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Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

I'm out of the fuckbox. Post today.

EDIT: SO we're in our Framewerks, right?

Darker than Black (An Experimental RP)

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Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

I'm alive. End of the Semester is a bitch. Post in a couple days probably.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

End of semester shit takes lots of time. May not get a post up until Thursday.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

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🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

Location: The campsite, 8 o' clock
Interacting with: Orc pinned under a horse. I think he was 5 o' Clock but it might be 5:30

Cyneburg pulled her walking stick/axe from the neck of the mage and looked up to find all the other orcs had more or less been dealt with except for one sap unarmed stuck under his deceased horse. Wiping the blood off of her axe head on the ground, the druid walked over to the downed man and planted the tip of her staff into the ground, putting her weight down on the axe head/handle. Truth be told, she wasn't feeling very great, being covered in burns of varying severity and the pain of being stabbed and blasted with lightning still fresh despite having it processed through 3 different shapechanges in rapid succession. She wasn't mad, however. Fed up and irritable? Yeah, but there was no real malice against these orcs who probably thought themselves as protecting their homeland as misguided a thought like that is. The lancer looked up at her face and scowled.

"Balaaklat," he spit out in the orcish tongue. "Bashuga Ogh-hai. Brogbogh amub Uruk-hailatub?" It was more of an accusation than a question, but Cyneburg didn't really react much in any visible fashion.

"Dorozg. Zughishklatubûk matûrzu. Ulu-ogh azat hursarz uruk-lat." She replied, her accent noticeably much different from the cavalryman she was addressing. The orc looked around at the carnage and after a few moments nodded raising his hands up in defeat. Cyneburg turned around to the rest of the camp.

"This one surrendered. I believe that resolves the bloodshed, right?" Cyneburg scratched her cheek after this announcement and then realized she had stopped covering her face with her hand. The veil had been burned up in the fireball, which wasn't much of an issue. She carried many spares, but in a fight like this, she didn't have the time to do this replacing. So now everyone could plainly see he tusks and squashed nose, proof that she was indeed a Half-Orc. This could end badly.
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OOC Translation for that conversation.

It roughly comes out to him saying "Half-breed! You side with the human. Do you prefer them over Orcs your own kind?"

To which Cyneburg says "Surrender. All your friends are dead. Maybe they (the humans) won't kill you."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Well, there's only one guy left so I might as well finish things up.

Speed Dating: Pezula

Dude

Maurice Jones

Character Summary

Name: Maurice “Marcus ‘The Wall’ Dumas” Jones
Age: 28
Zodiac: Gemini
Ethnicity: Black
Gender: Male
Occupation: Pro Wrestler

Appearance

Height: 6’6” (198cm)
Weight: 256 lbs. (116kg)
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black with yellow dyed highlights
Skin Tone: Medium Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A large, faint discoloration on his upper right arm leftover from a childhood car accident.
Personal Style: Maurice wears very casual clothes most of the time. A brightly colored short sleeved t-shirt often with imagery on the front related to anime or wrestling. He almost always wears dark colored pants of some kind, whether they be sweatpants or tights. In addition to this, he almost always wears a headband of some kind, usually grey and pulled back well past his hairline. During colder seasons he wears a black hoodie. And when it’s especially hot he goes with a tank top.

He keeps his hair in a mass of thin dreadlocks that extends down to his mid-back but are tied back into a kind of ponytail when he’s exercising or wrestling. He keeps most of his dreadlocks their natural color but dyes selective ones yellow for visual flair.

Psychology

Irredeemable Weeb * Confident * Stubborn * Thick-Skinned

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Maurice is a man that most wouldn’t expect to exist just looking at him. He’s a giant man who stands a head over the majority of the population who can look intimidating to others. His neutral expression has that Ice Cube quality to it; however, in reality Maurice is a rather laid back, oftentimes goofy guy. Also he’s a total dweeb that loves anime and is not ashamed about how uncool he is even though he’s a professional wrestler by trade. He even goes so far as to try to insert as many anime references as possible into his moveset.

If there is one topic that he is incredibly passionate about that can arouse his anger, it’s arguments about fictional anime girls on the internet. Long feuds have occurred in the past on Twitter due to errant opinions being aired about such a topic. Maurice has taken out a week from his busy schedule touring in hopes of maybe finally finding someone so he’ll stop getting pestered at Thanksgiving and also as a vacation from the stressful job of training. The fact that he’ll be able to cheat on his diet for a week is just gravy.

History

History: This section is total bullshit. When I was a baby I was a terrible mess. Drool would dribble everywhere, my mama swore I was the baddest dribbler in the whole world. I kept dribbling even by the time I was 4 years old.

Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball, and I loved that basketball. That basketball went everywhere I went. I would take showers with my basketball. I would even keep that basketball under my pillow at night. That basketball was like a basketball to me.

Unfortunately, I was never any good at playin’ basketball, no matter how many afternoons I spent out on the court, tryin’ to get the basketball through the hoop. I was shorter than the other kids so when they’d try to get around my blocks they’d just pass the ball right over my head.

That all changed when I hit puberty. Suddenly I was taller than almost everyone else in my class, but that didn’t help my basketball skills. I wasn’t used to my new height so I was uncoordinated. I remember the coach saying that I was too big to be a truly skilled basketball player. It was crushing, I couldn’t even look my basketball in the eyes for a week after such embarrassment.

In high school I put myself through an intense training regiment and managed to get into the highschool Varsity team as the Center. Our team had been on a losing streak for over 6 years, but my team managed to pull ahead and win the regional tournament.

Extras

Character Quote: “Your waifu is trash.”
Theme Song: Mega Ran and K-Murdock - The Ruler’s Back
Anything Else: Christian

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

Dudette

Mauriah Jones

Character Summary

Name: Mauriah Jones
Age: 28
Zodiac: Gemini
Ethnicity: Black
Gender: Female
Occupation: Architect

Appearance

Height: 5’9” (175cm)
Weight: 135lbs. (61kg)
Build: Small frame, a bit pudgy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Medium Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 2 sets of Ear piercings: One in the lobes and one on the upper helix.
Personal Style: Mauriah’s sense of style is very showy, often requiring a lot of work to maintain. Things like several hour sessions of straightening hair, dying it and properly applying makeup so that it looks *just right.* She’s quite fond of changing up her hairstyle often and feels like if she just keeps one style for too long it gets stale. In her wardrobe, Mauriah utilizes a lot of contrasting color schemes and visual textures that make everything “pop.”

One thing she avoids is showing off a lot of skin, or much skin at all. Whenever possible she has on long sleeves and pants that may or may not be a bit too big on her and obscures her body shape. This isn’t for any particularly moral, political or religious reason. She just likes bigger things and doesn’t think overly revealing clothing looks good on her.

Psychology

Risk Taker * Intellectual * Abrasive * Sensitive

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: In the past, Mauriah was a rather introverted girl who had few friends and fewer that could be considered close. She would stick to her interests/studies/work and avoid getting too close to people for fear of getting hurt. But as she’s grown older, and after the divorce she’s opened up at least superficially to more people around her. However, she’s a lot more brash and hurtful to those around her, even if unintentionally.

She acts like things said to her don’t affect her, but she usually ends up overthinking even throw-away lines long after the utterer of the words have forgotten that they said something in the first place. She knows this is a problem, but despite this, she can’t stop herself from using these things to self-criticize. For Mauriah, this trip is more than just a chance to maybe find a serious relationship for the first time in years, but a way to potentially escape her issues and the drama of the outside world for once.

History

History: Mauriah is actually Maurice’s sister, his twin sister in fact. They lived together with their single mother Deja in Hamilton Park, a lower class suburban neighborhood in Dallas right next to the Texas Instruments (well known for their high quality graphing calculators used in many schools public and private around Texas) campus.

In school, Mauriah and Maurice were able to more or less completely disassociate from one another despite being the same age. They didn’t look identical so their status as twins was not much of an issue, they hung out in different social groups, Maurice was athletic, Mauriah was able to take Advanced classes, everything kind of evened out.

After graduation, Mauriah went on to marry her highschool sweetheart Darnell Norris, a decision that would result in two tumultuous years of fights and destruction that would end in a messy divorce and moving out of state. Now single for the first time in 5 years and free to do as she pleased, Mauriah decided it was time to take up some higher education. Attending University of Virginia, Mauriah graduated in the class of 2012 with a Bachelor’s Degree in Architecture.

Since then, Mauriah’s gone on to work on a lot of urban and suburban development in Virginia while keeping up with the family back in Texas through social media. Since her divorce, Mauriah hasn’t been in a single relationship that’s exceeded a maximum length of 4 months. In a couple years she’s going to hit the big Three-O and it’s about time she finally got over Darnell. She’s between projects, why not spoil herself and go on a vacation?

Extras

Character Quote: Ain’t no thang.
Theme Song: Mary J. Blige - Family Affair
Anything Else: Christian

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

Speed Dating: Pezula

@Lady Amalthea My FCs are Brennan Williams (male) and Missy Elliot (female)

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

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Satilla

Location: The campsite, 8:30(C) + 8:32(S)
Attacking: The Eight o' Clockers (Orc Mage [8] and Fighter [8.05]

The Orc Fighter [.05] picked up his spear off the ground and scqanned the area. Breathing came shallow and raggedly and dizziness was a sensation that came in waves. It would behoove him to run away from the fight, but right now he wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight against any of the warriors that seemed to be at the camp. He spotted to his left a human girl in white: either a caster or a noble of some kind. Either way an easy mark under normal circumstances. But that wasn't all, she was holding the serpent that had just injured him. Chlenching his teeth, the Fighter grasped the rough wooden handle with both hands and charged at Satilla.

Satilla quickly reached the conclusion she really needed to get even further away with the druid as she noticed the mage and the spear orcs eyeing her as she did held the person who nearly turned them into minced meat in bear form. She jumped up and started running towards the campfire.

Every step the Fighter[Who would be around 8:20 now] took brought all kinds of pain to himself. His ribs creaked, his organs groaned, and his arm burned more with every heartbeat. But the chemical cocktail running through his veins kept all those sensations at the back of his head. He had a job to do, and he would die before he would leave this camp without securing at least one kill. The woman might be unhindered by armor or injuries, but he had reach and raw determination. Before Satilla made it to the campfire, he was within range for a strike. Drawing on his reserve of energy, the Fighter burst forward in a sprint, spear forward. After skewering the woman he though, the serpent would be crushed and then he could consider his part of the raid complete.

Skittles, having his head poke through the lit of Satilla's bag and looking behind the woman, meowed as soon as the orc had sprinted to deliver a blow on the witch. The moment she heard it, Satilla by trained habit made a dodge to the right almost with a jump, landing about a meter to the side[About 8:10], throwing a quick glance at the orc. Now holding the snake only with her right arm, she had the staff in her left, ready to block or swing in case of need as she dashed once more to the fire.

The orc had the advantage of momentum when it came to making it to the bonfire first. He cut off Satila from her path [putting him also at 8:10, but less than a meter away from the bonfire], using the tip of his spear to try blocking any further movement inward.

Satilla was caught off guard by the fact the orc actually beat her to the fire even with his injuries. She halted as the spear was pointed at her. There was notmuch options to do right now She still had her staff which might actually provide her the chance she was looking for. Without second thought she moved forward, pulling her left arm before her body and jumped to the back.

It was around this time that the snake came to and realized what was going on around it. It wriggled in Satilla's grasp, trying to free itself. Satilla could see that the orc's vision locked onto the serpent to the exclusion of much else.

The witch moved her right arm backwards, releasing her hold of the snake as it came about. The druid had her own ways to fight and now that she was all healed up, Cyneburg was going to be fine... at least till she wounds herself again.

Having her right arm free, Satilla took her staff in both hands, ready for a fight for wielding it in one was pretty much impossible. Now ready for a proper fight, she gulped, hoping she would live to see the next dawn. Without another second to lose, she jumped forward, silently, swinging her staff downwards at the head of the orcwith the sspear[8:10], using his distraction with Cyneburg.

The orc blinked, taking a couple steps back before falling backwards onto the ground, not dead, but unconscious and still very much injured. To Satilla's side where there was empty space there was suddenly a veiled woman.

"The mage is about to throw something, I would get ready to move." About 12 meters away, the mage[8] was making and gestures and mumbling under his breath. From his hand flew a great ball of fire aimed at Satilla and Cyneburg. The explosion was great, but Satilla managed to dive out of the way soon enough to avoid taking the brunt of the blast. Cyneburg and the fighter weren't so lucky, the former's clothes catching flame and the latter getting roasted to death while unconscious, a victim of friendly fire.

Using her last shape change of the day, the flaming druid became a hawk that was not on fire due to the disappearance of any flammable clothes the humanoid had been wearing. It flew at the mage [8] in a whirldwind of talons. However, the mage managed to keep the bird at bay with his staff, a single swing potentially enough to decomission the fragile body of the hawk. However, if anything was accomplished, it was distracting the spellcaster from throwing around any more area of effect attacks.

Having being nearly roasted by the bastard of a mage, Satilla watched with narrowed angry eyes as Cyneburg attacked him in a hawk form. Still a hawk was just that so she needed some help! Taking a deep breath, Satilla charged the distracted at the moment mage. Holding her staff as a spear, she dashed forward, before raising the staff and swinging it downwards at the head of the mage[8]!

Blind-sided, the mage fell onto the ground face first. However, he wasn't out just yet. The mage rolled onto his back and started to gesture again.

"Stop crawling already! Die!" Satilla called, swinging her staff at the downed mage yet again to interrupt his casting.

Alongside Satilla's staff came an axe that embedded itself in the throat of the mage. The handle traced its way back to Cyneburg, whose head was bowed down so only the top of her head was visible. Her clothes had holes burned in them here and there, but all in all, it could have been worse. After all hide wasn't all that burnable.

Satilla pulled a step back with a deep breath and a relieve sigh as the mage was also finally taken care of. She survived this battle and felt so glad about it." Are you alright, do you need more healing?" She asked Cyneburg.

The druid looked up at Satilla, her left hand raised up to cover her lower face.

"I think you should wait to ask questions like that until after the fighting is over with."