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@Kafka Komedy@Jester Acharis@Sho Minazuki@The Fox Without@Bai Suzhen@Sigil@Gowi@Zeroth


So because basically everyone decided to drop out without saying a word, my RP died before it could even start. Dick move guys, thanks a lot.
Well thanks for waiting until now to actually bother to say so. Sheesh.
@Kafka Komedy@Jester Acharis@Sho Minazuki@The Fox Without@Bai Suzhen@Sigil@Gowi@Zeroth



Oi, what's the hold-up here? We had a GM post to move things along and nobody bothered to reply or anything. You can't seriously be telling me that everyone just magically lost interest at the same time. And being busy isn't an end-all-be-all excuse because most of you have clearly still been active on the site, so what in the actual heck, people?

2. Too many weapons, I understand she is versatile adventurer but as a soul calibur RP you should really only have a main weapon or dual set of main weapons (two daggers, Sword and dagger, etc.) The use of pisotls will have to be heavily nerfed (slow to fire, and to reload, shaky accuracy) and it would take up one of your weapon slots (one for each hand). This also goes for @Double and your 4 pistols, I'm afraid you can only have one weapon for each hand. (apart from this you are approved)


So... a pirate isn't allowed to carry spares? I'll adhere to the request, but I would like to gently point out that real life pirates actually did keep sets of pistols like that on them in order to alleviate the whole one-shot-per-gun limitation of the time period. In tournament scenarios I was fully expecting Roberts to have to his check his firearms with someone and only be allowed to compete using his blade, but as I said, I will respect your wishes if that is what you truly want.
Name: Armand Robertos

Pseudonym: Roberts, The Spaniard

Age: 30

Nationality: Spanish

Appearance:


Height: 170cm

Weight: 85kg

Weapon(s): Pistol Sword and a Pistol

Fighting Style: In spite of his "profession", Roberts usually attempts to conduct himself with some manner of honor and dignity. Ergo, he will fight more or less honorably against most opponents, using fencing and swordsmanship training that one normally does not expect from a "lowly pirate". However, against opponents he has particular hatred for, or if the stakes for the fight are simply higher than usual, then Roberts relies less on honorable skill and more on dirty fighting or outright cheating to ensure his own survival and victory, or the death of whomever he is fighting. In general, Roberts' fighting is quick-footed and somewhat acrobatic, a near-requirement for one who spends a great deal of time living and fighting at sea. However, his unexpected level of formal training allows him to be far more precise and accurate with his attacks than the average sailor or pirate.

Searching For: Roberts is searching for Soul Edge, but that is merely a means to an end for him. He's only heard vague rumors of the sword's power, but seeks it anyway. His only true goal is reclaiming his ship, and if seeking out a supposedly demonic blade will lure out his real prey from hiding then so be it.

Personality: Roberts, despite being a pirate, conducts himself with a level of honor and integrity that one simply does not see in men of his profession. For one thing, even when raiding ships, he will not attack women or children, nor will he harm the sickly or elderly. Any man who sails with him is expected to follow the same conduct, or he will have them executed on the spot. His Spanish blood also tends to give Roberts an air of charisma, his speaking in Spanish or with an accent when using English has been found to be rather dashing by the majority of women who encounter him.

Background: Born Armand Robertos, he was the son of a minor noble in Madrid. In his youth, he was taught swordsmanship by a formal instructor, as well as educated in reading and writing in both Spanish and English, common for those of noble blood. He was obviously being groomed to inherit his family's estate and his father's job as a tax collector. People, however, have a tendency to revile tax collectors, assuming them all to be corrupt and greedy. It was no secret that Armand's father amassed a personal fortune from his work, and this earned him no small amounts of enemies both in the peasantry and in rival noble families who saw him as a threat.

When Armand was barely old enough to be called a man, his parents' bodies were discovered dead in their bed one morning. Both had been brutally murdered, and with his father's small laundry list of enemies, potential suspects were near limitless. Unfortunately for Armand, who was still somewhat of a naive young man, forged documents and correspondences were found in a lock-box hidden in his room. The young Armand of course had no idea what they were, but soon found himself on the run for his father's murder. Armand wouldn't have gotten far if not for a stroke of luck. He managed to convince a ship captain to take him in as a crew member aboard his vessel which just so happened to be getting resupplied at one of the eastern Spanish ports. What Armand didn't know was that the man he had just employed himself to was Cervantes de Leon, an infamous pirate captain.

Armand only sailed for de Leon for a couple of short years before he jumped ship, finding himself repulsed by the man's cruelty. This may have in fact saved his life once again, as Armand later learned of Cervantes slaughtering his own crew in madness. Eventually Armand managed to captain a ship of his own, The Neptune. By now Armand had all but abandoned his own name, instead introducing himself simply as Roberts. Those who knew him addressed him as such whilest strangers only knew him as The Spaniard. Even as a pirate captain, Roberts still retained some of that old honor from his previous life, and did everything he could to apply that to his conduct as a captain and even as a pirate. Any who sailed aboard his ship were ordered to do the same, or be executed by Roberts himself. If there could be Honor Among Thieves, then surely the same could be said of pirates.

Unfortunately, not every pirate who sailed with him agreed with Roberts' policy. One in-particular was his own Quartermaster, a Frenchman called Henri Christophe. Christophe believed that sentiments such as honor had no place in a raid. He swayed much of the crew to his side and led a mutiny against Roberts. Roberts and the few who remained on his side were thrown overboard, and left to drown. And indeed, drown most of them did. Only Roberts himself survived, and even that was yet another stroke of luck, as he was spotted and rescued by a merchant vessel. After his rescue, Roberts had nothing, as if he'd been sent tumbling all the way back to the state he was in when he first went on the run. But he didn't give up, instead he swore vengeance upon Christophe and vowed to take back the ship that was rightfully his. Recently he learned that Christophe was in search a peculiar sword called Soul Edge, and so Roberts began to search for it as well, knowing it would lead him to Christophe and The Neptune.
Ronnie made a face when Deija spoke up. Honestly he didn't even notice that she'd showed up until that moment, but he had the look of a performer who was just told his performance was a sham, "You're obviously talking about Jim or Brick, because I know that comment isn't meant for me, right?" he sniffed his own armpit for good measure, "Nope, no sweat. And..." he dug around his bag for a second before dropping an actual roll of deodorant on the table, "...nope, that's a legit brand of deodorant and not at all spray-on so, yeah, look who just proved you wrong." he stuck his tongue out playfully and quickly threw the deodorant back into his bag. Ronnie was strange in that he seemed to go out of his way to either bend or just outright break most of the stereotypes typically attributed to athletes like him. Of course, then there were certain other students who reinforced the stereotype all over again so perhaps it was just canceling him out?

Saya made her remark about Justice being criminals getting arrested, and Ronnie just shrugged innocently, "You mean watching Jim drag poor Francis away wasn't at least kind of reminiscent of a cop making an arrest?" he asked thoughtfully but then quickly added, "Besides, you know I only dish out the punishment people have coming to them. He tried to get me first, I just so happened to sniff out his lame excuse for a prank, and so I countered it with my own little masterpiece to make sure he remembered who he was dealing with. It's not like Delmas won't punish him with whatever amounts of detention he would have gotten for pranking me in the first place. All I did was provide a little... nudge to speed things along."

Looking over Matthew typing away on a laptop, Ronnie leaned over curious, "So what are you inventing for us today, brainiac? Some cool new weapon we can smack XANA around with? Sounds like a-" hearing Julius' voice made him stop and he blinked, "Or, ya know, a portable way to communicate with J, that works too. Hey J, what's up?" but unfortunately Julius wasn't talking to them for leisure. He warned them that he sensed XANA and suddenly Ronnie tensed up a bit. Great, that's just what they needed. If there was a XANA attack and they had to return to the past then Ronnie would have to go to all the trouble of pulling his counter prank all over again, except it wouldn't be nearly as fun when he could already know how it would go down and how everyone would react. Oh well, he had to keep his priorities straight, saving the world had to come first.

Listening around, he heard one of Brick's lackeys talk about Nick and his secret dog biting him. That didn't sound particularly out of the ordinary, dogs had teeth and could bite just like any animal. But had Nick's little pup ever bitten him? Ronnie tried to think but couldn't immediately recall any previous incidents. But come on, what were the chances that an evil Supercomputer AI would calculate that controlling a puppy of all things would help him take over the world? It just sounded way too far'fetched to be legit. Nope, it was a different conversation that caught his ear for real. Some girls giggling about a car in a sinkhole. That... didn't sound natural, "Car in a sinkhole? Since when did we have any of those around here on campus?" he whispered in a low voice.
And I posted. Enjoy, for if I do say so myself, it is quite the hilarious read.
Amidst the bustling of the cafeteria, a certain group of students sat at a corner table, right near the main doors in fact. They were a trio of jocks and a cheerleader, mostly from the track team. One of them, though, was a little more than that. Francis Williams, or Brick as he demanded everyone call him, was team captain, as well as captain of one or two of the other sports teams the Academy had to offer. He and his merry little band recently proclaimed themselves the Unofficial Disciplinary Committee. They were unofficial because, well, no faculty in their right minds would let these jerks come within a thousand miles of ever having actual authority. Didn't stop them from singling out the students they had something against and doing whatever it took to get them in trouble or just to make them miserable in general. In fact, one of their targets was one Ronald Richter, track team member and former "friend" of theirs. Brick patted his backpack and chuckled knowingly. For you see, earlier, he had broken into Ronnie's locker and swiped the clothes within before the aforementioned Ronnie could change out of his gym clothes.

Speaking of Ronnie, he came into the cafeteria right around that time. But something wasn't right. He was wearing his usual clothes, which were supposed to be in Brick's possession. Needless to say, this got Brick suspicious and he went to open his bag to check. Before he could open it though, Ronnie noticed his odd behavior and spoke up, "Hey Brick, what's the matter? Misplace something? Or maybe you're just wondering how I got my clothes back? Well..." as if right on cue, a familiar voice boomed from outside.

"Alright, which one of you hooligans took it?!" Jim burst through the door angrily and seemed to eye everyone with suspicion. Jim Morales was the Physical Education Teacher. He was also the campus supervisor, among other seemingly endless amounts of jobs he did at the Academy. But there he stood, in his usual red sweat shirt, a band-aid on his cheek that he never seemed to remove, and a white headband tightly around his forehead.

"Good afternoon, Jim." said Ronnie innocently, "Took what, exactly?" Jim, however, didn't seem amused.

"Don't play dumb, Mr. Richter, my spare uniform! Seems like the kind of prank you'd pull!" he was moving closer to Ronnie and pointing at him in an accusing manner.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Jim, honest. I didn't - Hmm..." Ronnie stopped himself and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "...actually what would explain why I found it there."

"Found what? Spit it out, Ronald!" Jim was getting impatient.

"This." Ronnie produced a small rectangular object from his pocket. It was white and had the name "Jim Morales" printed on it, "It's one of your name tags, right? I found it on the floor in the locker room just before the lunch bell. I was meaning to give it back to you."

"Gimme that," Jim swiped the tag from Ronnie and looked it over, "this is it alright, now cough up the rest of my spare uniform! Where was this tag exactly?"

"Like I said it was on the floor... right in front Brick's locker, now that I think about it." he moved his gaze over to Brick, who now realized what was happening.

"Oh no you don't, Richter! No way you're pinning this on me!" Brick stood up to protest.

"Whatever do you mean by that, Brick?" said Ronnie with a sheepish smile, "Hey! Is what why you were nervously checking your bag a second ago?"

"What?" exclaimed Jim, who rushed over and took Brick's bag before the jock could protest, "Well well well, looks like we have ourselves a smoking gun, as it were." he produced his spare uniform from Brick's bag. Somehow, against all the odds and seemingly against all logic, Ronnie somehow swapped his clothes for Jim's spare uniform. Of course, good luck to Brick or anyone who wanted to try and prove that, "You're coming with me, Francis, we're gonna have ourselves a chat with Mr. Delmas."

"But, no! That's not possible!" Brick protested.

"Why's that, Francis? Was there supposed to be someone else's clothes in your bag?" asked Ronnie, who at this point was almost cackling evilly as Jim dragged Brick away to Delmas' office.

Once they were gone, Ronnie practically gave a bow to the cafeteria, like a Magician who just pulled the world's greatest magic trick, "And that, kids, is why you don't mess with the master." Oh sure, Ronnie could have just directly confronted Brick, he had before. In fact, in probably one of the few times they ever actually came to blows, Ronnie knocked him flat on his butt. He wasn't the founder/president of the Kickboxing Club for nothing, after all. But just starting a fight and then winning without any real effort was no fun at all.

By now he was making his way over to the table were Saya was sitting. No, Ronnie wasn't going through the lunch line, no need to since he smuggled brought his own food in. It was technically not allowed, but a lot of students did it regardless and no one seemed to care enough to really enforce the rule anyway, "Ah, I love the smell of justice in the afternoon, don't you?" of course, what he called "justice" was probably closer to revenge. But whatever, semantic details.
So... can we have the original Faculty members still present? Because if so, then I'm so going to include good ol' Jim in my post.
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