TentacleLord

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Name - Nikolai Dvorik

Age - 36

Race - Human

Gender - Male

Personality - Russian and proud, Nikolai is a man of few words even in his native tongue. He is uncaringly efficent at whatever task he takes on, disreguarding things like 'rules' and 'regulations'. He dislikes being prevented from doing things his way, and his usual quiet demenor vanishes nigh-instantly when angered, revealing a brutally powerful man who knows more rude words than the entire population of his town. Has mild paranoia.

Skills - Brutish violence, hunting, the ability to curse in seventeen languages, and an exceptional disreguard to safety regulations

Appearance - A gigantic hulk of a man, pale of skin and dark of hair. His generally unwashed hair hangs around his face and stretches down toward his shoulders, complimenting the unshaven nature of his rampart stubble and sunken eyes. Said sunken eyes are a shocking blue color, gleaming out from under heavy brows. His nose is long, straight, and sharp edged. His cheekbones are prominant and make his square jaw seem even more angular. His body, hairy and rippiling with muscle, looks to have been the construction of some scientist questing to fuse some sort of bear with a human, rather than a natural occurance.

Other - He kept a huge variety of weapons stashed around his house in case of any emergency, and is quite upset that he now has none.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

I have a quick question: Is it too late to voice my interest in this RP?

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

"Don't worry so much, old man. If I run, I'll be sure to go through you first. Ha."

A bare-faced lie, but it was always good to make an impression. Jonathan patted Andres on the shoulder as he passed, making sure to leer dangerously at the grandmaster. He'd leave when he damn well pleased, and there wasn't a thing the crazy old bastard could do to stop it. He slouched after the duo, making sure to snag a bottle of wine as they passed the kitchens on their way to the armory. He quickly redressed and armored himself, years of practice making the movements mechanically tedious and simple. He finished by buckling the haft of his axe to his belt, following a little ways behind his fellow former prisoners as they lead the way into the hall that held the rest of the newly-formed Shepards, bottle of wine swinging by his side.

He glanced around, barely batting an eye as he recognized the creepy girl who had solicited his services previously. From what he could see, only two of the other 'Shepards' even looked competent, a bearded man who looked as if he'd had his fair share of battles and a stoic young man who was bound with muscle. The rest of them would die before their third battle. He wouldn't even need to make a break for it. The fighter sneered at the thought, hefting the wine bottle higher so he could work the tip of his long knife into the cork. He needed a drink.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

The muscle-bound fighter sat upright in his cell, still not wearing anything but his old and worn undergarments. He leered out at the grandmaster with a slightly bemused look crossing his haggard features, not quite certain what a fancily dressed nobleman wanted with his sorry self. Jonathan crossed the cell as the man spoke out about servitude and the possibility of dying outside the cell that he'd become all to familiar with. It wasn't like there was an option, unless the greatcloaked man assumed that he'd refuse on principle. Luckily for everyone, Jonathan was anything but principled.

Jonathan grinned, managing to show off nearly all of his surprisingly well-kept teeth in a terrifying grimace that he must have assumed was friendly. "Alright, you've convinced me that I should help your cause. What use do I have for a life living in a cell, amiright?"

The Battle for Astrea III [Always Open]

"I'd say that running out of camp would be a bad idea. You know, if you want to consider not doing it."

Gideon began to wonder if he'd made the wrong decision with who to approach, given that Cypher had already confronted one of the people he didn't want to meet. He'd been making a point to avoid the military types, and even a support unit like Margret could have heard of his... exploits. He made a note to watch her closely, directing the foci on the top of his staff to examine the smaller woman with a disgustingly organic movement. The amber orb rotated around the top of the iron stave, and glared down at Maggie as the magic circle inside twisted and focused. He picked up one of the mugs as Lucas asked him a question.

"Oh, ah, I do much the same thing, really." His body language didn't change from jumpy nervousness as he took a swing from the horrible beer. He had bigger things to worry about, like how dangerous the man before him was. "Mister Trent, let's not do that and just say that you won."

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Despite my lack of promised posts(Due to my final approaching in tandem with a car accident and the followup), I have to agree with Prince of Seraphs on the fact that the episodic format is actually more harmful than helpful. If I were to pinpoint a specific area for improvement, it would be the liner nature of the story.

The Battle for Astrea III [Always Open]

"Wait, Mister Cypher, I don't quite think that-"

Gideon's nervous complaints fell on deaf ears as he was shoved forward into the gaggle of women. He leaned heavily on his staff as Cypher pushed him forward, already quite uncomfortable with the personal space violations that he was unintentionally inflicting on the opposing trio. He had barely caught his breath as the rapier master spoke up from behind him, mentioning his strange habits.

"Ahaha. I'm just well informed, Mister Lucas. I'm really no one special."

The metal magician made himself comfortable standing as the banter flew back and forth, content to keep to himself as the others talked. He positioned his staff between himself and Maggie, and managed to look as uninteresting as possible, even with his constant aura of iron particles. He was doing quite well at it until Irisara's inflammatory sword comment cut through the air. Cypher's response was possibly even worse for the general good air that was in the process of being made.

Immediately, Gideon took a step forward, attempting to preemptively diffuse the situation. He rubbed both hands together, adopting an almost pathetically meek voice. "Now, please, let's not start confrontations when we can drink. In fact, why don't we just go get those drinks? If everyone's okay with that?"

The Battle for Astrea III [Always Open]

Gideon nodded. "As I said, I work with metal. Iron's my best, but I can do all sorts of things with gold and silver."

"Well, if you don't particularly want anyone from the command class, I'd say there's a lot to choose from." He scanned the area, gesturing at ones that caught his eye. "And if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to avoid anyone from either the Sea or Land Kingdom's military arms." He chuckled nervously, tapping his fingers along the cold iron of his staff. "Confrontations between former rivals doesn't make a good team dynamic."

He thought for a moment longer, then reached into another one of his many pockets to pull out a grubby and torn sheet of parchment, the messily scrawled script that nearly covered every visible inch obscuring some sort of crest that had been stamped near the top right. "Let's see... From what I've heard, the Pirate Queen Irisara Silaen has been called here, and she's both dangerous and non-military. She's the sea-elf with the twin cutlasses. Then there's the Necromancer, she's the chained lady over there. I've don't have as much on her, but I was told that she had to come here or be executed. Umm..." He turned the sheet over, glancing over the barely legible names. "Evelyn Cheyne, mage that works with water. She's a Water Kingdom native, spent nearly all her life on and around her father's ship. She's the white-haired girl talking with the Pirate Queen. Or... A man named John Reynolds, he's a caster that works with ice and lightning." He searched for a moment more, coming to the bottom of the page in record time. "Another guy you could consider would be Lucas Trent, he has the interesting and quite powerful ability to control force. It's up to you, Mister Cypher."

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

I'll post here either today or tomorrow, spending some time figuring out how to play this battle.

The Battle for Astrea III [Always Open]

'Gideon's' nervous smile didn't shift as the younger man mentioned how odd the ferrokinetic's introduction was. Instead, he moved on to answer the next question, still as fidgety and jumpy as ever. "I'm just a support mage, Mister Cypher. I only know a few spells that are strictly offensive." He reached inside on of the pockets that adorned his dark clothes, retrieving a set of silver rings that had been masterfully linked together in a chain. "It's not much, but I can do simple things like make armor and get the lay of the land. Or parlor tricks like..." He waved his hand, and the links of the chain were separate without so much as a flash or spark of raw mana. It seemed as if they had just flowed through one another.

"Here, a token of our meeting." He pushed the first of the silver rings across the table toward Cypher. "It should fit on whatever finger you put it on, I'm at least decent working with silver. If you don't mind me, I'd be honored to follow along."