Taka

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

I. AM. INTERESTED. Make a sheet soon.

Gundam 0094 (Invite Only Roleplay)

Leon stood at the back of the pack as the Federation man described what happened to the survivors. He didn't know if this man would be able to identify him and did not want to take that chance. Despite the fact that the survivors were in a desperate situation, Federation members were as stupid as they come, Leon knew that much from experience. Instead he sat back, listening to Disker and the rest decide on what to do next. A hunt for pirates did not seem like a fun time for the mercenary but, it could give him a bit of assurance that this place would be safe for the rest of the journey, though he had a different worry about the existence of pirates with a Titan.

“Fuck’s sake, you don't have to stall like this, you can just say you’re scared. Not like anyone’d be surprised.”

"Enough." Leon's voice was loud but, still gravelly. He took a few steps to Disker's side, his body language giving off a vibe of being a calm, emotionless robot. "He's a bit too cautious but, being cautious is smart. I'll join if we are going to do this instead of arguing about it." Leon scanned the few pilots who made this small ragtag group. He didn't know much of their skills besides what he saw, so he hoped this wouldn't be a death wish waiting to happen, especially with a kid among them.

Gundam 0094 (Invite Only Roleplay)

Leon's mind came back to reality as the old man finished his speech to the survivors. None of this was his problem at the moment so, he decided it was to check up on his mobile armor. The focus currently was to keep the Gaplant ready for anything. The salvage unit would be crossing hostile space and pirates were always an issue. Leon didn't want to give himself away to those that seek to capture him; murder being the likely outcome by the people he's betrayed. He took his time making his way out of the mess hall, avoiding anyone who wanted to chat; his eyes landing on the man known as Disker and the kid known as Marlowe. Like the others on the ship, he didn't have many interactions with both men but, overhearing Disker piqued his interest.

"Pilot Xerda, if I may ask you to accompany us to salvage. I have a feeling either we or the assailants missed something and hired guns usually come back to finish the job."

"May I accompany you?"

Leon was not posing an actual question as he planned on following the three regardless. They made their way to the salvage room and Disker looked over a bit of the wreckage. His words made Leon's eyebrow raise a bit, for he knew of only a handful of people with tech enough to do this damage.

Gundam 0094 (Invite Only Roleplay)

The mess was littered with people, salvagers of The Cathartes and the survivors of the recent battles. So many people seeking asylum and/or passage to a better place, relatively speaking. Away from these people sat Leon Barlow in his own little space near the wall. Just enough to hear the Captain speak on the matters at hand, but far enough anyone would know to leave him be. These people needed help and he could acknowledge that, the Federation being unable to help these folks as they hid behind their ideals to pretend they were good people. He knew it all too well, re-actively grabbing at the ring around his neck. His mind wandered for a moment, remembering he was wanted by the Federation and the moments he spent meeting a few people in the Federation.

“Since the attacks from this mysterious pirate group have become more regular around these parts, we’ve been sent here to clean up, so to speak.”

Ares....

Leon had heard of them before from clients who had hired the mercenary to do business in areas that Ares had previously been. He had never faced them before in open combat, but he had escaped from a unit before. Fortunately it was a small thing that Leon hoped Ares didn't remember; regardless now they were causing far more trouble for Leon to be out in the open. Between the Federation, Zeon, Ares, and a few associates, he definitely was happy to hide among these group of upstanding individuals. He had zoned out completely from the rest of the Captain's speech to the refugees, he proceeded to lean forward with his hands under his chin. His mind went into a deep thought again, hair covering his right eye, giving him a far more serious demeanor than he was actually in. For now he would keep his head low, do whatever work was needed, and leave once the coast was clear for himself.

Gundam 0094 (Invite Only Roleplay)

_______________________________________________ // INFO Character Info Name - Leon Barlow Age - 27 Gender - Male Place of Origin - Type - Newtype Mobile Weapon Profile Suit Type -Transformable Mobile Suit/Mobile Armor Suit Style - Federation Combat Role - Skirmisher Suit Armaments - Long Blade Rifle, 2x Beam Sabers, 2x Shield Boosters - // PERSONALITY Pilot Personality Stalwart If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Leon's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Leon stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around him, being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Leon's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Leon would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a his crew. Bitter Idealism is the bane of Leon's existence. He contempt for those that spew useless dreams that do little help anyone. A notion crafted from the meaningless deaths of his brother and father, Leon bares his fangs to those that seek to face the universe with no real plan. He tries to distance himself from the idealistic, hero types as those always lead to pain and suffering. To go out of his way to attack these types is not like him, but he is not friendly. N/A [color=#807B84][/color]

Physical Description Leon is what you would call a midget; standing at only 5'3', Leon is below the average height for a male. Despite his height disadvantage, he weighs at a whooping 150 lbs; the weight mostly coming from the muscle obtained through vigorous workout, a notion obtained from his father that the body should always match the mind. In combat, he wears a suit bought help with the G force and comfort within space. It is insulated as well. Outside of combat, Leon keeps his attire simple with a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and hi-top red/black sneakers. Around his neck sits a wedding ring attached to a chain, a memento of his late mother. Character Conceptualization Leon is a mercenary trying to hide from the Federation, Zeon, and all those in-between. He was born and raised to pilot a mobile suit, his father Leon Barlow had always intended for him to join the Federation. His father knew his son was a Newtype and his plans were lofty. Unfortunately these plans would crash and burn as Leon lost both his father and brother during the War of 0088. Already skeptical, Leon became quite disillusioned with the Federation and Zeon, stealing his father's Gaplant before racing off into the stars. For years he made a name for himself as the mercenary known as Red Scream; Red being the color of his Gaplant, and the scream heard from his engine. Leon made it a rule to hide his face behind a mask. Now he seeks to hide from those that want him dead or jailed, his mind overlooking the true threat in the depths of space. Mobile Weapon Description ORX-005 Gaplant TR-5 ORX-005 Gaplant TR-5 Mobile Armor Leon acquired his Gaplant by stealing it from the Federation after his father's funeral. A variation of the mass-produced Gaplant, the TR-5 is a customized variation to increase the speed of the mobile armor with shield boosters. The Gaplant comes with the standard issue beam sabers stored in the legs but, it also comes with a Long Sword Rifle; a weapon that forms the main cannon for the Mobile Armor and a sword/rifle for the Mobile Suit. This suit is mainly an offensive tool used by the Federation for high-precision strikes.

The Voyagers of Duonia: A Medieval Fantasy RP

I fucked the code up and don't know how to fix it. Lolz oops.

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[COLOR=SILVER]► Battle Maneuvers
Varis has spent his long life, learning various different techniques, or Maneuvers if you will. He has learned from various Elves and Humans in the art of war, studying sever texts to increase his own knowledge of combat. This has also extended to knowledge on weapon usage, Varis is proficient at using most weapons with ranged weapons being on the weaker end for him.

► Blade that Booms
Being a High Elf, Varis was born with a high magic aptitude. This lead to him learning a single spell to increase his marital prowess; Booming Blade would be that spell. Booming Blade is a cantrip that surges lightning around whatever weapon he is holding with the added effect of causing a delayed shock for the affected if they try walking after. This is a signature spell for Varis.

► Scholar
150 years have given the Elf Fighter a long time to study up on the history of the world, and what has been crafted by the people that inhabit it. From Religion, to History, to Medicine, and even Investigative knowledge, Varis has expanded his mind well beyond his Elven history. This also helps him in the fact that he teaches for a class of diverse races. You can find Varis with a book in his hand during his downtime.

► Shield Master
To keep this short and sweet, Varis is master in wielding his shield. He can defend even the most awkward of attacks with his shield, even completely defending from spells that normally could bypass shields. Some men think it's impossible stop a fireball with a shield, Varis would like to show otherwise.

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► Armor
Varis tends to wear medium armor. Never one to hide his armor, it can be seen as a breast plate. He prefers to wear armor with the most protection but also loose to stop his movement from being hindered. Varis can stand on the front line with the best of them, shield in hand.

► Weapons
As a fighter, Varis could wield a variety of weapons if he so wanted, but that is not his style. Instead Varis keep his trusty at his side at all times. To compliment the shield, he keeps longsword for close range fights, a spear if he needs range, and a small hand crossbow as a backup. He does keep a elven dagger at his waist but, that is only for a last resort.

► Coinpurse
Varis is a teacher so he is paid moderately well, this not including his years of saving. Don't let this fool you tho as Varis is a not a rich man at all but, he can live comfortably above the poverty line.

► Misc. Items
Beyond a belt for potions, a few survival items like flint, and a small necklace shaped like a lion, Varis does not keep much on him. He only brings what is necessary as he already carries more weapons than the normal adventurer.</sup>
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Varis was a lucky child, born on the mainland to two elven parents. Cysegr would be the place he called home. As a young elf, Varis was took a vested interest in the history of the many races, learning all he could during small adventures from his home. He came to love meeting new individuals from other races, exchanging stories and even fighting techniques. Fighting was a secondary joy for the elf as he trained with his mother, a Battlemaster in her own right. What was not expected was his affinity with the shield, using it at an elite level to defend and create openings. Varis took his studies and training seriously, never leaving a second to slack off. A hundred years would seem to fly past in the blink of an eye before he met someone that would take his the brunt of his interest.

Her name was Arianna Moon, a human barbarian who had been adventuring like many before her. Their meeting would initiate a friendly fight between the two, Varis to test his abilities and Arianna to test her blade against his 100 year experience. Love would bloom on a battlefield that day. For years the two lovers would fight, teach, and create a family together. A young girl named Veronica after Arianna's own mother. Varis was a good father, becoming attached to his child as she grew up before him, and always teaching her to use her mind over the sword. Their family would eventually feel loss as Arianna would pass away due to old age, her husband and daughter outliving her due to the elven physiology. A pain that would remain with Varis to this very day, unable to truly reconcile with losing the closest person he's ever known.

For over 30 years, Varis would teach elven children Cysegr, making a name for himself amongst his elven people. Stern and Stubborn to a fault, the man would use every opportunity to show the next generation the world they lived in. He loved it and his mind would never stop seeking knowledge in all it's forms.

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Varis has met Ordrin before through Veronica's own dealings and misadventures. Ordrin contacted Varis quickly once he heard the news of the Caravan going missing, including Veronica who had been tasked with protecting it. Varis agreed to help Ordrin, and in return Ordrin will help him with finding Veronica. Single-minded and Focused, nothing will get in Varis' way.

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RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Lovable Goofball

Huntsman Sheet

The first thing people tend to notice about Mars is that he is always happy. He is extremely energetic and radiates warmth to those around him both literally and figuratively. He is charismatic, has a great sense of humor, and prefers to lighten the mood when conversations get dark. He does know when to be serious, but unless it's a funeral or something similarly weighty he usually chooses to ignore this. Mars is the kind of person who will do crazy stunts just to get a laugh. Like most Vaccuans, he is generally accepting of anyone, human & faunus alike, so long as they don't give him a different reason do not accept them, such as being disloyal.

Mars is very similar to his sister Scarlet as far as the basic parts of his personality are concerned there are many differences between the two, but they have a similar sense of humor, & their normal attitudes & their ways of looking at the world are very similar. Mars has a very happy go lucky personality. He doesn't dwell on stress, & instead chooses to ignore it. He doesn't care what other people think about him, but since he's such a lovable goofball, people tend to like him.

Mars also doesn't really have any issues as far as talking to girls is concerned. If he likes a girl he will ask her out. He doesn't get too upset about rejection unless he REALLY likes the girl.

Mars is a rather skinny young man compared to his grandfather and father. Whilst he does have a fighter's body, rock hard abs and all, he still retains a very lean build. He is rather tall, taking after his father, around 6'2" to be exact. Scarlet takes after their mother in looks while Mars is a blend of both. A pretty boy as described by many people, this delving into his high fashion sense. His clothing is expensive and always made to match his scarf that hangs off his shoulders.

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Name

Mars Vermillion

Aliases / Nicknames

N/A

Gender

Male

Age

16

Kingdom of Origin

Vacuo

Race

Human

History

Mars Vermillion was born out a necessity, to Crimson Arms CEO, Rose Vermillion and Huntsman/Shade Academy teacher, Jupiter Vermillion. Being two of the most prominent families in Vacuo meant they could grow stronger together, a company providing Huntsmen with weapons and a Huntsmen family increasing the Crimson Arm's stock; a match made in heaven that only had one downside, their lack of a family dynamic negatively affected their children. As young children, Scarlet and Mars felt a warm feeling from their parents as if they were truly happy as a family. This only lasted a few years, Scarlet being 4 years older could see them slowly drifting apart and exactly knew why. She did all she could to protect Mars from the truth but, his parents were never ones to lie about why they were married in the first place. Scarlet and Mars were to be their heirs to each family's namesake, their nonchalant attitudes to it directly affecting Mars greatly.

Mars did have a father figure in his life that took a vetted interest in loving him, and that would be his grandfather Fox Vermillion. Fox cared for his grandson, never truly enjoying the situation placed upon his grandchildren. He always took care of Mars like he did his own son, fortunately Mars began to take after his grandfather. Jokes, pranks, and all that in-between, the old man taught his grandchild all he had learned about making people laugh. It was not all laughs tho as many a nights he had to reassure Mars that his parents loved him to some degree, that he was not hated; a difficult task considering Scarlet was genius in comparison and Rose took a firm interest in her daughter's growth whilst Jupiter was always busy with teaching, fighting grimm, and spending time with his mistress.

As Mars came to learn how to use Aura from his grandfather, he was set back by an unfortunate set of events. Semblance was a common occurrence within his family, his mother, father, grandfather, and sister all having one. Mars had been trained by his father for several years to help produce his own semblance and yet it never came. No matter what situation he was placed in, the young boy could not produce a semblance of his own, and things changed as Jupiter took less interest in his son's training, leaving it to his father to train Mars. This only fueled Mars' insecurities. He was already being treated differently by those that knew of his familial connection to the wealthy Crimson family, and now his father would treat him different due to lacking a semblance, but Fox would step up to begin training the boy in a way he never trained Jupiter.

Fox's training was tough, pushing Mars to the brink many times but, beneficial as the boy began to show a talent for manipulating his Aura. His soul became a weapon like that blade he held, enhancing the old style of combat that Fox taught. Mars was taught that his body needed to be stronger than any Aura ability that he crafted for himself, an older style that focused on maximizing the body's physical potential. Years passed as Mars trained, and the boy could see his grandfather getting weaker as time went on, his body eventually unable to handle sparring. Fox's body was falling apart, his heart growing weaker, until finally passing away.

Fox's funeral would be the roughest moment of Mars' life. Tears flowed heavily by all those that attended, citizens of Vacuo all showing their love for the old man that had spent his life protecting them from Grimm. Rose unable to contain her emotions, breaking down in Mars' arms, a genuine moment between mother and son; a moment ruined by his father bringing his mistress, his partner in hunting. Mars felt an anger build in him, before finally screaming at his father with tears streaming down his face. Jupiter only listened, never yelling back nor trying to explain himself, instead he kissed his father's forehead and left, turning his back to his son.

That night Mars sat in the deserts outside of town with Rose and Scarlet, reminiscing with them, a tender moment interrupted by Jupiter. There was only silence before Jupiter gifted Mars with Autumn's Fall, the sword and gun that Fox had commissioned Rose to create. He wanted to scream, he wanted to punch his father, but suddenly something magical happened. A Flatback Slider showed itself to them for only a few seconds, a good luck experience for Vaccuans, giving Mars a truly warm feeling. He thanked his grandfather, and took this moment to speak openly to his family, explaining that he would enroll in Shade Academy and prove that he wasn't worthless. Bringing his family together was his goal and he would be the hero that Fox believed he could be.

Aura

Mars is one of the few people born without a semblance unlike his sister. Instead he has trained tirelessly to become a Aura specialist; Aura is the usage of one's soul to empower themselves a d fight Grimm. Mars possesses a large supply of Aura to use, allowing him to train longer and harder to create/enhance aura-specific abilities. Mars' Aura works in two ways, his Shroud and Sixth Sense. Shroud works as an aura that covers his body, resembling a flame, that can be hardened around his body to protect him or enhance his own attacks, including his katana. Shroud, as with Aura normally, can be used to enhance his physical capabilities to give him an edge over his semblance using counterparts, speed being his greatest attribute. That is not all he can do though as stated earlier.

Sixth Sense is quite a simple application of Aura. He extends his Shroud outward, losing the fire-like appearance and gaining a transparent dome quality, to a certain radius; Shroud becomes a sensory field that allow him to feel any object that enters his dome. On the downside, he completely loses the ability to enhance his durability. To a lesser extent, he can use his Aura on his eyes to see the Aura of others and increase his visual range.

Weapon & Fighting Style

Autumn's Fall is that name of a pair consisting of a katana and gun. Autumn is the katana crafted from an alloy that can transfer dust through it, the handle able to hold a dust magazine. Fall is the handgun attached to the holster that can be injected with dust.

Mars has trained with Autumn's Fall to create a style that treats Autumn and Fall as a pair; a short-mid range style that utilizes speed and precision with Autumn to create openings for Fall. Fall can also be used to cover space before Mars can close that distance for slashes with Autumn. When using Autumn alone is when Mars is fighting at his best as he uses feints in tandem with flashy footwork to strike rapidly at weak points.

Strengths & Weaknesses

Combat-wise, Mars biggest strength is his agility and stamina. For years, Mars practiced footwork, cardio, and flexibility to help him move in unpredictable way, adding flips, tumbles, and rolls to his repertoire. Its lucky that Mars has a high stamina and is able to fight at a high level before eventually getting tired. On the other hand, Mars' greatest strength is his goofball personality. He can face a situation and keep a positive attitude which can help keep him calm and collected to think clearly.

Starting with combat again, Mars' endurance is low. While he can fight for extended periods, he can't take much damage before his body gives out. His body has already been a bit frail so, he's had to find other ways to overcome this weakness, even Shroud is not enough to make his endurance a non-factor. Just like his endurance being low, Mars ability to realize a serious situation is low. Sometimes he tends to joke just a bit too much, even taking that attitude into fights. Finally he can get himself into sticky situations by being too persistent in protecting others.

Fatal Flaw

Mars has a daunting inferiority complex. Despite being the goofy kid who no one takes serious, he has a massive inability to not feel as though he's constantly falling behind. It stems from his lack of understanding for why his parents aren't loving and, most importantly, not having a semblance unlike the rest of his immediate family. It can cause him to push harder than needed or treat someone as if they are mocking him. He does his best to hide it but, it leaks out sometimes.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Aurelius Pendragon

Training

Sweat dripped to the floor like a leaky faucet. Aurelius's face was scrunched in pain as his forehead was covered in enough sweat to drown a village. His body shaking due to sheer exhaustion, hands blistered from holding practice katanas for several hours. Form, a word Akimoto had drilled into the young swordsmen's head, and thoroughly made sure that his body understood it too. Aurelius had never done training of this level before; Camelot training was very rigid and of one mind, Aurelius only ever branching out with his own style. Unfortunately that had even been too rigid for Akimoto's sensibilities, though Aurelius had known praise for his physical ability; specifically his agility and footwork showing that it was possible to fully learn what was being taught. Aurelius never sighed nor showed any annoyance, he was the dutiful student looking to perfect whatever his current sensai taught him.

An hour passed and he stood before Akimoto with both his swords in hand. Sparring was the name of the game for the last part of today's training, Aurelius looking forward to proving that he learned something. Every strike that Akimoto dealt to him was vicious, but lacked any malice behind it. Only for a second he could see his opponent's movements, his body reacting with one sword that gave him a short opening to strike. For once, he felt as though he could take Akimoto down in sparring; a subtle idea that died the moment Akimoto feinted and hit Aurelius right under his chin, lifting the boy off his feet. A large thud rang out through the dojo, Lady staring intently from the sidelines as she had been for the last two hours, stopping her own practice. Aurelius shook his head, shaking the very pain away before getting back to his feet. He was ready to go again.

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Well well well.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

PAGONIA

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Pagonia held his blade in the treant's maw, his mind wandering off for only a bit. The fights had grown weary on his body, bruises formed on his arm, calluses taking shape on his palm, and mouth getting drier every minute; this feeling was something he hadn't dealt with since sparring matches with Master Garland. Even Master Garland would prove to be tougher then any tree monster. For Pagonia, it wasn't just his body remembering the fatigue of sparring but his mind too. He could feel his mental process slowing down for just a moment; a moment that extended to the end of time itself, a moment that presented itself as a memory of losing his family all over again. Now he had to fight against forces presumably beyond him to protect that one family member he had left, a boy so important that fate deemed it so that they would meet again on a random barge.

"OUT OF THE WAY!" Etoile's voice came screaming through the air.

His mind snapped back to reality as he turned his head to see the air magi wielder flying straight at him. Where could Zes be? For now Pagonia would have to ignore that and get the hell out of Etoile's way. Gripping his sword tightly, instead of just pulling it out, the man pulled it to the side, ripping through the side of the treant's maw. He landed on his feet, air rushing past his head, just barely missing getting his body torn asunder by the hurricane force that was Etoile. He was intrigued at her sword skills and turned his frown into a smile to finally be step ahead in this fight.

"Nice form." Pagonia placed his head on Etoile's shoulder in a comforting way. "Now let's-"

The eldest Calore turned his head to see Zes being assaulted by the witch, who looked to be around his age, if not younger. He wouldn't let his brother be harmed again. His hand gripped Etoile's shoulder just a bit tighter to show his emotions were starting to flare. Well that was until Pythia made herself into Zestasia's defender. Without uttering a word, the smile back on his face thanks to him knowing his brother would be relatively safe, Pagonia began to walk forward.

Taking blade in hand again, Pagonia placed one hand on the blade section. A chill rushed over the area surrounding the sword, the ice shattering several places. He moved the sword back behind him before swinging it forward with all the strength he could muster. The ice broke from the shard, launched through the air like arrows loosed from a bow, all aimed the treant. This technique wasn't to end the fight but it would hurt enough to give Laz a shot.