Eklispe

Just a Harmless Game?

Boop, mind if I sneak in?

Name: Strauss Smith

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Appearance: Strauss is fairly tall, rather muscular, and quite physically fit from playing sports year round. Sometime in high-school he dyed his hair red. His face gives off a surprising feeling of kindness that may be misleading. His eyes are a stark contrast to his hair, being a deep blue color. He tends to wear a mix of red, black, and gray clothing; in addition he can almost always be seen wearing shorts no matter what the weather is.

Player or creature: Player

Back Story: Strauss was always more interested in sport than he was in school. Not that he was bad at school, he was certainly smart, but he only put forth enough effort to get B's, easily enough to keep him in sports. Strauss played year round and excelled at everything, soccer, basketball, and track. Anytime he wasn't doing sports he was hanging out with a group of friends or sleeping for the most part. Pretty simple, but it worked out well, he's a little unsure of what he wants to do after high-school since he isn't interested in much besides sports and even he knows relying on becoming a professional is iffy at best.

Other: 6' 2", favorite color is red.

dont worry about it

Arathyra gave a small eep of fright when the archer punched the tree. Clearly he felt rather strongly about this but, still she couldn't just accept that Lord Alvin was just hiding behind a front of kindness, it seemed too real for that. Perhaps he'd just had some bad times in the past with nobles and he was letting it cloud his mind. Still she followed him silently, mulling over his words. Well, she wasn't speaking anyway, silent passage was another thing altogether. Though it got a little easier after she began following the archer closely since he was having an easier time of it then she was. As they entered the camp Arathyra looked around saddened by what she saw. All these children, probably starving. All the wounded with a single old man attempting to heal them as best he could. She reluctantly followed the group into what appeared to be some sort of strategy room. She listened to the discussion silently as nothing she would've had to say would've been important. Arathyra waited curiously to see Archibald's response to Lord Marwood's offer.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

@Heyitsjiwon has been dead for three days, Course russian hasn't posted so its not that important yet but still D: _D:

dont worry about it

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Class: Spell-blade

Religion: Madison, Reyval

Appearance: WIP

Brief Biography: WIP

Equipment:
x1 Chain Mail Tunic
x1 Long-sword
x1 Buckler

Skills:
Parrying
Enduring
Bursts of speed

Weaknesses:
Magic
Opponents faster than him
Ranged Attacks
Poor footing

Starting Gift:
- Vitalizing Tonic (A small red potion that heals the user when drunk. Limited to 2 uses)

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Vargus was just wondering when he would encounter someone in this strange city when he saw a streak of silver whizz past him. Taking a closer look just before the figure vanished into a building it seemed to be... no way. It was actually the silver streaker, Vargus thought that guy was just a myth. Vargus had a brief moment to wonder what exactly he was doing here before the guy preformed a suicidal leap off the top of the building in what looked to be some sort of attack. Vargus had a brief moment of debate between leaving the guy to his death and trying to help him. Not for long though, after all he was part of the Ivory Masks, this was supposed to be their job, taking down bosses like this. Time to represent.

Vargus had his flesh golem hurl him into the air, then teleport the golem in front of him, then get thrown again. He repeated this rapidly covering ground until he finally landed on the roof top that the streaker had leapt off. Vargus would have liked to choose another summon for this job since his golem would no doubt be killed in one or two hits and he would suffer the same fate but he felt helping the streaker as soon as possible was more important. This in mind he hurled a Magic Blast at the dissolution, even with the creature's high level the resistance ignoring effect should cause it to deal some sort of damage. Following up the attack his flesh golem leapt off hoping to land on the creature and immediately began attacking with its many mouths. "You're not alone!" He shouted to the Silver Streaker letting him know that he could expect something in the way of support. Not much since Vargus was more of a solo act and had little in the was of party assistance but more damage was better than no damage right?

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

@Eklispe POST!

I'll get one in today foh soh.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

I'll make a post helping the silver surfer today.

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

@Markofkri D:

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

@Heyitsjiwon It seems you're rather busy but if you have a chance to make a post here then that would be ideal.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Zenai had to resist the urge to forcibly facepalm, of course that mountain of a man couldn't make it up the chimney without breaking it. He wasn't Santa after all. She was about to say something else when the door was suddenly broken down by the troops outside. Zenai barely stopped herself from looking at the chimney and hinting at where the others had escaped. Really she was being quite stupid today, a glance at the 'Claws' and she saw that she had no chance of winning a fight.

The Russian however did have a gun... The gun most have at least 6 bullets in the chamber if she was luckily 9. Either way if the Russian was some sort of military trained man he just might be able to shoot his way out, but even then they would have to fight their way through the rest of the castle then escape. Technically these 'Claws' didn't know they were enemies, they were just being cautious, Zenia could probably cook up some sort of story that was plausible enough to at least keep her out of some sort of dank prison.

In addition of course she doubted that the Russian would be doing much giving in even if he understood English, lucky she had arrived in a world where english was at least a primary language. Just in case she decided it would be best to attempt to explain, "Of course I will surrender though I have no idea where I am, one moment please while I explain to my friend." She said in a calm voice then said to the Russian, "Um, Они хотят, чтобы отказаться.", of course even she could tell what the big man thought of her Russian, being patronizing was universal after all, but clearly it was understandable which was good enough for her. After all she had only been learning it for around 6 months.

Interesting assembly of races, there seemed to be some sort of orchish creature and simply a large human with a bear head, though that might just be ornamentation. "Though I'd request as terms of my surrender that I'm adequately clothed." She said smiling and gesturing and her lack of decent apparel. Guess there was some value to sleeping in your clothes after all. Zenia hoped the Russian would give it but had a sinking feeling he was more of a fight to the death guy, oh well, if nothing else her calm acceptance should throw the attackers off guard if the giant man did decide to attack.