DragonofTheWest

The Silent War---OPEN

My Hider

Appearance:
Name: Glorfindel

Age: 300 (but physically looks no older than a man in his (mid twenties)

Race: High Elf

Kingdom of Origin:

Bio: Descendant of a long line of powerful warriors, Prince Glorfindel of the High Elves is no exception. Since the day he can lift a sword, Glorfindel has trained and honed his abilities throughout the years so that one day he can join the warrior legends his people have produced. Despite his great talent, Glorfindel is a victim to the Lich King as his people remain to be scattered and weak after years of war with the great enemy. With stories that the fabled Lich King once more threatens the realm, Glorfindel has volunteered himself to join the Architects to avenge his fallen brethren and return a conquering hero that will hopefully one day, reunite his people.

Personality: A bold warrior who knows little of fear, Glorfindel has always sought to fight in the thickest of the fighting as a way to showcase his skill and prove his worth. Because of his elite training, Glorfindel prides himself in his abilities and is willing to fight any foe if it means bringing glory to his family. Despite his “normal” high elf bravado, Glorfindel is also a charismatic military commander who shows great concern for his men and would never make an order unless he himself was willing to do the same. While his traits have shaped him to be a hero to his people, Glorfindel has a less than stellar reputation amongst the other kingdoms. While there is no denying his skill, there would be many who like a shot to shut up the Elven Prince. Due to his background and past experiences Glorfindel has a particular distaste of Dark Elves, believing their methods to be barbaric and lacking honor. Glorfindel is also not particularly fond of Dwarves as their races have long been enemies and his lack of respect and quick tongue would often him find consistently exchanging harsh words with those he sees as beneath him.

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@Deadlyrose9641 I don't mind a sub position if thats alright

Okibata High's LoL Esports club

I can't find a picture at the moment but at least with this RP I think I found a a fun way to somewhat make fun of myself

My Hider

Name: Jin Namikaze

nickname/summoner name: KingSlayer

Picture:

Role: Mid

Pocket pick: Yasuo

Personality: Jin was once a talented high school athlete before a hamstring injury put him out of commission. Without an athletic outlet, Jin was reduced to playing video games, primarily League of Legends. Channeling his intense competitive spirit into the game Jin finds himself being a talented but rather “toxic” individual. Due to his love for carries and assassins, Jin has developed a cocky attitude which reflects in his gameplay seeking to always attempt to be the carry and output the most damage. Because of these traits Jin can ideally solo carry a game… or lose it. Because of his ego, Jin consistently seeks to annihilate his laning opponent or test his limits by engaging in less than ideal 1 versus multiple opponents scenarios. This attitude while capable of snowballing incredible leads can also result in being consistently getting caught out and Jin’s lack of respect for his opponents often gets himself solo killed usually by mistake.

Year in school: Junior 17

Experience in league: Playing since season mid season 4

The Silent War---OPEN

I was thinking of some sort of High Elf prince from Dremore if thats alright

The Silent War ( A end of days Fantasy RP)

Got my interest

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

5:00 A.M

Brooklyn New York

November 27nd

It was an easy decision for John to live with his uncle, he was tiring of being on the run. As payment for living at his uncle’s place, John worked at the junkyard his uncle owned keeping it well kept and ensured business when about properly during the day but at night, it was John’s personal playground.

Junkyards at night were one the few places John found peace in. This junkyard in particular was fairly large and rather isolated from any neighboring houses leaving John in secrecy allowing him to do whatever he pleased. Every day the young Kryptonian experimented with his abilities such as stacking old cars atop one another and use them as weights. If John wasn’t lifting them then he was throwing them into the air and catching them or maybe tearing them apart just for the sake of it. Such exercise however didn’t last long as John eventually got bored after a short time considering no matter how much additional weight he tried to put on, he always had the strength. Still being able to use part of his true self in secrecy was always welcoming as opposed to always trying to be careful. This continued for a time
until…

“Hey John, it’s time I showed you something”

To think such words would hold much weight.

It was supposed to be another typical cool winter morning but when his uncle showed up, unexpectedly John knew something was going to happen, he just wasn’t sure what.
“You sure you aren’t cold?” his uncle questioned as he led his nephew towards the back of the junk yard. It was such a casual question but John knew he was hiding something, bidding his time.
“I told you uncle, it’s not cold out” John replied, remaining ever so skeptical. The pair continued walking in silence. The silence was almost getting rather uncomfortable but finally they arrived at their destination, a small wooden barn that was located in the back corner of the junk yard. “You see that barn, the one I told you to don’t go in… it’s time.” Mike finally said.
John gave his uncle a questionable look. “I respected your wishes and never bothered to even peek inside but now you want me to go in? If you must know uncle it’s not my birthday” Funnily enough it was John who tried being casual about the conversation while it was his uncle who was the more serious one around.

“Your father always meant for you to see this when you were older. I figured since you were here, I wanted you to decide what to do with it.” John glanced at the barn and then back at his uncle, this was all rather confusing but none the less John approached the barn. The entrance was locked tight, tight enough that no random thief would even bother trying to get inside. “Hey kid, do your thing, you don’t need no crowbar or notthin” Mike stated after watching John debate on how he wanted to approach this.
With a shrug and a quick tug, John ripped the sizable wooden doors apart and eyed the object before him. For weeks now John had long wondered what was inside… he figured that maybe it was some sort of secret car that his uncle planned to rebuild one day or maybe old junk that was personal to him. At the very worst John joked that perhaps his uncle murdered people and placed the bodies inside though this joke didn’t go over very well.

Inside however lay some sort of alien spacecraft something John had never seen before. It seemed out of place, its features matching nothing from earth. “I don’t… understand” John stated, after several silent seconds of contemplation. “It was what you arrived in.” Mike replied. “Your father found you inside when you arrived… instead of turning you in your father decided to take you and the craft and hide it here. I wasn’t much to believe in alien stories considering you looked liked us so I thought it was all some sort of big joke.”

“I… came from that?” John was puzzled, he knew the story but seeing the spaceship that brought him to the planet for the first time just seemed off. It was just another reminder that he was from some other planet across the stars. “Yes.” Mike replied as his eyes shifted from his nephew to the craft. “Look inside.” He added on.
John did as he was told and approached the craft, his hands running along the smooth edges of the ship before grabbing what seemed to be some sort of lever and lifted it upwards. Inside lay a small empty space, presumably the spot that housed him in his trip across the stars but there was something else… besides the empty space was some sort of black skinsuit. John didn’t know how to describe it… it wasn’t like any form of fabric that he knew off and it was almost armor like in appearance. The dark body had a long cape attached with and boots and gauntlets paired off to the side as if it was to complete some sort of uniform.

“It’s yours John, always was. Don’t worry I never tried putting it on.” Mike smiled faintly, he could see the awe in John’s eyes. As frustrating as it was to know so little, it was reassuring to know that John at least could finally see something of his own unique alien culture. “Your parents believed that you would be great at whatever you chose to do in life, I too share that sentiment.” Feeling an odd connection towards it and with curiosity guiding him, John took the foreign material and placed it over his body.
The suit fit perfectly as if it was designed solely for him. “It’s a bit of an odd look… but it does suit you” Mike watched with pride as his nephew emerged from the barn in full costume and all. Despite its dark appearance the suit melded perfectly with his nephew athletic muscular appearance… it was intimidating but awe inspiring all at the same time. Soon the sky began to fill with the songs of the morning birds while the horizon began to illuminate the darkened sky. “Go John, give it a try” Mike urged.

Almost on command John willed his body upwards as he began to levitate in the air “Thank you uncle” was all John could muster before he placed more effort into his floght as he began gradually rising up into the air. Within a few quick short seconds, he was hundreds of feet in the air… casually. With the sun rising higher and getting into John held his position to embrace warm rays touch his suit as he felt a surge of power that he couldn’t describe. With no destination in his mind and feeling embolded by his sudden gain in power, John rocketed his body forward as if he was shot out of a cannon, a small boom echoing around him as if thunder struck. He was flying, soaring through the air with such ease that he could hardly believe it.

No, this was not new to him, he was used to leaping great distances or brief moments of flight but the suit itself was seemingly augmenting his abilities, perhaps allowing him to tap into that special reserve he knew he had but never bothered to reach. It was a long time since he had felt such joy.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

November 3rd 2019

12:35

Brooklyn New York

Knock, Knock

The wooden door of the two story house opened slightly ajar as a man of relatively good stature peaked out “Johnny? Is that you?” The door fully opened. The man was roughly in his mid-fifties was in relatively good shape for his age. Upon sighting the young man before him, he smiled with a joy he hadn’t felt in years.

“Hey, uncle Mike. Hope I’m not bothering you” John stated, his tone rather low. “You know me Johnny boy, I’m just glad to see ya! Come on in” The man was excited considering he rarely ever saw his nephew. Running away from home tended to cause things like this to happen but of all the people in the world, Uncle Mike was maybe the only other person left alive who knew of John’s true origins and perhaps the only one who had a care for the young man.

“You know I’m glad I have a visitor. You know, wife’s dead, my kids all grown up and moved out, it’s good to have company. Matter of a fact you came at a good time! 2nd round is about to start!” While mike was excited, John came off relatively disinterested. John stayed quiet as he looked around the living room. For a man who lived by himself the house was in relatively good condition. Mike walked of quickly to the kitchen, fetching both a bottle of beer but John waived his hand to refuse the drink. Mike shrugged and led the pair over to the couch before the flat screen television.

“You know Johnny I missed you at your father’s funeral. You alright?” Mike questioned. It was a small talk but hey, something had to pass the time as the fight was set to continue.
“I was there.” John replied bluntly, his focus also on the television.
“No you weren’t. Come on. You think I’d wouldn’t be able to see my own nephew at his father’s funeral? No way you was there. Only way you was there is if you was… you know, flying or something” Uncle Mike chuckled at the thought but when he turned to look at John’s blank expression he realized that maybe he just found the answer himself. Suddenly tension filled the room and despite the excited sound that came from the television, the two men sat there silently. While one man reflected on his super human abilities, the other recalled that the person next to him had abilities that nobody seemed to understand.
“You know John, that could have been you” Mike said as he gestured towards the television trying to lighten up the situation.
“I would have beaten them all.” John replied, another blunt answer. Mike shrugged in agreement but noticed there was hardly any arrogance to his response; in fact John said it like some clear cut fact that was to be expected.
“Hey you right… ya super heavyweight space man” Mike chuckled at his statement but John again refused to budge. Maybe the joke had a rather sharp sting to it. “Look John you know I’m messing with ya. I’m just really glad to see you. When I heard you ran away from home, I was heart broken. Then a few years later your back all grown up and all of a sudden your dad kicks the bucket and you aren’t at the funeral, shit man I thought I lost you again”

“Did my father ever talk about me when I was gone?” John asked, not bothering to address his uncle’s previous statement. The question caused Mike to pause. “Look Johnny, I know you got to reconcile a bit with your father before he passed but I mean it when I say that he tried to be a father to you, he just couldn’t help himself. Some of us grieve in different ways and when your mother died, he just… didn’t know how to act. But yeah he did miss you” Mike took a long sip of his beer and sighed. “You know Johnny, when you was growing up you could do no wrong. They called you uh… Super Boy? Yeah that was nick name or something right?” Mike clearly wanted to change the topic of conversation, he wasn’t in the mood for a depressing conversation.

“I hated that name.” John replied.

“Hah, you may have hated that but it was true. You were the best damn athlete I ever saw, you did everything right. I think the crazy thing about you is how easy you made it look, like you weren’t even trying. Then when you got to high school and all these kids tried to clown you, jeez John you were ruthless. You talked real good shit, just like your dad did back when he was fighting”
“It was the only way I knew how to have fun.” John replied his focus remained on the fight but his tone lowered, there was sadness in his voice. “Any time I played serious, kids got hurt. At least by talking some shit I could entertain myself but you know how it is… winning by itself was boring”

“Yeah… you really were something else.” Mike took another sip. “Look kid real talk… I’m sorry. Sorry for everything. You don’t gotta tell me how you could afford that fancy jacket and shoes and stuff but… you are special, no bull shit”. John gave his uncle a concerned look knowing full well that his uncle was implying things or possibly assuming things in his own head.
“If you think I’m here cause I killed someone… I didn’t. But yeah I’ll be honest, I haven’t done things exactly legally”

Mike took another long sip and belched stretching his neck before turning to his young nephew “I know kid… I know. I aint one to judge, your father and I… we did all sorts of dumb shit too growing up. But you know, I think you gonna do something special, soon. You are too gifted with all this super space shit that you are gonna be something special, you’ll see.”
“I hope you are right uncle…Thanks.” John replied. At least for this moment, John believed him. As Hayes scored his knockout victory and celebrated wildly into the night with his team, John stared back at the television, possibilities running in his head on what could have been.

Six Swords (Story Driven | High Fantasy)

Sounds interesting, looking forward for more information

The Dark Brotherhood

Dragos took his time analyzing each of the gathered family. He wasn't expecting this type of gathering to happen so soon but it seemed reassuring that the members that knew each other got along fairly well. As Dragos watched the situation unfold, he was approached by the massive orc. It was strange having to look upwards for once, it's been awhile since he encountered an individual with such a physical presence. Dragos nodded at his greeting and took the drink offered to him as a sign of good gesture. "Honored to meet you Gur" Dragos stated as he smirked slightly at the orc's words and offered a joke in reply "Some say I talk too much. Others too little... I guess it depends who you ask"

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

@Ceta de Cloyes

I'm definitely down for any reason for the characters to meet up