Enigma

Be Who You Wanna Be

I'm still interested. I'm going to be unoriginal and like to play Ganon/Ganondorf from the Legend of Zelda Series^^

Ganondorf

Be Who You Wanna Be

I'm interested in this :)

Underlings of London

Cool, new feature Name: Paul Slyfinger Age: 16 (looks 13) Gender: Male Personality: Paul is a silent kid who tends to keep to himself when he’s not required to socialize, save for the presence of his little sister. Not that this was very unusual, seeing that his kind tends to lead rather solitary lives, only coming together for great gatherings in the Undercity when there is a special occasion. With a stubborn mind and a hot-headed personality behind the quiet façade, Paul is quick to get into fights and his knuckles are covered in bruises more often than not. His opponents are mostly other street rats, be they human or underling, and he’s not afraid to take on tougher guys than himself. This not rarely ends up with his sister having to patch up the bruises and calmly scold him. Apart from being a little hot-headed, Paul is reliable. At least that’s what people tell about him. With his younger sister in tow since they were little, he has been the one looking out for her on their countless roams through the city, and he has developed a keen sense for danger. He knows the tough little bundle is strong enough to look after herself, but he feels it can never hurt to hold an extra eye open. Based on how they first met, Paul has taken a habit of calling her “bundle”.. While at times very quiet, Paul is not stupid in the slightest. He’s street smart, and can remember any location he’s been to at least once. Attentive and with a quick mind, he can find paths and escape ways that most people or Underlings would overlook. Apart from being silent, he has a tendency of either making sly, sarcastic remarks or being downright mean. He’s blunt, and has no qualms to speak his mind if he feels it necessary. Paul is agile and likes to climb. Growing up in the streets of London, like most of his kind, he is able to quickly find his way through the narrow alleys and channels. While he’s capable of blending in with the masses, he prefers the rooftops and arching buildings over the more crowded streets. His agility and quick hands enable him to ascend even the most complex edifice Appearance: As typical for his kind, Paul is of a small stature, reaching no higher than 4’11’’ (150cm). His hair is chestnut brown and kept short, since it tends to get tousled very quickly. He appears a bit unkempt, like many Underlings, and his clothes are often ragged and worn, with patches and stiches all over them. His face appears undefinably ordinary, just as one might expect from a street rat, save for his green eyes which shine with intellect. His eyes shift color from office green to lime green, appearing darker when he is in a foul or relaxed mood and seeming brighter when he is upbeat and giddy. In day to day occurrences, his most prominent facial expression is that of mild interest or slight boredom. His typical silent demeanor is reflected in his slightly hunched over stance. Paul’s attire mostly consist of a coffee colored, striped woolen jumper that covers his upper body up to his neck and over his torso and arms, and is held by a dark brown leather belt. On his lower body he wears fallow brown jeans that are tucked into his worn out, dark-grey leather boots. He also often wears brown fingerless leather gloves that help him climb. His head is usually adorned with a reddish beggar cap that is often referred to as his trademark. This is mostly due to the fact that anyone, even his sister is absolutely forbidden from touching it, and he will get very upset if someone tries to do so. Over his woolen jumper Paul sometimes puts on a grey leathery jacket that is obviously too large for him and thus leaves him with flabby sleeves that are tucked backwards several times else they would completely cover both his hands. The jacket goes down almost to his knees and covers his neck up to his hair, giving the impression of him disappearing into it. When he wears it, he often puts his hands into its pockets, as this seems to give him confidence. Since it is considerably flabby, it is not exactly made for climbing, so unless it’s a cold day or a special occasion, he’ll refrain from putting it on for fear it might hinder him (or maybe for fear of loosing it..). Both cap and jacket seem to hold a special meaning to him that only Flint and his little sister seem to know about. Background: Paul and his sister were raised by Flint, an elderly Underling who is held in high regards among their kind. Found in a small boat on the shore of the Thames, Flint took him in and raised him like so many Underlings were raised by a guardian. Before Paul could walk, he climbed. No structure and no building were safe from the little kid’s chubby hands. After he had conquered the walls of the hideout, he moved on to larger buildings. At first jumping from small ledges, he soon was capable of jumping from roof to roof. Taking a liking to the city and it’s many faces, smells, sensations and most importantly, buildings Paul would begin to roam the area, bit by bit broadening his territory. In that way, Paul began to seize London in his very own way. It was when he was still very young, not even fully grown yet, when he discovered something on one of his ranges. Roaming the shore of the Thames, skipping over several rooftops and sliding down between some smaller buildings, he noticed a faint presence in front of him on the riverbank. Quickly climbing down to the shore he realized it was a small, brown bundle lying near some that had captured his attention. Upon getting closer, it became apparent to the young boy that it was a bundle of ragged cloth was seemingly lying abandoned between some barrels. The cluster of brown fabric was obviously aged. Most importantly, the bundle was sneezing. The sudden sound scaring the wits out of the young boy, it quickly became obvious to him that someone was in there. This fact was underlined by the large pair of eyes that was blinking at Paul from under the folds. Apparently, Paul now had a little sister. After taking the young girl in, or rather after she had followed him all the way home, the two of them lived a peaceful child’s life under the loose care of Flint. Teaching the two of them, they grew into an Underlings equivalent of teenagers, who called this city their home. Ability: - Quick feet; Ability to blur when moving fast, making it harder to track his movements. Also runs very nimbly and climbs surprisingly fast. - Silent fingers; Ability to briefly cloud a person’s mind, allowing to be unseen, or rather, unnoticed for a moment.

Underlings of London

any progress on that post?^^

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So so we play both, god AND shinki? Because I'd prefer teaming up and playing together with someone as either a god or a shinki^_^

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I'd be interested in the role of the Sycophant

The Sword of Summer

I'm loving this how come there's not more interest? I'm definitely in

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Is this still a thing? I'm cautiously interested : )

Noragami Roleplay?

I began reading the manga at some point but I haven't gotten very far yet. I'll cautiously throw my hat into the ring though, since I am both a fan of literally anything that is anime-themed and did like the topics of noragami. Would this RP go in the direction of us playing small gods and shinki working together? In that case I'd be SO on board^^

Underlings of London

The weather was beginning to let up. Whilst being dragged through the muddy streets by the lovely energetic bundle he called sister, Paul cast the occasional glance upwards to the few rays of sunshine now briefly finding their way through the thick clouds. It was obvious the change was merely temporary, and so Paul made the best of the warm feeling on his face while the familiar feeling of Jenny pulling him at his sleeve brought him closer towards Hyde Park. In contrast to the busy murmuring of the market place, parks were clearly more tranquil in nature. Her majesty’s swans were idly bobbing up and down on the milky surface of Tyburn brook and the few pedestrians strolling on the gravel paths completely ignored the two young people scampering by them, like they were used to. A hushed atmosphere of silence, that was only disturbed by one thing. As the two of them were approaching Speakers Corner, Paul noticed the small crowd of teenagers laughing loudly even before the person holding their speech in the actual corner. Paying only brief attention to the old man standing on a pedestal and proclaiming something or other in a hoarse voice while furiously waving a bunch of papers, it was the flashy red of a girls hair swiftly moving towards them that quickly drew his gaze. Unconsciously passing his sister and taking the lead, they were greeted warmly by their mutual friend, Nina. Letting the mandatory wave of giddy monologue gush over him like a steadfast boulder braving the oncoming tide, he did not have to endure for long until the lanky girl soon moved on to introducing him and his sister to the rest of the group that had until now been outshined by the freckled girl and that Paul had obviously failed to take clear notice of so far. It was then that he noticed a familiar face. The boy, not much older than Paul himself, towered a good head taller before him. Wearing a worker’s clothes, grey and worn in tone, he had a drab leather jacket slung over his shoulder, and his hands were adorned with woolen fingerless gloves, not unlike Paul’s. His stance spoke of self-confidence, yet he had a certain tenseness to him, like a spring that had been wound up too strongly and was ready to pop any second as he was glaring at the comparably small boy in front of him. Messy black hair was hanging over a face with rough edges and a glaring red cut on his cheek that Paul remembered all too well. When their eyes met, the tension quickly building up between them was unmistakably felt by everyone in the near vicinity. Paul met the angry look he was faced with, with his usual calm, almost expressionless face. Knowing that his sister was sensitive to his moods, Paul felt a quick pang of guilt for intensely locking eyes with the boy in front of him and indirectly drawing Jenny into the silent conflict, but he couldn’t help it. Flashbacks flared up in his mind. His familiar evening stroll in the quiet streets. A figure following him. A quick but fierce brawl that left him with bruised knuckles and a swollen eye. That guy had been sniffing around. When Jenny had patched him up later that evening, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her there had been a human snooping through their territory. By contrast, Nina was one of the very few humans they had begun to put their trust in. She was honest. Kind. She would not babble to the wrong people about the strange little people living beneath the streets of London. Humans like her were rare. But guys like him, they were exactly the reasons their kind couldn’t feel safe in this city. Sniffing around, poking their noses where they didn’t belong. Paul immediately recognized the cut on the guy’s face - he was the one that had left him with it that night - and these piercing blue eye now peering at him were hard to forget. It was the other boy, apparently going by the name of Will, who spoke up first, breaking the angry silence that had only lasted a few seconds, yet had felt like minutes to Paul. „What are ya lookin‘ at, cunt?“. The broad, unmistakably Scottish accent felt like warm butter being spread on a crispy piece of toast. Unfittingly pleasing to the ear, Paul quickly had to shake the odd notion that he could listen to this accent forever, as he reminded himself why he disliked the tall guy in front of him. As it was his nature he did not react to the words directed at him. Yet he could not help his expression getting a tad cooler, adding to the tense atmosphere and prompting Nina to jump in. “So, I see the two of you have you have already met, great! Hey how about we go over to that river and feed ducks! Who’s got bread?”.Nonchalantly breaking the spell without so much as batting an eyelash at the testosterone flying back and forth, Paul and Will were then almost dragged along by their respective parties until they found themselves sitting on opposite ends of the group at the riverside, feeding ducks with soft bread one of the teens had brought along. A vein was pulsing on his forehead he didn’t even know he had, as Paul let out his quiet aggravation at the unexpected encounter by throwing their lunch at the quacking birds in the water a little harder than was necessary to deliver. While casting irritated glances over towards a certain someone a few feet away, oftentimes swiftly met by the appropriate response, Nina meanwhile turned towards Jenny who was quietly sitting next to her brother. “Sho Shenny”, mouthful of bread she clearly did not intend to the waste on feathered freeloaders, the redhead audibly gulped down as she finished her sentence. “Wha’ about that big meetin’ of your folks? That was around the corner sometime wasn’it?”