Holy Soldier

Afterlife: Dead Sun

@Holy Soldier
This guy okay?

Troy Crane (5 Souls Spent)

Name: Troy Crane (1)

Nickname:

Alias:

Gender: Male (2)

Form: Ascendant

Appearance: Troy is almost identical to the spirits that inhabit the rest of the afterlife, the only difference being that he is slightly more defined, possessing ears and a mouth, along with missing the white glow. This is only externally, however - internally, Troy is completely composed of a combination of maggots, larvae, and grubs, squirming just underneath his skin. These maggots can open holes in his flesh to escape and be used as weapons, and they appear to be a hive mind. Troy is of nondescript height, and weighs 170 pounds (77 kg), only 20 pounds (9 kg) of which being his skin, while the rest is the massive number of insects. The maggots are of varying sizes, but all are grey or white. Despite lacking a nose or eyes, Troy is capable of sight and smell.(3)

Height:

Weight: 170 (4)

Hair Color:

Eye Color:

Personality: Troy can be described as animalistic above all else, perhaps due to his odd biology. He can not easily comprehend morality or honor, and considers only his own life as valuable. He believes that every creature places survival above all else, and will be completely perplexed if someone proves otherwise. Troy is not very smart when it comes to typical academics, but is extremely knowledgeable when it comes to biological sciences, especially the biology of insects. He is extremely analytical, refusing to fight an opponent that far outclasses him, only attacking when presented an obvious advantage. In comparison, Troy vastly prefers consuming souls that are of lower strength than him, as it is a far easier kill and puts him at less risk. As expected of someone who places so much value in his life, Troy will go to any length available in order to survive. While he tries not to show it, he seriously wonders how he was while he was still alive, only remembering a strange nostalgic feeling of calm whenever he sees an insect. Troy sees human beings as lesser beings, and is highly suspicious of machines, as he does not understand them very well. Finally, Troy will constantly try to tell those that ask that he is emotionless, since he views having emotions as weakness, despite the fact that he clearly feels emotions.

Troy's main, overarching ideology is survival of the fittest - he wishes to stay in a group as it provides security, not because he cares about the group or has a duty to help others. He is subject to narcissism and pride, and this could prove to be an incredibly large weakness. Additionally, considering his personality and beliefs, more civilized members of the afterlife could find him to be someone that is a monster and needs to die. Finally, while understandable, Troy is incredibly paranoid that a stronger spirit will try to kill him, and he is untrustworthy of those stronger than him. As a result of this fear, he will constantly be on the hunt to consume weaker spirits in order to grow stronger and protect himself. (5)

Rank: Ascendant 1

Soul Count: 5

Weapon:

Powers/Abilities:

Insect Composition
Description: Troy is composed of maggots, larvae and grubs. Each individual weighs 20 milligrams, and Troy contains 3,402,000 in his entire body. These insects can all be controlled individually, or as a group, and Troy's skin is able to form holes for the creatures to escape outside the body. All the insects are capable of biting and burrowing into dirt or flesh, but are weak individually. As a result of having no vital organs, Troy is incredibly difficult to kill. Additionally, his insects are capable of regenerating while inside his body, able to produce 100,000 daily until he reaches his maximum. These insects can survive indefinitely outside of Troy's body and he is capable of seeing through them, but this still count towards his total. His skin heals at a normal rate, and is able to regenerate from a piece as small as a finger, though that would take years. While mostly benign, the intense heat caused by the maggots makes Troy's body temperature a sweltering 115 degrees Fahrenheit, which the insects only survive since they were genetically altered.

Consequences: Troy, while incredibly resilient to most forms of damage, is just as weak to bludgeoning damage as a normal person. Additionally, the insects that compose his body are still restricted by instincts. Outright suicide orders for a single insect may be okay, but commanding groups upwards of 10,000 into a fire or pool of acid would be resisted against. While insects can survive theoretically forever outside his body, Troy's body is the only place that they can reproduce, and losing that would essentially be a death sentence. While the insects are truly terrifying if they manage to get inside of an opponent and cause internal damage, they are pretty much useless against heavily armored opponents. Finally, Troy is physically weaker than the average person, as he only possesses insects for muscles.

Companion:

Spirit Relations

@Duoya

You say that other creatures would want to kill him. What about your own team? What is the point of creating something that your own team would want to kill? Because he would basically be a moocher, and I don't see moochers lasting long in this world if they have nothing to offer for the survival of the group. I don't think Captain would kill him, but if his selfish actions cause for another teammate to die, he'd be all for it. Because he hampers the survival of the group.

The Locker

Pretty Boy

Vernik speaks with a sophisticated Swedish accent and a masculine posh mannerism. Within his helmet, which he has named Red Death, his voice is heavily distorted—creepily so. It would make the skin of most of his enemies crawl. Wanna play a game?

Vernik isn’t called “Pretty Boy” for nothing. He is fabulous and he knows it. He’s not your over-the-top femme gay. While he may wag a finger, cock a hip, or roll his eyes or his neck every once and awhile, he’s not to be underestimated. His reputation as the Red Death says he’s not to be underestimated. It is almost as though the man has a split personality once he’s behind that skull. But he doesn’t, he’s no less gay with the helmet on than with it off. He walks like he’s always on a runaway, hips swaying, and arm swinging. The mannerisms don’t quite match the voice of Red Death, but who is really focused on that when facing such a ruthless opponent? His personality seems contrary to his actions. He comes off as polite, saying “Please,” “Thank you,” and “Sorry, babe!”

He likes acquiring weapon upgrades. That’s the equivalent to giving him a diamond ring. At times, the enemy may think they’re dealing with a woman or be caught off-guard by Pretty Boy’s promiscuous martial arts. All the better to slay you with, my dear~! ♥

Vernik was born and raised in Helsingborg, Sweden. He served in the Swedish Army, Särskilda Operationsgruppen (Special Operations Task Group (SOG)) as an operator. During his service, he has served in the Balkans, Congo, Chad, the Central African Republic, and Afghanistan until the withdrawal of the International Security Assistance Force in 2014. While training Kurd soldiers in Kurdistan, he was approached by a recruiting officer, offering him a contract with an organization called “Preemptive Strike.” What the recruiter hadn’t expected was for one of the SOG’s top operators to be gay. It wouldn’t have went down well with their Muslim employer, and so Vernik was passed on the offer—to his offense. A clandestine recruiter of the Maverick Security Consultation had been watching the entire exchange and was next to approach Vernik, but in a more discreet manner. The recruiter intercepted the transmission on his radio and made the offer to him. He had offered him more money than the last private military company (PMC), and there was some added pressure. It was either “Accept” or “Refuse.” If he refused, then he would never be approached again. Vernik was already feeling special being approached by two PMCs in one day offering more money than the Swedish Army gave him. He hadn’t exactly known what he was getting himself into, but didn’t he say they had offered him a lot of money?

Vernik became Cranium or Red Death, a cyborg who utilizes strategy, cybernetic phantasm, and traps to torment and brutally murder his enemies. When he wasn’t wearing his helmet, he was Pretty Boy—the sexiest bitch in the entire organization, yes~!

High-Frequency (HF) Dual Reapers

Red Death’s reapers can be utilized for rapid close combat as well as range in two forms. At close quarters, the kamas resembling ice picks can redirect blades, deflect projectiles, and be spun into red, glowing discs that can cut and shred an enemy’s armor. Sliding his thumb along the arm, the weapon’s sensor will cause a second HF sickle to protrude from the other end. Red Death will then lob the dual-bladed kama at an enemy, and much like a boomerang, it will return unless inhibited in some manner. Its second ranged form is when Red Death joins the butts of the kamas and then spreads them apart to reveal a red electromagnetic (EM) wire. Red Death will then whirl or hurl both weapons with the speed and ferocity of a dual-headed kusarigama. The EM wire he will also use to entangle about an enemy’s neck and behead them with laser accuracy. Red Death can use the weapon to yank out-of-reach enemies toward him, grapple ledges, and to perform aerial-acrobatic feats.
Quantity: 4 (Always bring some spares!)

Scatter Bow

The Scatter Bow uses compressed EM energy to form arrows for the bow. The arrows can be fired at electronic equipment to send a scrambling pulse throughout its systems to bring it down. If the arrows are to strike an enemy, they will give the enemy quite the shock temporarily paralyzing them, and if caught in the head, death. It is a silent weapon for the stealth take out of numerous enemies with little detection. Red Death can not only fire a single arrow, he can fire up to three simultaneously. The second dangerous mode the Scatter Bow can take is what gave it the name “Scatter.” Readying three beams between his fingers and pulling the special bow string taut, Red Death will release the three beams and they will chaotically bounce from wall to wall, ceiling to floor, ricocheting in all directions and shattering into shorter and numerous fragments. These fragments can be used to take down numerous opponents at once.
Power Source: Rechargable Power Cell

Pandora’s Box

The device is a tiny node that gives Red Death the name “Cranium.” Pandora’s Box is an invisible laser trap. It is a multidimensional sphere of lasers that when triggered will immediately converge into a ball, slicing any who are caught inside the trap. The laser patterns cannot be seen by the naked eye, and often times, Cranium will leave the box before a doorway or in a regularly traversed path. The unsuspecting victim will trigger it and become beef cubes. If an enemy were to be able to see the laser pattern, then he or she could possibly navigate through the jungle gym of death to make it to the other side. Pandora’s Box is an invaluable device that grants Cranium time and protection when he’s hacking networks.
Weakness: Tripping the laser with an object will cause the sphere to condense, granting the technologically-prepared person 5 seconds to quickly cross it and steer clear of its circumference when it expands again.

Cyber Jack

The Cyber Jack is a manual linkup that connects directly with Pretty Boy’s right eye. When unable to access the network through a wireless breach, Pretty Boy will remove his helmet and directly link up with the network to proceed with the hack. Through the jack, he can upload as well as download data.
Quantity: 2

Fabulous Decoy

A holographic phantom that resembles Pretty Boy, and who he will send running about an area to distract and lure enemies. He’s definitely the sexiest diversion around.
Quantity: 1 (reusable)

Camera

Yes, a camera. For selfies and groupies! What else did you think it was for? The bear's name is Lucas.
Quantity: 1 (disposable/digital/cheap)

Enhanced Exoskeleton

Pretty Boy has a carbon-fiber spring steel exoskeleton grafted into his bones. Coupled with the graft are wires that connect to the cybernetic region of his brain. Breaking his bones through martial arts or even attempting to dislocate them will not work the way one would expect a human’s to work. His exoskeleton is lightweight and sturdy, hardly hindering his speed during combat.

Amadeus

Amadeus is the name of the cybernetic device implanted in his brain. With Amadeus, Pretty Boy is able to breach a network whether wirelessly or with the Cyber Jack as a cybernetic phantom. While a phantom, he will search through a network’s databases, destroy data, and render a network’s security system useless. He can also hijack machines and attempt to force them to his will. The less sentient, the easier. If he is able to setup camp somewhere in a facility, then Amadeus can take successfully take it over and lead his team through the labyrinth until discovered or repelled by a greater program.

Red Eye

Pretty Boy’s right eye is cybernetic, and it allows him to see electromagnetic energy in order to track down electronic sources, sensors, and other things he might find useful to jack. In the situation where Pretty Boy can’t wirelessly tap into a network, he can use his right eye to Cyber Jack manually into a system, granting him a stronger signal/presence in the network, weapon, or machine.

EMR Suit

Pretty Boy’s EMR suit protects him from EMR, while also releasing a gentle pulse that makes him near invisible to electronic surveillance (by cameras). Security will only notice a tiny line of interference. Nothing extreme to outright reveal his presence. Like the standard features offered to all cyborgs, Pretty Boy’s suit can cloak his presence, but movement still puts him at risk of being detected if enemies notice the scenery sliding across his body.

Metal Gear~Rising "Spinoff" Roleplay (Original Characters and Storylines) (18+)

@Raging GhostI'll work on a CS after work. Hey, you aren't planning on going camping for 2 weeks as soon as you launch the OOC are you? Or just vacation in general? ;}

Project Crossover [SMASH ARENA - Only PXO members allowed]

Everyone be sure to read the GM post closely and abide by the

POSTING ORDER

listed. If it is not your turn, then do not post. I'll tell you to get rid of the post so just do yourself a favor and thoroughly read the post's directions. I've also hinted some things in there. Other things I haven't necessarily revealed but we'll see who all the analytical writers are. I'll see if some of you figure some things that aren't clearly hinted out.

Project Crossover [SMASH ARENA - Only PXO members allowed]

Tag: @Etherean Fire@Zarkun@Lugubrious@Guardian Angel Haruki@DarkRecon@Rockin Strings

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“Oh no! It’s Gnasty Gnorc and his goons!” Sparx exclaimed. He then scowled up at Moneybags. “You traitorous bear! You were working for Gnasty? How could you!”

Moneybags carelessly smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Money is money! Tooda-loo!”

As soon as the bear turned to run, Steve Fox cocked back his right arm, his muscles swelling as a swirl of visible energy appeared before his knuckles. He launched his fist forward like a cannon, his fist burying into the fat gut of the bear. Moneybags gasped as he folded in half over Steve’s fist before the force of the punch sent him flying over the heads of several Gnorcs who even comically stopped to follow the bear’s direction of travel with the turn of their heads.

CRASH!

Moneybags unfurled across one of the fighting stages, his limbs sprawled and mouth hanging open in an unconscious daze. Steve retracted his fist with a frown and blew on his knuckles as though blowing the smoke from the end of a pistol.

“I hate sleeze balls like’im. Gnasty Gnorc, eh? Nobody mucks up my arena,” the blonde boxer growled before he leapt off the prize platform to tackle a gang of Gnorcs.

You look like you’d have more fun flying free.

Sparx gazed at Steve and frowned in frustration. “Get me out of here!”

I got this, mate.

As the gunman smashed the lock on the cage, Sparx immediately darted into the air and sighed in relief once he was able to stretch his yellow body out. He had no time to relax for as soon as he turned around, he noticed the blue creature darting amongst all the Gnorcs.

“It’s an egg stealer!” he informed the group and seemed like he would make a handy expert on all the Spyro villains. “I don’t know what it’s doing here. There are no dragon eggs here. But they tend to take anything valuable. They are pretty fast, so don’t take them lightly. They’ve outrun me and Spyro plenty of times!”

As James’s void wall grenade went off, several green bodies flew into the air on a scream before plopping upon the floor, smashing tables and chairs. The blue egg stealer stopped when the round pierced the floor right in front of it. It stared at James with its white, ghostly-eyes and then from the darkness of its face, a large toothy grin appeared.

“Heheheheh!” it laughed malevolently before it darted off in a blue blur, using several Gnorcs as cover from the gunman’s fire as it arched in a wide curve to the right in an attempt to reach the prize table.

Gnasty Gnorc had an ugly frown on his already ugly face. He saw that his men were falling like flies against the gunmen. What sort of weapon was it? It looked like it was shooting peas. The void wall grenade had been a magic spell. Glancing around, he noticed that there were other characters disposing of his goons, a blonde warrior wielding an enormous sword, a block man with a wooden blade, a classy man with some serious fighting moves, the gunman, and a boxer who was pummeling one of his Gnorc’s faces like a speed bag.

Go, Sparx! Get out of here!

The dragonfly looked to Shantae with concern. The heroes seemed to be holding up well, but what if he needed to find them again? They had to help him save Spyro. Watching the egg stealer blur around the room made him nervous and so the dragonfly yelled to Shantae, “I’ll buzz off for now. Meet me again at The Save Point Inn!” The dragonfly quickly took off, darting his way out of the Arena.

Sparx has left the Arena.

Gnasty Gnorc noticed the half-genie involve herself and seeing that another person, a magician of some sort (Robin) also joined the fight made the giant Gnorc’s eyes turn red.

“DAMN IT! I’LL HANDLE THESE GOONS MYSELF!” he bellowed. Gnasty Gnorc started huffing and puffing and his body started to swell. “IT’S TIME TO GET NASTY!”

The Gnorc leader started to mutate. Black protrusions started to surface from beneath his skin. His lips vanished as jagged teeth appeared in their place and his tucks grew taller and thicker. The Gnorc’s grotesque transformation could only be the result of another enemy exposed to the M-virus. Crossing his muscular arms, the black protrusions flared and with a strong flex, they fired from his skin in all directions, moving like the speed of a gun. His surviving Gnorc minions caught in the attack and pierced by the protrusions would fall over with a scream before they would writhe and similarly mutate, rising again not as the weak and stupid creatures the group had dealt with a moment ago. Any hero caught in the path of the protrusions and who hadn’t taken the vaccine yet were at risk of being infected by the incurable virus (hint).

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XP Initiated!

GM Note: From here on out, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.

P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, then they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Steve, James, Slayer, Robin, Shantae, Naija, Fox, and Cloud.

Project Crossover [SMASH ARENA - Only PXO members allowed]

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day Two, Noon
Location: Smash Arena
Tag: Everyone

The battle between Naija and the mage honestly made Cloud glad he had swapped. The girl seemed like a strong opponent—someone completely out of his league. While the two dueled, he watched until his attention was drawn to several characters standing around the prize table and not looking at all too happy. There was James, Steve, Moneybags, and Shantae. Cloud frowned softly, growing a little suspicious, and his suspicions were answered by a sudden bang that made him jump in startle. His wide, Mako-green eyes were directed to the far wall of the arena that cracked and spit fragments and dust. Soon a good chunk of the wall was sent hurling across the room, smashing into innocents only to crack somewhere off in the back. The behemoth that stepped through the hole in the wall had the ex-SOLDIER immediately reaching for his buster sword.

As the beast started bellowing orders, the flood of clumsy creatures that charged into the arena hadn’t been expected. They terrorized several spectators, slapping them across the room with their clubs. The green goblins were swarming the arena like a small army. Cloud only hoped that Naija and Lux had decided to postpone their fight for another time when the Smash Arena wasn’t getting terrorized. Grasping the hilt of his buster sword, the swordsman ran along the edge of the ring. When he reached a corner, he swung his buster sword upwards, the strength of the swing lifting him into the air. He then brought the blade down in a strong chomp that split several unfortunate Gnorcs who happened to be beneath the blade when he landed in half. Rising from his crouched position, Cloud proceeded to expertly swing his blade in vertical cuts, the breeze of his swing startling a few spectators who were inches from getting cut—but Cloud wouldn’t have allowed for such a thing to happen.

“Get out of here!” Cloud shouted to the non-combatants as he leapt into the air, twisted, and brought his blade down on another Gnorc.

Afterlife: Dead Sun

Example CS (Actual CS too)

Captain (5 Souls Spent)

Freebee if you spend a Soul on Appearance. Cost 0 Souls.

Name:
Nickname:
Alias: Captain (1 Soul)
Gender: Male (1 Soul)
Form: Ascendant (Freebee. Automatic costs 0 Souls)
Appearance: Captain is 6’3” with black and white skin. He may resemble an android or cyborg to those familiar with such technology, but he is much more unique. He is actually an alien race of biometalloids. His body is composed of biometal which is just as flexible as human flesh but as sturdy as titanium. His eyes glow dimly with a biochemical energy and luminescence. Though he has a mouth, his voice seems to escape his body on a masculine and metallic timbre. His overall build is solid. He has a barreled chest and a strong S curve back. A polyfiber space suit of black and red material covers his body, granting him boots with a deep tread. (1 Soul)
Height: 6'3" (1 Soul)
Weight:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:

Personality: Captain is curious of the Afterlife, and may have been a leader of some sort once upon a time. There must always be a plan—even at the last minute or impromptu. Everyone is in a mysterious world where everything wants to kill them. He acknowledges that the group has to stay together in order to survive and will do his best to ensure that everyone makes it. He is compassionate even with complete strangers. Captain is a thinker and is pretty clever when it comes to devising plans if the group asks for his opinion (hint). He has a reliable demeanor and will never leave a man behind.

Captain will not touch another person. Not to rest his hand on another person’s shoulder, shake hands, fist-bump, hug—none of that. It is not in his nature to touch another person in such a way and so he will only lay a hand on another person if it is to save them. (1 Soul)

Rank: Ascendant 1 (Freebee. Automatic costs 0 Souls)

Soul Count: 5

Weapon:

Right Arm Plasma Cannon
Description: Captain will extend his right arm and rectangular-shaped tiles will appear all over his skin. These tiles will begin to flip, bend, slide and form into a two-foot black arm cannon with white crackling energy dancing behind clear cell windows. The bioweapon is capable of producing 100 rapid-fire orbs of plasma per 3 seconds.
Consequence: The arm cannon can overheat and meltdown if used for two minutes straight.
Rest Period After Meltdown: 3 turns.

Powers/Abilities:

Companion:

Spirit Relations:

Afterlife: Dead Sun

@Scarescrow@Tenma Tendo@Zamokra41@Duoya@Tominas@RyuShura

The Horned Guard had white froth building at the corners of its mouth as it continued to choke. It watched as the defiant little weeds raced toward him, the bold worms had the lack-there-of balls to actually attack it. Unable to curse with the lob lodged in its throat, the Horned Guard angrily screamed as they started to climb all over him and rip out his staples.

“AAAAAH!” his cry was shrill with rage. A surviving Spirit managed to crawl from the hole in its cheek and grasping hand and toefuls of the creature’s tire-like neck fat, crawled down to its quivering breasts. It watched the Spirits who were assaulting it. Its eyes wide in shock. They were crazy, but as it glanced up at the Horned Guard it saw that their tactic was working. With hope suddenly flooding its small body, the Spirit climbed down to one of the staples below the Horned Guard’s last rib and pulled with all of its might—whatever that was. It arms felt numb and weak, and he pulled back, stretching them until they felt ready to snap like bands.

In a fit, the Horned Guard began slapping at the Spirits on its stomach, swatting them like bugs. The strength of his hand clapping against its gut caused it to quiver, and when it started to swing its gut left and right to dislodge the creatures, the wild actions caused the seam of its gut to instantly rip. The Horned Guard’s belly burst open, snapping open as red tubes and organs spilled like a river across the basaltic floor. Some Spirits were caught up in the bloody river that flowed like a current of red syrup, carrying them across the ground in a torrent of intestines. The blood was darker than what any living thing’s would be and it started to spurt and bubble from its throat as the Horned Guard now not only choked on its food, but its own blood. Gurgling and burping, the Horned Guard’s head flopped forward, its horn-like antennae drooping as its non-existent chin connected with its chest to drool crimson down its breasts. The weight of the creature caused it to fold over, slamming face first into its entrails.

There was a momentary silence as the Spirits would have the chance to realize their enemy had been vanquished. A small Spirit climbed from beneath its throat tire to crawl onto the back of the Horned Guard’s head. It stared down at the beast, stopping its foot on the back of its head to see if it were still alive.

The horrid sound had come from the Horned Guard’s ass, startling the Spirit to dive from its head into the bed of entrails. If the Spirits had thought The Maw couldn’t smell any worse. The flatulence of a dead Horned Guard was no Febreeze. The blood, entrails, and body of the creature turned a stark-white before its form collapsed into a white, powdery pile. An ethereal breeze blew the powder away, leaving behind 35 glowing pearls (5 pearls per Spirit). The Spirits who would touch them would feel that they weren’t solid. They quivered like jelly and had the consistency of a gelatin. Through the translucent orb, they could see a milky power swirling within with stars like the Milky Way twinkling around it. The pearls silently spoke to their instincts. A seam would appear on their faces as their mouths would open for the first time for the purpose of taking in these mysteriously delicious spheres. You had never seen them before but for some reason, your belly ached for them. Your tongue desired to taste them.

The Spirits who ate them would feel a change in their bodies. They would transform and they would find that they were larger perhaps the same height as the Horned Guard had been and their kin still trapped in the Spirit pin reached only their ankles. The death of the Horned Guard and the emergence of the strange pearls causing the lava pool of The Maw to stir. A brown, scaly fin rose out of the pool like that of a shark. It was three-feet tall and the lava rose in a massive hill over the back of a beast whose leathery wings unfurled from magma. The creature was coming, drawn by the essence it sensed had been spilled on the ground. It was coming to eat.

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Souls Awarded

Soul XP

@Scarescrow 5 Souls

[@Tenma Tondo] 5 Souls

@Zamokra41 5 Souls

@Duoya 5 Souls

@Tominas 5 Souls

@RyuShura 5 Souls

@Holy Soldier 5 Souls

GM Note: You all have each acquired 5 Souls. With these 5 Souls you can fill out 5 sections of your CS. 5 sections of your CS. Not 4. Not 6. Five sections of your CS. It can be any section. Automatically, you are allowed either one weapon OR one ability. Not both. The first soul devoured grants you the Rank Ascendant 1. The remaining 4 souls will go toward your gains. So keep track of the amount of Souls in your Soul Count. Once you get 10 Souls, you'll be at Ascendant 2. And when you get to Ascendant 2, you'll have the choice to once again pick 1 weapon or 1 ability not both, and with how many other extra souls, you can continue filling out sections of your profile, revealing more mysterious background information about your creation. I find this way to be fun because you're not outright revealing to other writers "This is my character." Instead they get to watch your character gradually remember, evolve, however you want to do it. You must either drop your CSes in the OOC or PM them to me to be approved. Do not post your CS in the Character Thread if it hasn't been approved. I will be very disappointed in you.

Strategy: Since this is your first time in my game, and this game can be Dark Souls-y. If you see a monster out of your rank, and we can say that your characters will be able to "feel" when a monster is out of their rank like a very strong/powerful power signature, then you can either run or you can attempt to fight it. I will not tell you what will be the best method, nor will I give it away with my character. Just use your brain. Not all bosses have to be fought and not all bosses die in the same manner. Each boss has a weakness and you just might not have it at the moment or it may happen by random circumstances.

Gungho Frontier [Post-Apocalyptic Comedy Adventure]

@EtrangerThey can grow into it.

Gungho Frontier [Post-Apocalyptic Comedy Adventure]

Character Sheet

Be sure to write your character's name here. You can use 1001fonts.com for fancy fonts you can link as an image code. You can also either provide an image or not provide an image of the character. I prefer anime or digital art no real life photos.
[b]Alias[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Current Residence[/b]: Put Drifter, Vagabond or something if you're just a wanderer.
[b]Birth Place[/b]:
[b]Hometown[/b]:
[b]Belief/Religion[/b]:
[b]Titles/Honorifics[/b]: "Best there ever was?" "Sir" Lord, Queen, Madame, etc.
[b]Profession[/b]: Job
[b]Hobbies[/b]:

[b]Gender[/b]:
[b]Race[/b]:
[b]Strengths[/b]:
[b]Weaknesses[/b]:

[b]Height[/b]:
[b]Weight[/b]:
[b]Build[/b]:
[b]Hair[/b]:
[b]Eyes[/b]:

[b]Scars[/b]: Describe.

[b]Basic Description[/b]: Summarizing written appearance.

[b]Outfit[/b]: What the character normally wears. Details.

[b]Most Prized Possession (Material Value)[/b]:
[b]Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value)[/b]:

[b]Likes[/b]:
[b]Dislikes[/b]:
[b]Goals[/b]:
[b]Life's Ambition ( Single greatest goal )[/b]:
[b]Fears[/b]: Misplacing his guns.

[b]Vernacular[/b]: Accent?
[b]Mannerisms[/b]: Basically personality.
[b]Psychological Condition[/b]: Any mental problems?
[b]Superstitions[/b]:
[b]Morals[/b]: (Good, Bad, or Neutral)

[b]Relationships[/b]:
[b]Family[/b]:
[b]Relatives[/b]:
[b]Friends[/b]:
[b]Acquaintances[/b]: This will probably filled out throughout the adventure. Same for rivals but if you have some already who are NPCs, then feel free to fill this out.
[b]Rivals[/b]:

[b]Favorite Sayings[/b]: These are character quotes.

This is an example of how you will list any weapons or abilities/techniques your character has. I won't limit you unless I think you're adding too much fluff. So write whatever your heart desires.

[Weapon Name]
Source: How did you acquire the weapon?
Description: What does it look like, how big is it, heavy, etc. Any fancy symbols or engravings on it.
Item Value: People might try to steal it if it's valuable or one-of-a-kind.

∙Ability Name: (Name of the ability)
Type: (Psychic, Energy, or Weapon - Energy is like ki or chi. Weapon is if the ability requires whatever weapon your character has)
Weakness:
Description:

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