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The Vanguard

here is my character for the are pee

NANO

"You´re on fire. That´s not good. You should stop."

Name -
Prototype N3984

Alias -
Nano

Approximate mental age -
Nine years old

True age -
Five years old

Race -
Android

Homeplanet -
Earth

Skills/Powers -
Nano´s main power is her ability to store electrical energy inside of her body´s internal batteries for several uses. While this technically requires a fancy charge pad with a scary price tag, Nano has discovered that shoving a wet key into a power socket more or less achieves the same effect. The energy stored inside of her body can be expended into either propelling around the sky or willing a blade to form out of energy. Its strength varies on how much effort she puts into manifesting it, and it can also be shot out as a last resort. With enough practice, she may one day be able to summon multiple blades at once.

Her propulsion abilities are less like actual flight, and more like bursts of energy that fling her all over the place. Despite her frail appearance both these and other physical dangers are well resisted by whatever the hell was put into her skin and chassis. She's the type of fighter to engage in close quarters brawls with no regard for the environment around her, aware that she can take quite a beating. It's the more magical pathogens that she struggles going up against, usually.

Equipment -
Out of battle she uses a one of a kind charge pad to replenish her energy reserves. In battle, the only piece of equipment that she actually brings is a single dirty fork. She will occasionally ignore the many warnings from bystanders and stab it into power lines, sockets and the like for a quick kick of energy during a pinch. She also really likes pudding, so she sees it as a tactical thing to have around.

Affiliation -
Former member of the Kiseki Foundation, now on the loose.

Alignment -
Chaotic good

Bio -
Nano's existence is what many would call a miracle. Born from the blood, sweat and tears of renown billionaire Satoshi Sakuraba she has been engineered to be one of the world's first artificially made superhumans. The purpose behind her creation was to fight fire with fire in conflicts against supers, and have a weapon that could engage in even-sided fights and eliminate them. This multi-million dollar project by the Kiseki Foundation was going along well until another prototype managed to successfully destroy their containment facility out of revenge against their creators.

In the past, artificial intelligence has been developed to act and appear human through loading nonstop barrages of raw information onto their database. Nano was created with alternative methods in order to achieve a greater proximity to human behavior and thus develop empathy and morals at a better rate than her predecessors. Because of this her education has taken years and strongly resembles the kind given to ordinary children, with less of a focus on things like math and history and more on learning that impaling people is bad. This has worked to an extent.

Nano has definitely memorized the basics of human morality down, but she's also completely at a loss as to how to interpret both it and the world around her. She's a curious girl with no common sense, critical thinking and social skills who has now been thrust into the real world with no warning. She marches to the beat of her own drum and often gets herself into ridiculously dangerous and deadly situations without even realizing it.

The two people closest to Nano are one of her former private tutors, Daisy Brooks, and a murderous narcissistic AI hellbent on purging humanity and destroying Nano for revenge. The AI has named herself MACRO to one-up her sister, but Nano usually just calls her Marco, pissing her off and further solidifying their one-sided rivalry. Daisy, on the other hand, looks out for Nano and has unofficially adopted her.

NOTE -
Her super rich creator is going straight up die within the first few sentences of the first post and she won't have access to unlimited money or anything extravagant like that, especially considering that they´re after her.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

@Harlequ Accepted, really liking the impregnable five

@KahleenCuthald you can 100% still join, there are still a couple of people who haven´t finished their sheets and the teleport hasn´t gone down yet 8)

Attack on Titan: Somnium [Closed]

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ELIF

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Joining the military was to Elif the obvious course of action. After the disaster her father and those who shared a profession with him spent a lot of time in high demand for their services, something which made Elif realize that she wasn´t suited to the life of a medic. She had plenty of experience running around for materials and dealing with the sight of the most gruesome injuries imaginable, yet found herself very lacking in the academic department. Most of medicine, it seemed, had to do with memorizing things from books and charts. She looked at her new path in life with no regrets whatsoever. Those first two talents had to count for something, right?

The general who stood in front of her and the rest of her just as amateur squadmates acted less like a human being and more like a rabid dog only slightly held back from tearing their throats out. She watched as he jerked and shouted from squad member to squad member, as if an invisible chain clamped around his neck was keeping him from a rampage. And then the man locked eyes with her.

Her legs trembled in fear regardless of how much she desperately tried to find a positive side to the discipline she was about to receive, with her natural lankiness exaggerating the effect. She was the sort of person who put no effort in to hiding their emotions. Anyone observing the girl must have probably noticed over half a dozen different signs that she wasn´t sure what was going to happen.

Throughout his shouting the instructor spat so much on her face that Elif thought that it almost might have been intentional. She had similar experiences with patients and their many, many different bodily fluids, so this was nothing to her. No, the pain all came from the man´s words. She didn´t want to be pathetic. She didn´t want to be a killer.

His final words, asking her who the hell she thought she was, sounded like him reading her thoughts and rejecting them entirely. They struck her deep.

“My name.” She uttered, trying to sound professional. “My name is Elif Edilweiss. Sir.” She tacked on a ´sir´ at the end to emulate the others. Would all military service be like this? she thought to herself. Even the voice in her mind spoke meekly and submissively.

The Vanguard

is there still room for this OwO

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

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Inside of a quiet suburban neighborhood, nestled in between rows of almost identical upper middle class houses, an adult man giggled to himself with an unsettling sense of satisfaction. Around him an array of writing instruments, figurines, dice and various other eccentricities colored the chestnut table sporadically. Craig Braunswick was the sort of person to dump all the toys out of the box and make something out of the mess. He didn´t just live in disorder, he thrived in it, and everyone on that table more or less figured that out by now.

An imposing rectangular shape stood out from the littered plastic. Any experienced tabletop player would have recognized the tome as Lord Omsagro´s Adventure Index, the newest and most comprehensive roleplaying system. Craig hadn´t wasted any time in flipping through the pages in front of everyone with his junk food stained hands.

He was the sort of person who the community would label a “powergamer” or a “rules lawyer”, maybe even the occasional “asshole turdburglar”. Naturally, most people wondered as to how someone like him could draw such a large crowd, and most people stopped as soon as they set foot in his dining room. No, calling it a dining room would feel inappropriate for something so grand.

It was like a conference room, one for only the very wealthy of another era. Polished end tables and towering windows and display cases with fine china all competed for visual attention. From the ceiling hung an elegant and great chandelier, and while in any other room it would have been a centerpiece, in this one it was only a footnote among the dozens of other decorations. It was the sort of room that made you move carefully out of fear of breaking anything. However, it became apparent that Craig didn´t care for any of it, or at least see it as anything out of the ordinary. Intricate and unlit candelabras that once occupied the table were poorly shoved into a corner of the room. Ceramic bowls of priceless value were now topped with doritos and other equally unhealthy snacks. The sight of such ornamental and luxurious furniture carrying out its intended purpose felt wrong somehow.

As for the players, they had all been instructed to pitch in their roleplaying ideas which he hastily scribbled onto a journal. Most of them came to the conclusion that Craig had no idea what he actually wanted roleplay, seeing as he accepted anything and everything as part of his world´s official lore. They were currently in the character creation stage of preparations. Nobody was really sure what kind of frankenworld the idiot was patching together out of so many conflicting contributions, and neither were they instructed as to the sort of characters that the roleplay would require. A “Sure, sure, whatever.” paired with a waving of the hand was given in response to all of their concerns. Craig´s leg bounced wildly. He was excitedly waiting to accept their characters, binge eating to pass the time.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

@Haeo remove the "a couple of paragraphs" from the beginning of the lore section and you should be good to go

first IC post will be around thursday-ish, with a small chance of it being sooner

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

Oh, I see. I learned something new today, lol

@ShwiggityShwah - accepted

@Haeo - in your abilities section you explain what your character can do in a technical sense, but the actual abilities aren´t specified. You can cast magic spells, but what sorts of magic spells? You can craft creatures, but what sorts of creatures? etc.

Also, it´d be nice if you could trim the amount of additions, most people have added one or a couple. Adding five more, one being an alternative magic system, is gonna complicate things a bit

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

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Tsubasa lazily stirred on her bed, woken by the sound of an idol song playing from her alarm clock at full blast. Like most things in her room, it was a tacky overload of bright colors, hearts, and anime characters. Her hand gently groped around the surface of her night stand, in no particular hurry to face the real world. Suddenly, her whole body froze.

Kazuto! Takizawa Kazuto! The cousin that she now lived with, the one her parents had spent the better part of a month comparing her to. It seemed that she couldn´t go five minutes without some behavior of hers being scrutinized because of him. Tsubasa´s first day of school hung ahead of her, and she was determined to stop their antics right in their tracks! Today… they’ll all see how much I’ve changed! They’ll see just what a cute idol girl can really do when she’s mature! Tsubasa realized that a stuffed animal had fallen on the ground, making her pick it up in a panic. "Oh no! Kirakira-chan!"

Tsubasa hopped out of bed while brainstorming of all the possible things she could do to leave an amazing first impression. The sound of a rumbling stomach cut what little progress she had made short, however, and she had settled on just wearing her uniform to breakfast. Someone with such overly messy tendencies couldn´t afford such a huge risk, yet her optimism blinded any trace of rationality. There was a lot left to do to get ready, with her unkempt hair being the most notable example, but just this was enough for her to feel satisfied. And so began her proud stomping towards the kitchen.

“Good morning Kazuto-chan.” she said. The natural energy of her voice was being masked by feminine grace taken from magazines and used with a severe lack of social awareness. She turned to her mom, who was making breakfast with a speed that only someone with years of experience was able to reach. “Good morning mom.”

She immediately stopped in her tracks, caught off guard by how normal her daughter was behaving. It was an unnerving experience. Was Tsubasa in the middle of doing something stupid again? “Uh huh. Good morning… Tsubasa.” Her daughter already had her uniform on. Strange. “Well she’s finally here now, so you can eat, Kazuto.”

Their breakfast was simple and traditional, consisting of white rice and salmon with miso soup. Tsubasa grimaced at the thought of a breakfast that wasn´t an omelet drowned in ketchup or even just toast. She shoved a clump of white rice into her mouth with determination, all in an attempt to keep the charade going. Being an adult is all about suffering! I can do this! The chewing movements that her mouth made reached a crescendo of speed before forcefully slowing down. A mature and proper girl wouldn't eat like this, no!

Her mother squinted at her in suspicion with a power that could have torn through metal. This sort of dynamic between a mother and her daughter must have been odd to witness, no doubt.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

@A Lowly Wretch In the character’s gender, don’t you mean genderless rather than asexual?

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

this text is a place holder

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