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Hello all. I am an experienced writer who is writing my own fiction stories on the side. I can role play any genre. What I love most is being able to go-all-out when weaving tales with other writers. It just makes the story more interesting, so I can't wait to write with you. :)

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In --- 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
“Fetch this…”


Fenrir-O


Gender: Male
Age: 26 (dog years 102)
Species: Beastman – Wolf Type
Power Level: 3,350
Aura/Ki Color: White like the moon

Appearance:
The gray wolf carried a mild-mannered tone to his voice. A red cloth that acted as a single suspender draped over his right shoulder connected to the white and red-embroidered shendyt at his hips. His fur was thinnest and lightest on his belly, outlining the wall of brick-like muscle that may have spoken bounds about his fitness level but still not about his strength. On his back, his hair was thickest and stood in a spiked ridge going from between his ears down to the base of his tail. Over his left eye was an eyepatch, guarding it from further incapacitation.


About his neck is a large necklace of prayer beads.

Personality: Fenrir-O is soft-spoken and rarely raises his voice above a yell (unless it’s an attack). He tries to make fighting the last resort, opting more for peaceful means to extinguish a situation. As disciplined as Fenrir-O seems, he does show some dog-like quirks, such as burying valuable things. He goes into this subconscious state where he starts digging a hole, and he will bury a valuable something of someone’s if they don’t keep it out of his reach. It doesn’t happen all the time. It’s more like if he was invited to that person’s house—as soon as he sees something he likes, he’ll bury it somewhere and not remember where (don't trust him with anything). Another trait would be to chew up shoes or anything leather-like. Just keep it away from him.

There are some myths, which are more like taunts. He does not play fetch and he doesn’t respond to commands. People who do that irritate him. Being a Beastman of the Canus-variety, he is often underestimated. People tend to think of him as a dog despite his obvious wolfish appearance. But that’s okay, his fists can speak for him when his words can’t.

His goal is to protect the planet and become The Strongest Beastman on Earth.

History: Fenrir was a pup when he was found and adopted by the O-family. Being a Beastman apparently never made him feel different from the other children growing up. He was bullied at first, but when he retaliated against his first bully and was able to take him down with just his fists, Fenrir-O discovered his dream—to become The Strongest Beastman on Earth. He always watched the World Martial Arts Tournament every year with Daddy-O. Seeing the famous fighters and studying their techniques only inspired him to create his own. Fenrir-O wanted to create his very own original martial art that was unpredictable and designed specifically for Beastmen. In order to do this, Fenrir-O knew that he needed to leave his comfy and coddled life. He set out into the wilderness, figuring that the survival training would strengthen and toughen his body as well as his spirit. He endured countless periods of starvation and dehydration that drove him to the point of becoming feral. It was when he relied on his animal instincts that he learned best to survive. It awakened bestial traits that he may not have ever learned if he remained with his human family.

He built himself a hut deep in the forest where he trains. Every now and then, he’ll venture into the neighboring towns to trade the game he hunts for money to buy necessities. During his visits, he has had a run-in with a few bandits and their gangs, and was able to test his fist technique on countless thugs. Learning from his victories as well as his failures, Fenrir-O was able to create a formidable and unique fighting style.

Abilities

Full Moon: On a Full Moon, Fenrir-O’s strength and power is doubled.

Cry Wolf: Fenrir-O’s howl creates harmful decibels that can rattle the opponent’s eardrums and disorient them for one minute. That one minute grants more than enough time for him to get an offensive strike in or to plan an escape.

Lunar Strike: When Fenrir-O balls his paws into fists, he will charge a white lunar light to cover them. Bringing his hands together before his chest, he forms a sphere with his hands where the energy gathers into a moon-like sphere. Within that sphere is concentrated ki and the longer he holds it, the more powerful it becomes as more ki is concentrated within it. He will then release the ki by thrusting the sphere forward, which causes it to erupt into a devastating beam-like blast.

Basic Ki Manipulation: His ki is white like the moon. He can use basic ki control to lob small spheres of energy, charge his body full of ki, and fly.

Beastman Abilities: As a Wolf Beastman, his senses and physical feats surpass those of an average human. His primary and most-used senses are his hearing and sense of smell. He can see in the dark and he can distinguish opponents based on their smell if they are within a mile of his location (and this may improve over time as he becomes stronger). He has the animal sixth sense to be able to sense disturbances in the electromagnetic sphere, the weather, or basically to sense when danger is afoot. He has an affinity with other animals and is able to communicate with them.

Techniques: Wolf Fang Fist – a technique that uses the fists and claws. It even implements the teeth—the natural weapons of a predator. His attacks are swift and ferocious and each of his slashing strikes have been shown to cleave through rock and the barrel of a rifle. As Fenrir-O keeps perfecting this technique, he may be able to slash through more things. His technique is meant to disable the opponent by targeting tendons and power points with his sharp claws. His bite can take off limbs if one is not careful.

Transformations:
  • Quadruped - Fenrir-O can take on the form of a common gray wolf. In this form, he can also talk. His most distinguishing feature is his scarred white right eye where he was blinded by a wild boar.
  • Werewolf - This form has yet to be seen, but it can apparently be activated on a full moon. In this form, Fenrir-O increases in height and muscle mass. His physical feats are improved ten times and he becomes one tough mofo to bring down.


Equipment:
  • Hyodan - full of water.
  • Sensu Beans - he grows them outside his shack.


Weaponry: Teeth and Claws.

Other: Fenrir-O is the master of his own martial art.
Team Three Star!
<Snipped quote by tex>

Why not do the same thing a lot of 3d Mario Games do? An over-world that has links to other realms in the same universe? Due to the verity of characters we could visit all sorts of places from all of the games, have a nice long adventure, and never leave the universe.

EDIT: The Mario games have enough verity on there own to make a nearly unstopping RP.

EDIT2: Also, why couldn't you let me post first @Holy Soldier? I would have summoned a large block in front of her so that she would have slammed into it.


There's an OOC for a reason. You could have told me your intentions since I am not a mind reader or even PMed me.
Or avoiding making this a Nintendo RP rather than a Mario RP lol.
@supertinykingI figured. He's a mutant after all.
Mario

Location: Toad Town - From Tournament to Alley
Mentions:@Kafka Komedy

It had happened so fast. A blue blur swept through the aisle that he had been climbing over. Mario paused and blinked, eyes following the fleeing figure and then hearing the angered audience members. Even the Toad girl who he had been hoping to score with was upset and crying about how her purse had been stolen. Wait a second…this might have been his chance to impress her with a heroic deed!

Beneath his thick gentlemanly moustache a mischievous grin expanded. Mario crouched before he sprang high into the air. He grasped the bill of his cap as he soared over the stadium, following the blue blur below. The red sleeves of his shirt and the blue pants legs of his overalls rippled in the winds that raced passed him. When he passed over a few buildings, he released his cap and raised his hands into the air as a giant wooden mallet materialized above him. Grasping the arm of the hammer, when he reached the apex of his ascent, Mario swung the mallet forward and the weight of the weapon carried him into a rapid spin. The plumber went whirling toward the alley before the thief, and he came out of his ball a few seconds before his hammer connected with the turf before her. The impact caused a mighty explosion of asphalt, stone, and other debris. The sky resounded with a thunderous thoom! that could have been felt quaking through the ground. The landing might had been shocking and he hoped that it would have stopped the thief in her tracks.

A tower of brown dust was billowing into the sky as the area around them crackled with the debris that was still pelting the alley. Mario straightened, coughing and trying to fan the smoke from his face. He had one hand resting on the butt of his mallet, giving him support while he leaned over looking a little green.

“Mama mia, I think I overdid it,” he groaned. His brain felt like it was still spinning inside his skull. His cheeks then dramatically inflated and the plumber turned his head to upchuck the hot dogs and cola he had eaten.

Spitting the chum from his lips, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and growled, “Damn it! You not only owe me that potential date you interrupted back there, but you owe me dinner too!”

Hefting his hammer onto his shoulder, Mario faced the bandit with a deep frown. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kick your ass? If you wanna run, I’ll chase ya. I’ll chase ya all over this town. How long is that tournament? Two hours? Yeah, I think I’d rather do this. This is more my style. So what’s your move? A beat down or are you gonna return that stolen stuff?”

He then brought a finger to his mustache as he muttered thoughtfully, “At least give me back that purse—wait! No, no! Everything you stole needs to be returned!”
@Kafka KomedyI only have one thing to say to you, "INCOMING!"
When Luigi looked over all he would see was a plumber with an arm embraced about a pile of snacks. In his right arm was a full bucket of buttered popcorn, and on top of the popcorn, were three chili dogs. His hand clutched a bottle of Koopa Cola that every now and then his left hand would swing by to grasp up and feed into his mouth. Currently, he was porking on two dogs at once both protruding from his mouth and slowly being whittled away like logs being forced into a wood chipper. Closing his eyes, Mario was at least polite enough to finish chewing his food before he bothered to answer his brother. He swallowed down his food with a weighted and audible gulp and then expelled an obnoxiously loud belch that caused several audience members to snap their heads back at him and give him glares.

Mario glared back at them and grumbled, “I don’t even know why I’m here. Card games are for nerds.”

His brows crashed together when he noticed one of the audience members peering back at him. Beneath her round toad hat, she had brown pigtails tied by pink bows and large circular-framed glasses. She was smiling at him, her fingers rising to her lips to stifle a giggle, and when she laughed Mario’s blue eyes grew when he saw her ample bosom quivering.

“On second thought…I think I like me some nerds.”

Mario shoved the food he had been munching on into Luigi’s arms and quickly rose from his seat to go climbing and side-stepping around people.

“If I don’t come back, then don’t come lookin’ for me!”
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