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Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Free Roleplay
Bump :p
Okay, I added a few things to flesh out his weaknesses and the such more. If you need me to add or change anything else, just tell me and I'll be happy to do it :)
Edit: I also added in the house section, and added a bit in personality. Also made a last minute change to Wisteria instead of Gladium :3
Edit: I also added in the house section, and added a bit in personality. Also made a last minute change to Wisteria instead of Gladium :3
As the plasma made contact with the trooper's uniform, it burned through the leather in seconds. Sabin didn't even have a second to react before the plasma had reached his skin, and he howled in pain as his skin started to burn, clawing at his back. What the hell had just happened? Had that goggled wastelander shot him with that damned energy shooter? How could that be, weren't those things supposed to be able to melt a human to goo in seconds? With a start, he realized that the man must of turned the energy output down or something, which means that thing could be much, much more damaging. On his knees now, still reaching at his burning back with one hand, he turned a rage-filled glare towards Poe. Sabin was just about to scream and get violent, when...
And doing something that he hadn't done since he arrived at this wretched place, Sabin bit back his anger and held his tongue. The dirty wastelander would just gain pleasure off of his reply, and possibly an excuse to kill him, and even more he was compromising his mission with these outbursts. He had to control himself before he ruined this for the NCR, they were depending on him. Pulling himself off the ground and wiping himself off, Sabin instead turned his back to Poe and gingerly felt along his back with his hand, feeling the now singed skin through the hole in his uniform. Sooner or later that dirty wastelander scum would pay for this, for all of it. For ruining his uniform, twice, and for all of the humiliation that he had caused Sabin. Revenge was going to be a sweet, sweet thing. But for now, he just needed to hold his tongue.
AtomicItalian said “Alright, alright, everyone calm the fuck down.” Hayley said, quelling the arguing taking place after the presentation.
And doing something that he hadn't done since he arrived at this wretched place, Sabin bit back his anger and held his tongue. The dirty wastelander would just gain pleasure off of his reply, and possibly an excuse to kill him, and even more he was compromising his mission with these outbursts. He had to control himself before he ruined this for the NCR, they were depending on him. Pulling himself off the ground and wiping himself off, Sabin instead turned his back to Poe and gingerly felt along his back with his hand, feeling the now singed skin through the hole in his uniform. Sooner or later that dirty wastelander scum would pay for this, for all of it. For ruining his uniform, twice, and for all of the humiliation that he had caused Sabin. Revenge was going to be a sweet, sweet thing. But for now, he just needed to hold his tongue.
I'm surprised no one shot Sabin sooner, lol xD
Username: Daemyn Sterk
Character Name: Fane Asher
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Natural curly red-orange hair that hangs below his ears, and no matter how much he brushes it, it always seems to pop back up into a big mess. Tallish, around 5'9 and is lanky and tall with a short waist and long legs. Lanky and has long arms. Fair skin with a few splotches of acne. (Sorry I couldn't find a picture)
Personality: Extremely fun loving and adventurous, Fane always loves doing new things, which usually tend to be quite dangerous and reckless. He craves attention, and sometimes goes a bit too far when trying to capture the spotlight. Open and often overbearing, Fane often gets clingy to his friends. Open-minded and optimistic about every aspect of the world. He loves to explore, often in places that he's not supposed to be in. Pranks are fun for Fane too, as long as they're just for the laughs. Or if it's too someone that he particularly dislikes. Fane is subject to his emotions and sometimes can act on them rather than thinking logically. Fane can be submissive and a push-over, and sensitive at times too, taking some jokes to heart rather than throwing them off. He's kind and nice to most people, and he's not a liar. Fane likes to know that people are happy, and will often try to make them so. He hates trickery and fair-play is something that he believes in. Loves to use his imagination and be creative. Sometimes Fane may unknowingly spout out things that may offend others around him. Fane has a lonely side that he doesn't show much, but is a reason why he longs for attention. Inside, Fane is self-conscious and often doubts himself, and has trouble believing that he's good enough. Uncertain.
House: Wisteria
Bio: Fane is a half-blood, his mother dying in childbirth he was left with his father, the wizard. After his wife's death, Fane's father was a wreck, taking to drinking. He blamed Fane for his mother's death, and was disgusted by the boy. This resulted in him being an abusive father, yelling at the boy for even small mistakes and often striking Fane, or using magic to hurt him. There were times when he even resorted to the crucio curse to force the boy into obeying. Needless to say, his home life wasn't the best. Instead of letting the abuse make him into a bitter person like his father, Fane kept an optimistic composure and kept himself going. He still dreads going back to his father during breaks, but is able to live with it.
Skills:
Strengths
-Great on a broomstick
-Hard working and resolute. Once he's set on a course, he's dead set and there's not much that can deter him
-Brave and bold
-Innovative and creative, good at finding alternative ways to solve problems
-Open minded and adventurous, he has no problem dropping out of his comfort zone and trying something new. Adaptable, you could say
-Optimism in bad situations can result in him not giving up on situations that may seem hopeless
Weaknesses
-Clumsy on his feet
-Trouble following procedures and directions
-Reckless
-Low natural ability when it comes to magic
-Subject to his emotions rather than logic
-Overwhelmed by small things and not good at handling stress
-Sometimes he can be a bit too adventurous and curious, snooping around in affairs that don't concern him
-Naive, and often trusts without a second glance
-Often doubts himself and can hesitate when making decisions
Classes: The normal Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms. Has Care of Magical Creatures as an elective, and art.
Wand:
Character Name: Fane Asher
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Natural curly red-orange hair that hangs below his ears, and no matter how much he brushes it, it always seems to pop back up into a big mess. Tallish, around 5'9 and is lanky and tall with a short waist and long legs. Lanky and has long arms. Fair skin with a few splotches of acne. (Sorry I couldn't find a picture)
Personality: Extremely fun loving and adventurous, Fane always loves doing new things, which usually tend to be quite dangerous and reckless. He craves attention, and sometimes goes a bit too far when trying to capture the spotlight. Open and often overbearing, Fane often gets clingy to his friends. Open-minded and optimistic about every aspect of the world. He loves to explore, often in places that he's not supposed to be in. Pranks are fun for Fane too, as long as they're just for the laughs. Or if it's too someone that he particularly dislikes. Fane is subject to his emotions and sometimes can act on them rather than thinking logically. Fane can be submissive and a push-over, and sensitive at times too, taking some jokes to heart rather than throwing them off. He's kind and nice to most people, and he's not a liar. Fane likes to know that people are happy, and will often try to make them so. He hates trickery and fair-play is something that he believes in. Loves to use his imagination and be creative. Sometimes Fane may unknowingly spout out things that may offend others around him. Fane has a lonely side that he doesn't show much, but is a reason why he longs for attention. Inside, Fane is self-conscious and often doubts himself, and has trouble believing that he's good enough. Uncertain.
House: Wisteria
Bio: Fane is a half-blood, his mother dying in childbirth he was left with his father, the wizard. After his wife's death, Fane's father was a wreck, taking to drinking. He blamed Fane for his mother's death, and was disgusted by the boy. This resulted in him being an abusive father, yelling at the boy for even small mistakes and often striking Fane, or using magic to hurt him. There were times when he even resorted to the crucio curse to force the boy into obeying. Needless to say, his home life wasn't the best. Instead of letting the abuse make him into a bitter person like his father, Fane kept an optimistic composure and kept himself going. He still dreads going back to his father during breaks, but is able to live with it.
Skills:
Strengths
-Great on a broomstick
-Hard working and resolute. Once he's set on a course, he's dead set and there's not much that can deter him
-Brave and bold
-Innovative and creative, good at finding alternative ways to solve problems
-Open minded and adventurous, he has no problem dropping out of his comfort zone and trying something new. Adaptable, you could say
-Optimism in bad situations can result in him not giving up on situations that may seem hopeless
Weaknesses
-Clumsy on his feet
-Trouble following procedures and directions
-Reckless
-Low natural ability when it comes to magic
-Subject to his emotions rather than logic
-Overwhelmed by small things and not good at handling stress
-Sometimes he can be a bit too adventurous and curious, snooping around in affairs that don't concern him
-Naive, and often trusts without a second glance
-Often doubts himself and can hesitate when making decisions
Classes: The normal Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms. Has Care of Magical Creatures as an elective, and art.
Wand:
Awesome, I'm really excited about this! :3
May be a little late, but I'd be really interested in this. :3
Hrm, I'm debating whether to make a second character to play as too. I just realized that I'm lousy at playing characters like Alin and I'm not going to end up having much more fun just playing him. I dunno though, playing two characters isn't too entertaining for me ;-;. Oh well, I'll decide something. lol
As Sabin was bombarded by three different people basically telling him to lay off, he turned around to face them. Why the hell were they turning on him, that ass behind him was the one that had threatened to kill NCR soldiers! Sabin voiced just that. "What the hell're you all talkin' abou'? He's the fuck tha' said he wouldn' min' killing a bunch of NCR soldiers! He thinks he's all big and bad, I was jus' tellin' him that 'e wasn't! You all migh' be afraid to stan' up for what ya believe in, but I ain't. I'm jus' 'ere to make sure that no citizen or NCR soldiers are 'urt from any of ya, and that's exactly what I was just doing! I expect better from you all, definitely you!" Sabin would say, pointing his finger towards Dallas, "Shame on ya for not standin' up for your fellow soldiers! I could take all of y'all right now, it ain't nothin'!" Sabin didn't know why they were going against him for standing up for his fellow soldiers, that's his job as a damned soldier.
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Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Free Roleplay
Disgust splayed across Billy's features as he looked up to see the beginning of a military parade, a blatant show of power. Teria, the country which Viel was the capital, has been warring against the northern powers for years on end, a losing battle. The war was being fought over resources and land, each army set on assimilating the other power into their lands. It was all a battle of greed. Teria's power has been rising over the last year, and soon they'd even surpass the north in terms of power. Rage enveloped Billy as he watched one of the cruel, legged war machines flung out its claw and smacked aside a woman standing in its path, her form crumpling against the wall. How the hell could the citizens just stand by and watch this happen to their own people? How could he?
The rock flung from Billy's hand before he realized it, flying towards the open pod of the leading war machine. Billy had positioned himself on top of the gallows in the square of the town, allowing him to stand at roughly the height of the war machines. As the rock smashed into the man's head, his body slumped and slipped out of the pilot's chair. Oops, that wasn't supposed to happen... Silence spread across the square and no one dared make a move, too dumbstruck at what Billy had just done. He was still aching and injured from the earlier beating, but at the moment he felt nothing except for cold fear. That wouldn't stop him though, not now. Putting his hands up and spread wide, Billy faced the parade and started to speak.
"You think you're so brave, eh? Walking aroun' in yer killing machines? They make you feel good about all this, somehow justifying all of this?" Billy gestured around to the starving, oppressed crowds all around. "All of this is justified by the power you're fighting over with the north, right? Well the truth is, none of ya are any better than those in the north, you're all scum!" What the hell was he doing? He was going to get himself killed! "Well we ain't gonna take this anymore, ya hear? None of us are! Ya think you can keep subjugating your own citizens without consequences, eh? Well not for long! Sooner or later yer sins will catch up ta ya, and that day your power will be destroyed!" No one joined in, none bold enough to stand up to the army. Billy was alone.
A bullet rippled from one of the war machines, zipping past Billy's ear and missing by centimeters. He'd just commit treason, and now it was time to get out of there before he was hung from the gallows that he was standing on. More bullets whizzed by as Billy jumped from the gallows, fleeing into the narrow alleys. Only the foot soldiers could follow from here, but they were still a huge threat. He could already hear the footsteps pounding on the wet ground behind him. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he sped up, barely noticing two teenagers on the road, a boy and a girl, the girl tugging along a chest of some kind. (Selena and Ciel) Tripping over the chest, Billy would fly forward and onto the ground, catching himself with his hands. He couldn't stop now, he thought, pulling himself to his feet, and he tore his gaze from the two and kept going, the soldiers close on his heels. His only advantage here was that he knew the city better than them, and he'd have to use that the best he could. Winding in and out of the twisting alleys, Billy heard the footsteps fade behind him. Breathing heavily, he ducked into a doorway and forced open the door of an obviously abandoned building, only falling to the ground once he was sure the door was locked and there was no one pursuing him. This was real trouble he was in now.
The rock flung from Billy's hand before he realized it, flying towards the open pod of the leading war machine. Billy had positioned himself on top of the gallows in the square of the town, allowing him to stand at roughly the height of the war machines. As the rock smashed into the man's head, his body slumped and slipped out of the pilot's chair. Oops, that wasn't supposed to happen... Silence spread across the square and no one dared make a move, too dumbstruck at what Billy had just done. He was still aching and injured from the earlier beating, but at the moment he felt nothing except for cold fear. That wouldn't stop him though, not now. Putting his hands up and spread wide, Billy faced the parade and started to speak.
"You think you're so brave, eh? Walking aroun' in yer killing machines? They make you feel good about all this, somehow justifying all of this?" Billy gestured around to the starving, oppressed crowds all around. "All of this is justified by the power you're fighting over with the north, right? Well the truth is, none of ya are any better than those in the north, you're all scum!" What the hell was he doing? He was going to get himself killed! "Well we ain't gonna take this anymore, ya hear? None of us are! Ya think you can keep subjugating your own citizens without consequences, eh? Well not for long! Sooner or later yer sins will catch up ta ya, and that day your power will be destroyed!" No one joined in, none bold enough to stand up to the army. Billy was alone.
A bullet rippled from one of the war machines, zipping past Billy's ear and missing by centimeters. He'd just commit treason, and now it was time to get out of there before he was hung from the gallows that he was standing on. More bullets whizzed by as Billy jumped from the gallows, fleeing into the narrow alleys. Only the foot soldiers could follow from here, but they were still a huge threat. He could already hear the footsteps pounding on the wet ground behind him. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he sped up, barely noticing two teenagers on the road, a boy and a girl, the girl tugging along a chest of some kind. (Selena and Ciel) Tripping over the chest, Billy would fly forward and onto the ground, catching himself with his hands. He couldn't stop now, he thought, pulling himself to his feet, and he tore his gaze from the two and kept going, the soldiers close on his heels. His only advantage here was that he knew the city better than them, and he'd have to use that the best he could. Winding in and out of the twisting alleys, Billy heard the footsteps fade behind him. Breathing heavily, he ducked into a doorway and forced open the door of an obviously abandoned building, only falling to the ground once he was sure the door was locked and there was no one pursuing him. This was real trouble he was in now.
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