GreenGoat

An Extremely Unusual Version of a Fate/Stay Night RP? [Interest-O Check-O~!]

Two more for the rp then.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Suddenly goat out of freaking nowhere!

mein CS

Biographical Section

Name: Elrbetrt Westfeld

Age: 20

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Appearance: She is of average height of 5'7", with a thin figure. Her eyes are of a silver color, complementing her shoulder length locks of pale blonde hair. Her skin are pale as well, lending her the looks of an apparition. However, most would ever see her in full armor, regardless of where she was, as it was her mother's wish she does so when outside the house. Perhaps her mother does not want her to be tanned brown by the sun.

Homeland: Kingdom of Liveria: Liveria is a single city-state with self-sustaining farmlands. They are isolationist in nature and their ruler, Crown-Prince Xavier, rejected the idea of folding into the greater Renaltan kingdom due to conflicting ideologies. Where Liveria wants to be left alone, Renalta wants to swing open its doors. This has led to some friction between the two kingdoms at points, with Liveria claiming total control over the only coastline Renalta could feasible use.
Liveria is small but determined, and their people tend to be either commoners who work for the rich, or the rich who pay tariffs and taxes to the royalty, whom in turn use said taxes and tariffs to ensure their isolationism remains intact.
Unlike Renalta’s open city architecture, Liveria as a city holds are more gothic architecture, with stone gargoyles and dark stone used in construction one could almost be forgiven for confusing the keep for a citadel of engineering genius. Almost.

History: Born of the Westfeld family, her silver eyes and blindness marked her as special within her family. Those who were born with silver eyes were regarded as a good omen and as a symbol of fortune or good luck in her family, and she was treated as such, being doted on constantly. Her parents were elated to have such a child and lavished much of their attention to her. Her brothers were mostly taken in by such frail looking younger sister, and dotes on her whenever they had the chance. As such she was taught early on how a lady should act, alongside with more academic lessons such as writing, reading, and other things such as simple maths.

However, she was born of a family of traditional knights, thus she too was taught how to ride a horse early. and some swordsmanship, though it was mostly how to hold and swing a sword properly. It was not as if the pale flower of the family would be sent to the front lines in any battle soon. Or so they thought.

There came whispers of daemons and other fel beasts gathering, and where most dismissed them as rumours, a product of mere peasants flapping their gums, the Westfelds sought truth. As a family of knights, of those who uphold honor, justice and the light, her brothers marched to battle the instant they found traces of the demons' influences. At first her brothers marched, taking with them some of the guards at the mansion, and a few militias who felt strongly about the matter. And when her youngest older brother returned gravely hurt, her father donned his armor once more, bringing with him the elite guards of the house.

And she was left alone.

It was hard, having to wait in the pristine mansion, where life continued as it had, even as her brothers and father fought in gods know where with some daemonic hellspawn of unknown description. Finally, after tending to her unconscious brother, and after consulting her aging mother, she finally decided to ride to battle herself, and help end the fight against those foul creatures. For sure, if those demons and beasts were beaten back into whence they came, her brothers and father would not need to fight, and thus return home safely and unharmed.

There was a slight problem however, for none of the armors in the armory was made to fit her, and a new one would take a while to make. Then there was an issue of outfitting herself with proper weapons, equipments, clothings, and the likes. Thus, as her faithful servants scurried to prepare for her journey, she took aside the instructor for her brothers and asked him to teach her more. And after a month of preparation and training, she was finally able to set out on her journey.

However, she was followed by her maid, who insisted she be allowed to follow her lady or be killed on the spot. While the maid sports a sword of her own, plus some armor with a tabard with the family sigil, she was mostly there to assist the lady in more common or mundane tasks. After quite a while roaming about, Elr finally heard of the Queen's Blade, and sought join it.

Motivation: The battle must end, and my family return whole. Then my life shall be as it was.

Traits & Equipment

General Traits

--Heavy Hitter: Where some would resort to flailing their arms about in an unsophisticated manner, you’ve decided that if you can hit something hard enough the first time that it stays down, that you can end fights before they can even really begin. Though, you’re still working on that “consistent” part, and not slowing down when you swing harder than usual. In the case of a ranged weapon, it means a larger calibre firearm or larger bow, translating to greater recoil and/or slower fire rate instead. (Basics of doing more damage with each swing.)

--Defender: You could take more hits to the face and become an unrecognizable, horrible mutilated piece of scar tissue on one and a half legs... Or, you’ve mused, you could probably just stop that by holding a shield and your armour correctly. This lets you absorb harder blows with your shield and armour. (Basics of wielding shields and armour (especially heavy armour) effectively.)

--Charger: Something a lot of people don’t seem to realize is that the more muscles you have, the faster you are. Sure, perhaps not dexterous, but certainly faster. While you have only begun to learn the true meaning of land speed and would still be caught and killed by a tiger, you are capable of a short distance charge that can knock opponents down and catch the unwary by surprise. (Basics of dashing quickly and charging into opponents.)

--Adrenaline (Rank 1)
-Underdog (Tier 2): Where others would collapse and die, you live on. You know that if you can live just long enough to take out your opponent, you can stop and rest, and in doing so prolong and increase your odds of survival. (If the opponent you are engaging is struck dead, and you disengage to rest, you have a greater chance of surviving lethal or severe wounds, and have a small chance of recovering from them sufficiently to be combat-ready without the assistance of a healer.)

Unique Traits

--We of the Westfeld
The Westfeld family are traditionally a family of knights with a long history, having fought in many a battle, large or small. Aside from the usual expertise of horseback combat from such a family, they are also healthier and stronger than the average commoner. Perhaps its the fine food?

--Sightless Mind (Rank 2)
Born blind, her other senses becomes her sight. Smell, hearing, the way the wind touches her skin, all of them help in some way to paint a picture of the surrounding for her. By now her senses have become sharper, being able to identify and distinguish a multitude of things, though after a certain range even her sharp senses would not be able to pick it up.

--She of the Silver Eyes
Those born with silver eyes were almost always regarded as an omen of good luck, and bringers of good fortune. While most of the story were just old wives' tales, she does have a mild resistance to evil. Though this does tend to draw evil to her sometimes.

Equipment List

Her armor consists of a steel breastplate over chainmail, gaunlets and greaves, all well made and ornately designed while still remaining functional. Her helm is a bit differently designed, having no openings for eyes, and instead having a solid faceplate to lower or raise. And a dark blue surcoat with her family crest on it.

Her large kite shield follows the same design, though it is emblazoned with a gold raven gripping a lance over a dark blue background.

Her sword is a long and thick rectangular piece of metal with both sides sharpened, something one of her ancestors decided to adopt as the family's weapon of choice after fighting a foreigner in a duel. Called a khanda, her sword had an engraving of a rune on each side of the ebony blade, the maker's mark.

A horse, clad in chainmail, burdened with bags containing her possessions and provisions, and a mount on the side to hold a lance.

Personal Section

Romance: Yes. As long as the partner is not slimy, squishy and or have more than 4 limbs.

Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: it must be, if people knows about it.

Signature: GreenGoat

After getting the okay from Brovo here is my application.

CosmoNET: Be you. Become anything!

She opened her eyes, blinking as the canopy of her bed focused into view.

How odd....

Such a dream was not like her. What was that drivel about some sort of.... game. A competition of sorts to become.... what did that man say again? Some sort of... Earth Champion. The Champion of Earth. Except everyone on earth was rotten, so a champion like that was not someone she wanted to be. Who was that person?

With trembling hands she felt around her bed, searching for her boar doll, finally feeling its thick cloth mane and pulling it to her.

With such power, what would she be able to do?

Smiling wistfully at what she thought was a simple dream, she closed her eyes again, and drifted off to sleep.

***

Breakfast was the usual affair, delicious, tasty, and full of flavor. But she wasn't much for eating, and only ate until she felt it was enough. One does not overeat if one wants to stay healthy.

And after breakfast, and when everything is cleared from her room.... She was alone again. She sat down on a chair, feeling the plump cushion sink as she sat back against it.

The new maid came in, and sat across her. There was almost literally nothing to do, so she had taken a liking to this new maid, for she was... obedient, and easy to command, worth quite a bit of fun. Perhaps that was why they kept sending her to Vilka's room.

"Shall we play?"

***

Vilka Millings had lost track of how long it had been.

It had been quite some time after that incident, at least a few months or so. How long were they going to keep her in here? It felt like she was dying slowly, suffocated by the drabness of her own room. Everything that could have linked her to the outside was taken. Her phone, her computer, her laptop. even the television. It was as if they were trying to deprive her of everything and bore her to death.

The maid, though fun, wasn't very durable, she had thought as she watched the young maid sleep on her lap. But she was the best of the whole lot of servants in this house. Her eyes were clear, and she was easy to read, plus she never seemed to have any... misconception towards her. Odd... and very rare for such a trusting being to even exist. The only one she could talk to in this nest of lies and deceit.

Just like James.

Vilka gave the maid a light slap on the cheeks, waking her with a start. She looked towards the clock ticking on Vilka's wall, realized it was getting late, and hurriedly smoothed down her clothes. With a gracious bow, she left the room, the door locking behind her. The door would be locked at all time, except when the young maid needs to either enter or exit the room, so there was no chance of Vilka to escape that way. Outside her window is a two story drop, and if she manages to get past those, she had dogs outside that haven't seen her for however long she was in here, so she was sure that their fits of euphoria upon seeing her again would set them barking, alerting the guards posted outside.

With a sigh, she collapsed on her bed, and shut the lights.

No use fretting over it now. Besides, as boring as it was in here, outside was rife with the evilness that was humans.

***

The darkness.... was strange. It was as if she was standing on darkness itself, not enveloped by it.

This was obviously another dream; each step she took made no sound, and she was afraid to look closer at what she was standing on. Vilka approached the armored figure, as it seem to wait patiently for her.

"Dost thou hath an answer?" It asked in a regal voice. It was the PhyKnight, the very same one in the dream that woke her up early in the morning.

"Yes. I lack entertainment in my waking world, it is only fair that my dreams should entertain me."

All of a sudden she felt a touch of vertigo as her vision darkened, her body felt as if it was spinning, yet her eyes told her she wasn't moving. The whole dissonance of her senses threatened to expel her dinner out in a violent surge, until she stopped moving(or stopped feeling that she was moving) and her vision brightened to a watery view of what seemed to be tempered glass.

A quick glance told her she was in a glass tube filled with liquid, and that there was someone in the room with her.

Where... where am I? Am I in a dre-

"GAARKH!"

Her body suddenly felt tight... full, and she felt herself panicking as she struggled in the tank. The liquid turned murky, the darkness appearing to seep out of her eyes, her mouth, even out her ears. The tube cracked once, before exploding in a cloud of liquid and pieces of the tube. Her mind was gone, pain seemed to fill every inch of her body, with even her mind screaming for release.

The her body, shrouded with darkness, did not make one step forwards however, as swords flew out of nowhere, slamming her against the wall, seemingly absorbing the shroud enveloping her. Within moments, she was free of the shroud, and the swords disappeared.

Vilka finally expelled her dinner violently, leaning on the wall for support.

"Who..."

She turned to see a familiar sight, the PhyKnight looking down at her, waiting for her to recover.

However, she was more interested in the black garb she was wearing at the moment, a black garb resembling that of a nun, complete with the headpiece. It was comfortable, but it also felt strangely... alive.

"What..?"

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Central Apartment Complex

Junko Heizen

---

Breathe in, and breathe out. Calm yourself and hold after exhaling. Confirm your target, and pull the trigger.

There was but a small window to shoot through, but her experience and training pulled through.

She had taken to aiming past the walls as the walls in the other rooms was blown apart. The unknown figure seemed to have blindsided the strange woman who came out of nowhere and was now attempting to choke her to death.

Not that Junko would have let him.

With an undramatic blast of her gun, the figure simply jerked, and flopped on the floor. The way to dusty death, she thought to herself.

There wasn't much time for her to think, as a shotgun roared in the corridors, followed by the angry retort of a rifle, followed by Alyss jumping off a window with her jetpack and Jenive rushing into the room looking rather flustered. A momentary flash of panic came over Junko, as she wondered how she was to ride Jenive, and did that jetpack even had enough power for two?

Unfamiliar with how one was supposed to hitch a ride with a jetpacker, she simple grabbed Jenive, making sure she had a good hold.

"I hope this works."

CosmoNET Character Sheets

Everyone is inherently evil. Why else do we struggle to do good?

[Vilka Millings | 19 | Female]

Appearance

She stands at about 5'5", with long golden hair trimmed into what they called a hime cut. Living a very sheltered life, her skin is very pale, which, with her choice of makeup and her hair, makes her look almost like one of her porcelain doll, while also being almost as talkative as the dolls.

Avatar Ability

Hers is her living clothes, resembling a nun's garbs with a shorter skirt. Essentially it acts as a sort of a full body bio suit that bolsters her normal attributes beyond normal, and due to its nature, it is capable of acting as armor by hardening in response to physical trauma. However, its also a very hungry thing, and would eat anything foreign to it as long as it deems it edible.

Secondly, it is able to shape itself and harden/soften anywhere according to the owner's wishes, though the shapings are pretty limited and more flowing shapes, other than its usual form as a garb, are beyond it for the moment.

As one could surmise, it is the embodiment of her hate, her facade, her emotions she suppressed, and wore like armor.

Personality

Hate.

She absolutely hates everyone. Those who speaks behind her back, those who think they are holier than her, and especially those who thinks her below them. However, her upbringing led her to suppress those feelings, her loneliness her expressions and her hate her desire for companionship. Though she does like one of her many maids, just one who was loyal, honest, and true.

She values those sort of people and absolutely despises the rest. Being what she was, she tries to avoid being in a group, though she will not actively move to separate herself from them, as that will only bring more attention to herself. Silence is key. If she does not like someone, or feels it was no worth it, she will not speak unless someone speaks first.

Traits
-Strengths in school
Everything academic, but she rather dislikes everything athletic as they require her to actually be sociable with people.

-Likes/Dislikes
She likes honesty, honest people, and those who can actually be themselves without putting on a facade. Being in the company of someone like that was enjoyable for her. She absolutely hates people,especially, but not limited to, people she doesn't know. However, she also does not try to antagonize people without cause, for that would be just proving she was as bad as the people she hated. Contradictory, but a true part of her being. Once one is past those, one would find out she is very interested in books, with a strange taste in music ranging from old 40's songs to Finnish folk metal.

-Other talents
Her talents are mostly of the mind, concentration, focus and the like. However, she does have a talent in fighting, mostly because her nature allows her to think, asses, and act quickly.

History

Everyone hates her.

She knows that. Only her parents ever showed some affection for her. Unfortunately, they weren't there all the time, thus for most of her life she lived alone, though surrounded by servants. Finding no friends among them, she withdrew into herself, with only a nanny to really listen to her.

When she was old enough, they tried to put her in an elementary school, thinking perhaps she would open up more when she made some friends there. She did make a friend, in form of an old crow who insisted on stealing her lunch. She met it in a secluded place behind the school, just under a big tree. She didn't really mind so much as the food in the school wasn't to her taste. Soon after she started calling it James after her grumpy old uncle that sometimes visited. It soon learned its name, flying awkwardly to land on her lap whenever she called out. It was fun to have a pet of her own, something never allowed as her mother dislikes animals in the house. One day however, her usual secluded place had an unwelcome visitor. She hid immediately, not wanting to have to talk to anyone and peered at the figure, wondering who it was. It was the local bully, someone she had taken pains to avoid fearing he would try and bully her. He had caught the old crow, which was rather old by then and not as spry as it used to be, and had started to clip its wings with a scissor. He laughed as the crow hopped about desperately cawwing in pain as it shook the stubs that was once its wings. He laughed harder he cut off its legs, watching it caw weakly as it still tried to escape the pain. Finally, he clipped off its head, and pocketted it. She stayed hidden as the bully finally left, carefully gathered up the wings and legs, and wrapped the body with them in her handkerchief. She wondered what happened to the head as she sat through class, until the teacher on duty at the moment screamed. It was impaled on a pencil, like some sort of demented eraser and left in the teacher's desk. She took the head from where it was thrown in the dustbin afterwards and buried it under the tree with the rest of its body.

People are evil,was her only thought then.

The very next day, she left him a letter, asking him to come to the tree behind the school, saying it was cool how he tortured such a small creature. The very instant he stepped into the clearing, she smashed his throat in with a gardening shear. Knowing she wouldn't stand a chance should he recover, she smashed in his throat again, his voice a mere gurgle as it tried to force through his broken windpipe. As she stood over him, watching him writhe around in the dirt trying to make threats at her, her emotions started to flow over. Fear, anger, sadness...

And hate.

She first stabbed him, repeatedly through his limbs, ignoring his weak pleas and his gurgling for mercy. Remembering how he treated James, Vilka opened the gardening shears, and started to cut off his arm, grunting slightly with exertion as the blades met bone, rewarded moments later with a snap. It sounded like a branch broken in two. The boy was silent by then, so she proceeded with cutting his other arm, and then his legs, and finally his head. With blood all over her, she grabbed the head, and went back to the classroom without anyone noticing.

She left the head on a broomstick, and left it on the teacher's desk since she couldn't stuff it in the drawer.

The act caused a huge hullabaloo, but she was soon released on reasons that the bully must have done something so bad to her that she couldn't think of anything else to do. And considering the boy's reputation, most everyone agreed that must be so. Having a great amount of money and influence also helped.

Vilka was sent to theraphy, where they tried to convince her that it was wrong to act in such a manner. She resisted at first, claiming that the bully had it coming, until she realized they would not let her off theraphy until she did what they wanted.

By now her parents were growing distant, paying attention to her less and less, especially after the incident in the elementary school. She wanted attention, she NEEDED attention and the only person to really give her the time of day was her own nanny. Vilka loved her, but she wanted her parents to love her as well.

For the next few years she tried, studying for the best grades, carefully selecting a club that doesn't require much socializing, She became the most well known student in high school, perfect scores across the board, good marks for physicals, though a very untalkative person.

It still wasn't enough.

All her achievements by then was simply waved away with "Oh, thats good."

Feeling rather hopeless, she set her sights on someone she had been ignoring for quite a while to pursue her studies. Three someones, whom she was sure was behind most of the idiotic pranks happening to her lately. Sometime's her clothes disappear whenever she was in the shower, forcing her to run back to her dorm in nothing but a towel, her desk kept being spray painted with expletives and other colorful insults, and that one time her bag was filled with cockroaches. It didn't take much to dig up evidence that those trio of idiots were behind it, she already had her suspicions, but she had simply lacked evidence.

It was easy enough to get those three idiots alone. They would usually hang out on the roof until dark, then pull out some cigarettes and talk about boys, rings and other sickly things. With the help of chloroform and some patience, she finally managed to capture all of them, and tie them up like the pigs they were, Vilka was mindful of killing them though, another trip to the therapist was the last thing she wanted. When she was done punishing them, she dragged them one by one to the school's main gate, where they would be found the next day, crucified but still alive.

The whole thing caused a huge uproar, though it was quickly covered up with the power of money, influence and a good lawyer. Her parents were absolutely livid over it, smacking her for the first time in her life. Afterwards she was not allowed to go out, being confined to her room. A wide range of emotions washed over her as she spent lonely days in her own room, hate being the most powerful of them. The only one she was sure would understand was her nanny, but she retired a long time ago.

People are evil indeed.

Miscellaneous
Deaf to All but the Song

CosmoNET: Be you. Become anything!

Well, this looks interesting. Room for one more?

An Extremely Unusual Version of a Fate/Stay Night RP? [Interest-O Check-O~!]

Oh better have a list of who you don't want summoned. Because I WILL summon Hitler if I can.

An Extremely Unusual Version of a Fate/Stay Night RP? [Interest-O Check-O~!]

Tbh even Lancer's Gae Bolge doesn't always hit the target, even if it says that the outcome is predetermined to hit. Anyways count me interested.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Should be postng soon, when I get off from work.

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED - Heroes of ORB

She took up the papers and looked through it, skimming through the usual disclaimers. A pay raise, a few perks, the usual. But signing this means she would be piloting the Gundams for real. And what was that nonsense about Strike being just an upgraded Dagger? She didn't toil on that machine(especially on those damned gyros) to just have it be classified as... adequate. Or to have it compared to a Dagger, for that matter.

"Alright, I signed it." She looked around. "Now what?"