AtomicNut

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

"Wooooh...awesome, like, cool!" It was the giddy answer of Mariah, after seeing the seemingly supernatural prowess of her adversary. To be honest, she didn't even realize what her adversary actually was, just someone who hadn't seen sunlight in a long time. A librarian? Yes, a crossbow librarian! "Okay, mr Librarian! Your turn to toss me stuff?" She beckoned as she put her own cocky stance pose, hands firmly resting in her hips, and still covered in the blood of all the guards she had cut down.

Unsurprisingly, her beckon seemed to be left unanswered, since, after the hesitation and the grim perspective of seeing a sentient undead, both of Mariah's sworn siblings, jumped directly into the fray, inching the distance in brisk steps. Their gait, sword moves and even breathing in unison. Like a well-timed court dance, both knights swung their swords at the vampire at once, coming from the flanks. A well-timed, coordinated attack, aiming to try and take out the head of the vampire before it could do much more harm.

"WHAT? NO FUN! You guys are laaame!" Mariah couldn't help but to puff up her cheeks, completely misunderstanding the situation and gravity of the revelation. "Eeek!" She also seemed to be grossed out by some flowing water, or somesuch. It was then, when starving for something to do, spotted a large knight fighting a little girl.

Wait, wasn't she the captain of the Roses or something? Regardless, Mariah could not stand bullies, so she hefted her twin dane axes once more, and with a mighty arm throw, discarded one of them, splitting the air between Fanilly and the armored brute, and firmly lodging itself into a stone wall.

"I hate bullies who pick on little girls" Mariah said, in a slight growling tone, as she menancingly twirled her remaining axe over head, and then casually smashing the remains of the statue with her fist. She glared furiously at her target as she charged mindlessly, like an ox, her two-handed axe attacks destroying everything it came into contact, even the very stones of the crypt... and even her own axe."YOU WANT TO PLAY? PLAY WITH MARIAH THE HALF GIANT!"

However, for all her fierce and menacing charge, it was clear that it was wild, unfocused, and that eventually would wear her down as well as mangle her own weapon.

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Meanwhile, Rinaldo twirled his moustache once more. He didn't mind the young one had a better story, or atleast a more appealing one, or that the Hundi was winning everybody in the room with the puppy charms. He apparently was also ordered to keep watch around, but it was a comely female, so he didn't mind. Finishing the last of his dessert, he chewed thoughtfully.

Truth to be told, he did like people telling long winded tales, as they distracted others while he did his stuff, and his stuff he did, as he kept a closer than intended look on the females as they were enthralled by the other's charm and tales. However, he did noticed something, as he meditated about it.

"Mmm... an interesting tale, young one. Also griffins are an impressive feat at your age. Not as undead mammoths, but still..." He mused about. "Say, is this where you lost your original arm? I couldn't help but notice it. You see, people have ticks, and certain movements they do... but your left arm and your right arms faint movements are slightly...off." The old man grinned.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Awright, thanks. I'll bullshit edit, accordingly.

Edit:And done.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I don't know, I'd think it's only hard to RP Lawful Good if everyone is just going random.

... Or if you play Lawful Stupid and now Lawful Good.

@VitaVitaAR

-Drinking the Holy Water from the temple.
-Sniffing up waitresses skirts.
-Trying to eat rat shiskebob.

My Kobold Rogue was tied up because of that.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Chaotic Good is best alignment.

@chukklehed

I digress. Chaotic Neutral of the sort "lets chuck things into things and see what happens" is funnier. Specially on tabletop and with a couple of beers in your system.

MURDERHOBOS4LYFE

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Fun fact about bit characters #384.

Turns out Mariah did genuinely apply for the Iron Roses before becoming a Raven. Sadly the answer to the question "who are the twin goddesses?" was NOT "Lion and Mayonaisse" as she initially thought.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Second character, i am crazy. Here's Rickie Remixed. Also tell me if i have to change something about demons.

• Name: Ricardo Caballero "Rickie" Ph.D.
• Age:30
• Gender: Male
• Race: Hooman
• Appearance: (OOC: Can't find a decent pic) Rather tall and broad- about 1.85 m (that's 6ft for non metric), with a certain pudgy appearance. Brown eyes, olive tan skin, an awesome bandido moustache which some people ridicule and scruffy short hair. He has a cut scar in the side of his forehead. Ricardo usually dresses in comfortable shirts and jeans. He also carries a longcoat with lots of pockets to hide foodstuffs and various notebooks and implements.
• Personality:Ricardo is a guy who likes his personal space, so he doesn't like crowds, and excessively pushy people. He even hesitates when he has to adress strangers. He possesses slightly depressive traits and low self esteem, however he is kind and usually takes jokes well, and often makes japes. Ricardo is a big fan of science, as well as mythology, with a side of history and tales of chivalry. He is also a man of honor, and upholds his given word as much as he can even if that would go in his detriment. He suffers no cheaters nor liars and despises malicious people. However, Ricardo also houses a darker side when angered and he can be pretty vindictive with people that try hard at crossing the line.
• Abilities:
  Affinity:Unknown - He still has to discover it.
  Mimicry: Mimicry, the ability of imitation. Ricardo awakened to this ability recently. It allows him to discern and replicate mundane skills and knowledges after seeing it only once or twice. It also works on supernatural spells aswell. Although this doesn't means that he'd become a master in martials arts after seeing one. One thing is to know how it works, and the other do the actual worked. Hencefort, not all the actual spells and skills he can copy would be able to be employed by him, as he probably lacks the body conditioning or supernatural nature (even though he has good reserves of mana) . Even successful copied abilities are shoddy and cobbled together when first used, but they can be quite the trumph card if used well. It's specially great to learn new languages and technical skills, tho.
• Skills:
  Basic Forever Alone Life Skills: Yup, he can do his own chores acceptably. His food is "military rations" grade, though.
  Scientific Method: Being a Ph.D. in Physics means that Ricardo is actually very knowledgeable about the human science, and ever since he awoken his mimicry ability, this is rapidly expanding into chemistry, biology,medicine, and forensic science. He's the go-guy for techy talk.
  Tech Whizz: Similarly, his computer and electronics skill seem to go by hand with the previous statement. He can not only hack and disable electronic and computers, he can make them. And Improvised Explosive Devices too but you'd really need to make him angry by stealing his manga or something.
  High Threshold: Rickie has a remarkably high pain threshold.
  Drunk Karaoke Master: The guy is just that good with the alcohol and mic in his hands. For human standards. And only on western songs. Um. He's not that good.
• Equipment:
  Notebook and pen
  Lighter
  Small switchblade
  Chocolate Candy Bars
  Cellphone and wallet- Currently Stolen
• Brief Backstory:

Ricardo Caballero was once a somewhat bright student in Physics in Europe. He studied hard, was a total D&D nerd, had good grades and brilliant dreams, and travelled half across europe. But the academic world was not what it seemed, and he was backstabbed by his own project director, in order to keep the status quo. Ricardo took a blow to his personality, and decided to travel a little more, see more places to forget about the distasteful event.

It was then when he met his girlfriend, a fellow french scientist named Jeanne, and he seemed to be happen to mend his life little by little. Although Jeanne, one day, somehow, seemed to change, and became more paranoid and obsessed with a certain something. That she'd not tell to Ricardo. She even slammed the door on him and told him to get out of his life, effectively ending their relation. Ricardo was hardly the only one hurt and concerned about it. Jeanne's parents had confided that she was involved in strange meetings, that reeked of a sect.

So, not heeding his girlfriend's last words, he tried to enter the building. After a few embarassing attempts getting stuck at windows, he finally managed to do so.

He should've turned his back and stayed home. The place was crawling in literal demented demon worshippers, who chased the poor man's chubby ass throughout the entire mansion. In the wild goose chase, Ricardo stumbled upon a forbidden ritual, designed to actually bring a demon forth. And his ex-girlfriend was standing in the middle, in a species of trance.

His words never reached her, as she plunged a dagger into her own heart, dark energies crackling. The ritual was working. Ricardo was cornered, desperate. He had to run away. He was the only one who could tell the tale. But he couldn't, as his pursuers closed on him. He wanted to curl up in desperation, as the beast manifested, toying with her girlfriend's now limping corpse as if it was some kind of grotesque doll.

It didn't help that it also had a beatiful singsong voice, and was actually singing freaking nursery rhimes.

Ricardo snapped. And in that moment, he knew. As if yawning from a never ending dream, he got up. Something had changed. He made a dash for a ritual book. He skimmed through the pages. Flawlessly, like it had never happened before, the knowledge flew into his head. He knew. He understood how to do it.

Mana.

Magic.

It was real. And so was his magic aswell. The spell of banishment was half baked, and took it a couple of tries, in which he was stabbed and tossed across the room, but he eventually succeeded. The demon was defeated. And he survived. But... he had changed. He now knew. He now was learning so much more in so little time. His own world had been turned upside down.

And he ran once more, trying to soothe his heart. Towards the least likely place, Japan (thanks to his fast-learning of Japanese). He picked the city at random. And its name was Miura city.

¿Did I mention that he has not the best of luck?

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

@AtomicNut "Stupid kitsunes"

Now if only Setsura was around to hear that actual thought. >:)

@Ennui

IF she's not a telepath good luck trying. He'd still struggle to keep his polite face, tho.

Inside he'd be all.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
DIE DIE DIE BITCH BITCH DIE DIE DIE

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

<Snipped quote by harinezumikouken>

Ahahah... Hah...

...Will try my best to post tomorrow. Even if I have to get @VitaVitaAR to help me out. Sorry for the holdup.

@Rin

Get better soon.

We need more butts Fanilly being embarassed the lovely Martina crunching stuff!

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Guest Character: Panicky Assistant Tanuki who may or not be his daughter #14

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

The car elegantly stopped to an halt, as the businessman rapped his fingers against his knees, impatiently. He shot a look at his assistant, who shuffled her clothes once more, readjusting the form-fitting business suit with some difficulty. She let go the steering wheel, and it was then when he noticed her trembling hands. His eyes gazed for a second, before Kuro reached for his necktie, adjusting it.

"Relax".

"But, I can smell them. They're powerful, and some predator youkai smells." The girl answered, her eyes round and big in an effort, as her ears twitched and drooped.

"We'll be fine." Kuro said, as he opened the door, walking confidently in his business suit. He was proud of his dressing sense, even if somewhat tight in some inappropiate places, sometimes. He motioned to his assistant to follow him. She did obey, although with no small amount of fear, judging how she insistently tried to shield her appearance with her Lord's shoulders. She had a similar likelihood in the features than that of the man, with a black hair cut in a bobcut, her suit struggling to contain her bust, and brown eyes. She did not have the beady expression like that of her master, and she sported a band of freckles just under the eyes, which she shifted nervously. Both were not bothering to hide their animal features, as it was said trust was good in business. Sort of.

Kuro stopped a few steps, as he eyed the collective. "Good day. The MYO organization, I presume?" He said, doing a rather articulate, if slightly stiff and ornate bow. "My name is Mr Tamagi. Word has reached my ears that you may have some sort of contractual business within one of my properties." He added as he got up. "Since time is gold, allow me to be concise and precise. My assistant can-"

It was then when the assistant's nerves did not hold and with a "NUUU,too scary!" dropped all the papers she held in a folder, and scrambled for the nearest corner, holding a leaf and quickly vanishing in a puff of smoke... leaving behind a rather droll signal.

Which had a couple of not so droll protuberances, as the young Tanuki botched her own transformation in a fit of panic.

Tamagi's reaction was of course, befitting. A hearty facepalm. "Nevermind." He sighed as he picked up the papers and shuffled them. "I can help you with your goal. I only ask of you to not deface said dwelling any more than necessary." The tanuki smiled. "After all, we do not want to disrupt the wellbeing of the community, do we?" The elder tanuki announced, as he looked at his assistant-turned-signpost.

Well, it is worrisome to an extent. Most of them are young'uns, but not all. I even reckon that some of these, all alone, would be encounters i would not relish upon. Some of them are even stupid KITSUNES. But the golden rules of bussiness and war are to never show your fears to the enemy Kuro thought mentally, as his glare pierced his assistant.

"Sorry about that. She's new. And panicky." He quickly pieced together an excuse.