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Criss Cross RP

ok so I was thinking, looking over the four main characters and their fighting styles, strengths and weaknesses (things that aren't really mentioned in the CS's) and since we didn't want anything OP it made me think

Criss is very fast and agile, she has good range with her scythe and can keep people at bay, her damage is sufficient, but what weakness does she have besides long range cause that's a given, I figured she was fragile, only capable of taking a couple hits, made sense to me

Cross is very slow but maneuvers well with his ax planted, he has a good range like Criss and his damage is high, besides the given long range downfall, his slow speed is his weakness, he has to take lots of hits and lands hits infrequently

Jemma was a little tricky but like Criss she is fast and agile, her accuracy with a bow is nearly on hit every time, but she is weak in close quarters but that is also a basic given being that she is a range fighter, the automatic counter (close range weakness is long range and vice versa) so I figured that her other weakness would be that she is very narrow sited when in combat, because she has to focus on her target so much to land the shot that she can't see well to her left and right

Jasper on the other hand was even harder because he is kind of OP, his attacks are fast, block or attack reactions are on a hair trigger, his damage is somewhat high, and he is capable of taking a lot of slicing damage over penetration damage, we discussed this. Other than his given range weakness I had to think of something, he is OP, so I thought, he's left handed right, his left shoulder is scarred, and he's been using his right hand in combat, what if we change the stats around a bit: when using his right hand (cause its not his dominant hand) his damage isn't that high, speed isn't great, reactions aren't the best, AND he has the capability to grab his dagger on his lower back because the handle is on his left, giving him the slight edge on defense...BUT when using his left, everything changes: his damage is very high, speed is insane, reactions are very fast, basically an all out attack, but he has two downfalls, he can't grab his dagger because his left hand is already holding his blade, and he cant grab the dagger with his right if the handle is at his left, his second downfall is because his shoulder is scarred both in and out, using his left hand for too long will cause high amounts of pain and possible tear of scar tissue in his shoulder, forcing him to use his right most of the time...giving him his weakness that he doesn't have cause he seemed too OP to me.....call me to tell me your thoughts if its easier, or if you need a better explanation, or just post your thoughts

Criss Cross RP

The training room was practically his home, Jasper spent almost every hour of everyday in there practicing his dueling technique. He knew something was wrong about it and each session of training he gave himself he would focus on something different, one time it was his feet. He shuffled his boots across the floor at different speeds and different variations and yet nothing was wrong there, or that he saw. He figured it might have been the way he turns his torso when striking or blocking but that was nothing, he narrowed it down to his swordplay. He thought he had great sword play, able to strike when needed and block in precise timing, but he knew he was not using his dominant hand. He didn't want to use his left, ever since that night, their last night together, that flash of lightning and the intense pain in shoulder, he was afraid of using his arm, he didn't want to damage anything that could be scarred on the inside.

Today though he was slashing for no reason that involved training what so ever, he attacked the dummy in pure anger. A week had gone by and his sister had been committing actions that should not be done by a princess. Jasper had thought of what mom would do and tell her but she wasn't there to say anything, and he was still too angry to talk to her himself, he was just frustrated that no one could get the point across of proper behavior of a princess. He held his golden hilt rapier in his right hand, striking the wooden dummies like they were toys, and they were to him. His strikes were not of great speed or strength, he only created gashes and marks upon the wood that mimic the space between pages of a partially opened book. He didn't know why his attacks were so weak and he became more frustrated only striking harder with no difference in damage.

His name was said in a quiet and familiar tone, he stopped and stood up straight turning his head over his shoulder to look at the one he despised, "What do you want Jemma? I'm in the middle of something." That was his excuse for everything, he figured people would leave him alone if they knew he was busy and it did work, it kept everyone away except for of course his sister.

Titan Kop [private]

about time I posted XD

Titan Kop [private]

Name: Eli Shakespeare
Age: 27
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Personality: Strong willed and impulsive, he acts on a gut instinct but his actions work well if a plan is in motion. He looks after those who are not strong enough to fend for themselves, but cares for those close to him. He's tenacious in combat, and see's the end of a fight, there is no backing down once it's started.
Selected: His brute power and strong will in battle, extreme proficient in strategy
Combat specialty: CQC
Default loadout: Hemlock BF-R, B3 Wingman,
Weaponry: Sidewinder, Longbow-DMR
Ultilities: Data Knife, variety of explosives, wrist tablet
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Titan weaponry: 40mm Cannon, multiple forms of RPE (Rocket Propelled Explosives) B.F. Sword

Criss Cross RP

All i had left todo was Jaspers part, I think that part is very strong being that I kind of expressed my current emotions into it

Criss Cross RP

King Mitus sat upon his throne with advisers from other kingdoms and his own, all trying to get to his ear but he can only focus on one thing at a time. One kingdom is in the middle of a war and want troops, a town nearby is low of supplies and hundreds of other problems he wishes he didn't have to deal with by himself. He wore the colors of EverGlenn, Gold, White and Velvet, his coat was nothing but covered in complicated and elegant patterns of the finest threads. He lifted his crown off of his head and ran a hand through his hair before replacing his crown back. He tried to talk some sense into his audience, "My Daughter has just returned today, so please be patient, any problems associated with war or the army talk to my Personal Guard Rune, I can't be bothered with such requests right now," a few people left his presence towards the main entrance where Rune was last seen. He turned toward his own personal adviser who was alerting him of the castles problems or duties that had yet to be dealt with, "Marcus! Set those aside for now, I need you to deal with these people in the matters of their own villages before our castle, there will be time to deal with this."

Mitus was stressing out, he started to wonder about his son and how his duel went, and possibly giving him some responsibilities of his own for the kingdom, but that would take some thought, he hadn't really paid attention to his own son that much since the day his wife passed away. He closed his eyes trying to block out the ten voices talking to him, that's when he looked up and saw Jemma enter the room, a small smile formed on his face and he had to immediately make time for her. He gently grabbed the collar of a guard nearby and spoke to him, "Grab a pen and paper, note down their records accordingly," he looked back to the people "If you have status reports or records that I had requested in the past please give them to him, he'll write them down and dismiss you afterwards, any emergencies, go to my lounge and have a drink, I'll be with you before the day's end, anything else can be dealt with another time." The small crowd moved around and left the King, they all knew he would help when he can but there was a time when he needed to have a break.

He stood up and looked at his Daughter across the room, she appeared as elegant and beautiful as ever, just like her mother, he approached her slowly and took her hand in his own before speaking, "Jemma, my Daughter, my Princess, I'm so glad to see you, its been far too long and we've all missed you very much. We have to catch up, tell me about your travels, what you learned and how you rid that dreadful curse of yours," he smiled and gave his daughter a gentle kiss on her forehead, so happy to see her and grateful that she had returned unharmed.

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Jasper hardly looked her in the eye the entire time she was in his room, he didn't want her to be there but he wanted answers and he really didn't get any. She excused herself and shut the door, when the Prince heard the hinges close and the door click shut he fell back into his seat hard. His mind was stirring with a mix of emotions and he could only express one, anger. As his body hit the chair hard he growled before shouting and pounding his fist hard against the table, cracking the thin marble, but that was the beginning of his rampaging tantrum: he got up and punched down on the crack of the table, breaking off a rather large piece and hurling out his window, shattering the glass, he grabbed the chair and chucked it at his wardrobe, watching it splinter the floor with golden painted wood, he took his rapier off the rack and started to attack his bed post but the thick marble seemed unbreakable until he took both hands on the hilt and shattered both steel and marble.

He felt a little relieved but still angry, he had wanted answers and had received none, he will get his answers though, at any cost, but for now he needed to formalize himself. He eased away the debris of his wardrobe to put on his Royal attire, straight slick white pants with a golden trim and a light velvet pattern on the bottom, he wore a similar blouse as before but with a golden vest over it, then topped with a thick pearl colored coat with straight edged shoulders, both patterned in velvet. His father said that soon he will wear epaulettes but he was too young and needed to show more involvement in the kingdom, of course those words were said back when mom was around so he probably forgot by now.

Jasper left his dorm and looked towards the nearest butler, "There seems to have been an accident in my chambers, fix it up now and bring me brand new steel, the way I like it," he demanded more than asked and the butler nodded and went on to complete as he was asked. The Prince then walked down the hall standing near the main hall, he figured he would notify his father of his loss then proceed back to the dueling chambers to make sure everything was cleaned up and prepared for practicing the next day. As he approached the throne room his body stood tall on his small heals, his back straight and his shoulders edged with his hands at his side. He touched the door and opened it to see his father and sister talking, he heard the King state, "..How you rid that dreadful curse of yours," Jasper shook his head in disgust.

"What does it matter, she's still cursed to me," he said while approaching the two, "Mitus I lost the duel today, due to a small mistake that was costly in the end. Thought I'd let you know, since your my King, but like you care anyways," as he said those last words he left towards the door mumbling, "You never had," and shut the door behind him, making his way towards the dueling chamber.

Titan Kop [private]

We talked about it, so I'm just gonna post the basics

Plot: Two partners working together for OmniCorp, taking down out dated programmed drones around the world as well as investigating terrorist and gang activities.

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Criss Cross RP

As the Golden Prince made his way to his room, away from the Dueling Chamber, he continuously stared down at the marble white flooring, thinking about every mistake he made, but his thought kept transitioning to his returning sister. He wanted to know things about her but his hatred kept getting in the way and blocking his curiosity. He wondered so much, if she learned anything interesting, what she saw, who she met, he was very curious. Then he started to wonder if she was ever taught the proper ways of royalty from Rune, he figured the Guardian would, but he still questioned it, she seemed a little off perfection.

Blood stained the floor as he limped, passing guards and maids looked in the opposite direction, the Prince had given off a bad vibe to them for a couple years and they knew better than to approach him or bother him. When he finally arrived at his chambers he opened the large door slowly and shut it behind him, he closed his eyes a bit before opening them and examining his room more than usual. He had what was expected of a Prince to have, especially in EverGlenn. His flooring and walls were a combined marble of pearl and gold, the bed frame matched. His wardrobe and chest were mainly a golden color that was lightly trimmed in velvet with a small sharp looking pattern. He had a rack for his rapier and it bear the same golden light as his wardrobe. The only dark parts of his room were the drapes and his sheets, both a deep velvet, slightly darker than those around the castle but instead of being trimmed and patterned in gold, it was white, the thin thread formed swirls and diamonds across the red fabric.

Jasper weakly went over to a small table in his room, where he had papers of his daily duties and upcoming events. He leaned with most of his weight on his hands, he balled them into fists and pounded the table hard, "Damn it!" he was more upset at himself for losing than his sister returning, though she was a close second on his list of hatred. If he had just been better, if he had focused more on the match, he may have won, he would have won, but his demeanor and selfishness got in the way. He started analyzing his moves in his head and figuring out that he could have reacted differently to each attack, but then he thought again, it wasn't his fault, if she hadn't returned today the guard never would have intruded, and if she didn't walk in, he would blocked that blow and possibly countered, this was all her fault.

There was a knock at the door, Jasper started to stir a bit thinking it was a maid or butler, possibly another guard but then a soft voice spoke. She spoke of bringing him his belongings from the duel, apologizing for upsetting him and talking about missing him and such. She finally said to open the door and he was slightly annoyed, he was already angry enough with her why would he want to talk to her, but she had his things and he cared less for what she had to say, though he still wanted to ask her why. He limped over to the door and opened it, glaring at her before returning to his table, allowing her to walk in if she must. "My weapons go over there," he pointed to his rack in the corner then started working at the straps on his wrists connected to his blouse. He kept his body from facing her directly, not wanting to make eye contact, before she could speak he made the tone of his voice more direct and that he was the one who was going to talk, "Where have you been?" he took out the ribbon in his hair, the golden locks falling from their place, "I've never been more alone than these past years, father never had time, he's been so caught up with all the castle duties since mom passed so I never bonded with him, and I'm both scarred inside and out," he started working on taking his blouse off to clean his wound, "Cause you were never here, I blame you Jemma," there was a short pause as he took a breathe, taking a wet cloth and cleaning his chest, "for everything," he looked away from at the ground, whispering just loud enough for her to hear, "I hate you."

Criss Cross RP

The only sound in the chamber was the clashing of sharp steel and fabric ripping, the two Princes had exchanged slashes and blocks. The challenger, Prince of Iglasia, was taking large and solid steps, while the more nimble Jasper was crossing his legs often and staying on his toes. He concentrated as best he could on blocking and attacking at an opportune time. The two had now circled around a few times, forcing one another back and forth. The larger of the two was already sweating and droplets were obviously seen from a distance while Jasper had merely a small glaze that shone in a certain light. The Golden Prince's inability to focus, due to news of his sister's arrival, had caused him to fail at reading a couple attacks and took cuts to his clothing on both his legs and his shirt, the black trousers were slightly shredded with trace amounts of blood dripping and his torso was lucky enough just to be scratched, but his opponent had taken a fair amount of damage himself, large and deep gashes on his arms.

Jasper was surprised to see that he was still going, unlike the younger brother who gave up rather early but the Prince still did more damage than needed to be done, that is why they are where they are now. Jasper paused in his steps, his stance the same as he started, glaring at his opponent, this fight wasn't going anywhere and he needed to do something fast but risky. He gave a quick smirk before stepping forward and slashing upwards, clashing with metal, then bringing the blade back down but keeping contact to push his challenger's rapier outwards and away from his body. He took another step forward but to the side of his opponent, ducking a bit but his blade was horizontally across his lower back, striking his foe across his abdomen. If this didn't finalize things then he doesn't know what would. He trailed a bit before turning around and forming his stance again, surprisingly the Prince of Iglasia still stood and with a greedy smile upon his face, Jasper gave him a disgusted stare.

The door opened but this time not so disruptively, the door was in Jasper's line of sight, just past his foe's head, he glanced at the door and saw a young blonde haired girl that somewhat resembled him. In that instance he questioned if it was his sister but he didn't believe it for a moment, that girl seemed to have a form like no other, royalty. He shook his head and focused back on his target, he took another step forward but this time going to strike downward just when that girl had called his name in a soft voice. His eyes widened and he stared at her, dropping his guard, the challenger knocked Jasper's rapier out of his hands and slashed deeply across his chest. The Golden Prince grunted and fell to one knee, "Gah! I give, I give," he stared at the ground, dripping blood from his chest, feeling remorse for glancing at the door, he felt ashamed for his family's name, he was so close to beating most of the Iglasian family and she had interrupted him. He closed his hand into a tight fist and and whispered to the victor as he knelt down to see if the Prince was okay, common courtesy, "What are you doing? You won, go rant about it, don't care about me, I wouldn't have cared for you."

The challenger left confused and a bit misunderstanding but still went back to his family and cleaned up, Jasper stood up weakly, the lower half of his pearl blouse now drenched in a velvet liquid. He stared at the ground, wrapped one hand across his wound and started limping towards the door, he kicked his rapier away from him and slowly made it to the door. He glanced up at the girl and knew for sure it was his twin now, as he neared her he simply paused to look in her eyes, the same matching blue as his, he saw his own reflection a bit but focused on her, "Glad you came back?" he said in a rather quite but stern tone and started making his way to his chambers. She caused him to lose and he wanted nothing to do with her.

Criss Cross RP

ok so two things, one remember we talked about her walking in on them in the middle of the duel causing Jasper to lose...and two the reason Jasper is using his right hand is because he is afraid of further damaging his scarred shoulder from the bolt of lightning when he was younger, but I was thinking in occurrence to this, Jemma tries to help him and asks him to use his left hand and he becomes better....she is trying to help so he can forgive her or something, and asks him to use his left instead cause she can see how sloppy he is using his right .