Psyker Landshark

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Renar simply smiled and nodded, letting Lilia off easy. The elf was probably an adolescent. She acted like one, at least. Despite her probably being older than him, that said little when it came to the rate of mental development between humans and elves, apparently. It wasn't exactly a subject Renar was well-versed in, and he certainly wasn't going to be graceless enough to ask. But she did confirm what he'd thought. This was the Gentle Blade's daughter. And he was just discussing the Gentle Blade with Gerard.

Sometimes, the goddesses saw fit to throw a bone his way for once. Now, how to approach this? Being too direct would likely cause her to retreat, and too much subtlety might fly over her head. Best to just feel the situation out for the moment. Try to see how she would respond.

"Of course. Would you care for us to escort you while you're here, then? Candaeln is rather imposing on a first visit, and there have been cases of newcomers getting rather lost. It certainly happened to me for the first few days." He gave a self-depreciating chuckle. "Also, I'm sure you must be asked this frequently, so feel free to tell me to not speak further of this topic, but what is it like being the child of such a famous personage?"

@Raineh Daze @The Otter @HereComesTheSnow

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Shinozaki Yurie

How annoying. School was as painfully dull as usual, and to top it all off, Yurie realized she'd forgotten to bring lunch today. Great. Now she'd have to go pick up some bread from the school store. Hopefully they had curry buns in stock today. They certainly weren't good, per se, but those were still the most flavorful option available despite their lack of any actual heat. Curry, her ass.

When the lunch bell rang, Yurie stopped pretending to listen to their teacher, flicked her AR display off in her contacts with a tap of her gloves, and stood to start making her way down towards the school store. Of course, she was cut off as the class douchebag, Oda, practically flew out the door. She'd never had a problem with him, he'd never fucked with her, but it seemed half the school did. Something about fights. Whatever. He wasn't her issue until if he decided to make himself one. Not worth thinking about unless that happened.

Hands in her blazer pockets, Yurie leisurely strolled down towards the first floor, waiting patiently in line at the school store. Looked like she was in luck. Judging by the orders up ahead of her, they were carrying curry buns today. After a few minutes, there was only one person ahead of her in line. He bought three curry buns, and walked off. She would have thought nothing of it, but then a glance at what was in stock told her otherwise. That son of a bitch bought the last three curry buns.

"Oh, you can't be serious...fine, whatever." Yurie muttered in disgust under her breath before she bought a melon bread instead, one gloved hand tapping away inside her jacket pocket as her AR display lit up again. She'd set up a backdoor into the school's ID system some time ago, and one query later gave her the name of the little shit that bought up the curry bread. Utakata Haruto. She wasn't going to do anything with the information yet, but it'd be nice to know in case that guy ever wronged her in a more serious manner in the future.

Fortunately, it seemed karma decided to intervene in her favor. As Yurie started to walk back towards the classroom, she caught sight of Utakata...getting all three of his curry breads snatched out of his hands by Oda. Nice. She snickered slightly in the poor, poor victim's direction before following after Oda at a more sedate pace.

She returned to 3-C just a few moments after Junichiro did, unwrapping her melon bread as she stepped inside. Now, where was he...ah. Talking with Hayakawa. Right, they were friends, weren't they? Or acquaintances, at least.

"Nice work, Oda-kun." Yurie interjected in their conversation, sitting down on a desk next to Kimiko's and crossing her legs. Whoever had the seat wasn't here right now, so it wasn't her problem. "I was gonna buy just a single one of those curry buns, but that guy you ripped them off from took the last three. What a jerk, am I right? Thanks for giving him what was coming to him." She took a bite of melon bread more forcefully than she'd intended to, still rather ticked that she was eating this instead of what Junichiro and Kimiko were holding.

@Ambra @vietmyke

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

From the moment he felt the ethereal pulse, Salvator knew they were made. His camo cloak activated as he crouched down and started to sweep the area, looking for where the enemy would be coming from. He heard them first.

"Contact!" Salvator bellowed over comms just before the squad started to take fire. Fortunately, his camo cloak gave him enough leeway to get to cover, and he ducked behind a different house wall before starting to return fire. However, there weren't many rounds exchanged before another pulse of ethereal energy washed over the group, and Salvator instinctively looked up to see the source.

Fuck. Whoever the enemy etherealist was, they were a direct assault type.

"Incoming blast! Find heavy cover, now!" Salvator informed the group again, already formulating a tactic as he noted the heavy gunner from the northwest house pausing for just a moment. "Squad, I'll deal with the heavy gunner, get him off your back to take out the rest of them." He murmured, slinging his carbine up over his back as he swapped out for pistol and knife instead while making sure the Echo microplatform on his back was secure.

Seconds before the ethereal artillery blast landed, Salvator made his move. He surged out from behind the house wall and went straight into a blink jump, tunneling through the open window of the northwest house that had been blown open and right next to the heavy gunner. The instant Salvator emerged from his jump, he lashed out from the soldier's flank, getting a pair of shots off aimed at the head head before lunging with his monofilament knife towards the chest. In these close quarters, Rasch had the advantage, especially considering the length of the gunner's unwieldy weapon.

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Shinozaki Yurie

NAME:
Shinozaki Yurie

AGE:
17

GENDER:
Female

ARCANA:
Devil

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Stands at about 5’6”. Lithe build, moderate to large bust. Her hair is naturally black, but has been dyed pink for a few years now. Typically wears flashier fashions. Carries augmented reality contacts, a microcomputer, and haptic gloves so that she's constantly online with all the computing power that she would have at home.

PERSONALITY:
Smart-mouthed, impulsive, and petty, but nonetheless laser-focused and determined when she sets her mind to something. She has an endless capacity for holding grudges, and never lets anything go once something’s set her off. However, treat Yurie well, and she’ll gladly return the favor several times over. She has something of an ego about her skills, and despises being disparaged or looked down upon to the point where she doxed another hacker and got him arrested over an internet argument once.

Yurie’s not that well known at Izumi, despite her looks and fashion sense, but that’s mostly because of her complete disinterest in school. Her grades are just good enough to slide by without notice. However, students who get on her bad side have a tendency of having embarrassing texts and videos leaked onto social media without a clue as to who was behind it.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:
From a young age, Yurie was practically raised by the internet. Her parents were both busy professionals, more dedicated to advancing their careers than making sure their child was particularly well cared for outside of monetary needs. As a result, she took to being online for most of her entertainment and social interaction.

It was about the time she started middle school that Yurie inadvertently stumbled her way into becoming a hacker. An interest in programming had her speaking to an online friend of an online friend for tips. Upon seeing her skill, the mutual acquaintance, thinking the newbie he was talking to was older than she actually was, introduced her to his hacker group. Things progressed rapidly from there, with Yurie picking up the ins and outs of hacking in the modern age and becoming a full-fledged hacker by the time she entered high school. Her membership in the team didn’t last long after, however, as an argument between herself and a few others resulted in her leaving and bringing the entire group down out of spite.

Through the next few years of high school, Yurie has mostly lived alone in an apartment paid for by her parents, as Izumi was half a city away from her home. However, she’s been more focused on her side gig as a freelance hacker and programmer than bothering too much with school. She has few friends at Izumi, most being closer to casual acquaintances than anything else. It doesn't help that if one dig deeps enough, they realize that anyone at school who gets on her bad side meets with a bad case of doxing on social media not long after, but the few who have connected the dots tend to be under the assumption she's paying someone to do it for her.

TRIVIA:

• Is a proud member of the go home club.
• Obsessed with spicy food.
• Very good at VRFPSes, and can handily be described as a "shotgun ape" for her preferred method of play. Prefers sci-fi and cyberpunk shooters over anything else.

OTHER:
Voice claim: Brittany Lauda
Theme song

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Kayliss Lambert

Fortunately, she'd gotten the herbs she needed and managed to brew them before the Lions set out to battle. And as much as it rankled to have to just stand there and listen to the merchant talk, Kayliss eventually acquiesed to the nem's demand to be her main supplier of herbs. Of course, the woman's demeanor didn't fool her for an instant. Evidently, she knew enough of herbalism to realize Kayliss was brewing poisons, but wouldn't bother to delve deeper so long as Kayliss continued to patronize her with her business. Fine enough. In the absence of the Crownsblades' network, a foreign merchant would do well enough, so long as Lirrah continued to throw her lot in with the Lions.

Kayliss had placed herself with the ambush team. As per Velvetica's orders, she was to break off and assassinate the necromancer once the initial attack succeeded. And so she crouched down beneath her cover, crossbow drawn and a bolt already loaded. Once the word was given, she would rise up from concealment, sight a target, and fire.

The hooded woman resisted the urge to sigh as she continued to brace for the start of the battle alongside the other ambushers. While she was used to this sort of wait as an assassin, that didn't make it any less tedious. Would that she was going in to the latter part of the skirmish with more information on the layout of where the necromancer had holed up, but there had been missions with more spotty intelligence in the past. She would make do.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

"About time he decided to show his face." Renar murmured, rising not long after Gerard did and following after. As Renar stood and turned, Fionn's erstwhile companion had him quirking an eyebrow in mild surprise. He hadn't interacted with her at the ball, and she'd certainly been more fair-skinned that night, but that was unmistakably the younger elf that had been at the Gentle Blade's side. Her daughter, perhaps? Niece? The girl's words he managed to hear as he drew closer didn't deny that, at least.

"Right here." He responded easily to Fionn, giving the two of them a brief smile and a raised hand in greeting. "Did you have to practically kick the door down, Fionn? Trying to keep the carpenters earning their pay?"

His piece said, Renar shifted his gaze towards the elf practically hiding beind Fionn.

"Looking for the Knight-Captain? We can take you to her office, though I'm admittedly unsure of where she is at the moment. But where are my manners?" He gave a brief bow. "Renar Hagen. Apologies for never introducing myself at the ball. There was never a good time for it."

@Raineh Daze @The Otter @HereComesTheSnow

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Shinozaki Yurie

NAME:
Shinozaki Yurie

AGE:
17

GENDER:
Female

ARCANA:
Devil

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Stands at about 5’6”. Lithe build, moderate to large bust. Her hair is naturally black, but has been dyed pink for a few years now. Typically wears flashier fashions. Carries augmented reality contacts, a microcomputer, and haptic gloves so that she's constantly online with all the computing power that she would have at home.

PERSONALITY:
Smart-mouthed, impulsive, and petty, but nonetheless laser-focused and determined when she sets her mind to something. She has an endless capacity for holding grudges, and never lets anything go once something’s set her off. However, treat Yurie well, and she’ll gladly return the favor several times over. She has something of an ego about her skills, and despises being disparaged or looked down upon to the point where she doxed another hacker and got him arrested over an internet argument once.

Yurie’s not that well known at Izumi, despite her looks and fashion sense, but that’s mostly because of her complete disinterest in school. Her grades are just good enough to slide by without notice. However, students who get on her bad side have a tendency of having embarrassing texts and videos leaked onto social media without a clue as to who was behind it.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:
From a young age, Yurie was practically raised by the internet. Her parents were both busy professionals, more dedicated to advancing their careers than making sure their child was particularly well cared for outside of monetary needs. As a result, she took to being online for most of her entertainment and social interaction.

It was about the time she started middle school that Yurie inadvertently stumbled her way into becoming a hacker. An interest in programming had her speaking to an online friend of an online friend for tips. Upon seeing her skill, the mutual acquaintance, thinking the newbie he was talking to was older than she actually was, introduced her to his hacker group. Things progressed rapidly from there, with Yurie picking up the ins and outs of hacking in the modern age and becoming a full-fledged hacker by the time she entered high school. Her membership in the team didn’t last long after, however, as an argument between herself and a few others resulted in her leaving and bringing the entire group down out of spite.

Through the next few years of high school, Yurie has mostly lived alone in an apartment paid for by her parents, as Izumi was half a city away from her home. However, she’s been more focused on her side gig as a freelance hacker and programmer than bothering too much with school. She has few friends at Izumi, most being closer to casual acquaintances than anything else. It doesn't help that if one dig deeps enough, they realize that anyone at school who gets on her bad side meets with a bad case of doxing on social media not long after, but the few who have connected the dots tend to be under the assumption she's paying someone to do it for her.

TRIVIA:

• Is a proud member of the go home club.
• Obsessed with spicy food.
• Very good at VRFPSes, and can handily be described as a "shotgun ape" for her preferred method of play. Prefers sci-fi and cyberpunk shooters over anything else.

OTHER:
Voice claim: Brittany Lauda
Theme song

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

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Galahad Caradoc

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Izayoi's ears twitched slightly beneath her hat upon picking up the moogle's words. Yes, that would be a problem. When she trekked south through here to reach Balmung, she'd simply laid down in the tall grass at night and covered herself with a tarp. A full party and camp would be nigh-on impossible to conceal out here, even without the obvious mistake of starting a campfire in the midst of an extremely windy area with nothing but tall grass surrounding them.

That in mind, Izayoi urged her chocobo forward a few more steps ahead to where Galahad was riding, with the Skaelian woman she'd offered a place in the group to not far away.

"Dragoon," Izayoi said tonelessly, staring out at the sea of grass. "How do Edrenians typically set camp out here?

"With a machete." Galahad called back in reply, his head turning back to face the approaching birds and riders. "Once we find a particularly tall patch of grass, we can cut a clearing. People won't see us until they're practically on top of us."

Looking back at the wagon behind them, which while drowning in the emerald green, was still poking out well above the tops of the grasses, Galahad grimaced. He was used to traveling alone at this point- the wagon, while a useful tool for storing material and supply, meant they were considerably more noticeable than a small group of riders.

"The wagon adds a challenge, but we can tie the grasses we cut around it's top for camoflauge. If we're concerned about people spotting us, we'll likely have to go without a fire."

Overhearing the conversation, Éliane nudged her chocobo closer. Like the Ospreyan, she was unfamiliar with dealing with this sort of environment. "I'm not enthusiastic about the wagon either, it's a liability."

"Very well." Izayoi nodded. Her sword would serve well enough in place of a machete. Though the mention of the wagon did have her frown. If it weren't for the free supplies, she wouldn't have even consented to taking it along. They weren't even large enough of a party to require an actual supply train, anyway. And once they were closer to Osprey, well...

"Stopping in Midgar was mentioned earlier, and I concur. Moreover, we can discuss whether we wish to continue with our current travel arrangements as we are. I can tell you right now that continuing on with silver chocobos and the wagon will bring more trouble than it is worth in Osprey."

Éliane gave a thin smile at that. "I'm the worst person you could get for covert operations, but even I can recognize mounts and organized parties in occupied territory isn't going to work out." She glanced over at the wagon, and the small moogle that sat in front of it. "Yeah. He'll be a liability in combat even without the big thing."

"I suppose it wouldn't be in Valheim's nature to just let us wander into Osprey unmolested." Galahad sighed, nodding in agreement. "My cousin is good with pen and blade, but subtlety was never his strong suit."

Éliane grinned at that. "Nor I."

Glancing around at the party behind them, he frowned. The silver chocobos were a dead giveaway certainly, but chocobos would allow them to travel faster and with less exertion than they otherwise would on foot. Galahad himself felt plenty fast on his feet, but the others might not agree- especially once their journey started in earnest.

"What type of beasts of burden do they use in Osprey?" Galahad asked, "If it comes down to it, it shouldn't be too difficult to source enough plain chocobo for the journey- though I admit I am a bit attached to Korin here."

"Yellow chocobos are common enough. Although a rarer sight among the populace now with Valheim's ruinous taxation. You are a lord, are you not? Purchasing a half dozen chocobos should be of no difficulty to you. If you are concerned with offending your illustrious cousin, simply have the silver chocobos sent back."

"My family owns a stable of chocobo, mostly for use by the city's defenders." Galahad nodded in agreement, chuckling a bit. "I'm sure plenty of them would be thrilled to trade their mounts for one of Leonhardt's silver birds."

"Not sure about that," Éliane replied as she shook her head. "They might be useful in the future. I'd rather borrow some normal chocobos and have the silver ones stabled somewhere safe to be collected later. Midgar, maybe?"

"If you insist." Izayoi sighed. She couldn't quite deny that the silver chocobos might be useful somewhere down the line. If they had to operate further in Edren, mostly. "Any supplies in the wagon we cannot carry with us ought to go some way towards covering more necessary costs in the future. Though that brings up the question of what to do with the moogle."

"He would be perfect for looking after the birds, wherever we keep them," Éliane pointed out. Although he had been a reasonable guide so far, as far as she could tell he was a civilian. No way did she want him tagging along into a warzone.

"I don't suppose anyone has asked if the moogle if it's any good in a fight?" Galahad shrugged, "The creature is small, but those things generally seem to find their way through trouble unscathed."

"We can inquire when we make camp." Izayoi remarked, her tail beating against the back of her saddle briefly as she glanced between her newfound companions. "I would know. What drives the two of you to embark on this quest? Both of you are aware that I am here solely to take vengeance upon Valheim, but I am unaware what motivates either of you."

"Well, Blighted monsters have been driving dragons ever closer to Midgar's surrounding lands, and after the war we lack the adequate number of dragoons necessary to hold them off." Galahad said with a bitter sigh, "Besides, my cousin called for me, I'm not exactly in the position to decline him."

"I could talk at length about how it's the noble thing to do, or how it is for the good of all people," Galahad chuckled, his armored shoulders clinking as he shrugged. "It's certainly both those things. But really, I just don't like sitting still."

Éliane replied after a moment of thought. "A few reasons. I want to put a stop to this before my homeland is destroyed, and I'm not going to wait until Skael is the last man standing." She looked almost thoughtful, before adding with a grin, "Not much fighting to be had at home, anyway."

Izayoi processed these claims for a few moments before simply nodding.

"Good. I was hoping for less...idealism. Easier to tolerate." She commented, continuing to look out over the extremely grassy plains. "I assume we'll be making camp at your discretion, Galahad. We'll have further words later. There are still issues to resolve between us." Her piece said, Izayoi let her chocobo fall back a few paces, clearly finished with speaking at the moment.

Persona: Yokohama Midnights

Alright, gonna go with Devil Arcana probably

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Theodoric Branden Marlon

Doric met Andrion's grip with an equally firm one, taking care to match him exactly. No firmer and no gentler. Godson, eh? So the massive blonde was a ward of the church. How curious. He was certainly more...outspoken than Doric had expected for someone raised by the clergy. Not that he minded. Andrion didn't seem like a bad sort, but first impressions weren't everything.

"Perhaps," He chortled in response to Andrion's comment about Sherry. "She's been like that for as long as I've known her, so you may just get away with it. I might start having to do so, myself." With that said, Doric let Andrion walk further ahead to deal with the conversation about...eating flowers? Confusing enough without context that he certainly wasn't dealing with it. Especially if Parth decided to butt in already. Doric wasn't putting himself in that line of fire.

Instead, he shifted his attention to where Roland was covering for Sherry to a noble girl he didn't quite recognize. She certainly wasn't from one of Mordlind's great houses, and considering Roland didn't seem to be familiar with her either, that really only left Cretus. The third blond certainly wasn't a commoner, that was for sure. And then she gave her name out. Pernachis. Not a family he was familiar with, so it stood to reason she was of a lower house.

Roland and Eleventhia were close enough that they'd have to have heard his own comment on Sherry's fondness for wyverns, so Doric simply fell back slightly to walk alongside them.

"A pleasure to meet you, Elevinthia. And Roland, accept my apologies for not being able to catch up sooner. It's been almost a year, after all. How have you been? Taking some time for yourself, at least? I can only imagine how stressful it must be dealing with Sherry on a constant basis."

@ERode @Ithradine @Yam I Am