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Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Name: Holly Springer
Age: 25
Appearance: A woman of middling height, light brown skin and dark brown, almond shaped eyes. Her otherwise wavy hair is kept shaved basically down to the skin(if she kept it long, her superiors made her put it in a bun).
Personality: Impetuous, quick to make friends, just as quick to make enemies.
Bio: A swoop racer from the undercity of Taris. Arrested as a teenager and given the choice of prison or conscription, she allowed herself to be consigned to the Imperial Storm Trooper Corps.
Skills: Capable pilot, generally unflappable.
Other: Was disqualified as a Tie pilot because she would play chicken in training simulations. The AI pilots in the simulation didn't know how to handle it and would crash right into her, lowering her score below an acceptable threshold, despite excellence in other areas.

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Is this accepting of new characters, or is it too late?

So.. anyone think a scifi fantasy role play sounds cool?... just me?

This is the sort of thing I'm into, do we have any kind of world or plot in mind yet?

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Is there a free spot in this now? @JBRam2002

Numenera: Stars of Glass

The light's in Monarch's eyes and mouth flashed rapidly. At first it might seem like her command had an effect, but only because the white coat didn't know them well enough to know that this was their version of laughing. "I am sorry, Madam. You are not the first to try that, and you probably won't be the last. There's nothing there to recover, I have tried myself. If you would like to ask me other personal questions, I only ask that you introduce yourself first."

Numenera: Stars of Glass

Play by post being weird the way it is, I left in a place where Elijah could be speaking. I can edit the post if necessary, but I figured that given the chance he would probably talk about his god.

Numenera: Stars of Glass

"I have not," Monarch answered the battle-priest, their voice conveying polite curiosity. They made silent note of the man's immediate assumption of their masculinity. It was a source of interest, bordering on amusement, to see how various people reacted to them. The spider-woman had an almost opposite reaction; rather than ignoring Monarch's mechanical nature, or assuming they could be treated as any other, she found it fascinating, and wanted to know more about it. Mon had seen both reactions in their time, and many in between. Though they had a basic set of emotions, the concept of offense did not translate very well to them, and neither immediate attention, nor ignorance to their unique state of being had any adverse effect. It was just something they noticed.

Monarch allowed themself to be led into the shop, and listened with some interest as the man told of his god. They paused briefly as they reached the proprietor's desk, where she readied herself to observe what they had.

"I am called Monarch-12," they indicated a marking above their right eye in a now-dead language. "It is a pleasure."

Kingdom Hearts: Bonds - A non-canon Keyblade War Era Kingdom Hearts Roleplay

@Lucent Design

Would we get more points as the game goes on? So as we get more experienced, our stats could match those of others.

So what is the difference between Attack and Keyblade Proficiency? Both seem to refer to physical attacking(though keyblade proficiency being narrower, I suppose) so wouldn't one or the other be redundant?

Do we choose what worlds our characters come from? Are there limits to this?

Is Star Wars and Marvel included in our Disney for this game?

Can we start filling out a CS here, or should we wait for the real thread?

Sorry for all the questions.

Kingdom Hearts: Bonds - A non-canon Keyblade War Era Kingdom Hearts Roleplay

I’m interested. And I like that there’s a combat stat system.

Can you expound on how that would work here?

Avatar: The Legend of Rosai

Zhay could not believe he was riding a flaming train to Ba Sing Se. He was still heated at his manager, but there wasn't much he could do now. He was coming form a rally race in the Si-Wong Desert, and would have gladly driven his truck up to get up to his next gig. But Yoru thought he had partied too hard the night before, and had slept too long this morning. And so he had been left behind with train fair and a note.

Well, maybe it was nice to nap on the train for the first leg of the journey, but now that he was awake it was hard to stop being aware of the press of people around him. The Foggy Swamp water bender that could be smelled three rows away. The Air Nomad who was playing a flute somewhere out of sight. The sandbender girl in the seat across from him; the older man having a quiet, but apparently in depth conversation with her. The firebender next to him who was just a little too warm to be comfortable, and who kept trying to talk to him, apparently recognizing his Fire Nation descent and believing them to be countrymen.

"Look, lady," he said to her eventually, "I'm an airbender from Republic City. I've never been to Ember Island and I don't like spicy food. I don't think we have the common ground you're expecting."

She narrowed her eyes at him, and said flatly, "You're not an Air Nomad."

"Not what I claimed to be," he waved his hand, in front of him, producing a gust of wind that blew her hair back. Some people seemed annoyed at the disturbance, but Zhay ignored the grumbling and it died down after a moment. The woman stopped bothering him after that, and went back to reading her book.

Zhay wished he had his cartridge player to listen to some music.