Updated original post, and here is the OOC.
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Name: Rhys
Gender: Dude
Age: Legal to drink anywhere in the world
Class: Samurai
Abilities:
Argest Allegory - Writes a roleplay that blinds all foes because the font is too bright.
Oaken Onslaught - Cleaves the horizon with an axe. Super effective against firewood.
False Flight - Jumps so high it seems like flying, but only if you can't see the wire in the background.
Cordial Connection - Magically connects to any WiFi access point, as long as it has no password.
Gender: Dude
Age: Legal to drink anywhere in the world
Class: Samurai
Abilities:
Argest Allegory - Writes a roleplay that blinds all foes because the font is too bright.
Oaken Onslaught - Cleaves the horizon with an axe. Super effective against firewood.
False Flight - Jumps so high it seems like flying, but only if you can't see the wire in the background.
Cordial Connection - Magically connects to any WiFi access point, as long as it has no password.
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THE MOON
There was a person sitting at a desk, head-in-hand, staring absently at the computer screen before them. This person could have been any person, any lifelong dreamer kicked to the curb by reality. It could have been you, or it could have been me.
This person, in particular, was a young man, hopelessly trying to piece his dreams together. Between unfortunate chance, stinted obligations and wondering how he would pay that month's bills, he longingly waited for a chance to be happy, yet somehow knew that that chance would never come. He clicked off the screen, brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes, collapsing back against the old chair in which he sat.
A brilliant light exploded in the room soundlessly. The man tiredly turned his head, not even comprehending the impossibility of such a thing. In the center of the room, a ball of strange, palpable, thick light floated before him, gold in color, so radiant it dwarfed even the sun's beauty.
What the fuck? The young man shielded his eyes against the orb as he tried to understand it. What is this thing? A ghost? He began to panic, nearly tripping in his effort to rise from his chair. Some kind of bomb!? Am I going to die!?
The man heard a chuckle, then. But it didn't seem like a sound. It seemed to be coming from within him.
You're fine, little light. You're not in danger.
It was a woman's voice, coming from in his head. Was it the orb?
"I..." the man began, before regaining his composure. The orb was calming, somehow, despite its impossibility. "I'm okay. Sorry. But...what are you?" This is very obviously a dream.
This is not a dream. If it's easier for you, you don't have to speak. I can read your thoughts.
The man flushed. Oh. Like, all of my thoughts?
The important ones. Don't worry, I'm not judgemental. Anyway, what I am is a being, just like you, but from a different world.
The man shook his head. This is too strange, he thought. It sounds like something in an anime.
"Hey, why did you call me 'little light'?" The man asked.
It's what I saw in your aura. A little light, but bright, and full of potential.
"Oh. So, why are you here? Have we finally made contact with alien life?"
Do I look like an alien to you? Don't answer that. I'm here because we need people like you to save our world.
It was the man's turn to chuckle. "Oh, sweet. I've always wanted to do something like that. So what's the plan?"
I guess, in terms you would understand...you have to pick a Class.
The notions of his favorite kind of video games rushed into the man's head. "Like, a Class from an RPG? Is there a list? How does that even work?"
No, there is no list. It can be anything you like. Our race's energy can be imprinted on to your race's bodies and manifest in different thoughtforms, which is why we're picking this world. But there are limits to our powers, so it needs to be balanced. Like...any good video game.
The man nodded. "Right. Okay, cool." He turned inward, considering his own training, and his own personality. "Um, I pick Sundancer. Is that okay?"
Sure. What's a Sundancer?
"Lemme see...a really fast offensive class. It uses swords and Light magic."
Speed, power and magic? I can't manage all that at once, it's too powerful.
"Right. So maybe it needs sunlight to use abilities instead of MP, and its really weak without it." The orb seemed to think for a moment.
Okay. I can do that. Are you ready to go?
"Sweet! Where are we going?" Even if this is a dream, I'm gonna enjoy it.
We're going to the Moon.
CHARACTER SHEET
Name:
Age:
Gender:
General Appearance: Your character's general appearance. Hair, eyes, skin, build and height all go here.
Orb Color: The color of your personal guardian.
Class: Your character's Class. Include Class name and a brief overview of abilities.
Class Appearance: The appearance your character takes on in the other world. Clothing, armor and other markings belong here.
Skills: Class abilities. You start at Level 1, so please only include a couple minor abilities at most.
Cross Skills: Skills activated with a partner or partners, either passive bonuses or activated abilities. Locked until discovered.
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High-fantasy 18+ is a good thing so I will keep an eye on this, let me know when the story comes back up.
@xxrhoo Nah, don't worry about it C:
Rhoo left his table, and Orren felt himself let out a quiet sigh of relief. He did not believe he would ever grow accustomed to more complex human interaction, and such exchanges left him feeling drained, even moreso than fighting dragons. Even when the other slayer had seemed to burn her mouth on her breakfast, he could not manage to find the words appropriate to such a situation, and could only watch.
Orren finished his breakfast quickly and without further incident. He departed the hall quickly, glad to escape the bustle. With breakfast nearing a close, he knew the guild's hunters would be ranging, and so he made his way to the front of the keep and through its large open gate, entering the dawn.
The morning air was crisp, though the sun was already starting to warm it, and a gentle breeze caused his dark braids to sway. Orren took the breeze deep into his lungs, tasting the stone of the keep, the everglades far below them, and the grassy knolls just beyond the keep's outer walls. He deduced that there would be fair weather that morning. Another beautiful day on the mountains of Vankinore.
The scent of man mingled with the rest, and he approached the hunters gathering at the front gate. They nodded to him in turn as they flexed their hunting bows, checked their arrowheads and fletchings and secured their quivers. The guild's hunters were a fairly quiet bunch, at least in the mornings before they found their drink, and Orren could appreciate the silent company. He was not familiar enough with them to know their names, but he was certain they knew his. With the looming threat of dragon attack, the hunters traveled as a unit, and having a fully-fledged slayer with them was a comfort. It was not every day that Orren hunted with them, but it was a duty he was familiar with, and a good way to fill out an otherwise fruitless day.
Orren moved his own bow from the small leather case on his back, bracing it against his foot and slipping the string into its notch in one rapid movement. He reached back, adjusting the small quiver at his hip, prepared for the hunt.
Augustus faced the youth with disdain in his hidden eyes. I offer to help, he thought, and you threaten me? He quickly scanned the others before him. Their guns were all lowered, and it would take them a moment to find a clear shot. From where he had backed himself up to, he wouldn't need that long to enter the trees again.
"You fools!" Augustus cried out. "Can you not comprehend anything beyond the scope of your petty survival? I have found a cure!" And the nerve of that woman, accusing him of abandoning his duty! "Why would I waste my time on the hopeless infected when I could be saving what little of humanity we have left?"
He heard a familiar growling. He turned to the little one, fully aware of the husky at her side now baring its fangs, but he was not deterred. "I will find your brother, if only for the reason that a child like you shouldn't be alone in the world." With his last words, Augustus threw himself backward between the trees, quickly breaking line of sight from the group. Even if they dared waste ammunition on him, their shots would find purchase only against the trees.
Quickly into his dash, he heard the four-legged pursuit of the dog once again, barking at his heels. Damn girl. Call off your dog before I have to put it down. Nothing had gone right. It reminded him of why he avoided other men to begin with. I have knowledge and resource to offer, yet I am met only with suspicion. He hazarded a glance back at the dog, closing distance in the woods, and his eyes turned hateful. Very well. Let them all die.
@SweetOwlette@hagroden@XxLyraxX
"You fools!" Augustus cried out. "Can you not comprehend anything beyond the scope of your petty survival? I have found a cure!" And the nerve of that woman, accusing him of abandoning his duty! "Why would I waste my time on the hopeless infected when I could be saving what little of humanity we have left?"
He heard a familiar growling. He turned to the little one, fully aware of the husky at her side now baring its fangs, but he was not deterred. "I will find your brother, if only for the reason that a child like you shouldn't be alone in the world." With his last words, Augustus threw himself backward between the trees, quickly breaking line of sight from the group. Even if they dared waste ammunition on him, their shots would find purchase only against the trees.
Quickly into his dash, he heard the four-legged pursuit of the dog once again, barking at his heels. Damn girl. Call off your dog before I have to put it down. Nothing had gone right. It reminded him of why he avoided other men to begin with. I have knowledge and resource to offer, yet I am met only with suspicion. He hazarded a glance back at the dog, closing distance in the woods, and his eyes turned hateful. Very well. Let them all die.
@SweetOwlette@hagroden@XxLyraxX
@CAS If that doesn't work out, I'll slink off somewhere to meet you if you want.
Name: Vincent Stentz
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Vincent is a slender youth, and tall, just over six feet and long of limb and neck. Waves of blonde hair lay combed atop his head, tapering short near his neck and ears. His face is somewhat feminine, with large brown eyes and a narrow jaw, and he has a strong, straight nose. He seems to wear a perpetual scowl, his gaze appraising everything it meets. He can often be seen wearing a suit vest and tie, casual dress pants and polished shoes, and a double-breasted coat in the cold season.
Personality: Vincent is a generally cold and calculating individual. He is fairly self-interested, but not uncaring. He simply understands his limits, and chooses to focus his efforts on things more palpable. Vincent's intelligence is exceptional, and his conversations are often extremely brief unless adequately challenging. He is utterly confident in his motivations and abilities, and does not hesitate to show his superiority over others. He favors those with ability, and those who look to him for instruction and tutelage, though dislikes men and women with similar capability to his own, as he is very competitive. While he is strong of mind, Vincent has a hard time forming bonds with others, and is often disliked. He buys loyalty rather than earns it, and such loyalties are often weak. He is headstrong, incapable of resisting a challenge, too demanding of others, and does not often take other perspectives into consideration.
Skills: Vincent is most primarily an expert of strategy, having spent his youth engrossed in the game of chess. He is knowledgeable on warfare, both modern and ancient, and possesses a wealth of knowledge on military history. He is quick of mind and analytical, and a great problem-solver. Aside from mental pursuits, Vincent has explored several physical activities, most dominantly horseback riding and tennis. He is quite comfortable competing in either.
Biography: Vincent's is a story not unknown to most of Seattle's upper class. His family name is known to many, the Stentzs being the proprietors of dozens of facilities throughout the city. Aside from being a major importer, they own many medical centres, factories, hardware stores and contracting companies. As such, Vincent was given a life of privilege and possession, and he was never left wanting for anything, except the possibility of a loving family.
Vincent never knew his mother. She was one of his father's many wives, and after his birth, left the family and did not return. None of Mr. Stentz's other wives had children, and Vincent's father was often away, leaving his son in the care of a cycle of caregivers. In fact, the only time Vincent ever spent with his father was during his lessons in business and entrepreneurship.
Vincent found his only companionship in the classroom of a highly-esteemed private school. His classmates had ripped him from a sheltered life, introducing him to delinquency. His teenage years were spent on the street among drugs, sex and alcohol, and some minor crime, though his connections always saved him from consequence. This time helped him develop independence and perspective, and he carried those perspectives through to adulthood.
Presently, Vincent seeks to establish further lucrative connections, both legal and otherwise, while simultaneously undermining his father to usurp his position as head of the Stentz family. But one fact weighs heavier than all others: Vincent's life has become dreadfully boring.
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Vincent is a slender youth, and tall, just over six feet and long of limb and neck. Waves of blonde hair lay combed atop his head, tapering short near his neck and ears. His face is somewhat feminine, with large brown eyes and a narrow jaw, and he has a strong, straight nose. He seems to wear a perpetual scowl, his gaze appraising everything it meets. He can often be seen wearing a suit vest and tie, casual dress pants and polished shoes, and a double-breasted coat in the cold season.
Personality: Vincent is a generally cold and calculating individual. He is fairly self-interested, but not uncaring. He simply understands his limits, and chooses to focus his efforts on things more palpable. Vincent's intelligence is exceptional, and his conversations are often extremely brief unless adequately challenging. He is utterly confident in his motivations and abilities, and does not hesitate to show his superiority over others. He favors those with ability, and those who look to him for instruction and tutelage, though dislikes men and women with similar capability to his own, as he is very competitive. While he is strong of mind, Vincent has a hard time forming bonds with others, and is often disliked. He buys loyalty rather than earns it, and such loyalties are often weak. He is headstrong, incapable of resisting a challenge, too demanding of others, and does not often take other perspectives into consideration.
Skills: Vincent is most primarily an expert of strategy, having spent his youth engrossed in the game of chess. He is knowledgeable on warfare, both modern and ancient, and possesses a wealth of knowledge on military history. He is quick of mind and analytical, and a great problem-solver. Aside from mental pursuits, Vincent has explored several physical activities, most dominantly horseback riding and tennis. He is quite comfortable competing in either.
Biography: Vincent's is a story not unknown to most of Seattle's upper class. His family name is known to many, the Stentzs being the proprietors of dozens of facilities throughout the city. Aside from being a major importer, they own many medical centres, factories, hardware stores and contracting companies. As such, Vincent was given a life of privilege and possession, and he was never left wanting for anything, except the possibility of a loving family.
Vincent never knew his mother. She was one of his father's many wives, and after his birth, left the family and did not return. None of Mr. Stentz's other wives had children, and Vincent's father was often away, leaving his son in the care of a cycle of caregivers. In fact, the only time Vincent ever spent with his father was during his lessons in business and entrepreneurship.
Vincent found his only companionship in the classroom of a highly-esteemed private school. His classmates had ripped him from a sheltered life, introducing him to delinquency. His teenage years were spent on the street among drugs, sex and alcohol, and some minor crime, though his connections always saved him from consequence. This time helped him develop independence and perspective, and he carried those perspectives through to adulthood.
Presently, Vincent seeks to establish further lucrative connections, both legal and otherwise, while simultaneously undermining his father to usurp his position as head of the Stentz family. But one fact weighs heavier than all others: Vincent's life has become dreadfully boring.
@xxrhoo@Absolute Grace
If that was about Orren, I don't mind. Where I'm from, we're somewhat encouraged to use another character's "Personality" section to try and simulate extremely minor reactions for the sake of post length. When it comes to me at least, feel free, though to not undermine the GM's rules I would ask anyone else beforehand.
If that was about Orren, I don't mind. Where I'm from, we're somewhat encouraged to use another character's "Personality" section to try and simulate extremely minor reactions for the sake of post length. When it comes to me at least, feel free, though to not undermine the GM's rules I would ask anyone else beforehand.
Sounds good. To clarify, this is going to be free-form, right? Or are you using some sort of altered D20 system?
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