Daemyn Sterk

Attack on Titan: Corruption and Oppression

If there were one thing that could make Isra lighten up, it was food. Isra impatiently moved up the line to get their meals, his mouth watering openly. Isra was practically jumping up and down over the prospect of food, he'd forgotten to grab a bite to eat before he'd left his father's. As the line finally shortened and Isra was at the head, he let out a loud woop and presented his tray. The smiling man and the smell of savory stew plastered a smile onto Isra's face, too. When his tray was pushed back to him filled with stew and bread, Isra resisted for a moment and thrust his hand out towards the chef, as to shake his hand. This is a man that he'd like to know better! With the smile still spread across his features, Isra began to speak.

"Hi! Isra Aceline, nice to meet you! Thank you for the food, it looks delicious!"

Though Isra wasn't fond of all of the noble pleasantries that he had learned from his childhood, there was no reason not to be polite. Definitely to the man giving out the food! As Isra turned with his tray now laden with food, he peered across the room for a place to sit. Spotting an open seat, Isra quickly made his way over to where Joseph and Jay were sitting and sat down. Plopping down his tray, Isra smiled at the two and introduced himself. "Hi there, I'm Isra!" Without really waiting for a response, he'd continue, "So what part of the military are you two looking to join? I'm gonna be in the Surve-...Mm!". Unconsciously, Isra's hand had moved down towards the soup, and as he was speaking he had gulped down a nice spoonful of it. His prior conversation abandoned, Isra seemingly forgot about the two he had sat by and focused all his attention on the soup, beginning to gulp it down greedily.

Attack on Titan: Corruption and Oppression

Sorry for not posting anything for awhile guys, but I'll get myself active again and start up a post! :3

Dehumanized

Hmm, okay my character would start out near one of the forests there, but I'm not sure which.

Dehumanized

Chattanooga sounds perfect to me! I already know what I'm going to write about for my first post, in fact I'm so excited for this that I may start writing early! xD

Dehumanized

My character is set in a rather small town near a forest, but that can be anywhere. I can have him make his way to most starting places with no problem.

Attack on Titan - Flügel von Freiheit

Oo, I have a character that I made for an Attack on Titan roleplay that I never ended up playing as, would you mind if I used him?

Isra Aceline

Appearance:

Isra stands at a mostly average height, around 5'8. He's very lean in figure and has rather slopey shoulders. Not much meat on him, which means there's not much muscle either.

Name: Isra Aceline

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Hometown: Mitras

Nationality: Caucasian

Rank: Cadet

Personality: You know those dogs that are overly excited about every single aspect of life and loves everything? Well, Isra's not a dog, but he's like that. Except around fancy, poofy suits that smell like flowers, Isra has a mortal fear for those. But yeah, let's stop joking. Isra is a fun-loving and adventurous individual, often coming off as quite reckless. He has a curiosity that cannot be satiated unless he learns absolutely every aspect of a certain thing. He's quite naive, often taking the words of others at face value. Though, don't mistake this for him being dull, because he's not. Isra is surprisingly observant, able to pick out small details that many wouldn't. Isra is usually quite kind to others, and doesn't hold a grudge. He has a mindset that makes him believe that he's protected from all harm, often not going through the lengths of caution. Can be arrogant and daft at times, too. Isra is rebellious, and freedom is his goal in life. Quite imaginative, often exaggerating his stories and embellishing his accomplishments. Isra has faced the horrors of the capital and its noblemen, but titans are another story.

Bio: Isra was born of the unlikely union between a higher up nobleman and a lowly prostitute of the underground city. A noble disaster. Awoken one morning by the cries of an infant, the nobleman was dumbfounded to find a mewling newborn on his doorstep. Taking the boy inside, he had no idea what to do with the pathetic thing. How had the thing even made it onto his doorstep? Being well into middle age, and a gluttonous pig, he had never thought about having a child. Preparing to dispose of Isra in his proper place, the garbage, the baby suddenly started giggling. Confused, the nobleman watched the baby. For a moment, all was silent, and then he too was giggling. Perhaps this wouldn't end out too badly, he could always use a laugh, and if anything he did need an heir to his fortune. Besides, it couldn't be that hard to take care of a baby, right?

By the time Isra was a year and a half years old, the nobleman had long past decided that this was the worst decision of his life. He couldn't go back now, the baby was already signed into his wills and all that legal bologna. And besides, it would be much harder to dispose of a child that's been around so long, he wouldn't be able to explain the absence. Ever since Isra was first stuffed into fancy dress clothing, he rebelled. At first that meant a whole lot of drooling, spitting, and punching, but once he got older, that changed. Isra rebelled from the start, and he was a nightmare for anyone within his vicinity. I'll leave it to your imagination when it comes to exactly what he did, but if you can imagine it, there's high possibilities that he did it. Throughout his life, Isra has had one dream. Freedom. And he'd never get the freedom that he longed for stuffed up in fancy clothing and waltzing around noble parties. The Survey Corps always called out to him, filling his mind with fantasies of adventure and excitement. Perhaps those fantasies would come true, but not likely in the way that Isra expects.

Major Skill: None, as of yet

Minor Skill: None of these, either. There isn't much he really excels in at the moment.

Relationships: Father - Greedy nobleman, has a distasteful relationship with him, though still loves him as a father.

Any interesting information: Any kind of poofy or dressy clothing will make Isra run miles.

Final Fantasy VI: Rise Again

Sweet, both of you are accepted! Sorry for the late reply, I've been a bit busy and didn't check back until now. I'm a little late in getting my own CS up, but it'll come. This is going nice so far, and we'll get it off the ground sooner or later. I'm a bit new to GMing, so if anyone has any advice or things that they'd like to see in the roleplay, don't hesitate to share. Thanks everyone for taking interest!

Dehumanized

Oo, this looks like it'd be a lot of fun! Count me in. :)

Quest Abbott

Name: Quest Abbott

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: A self bow and arrow, and a hunting knife.

Skills: Though nowhere near an expert, Quest is proficient in the arts of tracking and hiding one's tracks. He's a strange mixture of agile and clumsy, able to climb trees and start up a swift run with ease, though also tending to bump into objects and lose his footing, resulting in him tripping. Due to his small body size, Quest lacks any natural strength, though years of bow shooting, running, and climbing has helped counter that, though he still wouldn't hold up in much of a melee fight. Quest is quite a good shot with his bow due to his heightened perception, which makes him a great hunter. Able to keep light on his feet and quiet, and can be quite swift for being such a small size. Can read and write to a certain extent, though can't do much in the ways of mathematics. Though not stupid, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed either. Able to skin most animals with ease. Quest isn't very endurant and can't keep up a run for very long.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Quest has heightened perception allowing him to spot many things that another would not, this shows in his unusually large eyes.

Appearance: Quest is short, standing at a mere 5'2 in height. He's small in figure and isn't very muscular or any of that. He's slight in width and has sloping shoulders. Quest has medium length red-orange hair that's cut unevenly and hangs just above his neck. Unusually large, light green eyes. For clothing, Quest usually wears a long-sleeved hooded jacket that's way too long for him, nearly reaching his knees, and a pair of baggy cargo pants along with ankle high work boots. Always wears a rabbit-foot necklace.

Brief Personality: On the outside, Quest is rash and reckless, not thinking about the consequences of his actions. Quick to anger and assume, Quest can be seen as arrogant. He's open-going and adventurous, always curious about his surroundings, a trait that often gets him into trouble. Though on the inside, Quest is different, self-conscious to a fault and hesitant when it comes to important decisions. Stubborn.

Background: Quest was born five years after the events of World War Three, the cruel world blackened by war being all that he knows. Growing up in a little settlement trying to salvage civilization, Quest never knew his real parents. No one ever knew who his real father was, birth was too much for Quest's mother, resulting in her death. With no one else to take care him in, it then had to be decided whom would be the boy's provider. A grizzled old hunter volunteered for this duty and decided to take the boy in as his own.

The hunter, Al, raised Quest in a rough, though caring household. He was unforgiving when it came to punishing the boy, though he always looked out for him. Quest grew up learning the ins and outs of hunting and tracking, learning to provide for himself and others. Though the physical work wasn't kind to Quest, he pushed past his limitations and kept on going. It was from Al that Quest adopted his resolute nature, vowing to never give in.

Quest was always an explorer, often escaping from the settlement to explore the lands outside. This often led him into trouble, accidentally venturing upon all kinds of dangerous creatures. Alas, it wasn't the creatures that ended Quest's peaceful life in the settlement, it was humanity. It was when Quest was 15, off on one of his little adventures outside the settlement, that he saw smoke coming from the distant direction of his little town. By the time that Quest had made it back to the village, it was too late to do anything. The settlement had been pillaged and destroyed, the inhabitants left maimed or dead, left to the unforgiving nature of the land around them. Al must of caused some trouble for the bandits, for he had been tortured and bound on a stake in the direct center of the town. He was long dead when Quest got there, and there was nothing he could do for him, nor any of the other villagers. Quest was alone, his entire world cascading down around him.

For the next six months, Quest has survived in a small pre-war shack set at the end of a forest, living off the land. Though hunting is dangerous and resources are rare, and Quest is having a hard time. It won't be long until this cruel world takes him, whether beast or starvation be it he does not know.

Alone or with someone?: Alone

Other: Nopes! :p

Final Fantasy VI: Rise Again

Oh, awesome! I'm glad that there's interest in this roleplay, and I'd love to get it going. It had been awhile and I hadn't expected anyone to be interested after this long, but if you all would like to I'd be all up for starting this up.

@Sugihito - Nice app, you're accepted of course! I'll get up my own application now that I know some people are interested.

Edit: But one thing, you wouldn't be called by a voice, it would be more like just an unconscious urge pushing you to go there. Other than that, everything's great. :3

The Salem Academy of Magical Arts (Harry Potter-Esque)

I'm still up for continuing.