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Pondering my choice of caffiene for the morning
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1 mo ago
You working on one of those digimon V-pet for the computer, games?
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1 mo ago
It would heal me to know that the waffle house suits approve the likeness of their restaurant being used for a tekken stage
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1 mo ago
I haven't played much to really give good picks. I will say dead rising 1&2 are pretty fun. Although the first one's time limit gimmick can be a little frustrating at first.
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1 mo ago
I'd say it depends on your taste in game genres. Can't really give reccs without knowing your tastes. Like say I recommend one of those farming games but you don't care for that genre.
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Just some rando. I'm 20+ so no worries about rping with a kid.
"Neith is it? Well I'll remember that and hopefully I can find you somewhere in this town. The name's Dion. Now I excuse me, I need to go leave. "Having said that, he'd leave the tavern. It was time to take care of business. He smiled as he walked through the town, it was good that he already had two people he could hopefully rope into assisting him.
He'd enter the mayor's office introducing himself, "Greetings. I'm Dion Tacgnol and I'm here on behalf of the Arcanium. I hope you have received our message. We learned about what happened to to this town and we take the threat of rogue magical operations like these very seriously. I've been sent to investigate and real with whatever may remain after the fire. However, I'd like to know more about the cult and the forest if that is possible. As we know only the basic history." He would produce identification in the form of a symbol of the order with his name on it.
Appearance: A tanned man with shaggy wavy dark purple hair. His eyes are amber and his build is suitably athletic and is of average height. His apparel consists of a navy blue duster worn over a dark-shirt. His pants are a dark blue as well and just as well worn as his duster. On his waist is a belt containing a scabbard for his blade. He also has a glove-like apparatus on his left hand that also acts as a dock for the drone that he deploys. He also wears as a good-luck charm a necklace with the figure of a blue teardrop shaped blob with wide eyes and a smile.
The drone is basically a ball with a light in the middle that makes it look like an eyeball. Dangling below it is a strip of some synthetic fiber mixture that has various symbols painted on both sides making it reminiscent to certain type of talismans..
Personality: Tace is natural wanderer and he has a bit of a gambling habit. All of which fits his sort of nomadic and somewhat shifty lifestyle. He flows like water and tries to not get too hung up on things. It is easy to think to that he's just some happy-go-lucky idiot. Of course that's wrong. He has willingly entered through a terrible conflict and endured the loss of comrades and friends. As well as the bitterness of crushing defeat. Of course that's all in the past, and maybe one day the memories will get hazy enough they won't weigh down on him so much.
History:
Tace was born at the edge of the world on one of the islands sandwiched between Gongaga and the Woodlands area island. Life was simple, but not necessarily comfortable. Not being much for island life, and having a slight penchant towards conflict he'd head outwards and northwards and would do many jobs. Eventually becoming part of a mercenary group. And times were good as a mercenary, Shinra and the nation of Wutai were at conflict and there was lucre for picking a side.
Initially he was on the Shinra side as it felt like it would be winning side, despite the promises of a reward from the desperate Wutai nation. But he had a change of heart as something about the land was captivating and he also found himself questioning the role of this war from the side of Shinra. It was just an exercise in imperial expansion and he found himself hating his role more and more. He would then defect and join the opposing side of one of many opposing forces.
Despite the initial distrust, he would prove himself admirably. Eventually he would make new friends and allies in the Wutai aligned groups. This would all prove worthless as despite their victories here and there, the might of Shinra and their damned SOLDIERS were just too overpowering and Wutai just couldn't seem to get an upper-hand for too long. Defeat was imminent as parts of Wutai were already coming under Shinra control. He and others would rush and join various insurgencies but that just lead to more loses militarily as well as personal.
Eventually Wutai had been subjugated. The once proud nation had been reduced to being a chintzy tourist trap. It was sort of cruel mercy as they were spared destruction and assimilation, but were now a cartoon version of the real thing. Tace was now alone with the people he knew being dead or dispersed from the conquest. He would go from failed freedom fighter to a mercenary again. Even with Shinra damn near controlling everything there was still chaotic spots where bounty hunters would be needed, and then there were those Mako reactors. Monsters seemed to appear in the regions that have them which also makes good money.
Life is now just lived being as fickle as the wind. He goes wherever his services would need it, gets money and occasionally burns it on nice things or gambling.
Weapon: Tace fights with two weapons. His primary one is the drone-talisman device he has created. It acts as a conduit for casting magic with whatever materias are inserted in it. It also acts as a distraction from him as it will be more closer and annoying to the foe(s) he's fighting. When at closer range he will employ the use of a curved sabre to do some melee damage.
Skills: Tinkering- He has a fair amount of knowledge when it comes to devices, construction, and etc which are useful when it came to making his drone.
Crippling Strike- Sword hit that's less about trying to destroy/kill and more about disabling the target
Guerilla Warfare: He picked up some up during his stint in the failed rebellion group in Wutai that was battling Shinra forces.
Tracking & survival: It's a blend of knowledge and experience from his war days and mercenary jobs he has.
Equipment:
Slide-smartphone: Smartphone with a slide-out keyboard. Chosen because he hates using touch screens and prefers the tactile feedback of the buttons.
Rations & water
His lucky charm
Potions
Ethers
Antidote
A magi-tek car that could best described as what if Columbo's shitty car got turned into a rat-rod
Materia: Time and Seal
LIMIT BREAK: Sword soul's pure intent: TL;DR Wuxia as fuck themed Knights of the round. The talisman of the drone suddenly expands into an impossibly long scroll. From within the scroll a shit ton of swords materialize into reality like a swarm of bees. Tace using gestures or thoughts alone can make them act like an extension of himself as they attack in unison and or swarm around him in a storm of steel.
Personality: Being the one of the oldest member of the crew has put a certain burden to act responsible and mature. Of course this contrasts with his literally explosive fighting style that jells with his nature. He also sometimes slips up and acts a bit embarrassing for a man his age. Generally he is jovial enough, but more than willing to get serious when the situation calls for it. His past for him is also something of a sore spot.
Backstory: Once a bounty hunter of promising quality, he became a recruit to the marines having impressed them with his prowess. Of course his nature and is own sense of justice bristled against their "justice". He found few sympathetic voices and found himself alienated. Eventually some of the higher-ups began to rankle at this contemptuous upstart and they would conspire to wash their hands of him. The end result was him being charged of treason and responsible for destruction of an important thing. Of course more details are missing but that's the abridged version he gives. Only thing for certain is he will get his revenge.
It would be later in a chase from the constabulary who were alerted to his presence, that he'd meet Alesia. Trying to escape from them he'd try and steal her ship being unaware of her presence, and thinking her to be some odd vagrant. It turned out it was her ship but at the time it didn't matter as they had enemies on their tail. Eventually he damaged their boat so badly they had to retreat which allowed him to be formally asked to join her crew. Founding it funny to be bossed around by a little girl he said yes.
Abilities: Flint is skilled with fighting with his oversized blade, his shotgun "Phlexx", and the numerous explosives he carries on his person. He also is skilled as a gunner on the ship being able to maintain the cannons as well other sailing skills expected of a seaman.
Relationships: He finds himself oscillating between being something of a paternal figure to the younger crewmembers and that of cool elder brother, sometimes it works and sometimes he embarrasses them with perhaps a bit too much relish. He also sometimes leaves them temporarily when it comes of matters regarding his past.
Dreams: Bring true justice to those who have wronged him. Find love because it's cuffing season and he's getting old.
Dion's eyes would dart to Rita's direction. This was a pleasant surprise of sorts. Dion wasn't expecting to see that adventurer he had partnered up with some time ago. He took note that she was here, probably to go poke around at this forest. It would be useful to acquire her services again. She was competent and he found her pleasant to be around with. "Is that you Rita? Didn't expect to run into you here of all places. I'm here carrying out some orders. If you're still going to be here, I have a business opportunity for you. Now excuse me, I need to do something." He kept it short as they could speak later. Beside it seems something else caught her interest.
It seemed to be a very large and reptilian looking creature. He didn't get a good look, as immediately he felt someone bump into him. "Hey watch where yo-" she'd say before switching to a nicer response. His attention switched to the female elf of some kind that bumped into him. His silver-white eyes, like that of glacier glanced over her calmly. They gave him him an exotic look as they contrasted his dark skin and red hair.
"Nah it's fine. I should be the one apologizing for standing and not paying attention to the flow of customers entering." His reply was calm and relaxed.
Would this be a little too unfitting as a concept?
Was thinking a guy that using a one of those paper talismans but it's dangling from a floating drone and like by slotting the materia it changes what he casts. And as a backup in case something gets to close he can like bonk them with a sword.
Dion found himself feeling like he was phasing into the earth before he sat up straight. The past moments were a blur to him as he couldn't recall the details of what happened. Only in the abstract did he know that after a couple of days of traveling, he finally made it to Helsend. Much to his annoyance the mayor wasn't available just quite yet. And so he was now killing time at the tavern which. "This sucks..." was his recurring thought that would bubble up hazily. Sure he could do some preparation or research, but it was hard and something he didn't care to do.
Mainly because there's nothing to research. Only the basic history about the cult, the disappearances, and the fire were known. Anything else would have to be gathered here at the village. And that was part of his reason for consulting with the mayor. The other reason was his mental haze. He wasn't quite tired but he wasn't at his at his A game either. "Right, time for a pick me up." He thought to himself as he rummaged through his robe to produce a bottle of some liquid. A pleasant citrus type flavor with a slight effervescence caressed his tongue as he sipped from it. Everything came together and now he felt more focused and rejuvenated. He was still bored though.
It was time to stop loitering. Enough time had passed and he felt like he should get things moving. He needed to talk first and get some things taken care of. Then he'd need to hopefully find some people who were also interested in poking around in the forest to tag along with. But one thing at a time was how he'd approach this list of tasks. The robed man would get up and make his way to the door. Completely unaware that somehow at this time and location, a familiar face was already here in the tavern.
Class : Ice elementalist. Dion belongs to an order of elementalists who specializes in ice magic. However, it's more of a hybrid martial art, as the practitioners hone not only their magic but also their fighting skills. The end result is that they create and wield a variety of weaponry of ice weaponry along with more "traditional" ice magics.
Age : 28
Race : Human
Appearance : A light brown-skinned man of athletic build around 5'8”. His long red hair is partially braided in a ponytail. His eyes are silvery-white like that of ice. His clothes are robe-like, but allow great mobility. They're in cheerful colors and with a floral/plant motif akin to a Hawaiian shirt with some mystical looking doodads on it as decorations.
Personality : Dion is a cheery man who walks with a certain flamboyance. Sure, it's been noted that magicians can be rather eccentric. But given the unorthodox method of his magic, it serves to complement it further. Despite the informal airs he has, Dio is just as learned as any practitioner of the magical arts when it comes to magical knowledge. And within his style of magic he is also just as competent. His problems are that he can be kinda frivolous at times, and he dislikes the more academic side of things. Dion had notably shirked off several requests for teaching novices of his order, citing it as "he has no teaching bone in his body" and it being "a pain in the ass to write these teaching plans".
Motives : Dion has been contracted out of a pool of applicants by The Arcanium, a coalition of various magician groups. His task is to investigate just what the hell happened in the forest, and take care of whatever lurks down there by cooperating with whomever might also be interested in going there along with the local authorities.
Gear : He carries a magic ring that acts as a backpack. Inside are basically camping supplies, books, magical tools, and some potions. On his person he carries enough money to pay for his stay in town and a small amount of potions, and a crystal necklace. Among his most cherished possessions are his potions of mental enhancement (Energy drinks).
Other :For free food and drink, he will chill a tavern's supply of beer.
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