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~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

@LetMeDoStuff

Alright, I changed the name and his role

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Daniel Blazek

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"Try to not get in my way. I don't want there to be any accidents."

Name
Daniel Blazek

Gender
Male

Age
Eighteen - June 7th, 1896 EC

Sexuality
Hetero

Race
Ancaster, Kingdom of Edinburgh

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Appearance
Daniel is easily identifable by his rich, red hair that appears to be in constant state of chaos and a scar that runs from his upper right cheek to the right edge of his lip. In regards to his physical presence, Daniel stands at six feet and three inches and maintains a clearly defined set of muscles. Women often find him favorable to the eyes, often against his desires. Underneath his uniform, his body is host to a canvas of scars dedicated to fights he nearly lost. No matter the situation, his emerald-like eyes never lose their intensity. It is rare to ever hear him laughing. He is not afraid to get dirty and that often showcases on his uniform.

Personality
Serious on and off the battlefield, nothing seems to be able to get underneath Daniel's skin. When speaking with others, he will often say what he truly thinks regardless of how it might make them feel. This has often put him at odds with those in charge. A harsh childhood has made him very wary of others, and so he often believes any show of kindness is hidden by an ulterior motive. Rarely will he ever initiate conversation with another, but he will answer when spoke too. He can seem dismissive at times, but deep down he will help any squad-mate that needs it.

Daniel holds a grim outlook on life and is willing to do anything without hesitation should it be necessary to protect his squad or stay alive himself. Any free time he receives he spends it either on the firing range or practicing hand-to-hand combat. Despite his rather stoic attitude, Any time a female approaches him he gets flustered without them even having to say a word. The mere proximity of women is enough for him to skin squirm, and will do his best to to distance himself as quickly as possible.

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Rank
Private

Role
Rifleman

Equipment
S-M Longfield Rifle
Rifle Bayonet
Shrapnel-Ragnite Bombs

Potentials

Deadeye - Pratice on the firing range has allowed Daniel to reliably hit any target with extreme precision.

Fears Women - Due to a relationship that left him emotionally scarred, he is anxious whenever he is around women.

Street Warrior - Daniel's time spent with a street gang has honed his reactions and pain tolerance.

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Biography
Daniel doesn't like to talk about a lot of subjects but the one that is completely off-limits is his past. His life started in the small city of Ancaster in the Kingdom of Edinburgh, born into the poverty-stricken Blazek family. Children are supposed to feel safe in their home but that was not the case for Daniel. His father was a heavy alcoholic and would raise hell every time he returned home from the steel mill he worked in. No matter how hard he tried to please his father, nothing was ever enough. His mother did nothing to protect him and this in turn made him view her as spineless. That was why he started to spend his time out in the street more than at home, which is how he got involved with the Tin Pot Gang.

It was in the Tin Pot Gang that he finally found some semblance of a family. They looked out for him while he was out on the streets, and even taught him how to pick-pocket. Daniel found he was very good at this and started doing this more and more frequently, often with the help of other young gang members like himself. As he got older, the gang had him do more and more dangerous crimes. It wasn't rare for Daniel to be in the middle of fight over turf, more than often ending with someone getting stabbed or sliced open with a knife. He has several scars over his chest as mementos of those first fights. Life at home only got worse and Daneiel grew ever distant from his parents.

One night upon returning home, he came across a horrific scene. His father laid face-down in a pool of blood, several gunshot wounds in his chest. A short distance away was his mother, limp on the ground with his father's revolver just out of her reach and a single entry wound through her temple. Daniel cried for what felt like the first, his heart a mess of conflicting emotions. He simply left their bodies there and ran out into the city, where he ran into the daughter of the local magistrate: Elizabeth Einzbern. She convinced her father to take him in, an opportunity to change his life. During his stay, he and Elizabeth developed a strong, personal connection that eventually blossomed into love. It was the happiest days of his life.

This brief period of joy was to be short lived. Elizabeth started to lose weight, lose the energy Daniel fell in love with, and was plagued by constant fevers. After a visit to the doctor, Daniel was told news he never wanted to hear: Elizabeth was dying from cancer. This revelation came shortly after the outbreak of the First Europan War. Slowly he watched the one person that made him happy...fade away. All the scars that had slowly begun to heal were violently ripped open. He did not have much time to process this before the military came for his service. It was through basic training that the broken pieces of him were put back together, although not in their original form. He took particular solace on the firing range and was known for being at the top of his class for accuracy. Now stationed out on the front lines, his only purpose is to fight.

Affiliations
Isaak Blazek - Daniel's father. Violent alcoholic who abused Mical and his mother. [Deceased]

Annabelle Blazek - Daniel's mother. A passive and anxious woman from years of abuse, eventually took her husband's life and his own. [Deceased]

Elizabeth Einzbern - Took Daniel into her home after his parents' death. She was the love of his life until cancer took her away. [Deceased]

Arthur Rennings - Leader of the Tin Pot Gang who looked after Daniel and taught him how to fight

Relationships
None.

Character Theme

Here is my CS. I hope I can still join! Could I also get another discord link?

Naval Maidens [A Shipgirl RP]

U.S.S. Alaska

"Greetings, Commander. If you give me the chance, I will show you what I can do."

Name:
U.S.S Alaska

Class:
Alaska

Type:
Heavy Cruiser

Equipment:
Triple 305mm gun (Main)
Twin 127 Dual-gun (Secondary + AA)
Quad 40mm Bofos gun (AA)

Appearance:
Alaska stands at a tall 186 centimetres in height without any visible injuries. Despite being dressed in winter apparel, her relatively large bust is easy to make out. Her favorite outfit consists of a heavy, white coat with a fur-lining that extends a little past her waist. Black leggings conform tightly to her shapely thighs as they tuck into a pair of white-leather leather boots. A single, black-leather glove is worn on her right hand that she never takes off in public. The pure white of her coat contrasts well with her dark pink-colored hair.

Personality
Alaska is constantly in the pursuit of glory on the battlefield and proving her worth to others, due to never being a part of any major engagements during her service and eventually being scrapped. Despite an aggressive and serious personality, she is always looking out for her fellow ships and will do whatever she can to help them. Whenever she is not on deployment, she is busy conducting training exercises. Enjoys shooting down enemy aircraft but absolutely adores aircraft carriers, though she hides the latter.

History:
The Alaska came late into the war and as such did not see much action. Her primary tasks were providing anti-air support for carrier fleets and limited bombardment of islands in the Pacific. Later she swept the seas looking for Japanese shipping vessels but was only somewhat successful. Alaska's last major contribution was a large raid into the estuary of the Yangtze River off Shanghai yet it only had limited success. After the war, she assisted the army in Korea before returning home. Plans were made to refit her with missile systems but it was deemed too costly. Thus, she was scrapped on June 1st, 1960.

Other Information:
The only injury her crew face during the war was from flash-burns from one of her 5-inch guns
Theme

I wanted to include Anti-Air Radar in the equipment, but I already had my three.

Naval Maidens [A Shipgirl RP]

Two different mindsets lol

If life clears up, I would like to join as the U.S.S Alaska

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

After playing through Valkyria Chronicles 4, I wish I would have seen this sooner :/

I'm just an writer who writes for fun (Looking for Multiple Partners)

Updated and looking for partners.

Self-Replicating Factory (Ithradine's Testing Grounds)

New SAO CS

Name: Kira/Izuhara Ryu
Title: None
Age: 23
Background: Ryu was the first child of her family to be born in the United States, making her a first-generation American. Her imagination and drive have been strong since the moment she could talk and that made her a handful for her parents. Her father was a prominent businessman whose wealth afforded Ryu everything that she could ever need while her Mother worked at home to take care of her.

Class: Swordswoman
Subclass: None

DanMachi RP: Secrets of the Dungeon

His brows furrowed and he somewhat pouted in reaction to Koph's mocking "O-of course I had friends!" After his initial reaction, he realized that she had been messing with him and quickly changed from being upset to being embarrassed. He didn't hear or see anything, but Koph was definitely signalling about something. Three...something. A bit of panic set in, the added pressure didn't make it easier to keep talking "I'm hoping that I can make some new ones now. Hopefully they will call me by my actual name." He smirked a little as he said the last part.

When Koph came back, there was clear curiosity in Voltaire's eyes "So what is it? Goblins? Kobolds? Giant Spiders?" As he said that, he began to hear the sound of footsteps as well. However it was just a kind of thumping to him and not the detailed version Koph knew.

✧ Adventure Must Continue ✧

@Lugubrious

The mere presence and actions of the priestess seemed to lift up the villagers. Any despair that had shown in their faces previously was gone for the moment, replaced by expressions of gratitude and interest. It seemed like every single last human there wanted a chance to speak with here, and the priestess appeared to be enjoying being among the masses much to the annoyance of her paladins. It would not last long however.

The fox ears of the priestess twitched forward shortly after the sounds of the explosion reached Helena, her eyes briefly widening though it seemed her human audience did not hear it. Both of the paladins saw this expression on her face, and decided then it was time to end this small act of charity. Despite her swift return to her carriage, the villagers happily waved goodbye as the door closed and the curtain drawn. After she was secured in the carriage, the paladins mounted their horses and the convoy began to move once more.

In the opposite direction, the road stretched on for a long time with little noticeable changes except for a one. A maiden of pure white. Everything from her hair to her dress was pure as snow. The dress had long sleeves that were nearly see-through, the holes at the end far larger than her hands. The length barely reaching her knees. She had one other item besides her dress: a large ornate scythe held in her left hand. The size and weight alone would make even the strongest humans use two hands, yet she wielded it effortless with one. A blank expression shown on her face, her gaze vaguely in Helena's direction.

@FalloutJack

Lucius bore the expression of a person in a complete state of disbelief as Garlock vanished only to reappear later with his symbol of authority and a stolen identity. Seeming to understand Garlock's intentions to usurp him, Lucius desperately tried to move whatever muscles would listen to him. He seemed unable to choose between fear and anger, the two volatile emotions battled it out in his movements. A fierce grimace crossed his lips as Star intercepted him with ease. The entirety of his body was ready to yell something profane at Garlock, before the color drained from his skin once Star spoke "Your...lord?" Noticeable fear trickled into every syllable.

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The charred fields faded into rolling hills with black stone that occasionally pierced the surface and short grass that was a dim green color. Nothing stopped Garlock as he headed south, following the direction the real King Lucius and his soldiers had been headed. Small mountain ranges could be made out in the far distance to the east and south-west. As he moved further along, A enormous wall that extended outside of his range of vision came into view. A large gate made out constructed out of dark grey stone and silver-like metal blocked a nearby road with several soldiers wearing the black and red that marked this kingdom's soldiers. They appeared to be scrambling and sure enough, a patrol of three soldiers took flight from the gate and headed right for Garlock.

They moved quickly through the air and landed in front of Garlock after a short time. The armor of the three soldiers lacked the same quality that the six-hundred soldiers did, but the one in the middle was decorated with small amounts of gold and a red cloak. This was the same soldier that came forward to speak "King Lucuius!" His eyes were wide as he examined your condition, saying your acquired name with absolute reverence "You two! Get him steady!" He barked out orders, pointed at both of the two on his right and left. The two grunts that accompanied him came to your side, pulling each arm over heir shoulders. It was obvious that panic had set in for the three soldiers "Who dared do this to you, my liege?" The officer asked, as the soldiers began to move you along towards the gate.

@Achronum@Lunarlord34

Cisna did not seem entirely convinced by Volaris's words about responsibility to help those in need, choosing to simply nod once as a reply. Her pale blue eyes watched carefully as he moved forward and ultimately sat down in front of her. It appeared besides being grateful, she did not know what to make of the three. However, once Volaris mentioned survivors her diverted from Volaris just off the side staring into nothingness. It wasn't until he addressed her once more that she semi-broke out of it, looking back at feeble looking old man and the appearance of food and water distracted her from whatever thoughts were coursing through her mind.

Eagerly she accepted Volaris's gifts, and offered a small, soft smile in return for his laughter. No waiting for a moment longer, she first drank from the waters-kin like a traveler in the desert. The food she took a longer time with, looking almost unsure if she wished to consume it. Once she finished, her gaze drifted to the ground and grief once entered the expressions of her face "I..I will try my best to tell you what I know." Her words stumbled on top of each other while she tried to hold it together.

She took a deep breath to calm herself before beginning "We are...well were.. soldiers of the Dremorian Empire, the country just south of here. The two of us were part of its 'special soldiers' program, although Rath is a generation before mine. I..." She looked back at her now sleeping comrade then back at Volaris "I still don't understand. All of the previous generation soldiers were ordered to take and hold that fort, everyone thought we were heading to war...." The edges of her eyes began to tear up "Instead, I and all of the soldiers from my generation were ordered to march out to the fort under our king: King Lucius. W-we got to the fort and..and...and...." At this point, any control she was maintaining broke "It was a slaughter. Our king decreed that all those in the fort were traitors and sentenced them to death. The horror that followed....I-I don't want to think about it." Her body shivered at that moment.

Her face twisted as she tried to regain some semblance of control "Rath is the only survivor. I...had to save him. A few of the soldiers...they held him down...and....and cut off his wings." Cisna flinched just by mentioning it before continuing "I killed them...just barely. I took off with Rath towards the forest and...then we ran into you." She finished almost quietly. Streaks of tears were clearly visible down her cheeks "I-I will try to answer any other questions you have. It...it is the least I can do to try and repay your kindness."

@Lunarlord34

Nothing remarkable lies between you and the fort except for a trail of dark blood extends from the forest to a large hole in the side of the fort, likely belonging to the two soldiers you just recently saved. The fort resembles a large stone tower nearing six stories in height. From the outside, it appears to be constructed with a grey stone and reinforced with metal on the corners. The ground is soaked in blood and littered with shattered weapons, but no bodies. However, you can just see inside entryway of the fort. Inside lies three mountains of bodies dressed in similar armor to Rath. Various body parts are strewn about the floor which has been coated in dark red, the smell is nothing less than horrific.

@Trainerblue192

Sameal found himself moving along very uneven ground, the land south was full of small hills and small crevices. Further south, he could see a length wall that stretched across from east to west well out of his range of vision. There was also a wounded looking man in tattered armor that was being atteneded to by three beings with black, featherly wings and dressed in full armor. A short distance away from them was a large, fortified gate.

Outside of the forest, there did not appear to be any civilized settlements of any kind. That was except for the semi-decayed fort to the North-West, which had been the site of a very recent battle. Megu and Elizabeth seemed to be at the location looking for information. West of the forest was charred, warped landscape with small embers of fire still lit, pieces of gore littered the ground and parts were soaked dark red. In the North-East, Helena was with a few others overlooking a village and were in the processing of heading along a road where a single figure, quite some distance away, dressed in complete white was heading towards them. South you were able to see a single figure moving further south towards a large, dark colored wall that spanned for several miles. A large mountain was just visible out west, the form was somewhat blurry and dark. Far to the east, there was a strangely dark looking cloud that appeared to remaining still.

✧ Adventure Must Continue ✧

@FalloutJack

A sharp grimace appeared on Lucius's face as he spotted the airborne attacker and heard the words yelled by the mysterious mage. Before he could get a word out, the captain of the Burning Valkyries surged forward in front of her king. Loyal to her dying breath, she took the initial blow of Morningstar's attack and was obliterated in the process. The shield she had tried to block with was shattered completely, the shards of black metal piercing her flesh. As the motion of the strike carried through, her hand up to her shoulder was rendered a gory mess. Pained and almost inhuman screams pierced the air shortly before the shockwave effect of Shockwave Assaualt silenced her forever. Meanwhile a red aura with a black outline engulfed Lucius, his right hand tightly wrapped around the hilt of his sword. He managed to drop several feet in the air, avoiding the large fireball, but was still struck with the tremendous force of Morningstar's strength. His body fell sharply to the ground, his wings becoming limp in his free-fall.

The rest of the army did not fare nearly so well. A chorus of breaking bones and rupturing organs played out, a downpour of dark red blood falling to the once lush green landscape below. Those unlucky enough to survive those first moments were incinerated by the first stage of Garlock's Hecaton Pyrum. Six hundred voices all cried out in terror as their life was violently torn and burned into nothing but ash and blood. Once the second stage of Heacton Pyrum activated, it removed any signs of their existence and much of the rich green foliage that laid beneath them. The wild inferno scorching the ground black and leaving nothing behind save for the army's shattered equipment and the severely damaged body of Lucius.

Struggling to stand, King Lucius propped himself onto his knees using his sword that was now out of its sheathe. The sword itself glowed in the same aura that covered Lucius, a undeniable amount of power flowed from the blade. The majority of his armor lay scattered around him, broken beyond all repair, revealing much of the light-skinned flesh of his upper body now decorated with several serious cuts. Remarkably, the crown upon his head was completely intact and showed no signs of damage "I..." A hearty cough sent blood shooting out of his mouth. Weakly, he wiped his mouth with his right shoulder. His eyes widened with horror as he looked around him to a field of ash, fire, and blood before turning his sight back on Garlock and Moringstar "I ask...of you, please spare me." Despite the strong aura, Lucius was clearly in no shape to fight back. In fact, the aura that had seemingly protected him faded away "Anything...anything you desire I shall give...just let me live." The once beautiful raven black wings on his back were torn and split, large patches of feathers were missing from each wing.

@Lugubrious

The somewhat solemn faces of the villagers lit up as the carriage approached with the younger children practically looking on in awe. It was easy to tell that hard times had fallen upon them as both their clothes and homes were in poor condition, and several had old wounds that had not properly healed. The speed of the carriage gave no indication this was their intended destination, however as the small convoy entered the edge of the village it came to a swift stop. Confusion gripped the two paladins in front who had to make their way back to the carriage. Before they reached it, the door opened.

No longer hidden by curtains, the cargo of the carriage was finally revealed: A short woman dressed in a long, white robe with a makeshift belt around the waist made out of a light brown rope. By appearance alone, she had the look of someone who in their early twenties. Light blue eyes were rich with color and shined like a pair of radiant gems. Her hair matched the color of her eyes and framed well against her rather pale skin. The pointed fox-like ears that jutted from underneath her hood, through specially cut holes, and the puffy tail behind her made it clear that she was not human. Even so, the entirely human village did not hesitate in running up to her. First the children and then the adults soon after them. To a human, she would have a goddess-like beauty complimented by the grace in her movements.

The two paladins dismounted from their steeds and forced themselves through the crowd that now gathered. Once in the presence of the woman, they appeared to argue with her about something. It did not last long as the woman quickly went from a soft expression to one of scolding and fury. Shame, and frustration, appeared in both of the paladins' faces before they backed away. A bright smile returned to the woman's face as the villagers all gathered around and spoke with her. Before long, the injured and sick of the village began to be brought before her in a line. The woman would hold her hands over their injured parts while a white light emitted from her palms. After a short time, the sick and injury were cured of their condition. The players of Yggdrasil knew this spell as 'Healing Touch', a third tier healing spell commonly used by starting clerics for its excellent ratio of healing to mana cost, and the ability to cure low-tier status effects. The main drawback was that the caster must be in very close proximity.

@Achronum@Lunarlord34

The Two Survivors

The Woman

The Man

Suspicion and fear filled the faces of the two soldiers as the gate opened and Volaris emerged along with Megu and Elizabeth. At first, the female soldier lowered the male to the ground and drew out the short-sword attached to her hip. Despite her own heavy wounds, she stood in a protective stance over him. The short-sword shook in her hands as she barely raised it in front, her eyes full of determination to save her comrade. Once Volaris made his intentions known, tears swelled up in her eyes and eventually fell down her cheeks as the sword fell to her side along with her arms "Please...save us." Her soft voice trembled. While the male was too weak to move on his own, the female soldier's muscles tightened up in response to her moving closer but did not try to resist. Her eyes closed tightly as Elizabeth cast the spell on her. Every single wound and abrasion closed and disappeared from her body, the same occurring to the male soldier next to her.

Her pale blue eyes went wide with amazement as she held her arms in front of her to examine them, then glanced over to her comrade. She dropped onto her knees by his side and began to look him over hysterically. The male soldier, while having been healed to full, appeared to have fallen asleep. Once it was confirmed the male soldier was not longer in mortal danger, she turned her attention to Volaris, Megu, and Elizabeth. Shifting on her knees, she prostrated herself before the three of them with her head faced towards the ground "I..." Once again her voice trembled, but a different emotion caused it this time "T-Thank you! I thought w-we were...we w-would have..." Tears once again fell from her cheeks but against it, she smiled softly and lifted her head to meet Volaris's eyes "We o-owe our lives to you. I am Cisna and this is Rath." Her voice suggested that she was rather shy for a soldier. Now that you had a chance to look at them up close, Rath seemed a few years older than Cisna. Both had horns and tails similar to ones that the other soldiers and King Lucius had. However, the entire back of Rath's armor was missing. Before Elizabeth healed him, there two areas of his back that was missing skin and had several bones sticking out of open wounds. They have since been healed over leaving behind a few lumps going down in two lines from just below his shoulders blades.