MZambos

Fate/Vacuous Radiance

Got my Archer all written up. Will smooth this out if it gets accepted.

The Hero of Shibuchari

Name: Shakushain

Class: Archer

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Historically a passionate and charismatic man, the weight of his failures have clearly begun to show, and whoever he may have been, all that remains is a gruff and jaded man, though there are times when the inner fire that once drove him burns again.

History: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakushain%27s_revolt

Weapon: Nikayteko - 'Firewood Bow'. A sturdy, well-made, if otherwise uninteresting, Surku bow.

Parameters:

STR: D

CON: B

AGI: A

MGI: C

LCK: E

Class Skills:

Independent Action C: Capable of remaining in this world for a day without an established contract.

Magic Resistance B: Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for him to be affected.

Personal Skills:

Calm and Collected B: Always remains calm, even in the face of overwhelming odds or mortal peril.

Charisma B: a composite Skill consisting of a person's charm as well as the natural talent to command or unify an army or country. Increases the ability of allies during group battles.

West of Kunashir A: A skill that indicates combat experience against large animals and creatures, and bears in particular.

Noble Phantasm(s): Limit of one. Two if you’re incredibly persuasive.

Name: Tumikorokamui

Title: Fury of the North

Rank: B+

NP Type: Anti-Unit (Self)

Range: 0

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: Shakushain temporarily drops human form, and embraces that of a Ussuri Brown Bear, making him faster, stronger, and more resilient than before.

Fate/Vacuous Radiance

I'm never early on these things, so here's to hoping I don't take too long making this and all the spots are taken. :p

Gonna update this as soon as its done.

Dark Fairytale RP: [Always Open]

Reynard

What does your character look like:

Images

Fox:


Human:

Name: Reynard

Nickname/other name known by: Reinādo Fokkusu

Age: Though he appears young, he's wildly inconsistent in the age he gives, ranging anywhere from 20 to 1000-years-old.

Gender: Male

Relationship Status: Single, though several spurious relationships with men and women in the past.

Race/Species: Kitsune

Personality: Clever, deft, and cavalier, Reynard has donned many faces in his life, but between them, there is always a common element: he has always personified the arch-typical trickster. Never one to shy away from deception and subterfuge, Reynard takes great pleasure in causing havoc. Guile and eloquent, he is master of fraud, and often prefers to delegate work to the unwitting than get his hands dirty.

Strengths: Deft and agile, there are few who surpass Reynard in terms of sheer dexterity and flexibility. Reynard prides himself on his ability to weave in and out of even the tightest spaces. Beyond that, Reynard possesses a wit and charm that far exceeds his peers. This is the sort of man who could sell you a bridge he doesn't own for three times its cost. Something of an scholar, Reynard is an adept sorcerer, though nothing beyond that which most magicians are capable of.

Weaknesses: Of course, his reliance on his tongue to solve his problems has left him more than a little out-to-dry in the physical department. Physically weak and fragile, Reynard often steers to the back when things go awry, preferring to let others get 'up close and personal' with danger. Furthermore, any difficult or extended effort often leaves him exhausted and winded.

What does your character like/Hate the most: A very non-material person, Reynard deeply admires clever and resourceful people, as well as those with deep sense of morals and dignity. He has a strong distaste for people who resort to violence first, as he sees it as barbaric and insipid, lacking the tact and guile to which he is accustomed. He is, somewhat ironically, not fond of those who exploit the unfortunate and downtrodden. He believes that robbing a rich man of his money is comedic, but stealing a poor man's livelihood is cruel, and unimpressive besides. He also has a dislike of cats. In particular, Tybalt, the Prince of Cats, is widely-known as his rival in many respects, and the two have come in conflict more than once.

Skills: A musketeer through-and-through, Reynard prides himself in his proficiency with black-powder arms, and his ability to load and fire in nearly 20 seconds. An accomplished duelist, he excels in areas where his dexterity and shrewdness give him the upper hand. And, of course, his grace and charm are second to none.

Weapon/Items: Reynard possesses a black-powder musket, which he cares for deeply and thoroughly, ensuring its cleanliness and operation. He also possesses a nimble iron rapier which, while refined, is rarely useful outside particular situations. He also carries a cartridge box with wadding, bullets and powder; a ramrod, for pushing the cartridges down the breech of the barrel; and a spanner, for quick repairs.

Powers/Abilities: Like most kitsune, Reynard is a somewhat capable magician, though the exact nature of his magic is much more erratic than most sorcerers. Calling meteors and lightning from the sky? Uninteresting. Shrinking them to mouse size and setting their cat loose? Funny. Making them think a cactus is their wife? Hilarious. Besides that, Reynard is capable of shifting from a human to a foxish form at will, though those forms are always the same.

History/Biography: Though he'd never admit it now, Reynard was born in relative obscurity to a poor farming family in the countryside. Early in life, however, he took on a human guise and found himself apprenticed to Agnés Compagnon, a Maîtresse in the stationer's guild, where he first learned to read and write. He became somewhat well known in the village in which he was apprenticed, becoming well-liked among the town-folk, where he had gained a reputation as an honest and diligent young man.

As his apprenticeship came to a close, he continued to use his talents as a paper-maker and calligraphist, often finding himself commissioned by newlyweds and the parents of newborns, as well as magicians who needed paper for their scrolls. He had created his masterpiece ( invitations written for the local count's soiree, festooned with lace and ink) at the ripe young age of 17, becoming an official member of the guild and a Master Craftsman all the same, giving him the right to work as a self-employed craftsman. He earned his first commission by weaseling his way into a Writ of Exclusive Sale with a local gunsmith, with whom he had bargained the sole right of purchase of cartridge paper, his first introduction to the intricacies of firearms.

This exclusivity with such a profitable deal, however, did not go unnoticed by other craftsmen. Tybalt, a Master in the chemist's guild, and also an cat masquerading as a human (not entirely unlike Reynard), was the major seller of wadding and powder to most gunsmiths, and saw Reynard's Writ of Exclusive Sale as a threat to his own business, and worked to undermine it. All the while, Reynard had become quite well-known in his small village. Though it had never been formally stated, people had already come to the conclusion that Reynard was something less than human, but he had amassed such goodwill that nobody seemed to care.

But, in a deft political manouvre that even Reynard couldn't see coming, Tybalt, hypocrite that he was, had accused Reynard of the truth: that he was a fox in human guise, a crime punishable by disbarment from the guilds, and several years in prison. Though he was able to dodge the inquisitor's questions well-enough that he could avoid criminal prosecution, the damage was done. The guild let him keep his Certificate of Mastery, but barred him from trading within the borders of any kingdom that recognized the stationer's guild, for fear of further embarrassment. Ashamed and defeated, Reynard became an itinerant, and took to dueling, deception, and drink to fill his purse. Though he resented his lot at first, he quickly became accustomed to it, swearing that he'd get his revenge. One day. After maybe one more drink.

Dark Fairytale RP: [Always Open]

Reynard

What does your character look like:

Images

Fox:


Human:

Name: Reynard

Nickname/other name known by: Reinādo Fokkusu

Age: Though he appears young, he's wildly inconsistent in the age he gives, ranging anywhere from 20 to 1000-years-old.

Gender: Male

Relationship Status: Single, though several spurious relationships with men and women in the past.

Race/Species: Kitsune

Personality: Clever, deft, and cavalier, Reynard has donned many faces in his life, but between them, there is always a common element: he has always personified the arch-typical trickster. Never one to shy away from deception and subterfuge, Reynard takes great pleasure in causing havoc. Guile and eloquent, he is master of fraud, and often prefers to delegate work to the unwitting than get his hands dirty.

Strengths: Deft and agile, there are few who surpass Reynard in terms of sheer dexterity and flexibility. Reynard prides himself on his ability to weave in and out of even the tightest spaces. Beyond that, Reynard possesses a wit and charm that far exceeds his peers. This is the sort of man who could sell you a bridge he doesn't own for three times its cost. Something of an scholar, Reynard is an adept sorcerer, though nothing beyond that which most magicians are capable of.

Weaknesses: Of course, his reliance on his tongue to solve his problems has left him more than a little out-to-dry in the physical department. Physically weak and fragile, Reynard often steers to the back when things go awry, preferring to let others get 'up close and personal' with danger. Furthermore, any difficult or extended effort often leaves him exhausted and winded.

What does your character like/Hate the most: A very non-material person, Reynard deeply admires clever and resourceful people, as well as those with deep sense of morals and dignity. He has a strong distaste for people who resort to violence first, as he sees it as barbaric and insipid, lacking the tact and guile to which he is accustomed. He is, somewhat ironically, not fond of those who exploit the unfortunate and downtrodden. He believes that robbing a rich man of his money is comedic, but stealing a poor man's livelihood is cruel, and unimpressive besides. He also has a dislike of cats. In particular, Tybalt, the Prince of Cats, is widely-known as his rival in many respects, and the two have come in conflict more than once.

Skills: A musketeer through-and-through, Reynard prides himself in his proficiency with black-powder arms, and his ability to load and fire in nearly 20 seconds. An accomplished duelist, he excels in areas where his dexterity and shrewdness give him the upper hand. And, of course, his grace and charm are second to none.

Weapon/Items: Reynard possesses a black-powder musket, which he cares for deeply and thoroughly, ensuring its cleanliness and operation. He also possesses a nimble iron rapier which, while refined, is rarely useful outside particular situations. He also carries a cartridge box with wadding, bullets and powder; a ramrod, for pushing the cartridges down the breech of the barrel; and a spanner, for quick repairs.

Powers/Abilities: Like most kitsune, Reynard is a somewhat capable magician, though the exact nature of his magic is much more erratic than most sorcerers. Calling meteors and lightning from the sky? Uninteresting. Shrinking them to mouse size and setting their cat loose? Funny. Making them think a cactus is their wife? Hilarious. Besides that, Reynard is capable of shifting from a human to a foxish form at will, though those forms are always the same.

History/Biography: Though he'd never admit it now, Reynard was born in relative obscurity to a poor farming family in the countryside. Early in life, however, he took on a human guise and found himself apprenticed to Agnés Compagnon, a Maîtresse in the stationer's guild, where he first learned to read and write. He became somewhat well known in the village in which he was apprenticed, becoming well-liked among the town-folk, where he had gained a reputation as an honest and diligent young man.

As his apprenticeship came to a close, he continued to use his talents as a paper-maker and calligraphist, often finding himself commissioned by newlyweds and the parents of newborns, as well as magicians who needed paper for their scrolls. He had created his masterpiece ( invitations written for the local count's soiree, festooned with lace and ink) at the ripe young age of 17, becoming an official member of the guild and a Master Craftsman all the same, giving him the right to work as a self-employed craftsman. He earned his first commission by weaseling his way into a Writ of Exclusive Sale with a local gunsmith, with whom he had bargained the sole right of purchase of cartridge paper, his first introduction to the intricacies of firearms.

This exclusivity with such a profitable deal, however, did not go unnoticed by other craftsmen. Tybalt, a Master in the chemist's guild, and also an cat masquerading as a human (not entirely unlike Reynard), was the major seller of wadding and powder to most gunsmiths, and saw Reynard's Writ of Exclusive Sale as a threat to his own business, and worked to undermine it. All the while, Reynard had become quite well-known in his small village. Though it had never been formally stated, people had already come to the conclusion that Reynard was something less than human, but he had amassed such goodwill that nobody seemed to care.

But, in a deft political manouvre that even Reynard couldn't see coming, Tybalt, hypocrite that he was, had accused Reynard of the truth: that he was a fox in human guise, a crime punishable by disbarment from the guilds, and several years in prison. Though he was able to dodge the inquisitor's questions well-enough that he could avoid criminal prosecution, the damage was done. The guild let him keep his Certificate of Mastery, but barred him from trading within the borders of any kingdom that recognized the stationer's guild, for fear of further embarrassment. Ashamed and defeated, Reynard became an itinerant, and took to dueling, deception, and drink to fill his purse. Though he resented his lot at first, he quickly became accustomed to it, swearing that he'd get his revenge. One day. After maybe one more drink.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

Guillame considered acting scared for a moment. He had served in the army: he had known many mages, and he knew that you couldn't turn someone into a newt. At least, he was pretty sure. Kind of sure. Maybe not so sure. It's probably all in good fun anyway, right?

Not that the threat was really necessary. For a free horse and enough supplies to make it to the border, Guillame was more than willing to deliver a letter. Really, he was would have been willing to do more for less, but this was war, he supposed. It's not as though there's an excess of messengers around, and even fewer who could make it to Ylisse without much incident. That's the sort of thing you would pay high price for.

Slight issue, though. He couldn't ride a horse. Like most common folk, he'd never really needed to. His family didn't move around much, and on the rare occasions when they did, walking was always the cheaper option. As far as he knew, the horse could just end up bucking him around and then running off. Or maybe he'd end up dead with a hoof-print on his forehead.

Returning from his thoughts, Guillame realized that, both literally and figuratively, he was looking the gift horse in the mouth. Taking the reigns from the young woman, he nodded and smiled politely. It'd be a challenge. And besides, horse riding could a be a useful skill to have under his belt. "C'est déjà fait," he said, smoothly. "It is done already. Show me the best road, and I will take it."

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

Hey, I'll get something up tonight.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

@BlazeGamma

Azama was a real train wreck, because they didn't bother to localize him.

He's one of the best Buddhist character in fiction, tbh, and if you aren't schooled in Buddhist philosophy, then he just seems like a total asshole. Buddhist philosophy maintains that suffering is a necessary facet of desire. Thus, the only way to prevent suffering is to not desire anything: love, friendship, status, etc.

Presumably, a Japanese audience already has an education background on Buddhist tenets, so, culturally, Azama is less of an asshole, and more of a monk. Americans/Europeans aren't schooled in the intricacies of Eastern philosophy, so he just seems like a dick.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

I've started calling Fates "Jumping in Front of the Protagonist Simulator 2016".

Mechanically, I love Fates, but the story really leaves a lot to be desired.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

Guillame couldn't help but feel that there was something... off about the young man. And by something, he meant everything. He looked like a genuine madman. Still, it was to early to pass any real judgment: books and covers and all that. Still, he had briefly considered giving a fake name, which was rather silly: there were more than a few Guillames in the world; it's not as though you could figure much out from a given name. Still, he did deliberate over which name to give. Guillame knew that his name was often written as "William" in Ylisse, but that wasn't typically how he said it. Maybe a nickname? His comrades had called him Guillame la Bâtard after somebody let the next-of-kin forms slip. But that hardly seemed pertinent to the situation at hand.

He shook the younger man's hand."I call myself Guillame. It is good to know you, Sules," He said, diplomatically. "I am indeed headed towards the border, as you presume. I am a..." he hesitated. "A wanderer, if you will. Ylisse it not my destination in particular. Simply, it is there, and it is there that I am going. Technically, there were no lies here, save those made in omission. He hardly knew this boy: it would be a particular illogic to tell him everything.

And besides, thought Guillame, what would this stranger care for a traveller like me?

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

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I dunno. It doesn't feel like he fits the setting. Dyed hair? In medieval fantasy? I don't think they do stuff like that.

I also don't understand how you could add fire damage to a thunder or wind spell.

@AirBender

I can't speak to how well the character fits, that's not my job, but Venetian nobles used to dye their hair.

Red hair dye could be made using Wood Ash and Vinegar. It was super gross, but the Greeks did it.