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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

...technically, Sett could pray to a god for subtlety. He nodded to Alice, and as the group of people wandered off toward the village, Sett got down on one knee and began muttering to himself, clasping his hands and praying to Fineki under his breath to grant the scouting group a bit of stealth against those who might wish them harm. Half in jest, because so far as he was aware, Fineki rarely if ever granted favours that were selfless in nature, and making it partially joking could convince him otherwise. Or something. Really, it didn't matter either way. And in fact, even if he was called out now, he could use Alice's asking as an alibi for it, since his current guise was as a priest of the gods, plural. Perfect cover.

Once all was said and done, and he'd stood back up again, the people left behind were Geradin the Dwarf, What's-His-Name the Skayleigh, and this newcomer, the skinny human hermit lady. And his acceptably-embroidered self, of course. With that in mind, he wandered over to the new lady, hoping that any charms Fineki had placed upon him were still present whilst he spoke. And in fact, since Geradin and Skayleigh both seemed to be belligerent, he could convince her he was the firendlier of the group...

'Greetings and hello, my good lady!' he began with a cocked grin, strolling up next to the other two people as he locked gazes with the poor woman. 'My, my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? If my companions to either side of me are being somewhat needlessly threatening-' He gestured to Geradin and the Skayleigh. '-I apologise for their behaviour in their stead; we've been travelling for a while, and I think everybody is just a little touchy as a result. I'm Settionne, a priest of the gods, and might I ask what your name is?' He held out a hand for her to shake, the thought only occurring to him afterwards that maybe she could use that opportunity to inject some form of deadly poison into his veins, maybe even magic something into his hand directly, but it was too late to withdraw the hand now, that'd just be impolite.

@POOHEAD189@The Fated Fallen@Banana@Fetzen@Sypherkhode822@Ink Blood

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@Kratesis Yeah, I was going to say. Again. @Jbcool, we're ready to progress whenever you are.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters

...God damn it.

She'd woken up so refreshed, after the downs and ups of last night. She was so glad to have a clear head, so ready to get to training for their next bout of heroics. And then Dean just left. God damn it. God DAMN IT, Dean. At least Collin's power loss was an unforeseen tragedy; Dean's upping stakes like that was just... almost selfish, she wanted to say. For once, she was partway inclined to agree with Margrave's assessment, that when things got tough, you couldn't just abandon your responsibilities, else what state would the world fall into?

But, she reminded herself, not everybody was as obsessed with heroics as she was. She'd never describe Dean as wearing "a mask of audacity and ego", and indeed he hadn't given off that impression at any point... they were all human, and alas, not every human had what it took to do what the Protectorate did.

Having said that, she now needed to pick a new second-in-command. An inconvenience, but ultimately not a crippling blow: her previous assessments stood, and with Dean gone, that left Ira as the next most viable candidate for second. As Elliot and Lyn both began their run, Alessa first walked over to Ira, running alongside her if she took off on that physical task as she talked.

'So, Ira,' she began, as congenially as possible, 'Dean's gone. That's a shame, and I hope he changes his mind at some point and returns to us, but like Protean says, we need to move on from it relatively quickly. That said, I need a new second in command by the end of the day, and I think you'd do a good job of it. You're calm, you're a good thinker, you can create tech that everybody benefits from, not least that amazing power nullification device... I can't tell you how much I appreciate your development of that, by the way,' she said hurriedly, gushing a little with admiration. 'I know you'll do a great job of helping Collin out with something similar, and just... it's great, it's amazing, thank you so so much. Aaanyway, I'd do a more formal interview sort of thing like I did with Dean, but now's obviously a bad time for that. What do you think, are you up to the task?'

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Raymond Haywood: Highway Robbery

And like that, Love Craft was out of commission permanently. Or, probably permanently. What a pity. At least everyone else had more than a fighting chance. And why, what a surprise, both the heroes - Crop Duster and Morales, if he recalled - were just begging to get themselves shot through the head and killed... really, all the remaining mooks were, if he though about it, simply pick them off and... no, hang on, that was not a good plan. He wasn't doing regular work anymore, he needed to leave targets alive. But given the nature of the ex-commando causing his overconfidence, he felt it was a good idea to... ah, Arsenal had him in check for the moment. Best to take out Noble, then; the Captain would hold for a couple of seconds.

No target on Noble.

...wait, what? She was right there, in the open, he was sure she was! He could- no, no, that was the overconfidence doing its thing again. And if she wasn't there, then there was a... he could see him... no, the chances that Morales wasn't where he appeared to be were similar. Headhunter quickly moved to a kneeling position, leaving the M16 in place on the ground and drawing his FN P90 instead, scoping in once again to try and target Morales.

Target Captain Morales-

As it happened, Morales was approaching from Headhunter's eight o'clock. And it was a damn good thing the angle wasn't any greater, because the jerk round to that distance was extremely jarring in itself. And how'd he get there, anyway? It was like he'd teleported, or been elsewhere all along, or... but no matter; he was in view now, armour and all, and almost certainly able to be dealt with quite readily. A quick movement of his right shin, and now Raymond was facing the Captain almost directly.

Target Captain Morales. Aim for the skull. Graze and/or deflect off without breaking bone, induce concussion and unconsciousness. Permanent brain damage is undesirable. Shoot. Change point of skull to target, similar result, manage targeting to prevent permanent brain damage. Shoot. Change point of skull to target, similar result, manage targeting to prevent permanent brain damage. Shoot.

Unscoping to admire his handiwork more effectively, Headhunter decided now would be a good time to contact the other Jacks. Activating his earpiece to talk to them, he uttered 'The Captain and Crop Duster you're fighting aren't real. Morales is down, and I can't get a bead on Noble. Somebody grab the target soon, we need to leave ASAP.'

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Well, with the tau gone, and Hank AWOL, that leaves Depressed and Sophrus as the last two to post before a full round.

@Necroes

I was just about to say. @Sophrus, @DepressedSoviet, @Hank, you've all been addressed by Lucius IC. He needs you to respond to him.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@EmzyOfNeverland Nice. He's in the Characters tab now.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka

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Name: Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Species: Human
Aura/Semblance: Scarlet

Blood of the Dragon

Whilst active, Vladimir's blood crystallises inside his blood vessels, boosting many of his physical capabilities substantially rather than instantly killing him; furthermore, the rate at which he generates this blood is greatly increased, and he can forcibly expel it from his body and control it remotely for both offensive and defensive purposes. He has yet to establish the entire breadth of purpose it has, but so far he has figured out that this crystallised blood is rather tough, able to take quite solid hits without breaking, and can be further enhanced by deliberately channelling his aura through it; it can repair injuries to his person far larger and far faster than his Aura alone could, restoring flesh and skin to normal rather than healing them as scar tissue; and it is generally non-conductive to both electricity and temperature, making it difficult to electrocute, burn, or freeze his body or his blood. And, of course, he cannot bleed out whilst BotD is active. Crystallised blood does, however, have to remain connected to him at all times, and will immediately revert to normal blood if forcibly separated from his person or if his Aura runs dry.
Notably, something interesting happens if he injects himself with, or otherwise places into his bloodstream, a certain quantity of powdered Dust (in solution with a liquid such as water, typically) shortly before activating BotD: its usual insulative properties will be overwritten, and his blood will instead take on elemental properties similar to the type(s) of Dust injected. He will therefore frequently use this trick to amplify his Semblance before combat when he thinks it's needed, and he does in fact have auto-injectors covertly installed in the handles of his weapons, typically containing Ice Dust as standard, but capable of containing whatever Dust type is appropriate for the opponent he is facing, just in case he needs a mid-fight boost; whilst this can provide interesting effects such as freezing, burning, or shocking flesh on contact or becoming (even more) nigh-invulnerable due to having rocks for blood, it can also lead to serious health problems if he isn't careful with quantities, or if he lets the injected Dust sit in his bloodstream for too long without activating his Semblance in order to use it up.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, leaning heterosexual
Team: VNLA
Where Are They From: Atlas
Personality: Vladimir is kind of a dick, to say the least. Though he holds himself to be an intellectual and pragmatist, and is at least charismatic enough to back up his smarts when he needs to, he is also manipulative, domineering, egotistical, and generally arrogant, reflecting in how he fights: a brutal, unpolished, and power-focused style far detached from what one would expect of his noble upbringing, more like street brawling than any particular manner of swordsmanship. Additionally, he generally considers most humans beneath him, let alone the historically less privileged Faunus; therefore, he is also somewhat racist, though ultimately not cripplingly so, at least compared to his other more prevalent flaws.
To say the least, he is not easily liked by most; however, he does hold a certain degree of honour in his persona, preferring to duel rather than ambush anyone he does fight, and tends to be drawn to certain types of people who appeal to him as friends, rather than foes. In the rare case that somebody manages to get on and stay on his good side, he is more likely to engage in long discussions with them about his worldview, and ultimately discuss aspects of his psyche that stay hidden from others for the most part. This does not make him pleasant, per se, underneath his generally-awful actions, but said actions tend to be more understandable as a result.

Biography

Vladimir was born into a moderately aristocratic Atlesean family which had recently fallen on hard times. His father, also called Vladimir, was a member of a group called the Knights of the Dragon that had been quite famous in the nation of Mantle before it ceased to exist, but which had since declined to the point of near-dissolution; despite this, he retained the honorary surname "Drakk", or Dragon, and so his son held the surname of "Drakka" or Dragonson, in addition to the family surname of Plasimov. This state of affairs had not sat well with Drakk, or his high lifestyle and funds, and he thus began abusing his wife both physically and mentally, until finally overdoing it and accidentally putting her in hospital for long enough that questions were asked about him. This ultimately triggered Drakka's removal from Drakk's overbearing mannerisms, though these had already left in the twelve-year-old the beginnings of his own rather cruel, if highly intellectual personality; as a final request, Vladimir's father asked the authorities that, rather than being put into foster care, he be sent to live with some close family friends, the Morgensterns.
Unlike the Plasimov family, the Morgenstern family had done very well for themselves in spite of their own allegiance with the Knights of the Dragon. Seeing what his father had declined to, and comparing his own possible future to that if he didn't make his moves quickly, Vladimir made it a personal goal of his to usurp the biological heir to the Morgenstern's fortune, and thus to surpass his own father in every way he could. He started to sidle himself into the family patriarch Valentine's good graces as quickly as possible, whilst simultaneously engaging in psychological warfare against his step-brother Jonathan to throw him off and have him lose face at times when it would matter. He might have succeeded, too, if not for two significant factors: Valentine was a lot more perceptive than Vladimir gave him credit for, often figuring out the truth of Vlad's manipulations with little obvious effort; and, more importantly, Jonathan was not as much of a doormat as he first appeared. Despite Vladimir's best efforts to avoid direct conflict, the two teens came to blows far more often than he'd like, and these fights quickly drew out both of their innate potentials. Deciding that he would rather they make use of their developing Auras against the Grimm than against each other, Valentine enrolled both children at one of Atlas' private combat schools, in preparation for them to eventually enrol in the famed Atlas Academy itself.
This to some extent quelled their battles for the time being, since illegal combat was far more harshly punished by the school than by their father, but Vladimir nevertheless continued to bully Jonathan at any opportunity he got, leading to little good blood between them. This unstable peace ended after Vlad finally unlocked his Semblance, granting it an appropriate name in the process: Blood of the Dragon. He spent the final year or so of his education at the school training his Semblance and figuring out what it could do with little intimidation toward Jonathan; then, the very day after officially graduating from the school, he made a point of beating his stepbrother to a pulp with his bare hands in public, getting himself arrested and his brother hospitalised and in a coma.
Though Valentine somehow managed to salvage both Vladimir's future and his own family name, it was clear the moment he brought Vlad before him that the adopted child had gone too far: he was officially disowned, and would never see a penny of the Morgenstern fortune so long as Valentine had any say in the matter whatsoever. With that announcement practically ringing in his ears, the astounded teen was dispatched to Atlas Academy, having already vowed to make himself the academy's top student, and from there to become a living legend with or without the Morgenstern fortune, or else die trying, for nothing less than this would satisfy his ego.

Likes:

• Himself
• Fighting
• Proving he's the best

Dislikes:

• The Morgenstern Family
• Faunuses, to some extent
• Most other people
• Being shown up

Strengths:

• Physically powerful
• Well-rounded and adaptable combat style
• Pragmatic, in that he is savvy and calculating, able to predict what others are likely to do next, especially in a fight
• Intelligent and knowledgable
• Charismatic

Weaknesses:

• Arrogant to a fault
• Manipulative and domineering
• Master of none
• Serious anger issues
• Overdosing on Dust injection may result in severe harm to his body

Theme Song:

Extra: Around the time he and Jonathan were enrolled into their private academy, Vladimir was given his signature weapons by his adoptive father: Maw and Breath, a large cruciform longsword and an oversized pistol respectively, both possessing the capacity to open up into viciously barbed multi-toothed constructs, closing around foes like multi-directional beartraps with enough force to restrain even a trained Huntsman or Huntress by threatening serious injury to anything that struggles in their grasp. Furthermore, Breath's beartrap possesses the (optional) capacity to be launched with some force by firing the weapon whilst it is deployed, letting it restrain a foe from a great distance, remaining connected to the handle of the gun by a thick metal wire to drag the victim back toward Vladimir for a closer-ranged pummelling.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@EmzyOfNeverland What do you think of Vlad? Is he alright, or...?

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@Mangrale I do like that idea. Your character's name will need to start with an L, in that case. Other than that, I think most further discussion about this can be done in PMs; @Turboshitter, @tobiax, if you could get Mangrale and I into a PM with you guys, that'd be brilliant.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@tobiax Sounds good to me. Dracula and Frankenstein are both relatively specific myths/tales, so a Lindworm-based character is excellent. Now we just need our fourth person to have a connection to... well, some form of monster, if they can think of something reasonably specific, rather than a generic creature like werewolves or ghosts. If we're talking werewolves, maybe Beowulf's Grendel? Or Norse mythology's Fenrir, or what have you.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@Turboshitter That is also a very good plan. Vampire king and Frankenstein are both there... if @tobiax wants to go with something relating to Arthurian legends, like something dragon-related or what have you (and the character is named Lindworm, after all), then that resolves the issue of what exactly your character is or does, assuming you aren't comfortable discussing it publicly as is claimed.