Crusader Lord

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Ah, duly noted. Sorry for suggesting that....but i can at least think of different ideas now. ^^;

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Hmm, duly noted. So the main character of Re: Monster has an ability where they can gain the advantageous abilities of other things by eating them, and by virtue of that is able to eat virtually anything (even stuff like metals) safely.

So i was thinking that, since that character's ability allows them to assimilate the abilities of other thing they eat, that i could make something to a similar effect for an OC.

Something like "was the recipient of a great deal of organ transplants in life" would translate to this ability: "Through physical contact with the body or parts of other creatures, whether those creatures be alive or dead, they can absorb/assimilate the DNA of said other creatures. What this does is grants them a very randomly chosen trait or boon as a result."

For example, assimilating the DNA of a horned rabbit might give them horns along with a stronger skull for headbutting at the very best, or might enhance their leg muscles a bit instead, or instead confer some other sort of advantage or the horned rabbits have that the user does not already have.

However, the gist is that this "boon" or "advantage" granted is not chosen by the user, but instead by you the GM for added randomness and variety.

(Dear heavens i hope this isn't a shoddy idea...)

(Though perhaps i am being too ambitious as well...)

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 For fun, i have been trying to think of a different but legitimate way to have an "assimilation"-like effect like the main character from Re: Monster did for his Skill. Any suggestions? Or is that a bad idea?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Got it. Thank you for the examples! :)

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Yes, if that would be ok to ask.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Hmm, it think i get the idea. An example or two not already among the OC's, who i have looked at, might help. XD

If that is ok to ask, i mean.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

What sorts of "Gifts" are you allowing for the starter goblins? Any sort of ideas that are not acceptable?

Fate/esoterica

Scylla

Servant Berserker

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As the armored man came speeding down towards her through the air, his scaled weapons aiming to cut her through in one go, Scylla's smile spread wide and toothy. Eerily wide, as if the excitement and bloodlust was finally rising to the surface in a visible way. The smile was perhaps...unnerving, able to send chills up the spine or easily call up a sense of unease. It was like the gaze of a great predator, looking upon prey with a quite horrifying Cheshire grin. In a deft motion, the smaller form of the white haired girl darted to the side in a leap, her reaction time [Agility: B] up to par for the move. Then as she moved back, her right hand gripped the dirt below, rotating her body around to face as her fingers made tracks in the dirt. That was something a servant was capable of in general without having to be too strong, perhaps, but there was one assumption her opponent had made that was not quite right.

This was no Caster-class servant.

From her landing spot, Scylla activated one of her skills [Monstrous Strength: A], launching herself forwards at the enemy with the ground as her launch pad. And in the wake of her great exertion of primal, monstrous force to launch herself at the enemy with great speed, the ground cracked and ruptured below her feet, a small crater forming as a large hail of dirt and rock was sent flying back (this being not in the direction of Scylla's master and master's friend) from the sheer force alone. As she flew towards her opponent at top speed, her left hand was balled into a fist, one ready to connect with the enemy if it could. If she was right, the man would hit the ground and stick his weapon into it. Potentially, in her mind, this gave her a moment to strike with hellish force [Strength: B (A rank due to Monstrous Strength)] and try to send her opponent flying.

Of course, this was merely her own perceptions and actions being put to the test. However it would work out would depend on her opponent as well, just like in any actual battle.

@RolePlayerRoxas@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

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Evangeline Henderson

Master of Assassin

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House, Near the Beach of Redrock

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"Haha, well said from the lips one of the great demons of Japan. I would expect no less! But it takes a lot to get me pretty drunk, after that liver enhancement i had a friend do to me!" the female magus said, laughing as she took another swig of the sake in her hand, which by now was getting pretty low unfortunately, though according to her body something else seemed to be almost picking at her like it was trying to get her even more drunk, "But yeah, i wasn't sure if demons had picky tastes for a moment there, but i do think i was wrong! Heh. I like you already! Yes, we shall save room for the sake later. Gotta be able to take in the good stuff!"

Evangeline then tipped up her bottle, drinking the last of the sake she had in it before dropping the bottle down at her feet with an audible "crack" of breaking glass. It was a rental anywho, and if she died she had no business worrying about leaving crap around the place. Not that she was some pig-sty lover, no even she had standards, but in this case she felt she could be a bit lazy with a servant like this. Demon or not, she was a fellow legendary drinker who seemed to have an array of skills and-...ah. That was the particular skill trying to get to her head too right now. Neat. Especially if she was ok with the crap Evangeline has stocked the whole place with. Course' there was enough food and such to get herself by for a couple weeks too, not to be ignorant of bodily needs beyond the joys of hard drink and companionship in enjoying that hard drink. Haha!

"Ah, but we should get going to the church first. Gets us back here quicker, then i promise to crack out the good Vodka for us. Hurts like hell, but the burn keeps ya warm on cold nights like nothing else but another woman's body snuggled right up-...ahem, anyways," the American woman said, before giving a hearty laugh at what she had been just about to say. She then stated to walk away, off in the direction of her car that could take them (or at least herself if her Assassin here decided otherwise) to the church, "If ya want you can drop that sake in the house till' we get back, probably safer that way if someone comes snooping around. Or hell we could carry it with us if you want, or something else since it's all up to what you want to do with that really."

@Raineh Daze

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13@Wildman13 Hello there, just looking around at some places. Though i get the odd feeling i have seen this place before? Has this RP been rebooted lately? XD

Ah, that aside, how extensive is your branching evolution tree for here as well? Just curious. :P

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Cymbeline Lockhart

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She would've chuckled in any normal circumstance at the captain's worry about mixing her and her twin sister up, but this matter was entirely serious in nature as it were. With the other mages and such examining for where the curse placed on the earl was, eventually something seemed to turn up in the form of Sir Tiral's crystal turning dark and a sigil appearing on the earl's forehead. Wait, a sigil? Cymbeline perked up a bit as the sigil came into view, stepping forwards as her eyes were trained upon the magical symbol. She stepped close to the Earl, examining the sigil carefully after having seen the result of the earlier dark magic sigil Sir Indrau had destroyed. Her inner mage was annoyed that the man had destroyed it, rather than take actual precaution she felt was necessary for such a thing. To her that was one rule of magic, caution, that she took seriously.

Though her perceptions on past actions and such aside, the girl pulled up part of the hem of her cloak, using her finger to draw a few precautionary sigils on the edge used for isolating magical effects. It was stuff normally used for experiments and keeping the experimenter safe, but in this case it had uses depending on what happened. Then in the middle of these sigils, after activating them, she drew a copy of the sigil on the earl forehead's appearance on her robe. She didn't want to activate this odd thing at all, and didn't put magical energy into it. Yet the precautionary sigils would be for saftey's sake to contain it in case merely drawing it had some effect. Because in all honesty this magic seemed much more potent than the average, and to her that meant it could be more volatile as well.

"Captain, i believe i can start to deconstruct this spell, which might be the safest way to go about this. I can also try to isolate the sigil proper, or at least try, in case there is some secondary measure that has been set up to protect the curse from being removed. I can't stop the main effects of the sigil as they are now, but the isolation would be able to potentially stop new things from activating if there is anything to speak of." the girl said trying to dumb down things as she turned to temporarily speak at the captain once more, looking to Sir Tiral and Sir Indrau briefly each as well as she spoke.

After what happened on the tree, she, they, none of them perhaps had an idea if this would be a trap or not. But for the earl's saftey, she felt that trying to dispel with Indrau's sword again was not going to be the best idea. She could be wrong, however, but that was her perception she had as someone who was trained as a mage and learned the bow secondarily to supplement. Though being younger, part of her internally worried the others would override her due to age regardless of her past magical training. Not that it would be out of spite, but this was a sitaution they needed to take care with.

Though potentially making the earl explode, by trying to brute force dispel the sigil, would not be helpful if that sigil wasn't taken care of more carefully this time. Would be quite gruesome and terrible, really.

@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y@TheFake