Izaka Sazaka

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With his teammates firmly secured Li supposed it wouldn't hurt to at least extend some kind of formal gesture to the rest of the class? In particular he kept a keen on locked on Min-jun at all times. They'd had a rough past before, especially considering the way he and his brother feuded. Li had tended to support Jun's brother for obvious reasons, but that still didn't mean he'd given up on trying to include the younger Asian in the Communist group of friends. It was right about this time that Katinka allowed for her little outburst. Typical of her really, always the forceful one. Li liked to think that he acted as a sort of stabilizing force, being the more reserved of the two. Still, she'd left them in a rather disadvantageous situation, something Li tried to begin repairing immediately. "I think what my friend here meant to say, Jun, is that there's always room in our group for one more. Perhaps you'd like to join us?" This was the first time the tall foreigner had spoken and instantly his traditional upbringing began to show. A neatly pressed uniform and imposing, if gentle speech made for a rather intimidating visage despite his good intentions. Sadly Li sometimes felt his appearance worked against him; for some reason his sharply kept clothing and generally confident attitude tended to scare away a lot of people. "One must remember it's always good to try and accept new experiences. Self-cultivation is important, if you work with our group we can help to make you a smarter, better person." Li finished this statement with a small grin. Again, despite his good intentions, what the tall Confucian hoped would come across as a genuine smile really seemed to be more of a 'I'll rip your guts out and eat them when you're not looking' kind of expression. Sometimes being the strong silent type really worked against you.

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@Dreamcaster The crazy is what makes it fun~

Protagonist Drop - You Are The Main Character

@TheHangedMan Noted.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

Argos of Plios considered himself to be a religious man. He was, after all, a prominent priest of the church of the true faith and known throughout the Whitelands as a seer of good nature and true virtue. Still, in his many years at the helm of his various flocks Argos had come to find that religion and politics tended to mesh quite readily. He'd served as the personal advisor and spiritual councilor to a variety of nobles both high and low and found even more so now that he was getting on in age that his services were always in demand. Everyone wanted to know that their immortal soul would reach the afterlife, everyone wanted to know what their fortunes would be on earth. It was in this capacity as spiritual advisor that he'd been summoned to the capital of the Whitelands under mysterious orders. The note he'd received had contained a rather generous donation to the priest's sometimes affluent flock and promised there would be no shortage of work in that area in the near future. Furthermore the message had also contained some. . . suggestions as to the nature of his upcoming sermons. There really wasn't anything uncouth about changing the topic of his lectures and so, after some thought, Argos agreed. What would it hurt to preach a little fire and brimstone? In the few days since he'd gotten there the priest had spent his time worming his way into the courts and hearts of the various militaristic kinds. His reputation was not overwhelming but never-the-less his name was still recognized and many were willing to give a little coin to hear what words he had to say. In all cases he stuck to his previously set topic: the dangers of earthly authority, specifically authority which could be wielded by those who were incompetent or untrained in its use. Understandably this whole situation had instantly put him on the outs with the ducal court but really, that was just as well with Argos. His mysterious employer was continuing to send him bags of gold and so Argo was just as happy to continue flapping his lips. When Joakim and the ducal entourage prepared to depart that same employer made sure Argos had a writ of sanction by a higher religious authority to observe, report, and give council on the actions under-taken but the young liege-lord. It simply wouldn't do to have a proper young noble travel about without real religious overview? What would become of his morals? More than that if Joakim declined he risked the support of his barons by appearing a godless heathen. And so, as the journey began Argos kept yapping and Jaokim's just recently built-up position began eroding.

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I can already tell this is going to be one of those crazy Rps. . .

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Looks like we're just waiting on Jswift now to get the ball rolling.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

@Partisan Looking for a way to insert Valeria. If you don't mind I'm going to put her on the Forklands side of the fight?

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Yes we started, but don't let that deter you!

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Sorry if my first post was a bit underwhelming, it was made in something of a hurry.

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Li had never seen such a terrible display of academic funding on display. No chairs, really? His jade hues flashed an instant of annoyances before settling back into their usual cooled color. It was with these calculating eyes that he sized up the rest of his class and determined his general first impressions. He'd seen or met a couple of them before; some were friends, some were enemies. Specifically a frown alighted his face at the sight of Min-jun, they'd had conflicts in the past. "You see, today we're going to do a team-building exercise. I read that can help a classroom work better together!" This last announcement seemed to cause a fair share of fidgeting between Li's classmates and so the Asian allowed himself to gently drift in the direction of known variables. He'd met and become half-friends with Katinka and Alexei last year, noting their similar view-points on a variety of issues. He also quite clearly remember the aforementioned female's quite boisterous claims of heroic leadership and demands that she be placed in charge of practically ever group project they'd done that semester. In truth, Li didn't really mind it, after all it kept him from having to deal with to many people. All the more time to focus on his philosophy and self-enlightenment. At the very least that irritable American wasn't in the class, his presence, above all others, always seemed to cause a fair bit of social drama and controversy; Li considered that a small victory.