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Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

Looks fun! I think the “failure of a human” thing is an interesting thread of commonality to pull on.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

I don't think Iwao would have met the Lostman yet, and as much as I enjoy a good fight, the ideal would be to see character arcs move forward and interact, if that makes sense. I was pretty drawn to the "character-driven" aspect.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

Okay, bit of a preview done. I think I could make this work with most prompts, and I'm willing to fine-tune further if necessary.

I coulda been a contender...

Name
Arizawa, Iwao
Facade
The first thing people notice about Iwao is his bird’s nest of dyed blonde hair, almost indulgently stereotypical of a yankii or other such delinquent— but the second is his eyes, hollow, earthy, missing a certain spark to them. He doesn’t bother with talking tough or picking fights, though his now-habitual coarse manner of speech and bold yellow hair can sometimes pick the fight for him, regardless of his intentions. In any case, one look at his dense knuckles reveals (to the observant sort) a long story of thrown fists. A bit tall and definitely wiry, his youthful looks are usually in a decidedly neutral, melancholic cast. He’s a rather reserved guy, not one to really speak unless spoken to, and rarely smiles or mentions friends. In class, he can’t seem to focus, but he routinely attends in spite of his inevitable checking out. At night, he runs, hands infallibly wrapped up as though he were still a boxer. A slave to his own habits, he listlessly drifts in and out of each day on automatic, solemnly bereft of the grand dream he once held. It's only on those nightly sprints through Tenoroshi's winding streets that he seems to recapture some semblance of vigor— pounding down the road, it's as if he's both chasing something a long way away and fleeing another nipping at his heels.

To he whose ambitions are "greatness or nothing", they must never fumble that opportunity to be great. Rarely can they ever bear to be anything else.
Core
Street gossip. Idle rumors. Urban legends. They’re interesting, they’re different, and most importantly, they have nothing to do with the hole he dug for himself. They are, without a doubt, there to be encountered. What more reason could a guy need?

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

More seriously, I kinda like the urban exploration club, vigilantes, or shiftmates ideas. As funny as a love d20 is conceptually, I'm not too sure my dude would fit into it.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

tentatively interested. got a small start for a character idea. cool with the university student age range, not sure on having met lostman.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

what to do about this...

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

From beneath the hood, his eyes continued their sweep of the path ahead.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gerard Segremors

@VitaVitaAR@Krayzikk

He had figured as much. Wasn't much else to be done until they had tangible answers from the captured assailant, save for tightening the net. His amber eyes darted across the room, searching for possible holes. He found little— The Crown Knights weren't just for show. All main exits were accounted for...

"Understood." he nodded swiftly nonetheless. He'd suss out a good place to post himself, of that much he was certain—

"Sir Nicomede," an armored hand fell upon the shoulder of the closest senior knight, even as the bulk of Gerard's body continued past him. "You're a gentler hand than I when it comes to the people here. More experienced." He spoke evenly, perfectly assured of his words. There was a certain bearing that he'd noticed the man carry, one that spoke to more than simple experience within this setting and crowd. It was much more like Sir Fleuri's... he didn't merely know how to pay service to one of them— he was comfortable amongst them.

Like they were his own.

"I'll not let a soul past me."

He was obviously an intelligent man. Probably more than Gerard himself. He'd understand what the words meant.

Managing them in this panic and coaxing out accounts was far more his speed than Gerard's. Above all else, he trusted his seniors with the delicate aspects of what was required of them. You need not a broadsword for the job of a razor. He could do it in a pinch, but there wasn't sense in wasting energy that could be used to fortify the perimeter further. Not when many present could do it better. As the venerable Sir Indrau said, they needed to stay vigilant.

The entrance to those magnificent gardens was wide and grandiose, primed to display their beauty to all who would visit.

It also made for a lot of space to take up with steel and manpower. He could tighten that up a bit.

With swift, purposeful strides, he continued his march forward.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

@Caasicam@Krayzikk@Heartfillia@PaulHaynek@Crimson Paladin@Lunarlord34@Raineh Daze

"And should such a threat arise," a voice floated in from the foliage above, heralding the descent of a particularly man-shaped clump of leaves that punctuated with a soft thump a meter or two from Jane's right. "It'll find a broadhead a most disquieting breakfast."

Tristram had, once they had well and truly passed the trailhead in earnest, taken to quickly scaling the nearby trees in search of vantage points, both to monitor their path forward for upcoming obstacles that may have been obscured by topography and an attempt to get an early bead on the exact location of their lost monastery. No such luck yet on the latter front, as the outermost trees tended to be younger— the canopy rose, inch by inch, as they further marched into the verdant depths. A few more minutes of hiking along, especially once they cut east and moved a little uphill, would likely remedy that. Even fallen into disrepair, crafted stone spires were visually distinct from forest landscape.

"Nothing jumping out at me that'll impede progress." the forest phantom reported as he strode forward, rejoining the mass of the group. "Nice day, too. A little breeze, a little birdsong, and as clear a view as I could ask for down here on the floor." He gestured broadly, sweeping an arm to catch the pillarlike pines in its wake.

The forest had it's own way of telling you when you were in danger, and none were more pointed than silence. Not quiet, but true silence: the kind that deafened you with your own heartbeat, a deathly stillness that rose from not one single move daring to be made, where the world was so taut as to snap. That was when something truly terrifying was prowling, and more than likely had its eye locked on you.

Cougars. Wolves. Bears.

Well, certain bears. Others (the bigger ones) didn't give a shit and made all the racket they liked, but the point remained— this pleasant ambiance carried more than just the purity of nature to quiet the soul.

Noise meant all clear.

As such, he was quite happy to chat freely as well. They didn't run risk of startling anything like this, either.

From beneath the hood, his eyes continued their sweep of the path ahead.

"Once we're a bit further along I think we can start cutting North. Wanna get a little more height to try and bust through the top layer." he explained, allowing a hand to drop onto the machete at his belt. "Any of you fancy yourselves artists? Before we go off-trail we should decide how we mark our path. I prefer scratching a cross into a trunk, but color's easiest to spot and follow if we end up in a rush."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Week has been busy and exhausting, but I should be past the worst of it. I'll try and post soon. for both games