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24 Dec 2016 16:58
Current Happy holidays, folks!
9 Nov 2016 11:45
Just woke up to a blackout this morning. Half the city in the dark. Coincidence?
9 Nov 2016 5:18
Good grief my American friends. Y'all made Montreal's immigration website crash due to high traffic...
9 Nov 2016 1:53
Know what's funny? People using the home's newest status sidebar as a chatroom to argue instead of using the actual one we already have.
30 Oct 2016 13:18
Went to a Holloween party yesterday night. Snacks, drinks and Cards Against Humanity (French-Canadian version). Had a blast!


NOTICE: Still looking for a 1x1 story partner. Mind that I'm not a quick post shooter, due to work, so I tend to write a paragraph or two in such RPs instead of a few lines. If anyone reading this is still interested, send a PM my way.


In a bleak world that is called reality...
A young man tries to find his path in life...
And so he decided to do Role-Playing!

Ahem, hello everyone! Y'all can call me Max, or Maxxy, or Maxwell House even! Fine, Riffus will do just fine too...
I'm what some would call a veteran RPer, despite not having been much active in these parts, or at all for the last 3 years. As a matter of fact, I started RP'ing ever since I started high school, and that was probably more than 15 years ago...


God, that makes me feel old.

So anyways, since I'm a nice guy and I know some might not want to absolutely know EVERYTHING about me (well, not everything really), I've highlighted areas of my introduction where you guys might be more interested in.


Some people might know me from where I initially started RP'ing,the "Artix Entertainment Forums". Yeah, the forums dedicated to all games made by Artix Entertainment, such as their very first fame "AdventureQuest", "DragonFable" and "MechQuest" to name only a few. I was known as Necrodan for a while. Afterwards it was Dread_Shadow_Max for a long time, but that name eventually grew too moody for my lively self, so I came to adopt the name representing myself in a better way, the same alias I am using right now.

After some... let's say... issues with the former forums, a lot of its RP'ers (myself included) moved on to another forum that one of us has created. It was thusly called: "The Forbidden Forums". Quite shady, huh? Well, it had a story behind, of which I wasn't involved myself. I Rp'ed there for years, amidst many quarrels and unfinished RPs, until life struck a terrible blow against my poor self.


I HAD GOTTEN A JOB! Yes, poor old me was tired of living carefree in the debts of a student loan (from a program I didn't even finish at college), and so I decided to take on the mantle of a hard-working man. Never did I thought that writing RPs and working at night would be so detrimental, and as such I had resigned my fate as a RP'er to better focus on working...

Nah, in fact it's just that I couldn't keep up with the RP's I was in and found great difficulty to focus on writing. Working 12 hours a day isn't great. You just barely get back from work, eat, sleep, then repeat for 4 days. And during weekends, you'Re just too tired that you either sleep all day, laze around all-day long or just try to enjoy what little social life you have left. Life was dark at that point.


Eventually, things grew to be smoother. I have gotten a new job. Still at night, but it's 8 hours instead, that makes a few more hours of free time. I have used most of that time to catch up on my games and discover new ones. But now that I'm feeling a part of me missing, a part of my creative self that yearned to write about epics and fantastic stories, I've decided to return to RP'ing once more after nearly 3 years of inactivity in the domain.

I do hope that I will be able to meet the expectations of my new comrades-in-writing and that we will all be having fun weaving the stories that have yet to be written. But hey, let's stop talking about myself, or rather my personal self. Let's delve instead into my RP'ing persona.


I'm what you would call a Jack-Of-All-Trades. I like RP'ing as a whole, be it in fantasy, sci-fi, dark or even school life settings. I do them all! I'm mostly a man of group RP's, but I've started enjoying 1x1's just before leaving for 3 years. I just love interactions between characters, as I feel they are a needed part in a successful RP. In fact, I'm a sucker for character development. Not only do I enjoy seeing the story progress, but I also love seeing the characters in that story evolving from the adventures they are experiencing.

As for my RP'ing style, you can trace it back from posts I made a few years back. I do enjoy writing lengthy and detailed pragraphs (just look at that gods be damned biography about myself that will mostly be overlooked). That's the only way to get all these ideas from that overloaded brains of mine! So I'm very sorry in advance to those who don't like reading wall of texts. For those who actually like it, then you're very much welcome!

Actually, it's just the way I was taught to write in school. A story and its characters are much more fun to read if you know the characters, their background or even their more in-depths detail. Assuming one does not overuse details of course, a mistake I was often told in the past.

Well, that's it for me. Sorry for the long introduction to my self. Hope you had a blast knowing a bit more about me. And I do hope we will be having nice RP's to be written.

So in short, it's nice to be back!

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@Everyone: Angel's opinions have been updated!

Due to the fact that during and after the game she has been writing her thoughts onto the profile sheets she had obtained as part of her initial set of requests, you can consider what has been written in the opinions section as what had been officially written into Angel's notes. Meaning, if a character somehow manages to read Angel's files, they will be able to acknowledge the Opinions section of Angรฉlique's CS.

๐’œ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐“†๐“Š๐‘’ ๐ฟ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’

๐•Š๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ. ๐ŸŸ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Œ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐•€๐•ƒโ„• ๐”ผ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ / / ๐•Š๐•–๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•†๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ: ๐•†๐•“๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ โ„๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐Ÿš / / ~๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜

Even though the environment in which the other two team would compete suggested to be far more restricted and controlled than the open field she had been previously, Angรฉlique felt this game would go downhill quite fast just by looking at how one of the โ€œhealersโ€ was sacking the whole place before the two teams even got to the playing field. She frowned at this sight of recklessness, but her gaze switched back and forth between the monitors and the profile sheets she had scattered on her bunk and had started scribbling on Gregoryโ€™s sheet, muttering "Holy shit, he sure doesn't want to make it easy for them to find him... such a reckless guy"

During preparation time, Angel however stared intently at the screens, analyzing everyoneโ€™s actions and reactions, their faces, their expressions, the way they were interacting with each other. It was impossible to hear what every member of each team was saying. If this really was a game simulating some sort of fighting situation, then the X-marked Canadian wanted to know who seemed to be the one taking charge, find potential leaders and who looked like to be the less complying ones. From such a simple game, there was actually interesting data she believed she could gather on her classmates.

Angel had however stopped writing notes on her personal profile sheets as soon as the battle had really started. The first real encounter got a little too intense. Gregory started jabbing a lamp post and even threw the toilet at Team 3. Then, there were Hazel breaking Gregoryโ€™s legs just after Zoe pinned the guy to the ground. Despite Emmaโ€™s intervention, the whole game just went straight to hell as Hazel decided it was a good idea to try and slice the roof apart. That raw amount of power surprised Angel greatly. How did they have so much trouble dealing with those monsters back then with such a powerful person as their classmate? Then shortly after came the part about Zoe melting her hostageโ€™s face off as he seemed uncooperative. That part alone was enough to make the spectating Aberration jerk up from her bunk bed, turning her head sideways as to evade the grim sight of flesh rotting all the way to the bone.

โ€œOh my fucking god! What the fucking hell are they doing to him?โ€ Angel groaned in frustration fueled by sickness. She never was one who liked seeing this kind of graphic violence. She actually wasnโ€™t a fan of horror movies, especially the bloody and gory ones.

She pushed a sigh of relief as when her sight returned to the monitors, Zoe was knocked out aside Gregoryโ€™s unconscious body. Dear god, was he dead? What did she miss? How did the red-haired girl end up out cold?

Her head turned to the jerk who had been monitoring this fight very closely. She had half a mind to get up and start yelling at Fredric, but judging from his looks and words, he seemed rather surprised himself and keen on keeping the situation under control. Whatever he was doing over there, Angel judged the whole situation to be poorly handled. Still, if he was actively trying to keep this mess from getting worse, then she could just stay put and continue watching the events unfolding, hoping no more of this bullshit would occur.

And what a foolโ€™s hope it was. As it seemed, most of Team 4 fell from the roof. Fortunately, Emmaโ€™s creation was able to lift her off and avoid a deadly fall, but Ernest and Savannah werenโ€™t that lucky. Angelโ€™s leg trembled nervously as both fell down a floor or two. Her teeth chattered โ€œOh shit oh shit oh shit oh shitโ€, thinking both died from the fall. Surprisingly, both got up unharmed, brushing off the fall as if they had just tripped. Was that Ernestโ€™s power? She thought for sure his power was being able to manifest a rope, not become invulnerable.

She sighed in relief at their welfare, but soon frowned once more as she witnessed Brent backstabbing Hazel with an aerial assault, bringing the handle of his machete onto the girlโ€™s skull. As a result, the jackass quivered violently and fell unconscious as well, next to Hazel. Now Angรฉlique knew what had happened to Zoe. It would have seemed any lethal actions they were warned against resulted in a shock being sent from the cuff strapped onto everyoneโ€™s ankle. Thinking about just what kind of control USARILN had over the students simply by tazing them out whenever they felt like it, the raven-haired X-marked in the observatory room felt only angrier by this thought.

โ€œThe fuck is this bullshit?โ€ Angel threw her arms up in frustration, looking much like an angry spectator watching her hockey team losing the game in front of a monitor.

The rest of the game, Angรฉlique just kept on frowning and swearing at every little quirks that happened. The breaking point however was when Emma took hold of Allison with her bulky golem and Ernest stabbed the defenseless girl in the eye with a broken and jagged table leg. At the sight of her friend just dropping to the floor in pain, Angel shot up from her seat and yelled โ€œWhat the fuck is wrong with these people!?โ€

By then, if it wasnโ€™t for the fact that she would get tazed for even trying to leave the room in this state, sheโ€™d just go down there and shout at everyone โ€˜till their eardrums give out and make them go all unable to fight, unconscious even.

The ever-growing ball of fury that Angรฉlique was becoming shot out a glare at Fredric, half-minding to shout his sorry ass into stopping the game. But seeing as he was growing restless too over the phone, no doubt at Daisy judging from calling her name out more than a few times, Angel abstained herself from doing so. She was causing enough of a commotion as it was now, no need for everyone here to witness one of their own being tazed outside the game for becoming too restless.

With clenched teeth, the young Canadian woman let herself fall back onto the bunk bed, sitting against the wall. Fortunately, that was the last of the gruesome actions that was taken. Hazel quickly dealt with the rest of the game by slapping Emma and Savannah into submission quickly after Ernest fell unconscious for his lethal decision.

When the game was over, an evaluation sheet and a pen were given to everyone, Angel included.

โ€œWhat the fuck?โ€

Calling this a game was a complete joke, an utter lack of sensitivity to the victims of this brutal fight. Feeling such, Angรฉlique was disgusted by this blatant lack of care, and simply crumpled the evaluation sheet between her two hands.

โ€œYou can put your fucking sheet up where Iโ€™m thinking.โ€

Angel called out as she threw the crumpled ball of paper at Fredricโ€™s general direction. Her reactions throughout the game said it all. It was not even worthy of noting what needed improving. It was worthless to point this out if they were all lacking self-control by this point. That was something that everyone here would need to achieve first before even considering about improving their strategy or abilities.

Of course, Angel didnโ€™t want to actually transmit her thoughts to be read by USARILN, and probably the other teams werenโ€™t dumb enough to figure out what went wrong in the first place. Hell, probably even the others were thinking the same as she did and would put it into their own evaluation sheet. Until it would be time to leave Ground Zero, Angel returned to her profile sheets, scribbling down what she truly felt about what she had witnessed, for her eyes only.
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ท๐’“๐’†๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’๐’“๐’”

๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช: A few hours ago prior to present time.
๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ: Somewhere in the eastern region of Canadaโ€™s wilderness.

How far up ahead?

No more than fifty meters at 2 oโ€™ clock

Nodding to his younger brother, the Snake got up from his knees and started walking westward; at the opposite way the target was located.

You know what to do. Lure it over my direction. I will be waiting.

Giving his brother a slow understanding nod, the tall bronze-skinned man began drawing a symbol on his biceps as he recited in some foreign language. Meanwhile, Maximillian headed a few meters away from Jonathanโ€™s location before chanting in the same foreign language his brother had been, his hands circling over a specific area in front of him. In a moment, a greenish circle seemingly made of rune words and lines appeared to encircle a vast clearing.

Just as Maximillianโ€™s preparations were completed, Jonathan had finished chanting his own casting. Slowly, the muscles throughout his body seemed to bulge, or at least become more imposing than the already existing significant muscle mass the tattooed member The Predators possessed. Raising a proud and cocky fist in the air to his on looking brother, Jonathan took off running in the forest with speed far greater than the best running athlete, at least in normal humansโ€™ terms.

It didnโ€™t take much time for the shaved-headed man to reach where the target was. Already, it had heard him coming and scented his smell from ways away. But the member of the hunting team knew that much and had already doubled the animal, forcing it to run the other way instead. Just as intended, the target was making a run for it towards Maximillianโ€™s position.

Hiding in a bush, the only faint hint of the Snakeโ€™s presence in the vicinity was the barrel of his rifle poking out from the greenery. Like his representing creature, he lied in wait for the moment he would strike, swiftly and deadly. Just as the animal entered the clearing, the area began glowing with a sickening green aura; a circle of runes manifested itself to trap the alchemically-trapped beat.

With the pull of a trigger, something emerged from the bush to hit the deer square in the neck. At first, the horned beast furiously thrashed around until it finally slowed down after half a minute and fell to the leafy soil.

โ€œI suppose itโ€™s another alternative for hunting, wouldnโ€™t you say?โ€

Maximillian emerged from his hiding place just as his enhanced brother Jonathan arrived running to check up on the felled animal.

โ€œYeah, like luring an animal to a trap. I suppose that โ€œImprisoningโ€ Alchemy you picked up could come in handy to capture future targets alive, huh?โ€


Just as Jonathan was about to add something about making a good feast out of the animal, Maximillian held up his index as a waiting sign at the same time his phone was buzzing in the pocket of his pants. Shrugging, the younger brother took out a hunting knife and plunged it deep in the deerโ€™s neck while the elder brother took out his phone.

โ€œI'm listening.?โ€


โ€œUnderstood, weโ€™ll be on our way.โ€

Mentally reading his brotherโ€™s mind over the telepathic bond they shared, Jonathan sighed in annoyance as he learned the bad news. He got up from his knees just before wiping the blood off his knife and sheathed it away.

โ€œSorry brother, it will be for another time. Let the wilderness enjoy it in our stead.โ€

๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช: A hour before the meeting
๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ: Aboard training grounds Innocence airship

The trip back to Innocence was quick and rushed. First, the Predators had to call one of A.M.R.O.โ€™s Canadian headquarters to book up a flight to Italy in order to reach Innocence as soon as possible. When it had been done, the two brothers then were cleared by Italyโ€™s HQ for a porting into the flying training grounds ship.

All this running around to get to the appointed time for an apparent meeting left the Wylde brothers breathless, more quite mentally than physically. They were trained and adapted for heavy physical labors, but they themselves didnโ€™t quite like the idea of being rushed. Maximillian was more disciplined as to comply with such stress, but the carefree Jonathan hated it vehemently. Heโ€™d rather take his time to visit nearby areas, see the sceneries other countries had to offer, what the food and drinks tasted like, how fine the women of this country were.

โ€œGuess weโ€™re back here after allโ€ฆโ€

โ€œDonโ€™t make such a long face, John. It has been a while since the last time we visited this place. You should take this opportunity to meet new faces, or pay a visit to old friends.โ€

โ€œRightโ€ฆ Guess Iโ€™ll head over to the Foundry. Get my gear back in shape. Iโ€™ll see you at the meeting.โ€

Maximillian nodded to his brother affirmatively. To no surprise, he knew his brother would go to where there would be weapons. If memory served him right, there were a few of his friends working down at crafting weapons too. It might do him some good to get that head of his out from the woods and see people other than him.

As for himself, the Snake pondered over the possibility of new additions to the Laboratory, or even new research materials in the Library. Juggling between the two areas in his mind, his feet led him towards the laboratory instead. Maybe meet some new faces as well and introduce himself to them? Perhaps some old familiar folks would still be working there too.
Expanding Innocence facilities ahoy! Iโ€™ll take care of the more โ€œarmamentโ€ aspects.


Due to the nature of Innocenceโ€™s main purpose, multiple armories can be found throughout the ships and mostly next to the training grounds. Stockade of military-grade weaponry and protective gear can be found within these rooms as to supply trainees with equipment they are most likely to use on missions and also serves as reserve equipment for the existing Alchemists to bring in mission or even defend the Innocence should an attack occur.

Because of varying technological levels, complexity and degrees of lethality of certain pieces of gear, some weaponry and protective gear are securely stored in a special vault within the armories that requires a special clearance to retrieve whatever is stored in there.


As weapons break and armor live past their usefulness, more gear require to be made to replace that which had been broken, lost or stolen. Within the walls of the Foundry, groups of Alchemists specialized in technology and crafting materials assemble to create armaments to supply the armories and the trainees.

This facility also has enough room to accommodate more daring Alchemists who would experiment in creating new weapons and armors in a safe environment.


Just like the Foundry, this areaโ€™s main purpose is to create gear. However, the nature of what is created within this facility consists of anything requiring expertise of alchemy, medicine, biology and other type of science such as remedies, poisons, cures, anti-Alchemy equipment and the likes.

Alchemists operating this area are also frequently experimenting new usages for existing substances or even try to create new alchemical products depending on demands and current situations.
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