Yankee

Our Beloved Dreams of Sinnoh | Pokemon

Although I may still draft up a CS, I am mostly likely going to withdraw as well. Even though there are some characters (and FCs!) I really like posted already, my character concept is pretty similar to a lot of others, in addition to some other things.

Good luck, have fun!!

Harvest Moon/Stardew Valley-esque Roleplay

I would be interested in a chill farming RP ;w;

Our Beloved Dreams of Sinnoh | Pokemon

I've got a few ideas kicking around, we'll see what I can come up with, but if you get a bunch of sheets in and would rather start the vetting process you don't have to wait for me to get one in, no worries.

Cardinal Rift

Rhythmia Lapseus

ℂardinal ℝift

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♪̵̙̎♫̵̣̈́♪̴͈̽♫̴̪̓
"You're wrong. Magic doesn't kill people. I do."

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ℙersonal 𝕀nformation

Name: Rhythmia Lapseus
House: Lord of House Lapseus
Age: 52
Race: Hum̶a̸n̷
Gender: Female
Appearance: Despite her true age, Rhythmia appears to be a young woman, no older than a teenager. Her height is average for a girl her apparent age, and she has a small bust - normal things that contrast with her head of short white hair. Rhythmia tends to wear multiple layers, making her build a little hard to judge, but under her clothes she has a toned athletic body. Her skin is very pale, making the small scars that litter her body hard to see. Rhythmia is much heavier than she looks because one of her arms and one of her legs has been replaced with the most advanced prosthesis available in Croania. One of her eyes has also been replaced with an artificial one, and this is more noticeable as the advanced artificial eye glows a much brighter red than the other. _{Inspiration art: [x][x][x][x]}

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𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth

Reputation: It isn't a secret that Rhythmia works as a government sanctioned hitman. Because she specializes in taking down mages, many Mageborn feel uncomfortable around her - though her dark, stoic nature makes pretty much everyone uncomfortable. To some, she is a powerful force to be used against rouge mages, but to those that know her better, Rhythmia is seen more like a quiet, complicated protector.
Alignment: Neutral
Skills:

• Skilled hand-to-hand combatant
• Proficient with many kinds of weapons, including blades and guns
• A fairly good dancer, though she doesn't often do it anymore

Backstory:

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Born with a gate, Rhythmia had high hopes placed upon her to become the next Lord of House Lapseus. Scholars and tutors of all kinds were ushered into the estate in order to instruct both Rhythmia and her twin sister Melodia in all kinds of knowledge. However, it soon became clear that although Rhythmia was blessed with a gate, she was not exactly the brightest student. She struggled to retain more complex information, and she would much rather have been outside playing or even helping servants with chores than studying. After a few years, all of House Lapseus knew this: Rhythmia was blessed with a strong body, while Melodia was blessed with strong mind.

The decision of the family to officially endorse Melodia as the future Lord was set in stone when, on a family outing into a town that despised the current Lord, an aggravated citizen threw a bottle at the family's patriarch only for it to miss and shatter on Rhythmia's face, destroying her right eye.

After that incident the tutors of House Lapseus didn't drill Rhythmia quite as hard anymore. She received a pretty prosthetic eye, and she was told not to bother Melodia during the other girl's studies. During their childhood, the Lapseus twins hadn't been close. They grew further apart as Melodia prepared to take control of the house with the court date of their father for his crimes looming ever closer.

Rhythmia was a happy and hopeful child most of the time. She wanted to find some way to contribute to the family, especially after Melodia officially ascended as the Lord of house Lapseus. To that end, she left the estate with only a single servant, looking for some cause she could help. The servant, Huston, was a talented martial artist and one of the estate's guardsmen at the time. They traveled for months around the continent, far away from the lands of Lapseus because they trusted Melodia to take care of everything. Despite their distant relationship, Rhythmia had complete faith in her sister's abilities. However, when Rhythmia returned to the estate, she found an awful scene.

The guilt she felt at leaving her sister alone to bear the burdens of becoming a house Lord so young, dealing with the fallout of their corrupted family's actions, weighted heavy on Rhythmia. Again she left the estate, this time searching for the man or monster that had visited her home. It took a long time, but she found him...

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...after that, Rhythmia gradually changed. She who was once a warm person became a cold one. She had a singular focus for most of the following years: restore House Lapseus, protect and aid Melodia. She enlisted in the Croanian military, and after a decade ended up with a storied career. She was an especially adept mage killer, and though she held no real animosity for mageborn, she leaned into this niche hard. Many leaders made use of her skill, and she became renowned as a hunter of rogue mages.

Now, in the present, she has officially retired from service but remains a contract killer. She is publicly hired by Lords or all houses, military officials, and company CEOs to track down rogue mages and "enemies of the state," although she does accept private jobs with no name attached if the price is right.

She will be attending the peace talks alongside her sister Melodia. Though she is technically the second Lord of the House, she thinks of herself more as Melodia's second bodyguard for the event.

Miscellaneous: Rhythmia also accepts under the table hits from any source under the alias "Exultant," though her fees are quite high.

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𝕄agic

Gate: Electricity
Flow: Low
Favour: Low
Field: Can only generate electricity at most one foot (31cm) away from her body.

Other Magic: ?̸̪̆̀̈́?̴̡̫̭̲͕̀́?̷̟͓̲͔̃̍̓͜

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𝕋echnology

Equipment:

• Bionic Eye ver. Alkestis II
  • A right eye. Some of the most advanced technology available. The eye feeds Rythmia real-time field information directly into her brain. The information the eye can read includes but is not limited to: wind speed and direction, temperature and humidity, detecting magic use, the level of it and the direction it came from, sight in different frequencies, etc.
• Bionic Arm ver. Ariadne
  • A left arm. It is made of an Aterium skeleton with a hard rubber protective coating. The outermost layer is a hard metal alloy used during jobs, or a stitching of preserved flesh during down-time. Either way, the arm allows for greater strength and enhanced reaction speed. Has a blade attachment.
• Bionic Leg ver. Atalante
  • A right leg. It is made of an Aterium skeleton with a hard rubber protective coating. The outermost layer is always hard metal alloy. The leg allows for greater strength and speed, and features a heel-like shape capable of clamping down. Also has a blade attachment - in the knee.
• EM-15 Coil Guns "KERES"
  • A handgun that fires rounds via electromagnet. Used the most often of Rhythmia's guns, as the rest are less than subtle and ill-suited to indoor work. KERES is not a single gun, but instead shorthand for all of her coil guns. A single gun is called KER.
• AM46 Railgun "TENEBRAE"
  • A man portable rail gun. Using an electromagnetic force it is capable of launching precision rounds at incredibly deadly speeds. Despite it's 'portable' nature, it is still very large - larger than Rythmia herself, though she is able to carry it around with no problem. Takes a little while to charge up, but once ready it is a powerful, long range weapon.
• CG Pressurized Rifle "THANATUS"
  • A long barreled rifle that utilizes pressurized gas to launch rounds with unbelievable force. Has a strong kick back, and Rythmia has to take special preparations to use it effectively, which makes it near useless in the hands of anyone else. The gas super chills the rounds as it fires them.

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ℍouse 𝕀nfo

In-depth House info on Melodia's sheet

hellohellohellohellohell	House NPC
	Huston Greer age: 54 ❀ gender: M ❀ house: Lapseus ❀ gate: none height: tall ❀ build: hunk ❀ notable features: outspoken mage-hater "You look like you're in need of a good laugh or good whooping. Which is it?" The head of security for the Lapseus estate. Huston has been with the family since he was sixteen years old. He personally vets all servants working in the estate, and he handles all guests in person as well. He is very thorough and takes his job seriously, having remained loyal to House Lapseus for over four decades. He accompanied Rhythmia during her first time traveling, but did not go with her while she was seeking the "mysterious stranger." He regrets this. Huston is a jovial person overall and enjoys telling silly stories or corny jokes to lighten the mood when it's needed. He has a good relationship with both Lords of House Lapseus and Melodia's personal bodyguard, Vati, as well as the rest of the staff and servants. Many see him as a "fun grandpa" - but don't be fooled, he is a master of combat and can kick almost anyone's ass. Once upon a time he was in love with Rhythmia, but nothing came of it.

Cardinal Rift - A Fantasy/Sci-fi adventure! [STILL RECRUITING]

We talked before so you know I'm definitely in~

✲ Thalam Online ✲

@SilverPaw@Aviaire@Heyitsjiwon@Cu Chulainn

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"Huh? More adventurers? Jeez, took ya long enough."

As most of the players moved into and throughout the town of Bellview, they were hit with a roadblock. The barracks, where their tutorial quest completion arrow was guiding them, was mobbed with players and NPCs of all kinds, and entering it willy-nilly was grounds for a guardsman beat-down. Still, some of the clever players found a way in.

Vesper, the Fae ranger, was guided in by one of the many guards found about town. If the tall blonde guardswoman was one for words, it would have been obvious she was happy to do it. Bellview was in dire need of more hands to take on quests, and any adventurers that simply asked a way in would find one.

Neres, another Fae, would find her way in by screaming in the middle of a shopping plaza for aid. Many passerbys stared at her tussled clothes and hair and simply laughed in her face. Even some of the town guides and guardsman, whose job it was to lead players into the barracks, jeered at her and turned away. The guild didn't need such... low-level troublemakers! After some time, an unscrupulous looking guide approached the woman.

"I'll get you in, but yer gonna owe me."

Ukkonen, already a semi-infamous rouge rogue, explored the town with an eye and ear out for the things that interested him most: getting into the barracks to turn in his quest, and any sign of how to advance his class. It wasn't long until he heard the commotion of Neres shouting. A quick peek in that direction, and he might have just found two leads at once.

Lothair, for his part, was also one of the clever players to ask around the guildhall and find a guard to lead them in. The guardsman looked Lothair up and down for a moment before he nodded. "Sure, you look capable enough. Follow me." With that, the guard hefted his spear and started off toward the barracks. He made some light conversation as they traveled, but it wasn't far.

The inside of the barracks, though one of the four had briefly seen it already, was made of brick and stone. It might have been called 'cozy' if the tensions within weren't running high. There were guardsman pacing about, some chatting nervously, but some not bothered at all by whatever had their comrades disturbed. A few of the guardsman recognized Neres and gave her the stink eye, but didn't try to throw her out again.

"Tu's office is right at the end of the hall," the guardswoman said to Vesper and the group at large, "Good luck." With that, she and the other two guides exited the barracks, leaving the players alone to venture down the hallway. Once inside, Tu Tuari Al herself - identified by those that still had their quest arrows turned on - leaned against her desk. She had a sly grin on her face as she sized the group up.

"Finally! Do ya know how hard it's been to find good help these days? Here, gimmie those jellies ya should have brought and take one of those." She gestured to a pile of little badges on her desk. They were barely an inch (2.5cm) across, and somehow clipped easily onto any kind of armor should the players want to display them. Upon entering the inventory, the badges were named: Tutorial Completion Badge!

"Slimes might have big health pools, but they're easy pickings. I need people I think can handle an actual fight. We've had a bit of a... wolf problem recently. If you complete this quest, come back and we'll talk. By the way, those badges should get ya back into the barracks with no problem."

"Wolf Problem"
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^{You have been tasked with slaying 5 wolves of any kind by Tu Tauri Al. Upon completion, players will be awarded: 75 XP, 40 copper, and Wolf Pelt Cloak.}

"Got it? Good. Any questions, ask Fumb out front. Big armored guy, can't miss 'im. Break a leg out there." And just as quickly as they were ushered in, the players were sent back out. Tu was the quest giver, certainly, but she had no time for greenhorns. Fumb and the rest of the guardsmen would take care of them.

World of Light

Word Count: 528 (+1 exp)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 6/20
Location: Land of Adventure
Stress Level: 15

"Thanks," Cadet said quickly, taking the grapeshot Geralt offered him. He ducked out of the way of the reaching arm of a husked farmhand as he loaded it into the slinger. Although it was of unfamiliar make, Cadet could easily tell what it was: an explosive. A bomb of this size would do very little if any damage to the Brachydios' hide, but it would come in handy in other ways - and soon. When the Witcher asked how to kill the monster, the Cadet couldn't help but bark out a short laugh even in the tense situation (or maybe because of it). Just like every other monster he knew, the tried and true method was "hit it until it dies," but, that's definitely not the information the other man was looking for.

"Attacking it's legs might make it fall, and it's head and arms get really weak when they're damaged or broken!" He paused to bash another husk with his shield, sending it toppling into a few others of it's kind. "'Course, that's where all it's slime is, so!" Truly, the Brachydios was a dangerous beast. Feeding info to Geralt was a little surreal for Cadet, as while he was well used to fighting alongside white-haired veterans, it was usually himself that was asking the questions. That thought brought a little cheeky grin to his face, but before he could think of anything else to say about the monster in front of them, a 'monster' of sorts came flying from behind.

The sight of the massive Bowser soaring through the air and becoming even more massive as he did so was quite the experience. Ace Cadet would have whooped in excitement if there weren't a sudden blast of flames headed his way. He brought his arms up in time to avoid getting burned, but his fancy new gauntlets and the edges of his armor were singed.

"Hey! Cadet shouted. Even if fire like that wouldn't kill him, a little warning would have been nice. As he shook off the embers he had a mind to tell the Koopa King exactly that, but when he looked over what he saw was a bruised face (and likely ego) surrounded by the Brachydios' volatile slime. "Hey! The slime - !"

Boom! Well, he warned them. He hoped that since apparently Bowser had some kind of flame-element to him, the explosions would do less damage to him than the Brute Wyvern's pummeling did. Still, just a quick glance between the two giants and he could tell the Brachydios was gearing up for round two with the King. With a slight nod to Geralt and Euden, Ace Cadet announced, "I'm gonna draw it's attention!"

He took off toward the monster's flank, trying to avoid the husks as not to slow down, but cutting his way through any that got too close. Hopefully if he could distract it, it would give Bowser time to regroup and the other two an opening to close in on it's weak points. Once close enough, the Cadet aimed the slinger on his arm and fired off the grapeshot the Witcher had given him, launching the thing at the Brachydios' face.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Belisendé
Daybreak | Fortress' South Side

Yes! The archer in the window was down. Although she couldn't be sure there weren't more inside the fort, or if the other brigands were trained at all in archery and might pick up their fallen comrades' bow, Bel was feeling reinvigorated now that the ranged threats had been dealt with. It meant not only her allies, but herself was safer now too. Ah, stop thinking like that! You're part of team now! Her mount was turning back towards the Southern entrance before Bel even gave the command, perhaps anticipating her direction or maybe just looking for action itself. Sunbeam swiftly carried her back into the fray, the pair of them catching sight of not only the two new enemies rushing out of the fort, but also Trace who'd apparently gotten by her while she was taking down the archer. The lancer's appearance helped bolster her confidence - between him, Branna and Mors, she doubted they would have very much trouble getting into the stronghold. The sound of an explosion on the other side of the fort meant that the others were in the midst of breaching, likely sending the enemies inside into disarray. In that case, they needed to get through into the fort to carry out this pincer attack! Bel rode up behind Trace, shouting a quick, "Behind!" to let him know she was there. Raising her bow, she took quick stock of the immediate situation, and deemed that the axe-wielding brigand was a better target. Wanting to make sure the brigand didn't gang up with a buddy on either Trace or Branna, Bel took aim and shot at the man, looking for a fatal blow.

_________________________ Status: Grazed Currently: Attacking Class: Squire EXP: 55 Inventory: Iron Bow (2/3) Vulnerary (3/3) Stats END: E STR: E MAG: D DEX: C (+2) SPD: D DEF: E RES: D LCK: C Supports N/A

A Gym Challenge-styled Pokemon RP~

I'll throw some questions at ya Ambra.

1. Age-range. Something like 10-15?
2. Starters. Can it be any (within reason) or restricted to whichever region is decided?
3. Gym Leaders. Will they be canon to the region?

World of Light

Another Dream submission! It's 1543 words apparently so less than half of my last entry, but that was my goal - something a lot smaller and easier to digest. My next goal is something in between these two entries, but I might skip out on the next few events depending on what's going on. The Xmas-New Year's-Valentine holiday gauntlet is usually pretty busy for me. Still, cheers! Can't wait to read everyone's entries!

it's just a cutesy date

A Hunter's Heart Event

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk!

Arrows whizzed through the air, finding their home sunk deep into the wood of painted targets. The archery range in Lumbridge was usually busy, but during tournaments it was particularly bustling. Just such a tournament was currently being held within the Ace Cadet’s dreamscape, himself a finalist alongside two other young men. One of the competitors, a blonde commonly seen around the village had just finished shooting, and though he said nothing he gave the Cadet and the other finalist a good-natured smile.

”Pretty good,” the Cadet admitted with a grin. He nodded to the other men as the colossi slayer stepped up to take his turn. There were whistles and cheers from the crowd gathered to watch, plenty of food to eat as the competitors awaited their turns, and it was a beautiful day. What more could one ask for?

As the hunter awaited his go at the targets, weighing his skill against the others and looking over the impressive medal for the winner, he thought, what a nice dream this is!

A dream, yes. There were times when one couldn’t tell a dream from reality while asleep, but there were others when the dreamer was well aware that the fantasy they were living in was too good to be true. Now was such a time for Cadet, who’d always been pretty good at telling. After all, he’d since left Lumbridge with the heroic group he’d been accepted into, and usually when his dreams were coherent they were of completely unfamiliar places, or extremely familiar ones. The town of Lumbridge was neither, but it was a pleasant dream so far, so the Cadet let himself enjoy it.

He could feel the warm sunlight on his skin as the thunk thunk thunk of Wander’s arrows wedged themselves closely around the bullseye. The crowd cheered and the hunter let out an impressed whistle. The other red head and Link were fierce competition!

The audience’s cries turned from congratulatory into encouragement as the red head hunter stepped up onto the platform. His own massive bow made of glimmering green rathian scales was at his side. He gave the crowd a little wave before he raised the bow to take aim. Before he even fired he knew he would win, because that was the nature of the dream… but damn if it didn’t still feel good.

The crowd rose up and screamed in delight as all three of the Cadet’s arrows sunk themselves into the bullseye, splitting each other apart. Ace Cadet was skilled, it was possible he may have won such a competition on his own merit, and that thought kept any feelings of guilt from his mind as he reveled in victory.

“Congratulations!”

“Nice job!”

“I’ve always been a fan!”

Cadet let the voices wash over him and he responded in kind, swiveling and bowing in the direction of the audience. An elderly tortoise, the one who enjoyed putting on these events, waddled up to the winner with a bouquet and medal in hand.

”Good job, whippersnapper!” he chuckled, handing over the first place prizes.

”Aw, thanks oldtimer!” Cadet laughed, taking ribbing in stride. Cheers followed as he made his way from the range. He had a plan in mind that he wanted to put into action.

The room he’d had at one of the local inns still remained in his dream, though on the inside it was a lot nicer than he remembered. Cadet set the bouquet down on a table before tossing the medal onto the bed and dropping himself down beside it. Phew. He laid sprawled out on the bed for a few minutes thinking. Should I change out of my armor? Do I even own any nice clothes? The armor makes me look tough though - well, even tougher than I already am. Hmmm… ah, screw it.

He sprang up to get going only to come face to face with a little flying kid. Cadet startled and fell backwards, landing back on the cushy mattress. He hadn’t expected a visitor at all.

”Oh my Wrog, dude! You know this is a private room, right?”

The little angel giggled. ”No need worry! My name is Angelo! I came ‘cause you spun three of the same number in a row!”

”...uh, what?”

”You~~ oh wait, hold on,” Angelo dug a small parchment out of his robe before continuing, ”sorry, you hit the same space three times in a row. Now I’m here to give you an item!”

”Oh. Thanks?” Cadet stood again, rubbing the back of his neck as Angelo swung his little wand around.

”Ta-daaaaaa~!” with a flourish and a poof of white smoke, a delicate blue feather appeared. It floated gently down into Angelo’s hand, and the sprite presented it cheerfully to Ace Cadet. ”Here ya go!”

The Cadet took it, turning it over to inspect it. From what he could see, it was just a normal feather. Pretty, sure. A single feather couldn’t really be all the useful though.

”What is it?” he asked, and the angel giggled again.

”A Blue Feather, duh. Try giving it to someone you like!”

The Cadet’s head snapped up, a light blush on his cheeks, but the angel disappeared in a puff of smoke. How did he know I was…? The hunter looked back down at the feather in his hand. He tucked it away safely in his leathers, deciding to leave his armor on he headed for the door, exiting the room with a singular goal in mind.

...then immediately reentered and grabbed the colorful bouquet. ”Can’t forget this!”

Flowers in hand, the Cadet made his way toward the Guild Hall. Unsurprisingly, he was looking for a date with the Guildmarm. He patiently waited outside for the object of his affections’ shift to end. She did the bulk of work at the Guild Hall, but even she took the night off sometimes. Eventually the marm appeared, hurrying outside for a chance to unwind, and the Cadet swooped in presenting her with the bouquet.

”Hello beautiful,” he said with a suave smile. Usually at this point she would brush him off and head home alone, but today in this wonderful dream she paused and returned his smile. The sight made his heart leap, and for the moment he forgot this wasn’t real.

”Thank you, they’re lovely,” the Guildmarm sighed. She held the flowers up to her face and sniffed them. Her smile remained on her face as she turned her eyes back toward the Cadet. ”Where are you off to now?”

”Actually I was hoping you’d, um, join me for something to eat?”

Real smooth, Ace Cadet inwardly winced, but to his joy the woman before him smiled even wider and nodded.

”What, no large monster hunts this time? Well, I’d be happy to.”

”Great!” Cadet exclaimed, taking the Guildmarm’s hands in his. She let out a surprised laugh, shifting the bouquet into the crook of her arm. ”Let’s go!”

The pair made their way to one of the several eateries in town, a rowdy establishment but with sweets good enough to sate both of their sweet tooths. Inside, people pit their little pets against each other. It made for nice entertainment as the pair ordered and sat down at a little tablet against the wall.

They sat in silence for the first few minutes, enjoying the food and the battles, and though the Cadet was itching to say something he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Earlier in the day, he’d had complete control over his dream, but the shock of the Guildmarm actually reciprocating his feelings had taken over his thoughts, and he fell hard into the illusion.

”What is it?” the Guildmarm asked, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. She fidgeted under the Cadet’s stare and he smiled at her cheekily. ”Just thinkin’ about how cute you are.”

”Hey,” she warned, but even the cup she brought to her lips couldn’t hide her smile. The Cadet chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

”I’m just… surprised you agreed to come. I’m really glad.”

”I’m glad I came too,” his date replied, setting the glass down and gazing at the Cadet. ”You’re a cool guy, I know I haven’t… always treated you well, but recently I’ve been seeing you in a new light.”

”Ah, this is too good to be true,” the hunter sighed, and a chuckle from across the table made him flush. ”Uh, I didn’t say that outloud did I?”

The pair continued their chat, and every kind word from the Guildmarm made the Cadet’s heart flutter. As the hour got later, he thought about the feather tucked away in his armor. Without a second thought he pulled it out, and when the marm’s eyes landed on it they sparkled.

”Oh, it’s so beautiful!”

”It’s for you! Beautiful feather for a beautiful lady.”

He held the feather out and the Guildmarm took it, her smile gentle as she twirled it between her fingers. With her other hand she reached out and took the Cadet’s, lacing their fingers together. They smiled at each other, and a thought came to Ace Cadet’s mind, that if this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from it.