Guy0fV4lor

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@Duthguy@Jollan

You used Soil Manipulation!
You are attempting to use Possession on an Inanimate Object!
This method is unusual, something unpredicted may happen.
Your Earth Affinity is increasing! Soil Manipulation's effect is boosted!
Your Spiritual Awareness has boosted your understanding of what is happening!
Your Ghost Touch contributes to manipulating the physical environment around you.
Your former variance, Stone-Hardened, has caused a synergistic affect!
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YOU HAVE TRANSFORMED!
(Immature) Ectoslime > (Pseudo, Immature) Rokklit!
A much smaller, weaker form of Earth aligned elemental creature. You have attained a Pseudo-form, imitating a proper creature but lacking key characteristics or certain natural abilities and status. Rokklits are quite rare outside of areas charged with powerful Earth Mana, as they are essentially stones imbued with some form of life through concentrated forces of magic. Their bodies toughen as they mature, becoming as tough as boulders by adulthood. As a child, however, their bodies are light enough to be lifted and fragile enough to break when thrown.
Your Base HP has increased!
Your Base MP has been decreased by [Possession]! If the [Locked] MP is used up, you will no longer be able to maintain this body! Your MP has been reduced by roughly 25%.
Your Base Stamina has slightly increased!
Your Base physical strength-related stats have all returned to previous values.
Your Base physical defense-related stats have increased!
Your Base physical movement-related stats have decreased.
Skill Gain: Earth Affinity I (1.0)!
You have developed a bond with the earth. At this rank, MP/SP cost for all Earth-related skills is reduced. Earth-related skills will develop more quickly. Increase the rank of your affinity by deepening your understanding of the Earth element.

Your MP is Low!

Earth Vein: Active

System:Jason

Jason barely felt Miiba's small body bounce off his rocky form as he rose from the ground, between the further escalating situation, and the sheer disorientation from having shoved himself into a body unlike any he'd had before-- he didn't even actually notice any impact at all. Even if he didn't really know much about Rokklits, Jason found it rather odd that he could feel hunger as well as some form of fatigue despite not having any digestive or muscular system to speak of... The fuck would a Rock monster eat anyway? Other rocks? Minerals? Or perhaps it was related to mana? That would at least explain the instinctual activation of [Earth Vein] upon his completed transformation.

But he had more pressing issues to address.

As Geir hefted his axe to strike down upon the reincarnator, Jason shifted into a defensive stance; ready to attempt either avoiding or deflecting the hit. However, before Jason got the the chance-- a booming voice shattered his focus in an instant. It held such force and authority that Jason's entire posture went rigid by instinct, like a soldier ready to report to their superior. From but a single glance Jason could tell that the colossal man was no mere farmer. The sheer size of his bulk, the deep, jagged edges of his visible scars, and the veteran intuition he surveyed the scene with proved him to be a warrior of some kind... A barbarian like Geir? Perhaps some kind of knight like Zeiglar? The Rokklit wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

"Yes sir." Jason responded to the first question as he glanced briefly at Geir, hoping to see a sign of whether the young barbarian recognized the sound of his voice. The second question caused Jason to hesitate for a brief moment as a chill passed down his proverbial spine. How much did this kid fucking tell them???

Seeing no other option; and not having the convenience of not remembering like Danny, Jason responded truthfully, mentally preparing himself for shit to immediately hit the fan.

"Yes, that was indeed my summoner."

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

The New Guy

Name: Titus Ramsay
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Position within The Imperium of Man: Inquisitorial Scribe of the Ordo Malleus
Appearance: 5'10", with messy black hair, and hazel eyes. Not particularly well built, and very faintly tan skin.

His outermost layer is that of a classic inquisitorial trenchcoat, free of most inquisition iconography save for a golden Aquila adorning his right shoulder -- as he has yet to earn any beyond that. On his left forearm, is a vambrace shaped cogitator that manages the controls to his refractor field as well as his assisted targeting system, its many buttons glow a soft, dull red. Beneath the trenchcoat lies a lightweight variant of the ceremite plate used by inquisition stormtroopers; sacrificing sturdiness for mobility, as the weight of the normal armor plating would likely prove cumbersomely heavy to Titus. The dark and dulled coloration of the ceramite makes the plating almost blend into the shadows cast by the trenchcoat. On the back of his left hip is a leather fannypack, containing and concealing his personal refractor field.

Armor:

Super light ceremite armor-- a lighter variant of the ceremite armor worn by Inquisition stormtroopers (visual appearance under description).

Modified Refractor Field -- standard issue refractor field.

Weapons:

Plasma pistol-- standard issue plasma pistol

Ornate Power Rapier-- a small lightweight version of the power sword, makes a better status symbol than weapon.

Equipment:

Vambrace cogitator with holographic image display (and a flashlight).

Assisted targeting eyepiece.

Enhanced Null Collar-- A piece of archaeotech that dampens all warp related effects within the surrounding area. It never leaves Titus' side. Unlike it's more well known counterparts, this model appears to have no noticable side-effects.

Personality: Somewhat Niave, excessively curious, and generally a polite and jolly fellow. Suffers from acute hemophobia and has yet to take a life.

Character Theme:

Bad Omens

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

As Malphas accepted the bow, Donovan felt a small twinge of guilt. The lad's overwhelming confidence had retreated into a sullen pout. He hadn't meant to come off to the boy so harshly-- but this wasn't time nor place to start acting all buddy-buddy. They really needed to get out of this place before whatever was patrolling the grounds had a chance to find them. Turning to Leannah, Donovan accepted the shield and warhammer with a thankful nod, "Thanks lass."

As he strapped the shield to his arm, and stuck the warhammer through his beltloop, the catgirl took the opportunity to once again call out to the person she claimed was on the third floor. Whether the last person was just shy, or hesitant over the sudden bout of violence that had happened-- Donovan wasn't keen on waiting for a response, they didn't have that kind of time. By the time Leannah had asked once again for the large man's aid, he'd already had his middle finger and thumb in his mouth. "Alreddeh on et lass."

Though the old timer hadn't the slightest clue about how he might 'activate' his divine blessing, he definitely knew how to get someone's attention. An unfamiliar tingle ran through his hand as the countless memories of whistling to call the kids in for lunch ran through his head on instinct. Without a second thought, he blew.

A sharp, barely audible whistle cut through the silence as magical distortions took shape in the air around the trio. In an instant, a phantasmal contingent of no less than twenty humanoids manifested about the room. It took a moment of stunned silence for Donovan to realize that his little impromtu idea had actually worked. "Aright lads!" he spoke commandingly, shaking himslef from his stupor, "Here's tha plan-- we're gonna take evreh scap o' wood we can scavenge in this wreck n' make a right n' sturdeh ramp up to tha third floor... But be quiet about et!"

Without hesitation the ghastly contingent pulled hammers and prybars from thin air and went to work on their task. With a supernatural steadiness the figures began to pull apart the the various shelves and other furniture before handing the scavenged wood and nails to the group of hammer wielding apparitions. The ramp's construction was slow and methodical, placed atop a bed of old, illegible paper to muffle the noise. Paper that wasn't being used as cushioning, was being used like rags by the hammer wielders; their phantasmal hands wrapping the bundles tightly around the nails as they slowly but surely worked the metal into the wood.

Even with the help of Don's blessing, it was clear that the process was going to take some time.

Warhammer 40k: Wheels within Wheels, an Inquisitorial RP Interest Thread

I know I really shouldn't commit to anything more than I already am... But should my schedule accommodate-- I'd love to get in on this!

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Aaron Yang

Aaron Yang

Age: 19| Gender: Male| Height: 5'11"| Magic Affinity: Water | Race: Human

Physical Description

A light skinned teen of mixed race and athletic build, Aaron doesn't have any particularly notable features; what you see is what you get.

Personality

Despite his consistently neutral expression, Aaron's eyes blaze with a hollow intensity. He doesn't say much; if at all, and usually tries to keep out of the way of others. Years of depression and failure at school have broken any spirit he may have once carried with pride. Even if the confidence of his youth had been long since cowed; transforming him into an ultimately self-centered coward-- deep down, the embers of determination begin to stir once more.

Bio

Aaron was born in a small town in the American Northeast. It was a quiet town, no real notable tourist attractions, or anyy significant features other than the surrounding mountains. From a young age, Aaron was a prodigy, everything he did, he excelled at without ever putting in any effort at all. Smart, talented, and well liked, he had a bright future ahead of him. That all changed in 8th grade. For the first time in his entire life, Aaron failed a test. How did this happen? He didn't study, he didn't try hard, and he procrastinated to the last minute constantly. Not because he didn't want to succeed, he'd just never needed to learn how to succeed. Thus began the downward spiral, in a matter of weeks, Aaron was barely passing his classes, was cut from his sports teams, and had no friends to speak of. He had gone from the town's rising star, to its greatest failure.

By the time that Aaron had finally begun to turn his life back in the right direction, he had already been forever branded a disappointment. The only people that stood by him till the end were his parents, whom he dearly loved. Even if he loved his family, he knew there was nothing left for him in that town the moment he graduated that damnable school. Three days after graduating, he disappeared. His car had been packed to leave; and his keys off their hook by the door-- but the boy was nowhere to be found.

Capacity:

A

Flow:

C

Flux:

D

Magic and Abilities:

Return By Death

Character Intentions

Though he'd never admit it, Aaron wants to become somebody that would make his parents proud. He couldn't make something of himself in the old world, but maybe... Just maybe, he could actually make something for himself here.

Maybe a fresh start was just the thing he needed.

Extra:

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

@Vocab I vote in favor of the discord

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

A high pitched whine escaped Don's lips as Malphas' knee collided with his groin, only to be cut short by the following headbutt to his chin. The large man's legs gave way beneath him as he clutched his agonized nethers. Turned out that even a peak human body was still plenty vulnerable to the classic sacktap. Yet, despite how much it could've hurt-- the physical pain was significantly less than Donovan's instincts had anticipated... Seemed the goddess saw fit to gift his new body with 'balls of steel' as it were.

To say Don was appreciative of the Moon Goddess' divine foresight would be an understatement.

After several long, painful moments of writhing, Donovan rose shakily to his feet. "Sorreh bout that lad, aye reacted on instict." he began to speak hoarsely, "I understand that yer power runs off faith... But yah gotta understand boyo-- blessed er not, that kinda faith ain't easy tah give." Wiping beads of sweat from the crest of his brow, Don made a slow hobble towards the arrangement of weapons near the door as he continued speaking to Malphas. "I understood yah just fine th' first time. Just panicked when ya started to glow like a damn lighthouse. Even if I wanted tah, aye don't think aye coulda truleh believed in yer miracle." Stooping low, Donovan rifled through the available weapons, before producing a dark blue bow. "Call meh old fashioned if yah like--" he continued, turning back toward the very man that nutshot him less than a minute prior. "But as aye see et, we're still just men, Malphas. Nuthin' more. Nuthin less..." With calm strides, Donovan approached the other man, and held out the bow. "Men aren't just given faith. Can't just take it neither..."

Donovan leveled a firm gaze at Malphas.

"Yer gunna hafta earn it lad. Just like tha rest of us."

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

Donovan nodded as the catgirl introduced herself. Leannah seemed decently reliable, and the fact that she could apparently hear guardian's current whereabouts was more than likely going to prove an invaluable tool in the coming hours. Even further, there was apparently a fourth reincarnator that had just emerged from a pod on the third floor of the decrepit stone structure.

Unfortunately for them, the stairs leading to the third floor were broken.

Luckily, Donovan had just the thing to fix that, "Aye'm on et lass, just let meh know if the guardian's gettin' close... Aye don't want tah draw that thing's attention."

Wasting no time, Don immediately took inventory of the available materials. Despite how run down the building itself was, the fact that the furniture was still in such good condition was a damn miracle; he'd be able to salvage more than enough wood and nails to get the job done. Now all that remained was to figure out how the hell he activated this 'foreman' ability of his.

But then an extremely bright light drew his attention.

Donovan spun around in a panic; his eyes wide as he locked his gaze on Malphas. To say that the glowing visage of the man was anything other than astonishing would be a lie... In that singular moment, his perception of the stranger was changed entirely.

Tearing off his coat as he made a mad dash at the human lightbulb, Don hurriedly threw it over the other man in an attempt to hide the glowing aura. "ARE YEH FUCKIN' TOUCHED???" the large man angrily hissed at Malphas, holding the smaller man's shoulders in a furious vice-like grip, "YER BLESSIN' DON'T MATTER FER SHITE IF YER GLOWIN' ARSE ATTRACTS THA FUCKIN' GUARDIAN!"

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

@malmshodes do you wanna post before I do? or am I cool to go first?

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

It was cold in the void.

The kind of cold that made Donovan's old bones feel as if they were about to snap.

Yet for some reason... It felt oddly comfortable; the light ebb and flow of the fluids around him gently caressing his flesh as he floated in the limitless expanse.

But with a lurch, and sudden crash-- Don found himself ejected from the darkness, and spat out into an unfamiliar room.

Once he'd finished coughing up whatever god-forsaken shit he'd inhaled, Don noticed an immediate difference. The pain was gone. Every arthritic joint, knotted muscle, and aching bone in his elderly body had gone silent. He honestly felt like he was back in his prime again... Hell, even better than in his prime! That Goddess really weren't lyin' when she said 'peak human'. the man mused to himself as a smile stretched across his face. For the few moments he'd spent inspecting his new body, he'd failed to realize that he wasn't alone until a voice called down from the staircase on his left.

When he looked to the source, Don damn near snorted as he suppressed a laugh. A young lass with cat ears and a tail! Just like the one on the body-sized pillow of his grandson Carter. The kid was obsessed with something called 'annie-may', at first he'd thought it was a girl the boy fancied at school. Unfortunately that was far from the truth; as time, and that pillow would show otherwise.

Everyone in the family knew damn well the things the kid did to that pillow.

Before he could offer any form of reply, the other man in the room; who introduced himself as Malphas, spoke first. Even if the other two were chosen by the Moon Goddess just like he was, Don had slight misgivings about the man across from him. Between the voice and his effeminate looks, Don figured the lad three shades queer. But that wasn't what he found unsettling. Rather, it was the manner with which the stranger spoke. It was the kind of big words and flamboyance that salesmen and con artists posing as 'intellectuals' would use to sell their product to an unsuspecting consumer. Furthermore, despite claiming to have a 'powerful ability' and wanting to learn about everyone else's; Malphas had yet to share what exactly this 'powerful ability' actually was. Although Donovan didn't quite trust the man, he'd give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Everyone here was chosen for a reason, right?

"Tha name's Donovan," the large man introduced himself as it came to be his turn to speak, "Aye can build fast as twenteh men. Not much else to it."

Though it wasn't the most transparent answer, it still held fairly true.

Turning to the pile of weapons, Donovan narrowed his eyes as he looked over the available gear. "I agree with tha lass, runnin' intuh whatever's guardin' this place is a bad idea. Even if yer abiliteh can handle et, aye'd rather not take the chance. Weh should scavenge what weh can and get outta here."