RainbowReindeer

Slice of life, anyone?

H-hngh, we do seem to manage joining the same RPs together. :^) Who knows~ Hmm~

Punny names. Hmm, I'll try and think of some right now!

Slice of life, anyone?

Casual would be great.

And hello LowKey
And hello to the princess (who's in training) <3

A Craftknight story (CLOSED)

@FernStone

Yeah America is weird - I meannnn... Yeah, all of the exams I'm taking are APs but I'm only taking the 3 that I applied for.

Elementals: Void Reign (OPEN)

Awesome! Glad my muse worked out in the end. :^)

Elementals: Void Reign (OPEN)

SunnyD

"Hey! Better watch out before SunnyD knocks you out!"

Name: Sunny "SunnyD" Yeom
Age: 25
Element: Lightning

Feel for element: She's excited to be so electrifying. Not only is it fascinating, her new-found powers have their uses. She cleverly incorporates her power to easily defeat her opponents.

Appearance:
While lean and geared more towards deft, agile maneuvers, she isn't ridiculously scrawny but not desirably full-figured either. She stands at around 5'9''. Years of work-outs and many encounters with near-death experiences have honed her instincts and body. She has that tense sort of slouch one adopts after years of acting on the “fight” side of the “fight or flight” instinct.

Personality:
Warm-hearted and compassionate; Sunny enjoys helping others. She is persistent, always striving for the truth and leading a respectful, dignified life. (Her powers are a part of her...skills, so it isn't technically cheating - right?) She is an extremely loyal person and often finds herself to attached to things that somehow manage to catch her interest. Sunny is extremely passionate about her job and is always willing to stretch out a hand to those in need. She's very empathetic, but is quite thick-headed when it comes down to personal relationships. Sunny chooses to live with a smile on her face and without fear clouding her judgment.

History:
Sunny Yeom was born in a poor family, living simply and never in luxury. She never really had friends and Sunny's family found themselves in the same predicament despite Sunny and the rest of her siblings found jobs. They were still poor mainly because of the Vygoms and the oppression they face. Her parents still worked themselves to death to support their four children. However, Sunny never really let that get to her. With hard work, effort, and a lot of tears; she finally opened up her own gym. She teaches little kids how to defend themselves for free and earns a few bucks teaching adults willing to learn. Her main income is from winning underground boxing tournaments.

How she discovered her powers

The sound of calloused knuckles, wrapped only a few times with an old bloody wrap, echoed as Sunny pummeled the well worn punching bag. The tall muscled woman look stressed - if not frustrated at herself and downright frightened. Payments were peeking their sorry heads out of their hole, their mouths hungering for cash. And Sunny had none to give.

"Fucking stupid fucking what the fuck am I supposed to fucking do." Nineteen years old and she was already going through her midlife crisis. She had no clue on how to get the fucking George Washingstons. Business was slow like always and Sunny just couldn't bear to make the young kids pay for lessons. They needed to learn how to protect themselves in this kind of world. She wanted to be like the old man who had taught her a mix of martial arts and boxing. Without coming across him, Sunny would surely be a goner.

One final kick and the rusted chain that held up the punching bag suddenly snapped. Sunny, on instinct, swiftly jumped back as she stared at the limp bag on the floor - as dead and lifeless as she was right now.

Three loud claps resounded through the air. Sunny glanced over to the source of the sound and there stood a man who frequented her gym.

"Aggressive as always Sunny-D?" He greeted, a huge smile on his face. She wanted to wipe that grin off his face.

"Don't call me that," she hissed as she leaned over, picking up the bag. "Not a good time."

"Oh, not a good time eh? Well, I'm the man who's going to make your life better," the man said, as if he was advertising a magical product that was probably a sham. Sunny rolled her eyes and didn't answer him - he would leave soon enough anyways. "SunnyD, why don't you try out some," he paused, his arms spread out. "Underground boxing hmm?"

She had heard rumors about it. Sunny would love to try, actually, but two facts kept her from applying. One; she was a female. Two; she was weak because of that. There was absolutely no way around it. While Sunny was considerably strong and skilled, there was no way in hell she would be able to win.

"Ah ah ah, I think I heard females were joining. You know, helps the business and all. SunnyD, I'm sure you can beat them up."

"I'd imagine you'd be my sponsor?"

"Yup," he quickly answered, popping the 'p' sound.

"You'd better keep your word - Don't you fucking dare throw me into the pit with a guy. You won't get any money."

"Are you that doubtful of your skills?"

"Yup," she said, glaring at him as she popped the 'p'.

-- - -- - - - -- - - - -- - -- - - -

Fucking bastard didn't keep his word. Next thing she knew, Sunny's vision was blurring. Everything hurt. She was up against this 6'6'' bulked dude. "I'm going to kill him," she thought to herself. "Can't do that 'cause you're going to die here," a little voice whispered in the back of her mind. She grit her teeth, her body screaming to dodge that left hook - her opponent wasn't taking any chances with her. Sunny managed to evade that attack but was literally lifted from the floor from another punch,. She staggered back, sweat and blood running over her battered body.

She could hear the bastard's voice from the crowd, calling out her nickname. "SunnyD! C'mon girl!" Fury clouded her thoughts and she lashed out, one of her hits connecting. The crowd roared again - apparently it was amazing to see a lithe woman getting beat up by this giant. Whatever. She would kill all of them next after she was done with this guy.

Were they even underground? The light from the cheap bulbs hanging from the ceiling was dizzying. She closed her eyes for a brief moment again, her mind drifting. That unmistakable sound of thunder...It roared in her ears, sort of reminded her of that lion from Animal Planet. What the fuck. There was no thunder storm in today's weather forecast. This was not okay. Panic flooded her senses - she felt herself get punched again and -

"Mum, I'm scared."

Yeah, she remembered. Little Sunny was scared of thunder storms.

"It'll be alright. Lightning won't hurt you, not when I'm around Sunny," came the soothing reply. "Just close your eyes and listen - the storm is just humming a lullaby for you..."

But the sound kept going up a notch and again and again; it was unbearable. Sunny closed her eyes and she desperately tried to listen for that song her mother had told her about. Suddenly, she felt strange. Tingly strange. Like the sensation when your legs and feet fall asleep and when you try to move them it feels ticklish but hurts at the same time. She threw a punch. The tingly sensation pierced through her body again. This felt right. She started humming along to the tune. She threw another and another until he was down, pathetically twitching for some odd reason. And damn. SunnyD was walking home, bloody and bruised, but with a couple of Benjie Franklins clutched in her fist.

A Craftknight story (CLOSED)

Oh man, RP'ing is so fun when you write about a character you absolutely adore.

And hooray for monsters! :^D

@FernStone

Ayyy same, took my worst exam today. So ready for my next two urghh cry. ;u;

Elementals: Void Reign (OPEN)

SunnyD

"Hey! Better watch out before SunnyD knocks you out!"

Name: Sunny "SunnyD" Yeom
Age: 25
Element: Lightning

Feel for element: She's excited to be so electrifying. Not only is it fascinating, her new-found powers have their uses. She cleverly incorporates her power to easily defeat her opponents.

Appearance:
While lean and geared more towards deft, agile maneuvers, she isn't ridiculously scrawny but not desirably full-figured either. She stands at around 5'9''. Years of work-outs and many encounters with near-death experiences have honed her instincts and body. She has that tense sort of slouch one adopts after years of acting on the “fight” side of the “fight or flight” instinct.

Personality:
Warm-hearted and compassionate; Sunny enjoys helping others. She is persistent, always striving for the truth and leading a respectful, dignified life. (Her powers are a part of her...skills, so it isn't technically cheating - right?) She is an extremely loyal person and often finds herself to attached to things that somehow manage to catch her interest. Sunny is extremely passionate about her job and is always willing to stretch out a hand to those in need. She's very empathetic, but is quite thick-headed when it comes down to personal relationships. Sunny chooses to live with a smile on her face and without fear clouding her judgment.

History:
Sunny Yeom was born in a poor family, living simply and never in luxury. She never really had friends and Sunny's family found themselves in the same predicament despite Sunny and the rest of her siblings found jobs. They were still poor mainly because of the Vygoms and the oppression they face. Her parents still worked themselves to death to support their four children. However, Sunny never really let that get to her. With hard work, effort, and a lot of tears; she finally opened up her own gym. She teaches little kids how to defend themselves for free and earns a few bucks teaching adults willing to learn. Her main income is from winning underground boxing tournaments.

How she discovered her powers

The sound of calloused knuckles, wrapped only a few times with an old bloody wrap, echoed as Sunny pummeled the well worn punching bag. The tall muscled woman look stressed - if not frustrated at herself and downright frightened. Payments were peeking their sorry heads out of their hole, their mouths hungering for cash. And Sunny had none to give.

"Fucking stupid fucking what the fuck am I supposed to fucking do." Nineteen years old and she was already going through her midlife crisis. She had no clue on how to get the fucking George Washingstons. Business was slow like always and Sunny just couldn't bear to make the young kids pay for lessons. They needed to learn how to protect themselves in this kind of world. She wanted to be like the old man who had taught her a mix of martial arts and boxing. Without coming across him, Sunny would surely be a goner.

One final kick and the rusted chain that held up the punching bag suddenly snapped. Sunny, on instinct, swiftly jumped back as she stared at the limp bag on the floor - as dead and lifeless as she was right now.

Three loud claps resounded through the air. Sunny glanced over to the source of the sound and there stood a man who frequented her gym.

"Aggressive as always Sunny-D?" He greeted, a huge smile on his face. She wanted to wipe that grin off his face.

"Don't call me that," she hissed as she leaned over, picking up the bag. "Not a good time."

"Oh, not a good time eh? Well, I'm the man who's going to make your life better," the man said, as if he was advertising a magical product that was probably a sham. Sunny rolled her eyes and didn't answer him - he would leave soon enough anyways. "SunnyD, why don't you try out some," he paused, his arms spread out. "Underground boxing hmm?"

She had heard rumors about it. Sunny would love to try, actually, but two facts kept her from applying. One; she was a female. Two; she was weak because of that. There was absolutely no way around it. While Sunny was considerably strong and skilled, there was no way in hell she would be able to win.

"Ah ah ah, I think I heard females were joining. You know, helps the business and all. SunnyD, I'm sure you can beat them up."

"I'd imagine you'd be my sponsor?"

"Yup," he quickly answered, popping the 'p' sound.

"You'd better keep your word - Don't you fucking dare throw me into the pit with a guy. You won't get any money."

"Are you that doubtful of your skills?"

"Yup," she said, glaring at him as she popped the 'p'.

-- - -- - - - -- - - - -- - -- - - -

Fucking bastard didn't keep his word. Next thing she knew, Sunny's vision was blurring. Everything hurt. She was up against this 6'6'' bulked dude. "I'm going to kill him," she thought to herself. "Can't do that 'cause you're going to die here," a little voice whispered in the back of her mind. She grit her teeth, her body screaming to dodge that left hook - her opponent wasn't taking any chances with her. Sunny managed to evade that attack but was literally lifted from the floor from another punch,. She staggered back, sweat and blood running over her battered body.

She could hear the bastard's voice from the crowd, calling out her nickname. "SunnyD! C'mon girl!" Fury clouded her thoughts and she lashed out, one of her hits connecting. The crowd roared again - apparently it was amazing to see a lithe woman getting beat up by this giant. Whatever. She would kill all of them next after she was done with this guy.

Were they even underground? The light from the cheap bulbs hanging from the ceiling was dizzying. She closed her eyes for a brief moment again, her mind drifting. That unmistakable sound of thunder...It roared in her ears, sort of reminded her of that lion from Animal Planet. What the fuck. There was no thunder storm in today's weather forecast. This was not okay. Panic flooded her senses - she felt herself get punched again and -

"Mum, I'm scared."

Yeah, she remembered. Little Sunny was scared of thunder storms.

"It'll be alright. Lightning won't hurt you, not when I'm around Sunny," came the soothing reply. "Just close your eyes and listen - the storm is just humming a lullaby for you..."

But the sound kept going up a notch and again and again; it was unbearable. Sunny closed her eyes and she desperately tried to listen for that song her mother had told her about. Suddenly, she felt strange. Tingly strange. Like the sensation when your legs and feet fall asleep and when you try to move them it feels ticklish but hurts at the same time. She threw a punch. The tingly sensation pierced through her body again. This felt right. She started humming along to the tune. She threw another and another until he was down, pathetically twitching for some odd reason. And damn. SunnyD was walking home, bloody and bruised, but with a couple of Benjie Franklins clutched in her fist.

If you guys are uncomfortable with cursing, just tell me and I'll delete and replace them. ^-^;;

A Craftknight story (CLOSED)

The Summoner began the ritual and began to ask a series of questions that would lead to their future beasts. Lebelont and Altea watched their respective items start to glow into a orb with fascination.

"What is the most important thing to a Craftknight?"

Lebelont furrowed his eyebrows before closing his eyes in thought. What was the most important thing to a Craftknight? He wanted to become the best because he wanted to be someone. Someone that was recognized... He didn't want to be known as tiny or weak anymore. "To become strong ."

"In battle - do you rely more on your skill or your weapon?"

His weapon was the one who gave him the ability to fight in the first place... "Weapon."

"Think of someone whom you admire- what is it about them that you admire so much?"

He admired a lot of people. His father, his older brothers, Altea, and the well-known Andras of Storms. All of them were "powerful" in their own unique way.

"And finally- what does love mean to you?"

"Love is trust. Deep bonds that won't be broken easily."

Lebelont took a step back when he finished answered, his attention still caught by the glowing objects.

---

"What is the most important thing to a Craftknight?"

"To help people," Altea answered in her mind. While she remember her little self begging her father not to leave, Altea knew inside that her father was doing something important. She would follow his footsteps.

"In battle - do you rely more on your skill or your weapon?"

"Skill." There was no doubt about that. Her teacher had told her that improving on your technique would eventually improve your whole self.

"Think of someone whom you admire- what is it about them that you admire so much?"

"I admire their perseverance, their ability to just keep walking towards their dreams even when the heavens are against it." Altea briefly thought of Lebelont - how was he faring with his own questions?

"And finally- what does love mean to you?"

"Love means caring for someone deeply. I'll do anything for the people I love..." And if somehow Altea could help them achieve their dreams, she would feel completed - she would, right?

When she finished answering, she followed the summoner's advise and stepped back.

A Craftknight story (CLOSED)

roque is a tender man at his core ayyyy //pokes Roque

and i'm just waiting for Tamirlan to get super mad and destroy everything in his path. :^D

@General Scales

Thanks! My brain is fried right now but meh, at least I can relax for a few days before taking another exam!

Elementals: Void Reign (OPEN)

Sorry, just having a little trouble trying to come up with a character. If I can't come up with anything tonight, I'll withdraw from this RP.