Izurich

Tales of Symphonia

since the role is central to the plot, and a disappearing act would kill the rp.

@Hero

I... I think it'd be better if the Chosen is a DMPC instead. No, really.

Tales of Symphonia

One of my character concepts is a "Human Ranch Escapee turned Desian Hunter", is that feasible?

Tales of Symphonia Interest Check

Since I have some interest I'll throw the OOC up.

@Hero

Subscribed! Woop!

Tales of Symphonia Interest Check

Ohooo, looks neat~ pinning my interest.

For context, I’ve never played Tales of Symphonia so I’ll treat this as an original Fantasy RP. :3

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

--Ocean Man Cometh--

When within the company of 'less-gifted' teens, Lucretia's unusual behaviour would be as obvious as a floating iron golem charging through a porcelain shop. A thirteen-year-old capable of focusing on a single task to such a degree that one wouldn't be at fault to wonder whether she was truly human or something else, perhaps the Konigsmahne managed to engineer one of those fabled "automatons", a novel concept that couldn't yet be realized even by the best technologists of the Occident... or was it? Perhaps behind the veneer of a young silver-haired teenager lied an advanced set of logic engines capable of self-thought and self-learning, although not perfect, hence explaining the girl's personality.

An automaton, really? A polymath automaton at that? Truly a ludicrous conspiracy theory, one that was preposterous enough to gain the ire of Emmerich von Konigsmahne, Lucretia's father and House patriarch, and any German could tell you that being on the rich and powerful noble's bad side wasn't... ideal to say the least.

An educated fellow could simply deduce that geniuses often had their own quirks, no? Especially since most - if not all - geniuses gathered here didn't quite have the wisdom to compensate for said quirks with life experience. Lucy was unusual, sure, but so was the student body here, after all what were they if not for the brightest youths on Earth? Regardless, the fact remained that the German Polymath had the social charisma of a brick wall, a fact that no doubt one Shou Zheng would experience firsthand.

When the dark-with-red-tint-haired boy's voice reached her ears, Lucy stopped eating, put her fork and knife down, turned her gaze toward him, and blinked once in that specific order. "..." She didn't say anything to him at first, and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that she was studying him, perhaps digging her memories to associate his likeness to someone she already knew, in the end, it seemed she failed, which meant he was a stranger, a one-sided sentiment considering he already knew her looks and name. A few seconds later, she finally replied, "For what purpose?" She asked bluntly, her flat tone devoid of even the slightest bit of sarcasm or hostility, an absurdly far cry from Mademoiselle Bordeaux.

"..." The question was followed by another few seconds of awkward silence before Lucy continued her attempt at 'courtesy', "Perhaps you have business with me, then of course. but first, an introduction is in order, I'm Lucretia von Konigsmahne, and who might you be, sir?"

@Zombehs

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

GOD!

I'm such a dumb dumb.

Sorry for littering the OOC thread, didn't even notice that there was an interest check thread.

Umm, I guess this might be a tad too late, but do you still have any openings? I really, really like the setting, and I don't wanna let that CS of mine go to waste.

@Kumbaris

Yo, Kumbaris, whatever happens, I just want to let you know that your CS is really good and I say this with the context of myself being an Indonesian IRL. You even picked a name that an actual Indonesian girl would have, Bunga Kurniawan, which means Flower and Gift(of God) respectively.

It's clear that you've done your research on the Majapahit Empire, including their religious and cultural tolerance, as the Nusantara is indeed a vastly multicultural region. The Indonesian national motto, as displayed on its national emblem is "Bhinneka Tunggal Ika" which means "Different yet United" in Old Javanese, written by Mpu Tantular, a famous poet that lived during the Majapahit era. (Further Reading: Wikipedia Link)

Furthermore, looking at your post history, your writing style vibes with me.

I sure hope we can meet sometime in the future, whether in Qualia or another RP. I'd like to write with you.

Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

@Izurich 90 percent of what we do is written. Where as some people are sticklers of anime vs real pictures I don't care. Whatever you want. All I care about is a well written sheet, a motivated character, and all of us having some fun!

People getting too caught up in everything else is what kills a Rp in my opinion.

@Midnight Howl

You are right, yes, that's the logical way to go about it. I agree on all of your points, no arguments there.

Unfortunately, I'm among those "some people". :( And specifically, my reason for not preferring pictures of real life people have roots in one of my life principles, in which will be inconsiderate of me to elaborate here since it's deeply personal and emotional, thus will take lots of words to explain adequately.

Nevertheless, good luck with the RP, Howl and everyone! As I can see clear effort being put into this, the synopsis, background lore, and relevant worldbuilding details all packaged in easy-to-read sections. Very nice.

Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

Ooooooh... just saw the example CS and I realized that I might be an idiot.

@Midnight Howl Is this an RP that uses photographs of real life people as faceclaims?

In hindsight, I... should've known better and not predict an RP's faceclaim style direction by the avatar style of the GM.

Symphony of Espers

--Fulminating Fumes--

In the hypothetical scenario that an observer could get a good look on Valkyrie's face when she pulled Teslic Gauss' trigger after aiming it at another person, one could see that coldblooded stillness of a soldier just following orders even if meant someone had to die to fulfill them. Whether she always had the talent to be indifferent to 'justified' murder since birth, or twas' something she developed after the death of her little sister, or even a little bit of both, the truth wasn't clear, the esper herself might not even know the answer. Regardless, the same 'cold stare' could be seen the moment she fired those sabots at Viper's approximate location, yet in this particular case, that was not all, there was a dash of murderous intent in those wide-opened unblinking eyes, this was no longer about following orders, no, this was personal.

However, before she could assess the result of her last three shots, she found herself accosted yet again by another female esper, "Aaargh-?!" A pained scream, half-surprised half-enraged came from her cords as Wukong tackled her, bringing both of them tumbling onto the ground. One could deduce that since they were coworkers, there should be a damn good reason why Liliah dared to disrupt her viper hunting session, and that answer came two-fold in the form of an anti-materiel rifle round narrowly missing her back, smashing against lifeless concrete, then shortly followed by a rocket-propelled explosive, the latter fortunately veered off course by Wukong's storm melody, sending it careening up into the ceiling, exploding there.

"...!" Valkyrie gritted her teeth as her form was pebbled with bits of debris and dust. Right, Wukong just saved her life, she should be thankful for that. The brunette sighed harshly as she remained on the ground, catching her breath, it just dawned her that she had been holding it ever since Viper blinked away. "Thanks..." Merry murmured begrudgingly, believing that she didn't manage to nab herself a viper.

Not only that, some misty bullshit started filling up the hallway now, obviously arcane in nature as she could feel its effects even without breathing it in. Obviously, it's time to abandon ship. Standing up, "Wukong," Valkyrie addressed her comrade as she tapped the ginger's shoulder, a surge of orange sparks traveling from her arm to Liliah's body, a speedster melody delivered via touch, "Fly us across the street, I'll take care of the tangos!"

With that done, she'd literally mount Wukong from behind, piggybacking her, the supernatural rifle rested against Liliah's right shoulder. This way, Wukong should be able to engage her Flight melody to soar out of the window toward the precinct with boosted speed, while Valkyrie could focus on aiming at the windows, taking out those three assholes the moment she could see even an inch of their heads.

With only seconds to spare, there wasn't any time for brainstorming, she needed Liliah to trust her on this.

If the maneuver was successful, there was no doubt that Valkyrie would unleash aerial justice through the three mobsters' heads the moment she saw them. One gauss sabot for each men.

@Crusader Lord

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20 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500

[Bronze Touch] [Speedster] = -32 Mana

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 220

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

--A Missing Patrician--

After taking care of some private business - and not the bathroom kind of private business - Lucretia made her way back to the Hall of the Greats, accompanied by the unquestioningly-loyal Schwarzritter. She entered the already-opened double doors as clockwork symphony graced her ears once more. Hmmm... now she'd just need to locate Mr. Gharbi and dance with him, yet something was rather off. Common sense would dictate that if he invited her for a dance, then he should be waiting near the entrance for convenience, but it seemed either he was late or she arrived earlier than expected.

"Guten Abend, Frau Konigsmahn-..." One of the waitstaff, a German himself, was carrying a tray of sparkling wine in crystal glasses when he recognized the heiress, he tried to greet her only for Lucy to seemingly don't even recognize his existence and just simply walked off. "..." The waiter's polite smile faded into an awkward frown, so what people said regarding her being exceptionally aloof was true, well he just hoped she wasn't singling him out for some reason. Ahaha... yeah, that would be silly, she's just that kind of genius, a shame that the house was using her to further their ambitions though. But eh, what the fuck do I know? These nobles and their politics.

In truth, Lucretia really did have nothing against that particular waiter, she was just deep in thought and didn't recognize someone was specifically addressing her, although her usual expression of an indifferent flat stare whether she was thinking or not didn't exactly help her image, Hmmm... well, his forearm was injured, perhaps he decided to rest a bit more before returning here. It made sense and she couldn't fault him for prioritizing his health over a dance, there were always more opportunities in the future anyway. With that deduction in mind, she decided to pick a vacant spot among the many ornate dining chairs.

This one just so happened to be quite close to the dancing floor so she could get a good look at what's happening there. Oh, that's Herr Steiner... She saw his dance, a show of energetic twirls, leaps, and footwork. It's certainly rather unorthodox considering the 'high culture' style of the event. He finished off the performance like a ballerina, spinning thrice before ending with a flourish. That must've been difficult to perform. Lucy mused as she made barely-audible claps, the noise overwhelmingly drowned out by the music and cheering around the dance floor.

Then Franz seemed to tag someone else to take the stage, a boy with fiery eyes and white hair like hers but further marked by red highlights, wearing a colorful set of Abya Yalan clothes, particularly South Abya Yala it seemed, that poncho was the most distinctive part of the outfit. Lucy didn't know him personally, but he and Franz seemed to be friends. He then proceeded to dance and while Lucy could somewhat recognize that Franz's dance - unorthodox it might be - was distinctly Occidental, especially with the ballerina spin, but this white-haired boy... moved in such a foreign way that Lucy couldn't have any other deductions except that it was an Abya Yalan style. It was enjoyable, although yes, it didn't exactly fit with the music, one didn't need to be an expert dancer to see that.

The Abya Yalan boy soon finished his performance and exited the stage, being approached by Herr Steiner again.

...oh. Right, since every student was here right now and she's not doing anything in particular... this might be a good chance to search for this "Egoist Defector" that Franz mentioned, yes, she should do that. Although... with so many students around - even if she narrowed them to just the Egoists - and without further information on this defector's physical attributes, she would be hard-pressed to identify them. It will be a pointless endeavor... I should wait for a reply instead. Yes, indeed, they should be able to provide her with further information.

For now, well, she supposed it was time to indulge herself a little. Getting up, Lucy proceeded to procure herself a selection of German sausages and hams: bratwurst, frankfurter, wiener würstchen, and others, then finally garnished with a serving of potato salad and sauerkraut. A small portion of each as she had never been someone who ate much. Her order done, the silver-haired girl went back to her previous chair, sat down, and began consuming her meal in peace.