AtomicNut

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

Having discussed the matter with @AtomicNut, 'hell' is actually part of the spiritual realm in this.

@VitaVitaAR

I'd also like to point out the point of the RP is Red Strikes, not demons. So you might get bored.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

• Name: Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar AKA El Cid
• Class::Saber
• Appearance:I know it's official art but...
• Abilities:
  • Strength: B
  • Endurance:A
  • Agility: B
  • Mana: C
  • Luck: E
  • Noble Phantasm: B+
  • Magic Resistance: C
  • Riding: B+
  • Charisma: C
  • Battle Continuation: A+
  • Military Tactics: B
• Noble Phantasms:
  
  • Tizona(B+): Anti army Noble phantasm, the most known of the duo. It's a flaming sword that can grow in size to hit multiple opponents. It has a reputation of being deadly.
  • Colada(C): Antipersonnal noble Phantasm. One of the two swords of El Cid. Whenever this Noble Phantasm is revealed, it fills the targets with no mental protection of images of their own failures whenever the glint of the blade is reflected upon them.
• Personality: El Cid is a complex character. He can be best described as a man who tried to do the right thing despite the circumstances of his life. A cultured man in an age of illiteracy, he treated people in equal worth, and he was known to spare opponents. Perhaps this is what caused him so many troubles, as he will not heed unworthy or otherwise incompetent masters or kings. Rodrigo possessed a great resolution in battle, as he himself asked to be tied to his horse while dying in pain so he could lead his troops in one last battle. However, despite his good disposition and straight willpower, one cannot make the mistake that he will be always easy to read. Rodrigo loves unorthodox tactics to get an upper hand in battle.
  Other: He is a huge book nerd. Specially on history and military.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

@Pirouette@Savato Ello there? Anybody home?

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

Lotte Blackthorn

Lotte anxiously rapped her finely manicured nails against the corners of her folder, as she kept her stance up and straight like the most tense of levies. She spared a last glance at herself. She had used a mortal guise this time, her actual silver hair turned into platinum blonde, her red eyes obscured into a shade of blue, and her demonic features all hidden. She also had done her best to keep herself presentable.

It was baffled how finding clothes, and a barber shop for females was much more expensive than it was for men, in that regard. And whenever she tried to choose a dress that was an honest, god, and humble fit, she would feel completely uncomfortable in it. Something inside her stirred each time. Compelling her to buy a size smaller. And there she was, her ample bosom, a reminder of her current condition, struggling to break free from the shirt, who had only been spared the brunt of the siege because the first undone button. Likewise, her business skirt and shirt were equally snug and form fitting. She couldn't have it other way, no. If she ever tried to wear anything less flattering, some kind of switch would turn in her demonic brain causing her to feel uneasy.

She cursed her current body, wishing for that of the times of old, but there wasn't anything that could be done. Plus, she was ageless now, and could fly and use the crafts that once thought were beyond him, only befitting Merlin and his ilk. Her heels clacked somewhat in surprise as she shifted in her chair, seeing the new arrival, eagerly. But with a demure disposition, putting all what she had learned from her fellow demons of lust into practice. It was not exactly how would she had wanted to climb into social status, but one could only use the cards she had dealt with.

Besides, no one else wanted to hire her, with her obscure background. Other than less-than reputable clubs, that is.

The situation was perfectly mirroring that of a TV show or a romantic story. Single widowed millionary tycoon would fall in love with his child's caretaker, thus closing the wounds that a tragic death had done. She wanted to puke upon the idea, but it was what needed to be done. All that she needed was to be nice to the brat and the father, and work her way up slowly... the first part wasn't too hard. She had been once a paragon of virtue... well, sort of.

And then the man fell limp, life escaping from his eyes. And falling limp like a doll. Lotte's expression stood there, frozen, a discredulous nervous smile creeping up as the father who was dead or had never been alive in first place. Lotte's vapid smile reached critical levels as she talked, nay, squeaked.

"Where's the candid...camera?" She yelped, quickly recalling some humans were fans of these kind of pranks. No, this was no prank, as her mind clicked. The company was called Avalon. The "business tycoon" was a magical golem or homunculus. And there was the kid staring at her directly, although she could swear the damned toddler was sneaking a peek at her barely contained bountiful gifts. But there was little doubt he was the real mastermind. Lotte's smile disappeared, as she craddled her face between one of her hands.

"No, don't tell me. The old man daddy puppet trick is getting old, or whatever, and you need a new, brand sexy nanny who can keep a secret and buy you the adult magazines, because for some reason you botched something and you're stuck in a kid's body." She chuckled so slightly. "So that's the gist of the job, isn't it?" She conceded, as she looked at the kid's expression.

Where had she seen that stupidly smug face...? It seemed familiar...

@Dblade26

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

The Sult Fanilly had crashed into, or rather Nero, gave the captain of the Roses an ugly look, after seeing her fumbling and flailing. Unceremonously putting one of her hands directly in Fanilly's face, she also pushed to untangle herself of the mess both were into. "Don't get in the way, midget!" She snapped as she tried to crawl towards Marianne.

Sult's expression frowned, upon seeing her twin brazenly manhandling Fanilly. She gritted her teeth, whispering something under her breath "That's it." But she made no further comment on that regard. Not now.

The demonic armor shifted and clicked in place. With an ominous silence, it moved at first like a second skin on Marianne, allowing the knightly damsel to fully explore the demonic boon it had granted. And yet, she quickly disregarded it, being infuriated. But the armor didn't make a response. Not even to the increasingly hostile answers, nor the posturing.

The armored hands of the knight tried to tear the rest of the armor off, but the monotonous clanking denoted that it wasn't working at all. And the electricity crackled and roared... and yet, the armor seemed to not be dented on the slightlest... instead, it was as if the lightning itself was being devoured, like the fading thunderbolts amidst the dark clouds of a storm. It was then when it shifted so slightly.

"Uh...hey..." The demonic voice hesitated.

And then, a second figure started to pour mana, as if it was the most skilled and obvious thing to do. More mana that coursed through Marianne, but pure in essence, and still...just mana. Which the armor also took in, with no signs of changing. It shifted slightly, puffing up at first, then it spoke.

"Siiigh... You. Are. Idiots." The armor spoke with solemnity. "You think you can destroy me like that, you'll only earn yourself a trip to the healers due to mana exhaustion that way. And you, the other one. The undead with the core swelling with mana. You're as hopeless as a monkey when it comes to magical theory. You can't really fix everything by throwing mana around. Which is rather tasteless, by the way." The armor shifted, and begin to shift.

"Okay. You win. I'm out of here. You guys can't be more pathetic and uninformed even if you tried. Order of Knights? I've seen barbarians with more poise!" The armor snapped in annoyance as it became airborne once again, detaching itself from Marianne quickly and hastily, as if it had been some kind of unpalatable food.

It was then when it caught notice of Nero, and giving a shrug... or whatever it was that kind of gesture, descended upon Nero once again after her short escapade.

"I SHALL GRACE YOU WITH ANOTHER CHANCE---wait, what are you doing?" The armor, who quickly reformed around Nero, granting her the aspect she had before of a man questioned.

"You told me the contract is over, and hence... I shall use my Holy mana as I please, you coy demonic scrap..." She (he?) smiled. "Now how was the spell my sister used before...?" She mused. "Ah yes..."

"Wait...wait...Nero, old friend..." The armor flailed as it tried to detach, but one of Nero's hands got a grip on it, preventing its escape."We...can talk...I mean...we make a good team."

"O...holy Reon...mother of the Sun." Nero began to chant, her voice still retaining her female quality. "In this woeful hour, we prayeth. In thy name, I beseech to thine burning passion. Let this haven be a dwelling of thy power. "

"NO, NO, NOO!" The armor flailed, as it tried to escape, Nero grunting to prevent its release.

"Let Thy LIGHT SHINE THROUGH THE DARKEST PIT! LET OUR FOES, KNOW THE MIGHT OF THY NAME! LET THEM KNOW OF THINE SEARING WRATH, AND NEVER LAY A HAND UPON THINE SERVANTS!" Nero said as she drew a sigil on the armor. Blessing the demonic armor. "WARD OF REON!" She yelled, as she and the armor were propelled in different directions, the magical reaction explosion emitting a deafening roar.

What was left of the armor impacted on the wall with a loud thud... quickly piecing together as the impish figure she once had manifested as. "YOU, BITCH!!"

"..serves you right." said Nero, as she panted, blood trickling from her nose. "I despise traitors." Her sight rested on Sult, albeit briefly, as she gave Nero an ugly face. "They're the worst, aren't they?"

"Nero..." Sult, who was besides Tiral, tensed, almost snarling. "How dare you touch the captain like that?" She snarled.

"Oh, and what are you going to do? Fight me? Here? Silly Sult." Her elder sister coughed as she got straight up.

"No. But when we're out of this tomb... mark my words. A duel. Will. be. Waiting." The youngest sister snarled.

"Fine by me. I am at wits end too... specially seeing how half your order has seen the very bountiful bosom I would rather not have revealed." Nero snarked back, getting her blade. Even though things seemed quiet, they wouldn't be for long.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Meh, whatever.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Scratch that, the collab's pretty much complete. I waited too long. :/

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Okay i will tackle the collab post with lorenzo today.

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

Like some kind of over-sexualized, incredibly deadly Fran Drescher. I approve. Also the look on her face when she finds out should be fantastic.

@Dblade26

And afterwards she will feel compelled to perch her bum on Merlin's office desk. Dunno why, succubus instincts maybe.

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

I think i will make Lotte's first post as if she had no idea this was Merlin in first place, and that her original plan was to be the Nanny who woos the widower.