TentacleLord

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

@Lugubrious Right, I will. I won't make excuses for leaving, but will offer my sincerest apologies toward the matter.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Is it too late to voice interest?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

We've had so many noble souls lost lately that it hurts my heart. It is time to gather ourselves up and keep moving toward a brighter tomorrow, a grand story we can all contribute to. Roll call!

@Tearstone @Krayzikk @Kaithas @Awesomoman64 @Lokileo789 @Sixsmith @Agent B52 @Paigesweetheart @TentacleLord

Those I haven't mentioned have assured me recently of their committal and have my complete faith.

@Lugubrious

Yo yo I'm here

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Ivan Oakley - PE

"Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points?

He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications.

It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better.

The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning.

The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Hey guys, were are all the people from PE class. I'm waiting to have something to respond to but only the survival and some of the practice people are posting consistently.

@Prince of Seraphs

I'm waiting on anyone else from PE to post before I do.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Ah, we need to include SevenStormStyle in the team document. I'll seed them a message.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Ivan Oakley - PE

Two miles was easy. He did more strenuous runs on the cool mornings in Vale, where he could get hour-long jogs around the city with little concern for the impending day. He started slowly, then began to increase speed with every lap, his long legs helping him outpace nearly everyone who wasn't trying exceptionally hard. As he ran, his thoughts drifted back to the disastrous Armory class and the comment that the daughter of the general had made: He'd gained quite a number of enemies. Ivan frowned through his carefully regulated breathing.Enemies implied that they'd go out of their way to hurt him. Which meant that between the teams at Beacon, there was now a rift. Which meant- He nearly tripped as the person ahead of him stumbled and fell, shaking the would-be athlete from his thoughts. A quick glance told him that it was Sapphire, and that she was in pain. Ivan, against his better judgement, slowed to a halt next to his irksome classmate with an expression halfway between concern and annoyance, carefully keeping just a bit out of the injured girl's reach as he knelt down, lightly panting from the exertion of his run. "Hey, you alright?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

So, I've been thinking it over all day, and I've reached a decision. I'm stepping out. I've been feeling unmotivated to post, the RP is moving a little fast for my tastes, you've got people who want to take my place, etc. etc. I'm sure you'll survive without me, but I'm sorry I'm leaving so soon. Seeya later, guys. I'll remove my stuff from all the Docs.

@Kafka Komedy

Ouch. I was looking forward to RPing some more with you, but I suppose it can't be helped.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Ivan Oakley - Armory->PE

Ivan had spent much of the rest of the class doing small-scale adjustments and cleaning out the fine Dust buildup along the barrel and cylinder of his weapon. Detention. That was... new. It would help work out differences via hard work. Always a bright side of things. He was lost in thought as the bell rang, the loud sound starling him into action. He quickly collected his things, bowed stiffly to the professor, and took off out the door back toward his locker. He made quick time at his jogging pace, overtaking a few of the more prepared students who didn't have to hurry to their next class. Ivan reached his locker with time to spare, quickly glancing around as he stuffed his weapons and over-clothes into the locker to make sure that he wasn't going to suddenly assault the eyes of anyone with his shirtless form. As much as his regular clothes served him well in battle, they weren't the most comfortable when he would doing his usual strenuous workout routine. Sweat was always an unpleasant side effect and he'd washed the shirt only a day prior. Instead, he pulled on a tight fitting, cream colored shirt, some darkly colored shorts, and a pair of expensive running shoes in an effort to expose enough skin to cool off as he exercised. After a simple once-over to confirm that no tags were hanging out or that he hadn't selected one of the shirts with bloodstains on it, Ivan jogged over to the PE area in time to catch Aurellius' comment about the multitude of women that had shown up for the class. The gunslinger opened his mouth to say something in response to the blonde fellow's statement, glanced at the assembled women for a moment, thought about it for a fraction of a second, and then promptly closed his mouth again. The last class had already been an experiment in tolerance, and he'd be damned if another fight broke out because some prick had issues with what he said. Instead, he made past the assembled figures to a place where he began his own stretching warm-up.

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

Slate Jian

Slate Jian: WIP

Name: Slate Jian Age: 21 Sex: Male Race: Human Weapon: Book of the End: A hefty book nearly a foot and a half long, a foot wide and five inches thick, the Book of the End is stuffed full of spare sheets of paper for Slate's semblance, along with whatever cutouts or pre-folded weapons that he desires to take on his missions. Popular choices include: Paper airplanes, perfectly folded to a needle point, folded origami shurikans, and paper based cards. Specialty: His battle style revolves around doing lots of small damage strikes in vital areas, rather than one crushing blow. The sensor suite mounted over his left eye and ear allow him pinpoint the location that his sharp blades would do the most damage. His prowess in combat is severely limited when fighting opponents with Aura, as it takes a large amount of time for his storm of light cutting attacks to breach through and begin their assault on the joints and sensory organs. Semblance: Papercut - Slate can harden paper into a tough and metallic state, allowing him to make sharp, dangerous weapons with paper craft and origami, or forming impromptu shields and armor by stacking multiple sheets of paper. Personality: A serious man who's hobbies include brooding and acting gruff. Despite the 'dark hero' persona he attempts to constantly emulate, Slate is actually a very helpful and kind man, always the first to volunteer on rescue missions and spending his weekends helping stray animals. His harsh words are in constant conflict with his humanitarian actions, a source of much amusement to his fellow teammates, peers, and teachers. He's an artist, and sketches in his recreational time. He collects all things 'dark and mysterious' and fills his team's room with them. Color: Slate Blue Emblem: A stylized eye with three dots set in an inverted triangle in the center. Appearance: A tall young man of seemingly Asian descent. He's exceptionally well-muscled, but lean instead of bulky. Has hard features and an intense passion and drive constantly sparking in his single visible eye. The other eye is covered by a mechanical device that wraps around the side of his head, functioning as a powerful sensor suite. He wears a tight fitting shirt in an almost purple grey-blue, and makes use of sensible black pants and heavy boots, along with over elbow gloves that protect him from accidentally cutting himself with the constant exposure to many sided sharp objects. Bio: From a young age, Slate knew that he wanted to be a hunter like his father and mother before him. As he grew, the idea only became more solid and focused in his mind as he read stories of the great heroes the the generations before, and the comics that featured dark, brooding men who beat down Grimm with their wits and weapons. However, he lacked on basic feature that many of those dark heroes had: Slate had a perfectly happy and normal childhood, sheltered away from many of the horrifying Grimm attacks by simply growing up near the center of Vale. Uncaring in the face of this seemingly unconquerable obstacle, he took up becoming a heroic man full-time, and began to study strategy and teamwork along with his avid reading of the exploits of Hunters and Huntresses around the world, getting into Signal without much trouble. Despite a rather disappointing entry into Beacon because of lack of Grimm defeated in the testing environment, he worked hard and soon became one of the best students in his year, maintaining that position up to the present day. He's an invaluable asset to the team, and makes it quite obvious when he finds any plans recklessly dangerous or made in the wrong state of mind. He's got a head for leadership and is quite capable of creating strategies that utilize several teams, but lacks the charisma and quick-thinking needed for rapidly changing situations. As he's not the most powerful fighter by himself, and relying primarily on disabling his opponent through sheer number of attacks, Slate relies heavily on luring his opponents into the waiting jaws of his team and disabling them so that the heavy hitters can finish them.