Strange Rodent

Age of Rebirth: The Rising Tide [Post-Apocolyptic NRP | Always open]

@NecroKnight

I'm still here. Waiting for a PM from Apollo on our collab

The Unfortunate Thirteen

@BlueSky44

So this is my sheet. If you want me to change anything, let me know.

Also, the character sheet is very well made

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Character Summary

Character Number: 3
Actual Name: Thom Kobyla
Age: 17
Birthday: 5/3/2001
Gender: Male
Powers: Control Water
Specialty:Survivalist

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Appearance

Height: 5' 7'
Weight: 120
Build: Lanky around the limbs, and rectangular around the torso.
Eyes: Blue flecked with yellow
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: A pale pallor
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A tattoo of The Darksign on his right pec. Also the largish 3 on his right wrist.
Personal Style: Dark clothing. Sturdy boots. He prefers to wear loose fitting trousers, with a shirt that fits properly. If it's cold he'll don a large bolt of woolen fabric, held with a pentacular brooch.

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Psychology

Curious * Zealous * Logical * Cruel * Loyal * Disillusioned

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Very single
Personality: 3 is a logophile. If there ever was a knowledge hoarder, it is 3. This is one of the reasons he learned survival techniques. There was so much to learn, and he loved it. He will go out of his way to learn new things. He might even kill some people for it. They don't care when they're dead. He has a bit of a cruel streak, finding pleasure in watching those he hates suffer.

On the flip side, if he's close to you he will do almost anything to make you happy. Within reason, of course. Sometimes this borders on scary. He's also rather disillusioned. He knows there is no space for optimism. He reckons you have to be realistic. As a terrible compliment to this, he's zealous. He will try to force you to do something his way if he cares about you, and thinks it will benefit. He has a bit of a competitive streak in him, and will always try harder if there is someone doing better than he is.

Habits: Rubbing eyes, scratching sides, overthinking
Hobbies: Camping, Photography, Poetry, and Parkour (did it in a gym)
Fears:

• Loneliness
• Lack of Control
• Feebleness

Likes:

• Music (Raw stuff)
• A nice, hot meal
• Knowledge
• Walking
• Thinking/Discussing thoughts
• Knives
• Competition/Games

Dislikes:

• Irrationality
• Dishonesty
• Naivety
• Self-Righteousness
• Spite
• Bad smells (he has a particularly sensitive nose)
• Being bored

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Problem solving
• Parkour
• Survivalism
• Torture (yes, torture)
• Perception (from photography. He's used to finding good shots with his eyes first)
• Bow-making and fletching (From survival, but he spent a larger amount of time on this)
• Hunting

Combat Skills:

• Basic water manipulation
• Fast (from Parkour)
• Marksmanship (bow)

Possessions:

• Survival Knife
• Empty notebook
• Pen
• Set of steel dice
• A survival handbook
• Water bottle
• Bow
• 12 arrows
• Rope
• A bolt of heavy wool, and a pentacular brooch to bind it.
• The legendary backpack
• Towel

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Extras

Character Quote: "You don't fail if you learn something" "You're doing it wrong."
Theme Song: Parting of the Sensory by Modest Mouse.
Anything Else: Ender's Game. I'm more of a fantasy guy, to be honest. Didn't know where to find photogenic GIFs.

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

The Rhythm of the Night

Glenn Strivelyn

Glenn Strivelyn

(So I know the picture is an android... Just pretend he isn't?)

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Name: Glenn Strivelyn
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: As image. Usually has paint/clay stains all over him.
Beat Heard As:Sludge Metal/Alt-Rock/Whatever this is
Beathearer Type: Beatsmith.

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Personality:
Usually rather laid-back, but has anger issues. Most of the stuff he does he does on an impulse, but will commit to doing those things. Has a nigh unmatched passion for the things he cares about, and is strangely open to new ideas.

History:

Hider

Born and raised by a fairly well off, but manipulative family. He never wanted for much, except his own freedom. Due to this, he cultivated a rage inside of him as a teenager, which he channeled into his studies. As he left school he had no direction, so he enrolled in the only university that would take him, and picked a course at random. That course was in sculpture, and while he was skeptical at first it provided him with everything he wanted: A creative outlet, consistent medium, and a way to calm down.

After he got his masters in Visual Arts, specifically sculpture, he was lost again. In between sculpting projects, he got a job as a drug mule, which paid well but caused him quite a lot of stress. This was until he started hearing it. The Beat. It manifested as highly aggressive and distorted music, constantly rolling over in his head. He had heard of others gaining special powers from it, but he didn't seem to get anything. Well, until recently, that is. It started while he was sculpting. Little visible noises dancing around. Each emitted their own sounds, usually broadcasting the Beat he was hearing to his small room. They took very inconsistent forms at first, as they followed Glenn's beat. It took him a while, but he eventually cultivated the ability to zero in on a certain Beat. This developed a somewhat more physical and consistent construct, which he could somewhat control. He has far from perfected this, though. He often breaks concentration, or loses control of his construct, causing it to violently seize into a space of distortion.

Employment:
Um... he's working on that. Currently just inconsistent drug-dealing. He makes very odd sculptures which don't have much of a mainstream appeal, but some are willing to pay money for them.

Accommodations:
Shitty little studio apartment near a pub and a garden. The apartment has three rooms: A kitchen, a bedroom, and a toilet/shower room. It doesn't have a bath, so bathroom just doesn't feel right to him. Rent of $263 a week.

Transport:
Public or legs. Eventually he may be able to create controllable platforms of Sound to ride on, but he's far from there yet.

Anything Else:

Sound Constructs

The What: Sound Constructs are objects made of solid sound. Ever experience a wall of sound? Like that, but wayyy more intense. Intense enough to essentially be solid. They usually have a specific sound playing around them. This is their signature. They have the appearance of coloured static.

The How: He attempts to zero in on a certain tempo, melody, bassline, etc of the Beat. Different focuses, he calls them signatures, have different effects.

The Limitations: It always must be a solid. No gasses, liquids, or plasmas, (except, of course, BFlat vodka). It cannot be too complicated, or have too many parts. Generally speaking, up to 3 moving parts if he's feeling particularly focused. The constructs cannot currently go further than 6-8 meters away from him, and can have a volume of up to 10-12 liters (at the moment...).

At the moment, he's very limited by his inexperience. He only knows a few signatures, and making up new ones on the fly is very much guesswork.

Known Signatures

• Orb: Simply that. An orb, nothing more. He can control it.
• Razor: A shaving razor. He learned this one to save on buying razors.
• Mouldable Shape: A somewhat clay-like signature. He can control the shape of it through direct contact, but it cannot go further away than 1 meter, and it cannot move unless he moves it.

Interests:
Creation, Destruction, Punk Music, Chemistry, Wine (although he can't afford it), and The Arts

Outlook/philosophy:
A huge cynic. He has very few fucks to give. Especially if someone is overly optimistic or faithful. This doesn't stop him enjoying what he enjoys or hanging around the people he hands around, though. He believes that life is for the living. His pessimistic attitude is a result of many disappointments, and is mainly there so that he's either right or pleasantly surprised.

He's a strong misanthropist, and believes that the solution to all problems is to eradicate humans. His reasoning for this is that humans are the ones that define what a problem is. There are no problems if there is nothing to define what a problem is. He also believes this because he has seen civilisation as a massive failure. There were many chances to rise above, or truly become better, but we fucked it all up. As we get richer we get more stuff, more respect, and more advanced. We also just get more hopeless, more lonely, more hedonistic.

Rise of the Alchemists

Augie Clevenger

He had sand in his shirt now. He wasn't happy about this.

"Um, what was that thing you did with those guards in the lab?". The words floated to his ears across the dreary air. He hadn't noticed the other man catch up to them yet. He was average looking, apart from his red hair.

"Er... I'm honestly not entirely sure. This crystal did it." He explained, producing the crystal. The... lady... who gave it to me sid you just needed to concentrate. I figured that after being tased, there would be only one thing to concentrate on. Then I directed the electricity to my hands. My arm's still numb." He rubbed his arm.

As he watched his feet move him forward he remembered something. He hadn't got either of their names. "I don't think I got your names. Mine's August, but most people just call me Augie.". He looked at them both, awaiting a reply.

@Sedjwick @RumikoOhara

Hello !!!

HELLO NEWCOMER! Have a good time. I'd suggest finding out whether you prefer free/casual/advanced roleplay.

Oh yeah, and remember to get your character approved before posting as them. I made this mistake at first, and it was kinda embarrassing.

The Unfortunate 13 (In need of more players)

@BlueSky44

Yep, it answers them plenty well. Thanks :)

I'll start on my sheet in an hour or so if you'd be willing to have me.

Also, for character entry. Do you suppose I could be in a pod in the current medical facility? Might make it less 'Plot says this guy was here all along, so they were'

The Unfortunate 13 (In need of more players)

Hey, this seems neat. I have a couple of questions to ask before I make a sheet, though. Or make up mind about whether I actually want to join etc.

• I skimmed the IC posts, and there were already numbers there that have showed up here. Does this mean they dropped IC?
• If I choose a number that has already been taken, do I have to use the character already made for that?
• Is it necessary to read all the OOC posts before joining?
• Why the fuck is deadpool in there?
• Oh yeah, is it obligatory to have a photogenic GIF as my profile pic?
• And finally, if I do decide to join, may I get a brief summary of the story so far? Just dot points or something will work fine.

Thanks, my dude

Rhythm and rhyme

Yo. Welcome, enjoy your time! And not just on the forums. Just... enjoy.

I like the thread name by the way

Weird Wilting Wills

Mature themes, but nothing 'adult'. Didn't want to ruin the title with this disclaimer.

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Lord Owen, first of his name lay awake in his bed. He was thinking about his daughter, The Tulip, who had strung herself up not ten minutes ago. She was wearing a lovely smile, and a gown of enchanted petals. One petal would fall for every hour since she'd been dead. Only those in her position had a fire warm enough to keep out the Autumn.

The Sad Prince was riding his horse along a dreamy, dreary, dirty trail. Even the hoofbeats were beaten down with the mood. His eyes glanced around, taking in the dead autumn leaves. It seemed that The Tulip had taken the spring with her. He was to marry her when the Autumn came, and the warmth of their love would keep the cold out.

The Tulip. She was swaying slightly. Left, right, left, right, left, right... The floor was pristine. She knew since she was young that this was never going to last forever. And it wasn't her fault.

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The 'Brief'

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The Tulip has killed herself. Her union with The Sad Prince would have kept the Autumn out, and the winter from causing harm. No-one else can provide enough warmth to do that, and now the Autumn's coming in. If winter arrives without the populace being sheltered, bodies will freeze where they sit. Fingers will blacken as people hold them close to their Fires. The Earth will hold its warm breath, leaving nothing but cold. Cold and horror.

Finding The Sad Prince might be the only way to help. Although... if one could strengthen their own fires...

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The Rules

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• Pretty standard stuff, but GM has final say.
• Posting once a week would be preferable.
• Let me know if you're not posting one week. A couple sentences is all it takes :)
• Take unrelated arguments to PMs
• I'll resolve related arguments.
• Try not to be over controlling. I appreciate people helping each other out with ideas, but if it's not your character try not to be too pushy.
• I'm trying to cultivate a dream-like atmosphere within the world. If you want a box of chocolates that are really eggs for huge monsters, go for it. Keep it weird. Cause-and-effect aren't here.
• Keep your dream powers weird, but balanced.
• No metagaming. I know it's a dreamscape, but it just ruins the mood.

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Relevant Lore/Magic things

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One of the most magical things about this world is that cause and effect don't exist everywhere. Disregard physics when it's convenient. Use your imaginations!

No-one is quite sure what magic is. That's the nature of it. However, what they do know is that it is present everywhere. There is a magical residue in everything, and casting spells relies on what you can pull out of your environment at the time. Each wizard has a 'Personal Spell' that is always within their body, and they can use at any time.

There are no races apart from humans. That anyone knows of. The exceptions are the seasons, of course.

The Winter is a vicious force, out to wipe the earth new every time it rolls on through. Humans are no exception of course. The Winter births hideous amalgamations from what it takes, which roam in the fog, consuming anything and everything. Only one thing has ever stopped the Winter: The Flames of the Royal lines.

Flames are fires that burn within every living human. These aren't flames in the sense of matter, rather they're similar to the concept of a soul. They reside within humans, and provide effects that differ for everybody, no two have ever been alike. Except those of The Tulip and her predecessors. Those Flames were able to bond with other Flames through love to create enough warmth to shelter entire civilisations.

It's in a semi-medieval setting. If you know what a sword is, you'll probably be okay.

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PC info

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The player characters will need to be created before I make a start, but the players goal will probably be to fend off the Winter. This will grow increasingly difficult as the weather gets colder, so there's an element of racing time in there, too.

Character death is permanent. Once they die you WILL have to roll a new one. Resurrection magic does not exist.

Character sheets will be made when I gather enough interest, but I will have a semi-rigid stat thing going. Your stats will be consulted when determining how effective you are at resisting/influencing the world. Of course there will be all the regular things (personality, appearance, etc.).

This is my first play-by-post, so I'll probably cap player count at 4 or 5

EDIT: Formatting. Hopefully it won't be a shitty eyesore anymore.

The Rhythm of the Night

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXc-_7P-uO8