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In Cinis 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: David Andrew Ford

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance: David stands at roughly 6'2, with a sturdy build. His shoulders are broad and his hands are large. He has a strong jaw with a box shaped head. He is more well built in his upper body then his lower body. He has brown skin and stark white hair that is kept cut short and un-stylish. He has a scar running across the left corner of his lips, as well as one under his eyes and across his nose. His knuckles are hardened with callouses and despite the rough look of experience in his brown eyes, there is a general softness in his features. He tends to wear simple clothing, usually black shirts and jeans, with a trench-coat. The most frivolous thing about him is that he has a tattoo of a dove on the back of his right palm.

Biography/History: David was raised in a relatively poor household, and left high-school early on to get a job. While he was the smartest person in the world he certainly wasn't stupid, and he knew he could still do good in schooling he returned later, that being said his confidence and responsibility held him against going. By a stroke of luck he was accepted into a police foundations course quite young, and using his saved up money he was able to attend as well keep up a small job on the side. Despite loving the chance acquired, he found he didn't actually enjoy how rigid the system made him feel, either in school, or later on the force. After just a few years of working, and doing so quite well, he left to become a private investigator, where he had more control over his own actions and who he helped. His connections built buoyed him and he has been doing fairly well for himself this whole time, supplying what little extra cash he could to his family back home. That was of course until the dreams. He was rather busy in those early stages, and even when the silence hit his workflow was higher then before, until he was next. One of the few that suffered those...horrors. He was changed, and charged with a new task. Being as stubborn and level headed as he was, he could hold onto his sanity, for the most part. He hears voices and has invasive thoughts of being reckless or dangerous, but he is wise enough to argue with them. Though he can't hide his uncertainty that they will become more convincing...

Personality: David has always been a hardworking and dedicated person. He has had a clear sense of justice since day one, and while he knew not to "stir the pot" he would do what he felt he was supposed to from a moral standpoint. His naturally large build helped him with the bullies of his siblings when he was younger, as well as the bullies of the adult world later. He is a certain sort of calm, where his emotions run wild yet he hides it, and tries to tame it (with varying success) using his logic. He is somewhat simple, in the fact that he does what he thinks should be done, even if it's not what he wants. He has a deep sense of loyalty, as his actions haven't always been the best at making friends, and he lived for his family when he was younger, he holds new bonds closely. He is somewhat reckless in his actions, where he calculates the lowest possible risk, not including his own bodily health. He tries to seem at least somewhat dignified and humble, but he actually recognizes his own strength, and even thinks a little too highly of it. He likes to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders, not only by habit, but also because he loves to play the hero. Not that he would admit that.

Power: David is able to create arrows which can hover on the air or be placed onto something like a sticker. These arrows will propel whatever touches them along the direction they point at a high velocity. How fast something travels depend on how much energy David puts into the creation of one said arrow, and naturally how light the object is. The arrows can be touched by David without propelling him if he chooses, but that effect is only for him, as all other things are repelled (if possible of course). These arrows can be created at different sizes, also dependent on how much energy David can supply. They are created instantly, within a range of roughly 20 feet. David can also hold onto one then "apply" it a place later. They disperse after repelling up to two objects. The drawback from such a power is an overall sickness applied to David. It manifests itself in the form of a raspy cough, and fevers, that gets worse the more aforementioned "energy" is used to create the arrows, instead of battle this sickness. After using just a handful of arrows David will begin coughing up blood, and feeling weak. If used more, he will then vomit blood, have hazy vision, go pale, and have a very hard time being active. Further use he will soon go unconscious, and perhaps even induce seizures. If when he wakes and begins using too much power too soon, death is clearly on the table.

Anything else?: He loves sweets, and black tea. His favorite colors are black and orange, his favorite holiday is Halloween, and he is really bad at video-games. He knows a few songs on harmonica, and he hates smoking.
As you of of course know, our people can tap into the black and red powers due to their bloodline. There are four types of powers in total, two to the red and two to the black. We sort these powers in the 4 suits. Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs, Spades. Normally one can only reach into one of the suits, but if one is lucky enough to have direct lineage to two suits of the same colors, they have access to to half of the powers available. Naturally people use these powers for different things, though without proper training they are hard to develop. Enter the legion. Here one can develop their abilities in a classroom environment, to then become a sterling defender for our country of cards.

And again, as you know, our country must be defended at all times. The legions of beasts that assail our borders is unending, and without ability users we would be overrun in no time. While there are naturally other factions aiding in this cause, the prime defender, is those of The Legion. So, talented one. Will you help defend your home?

The Setting: A fantasy setting that is blended with sci-fi and modern aesthetic, a-la recent final fantasy games, Destiny, and other things I've never played. Our characters will be native the small nation of Card (working title). The dredges of mindless beasts that attack it are all you know, and you have risen to defeat them, for one reason or another. With the intro I clearly implied that our characters will all be apart of The Legion. Not so. The aforementioned "other factions" will have also sent in members to the post that our story begins in, so while The Four Suit Powers may interest you, they are not your only options. One can be a great knight from the Capital, A Marksman from the Guild, a Beast-Tamer from the wilds, a Mechanic from the deep-tech workshops, a Priest from the Holy Church or an upstart applicant in the defense coalition, who is for now, a basic soldier. Either way, you are here, and here is currently being overrun with high level monsters.

These monsters will be classified by chess pieces. Pawns are numerous, and quick. Rooks are larger, heavier and harder to take down. Knights are elite units, with high attack power at close range. Bishops are control units, and unless defeated quickly will spawn more and more enemies. Queens are massive flying fortresses that can spring from the ground. They rain devastation from afar and drop ground units. Kings are all but unheard of, essentially legends. When Card held a larger territory it was the first and only king spotted that terraformed the area, causing the change in owned land. It was taken down by the first heroes, and while it managed to slay them all, it too was lost in the battle. Of course this is a guideline, and there are further deviations in these types, but this is the general idea.

I will go further into the world, factions, monsters, and abilities available, if this ever reaches the OOC stage. As well as actual story, as all that I have here is "fight some shit". Not that isn't the core concept...
I am very interested in joining this. I love the inspiration it derives from, as well as fantasy-action aspect of it.
Hello, I would like to make a character if you are still accepting. I also want to draw my character's picture which will take a little bit of time, so can I just write a description instead?
Adam couldn't help but throw up a brow when he heard she didn't know her brothers number by heart. He had sort of assumed this whole time she was tech savvy, because of all the video games she played. He could remember some times she needed help with technology before, but he had figured she was doing that thing where she acted like she knew less about things then she did. Not that he was 100% SURE she did that, but he had such strong inclinations about it, he took it as fact. Adam was about to say something when he noticed the far off look in her eyes, but before he could she reanimated, and mentioned heading over to the coffee shop. He followed behind her, taking a look back the building as he did. He wondered what they would do if it came down. Nothing fun he was sure.

Making their way away from their abode, Adam found himself deep in thought. He was wondering if anyone had gotten seriously injured. Would their be relief services? Maybe he could volunteer. Not that he had much time because of school, but still. He though about the school building then. Was it damaged? Would it be closed for a while? While he could appreciate some down time, he didn't like the wasted tuition money. He- "Don't walk." The droning computerized voice broke his little internal tirade. He stared at the button and gave a small sour face. "Hate this thing..." He muttered. He knew why it was there, and that it was important because not everyone could see and all that, but god did it get old fast.




She let herself into his arms this time, still flinching when she did. All her buzzing thoughts, mixed with the emotional pit-hole and stomach pain left her in a state of pure confusion. As he stood she stared up at him. She was afraid. Of him, of the situation, of herself. She let a limp hand float up to him, and with all the effort she could muster, she stood slowly. She let her hand linger in his for a second, then pulled it back, looking down at the floor. "I'm not..." She still felt ridiculous saying this. "I'm not eating anyone." She felt less and less sure about that though. This was going to be a long night.
Adam was looking the building over. Inspecting it as if he would tell how bad it was from just this glance. He hadn't heard any panicking really, so he was assuming everything was fine. Hopefully no floors had given out and what they saw in their place was the worst of it. He let out a sigh. He wasn't so in the mood for studying. "Well one half of that idea sounds pretty alright." He looked over to his roommate to see her fishing through her bag. When she scowled his brow crinkled in response. "Don't have you phone?" He began feeling his jacket pockets but he knew he probably left his in his room. Maybe they could just borrow someone else's. "I'm sure we can give him a call somehow." He turned to face her instead of the building.

He didn't have any family in the area, but he cared deeply for his own, and he was pretty damn sure Katherine did too. "I'm sure he's just fine." Adam didn't have much of a basis for the sentiment, but that wasn't really the point. Adam looked over his shoulder and debated trying to grab their phones and his wallet. They would be great to have, for obvious reason, but he didn't want to worry Katherine, or put her in more danger. One more pat-down of his jacket and he found only his student card. "Maybe I have enough on here for some coffee..." He muttered. He didn't really enjoy coffee, but this felt like a time to drink it.




Cassandra flinched and was drew from her stupor as she felt a hand land on her. She listened to his gambit a bit as her face twisted slightly into something akin to disgust. The look in his eyes...It was so sad, she felt her anger wane somewhat. She was never good with anger, or any spiteful feelings really...He looked genuine, and in some way she let that make her feel a little guilty. Shaking her head a bit she slapped his arm off with the back of her hand. "Look I..." She was loosing focus. The gnawing in her belly was getting loud. "I just..." She noticed she wasn't wearing her glasses, but how clear everything looked. How could that be? "I just.." She was loosing steam. She couldn't manage to formulate thoughts into a cohesive string. Everything was so jumbled up, and her gut was yelling at her over it. "I'm just so hungry." She admitted, starring into the ground. She didn't want this. She hated this. This could't be happening. She felt tears welling behind her eyes. "I don't want to be hungry." She wasn't sure she felt so horrible because her huger hurt so bad, or because she was starting to grasp why it did. "...Help me..." She muttered without any thought, a tear letting loose from her eye, and hitting the floor between her splayed out hands. She was fully hunched over now.
Hey, that sounds good to me. I'll PM you if that's alright.

@deadpixel101


Perfectly alright friend!
Hello! If you are still looking I would love to play a game with you. We could maybe make a plot together in a mutually enjoyed setting. *cough*fantasy*cough*

If not though let's still chat, I'm interested in writing with you.
Adam let his eyes wander away from the ceiling once he thought that Katherine had herself ready to leave. He then slowly and gently took his jacket off the love chair and put it on, then slipped the picture into his pocket. He looked around for something else to grab, worried he might not be able to take anything else. He sighed somewhat and followed after his roommate, not wanting to hold them there any longer. He peeked his head around the counter to see the building attendant making the rounds. He looked down at himself in his sleep food and shrugged inwardly. He would rather be chilly and look silly instead of you know, die. He tapped Katherine on the shoulder. "Let's get going, it might get busy." He took half a step ahead of her but waited facing her to leave.




Sweetheart She thought bitterly. "I'm not a god damned fairy tale Markus." She spat with some sense of panic. Her hand clutched around her chest, looking for a sense of life. She felt panic continue to rise in it's place. "I can't feel my heart..." She said under her breath, much more to herself then to him. After he finished speaking she threw up her eyes at him. "I don't need your permission to not speak with you again you know." She felt her neck this time instead, looking for the jugular. Still she found no sense of life. "I'm not..." She breathed out again, her eyes dangerously still. She wasn't looking for answers in her head, she was hiding from them. Her stomach was screaming at her, she felt a humming all around her, as if the air was vibrating. Whenever she played back the current conversation in her head, she couldn't help but hear the word blood louder and louder. She didn't notice she was doing it, but her slack mouthed shock had turned into bared teeth.
Adan let the clothes excuse go with a shrug. He was still curious in some way, but he would leave it for later. As he scooped up the picture of his mom from the couch side table, he felt a pang of sadness. The picture was still in-tact but he still felt somehow responsible for letting it get in some form of danger. "I'm just glad we're okay, we can game another time..." As Katherine sat down, and commented on the dangers of the building, Adam looked up to see the trails of white coming down from the ceiling. "Uh...yeah. Yeah I agree." Those cracks were pretty bad looking. He hoped the people upstairs were okay. He hoped the floor to this place was even okay.

"Uh, after you." He gestured with the picture frame to the doorway, still looking up at the ceiling, as if that were somehow keeping it up.




"Not to mention the fact that-" Cassandra was brought back to reality by Markus interjecting. "What? Witch? Who said anything about a- I'm not a witch. That's ridiculous." She wasn't sure if she was lying to herself, or to him. She didn't know why she would bother doing either though, it was obviously a useless action. Just as she was to continue rambling about she was TOTALLY NOT A WITCH, Markus began talking about something that didn't exactly sit right with her. "No! Are you crazy? I'm not a freaking cannibal. And for that matter I don't really want anything to do with you thank you very much!" She took a few steps back. "You knocked me out! You bit me!" She threw a hand up to her neck, feeling for a wet spot. When she came up with none she was very confused. Was that a dream too? How long had she been out? Was she even awake now? She pinched her arm, wincing but not letting out noise. She continued applying more and more pressure until she had to yelp and pull her hand way, shaking her arm to try and get rid of the pain. Which, worked? That was new. "Okay. Not asleep." She indignantly threw at Markus. Her mind continued to race, but the light was distracting, and though she tried hard to ignore it, so was some strange sense of hunger welling up in her gut. "God this is all too much for me!" She slumped down and sat harshly on the floor. Her hands making a worse mess of her hair. "My heart can't take all this in one night." At the mention of the organ, she felt a strange absence. She placed her hand hesitantly on her chest. Nothing. Her mouth parted slightly, and her eyes went distant. She noticed her tongue didn't hurt anymore either.
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