Ah, I see. If I knew about those intentions, I would have made a much more normal personality and biography, so I could reveal his unhinged nature during the RP (leading to delicious PvP~), but, alas, the gig’s already up.
But yeah, I’ll set him as a veteran. Thanks. Can you provide me with a summary of recent IC events? Or is it scattered enough that I should just read the IC?
I'll accept all of his weapons but I think he should acquire his gatling gun later in the RP and not as an initial starter weapon. Other than that, he looks read to go. Please place him in the Character Tab and post in the IC when you're ready. You'll be starting out in the Temple like all the rest so feel free to track down Donny since he's the only Hunter left in town.
He can't start out as a 'veteran-esque' hunter like Leon and Akemi?
Are you going to put a limit on the versatility of it? Like, is there a general thing in which the broader your magical abilities are, the weaker they are compared to specialized things? Or does that just mean that the specialist is a pleb at magic?
Is it safe to assume that there's a generic use for Blood/Shadow/Fire magic? Cause it seems that a lot of characters simply went out of their way to put up their element, and I'm not sure what to make of that, in terms of versatility and whatnot.
WIP, but it should be something to look at. Mainly curious about whether this blood magic is even allowed or not, because the descriptions were all rather vague. Also, probably gonna give him three firearms, or two firearms and a giant chainsaw. XD
Name: Roless Gender: Male Age: Somewhere around 16 to 19, but, like most of himself, he’s unsure. Appearance: Roless stands at 5’11, with messy brown hair and vibrant amethyst eyes. His skin is of a light tan, and his hands, like the rest of his body, are full of small scars, barely noticeable nicks in his skin. It is most likely due to the nature of his Blood magic that such marks are present, but then again, who knows? He has a sturdy build despite his lankiness as a teenager, and his voice is cheerful, that positivity often accompanied by a sing-song tone. The Hunter carries himself in a lax manner, and prefers wearing long coats despite his habit of accidentally stepping on the ends of that coat.
His steps are announced with the clink of metal against metal.
Magic: Roless uses Blood Magic in a different way than most Hunters. It’s neither a boon to his allies nor a bane to his enemies. Instead, it is fuel in a world where oils are rare and gasoline rarer, a fuel that can be consumed by machines and humans alike. Mechanical weapons roar to life when filled with it, and firearms devoid of ammunition can fire once more, shooting out bullets of hardened blood. These bullets of magic-drenched blood are corrosive to the flesh of unholy monsters, not only penetrating, but also melting. A powerful counter to beings with regenerative capabilities, if enough bullets had been pumped into them.
But what goes around comes around, and Roless is also capable of purifying monster blood to an extent, injecting it into himself to give him the same bestial strength as the beings that he opposes. It’s a dangerous game to play, as the same rot that his blood bullets cause to monsters will start to ail him as well, but…it’s a fun game, isn’t it? He can generally recover from the negative effects of monster blood after half an hour, with the bestial strength lasting him ten minutes per injection. And thus, the ratio is this: each injection gives him 10 minutes of strength and thirty minutes of suffering, as his human blood poisons him. The more blood injected, the stronger he becomes, and the more he suffers.
If only Roless was a masochist. Weapon: Roless carries three weapons with him, two of them being massive enough that it’s an easy testament to his strength.
The first is that is what Roless calls the Hammer. It is a single shot flintlock pistol, one modified to have a frame and barrel strong enough to withstand the recoil of massive bullets. A more accurate description of this would be that of a cannon, powerful enough to turn lesser beings into mush. Though it requires reloading after every shot, it has an extremely potent knockback, and Roless is skilled enough to reload it with one hand regardless. His favorite toy, really, and when combined with his blood magic, it becomes his single most destructive attack, capable of exploding after penetration.
The second is the Rain, an expensive, greedy hand-crank gatling gun with six barrels. Smaller than the mounted variations but still just as deadly, Roless holds it in one hand and cranks it in the other, allowing him to put out 10 rounds per second. As bullets for this particular weapon is rather expensive, he spends most of the monster blood that he harvests into creating bullets of blood for the Rain. Naturally, it wouldn’t have the same corrosive effect as using human blood, but hey, what monster would have time to be happy about that, when ten bullets jam itself into its body every second?
The third is the Harvest, a seven foot spear with a one foot long blade that can fold onto itself to be two feet long for easy travel. While the Hammer and Rain could be considered Roless’s main sources of damage, the Harvest is, put frankly, how he harvests blood to feed his toys. Unlike most spears that have a single blade fixed into the center of the shaft, the Harvest has two blades fixed at either side of a steel compartment placed at the end of the shaft. Top-heavy, and thus, more difficult to swing about until momentum is gained, its true value is seen when a hidden trigger is held at the machine roars to life and the blades spin wildly, turning into saws capable of shearing through flesh and causing grevious, bloody injuries to all those on the opposite end. Though some of that blood is then used to continue to feed the motor, the majority is stored, to be used as steroids or ammunition.
Personality: This Hunter is a happy oddity in the doom and gloom that is the Land of Wasted Dreams. It could be said that he loves his job from top to bottom, from the life-threatening situations that he fights himself out of, to the days spent in the hospital recovering from his injuries, to the times where he lost his mind after too many monster blood injections, to the amount of money he can pile up after a job well done. Roless, regardless of how frightening, disgusting, disturbing, revolting his work is, embraces it fully, with an innocent passion that revolves not around hatred towards the demonspawn lurking in the darkness, but around the thrill of the hunt.
He’s someone to be taken seriously even if his suggestions can become inane. Prone to hatching up nigh-suicidal plans, Roless, to the outsider, would appear to be a fool chasing after his death. But he’s not suicidal, nor has he given up. He’s simply…desperate for simulation. If he thinks too hard about his actions, he’ll start thinking about other things. So he won’t. Roless drowns himself in this image of a jester, relishing in violence, because if he’s not enjoying himself, what else would he be?
So he’ll smile away the shadows, until he forgets that he’s more monster than man now.
Bio: Roless was, like most Hunters, thrust into this broken, two-mooned world with no memories. He knew that he was in a hospital, and knew how weapons worked. He understood the value of money, and held enough knowledge that he could surmise that he was a learned man. But that was the extent of his knowledge, and his emptiness as a human being had shaped much of what Roless was to be. On an instinctual level, he understood that he would have nothing, even if he was to escape from this grimy world, and, on an emotional level, he loved it. He relished the freedoms available to him, and spared no time at all living in the present.
Yet, at night, dreams of peaches and plums, of strands of sunlight, of starlit eyes, those would haunt him with their gentleness.
Battles were the flames that gave him meaning.
But warmth was the poison that made his heart beat. Other: It's quantity, not quality, that matters.
I used to be a thing in RPGuild. Then I disappeared for a long time, came back, had no idea what happened to a few thousand of my past posts, and disappeared for another segment of time.
And now I'm back.
I like fantasy, anime-esque themes, and I basically only do group RPs of the casual-level. I average 300 to 500 words per post, and my RP goals are either to kill other players, die, or develop a romance. Because god damn it, outside of GMing NPCs, I literally never did any of those things.
So yeah, name's Ashifili, though you can shorten it as Ashi. Not as Ash. I watch metric tons of anime and read even more manga, which is where I get most of my ideas. That's pretty much it. Yeah.
