Riddle Me This

Coyote Hustle

Hi, wondering if it'd be possible to sign up still?

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

Marshall, Number 7

Ignition in 3...2...1

∟ NAME: Marshall Carpenter

∟ FIELD NAME: Reaper

∟ RANK: 7

∟ CLASS: Passive

∟ GENDER: Male

∟ PHYSICAL PROFILE: Tall and slim with sharp facial features, Marshall is pale and some what scraggly looking. He has a head of dark wiry hair, more often than not lightly coloured grey by ashes, and appears to be in his early twenties. Usually he wears dark singed clothing along with flame resistant gloves. While fit in terms of his stamina and manoeuvrability such as being able to perform pull ups, his raw physical strength leaves something to be desired compared to other children in areas such as lifting and carrying heavier objects.

∟ PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: Marshall generally displays a rather callous attitude, even towards those he has known for a long time, though this could be from insensitivity and a lack of empathy rather than a genuine absence of care or place of cruelty as he offers proper authoritative respect to those who require it with no complaints. He seems prone to mood swings on assignments, switching between a compliant, cooperative team member and an extremely introverted individual. Even at the best of times, he is not an effective group leader and fails to consider others in his thought process without constant reminding. With that said, his cold nature allows him to continue acting even under typically straining and stressful periods and when left to operate alone he performs duties given to him effectively.

∟ ABILITIES: Tactile pyrokinesis, he is able to create a typically small, short lived burst of intense flames around his hand and ignite objects that his hands come into contact with. Using both hands allows him to funnel these flames in a specific direction.
Tough skin, Marshall's skin appears to demonstrate toughness to penetration from things like shrapnel, stones, glass and debris but also a resilience to fire and heat in general, he will not be burned. His bones are also sturdier allowing him to survive greater falls etc.

∟ WEAKNESSES: Opponents at a greater distance away cannot be targeted by his abilities and so he must resort to using conventional weaponry against them.
Smoke inhalation and oxygen deprivation are still risks despite his resilience to actual flames.
While it has not been tested, his skin will likely not be able to resist anything equivalent to or above arrows, bullets, etc. and falling onto sharp objects still presents a risk.
Due to his flames coming from his hands and their limited range, Marshall will likely be heavily disadvantaged if outnumbered and surrounded, even more so if there is support for the attackers from far away.

Opinions

#7 Team Grouping Evaluation Interviews 1-128

“Alpha? Mmm. She doesn’t seem like she’d be worth messing with, I keep my distance. She’s odd, even by our standards.”

“#2? Not too bad, when she isn’t fighting at least. From what I hear she isn’t a fan of fire though…”

“I think Kass is OK, but I don’t like being too close to her, seems pretty calm when she’s not on a mission at least. Kind of like Alpha.”

“Eli’s a creep. Looks weird, acts weird. I don’t get why him and some of the others are so interested in the things we’re there to kill.”

“Daniel…He’s fine, I guess, not the best for conversation. I like him more than others though, he gets the job done.”

“Psyker, well, she and I are kindred spirits, right? Of course, she ended up with the proper psychic powers, isn’t that why you put her above me?”

“#9, the zombie guy. Too loud for my liking. At least if he’s too annoying you can break his nose and it’ll fix itself.”

“I don’t like that Ansel, or whatever his name is at #10. I think he knows if he ever tried that fusing shit with me he’d get blown away.”

“Echidna…Echidna? Hmm, she’s the one that’s like #2? Hydra babies or whatever, yeah, no strong feelings either way. Other than the weird way she makes more of the stuff we’re fighting.”

“I think I’ve been on a mission with that Blink guy before, he isn’t bad, likes to get up close like me.”

“Alex is alright, damn near normal, or as close as you can get compared to a lot of the other people.”

“#66? The psychic? She’s a little creep, fits in with a few of the others I guess. Doubt she’s very interested in me.”

“That Cipher is a decent guy, I wouldn’t like to babysit him on a mission though, but put him on the same team as some of the other single digits and I’d be more at ease with them.”

//: Project:EVE

I'm going to just drop this here having thought on it a bit, let me know if it's along the lines you had in mind!

My Hider

Ignition in 3...2...1

∟ NAME: Marshall Carpenter

∟ FIELD NAME: Reaper

∟ RANK: 7

∟ CLASS: Passive

∟ GENDER: Male

∟ PHYSICAL PROFILE: Tall and slim with sharp facial features, Marshall is pale and some what scraggly looking. He has a head of dark wiry hair, more often than not lightly coloured grey by ashes, and appears to be in his early twenties. Usually he wears dark singed clothing along with flame resistant gloves. While fit in terms of his stamina and manoeuvrability such as being able to perform pull ups, his raw physical strength leaves something to be desired compared to other children in areas such as lifting and carrying heavier objects.

∟ PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: Marshall generally displays a rather callous attitude, even towards those he has known for a long time, though this could be from insensitivity and a lack of empathy rather than a genuine absence of care or place of cruelty as he offers proper authoritative respect to those who require it with no complaints. He seems prone to mood swings on assignments, switching between a compliant, cooperative team member and an extremely introverted individual. Even at the best of times, he is not an effective group leader and fails to consider others in his thought process without constant reminding. With that said, his cold nature allows him to continue acting even under typically straining and stressful periods and when left to operate alone he performs duties given to him effectively.

∟ ABILITIES: Tactile pyrokinesis, he is able to create a typically small, short lived burst of intense flames around his hand and ignite objects that his hands come into contact with. Using both hands allows him to funnel these flames in a specific direction.
Tough skin, Marshall's skin appears to demonstrate toughness to penetration from things like shrapnel, stones, glass and debris but also a resilience to fire and heat in general, he will not be burned. His bones are also sturdier allowing him to survive greater falls etc.

∟ WEAKNESSES: Opponents at a greater distance away cannot be targeted by his abilities and so he must resort to using conventional weaponry against them.
Smoke inhalation and oxygen deprivation are still risks despite his resilience to actual flames.
While it has not been tested, his skin will likely not be able to resist anything equivalent to or above arrows, bullets, etc. and falling onto sharp objects still presents a risk.
Due to his flames coming from his hands and their limited range, Marshall will likely be heavily disadvantaged if outnumbered and surrounded, even more so if there is support for the attackers from far away.

//: Project:EVE

Really interested in taking part in this, would possibly like to reserve one of the single digit spots, maybe 7? Just wondering what the upper sort of ceiling would be in terms of power?

For reference, say number 1 had enhanced strength, what would they be comparable to/capable of?

Musha shugyō - A Feudal Japanese RP (Interested?)

I'm quite interested in this idea!

Walking Dead WIP

Sounds like it could be fun!

Supernatural Victorian Idea

I like the sound of this a lot, I wonder if all the classic supernatural foils will come into play? Holey water, salt, sign of the cross etc.

Elibian Nights

Name: Alphonse 'Al' Ergwood
Title: The Gull
Age: 22
Class: Pirate
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Home: Bern originally

Equipment: Hand axe
Economy: 500 gold

Personality: For the most part, Al can be summed up as being for the most part laid back and calm like the sea on a clear day, though much like the sea he can suddenly become restless and violent in an instant. He is prone to long periods of relaxation and savouring the little things followed by bursts of extreme energy, excitement and passion. More often than not related to treasure and the prospect of attaining it or some form of adventure. That said, he is smart enough to know an impossible fight when he sees one and is more than happy to switch sides or ditch a job if it means he gets to live another day.

Alignment: Chaotic neutral, good or evil depending on those around him

Simple description: A toned but overall small form with salt soaked blonde hair and green eyes. He wears the typical swashbuckling pirate attire of a ragged shirt and long pants tucked into worn brown boots with a long blue overcoat and sailor hat, most of it appearing oversized and mismatched from more than just one region's style of clothing.

Level: 1
Basestats: Allocate points to the following stats. You have 45 points available at level 1, with 3 extra per level above (level 2: 48, level 3: 51 etcetcetc).
Health Points: 18
Strength/Magic: 7
Skill: 1
Speed: 8
Luck: 4
Defense: 5
Resistance: 2

Growths: Allocate the odds for levelups in the following stats. You have 360% available to allocate, or if you're promoted already you have 200%
Health Points: 70
Strength/Magic: 40
Skill: 10
Speed: 30
Luck: 50
Defense: 50
Resistance: 20

Sample

The Gull lay slumped against the starboard side of the docked ship peering over the wooden railing to stare dully at the port town while regretting his entire existence, the part of that existence he regretted most of all was the throbbing pain in his head from the excessive amount of alcohol he had consumed the previous night, much to the entertainment of his shipmates. Turning down a free drink was something he could never bring himself to do, not when everything in the world was so often held out of reach until he fought hard for it. He brought a canteen of fresh water to his mouth and took a sip, swirling it around then spitting it out to try and bring about some semblance of freshness or at the very least wash away the taste of regret.

“Al!” Came the irksome call of the ship’s first officer whom the young man spotted approaching with a wave as he pulled his head away from the townsfolk. “Shhh.” Alphonse pressed a finger against his own lip and lidded his eyes. “You’re not still hurting from last night are you?” The officer asked with a smirk. “I don’t deal with red wine well.” Replied Al, more melancholic than usual.

“Well that’s a shame given the haul the captain has his eye on next, the local lord’s supposedly bringing in a shipment of the stuff tonight, the fancy kind in bottles!”
“Sounds like it’d fetch a nice price at least…” He wasn’t too enthused by the prospect, bottles were easily broken after all and finding someone to sell them too wasn’t going to be easy.
“Only snag is it’s going to be guarded, not like the usual merchant ships, trained men.”

At this, Al’s eyes lit up and the headache was forced out by a thought. Real guards weren’t cheap and chances are they’d have their coin purses with them on the ship, there may even be a few among them that could be ransomed for a decent amount. The pirate stood upright and inhaled a lungful of the sea breeze. “Let the captain know I’ll be happy to lead the boarding party.”

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Hi-diddly-i, just wondering if this is still open for folks to join up? I've put a character sheet down below but if you're full up then no worries!

Ed

"Before you ask, no, I can't get you his autograph."
Name: Edmier Silverbirch
Race: Half-elf (Human)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Edmier's appearance is largely what one would expect of a teenage boy, he is around 5'6 with a slim frame and softly defined facial features punctuated by intense blue eyes. His hair is odd, an often unkempt mix of silver and black, telling of his mixed heritage, it often covers the majority of his pointed ears but the tips usually poke out and are visible. He is prone to wearing dark coats, jackets and jeans, even in summer time and is never seen without a pair of goggles handy.



Magic schools:
Air: 10
Lightning: 3
Spacial: 2
Spirit 3
Natural: 2

Technique: Edmier's grasp of air is largely focused around the usage of air to move himself around, blasting off with air burst then creating them against the ground to cushion his falling, bolstering and manipulating strong gusts to carry himself around or creating spinning vortexes to allow himself to hover and drift over obstacles and perform a clumsy approximation of flight. He is also able to create thin focused streams of air to cut at things like an invisible knife, though this is something he has yet to refine and develop precision with. The rest of his techniques are rather simple manipulations of other magical areas which he hopes to improve at the academy.

Abilities: Dramatic hair whip, dramatic stare, dramatic glare, above average hearing.

Skills: Climbing and running are two things the half-elf enjoys and is good at, often having combined the two with his magic to develop his owns style of parkour. Aside from this, he has some level of competency with baking having learnt more than a few recipes from his mother. Edmier is also rather good at disguising his emotions through his facial expressions, able to play it cool with a melancholic poker face should it be needed, in fact overreacting with a melancholic approach is something he does quite frequently.

Bio: Edmier's story begins with his parents, more specifically his father, Gregory Silverbirch being one of the more well known and regarded city elf actors always had a troubled relationship with the rest of his race, even before the war. In the aftermath of the devastation, capitalising on the mysterious appeal his status as an elf held, he was able to quickly build up a reputation as an advocate of integration and union between Humans and Elves as well as a competent performer. He entered a highly publicised relationship with a Human woman from Canada, Cassandra Lee, which was still fairly new at that point, his popularity only rose as the pair announced they would be having a child. For a time, Gregory managed to land himself a rather cushy and well off position as part of the Hollywood elite before the novelty wore off and he slid down to being the B-list actor he is known as today, in part due to Cassandra wishing that their relationship with the media be drastically reduced following the birth of Edmier and the passing of time giving rise to new stories and celebrities.

His time as a baby couldn't be kept out of the media spotlight but gradually his parents were able to better seclude and isolate him from the attention, his time growing up was largely spent moving around with Cassandra and her family in Canada to avoid the press and attending school there. While Gregory supported and loved his son dearly, most of his side of the family were traditionalist Elvish folk who strongly condemned his career and choice of partner, few would even meet young Edmier let alone visit frequently and the pressure of his job along with efforts to reconcile and encourage his kin to adapt to the Human world meant he spent long periods away. As a young boy, Edmier took an interest in magic after being taught about father's life before acting, while Gregory was by no means a competent mana user he at least had a few party tricks that he recalled from his own youth.

Eventually the question was raised about where he would go on to study and his mother and father agreed to let Edmier decide between furthering his magical interest or remaining in the Canadian school system, for a young man facing a decision between maths and magic there was only one conceivable answer and so his application went off to Arkangrad and he eagerly awaited a response.

Elibian Nights

Name: Alphonse 'Al' Ergwood
Title: The Gull
Age: 22
Class: Pirate
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Home: Bern originally

Equipment: Hand axe
Economy: 500 gold

Personality: For the most part, Al can be summed up as being for the most part laid back and calm like the sea on a clear day, though much like the sea he can suddenly become restless and violent in an instant. He is prone to long periods of relaxation and savouring the little things followed by bursts of extreme energy, excitement and passion. More often than not related to treasure and the prospect of attaining it or some form of adventure. That said, he is smart enough to know an impossible fight when he sees one and is more than happy to switch sides or ditch a job if it means he gets to live another day.

Alignment: Chaotic neutral, good or evil depending on those around him

Simple description: A toned but overall small form with salt soaked blonde hair and green eyes. He wears the typical swashbuckling pirate attire of a ragged shirt and long pants tucked into worn brown boots with a long blue overcoat and sailor hat, most of it appearing oversized and mismatched from more than just one region's style of clothing.

Level: 1
Basestats: Allocate points to the following stats. You have 45 points available at level 1, with 3 extra per level above (level 2: 48, level 3: 51 etcetcetc).
Health Points: 18
Strength/Magic: 7
Skill: 1
Speed: 8
Luck: 4
Defense: 5
Resistance: 2

Growths: Allocate the odds for levelups in the following stats. You have 360% available to allocate, or if you're promoted already you have 200%
Health Points: 70
Strength/Magic: 40
Skill: 10
Speed: 30
Luck: 50
Defense: 50
Resistance: 20

Sample

The Gull lay slumped against the starboard side of the docked ship peering over the wooden railing to stare dully at the port town while regretting his entire existence, the part of that existence he regretted most of all was the throbbing pain in his head from the excessive amount of alcohol he had consumed the previous night, much to the entertainment of his shipmates. Turning down a free drink was something he could never bring himself to do, not when everything in the world was so often held out of reach until he fought hard for it. He brought a canteen of fresh water to his mouth and took a sip, swirling it around then spitting it out to try and bring about some semblance of freshness or at the very least wash away the taste of regret.

“Al!” Came the irksome call of the ship’s first officer whom the young man spotted approaching with a wave as he pulled his head away from the townsfolk. “Shhh.” Alphonse pressed a finger against his own lip and lidded his eyes. “You’re not still hurting from last night are you?” The officer asked with a smirk. “I don’t deal with red wine well.” Replied Al, more melancholic than usual.

“Well that’s a shame given the haul the captain has his eye on next, the local lord’s supposedly bringing in a shipment of the stuff tonight, the fancy kind in bottles!”
“Sounds like it’d fetch a nice price at least…” He wasn’t too enthused by the prospect, bottles were easily broken after all and finding someone to sell them too wasn’t going to be easy.
“Only snag is it’s going to be guarded, not like the usual merchant ships, trained men.”

At this, Al’s eyes lit up and the headache was forced out by a thought. Real guards weren’t cheap and chances are they’d have their coin purses with them on the ship, there may even be a few among them that could be ransomed for a decent amount. The pirate stood upright and inhaled a lungful of the sea breeze. “Let the captain know I’ll be happy to lead the boarding party.”