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Yo! I'm a fairly simply guy who's in here due to my love of writing. I've never got into the swing of things on these forums due to other stuff, hence the massive difference from the time I joined to the number of posts I've made. I'm a big geek when it comes to all things anime, fiction and games. I can roleplay just about anything as long as it doesn't involve me using an actual person's picture. I usually lean on the anime style of RP's, but recently I've been branching out for the sake of gaining perspective. I don't inherently dislike any character tropes, I believe if the execution is right and the direction is clear then something of value can come out of that. I might be online in theory, but that might just be me leaving the tab open. If you wanna talk just go ahead! I don't bite... much.

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Race: Human

Magic:

Mantra: Similar to regular mana, this source distributes energy and force throughout the user's body and channels it to becomes something of practicality. However, mantra by comparison is weaker than the other magecrafts, this is due to it's practices centering on body and soul, on the individual, rather than the whole of the other styles of magic, which study its schools in a much broader spectrum. Their channeling time is quicker and their pool of mana is by standards much wider. However they are mostly used for physical combat and are seldom is not rarely used for range combat. Though with a surprising assortment of abilities at their disposal, it is also a dying school of magic. This is due to the physical and spiritual requirements that need to be present for it to be properly channeled. But it is said that the masters of the art are one of their kind.

Personality:

Romaní's demeanor is stern, an individual who’s more than likely to greet with a nod rather than with a smile or handshake. His expressions do most of his speaking, like a raise of the brow would demonstrate his confusion or a frown his discontent. A chuckle his amusement and a sigh could mean anything. Simple gestures that speak little about him, but filter out seamlessly throughout his interactions. Small quirks that if not attentive enough would slip from your grasp not allow you to understand his personality quite well, this has brought a lot of misconceptions. He’s horrible at small talk and terribly sardonic. He would rather be in groups due to the simplicity of their extroversion overpowering his introversion. A thinker, a boy who would see indications and small details easily, ponder on them to use it later. Almost mechanically following certain assertions to come to an adequate conclusion, one mostly for the benefit of everyone or himself depending on the context. Though he prefers to keep to himself, the youth speaks with bluntness. Quick and simple, reactions such as yes and no without much questioning on the matter.

Subjects are simple to grasp for him, but he lacks an understanding for people, though in no way would he classify as someone with anxiety disorder or even fear of exposure or communication. Terribly lazy when it comes to things outside his periphery of interest, odd sense of humor and more over, strangely dedicated. Due to circumstances, or even embarrassment he doesn’t show much affection towards people. This makes it difficult for the other part to feel as if he is able to even reciprocate their feelings of gratitude or caring. And although they are true they are kept mostly in secrecy. He’s not a terribly difficult boy, he likes what he likes and dislike what he dislikes. Incredibly patient and wise beyond his years, reacts naturally to his instincts putting the other before himself. A type of stern individual to hand the last slice of bread out of his grip to give to someone that needs it.

Biography:

An only child, no siblings or uncles to relate to, Romaní has always been a loner, kept to his own devices and interests with very few interactions throughout his life. Though incredibly well-spoken, his intellect and versatility with words are enough to allow a clear understanding of his thoughts or emotions. However, his primary method of communication would more than likely be through expressions of the mien than through actual conversation. He lived plainly, no extraordinary struggles through life or anything extraordinary, after the foundation of his abilities was explain he devoted himself to the understanding of it in a more intricate form. With such, he developed insight and understanding, traits which were already natural to him grew strongly, which later bleed to daily life. With such he managed to ace the grand majority of his test, and grew to become a respectable candidate to become an Mantra apprentice.

His mantra was in fact not the strongest however, unlike his natural leaning towards introversion, he thought it be best suited stance that would be less physical. Through such, he conquered most of his mock-battles with mere presence, ending a fight before it ever began. Automatically earning the win, with such he had neglected much of his training, through years after though he found that his ability was more centered in an invisible force of energy, that by merely adjusting the natural force the mantra gives, he could increment his physical attributes by extending such with a proxy. However, without proper control, the ability could go as far as to disjoint Romaní if not careful, the force itself needs and requires a sturdy awareness of it.

Acknowledging such, he retained himself from pushing farther than what he could normally expect to, however, with such comes the urge of curiosity. Honestly, it was always tempting. But on specific night, he found himself in a predicament.Testing the waters of his limits, he unleashed a side of Mantra that had been warned not to touch, such would break him, and leave the youth unable to fully use Mantra without the aid of a catalyst. A tattoo was ingrained at his right hand, as both a testament of his idiocy leading him to dangerous waters by his superiors in the arts, and as a means to mend his now failing magical circuits.

Extra:

The tattoo is located at the back of his palm.
Can be rather quirky if comfortable enough with the person.
Easy to forgive.
Not so easy to forget.
Alright! Yeah, I'll read what's up and get a post on the front of the castle. XD Fashionably late as some might say.
@Sync

I'm gonna wait two more hours before I review your character! ^^ There should be one more coming in soon


Alright then! Take your time.


Race: Human

Magic:

Mantra: Similar to regular mana, this source distributes energy and force throughout the user's body and channels it to becomes something of practicality. However, mantra by comparison is weaker than the other magecrafts, this is due to it's practices centering on body and soul, on the individual, rather than the whole of the other styles of magic, which study its schools in a much broader spectrum. Their channeling time is quicker and their pool of mana is by standards much wider. However they are mostly used for physical combat and are seldom is not rarely used for range combat. Though with a surprising assortment of abilities at their disposal, it is also a dying school of magic. This is due to the physical and spiritual requirements that need to be present for it to be properly channeled. But it is said that the masters of the art are one of their kind.

Personality:

Romaní's demeanor is stern, an individual who’s more than likely to greet with a nod rather than with a smile or handshake. His expressions do most of his speaking, like a raise of the brow would demonstrate his confusion or a frown his discontent. A chuckle his amusement and a sigh could mean anything. Simple gestures that speak little about him, but filter out seamlessly throughout his interactions. Small quirks that if not attentive enough would slip from your grasp not allow you to understand his personality quite well, this has brought a lot of misconceptions. He’s horrible at small talk and terribly sardonic. He would rather be in groups due to the simplicity of their extroversion overpowering his introversion. A thinker, a boy who would see indications and small details easily, ponder on them to use it later. Almost mechanically following certain assertions to come to an adequate conclusion, one mostly for the benefit of everyone or himself depending on the context. Though he prefers to keep to himself, the youth speaks with bluntness. Quick and simple, reactions such as yes and no without much questioning on the matter.

Subjects are simple to grasp for him, but he lacks an understanding for people, though in no way would he classify as someone with anxiety disorder or even fear of exposure or communication. Terribly lazy when it comes to things outside his periphery of interest, odd sense of humor and more over, strangely dedicated. Due to circumstances, or even embarrassment he doesn’t show much affection towards people. This makes it difficult for the other part to feel as if he is able to even reciprocate their feelings of gratitude or caring. And although they are true they are kept mostly in secrecy. He’s not a terribly difficult boy, he likes what he likes and dislike what he dislikes. Incredibly patient and wise beyond his years, reacts naturally to his instincts putting the other before himself. A type of stern individual to hand the last slice of bread out of his grip to give to someone that needs it.

Biography:

An only child, no siblings or uncles to relate to, Romaní has always been a loner, kept to his own devices and interests with very few interactions throughout his life. Though incredibly well-spoken, his intellect and versatility with words are enough to allow a clear understanding of his thoughts or emotions. However, his primary method of communication would more than likely be through expressions of the mien than through actual conversation. He lived plainly, no extraordinary struggles through life or anything extraordinary, after the foundation of his abilities was explain he devoted himself to the understanding of it in a more intricate form. With such, he developed insight and understanding, traits which were already natural to him grew strongly, which later bleed to daily life. With such he managed to ace the grand majority of his test, and grew to become a respectable candidate to become an Mantra apprentice.

His mantra was in fact not the strongest however, unlike his natural leaning towards introversion, he thought it be best suited stance that would be less physical. Through such, he conquered most of his mock-battles with mere presence, ending a fight before it ever began. Automatically earning the win, with such he had neglected much of his training, through years after though he found that his ability was more centered in an invisible force of energy, that by merely adjusting the natural force the mantra gives, he could increment his physical attributes by extending such with a proxy. However, without proper control, the ability could go as far as to disjoint Romaní if not careful, the force itself needs and requires a sturdy awareness of it.

Acknowledging such, he retained himself from pushing farther than what he could normally expect to, however, with such comes the urge of curiosity. Honestly, it was always tempting. But on specific night, he found himself in a predicament.Testing the waters of his limits, he unleashed a side of Mantra that had been warned not to touch, such would break him, and leave the youth unable to fully use Mantra without the aid of a catalyst. A tattoo was ingrained at his right hand, as both a testament of his idiocy leading him to dangerous waters by his superiors in the arts, and as a means to mend his now failing magical circuits.

Extra:

The tattoo is located at the back of his palm.
Can be rather quirky if comfortable enough with the person.
Easy to forgive.
Not so easy to forget.
This looks really fun. I'm interested, I'll have a sheet up as soon as I can organize my ideas and stuff. if I can that is lol.
Yo thread. How's it going.

I'm might get something up soon so that I can join the rest of the crew
PICA



Survival of the fittest. The world I've been placed upon is one ruled by mere concepts of youth. Yes, you could see it all in every corner and in every cranny of creation. Boys and girls indulging in the hypocrisies of life! But that is besides the point. Yes, that isn't what matters anymore. The night became evident, the students were now at the behest of their carnivorous desires. Beyond the glance of the primary it could be seen very clearly the effortlessness of their truth seething form their pores. It is a lie, it is evil. They will conform to anything and everything as a literal spice to their youth. Secrets, lies, sins failures all of such are mere inhibitors of this so called youth. It's a comedy and a romantic one at that, and as such.

I completely hate the lie that is youth

~*~


Perhaps you could say that life has its way of justifying its failures. Perhaps you were in an incident where you bumped your toe on the side of the bed and you cursed it for being in the way. When in fact, it was your fault entirely to have failed you have notice something that was right in front of you. In this sense, me ending up in a world that was completely out of my scope of reality was in fact my world rectifying an irreversible mistake. Yes, it happened suddenly. My hands reach the pocket of my pants, pulling out my wallet while the clerk before me waited patiently for his money. The bag suspended at the bend of my left arm while it finally settled that my wallet had been hollowed by some incredible force of nature. Online purchases was in fact such a huge instigator in my life that most of my money went into gaming and generally anime and the works. Any other ordinary student would be at arcades, in movies or merely indulging in youth I was, in fact at home. Preparing my quick meals and playing games and reading my mangas. And now, that has come back to bite me in the ass.

"Sir... Are you... broke?"

Those words stung. They were like knives at the center of my pride. But then again, there was no pride to begin with. "Maybe you feel compassion for a hungry young high-school student who just wants to make for the day?" The clerk rose his brow and crossed his arm, which was immediately met with a nervous smile... "Get the hell outta my store!" Without much hesitation I left the bag and exited the store. My breath began to heave and my lungs felt heavy. How long did I run for...? My head began to cycle on the thought, because for some reason the world beyond me was, in fact, a fantasy. Animals on two legs traveling around the streets speaking and dressed like any member of humanity. Creatures of huge statures hauling what seemed to be a medieval caravan on the center of a large street paved of glittering stone. Night suddenly became day, cold became heat, desolate silence in the general buzz of a busy market.

"I see." I spoke in reaffirmation. "I must've ran all night and walked into an anime convention. This has to be one of those LARPing events I read about. Yes that must be it." The thought began to ruminate on the youth head. His feet began to propel him further and further as he view the details of the lands that was presented before him. "That's a nice costume you have. The fur seems oddly realistic. And even the tail moves like that of a real animal. It is truly impressive." A young female turned to the sound of his voice and winced at his proximity. "Those ears too. The texture of such look impressive. Clearly someone of talent made these e--" Before he could react he felt a swelling pain form at the side of his cheek, his body tripped an fell onto the earth as the creature ran away from his direction clearly peeved by his assessment. The hell was that for? He thought as he rose himself from the floor, tendering the area he was harmed. Soon the same cosplay cat girl made an appearance this time with a male cosplay cat boy towering a foot taller than the young Pica.

"Alright, you have 3 and a half seconds to explain to me why you were hitting on my girl, punk!?" Pica couldn't help but scoff at his accusation, following by a shrug of his shoulders and a bend of his head. [cosplay=royalblue]"What? You really think I was hitting on your girlfriend? I was merely appreciating the quality craftsmanship of her work with her overall appearance. I'm not at all interested in what she has to offer beyond her appearance."[/color] Before he knew it he was pulled closer to the cosplay cat boy before him, as he grabbed his collar. His eyes were fierce, it was in fact, exactly like witnessing a tiger in their ready stance. Like a pray about to pounce the predator.

"You better take that back, human. Before I shred the skin outta ya bones!"

"Even your breath smell identical to a beast! YUCK! I don't care how much of an anime expo this is you should at least learn proper hygiene!" The cosplaying cat boy threw the young Pica to the floor, hitting his head in and causing him to loose consciousness almost immediately. Darkness over took, suddenly a warmth began to swell at the back of his head. An image of reality began to surface and once again, an unfamiliar setting. This time, unlike before. It was in a bed room. The scent was that of roses, however faintly close to that of vanilla. The pillow that settled under him was large, and so was the bedding. It could perhaps hold two people, the bedroom expansive, yet all that garnished it were the bed a table and a large mirror. The closet was near the door, the color was that of auburn due to the hue to the wooden structure. "Where am I?" Pica spoke and a voice welcomed a response.

"In Hell. You so happen to have sinned by pissing of the city folk here using that big mouth of yours, fella." Pica's brow rose as he turned to see another of this cosplaying creatures. This one on the other hand was considerably smaller. About the size of a small child, yet wider. Like that of a plush. "So what made you think that you could just mouth off to someone and his girl like that without any consequences." He spoke and wobbled around. His small mustache and monocle made him look refined and the suit just added to it's glamour. His sense of humor however was impeccably dumb and tiresome. Even though he had only heard one quirky liner.

"I was telling the truth. I was just gratifying the quality of her craftsmanship." The small cat cosplayer turned his head "What the hell are you talking about, fella? What this about a cosplay?" Which Pica responded "Cosplay is cosplay. You know. Men and Woman dressing up as their favorite characters and whatnot."

"Sound kind of racist if you ask me."

"What's so racist about dressing up as a cat?"

"I dunno. That's like saying that I'm an ape while dressed up as a human." Pica turned his head, trying to assimilate what he just said. This LARPing thing seems to be serious business. "So small cat cosplayer. How did I get here?" The mustache cat cosplayer laughed at suck a remark and said "My home. And the name's Bernard."

@Sync

Better. Though do note that mind effecting abilities have always been a highly contested power in RP's like mind reading and invisibility. Thus, while I don't mind your power working on NPC's and the like, be aware that they might not work as intended for PC's. How it affects them I'll leave to the individual player. Maybe the power works on them as advertised, maybe it doesn't. I encourage that you communicate with others to make sure that his Divine Protection is used smoothly in the RP. Otherwise he looks good to me.

Any other CS that needs a review?


Thanks! Regardless it sounds cooler than it is, but this will more likely than not be used mostly on NPC's. If anyone would like to play along with the gimmick it's cool, if not it's cool as well. And thanks again! If anything I'll PM anyone who'm I'm RPing with at the moment as to create a feasible outcome without metagaming or seeming like I can puppeteer their characters lol XD
@Lucius Cypher Done! Maybe that'll help
Having a lesser yet constant buff from the most overpowered character from the canon series doesn't exactly instill me with confidence that it's okay. Regardless, I would prefer if the PC's actually earned their magical equipment through their actions IC, as oppose to already having them from character creation. There are certain exceptions which have already been grandfathered in, so I won't retcon those. but magic equipment should be something in rare supply, even for the likes of Royal Knights.

As I said before, if you want to fight then fight. But with your battles because you're a good fighter, but because your equipment is better then your opponent.

@Sync

Not bad but please explain the function of your Divine Protection. I have a good idea of what it can do, but I would like to know how this DP will be used by you. From my understanding, it's your standard Heroic Resolve that allows people to effectively become immortal. not to mention that such thing as "willpower" is vague enough that it could be used to let your survive anything from your limbs being ripped off to mind control. Perhaps as Divine Protection that's to be expected, but still I'd like to know how you intend to use it and what would be it's limits or lack-thereof.


Oh nothing like that lol. It's was more like it makes him charismatic and stuff. I'll add a few point in there so it can be clearer then.
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