Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Or maybe some sort of Qunari-man dude.

Or maybe the name of a character out of Conan the Vegetarian.

Or maybe just a top mossad agent.

Or maybe some kind of spicy soup dish.

It could be a brand of luxury cars.

Or a sci-fi space syndicate; "Pass me the hydrospanner, yeah the An-Haast one, not that crappy Kuat garbage."

Or it could be a fictional desert city

The list can go on (but has already gone on long enough methinks)

@The Fated Fallen

Perhaps it is time to explain how I actually came to this name ^^
In German, there is the verb 'hassen', which translates to 'to hate'. The third person singular in present tense of this word actually is 'hasst'. So An-Hasst could be translated to 'An-hates'. The 'An' prefix basically is there because it sounds a bit cooler, longer and, most importantly, allows to read the translation of his name really as the short sentence "An hates", interpreting his name to be just 'An'. Hatred quite often is a good approximation to his personality.

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

@Holy Soldier

I'm living in the European timezone and currently can enjoy vacation, but I still have to get some sleep at some point, and that was yesterday immediately after I posted the initial CS so that's the reason why there was no response so far. I just didn't have the opportunity not to only read what's happening, but to really rework the thing since I had to attend to some other duties today.

No ORs (Orignal, Made-up Races).

Holy Soldier

Yep. If this had been in there from the beginning it would have saved me from a lot of futile effort and you probably wouldn't still wait for an archer. The term 'alien' alone is extremely misleading and is prone to default to 'anything that is not a species originating from the same world' or the like as long as you don't define what actually is NOT alien. Sorry, but I just had to make this comment at this point :)

Anyway. Next try:

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Character Name: Kerylun
Alias: Lucy - that's short for Lucifer, because of his appearance.
Age: 36
Race: Gargoyle
Height: 9'4 ( 2,84m )
Weight: 928 lbs ( 421kg )
Hair Color: Matt white. In contrast to humans, it is not a sign for old age, but a natural phenomenon. His hairstyle is a badly organized mess: As long as it stays out of his eyesight, everything's okay for him. Helping with this is the fact that his hairs are long, easily covering his shoulders, thick and sturdy. He also has a short goatee.
Eye Color: His eyes are amber with a white clarity around it that is very susceptible to reddish traces of blood vessels appearing inside of it.
Visual Description:

image, without clothes

Written Description: The picture only represents how he would look if he would not wear anything. He usually does however. It is a simple pair of trousers and a shirt that almost doesn't cover anything of his back because of the wings. Both items are made out of thick linen and look quite cheap. No boots. He doesn't use any armor and would not be amused if someone tried to squeeze him into one, especially if its made out of inflexible metal. His skin is of a very dark grey color that competes with a slight touch of red in form of an irregular pattern across his entire body. Judging by the tightness his skin wraps around his muscle one could assume that he is seriously undernourished, but that's only mildly the case. His hands and feet are formed as an array of vicious natural weaponry. The wing surface consists of a highly flexible, surprisingly thin, leathery skin. Fully deployed they stretch out for several yards on each side to be able to actually support him. And he has a quite long and sturdy tail.
Level: 1
Class: Archer
Abilities:

• Fly - These wings aren't for pure decoration. However deciding to engange a combat flying is an ambivalent decision: On one hand you obviously don't have to worry about melee attacks, on the other hand a significant bit of precision in own attacks is lost along all chances of staying hidden. The real benefit is terrain-independent relocation. As long as a person is physically fit and not too heavy (~1/3 of his own weight), he can carry someone on his back. That someone then won't be able to do anything but look around because he would have to hold on to Kerylun. Grabbing an enemy and dump him from a proper altitude would theoretically be possible, but he could as well get his arms cut off in that attempt.
• Petrifying skin - Briefly grants Kerylun dramatically increased damage resistance, allowing him to engage in melee combat and make full use of his physical prowess.

Skills:

• Inhuman physique - While with his size he is certainly prone to suffer from accidents and embarrassing situations in unprepared households, it is obvious that there could be situations in which this is very advantageous - and be it just for a bar fight.
• Night vision - Imagine a creature of the night that doesn't have this...

Weapon: A large longbow.
Personality: He's quite intelligent, often to the surprise of the people around him. He also has a rather smooth temper as long as you meet him with respect and not the usual bullshit. In the latter case the outcome depends on where he is: In a city with its many guards he'll probably bare his teeth, hiss and hit you with deliberate blasts of bad air. In the wilderness where noone's looking... it gets dangerous. Very dangerous. He's become adept in pretending obedience while internally ripping you into pieces and hatching plans to put such plans into actions. To sum things up: it's not far away from the truth to consider him a walking social catastrophy, but only partly for reasons he can be claimed responsible for.
Quirks: He needs to eat a huge lot and is purely carnivorous, ideal conditions for very low standards when it comes to quality - his body can take it. Slain enemies are not on his list however, except if the situation's really dire. It's needless to say that people can consider him quite intimidating, resulting in a social barrier he has to get over first.
Likes: Meat, wilderness, buildings of adequate ceiling height, a good fight (with him winning, of course), flying.
Dislikes: Humanity as a whole is his social problem. It gets better with other races, depending on what they think about him, but humans... someone hit Alt+F4 for them! Or wait, that's not possible. They already run on Windows 3.1 bluescreens in their heads. He can work with them if he must, but he hates them. The reason is that a hunting party once crossed his way and what the nobles did was to quarrel about who would be allowed to claim the prize and enslave him. The winner did so with success for several years until he managed to escape by force. This is not commonly known, but he still is pretty much a savage that plays and has to play the poor man's role in human cities.
Inventory: Empty.

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

Sooo... I've tried my best to get this application finished soon, but I had to attend to some other duties as well.

Character Name: Kerylun
Alias: Lucy - that's short for Lucifer, because of his appearance.
Age: 36
Race:

Haargat

The members of his race are known to live in small groups of perhaps one or two dozen individuals. Towards other groups of their own kind, they behave neutral to openly hostile in most cases known, but in the inside, they appear to be organized comparable to a bee hive. There is a distinct role for every individual: Procreation, hunting and defense for example. Unlike bees, they don't build stationary colonies however.

They are nomads, often accused of exhausting the natural resources (that is... prey) in an area and then proceeding to the next one. This isn't entirely true however: They know when to stop in order to allow for regeneration of nature. It just isn't the level humans like because it means that hunting will get much harder. Some races, but most importantly the humans, regard them as savages and whenever something ugly happens in a village that is known to be close to the current location of a Haargat swarm, accusations aren't far away. Since their groups are only small and hold tightly together due to their internal structure, they are susceptible to organized raids that yield slaves or just kills. Officially the practice is not sanctioned, but what is official when you're far away from the capital...

An Haargat's appearance is somewhat dependent on the role he or she was born for. For example, scouts usually are of an ordinary human size and rather lithe, fast and nimble. Warriors and protectors on the other hand are huge beasts packed with muscle and natural weaponry.

Height: 9'2 ( 2,79m )
Weight: 867 lbs ( 393kg )
Hair Color: Matt white. It is the natural hair color for his race and in contrast to humans, it is not a sign for old age. They are a badly organized mess: As long as it stays out of his eyesight, everything's okay for him. Helping with this is the fact that his hair is long, thick and sturdy. He also has a short goatee.
Eye Color: What color ? His eyes are a boring, weak blue with a white clarity around it that is very susceptible to reddish traces of blood vessels appearing inside of it.
Visual Description:

image, without clothes

Written Description: The picture only represents how he would look if he would not wear anything. He usually does however. It is a simple pair of trousers and a shirt that almost doesn't cover anything of his back because of the wings. Both items are made out of thick linen and look quite cheap. No boots. He doesn't use any armor and would not be amused if someone tried to squeeze him into one, especially if its made out of inflexible metal. His skin is of a very dark grey color that competes with a slight touch of red in form of an irregular pattern across his entire body. Judging by the tightness his skin wraps around his muscle one could assume that he is seriously undernourished, but who knows his race also knows that it is not as bad as it looks. Overall, he appears very vicious - a circumstance that earned him the nickname 'the devil'.
Level: 1
Class: Archer
Abilities:

• Fly - These wings aren't for pure decoration. However deciding to engange a combat flying is an ambivalent decision: On one hand you obviously don't have to worry about melee attacks, on the other hand a significant bit of precision in own attacks is lost along all chances of staying hidden. The real benefit is terrain-independent relocation that does not need to be restricted to himself: As long as a person is physically fit and not too heavy (~1/3 of his own weight), he can carry someone on his back. That someone then usually won't be able to do anything but look around because... No hands firmly holding to Kerylun... erm... well... It won't take long for learning that he isn't fast enough to intercept a free falling object. Grabbing an enemy and dump him from a proper altitude would theoretically be possible, but he could as well get his arms cut off in that attempt.
• Poison - Haargat saliva contains an effective neurotoxin that is a good reason to lick your arrows before using them (or someone else's daggers). Dosis can be adjusted from minor illness to certain death with symptoms stacking on top of each other in quick succession.

Skills:

• Beast strength - While with his size he is certainly prone to suffer from accidents and embarrassing situations in unprepared households, there could be situations where his physique comes in real handy. Outside of combat it luckily doesn't matter if you're unable to wear real armor.
• Hunting - Not exactly the metier he was born for, but since the remainder of his group had been slain when he was caught and pressed into slavery for several years, he had ample time to learn what it means to have to sustain oneself without money. Hmmm... I'm more poisonous than this flea-infested sewer rat! I can eat that... and for the rest of the party... erm... I have a special recipe that can make things like this an unnoticeable ingredient in just about everyone's meal!

Weapon: A large longbow.
Personality: He's quite intelligent, often to the surprise of the people around him. He also has a rather smooth temper as long as you meet him with respect and not the usual bullshit. In the latter case the outcome depends on where he is: In a city with its many guards he'll probably bare his teeth, hiss and hit you with deliberate blasts of bad air. In the wilderness where noone's looking... it gets dangerous. Very dangerous. He's become adept in pretending obedience while internally ripping you into pieces and hatching plans to put such plans into actions. He had to do this for several years in his past.
Quirks: He smells. Not really bad with the exception of his throat, but he has the unique odour of his race in his immediate vicinity. Also many people could consider him quite intimidating or even have prejudices, both things that are not that good for social interaction. He needs to eat a lot and is purely carnivorous, ideal conditions for very low standards when it comes to quality - his body can take it. Slain enemies are not on his list however - it would just be too much of a boost all those prejudices about him and his kind.
Likes: Meat, wilderness, buildings of adequate ceiling height, a good fight (with him winning, of course).
Dislikes: Humanity as a whole is his social problem. It gets better with other races, depending on what they think about him, but humans... someone hit Alt+F4 for them! Or wait, that's not possible. They already run on Windows 3.1 bluescreens in their heads. He can work with them if he must, but he hates them.
Inventory: Empty.

Dungeon Fantasy [Interest Check]

I had my character concept halfway going, now I'm confused. Are other characters now effectively doubling as an archer already or not ?

Phantasm

No ? Well... a simple and short answer was an answer as well. It just wasn't necessarily a satisfying one. Yet Gregor was far away from considering the other man's behaviour as rude. Who knew what was going on inside of him ? Perhaps something bad had happened, or he was just dead tired, or maybe even depressed.

The 'Cheers' was silently answered with a little smile on Greg's face before he turned around. The large man tried to peek into the kitchen when there was the window of opportunity as the waitress passed through its doors. Partly it was because of interest, partly because he wanted to know if there was progress on his drink to discover...

'...because I'm a bad singer.' The really rather depressed sounding comment made Greg turn around again, this time a bit more slowly, but also considerably more decisively as he now actually moved his stool towards the black haired man until the desk he was sitting at was in range of his arms. A welcome rest for them. "Hey, perhaps I didn't pay that much attention to the band, but I would notice if someone intended to rip apart my ears. You didn't sing bad."

Gregor didn't really know what he had to expect now, but he wasn't the one to give up that easily if there was a lost soul that seemed to require a bit of a cheering up.

Fear No Evil (High Casual-Low Advanced)

@FallenTrinity I didn't even notice the start post is up lol. I thought you were still busy writing it. Your double post in the OOC on the same day masked it on my subscription list and I didn't get mentioned anywhere. Editing mentions into posts doesn't trigger the alert anyway.

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

@Aspen Wren@KuramaaaZ Done, go ahead :D
I hope the assumption of the explosion happening next to a tree was a correct one. You've described Vlad as leaning against a tree I think.

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

Asmund Gjanarsson

@Aspen Wren@KuramaaaZ

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Warming up... The gifted really would have liked to just skip this step and start making real progress or real failure immediately. Asmund wasn't someone who didn't know about the need for warming up in sports, not doing so could easily result in unnecessary pain. He wasn't the one to get his nerves and nothing against Niall, but the other student also would be an additional witness to what could come and the gifted didn't know if Niall would be the type that would keep everything a secret or if the man would tell it everyone who wanted to know - likely after a bit of advertisement. The logical part of his mind had taken this possibility into its considerations and subsequently born the desire to discover the truth behind his current riding abilities as quickly as possible. After all, Asmund wanted to start enjoying this beautiful morning. So far, a certain witch had successfully prevented this.

"Alright..." He saw Niall's mare bucking for a reason he was unable to determine and got quickly convinced that it never really existed. "Much more animated ?" he asked, an audible amount of wonder in his voice. This horse would be an attempt on his life if he had to ride it! And if there would ever be a minor intentional 'glitch' in his arm that would cause his fist to slam into someone else's face, he had to excuse with the words 'My nervous system is exceptionally animated this day...' or the like. If Mrs. Fairfield was good at extenuations, he could be as well!

After a noticeable delay, the gifted actually managed to command the draft horse beneath him to trot. His eyes were locked onto Niall and his doing for at least half of the time, but just seeing it wasn't really enough information. How much force to use on the reigns and all those subtle signals transmitted via body contact, that was something he would have to derust himself. However the last time he had been riding a horse his properties as a gifted had not yet manifested themselves. It made the task way more difficult than just remembering.

It was when Asmund seemed to finally settle in rather well with the current exercise when there was an external disturbance. An all too familiar disturbance... It really didn't need that much mental effort to raise suspicion towards a certain student that he had thought still to be confined in Laurel's quarters. What made things worse was that the exploding sphere of fire had seemed to emanate from a tree. A tree! If Laurel would see this...

"Vlad! What the hell are you doing ?" He used the witch's name in the firm belief that it was really him. Asmund's voice was loud enough that he would be able to hear it.

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

SOMEONE SHOULD POOOOOOOST. AAAAAAAAAAAH

@KuramaaaZ

I'll do within the next 24 hours.

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

@KuramaaaZ I just saw you typing this and I knew that you were typing something here the moment the amount of reflected light on your face suddenly dramatically reduced. The background color here is very dark :O