[OOC] Betwixt the Eternal Light

[Renny]

This is great. Hopefully Sun won't shut me down.

I plan on making a character soon enough but I want to catch up with the IC story and get a feel for the whole thing as well. Also, Its nice to meet you all, I'm Renny but you can call me whatever short version or nicknames you happen to think appropriate. I'm a dude in case it isn't obvious from the name and avatar.

[Nib]

I'll extend a tentative "Welcome Aboard".

[Renny]

And I'll hesitantly accept it. Appreciate it, Ink. Even if I'am rejected later.

[Nib]

You're welcome, Renny. I don't think you will be.

[Renny]

Welp, I'll get to reading (which I love to do) lol. I might get caught up in it.

[Shienvien]

Greetings, new person. Taking a brief peek at your latest IC post, I'd say you'd fit right in. (Just ... not too much glorious neon text, please.)

[c3p-0h]

hi there. room for one more?

[Nib]

@c3p-0h, as I told Renny, Sun hasn't said anything about cutting of submissions.

[NewSun]

It's still open, but we're running at 11 (I think) player characters at this point, so make any further submissions the best they can be.

[Laue]

I've been thinking. If extremely "powerful" memories can turn into Memeria, can some of them turn into physical objects as well?

[NewSun]

@Laue you'd have to expand on that.

[Laue]

If certain, intense memories can become Memeria (aka magic, I think), can some of them form a physical object - a weapon, for example?

Honestly, I still kinda look at this as sort of Dark Souls spin-off most of the time, and was just about weapons formed from Grand Souls powerful memories.

[Shienvien]

@NewSun: In my experience, approximately half of the people who originally join tend to disappear after a few weeks or a month, so a few extra players probably wouldn't hurt.

As I understood it, "memeria" themselves already are physical objects - weapons and potentially other artifacts?

Hmm... We're fairly scattered.
- Rook and John are in one place.
- Shimmer was somewhere near where Rook died for the first time (no posts since time-skip).
- "Alice", Maldron and Turncloak are in another location.
- Jasper and Jester and Forgotten are somewhere on their tracks (haven't posted after the timeskip).
- The Prince is in his own place? (One post, none after timeskip.)
- The nameless vagrant and Oblivion are yet to make an appearance (Komamisa said they'll be posting with Oblivion soon).

(I like to keep track of things in RPs I am in - correct me if I misunderstood something. Sometimes it is helpful.)

[Renny]

Important

art by jeffsimpsonkh

Given Name
Lost without his memories, he instinctively knew, almost on a primal level that he had to keep himself together. To keep what little he could remember in the forefront. So he named himself, in hopes that he'd never forget or feel any less than his namesake: Important.

Appearance
Underneath the decrepit, foreign armor lays the angular, sharp features of a dark skinned youth. He appears to be at least twenty or more seasons old, with obsidian--always calm--eyes. A striking scar rests near his jugular stretching across the entirety of his neck, he often finds himself rubbing it in irritation. He has sandy blonde hair that's shaved to a buzz, along with cut-thin sideburns. His body is rather lean and muscular.

Equipment

• Standard Shortsword & Sheathe - Iron blade and sheathe for what seems to be combat.
• Two White Roses - One has been spoiled with red and the other remains pristine and immaculate.
• Full Set of Armor - Decrepit and ancient armor, terrifying in appearance and horrid to look at. It however, feels, if only a little, familiar.
• Neck Device - Rusty and crude, the pain of the needles are pin-pricks on his neck. They are attached by seemingly melded bolts.

Memories

A small voice calls out to me but I ignore it. Looking at the sun and sky from atop a steed, I notice its gray with foreboding clouds. The voice is a urgent cry and barks out to me again, a call for help from a apprehensive girl. "W-Warrior! M'lady is trapped!"

I remove the helm of my armor and with moonlight gleaming through the large--green and blue mosaic--window, lay eyes on a pale, ethereal visage. A woman who's colorless lips strikes me with envious desire and ropes my heart tight with a noose.

With her hand in mines, we rush through the murky swamplands, mud slipping from under our feet as the firelight dance behind us and swords clamor against shields. A declaration of my murder is shouted through the darkness and her whimpers grows louder. Her tight grasp loosens around my hand as branch snags her dress. I rip the snag portion from the rest of her dress without hesitation.
"Leave me!" she begs of me.
"Never." I reply.

Awakening

A whine and giggle had begun to rouse him, shaking him from a slumber that wasn't quite sleep. Oddly enough he staid the infantile noise from his consciousness and for some unknown reason begged for sleep to take him for all of eternity. But apparently the child that made such a noise did not care, for soon not only was its whines stark but so was its deep and powerful echoes. Footsteps the likes of giants rumbled what little surroundings he could grasp, the concept of child being near here jolted him into waking.

He peer out of twin holes at another being. This being's armor was sable as charcoal, its cloak swimming crimson as it battled a creature unlike anything he'd seen. The beast held the head of a infant with large distorted green eyes and a forehead that bulged with underdevelopment. It even whined like one as the man slashed away at it with white-bladed staff in hand.

He cringed from the cry, backing away until he felt himself submerge unexpectedly. In this body of clear liquid, he could still see the gorilla like arms of the child-monster as it guarded itself from a bright azure light. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, not knowing what to do in the situation he was in. He wondered if he'd eventually pop back out or if he'd just fall for all eternity. Pressure was building in his chest for some reason. He rubbed his chest with curiosity, the urge to intake was growing stronger and stronger but he got the feeling that was the wrong thing to do, so he held his breath.

When the pressure grew too much he was ripped from the waters by the armored being and left on the craggy soil, only to watch this vagrant drift away... When he awoke, he peered the orange disk frozen beneath the skyline with interest yet he had refused to speak. He traveled the confines of his environment, keeping close to the shadowy husk of trees and studying the creatures that lurked within it. Luck had proved on his side for a time as he spotted three headed turtles with wings the shapes of flat, human bodies. Fully developed goats with needles for eyes and mouth-less faces and crazy looking men with ashen skin.

As he put the pieces together he found himself making one important discovery. And that was, regardless of the conditions, he was still alive. He was thinking and conscious, he held a instinct to survive and even more so, even if his memories were shattered, hazy, and just fogged-up broken pieces, he still wanted to find them. So in this pretense revelation, he decided to give himself a name that would keep the memory fresh. So from that point on, he would be known as Important.

[OneEyedChurro]

- The Prince is in his own place? (One post, none after timeskip.)

@Shienvien

Yup- heading towards the Turncloak's locale. Probably run into that small group in my next post.

Which will be up tonight.

[Dark Jack]

Hmm... I'll confess that I only noticed this RP because I realized that Shien was participating, and not because I was browsing and/or looking for an RP to join, but somehow it feels as though this RP speaks to me. I like it, I think; it stirs some of the darker aspects of my imagination. I think that a character came to me while reading through the OOC and character sheets, one that may turn out to be interesting to assume the role of.
Both because Sun stated so and because it is quite evident while reading through everything that has been submitted so far (though I will admit that I have not yet read the IC in detail and only scanned through it quickly), I realize that the player count is high in this RP at the moment (though I know from experience that a percentage of players joining an RP that is usually close to half of the cast usually disappears, especially in the start of a new RP such as this). Regardless, unless specifically otherwise instructed, I think I would like to submit a character in the near future. It would be nice to participate in an RP as a player for once, rather than be placed eternally in the role as GM. Yes... I think I will do that.

[NewSun]

@Laue That was the intention of Memeria, they are powerful objects formed from memories. They fulfill the role of magic as well as 'signature' equipment, so to speak.

@Shienvien That is how I see it. Also, i haven't closed the RP to submissions because of the drop rate of players in the first few turbulent weeks of a RPs life.

@Renny Looks good, pop Important in the character Tab and post whenever you're ready.

@Dark Jack Well then, welcome to our ranks. We would be happy to accept you.

[SirBeowulf]

You can join on one condition.

Fight to the death with the other late joiners. AMUSE US. WAHAHAH~

[NewSun]

[@All] I have responded in appropriate GM world-god fashion to Rook and John's situation. I will hold back on The Turncloak's arc until Churro and the others involved have had a chance to post.

[KuroTenshi]

Also, i haven't closed the RP to submissions because of the drop rate of players in the first few turbulent weeks of a RPs life.

@NewSun

>_>

I maaaaaaaay be the first casualty