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Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Samson Ho

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⦋ 26 || Hong Kong || He/Him ⦌

OVERVIEW

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APPEARANCE

You can't say that Samson doesn't look like some sort of a gang member. Dragon tattoos. A broken nose bridge and cauliflower ear. That aura, stench with the smell of lowborn, streetwise, and uneducated. And his speech, always with some sort of anger about to explode, goes well enhancing the impression of a lower-class citizen.

And he dressed like one as well. Tank top. Jeans or shorts. It is only when he is currently serving that he dressed more formally. Under specific lengths and widths for his shirts, so the buttons wouldn't explode every time he breathed. A black vest with shoulder pads, adding the more oomph to the 2 meters giant, should he found himself in need of some convincing work. Black pants and black shoes. And a blue tie, because an Asian can't wear all black.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

To bend a fucking metal bar with his eye socket.

As a child, he wanted to bend a metal bar with his eye socket. He wanted to bend blades with bare hands, leap through fire, and sleep on a bed of daggers. Those are the thing what he wanted to be accomplished during his childhood. He wanted to be a martial artist. And so he trained.

And through trials and tribulations, training montages, secret techniques, and under the tutelage of a wise sage/sifu, Samson became who he is today."

This above was a joke.

Truth be told, Samson didn't have much reason to train martial arts in the first place. While the desire to bend metal with his eye sockets was real back then, so does his desire to slack off and playing games as a child. It was mostly due to his parents' belief that martial arts trained a person's lifestyle that led Samson to be forced into martial arts. At first, he trained Wing Chun with his fathers. Then, he learned Five Forms from the local dojo but specialize in tiger and snake. After that, boxing and karate. And finally, JKD.

It didn't take too long for martial arts to integrate into Samson's life, becoming a portion of his daily schedule. Still, Samson was not very interested in martial arts as he is now. After all, how many martial artists can catch a bullet? He had heard about a man defeating ten other men. He had yet to hear of a man deconstructed an entire battalion. He had a negative view toward Nomads, believing that they are nothing more than glorified CGI effects and tricks that governments and large corporations created to enforce some ideologies on the masses.

That is until he saw how profitable it is.

Eight years ago, Samson became the champion of House Miyamoto's Tournament in Hong Kong. It didn't take long for them to have his contact. And he signed up with them, just because of how lucrative the deal was. At the age of 19, he had his first car. A few years after that, a penthouse. Just in a nick of time, Samson tasted the fruit of something he never intended to plant before. And it was sweet.

Getting into the Nomad inner circles also gave Samson more insight toward these particular "people." Their value. Their powers. Their ideas and dreams. The meaning of being a Nomads. How martial arts seems to have more weight beneath the waves... So, these days, Samson trained even harder than before. Because if he is stronger, he is more valuable. And if he is more valuable, his contracts would be more sought after. Currently, he had just finished a contract protecting a VIP at Gold City. And if it wasn't because of the recent attack by the Mirage, he would have probably left the Golden City.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

Samson's fighting style remind of a mountain and an avalanche combined. Unmoveable when being station. Unstoppable once moved. As such, his fighting style consists of multiple strong attacks like grapples, palm strikes, punches, shoulder bash,... He doesn't have too many sides-tricks like throwing dirt or elbowing the lower-half like others do, considering those tricks beneath himself. Still, not using it doesn't mean he is not prepared against it.

But aside from that, his techniques are pretty straight forward. He hits hard. His grip can bend metals. And he is just going to be here, enduring everything the enemies throw at him. Because he is a mountain. And a mountain is him.

SIGNATURE MOVES

■ [Bear strike]

Samson's strikes, shredding target's armor with every hits.

■ [Whiplash]

Samson strikes at the enemy. If Samson hits, he will cleaved out a chunk of flesh in the contacted area, causing the target to take increased damage when being hit at the same spot. A repeated succession of whiplash will cause the target to gain hemorrhage.

■ [Mountains]

Samson's blocked incoming physical attacks, his defenses are doubled at facing direction while gaining resistance to knockback or knock-up. But, if roots spell is applied during [Mountain]'s duration, their durations are doubled.

■ [Opening Cut]

Samson attempts to sidestep an attack. If he succeeds, he will close the distance before giving a knockout strike/ grappling, causing the enemies to be disoriented/stun.

■ [Grand Slam]

Samson grapples the target before slamming him/ her/ it against the ground multiple times.

SUPER MOVES

■ [Misguided Anger]

Releasing his anger, Samson's gained an increase in attack speed and damage. All his strikes during this period will ignore all defenses. In return, all attacks against Samson will do more damages but will extend the duration of Misguide Anger.

■ [Samson's Origen]

Samson's rapidly regenerate a portion of his health. The more health he lost, the more he regenerated.

■ [Layers of Sea]

Samson's become immovable for 10s, immunes to all effects (daze, slumber, weakening, taunt, knockback, knock up,...). His defenses are tripled in all directions. An additional doubled defense is added on top of the direction he is facing. In return, he can't move.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Being a mountain does have its flaw. Samson doesn't move very often, only able to use sidesteps as a means of positioning himself and dodging. And if the enemy is a very mobile one, all he can do is charge at them and hope he could pin them down.

OTHER

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Nothing for now.

Cacophony Concord

Klein

User Inspection

Attributes

HP – 100
MP – 0
SP – 130
STR – 15
AGI – 10
END – 11
DEX – 11
LUC – 10

User Experience

Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Defensive Automated
Spell Incantations: Manuel

Inventory

Fund: 20
Items: Pouch(normal)

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"Ah, I see."

Of course, disaster would strike when he is least expecting it.

Klein didn't understand why all these people would just form a circle around him, seeing how all he wanted to do was asking some questions. At first, it was probably because of his character appearance, which they are free to stare at as long as they please, that was causing the ruckus. But, the situation escalated pretty quickly. Out of nowhere, one of the bystanders just decided to plant himself between Klein and whoever it is lying on the floor. After that, a blunt force was applied between on his back, pushing him toward the samurai and his friend. At this point, it was clear that this is an ambush on a newbie. And while not a newbie himself, his character stats don't really support a 1v5 right now.

That doesn't mean he won't go out without a fight though.

"I yield." Klein yelled, his hands raised to the air.

While it may be strange for a brute to surrendering, Klein felt no shame in admitting his defeat. After all, his character stats are not the best right now. But, if they still decided to rob him, Klein would just dc and join the game at another time. A shame that he can't play with his friends. But, at the very least, he remembered the samurai's name. Dysphoria.

"I'll give my 20 coins to you. If you let me get out of town and don't follow me." Klein proposed, hoping the gang would just take the money and leave him alone.

But then, a thick and heavy accent voice cut through, speaking wise words in a very dumb situation. "We start a fight in middle of town now? Sounds like shit idea. Anything bigger than shove, we probably get guards on our ass, no?"

Action

Surrender and offer 20 coins to keep himself alive.

Cacophony Concord

Klein

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Klein mulls over the character models, busying with customizing the physique of what will become his "second life", as the game would say. Despite going over multiple guides, VODs, walkthroughs and ICGN's "5 things you should know before buying" series, none of those had proved to be specifically helpful in customizing your character's gender. Most of the time, he would play as a female just for how good the models are. Jiggling physics. The apparels. The decorations. The mods. Especially the mods.

There was never a competition where the male model would win, except when it is a male protagonist oriented gameplay.

And yet, here he is, spending two hours of his life creating his avatar. On one side stood his fantasy. His drive. His dream for his future companion. A fantasy girlfriend, whose voice so soft it might have been a spring breeze, a pleasant voice to all that heard her words. And yet, she was muscular, capable of fending for her own. She wouldn't mind sleeping in the open field beneath a starry night, surrounded by the carcasses of predators who had mistaken her as their prey. Or, she wouldn't be stranger to a bar brawl or the liberator of some handsome princes. And she is right here. Klein could have played her. She is him. He can be her.

But on the other hand, stood a man, who is nothing but everything that reeks of hypermasculinity. He has glaring eyes, a wide jaw, shoulders of a bear, and the back of a tiger. His back etches with scars, trophies of some great achievement that he had accomplished in the past. But he won't remember all of them, because a real man doesn't need to remember his own achievement. Others do it for him. He is even bald. Like a better version of 007 and Terminators. No, like Hulk smashed with 007 and Terminator.

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Are you sure you want to quit?

• Yes
• No

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A screen popped up, reminding Klein how long had it been since his last interaction. And, With a regretful sigh, Klein gives in to the screaming masculinity that had been discriminated against and oppressed for too long, choosing the male avatar over female and hopped into the game. But it was not before he took a selfie of himself as a female.

Then, everything else was kinda simple. He had a very clear path for his character, opting for a more brute force and direct confrontation rather than waving wands and chanting spells like a bunch of priests. The pain setting raised to 40%, a valuable lesson he learned over battle royal games and FPS. He changed the combat from Stylish to Defense Automated, hoping that would give himself some time to master the manual combat.

And everything was done.

After being spawned, Klein just followed the guide.

Welcome, Immortal

You received 20 Silver.

You received Item Pouch (Common).

Class Unlocked!
Warrior
_{+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END}

Class Unlocked!
Scout
_{+5% MP | +10% SP | +10% AGI | +5% DEX}

Class Unlocked!
Ranger
_{+5% STR | +10% END | +15% DEX}

Class Unlocked!
Mage
_{+20% MP | +5% END | +5% LUC}

He slapped rock, picked up the coins and the pouch from the floor, inserting his class search, and started heading west to beat up some frogmen. But a player that lied restless near the Keystones caught his attention, who seems very close to death's door despite no hostile NPC in sight.

Uh, hi? Mind if I asked what happened here?"

Klein asked, pointing to the players who seem to be out of breath.

Class Search

Class Search: Juggernaut, Bruiser
Class Search: Executioner

Attributes

HP – 100
MP – 0
SP – 130
STR – 15
AGI – 10
END – 11
DEX – 11
LUC – 10

User Experience

Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Defensive Automated
Spell Incantations: Manuel

Cacophony Concord

Tin Nguyen

Tin Nguyen || 24 || Male || Vietnamese

Description:

He always laughs when comparing himself to the person in the image. 6 feet in height, not too bad for an Asian. A bit underweight, but he used to pride with how visible his skeleton was back then. And the fact that he always had that bit of unlit cigarette in his mouth. How rebellious. How wild was he back then?

Cringe and full of angst.

And although many things changed during the 6 years spanned, mainly his behaviors and perception, the resemblance is still uncanny. Most of the scars are still there. He quitted smoking, kinda nice. He ate more healthily. It doesn't mean that he put on weights, it's just that he ... is caring more for his body? Oh, and the hair is still the same. Kinda hard to cut something that took 4 years to grow.

History:
Being a triplet is fun. You have siblings. People that understand you. People to laugh with. People that cry with. Brothers and friends line intertwine and interchangeable. But, if there is anything that taught Tim most about their relationship, is the competition between them.

They all wanted to make a name for themselves. The first went for sports and athletics. The last gone for modeling and fashion. And Tim, wanting to make a name for himself, goes into gaming. And he was decent at that. Top 5% of the player base. Highest KDA.

And being a winner for so long, it got into Tim. He wants to win. He wants to be the best. The first. The one for others to be jealous of. So, when others around him started to play a game without crashes? With multiple of steady and overarching plotlines without any patch notes? A growing leaderboard that offered nothing but satisfaction and self-worth? Even more, the chances to sell in-game items for real-life cash.

You know he is in.

Character Creation

Username: Klein
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 2.2 Meters
Weight: 140 kg
Voice Pitching: -10
Decorations: Tribal tattoos across the back and on the face.
Appearance: With a larger humanoid form, Tim had altered almost everything that he could. From the broken nose to being bald, overly developed back muscles and unnecessary ghoul-like skin, Tim is contend enough that his mother wouldn't know who this avatar was based upon. The only thing that wasn't changed is how small the eyes are compared to his face, the only traceable Asian trait that remains untouched.

Attributes

HP – 100
MP – 0
SP – 13
STR – 15
AGI – 10
END – 11
DEX – 11
LUC – 10

User Experience

Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Defensive Automated
Spell Incantations: Manuel

Cacophony Concord

@ERodeHere is mine, do tell if I need to change anything. Thank you.

Tin Nguyen

Tin Nguyen || 24 || Male || Vietnamese

Description:

He always laughs when comparing himself to the person in the image. 6 feet in height, not too bad for an Asian. A bit underweight, but he used to pride with how visible his skeleton was back then. And the fact that he always had that bit of unlit cigarette in his mouth. How rebellious. How wild was he back then?

Cringe and full of angst.

And although many things changed during the 6 years spanned, mainly his behaviors and perception, the resemblance is still uncanny. Most of the scars are still there. He quitted smoking, kinda nice. He ate more healthily. It doesn't mean that he put on weights, it's just that he ... is caring more for his body? Oh, and the hair is still the same. Kinda hard to cut something that took 4 years to grow.

History:
Being a triplet is fun. You have siblings. People that understand you. People to laugh with. People that cry with. Brothers and friends line intertwine and interchangeable. But, if there is anything that taught Tim most about their relationship, is the competition between them.

They all wanted to make a name for themselves. The first went for sports and athletics. The last gone for modeling and fashion. And Tim, wanting to make a name for himself, goes into gaming. And he was decent at that. Top 5% of the player base. Highest KDA.

And being a winner for so long, it got into Tim. He wants to win. He wants to be the best. The first. The one for others to be jealous of. So, when others around him started to play a game without crashes? With multiple of steady and overarching plotlines without any patch notes? A growing leaderboard that offered nothing but satisfaction and self-worth? Even more, the chances to sell in-game items for real-life cash.

You know he is in.

Cacophony Concord

@ERode Hi, would you mind adding me to the waitlist if this rp is going to open in the future?

Recollections: The Othergrounds (Supernatural Teenagers Trapped in an Abandoned City) [Soft Reboot]

Interested

Goblin Quest

@ERode u right. 7 uses remain

Goblin Quest

Krishna

Location: In the Woods

Mentioning:@Vec@RC3

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It doesn’t take too long for Krishna to realize that there was something wrong on his way past home. It was too silent. Of course, the forest had its moment of tranquility and peacefulness, where everything is encapsulated in a picture. But even then, the forest lives through other means. Of dry leaves crackling, of the leaves sway to the midday breezes. The roaring of unknown beasts.

And there was nothing happening right now.

That is until he heard the roar of something coming from another direction. It was not far from where he was standing, but certainly in the opposite direction of the goblin’s cave. With curiosity and an appetite for more, Krishna picked up one of the larger rocks on the floor, the size of his fist, before heading to Teva’s group.

It was a massacre.

He saw one goblin lying on the floor while another was held in the creature’s hand. He need not to be smart to know that the lying goblin was dead or close to dead. The other? Not far from death. Still, there were three of them, assuming the one still pelting the creature was one of the goblins. But the creature was double of his size, and only someone like Gor would approach the creature for close-quarter combat. Krishna, instead, prides on his intellect, decided to be a smart goblin as he is not too long ago. Using the bushes and their foliage as his cover, Krishna attempted to close his distance between him and the creature for a sure shot. He hoped the rain of pebbles and sometimes rocks would draw the creature attention from its back. He could hear the sound of the small goblin choking under the massive arm. His death only gave him more patience. The numbers are still on his side, he thinks as the distance between him and the creature was close enough for an aim in the head.

Krishna pushed his luck and proceeded forward. He had changed his nose breathing to breathing through his mouth, believing that would reduce the noise he made. In compensation, Krishna held a rock doubled the size of the one he previously picked up, something he found while making his way toward the creature’s back. And if it weren't because he had eaten something not too long ago, his muscles would have already given up. The green goblin approached the orc, a distance of fourteen to fifteen feet between them, and aimed at its exposing back.

If asked whether or not he would want to do that again, to approach the creature closer, Krishna would gladly say no. His arms were at its peak, and he felt that he was pushing his luck too much. So he gave all of his strength into the underhand swing, launching the rock into the air, and ran. He heard a thump. He heard the creature stop talking.

And yet, he keeps on running. But unlike the previous time where he ran like a headless bug, Krishna ran downward, the opposite direction of where the orc was previously facing.

Skills

• Absorption (Remaining Uses: 7)
• Escape: The ability to flee and get to a safe location much more efficiently. Regardless of the situation, the user gets a bonus when attempting to getaway. (Passive) E-Rank
• Thick Skin - The user has much thicker skin than the average person. This reduces damage from all sources, but in particular, reduces damage from physical attacks. (Passive) E-Rank

Rough Visual

Wants and Needs: an Inquiry on the Nature of Roleplaying

I think the most self-fulfilling part of Roleplaying is about writing and the feeling associated with said action. Like most of the time, I feel what I write is pretty shitty while others are just outright on a different level. I do understand that this notion of thinking probably derived from a lack of self-confidence. But, once every a blue moon, out of nowhere, I just wrote so well, not even my role model's post can topple what I just regurgitate after a losing game. And I feel good you know. Knowing what you are capable of, that put a smile on my face.