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Current Say "thanks," when they compliment you and smile. Watch more of what's going on around you instead of staying inside your head. If eye contact's hard, stare at her forehead.

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1 mo ago

@ColdAtlus: Cheems.

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2 mos ago

If commissioning an artist isn't possible, could look into using AI and then editing what it puts out. Lots of ppl are salty about AI art so maybe use a disclaimer, but it's an option.

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2 mos ago

1-liners become impossible if you actually write. What're your characters' 5 senses picking up? What emotions/thoughts do they have as they speak? What body language do they show? No bulli, just fact.

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2 mos ago

In the AI era, you can only get ghosted if you choose to be.

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On CST time, United States. Typically busy most of the week and do most posting/replying on weekends. 

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In To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

But I'm also little worried about having a ton of princely types I guess? I'm trying to figure out something that plays well off the rest of the cast we have so far at least.@VitaVitaAR

Isn't the whole otome genre just different flavors of princely types? All bishounen, all well dressed, all with terrifyingly long hands, and so forth? I don't think you'd bother anyone by being a similar archetype so long as the personalities and behaviors were noticeably different. A sad broody prince vs a brash loudmouth military kid, or a scholarly push-up-glasses type, etc etc, you know?

In To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

We've got like two characters here who aren't actual nobility, if you're interested in diversity then Dime could use some more company down in the pits than just Mister Raised-by-Wolves@Sniblet

"Hey, my Gramps wasn't a wolf!" *goes back to scratching his ear with one leg*

I like how you already mistook Liese for Julian even before the RP starts.@Izurich

I think it'd be funny if, after he spends enough time around both of them, Kai becomes one of the few who can regularly tell them apart because he does it solely by scent, and then is always confused when other people can't. XD

In To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Feyblue

Here's my character submission! Again, I welcome critique or feedback from the rest of you all, since I wasn't part of the discussions back in the original interest check. Hopefully he'll fit in well, although I don't know what traditional "Otome" route archetype he'd qualify for! XD



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P E R S O N A L  D E T A I L S


Full Name - Kaiser “Kai” Underwall
Age - “Best Guess: 14 - 15”
Gender - Male
Heritage - Unknown - Presumably Abandoned, Non-native to Grandor
Magical Affinity - Wind

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Two Way Mirror
Perhaps due to his lack of socialization at an early age, Kai’s interactions with other people are…a little odd. He’s clearly very observant, to the point that his stare often makes people uncomfortable, but exactly what he’s “looking for,” could be anyone’s guess. He won’t often make the first move with someone he doesn’t know, but if they’ve proven kind to him at any point then he’ll have no fear of initiating contact with them–even if, perhaps, they’d rather he chose a less awkward time for it.

But, that first impression is key–because it will often determine how Kai himself interacts with that person. He will invariably, perhaps to the point of annoyance, match the energy that is given to him. If you greet him politely, he will return the manners. If you act aggressively, he will escalate to match your force. Only after several interactions will he act in a more “natural” way–maybe because it takes him that long to figure out what combinations of traits he should be using with a particular individual. Unfortunately, this also means he doesn’t exactly…do well in group settings, where multiple people are all talking or behaving differently at the same time.

Lawful AND Good
The knight who adopted Kai must have seen right away what kinds of troubles his lack of social skills would get him into. As a result the boy was constantly drilled on the Knight’s Code, on ideals of chivalry, ethics, morality, and various laws and regulations. Yet while he might seem incredibly straight laced and logical sometimes, at other times he’ll cast an opinion or rule aside as if it doesn’t matter at all–and if asked for an explanation, you’re likely to get something to the effect of “I don’t think that’s of much help right now.” Rather than plan some sort of elaborate ruleset or procedure to accomplish a given task, even if it would help more people, Kai would rather do the most immediate good in the moment. It’s not to say he won’t ever consider thinking a few more steps ahead. But most of the time, he seems to take the stance of, “What can I, at this moment, with what I have, do to help?”

And when it comes to the question of evil? Most of the time, at that very moment, with what little he may have available, the answer is always a very stern, “I will make them stop. Now.”

Voracious Reader
You would think, given his background, that Kai wasn’t one for intellectual pursuits. You…would not be entirely wrong. But, if there’s one thing everyone needs to know regardless of their natural born curiosity, it’s how to read and write, yes? The knight who raised him made sure Kai could do these, as well as what little math he could force into the boy’s thick skull. His penmanship is still horrible, but he can write. And not only can he read, Kai is an obsessive reader. He can easily become distracted by the words on the page of a student’s book in front of him, or by a scrap of paper that blows past his ankle on the road. He’ll lose track of hours in a good book, never taking his eyes out of it (although his body will actually react to some things without him being aware of it, often preventing a distraction). His favorite books are stories of heroes, and adventures to far-away lands, or biographical tales. Perhaps it's because of his own lack of experiences that he craves them vicariously.

S K I L L S E T

Wild Nature
Kai seems to be physically talented in a way not many youths his age could be. He has no qualms scrambling up walls and trees, sometimes on all fours, or balancing himself from just about any position. Strong enough to hold himself in a handstand, or pull his whole body up over a branch, with just one arm. Fast enough in the water or on land to catch live prey with his bare hands. While his senses aren’t much “sharper,” than normal, he’s more aware of them–for instance, most people don’t pay much attention to their sense of smell unless it involves food, rot, or blood, but Kai can–after some time spent with them, of course–still differentiate between people entirely by scent. Combine this environmental awareness with his reflexes, and the boy proves to be quite adept at making the kind of on-the-fly decisions required by high-paced combat.

Explosive Results
While he might be a prime specimen physically, Kai proves an exceedingly poor student of magic. He performs his particular speciality, the one Spell that seems to come by instinct, well enough. But given an Incantation of any other type, even that of his own element, the boy will never fail to…well, fail–with rather dramatic results. He can learn the words properly, or even draw the runes, if he practices it with dedication and determination. It’s just that he can’t seem to actually do it. Only his own, personal Spell has ever worked out for him–so that’s what he sticks with.

Wind Aura Sword Style - Void Slayer
An unknown bloodline, likely not even from Grandor. A strange blade of what seems to be Valefor craftsmanship–could that be where his heritage lies? Nonetheless, the rare and powerful ability of Aura awakened within Kai, and despite knowing nothing of Incantations or “proper” magic procedure at the time, he incorporated it flawlessly into his own particular fighting style. Sharpening the field of energy into a manifested blade from the “airspace” around him, Kai is able to project a slash from his sword over a distance, or enhance its cutting ability by overlapping the Aura with his sword. However, using his Aura to attack means that its usual “primary” nature as a defense against other magics is non-functional. Its current range limit is ten feet, and projected slashes (Slash Verdict) are not quite as strong as a “normal” slash without Aura. All Aura techniques are intensely draining. Currently only a single Verdict can be used before Kai has to get his breath back.
Physical Description
At 5’8” and 128 pounds, Kai’s build is about average for his age. However, for a boy, his long hair and smooth, pale skin don’t exactly seem the most masculine. He’ll probably be one of those knock-out “pretty boys” when he gets older and his muscles fill out more, but for now he seems like a ripe target for bullying by the bigger boys–may the gods help their souls.

For as much time as he spends outside, Kai doesn’t seem to tan very well. He tends to wear cloaks or thicker outer garments with hoods, and even in the summer he’ll often wear something long sleeved to keep from burning his arms.  Other than that, though, his clothing is pretty plain and generally of whatever general fashion is popular among boys that age, just slightly above the commoners. His adoptive parent isn’t exactly rich or high ranking, but has been at his duties long enough to have accrued quite the substantial savings, so Kai never wants for much. At the same time, he’s not much of a fashionista–and he will literally give someone the shirt off his back if they ask him, perhaps not even so much out of kindness as just the fact that being seen without clothes doesn’t seem to bother him the way it does other people. Fitting, given his background.

His voice is a pleasant tenor, though it’s starting to break here and there. He doesn’t seem as self conscious about it as most other boys his age, but it does mean that listening to any attempt to sing is usually not met with standing applause.

His resting expression is a somewhat neutral, soft smile, just barely evident at the corners of the mouth. His eyes are bright and wide, frequently darting here and there whenever he sees something interesting–and then he stares for too long. He often walks with a confident stride, head up and chest out, and when standing still often defaults to a confident hands-on-hips stance. If he were taller and broader, it might actually be intimidating, but as he is now it comes off almost as playing pretend.

Character Conceptualization
Sir Kyner Sauvage had already raised two boys and married off a daughter, so what more was there for a Senior Royal Knight to do? Well, damn the hides of all those young bucks telling him to retire–dying alone and decrepit in his armchair would certainly not be his fate. Indeed, if they didn’t want to let him do what he wanted, out on the field where the real action was, then he would do what all those lazy sods didn’t want to do–take Wild duty at the End of the World.

The Curse of Fendal hadn’t been seen in Grandor for a hundred years, but with the Wild right on its doorstep it would be foolish not to remain vigilant against all manner of monster and demon. Down below those magnificent falls, the Knights who walked secret paths and set foot into dark, twisted jungle knew that evil might not be so far away as the commonfolk liked to believe. But Kyner was still stout of heart, and of arm–he hadn’t been a House Champion for nothing, some three decades ago–and so with torch and blade he joined the patrol at the bottom of the misty cliffs.

And one fateful day, not far beyond the treeline, he found not a monster, nor a runaway Dark Mage, nor even some lost knight finally making their way back to civilization. Sir Kyner stumbled upon a sleeping boy, sprawled in the grass without a care in the world–naked as the day he was born, save for the sword clutched in his hand. When the child awakened, Sir Kyner found he had no concept of language–or at least, not the tongue of Grandor–and seemed, for all intents and purposes, completely ignorant of the world. How long had he been surviving out here? Who had abandoned him here, and why? 

A knight is sworn to protect women and children, widows and orphans, and thus the obvious thing for Sir Kyner to do was take the boy in. He searched for some time to try and find any scrap of information. But no missing child posters turned up, no family claimed him among the impoverished, the immigrants, or the refugees of war on the borders, and ultimately, no origin could be found. Even once they had bonded, and the boy learned to speak, he wouldn’t–or couldn’t–tell Kyner much about his life before they found one another. So, time passed, and the boy–Kaiser, called “Kai” for short–grew into a youth. And Kyner decided to enroll him as a Knight-in-Training, to give the boy some education at the least, and perhaps a purpose in life.

Kai was all too eager to swear that he would become a great Royal Knight, and save people wherever they needed his help–just like that day when “Gramps” had saved him, years ago.

Other Information

Theme Song: Ittou Ryouran
It’s not magic or prehensile or anything, but his braided ponytail tends to…”show his mood,” one might say.
Despite all his physical prowess, Kai has a penchant to get sick more easily than one would think. There were several times not long after Sir Kyner brought him back to Grandor that he caught flus, colds, et cetera and suffered with them longer than usual. Perhaps, wherever he’s from, the diseases and medicines are different…


^{_______________________________________________} _{P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S} ^{Full Name - Kaiser “Kai” Underwall Age - “Best Guess: 14 - 15” Gender - Male Heritage - Unknown - Presumably Abandoned, Non-native to Grandor Magical Affinity - Wind} - _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} ^{Two Way Mirror Perhaps due to his lack of socialization at an early age, Kai’s interactions with other people are…a little odd. He’s clearly very observant, to the point that his stare often makes people uncomfortable, but exactly what he’s “looking for,” could be anyone’s guess. He won’t often make the first move with someone he doesn’t know, but if they’ve proven kind to him at any point then he’ll have no fear of initiating contact with them–even if, perhaps, they’d rather he chose a less awkward time for it. But, that first impression is key–because it will often determine how Kai himself interacts with that person. He will invariably, perhaps to the point of annoyance, match the energy that is given to him. If you greet him politely, he will return the manners. If you act aggressively, he will escalate to match your force. Only after several interactions will he act in a more “natural” way–maybe because it takes him that long to figure out what combinations of traits he should be using with a particular individual. Unfortunately, this also means he doesn’t exactly…do well in group settings, where multiple people are all talking or behaving differently at the same time. Lawful AND Good The knight who adopted Kai must have seen right away what kinds of troubles his lack of social skills would get him into. As a result the boy was constantly drilled on the Knight’s Code, on ideals of chivalry, ethics, morality, and various laws and regulations. Yet while he might seem incredibly straight laced and logical sometimes, at other times he’ll cast an opinion or rule aside as if it doesn’t matter at all–and if asked for an explanation, you’re likely to get something to the effect of “I don’t think that’s of much help right now.” Rather than plan some sort of elaborate ruleset or procedure to accomplish a given task, even if it would help more people, Kai would rather do the most immediate good in the moment. It’s not to say he won’t ever consider thinking a few more steps ahead. But most of the time, he seems to take the stance of, “What can I, at this moment, with what I have, do to help?” And when it comes to the question of evil? Most of the time, at that very moment, with what little he may have available, the answer is always a very stern, “I will make them stop. Now.” Voracious Reader You would think, given his background, that Kai wasn’t one for intellectual pursuits. You…would not be entirely wrong. But, if there’s one thing everyone needs to know regardless of their natural born curiosity, it’s how to read and write, yes? The knight who raised him made sure Kai could do these, as well as what little math he could force into the boy’s thick skull. His penmanship is still horrible, but he can write. And not only can he read, Kai is an obsessive reader. He can easily become distracted by the words on the page of a student’s book in front of him, or by a scrap of paper that blows past his ankle on the road. He’ll lose track of hours in a good book, never taking his eyes out of it (although his body will actually react to some things without him being aware of it, often preventing a distraction). His favorite books are stories of heroes, and adventures to far-away lands, or biographical tales. Perhaps it's because of his own lack of experiences that he craves them vicariously.} _{S K I L L S E T} ^{Wild Nature Kai seems to be physically talented in a way not many youths his age could be. He has no qualms scrambling up walls and trees, sometimes on all fours, or balancing himself from just about any position. Strong enough to hold himself in a handstand, or pull his whole body up over a branch, with just one arm. Fast enough in the water or on land to catch live prey with his bare hands. While his senses aren’t much “sharper,” than normal, he’s more aware of them–for instance, most people don’t pay much attention to their sense of smell unless it involves food, rot, or blood, but Kai can–after some time spent with them, of course–still differentiate between people entirely by scent. Combine this environmental awareness with his reflexes, and the boy proves to be quite adept at making the kind of on-the-fly decisions required by high-paced combat. Explosive Results While he might be a prime specimen physically, Kai proves an exceedingly poor student of magic. He performs his particular speciality, the one Spell that seems to come by instinct, well enough. But given an Incantation of any other type, even that of his own element, the boy will never fail to…well, fail–with rather dramatic results. He can learn the words properly, or even draw the runes, if he practices it with dedication and determination. It’s just that he can’t seem to actually do it. Only his own, personal Spell has ever worked out for him–so that’s what he sticks with. Wind Aura Sword Style - Void Slayer An unknown bloodline, likely not even from Grandor. A strange blade of what seems to be Valefor craftsmanship–could that be where his heritage lies? Nonetheless, the rare and powerful ability of Aura awakened within Kai, and despite knowing nothing of Incantations or “proper” magic procedure at the time, he incorporated it flawlessly into his own particular fighting style. Sharpening the field of energy into a manifested blade from the “airspace” around him, Kai is able to project a slash from his sword over a distance, or enhance its cutting ability by overlapping the Aura with his sword. However, using his Aura to attack means that its usual “primary” nature as a defense against other magics is non-functional. Its current range limit is ten feet, and projected slashes (Slash Verdict) are not quite as strong as a “normal” slash without Aura. All Aura techniques are intensely draining. Currently only a single Verdict can be used before Kai has to get his breath back.}	Physical Description At 5’8” and 128 pounds, Kai’s build is about average for his age. However, for a boy, his long hair and smooth, pale skin don’t exactly seem the most masculine. He’ll probably be one of those knock-out “pretty boys” when he gets older and his muscles fill out more, but for now he seems like a ripe target for bullying by the bigger boys–may the gods help their souls. For as much time as he spends outside, Kai doesn’t seem to tan very well. He tends to wear cloaks or thicker outer garments with hoods, and even in the summer he’ll often wear something long sleeved to keep from burning his arms. Other than that, though, his clothing is pretty plain and generally of whatever general fashion is popular among boys that age, just slightly above the commoners. His adoptive parent isn’t exactly rich or high ranking, but has been at his duties long enough to have accrued quite the substantial savings, so Kai never wants for much. At the same time, he’s not much of a fashionista–and he will literally give someone the shirt off his back if they ask him, perhaps not even so much out of kindness as just the fact that being seen without clothes doesn’t seem to bother him the way it does other people. Fitting, given his background. His voice is a pleasant tenor, though it’s starting to break here and there. He doesn’t seem as self conscious about it as most other boys his age, but it does mean that listening to any attempt to sing is usually not met with standing applause. His resting expression is a somewhat neutral, soft smile, just barely evident at the corners of the mouth. His eyes are bright and wide, frequently darting here and there whenever he sees something interesting–and then he stares for too long. He often walks with a confident stride, head up and chest out, and when standing still often defaults to a confident hands-on-hips stance. If he were taller and broader, it might actually be intimidating, but as he is now it comes off almost as playing pretend. Character Conceptualization Sir Kyner Sauvage had already raised two boys and married off a daughter, so what more was there for a Senior Royal Knight to do? Well, damn the hides of all those young bucks telling him to retire–dying alone and decrepit in his armchair would certainly not be his fate. Indeed, if they didn’t want to let him do what he wanted, out on the field where the real action was, then he would do what all those lazy sods didn’t want to do–take Wild duty at the End of the World. The Curse of Fendal hadn’t been seen in Grandor for a hundred years, but with the Wild right on its doorstep it would be foolish not to remain vigilant against all manner of monster and demon. Down below those magnificent falls, the Knights who walked secret paths and set foot into dark, twisted jungle knew that evil might not be so far away as the commonfolk liked to believe. But Kyner was still stout of heart, and of arm–he hadn’t been a House Champion for nothing, some three decades ago–and so with torch and blade he joined the patrol at the bottom of the misty cliffs. And one fateful day, not far beyond the treeline, he found not a monster, nor a runaway Dark Mage, nor even some lost knight finally making their way back to civilization. Sir Kyner stumbled upon a sleeping boy, sprawled in the grass without a care in the world–naked as the day he was born, save for the sword clutched in his hand. When the child awakened, Sir Kyner found he had no concept of language–or at least, not the tongue of Grandor–and seemed, for all intents and purposes, completely ignorant of the world. How long had he been surviving out here? Who had abandoned him here, and why? A knight is sworn to protect women and children, widows and orphans, and thus the obvious thing for Sir Kyner to do was take the boy in. He searched for some time to try and find any scrap of information. But no missing child posters turned up, no family claimed him among the impoverished, the immigrants, or the refugees of war on the borders, and ultimately, no origin could be found. Even once they had bonded, and the boy learned to speak, he wouldn’t–or couldn’t–tell Kyner much about his life before they found one another. So, time passed, and the boy–Kaiser, called “Kai” for short–grew into a youth. And Kyner decided to enroll him as a Knight-in-Training, to give the boy some education at the least, and perhaps a purpose in life. Kai was all too eager to swear that he would become a great Royal Knight, and save people wherever they needed his help–just like that day when “Gramps” had saved him, years ago. Other Information Theme Song: Ittou Ryouran It’s not magic or prehensile or anything, but his braided ponytail tends to…”show his mood,” one might say. Despite all his physical prowess, Kai has a penchant to get sick more easily than one would think. There were several times not long after Sir Kyner brought him back to Grandor that he caught flus, colds, et cetera and suffered with them longer than usual. Perhaps, wherever he’s from, the diseases and medicines are different…

In To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Since a number cap has been mentioned, I wanted to poke my head in and say hi. I've been working with Feyblue over PM to iron out a few ideas, since I didn't originally chime in on the first interest check, and I hope it's okay to jump in like this since it seemed like you guys did a good bit of group-brainstorming in the check. I'll be posting my submission for a Character Sheet once it's been thoroughly finalized, and would welcome feedback from the other players!

In Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Travis d’Arcy

@EnterTheHero@tobiax

LOWER DECK 2

“Oi, watch the merch!”

She--wait, was this person a woman? The pink hair and the robes made him think that way at first, but he...wasn't sure about the voice. And the Japanese style clothes hid a lot of other features that would've been distinguishing. But, whoever they were, they stared at him for several long moments before answering. In his coat pocket, the palm of his hand tensed against his pistol.

”Hm. No, I don’t suppose I am. And I don’t suppose you are, either, judging by the cold sweat.”

Travis let out a shaky breath. They walked closer, flicking the blood from their sword. He wondered just what a pro like this was doing on a passenger cruise. A sword meant getting up close and personal with somebody...an assassin? The thief didn't think there were any bigwigs on the ship...or at least, none of the safes he'd hit so far hinted at that kind of status.

”I have business with these hijackers, as it turns out. I’d suggest you return to your cabin, but they’ve probably knocked the damn handle of, same as mine. I can’t very well leave you here to be harpooned by some Neanderthal, so… follow me. I’ll see us through this mess, but please, don’t end up underfoot. I can’t guarantee your safety if you between me and my enemy.”

"Oh, believe me," Travis said, putting his other hand in his pocket as well, "I keep me head well out of trouble..." But the bloodied figure kept going--and not in the direction Travis wanted. "Oi, uh...shouldn't we be headin' above deck--"

There were two noises, simultaneous, yet easily picked out by their direction and style. Both footsteps. Both groups of more than one person. The first sounded lighter, quieter, except for a distinct, metallic tink tink tink. The latter, heavier, more numerous--by quite a bit. Travis's head whipped back and forth--and the latter group proved to be the most urgent.

The sound of flippery boots tromped down the stairs towards the cabins. There was a slamming from below, and the echoing sounds of the engine were drowned out. A cluster of ten divers, harpoon launchers on point, flowed down the stairs, beginning to march into range behind Travis. As they approached, one of the more eager of the divers fired.

"Right then!" As soon as he saw the rifle come up he'd made a dive for the nearest broken-in cabin door. The harpoon tore right through one of his whipping coat tails as he tumbled to the floor in a roll, then scrambled onto all fours. He looked out at the swordsperson as he straightened his glasses. "There's your enemy, and here's me out the way!"

Now that he was in cover, he grabbed the pistol once more and made sure the safety was off. He popped the magazine out just to check--one in the barrel, thirteen more ready to go--then slammed it back in. The 9mm probably wouldn't do much if those suits had any armor, but it was better than nothing. He tried to calm himself down.

You or them, mate, no choice. They shot first--

He stopped, gulping down fear for just a moment.

I ain't the one holding the bloody sword. Why would they shoot at him first? Just to get rid of the easier target? But why get rid of anyone at all--he'd already seen that there were no bodies, and limited harm done in struggles with other passengers. Why did these new arrivals go for the kill right off the bat? And, again, why him?

"Who the hell even are you knobs!?" he yelled out the doorway, keeping his back to the wall between him and the hallway. No guarantee they'd answer--if tall, pink, and deadly there didn't have them too occupied already--but why not ask? Just to be polite, right? He scoffed at his own joke.

In Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Lemons
I'd be willing to explain it a little more, but it's not the kind of thing for the public thread here on RPG.

In Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Hey folks, my discord account got disabled because of someone who had beef with me in a different server. Is there a chance someone could PM me the invite link again?

In 𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (In Memory of My Friend Queen) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Dark Cloud@Demonic Raven

Deeply sorry for your loss, I didn't know Queen well but I'll be praying for her friends and family, and hope that you can all find comfort in the days ahead. Thank you for bringing this news to us, as sad as it may be, and for your work with this RP, and thank you for the kindness and friendship you've shown to Queen in what may have only been a short, but meaningful time.

In Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Travis d’Arcy

CABIN 252

“Bit rude, innit?”

“One…two…not even three hundred?” Travis sighed as he thumbed through the loose currency from a pilfered wallet. He stacked it with the rest and tapped out a couple of credit cards. “Who goes on a world-class cruise with less than a grand? Someone who don’t live enough, that’s who.” A handheld scanner copied the cards perfectly, and Travis slipped them back into the wallet just like he found them. Cards could be tracked, he would probably only get one or two purchases off of them before they were canceled or locked, but if the owner thought the thief only took the cash and left everything else, it’d be easy to believe that it was “too troublesome” to bother with the cards–so maybe they wouldn’t call their bank right away. “This was…cabin 103.”

Every passenger’s suite on the ship had a personal safe, which could only be accessed with a single magnetic card obtained by paying a deposit at the room steward’s office. Unless, of course, you had an awesome power to bend space and time. Cruise ships and hotels were some of the easiest for his powers to work with–rooms, safes, everything was almost always an exact carbon copy, all lined up right next to each other. Once he learned the dimensions, he could wait until a room was unoccupied, get in unseen, and transfer the contents of the safe. But keeping track of where you got what was important–some people would go longer without checking their belongings than others, and if those who opened their safes earlier found someone else’s stuff that wasn’t even known to be missing, it would start a domino effect across the whole ship. And that would be a lot of unnecessary attention.

Speaking of unnecessary attention…what the hell was going on outside? Sounded like the whole damn ship was in the hallway–and then someone screamed. Travis grimaced as he put his ear to the door. Then his face paled. Oh, shit. His head turned on a swivel as he backed away. The bathroom, or the closet? Under the bed? No, that one was right out. He yanked open a bedside table drawer, scooped all the stolen belongings into it–Gonna have to sort ‘em all over again, dammit!--and grabbed his 9-mil lying at the back. Then he vaulted over the bed–just as the first impact shook his doorframe. He slammed the bathroom door shut, and turned. The cabin door splintered inward under the butt of a weapon. The thief ran back across his room in a panicked sprint. Travis drew the closet door shut with a silent click, just as two men burst into the room. 

The adept’s breath was slow and shallow as he peered through the slats of the closet door’s blind. They each swept the cabin with…a harpoon gun? Were they afraid of bullets ricocheting in the ship’s interior? Then again, maybe their scuba getup didn’t have a waterproof container for a firearm? He did see pockets, with at least one knife. And there were layers…armored plates, maybe? His pistol wouldn’t get through that.

“It’s clear, on to the next one!” said the first.

“Not yet! Check the side rooms!”

“Aw c’mon, if someone was in here they’d have heard us and screamed or somethin’! Let’s just go!” There were several loud crashes outside, and the unmistakable sounds of a struggle. The men didn’t seem too perturbed–which meant they weren’t alone in this heist.

“Screw you, we’re doin’ this right! Check the bathroom, I’ll cover you!”

“Screw you! What if they’re taking a dump in there, huh? That’s just awkward for everybody.” The second scuba-man ground his teeth hard enough Travis could hear them creaking against the rebreather. 

“Then check. The. Closet.”

Travis held his breath. The first intruder shrugged, and headed for the closet. The thief backed away from the door. The man’s green, rubber coated hand grasped the handle and threw it open.

“Empty!”

A cyan light flashed around the edges of the bathroom door. Both whirled towards it and jerked their guns to position.

“If that’s what their dumps are like, I don’t wanna see what this fella’s been eating. Get in there!” Despite one giving his companion the order, both moved together to the bathroom. Without even checking to see if it was locked, they both kicked at once to shatter the latch. Less stable than the cabin’s entrance, the door exploded into the room. Both thugs followed, one crouched, both with weapons at the ready. The barrel of each harpoon gun swept the room. Both missed the second flash, back in the closet.

Everything in the restroom was covered in that same eerie cyan light. The tub, the tiled floors, the toilet…

“What the hell?” One of them reached out to touch the mirror, and watched as his hand passed through some kind of intangible wall. He poked his head out next, and saw that the color only applied to the part of the bathroom in which they were standing. All the other fixings of the room were just colored by it as if they were wearing sunglasses, because they were boxed in on all sides.

“This definitely ain’t normal, let’s–” He turned back to his companion, re-entered the glowing area in the process…and saw Travis, across the room. The Englishman looked smug as he stood in the closet, waving at them.

Then there was a flash, and the two found themselves outside Cabin 252’s window, about ten feet away from the body of the ship. They had just enough time to look down before they plummeted into the ocean. As if on cue, the ship lurched with a burst of speed, leaving them behind. The thief steadied himself against the door, then looked out the porthole to watch them struggle.

“Wankers.” Travis sneered. 

Travis surveyed another empty cabin and another broken door. The whole level had signs of struggle here and there, but very little damage. No blood, either. So the frogmen, corsairs, whatever they were wanted captives alive. Hostage and ransom, then. That meant most folks on board would get away with their lives, so long as they didn’t do anything stupid like try to fight back. This might actually be a lucky break for him–the various stolen articles could easily be blamed on the pirates and keep him out of the spotlight. 

He couldn’t hear any more noise on the deck above him–he thought maybe he’d heard someone knocking on a door, and a woman’s voice calling out, but he couldn’t be sure and certainly wasn’t going to go check. He needed to find a place to lay low until either the coast guard cleared this mess up, or the pirates docked the ship somewhere else. But, if the upper passengers and the main deck had already been covered by the frogmen…that meant he needed to go lower.

Unfortunately, the lower decks were not silent. From below, the engine roared, and the deafening echo bounced up the stairwell and down the hall towards Travis. For it to be that loud…had someone left the door to the engine room open? Had the frogs secured that, too–or were they doing something to it? If they wanted to stop the ship before it could reach shore, why not just take over the controls? Travis gulped as he realized the possibility. A bomb?

Then the gnawing fear in his belly turned to an icy bite. Travis slowly turned his gaze. He caught a whiff. It was not a pleasant aroma–but one he knew quite well. One he tried to avoid, at all costs, whenever he could. But in a life like his, that scent was all too common. The smell of blood. And it came, slow, with leisure, down the hall. Toward him.

@EnterTheHeroAnother figure walked through the hall, and in their hand a sword dripped crimson. Nonchalant and smooth, their movements told Travis that this was a professional--the kind of guard or muscle he always made a point to avoid when burgling some rich target’s mansion. On top of the fear factor was also the weird factor. They wore traditional Japanese garb, which matched the sword, and had some crazy two-tone hair. If that don’t scream ‘sod off’ I dunno what does. No thank you, ol’ chap.

He started to duck into one of the cabins–if he crouched low on the floor, he could maximize Trick Room’s distance, and then visualize the spatial dimensions of the ship well enough to move between floors…but that might drop him right in the laps of those frogmen messing with the engine! Was this killer part of their crew? Their outfit certainly didn’t match…but then wouldn’t that be a trend for a leader type in a gang like this? 

He had to calm down. They were already too far up the hallway, no way they hadn’t seen him by this point anyway. Dealing with one person–even a dangerous one–beat dealing with who-knew-how-many. Travis swept one hand through his hair, then adjusted his glasses. The other eased into his coat pocket. 

Travis, chum, what the hell are you doing? Time to take the gamble. Roll the dice. He stepped further out into view as the robed figure closed in, and put on his most charming smile. 

“Don’t suppose you’re with them, then?” he spoke up, wincing as his own voice echoed. “The dodgy gits goin’ round bashing all the doors in, I mean.”

In Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Name: Travis d'Arcy (pronounced Darcy)
Nickname: Schrodinger

Title given to the perpetrator of a rash of mysterious thefts throughout the United Kingdom and France, with one sighting in the United States, whose true identity remains unknown. Believed to be an Adept or to have access to Septimal technology, given the nature of strange boxes on the crime scene.
Age: 23
Eyes: Indigo
Hair: Brown
Description:


Country of Origin: United Kingdom
Condition: Adept
Biography: 

Born to a firmly middle class family that only sank lower as time went on, Travis learned early that everyone wants someone else to blame. His dad kept getting fired because everyone he worked for was an asshole. His mom couldn't find a good job because the economy was bad. Their neighborhood was going to shit because there were too many immigrants moving in. And he kept getting in trouble at school because the other parent wasn't doing their job right. When they finally had enough of blaming each other, they split up, and then he blamed them for his screwed up childhood. The way Travis learned to see the world, other people made life miserable. And if you kept pointing the finger, the blame always found its way back to certain kinds of people. The ones born into the money, or the ones who stepped on everyone else to get to the top, or the ones responsible for the corruption that trickled down from their decadent pools of influence. It was their fault. And the only reason Travis wasn't one of them, was because he hadn't been lucky enough.

Well, until he figured out all the neat tricks he could do. After that? Lady Luck loved him long and hard, all night long.

Money went missing in bank vaults, and showed up in his pocket. He got the hottest tech, straight off the warehouse shelves, without spending a dime. The hottest nightclubs turned him away at the door, but he walked right into the VIP lounges. And the high rollers who thought they had dirt on him, found out just how easily he could turn the tables. He still had the high ground on all of them, though. He never let things get messy if he didn't have to. And the times he did have to...well, those people were just unlucky.

Equipment:

Lens
Left: Dynamo Eye - Increases max EP
Right: None
RingNone
PendantShield Medallion - Reduces damage taken.

Skills: 

Mobility
Run (25 Points)
Jump (25 Points)
Air-Hop [A second jump in the air. Must be gear or septima-fueled.] (50 Points)
Rebound [Redirect mid-air as if wall jumping, or hang in the air at a fight's boundary. Basically it's air-flipping at fixed points.] (75 Points) [Relative to target.]
Teleport [Change locations at will in less time than it would take to get there otherwise. Minimum one half second. Technology or Septima based.] (200 Points)
Combat
Weapon Training- Firearm [Small] (15 Points)

Gear:

Battle Shoe [A soft shoe which makes little noise, but causes tripping in a double dash.] (10 Points)
Simple Weapon (20 Points) - 9mm Semiautomatic Pistol (stolen, of course)

Septima

Name: Odds'N'Evens
Element: Space - Standard Element (100 points)
Color: Cyan
Powers
Lock Box - Element Generation: Field (100 Points) - Travis creates a glowing cube of designated space that becomes quantumly fixed, acting as a barrier or otherwise solid surface. It remains fixed in place, and impenetrable, with a constant EP drain. However, the greater a force of impact against it, the more EP is expended to maintain it. The size of the cube also determines the efficiency of EP spent on it. Current Maximum is up to 8x8 feet, but a smaller cube could also be made denser/harder by the same amount of EP. The cube can be created anywhere within 30 feet of Travis, and doesn't "lock" until it has reached its designated size. In other words, it will envelop objects rather than push them out of the way or damage them. Once it "locks," if an object isn't fully enveloped it will be violently ejected from the cube (think Bethesda clipping glitch).
Shoot Die - Element Generation: Field (100 Points), Self-Adjust (75 Points) - Travis creates a cube of designated space that allows any singular target to enter. The target will then immediately be ejected from one of the cube's faces with conserved momentum. Travis can use this on his own body to perform Air-Hops and Rebounds, or on incoming projectiles to deflect them, etc. Any object that comes into contact with the cube after its target has entered will be rejected as if by a solid surface. The cube disappears immediately after the target is ejected. The cube can be created anywhere within 30 feet of Travis, but is not permeable until it has reached its designated size, at which point it will receive the first target to enter it. Therefore, as it expands it will push objects away violently. Current maximum is 8x8 feet.
Trick Room - Element Generation: Field x2 (200 Points) - Travis creates two cubes of designated space, at least one of which MUST be centered on a particular target. The cubes will be of the same size, currently up to 8x8 feet. The contents of the cubes may then be swapped via teleportation at will. Travis can use this on himself or others to Teleport, and the targets being teleported will conserve their direction/momentum after their positions are swapped. The boxes are completely permeable, making it possible to "miss" a target. While they can be created within 30 feet of Travis, they MUST be within 15 feet of each other. If other objects are in the same cube as the intended target, they will also be teleported. An object that is not fully within the cube at the time of teleportation is violently ejected from it in the direction of the cube's face. The number of objects teleported, the weight and mass of those objects, and the distance over which they are being teleported all increase the amount of EP expended. Unlike the Lock Box and Shoot Die, these cubes "pop" into being near instantaneously.

Build: Tin Battery

Health is half that of Average, EP/Resource increased 50%. 
SP: 2/2 (Sold 1, +100 EP)
Special Skills:

High Roller (1 SP) - Offensive Skill [Damage in Geometric Area] (100 Points) - Travis creates an overlapping Lock Box and Shoot Die of maximum size, centered on a target. Objects that aren't fully enveloped by the cube's size are sucked into it. Then all objects, including the center target, are rapidly flung around in all directions by the Shoot Die to slam violently against the walls of the Lock Box. A higher number of objects inside the cubes in addition to the target will further increase the damage they take within the ricocheting trap."Let us make a bet / A single roll of the die / The outcome: I win! 
HIGH ROLLER!"


Kudos:

Start: (1000 default, 1095 used, BONUS: 0, 5 Remaining)
Total Used: 1095
Total Earned:
Total BONUS: 
Highest Earn:
Highest "Combo":
Kudo net total:

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