Lennon79

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

I can't tell you how big a relief that is to hear. Since SAO itself could pretty much be dubbed over with Linkin Park lyrics and not lose any of its meaning, a lot of RPs go way overboard with the drama. I'd love to join a thread where the characters aren't all either whiny 15 year olds or maddeningly superior chuunis. At any rate, you have my cigar.

Living in Aincrad: a SAO RP

There may be some future confusion with Pyotr's name since she'll tell those she trusts her real one, so I'll keep it up for the moment. Also might make a second character at some undetermined point if that's acceptable.

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

I'll lodge my tentative interest and a question; since the entirety of SAO was just one massive emo clusterfuck, will we be dealing with insane amounts of edgeiness or is there a preference for more human characters? I like the idea you've got for the plot, but I'm concerned that it might devolve into omg mah gurlfrend is in cooma emo darkshit angst etc etc. In other words, will we have to deal with Kiritofag expys and OTT drama? I understand that this might come across as confrontational or mocking, but it is a serious point that kills a hell of a lot of SAO RPs.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

If anyone has any kind of plot they want added, send me a PM and we'll work it in.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Might need you to PM me some of those plans at some point, see how we can fit them in with the plot.

Living in Aincrad: a SAO RP

Pyotr

Listening to the poor girl crying in broken Japanese was both heartbreaking and painful for Pyotr's linguistic heritage... It was a miracle that the child had survived so far, although a certain cynical part of her suspected that tears had played a big part in finding people to care for the girl. Still, she knew well enough to understand that she had a duty of care. 'Can... I join too? I've generally avoided parties because... well, I just have.' Actually the main reason behind Pyotr's status as a solo player was a complete lack of confidence on her part; up till now she had declined any hint of partying up for fear of messing up and embarrassing herself. 'So... What are your... names?' Pyotr found herself stuck for anything more meaningful to say; ironic since half of her work as a street peddler was idle gossip.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Nah, I meant Aaron's inappropriate compassion XD Which works in a way too, so no worries on either count.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Mildly cliche, but it works.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Name Harald Gender Male Age 23

Appearance With typical Darcsen blue-black hair and a thin beard, Harald is nothing special. His off-duty wear consists of a well-worn traditional Darscen robe adapted for his former role as a police officer with a number of leather straps and sewn in pouches. When in his uniform, Harald shows his heritage with a sash worn across the chest.

Rank Sergeant, Squad 4 NCO Commanding Class Scout

Weapons and Equipment

Gallian S1 Rifle and bayonet Grenade bandoleer with space for three B-Type M1 grenades Small Ragnaid canister and first aid pouch Gallian Police Constabulary Service Revolver, .38 cal

Personality

Like many of his Darcsen brethren, Harald is calm and collected, possessed of patience born from a lifetime's persecution. He is likely to bite his tongue and walk away when provoked, but rest assured he will have his vengeance in the end, even if it is a petty one. When in the presence of someone who can see beyond his dark hair, Harald is relaxed and friendly, the very picture of a smiling bobby on the beat. He treats his subordinates like his own children and is prone to occasional fits of paternal rage if they are hurt or wronged.

Bio

The Gallian Police Constabulary rarely admits Darcsen as constables, but in the southern town of Rinneheim there are exceptions. Years ago the town was home to a large ragnite refinery and its itinerant population of Darcsen workers; even once the refinery went bankrupt and the industrialists moved on, the workers stayed to settle. By the time of the Second Europan War, Rinneheim was home to hundreds of Darcsen in various professional capacities, making it both a cultural melting pot and a tempting target for regular slaving raids from across the border. In order to maintain its appearance as a national force, the GPC loosened its recruitment criteria and a young man named Harald became the first Darcsen constable in the region. Having lost his parents to disease and being bereft of siblings, Harald was raised on the street. His early years were nothing special; a mix of begging, stealing and odd jobs. During his compulsory military education he specialised in reconnaissance and demolitions, hoping to perhaps enter the Gallian Army upon graduation. Even his career with the GPC was uneventful, as Rinneheim was a peaceful city with little crime. However as the years rolled on and tensions rose across Europa, Imperial raids across the border escalated and the GPC soon found itself working as adhoc border guards. Failure by the government and the military to protect border towns such as Rinneheim led to growing unrest among the Darcsen minority, often the target of slave raids and sometimes outright ethnic cleansing. Finding himself caught between these two opposing forces, Harald became disillusioned with his role as a constable and began to drift away from his increasingly right-wing co-workers. As March 1935 rolled around, Harald was questioning his life and role in society, questioning whether his loyalty should be to his state or his people. The events of that day in early March soon gave him his answer.

RP Sample

A lone figure strolled down Rinneheim's main street, his breath crystallising in the early morning air. AM beats were always his favourite; the air was crisp and fresh, the people too groggy to cause problems. He thought of it as a pleasant walk after a good morning coffee at the station. He rounded a corner, entering the area known among his fellow constables as Darktown, home to Rinneheim's vibrant Darcsen community. The change in atmosphere was sudden and drastic; Darktown was alive with the sounds of industry as a dozen blacksmiths plied their trade and apprentices ran to and fro across the street. The policeman smiled, nodding to the occasional worker as he rolled a cigarette. Just as he was sparking up, a melodic voice floated down from a second story window. 'Morning Harry! Still hung over?' The copper flashed one irate finger in reply as he walked on, not even deigning to look at the young woman. 'Oh really? Really, Harald? Same place, same time tonight or I'll rip your balls off!' The same old jokes, same old banter. Such was life in Darktown, where everyone knew one another, had grown up together; the same couldn't be said for the rest of the town. The up-town beat was Harald's least favourite, where the shop owners sneered as he passed, people crossed the street to avoid him... and worst off, the little old ladies never invited him in for a cup of tea. Philistines. As he strolled through the ghetto he passed the occasional empty building, barren and silent... The Imperial raids had grown worse recently, with entire families taken in the night. He shuddered to think what fate awaited those taken by the raiders, especially considering the... examples they sometimes left behind. Harald found himself subconsciously reaching for his old service revolver, conflicting feelings of outrage and responsibility weighing down on him. If things didn't change soon, if the government didn't take steps to protect its citizens... He glanced around morosely, reflecting on how fragile a place like Darktown was. If those raids ever became something more concrete... He stopped himself. Such pessimism had no place in the eyes of a on-duty constable. Squaring his shoulders and lighting up another cigarette, Harald set off toward the station to begin his next beat. I want to be Nancy Dufour's Onii-chan.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

The gunfire had grown distant now, bar the occasional crack of a sniper's rifle. Harald had been lucky, shepherding his charges through the warzone his home had become without crossing paths with the Imperial Army. A good thing too, since he was down to only twelve rounds for his revolver and honestly doubted its effectiveness against the thick steel armour of Imperial regulars. He didn't even try to use the rifle he had procured from the armoury, not in this tight urban environment, although that was about to change. The three of them eventually reached the outskirts of the town, breaking out into the patchwork of hedgerows and arable land that made up Gallia's southern plains. Visibility was tight and even a seasoned soldier could easily get lost in the maze of identical fields, but locals like Harald knew the place like the backs of their hands. Reaching the rendezvous site would be easy. As the three of them settled into a ditch to catch their breath, Harald's wireless crackled to life once more. Expecting Varrot's voice on the other end, the speaker's thick Imperial accent chilled his blood a little, before the Sergeant reminded himself that both his Captain and Corporal were both Imperial expatriates. 'Sergeant Harald, yes? This is Captain Meulemann, hereafter designated as Company Command. I am commandeering your men for the time being and will meet you at the predetermined position once my objective has been achieved. Be a good chap and borrow some transport, will you? Company Command out.' Before the Sergeant even had a chance to confirm, the connection was severed. He hadn't been privy to any information about their commanding officer bar what could be gleaned from the brief introduction that morning, but knew better than to ask questions. Harald turned to his two subordinates with a sardonic grin. '... Well kids, you heard the man. Let's nick us some wheels.' The most logical place for the Imperials to park their transports would be the nearby agricultural exchange; they would try there first. Elsewhere in the city, Meulemann handed the wireless back to Varrot with an affirmative nod. The three of them had discovered the location of an Imperial command post, marked on the map of one of the snipers that had plagued them. In all likelihood the commanding officer of the attacking force would be there, along with his general staff. With two snipers and a keen-eyed scout, they were in an ideal position to eliminate the officer and deal a crippling blow to the Empire's command structure in this region. The three of them set out toward the command post, unaware that two other members of Squad 4 were already enroute to the same objective...