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Current Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame...
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Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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New Interest Check, everybody!
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Probably just my fault for not making an example character, which I will probably do, and make it for an NPC we will meet in Al-Marabar. Anyway...

@Letter Bee
Probably best you just read what I just said about fighting style. Yours is pretty easy at least, it's kind of everything in a regular cowboy's skillset short of lassos and rifles. Everything else seems fine so far.


Edited.

Andrew Rivers

South Nui Awa - Unknown FPA HQ

50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, and a set of radio calisthenics after that, Andrew Rivers thought as he spent the long days after the harrowing escape from Yuzhny Portveyn exercising, preparing his body and mind for an uncertain future. We're not dead yet. We have hope. The outcome is still in the balance.

His jacket was draped over a chair; he took it with him even in his rare showers because it was proof he was a Green Knight, his link to his family. He had no doubt his father will be coming for him, that at the end of the day, Raven Rivers would find him, and they would all be one big happy family again - This was the hope that sustained him in these dark days. Hope, faith, love; Andrew had never been religious, but he appreciated those themes better now.

Not that he was a convert to anything; true, most of the books he had access to as a 'Guest' of the FPA were religious or devotional in nature, but Andrew took only bits and pieces of consolation from them. Instead, as he kept training, sharpening his body and mind, making the most of his stay in his room, consuming every bit of food and drink provided him, and occasionally trying to talk his 'minders' to give him the news, Andrew learned to wait.

Of the little family, it was his mother who was patient; his father can pretend to be such, but they all knew better. Andrew thought about what his mother must be suffering right now, how the entire civilian contingent of the Knights must be doing in Fort Tie Shan, and this time, he contained his resentments.

As he brushed the sweat from his forehead with a dirty rag, Andrew threw himself into another set of sit-ups on the floor of the room he had been locked in, no longer pretending he was above anger, above grief, above hatred. He just learned a lesson his father hadn't done so, as far as he knew: You can feel hatred, anger, and resentment, but you don't have to let it out. Hold it in, but do not hold it back; feel but keep it private.

He was not going to explode, to grow psychotic, his anger will burn and smolder, but it will be channeled, metered out as needs must. This was what he promised himself, all alone in this dirty room, a 'Guest' of the Free People's Army, one who was trying to gain their trust but was now conscious that anything can happen to set that quest back. Anything.

My life is no longer in my own hands. I don't have control of my fate. But that is not forever; I can wait now. Dad will come for me, and so will the Colonel. Another 50 sit-ups will do for the next hour, then I can rest, relax, meditate, and pray(?). Then I start again unless my minders offer me another plate of rice and a few bits of fish.

He checked his jacket to see if the FPA had allowed him to keep a few of the more 'innocent' items, such as a portable game console, a toy, or even candy. If they had, he can use that as a bribe to get some decent milk or even calcium supplements. If they hadn't, he'd offer to do manual labor for them in their base in exchange for those; carefully watched, of course, even though it'd be absurd for him to attempt to escape...
Collab between @Dezuel and @Letter Bee.













Private Collab - Noel and Regil

Edit: This was before Noel's Age got Retconed to 18 from 16.



@Letter Bee @MagusDream
Diligence's Hammer:



Also, still deciding whether to reopen this to new players, but the answer might probably be yes.
After some thought, I don't think I should join; sorry for the inconvenience.

@Coltshan

A heads up, the way the RP will be run is it will focus on one country at a time. Each with their own self-contained stories to participate in and affect some of the outcomes.

Seeing as I could start it in any country I like, I'd also like to ask players what country they're most interested in as a starting point. I realize the decision should be made somewhat early, as it can affect what kind of character people would want to make to start out.


Decided on Geo!


Name: Celeste Zum Deikum/Cassandra Troia.

Age: 24

Gender: Female.

Bio: Celeste remembers her father as a kind man, albeit stressed due to his work in keeping Side 3 free from the Earth Federation. Growing up, she would later see that despite this kindness, he did not see her as his heir, despite being his oldest child in this timeline, and the seed of resentment was planted in her. Her brother, Casval, was more precious to their father than she was, and also had a streak of... ruthlessness? Courage? Or even cruelty masking as strength? Either way, the two siblings tried to love each other, but as she tried to educate herself in politics, tactics, and even the un-woman-like art of strategy, relations between her and her father grew colder and her brother and younger sister blamed her.

The Zabi Family's spies caught onto these tensions, and they tried to send Ghiren, the most attractive of their sons, to seduce her. She spat in his face, moved by a 'sixth sense' which saw a darkness in the young man. Her father, believing that she was at fault, sent her away to a remote portion of Side 3, where she was quickly forgotten... Too quickly.

In the place of her soft exile, a small town set in artificial rolling hills on the far side of a colony, she discovered that she was one of the Newtypes her father preached about and revered, but not expected his daughter to be. She had the power to sense people's feelings, their nature, and eventually, the ability to influence their thoughts. For a brief moment, she thought about trying to gain her father's recognition by showing him this power or maybe even using it on him and her family to make them all respect her as they should. Then, Zeon Zum Deikum died or was assassinated, and then his successor, Degwin Dogdo Zabi, sent several men to take her into custody so she can be married off to Ghiren. But by then, she sprung her trap.

By being kind and generous to the townsfolk, she gained their love. And by using her power to peek into the hearts of the men and women sent after her, by playing to their hopes and dreams, by refusing to control their minds and emotions directly and instead revealing to them why they were wrong, and that there is a better way to achieve spacenoid independence, she gained their trust. And when she next disappeared, she had a set of loyal guards with her.

Years later, as a war between the Federation and Zeon drew closer, there were rumors of a 'Lady in White' in Side 6, Riah, who called herself 'Cassandra Troia'. She drew large crowds to her, warning of the consequences of war, the billions of people killed and millions left traumatized, of the damage to the Earth's ecosystem and the normalization of mass atrocities, of the legacy of hatred that will scar civilized space and create a cycle of war, brief truces, and war again that would last until the last human was dead.

This did not go unanswered; many tried to shut her up, or even assassinate her, but all failed, or even worse for her enemies, were converted to her side. Eventually, she was donated a ship by a sympathetic member of the Riah Autonomous region, a ship technically flagged as a 'civilian' one but with more weapons than usual. Her plans now are to wait for the war, gather disillusioned people and deserters from both sides to her banner, and bring peace... Even if she had to resort to force and hypocrisy to do it!

Skills: A gifted public speaker who is no slouch at practical politics, able to gain the loyalty of not just fighting folk, but also logisticians, financiers, and accountants, aka the people who can keep a fleet running.

Personality: A pure-hearted hypocrite, a daughter at odds with her family, but who still loves them deep inside. A believer in the justice of her cause who nevertheless is willing to examine said cause for flaws and switch her methods to 'something better' if the latter can be found. And finally, someone who wants the love of a father who is now too dead to give his acknowledgment.

These contradictions point to the fact that Celeste Zum Deikum/Cassandra Troia is a woman trying to make her way in a man's world as best as she could, yet plays the feminine roles of peacemaker, mother, and nurturer. This is not a weakness in her view, for what she desires is something she knows both men and women want - Peace and the prosperity that can come with it. Nevertheless, she resents the sexism in which her father had treated her and does not want to restrict others from following their dreams because of their gender...

Newtype(Including Rank E to A)[Y/N]: Y, Rank A.
Had an idea for a newtype pilot and a gouf- maybe I'll play into it and be a descendant of Ramba Ral


You mean son or grandson? Or Ramba Ral himself?
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