Sedjwick

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Btw, @Sedjwick its going to be the same start as the previous version, so might as well give Milo a combat skill so he can at least join in the fight later.

@Travesty

Noted. I've replaced Tight Spaces with Brawler in Characters tab. Let me know if I need to make any changes.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Milo Thomas

Name: Milo Thomas

Age: 10

Origin: London, England, 1899

Appearance: Milo is small and thin for his age, even by the standards of lower class Victorian England. This is partly due to his natural build, but is more due to being born to a dirt poor family and being underfed as a result. Milo barely reaches 4 feet in height, but his poor posture makes him seem shorter. He is rail thin, and if you were to take his shirt off, you would be able to clearly see each of his ribs. He is filthy and his skin is very pale from being covered with what may be a permanent layer of grime. His blond hair is on the long side and black with filth (mostly soot), sitting in a rat's nest on top of his head and serving as home to more than a few fleas and who knows what else. His face is gaunt and narrow with dull green eyes and sunken cheeks as well as some premature wrinkles and worry lines (faint, but visible).

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Level: 1

Health Points: 5,000

Mana: 700

General Stats:
• Strength - 400
• Endurance - 500
• Intelligence - 1,400
• Agility - 900
• Dexterity - 800
• Luck - 1,000

Acquired Skills:
• Translator Level 1
• Brawler Level 1 (Increases damage dealt by character without an equipped weapon. Also allows use of Fist Weapons.)
• Run Away Level 1 (Increases chances of escaping from difficult battles)

Extra
• Kaireth's Blessing: All Elemental Affinity - enable user to use all elemental magic at its 100% potential regardless of mastery. Further leveling up this skill will unlock a sub-skill Savant, allowing user to automatically learn a magic spell just by seeing it being executed.
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Personality: In his old world and life, Milo did not have a particularly happy existance. He wasn't necessarily miserable as he had two loving parents who always did as much as they could for him, but his lot in life was also not one of joy. He is quiet and reserved, having learned to do his job quietly and without complaint and to make sure anybody bigger than him didn't see the few shillings he earned every day if he hoped to keep them. He remains quiet and shy among those he doesn't know, but he is rather surprised to find himself alive in this unfamiliar world and wonders if this isn't the heaven that Blake wrote about in his poem of the Chimney Sweeper from his Songs of Experience.

Short Background: Milo was born in the year 1889 in London, England to a poor family. His parents could hardly afford to support themselves, let alone a child, but they loved Milo to death. Still, love does not put food on the table, and Milo's parents' jobs hardly did any better. There were many nights when all three Thomases would go to bed hungry for want of money to buy food. To try to make enough money just to survive, Milo took to sweeping chimneys at the age of 7. His small size, like all the other boys who swept chimneys, made it easy for him to fit into the chimneys to sweep them. Unfortunately, chimney sweeping is a hazardous job, and by the age of 9, Milo suffered from lung disease due to all the soot he was constantly inhaling from the chimneys he cleaned. By the age of 10 lung disease, malnutrition, and other health problems claimed young Milo's life.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Hope it's okay to use my character from the last version of this RP.

Milo Thomas

Name: Milo Thomas

Age: 10

Origin: London, England, 1899

Appearance: Milo is small and thin for his age, even by the standards of lower class Victorian England. This is partly due to his natural build, but is more due to being born to a dirt poor family and being underfed as a result. Milo barely reaches 4 feet in height, but his poor posture makes him seem shorter. He is rail thin, and if you were to take his shirt off, you would be able to clearly see each of his ribs. He is filthy and his skin is very pale from being covered with what may be a permanent layer of grime. His blond hair is on the long side and black with filth (mostly soot), sitting in a rat's nest on top of his head and serving as home to more than a few fleas and who knows what else. His face is gaunt and narrow with dull green eyes and sunken cheeks as well as some premature wrinkles and worry lines (faint, but visible).

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Level: 1

Health Points: 5,000

Mana: 700

General Stats:
• Strength - 400
• Endurance - 500
• Intelligence - 1,400
• Agility - 900
• Dexterity - 800
• Luck - 1,000

Acquired Skills:
• Translator Level 1
• Tight Spaces Level 1 (his small size allows him to fit into small spaces others couldn't normally get into)
• Run Away Level 1 (Increases chances of escaping from difficult battles)

Extra
• Kaireth's Blessing: All Elemental Affinity - enable user to use all elemental magic at its 100% potential regardless of mastery. Further leveling up this skill will unlock a sub-skill Savant, allowing user to automatically learn a magic spell just by seeing it being executed.
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Personality: In his old world and life, Milo did not have a particularly happy existance. He wasn't necessarily miserable as he had two loving parents who always did as much as they could for him, but his lot in life was also not one of joy. He is quiet and reserved, having learned to do his job quietly and without complaint and to make sure anybody bigger than him didn't see the few shillings he earned every day if he hoped to keep them. He remains quiet and shy among those he doesn't know, but he is rather surprised to find himself alive in this unfamiliar world and wonders if this isn't the heaven that Blake wrote about in his poem of the Chimney Sweeper from his Songs of Experience.

Short Background: Milo was born in the year 1889 in London, England to a poor family. His parents could hardly afford to support themselves, let alone a child, but they loved Milo to death. Still, love does not put food on the table, and Milo's parents' jobs hardly did any better. There were many nights when all three Thomases would go to bed hungry for want of money to buy food. To try to make enough money just to survive, Milo took to sweeping chimneys at the age of 7. His small size, like all the other boys who swept chimneys, made it easy for him to fit into the chimneys to sweep them. Unfortunately, chimney sweeping is a hazardous job, and by the age of 9, Milo suffered from lung disease due to all the soot he was constantly inhaling from the chimneys he cleaned. By the age of 10 lung disease, malnutrition, and other health problems claimed young Milo's life.

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Atlantis Again: A Harry Potter RP

Awesome. Thanks. Those are the two sections that I can never get.

Atlantis Again: A Harry Potter RP

Oh, quick question. Do we have to have a character quote? And do we need a picture of our character, or will the written description be enough?

Atlantis Again: A Harry Potter RP

Calling dibs on Care of Magical Creatures instructor. I'll get a character sheet soon.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

I'm up for continuing this. I might have to change up my last post a bit to reflect Allet's nonexistence, but I've been having fun with this.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Alfaru was rushing to the boy's aid the moment the slab fell on his legs, but Allet and Sylvaine both reached the boy first. They worked together to lift the heavy stone, and at Sylvaine's question, Alfaru pulled the boy out from under the slab, allowing the women to drop the heavy load. With these things accomplished, Alfaru went to work treating the boy's injuries. He knew just from the weight of the slab alone that the boy's legs would be broken, but he rolled up the legs of the child's trousers to get a view of the full extent of the damage. As he was doing this, he muttered another spell, this one to dull the feeling in the boy's legs. This would help with the pain, especially when Alfaru set to work setting the child's bones, but he would need to see just how bad the damage was first.

As he began looking at the boy's injuries, he spoke gently to the boy. "Talk to me. It will take your mind off the pain," he said. "Maybe tell me what happened. Where are your parents? What's your name?" he suggested, doing his part to help distract the boy from the pain while also subtly probing for answers to the questions he had been asking since he first saw the boy. He took a moment to direct his attention to the two women. To Allet, he asked, "Could you get me some twin leaf and spring foil? I have some in my pack. Also my mortar and pestle." The first herb he could crush and mix with water to make a paste that would help with the child's bruises, while the child could chew on the other to help with the pain. While he said this, he turned his attention to Sylvaine, glancing between the elf and the place where the slab had previously rested and jerking his head slightly in that direction in a subtle, silent suggestion that she investigate what it was the child had seemed so intent on finding while not wanting to let the child know that he had been spying on him.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Okay, I have my post up. But this week I have another Structure project, and then finals are next week, and I still have to practice my karate. Then I have about a week before my virtual field camp, which will keep me busy for the 5 weeks after that. I should be able to manage to keep up with this, but just so you know, my posts may take a while from now until about the end of June (but things should be considerably calmer after that).

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Alfaru shook his head in response to Allet's question. "No, just a feeling I have that something's a bit off with this," he said. "You go on ahead. I'll catch up with you later." With that, he returned his attention to the boy, who was now trying to move a slab of rock that he clearly wasn't strong enough to move. What was he looking for? And where were his parents? The child was all alone, looking for something, and he seemed desperate to find it soon.

Alfaru considered what he should do. He could just walk away and leave the boy to his business. That might be the smart thing to do, but was it the right thing? He could help the child in his search, but he had no idea how the child would react to a stranger approaching and offering his help. Of course, he could try to help the child without directly intervening. He was sure the book in his pack had a blessing that would temporarily increase the boy's strength, which should allow him to move the rock he was trying to move. But then that opened a whole new series of problems. What if the rock was propping the boulder up, and once it was removed the boulder would topple? If that happened, it would surely crush the boy, enhanced strength or not, not to mention what might happen if the boulder chose to roll downhill and into the fields. But then again, the boulder looked to be fairly stable on that side, and the slab seemed to be leaning on the boulder more than the boulder was leaning on the slab.

After a minute of internal debate, Alfaru made up his mind. He set his pack down on the ground beside him and began leafing through the book he had brought with him until he found the blessing he was looking for. He stretched his right hand out toward the boy and read the words from the page. If the spell worked the way it should, it would double the boy's strength for approximately 30 minutes, which should be long enough for him to move anything else he needed to move until he found what he was looking for, whatever that happened to be. As he muttered the blessing, he was hit with a wave of doubt. What was the child looking for? And was it wise to enable him to find whatever it was? However, by now it was too late to change course. The spell had been set in motion, the power had been released, and now the spell would either succeed or fail and Alfaru could do no more the change the outcome.