Yankee

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

I've got more world-building questions too but I will say I'm gonna write up a sheet regardless just cause I like writing character sheets. Like are canon characters going to be important? Since this isn't the same timeline as Part 5 yet takes place in the same year/area... what exactly is Diavolo's role?

*+. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Coldplay .+*

Tentative interest here because I'm not looking for a PvP JoJo's game (that would get wild fast), and it's not exactly clear in your post whether we would fighting together or not. Don't want to assume either way. Still, might be fun.

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

@crouchingbacon still interested? Not trying to rush you, just wanted to make sure we got everyone in before starting since I won't be allowing people to join once it starts, considering characters will be trapped in an isolated mansion and all.

World of Light

Word Count: 567 (+1 exp)
Level: 1 - Total EXP: 4/10
Location: Coral Highlands, Land of Adventure

As his sword found it's mark and the Cadet escaped the teeth of the Bird Wyvern, the Cadet hopped a few steps backward to recollect himself. He readjusted his grip on both his sword and shield, preparing to dive right back into the fray. He was eager to get back into the swing of battle and make up for his earlier distraction, having almost completely put the thought of the ominous stench out of his mind as he spotted his opening. He took his chance - and the bait - leaping to strike at the monster's head again when it struck out at him with it's long and powerful leg. The Cadet caught the monster's claws in the side, it's talons tearing through his leathers and reaching deep, scratching the bones of his ribs. He let out a gasp of pain as he was flung backwards, landing hard on his back. The wind was knocked from his lungs and he laid still for just a moment before he scrambled back up, not sparing a second look at the bleeding wound on his torso.

Then, a dark blur whizzed by, lodging itself into the Highlands' signature spongy terrain. Now what the heck was that thing? Another strange being that seemed to appear from no where. It was curled up like some giant gray Konchu. Cadet, for once, didn't stop to ponder more about it: whatever the Konchu did while he was laid out had done a number on the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku if it's pained squeals were any indication. It was down, flailing on the ground, meaning now was the best time to strike. He noticed that, somehow, the weird Konchu had freed itself and was on the attack again, but before the Cadet could join in the newbie hunter rushed over to him... and not only rushed over, but produced some kind of glowing heart-shaped object.

"What-" The Cadet started, beginning to back away slightly because this whole situation was getting weird - even more weird than the last few weeks had been combined. While everything was slightly familiar yet new, it at least followed some rules. Random weirdos with appearing and disappearing weirdo-friends? Downright strange, considering everything. Cadet didn't get far before the man - The Courier - slapped him with the thing. It was warm and he felt it kind of spread throughout his body and brain, and even his spirit. The pain in his arm and side dissipated. What the hell?

"What?" Cadet tried again as his vibrant colors returned to him, and his memories came rushing back all at once. The Legiana migration, the airship, the dream of bright light - only to awake here in this strange land instead of Astera, the bustling little frontier town he'd grown to love living in. The people he knew, all scattered away like he was. Was I... brainwashed, or something? he thought. What the heck could do that? Was everyone he'd been talking to for the past few weeks brainwashed too? Was this guy - wait, no, this guy couldn't be because he'd just freed Cadet's noodle.

The red head rubbed his head, watching the downed monster and the... smaller, friendlier monster closely but focusing on The Courier because did he mention this was all very weird? "Courier, sure, sounds groovios. I'm called the Ace Cadet..." he paused. "...did you say 'save the multiverse?'"

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

Joshua

What the hell you lookin' at?

Name: Joshua Addair

Age: 27

Occupation: Laborer

Appearance: Joshua is just on the taller side of your average man, standing at exactly 6 feet tall (183cm). Due to his day trade as a laborer, he is anything but lanky despite his height. He's not exactly a circus muscle man, but his body is strong and toned. His dark brown hair has lightened somewhat over the years spent in the sun, making for some mismatched browns in his head and facial hair. He keeps his hair short, cutting it himself when he can't get to a barber. Similarly, he keeps his beard on the shorter side too, but worries less about it than his head. He is Caucasian, a fifth generation Scot (though that means little to him), and it's not unusual to find freckles, moles and sunspots on his light skin. He has a few scars on his hands and legs from everyday injuries, but the most noticeable thing about this average looking man is that there's a piece of his right ear missing from a wayward bullet, a man pulling a gun on him during a fist fight ("fuckin' coward").

Personality: Joshua keeps mostly to himself, the only people he really talks to being his foreman and fellow laborers. Seldomly he'll tag along on saloon trips and make light chatter with the other patrons. Despite his mostly introspective nature, he will help people in need - if it's something small. He doesn't play hero, leaving that work to the sheriff, and he keeps his money close. He plays his cards close to his chest but he isn't a wilting flower - in particular, he gets annoyed easily and especially angry if he is stared at for too long. Maybe his aversion to being looked at contributes to his personality, but he just finds it aggravating. He also isn't afraid to let his feelings known when he gets provoked, though mostly he's a "mind your own business" type of man.

Possessions:

• .44 caliber Remington 1875 SAA
  • Joshua took to carrying a gun ever since the "ear incident." He'd never had a problem defending himself before but the world seemed to be getting rougher. He bought it off a War of Rebellion vet and quickly taught himself how to properly use it.
• Silver Crucifix
  • The one thing of real value Joshua actually owns, a keepsake from his sister. Although mixed with a copper alloy, it's silver purity is high. It's hung from a simple leather cord. He doesn't wear it around his neck, instead keeps it wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.
• Canvas Tent & Fixin's
  • He doesn't carry it with him of course, but his spot in the company's chosen camp area just outside of town has: a modest bedroll, small oil lamp only able to light the inside of the tent, an iron pot and stakes, small blade for various use, and his many cartons of cigarettes.

Backstory: Although not originally from Longwater, Joshua has lived here long enough to consider it a home of sorts. His family - consisting of a mother, father, older sister and himself - moved into town when he was a young boy. Technically a Catholic household, the family didn't often attend mass together. Father was a workhorse obsessed with making money, and what little he made went into the home, horse, and further business opportunities. Mother had a small garden that she tended to most of the day, and focused on keeping the household afloat. Older sister, Sophie, tried her hardest to help out but her true passion was learning. She was away more often than not during the day actually studying at the local church. As for Joshua, he was a rambunctious child... at first.

Eventually Father's lust for money seemed to poison him, and he fell victim to several other vices and sins in his desperation to acquire more. He grew resentful of his wife and children, who he viewed as lazy leeches. He frequented the saloon for solace, falling prey to the drink. When Father started physically taking out his frustrations on his family, the once happy and humble household grew quiet and reserved. Joshua was no exception. Years went by of this sad state of living until it came to a head one night when Father returned home, drunk, and picked up the kitchen knife that Mother took care of so well (she knew Father wouldn't spend the money on a new one after all). At dusk, just after supper, Father stabbed Mother several times and turned the blade on the wailing siblings. Sophie protected Joshua, scooping him up to run and earning herself a nasty slice across her right breast and arm. They fled into the grass, pursued by Father, when a stranger with a gun just happened to be passing by. He shot the drunken patriarch and went to fetch the sheriff to tell him what had happened while Sophie and Joshua made their way to the church.

A few days of healing, a few weeks of traveling, a few years of living in a small shack and making ends meet between the two of them. Eventually they parted ways, though they still exchange letters - Sophie having learned to read and write and teaching Joshua while they survived together. Sophie moved East, and Joshua dearly hoped she wouldn't have trouble getting married what with the gruesome scar that still could be seen on her body. She left Joshua her crucifix, for luck. As for Joshua himself, he had taken several odd jobs growing up and that continued into his adulthood as he traveled around Kansas and other states either digging holes, laying steel, chopping wood, etc. His work led him back to Longwater last year, the company tasked with building a new inn and some new homes for the expanding town. He isn't exactly thrilled to be back, but he's long since put the memories of when he lived here behind him, just focusing on doing his job.

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

Shall I move him over to the character section or do you have specific plans/order for that section? Just asking to be sure since it's not exactly easy to delete a post

"Face Claims" - do's, don'ts, resources?

<Snipped quote by Yankee>

Before I forget to mention it, there is a downside to googling haircuts for FCs. People tend to download and reupload them a ton, which degrades the quality each time they're downloaded/reuploaded. Unless you don't really care to look for somewhat pristine pictures, you might have some trouble finding one that isn't super compressed.

@Kuro

Thanks for the heads up, I'd hate to subject people reading my sheets with a grainy image.

Tumblr is one of the best places to find good fcs, especially if you're new to the RL fc hunting scene. For anime ones, it's a little harder cause unlike RL ones where the celebrities you might choose to represent your character change their looks quite frequently, drawn ones are just that: they're drawn. You might get lucky for different art styles and fan art, which I personally have no problem with since we aren't making any money off of them (some might disagree but meh fuck em).

Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Tumblr and Pinterest are the two most popular places you might find what you're looking for.

@Altered Tundra

I can't navigate pintrest for the life of me, I feel like an old geezer struggling with electronics whenever I even try! Tumblr at least is familiar to me so I'll be using it in the future. Thank you! I agree about the anime FCs, especially fan art when the artist's style can make a character look totally new.

Frontier of the Dead: A Weird West Horror RPG

Joshua

What the hell you lookin' at?

Name: Joshua Addair

Age: 27

Occupation: Laborer

Appearance: Joshua is just on the taller side of your average man, standing at exactly 6 feet tall (183cm). Due to his day trade as a laborer, he is anything but lanky despite his height. He's not exactly a circus muscle man, but his body is strong and toned. His dark brown hair has lightened somewhat over the years spent in the sun, making for some mismatched browns in his head and facial hair. He keeps his hair short, cutting it himself when he can't get to a barber. Similarly, he keeps his beard on the shorter side too, but worries less about it than his head. He is Caucasian, a fifth generation Scot (though that means little to him), and it's not unusual to find freckles, moles and sunspots on his light skin. He has a few scars on his hands and legs from everyday injuries, but the most noticeable thing about this average looking man is that there's a piece of his right ear missing from a wayward bullet, a man pulling a gun on his during a fist fight ("fuckin' coward").

Personality: Joshua keeps mostly to himself, the only people he really talks to being his foreman and fellow laborers. Seldomly he'll tag along on saloon trips and make light chatter with the other patrons. Despite his mostly introspective nature, he will help people in need - if it's something small. He doesn't play hero, leaving that work to the sheriff, and he keeps his money close. He plays his cards close to his chest but he isn't a wilting flower - in particular, he gets annoyed easily and especially angry if he is stared at for too long. Maybe his aversion to being looked at contributes to his personality, but he just finds it aggravating. He also isn't afraid to let his feelings known when he gets provoked, though mostly he's a "mind your own business" type of man.

Possessions:

• .44 caliber Remington 1875 SAA
  • Joshua took to carrying a gun ever since the "ear incident." He'd never had a problem defending himself before but the world seemed to be getting rougher. He bought it off a War of Rebellion vet and quickly taught himself how to properly use it.
• Silver Crucifix
  • The one thing of real value Joshua actually owns, a keepsake from his sister. Although mixed with a copper alloy, it's silver purity is high. It's hung from a simple leather cord. He doesn't wear it around his neck, instead keeps it wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.
• Canvas Tent & Fixin's
  • He doesn't carry it with him of course, but his spot in the company's chosen camp area just outside of town has: a modest bedroll, small oil lamp only able to light the inside of the tent, an iron pot and stakes, small blade for various use, and his many cartons of cigarettes.

Backstory: Although not originally from Longwater, Joshua has lived here long enough to consider it a home of sorts. His family - consisting of a mother, father, older sister and himself - moved into town when he was a young boy. Technically a Catholic household, the family didn't often attend mass together. Father was a workhorse obsessed with making money, and what little he made went into the home, horse, and further business opportunities. Mother had a small garden that she tended to most of the day, and focused on keeping the household afloat. Older sister, Sophie, tried her hardest to help out but her true passion was learning. She was away more often than not during the day actually studying at the local church. As for Joshua, he was a rambunctious child... at first.

Eventually Father's lust for money seemed to poison him, and he fell victim to several other vices and sins in his desperation to acquire more. He grew resentful of his wife and children, who he viewed as lazy leeches. He frequented the saloon for solace, falling prey to the drink. When Father started physically taking out his frustrations on his family, the once happy and humble household grew quiet and reserved. Joshua was no exception. Years went by of this sad state of living until it came to a head one night when Father returned home, drunk, and picked up the kitchen knife that Mother took care of so well (she knew Father wouldn't spend the money on a new one after all). At dusk, just after supper, Father stabbed Mother several times and turned the blade on the wailing siblings. Sophie protected Joshua, scooping him up to run and earning herself a nasty slice across her right breast and arm. They fled into the grass, pursued by Father, when a stranger with a gun just happened to be passing by. He shot the drunken patriarch and went to fetch the sheriff to tell him what had happened while Sophie and Joshua made their way to the church.

A few days of healing, a few weeks of traveling, a few years of living in a small shack and making ends meet between the two of them. Eventually they parted ways, though they still exchange letters - Sophie having learned to read and write and teaching Joshua while they survived together. Sophie moved East, and Joshua dearly hoped she wouldn't have trouble getting married what with the gruesome scar that still could be seen on her body. She left Joshua her crucifix, for luck. As for Joshua himself, he had taken several odd jobs growing up and that continued into his adulthood as he traveled around Kansas and other states either digging holes, laying steel, chopping wood, etc. His work led him back to Longwater last year, the company tasked with building a new inn and some new homes for the expanding town. He isn't exactly thrilled to be back, but he's long since put the memories of when he lived here behind him, just focusing on doing his job.

Ran on a little long but here's my pitch!

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

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Daylight | Itoshi Estate

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"Itoshi-sama."

The Love Pillar looked up from her desk where she'd been drafting a few letters. One to the Vatican to ensure them of Gerard's continued health, though she wasn't sure that was a top priority for them she was sure there was a least some people who wanted to know. The other, to the Spirit Pillar's estate. Fushigi had made it quite clear many times that no one was invited to her estate, but Maria intended to visit anyway. As such, a quick note to be delivered before her actual arrival was her way of being polite.

Maria quirked a brow at the young woman at her door, a messenger of a messenger. "A guest for you. From the, um, the army." Now that was unexpected.

"Thank you," Maria said, smiling lightly at the girl who nervously returned her smile. The girl left to go about her other duties and the Pillar sighed, slowly putting her papers away. She'd been expecting the Storm Pillar's men sooner or later, not the Imperial forces. What could they want? To shut down the church on her property? She certainly wouldn't allow that. She was a powerful citizen despite being only half-Japanese. Would they come to try and take her students? Absolutely not---

Snap. Maria blinked and looked down at her hand where her writing utensil had broken in half. She breathed out heavy through her nose. Whatever they wanted, she'd find out soon enough.

The blonde Pillar made her way out to the small building she used to house guests. She settled herself in, sitting seiza at the table inside. Her sword was at her side, clearly visible. She nodded to an attendant, signaling him to let the Imperial envoy inside. Her visit to the Spirit Pillar's estate would have to wait. She dearly hoped that her apprentices were safe in their mission.

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

SomiBaek

----------------------------- 소미백 -		----------------------------------------------------- 소미백 -

⌈NAME⌋

Somi Baek | 소미백

⌈AGE + GENDER⌋

17 | ♀️

⌈APPEARANCE⌋

With a tall figure to her, Somi is the least intimidating person there is. Her long curtain silk hair falls down mid-thigh, always having a messy fringe to it. She's never seen with slick hair, its always messy and ruffled. When Somi generally smiles her crows feet tends to show, she's usually really insecure about it so Somi doesn't smile often. Her nails are usually always long and maintained, she never paints them mainly because she fears as it could ruin her "natural look." Somi's cheeks are always flushed red and with a pale skin like her's, when she's flustered her whole face and ears tend to blow up in redness.

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SomiBaek

⌈PERSONALITY⌋

| Rational | Gentle | Reliant | . . . | Materialistic | Sensitive | Scrooge |

⌈RELEVANT INFO⌋

“Somi.” Her father spoke again, tapping slightly on his daughters small back. The small girl, all curled up—lifted her head to face her father. She began deconstructing her father, finding new qualities to fill her chest of memories of her tired dad. Somi noted the small tilt of her fathers smirk, the way he looked into his daughter's eyes with love, the way his scratchy beard would drag itself on Somi's cheek on purpose; just to get her to giggle. And, Somi swore, that she’ll be the one to make her father happy--no matter what.

She was 10 at the time. Somi's small body grew closer to her father's warmth. They both lived in a small building complex that barely warmed them during the winter or refreshed them during the summer. The kitchen and the bedroom/living-room were in the same place, the only separate room there was; was the bathroom. Her father would barely be at home, only arriving dead at night when Somi's already supposed to be asleep. Sometimes in the morning he'll come and drop dead beside her. She was never asleep. She always waited for her father to come home, that was the only way Somi could sleep.

The room of their's was silvered and transformed by the moon’s dust, which hung like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of mother earth. It illuminated the tenebrous, star filled sky—streams of moonlight sank into the bed full of the figure of Somi and her father's. He spilled stories to Somi about her mother, a fairy-tale of the life him and her mother used to live. Somi's mother was a beautiful song in her father's memories. Ever since she could remember, Somi had never seen her mother. Her father was the only parental figure in her life and she was okay with that. Since he was the one who was working hard for her sake, just to provide Somi her dreams. Which was to attend college. Everything he was doing, was for Somi alone. So, she never asked for anything.

However, the day her father was off from work, she woke up to chaos in their home. Her small feet traced themselves to the door step, rubbing the sparkles from her eyes, adjusting them to the bright light; Somi saw the one woman who was never in her life. Her mother and next to her, was a small malnourished boy.

Ever since that day, Somi's life went downhill.

Nowadays, Somi lives her life as a high school student. Getting to class early, attending all her classes and bringing several good grades home. Her father is never home so she tends to stay after school "helping" the teachers or students with "classwork", which then she usually goes to attend her "job". Then after, arriving dead at night, cooking for her younger brother and then helping him with homework. Only for her to put him to bed, then attend to her homework.

DARKSECRET

⌈DARK SECRET⌋

"Do you think father hates me?" Her younger brother whispered, watching his father's chest rise up and down slowly; their father's bottles surrounding him as well as unused lottery tickets. Somi squeezed her bothers shoulder, shoving a weak smile, "of course not."

Ever since Somi's mother arrived with her now brother, her father resorted to wasting their money and coming home weeks after drunk. He never hurt the two of them, in fact he never talked to the two of them. He would stumble home, gruff lowly upon seeing the two and falling onto the floor in a slumber. He stopped working and pushed the life of an adult on Somi. However, Somi Baek never had the best experiences when it came from work and job interviews. She was simply rejected on all job offers she requested on applying for. And it took a toll on her as she had to support both her father and brother.

Thus, Somi, having a good reputation at school--took on offers. It started off small, she'd babysit someone's pet, buy lunch for someone, or give them advice. Then, when she noticed that many asked for certain types of requests; they'd bring more money than she usually earned. So, Somi, slowly escalated for blackmailing people, beating people, stealing, bullying. Anything she did was for money.

At first, Somi did feel bad. The adrenaline that rushed through her when she beat up a freshman, was enough for her to realize that what she was doing--was not right. But when her brother's smiling face would pop up hugging a toy she'd bought him, or her father patting her head and finally talking to her; was enough for Somi to keep going. And as the money came in, she took on more dangerous offers. She would come home with groceries and cooking a healthy meal for her brother and leaving a plate out for her father. Who would always leave the plate clean, ended up leaving small post it notes of his thanks.

This got her happy. So joyful, so happy, that Somi got greedy. If her father who never responded to her before but now did, her mind filled with wonders on what would happen if she bought a house(although that was far fetched for her).

So, Somi Baek, sold off her virginity for the first time in her life. And the money, oh the total, always satisfied Somi. She soon found herself in a state where her body wasn't valuable to her anymore, that she was a tool just to get the one thing that her family struggled to have--which was money.

Somi grew to selling her body regularly and would come home exhausted and tired, but her brothers laughter and her father's small gestures helped her keep going.

yay !

@Kautalya

She looks great! I got a PM submission that was #5, so Somi can be moved over as #6!