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As a huge fan of Log Horizon, I have to say I have possible interest!


Awesome, any ideas on what you'd want more for the plot line? I can write up enough material for all three scenarios but I wanna get player input before I write a whole bunch that I have to throw away.

Elder Tales was originally an American MMORPG created by Atharva Inc., a Los Angeles-based company. Over time, as Elder Tales popularity grew, the number of servers expanded up to 13, when Elder Tales became a fully-global MMO with a server on every continent. Each server has its own company running the game, coming up with their own special events, classes, and subclasses. However, transferring to another server is as simple as taking a Teleport Gate or a Fairy Ring to another server, having no restrictions. Furthermore, to allow better communication between players, there is a highly-accurate automatic translator that works even for voice chat.

The world of the game, Theldesia, is based on ours only at half scale, mirroring many cities and landmarks in it’s own unique style. It is built on what is essential a post apocalyptic earth with run down, overgrown buildings and skyscrapers littering the land.

Elder Tales functions as most MMO’s, offering the player to choose a race, class, and one of several subclasses that are usually roleplay centric. In this RP, Race won’t have very much impact other than character appearance, but Class and Subclass have benefits worth pondering.


Our story: It has been about a month in game since the apocalypse, which refers to the event on May 3, 2018 that trapped all players who were logged in inside of the game.
It was triggered by the release of the game's twelfth expansion pack, Homesteading the Noosphere. Among its most immediate effects was trapping over several hundred thousand players worldwide. The NPCs, known as Landers or People of the Land, were also affected by this incident. Depending on the perspective, either they suddenly gained memories, personalities and backgrounds. Things were rough at first, with no idea whether one would respawn anymore and all the food tasting bland and all liquids tasting of water, but over time the adventurers adapted. Cooking foods without the in game menu gave them flavor and a brave, stupid, or suicidal adventurer discovered one could even respawn.

In the last month, the people of the land have gotten more bold and bitter toward the adventurers, players are in disorder and have taken to killing others as opposed to the monsters, and guilds have started becoming the pseudo government. One guild, Neon Colossus, headed by the Elven Bard with the Noble subclass known as Parks, is known for ruling alongside several other guilds that act as a pseudo-government for the area known as the Cleftlands, near the great lakes. Other guilds in this alliance include an formerly purely roleplay guild known as The Knights of Bahamut who take Lawful good to new levels and act as the police of the city, headed by Platinum Knights who act as sheriffs, and several other crafting, raiding, and merchant guilds, none with more power than another.

When making a character, feel free to make them the head of a guild other than Knights of Bahamut or Neon Colossus or just a member of one or even guildless! Feel free to be any level, 1-92 as very few will have had time to get higher without socially isolating themselves and hard grinding. Being in a guild will have no affect on your power level in game. You can even make a Lander character who just happens to hang out with us, or even a Lander turned adventurer.

Let me know if there is interest!

Things to iron out:
Conflict: There's several ways we could run this, such as a political angle, a PvE, a PvP, or just a casual hang out RP where we occasionally throw plot at each other.
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Races!
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Subclasses!
Check out North Wen, aka America in this world!

LYSANDER

@Silver Carrot

Lysander smiled, his chin pointing up as he approached the former villain. He actually didn't know she used to be a villain until he came to the school, since nobody ever got glamour shots of the bad guys to put in the magazines he would read. He ran his fingers through his hair, wires along his fingers acting like combs to get all the tangles out. A bad move in retrospect, as he caught on several knots and took a solid 7 seconds untangling his hand from his hair. He tripped on the carpet, but managed to stay on his feet without ripping out more than six or so hairs.

Once he was steady, he bowed awkwardly, still getting the hang on japanese greetings after growing up on American informal waving and fist bumps with the principle. "Hey miss, or.. is it... is it Miss Akane or Miss Mako? Or Mako-saaaaan? Chan? Ahem... Anyways, you know how I've been the most amazing student, 2.7 GPA, excellent quirk potential AND I started a band recently, I think I've proven myself worthy of transferring back into class 1A. I even organized a team of heroes to take down a villain the other day. I'm sure you heard about it. Toru, Mamorou, Seiko, and the one, the only LYSANDER MORDRED! Or... Mordred Lysander?"

The boy held his hands up as he said his name, looking around at the fake audience before putting them on the edge of her desk and leaning forward smiling and then winking at the villainous assistant. He had gotten too caught up in his own persona that he already switched back to informality. A little Kim Possible blip came from his phone, so the best wire quirk in the school was employed to pull it from his pocket, his hands still on the desk. He had a new twitter follower, now at 269.

"Heh, nice." He slid the phone back in. "So is there a form or do I gotta punch Amane in the nuts again?"

LYSANDER


Lysander was with Toru on the whole not feeling the impact of the injuries thing, but in a very different way. The injured students were his former classmates and he felt bad but there was nothing he could have done, nothing he could stop. And because of that, there was nothing to worry about other than missing the opportunity to spread the name of the next most popular hero, Chordred!

While the newsteam was here, Lysander donned his new flashy suit and made sure to show off as much as possible in the courtyard. He had his hair wrapped in wire, forming what looked like incredibly thin dreadlocks that were more or less just a wig cap containing his real hair covered in what was supposed to look like hair. His face was totally visible in order to let him get as much publicity as possible, his neck was covered in a similar wire wrapped look that lead into his chest that was a mesh of wire, no longer tightly coiled. It covered a brown bulletproof material that clung tight to his body, showing off his slim figure. The mesh bodysuit covered to his elbows and kness where a new tight coil with holes where his quirk exited his forearms and knees could escape through.

He was ushered back inside by school security several times before getting detention for the day, forced to take out trash for his dorm the next week, but no other punishments imposed.

After the commotion died and he was back to business with the school being back to normal, operation REJOIN 1A was in full effect. His first move was to apply for a transfer formally. He was currently marching his way to Ms. Mako to get an appointment made. He had his uniform sleeves rolled up and his pants equally rolled to his knees for comfort and a ball of wire consisting of 5 wires from his forearm tangling in his hand as he fidgeted while he walked.

LYSANDER


Lysander rolled his eyes at these basic ass prank ideas. Did none of them have a drive for the spotlight? Had they not heard the classic american ideology that told him to go big or go home? He wouldn't even give Mamorou's ideas the time of day! And this Seiko kid had no idea how in over her head she was. Lysander spun on his heels to address her first and foremost. He put his thumbs through his front belt loops and picked his toes up so he was resting entirely on his heels and balanced horibbly

"Now listen here, just because I'm incredibly attracted to you doesn't mean you can come 'round these parts trying to take my team and my position as best wire quirk user in the school. Second off, yes I want to date you, if that wasn't implied hard enough and maybe we can work this title battle into the prank. Listen, we fight, get Amane in the middle of it, tie him to a pole on the next training exercise and then we leave him and go continue our fight later. I would be mighty pissed if I was immobile for an entire training exercise. We could have all of us stage a fight, seeing how we got two b's and two a's."

Lysander held his arm out as he talked, rocking forward about half way through his speech so that he had balance once again. Wires protruded from the holes in his arms and made a coil in the air as he described the binding of Amane. He gave Seiko a wink and made sure to slightly obscure her view of Toru. He was the main character here, he got the babe.


LYSANDER

Lysander took what mamarou said into consideration. On the one hand, heroes didn't randomly punch Amane in the face, they had REASONS for punching Amane in the face and... Well nobody was really being actively tormented by the gravity well. It was disappointing on so many levels, being righteously denied his fame because its not the right thing to do.

But Toru suggested brainstorming, a sport Lysander referred to mostly as "Idea stealing and credit taking excersize." But for once, Lysander actually did have an idea. A good one, maybe, possibly.

"Okay okay, I get your points, and as leader I say uh... Mamarou us right we can't just punch his stupid cocky face. We have to do something better, like... I got it! Lets freaking destroy the elastic inside of his uniform or suit, so when he uses his quirk he drops his pants to the ground! Eh? Eh?

Lysander retracted his wires only now, after he spoke. All grwat leaders were tall compared to their subjects, and with Dulga existing in this school well, stilts were necessary. He had yet to notice Seiko creeping behind him, due to his blindingly huge ego keeping him from registering competition
@Lucius Cypher@FamishedPants

LYSANDER


Lysander's eyes lit up when he got two quick responses, waiting for the third. He began typing a reply excitedly after hearing Mamoru already managed to punch Amane twice but ended up deleting the whole message as Toru approached. The prank gods seemed to smile upon him it seemed, as the zombie seemed a bit more lively than he had seen him most days in the hall. He was feeling confident. He had heard that Toru didn't need sleep and didn't eat and that he could breathe underwater, which meant that they had the power of unending versatility thanks to Toru, and it gave his overconfident self even more confidence in leading this team.

But a lot of that confidence left his body with a sigh. If you looked close enough, maybe a bit of his soul could be seen leaving his lungs along with 80% of the air in them. As Mamoru arrived with her arms both in slings he twisted his mouth a bit and stuck his tongue through his tightened lips, the ends of his chords unraveling a bit as he tensed up. An injured player wasn't ideal but with Amane already injured as well he had a good feeling that their little handicap would work itself out. He beckoned the group closer and put on his casual voice, cracking his neck.

"Ayyye if it isn't the guys from 1A! As you know, Amane is a menace to us all, and needs to be embarrassed in some way. Kinda like a bully the bully scenario, and taking his pants off is too small and beating him up is too big, so I call upon you and..." He looked around, pausing his speech to search the hallway, even going so far as to use the wires on his legs to lift himself into the air a good 3 feet to see over even Dulga should she be present. No sign of Kenichi. "Kenichi... should he show up, to crowd source me some ideas! I want it to be known that he got got, hm?"

*The redhead lowered himself down, his brown roots showing a bit as his hair swayed but he would deny any accusation that his rust colored hair was a dye job. He extended a closed fist to the two people, staring at Mamoru's arms and sighing. "Mamoru, just say the word rock, it'll be a metaphorical fist bump that says you're in."
oof ouch an ooc post too, just to give you guys all the notifications
@FamishedPants@Zeroth@Lucius Cypher@pkken

LYSANDER


Class 1B had been a drag to say the least. Every bit of news, every spotlight, and every possible hero organization had their eyes on the heroes in class 1A, which Lysander managed to get removed from for slacking off so hard. So there he was, sitting in the perfect middle of the room instead of front and center with the best rejects the school had to offer, constantly ignored in favor of those like Acion or Jett. to make matters worse, he had to stare at the back of Amane's head. It was never brushed right, like he didn't even pretend cameras were on him at all times and it pissed him off. But now, his old class 1A friends were within his reach. He could make a change.

Lysander didn't think small. Nothing was worth doing unless it could be taken way too far and when it came to the spotlight stealer Amane, no revenge he could accomplish alone was sweet enough and the rejects of class 1B were too weak willed to be of any help. He needed help from the ambitious 1A hero course students. After the conclusion of the karaoke contest, he made his move. The crimson haired boy with the fake tattoo on his forearm took it upon himself to assert true dominance over the arguably most powerful kid in class and sought out minds he knew would be necessary. He had a small list of possible helpers to his cause and got them all into a group text.

Kenichi had the raw speed to get in and out faster than anyone, so he was an obvious choice. Mamoru was a good second choice since Amane had a tendency to hit back, so a person with a shield was a solid backup plan. Toru was plan c for defense and the fact he loved pranks more than Lysander, who was honestly new to the game. With their names entered into his phone he shot them the most important text he may ever write.

"Boy howdy old partners. I have a small request, and I know we haven't talked in forever but in order for me to truly shine in class 1B, I need a specialized team of operators for my plan. I call it "Fuck Amane." And I know, great name, great concept, it can't go wrong! Meet me outside the bathrooms so we can discuss logistics. I was thinking we could somehow punch him in the face as well without getting in trouble because we could provoke him or something so he hits Momoru first. Any ideas, save them for the meeting, I'm on my way there now."

He hit the send button, turning his phone off and smiling until he realized he got all of their numbers from other people. They just got a random text from an unknown number and most likely wouldn't show up which would probably ruin everything. He had to choose between praying that others hated Amane as much as he did, or... the easier option.

"Oh, this is Lysander, aka best wire quirk in the school." He smiled smugly at Amane as he hurried out of the room, blowing him a kiss with a wink as he walked out the door.

LYSANDER


Lysander had disappeared after the presentation. He was last seen grinning from ear to ear with a spark in his eyes that would blind even Mina as he took what seemed like a wrong turn to get back to the classroom. He gracefully power walked his way directly to the bathroom where he proceeded to spend the entire time he was gone fixing his hair and made sure his roots hadn’t started to show. He moved onto his teeth, checking for any bits of food or dust, the back of his head throbbing slightly but overall he ignored it. He had to look perfect.

He was in a state of pure bliss as he constantly rewinded time in his mind to watch himself save Ezra and Roy and hearing himself being called Heroic... it was all going straight to his ego that made him feel even bigger than the new girl who was easily a foot taller than him. He felt like his head was brushing the ceiling by the time he was ready to leave and enter the classroom.

As Lysander walked through the halls, he noticed some students outside the room but completely ignored them as he rehearsed his speech in his head. He flung the door to the room open with such force that the noise alone was akin to a shout but soon enough, the real shouting started.

With a heroic pose and warm smile, Lysander got into character. His chin raising up and voice getting slightly deeper, eyes squinting slightly as he smiled. ”Your resident Hero has arrived! I know you all saw me, and I know you all must think I’m the only one who really did what they should have, in fact, I was so good even Fumika knew who was the hero to emulate out there. No need for autographs, I told you all that just going to school with me would provide all the stories you’d need to live a happy life and let me just tell all of you it’s just begun. I plan to save everyone but next time there will be more than one camera, hopefully.” Lysander said, not reading the current mood of the room at all.

He waited for the cheers, the applause, maybe even Toni’s warm embrace as she swooned over the next greatest hero superstar. Surely American Supers knew what to do more than the Japanese ones and they of course had no hope of being able to compare the the western showmen that Lysander grew up watching. Hell, even All Might himself used American cities and states as names for his attacks so surely the fact Lysander was from there put him above the rest of the class that actually came from Japan. He smiled a surprisingly warm smile, his true charisma kept the situation from being awkward should you look at only him, but if you were to gaze around the room, you would see just how poorly timed his speech had been.
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