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Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Mr. Lorenzo, in all my years of piloting robots, I have learned that the only way to defeat tentacle monsters is to RAM IT.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Will get in a post tomorrow.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: University Library Top Floor

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"I'm glad I got here safely as well. Thought the cops would keep me confined to the apartment and I'd have to climb out through the window or something. Good thing too, I never really learned how." Mali's tone was jovial, well as jovial as she got, but the subtext of her words and body language indicated that she was only half-joking. The pep she carried in her expression quickly melted away, replaced by irritation. "For real though, next time you want to give directions like that over the phone, give me a bit of warning beforehand. I almost took the wrong bus on two different occasions. You could've been standing here while I wandered around the city for hours." Mali sighed, blowing some hair out of her face.

"Not really the kind of book I would have read during my little free time when I was in university, but to each their own. If you want to talk somewhere else and know a better place, lead the way. I don't know Justice's city plans." Mali raised a well-muscled arm towards the library's staircase. Part of her wondered what the point was in bringing her here if they were just going to move a different place immediately, but if she asked she would probably get some explanation about security or something at best or a non-answer at worst.

Whatever the case was, she had made it here without real issue, and from the sound of things she was about to get sucked into a bunch of bullshit despite trying her darnedest to avoid it. She had decided earlier that she would just roll with the punches, and that seemed like all she really could do at this point.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

I don't know if it's just me, but I haven't been getting notifications from WNs today

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

Cyneburg

Location: A trap friendly band of orcs
Interacting with: Cremwise & Keystone

Cyne couldn't honestly say that she wasn't even a bit nervous. This was kind of a foreign situation to her, walking through what amounted to a military camp. It wasn't that they were potentially hostile or even the prospect of being greatly outnumbered. No, what was getting to her were the sheer number of arms hanging around. The orcs had already shown themselves to be neutral/friendly towards the group, and they didn't really have anything a tribe of orcs would want that they didn't already get from Cremwise's wagon. However, given the number of deadly weapons strewn about, it felt like you could trip and accidentally end up falling onto the blade of a sword. Despite this, she managed to keep a neutral expression.

She kept Cremwise close to her and for the most part he kept himself well behaved. He probably figured that he had no real method of escape for the time being and there was no immediate threat to his well being, perhaps if he continued to cooperate no real harm would come to him and he could find an opportunity to escape or even be let free. It was a faint hope, but you had to take what you could get.

"Both Ntaj and I know Orc. If anyone else knows it, they haven't made it known. I'm better with Common and he's better with Orc. Take your pick. I don't think either of us are going to be overly busy for the rest of the night." Cyne said in response to Keystone. Despite her suspicions about Cremwise she was pretty sure at this point she'd be able to leave him be long enough to have a meeting or something if need decided it to be so. Maybe even in a spot with fewer weapons than people.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Roger's hopes were briefly brought up when Magus managed to take out two Cruxi soldiers with one blast, but those were just as quickly dashed when a single shot tore through the entire machine. It didn't look like it was a fatal blow, but he wasn't an expert on Framewerk design, nor did he have the time to thoroughly inspect the damage. All he knew right now was that there was a giant tentacle monster rushing him, and none of his bullets seemed to be hitting the damned thing.

Roger would like to have had some sort of plan our course of action, or even some complex thoughts behind his actions and what was occurring, but there wasn't any such luck. When he fired his weapon wildly and inaccurately, all he could do was spare a glance at the elbow think to himself Shit. And just like that he was trapped in a bunch of tentacles and he seemed to be incapable of getting out. Even as he tried to squirm, the Synchronization was relaying every contraction of the thing's muscles around him. Even though he knew that the shared pain was having no affect on his actual body functions, he found himself barely able to breath. Over the straining of metal he heard a new voice, but the meaning of the words didn't really register. Behind the monster he could see the firing squad getting ready to blast them to smithereens still. It looked like there really was no way out.

Through the fuzz starting to accumulate on the peripherals of his vision, an idea came to him. It was stupid, and reckless. Something that he was certain that he'd never want to do again. But it was the only thing he could see kind of working in this situation. Roger forced his arms to move away from his body as he resolved himself to complete this single action.

"Sorry you old bastard, I might end up wrecking Yeager again." With one mighty thrust, Roger suddenly blasted his Overboosters to full blast. However, unlike during the training "exercise," his intention was not to ram the fucker into a hard object. No, the plan was for the sudden change in velocity to force the creature to let go of Yeager. From there he'd have to work it out. It was a single idea, not a plan of any sort. Hopefully the next step would be avoiding getting blasted by a firing squad.

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Move: Hopefully.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Apartment 2B

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Mali sat there, eating in silence, when suddenly he started giving her a bunch of directions. Shit, if you're going to do something like this, give some warning so the person on the other side can get some paper and something to write with first. Goddammit. She tried sticking the most important bits of info in her head in a way that could be more easily memorized. 2453-1-4535-4-Top Floor-History. She quickly came up with a little tune for the sequence to carry and started singing the sequence to herself as she ran around the apartment to get all the usual stuff she had when going out (wallet, Pocket Sand, other stuff that's on the CS). She had heard that singing a phrase helped you memorize it a lot better than trying to commit it without music, and being the Music Major that she was, she decided to believe it, even if it was all a placebo. Given adequate time and prep, her memory usually wasn't an issue, but that wasn't the situation she found herself in.

Mali had almost left the apartment when she realized that she hadn't finished eating. She stood there hand on the door debating on whether to take it or not. Her stomach won out and she darted across the room to grab the grub before leaving in earnest. Even after leaving the apartment, she kept running the song-sequence through her head mentally so that she wouldn't fuck it up, because if she did, who knows where the hell in Justice she'd end up.

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

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Dwarf

Nor Dunadkar

Not really what I had in mind, but closeish enough I guess

Character Summary

Name: Nor Dunadkar
Aliases: The Barber
Age: 120
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Place of Origin: Arian
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 14
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 9
Charisma: 9

Physical Attributes

Height: 4’7”
Weight: 185 lbs
Build: Muscle
Eyes: Cobalt
Hair: Obsidian, thick and wavy; kept very well groomed, short and stylish.
Skin Tone: Earthenware Clay
Racial Abilities:Infravision 60,
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes
Day To Day Attire: When he’s traveling, which he does quite often, Nor wears very thick, sturdy clothes. They don’t wear or tear too easily, provide protection against the elements and tend to be made of cheaper material than fine clothing. When he’s not traveling he wears thick, study clothes. They can be used a long time with little to no fuss and tend to be made of cheaper material than finer clothes. ‘Sides, when you work with Dwarven hair fer a living, thick clothes keep ya from feeling itchy all over.
Strengths: Indomitable Will, Swift Fingers, Strong Memory
Weaknesses: Gimpy left knee, hemorrhoids, thin-blooded

Psychological Attributes

Arrogant * Team Player * Greedy * Dependable

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Technically married. It’s a long story
Personality: If there’s one thing in life that you have to learn, it’s that you always need to look out for Number 1. A lot of folk, especially traditionalists will go on about how important it is to be in a group, the support you can provide and blah, blah, blah. But these same people will gladly double-cross their own flesh and blood for a bit o’ gold, property and land. Even if they pretend to hide it, they know what’s really important.

You know who’ll never go against your best interests or try to manipulate you? Yourself. And you know how you can protect yourself from gettin’ stepped all over? Power. Get some power and they may snub about your attitude in their head or behind your back, but they’ll come to heel when you call.

Now it’s important that ye don’t misunderstand what’s being said. People can be useful and nice to have around. Sometimes you even need to trust em with yer life (usually when under risk of being wiped out by a buncha green blokes out fer blood), but try not to make a habit of it, and always be ready to cut down the guy before you afore he can.
Habits: Scratching his beard, Laughing Menacingly
Hobbies: Hunting large animals
Fears: Oceans, Lightning, Vampires
Likes: Tidy Hair, blood, money, revenge, knives, children
Dislikes: Unkempt hair, liars, cowards, jewelry, cold food, randomness

Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Intimidation: Self explanatory
• Animal Handling: He knows how to work with animals
• Profession (Barber): He’s good at the trimming and styling of men’s hair. He could probably do something with lady hair if he tried
• Weapon Proficiency (Knives): Stab, stab, stab
• Shield Proficiency: Luckily it will protect me
• Weapon Proficiency (Polearms): Stab at a distance

Magic

A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting - Limit 5 for single class, limit 3 for dual class - magic classes only

• Dwarf: He can’t use magic because he’s a non-spellcaster dwarf.

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

• Traveler’s Clothes: Boots, tunic, Trousers, Cloak, standard stuff
• Coin Pouch: For small purchases
• Utility Knife: For not stabbing people
• Masterwork Dwarven Straight Razor: Sharper than George Carlin’s wit
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Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Dwarven Combat Knife: It’s big, wicked and more than enough to gut a human clean
• Tower Shield: Big enough to completely hide behind if he kneels right next to it sideways. Makes an effective battering ram.
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Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Full Plate: Made with traditional dwarf forging techniques, this full suit of armor is definitely tough, but Nor doesn’t wear it without having occasion to
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Animals: Have a horse or bird? Limit 1 non bonded

• Mule: She pulls the cart. Her name is Dorka

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Small Cart/Wagon: Nor doesn’t actually have a pack, but a wagon that holds things he needs for business inside
• Barber Items: Kettle for heating water, shaving cream, boar hair brush, Chair for sitting in, small and large towels, hair scissors, combs and brushes
• Survival Stuff: Bedroll, 10 pints oil, Two Week’s feed, 2 weeks rations, lantern, Firestarter, 50 feet of rope
• Money Stash: Where the serious dough is contained. If you touch, you get stabbed
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Magical Items: Limit 2 low level

• Deluxe Shaving Cream: Anywhere it is applied, it prevents razor burn
• Floating Mirror: About as large as a human face, it’ll stick in the exact same position it was let go of.

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5

• Cure Light Wounds (5): Sometimes you nick yourself while shaving and you don’t want to wait for it to heal
• Cure Serious Wounds (2): For more serious occasions
• Grease: The wagon wheels get stiff occasionally
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Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy

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History

Parents: Gnor Dunadkar (Father, deceased) and Lior (Mother, also deceased)
Siblings: Knor Dunadkar (Older Brother, estranged, still alive)
Childhood: “I come from a long line o’ barbers: Me father was a barber, an’ his father an’ his. That might sound rather droll, but the barber is one o’ the most important jobs in Dwarven Civilization. Ooh sure ye know about how me people takes pride in their facial hair, but ye cannae maintain a high level o’ quality by yerself fer a long period o’ time. Dwarven barbers ‘ave just as many, if not more secrets an’ skills as any blacksmith or brewer, but they always get the spotlight. Ptuh Anyways, moost o’ me years as a wee lad were spent learnin’ the family trade from me Pop.”
Adulthood: “Soo when I was of age, I join the military. At the time we were at war with the greenskins soo it was only the right thing fer me tae protect me home an’ me family. I spent five years out there in the thick o’ things, an’ when I come back, me backstabbin’ brother’s made himself nice an’ coomfy in me house with me wife. An’ on top o’ all that, I’m framed fer some crime. Somethin’ about stealin’ some jewels. I don’ remember, twas many years ago. But I remember what I did. I busted my way into me house, got me tools, decked tha’ bastard Knor a good one an’ set off on me oown. If the people I bled fer don’t appreciate me, Fuck Em. Since then, I been travelin’ and offerin my services, but most non-Dwarves don’t seem to see the craft I have at me disposal. I put me military training tae good use and do mercenary work as a side job when hair ain’ payin’ the bills.”
Special Moments: Once when he was a child, Nor decided to race against his brother in a swimming contest. See who could swim farther out into the ocean before getting scared. Turns out there is very good reason to be scared of the ocean, the primary reason rhyming with Tea Nonster.

Another time, after a night of drinking and merrymaking, Nor found himself naked in bed with a vampire and a gold band on his ring finger. Apparently he ended up getting married before the night was over. What. Although she was rich, hot and powerful, she came to be obsessed with him and really scary. Tried turning him and shit. It didn’t take long for him to escape her and get away as far as he could from her. From that day onward, Nor swore to never touch a drop of liquor again. He also developed a fear towards vampires he didn’t have before. He counts himself lucky that it wasn’t an aversion to women in general.
Current Events: Nor is actually travelling toward Salarn in the opposite direction of the main party. He heard that he could pick up some good pay as a mercenary there.

Relations

⚜ High Ranking * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other * ☠ Enemy

You may work out several predone relations as NPCs you control. Limit one high ranking character, minimal of one sworn enemy - all npcs are limited to base information and items within the Rp. Relations can be worked out between player character before start of Rp if you wish and added to during the Rp

• ☠Cremwise☠: “That two-timin’ bastard hired me tae guard his cart and then ditched me and twelve other men halfway through. I swear on Moradin if I see his mug again…”
• ⚜⚤☠Meliscent Grey☠⚤⚜: It’s complicated.
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Extras

Character Quote: C’mere
Theme Song: Motorhead - The Game
Aura Color: A thick black that sticks to what it touches
Scent: Hair and shaving cream
Anything Else:

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Will make a post today

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Location: Outside the Ship

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Lionel's muscles strained, pulling bones and ligament taut as the still warm body of the horse slowly rose off of the boy's body.When there was enough clearance, he clenched his jaw tighter than a vice grip and his asshole tightened up so that not even a single molecule of air could pass through it. With a single heave they managed to throw off the horse entirely off the boy. With that last push, Lionel felt something in his back pop and then came muscles spasms and pain. Lots of searing hot pain.

"Aw FUCKing HELL!" he shouted, clutching at his lower back, "I think I threw out my 周一至周五 back! Argh" Lionel continued to spill out a string of explicatives, and walk/waddling away from the scene of the horse. Not in any direction, that required more clear thought than he was currently capable of at the moment. But if anything was clear, it was that the old man would be no help whatsoever with helping the kid with the broken leg stand up or whatever. He'd probably be fine though. Probably.