Saltwater Thief

UNFAIR MONSTERS [Accepting New Applicants]

One question I have; in regards to being killed by the monsters resulting in memory loss, does that mean if our characters die in a fight we lose all of our powers and memories of everything as seen in the Intro, or would that only happen in the event of a TPK?

UNFAIR MONSTERS [Accepting New Applicants]

Hmm. Unusual concept. I'll keep an eye on this one.

The Iron Crusades: WW1 Dieselpunk Meets Fantasy

@LordOfTheNight I was thinking I'd make a Recon character, maybe with a side of sharpshooter. Probably one of the Thae races, though if you'll let me get away with a halfbreed or a changeling equivalent (or rather a descendant of one probably) I have some ideas for that.

If not, it'll be a Thae and that will be just fine.

The Iron Crusades: WW1 Dieselpunk Meets Fantasy

@LordOfTheNight So, how good is the 115th? Are we playing a standard deployment of grunts that happens to include the mixed racials, one of the crack squads that's called on when the job needs doing and doing well, or somewhere in between?

The Iron Crusades: WW1 Dieselpunk Meets Fantasy

Noting interest. I'm intrigued by the world building.

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

Hmm. Seems interesting. I'll see if I can get some inspiration to strike.

One Piece: The Great Age of Piracy (Sign-up's Always Welcome!)

I could always use a One Piece RP in my life. I'll do some thinkin about what character I'd like to bring along.

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

Markus

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@Feisty-Pants

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Moving through the crowded streets was rather like swimming along a river. There was a flow to it, even if it did abruptly change directions or come to a complete stop, and if you could stick to it you'd be just fine. It was when you suddenly hit a rock, or in this case a lost tourist with their eyes on the scenery and not the road, that things got dicey. Keeping an eye out for such lost ones was paramount, ewhich made it quite difficult to consult the guide on upcoming events. Markus discovered that the hard way when he nearly tripped over a Halfling gawking at a scantily clad foxgirl from his decisively indecent perspective, and he quickly decided it was time to step to the side, up onto a raised step and away from the cobblestones, to fully read his list.

For starters there was the play the next evening. That might be interesting, he'd always had a liking for viewing stage pieces. Something to think about, at any rate. Then there was the speed dating event the following day, which he truthfully had no interest in. How could anyone, he wondered, have any faith in it working? It would be impossible to fully know and connect with someone after only a brief meeting. Kryssa would pout when he told her about that, but that was just something he'd deal with later. And after that was...

"Oh!" he said aloud as he read the entry for the Tournament. A chance to test himself going toe to toe with what would hopefully be some of the nation's best combatants. Now THAT was an event he could get behind. When was the last time he'd really felt challenged to the degree this promised?

Almost on cue, out of the corner of his eye Markus caught a flash of white moving around through the nearby crowd. Further inspection showed that it belonged to a young lady of his own age, and that it was her hair. "Right," he said to himself, "It was those times, wasn't it?

Minerva Fairchild. A young noblewoman the same age as himself who, like the rest of her family, made a business of hunting down magical criminals. They'd encountered one another on two occasions, both times crossing paths in pursuit of a shared target. The first had been a notorious wizard who had murdered a family in the Corvis family's province, thus setting Markus on his tail. They'd flatly told one another to stay out of the way, but when neither budged they simply continued working. Alas, the Fairchild woman had won that day; by the time he'd discovered the wizard's hideout she'd already had the man restrained. The second time had been chasing a thief wielding a mystical artifact. That time, they'd decided to openly make a competition out of it; Markus had managed to get the artifact from the thief's hands, but Minerva once again had the arrest to her name at the day's conclusion. It had been scathing on its own, and her attitude in the wake of both incidents hadn't helped.

But what was she doing here, during the festival? He wondered as he kept an eye on her movements through the crowd.

Saltwater's CS Bank

Kurena, One Piece Martial Arts Character

Name: Kurena
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Standard Human
Rank: Apprentice (Mercenary Corps)

Appearance: Stands 5'10" and 145 lbs. Her Merc Corps bandanna is used to tie her hair up.
Personality: Kurena is a spirited young girl who loves nothing more than facing a challenge. She's very much a go-getter, and once she decides she's going to do something few, if any people can dissuade her from it. She's not the vengeful sort, nor does she believe all that strongly in the concept of Justice, but she does firmly believe that those who are strong have a duty to protect those who are not. This has caused her to idolize some of the fabled pirates from the Golden and Silver Ages to a degree, and certainly puts her at odds with the pirates of the current age.
Background: Kurena never knew her parents. She was raised on an island in the East Blue called Monastery Island, governed by warrior monks who invited any to join them in pursuit of physical fitness and learn their martial art. Having nowhere else to go, she grew and learned under the tutelage of one of the senseis, who treated her like his own daughter. When she turned 15 she was permitted to begin training to master the Monastery's secret techniques- the Kamiken art forms. It took her the better part of three years to begin to grasp the concepts and begin to understand the techniques, but eventually she began to thrive on it. She only managed to properly use two of the five basic techniques, but her sensei assured her that she knew all of them, plus many of their advanced forms; she merely needed to bring her body into sync with her soul to perform them, and that would come with time.

That time would have to come at a later date, however, because not long after Monastery Island came under attack by a vicious gang of pirates. Under normal circumstances such things were little cause for concern; the instructors typically proved more than capable of fending off any would-be attackers. But these pirates were much stronger and vicious, and it was all the monks could do to keep as many students and residents alive as they could. The monastery itself was in shambles, and her home was destroyed. While everybody else went to find a new home, however, Kurena took a small boat and set sail for a different locale; the new Marineford. Men like that had to be stopped, and if her skills could aid that, who was she to not do so?

Skills:
Kamiken: Martial art taught on Monastery Island where Karena was raised, it revolves around specific techniques inspired by the 5 elements (Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Lightning). Similar to, and said to be a rival of, Rokushiki.

Biri-Biri no Mi: A Paramecia-type that Kurena ate thinking it was an ordinary tropical fruit. It gives her the ability to generate and discharge electrical energy in and from her body, which she can use to add a shocking new force to her attacks.

Techniques:
Fire- A basic technique of the Kamiken, the user throws a punching attack with explosive force.

Discharge; Burning Thunder- Kurena coats her fist with stored electricity that is unleashed when she makes contact, increasing damage and possibly stunning her target.

Air- A basic technique of the Kamiken, the user dashes at high speeds to cover distances very quickly.

Discharge; Electric Wraith- Kurena charges her body with electricity and unleashes it as she dashes with Air, electrocuting opponents as she passes by.

Stats:

STR: 11
AGI: 23
PER: 10
DUR: 8
WIL: 13

Perks:

• Perseverance: Harsh training was always part of Kurena's life; and what came with it was the need to simply carry on. When faced with pain and fatigue, she always finds a way to keep her composure and push through.
• Acrobatic: Tumbling, turning, flipping, and the like require minimal effort from Kurena.

Inventory: A pair of thick leather gloves that she wears to help protect her hands.

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

Markus

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It was hardly Markus's first trip to the Royal City. He'd been there a half dozen times, usually on business for this or that or escorting Kryssa to an important meeting. But he'd never once set foot there during the Festival, not until now. And for all intents and purposes, it may as well have been another world entirely. The buildings were in the same place, but festooned with banners and ribbons and illuminated by magical sparkles in the air they transformed into different establishments, to say nothing of the people. Bright and vibrant colors now adorned everybody walking down the streets; from smartly dressed merchants in their coats shouting from their stalls to the revealing dresses and swirling silks of the dancers upon their raised platforms the entire city has been dyed in every shade imaginable, and the streets were absolutely packed from alley to alley. If Markus was being honest, it was all a bit overwhelming. And in the middle of all this, he was expected to magically and mysteriously encounter his soul mate? The odds must have been astronomical! But, Kryssa was convinced it could and would happen, so he would humor her. At least a little, anyway.

"Hoi there, you! The strapping young lad!"

A sharp cry pulled his attention as Markus felt the energy of a young lady being directed at him. "Yeah, you! With the black hair!"

"Can I help you, miss?" he asked as he pushed his way through the roving throng to reach her. She stood next to an odd little stall, one that was littered with stacks of paper and not much else.

"That's my line!" she replied, "You looked a little lost and not sure where to begin. First time in the city?"

"First time during the Festival, I know the layout pretty well."

"Oi, that's great! I guess you won't be needing a map then, BUT!" said the girl as she picked through one of the paper stacks on her stall. Finally she pulled a folded piece of parchment out of it, and with a flourish presented it in front of her to him. "Ta-da! One copy of Gillie's Guide, a handmade compilation of all the must-see and must-find places and things at this year's Festival, put together by yours truly!"

Markus bent over a little to get a good look at the parchment. The handwriting was a little haphazard, but it seemed to be exactly as advertised; a list of events and gatherings in the city during the Festival, including what day they were happening and what time of day, along with some opinionated footnotes from Gillie like Get there early, fills up fast! and Only go if Marked, snoozefest otherwise, and most notably one under the name of a bar Markus knew quite well called The Ape & Rapier that read ORDER THE CHOWDER IT'S INCREDIBLE.

"Well, you've convinced me with that one, Amelia's chowder is absolutely to die for," he said with a smile, "I think this will prove quite useful, Gillie is it?"

"Right you are sir! Gillie's the name!"

"Very well, how much for one of your guides, miss Gillie?" he asked as he fished a hand into the pouch at his belt.

"Well, I charge 30 for the map and the guide together, but since you don't need the map... how's about 20 coins?"

"I'll make it 25. Tip for good service," he said as he deposited the money into a smaller bag and dropped it on the stall.

"Ah gee, thanks mister! Enjoy the Festival!" Gillie yelled as he began to walk away, rolling up the guide to study later. Now that he thought about it, stopping in at the Ape for some food DID sound like a good idea...

"OI! STOP, THAT'S MINE!!"

Markus stopped in his tracks and turned at the sound of Gillie yelling. Barreling down the road towards him from the stall, bodily shoving aside anybody in his way, was an unkempt man clutching a familiar money pouch in his hands. People in his path, seeing what became those he decided needed to move, scrambled to get out of his way until the only thing standing between the man and the bustling intersection beyond where he could easily slip out of sight was Markus himself. As the thief came running, he glared and snarled at Markus and made to shoulder tackle him... but as he came closer Markus whirled around with great speed and struck the thief's face with the sole of his boot, sending him sprawling across the pavement with a bloodied nose. Gillie came running up next, short of breath and with a face flushed with anger.

"That's! What! You! Get!" she yelled as she punctuated each word with a kick of her own to his ribs, then bent down and grabbed the coinpurse from his hands. "Thanks again mister, I owe ya one big time!"

"Not a problem, Gillie. Run along now, the guards are on their way."

And so they were, as two of them came pushing through and began to lift the man off of the floor. "We'll take it from here," one of them said "We've been trying to catch this rat all day! Looks like he finally picked a fight with the wrong people."

"Nonsense, I was just passing through and wanted to help. Good day, gentlemen." Markus said as he continued on his way.

Well, he thought, now some of Amelia's food sounded REALLY good...