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In Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Frisk, New York, Grand Central...

This was not a completely alien situation to the child, their face reamining the picture of calm despite finding themself within the dissused city. While the situation was not strange to the child, the environment was. The tall, aged spires were a wonder, even to one who had seen the serene Snowdin and experienced the coldness of non-existence. Whatever happened here, it was probably linked to the exact same thing which brought them here. Memories of a "fight", a peaceful aftermath... and then this.

Non-existence...

Their thoughts went to familiar faces, the friends who had both fought and saved Frisk, and who Frisk had saved. It'd only been about an hour or two sinse their arrival, and Frisk already found themself missing the company of their friends. And so their thoughts remained on that topic as they wandered the desolate streets, having gone outwards from Grand Central, and eventually finding themself in the darndest place, with a surprising item in their hand.

A packet of dry spaghetti, dust having long gathered on the shelf they had collected it from. Amazing how time flew, when you were thinking about fun things. The market store had a humid air to it, undoubtedly from the long-rotten food which seemed to remain inside. Frisk looked around, their lazy gaze not betraying their ongoing confusion. Another thought crossed their mind...

LOAD.

...

Nothing. No SAVES. Frisk tried again -

LOAD... LOAD. LOAD. LOAD.

Nothing. This was a reset, or something similar to it... but they still had their memories. Frisk remembered everything that had happened, like it was just yesterday, and that was not too far from the truth. But there was no going back, nothing to return to. That left only one way for Frisk to go - forward.

*Thinking of the absence of your friends and new family with no evidence of turning back, your resolve is steeled. You are filled with GRIM determination.

Whatever brought Frisk here could not be too far. Just like before, they set their mind to a goal - finding what Frisk would eventually find out to be the New York terminal. The child stepped out into the street with the packet of spaghetti in hand, and walked.
In Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Name:
Frisk

Age:
Young

Species:
Human

Gender:
Person

Personality:
Although sometimes coming across as eeiry in their momentary silences, Frisk is a quiet child with a kind spirit and has been observed as having an almost unrivalled levels of empathy and understanding for other beings, who is also strangely gifted in befriending near to anyone despite their mostly-silent nature.




In Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Name:
Frisk

Age:
Young

Species:
Human

Gender:
Person

Personality:
Although sometimes coming across as eeiry in their momentary silences, Frisk is a quiet child with a kind spirit and has been observed as having an almost unrivalled levels of empathy and understanding for other beings, who is also strangely gifted in befriending near to anyone despite their mostly-silent nature.




In Monster Hunting Academy → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested, but I'm curious about this:

Druid- These well respected and admired Mages are almost exclusive to the Native American peoples, yet outlying case's have been found


This feels pretty out of place. Is there a lore reason for there only being outliers, when druidism (or rather, the ideas which make up what we call druidism) is far from a unique concept, and has been observed in most early cultures? If it was going to be directly linked to anyone, it'd probably be the Irish and Welsh - but even then.
In Roma Invicta → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

"War. How ideal."

Personal Information


Name:
Gyras Camillus Praetextatus

Gender:
Male

Birthday:
20/4/47


Age:
15

Height & Weight:
5'8, 11.5stn

Appearance:
A slim and lean youth, he (somewhat bravely) keeps his hair naturally blonde despite the more unfortunate associations with the colour. While feminine-in-appearance in a way which may also be considered unbecoming for his position in society, there's an undeniable intelligence conveyed in his eyes and expressions. "Calculating" is one word for it, but the connotations of that are also unbecoming.

Equipment:
Centurion equipment, maps

Assets:
Minimal, loaned housing by Pompey in exchange for servitude.

Psychoanalysis


Merits:
Unshakable
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Gyras' personality trends towards the stubborn, bringing with it both the good and bad of it. He sets his mind to something, and finds ways to make whatever has in mind happen. Unexpected developments do little to disturb him, or throw his thinking into disarray.

Confident
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Very much so, as expected. Gyras has little doubt in himself, and this comes across in meetings with him. Were he older, his presence would probably be overwhelming, but his youth is a consistent factor in being underestimated.

Problem Solver - He solves 'em.

Flaws:
Bullheaded
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Part of the "trending towards stubborn" thing. While he is unshakable, this also applies to his allies. When he has something in mind, it's difficult to take him off of that course of action. He tends to like listening to himself and himself alone, and prefers to take advice when it's on his terms, instead of imposed on him.

Tragic Flaw:
Hubris
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Oh, and how much pride does this boy have, it will undoubtedly be his downfall. With his mind set on "greatness", and opposing Octavian like a good "antagonist" to Octavian's "Protagonist", he is certain to act in ways which contribute towards that. Were he given the opportunity to direct his men and himself to die for the chance to see their names written in legend along side the would-be emperor, he would likely take it, for his desire for "arete" is great.

Personality:
Gyras is as any youth is, emotional and headstrong. However, there is a strangeness to the emotional side of Gyras in that despite any anger or eagerness, he never seems to get ahead of himself because of it. There is a trained caution in the boy, an instinct that seems to stop him from being too eager to act purely on emotion. In short, while he may sometimes act like the youth he is, what tends to be going on behind that is the mind of an adult.

Recorded Information


Culture and Country:
Greek, Athenian

Languages:
Latin, Greek

Public Record:
Son of a legatus who, notably, is a staunch supporter of Octavian. Ran away from home, and not in that way most children usually do. When he ran away form home, he took a good two-hundred soldiers from his father's legion with him and over to Sicily to serve Pompey. Defeated all pursuers with the 200.

Private Information:
Centurio Primus Prior of Sicily's 11th Cohort. This information has yet to be revealed to most players in the Final War for the Roman Republic, but can easily be gathered from others under Pompey, and is known to members of the 11th.

Faction Information


Loyalty:
Loyal to Pompey. His loyalty is rooted purely in the idea that he'll get to face Octavian's legions, and Pompey is the faction which is likely to reward him the most for his ambition.

Political Rank:
Aedile

Military Rank:
Centurio Primus Prior

Skills and Metastatus


Skills:
Inspiration 3
Judgement 2
Initiative 1
Organization 1
Signalling 1
Movement 1

???:
(This will be assigned to you.)

Fate:
(The number of Fate points you have. This will be assigned to you.)

Miracle:
(???)
In Sky High Academy → 9 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
The fins lining the top of Ptolemy's head wiggled as he entered Gym 3, glancing around at the other 3rd Years. Familiar faces. He even spotted the Magic Studies club, or the MSc, among their number. He was only really friends with the new president, and the others viewed him more as a source of esoteric knowledge, the Atlantean's having a far better grasp of the more outlandish and odd magic's than the Land-bound. Part of his nomination for Vice-Presidency at the end of Year 1, and now it was time to start thinking up a replacement. Golem was the first to come to mind. The boy had a way with kabbalah, but he would wait and see what the 1st Years could bring to the table. He wiggled his toes in his sandals, unsure of what to do.

It was the arrival of Mr. Adam and another student which saved him from his uncertainty. He observed her body language for a moment, horizontal and vertical eyelids coming to squint. She gave off a familiar impression, and one he had become very good at giving off himself. Either she wanted to be left alone, or she did not know where to really begin. His expression remained flat, but his gills fluttered in consideration. With a shrug of his shoulders, he moved over to join the other student against the wall to her side, casting her a stiff nod as a silent greeting. Best not to push it for now.

@ReaptheMusic
In And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open] → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Andre "Fear" Masisi, England

Newspapers were great.

In what was just a few sheets of paper, man could circulate the most recent events to an entire population on the cheap. This informed them of the mundane - celebrities and their lives - to the downright horrifying. Growing tensions between nations, the fear of war and mutual destruction. Serial killer on the loose in Southern California, entire half of the state at least feeling some discomfort at the fact. He felt it all roll off of the pages, both fueling and informing him. All of these people, he knew them. Their likes, dislikes, ambitions and fears, all were laid out clearly before him. Humanity as an entity was no stranger to Fear and vice versa. He turned a page.

Humanity had other close relationships as well, which in turn created an odd connection between Fear and these other elements. Brontes (or "Underworld" as Fear had taken to calling him) was among them. His return was not lost on Fear, not at all, there was just little he could do to react to it at this instant. It had its vast implications, but nothing immediate. In a few weeks time, however...

"What's up, pa?"

The voice drew Fear from the simultaneously occurring lines of thought, folding the newspaper down to remember exactly where he was. England, Surrey, Guildford, Cafe, with the Child. Andre sniffed, taking in the seasons air within the quaint and leafy town.

"Old business partner just returned from vacation. You wouldn't know him, before your time." He rumbled in a calm baritone, setting down the Newspaper to stand. "Could mean trouble for the long-term plan."

The boy nodded in perfect understanding, moving to stand with Fear. "What we gonna do then?" Fear considered the question, his thoughts fracturing off into the many possibilities that made themselves evident with Brontes' return, and then thought backwards as he entered the territory of False Positives.

"We're payin' a visit to aunt Luna and uncle Sol." Spoken with an ounce of hesitation, he squinted. He did not look forward to this, but it was necessary. "After that, Armarion."

And with no fanfare, the two were gone.
In And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open] → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@NarcissisticPotato
I accept this.

Working on a post now, sorry about the delay.
In Sky High Academy → 9 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay

First sighting of Ptolemy of Atlantis during the Tanker-Kraken incident


Name: Prince Ptolemy of Atlantis

Super Name: Tiger Shark

Age: 17

Human/Machine/Other: Other (Atlantean)

Powers:

  • Atlantean Physiology: Natural abilities gained form being an Atlantean. Being a civilization which sunk to the bottom of the ocean, the Atlanteans have adapted to fit such an environment. Each Atlantean is a noticeable amount tougher and faster than the average human, have immense amounts of stamina whenever in an aquatic environment, and eyes that are capable of seeing in the darkest environments. This also has its downsides, but they will be covered in the weaknesses section.
  • Aquatic Life Control: One of the true powers which comes with the blood of the Atlantean royal family. What it does is very much in the name, but his control currently only extends to a limited number of creatures within a square mile. This will improve with experience and time, including the range.
  • (Macro)Hydrokinetic: The second ability associated with his blood. Ptolemy can control water, potentially on a massive scale in the future. While he can exhibit enough control over his power to move even blood when it is spilled, there appears to be an impassable something stopping him for using this ability on blood so long as it is "within" another creature, something not even he can identify.

Weakness:

  • Dehydration: Dehydration impacts Ptolemy far more than it does the average human due to his Atlantean physiology, which in turn negates the benefits of being an Atlantean. He also dehydrates faster, and requires regular intakes of water. In line with this, intense heat based attacks will hasten his rate of dehydration.
  • Sensory Overload: With vision that is sensitive by human standards, and hearing which can pick up on more subtle frequencies, Ptolemy is more susceptible to light and sound based attacks.

Personality: Ptolemy is a well spoken individual who values his moments of silence, treating his fellow classmates with a curt politeness. This arises from a feeling of alienation in relation to other students - while they are still "human", he has the issue of being both Atlantean and a powered individual. While this should not be an issue at a school for powered individuals, no one ever accused the youth of being all that rational. It is not so much bullying he has experienced, just distance. An intelligent young man, Ptolemy is well read and applies himself to his lessons and homework. He manages to ride the line of being approachable and incredibly secretive, keeping his cards close to his chest.

Grade: 3rd Year

Club: Magic Studies Club - Vice-President

Other: POWERS
In Sky High Academy → 9 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Ptolemy | Tiger Shark---

He liked to be left alone first thing in the morning. In the past, he was what one would called a "morning person", but his new land-dwelling circumstance had left him in a less than ideal situation. While he did have the benefit of being able to sleep while submerged in water, it was not the sea - nor was it spacious. It sounded minor, but it made his first few hours awake more difficult than it should be; fuzzy thoughts, a throbbing headache and drowsiness. To that end he'd learned how to fade into the background to the best of his ability, sitting somewhere in the bus that left him undisturbed other than whomever sat beside him.

Of course this social camouflage technique of his would only last so long as he was in a crowded bus and not really moving. Dual-lidded eyes blinked at the bus came to a halt and he reached up to take his earbuds out. He did not know of this land-bound musician "Killer Mike" until the day before, when his caretaker had given him an album, but the "Killer Mike" had made a positive impression on the Atlantean even if he could not understand the subject matter of the music.

Standing and making his way quietly out of the bus was enough to draw enough stares during his first year, and it was no different this time around. A few glances at his finned fingers, long ears and noseless features, but he did not blame them this time either. He let out a deep breath, the flaps of dark skin on his neck lifting and showing their gill-like nature.

Another year, he thought, moving towards the gymnasium. Time to get it over with.
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