TitanAeterno

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

It's a less than spectacular entrance, but an entrance nonetheless.

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Tyranus - Just outside Tolbana - Floor 1

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He'd lain under the shade of the tree for so long he'd forgotten why he was there in the first place. Time was the only thing that had really lost meaning to him in this place. The way he saw it, Aincrad was home now, and after the events of the first couple days...weeks... months? Crap. He'd completely lost track of how long he'd even been trapped on the digital side of his NerveGear. It didn't matter, what happened, happened, and those who died, were dead, and all Sam knew was that he was now Tyranus, the level 15 swordsman in the green cloak. That's how most would identify him. He tried making a pseudo-mysterious-yet-threatening moniker once, but that didn't last very long. No, Tyranus wasn't active enough socially for something like that to take hold. There was still the matter of something he was forgetting though. Ah! An acquaintance had messaged him earlier to tell him of the meeting in Tolbana.

It was probably time by now. With minimal effort, Tyranus drew his knees to his chest, and threw his legs upward and out, dragging the rest of his frame off of the ground in tow. A cool breeze fluttered the green coat around his tall frame, and with his hands still cupping the short blond hair on the back of his head he meandered off into Tolbana. He casually and leisurely made his way to the amphitheater, just late enough to miss pretty much everything. When Tyranus walks up, the group gathered there to discuss plans for the boss fight had already finished discussing, and it looked like they were partying up and dispersing now. So without a clue at what to do, Tyranus addressed his current internal conflict the same way he always dealt with internal conflicts, by sitting up against something, in this case a column at the theater's edge, and waiting.

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Items

2 Antidote crystals
3 Healing crystals
2 Teleport crystals
4 Antidote potions
10 Healing potions
Various foodstuffs and rudimentary cooking supplies

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Quick inquiry: does anyone mind giving me a brief rundown of the events thus-far?

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Awesome, thanks. Posted to the bin updated with HP, but I've got some miscellany to take care of this afternoon, so it'll be sometime this evening (EST) before I go IC.

Bottom of the Stairs SAO RP CS Bin

Sam - Tyranus

[Name-]

Samuel Langston

[Username-]

Tyranus

[Age-] 20

[Ethnicity-]
American
[Appearance]
This picture of six-foot-twoSam was taken on his way to basic training, a bit more on that later, but suffice to say that he hasn't found much use for the uniform in a while.
[Sexuality-]
Hetero

________________________________________

[Level-]

15

[Weapon-] 25 points per level.

Weapon:
Albion's Talon
Weapon class and current skill level: One handed straight sword - 375/1000

[Fighting style-]
Tyranus has a motto, "Hit hard, hit smart." He's a patient fighter that sizes his opponents up, and utilizes momentum to his advantage. He believes if an opponent is dumb enough to get within his reach, he must have done something else dumb that he can exploit for maximum effectiveness with least effort. If his opponent doesn't make the first move, he's not afraid to provoke them and try to throw them off their guard.

[Health Points-]

(calculated by the GM depending on your stats)
10,293
[General Stats-] 150 points per level.

• Strength - 500/1000 (Affects the player's damage output)
• Sprint - 450/1000 (This skill is both an activatable burst of speed, and a passive increase in the player's effectiveness at dodging strikes.)
• Parry - 450/1000
• Shield - 1/1000
• Agility - 200/1000 (Determines a player's jumping height and the ability to perform aerial maneuvers. Reduces fall damage.)
• Battle Healing - 250/1000
• Perception - 300/1000 (A sixth sense, allowing the player to notice enemies and secrets from a distance. Greater mastery allows detection of monsters and players in «Hiding» status.)
• Stealth - 1/1000
• Tracking - 100/1000

[Profession Stats-] (these are not compulsory, but they will come in handy depending on your character) 30 points per level.
• Blacksmithing - 100/1000 (weapon crafting - all types)
• Fishing - 30/1000
• Cooking - 20/1000
• Tailor - 100/1000 (armor crafting - all types)
• Gathering - 1/1000 (collecting crafting materials)
• Medicine mixing - 75/1000 (create health potions, antidotes and poisons)
• Music - 1/1000 (Bards - the singing and entertaining kind. Think Skyrim, not Dragon Age.)
• Lockpicking - 125 (The ability to open locked chests and doors)
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[Personality-]
Tyranus is a bit of a far cry from his namesake, he's not power-hungry, he's not seeking to be some evil dictator, he's actually easy-going on the verge of apathetic. He fully and consciously accepts the potential consequences of the game, but essentially views it as an extension of his life. On any given day he could've died in the real world right? This type of positing has kept his head level after Kayaba announced in rather dramatic fashion that they'd be playing for their lives. He almost enjoyed the ensuing chaos though, as he greatly enjoys sizing people up, perceiving their weaknesses and sometimes their preferences. Despite his semi-withdrawn nature, when interacting with others and in more intimate settings he exhudes an unmistakable swagger, and when it comes to friends he keeps many, but wholly trusts only a handful.

[Biography-]

Samuel Langston was born in middle America to a war hero and a mild-mannered school teacher. He played sports as a kid and through school, but he was intellectually starved in his hometown and found schoolwork to be so menial that he occassionally dismissed it, if he didn't finish it within an hour. He wanted access to a world far away from the dusty plains and tumbleweeds, so he took to the best economical option: the internet. He combed through forums and found his way into online games, picked up consoles and even built a custom PC. He ran into a bit of conflict along the way though, his father criticized him for not devoting himslef to the slim chances of becoming a professional athlete, and eventually gave Sam the ultimatum: move out or join the armed forces. This wreaked havoc with his mother's conscience, and when Sam made it to the last week of basic before being kicked out after suffering an injury from overworking himself by doing a series of advanced endurance exercises, and his father came to accept Sam as he was. With newfound free time in the late stages of recovery, he returned to games and to one in particular that was supposed to blow the others out of the water, one that all takes place in the VR world of Aincrad.

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[Armor-]
Armor type: Light, Mixture of metal and leather and cloth. He wears a metal chestplate to protect from most strikes and padded for a little comfort, and leather pants padded with animal furs. Covering his hands are a pair of leather gloves lined with cloth, thick enough to provide extra grip on his sword yet thin enough for him to retain tactile sense of his blade's hilt. To protect his feet he owns a sturdy pair of leather boots, with steel toes for a small amount of extra toe protection. Purely because he thinks it looks cool, he wears a cloak of a dark but vibrant green, trimmed in black.

[Items - Consumable and Misc-]
2 Antidote crystals
3 Healing crystals
2 Teleport crystals
4 Antidote potions
10 Healing potions
Various foodstuffs and rudimentary cooking supplies
[Other-] Rule 7 of course

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Yeah, the opening tags automatically pair with the first closing tag even if there's another opener inbetween , and after working with some basic code the past few months, it's a little weird.

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Okay, after a bit of confusion on my part, and some clarification from Shadow, here's my CS

Sam - Tyranus

[Name-]

Samuel Langston

[Username-]

Tyranus

[Age-] 20

[Ethnicity-]
American
[Appearance]
This picture of six-foot-twoSam was taken on his way to basic training, a bit more on that later, but suffice to say that he hasn't found much use for the uniform in a while.
[Sexuality-]
Hetero

________________________________________

[Level-]

15

[Weapon-] 25 points per level.

Weapon:
Albion's Talon
Weapon class and current skill level: One handed straight sword - 375/1000

[Fighting style-]
Tyranus has a motto, "Hit hard, hit smart." He's a patient fighter that sizes his opponents up, and utilizes momentum to his advantage. He believes if an opponent is dumb enough to get within his reach, he must have done something else dumb that he can exploit for maximum effectiveness with least effort. If his opponent doesn't make the first move, he's not afraid to provoke them and try to throw them off their guard.

[Health Points-]

(calculated by the GM depending on your stats)
10,293
[General Stats-] 150 points per level.

• Strength - 500/1000 (Affects the player's damage output)
• Sprint - 450/1000 (This skill is both an activatable burst of speed, and a passive increase in the player's effectiveness at dodging strikes.)
• Parry - 450/1000
• Shield - 1/1000
• Agility - 200/1000 (Determines a player's jumping height and the ability to perform aerial maneuvers. Reduces fall damage.)
• Battle Healing - 250/1000
• Perception - 300/1000 (A sixth sense, allowing the player to notice enemies and secrets from a distance. Greater mastery allows detection of monsters and players in «Hiding» status.)
• Stealth - 1/1000
• Tracking - 100/1000

[Profession Stats-] (these are not compulsory, but they will come in handy depending on your character) 30 points per level.
• Blacksmithing - 100/1000 (weapon crafting - all types)
• Fishing - 30/1000
• Cooking - 20/1000
• Tailor - 100/1000 (armor crafting - all types)
• Gathering - 1/1000 (collecting crafting materials)
• Medicine mixing - 75/1000 (create health potions, antidotes and poisons)
• Music - 1/1000 (Bards - the singing and entertaining kind. Think Skyrim, not Dragon Age.)
• Lockpicking - 125 (The ability to open locked chests and doors)
_______________________________________

[Personality-]
Tyranus is a bit of a far cry from his namesake, he's not power-hungry, he's not seeking to be some evil dictator, he's actually easy-going on the verge of apathetic. He fully and consciously accepts the potential consequences of the game, but essentially views it as an extension of his life. On any given day he could've died in the real world right? This type of positing has kept his head level after Kayaba announced in rather dramatic fashion that they'd be playing for their lives. He almost enjoyed the ensuing chaos though, as he greatly enjoys sizing people up, perceiving their weaknesses and sometimes their preferences. Despite his semi-withdrawn nature, when interacting with others and in more intimate settings he exhudes an unmistakable swagger, and when it comes to friends he keeps many, but wholly trusts only a handful.

[Biography-]

Samuel Langston was born in middle America to a war hero and a mild-mannered school teacher. He played sports as a kid and through school, but he was intellectually starved in his hometown and found schoolwork to be so menial that he occassionally dismissed it, if he didn't finish it within an hour. He wanted access to a world far away from the dusty plains and tumbleweeds, so he took to the best economical option: the internet. He combed through forums and found his way into online games, picked up consoles and even built a custom PC. He ran into a bit of conflict along the way though, his father criticized him for not devoting himslef to the slim chances of becoming a professional athlete, and eventually gave Sam the ultimatum: move out or join the armed forces. This wreaked havoc with his mother's conscience, and when Sam made it to the last week of basic before being kicked out after suffering an injury from overworking himself by doing a series of advanced endurance exercises, and his father came to accept Sam as he was. With newfound free time in the late stages of recovery, he returned to games and to one in particular that was supposed to blow the others out of the water, one that all takes place in the VR world of Aincrad.

________________________________________

[Armor-]
Armor type: Light, Mixture of metal and leather and cloth. He wears a metal chestplate to protect from most strikes and padded for a little comfort, and leather pants padded with animal furs. Covering his hands are a pair of leather gloves lined with cloth, thick enough to provide extra grip on his sword yet thin enough for him to retain tactile sense of his blade's hilt. To protect his feet he owns a sturdy pair of leather boots, with steel toes for a small amount of extra toe protection. Purely because he thinks it looks cool, he wears a cloak of a dark but vibrant green, trimmed in black.

[Items - Consumable and Misc-]
2 Antidote crystals
3 Healing crystals
2 Teleport crystals
4 Antidote potions
10 Healing potions
Various foodstuffs and rudimentary cooking supplies
[Other-] Rule 7 of course

Mass Effect: Freelancer

Well, patience is a virtue.

Paradise Falling

The street didn't smell much better than inside the bar, and having to escort a thief that's been on the lam and reeked of his own fluids didn't help. Luckily enough one doesn't have to go far on the first tier to find a den of thieves willing to pay for other thieves that happened to have pissed off some other thieves. It didn't take much longer than Mr. Feld and Drake to step in the door before the bounty hunter felt something amiss. "Tylinaeus! I see you've persuaded my associate to come negotiate with me," a voice thundered from on high. Forgar Litmic was the source, a petty thug whose ego is well over-inflated, and whose belly was far too round to be useful for anything besides talking and errands even more petty than himself, hence Drake Tylinaeus's current grip on a one Mr. Feld's hand. "Yep, and judging by the way you're turned you've got my fees in your back pocket," he shot back, as Litmic descended the stairs. The exchange was made and Feld was shuffled off by assistant's of Litmic, his fate to forever be a mystery. It wasn't a concern of Drake's, he had his money, and from the feel of the room, he'd get a bit more than what he bargained for.

Litmic motioned to a door at the back of the main room, Drake measured up the distance, and eyed the occupants of the main room. None of them posed a major threat, so Drake reluctantly indulged the loudmouth of the lower levels. The small room was simple, with just a cot, small table, two chairs, and a small bed-side stand. Nowhere for any would-be assassins. The two sat and with a low voice Litmic began spreading rumors, word travels fast and rumor was that a murder had occurred that morning. Since there wasn't an official bounty there was no real interest from Drake, though the fact that the body was found in the cellar of the Folgothian prince's apartment. This still wasn't of major concern to Tylinaeus save for the fact that Folgoth was his home nation. He had no sense of nationalism, but for some reason he was intrigued. After Litmic closed his trap, Drake made a simple request, "Keep me posted." And left, without incident.

Paradise Falling

It's a thick read for an entrance, and I only agonized over it for a few hours longer than I should have, but the demon-bastard has made his appearance in Nesia's underworld.