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Posted a Game Master Guide in the Guides section. If you need help with GMing, refer to it for some handy advice. If you don't need help, then don't read it.
6 yrs ago
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Posted a Game Master Guide in the Guides section. If you need help with GMing, refer to it for some handy advice. If you don't need help, then don't read it.
6 yrs ago
Happy Thanksgiving!
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7 yrs ago
When you see that you no longer owe anymore posts and have nothing to write *insanity ensues* Aaaaah!HSkjhaksjhdjf
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7 yrs ago
Happy Thanksgiving!
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8 yrs ago
Happy Birthday to me.
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Bio
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. :)
Level: 1 Day/Time: Day Three - Evening Location: Floor 49 - Tetris Castle -> Into the portal and to Azeroth Tag:@Zarkun@WXer@DracoLunaris@ONL
After he and Squirtle received a booster shot, while The Prince gave them their mission brief, Blue was zipping up a puffy light blue coat and pulling a wool hat with ear flaps down over his blonde-head. He then peered down at a blue turtle who was gazing up at him curiously. A wide grin expanded on Blue’s face. “Don’t worry buddy, I didn’t forget about you,” he reassured his Pokemon.
Squirtle smiled and raised his claws. “Squirtle!”
Shrugging his backpack from his shoulders, Blue set it upon the floor and unzipped it. He dunked a hand within and rummaged around for the child-sized clothes he received from Rosalina. He pulled out a small bubble coat and snow beanie, and held them up in each of his hands for Squirtle to see. “See!”
Squirtle waved his claws in the air and danced, “Squirtle; Squirtle!”
Blue set down the hat and unzipped the coat to begin dressing his Pokemon. “The doctors said that the place where we’re going is going to be cold, so we need to keep warm.”
He pulled the hat down over Squirtle’s head and then rested his hands upon his hips as he proudly observed the fit. Squirtle peered down at his coat, turning left and right, and then gazed up at his hat. “Squirtle!”
“Yeah; it looks good on you buddy!”
Blue zipped up his backpack and rose to his feet. Shouldering his bag, he glanced at the group, his eyes wide with curiosity. Everyone was so different. The guy in the suit looked the most normal and would probably be someone he could relate to most. He watched Cole remove a notebook and seemed to be taking notes. Blue’s brows shot upwards and he started patting his pockets for stationary that he knew didn’t exist. He then turned to Squirtle and asked nervously, “Do you remember the docs saying we may need to take notes?”
Squirtle gave the trainer a blank expression and then shrugged his shoulders, raising his claws as he shook his head: “Squirtle, squirtle…”
Blue puffed his cheeks and pouted. Well, I hope he didn’t say anything too important. Regardless, my team has my back!
Everyone suddenly started vanishing into the portal after some creepy armor guy. “Yuh!? Already?” He turned to his Pokemon. “Come on Squirtle! Let’s not get left behind!”
“Squirtle!”
The Pokemon and his trainer quickly dashed through the portal only to appear on the other side. Immediately, Blue’s face felt chilled. His teeth clenched as he felt the shiver dart up and down his spine. “Great Gyarados it’s cold!”
Squirtle crossed his arms and shivered, “Squirtle!”
Gazing at his Pokemon, Blue reached down to his belt, plucking one of the condensed Pokeballs. Pushing the button, the ball swelled in his hand and he pointed it at Squirtle. “Here, Squirtle. Keep warm inside your Pokeball.”
A red laser shot out from the ball to zap the Pokemon. The turtle shrank within the beam’s light and retracted with it back inside the ball. Condensing the ball, Blue attached it to his belt and grasped the straps of his bag. “I wish I brought more warm things to wear! Brr!”
Once the group decided to make their way across the bridge, they would find that a gust beat against their bodies as they crossed the narrow rock path. The bridge felt as though it went on forever, but eventually the temple neared and within, lining the walls, were statues of various beasts. At the end of the grand foyer, where the light shined through man-made windows was a mysterious altar. After approaching and inspecting it, an eerie presence settled over the chamber. No matter what universe the heroes originated, the presence was palpable like a sheet and teased the sixth sense. It was an uncomfortable tension. A voice distorted with that of a man and a woman spoke from the ceiling; the walls; the very air:
The voice spoke in a foreign language unlike any found in their dimensions and somehow, the group understood.
Visitors. I have not been visited in centuries. So many have deemed this land forbidden. And yet…you come…
Standing with the group before the prince was a man wearing a black and purple, futuristic suit. Sunglasses hid his eyes, obscuring the dread that made his face droop. “I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” Boss muttered under his breath while The Prince gave his speech.
Well, if you hadn’t failed Christmas… Kenzie began.
His brows crashed together over his shades. “Don’t you fuckin’ blame me for that. I didn’t fail Christmas. Christmas failed me! Who knew that one guy was gonna up and bail, and shit?”
You mean Reuben? I thought you two had a bromance.
“No way! That son of a bitch betrayed me. He was supposed to stay by my side and he ran off like a pussy!”
Watch your language Boss. This game isn’t rated M for Mature.
Tilting his head back, Mr. President sighed dramatically. He should have been in Charlie Squad or even Delta! Yeah! He was good enough to be Delta. Everyone else just keeps holding him back! His obscured blue eyes shifted to the Femme Bot. Her again. Shit. He just had to be paired with her. He didn’t trust her one bit.
“They put that red b-” He closed his eyes, lips pursing as he held back a curse word. “That red tin can on my mission.” He was already calling the mission his.
Boss, you have to let go of the past. Why don’t you learn from your mistakes? You were pretty harsh last time. Your team would have led a revolt eventually. It’s no wonder Reuben abandoned you.
“Leave Reuben out of this Kenzie!”
Excuse me, I didn’t know you two were married.
Boss glared over at Piper. He was not looking forward to working with her again. When he found out that she was on his team…again…a hand rose to his face. His thumb and index finger pinched the corners of his eyes. “This game is trying to piss me off.”
Deep breaths Boss. Remember, try to be nicer.
“Fuck that!”
While the group exchanged introductions, once they were allowed to go through the portal, Mr. President clenched his fists and marched right on through. The world flashed white before his eyes, and he fluttered them to clear them of the glare (good thing he brought sunglasses). Boss’s eyes widened as he gazed about at the extensive landscape. His lips parted in awe.
“Are we in New Zealand?” he wondered aloud.
Of course not dummy!
Wiping the enraptured look from his face, the Boss finally faced the group and rested his hands upon his hips. He tried not to look exasperated, irritable, frustrated, and maybe a pinch angry…he failed. “All right. Those who are on my team. I’m gonna keep this short. I am the President of the United States, the greatest fucking country in the world and the universe whether it be a video game or real. I am the leader of the Third Street Saints—a gang. That’s right. You can call me Boss. I’m not hard to work with. I like to keep things simple. If you do what I say, then maybe you’ll make it home alive. If you go running off in pursuit of some strange demonic voice, then I can’t protect you and our mission will fail. So just follow directions capisce?”
The boss pointed over to the bridge at the temple. “Now because that’s the only structure I can see within a mile, and it’s literally in front of us, I think we can all agree that we need to go there. So let’s go.”
Mr. President whirled and started for the bridge.
I can just feel the love and joy already, Kenzie muttered sarcastically.
@TheForgottenArcAlso, there was a mistake in the CS. It should be five techniques, abilities, and spells for every race. You can also find the main game here.
THIS CHARACTER THREAD IS ONLY FOR APPROVED CHARACTER SHEETS. IF THE GM DID NOT BLESS OFF ON YOUR CHARACTER SHEET, THEN DO NOT POST IT IN THIS SECTION. EITHER PM YOUR CS TO THE GM OR DROP YOUR CS IN THE OOC!
Name: Dyce Race: Zandol Ki: Yellow Power Level: Unknown, but ki users can sense that it is high. Height: 5'10 Weight: 172 lbs Full Body:Appearance
Hydra: Unknown to the characters, Dyce's race possesses the ability to multiply if any part of his body is severed. Once a cell has separated, if it is not destroyed, then it will rapidly multiply and create a second Zandol. For as many cells are separated as many Zandols will be created. Other alien races considered Zandols to be like weeds due to this trait.
Bone Blade: Dyce's radius bone extends into a sickle-like blade capable of cutting his enemies. Bones carry cells, so if his blade is severed, then it will create a new Zandol.
Annihilation Blast: This attack is signaled when Dyce raises both of his hands into the air. His palms will flatten toward the sky and his energy will be released all at once in a blast so great that it can wipe an entire city from existence.
Basic Ki Attacks: They are yellow in color.
Ki-Induced Flight: He is capable of flying at mach speeds.
Goal: Purge the planet of weakness to make way for the dominant race.
The television screens flickered and the earth about Parsley City quaked. An entire block collapsed on itself as gray and brown plumes of smoke and scattered debris erupted into the sky like a geyser. Cars drove madly away from the scene. Citizens fled screaming and calling it a terrorist attack. Fire fighters, cops, and ambulances rolled up to the smoke screen surrounding which would later be revealed to be a crater 200 m wide. Helicopters hovered over it, using the gusts from their propellers to clear the dust. On the ground, a news reporter stood before a Parsley police cordon as she exuberantly reported, “This is Jena Summers with Channel 12 News! I am at ground zero of what many in Parsley City believe to be a terrorist attack! We don’t have any estimates on casualties, but behind me used to be a block. An entire city block is gone. The death toll could be in the hundreds folks!”
On the television screen, a dark silhouette rose from the crater obscured by the smoke. Cops began screaming and pointing at it, while curious citizens stood by and gawked. The silhouette looked like a man, but as he emerged from behind the smoke screen, his skin was unlike any human they had ever seen. A mother holding her child pointed and dramatically exclaimed, “It’s an alien!”
The green man hovered above the humans of Earth, his white pupil-less eyes sizing them up before his hand rose to the side of his head. At his temples were two black circular discs. He pressed one of them and an orange visor flashed over his eyes. As he continued to observe the people below, blue flashing digits and symbols in a foreign language appeared before his eyes as the machine scanned the earthlings. His nose scrunched and lips turned up with distaste. Weak… he thought. They’re all so weak. Would this planet be this simple? Could he really conquer it on his own?
The Zandol named Dyce touched the disc to retract his visor. The alien adorned in a foreign blue and yellow armor lowered to the street, having passed over the police’s cordon. The cops whirled, aiming their pistols at him and screamed, “Stay where you are and put your hands in the air!”
Dyce’s pointy ears twitched and he turned a milk-white eye over his shoulder to nonchalantly regard the cops. Jena continued to report, “It looks like the police are planning to arrest the alien! Could it have caused the crater?”
Dyce calmly turned to face the cops who were hiding behind their vehicle doors. Slowly, he started raising his hands in the air. When his arms were completely stretched to the sky, his hands opened and palms turned flat and upwards. A white light began to build, swallowing the dumbstruck cops, the reporter, and the oblivious bystanders. The light erased everyone in its glare until Parsley City winked before it exploded in a fiery dome. The dome swirled and expanded, the released energy absorbed the surrounding light, bathing the region in temporary darkness. In but an instant, Parsley City was no more.
GM Guidance: This is a PVE event. Your characters depending on how adept they are at sensing ki will sense the dramatic spike in power level. They may or may not have access to a television where they can see the destruction of Parsley City. Regardless, Dyce will be targeting every character in this game to do combat with them. The first time your character fights him, they will lose. He will catch them off-guard. This is Earth's first alien attack. Everyone will write their own battle with Dyce. I have listed the extent of his capabilities. Try not to kill your character. They should survive the first bout. Whether your character chooses to pursue Dyce after his ambush is up to the writer. Either way, Dyce will be targeting everyone and everyone will have one initial fight with him. The end goal is to have everyone come together to beat him, and if people accidentally create more Zandols, then to figure out how to destroy him without spreading his cells around. Good luck and have fun!
Clarifications:This section is for answers I gave to player-asked questions concerning this specific event. Dyce will not produce more copies if you make him bleed. There are thousands of blood cells in a blood drop. There would be a ridiculous amount of duplicates. So you can feel at ease. The replication does not happen if you make him bleed. It is only if you sever any piece of him.
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[center][b]Name:[/b] Your character's name [b]Race:[/b] Your character's race [b]Ki Color:[/b] Your character's ki color [b]Power Level:[/b] Your character's power level. This will change if your character learns how to conceal it. [b]Location:[/b] Where is your character? What city, region, etc. [b]Tag:[/b] Who is your character directly talking to? @mention them. Also, @mention them if indirect such as thinking about them or speaking about a character not currently present. If your character is open for interaction, write "Open." If you are doing a private scene that you are not expecting to receive any interaction, then write "Closed." You can also Close scenes off to specific players you want involved. Simply, @mention them and end the tag with "Closed."[/center]
I'll get a CS going tomorrow since it is 10PM for me. I'll be PMing those not in the discord the link to the discord. You'll only have 12hr to click it. I'm on European time so you may not see me as often, but you have your peers. :D Also, the discord is optional. You do not have to click it or use it.
____B I O____ Name Grisha; The White Lion of the North Former name General Oniyon (O-nee-yah-n) Age Appears to be in his early 30s Gender Male Race Saiyan Height 6'9" Weight 275 lbs Hair Color Black Eye Color Dark Grey Occupation Guardian of Kousetsu Village Appearance Power Level 1,365
Saga One: The Conqueror Dyce
Ki Color █████████████
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The warrior without his gear stands tall and rather thick with his jutting muscles. His complexion is tanned and hair black with sickle-like sideburns. His personality tends to match his appearance: brutish, but he is kinder than his façade puts on. Intimidating, the warrior looks like quite the foe, which often inspires people who don't know him to leave him alone. There is, however, a charm that exists about the warrior. The impression he gives off of a big, dominating male tends to attract many a female, in which Lena is forced to keep back with a fist.
In his gear, no one familiar with Saiyans would have ever guessed him to be one. His tail is always comfortably wrapped about his hips and his short, bladed hair hidden beneath his headdress. It is the exchange of blows or the discovery of his tail that reveals his Saiyan blood.
Equipment/Clothing: Upon his head is a headdress crafted from the fur and bones of the White Devil. It is what gives him his stark mane that acts as his "White Lion" trademark. Upon his broad shoulders sits a mantle of brown fur and steel. A brown cape obscures the bulk of his power, trapping his body heat within a cloak of warmth. Beneath the shroud is a fur-lined, black vest and black trousers. Upon his knees are steel kneeguards and about his forearms are black steel and leather bracers. The teeth of the White Devil were fashioned into a necklace that rests against his collar. The boots at his feet complete his arctic ensemble, estimating the weight of his equipment to be 145 lbs.
White Devil Crown: Designed by Grisha from the dense bones of the monster yeti known by the villagers of Kosetsu as The White Devil, the headdress alone weighs 45 lbs. It is more than just a crown. It is his identity and memento of his birth into his frozen home.
______P E R S O N A L I T Y_______
Since waking from his coma, Grisha is rather free-spirited and unbound. The warrior goes where ever he pleases, when he pleases, and sometimes he won't return for days, which makes Lena worried sick. The Saiyan has learned to speak coherent sentences from Lena, but with him being so aloof, his speaking ability is still mediocre, neither entirely primitive nor advanced.
The warrior's desire to train overcame his desire to learn the etiquette Lena tries to educate him with. Grisha is simply downright barbaric from his bad manners, to his ability to smell on the level of a bloodhound, and to his appetite. The guardian often returns from being away when summoned by the Lion Horn. It is a horn carved from bone, which is blown in emergencies. It is wise for a visitor in Kosetsu village to not start trouble. If the horn is ever blown on him or her, they will face the fury of the lion. An enemy of Kosetsu village is an enemy of Grisha's "'nough said."
The Saiyan can't resist a challenge. He loves being able to throw some punches with a sparring partner or most of all, one that can give him a good fight. One of his biggest stereotypes is that the warrior is unintelligent because of the way he speaks. On the contrary, if challenged, his opponent will find that he is quite clever if not reckless.
Due to his mental deficiency, Grisha sometimes has irrational bouts of emotion in the form of rage or frustration triggered by something indefinite. No one knows what triggers these attacks, but its been assumed from witnessing certain situations that its when his brain is trying to remember or recall something to mind that just isn't there or accessible.
Overall, the warrior is a handful, and when around people, he needs constant supervision. The warrior isn't afraid to say it like it is, and is unaccustomed to the advanced technology that exists outside his home region.
______H I S T O R Y_______
A General
Grisha was once a general by the name Oniyon in the Saiyan Elite. He was ordered to conquer a mysterious planet to transform it into a colony for the Saiyan race. During his journey, a comet nearly struck his ship. His ship was sideswiped and sent whirling into the cosmos. Several of his unit's ships were destroyed. His pod approached a planet unlike any he had ever seen before. His pod broke the atmosphere to plunge haphazardly into a snowy scape. It crashed into the base of a mountain and at the foot of a frozen lake. The chilling waters and temperature penetrated the capsule, and in his terror, the ice had taken him.
Coma
The mysterious meteor that had crashed in the mountains attracted the people of the nearby village Kosetsu. Subordinates of the village chief were sent to investigate the impact site and when they returned, they brought with them on a sled a mysterious orb. With ice picks and mallets, they broke the ice about the pod and forced open its hatch to find frozen within a man donning a uniform unfamiliar to them--and they hadn't seen much living in the mountains their entire lives. The people were unsure if their find was man or alien, but it was dubbed that the creature, whatever he was, was dead. The village chief ordered the body to be thawed in the hot spring and given a proper burial. As commanded, the body was thawed, and the still waters became disturbed by oxygen bubbles. To the people's awe, the alien had survived but was in a deep coma.
The White Lion
There was a wicked creature that occasionally attacked the village. Twelve feet with horns like a devil, the yeti would terrorize Kosetsu village, devouring their herds, children, and those vulnerable enough to be caught. The White Devil came unpredictably once a month and would consume twenty villagers before its appetite was satiated. As the people scattered in fright from the devil's presence, the alien was unguarded and became vulnerable. The alien's caretaker Lena tried to deter the devil from reaching him, but held tightly by her father, she was unable to do so.
The White Devil found him and hefted him above his jaws. Dangling the naked Saiyan above rows of blade-like teeth, the Saiyan harshly woke and unleashed an enraged scream. The decibels of his scream shook the yeti down to his cells until he exploded, having been ripped apart by the assault. Bathed in blood and screaming irrationally, the villagers thought they were observing a lion, bellowing his dominance over a kill as his tail thrashed about.
I Am Grisha
The alien responded to questions although slowly. His gaze was distant, and the villagers believed that his brain may have been damaged by the cold. When asked his name, the Saiyan responded ineptly with, "Gr...sh..." Lena thus named him Grisha and with her weaning, he became a respected and cherished guardian of the village.
Current Story
Grisha, Lena, and Tobias have left the frozen north on a journey to the World Martial Arts Tournament. They are hoping that Grisha will win the tournament and some zeni to aid Kousetsu Village's survival for the winters to come.
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Weapon
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Techniques
Shatter (Offensive): Grisha stomps the ground upon his opponent’s charging approach, causing the ground to shatter and upheaval, throwing his opponent’s balance and opening up their defense for attack.
Faint (Defensive): The bigger you are, the slower you are right? Wrong! With Grisha’s muscles inflated with ki, he can move in short, instant bursts, leaving an afterimage of himself to fool the enemy.
Steel Thyself (Defensive): Grisha will execute a stance and concentrate on hardening his body with ki, raising his defense against physical and ki attacks.
Muscle Counter (Offensive): Grisha will contract his muscles the moment an opponent’s fist or feet makes contact. The sudden bulge of his contracted muscle sends a shock through his opponent’s limbs. An average human would risk breaking their bones.
War Cry (Offensive): Grisha’s enraged scream. The decibels are so strong that the villagers of Kousetsu say that was how Grisha killed the White Devil. His scream vibrated the White Devil’s body until the yeti exploded. Best scenario, a sturdier opponent will find themselves temporarily deaf and disoriented.
Thunderclap: Grisha will bring his hands together in a clap that sends a cone of destructive decibels at one or multiple opponents. He can clap multiple times ie. applaud; and rapidly bombard his enemies with the debilitating energy. The noise could cause an enemy to either become deaf or disoriented, and a weaker enemy to be torn asunder by the rapid vibrations. The force of the attack can launch enemies away at point blank. At point blank, this attack is most destructive.
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Lena (NPC): She is Grisha’s adoptive family. She tends to take care of Grisha like a mother does her child, except she’s the younger one. Despite being a teenager, she knows how to put her foot down when Grisha gets out of hand. Her father Tobias claims that she gets that quality from her mother. Lena secretly likes Grisha, and she will become jealous of any other guy or girl who tries to flirt with him.
Tobias (NPC): He is Lena’s father and Grisha’s well…they don’t exactly see eye-to-eye. Tobias sees Grisha as a wild animal Lena brought into the house and won’t release back into the wilderness. They always butt heads, and even so, they still somewhat respect each other. Grisha will still protect Tobias if only because he’s Lena’s father.
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. :)
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">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. :)</div>