Turboshitter

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

<Snipped quote by Elle Santiago>

Burn the meme reviver!

@chukklehed

That meme wasn’t in the graveyard, it was removed from the game for crying out loud xD.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@TurboshitterTori Frejsdottir's here though. I would totally allow android bae. Your choice. But android bae.
@chukklehed In the majority of situations, you can only actually be injured (when trained) if your Aura Breaks.

@tobiax

I guess we all know how tobiax feels about androids now.



I guess I can bring back normal meat-person Nimmie. You sure I wouldn’t need to change anything about her backstory for this?

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax Spider Lady it is then.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax

Lemony Leatherhead

"..."

Name: Lemony Leatherback
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height/Weight: 6'1'' (185cm) in heels/151 lbs. (68.5 kg)
Species: Turtle Faunus

Personality: Lemony gives off the impression of someone living in a turtle shell if you settle for just observing her from afar, as she never seems to talk and avoids contact with most people. However this couldn't be farther from the truth. Lemony is actually very friendly and outgoing, almost a little dorky, but chooses her friends selectively and limits her social interactions outside of a small circle due to deep-seated paranoia and trust issues. She can't speak for fear of showing people her mouth, so she mostly communicates by typing on her Scroll instead, pretending to be mute rather than exposing herself as a Faunus. Her Faunus trait also impacts her diet, which consists mostly of seafood like sushi and shrimp on account of her difficulties with the mechanical aspects of digestion. Her favorite food, which she'll only eat when she's convinced no one is looking, is jellyfish, which she'll eat dried, fried, or even fresh (sometimes in a bowl of ice cream). Despite her fears, she doesn't believe all humans are bad people, just that both humans and Faunus are equally capable of committing both good and evil acts, which is a big part of why she hates the White Fang (but not the biggest). Her Faunus heritage causes her embarrassment but not shame, and she believes in the teachings the real White Fang espoused: acceptance and peaceful protest.
Biography: Born both the daughter of a sailor and a Turtle Faunus with a very interesting trait, Lemony's life has been anything but normal since day one. While she looks innocent enough on the outside, the real nightmare is on the inside, as Lemony's random Faunus trait didn't end up being something as cute as flippers or a half-formed turtle shell. No, she got this, the terror-inducing harvester maw of the otherwise innocent-looking leatherback sea turtle. As a result, she couldn't eat right, couldn't talk right, and looked just plain frightening when she opened her mouth. While she was a nice enough girl, adorable even, people pissed themselves every time she tried to talk or smile, and thus they ended up largely avoiding her. However, her father, the ship's captain, was determined to make up for all the love and attention other people wouldn't give her, and doubled-up on his dad duties, bringing his baby girl with him on every trip he made out into the deep blue. As a result she was raised a sailor, and knows life out on the ocean like the back of her hand. She even learned how to fight from her dad, becoming skilled in one on one combat defending the ship and its occupants from pirates and aquatic Grimm, which in those days were far more uncommon. However, tragedy struck without warning as the ship became embroiled in a conflict between human forces and the White Fang during an otherwise routine cruise. One of the passengers they'd chartered, a young Faunus boy with red hair, no more than six or seven years older than Lemony, was revealed to be an agent of the White Fang, a terrorist wanted for dozens of crimes all across Remnant. His name was Adam Taurus. He took the crew and her father hostage, dispatching Lemony with ease, and in the ensuing raid by Atlas soldiers to retake the boat and capture the wanted terrorist, he killed her father as part of a bid to buy time and escape, leaving Lemony, beaten, bruised, and all alone in the world. Wracked with grief, she took the only memento her father had left her, the sword which had killed him, and left, disappearing without a trace. She sailed the world aimlessly for years, a silent young girl traveling from port to port and dispatching criminals and Grimm with ruthless efficiency, like some sort of cowboy of the seas. Whether unconsciously or intentionally, she'd begun using the sword that had belonged to the young boy, now a man, imitating his style. Her mind was set on one thing, and one thing only. Find Adam Taurus. Get revenge. After years of fruitless searching, she enrolled in Beacon, hoping that as a Huntress she'd have more opportunities and resources at her disposal to track down and kill her father's murderer. And now the story begins...
Reason for becoming a Huntress: "..."

Weapon(s): Jetstream (tonfa gunblade)

• Lemony is a tonfa user, practicing the three grip method of honte-mochi (normal), gyakute-mochi (reverse), and tokushu-mochi (special) used in Okinawan martial arts. While tonfas are traditionally dual-wielded to provide a two-handed offense as well as protection for both arms, Lemony instead uses one, abnormally long tonfa, for reasons that will soon become clear. The weapon's grip possesses a rather conspicuous and unique feature, that being a trigger that makes the short end look like a gun barrel. This isn't at all far from the truth, as the weapon is mostly hollow and fitted with a rifling mechanism that ejects whatever's inside the hollow tube at explosive speeds upon firing with the trigger. And what's inside the tonfa, you might ask? A full-length katana, sharpened to a razor's edge and imbued with the power of Dust. Thus does the weapon's purpose become clear. The tonfa itself is merely a concealment for the hidden blade, which lies in wait for the chance to land a single, deadly strike before returning to its sheath. A second weapon would merely impede the process of catching the blade when it's being fired out of the barrel at such explosive speed, and should Lemony choose to fight two-handed, both the sword and the tonfa can be comfortably used without having to sheath a cumbersome third weapon. It's a weapon specialized for iaijutsu, with its functionality as a tonfa a distant second consideration.

Semblance: Red Sun

• By accelerating her own metabolism to unheard of levels, Lemony is able to build up immense heat within her body and release it as a burst of kinetic energy, either projecting it outward as a beam or using it to enhance a single strike. This manifests as a change in the color of the stripes on her coat, first heating to red, then yellow, and eventually blue. Red is too weak and blue too exhausting, so Lemony usually sticks to yellow. Additionally, if she projects the energy using her sword, then the blast of kinetic energy will also carry the same attribute of Dust as the sword, allowing her to launch elemental attacks.

Misc: Desperately wishes she could whistle.

Sort of a “Adam Taurus + Jetstream Sam = I LIKE TURTLES” type of deal. She was too young though for one, and I wasn’t quite sure if drawing so many connections to canon characters was acceptable (even if it is that fuccboi Adam).

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

EDIT: wait shit forgot this was older chars. My bad. I’ll come up with something new.

World of Remnant RP

@Lemons We spake him into existance!
@Turboshitter No, not a problem at all. Quality over chronology.

@tobiax

Cool. I’ll try to come up with something. Have the teams been decided at all?

World of Remnant RP

Is there room for one more, or am I a bit too late to the party?

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

There we go. This was meant to follow an Evil Council Meeting™, but I guess we should get the ball rolling before I worry about Black Faction roll call.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

The Deacon Arms Tavern

-7:50 AM September 24th, 2017

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“Morning person” was not a descriptor one might use to describe Albert Prelati. “Narcoleptic” might have been more appropriate tag, or perhaps “sleeps like a cat”, but Albert’s sleep pattern was never quite so consistent. It usually consisted of long bouts of uninterrupted activity and concentration followed by apocalyptic crashes into prolonged unconsciousness, much like a man with access to far too much cocaine, so for now we’ll call him a “burnout”. Adrenaline and not curiosity was the drug that had kept him going ever since the plan to foil Ayondale’s Grail War had begun, so sleep for him began shortly after Saber’s somewhat unexpected summoning, and ended... well, it hadn’t ended yet, anyway.

Albert awoke in a fugue, mired in that ethereal state between dreaming and wakefulness that had long-plagued those like himself. The brave men and women for whom sleep was more of a suggestion rather than a rule. When he got out of bed, he wasn’t even really paying attention to what he was doing. To his sleeping, half-dead mind, it was just what you did.

Concepts like “morning” or “awake” had no meaning to something when it was “just what you did”, so he got up and did it, blissfully unaware of the time or even the reason for the movement of his own body. He was a ghost who had once haunted the grimy room he’d slept in, and who was now moving on to the next life, blissfully insubstantial. A walking, talking dead man. A somnambulist.

He headed into the bathroom to relieve himself, and commence the set of vague, pre-programmed actions that were “just what you did”. Brushing his teeth and slipping into his new clothes, not bothering to comb over his messy, bedraggled black hair, Albert postponed any troublesome thoughts of things like calling Assassin (who was that again?) and decided he was going to go eat something, and then maybe probably go back to bed. Yeah, that sounded nice.

Five minutes later, he was saddled up in front of a cup of coffee, black, and a nondescript plate of buttered toast. Shoddy service to be sure, but he wasn’t in any state of mind to complain. Not when he could barely keep his eyes half-open. He picked up the toast and nibbled it, much the way a rabbit would, leaving the coffee to simply aerate his breakfast like an improv aromatic. It was simple, plain, and altogether not exciting, which was just fine by him until he could wake up properly. Too bad it also ended the moment he caught sight of the television above the bar.

The old, bulky monitor was showing the early morning news. Their top story? An overnight fire that had destroyed the remains of Urquhart Castle.

Albert stopped chewing, his brain clawing for the surface, a distant scream welling up inside him like an ocean swell. Images were splayed across the screen like an autopsy, dissecting the burnt and tortured remains of the historical site. The scent of the coffee went from black to acrid and burnt beneath his nose, and suddenly Albert was back there again, wide awake, running and crying and trying not to vomit while his comrades screamed and died around him.

Panic overwhelmed him. He was awake now, and alert. Far, far too alert. Heart thumping in his chest, he looked around for Ayondale or other signs of the enemy before his brain finally told him it was alright, that it had just played a trick on him. It wasn’t a funny one.

Suddenly queasy and capable of remembering everything that had happened, Albert looked at his continental breakfast with distaste. He... wasn’t very hungry anymore.

Eat it, he thought. You’ll need it for later.

Twisting his eyes shut, he made like a dog and tucked in, finishing the food as quickly as he could. Gasping and sighing, he looked up at the ceiling, and wondered. What the hell was he doing here? What were any of them still doing here?

Albert looked around for the other Masters. Were they awake yet?

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Alright, I’ve got a pretty long post planned, and I just haven’t had the time to write it the last couple days. I can pair it down and just focus on finishing the part that’ll let everyone post for now, is that okay? It might make a little less sense out of order than it would otherwise, but I realize the only one holding things up right now is me.