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Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Alistair Archibald

Alistair Archibald

23 | Male | 165lbs | 5'11
Water/Wind_Huma/Fura | Non Native | Human

Description
An arrogant man hailing from a different world who sports an abundance of talent, pride, and desire.

Appearance Description

Were you to remove his clothing, you would find a man of an average height whose fit physique betrays his expeditions into rough territory, something that contrasts heavily with his wealthy background. However, this is one of the very few physical traits he has that would separate him from a typical member of his class, other than his ability to give quite the intimidating glare when angered. Alistair has a fair skin tone and is considered by most to be extremely attractive. Back before he was taken from his original world, he'd always wear attire fitting a man with an abundance of wealth, but now that has changed.

Personality
As a man who was blessed twice in his original world with a wealthy upbringing and an abundance of talent, Alistair is quite arrogant, believing himself to be of a better quality than the beings unfortunate enough to have no been born him. He never speaks in ifs and maybes, always expecting things to go exactly how he desires and should they not, well it's someone else's fault and it displeases him quite a bit. However, this arrogance is about the only trait he shares with a stereotypical "noble".

Unlike what some might expect, he has not the slightest interest in where or how someone was born, only what they've achieved. He highly values a hardworking, talented person over a wealthy, lazy man. An underdog would evoke respect from the man while a coward would earn his ire. He loathes the fact that a lot of the people he's been forced to interact with growing up were people riding on their heritage rather than their own merit, and is rather determined to ensure that he's never seen as such a person by those who get to know him.

Another thing of note is his preference for freedom of choice. Unsurprisingly, he has no desire to be locked up, but he hates nothing more than to be restricted in his choices and naturally does not find himself especially fond of people who enforce laws, such as the police. His motto is to live life how he sees fit, taking what he desires and who he desires. That is not to say he's a criminal who goes around stealing and raping, only that he'll definitely make his interest in the who or what known and do his damndest to acquire it in a way that won't get him busted. He has a very casual approach to relationships with woman, and often doesn't stick around with people long enough to form any true bonds.

Bio
What is it that separates a child born to wealth from an average, middle-class citizen? In Alistair's case, there were many things. Things like what kind of toys he got. Things like what kind of field trips he was allowed to take. Things like the abundance of opportunities he was given. Things like the friends he wasn't allowed to make. Things like the freedom he was never granted.

Sure, Alistair Archibald grew up getting everything he'd ever wanted whenever he asked for it. Better yet, he was exceptional in everything he ever did. Studies, sports, socializing. These all came natural to him. And as a young kid, he did not mind it as much. So what if he was told he was not allowed to play with the poor kid because there was not 'benefit' to him. So what if he just had to earn the top scores in his class or he'd be punished. He still got the coolest toys, he still was treated like a prince. And this would be fine for a while.

Until he started wanting these things he couldn't have.

Alistair Archibald began to grow into a teen and began realizing that he was nothing more than a prisoner to some sick game his parents were playing. That his parents had been a part of when they were children. Acting all prim and proper, throwing you family name around, restricting yourself to an elitist mindset... maybe other people enjoyed this, but Alistair did not. His few interactions with the 'commoners' as his parents would refer to them were far more interesting than anything his parents, his tutors, or his 'equals' ever spoke about. He'd much rather hear about taxidermy than horseriding and he wanted to join other people as they investigated the rumored 'ghost house'. But he was not allowed to. And there simply wasn't anything he could really do about it. Until he legally became an adult, that is.

At that point, he gave into his desires, much to his parent's chagrin. He'd pretty much leave the house without a word and go out in the world, later being found in various predicaments. Having little tolerance to alcohol and being quite the hedonist, there was more than a single occasion where he found himself being chased by an angry boyfriend or father and left a girl crying. He was beaten up by others, beat up others, been robbed. What more is there to say? Other than the fact that he'd been taken from his own world and thrust into another one, but isn't that story just beginning?

Magics
84, Gate-based

Abstract Magics

None as of now.

Extra

Character Theme - A Man With Great Desire

Alternate Character Theme - It Makes More Sense If You Know What The Lyrics Are

Generic Battle Theme - Hushing Reart

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

@Warpcircuit interested

@liferusher

:3

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Alistair Archibald

Alistair Archibald

23 | Male | 165lbs | 5'11
Water/Wind_Huma/Fura | Non Native | Human

Description
An arrogant man hailing from a different world who sports an abundance of talent, pride, and desire.

Appearance Description

Were you to remove his clothing, you would find a man of an average height whose fit physique betrays his expeditions into rough territory, something that contrasts heavily with his wealthy background. However, this is one of the very few physical traits he has that would separate him from a typical member of his class, other than his ability to give quite the intimidating glare when angered. Alistair has a fair skin tone and is considered by most to be extremely attractive. Back before he was taken from his original world, he'd always wear attire fitting a man with an abundance of wealth, but now that has changed.

Personality
As a man who was blessed twice in his original world with a wealthy upbringing and an abundance of talent, Alistair is quite arrogant, believing himself to be of a better quality than the beings unfortunate enough to have no been born him. He never speaks in ifs and maybes, always expecting things to go exactly how he desires and should they not, well it's someone else's fault and it displeases him quite a bit. However, this arrogance is about the only trait he shares with a stereotypical "noble".

Unlike what some might expect, he has not the slightest interest in where or how someone was born, only what they've achieved. He highly values a hardworking, talented person over a wealthy, lazy man. An underdog would evoke respect from the man while a coward would earn his ire. He loathes the fact that a lot of the people he's been forced to interact with growing up were people riding on their heritage rather than their own merit, and is rather determined to ensure that he's never seen as such a person by those who get to know him.

Another thing of note is his preference for freedom of choice. Unsurprisingly, he has no desire to be locked up, but he hates nothing more than to be restricted in his choices and naturally does not find himself especially fond of people who enforce laws, such as the police. His motto is to live life how he sees fit, taking what he desires and who he desires. That is not to say he's a criminal who goes around stealing and raping, only that he'll definitely make his interest in the who or what known and do his damndest to acquire it in a way that won't get him busted. He has a very casual approach to relationships with woman, and often doesn't stick around with people long enough to form any true bonds.

Bio
What is it that separates a child born to wealth from an average, middle-class citizen? In Alistair's case, there were many things. Things like what kind of toys he got. Things like what kind of field trips he was allowed to take. Things like the abundance of opportunities he was given. Things like the friends he wasn't allowed to make. Things like the freedom he was never granted.

Sure, Alistair Archibald grew up getting everything he'd ever wanted whenever he asked for it. Better yet, he was exceptional in everything he ever did. Studies, sports, socializing. These all came natural to him. And as a young kid, he did not mind it as much. So what if he was told he was not allowed to play with the poor kid because there was not 'benefit' to him. So what if he just had to earn the top scores in his class or he'd be punished. He still got the coolest toys, he still was treated like a prince. And this would be fine for a while.

Until he started wanting these things he couldn't have.

Alistair Archibald began to grow into a teen and began realizing that he was nothing more than a prisoner to some sick game his parents were playing. That his parents had been a part of when they were children. Acting all prim and proper, throwing you family name around, restricting yourself to an elitist mindset... maybe other people enjoyed this, but Alistair did not. His few interactions with the 'commoners' as his parents would refer to them were far more interesting than anything his parents, his tutors, or his 'equals' ever spoke about. He'd much rather hear about taxidermy than horseriding and he wanted to join other people as they investigated the rumored 'ghost house'. But he was not allowed to. And there simply wasn't anything he could really do about it. Until he legally became an adult, that is.

At that point, he gave into his desires, much to his parent's chagrin. He'd pretty much leave the house without a word and go out in the world, later being found in various predicaments. Having little tolerance to alcohol and being quite the hedonist, there was more than a single occasion where he found himself being chased by an angry boyfriend or father and left a girl crying. He was beaten up by others, beat up others, been robbed. What more is there to say? Other than the fact that he'd been taken from his own world and thrust into another one, but isn't that story just beginning?

Magics
84, Gate-based

Abstract Magics

None as of now.

Extra

Character Theme - A Man With Great Desire

Alternate Character Theme - It Makes More Sense If You Know What The Lyrics Are

Generic Battle Theme - Hushing Reart

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

Alistair Archibald

Alistair Archibald

23 | Male | 165lbs | 5'11
Water/Wind_Huma/Fura | Non Native | Human

Description
An arrogant man hailing from a different world who sports an abundance of talent, pride, and desire.

Appearance Description

Were you to remove his clothing, you would find a man of an average height whose fit physique betrays his expeditions into rough territory, something that contrasts heavily with his wealthy background. However, this is one of the very few physical traits he has that would separate him from a typical member of his class, other than his ability to give quite the intimidating glare when angered. Alistair has a fair skin tone and is considered by most to be extremely attractive. Back before he was taken from his original world, he'd always wear attire fitting a man with an abundance of wealth, but now that has changed.

Personality
As a man who was blessed twice in his original world with a wealthy upbringing and an abundance of talent, Alistair is quite arrogant, believing himself to be of a better quality than the beings unfortunate enough to have no been born him. He never speaks in ifs and maybes, always expecting things to go exactly how he desires and should they not, well it's someone else's fault and it displeases him quite a bit. However, this arrogance is about the only trait he shares with a stereotypical "noble".

Unlike what some might expect, he has not the slightest interest in where or how someone was born, only what they've achieved. He highly values a hardworking, talented person over a wealthy, lazy man. An underdog would evoke respect from the man while a coward would earn his ire. He loathes the fact that a lot of the people he's been forced to interact with growing up were people riding on their heritage rather than their own merit, and is rather determined to ensure that he's never seen as such a person by those who get to know him.

Another thing of note is his preference for freedom of choice. Unsurprisingly, he has no desire to be locked up, but he hates nothing more than to be restricted in his choices and naturally does not find himself especially fond of people who enforce laws, such as the police. His motto is to live life how he sees fit, taking what he desires and who he desires. That is not to say he's a criminal who goes around stealing and raping, only that he'll definitely make his interest in the who or what known and do his damndest to acquire it in a way that won't get him busted. He has a very casual approach to relationships with woman, and often doesn't stick around with people long enough to form any true bonds.

Bio
What is it that separates a child born to wealth from an average, middle-class citizen? In Alistair's case, there were many things. Things like what kind of toys he got. Things like what kind of field trips he was allowed to take. Things like the abundance of opportunities he was given. Things like the friends he wasn't allowed to make. Things like the freedom he was never granted.

Sure, Alistair Archibald grew up getting everything he'd ever wanted whenever he asked for it. Better yet, he was exceptional in everything he ever did. Studies, sports, socializing. These all came natural to him. And as a young kid, he did not mind it as much. So what if he was told he was not allowed to play with the poor kid because there was not 'benefit' to him. So what if he just had to earn the top scores in his class or he'd be punished. He still got the coolest toys, he still was treated like a prince. And this would be fine for a while.

Until he started wanting these things he couldn't have.

Alistair Archibald began to grow into a teen and began realizing that he was nothing more than a prisoner to some sick game his parents were playing. That his parents had been a part of when they were children. Acting all prim and proper, throwing you family name around, restricting yourself to an elitist mindset... maybe other people enjoyed this, but Alistair did not. His few interactions with the 'commoners' as his parents would refer to them were far more interesting than anything his parents, his tutors, or his 'equals' ever spoke about. He'd much rather hear about taxidermy than horseriding and he wanted to join other people as they investigated the rumored 'ghost house'. But he was not allowed to. And there simply wasn't anything he could really do about it. Until he legally became an adult, that is.

At that point, he gave into his desires, much to his parent's chagrin. He'd pretty much leave the house without a word and go out in the world, later being found in various predicaments. Having little tolerance to alcohol and being quite the hedonist, there was more than a single occasion where he found himself being chased by an angry boyfriend or father and left a girl crying. He was beaten up by others, beat up others, been robbed. What more is there to say? Other than the fact that he'd been taken from his own world and thrust into another one, but isn't that story just beginning?

Magics
100 as far as intended natural talent goes but I assume that he's supposed to be new to the world and thusly is technically 0? Gate-based

Abstract Magics

WIP

Extra

Character Theme - A Man With Great Desire

Alternate Character Theme - It Makes More Sense If You Know What The Lyrics Are

Generic Battle Theme - Hushing Reart

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

No third options. Take your pick. :P

@Althiel

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

Nero is naturally lewd, it's more acceptable than a Nero whose smile wasn't protected.

A few months ago my thing was switching my avatar each month from cropped Lasterk porn anyways, so you don't get banned if you only have the face.

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

You seem like a man of culture, and I certainly like Re:Zero, so I'll go ahead and make my interest known here. I'll have an OC up as soon as I am able.

Edit: I'd also like to request that Althiel be banned for the RP for having a sad Nero as their avatar. This makes me sad. ;c

Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Shade

"Friendly Predator Missle, inbound!"

Shade had been right behind Scout and Ananya as they approached the scene. A battle was taking place and things were starting to get CUHRAYZEE chaotic, but at that moment Sil was focused on locating her VIP. Thankfully, this did not take long at all, as Sue seemed to be quite proactive during this fight. Wasting no time, the assassin/idol pulled ahead of the two she'd arrived with and was going to attempt to assist the ex-familiar when suddenly everything had gone silent.

Sue herself was the cause of this sudden silence, but more importantly, Shade was able to see that there was more to this than a loss of hearing. No, she and everybody and everything caught in this spell were about to be forcibly relocated someplace else. For Sil, there wasn't much hesitation because she was obligated to protect the girl. Though that's not to say she didn't have second thoughts as soon as she found herself freefalling, along with everybody else.

Things... aren't as simple as they used to be...

Stepping foot into this realm was perhaps one of the more stress-inducing things she'd ever done. Many people could go their whole lives without disguising themself as a cute idol who punches monsters. Even more probably don't need to hold back a black-coin-induced alter ego who has a very suggestive liking to blood and violence. And really, how many people are going to actually get the chance to play the Bayonetta tutorial level in real life? All of these things are stressors like seriously being an idol is tought work, and they've all happened in succession to the innocent DMG. Perhaps Sil'd ask for some time off so that she could maybe rethink her approach to paying off this damned debt she owed. There was no point if she wound up dying from a heart attack induced by stress.

If that could ever happen to a magical girl like her? Who knew.

For now, however, she and everybody attempting to beat Justine would probably benefit more from her figuring out how not to die during all of this. Short-term goals are important too, after all. Thinking quickly, she felt that it would perhaps be best to place the part of the room that had followed them in Stasis. Landing in the water below would put them into a very disadvantageous position, and generally people enjoyed having a floor to stand on. All she had to do was reach out and touch it, but her efforts were delayed by the sudden attack by Justine. Being airborn, evading the attack was going to prove quite difficult, but through precise and skillful stasis on her blade, she could manipulate herself out of the way and hopefully not be hit.

Well, that was what was supposed to happen.

"Wait, what is she-? Oh SHIT!!!"

Sil suddeny felt something grab her person, stopping her attempt. Thankfully it was Scout and not one of the people attempting to kill her, but it still wasn't something she consented to, even if it did pull her out of the way of the attack. "...Ah, s-stop...!" it would be impractical to explain what she was trying to do while they were all falling, but Shade really needed her to let go. She could appreciate the save, but it was actually counterproductive right now. "Let me go...!"

"That's it, I'm beating a bitch with another bitch!"

Silhouette was experienced enough with danger than in dire times her body would unconsciously react and warn her of impeding danger. She'd get goosebumps and her heart would begin to pump quickly, she'd enter a heightened awareness. Her instinct had saved her life countless times in the past, and was a valuable tool in preventing bad things from happening to her. And while this was useful, the problem was that this very same instinct was kicking in right now. Needless to say, Sil had a very bad feeling about this. Yet there was nothing she could do but be made into a human missle of sorts. When she was launched, there were many things running through her head. A lot of them were unpleasant, negative thoughts about the girl who'd thrown her, but shortly after takeoff she'd resigned herself to her fate and decided to play a convincing missle and readied ChronoRend to attempt to land an empowered attack on Justine.

Why me?

Lunacy of Love: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

It ain't luck, it's destiny.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

George Henry

---

If there was one thing his ma and pa had taught this young gentleman, it was that hard work and courteousness were important, desirable traits that all individuals should own. As an actual person, George Henry was not what you would call a paragon of these attributes. He was sometimes prone to being led around like a bull, letting irritation and disrespect to him or his family get the better of him. Sometimes he'd get on a high horse and it'd take reality's heavy fist to knock him off before he'd realize his wrongdoings. But for better or worse, Henry did truly desire to act as his parents wished. He owed it to them for raising and supporting him through childhood and allowing him the opportunity to pursue his interests.

A truth to these killing games is that they're prone to causing change in the survivors, for better or for worse.

For George Henry, who was known publicly for being quite the kind individual, this change was rather unfortunate. Having suffered, like all, through the constant fear of death, the sorrow of losing a friend, and the anger of being betrayed, Henry was unable to remain as he once was. The truly sad thing is that it perhaps changed him for the worse. One might say that he simply matured to view the world how it should be seen, but innoncence can never be regained and a loss you can't recover from is always significant. By the time he'd been put on the elevator and taken elsewhere, very few traces of the old Henry remained buried behind the accent. Merely a cold, paranoid shadow of his old self.

...

...

...

Henry had been leaning against the back wall of the elevator as it climbed (or descended) to its new destination, waiting patiently for it to stop. He recalled his first elevator trip. He wasn't alone on that one, and had even made friends with the people he arrived with. He remembered being reassured that there were people he could depend on and, of course, he recalled being devestated as those very same people either died or betrayed him, or both. Henry was glad this trip was spent in solitude as he no longer had the luxury of feeling safe in an isolated, confined space with another human being. Sadly, all good things must come to an end. The elevator reached its destination, and the doors had opened.

George wasn't exactly wearing a friendly expression when he exited the elevator and then spoke in a loud voice. "Well, I'll be damned!" he exclaimed, an almost arrogant smirk on his face. "Ain't you guys quite the posse! Though I reckon bandits would only give a hearty chuckle were you to ride up. Ya'll'd've got to be the scrawniest bunch I ever did lay my eyes on." he commented, ignoring the fact that I FORGOT TO EDIT HIS DAMNED APPEARANCE HE'S SUPPOSED TO AT LEAST HAVE ARMS THAT AREN'T STICKS REEEEEEEEE.

"I don't suppose there's a place to wet my whistle 'round here is there? I swear, if there's one thing this hospital is lacking..." he started to trail off but caught himself. "Oh, anywho, I'm George Henry. Ya'll can call me George or Henry, ain't matter much to me. S'pose I should tell ya'll in the hopes that it ain't my carcass ya'll discover next."