FallenTrinity

How to Train Your Dragon RPG?

I'd be interested

Creating GM and Co-GM titles and stuff

How do you create the GM and Co-GM titles for IC, OOC and Interest checks?

Never Back Down RP (MMA RP)

There will be within certain clubs students who wish to follow the path of Asura and whatnot

Update: I will also probably have frat like houses within the school (boarding like school) dedicated to certain styles and all that good jazz

Never Back Down RP (MMA RP)

It may have some aspects to it but I'm trying to go in my own style. Yes there will be outsiders who will try to fight the people from the school as well as school club fights as well

Never Back Down RP (MMA RP)

There are all kinds of schools; Elementary schools, Middle schools, High schools, Colleges, Art schools, Acting schools, Engineering schools. With almost all of these schools you have a certain code of conduct you must follow. Be in class, be on time, be in uniform (depending on your school) and most of all.....No Fighting. However, located in Tokyo, Japan, is a school that follows an....unorthodox code of conduct. You must be in uniform, you must never show weakness and...you must fight in order to pass.

Shinjuku Academy, known to many in Japan as the "Ryozanpaku" due to its violent history, world class fighters and its inner club rivalries. At the present time, Shinjuku has opened its gates to a select few who have proved themselves in the fighting world and to those who enter, many of them move on to great heights like the UFC or the Olympics.

So my question to you is.... Are you willing to keep moving forwards and never backwards? To never give in? To never show weakness? To Never Back Down?

Update:

The school is quite a hostile place, especially if your a freshman.

Freshman: The runt of the litter. They have the most to prove out of the entire school so they must move quicker and hit harder than anyone else if they want to make it so its no surprise that freshman are the first to be jumped or bullied, specifically on Freshman initiation week. Freshmen also eat at a separate time from the other years due to past...incidents. It is not uncommon though to see a freshmen baited into joining a sophomore or junior lunch however it is rare to see a freshmen invited to any lunch other than their own. Most that do have either ties to the school's committee board (child of a board member, etc.) and can use such affiliation as leverage or have seriously proven their worth by challenging AND DEFEATING a junior or higher. Freshmen are discouraged to join the Iron Fist Tournament due to their lack of experience but has not stopped sophomores to try. It is extremely rare to have a freshmen enter and WIN this tournament but it has been seen in its past. Sleeping arrangements for freshmen are as followed:
1 room sizable to fit 2 bunk beds
Shared bathroom
Closet for each student

Sophomores: Not picked on as much as the freshmens but have it pretty bad still. The occasional beatings of a sophomore aren't rare but usually have reason behind it. This year sophomores are able to join clubs of their choosing. However, it has been a normal tradition that students of a certain style to join clubs related to their style. It has been seen before where students have joined multiple clubs of different styles but most of the time that resulted in club versus club fights. Sophomores are able to also join the monthly Iron Fist Tournament with the approval of their club's captain, their sensei and the student body government. The sleeping arrangements for sophomores are as followed:
2 rooms(each room contains two beds, private bathroom for that room, larger closet space and kitchen conjoined in the middle to each room.)

Juniors: The junior year has it fairly easy. Most problems for juniors come from the senior class but are usually settled in flash fights, fights that can be made at any point and are monitored by a proctor that is in the area. Juniors also are able to join in the iron fist tournament at the recommendation of their sensei and student government. Most have moved up in the school as far as club positions with some making it to the student government, though rare since student government is made up of majority seniors. Juniors also have a lounge that they share with the sophomores as well as lunch. The sleeping arrangements for Juniors are as followed:
1 Room; 2 beds
slightly larger closet space
personal bathroom
personal kitchen

Seniors: Seniors have the most luxury in the school with its own lunch away from the rest of the school as well as its own lounges. Seniors also have the privilege of joining the student government by way of vote (most of the time it goes by the reputation and fighting capabilities of that student). Seniors also if they wish, may challenge the student government for a position by way of battle. It should be mentioned that any and all students of all years may challenge the student government to a position but it is not recommended due to the experience some younger students lack. The seniors also host the Iron Fist Tournament which is run by the Student Gov's Activities Coordinator and Treasurer. The senior sleeping accommodations are as followed:
1 Room single queen
Private bathroom and kitchen
Balcony
Large closet space
Small training room

It should be noted that any student who is given a position in student government has the accommodations of the senior sleeping arrangements but with the inclusion of:
Bathroom with personal Jacuzzi
Large Training room
Access to the personal Student Government Lounge

The Iron Fist Tournament

This tournament is held every 6 months to test the abilities of the students that are currently there. Most who sign up in this tournament are juniors and seniors however freshmen and sophomores have been seen entering it as well, specifically freshmen as a quick way to earn brownie points with the older classmates. Few freshmen have ever won but those who do are usually seen as captains of a club or holding student government positions by at least half way through junior going into senior year.

Are We the Bait? No, WE ARE THE HUNTERS!

This is based on so if you like it and are interested lemme know. if I get enough interest ill put up an OOC and Character....thing.

Abandon your fear and look forward to the approaching dawn. Move forward and never stop fighting. You'll age if you pull back and you'll die if you hesitate. Do not become the victim, do not become the hunted but become the hunters. We are no longer bait, we are no longer food! WE ARE THE HUNTERS!
- commander Tyr Kanger,

The Iron Divide, a fortified wall made when they showed up. It isolates Genesis, the first of many civilizations before Wall Marie and Trost that isolated people from the terrors beyond its sanctuary; the titans. At one time, prior to The Divide's development, the civilization of Genesis was peaceful and prosperous, life went on without a care in the world. Some said that it was Genesis's golden years, up until that day, T-Day, where titans poured into its quiet life and filled it with blood curdling screams and rivers of blood in its outer most district, Jerome. Genesis' army fought against this terror for years known as the Crimson Years but no battle was more brutal and terrifying than the infamous Battle of Jerome in which hundreds of thousands, if not millions died, it's worst defeat in its crimson years. The surviving citizens from Jerome moved into the second inner most wall, Wall Juno. There, poverty and crime flourished. Soon after the battle, a decision was made to build a wall around Genesis, to separate them from the people and to create battalions to battle these titans. With a unanimous decision, The Iron Divide was built to divide Genesis from Jerome with the help of every able body. With its construction finished, life continued.

The king of Genesis decided to create three corps; the Survey corps, meant to go beyond the Divide to reclaim Jerome and other territories that were lost during the crimson years, The Garrison Battalion, trusted with watching over the people of Genesis and Wall Juno. The military police, whose job was to guard the royal family and handle the crimes committed by the other corps. There were skeptics that doubted the strength of the wall as they felt it was to thin and would not be able to handle the pressure put on it if there was to be a second attack.

You are no longer recruits but soldiers with the task of defending Genesis. Will you become the hunters.....or the hunt?

I will add more information if I get enough people interested

The Walking Dead

interested

The music within us

He looked up to see two individuals with their instruments. One male holding a guitar who seemed to be in sync with a women who held bells. The one with bells seemed to drawn a breeze to her. "So they are the new recruits." He grabbed his amp and guitar and made his way over in a causal stride. As he closed the distance he began to play his guitar with the other, syncing on a different octive, tapping his foot to the rhythm.

Now here we go for the hundredth time
hand grenades pins in every line
throw them up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind
filthy mouth, no excuse
find a new place to hang this noose

He stood there, playing with the new recruits for some time. It was nice to see some of the other "blessed" ones. It was a rare experience for those in the military to see a group of them together, let alone by themselves. Well, in his case anyway. He was like a ghost when it came to off duty. He preferred to be by himself most of the time unless it was to either help with inspection or introduce new recruits to their quarters. After a period of time, he stopped playing and held out his hand. His smooth and gritty voice welcomed the two with open arms. "It was a pleasure to play with you two. You must be the new recruits I heard about. My name is Corporal Zahir Tankian." I bright smile crossed his face, his eyes showed warmth but with a hint of ice behind it.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Gin stuck to the tree line for most of the trip to the capital. To him, it got him away from Yamato for a bit, a sanctuary per say, but nonetheless it gave him some time think. This mission was going to be a pain, not just because of the threats and the attempts on the minister, that he could handle. It was the friction caused early on between him and Yamato, something he had hoped to avoid. One thing he tried to avoid within a team was internal conflict, but at this point it couldn't be helped. Half way through the trip he had hopped down from the trees and joined the rest of the crew. He had a few questions for the team regarding the team; the size of the capital, what events do they have around this time and simple things like this. It would be his first time in the capital and Gin wanted to experience it while here but in a way that still allowed him to follow through with the mission.

What the hell? This place is huge! As he looked around, he took careful notice to where certain things were; windows, skylights, exits; anything and everything that could be used as a way to infiltrate the mansion. There were a few rooms in which he wandered off into to find the maids bathing, which landed him a few bruises on the face and a bloody nose, not just due to his perverse side. 'Didn't think they trained maids like that to fight but god what a great body.' He giggled a few times as they continued the tour. However that didn't stop the servant who was leading them to give him a death glare that spoke more than just words, which he could feel even when Gin avoided eye contact with her.

Yamato walked up to the table and sat down, crossing his legs in front of him as he looked at the map. Gin couldn't help but wonder why he of all people were taking charge as of this moment. 'He better have an idea of what he's doing.' Even though Yamato couldn't see it, Gin had given him a distasteful look which had left as quickly as it had crossed his face. Gin focused in on the map and where the bedding was situated for the family. Judging from this map, the eldest daughters' bedroom is across from ours. Her eldest brother sleeps next to her in another room, her sister sleeps right next to that. The youngest child, a boy, sleeps in a room next to the ministers' room, and they are linked together with a door.”

Gin stood there, his head to the side with his arms crossed as he thought about how to situate himself in this picture as Giichi gave his opinion. With arms still crossed he knelt down next to the layout and placed his pin next to the eldest daughter's room. " I would personally say with the eldest daughter. I feel she won't like the idea of us watching her every move or the family's so I planned on escorting her to wherever she would like the go during our time here but from a distance. On top of that I want to rig her room with some simple traps, nothing lethal but enough to ward off intruders." Feeling that Yamato would slide in some smart-ass comment he added. "She wouldn't be alone in he walk, I planned on giving her a gift." With that he stood up and walked back a bit before placing his hands together into the correct sign. When the smoke had cleared. He was on all fours, a beautiful black and greyish coat with a white underbelly.

Hider

Gin returned to normal before sitting down opposite of Gin. "Or into whatever she prefers. I would have a clone not to far off to provide overwatch and another as a backup."

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

He couldn't help but want this guy to be put in his place but Gin knew for a fact that this 'person' was nothing more than a spoiled brat with a superiority complex. In Gin's eyes, he was already above him. "You'll work with people you will not like and some may think that they are more important then you, but you have to remember that he or she is still "your" teammate and the mission is priority." Gin sighed. "Mission is priority." He said low enough that only he could hear.

He looked out towards the road leading away from Konaha. He sighed as he looked away from the road to the sky, his hand gripped the handle of Sukkaikatta in small intervals. He was preparing himself for this. In his mind there was a strong chance that this wouldn't turn out to be a simple mission but a life and death experience. As he made his way out the gates with Haruka leading them, he moved up to meet the green haired ninja. Gin looked over to say something but held his tongue, not to provoke anything else. Instead he pushed some chakra into his legs and feet and hoped up into the tree line, waiting for the rest of the group.

Kirigakure, Kakiyama residence, Gin “Kyasupa” Kakiyama, Age 9

“One, two, three, one, one, two three, two! Keep that grip on your sword Junior!” “Yes sir! ” On each count Gin swung his bokken. His body felt like jelly for quite some time now. Since the morning to be exact and his body perspired heavily from the training that was brought onto him by this man man. This man had quite an aura about him. It felt like that of a seasoned vet, he held himself with a stoical posture as he paced around the young Gin slowly, analyzing each stroke as if it were a true blade. His stance, his swing, his retraction and his movement, nothing was safe from his critisim. He would now and again stop him and adjust his stance, move his arms around into the correct positions and have him restart the regiment. The old man was none other than Gin Sr., many of his fellow Jounin knew him as “The Phantom of the Mist” thanks to his ability to effectively and efficiently use the Hidden Mist and Silent Killing Art on the battlefield. To his ANBU comrades he was simply known as “Ghost” due to the mask he adorned on missions. His son, on the other hand, was simply known as “Kyasupa-kun”, a little pet name that a fellow Jounin of Gin Sr. came up with though, his father simply called him "Junior". The sun was high, a sign that Gin and his son had been out since 6am with a small breakfast. His father looked up into the sky, covering his eyes from the glare of the sun.

"Alright Junior, take a 5 minute break for now, then we will get on to sparring." His son grunted as he fell on his butt, it took a few seconds for the burn to really set in. "Junior" rolled his right shoulder, his left hand rested on the right side of his neck as he looked up at his dad. Hey dad, you think we can stop for the day. I would like to have a life outside of training." His father looked off to the house and then to the sky before shooting a squinty glance over at his son." "How long have we been training since you started school?"

Little Gin crossed his arms and closed his eyes, thinking back to the first day of training. He sighed as he looked up at his father. "Just about every day. Before I go to the academy, after I go and almost all day on the weekend." His father shook his head. "No…no. How many days?" His son let out an "Oh" as he placed a fist in his hand with a smile. "Two and a half weeks straight and some of my friends planned on going to a movie or something this weekend." His face saddened slightly. "That is, if you would rather me trai..." He paused as he looked up at his father, who was smiling, his hands rested on his side as he gestured the young boy to the house. "Go ahead, Junior. You earned it. But starting Monday we continue where we left off." Gin's face brightened as he jumped up from where he was, fist thrusted into the air until a throbbing pain reminded him of training today. Yeah! Alri...ow." He held his shoulder as he made his way back to the house. As the boy went into the house, a woman appeared in the doorway. Her long white hair blew gently in the breeze. She gave the man a glare. She leaned against the exterior wall as Gin Sr. made his way over to her.

“Gin, why are you so hard on the boy?” She asked as she laid her head against the wall, her arms folded and her legs crossed. "Because I expect a lot from him. He's not just some boy, he's going to be a ninja and he needs to be ready for it. I wish my parents did this for me." She sighed and looked into the house. Gin never took look to get ready for anything, except sometimes when he didn't want to go train right away. Gin Sr. looked into her ice blue eyes with his own. "Sakura if you want me two back off with the training a bit, fine. But the days I do train him, he can thank you for why he won't be able to walk in the morning." With that she smiled before slamming him on the top of the head. "YOU GONNA BLAME THAT SHIT ON ME! I DON'T THINK SO HUN!"