Jazzy

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Alrighty, the age has been pinned down. Imll get a post ready. Just let me know when you are.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Auri Blue said
What have I gotten myself into? o.O

The OOC of the year.

On a side note you should totally PM Allen about our skype group. Lots of planning (and jokes) happens in there.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Ben Voss, Claire Voss, shannin Balore, Deborah Termellio, Jago Javuant

She checked her watch.

8PM, on the dot. Just like they promised.

"You might want to take this!" the man shouted over the rain, offering her an open umbrella. She hugged her coat closer to her body with one hand in a vain effort to keep warm as the water soaked through it. It was raining hard now. With the other she shook her hand in the direction saying 'no'. "It's no good!" she shouted over the howl of the rain, wind, and sea at the docks. "It'll just-" she began only for the umbrella to fold opposite to how it's supposed to. What she had predicted. "That!" she finished, shaking her head. She could hear sirens a little ways away, what was going on?

"You might want to get going then!" the man said, getting off the ship and hurrying away with the broken umbrella in his hands. "Head to the student lounge, last I heard your husband was there before the line cut out." he said, placing a crumpled and soggy map in her hands and opening it, pointing to the lounge and where she was. "You two have a room. He knows where it is. You find him, you find shelter!" he said, before quickly hurrying off. "Wait sir, I-" she began, only for the man to hurry off and miss her over the sound of the storm. She looked down at the map again, and sighed. The captain of the transport ship had been in semi-frequent contact with the island for a while and not too long ago the connection cut. Arriving on the island during a storm, with it being pretty damn dark, and sirens not far made her nervous. She took a step and nearly jumped out of her skin when another powerful lightning strike fired off not far from where she was. She let out a quick "EEP!" and hurried away and off the docks, trying to make sense of the crumpled map from tthe condensation on her glasses and through the rain and noise. As she hurried along she walked past what seemed to be ambulence cars. Her eyes bulged as someone or thing even bigger than Ben walked out of the building, and began shouting into the sky. It hadn't noticed her. So she hurried onward, but she couldn't help but wonder... had it spoken english?

After several minutes of running, she eventually happened upon what seemed to be the lounge.

She burst inside, heaping and gasping for air fromt he constant running, and immediately felt the tiredness she hadn't yet felt from the adrenaline of running through the rain in fear of being struck by lightning. The lights were on, and there seemed to be a boy, on the ground surrounded by a red liquid. It wasn't thick enough to be blood, but it seemed to scare the shit out over everyone, especially the biggest person in the room... Ben!

Ben, when the lights came on, gave what looked like a soundless scream and rushed over to Jago as if her was about to perform CPR on the poor African American boy. When he stood up, he wipped his forehead in relief, and looked like he was about to hug the kid. There was an African American woman, and a redheaded chick. Nice. Immediately she set up a connection with Ben's mind, and Ben whipped around to face her as she did so.

Before Ben could even notice her, Deborah had realized that Claire was there (The woman knows Ben well, likely a romantic interest of some sort). Oh, how cute. The Gentle-Giant has a girlfriend. That wasn't too unexpected, since it's all about finding the right one. Deborah's gaze briefly peered towards Shannon - before she had to smile. Yup. All about finding the right one. Deborah watched them though... they didn't utter a single word - which in Ben's case - (The woman is a telepath, and they are having a mental conversation) -.oooooh, okay. That makes sense. Deborah couldn't read the woman as accurately as everyone else. Deborah herself was going to watch as their mental conversation take place... She could see the similiarites between her mental conservations with Shannon.

"...Claire?!" she heard him think. One's voice translated into their thoughts much like how it would be if they were speaking. She had a great idea what Ben would actualy sound like, if he could actually speak. His voice was deep, exactly the kind of voice you would expect from a man like him, but it had a childish and friendly undertone to it, very different from what he could be.

"The one and only!" she replied, walking over with a big smile and hugging Ben, who went stiff as a board as her clothes were soaked and freezing cold.

"Cold!" she heard him think. She release the hug and gave him an apologetic look, and took a few steps back. She was about to reply, but Ben must've felt it, and beat her to the punch.

"Redhead is Shannon, really nice girl, can control cotton!" he though to her, motioning to Shannon wildly and striking a pose next to her. Then he wound up his arms and pointed to Deborah. "This is Deborah! I dont really know exactly what she does, but she's really close friends with Shannon!" and then he jumped over to Jago. "Jago is my brother from another much younger mother. He makes shields and steals things." he said, then he motioned over to Nicholas. "His fire makes EXCELLENT popcorn! Want some?" he thought to her, picking up the bag he had set down when the lights came back on and offering it to her. As he did so, she noticed that there were little glowing plants in his hands that he had no doubt been using at some point. They slithered under his sleeves and disappeared into the darkness, the glow fading away as if traveling far away. She took the bag of popcorn from Ben as she felt him realize something, and then ate as he did a frantic dance and showing the group his ring finger, taking off the simple golden band and holding it outwards, before pointing at her. She sighed at her husband's idiocy, with Ben not helping by adding "I also helped save them from a collapsing shipwreck!"

Nevermind he was ADHD as fuck when it came to though process. What the fuck did he do while she was gone (He didn't cheat on her, that's for sure!). Of course not cheating. Ben's too stupid to realize you can date other women while married and potentially get away with it. It was a no-no to him.

"I heard that." she heard him think.

"Sorry you all had to deal with that," she began. "Ben told me who you were, Shannon, Deborah, and Jago, correct?" she said. "I'm Claire. If you haven't figured it out, which is okay if you havent because Ben's terrible at chirades, I'm Ben's wife." she said. "It's a pleasure to meet you?"

"Yo, lady," Jago started off, turning towards Claire as drips of gatorade dropped off of him - he needed to take a damn shower. "How did Big-Man tell you shit? He ain't got no board." He raised an eyebrow. Jago sized up the woman - well, she was bigger than he was. And kinda looked a little Asian! Weren't they tiny and shit? Well, theres also plenty of rumours about them fucking tentacle monsters, but are those true? With this weird ass school, anything possible. Like that one guy who could mindfuck people. Or that one girl who could inflate her tits. Maaaan, that girl was awesome. Too bad she pushed herself and made her them explode in a cloud of milk and flesh. Oh! That reminded him... He looked up Claire's curvature and tiiiight. But nice tits, though. Jago laughed to himself as he thought.

Shannon rolled her eyes at Jago's rude comment. Of course the boy couldn't see outside the box just for one second - he wasn't the brightest light. Shannon herself could come up with a few theories on how this woman knows them. The easiest one had to be that Ben told her earlier today rather than recently. "Hello there..." Shannon said with a blank face. Personally, she didn't care too much for Claire right off the bat. Merely because she knew that she'd get a reason to dislike her... Though, that's what she thought about Ben before she... started.... liking him...

God dammit.

"Hello there." Deborah finally said something after scanning everyone else's reactions, and making up her own response.

Claire raised an eyebrow and took a second. It was much harder to do this with others not named Ben Voss. She took a moment, and after a few seconds felt Jago's mind in her own. She frowned at the mount of porn in his memory. Like, Jesus tapdancing Christ. "Like this. Honeslty, Pornhub isn't that good kid. Get to the good stuff." she projected. "Thanks for the compliment!" she thought in a whimsical tone. She briefly wondered what Ben would think of this. He'd probably want to strangle the poor kid for a second, but he'd sleep on it and nothing would change. "Tits, and mundane thoughts centered around porn. The usual." she commented, looking over at Shannon and waving. "Hello! It's a pleasure to meet you!" She then looked over at Deborah. "You're Deborah, yes? Ben's told me a lot about you two being really close friends." She said, walking forward and taking Deborah's hand and shaking it, and then doing the same for Shannon. "Jago is your cousin, yes?" She said, directing the question to Deborah.

It felt a bit... awkward... talking to a telepath. It sounded hypocritical given that her power was a living invasion of privacy (And she has commited many acts of invasion of privacy), but she was a Secret Keeper. Her head was full of things that she would rather keep private, and there was no way - that she can tell - she could stop it. For others, and herself. A telepath defeated the purpose of that epithet, didn't it? Worse of all, Claire could easily learn of the real relationship between herself and Shannon... They are more than just being close friends. Deborah was going to give her the benefit of the doubt and hope that she'll follow a mutal Secret Keeper agreement.

"Yes, yes, and yes." Deborah replied cheerfully, using a matching smile to mask her deep down thoughts and worries. "Deborah Termellio, Secret Keeper and..." She had to trail off, she figured that what she was going to say to Claire was best done... mentally. She extended her hand to Claire so she could shake it - but the moment she did, Deborah would send her a mental message of her own:

Hello, Claire, I'll cut to the chase, I know that you're a telepath. The way you know of things and how my power works tells me so. I need to ask that you keep anything you get out of my head, well, a secret. I know it sound odd, but I know things. Things that would... bother people if they ever got out. And I'm not just talking about me.

Upon shaking hands with Shannon she had set up something with Deborah, and cut the line she had with Jago. She wasn't good enough to be reading multiple people at once unless it was a 'group call'. As their minds linked, and she tuned in just as Deborah began to speak about how her power worked. She momentarily picked at her memoties and quickly realized why she was explaining this. "I understand." she replied. "Ben's secretly really worried about turning into a plant one day and would probably go ape shit if he heard me tell you this. Keep that a secret and I'll keep all of yours." she said, giving Deborah a smile to add a humorous tint, and winked.

Thanks. Deborah replied, mentally as always. She felt a bit relieved that Claire was willing to keep it all a secret - Claire even told her a secret of her own. Which was more or less sealing the deal. Deborah would never share a secret (at least, not intentionally). Everything that goes into her never comes out, and she intended on keeping it that way. Deborah broke contact with Claire and smiled.

Ben in the meantime was chasing Jago around with a poolstick attempting to bash his skull in and get around the shield.

"HAHAHA, ULTIMATE SHIELD, BABY!" Jago shouted as he laughed like a madman as Ben couldn't get through his shields. Nothing could. NOTHING! "CAN'T TOUCH THIS SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT!'" Your wife's tits are amazing!

"... Play nice you two..." Deborah had to moan as she facepalmed.

"Dear lord..." Shannon put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. Looks like Ben and the Fool are going at it. With a pool cue. In the middle of a crowded room. For no reason at all. She'd expect this kind of behavior from Jago, but Ben? Maybe she got a little hasty. Though, she was curious about what was going on Debby-side. She got the feeling something was up. Maybe it was how Claire knew about certain things... Ah... Shannon guessed the woman was an Information type. Most likely telepath going off that "tits and mundane thoughts" off-comment. Otherwise Deborah wouldn't be this interestest would she? Ah, she must be worried about word of us getting out... I don't know why, we are something beautiful. Shannon thought to herself, she wasn't worried about a thing. Because Claire would learn about it either way.

Claire briefly heard Ben shout something in his own mind about Jago getting the ability to shield from DNA mixing with the torn condom his dad used that led to his birth. "Language!" she said to him. She had to keep her loveable man-child in line somehow. "There's something going on by the cafeteria. If any of ya'll know anything about that do tell. But I aint going out there again for a while." she said nodding over to the lounge doors.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Hello everyone!

My name is Jazzy as you know, Allen has been running 218 off site for a while and when we moved he made my his sidekick(or Buttslave) to help run the show and/or add to idiocy/immaturity/silliness that goes on in the roleplay and it's OOC. Here is a montage of all the highlights I thought was pretty funny throughout THIS OOC (not the old one in Casual). Do note this is a mature (lol) roleplay, so there is language and nods to sexual topics here and there. Nothing over the top, but if you're offended by that, this is your fair warning.

Enjoy.

Fitting Music

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MrAllenJ said
Jazzy(Butt-Slave)

Dragonbud said
I'm not happy Allen, I demand a back massage

Jazzy said
(In response to Dragonbud)He isnt even your real mom.

InfernoBlaze said
I just lost my Advanced virginity today!

Jazzy said
You all are cockblocking Matt so hard right now lol

Dragonbud said
(In response to Jazzy) good

InfernoBlaze said
Gender: French

MrAllenJ said
Alright scrublords, since I barely give any fucks, my skype info is Mr AllenJ. Since I don't really care if my skype is out there (Cam whores seem to find my skype just fine).

InfernoBlaze said
Don't fall in love with me ladies, my face is on the profile picture :P

Leonerdo said
(In response to InfernoBlaze)
Hey, why don't you think of the men for once?

Dragonbud said
Allen don't you dare post before me I will attack

InfernoBlaze said
You should start with patting on the head! :P

Estylwen said
(in response to InfernoBlaze)
Which head?

MrAllenJ said
I hope you guys enjoy my latest post. Five hours went into that.

Leonerdo said
(In response to MrAllenJ)
It sucked.

Cryptiic said
- Henry Olin (Young teacher, ex-student. Also known as Mr."Hi, I'm a 7'3 friendly and upbeat scary humanoid lizard/alligator/whatever with a Phd.")

He Who Walks Behind said
This RP is about to get Ho Yay as fuck. Since Henry can change genders, we have a TON of possibilities to work with here.

MrAllenJ said
(quoted in OOC from IC)
"He broke the fourth wall, get him!" Nikki loudly shouted, pointing a finger.

Everyone in the room teamed up to collectively bitchslap Matt for his heinous crimes.

MrAllenJ said
"Hey you faggots, we're suddenly in space!"

Jazzy said
Fine, I'll be the mature one.

lol 69 IC posts.

Cryptiic said
Oh no... My OCD's worse nightmare... A post I've written with a typo was quoted... Now I'll never be able to erase its stain from the forum... D:
The edit button... It does nothing... O_O
*Commits Seppuku*

Leonerdo said

Barak Obama X Spiderman Slashfic

"With great power comes great responsibility..." Barack recited. He took a slow drag from a cherry flavored cigar and held it in his mouth before releasing it into the air, where the smoke danced through the air. He leaned back into his cotton rotating chair and propped his shiny leather shoes up on his coated, mahogany desk. "That's what he said, right? Your uncle Ben?"

The masked protector of Manhattan hung upside down from the ceiling, a mere couple feet above the soft carpet in the Oval Room. His body was relaxed, but his mind was racing. Here he was in the office of the most powerful man in the free world - just alone with him and him alone. He was honored to be where he was, but all he could think about was how dashing his President was in a well-tailored suit. He might be Spider-Man on the outside, but on the inside, he was still an overexcited little boy with the opportunity of a lifetime.

"...Yes." Spidey said, hesitating only for a moment. "He wanted me to remember the value of our decisions, and how they affect others."

"I see. He must have been a fine man." Barack replied. He turned around in his spinning chair to take a brief look out the window that oversaw the city of Washington D.C. before turning back around to look straight to the eyes of Spider-Man's mask. "He must have been for him to have raised such a fine young man."

Spidey felt his face heat up beneath his mask and his chest tightened. "Oh, no, no... it was nothing. I'm just doing my duty."

"Your duty?" The President parroted. His face displayed surprise and admiration. "But most men and women don't feel duty until they pick up a badge. You sprung out one day from the depths of New York City and starting saving people."

Spider-Man tried to deny these claims, "but, no, you see, that's what--", but Barack wouldn't have any of it. He interjected, saying, "save your modesty, Spider-Man. Take the compliment. You saved my life. Don't you remember? I was flying over Manhattan and..."

"...and your plane stalled. Something got stuck in one of the propellers and the wing ripped off the jet. You were right next to it and--"

"--and I fell. I fell from thousands of feet in the air, Spidey. I was terrified. I owe you my life. I owe you everything a man could ever offer."

Spider-Man felt the inside of his chest flutter. Barack has done everything in his power to make him and his family comfortable. His Aunt May was given a house further from the city with payed monthly mortgage and he himself was offered this chance to talk to him alone in this office without any surveillance. And to think he'll be here for an entire week with Barack Obama! It was unbelievable! Maybe he'll be able to meet the First Lady Michelle and maybe their kids and maybe--

His train of thought was interrupted when his conversational partner stood up from the chair and snuffed his cigar out in the ashtray. His heart and mind was racing. What was he planning to say? Or what to do? Barack set the cigar down and paced around his desk, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. He was so refined, and so tailored. It was at this moment that He was all Spidey could think about. Barack ended his pacing when he met in front of Spidey, mere inches in front of his mask. "You're an example to us all." He started saying, his usual authoritative voice was softened. More intimate. "You're a symbol that anyone can help."

Barack drew his hands closer to Spider-Man's mask. The hero could barely see past his dizziness. "Why are you doing all this for me?"

The President didn't stop or hesitate once. He pulled down Spidey's mask halfway. "Because I have hope." He told him. Then he leaned forward and pressed his dark warm lips against Spidey's. It was at that moment that the hero's heart erupted, and everything he thought he knew was gone. All he cared about in this moment was getting closer to him. Spidey pressed more firmly against' Barack's lips, returning his affection. The President held the back of his head and pressed the two toward each other. There were fireworks in the Oval Office today, and the two shared this brief moment of intimacy together before Obama slowly broke off the kiss. Spidey hung there, utterly stunned by the events that had occurred. The line snapped and the hero fell limply onto the floor, but that did little to snap him out of his current trance.

Barack, too, seemed unfazed. He straightened his suit and tie and looked at his watch. "I have a conference meeting to go to in a few minutes across district."

The President walked to the other end of the room and opened the door to the hallway. He looked back for a brief moment at the starstruck hero that still layed on the ground. "I'll see you later tonight, Spidey." He purred with a wink.

Spider-Man simply raised a thumbs up sign with his hand before he dropped his arm back onto the ground. Barack flashed him a final, charming smile before he closed the door to oversee the congressional commune.

Jazzy said
I claim post 200!

MrAllenJ said
(In response to Jazzy)
and on this day the size of your e-peen doubled.

Jazzy said
(quoted in OOC from IC)
"And to answer your question, Nikki, my creator is a mid teenage male and my girlfriend is hot. Sex is a thing." he said, shrugging, not looking back at the explosion that was the 4th wall being blown to smithereens for the second time this act. "I hope Adam starts the training soon."

Cryptiic said
Or you could just retro-actively insert him into the story. A lot of new characters are introduced that way.
You could even arrange via PM with some of the other writers introducing new characters themselves for your character to have interacted with theirs the other day. That way, it helps establish a consistent timeline and makes it seem less like your character is just popping out of nowhere..
Just because you are a bit late to the role play doesn't mean your character necessarily has to be as well...
You could use Zack King's introduction on page four as an example.

PS: New drinking game, take a shot for every time I write the word "Character".

Jazzy said
Lol Adam said hands on training.

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Everything in here is a response to the last. I hope your body is ready for what you're about to read.

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Cryptiic said
Spiky tentacles... Hmm... I've seen enough Hentai to know where this is going...

MrAllenJ said
There'll be no tentacle porn on my watch!

Jazzy said
If it's not tentacle porn, it's lizard porn. Both of my characters are very capable of one of those things.

CHOSE WISELY.

MrAllenJ said
Well the joke's on you asshole

0. Lizard porn, and tentacle porn are strictly forbidden, whoever breaks these rules will have a piano dropped on them.


It's against the ruuuules

THE RUUUULES

Jazzy said
Piano porn is a thing.

I am okay with this.

MrAllenJ said
0. Lizard porn, tentacle porn, ESPECIALLY piano porn, are strictly forbidden, whoever breaks these rules will have a piano dropped on them.


Thank you for reminding me.

Jazzy said
I will manipulate the rules to my bidding via porn.

I am Matt. The universe bends to my will(y).

MrAllenJ said
-2. All characters named Matt will be sentenced to the headmaster's BDSM dungeon for all eternity.

-1. The universe does not bend to your will, Jazzy, it bends to my oversized dick.


Let's see how far that gets you

MrAllenJ said
Ah fuck, I forgot this rule too

-3. All BDSM dungeons are to be referred as Chuck Testa Dungeons

(Inside joke, we used to be on a forum where the censor for BDSM was Chuck Testa)

Jazzy said
17. Do not have fun. I will make sure this RP will be the more painful moments of your young life!


This rule went to shit fast.

The mods are fun here!

MrAllenJ said
We are saving the RP from ourselves.

Jazzy said
WE ARE THE CAPTAINS OF THIS SHIP, AND IF I SAY WE SAIL INTO THE ICEBERG, WE SAIL INTO THE ICEBERG DAMNIT.

MrAllenJ said
Our ship is the SS. Ass Pirate and we sail the seven seas on the prowl for booty

Jazzy said
(in response to a new person wanting to join about a minute after posting the message above)
YAARR

WELCOME TO THE SS. ASS PIRATE, YOU WISH TO SAIL WITH US ON OUR QUEST FOR BOOTY???

I BE FIRST MATE JAZZY, YE BEST BE POSTIN YER CHARACTER SHEET IN THE CHARACTER DEPOSITE, LINKED ON THE FERST OR SECOND POST ON THE FERST PAGE.

Cryptiic said
Don't mind the mods, they were just discussing boating, leadership and tentacle sex.

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Obscene Symphony said
Sorry for the inconvenience, I guess this is what happens when you write after midnight (yes, I am totally softcore)

Jazzy said
(In response to Obsene Symphony)

WIENY

Jazzy said
This is Alex: *snip*

Dear god. Longest working link ever.

(The link to the picture had 13000 characters)

InfernoBlaze said
She uses body language? Must have missed it!

Cryptiic said
Yeah, it looks something like this:

(In between the above post and the one below there was a spat about Maple Syrup and Canadian invasion, don't ask)

Leonerdo said
1,000 x X, where X is the value of the speed of potato, represented by miles per hour per potato speed, or mph/ps.

x = mph/ps = 0

x = 0

1,000 x 0 = 0

So, the speed of a potato, when multiplied by 1,000, remains at a value of zero.

Brought to you by "Math Time With Leo."

MrAllenJ said
Seth is accepted, his rating is....

Whatever 8

MrAllenJ said
Oh, Paige's rating is...

I barely care anymore 8

Jazzy said
Gangster!Henry inbound.

(Female!Henry, Jesus!Henry, BasedGod!Henry, Human!Henry, etc are all things as well)

Space Communist said
"Valjean's SAND STREAM kicked up a sandstorm!"

Leonerdo said
If there's another person over six feet or can bench press over a hundred-seventy-five pounds, I will bust a nut. Suffer from erectile dysfunction. Spontaneous genitalia combustion. My ballsack will explode.

Jazzy said
(in response to Leonerdo)
*Insert Superman character sheet here*

MrAllenJ said
(In response to Jazzy)
Rejected. Ur not cool enough.

Jazzy said
(In response to MrAllenJ)
I use my godly mod powers to accept it.

GG

MrAllenJ said
(In response to Jazzy)
You whore.

SerpentGear said
I am considered to be above the national average height for females.

Jazzy said
(In response to SerpentGear)
So's my dick.

I couldn't resist I'm so sorry.

Jazzy said
666 posts not counting this one.

All hail our lord and savior, satan.

EDIT:

Gangster!Henry's theme song:

Leonerdo said
I actually don't understand this fixation with this character having to hold her breath.

MrAllenJ said
(in response to Leonerdo)
I can think of some sex jokes.

MrAllenJ said
I had Tess approach Quinn. I plan on making Theresa the worst flirt in the entire RP. No matter how hard everyone tries.

Jazzy said
(In response to MrAllenJ)
Challenge fucking accepted.

MrAllenJ said
(in response to Jazzy)
Prepare for the storm, motherfucker.

MrAllenJ said
... I LOVE COLLAB POSTS, NOTHING MAKES MY DICK HARDER

InfernoBlaze said
I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Leonerdo said
(in response to InfernoBlaze)

Jazzy said
(in response to InfernoBlaze)

MrAllenJ said
(in response to InfernoBlaze)

Jazzy said
Henry can breath underwater from his skin. He'll jump down and will meet Atticus at the bottom.

MrAllenJ said
(In response to Jazzy)
"Henry can breath underwater from his cock. He'll jump down and will meet Atticus at the bottom."

Fixed.

Jazzy said
(in response to Allen)
He CAN breath underwater through his wang actually...

No shame. He has the world's most powerful and versatile wang. Not only that, but he has TWO of them!

QuietThinker said
Why won't it let me post :(

(He then proceeded to post that exact message ten times)

MrAllenJ said
I totally want to replace the "deer" with a human being in my post now.

Now, I think we should discuss where we're going to go after our many collab posts. There's a lot of loose ends here.

I updated the third post with arena-layouts, right now there's only three, but if someone can come up with a good one, then I'm all ears. I updated Theresa's sheet by the way. Rewritten her personality with ideas I had that just make her seem more rounded, and I also explained her regeneration a bit. I also updated Dana's too since a fellow moderator said that she can do more than I thought she could. Details are in the other section.

I would update relationships, but this site is being a butt at the moment, so I'll save it for later

(He then proceeded to take up a whole page with that post)

MrAllenJ said
I have contacted the mods, and they will be fixerizing things shortly.

(They never did)

Kynapon said
Them's fightin' words.

MrAllenJ said
They are

but I assure you, you do not want to fight none of this:

SerpentGear said
I walked in, do I see people having a Fullmetal Alchemist conversation?

Leonerdo said
(In response to SerpentGear)
No, we're talking pornography.

MrAllenJ said
BEFORE JAZZY EVEN GETS THE CHANCE

I CLAIM POST 1000 MOTHERFUCKERS

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Jazzy said
(In response to MrAllenJ)
u wot m8

Estylwen said
Shit, there are monsters in the dark. D:

Jazzy said
(In response to Estylwen)
They're all comin' for that booty.

( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ ° )

MrAllenJ said
Jazzy has been demoted to buttslave for being a scrublord.

Mr Allen J said
All praise the based penis.

MrAllenJ said
The 300th post is mine, motherfuckers.

Jazzy: -0
Me: 9001

Jazzy said
(in response to MrAllenJ)
Fuck off.

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And there you have it. Keep in mind that we moved from Casual to Advanced about two months ago so the other half of the OOC hasn't been covered and will probably be saved for another post. There is also a huge amount of idiocy in the IC of both the Advanced and Casual threads and don't even get me started on our skype group. We have a gargantuan amount of stupid/hilarity that goes on, and if I tried to find everything, I'd be here all week, and you would probably suffocate from laughter.

Also, if you want to join in on the fun, Academy 218 is still open and will probably remain so. Hope you enjoyed!

City of Gold OOC

Ugh, I'm sorry guys, I'll have a post up soon. This week has hit me hard and I've been really busy. I'll make time for it. I promise.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Joanna Vipera

Name: Joanna Vipera
Age: Naga as creatures can live for a very long time, and in human years she'd around 123, by human standards, she appears to be 25 or so.
Gender: Female.
Birthplace: Myanmar
Religious Affiliation: Unaffiliated.
Secular Affiliation: Nagi
Level of education: Extremely high for a woman, on par with most averagely educated men.
Social status: Slave
Occupation: Former Sage and Huntress. Explorer.
Appearance:

Based upon this image

This is where we get interesting.

Joanna, if that’s even her real name, is a rather tall individual (standing at a solid 5’9) with long legs and a distinct hourglass build with a large rear and chest, with a small waist. Her appearance generally ranges from place to place due to her habit of taking the ethnicity and racial appearance that is most favored in whatever region of the world she is in. So her facial appearance will be described IC side, and variations between her appearances will change throughout the duration of the RP.

However, when the gloves come off, Joanna’s real appearance comes to light. At a staggering twenty five feet long, and generally at the elevation at around seven feet high and weighing about as much as two large men, Joanna is what is described in Indian culture as a Naga. From the waist upwards she looks like a human of Arian decent, save for a few differences such as claws being on her hands instead of nails, having fangs, and having light scaling on her shoulders and back giving her a slightly browning hue. Her mouth is capable of splitting at the lower jaw, and dislocating, and opening far wider than what a normal human should be able to. Like a viper, there are two fangs that fold against the roof of her mouth that can fold back. Because she is the nonvenomous variant of Nagi, these are vestigial and serve no purpose other than to simply make a bite more painful. She has a thin elfish face leading to a sharp chin. Her hair is light brown, almost blonde, and falls to the small of her back in length. She has large, wide green eyes that have elliptical, snake like pupils that are separated by a relatively small pointed nose. Another notable feature is that she has long elfish ears that stick out of her hair. Her lower half is where the huge difference comes in. As a Naga she only has two limbs (being their arms) and part snake, she has no legs and instead has a huge and thick snake lower body that makes up the majority of her size and weight and is incredibly strong, being the constrictor variant of Nagi. Her scales are smooth to the touch and have a distinct coloration akin to that of a red tailed boa, with a red tail end and all. Her height and dexterity make her ability to wield her six-foot staff much most effectively than when she takes the shape of a human.

Personality:
As a Sage, she is extremely wise and patient. She always has been the one who waits for the right moment to strike or to speak and wields her words as effectively as any weapon because of it. She’s extremely clever and uses her superior schooling to add to her sarcasm, which most do not catch. This schooling is not human based, rather is taught to the Naga by the Nagas themselves in a teacher-student fashion much like today. They are slightly less advanced than humans as a whole are, and therefor do not have knowledge of all things, but are farther ahead in other subjects, such as the medical revolution (You’d be surprised to know that people didn’t know washing their hands helped fight disease. The Naga have realized this). Her intellect and naturally huge memory makes her quick on her tongue and smart on the street when need be, and like most snakes she’d much rather slither away and live to hunt another day. She can come across as condescending at times, and maybe as the type of person who ‘knows better’, making her seem as if she’s a bit of a bossy nanny at times. While she does come across this was she has good intentions, and in general would much more likely jump on the chance to make a friend over and enemy.

Skill set:
Huntress – Joanna is an excellent hunter, and is capable of moving much more quietly than any normal human. She uses the surprise method that normal snakes do, which is get as close as possible and strike in a burst of speed that’s very hard to react to. She’s not exactly fleet footed though and wont be chasing anyone of thing down though while in Naga form.

Sage – Joanna has general knowledge of what plants do what, and with this comes basic knowledge of alchemy. No, don’t eat that berry you dope! That’s poisonous! As a sage she has done a lot of reading to improve her patience and knowledge bank and has basic knowledge of many things, such as sailing and cooking.

Nurse – Joanna has knowledge of first aid most wouldn’t think of, cleaning the wound, washing hands, swelling, etc. Basic first aid. She won’t be saving you from being stabbed by a sword but she’ll be able to help your hand from being infected by a minor cut.

Staff Martial Artist – Joanna is excellent with her staff, and will find a use for it in almost any situation possible, whether it be fighting, or simply poking things she’s too smart to walk up and touch. She is capable of improvising other items such as brooms or sticks or rakes into makeshift weapons should she be disarmed.

Basic Magic – Her staff is more than just a staff. It is a well-crafted piece of art that is a right of passage for Naga who wish to explore the outside world. It is an enchanted piece of work, and Joanna knows how to use it effectively. The staff’s ability is that it conceals its owner, and can only be take off by its owner. Essentially, it’s what keeps her appearance looking human instead of looking half snake. It turns her tail into legs. It is infused with her blood, meaning only she can activate or deactivate the spell and can do so at will, unless the staff is broken, which will result in her default appearance returning to view. Her staff must be in her disposal (In her hands, on her back, etc.) for the spell to apply to her. She will be capable of preparing objects or enchanting them with the proper supplies and equipment. Like all Naga Joanna is not capable of doing this naturally and cannot throw fireballs or cast spells normally.

Languages: Most Indian Dialects, Portuguese, English, Spanish, some assorted African languages, as well as some Arabic. Her ability to know so understand languages is due to her incredible memory and ability to learn. However, she is not nearly as good at speaking Spanish and Arabic, and cannot read and write any of these languages save for the Indian dialects.

Bio:
Joanna was born under one of the wealthier families in one of the underground Nagi cities, and received her schooling up until reaching adulthood there. Soon after she went under the apprenticeship of other, much older Naga, and became curious of the rest of the world beyond their cities. Others had left to explore, and soon she was in training to join them. She had been told from the beginning to remain hidden at all times, as humans are terrified and violent to what they don’t understand and if she were to survive she would need to know how to blend in.

It is a right of passage for a Naga to enchant a certain object or possession they are to take with them at all times when they explore outside their underground cities. So Joanna, from scratch, created her wooden staff, and with the help of her master, was able to enchant the staff she had created. It had been carved and intricately designed and was a beautiful project. When she finished, she was set off prepared and ready for the world. She was captured in Africa, and is currently located on a slave ship to be sold into Europe, most of her items have been confiscated, and her true appearance has been revealed. She got in her current situation while visiting Africa, and was abducted for the Triangular trade's economy along with many other African men and women.

This has been heavily summarized. A TL;DR per say. Will be expanded upon more throughout the RP.

Notes:
The best way to fight a monster is with a monster.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

SerpentGear said
I'm trying to think of something to post, but I'm bad at doing casual conversations between two characters who are seldom genuinely casual. Atticus will walk into someone soon, though, since he's leaving the hospital.Also, Allen, you really fooled me on the last post. I was certain your character was dead for a moment.

There's only a body that's been carted through the front, with Henry who just walked outside screaming. Not to mention the sirens and officer and ambulance vehicles right outside.

Also, I'd recommend interacting with other characters outside your own. Ask someone to do a collab or something.

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If this is still open, I'm very interested. I have a... Different idea for a character, nothing rediculous, but different. If it's still open, please PM New Yorker. I'd like to shoot the idea to you to get your thoughts on it.

Obsidian: Wyverns

I believe it is. Either Latin or Italian, the languages are close.

I'm waiting on Lyndyn or Roman to post, once that happens I'll get Hannibal and Cyrus up ASAP

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

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