Krayzikk

Persona - Academic Akrasia

It didn't take long last time, even if it only happened the once.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

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I remember you, welcome back!

In game, the Grand Magic Games are over (finally!) and we had a two month timeskip. Thats it. So you can pretty much restart wherever.

@Crimson Raven

Good to know! We're looking forward to getting back in the swing of things, hopefully we can actually keep that momentum this time.

@Onarax

Welcome back :)

Also another thing to add to Crimson Raven's post. We are currently in winter so the setting of most area might have snow around. But ya, with the Magic Games over and time skipped two months later, you're free go on any job or do something related to your characters' story. If I remember correctly, was your group working on a job last time?

@Expolar

This is good to know. Excellent memory, too; we were indeed working on one, though I'll have to see if we still have the details of that anywhere around. We might end up just jumping ahead past it to keep current, we'll have to chat about it I suppose.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

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Hider

Or the old fashioned "super saiyan it to life" trick.

@Crimmy

"Seems like my cue, huh?"

Daisuke Miyamoto

Name: Daisuke Miyamoto
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Arcana: Strength
Equipment: On an average day Daisuke has his school and work uniforms with him, his school supplies, and his road bike. A bike isn’t an odd sight at Uchima Senior High, but Daisuke’s is always immaculate and well-cared for. His phone isn’t anything to write home about, a mainline smartphone a few generations out of date and in good condition despite its scuffed appearance. A friend of his once gave him a pair of old knuckle dusters as a joke, but the semi-reformed delinquent is surprisingly fond of them. He isn’t technically supposed to have them at school, but he tends to have them with him anyway.
Skills: The eldest Miyamoto child is a lot more athletic than you’d think, though if you were to think about it again it’d make sense. He can run pretty quickly, quicker than most people who don’t take it up as a hobby, but most importantly he can run for a while. As for strength, Daisuke packs a mean punch. He might not need more than the one, but if he does it won’t be much of a problem. Holding his own in a fight is something he learned, not something anyone taught him. His form’s a little rough, his technique needs polish, but he wins. And in a real fight, that’s all that really matters. He hasn’t lost much, and while you could chalk that up to a lot of things, the biggest is that he doesn’t quit. Ever. Knock him around all you want, and he’ll just get up when you’re tired, kick your ass, and make it to work on time.

Speaking of, despite his reputation, Daisuke is a hard and loyal worker. He’s been the best employee the McDonalds in his neighborhood has since he was old enough to work, and a whole lot of his exercise comes from his almost supernatural speed at commuting from home, to school, to work, and back home each and every day. He’s quick, he’s efficient, and he’s dedicated. A philosophy he tries to hold to in all aspects of life.
Appearance: Daisuke could probably be a handsome fellow, if he tried. It’s not so much that he doesn’t, either, but the vast majority of people take a look and see the face of a demon. It’s the irreverent, devil-may-care smirk that does it, underneath the bright green eyes that glare out a challenge at the whole world. His brown hair’s usually a little too long, and a little messy, but that tends to come across as stylistic rather than negligent. He’s surprisingly muscular for a guy his age, too, something augmented by his taller stature. Not that the school uniform tends to show it. The uniform he wears with great irritation and reluctance, the jacket never fastened for long, and never on him for long. It’s usually draped over his shoulder, since as much as he hates it he can’t really afford to lose it.

His uniforms, work or school, are always well maintained but his casual clothes usually seem a little worn. Not to the point of being torn or ratty, but colors are faded, sleeves and hems seem a worn out, and nothing is as vibrant as it may once have been. His sneakers are scuffed and weathered, but given the same care as most of his possessions. It’s clear they’ve lasted a while. If he isn’t forced to wear his uniforms, he tends to pick out a pair of jeans and a shirt to go underneath a well-loved black jacket. It’s not too uncommon for his shirts to have simple graphics, but they may just as likely be a plain color. The jacket almost always has a pair of sunglasses tucked into a chest pocket.

Daisuke’s neat appearance for work is seldom seen; he intentionally works at the McDonalds closest to his home, and furthest from the school, despite the commute so that his classmates will not happen to walk in while he’s on the clock.
Personality: Delinquent is what all the teachers at his old school would’ve said, and some of the ones at Uchima Senior High. He doesn’t talk a whole lot in class, doesn’t seem that interested, and moves with a sort of barely contained energy. Like he’s always ready for a fight, or looking for one. He’s been known to silence irritations with a glare, and move on like nothing happened. Only the teachers that have him for class and pay close attention, or the select few that get close enough to really call him a friend, know any different.

Daisuke is undyingly loyal, if you’ve managed to earn it, and will never back down. From anything. Not a challenge, not a fight, not a problem. He doesn’t really know how to run away, or if he does he abandoned the idea a long time ago. Helping someone out isn’t a question, it’s just what he needs to do. Above all, he despises a bully. And as hard as it is to say, he tries. His grades are better than they’ve been in a long time, and it takes a lot of effort for him to keep them up and keep up his job.

There’s a certain friendliness to him, if you really try and talk to him, and a soft side that only ever really comes out for his family. Or friends close enough that they might as well be family.
Biography: If the Miyamotos were ever wealthy, it was a long time ago. That’s not to say they don’t get by; Daisuke’s parents work hard, and they make enough money to support their family. Their frugal spending ensures they always have a little to fall back on, but even the most efficient expenditures can’t make more money out of thin air. Daisuke and his little sister, born three years after him, grew up in Shikatsu’s lower income districts. Neither their neighborhood nor their school were the nicest of places, and if you didn’t keep your wits you were liable to lose your money. The first time someone tried to rob a young Daisuke of his money, he capitulated out of fear for the consequences. And the second time. And the third time. Then he started to decide he’d had enough. His sister went to the same school, and he realized it wasn’t the example he wanted to set. Timidity, he decided, had never gotten a Miyamoto anywhere. The fourth time he refused, and earned himself a bruise or two and a trip to the headmaster’s office with his would-be robber. The fifth time he hit back. And after the fifth, despite some disciplinary action, his lunch money was never unsafe again.

That time as a little kid pretty much set the tone for the rest of Daisuke’s life. Bold, stubborn, and the antithesis of timid. He had a little sister looking up to him, and that made the almost larger than life refusal to leave bullies be worth it. Not that it was all sunshine and roses. Those visits to the headmaster weren’t the last, and as he got older playground scuffles turned into schoolyard brawls.

Which he just couldn’t keep up. He had a job to hang onto, almost the instant he was in high school. The fast food industry wasn’t much, but it paid. Education was paramount to the young Miyamotos’ parents, too, and they started pressuring him to perform better in school. So he forced himself to mellow out a little. Employ a little more diplomacy before he jumped straight to “punch the problem in the face”. His parents’ frugal habits had paid off, too, enough for him (and his sister, when she was old enough) to get into Uchima Senior High instead of the closer, less prestigious school he had been attending. Keeping on top of it all tends to take a lot of his time, but hey.

He had an example to set.

Persona

Name: Benkei, formerly Oniwaka
Appearance:

Benkei

Traits:
-Reflects: -
-Absorbs: Fire
-Void: -
-Resist: Pierce
-Weak: Electricity

Abilities:
-Evil Touch
-Cleave
-Bash
-Single Shot

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

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Post them in the Characters tab, please.

@Ruby

Up in the Characters tab.

If anyone wants to talk to me about relations sheets re: Vic, shoot me a PM. Is there a template you want used?

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Victoria Cross

Name: Victoria Cross
Age: 18
Appearance:

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On the taller side, Victoria has almost waist length black hair that contrasts with her naturally pale complexion. Her hazel eyes can look a little odd under the right lighting, and with her complexion and demeanor only add to the air of detachment. She usually dresses well, albeit casually, and most of the accessories on her person have some manner of emergency use if cornered by a supernatural foe.

Specialty: Victoria is gifted at dealing with supernatural foes personally, through both research, and as she might dryly remark, “the power of violence”. Rather than face threats through brute force or charge in without prior knowledge, she firmly believes that pre-planning is critical. To this end she researches her foes tirelessly, and would rather invoke the better part of valor than charge into a fight that she does not understand. Her martial prowess is considerable, both with her weapons of choice and her bare hands. Necessities of being a potentially high profile target.

Bio: Victoria Cross is the daughter of a reasonably successful news producer who’s job keeps him away from home almost all of the time. She moved to Washington about eighteen months ago from further east, and her transcripts reflect the grades of a gifted student. She’s friendly enough, though quiet and a little distant, but not much of a talker when it comes to her past. She describes a fairly average childhood with a hobby for martial arts, but tends to be fairly vague when it comes to specifics.

Her fight against the things going bump in the night extends almost to when she moved into the apartments near the top of the Halifax building, as does her part time job at Halifax Coffee.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Character tab updated.

One more accepted character from starting the IC. Two more from considering the game "full" for now.

@Ruby

ETA on CS is a couple hours from now. I might PM it to you before I post it here for a few reasons.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

*Sigh* Memories.

I was looking into RWBY again for a tabletop game with friends, and I remembered way back when this was going. If anyone reads this, again, I'm very sorry this fizzled out. My job was manual labor and I was built for sassy comebacks and eating Cheetos, so I just did not have the time or energy. Things aren't much better now, I do have a better/less time consuming job, but school is also a thing.

But this was one of the most fun and engaging roleplays I'd taken a part in, and the brainstorming sessions were amazing to be a part of. I'm sorry that so many hopeful stories from this never happened, but I hope everyone's still going strong in their new stories.

I miss everyone, and still am pretty busy, AND my Skype isn't compromised now like it was a few months ago. So if anyone reads this and wants to catch up again, my Skype is feistric, and my email is feistric@gmail.

...*Double sigh* more memories.

@Nefarious Prime

It's been ages, but I was in here not long ago looking for something I could have sworn I remembered. At least a couple of the people that used to be around in here moved on to some other RWBY games, a few even sticking around long enough to end up in the longest running one going right now. Myself included, plus a few others.

Always had fun here, though, and wished it had survived.

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

"No need to worry 'bout that."

Most of her best friend's comments deflected off her skin like they weren't even there; to say she had thick skin where Viv was concerned was an understatement. It was like saying Matryoshka was hard to shoot down. She and her baby could take whatever was thrown at them without even flinching, and keep doing it as long as they had to. It was a pretty common curiosity, when first meeting the two, why Evangeline put up with Viv; anyone that said anything half as harsh to her tended to get beaten down, and beaten down hard. It was a mistake you only ever made once if you wanted to avoid any more broken bones. But Viv never even got a complaint.

No one ever got an answer, at least not from Sparr. Or at least not one that actually answered their question. But the truth was that she didn't mind it from Viv. It was just the only way she knew how to be affectionate, even if she'd deny it with all her might if the heiress ever said as much. She'd been happy to be there when Viv needed help, and Viv'd been around every time since that Sparr needed her.

Besides, what she did to people was nothing compared to what Viv did if they insulted her.

"Kawal." She began, Matryoshka walking at a steady pace over towards the dune the newbie's frane was buried in. She considered the possibility that his radio was out, like Katya's, but this close his short receiver should have been able to pick her up anyway. Which meant he just wasn't responding, either because he wouldn't or because he couldn't. A low sigh went through the comm as she got closer, the sand shifting underneath Matryoshka's heavy feet every step of the way. She had left her shield embedded in the dune she had used for cover, so as soon as she got close enough she grabbed Kawal's frame by the arm and dragged it out of the sand and up to camera-level. Hanging suspended by its upper arm it was clear that there was no one using the controls; with no active control the frame was just limp, hanging however gravity willed it. She might have been more concerned if there was any real damage to the frame but there wasn't. Some scratched, a few scuff marks, and a couple dents but that was it. Certainly nothing that would've killed its pilot.

Which really meant one thing.

"Dumbass is unconscious," Sparr reported, shaking her head. "His frame's fine, he was just knocked clear. Got stuck in the sand. Probably forgot to wear his fucking harness. Probably gonna wake up with a headache but he should be good. S'why we've got protective gear in these things."

"What's the word on the Racers?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Plank Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK

Ohhhh, this was a mistake.

Removed from the situation, even by the briefest of moments, hindsight kicked in. The look from Lauren. The inscrutable smile from her mother. All in attendance knew what was going to be coming next, though it was impossible to tell how soon. Could be within a few minutes, could be hours, but it was coming. The retribution would be painful.

Well. At least it can't be as bad as getting my neck snapped again.

"Well, in that case, let's head that way." Bastille's leader pivoted and let go of Lauren's shoulder to start walking towards their dorm, keeping halfway turned towards the others until he was sure they were also moving and he wasn't just wandering off without them. "I'm curious to meet your Dad. I haven't heard too much about him."

[IntCheck] Persona - Academic Akrasia

Going to make sure I use Strength again.