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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Hello everyone.
So I know it's usual for people to give an outline of the story/plot in the interest check. But all I'm willing to disclose for now is already in the title. There will be no Servants in this RP and it will not be a reenactment of any of the canon grail wars. If a sufficient number of people show interest I'll give some snippets of the plot here so that you can decide whether to move on to the OOC and eventually the IC.
Only casual plus writing is allowed, advanced is OK but players won't need to describe the entire world on every post, that's my job.
An advanced warning - this board might be slow at times, as in, 'extremely slow' at times because of RL issues on my end. So be pre-warned before showing interest.
I'll assume a level of commitment from those who join; hence, I'm not bothering to disclose the plot unless I see some interest in the genre first.
So I know it's usual for people to give an outline of the story/plot in the interest check. But all I'm willing to disclose for now is already in the title. There will be no Servants in this RP and it will not be a reenactment of any of the canon grail wars. If a sufficient number of people show interest I'll give some snippets of the plot here so that you can decide whether to move on to the OOC and eventually the IC.
Only casual plus writing is allowed, advanced is OK but players won't need to describe the entire world on every post, that's my job.
An advanced warning - this board might be slow at times, as in, 'extremely slow' at times because of RL issues on my end. So be pre-warned before showing interest.
I'll assume a level of commitment from those who join; hence, I'm not bothering to disclose the plot unless I see some interest in the genre first.
Name: "John Smith"
Age: 30
Gear: Handguns (usually w/silencer), basic combat knife, light kevlar vest covered either by a trenchcoat or a basic jacket/ blazer
History w/Ankou: A fresh recruit to the organisation. The way he moves and carries himself betray military training, but little else. He has no criminal or any other form of previous records, nor any trace of whatever life he may have led in the past. He maintains that he is just a basic run-of-the-mill merc down on his luck, and that he is only in the organisation for the money. He also maintains that his name is "John Smith", even though it sounds almost as fake as his past.
Age: 30
Gear: Handguns (usually w/silencer), basic combat knife, light kevlar vest covered either by a trenchcoat or a basic jacket/ blazer
History w/Ankou: A fresh recruit to the organisation. The way he moves and carries himself betray military training, but little else. He has no criminal or any other form of previous records, nor any trace of whatever life he may have led in the past. He maintains that he is just a basic run-of-the-mill merc down on his luck, and that he is only in the organisation for the money. He also maintains that his name is "John Smith", even though it sounds almost as fake as his past.
@Zhoren Besides minor grammatical errors it looks good. You are allowed at least one handy gadget. On the grammar you said "of" twice at one point and near the end there is a run on sentence. That's all I caught as I grazed over it. I can't say for sure if there are more.
lol OK.
I assume that gadgets etc. related to a particular job (within the purview of the character's training) should be acquirable within the story?
Hello there, I would like to join this.
Cloud was never much of a thinker -- his trade mostly involved gut instinct, a form of sixth sense gained from experience, and a bit of brute force here and there; however, even he had noticed the delay in the elderly woman's reply. Nor had he missed the fact that she was observing him intently -- which was not necessarily a good thing -- while normally such things would normally not have bothered him, he had been careful not to let the local populace notice the greenish glow resultant from mako infusion in his eyes, as it may lead to misunderstandings.
The delayed answer of course, meant that all was not as they seemed -- meaning his personal features should be of secondary concern -- and now that he had detected one flaw, Cloud started paying more attention to all things going on around him, including the personal features of the lady, and the way she moved and spoke.
'She seems very normal,' he thought, 'except for the fact that she is an old lady prancing around in a forest where there should be undead...... according to her warning.'
'Maybe....' he thought, the edge of his mouth curling into a smirk for a brief moment, 'maybe ... she is too normal.'
"I see..." He muttered, as the lady explained the current circumstances of the witch.
"You two are close... are you?" He asked.
"What sort of people did she trust..... and what did she trust them with?"
The delayed answer of course, meant that all was not as they seemed -- meaning his personal features should be of secondary concern -- and now that he had detected one flaw, Cloud started paying more attention to all things going on around him, including the personal features of the lady, and the way she moved and spoke.
'She seems very normal,' he thought, 'except for the fact that she is an old lady prancing around in a forest where there should be undead...... according to her warning.'
'Maybe....' he thought, the edge of his mouth curling into a smirk for a brief moment, 'maybe ... she is too normal.'
"I see..." He muttered, as the lady explained the current circumstances of the witch.
"You two are close... are you?" He asked.
"What sort of people did she trust..... and what did she trust them with?"
Although there wasn't much of a reaction at first besides a few nods as she spoke, Cloud's eyes had burst open at the mention of the witch, and for a moment, his eyes looked ravenous, hungry, violent - but all that disappeared as quickly as they had arrived, and was replaced by a rather lazy gaze in the very next moment.
"So a witch is taking them, is it?" He muttered, closing his eyes again.
'Guess I've been away from the villages for too long.' He thought. 'Well, maybe the bounty's still there.'
Opening his eyes again, Cloud regarded the woman with an amused look in his eyes. "I know even less than you ma'am."
"What can you tell me about this witch, hm?" He asked. "Any idea why she's abducting little kids?"
"So a witch is taking them, is it?" He muttered, closing his eyes again.
'Guess I've been away from the villages for too long.' He thought. 'Well, maybe the bounty's still there.'
Opening his eyes again, Cloud regarded the woman with an amused look in his eyes. "I know even less than you ma'am."
"What can you tell me about this witch, hm?" He asked. "Any idea why she's abducting little kids?"
Cloud raised his eyebrow slightly at the response of the individual sitting before him.
Though her cloaked and hooded figure were enigmas at first, it was easy enough to figure out her gender from her voice, and her age from the graying hair sticking out of the hood; and to cap that, she looked rather frail.
In spite of all that, something in the back of his mind told him not to mess with her; and after all these years, Cloud had learned that his senses were his best friend in every strange new land he traveled to. So he always made sure to pay heed to their warnings -- which was quite fine, since he wanted little to do with the woman besides asking for some directions, and perhaps occupy a side of the tree trunk for a bit and grab his forty winks.
But her looks and bearings aside, what interested him the most was the mention of...
"Undead...?" He muttered, a little louder this time, as a smirk found its way to his face.
Cloud closed his eyes momentarily.
The word brought back many memories. Memories of old times and new -- of encounters with undead, born dead, and puppets -- lots and lots of puppets.
He sighed softly, and opened his eyes, and allowed them to focus on the part of the elderly lady's face which was visible.
"Ah yes... undead." He said.
Where he came from, undead were not objects of fear, but rather something to be eliminated as a mere hindrance, much like the rest of the monsters which infested the lands. Subduing undead was all in a days work, and one would barely get a chance to notice whether they were any different from the rest of the monsters.
But this land was different -- there were undead hunters, witch hunters, heretic hunters -- the land fostered many different kind of hunters and organisations. Their customs were all strange and foreign to him. But they mattered little.
The mention of undead also brought back memories of blood, so much blood that the dark red was the only color prevalent in his mind's eye for a bit. Vampires, necrodragons, the land where he came from had them all, and it had a certain someone who simply, would, not, die.
But that was all in the past.
Looking away, Cloud balanced the unlatched sword against the tree, and let his weary body lean back against it as well, slightly further away from the lady, before eventually letting himself relax in a sitting position.
"Shouldn't you be more worried about undead..." He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear, but not exactly in the form of a question.
Though his mind remained slightly wary, his body and muscles had already rated the woman as harmless for the time being. So he leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes momentarily.
"My business is in the villages." He said. "Perhaps.... you know the way there.."
Though her cloaked and hooded figure were enigmas at first, it was easy enough to figure out her gender from her voice, and her age from the graying hair sticking out of the hood; and to cap that, she looked rather frail.
In spite of all that, something in the back of his mind told him not to mess with her; and after all these years, Cloud had learned that his senses were his best friend in every strange new land he traveled to. So he always made sure to pay heed to their warnings -- which was quite fine, since he wanted little to do with the woman besides asking for some directions, and perhaps occupy a side of the tree trunk for a bit and grab his forty winks.
But her looks and bearings aside, what interested him the most was the mention of...
"Undead...?" He muttered, a little louder this time, as a smirk found its way to his face.
Cloud closed his eyes momentarily.
The word brought back many memories. Memories of old times and new -- of encounters with undead, born dead, and puppets -- lots and lots of puppets.
He sighed softly, and opened his eyes, and allowed them to focus on the part of the elderly lady's face which was visible.
"Ah yes... undead." He said.
Where he came from, undead were not objects of fear, but rather something to be eliminated as a mere hindrance, much like the rest of the monsters which infested the lands. Subduing undead was all in a days work, and one would barely get a chance to notice whether they were any different from the rest of the monsters.
But this land was different -- there were undead hunters, witch hunters, heretic hunters -- the land fostered many different kind of hunters and organisations. Their customs were all strange and foreign to him. But they mattered little.
The mention of undead also brought back memories of blood, so much blood that the dark red was the only color prevalent in his mind's eye for a bit. Vampires, necrodragons, the land where he came from had them all, and it had a certain someone who simply, would, not, die.
But that was all in the past.
Looking away, Cloud balanced the unlatched sword against the tree, and let his weary body lean back against it as well, slightly further away from the lady, before eventually letting himself relax in a sitting position.
"Shouldn't you be more worried about undead..." He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear, but not exactly in the form of a question.
Though his mind remained slightly wary, his body and muscles had already rated the woman as harmless for the time being. So he leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes momentarily.
"My business is in the villages." He said. "Perhaps.... you know the way there.."
[Theme:Stranger]
The serenity of the place made him experience a strange sense of calm as he continued walking through the forest. He could almost disbelieve that this was a land torn by war and strife, that is, if he had not seen it with his own eyes. The thing that surprised him the most about this land was the fact that magic was looked down upon, in spite of the existence of places such as the Enchanted Forest.
Where he came from, everyone used magic, even himself; but the spells were no inborn talent, but rather came from crystals consisting of life force of the Earth, known as materia, which went into slots of one's equipment, which then empowered one to cast wondrous spells, for offence, defence, or utility. In fact, he carried a few materia with him right this moment, but had decided not to expose this to the villagers in the surrounding lands, given their deathly fear of magic.
He wondered about this fear as he continued walking in the direction the footsteps had disappeared towards, It made no sense that the people here would hate mages so much without any particular reason. He figured that something must have happened in the past to create this fear.
But that was none of his business.
A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered the reaction of the first village he had walked into. He found it strange that the people here did not find him suspicious at all - it was as if the sword on his back relieved him of all kinds of suspicion of being a magic user.
"Foolish..." he muttered, as he approached a rather huge tree that blocked his vision.
As he made to cross over the tree, he noticed the huge branches that were blocking off the sunlight.
'Not a bad place for a siesta...' He thought, as he unlatched the blade from his back and made it over to the other side of the tree.
Just as he was about sit down, he noticed that someone was already occupying the other side. A quick glance revealed naught, as the figure was wrapped in a cloak and hood.
"Hey..." He muttered, wondering if it was the same person who had approached him at the bank.
The serenity of the place made him experience a strange sense of calm as he continued walking through the forest. He could almost disbelieve that this was a land torn by war and strife, that is, if he had not seen it with his own eyes. The thing that surprised him the most about this land was the fact that magic was looked down upon, in spite of the existence of places such as the Enchanted Forest.
Where he came from, everyone used magic, even himself; but the spells were no inborn talent, but rather came from crystals consisting of life force of the Earth, known as materia, which went into slots of one's equipment, which then empowered one to cast wondrous spells, for offence, defence, or utility. In fact, he carried a few materia with him right this moment, but had decided not to expose this to the villagers in the surrounding lands, given their deathly fear of magic.
He wondered about this fear as he continued walking in the direction the footsteps had disappeared towards, It made no sense that the people here would hate mages so much without any particular reason. He figured that something must have happened in the past to create this fear.
But that was none of his business.
A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered the reaction of the first village he had walked into. He found it strange that the people here did not find him suspicious at all - it was as if the sword on his back relieved him of all kinds of suspicion of being a magic user.
"Foolish..." he muttered, as he approached a rather huge tree that blocked his vision.
As he made to cross over the tree, he noticed the huge branches that were blocking off the sunlight.
'Not a bad place for a siesta...' He thought, as he unlatched the blade from his back and made it over to the other side of the tree.
Just as he was about sit down, he noticed that someone was already occupying the other side. A quick glance revealed naught, as the figure was wrapped in a cloak and hood.
"Hey..." He muttered, wondering if it was the same person who had approached him at the bank.
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