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Current I published a book! jlbrightman.itch.io/ko-luhn…
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7 yrs ago
Discord crashed lads. Can't get back in.
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8 yrs ago
I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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11 yrs ago
[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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@Divinity
The character sheet that I have, the one you sent to me a while ago, has the one weapon. Just the one. With no sheath for any weapon, two and two can be put together. People don't normally just pull a weapon out of thin air.
@MelonHead
It's like magic, y'know? Once I hit a certain hour I can be productive, but any hour before that I just can't.
It sure seemed like the excuses had stopped working, Fury had started growing impatient. So too did he seem to start figuring things out, the inconsistencies in his lies. Fear and confusion had caused Dunnaman to make mistakes, even the facade of ignorance had seemed to be unmasked. There was a little time for him to respond to the first question, but he came up with nothing to say. Nothing he could say would work as a distraction anymore, it seemed. Maybe totally innocuous conversation would distract him. Of all the things he's tried so far this was the most illogical.

Fury had begun to pace, a sign of irritation and anger. For a moment he had turned away from Dunnaman, he took this opportunity to lower his arms for the first time. That was a relief at least, now he wasn't totally held defenseless. More and more pacing, that oppressive aura ever present between the pair. The movements of Fury's head, the way he walked, he was deep in thought as he moved. Fury turned on his heel once more as he paced, Dunnaman saw his face and the furrows of anger on it. Standing there he gritted his teeth slightly, trying to muster up the courage to speak.

Just looking at Fury made him uncomfortable, and now it was worse. It looked like he was on the breaking point. People on the breaking point were often irra- His thought process paused for a moment. Irrational! The innocuous conversation might work, irrational thought met with irrational thought might be a big enough distraction. Alternatively it might literally blow up in his face, and he still has little in the way of knowledge of what he's capable of.

If it worked, that would be splendid! Save an unknown amount of lives from a lunatic of unknown ability by using his wit. If it doesn't work, he might have to turn tail and run. "Wahl, yah. Thahs plahneht ehs quaht nahs. Sahve fehr the haht ahr. Burnehn mah ahss ehn the sahn, yah fehl?" It sure did seem like he was making no effort to actually leave, maybe that was what he was going for. Maybe he was trying to make Fury believe he had every intention to stay here. For one reason or another, a lot of things were just happening to him.

Dunnaman had suddenly felt a nightmarish combination of emotions once he laid eyes on Fury.
Fury had shown up on this planet because of a battle between Dunnaman and some scouts.

Wait. . .

If Fury showed up because of the scouts, that meant that they were with him. If he couldn't keep Fury from learning about the people back on that planet, he might bring down the full might of whatever empire they serve under. Dunnaman shivered, the hair on his body stood on end again and sparked slightly. Panic made him energize the air around himself for a moment, this was much worse than his own self preservation. They might be able to survive just Fury, but an entire army!?

Oh Gods!
Despite the fact that his opponent had changed their appearance, Shin recognized the equipment well enough to not care about the difference of gender. Though it was a surprise that he had suddenly become a she unannounced. Without knowledge of this ability, Shin was perplexed by what utility an ability like that would have. Behind his mask he actually grimaced a bit at the potential degenerate use of that ability. The expression caused a tinge of pain to run up his right cheek as he flexed the muscles around his mouth where he had no lips. Though he wasn't certain she would hear it, Shin muttered a single word. "Degenerate."

Was it Corban, or was it Corbina? Shin hadn't actually heard the name Crystal thus far, so he thought only of the name Corban. They had questioned him of his place, turning his own question back on it. Though in a totally asinine and pointless way, it may have seemed meaningful to Corban, but to Shin it was just dodging a question. He deemed it worthy of a response, morbid as it may be. "My place is as the last living man, standing on the corpses of all. Including yours."

It was a beautiful day.
The birds were singing.

The flowers were blooming.




A leaf blew across the battlefield though the walls had closed around them, a breeze still passed between the pair. It was nice, made for an excellent setting. The perfect killing field.

Shin extended his right hand and opened his fingers slightly, from the center of his palm extended a staff to a total of eight feet. Strands of wire wrapped around his fingers and up into his sleeve. Though Corban would never see it, the wire wrapped itself around his arms, legs and torso beneath his clothes. After preparations had been made, Shin dropped his staff arm low and shifted his posture. His left leg before his right and leading with his left hand. He swung his right arm behind himself and leveled the staff with the ground. The left hand was extended totally forward with his hand open, leaving his fingers extended but loose. Shin's body was pointed off and to the right, leaving his vital organs away from the potential first swing.

He began moving towards Corban, now wordlessly. They did in fact have an audience to satisfy, a very powerful one at that. Very rarely had he ever let his god down, today would not be another failure. It was a brisk pace that he walked at, maintaining his posture as he stepped forward. Leading his feet sideways at a slight angle, the angle pointing towards but not directly at Corban, this was a good footing for allowing himself to leap forward or away depending on necessity.

But we've been focusing too much on Shin's posture, because Shin's eye is the most important tool in his arsenal. It zoned in on Corban, whose stance was sloppy. Little thought had gone into the placement of her feet or arms. The singular pupil contracted and expanded as it looked in and out of Corban's entirety. Relaxed but prepared, though obviously not prepared enough. That outfit could repel bladed weaponry, so his staff's blunt nature would be more than enough to deal with it. Shin himself never wore armor, didn't need too anymore. Had once considered it, perhaps wear hefty armor to protect against any weapon. Those times had long since passed though, since he was skilled enough to ignore most weapons.

She too was leading with her left, that was probably indicative of left-handedness. Shin was ambidextrious to a degree, but so too was he naturally left handed. However he was leading with his hand, not his weapon. A polearm was a good weapon for distancing, countering it would be difficult but it would be nothing he'd never dealt with before. Recollection showed him that she had more than just the one weapon, though no other significant weapon was on her. Maybe a hidden dagger. Her weapon could change as well, though in a different degree than his own. It wasn't quite so intimate as the relationship he had with his weapon it seemed, the weapon wasn't an extension of her.

A short distance was between them, only around nine or ten feet. Shin did not make the first move, he rarely did. Though as the distance closed, he rotated his left wrist and forearm slightly so his fingers pointed to the right. Corban's left. A subtle preparation for an oncoming attack.
@ImportantNobody
I've had work, but I'm still in on this once it starts going. Obviously that's counterintuitive, since if I joined it would start going. And more people actively roleplaying makes a roleplay more appealing to outside viewers, but you know.
@Divinity @MelonHead
Once I'm home I'll be able to post.

I'm definitely going to see the limits of Corban's patience.

EDIT: I'm a dirty liar who likes to sleep. I'll post when I wake up.
@MelonHead
Let's say a character has an insecurity, Shin's own face works nicely. If someone intentionally jeered at his face, it would be very distracting. Frustrating and if they went out of their way to harm his face worse, it would set him on a tirade.

The emotional aspect of fights is too often ignored. That's why Shin wears the mask. None of his other injuries are bothersome, but the facial disfigurement is humiliating. Especially since it's his greatest failure.
@Sikako J
Shin is my Oldest and Boldest character. He's had the most work put into him over the years, and he's the character I'm most familiar with.

Shin was born in Alternate Universe Number Who Gives a Damn, this is not the same universe as LeeRoy's origin universe of Universe Number Who Fucking Cares. LeeRoy was born in Who Fucking Cares and wound up in Who Gives a Damn, this is how they are connected.

In U#WGaD, society is much different. It's industrial age a few years early. In the 1700s. Pretty much everything was the same, except political ideals started way earlier. I was going to go into super deep detail about it, but I'll just summarize.

Young Kid: Normal but apathetic child, no demonstration of psychopathic tendencies.
Teenager: Trained in Martial Arts to give him a strong foundation.
Young Adult: Joined a society known for killing people, but far above the law. He killed his first man and found out his nearly sexual obsession with death.
Adult: Became obsessed with becoming physically perfect so he can kill more efficiently, it becomes like a drug addiction at this point.
Middle Age: Shin was sent out to kill a man who was reportedly Immortal. LeeRoy.

Unfortunately, this is how he gets his facial scar. Shin breaks into LeeRoy's laboratory as he's working on his Thermal Gauntlets, winds up catching a facefull of burning hand. Obliterating his eye and ruining his face. Then he was thrown from a third story window, just before he hit the ground he was selected as a potential Godslave.

The God of Form saw his obsession with physical perfection as a perfect medium for him to enslave Shin. Shin was granted immortality and The Black Staff.

He then spent the next few centuries perfecting his body.

Edit:
FACT: No matter who Shin fights, no matter who they are as a person. They suddenly become the most emotionally stolid and immovable individual. Losing all emotional ties to their sense of self.

It's funny how that coincidentally ignores his jeering and vulgar manner of speech.

Total coincidence though.
Shin is proving so damn hard to line right. I chose a strange perspective to draw from.
This is the progress on Shin so far, dynamic poses and the shading related to them are always incredibly hard to work with.


The detail might be fucked up because of the PNG conversion.
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