Getting ready to move into my new and first apartment. I may be offline for a bit until we get internet in the place but I'll let everyone know when I do
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If you are interested in a fantasy RP that is about dragons and magic, take a look at Acension. The link will be in my bio.
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Might get the Witcher 3
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I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
Name: Soron Dragonbane Age: 89 Blood%: 40% Nayu, 20% Oro, 20% Sol, 20% Seraphim Gender: Male Sex Preference: Hetero Height: 6'3" Weight: 230lbs Apparel: Pictured Above Appearance: He stands at a rather built six feet, 3 inches and a well worked two hundred and thirty odd pounds. His armor is nothing impressive but rather what lies underneath. Painted with scars like a violent canvas, this shows his history, remembering each and every one and what they represent. The most recent and memorable one crosses from his right shoulder to his left side hip, the one given to him by Suleykaar after he attempted to devour him. On his skin as well are runes which he uses in combat, each one carved into him and blessed, allowing them to be used. One on his throat which channels wind and fire, two on his feet, meant to channel earth, two on his wrists to channel water or lightning and a set of runes and words across the front half of his body to channel shadow magic. Personality: Despite his abrasive outer shell, he is quite the contrast. He likes to socialize but tends to be more of a listener than a speaker and uses his body for much of the conversation offering nods in agreement, shrugs when unsure and shakes of the head when in disagreement and tapping his finger when annoyed. As well as his body language, much of his feelings can be seen through his eyes as they do most of the talking. When he does speak it is brief but to the point and does not shy away from speaking his mind. One of his biggest pet peeves is actually his companion, Suleykaar as can be seen in their interactions. He relates Suls, as he calls him, as a 100ft spoiled brat, having to babysit him when about town so he doesn't cause to much trouble.
On the battlefield he is not too much different as he is a tactician, finding techniques and maneuvers that can better enhance his own fight or those he goes into combat with. He never yields in his strikes nor shows remorse. They are quick, efficient, precise and deadly, considering each stroke to be his last. This he had adopted as a young boy through intensive and brutal training regiments on and off the field though he preferred the field training as it had honed in his skills with a sword as well as his combative reflexes, now in life acting on instinct rather than muscle memory.
One thing is for sure. Should one attempt to harm Soron or his companion, heed this warning. He is violent and cold as a winter's storm and holds the wrath of a vengeful god. He has a dragon's will and an unyielding heart that will willingly sacrifice their own life and soul to defend what he believes in and those he cares for. Faction: He has been for a long time a member of the Sureiya but has since left the organization. After his encounter with Suleykaar, he has moved more towards the Taxis, helping them abolish the abominations the world has sent loose on its people. He now bares a special and unique emblem on his armor. The flaming sword and green sun, combined into a one of a kind patch, one that pays homage to his past and what he currently believes in...The annihilation of what goes bump in the night. Pet: Spirit, a little snow wyvern who stands a foot high and 3 feet long. He had found him in Gaia, in the forest of Lapis during its the season of frost. Spirit is a peculiar little specimen as it a bit unpredictable but not much to be too much of a nuisance. With its occasional chirps and mild screeches, Spirit has taken a warm welcome to Soron, considering him to be his little scaly brother. Soron has developed a few words specific to Spirit for commands: Baruut (Burn/Breath) - This is used for Spirit to burn opponents Frie (Fly) - This is used mostly for scouting or hunting Ren (Return) - Self Explanitory Sahied (stop) - Self Explanitory but sadly is one that Soron has trouble with. This is because of his little mischevious scaly brother, Spirit.
There are others that he uses but these are most used and heard coming from Soron. It is difficult for many to order Spirit around as it only recognizes Soron's voice and tone. However, Suley is known to mess with Soron since he can mimic Soron a bit, causing Soron to get easily annoyed with the red dragon. Exp: Having come from a fairly violent past, he has mastered the art of combat, effectively bringing opponents down in shorter time than most. Time with the Sureiya further increased this when hunting large foes or predators like feral dragons and the like. At the same time he has learned about their body language, concluding whether or not it is simply guarding its territory or hunting for a meal. Effectively he could live in the wild for a long time should it ever come down to it. He can react on instinct and has honed his senses to the wild, allowing him to sense danger in a way. Just as he can read dragons and other predators or foes, he can read people, understanding their body language and when to say something or not to, helping with his social and combat related events. The use of magic and how to use it effectively with little effort also stems from this violent training as he does not have a incredibly strong soul. All of this combined, Soron is not one to be trifled with nor take head on, not without a couple of people to guard one's own hide. Spells: The Whispering Sword: This is used in conjunction with his onyx stones. He creates a dome of transparent magic (roughly 10 meters in diameter) that allows him to shadow step around the battlefield and nullify the sound within the dome. Now as he is not a full blooded Nayu, this requires runes to allow him the ability to shadow step without shadow stepping. These stones contain teleportation magic, leaving the dome to nullify any extra sounds that come from the stones themselves. Runes: Considering that these runes are as powerful as magic, I'll let them take the place for any other spells. Abilities/Powers: Poison resistance: Blood Trait Blood consumption: Blood Trait Night vision: Blood Trait Bleed resistance: Blood Trait Thick blood: Blood Trait Bright light resistance: Blood Trait Soul detection: Blood Trait Tactician: Years of experience in battle have taught Soron about minimum effort, maximum effiecency. This can be seen in his fighting style and stance which is low and coiled, blade up and pointed with his left palm outward for magic. He has aptly named this The Basilisk Stance in reference to his fight against his first basilisk. Rune use: His ability to use the runes on his body whether singularly or in tandem with another is honed thanks to his practice wit them at a young age and over the course of his life. Instinct: His weeks in Nero's deadlands and the predators that consider it home quickly increased his natural ability to react to situations under stress. This has also worked for his time amongst the people and in conversation, especially when it begins to go south. Perceptive: He can read people and creatures alike, understanding their habits and when they are angered, frightened, or on the hunt. He can also read the mannerisms of others to suggest what they are thinking. Intimidating Aura: This just seems to be a natural thing he has, he cannot explain why but he simply accepts it as it has saved him trouble many times. Commanding Aura: As well as his intimidating aura, he has this air about him that commands respect and gives off this authority like vibe. Weapons: 1x Two handed long sword forged from steel and silver and dipped in Basilisk venom for added effectiveness. 1x One handed sword made the same as his long sword. 2x silver/steel daggers A few pouches of light and smoke powder meant for escape or distraction on the field. A bag of stones, each containing runes of an element. Similar in the aspects of a grenade in their application. A black bag of onyx gems, carved with the rune for shadow manipulation. Used for one of his techniques, "shadow dancing" History:
Born within the lands of Nero, he has been surrounded by death for a portion of his life, just enough to remind him how important life really is. Growing up within a family of dragonslayers and mages, there was never a doubt that he wouldn't follow within his families footsteps. His family was a unique one as his great great grandmother was a mage and great great grand father a dragonslayer, having brought into this world a group of slayers whose specialty was in combative slayer magic. Unique in the aspect that most of the techniques required runes. Whether or not those runes were on inorganic objects or on their person mattered not. It was a technique that was passed about their little village of Basille, 10 miles northwest of Nero's known town, Twilight. When Soron was of age, around 5, he was given the opportunity to go through a special family tradition, the ritual known as the Trail of Nails. This required the work of a mage and healer, as well as a priest or shaman. Carved into the body were runes meant for dragon slaying, each imbued with a specific element. The throat, carved with a symbol for wind and fire to symbolize their calling to the profession and the fire of life that burned from within. The feet, etched wit earth, meant to symbolize their resolve for the trade and the idea of never losing one's ground in a fight, to battle to the death. The arms or wrists with water and lightning, to represent the grace and precision in each swing of the blade, painting the earth's canvas with crimson red from their instrument of death. Lastly, the front of their body with those of shadows. This was to never forget the darkness that they came from but a reminder for those who dare to face it.
The process was an excruciatingly painful one but one that would allow him to bare the name Dragonbane, otherwise, he would have been simply known as Soron of Basille as what had happened to his uncle Pyre of Basille. With this completed, he would begin training in the art of dragonslaying, the art of war. He would also be paired with a young girl for who he would wed and continue the line of Dragonslayers. Her name was Ariel. A sweet and kind girl born into a mage family. Her hair was like autumn. Red with bits of yellow and orange to give it a distinctive look. He had fallen in love with this girl and as he trained and grew, so did she and as such the relationship with each other. by the age of 21 he was due to be wed on a cool spring night. But it was this night that would seal their fate. Hours before the wedding ritual, a few basilisk had terrorized the small village, plummeting into chaos. Amidst the chaos, he had watched in horror and anger as his soon to be was ripped in half and devoured by the basilisk, never to be seen again. A few days had gone by when the attack happened and some of the surviving members of the village went out in search of the serpents responsible for the destruction...None returned.
As the pain and distraught subsided, something emerged from within...An anger none in his village have ever witnessed. His fire from within became a maelstrom of wrath and vengeance. When no one else dared to step up he stood, leaving these words to echo through history. "Those...things...They have reaped what they have sown. I will go, I will claim what is mine. Kill them? Neigh...I will massacre them, I will rip each scale from their dreadful hide, I will tear each fang out one by one until they learn of the wrath they truly brought upon themselves. I WILL LEAVE THIS CREATURES AS NOTHING MORE THAN A WHISPER IN THE PAGES OF HISTORY! With this, he gathered his things and made way for the deep ruins of Nero. Many close calls came from this travel. Smaller predators attempting to devour him but none to succeed. He was quick, careful and always weary about his surroundings. This kept him on his toes, never to trust what laid behind a bush or what slithered above. Weeks would go by and he had survived thus far of fthe land and with what little it could provide. One day, he had come across a cave, one that held the tattered remains of a beautiful emerald gown, one stained with blood and the sweet scent of his Ariel. He yelled into the mouth of the abyss, challenging whatever reared its ugly head from its darkness.
Eyes glowed... The hissing death approached... Fangs dripped wit ha viscous goo... Its new prey had arrived... It reared back, coiled and ready to strike... Eyes unwavering... Will undying... Nerves steeled as the memories of his precious Autumn gem projected across his vision... They circle each other... Only the screech of a small wyvern signaling the battle...
Noone knows what had happened that night, but many suspect that the fight lasted hours into the night. The village was beyond surprised when he had returned with not only his life, but the head of that dreadful beast. He vowed on that day that he would protect those of the lands from these scaled demons of the land, the sea and the air. Word had gone throughout the lands from Nero to the far reaches of Gaia, only to be picked up by Sureiya, the group of dragonslayers known for taking on feral dragons. They welcomed him and for some time he had walked shoulder to shoulder with them, his brothers in arms. It wasn't until rumors of a dragon as large as a lake were running through the lands of Fotia. It was "terrorizing" the nearby villages and towns above the main city. A large reward was placed on its head and many from the group attempted to take on this dragon but none returned, much like his time in Basille. Once again he rose to the challenge and made way for Fotia's largest mountain, Dragon's Peak.
Months a few weeks had pssed as he traveled to the mountain top, taking on a few small feral dragons along the way. Finally, when he reached the supposed layer of the dragon he was taken back by the beast. It spoke, quite elegantly. He was confused but nonetheless made a vow to rid the world of demons like him and so he attacked. The battle was once again long and grueling but surprisingly ended in a stalemate. Soron in the mouth of the beast and the beast, who he now considers a companion, Suleykaar, ready to end the life of Soron with one bite. Suleykaar could continue his onslaught but Soron was badly wounded and dying so Suley made a proposal, he would spare his life if Soron swore an Oath to remain with Suleykaar for the rest of his days and never to kill another dragon unless in self defense for him or another. A life for a life. Reluctantly, Soron agreed to the terms and he yielded, the first time ever in his long life. At the age of 50 he had made this truce. With it also came the end of his dragonslaying days. He never did turn in his patch to the Sureiya, holding onto it as a reminder of grand days on the field. However, he still needed to make a living, so he decided that it would be best ot put his experience into a group known as Taxis, an entity that was similar to the Sureiya in the aspect of defense against demons but different demons, demons that were everywhere, including the cities and towns. He would provide security for trade routs and caravans, nobles and the occasional commoner who could afford it.
The rest of his life is a mystery as the pages have not been written yet. Who knows what Soron's future holds. Will he live a full, happy life? Or will he die at the hands of the dragon or worse? Those that know weave the strings of fate and will tell those who know Soron when it is time to cut the strings...
Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that -Soron has a soft spot for Spirit so he has been known to speak to spirit as if he was a little child. It is adorable but is easily embarrassed by it as he is a man with a tough outer shell. -Soron keeps a journal full of pictures and memoires of his journeys, as well as old task sheets and flyers he did for work. In the front page of it reads "In Memory of Ariel, May Our Souls be Bonded in the Afterlife" and "If you find this with my body, bury me and bring this to someone who can make a book of this. Any money made from it is to go to my next of kin should I have one." -He has named his blades Ariel and Basille, after his home and his love. -He has ideas for new weaponry, one of which involves explosive magic and small, metal arrows, all confined in a metal barrel of sorts. -He loves to draw
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Age: Has lost count but believes to be around 127 (looks to be in his mid to late twenties)
Appearance: He stands around 6'2" with a very well defined physique. Underneath his armor and mask, scars are brushed across his body like a violent canvas, each one with a story to tell. His hair is long and white as so with most witchers but still has a slight highlight of black near his forehead. He has deep golden cat eyes that are steeled to age and experience. He has never removed his mask since he has put it on unless in the privacy of his own room.
Race: Witcher
School: Cat
Bio: To be explained through the RP
Personality: Sort of detached from society, he finds humans to be fascinating little creatures even though he was one himself. He prefers to remain silent and be a listener rather than a speaker as interactions with the regular crowd seem to put him off a bit as he has become somewhat apathetic towards them, seeing as they are more coin than anything else. One thing to particularly note is his like of proper nouns, preferring the pronoun game by saying "his", "her", "a man" or "a woman" when speaking about himself or anyone else. It isn't too difficult however to figure out when he is being serious as he then moves into the third person communication. Only when he is angered does he turn to first person speak though this is very hard to do. He comes off as blunt and dangerously so, to his own physical health as he does not filter what he says.
On the battlefield he is cold, cunning and analytical. Leaning towards quick and easy tactics that are precise and effortless while providing the most efficient outcome but even then he still has his faults. He prefers to work alone but has gotten use to the idea of group effort, although agitation tends to raise inside himself as stupid moves are made by others, sometimes causing him to blatantly knock them out so they can stay out of his way.
Weapons: 1x Two handed Silver/steel Damascus blade 1x Single hand Silver/steel short sword 2x Silver daggers forged with poisons running across the blade. 1x Bow made of dense rare wood and strung together with a mix of fibers and hairs to create a tough and durable bowstring. 1x quill of silver dipped arrows (roughly 25 arrows) 1x Witcher's kit
Family/relationships?: (To be discussed with others)
Age: Has lost count but believes to be around 127 (looks to be in his mid to late twenties)
Appearance: He stands around 6'2" with a very well defined physique. Underneath his armor and mask, scars are brushed across his body like a violent canvas, each one with a story to tell. His hair is long and white as so with most witchers but still has a slight highlight of black near his forehead. He has deep golden cat eyes that are steeled to age and experience. He has never removed his mask since he has put it on unless in the privacy of his own room.
Race: Witcher
School: Cat
Bio: To be explained through the RP
Personality: Sort of detached from society, he finds humans to be fascinating little creatures even though he was one himself. He prefers to remain silent and be a listener rather than a speaker as interactions with the regular crowd seem to put him off a bit as he has become somewhat apathetic towards them, seeing as they are more coin than anything else. One thing to particularly note is his like of proper nouns, preferring the pronoun game by saying "his", "her", "a man" or "a woman" when speaking about himself or anyone else. It isn't too difficult however to figure out when he is being serious as he then moves into the third person communication. Only when he is angered does he turn to first person speak though this is very hard to do. He comes off as blunt and dangerously so, to his own physical health as he does not filter what he says.
On the battlefield he is cold, cunning and analytical. Leaning towards quick and easy tactics that are precise and effortless while providing the most efficient outcome but even then he still has his faults. He prefers to work alone but has gotten use to the idea of group effort, although agitation tends to raise inside himself as stupid moves are made by others, sometimes causing him to blatantly knock them out so they can stay out of his way.
Weapons: 1x Two handed Silver/steel Damascus blade 1x Single hand Silver/steel short sword 2x Silver daggers forged with poisons running across the blade. 1x Bow made of dense rare wood and strung together with a mix of fibers and hairs to create a tough and durable bowstring. 1x quill of silver dipped arrows (roughly 25 arrows) 1x Witcher's kit
Family/relationships?: (To be discussed with others)
Ghoul Mask: Katsuo was not one for what he considered "cartoonish" masks. His mask is, by definition, one of a kind with a rather intimidating and creepy secret. Having given the maker of this mask special "cow hide" for the cover on top of the uncleansed dried blood on the surface, this metal made piece is a unique and scary addition to his appearance.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Personality: As polite and nice as he is, he keeps people at arm's length as he has a bit of a trust issue. However, once one gets close to him they learn about his true nature. He is violent, cold and none too remorseful in his actions. But besides this he is cunning and calculating. Never making the same mistake twice, or at least as much as possible. One will also learn that he does have a slightly crazy mind as he has come up with the idea that this disease has CCG involvement.
Biography: WIPGrowing up was an interesting thing for Katsuo as his parents were avid hunters. Not like those who go into the woods with a rifle to hunt deer. No, his parents were ghouls, hunting their prey amidst the concrete jungle of Tokyo, specifically, ward 3, near the boarders of ward 4 and 1. Sinister's parents were high on the CCG hit list, having each earned a rank SS due to their violent history and cocky arrogance in hunting within the 3rd ward, CCG's homefront. This earned them the moniker "The Phantoms of the Third", one that was held highly within the ghoul community. His parents began teaching him at a young age on the techniques of hunting, be quiet, be quick and be gone as soon as the kill is made. After much intensive "field training", he had earned his first kill by age eight, a low ranked CCG investigator out on patrol with a more senior investigator. His parents assumed it was for field training, much like for their own flesh and blood. The Phantoms taking down the more experienced one with little resistance. Moving away from this for a brief moment. One must not forget that he was still a citizen of Japan and as such still required to go to school, reluctantly of course. He would wonder why he would need to learn about the history of a country that considers them sub-human, borderline demonic in his opinion. His parents reminded him that as long as he remained in this world he would have to do what everyone else did; Go to school as the humans did, work as the human's did and socialize as they did. The metaphorical wolf in sheep's clothing befitting of the boy. And, as many young children in school found it hard to concentrate in school. He was distracted not due to his lack of focus to the class or subject at hand. No, he found those classes interesting, specifically history and English class. His distraction was because of his classmates. He would contemplate new tactics, better was to make him a much more efficient hunter like his parents and...going as far as how to kill his classmates. Moving back into his history...
As well as his parents being considered "The Phantoms of Ward 3" and its other variations, they worked with a group called the Naysayers, a small conglomerate of smalltime Ghouls gangs whose focus was the suppression of the CCG and its supporters. Even other ghoul groups who wished simply for neutrality were potential targets as they refused to support their cause. Its other constituents included The Six Suns, Black Lotus Syndicate, Children of Crescent Street and then his Parents as symbols for the group. Time had went on and he slowly earned his own moniker, Spectre. For a long time they were a dominant threat to the CCG and even more so to those who refused to back them. It wasn't until the Owl Suppression Operation did the tides turn. As well as taking on the One Eyed Owl, a small team of Investigators began cracking down on the Naysayers. The Six Suns had fought to the death, The Children of Crescent Street disbanded after 3 of their members were captured and two others killed and finally the Black Lotus Syndicate disappeared with him and his family.
Months had gone by when the crackdown happened and the heat with it too had subsided. However, patrols had been upped just in case of any waves caused by the operation. These extra patrols had soon managed to capture one of the Syndicate's members. Kurosuchi Masamura, "Kujo" as he was called by his parents, was captured. He was the closest person to a brother he had but was the first to cause the mistrust that he now has for people. The man pleaded with the CCG to let him and his friends go and in return give up the location of the Phantoms of the Third Ward. They agreed to these terms and followed Kujo back to the hideout where the slaughter of those inside commenced. Katsuo was lucky enough to escape but not before finding out who betrayed them. Kujo was set free but the rest of them killed like dogs, to which Kujo pleaded with them to stop as they promised to spare them. The response he was given, "The CCG does not make promises with monsters." Fast forward to the most recent events unfolding amongst the wards, he has come to the conclusion that the CCG are behind the deaths of the thousands of ghouls dying from the virus. Overall he has to now not only find Kujo and kill him for his betrayal, but the CCG members responsible as well, all the while fighting to survive this virus plaguing the wards.
Rating: A+ ?
Kagune: capable of forming on either side of his shoulders, his kagune is an interesting one as its appearance is similar to a bikake. It forms through tendril like extensions that congeal and make the large blade as seen in the picture. Besides bladed weaponry, he is capable of making claws, a mace like extremity, something he calls "a whip fist" and shielding. it is for the most part black with purple and red hues thrown about.
I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot</div>
