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Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

All going well I'll have a post up in an hour or two.
Anyone else thinking about dem CSs?

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

And caliban and I are planning a collab between the sergeants. For the moment, post away for talking to each other and such. If you're having trouble thinking of who to have your characters talk to, either ask in OOC or I can be a bastard and arbitrarily assign conversation partners.
But I won't because laissez-faireism works best.

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I was planning to waif for Shiinen/Arisphadrel to post, but since that's probably not going to happen any time soon, I'll get one up today or tomorrow.

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

Ryan

Smoke arose from a half-finished cigar, a bottle of fine port empty and discarded on the floor. Two stacks of paper were being slowly shuffled around, the shuffler here and there pausing to take another sip of fortified wine before diving in once more. Four down, thirty-nine more to go. It had been a long day. Two sets of assignments due for marking, one exam paper written up for invigilation... He was getting a bit sick of it all really. He leaned back, fighting back a weary sigh. This was supposed to be his day off, dammit... ES was calling for him, the new expansion beckoning him over to the computer like some kind of succubus of procrastination. Maybe he could spare an hour for a change of pace... but no. Ten more, then I'll play. For a man with as little self-discipline as Ryan, this was deadly concentration. He dragged over another sheaf of papers, already groaning at the number of grammatical errors in the first damn line... It was gonna be a long night.

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Brandenburg

He rolled over in his sleep, uncomfortable on the hard work desk surface. It wasn't the first time the work of his students had lulled him to sleep and he'd be damned if it would be the last. A small, irritating part of him suggested that it might be time to wake up, get to doing his job for once but in that fuzzy moment between wakefulness and sleep, Ryan just didn't give a damn. He fidgeted some more. The desk was especially uncomfortable today... Bit cold too. And with a certain hint of... grass. He slowly woke up, casting a groggy eye around the room; maybe he fell asleep on a plant pot or- What the shit?

Ryan came around with a start as he realised he most definitely was not in his study. Pushing himself up onto his elbows (and finding it oddly easy to do so), he was shocked to find himself randomly in a field. A rather pleasant breeze flowed overhead and the sound of arguing songbirds would have been soothing if he knew what the fuck was going on. Granted, he had woken up in fields before, hungover and unsure of how he got there, but this was different. No headache for a start. Birds, check. Trees, check. People... nope. Had he gotten that drunk that he had somehow wandered off and slept so long the hangover had worn off..? Must have been a hell of a night.

So far this seemed the most logical explanation. Luckily he had experience of these sort of situations and knew precisely how to deal with it. 'Save me, Google Maps...' His voice also sounded off, but that fit the drunken wandering scenario too. He staggered to his feet and started rummaging around for his smartphone; it was then he noticed something particularly unusual. He wasn't wearing his usual shirt for starters. He also appeared to have gained a lot of weight on the chest... He squeezed experimentally. Yep, definitely mine. He squeezed again. Pretty big. And soft. Ryan hazarded a look down. Before his eyes stood two magnificent mounds, the type that probably required a bit of plastic surgery. At this point his mind flat-lined and for a long minute he just stood there, prodding and poking at his new-found breasts. 'Well that's a thing.' Thinking about it logically, he came to a workable explanation; he was asleep. Somehow that made the whole situation a bit sad. How sexually frustrated must Ryan have been to dream about growing his own tits to enjoy? That depressing thought aside, it was quite a nice dream so far. Very, uh... lucid.

He also inspected his hands as they roved across the jubbly hills, finding that they too were a little unfamiliar. Rather slim and soft, although that might just have been the silk gloves he appeared to be wearing. Further inspection revealed a jacket, blue, gold trim. Familiar... Somehow he had a sneaking suspicion he knew what, or rather who he currently was and a quick grab at the hat he turned out to be wearing confirmed it.

He sat back down thoughtfully. 'So... let's take stock. I'm having a dream about my own PC. Will it be a good dream or..?' He looked down again. 'Or a wet one..?' Not that it much mattered either way, he likely wouldn't remember anything in the morning. Chalk it up to the crazy shit a brain can think up when pickled alive in alcohol. He tried standing back up, took a few steps. It didn't feel natural somehow; his legs were too thin and never went were he wanted them to go. Also having those weights on his chest made turning a bit of a balancing act... He could easily see himself being thrown off balance by his own assets.

Now then. Dreams contained interesting happenings, yes? That's kinda the point, that's what dreams did. Luckily one soon presented itself. As Ryan kept experimenting with walking without falling over, he heard a voice calling from a ways away. Didn't sound happy, whoever it was. He decided to wander over, trying to practice his balance as he went. By the time he spied the red-haired young man, he had gotten fairly proficient at it. 'Um... Hi.' He stalled for a long moment, suddenly unsure of what to say. Weren't dreams meant to do the whole conversation thing for you? No effort on your part, you're supposed to be a passenger, not the driver. 'Are you...' And just what did you ask dream people? Freudian questions about your own subconscious? '... new... here..?' Come to think of it, he recognised the guy's armour. Definitely an Elder Tale-inspired dream then. In that case, he might as well get into character. 'I'm Ry- Brandenburg. I... think. Also you're... kinda glowing.'

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

/clears throat

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Aha, I was starting to think everyone must have died!

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Not waiting on anyone in particular btw. If anyone wants to post for chilling out, maybe meeting a few NPCs from the other squad or just having a chat, go ahead.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

No worries, post when you can.
If @Aerandir doesn't turn up in, say, two more days, I'll have to put Hector in reserve. @SwordfishKnight too.

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

Done and done. Looking forward to the kickoff.

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

IN REAL LIFE

Name: Ryan Haraldsson
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Ryan

Lazy, dishevelled, half-arsed. All good ways to describe how Ryan looks on a day to day basis. Most of the time he wears old jeans and faded band shirts, refusing to buy new clothes while his ancient wardrobe still has life in it. His dark blonde hair is greying a little at the edges and stubble flocks his otherwise clear complexion.

Background:
Teaching was never really Ryan's life ambition. After leaving school with so-so grades and getting an average degree at an average university, his intention was to join the Army and coast away his adult life doing office work somewhere or another. No such luck of course; after failing Selection three times, Ryan finally gave in and began drifting across London, from one dead-end job to another. It was all he could do to stay motivated as the bills racked up and the monotony set in, until a chance encounter with an American girl in a nightclub (and subsequently, her hotel room) convinced him that a better life awaited across the pond, full of cheap beer, good bars and tasty women. With a much-needed boost of enthusiasm, Ryan took courses in a number of subjects, from languages and history to teaching methods; it was that last one that finally landed him a ticket off Old Blighty. At the age of 23, he was employed by a high school in some town he couldn't pronounce, in a state he had never heard of; despite not having a clue what he was doing, Ryan dove right in and after a few months floundering, had a fairly respectable position passing on his not-quite-perfect German.

Naturally his British charms gave him a few advantages with the local ladies, but before long the novelty wore off and they started seeing him for the lout that he was. With his favourite pastime giving him the cold shoulder, Ryan started broadening his horizons, finding new ways to waste his life away. Gambling, hunting, he even dabbled in a bit of shooting before deciding it was too much effort. In the end he settled for a bit of classic PC gaming, jumping from FPS to RPG to RTS. All fun enough up to a point, but he never found one that challenged him consistently. MMOs weren't much better, as anyone who's played WoW would know, but there was one that he kept going back to, mainly due to the decent playerbase and regular updates. Elder Tale was an alright sort of game, a bit archetypal at times but nevertheless interesting enough to draw you in. Take that new expansion for example, Novasphere Pioneers; no-one had a clue what a Novasphere was nor how to pioneer it, but it made for an entertaining distraction when he should be marking homework.

Personality:
Ryan Haraldsson is in essence, a lazy bastard. When all's said and done, most work can wait til tomorrow and you don't get in that much trouble for missing the odd deadline, so why rush? That said, Ryan takes his hobbies very, very seriously and puts far more time and effort into them than he really should. A lot of the time he seems half asleep, chilling out at the side of the group while everyone argues about what bar to go to, but as soon as that first round is ordered, Ryan becomes the life of the party. His repertoire of party tricks include the One-Chug Pint, the Leaning Tower of Bottles and the infamous How to Steal a Bottle of Vodka from Behind the Bar trick. In-game he is much the same, often playing while drunk or halfway there. Ryan will sit to one side of the party, listening with half an ear to the strategies discussed before bombing it into battle with more gusto than anyone else present. While he doesn't often act it, Ryan can be quite a mature person at times and is professionally skilled at looking after younger people. His age and profession make him quite emotionally stable, not taken to bouts of anger or irrational moods. He also tends to use his avatar's body to his advantage, with mixed results.

IN GAME

In-Game Name: Brandenburg
In-Game Gender: Female
Race: Wolf Fang

In-Game Appearance:

Brandenburg

In her full glory, Brandenburg stands a good 5"10". While her armour changes regularly as new loot is acquired, she tries to keep to a Napoleonic era German theme, with a great flowing Imperial coat, a classic bicorne and a loose dress shirt that does nothing to hide her amble chest (as Ryan intended). Her sharp Wolf Fang ears vary from being up and alert during combat to flopping down the sides of her head at any other time.

Class: Swashbuckler
Class Level: 73
Skills:
[Flurry]
A basic Swashbuckler attack, [Flurry] launches a chain of twelve rapid attacks on a single target.

[Leaping Thrust]
The Swashbuckler leaps forward to deliver a punishing hit. Useful for jumping to a target out of melee range.

[Blinding Speed]
Slashes across the enemy's eyes, stunning them for up to three seconds and interrupting spellcasting.

[Dance of Blades]
A high-level channelled attack, [Dance of Blades] throws the Swashbuckler into a massive series of attacks in a 90 degree arc, stunning and dealing extreme damage to all targets within range over ten seconds. Any damage to the Swashbuckler during this time cancels the attack. The cooldown last several hours, making it an ace-in-the-hole, last resort attack.

Subclass: Aristocrat
Subclass Level: 52
Sub Skills:
[Airs and Graces]
Subtly changes the reactions from certain People of the Land, as they instinctively know that this person is a member of the nobility (in a way).

[Items of Quality]
Unlocks certain items in some Lander shops, generally rare ingredients and vanity items.

Equipment

Head:
[Junker's Bicorne] [Production Class]
A rather regal bicorne with a hefty plume, this hat gives negligible stat bonuses, but looks pretty damn stylish.

Body:
[Captain's Pride] [Artefact Class]
A rare drop from a mid-level raid boss, this coat gives a bonus to attack speed and crit chance.

Arms:

Left:

[Deliverance] [Production Class]
Despite being ludicrously expensive, this kukri is an outstanding DoT weapon, adding stacks of bleeding damage with every hit. When paired with its twin, [Absolution], it is one of the most effecting late-game DoT Swashbuckler weapons.

Right:

[Absolution] [Production Class]
The twin blade to [Deliverance], this kukri adds a stack of [Fury] to the user each time it hits, increasing the user's attack speed by 5%, up to a maximum of 50%. When used together these knives are perfectly suited to fighting raid bosses as the damage they deal increases over time, but are somewhat less effective when fighting weaker enemies.

Accessories:
[Pernicious Band of the Spelunker] [Magic Class]
A ring that gives a bit of a trade-off in terms of stats; -10% defence but +15% movement speed.

Title:
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Guild:
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Miscellaneous:
As a British man, Ryan speaks with a fairly middle class English accent. When playing as Brandenburg however, he puts on quite a strong German one; after the Catastrophe however, he tends to only use the German accent when trying to sound particularly impressive or exotic.

Brandenburg speaks passably good German, enough for Ryan to land a job teaching it.

Has a habit of yelling 'Brandenburg' when charging; quite fond of her historic references.

While Brandenburg generally uses her twin kukris in combat, she does also carry a pair of basic Magic class sabres for grinding and style.