Kazemitsu

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

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Name: Kaze

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Race: Dwarf

Appearance:
Kaze is roughly six feet and three inches tall and it normally bare on his upper body unless he's geared up for wandering into the monster riddled lands beyond his home and the village. Otherwise he's wearing thick heavy cloth pants, a leather kilt/apron around his waist, with a steel girdle that reaches up to his chest but leaves much of his scarred back exposed. Even casual he looks to be geared up for a fight...


Occupation: A local Smith and Monster Slayer

Skills:

• Crafting: Kaze is able to craft numerous items from the various ores and monster bits with the right recipes.
• Bludgeon Wielder: He knows how to use blunt based weapons well, even better if it's more of a hammer shape.
• Axe Wielder: Another of his preferred weapons, axes. Which he uses almost as well as bludgeons given their heavy nature.
• Light Armor: Despite being strong he prefers to be agile, so he uses lighter armors more often than not. Cloth, padding, and chain being it.
• Defense Master: Despite using heavy weapons, Kaze is a master at deflecting attacks using said weapons or even a shield.
• Combat Analysis: While in a fight he's able to observe his opponent for weaknesses and what they're most likely to drop upon being finished. Helps with gathering what he needs for crafting.
• Fishing: A guys gotta eat, and sometimes make side money when times are tougher. So he learned how to fish a bit.

Description: The gruff smith was not a native to the town he was currently residing in. He came in, unknowingly to all, and worked to make a home slash business. It was probably seen as abrupt for the villagers who regularly went to the forests and caves that surrounded his home, but for him it was well planned out. As gruff and grumpy as he may seem he's level headed and plans for the future. Hell he had even picked a time where people wouldn't be going out into the wilderness for some time so he'd be a big surprise. The magically appearing Smith.

Although he had miscalculated, the town wasn't bustling with adventurers, so he was mostly doing repairs and making the occasional farm tool. Ah well, it gave him time to go and get his own materials instead of putting up Requests on a Job Board. He'd always been the type to prefer doing things himself instead of asking for help anyway.

Bain had only been a part of the town for a couple weeks before more people seemed to be coming. Was something going to happen that people were gearing up for? Or were people moving away from the big cities to come out to more rural areas? Any reason was fine to the dwarven smith, it was more people coming by which meant more business.

Point of Interest: Kaze lives in a cave just outside of the village where most people tend to start their adventuring when they visit or settle down in the village. He actually made it himself, burrowing into a massive boulder with a signe above the door. 'Kaze's Arms and Armor'. A simple wooden door with metal bands keeps out monsters and smoke comes out of a metal chimney from the side.

Secret: No real secret or plot-twist yet...

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay

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Name: Kaze

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Race: Dwarf

Appearance:
Kaze is roughly six feet and three inches tall and it normally bare on his upper body unless he's geared up for wandering into the monster riddled lands beyond his home and the village. Otherwise he's wearing thick heavy cloth pants, a leather kilt/apron around his waist, with a steel girdle that reaches up to his chest but leaves much of his scarred back exposed. Even casual he looks to be geared up for a fight...


Occupation: A local Smith and Monster Slayer

Skills:

• Crafting: Kaze is able to craft numerous items from the various ores and monster bits with the right recipes.
• Bludgeon Wielder: He knows how to use blunt based weapons well, even better if it's more of a hammer shape.
• Axe Wielder: Another of his preferred weapons, axes. Which he uses almost as well as bludgeons given their heavy nature.
• Light Armor: Despite being strong he prefers to be agile, so he uses lighter armors more often than not. Cloth, padding, and chain being it.
• Defense Master: Despite using heavy weapons, Kaze is a master at deflecting attacks using said weapons or even a shield.
• Combat Analysis: While in a fight he's able to observe his opponent for weaknesses and what they're most likely to drop upon being finished. Helps with gathering what he needs for crafting.
• Fishing: A guys gotta eat, and sometimes make side money when times are tougher. So he learned how to fish a bit.

Description: The gruff smith was not a native to the town he was currently residing in. He came in, unknowingly to all, and worked to make a home slash business. It was probably seen as abrupt for the villagers who regularly went to the forests and caves that surrounded his home, but for him it was well planned out. As gruff and grumpy as he may seem he's level headed and plans for the future. Hell he had even picked a time where people wouldn't be going out into the wilderness for some time so he'd be a big surprise. The magically appearing Smith.

Although he had miscalculated, the town wasn't bustling with adventurers, so he was mostly doing repairs and making the occasional farm tool. Ah well, it gave him time to go and get his own materials instead of putting up Requests on a Job Board. He'd always been the type to prefer doing things himself instead of asking for help anyway.

Bain had only been a part of the town for a couple weeks before more people seemed to be coming. Was something going to happen that people were gearing up for? Or were people moving away from the big cities to come out to more rural areas? Any reason was fine to the dwarven smith, it was more people coming by which meant more business.

Point of Interest: Kaze lives in a cave just outside of the village where most people tend to start their adventuring when they visit or settle down in the village. He actually made it himself, burrowing into a massive boulder with a signe above the door. 'Kaze's Arms and Armor'. A simple wooden door with metal bands keeps out monsters and smoke comes out of a metal chimney from the side.

Secret: No real secret or plot-twist yet...

Finished it unless gm's say otherwise o3o

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura took note of the permissions he seemed to have and the two skills he now knew of but hadn't activated yet. Stamina Furnace? That was new. The Analysis probably came with a boost from the source shard. A shame all the mana crystals seem to have vanished, it was clearly a magical item. But that could wait for now, now it was time to fight since more undead seemed to be showing up.
"We might have to retreat early, but lets take care of what we can. I seem to have regained some stamina and I have three herbs." Asura called over to Mother Slime and Ardur. Both of which were doing their own thing and doing it well.

Ardur was about to be flanked by a skeleton goblin who had a stick. So Asura rolled over and unleashed what he hoped was a Charged Smash. But he held back some energy, trying to get the same effect but using less Stamina. System, keep update of newly found skills. He requested, seeing if that would help him learn what the fuck he was doing half the time. The Slime Shell still eluded him, but he'd figure it out eventually.

As he pulled back from the skeleton, hoping it was blown back a bit, Asura 'tilted' his head. "System, form party with Ardur and Mother Slime." He stated out loud so they wouldn't be surprised if something popped up. No need to break concentration within combat. The System had mentioned party stuff, so maybe it'd give him a little status bar of his allies so he can tell how they're doing. Speaking of how things are. System, stamina update. He thought while circling around Mother Slime to intervene with Dire Rat undead. Gearing up another Smash for its face to prevent its more damaging attacks.

The Fallen Goddess - A Journey of Heroes

Kharne's ears perked up slightly when S'venia spoke, the soldiers were quiet despite the sudden onslaught of wind and cold. "It's not supposed to get to the freezing point for some time..." He muttered, mostly to himself. He was affected by the cold more than the others judging by the steam wafting from his exposed scales. The behemoth burning at a much hotter temperature than the rest of the commanders.

He went to the door and placed a hand on it just before the loud electrical sound and a portal came into existence over the table that was used for planning out the soldiers movements. A book, unhappily groaning, landed, and S'venia picked it up and told off the title. "Sounds like the title of someone, not the title of a book." He rumbled out before she said the soldiers were in danger. That was a given since they were soldiers. But she clearly meant immediate danger.

The horseman commander mentioned a watch tower. Snorting he shoved the door open before speaking. "I am the alarm." Kharne stated as the door closed behind him. Inhaling enough that his chest visibly swelled from the size of his lungs. "GET YOUR ASSES UP AND ARMED, ARMOR ON, WEAPONS BARED THE ENEMY IS HERE!" He roared, his voice actually shaking the house behind him with how loud he hollered.

Reaching over his shoulder he undid the clasp for his gigantic red crystalline sword and pulled it free. The giant's eyes roamed the area as he slowly stepped forward, making way for the other commanders to come out. His ears swiveled while his nostrils flared. He was actively hunting for anything out of the ordinary among the camp. Something that didn't smell, sound, look, or even feel right. The joys of having animalistic senses and instincts.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay

Gimmegimmegimme, love that series (despite not beating any of the...like 5-6 games they have currently)

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

Yes Black Smith's still exist in the 21st century, and a suit of full plate goes, on the cheap, for what I listed as a price so yes he could afford to go to Banoi with ease. The voice, not common but does happen, normally with people who suffer from giantism. The picture was a poor choice but it's rare to find one that fits my characters and I'm genuinely tired to describing new ones (I've been at this for 15 years). So, not gonna continue along with this rp it seems.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

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Character Full Name: Bain Ketharhak

Gender: (Male or Female)

Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian

Height: 6'2

Character Appearance:

Unlike in the picture he dresses like a normal human being unless working his Smithing or going out to a Ren. Fair. Work boots, slightly worn out jeans, leather belt, and a plain gray t-shirt are his main attire.

Personality Description:
Bain is what a lot of people would call, an ass. He speaks without thinking, tends to do as he pleases within the lines of the law, and is bullheaded. He does care, to a certain degree, for those he deems his friends. But he has difficulty, or strange ways, of showing it. A fault of his though is that he's quick to anger, and tends to smash up whatever it is that angered him in the first place. That nasty temper hasn't earned him many, if any, friends, and he seems to prefer being the lone wolf.

Short Biography: (3-5 Paragraphs) (Optional)
Bain is a Black Smith and has built himself around his profession. He started young, volunteering at the various Fairs in his area as an apprentice and worked up from there. When he hit eighteen he really started to get into it, buying up the materials and tools required for it. Now, at roughly twenty five, he's essentially mastered his craft and sells his pieces for hundreds of dollars. The suits of armor, his cheapest was one thousand five hundred dollars.

Making to many pieces he set aside a lot of money, and since he worked for himself, he didn't really have to spend money on employees or salesmen. He saved every dollar he made that wasn't put into his business and his own well being. Unfortunately working so much, taking little time off, and doing his more athletic hobbies, he hasn't built a good social network. The most interaction he tended to get as an adult as with customers asking about his pieces.

Bain was eventually persuaded by a female customer to go on a vacation. Her name was Brittany, and he relented after much pestering and went with her. The pair went to this big fancy place, Banoi, and he hadn't fully relaxed since he got there despite the place giving him extreme access to his hobbies. Partying wasn't the mans forte and he quickly kept losing track of his vacation partner and one of his better customers. Surprising amounts of armor were in cosplay for characters it seemed.

Voice: A deep, almost painful to actual hear, bass.

Character Profession/Job/Career: Professional Black Smith

Character Nationality: North American

Skills:

• Metal Crafting: With proper tools he can craft various arms and armor from metal. The type of metal dictates what tools he needs and how long it will last.
• Medieval Proficiency: He uses what he crafts, so he knows how to wield numerous melee arms from the medieval ages. Swords, Axes, Maces, being the ones he mostly focused upon.
• Anatomical Knowledge: Between Smithing and going to Renaissance Fairs, he studied how the human body works, and how best to take it apart with the weapons he makes. It also helps him figure out how best to protect those spots.
• Endurance Jogger: He has stamina for days and can jog for literally hours. He always says it's all in the breathing. He calls it a skill but it probably isn't in a lot of peoples eyes.

Weaknesses/Detriments:

• Heavy Set: Given his size he's not sprinting or running fast anywhere.
• Acromegaly: A rare disorder that's already causing him to change despite only being twenty four. This disease will eventually lead to an early death, but currently it has enlarged his hands and feet so he's a little awkward with certain movements.
• Social Disaster: He's got all the social skills of a rock, making friends nonexistent and incredibly difficult. So making allies isn't as easy for him either unless in dire circumstances.

Likes:

• Smoking: As if he didn't get enough smoke in his lungs. He enjoys lighting up a cigar regularly.
• Swimming: The near weightlessness in water is a joy for him. He swims for pleasure, not for weight loss or muscle toning.
• Crafting: He doesn't just craft for money, he makes things because he enjoys making them.

Dislikes:

• Alcohol: It burns on the way down, it hinders and rots your mind, destroys your liver, and more often than not tastes nasty. He'll have no part of it.
• Drugs: It utterly destroys your body, makes you waste all your money due to addiction, hinders your mind and motor functions, no thank you.
• Wanton Destruction: He's never been fond of people just destroying things for the sake of it. He's gone out of his way and stopped people from doing such when he's able to.

Character Blood Type: O-

DO NOT REMOVE: “This hell looks a lot like paradise.”

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

Should I post the cs here or in the ooc of the actual rp at this point?

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura turned some of his attention to Mother Slime when she started burbling and bouncing with excitement. "Figured you were healed. You need to be full health to gain resistances from skill points." He explained, he'd share the pictures with her later when they had all rested. Her mind probably couldn't handle much more and he wasn't going to push it. The system sending him 'Invalid Command' annoyed him a good deal.

System, list controls, help, and prompts. He demanded, he was growing tired of trying to get the System to give him some information. It was probably being an ass because he wasn't a human character. But still, that sizzling was getting more worked up since he was concentrating and trying to force his Mana to become Stamina. Maybe that was something that was building up now? A Mana to Stamina skill? It wasn't an unfeasible thing. System, bring up new currently building Skills. He thought to see if he could specify what would be building.

While the group moved he took note that all the mana crystals were poofing into powder, and now Healing Herbs were starting to wither. A small detour and he was sucking up the Herbs to try and preserve what he could. Use himself as some sort of biological shield. While he tried to preserve, and fill his 'inventory' and his health, he saw the undead shambling their way in their general direction. Mother Slime voiced her concern and dislike of them.

"We need to get rid of them, because I don't feel like getting attacked from behind. Ardur, you can fly, get those pixies. You're obviously stronger and bigger than them." He said while eying the skeletons and then the dire rat. "Mother, we'll take the Skeletons. They're unarmed so they'll be bludgeoning, maybe even Slashing since finger bones are pointed." Asura said, as he used the Source Crystal Fragment he had to try and observe them. He had seen Jason do this, except with a whole Crystal. He'd approach the undead normally, conserving what Stamina he might have generated.

As he neared he geared up a Smash, but he held it and built up liquid pressure within the pseudopod. He was attempting to Charge his Smash for a point blank attack that would be very difficult to dodge.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

Ultra Mac it is :p Still interested so will have to modify thoughts o3o