Song Book

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

It seems as if the treaty has worked. For now. I shall be on much more frequently, and as such would love to rekick off this place as to say. Fond memories have been forrd here and it deserves a bump up in the view of rp's

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As to the rp between us here I had so dastardly let go of, do you care if I made up a new post attributed to it?

Such could happen were she wanders from a room in the tavern with no memory of the night before her slumber and the hole shabang that happens after that.

Or.
We could go with more of a she had to leave urgently and somehow has found he way back, recognizing the establishment but confused on how she had arrived.

Yet another option could result in a different character, like Anna, being brought back if neither of those suits your fanxy sir.

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I await thy answers. @Dark Light

Writing Mad

He's very much so a drip in the sky.
A storm rolling past to me,
as I can be the lightning shooting between the clouds.
The thunder rolling over the hills to him.
Hazy lightning spears,
Clashing between the soaking swords,
We weild forever at battle

Together quite the perfect storm

Writing Mad

We can't see what they see.

We can't see what they all see when we work together.

The fluid motions
The silent gestures,
Working and everything going as planed.

A subtle sign,
We miss it every time.
A playful shove,
Is not enough,
To open up our eyes.
We make the perfect pair.

The subconscious flirting,
They say it is,
One jokes the other laughs,
One remembering what the other forgot,
Knowing smirks during raging battles.

Or that's what they say.

We don't observe what they do.

We'll never know what they know,
When they watch us,
We seemed complete.

But at last it will never be,
We can never see what they see.

Writing Mad

Long live the warrior kings.
Long live the young lovers dreams.
Long live the tales of great adventures.
Long live the great golden pastures.
Long live the ghosts on the night.
Long live the hero's fight.
Long live the shifting brease.

Long live the writers wings.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history.

I Just have to say, I was having a bad day. Then I read your name, @Turboshitter

Thank you for that.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history.

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@Rune_Alchemist@1hitpointwonder@Suku@Polaris North@1Charak2

He woke up in a garden again today. A rabbit nibbling on his hair brought the son awake near the crack of dawn. It was not as if the angel had no other accommodations, but the fact of he wouldn't accept them. He could barely accept such gifts that were given to him before, more would only make him feel much worse. His robe had protected his white shirt from the dirt which allowed him to look less like a fool. The robe's shade of brown matching the dirt's dusty feel.

While walking through the garden he began his normal routine. " Sythe, check. The book, check. Clothing, check. " This went on not much longer as he owned not much else to his name. His feet bare of shoes said that to anyone.

He arrived, a while later than he tried to be usually, due to well, another poor soul escaping the harshness of reality. He had been casually browsing his book and a new name had popped up. One he knew suffered too much not to have a friend to comfort them into the afterlife. one who never left the plants outside her window unwatered.

He had finally met the office buildings back when the memories faded. Trailing fingers against the side of the building, he walked in. Straightly going to the altar room which always beckoned him inside when he entered the building. Not noticing the two outside conversing to hide his scythe from their view. It only shrunk to fit in the doorway to the building then hung back out behind him.

Upon seeing five waiting for others in the great hall made him more hesitant. Yes, he had met maybe all of them but they all seemed so much wiser and stronger than him. He could be the inefficient cog in the machinery. He could never have that. Moving towards the group silently he decided not to break the piece. It was always easier to watch first and navigate social circles later. They all seemed so close too, it was a shame he was going to break that picture. Even if it was only a social greeting.
" Good Morning..."

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history.

Writing a response now, been in a strange mood today, probably the ink again. heh.

May or may not be up soon.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history.

@1Charak2
Oh were posting. Now. Umm.. Okay then..

Posting it is. I'll work on that umm heh.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history.

Surial

" If only Karma ever got around to dealing with some of you sinners sooner. "

He's tall but not intimidating in stature. A soft smile is usually upon his face. He has the image of the 'pretty boy'. His hair is soft and a shade of light brown. Always tousled or windblown in front of his Emerald colored eyes that sparked with specks of brown. His clothing is as raggedy as he is. Loosely fitting and held on his thin frame with a very overworked belt. Over all of this are his light brown robes that weren't made for wings and have large tears along his back to allow them passage.
Name:
Surial Ruschester. He doesn't use his last name allot, even when introducing himself.
Age:
He is young in looks and will always dodge the question. 24-26 ish based solely on looks.
Former Race:
Half Human half Reaper
Race:
Angel {Two winged, he's still quite new.}
Card:
6
Notable Skills:
Green Thumb;
Due to the time he spent while a human as a herbalist's assistant he has a proficiency in growing plants of all sorts. Though he doesn't know any of their names or what they are good for most of the time her enjoys spreading their life even after being rebirthed.
Extended Stamina;
As the Assitant, his jobs would be anything from giving the water to his Herbalist or running halfway across town to buy something they forgot at the last moment. His extended stamina is a result of such excursions.
Holy Sacraments:
A long handled scythe. Forged by attaching a heavenly sword to a long branch blessed by the church. The scythe, much larger than Surial can be pressed into a smaller size, as to be seen as a gardening scythe for easier storage on his person. This was the first thing he was given as a new angel and he seldom leaves it unattended. It is rumored that getting hit by a single swing removes 100 years of life from the intended target and that its branch in return from compressing can stretch to give it user a longer reach.
Equipment:
He doesn't have much stuff of his own and often will ask others if he may help them by carrying their stuff. He doesn't mind this burden and often uses it as a way to repay any minor flaws of his own.
Sacred Gear:
He carries, attached to his belt, a book. Inside it's plain unless held by him in which it becomes the book of the fallen. Constantly updated with those who have passed as to allow him an easier time in finding them. This book also tracks whether their soul should go to heaven or hell. He had no knowledge (functionally illiterate) of how to properly use the book until he was turned into an angel in which he quickly began to notice how useful it actually is.
Magic:
Light Projection: His Projections are shaky at best and are due to improve. His projections usually cover his body as a sort of shield. Probably as that is his weakest point and he doesn't wear armor to cover it. These projections become even weaker when trying to take on an offensive point and he seems unmotivated to try and fix this with training.
Other than that, as it was given to him when he became an angel he has no other forms of magic.
Personality:
He is strict with himself and others, though often has trouble holding others accountable for their mistakes, especially those who are above him in authority. Inwardly he is quite shy to new faces and doesn't trust easily, though he will go out of his way to help those even if he doesn't trust them. He doesn't see the purpose in taking a route to a solution that isn't efficient and tries not to dillydally. He acts how he feels he should act for most situations and tries his best to follow god's will. Any minor infraction of a rule or commitment causes him great stress, even if he is not to blame. He see's death as nothing to be afraid of and had often preached it to those dying when he still was human. He see's all life as something to be saved even if that life has been corrupted by sin he will still try. This view has barely changed and somehow has lead him to put himself in danger more often now as an angel then when he was a human.
History:
Since he was just a small lad he would go about accomplishing tasks set out for him. He enjoyed it that way. Helping his Mummy with the cleaning and gardening, gathering groceries for neighbors. He never tried much to be anything more than a gear in the machinery. It was to describe his personality then, that he got excited at hearing he was no longer to be staying with who he assumed were his parents. Given away to the church as payment of some debt his family owned he soon made a new name for himself as a devoted follower of God. Committing himself to following the principles of the church. He worked as he usually did in the church for years until he was old enough( and the father of the church too worn and strained to object to it) to get an apprenticeship at a small medical doctor's office. The woman who owned the place called it a herbalist's shop. He loved it there and saw the kind woman as a guide in his life. He helped her run the place for years, making home visits more often than her to the sick or dying. There he was often their last comfort, many were known to speak their final words to him as he blessed their souls to the heavens.
After a bloody war had commenced on the fields so close to home, a torn soldier came stumbling into the shop. He was in the midst of treatment for his wounds when enemies came looking. Ater finishing off the poor man they tried to take Surial's boss for their own. A prize they said, spitting in his face as he looked on in dismay at the wrecked shop, a wrecked life. The encounter had put his life out of his control it was his first, and to him, last time he had ever let his emotions take control of the situation. In an act, so out of character for him, it would surprise him when he finally got ahold of his new life as an angel. He secured one of the only weapons in the shop, a small plant scythe in an action and began to swing, getting off two swipes before getting shot. As he lay he saw his boss running off, at least she had made it away unharmed. In his last few moments, he saw all too shapely light to be the passage to heaven and he was given an offer that he could never refuse. It hasn't been more than a month since he became an angel, and well he's still a fumbling.
Other: Themesong cause why not.
Poor baby knows nothing of how the heavens work. Be gentle.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history

Say your last words now, I'll keep them safe

" If only Karma ever got around to dealing with some of you sinners sooner. "

He's tall but not intimidating in stature. A soft smile is usually upon his face. He has the image of the 'pretty boy'. His hair is soft and a shade of light brown. Always tousled or windblown in front of his Emerald colored eyes that sparked with specks of brown. His clothing is as raggedy as he is. Loosely fitting and held on his thin frame with a very overworked belt. Over all of this are his light brown robes that weren't made for wings and have large tears along his back to allow them passage, unlike others his robes have no decoration.
Name:
Surial Ruschester. He doesn't use his last name allot, even when introducing himself.
Age:
He is young in looks and will always dodge the question. 24-26 ish based solely on looks.
Former Race:
Half Human half Reaper
Race:
Angel {Two winged, he's still quite new.}
Card:
6
Notable Skills:
Green Thumb;
Due to the time he spent while a human as a herbalist's assistant he has a proficiency in growing plants of all sorts. Though he doesn't know any of their names or what they are good for most of the time her enjoys spreading their life even after being rebirthed.
Extended Stamina;
As the Assitant, his jobs would be anything from giving the water to his Herbalist or running halfway across town to buy something they forgot at the last moment. His extended stamina is a result of such excursions.
Holy Sacraments:
A long handled scythe. Forged by attaching a heavenly sword to a long branch blessed by the church. The scythe, much larger than Surial can be pressed into a smaller size, as to be seen as a gardening scythe for easier storage on his person. This was the first thing he was given as a new angel and he seldom leaves it unattended. It is rumored that getting hit by a single swing removes 100 years of life from the intended target and that its branch in return from compressing can stretch to give it user a longer reach.
Equipment:
He doesn't have much stuff of his own and often will ask others if he may help them by carrying their stuff. He doesn't mind this burden and often uses it as a way to repay any minor flaws of his own.
Sacred Gear:
He carries, attached to his belt, a book. Inside it's plain unless held by him in which it becomes the book of the fallen. Constantly updated with those who have passed as to allow him an easier time in finding them. This book also tracks whether their soul should go to heaven or hell. He had no knowledge (functionally illiterate) of how to properly use the book until he was turned into an angel in which he quickly began to notice how useful it actually is.
Magic:
Light Projection: His Projections are shaky at best and are due to improve. His projections usually cover his body as a sort of shield. Probably as that is his weakest point and he doesn't wear armor to cover it. These projections become even weaker when trying to take on an offensive point and he seems unmotivated to try and fix this with training.
Other than that, as it was given to him when he became an angel he has no other forms of magic.
Personality:
He is strict with himself and others, though often has trouble holding others accountable for their mistakes, especially those who are above him in authority. Inwardly he is quite shy to new faces and doesn't trust easily, though he will go out of his way to help those even if he doesn't trust them. He doesn't see the purpose in taking a route to a solution that isn't efficient and tries not to dillydally. He acts how he feels he should act for most situations and tries his best to follow god's will. Any minor infraction of a rule or commitment causes him great stress, even if he is not to blame. He see's death as nothing to be afraid of and had often preached it to those dying when he still was human. He see's all life as something to be saved even if that life has been corrupted by sin he will still try. This view has barely changed and somehow has lead him to put himself in danger more often now as an angel then when he was a human.
History:
Since he was just a small lad he would go about accomplishing tasks set out for him. He enjoyed it that way. Helping his Mummy with the cleaning and gardening, gathering groceries for neighbors. He never tried much to be anything more than a gear in the machinery. It was to describe his personality then, that he got excited at hearing he was no longer to be staying with who he assumed were his parents. Given away to the church as payment of some debt his family owned he soon made a new name for himself as a devoted follower of God. Committing himself to following the principles of the church. He worked as he usually did in the church for years until he was old enough( and the father of the church too worn and strained to object to it) to get an apprenticeship at a small medical doctor's office. The woman who owned the place called it a herbalist's shop. He loved it there and saw the kind woman as a guide in his life. He helped her run the place for years, making home visits more often than her to the sick or dying. There he was often their last comfort, many were known to speak their final words to him as he blessed their souls to the heavens.
After a bloody war had commenced on the fields so close to home, a torn soldier came stumbling into the shop. He was in the midst of treatment for his wounds when enemies came looking. Ater finishing off the poor man they tried to take Surial's boss for their own. A prize they said, spitting in his face as he looked on in dismay at the wrecked shop, a wrecked life. The encounter had put his life out of his control it was his first, and to him, last time he had ever let his emotions take control of the situation. In an act, so out of character for him, it would surprise him when he finally got ahold of his new life as an angel. He secured one of the only weapons in the shop, a small plant scythe in an action and began to swing, getting off two swipes before getting shot. As he lay he saw his boss running off, at least she had made it away unharmed. In his last few moments, he saw all too shapely light to be the passage to heaven and he was given an offer that he could never refuse. It hasn't been more than a month since he became an angel, and well he's still a fumbling.
Other: Themesong cause why not.
Poor baby knows nothing of how the heavens work. Be gentle.