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You you so much for the explanation! I think I might go for a Shotoclone, but I might end up making a grappler depending on how things turn out in my head. I'll get to work reading over the character sheets and will make sure not to post up an incomplete or WIP character. Though I will admit I'm not entirely used to the formatting on this site, so if my sheet looks weird when I post it I apologize up front. I'll try my best to make sure it looks presentable though.
Oh god, yes. I need this in my life right now. I'm glad (or hope) this roleplay is still looking for players. I have plenty of experience and a lot of eagerness. I want to start working on my character now, but I saw you guys are looking for certain fighter styles. Can someone explain to me what Shotoclone/Grappler/Zoner fighting styles entail exactly?
EVERYTHING TO FIGHT FOR



Everyone wants something.

Wealth, power, fame, honors, titles, praise, love, respect, or simply peace of mind. It is human nature to desire. To covet. To fight and bleed to fulfill our wants and needs however necessary or fickle they may seem to be.

In ages past an individual could gain whatever they desired with enough skill and determination. Strength of body, mind, and spirit could spit in the face of expectations and allow for the impossible to be done as if the limitations of this world were but paper.

However in this modern age it grows harder to believe that such things were ever possible. Individuals become lost in the endless seas of people that grow with every passing year. Groups bulge at the seams with influence as their numbers seemingly rend the meaning and efforts of a single person moot.

Even those with strength, with courage, and passion, are denied what they desire as if out of spite by this hollow world...

But what if I told you there was a way to achieve whatever you wanted? Anything you wanted?

And all you need to do...is fight for it.

A 'tournament' is being held far off in the sea, on an island that is part natural, part artificial. To the naked eye it seems like a normal island, urbanized in areas, wild and untamed in others. A nice place to vacation but nothing more.

The naked eye is a fickle thing however as this island is home to Omnia. A clandestine group said to stretch across the globe with fingers in every government and every field. They are everywhere to the point of seeming nowhere.

Omnia is responsible for countless deaths, countless breakthroughs, and possess wealth and power beyond description. However their mysterious workings leave them under the control of an individual and her loyal followers.

This women has offered a challenge. Anyone who can get to her and beat her, will become the leader of Omnia and have enough power and wealth to achieve whatever they could possibly desire whether through conventional means or Omnia's forbidden technology.

There are no rules to this 'tournament'. No referees, no specific arenas, and no rules beyond a basic two "

Why am I telling you this?

Because I want you. I need you. I want to see you beg, see you bleed, see you fight and maybe

Call of Resistance



"Welcome. Welcome to Center 17. You have chosen, or been chosen, to relocate to one of our happiest reform centers!"

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE



The Earth is dead, long live The Earth.

It is 299th year of the Revolutionary Calendar and the glorious Holy Empire of Mars is about to celebrate the 300th anniversary of it's founding.

However all is not well. Those living on

Nearly three centuries ago the arrogant oligarchies and democracies of the world drove the cradle of human life into oblivion. The hollow nations of Mother Earth, over populated with degenerate masses, consumed until there was nothing left and then turned on one another with hungry eyes. They fought until the skies went grey, the seas turned black, and the soil itself blanched deathly browns.

Only when they struggled to see the sun through the clouds of ash and catch air in their throats did they realize their folly. The Earth was dying and with the damage they had wrought it was believed they had only twenty years before the planet became completely uninhabitable.

In a moment of clarify the broken nations united and formed Umhlaba, an organization dedicated to colonizing space and safe guarding humanity. Leading the organization was a young scientist named Athelstan Zaref

Unable to make Lagrange Space Colonies sustainable, they instead turned their eyes to making the surrounding planets, Mars, Luna, and Venus livable. With the most brilliant surviving minds at their disposable and a desperate determination, they made countless discoveries and advances, eventually gaining the means to terraform another world.

However the joy of their discovery was dampened by the hard choice left before them. They had neither the time nor resources to terraform all the planets. Only one could be turned into a paradise. The others would have habitats built around them with the remaining resources.

The leader of the organization decided to terraform Mars and the great effort went into effect. They worked long and hard, losing many and suffering many setbacks. However in the end they succeeded and just as fresh air, clean water, and green grass graced the face of Mars did everything fall apart.

All order collapsed and the nations of the world vanished in fire and lead. People took to the streets in a panic and soldiers shed their false hides of honor, becoming ravenous bandits looking only to survive.

The Organization had everything ready. The ships were fueled and all preparations were made. All they needed were the people. However the 'great' world leaders and many men of self importance would not be arriving and armed fiends were on the fast approach. All seemed lost until **** took charge once more and ordered the ships to be filled with anyone and everyone they could find.

Security forces beat back bandits and brigands as innocent people were pulled off the streets in droves, funneled into the ships with maddening pace. After hours of bloodshed and desperate uncertainty the ships were filled and amidst gunfire and explosions the ships left the ground and soared into the heavens abandoning the bloodthirsty brigands below.

Mars
Luna
Venus
The Earth



Oops. Mispost. My apologies.
Yeah the RP is still accepting players! Your CS looks fine but just a heads up, I believe your desired spot is already taken by a player. Here's a link to the most updated map of Centran (Not-Europe) with the current nations:


Thanks for letting me know and showing me the map. I was going off the one I found while scrolling through these topics. I've edited my nation and my desired land is now that of the NPC nation of Theica. It's a nice spot and was honestly what I wanted originally. And I've popped on Chatzy.

I was wondering if someone could maybe explain how the system here works. I read what was written, but I'm worried I've missed a few things...
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