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Clash of Civilisation: A Historical/Alternate History RP

It was that strange dream again, the one where I or a different version of me lives so much different world, yet so same. Like from different time. I should speak with shaman before these hallucinations effect my work. James I awakes to a new dawn. Weird dreams have bothered him again. They happen sometimes, like trying to remind him of something long lost and forgotten. Such things do nothing but cloud his mind, and king should always be clear-minded.

He rises and watches the capital of Majorcan Kingdom spreading before him. Palma. Oyster of the sea. Undistinguished by it's looks, protected by its shell, tasty treat for hungry and pearl that wold take long time to develop. The coasts were rocky and harsh, but inlands provided enough food for the people, especially small game like rabbits are plenty. What we don't have on our own islands, we trade with the people from vast lands. They appreciate our peoples skill with sling and the white rock which makes you thirsty. Trade is slow, though. We lack numbers in boats, the trees growing on islands being small and twisted, not ideal for boat frames. It takes weeks to sail between the harbors and currents are yet to map. Merchants from afar have brought rumors of new metals, stronger than bronze. I do not care for such, finding bronze on our lands would be more pleasing news.

There is much to do, and much to pray for. James I takes a handful of olives and prepares for another day of leading his kingdom, hopefully for greater tomorrow.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Kara freezes when someone talks suddenly. He has been caught coming late, again.Getting any more notifications from teachers or hallguards won't do any good for his numbers. And he needs to graduate. By his age, he shouldn't be in high school anymore, but ever since he got his Magical Girl powers, studying was left to sidelines, leading to his expulsion from his old school. Kara though it wouldn't be big problem since he had learned most of the stuff already, and he was now a Magical Girl, so getting graduation diploma from school wouldn't matter much. But after realizing being Magical Girl does not bring food to table and eBuy profits depend too much on luck, he needed to get a job. And getting a job is really hard if you don't have graduation diploma. That's the reason Kara enrolled to LibertyVille High School. And now he was going to get another marking for tardiness.

"Oh, no, I'm just fine. Dandy even. These new experimental trash bins seem to malfunction though. But the idea is great. Trash can that picks up the trash itself. Wonderful." Karas muffled sound comes from the trash bin as he is still upside down in it, his feet dangling in air casually. He sways to side to side lightly, eventually tipping the trash can over. After some rolling and huffing, he manages to raise in sitting and to his feet from there.

"Aah, all better now. Now I shall continue to my class, which I'm not late for." Kara says to Akiza, though facing to wrong direction as the trash can is still covering his head and the metallic arm holding his hands against his body. Maybe the hallguard does not recognize him and still can sneak to class without getting caught. Kara takes few staggering steps before walking forward more confidently. He bumps into a wall four steps later.

"Apologizes." Kara then turns 90 degrees and wobbles forward, hitting other wall.

Colonial Powers, A NRP of colonisation, conquest and diplomacy.

Do I need to come as wild card and stab everyone?

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I-is there room for one more? *kittyface*

Clash of Civilisation: A Historical/Alternate History RP

Snapping some mainland harbors since it was recommended.

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Clash of Civilisation: A Historical/Alternate History RP

Name: Kingdom of Majorca
Capital City: Palma
Ruler: James I of Aragon
Form of government: Monarchy
Traits:
- Militaristic (increased number of land units allowed): Balearic Islands are known for their slingers. All children practice using the sling and it's considered shame if Majorcian can't break pot from 200 yards.
- Diplomatic (minor powers/city states will like you more, help you in war etc.): Balearic Islands have narrow resources, so good relationships with surrounding nations are important.
Brief history: Kingdom of Majorca was establish by political scheming of James I to create a Mediterranean enclave between Capetians of France and Crown of Aragon.
Claimed land (map if possible please):

Map

Name: James I of Aragon
Title(s):James the Conquer
Age: 22
Brief backstory:
Appearance (image or description):

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Personality and interests (what do they want?): James I is ambitious, trying to create his own kingdom in midst of political conflicts. He is also patron of poetry and prose.

Clash of Civilisation: A Historical/Alternate History RP

+1 for the OOC

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Kara just goes with the flow as the robonapper tries to shove him inside the trash can. He was surprised as it lifted him, as he probably weights more than the trash can and the robotic parts inside. It lifted Kara upside down and showed him inside from the top, but only managed to get his head and part of his shoulders inside before his... physical wellbeing got in the way. The robotic arm lifted him up and down, trying to pump the over flowing flesh, which was just undeveloped muscle, just wait till Kara's diet begins to work, I tell you. Kara doesn't resist much, the robo-arm has pretty sturdy grip on him so it's not like he is in immediate danger and this isn't first time someone throws him inside trash can. The grip isn't painful either, so maybe this is new device to punish tardy students coming late to school. Though it seems slightly childish to shove someone in trash can. At least this time the trash can is empty and surprisingly clean for trash can.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Kara hears silent shuffling sound as he sneaks forward. Looking around he does not see anything out of ordinary. But the noise keeps happening every time he takes a step. So he decides to test it. Kara takes three steps, he hears three shuffles. Kara takes one long step, followed by one long shuffle. Kara almost takes a step but reels his foot back. There is almost shuffle coming somewhere. Kara taks two fast steps and jumps around to catch the mystery sound. He is about so shout "A-haa", but there still isn't anything out of ordinary in sights. His face drops to frown. Someone is clearly messing with him. He continues sneaking, listening for the sound. Then he bends forward to look between his legs. Expect Kara isn't that flexible and ends up looking his belly. His eyebrows sink lower, this wasn't a game anymore, he glooms. Kara takes three steps to the right, three to the left, hops twice forward and once back. The noise echoes after him, following his moves. Kara taps his foot to the ground, the mysterious source of noise clanks after him. Kara claps his hands, the metallic clanking follows. Kara breaks to dance, swinging his legs and arms like cabaret dancer, ending the show turning around and posing. The metal bin extends it's grabbing arm and grabs Kara from the waist. At least what it can reach, Kara isn't the thinnest boy in the school. Kara looks down at the metallic grabbing tool surprised.

"O-okay...Oh...I...Okay..."

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

A huffing, sweating pile of flesh also known as Kara GIldeon leans to schools gate and tries to remove it's lungs through heavy breathing.

"I...I...sw...swear...to....morrow....I...get...up..early...huuuf..." Kara wipes his forehead and cleans his glasses to shirttail. He checks his wristwatch and frowns,

"Classes must have started already. I hope teacher is late too." He says after steadying his breath and pulse. He peeks from the gate and looks the campus yard from left to right, checking there isn't no one busting him from being tardy. Then he begins to sneak his way towards the buildings.

Ashes of Gotham

Raimundo Ponciano sits in his office at Ponciano Constructs, reading the Gotham News. Headlines were still about the Bat's death. Clearly GCPD had tried to keep media coverage on it, but news of that size spread out. Personally, the Bat's death didn't touch Raimundo in way or another. The freak never bothered his business that much as it chased after other freaks this city is full. But he took some work load off the GCPD shoulders. Now they need to survive those freaks alone, which means their resources are spread even more thinly than before.
And that suits Raimundo just fine. The chaos of post-Gang Wars have finally cooled down. The Cartel has got back up on it's feet. And now since there is vacuum in undergrounds pecking order, maybe it's best time for Cartel to spread out. There is shipment coming on the harbor from good ol' México later this week. Guys at the docks have been bribed and informant says there shouldn't be any GCPD checks.
Aah, México. I hope they bring souvenirs too. That crap locals call salsa is a spit at my mothers face.

"Senor Ponciano, Mister Roberson has arrived." Voice of secretary coming from intercom cuts Raimundos thoughts. There is no rest for the businessmen.