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4 mos ago
Current Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
4 mos ago
Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
1 yr ago
The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
2 yrs ago
Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
2 yrs ago
A character isn't deep or compelling just because you let them get hurt a lot, are always depressed, or do morally questionable things.


If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.

I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.

As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.

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Munch dines on his meal as he listens to the matron. "Guard captain needs outside help huh? Sounds like a job for me then." Munch continues eating, silently critiquing the meal. It was a roasted lingcod, stuffed with some herbs for scent and flavor. Lightly salted, and otherwise not very well seasoned. Very dry, overcooked most likely. At least the meat was somewhat tender, indicating it's a fresh catch and they're not eating old fish. Overall a mediocre meal. Sufficient given the resources available, but Munch could do much better. "Ma'am, I'm interested in helping the guard captain. Do you know where I can find him?"
Tungsten was already going through a veritably whirlwind of emotions with his new position, but now Faetalis wants them to not only have a human skin, but to think of themselves as humans. Even with the gift of sapience, this was not something that Tungesten ever thought to do, and has no idea how to approach this. He has always been a remorseless killing machine, and never once thought himself human, humanoid, or even remotely similar to most other bipedal sapient lifeforms. He took about as much attention to pay attention to the nature of humans as much as he paid attention to the life and culture of ants.

Once more Tungsten was stunned into silence. All he could do was strip the flesh suit off of his body, the artificial mass deflating around his skeletal frame. He tried to think about what exactly Faetalis wanted, and what her words meant. She wanted everyone to create a unique human form, not simply take one from their creators. Tungsten wasn't entirely sure why: were these not merely disguises for them to use to infiltrate the new world? Why invest so much in their meaning? However the more he thought of it, the more Tungsten slowly began to realize that Faetalis was looking towards the future.

Right now everyone was scrambling to restore the guild back to it's former glory. At best everyone was concerned about what the future holds and what threats may approach them in their weakened state. But Faetalis did not care for such things. She did not want the Overseers to be a reflection of the past, but the explorers of a new, unknown future. Tungsten was uncertain still, but at the same time he was beginning to see what Faetalis wanted. She wanted everyone to stop waiting for their creators to come home, for her to give them purpose, and for themselves to create their own purpose. Their own ambitions, to act on their own will. Just as humans explore and expand beyond merely comfort, but towards conquest. Never satisfied with merely surviving, but thriving, for themselves.

To live for one's own self, and not for the purpose of your creator or even towards one's purpose. Unlike humans, who are born into the world with no meaning or fate, each and every one of the Overseer were created to cater and operate their facilities. They knew very little beyond the confines of their factories. The world may as well not exist beyond the context of their factory and the guild as a whole. But Faetalis wants them all to move past that. So Tungsten had to ask himself. What did he want? What would he do, without his creator, without the factory? What did he want to be?

Tungsten tried to think deeply. For all of his life, it has been defined by his service to AlphaQ. To be her shield, to take on her pain. To support her in her endeavors until the bitter end. Though he must now live for himself, he cannot help but think that he still wishes to do what he once did in his past life. To help others, take on their suffering, and support them to become a better self. Even if he cannot live for AlphaQ, he can live for someone else. He lives for others, because that is what he wants to do. He wants to be, "A hero."

Thoughts became physical as Tungsten gains a new skin. Unlike the previous form, this one was not big and burly. So thin in fact, one could still see the bones. Tungsten has always disguised himself as a bigger, more intimidating form, but his true self, his inner human, was small. Puny even. Not a hulking monstrosity like his armor, not having the same larger-than-life presence as his creator. Indeed, Tungsten looked like one of the weakest Overseers. But all the more reason that Tungsten chose this form. It's not about how he looks, but how he acts. Even if he looks tiny he will fight like a giant, and live a hero's life. "I do not understand what you request, Creator Faetalis. But I like this form. It feels... Comfortable."

Little did Tungsten know, he was also buck naked and letting his newly formed male organ hang out. He had quite a weapon on his person, truly a weapon suitable for slaying dragons given it's size and strength. Likely a physical representation of Tungsten's own prowess in battle. And unlike Faetalis, he still didn't really feel the cold though his new flesh was starting to feel a breeze and he wasn't sure if that was normal or not. He has a lot to learn about being a flesh-and-blood creature. On the bright side, he has some interesting woad patterns on his body.

Munch goes to find a chair that is both short enough for him to reach, but also tall enough for him to comfortably sit up to the table or counter. Once seated he takes his heavy pack off and puts it on the floor next to him. When the old matron stopped by, he smiled and nodded."A warm meal and mug of mead would be nice." He slides a single gold coin out to the lady. "And any local news, if you know any. I'm new in town and want to know what's going on around town, see if there's anything I can do to help. I'm a cleric you see, so if there's anything I can do to help, I'd like to do whatever I can."
Ye. While every factory can be expected to be able to produce their own minions, having a dedicated minion factory means we can focus more of our resources and duties while healing minion production off to another factory. And if we want to do more intricate upgrades to our minions, we can use your factory's resources instead of our own.

This can also result in our overseers making minions who utilize resources that our factories don't specialize in. People could start having their own cybernetic minions instead of just Tungsten's skeletons. Or people could use insectoids similar to what Gamma has. So on and so forth.
Could try for more specialized servant types? Like in general. For example while Cyber Skeletons are useful if you need to shoot things, craft things, or just need someone with a pair of hands, they're not great shooters or crafters. Could have slimes who's purposes is to provide more specialized minions to suit more esoteric needs that aren't explicitly covered by existing minions. For example, fire-proof minions to deal with extreme heat areas.

Their factory function would basically be built around tinkering with minions. While every factory can create their own, your factory is where the original creators would build and test out new minions before ported them to their respective factories for production. In the new world, this could possibly be expanded to take new denizens and see what abilities they have could be adapted into minions or even the Overseers themselves.
Most factories have their own servants, and even those who don't tend to borrow from other factories. For example, a lot of people use my Cyber Skeletons, since their main purpose is to basically be built en masses and used by any of the guild Overseers as they see fit.
It be like that. Take care of yourself.
Ye. I figured I ought to go for a big strong dude, but I also wanted to be a pretty lady. So I thought why not both, and be a big strong pretty lady.
Tungsten was uncertain about this idea. Not that he did not think it was a good idea, but more of a personal matter. Though a Cyber Skeleton, he has never been outside of the Darksteel Colossus since his creation. The suit of immortal armor was as much a part of his body as his bones were. However, if Faetalis was to go with Tungsten's plan to disguise themselves as wandering heroes, then indeed, many of the Overseers may have to leave the guild on missions, and their monstrous appearance will surely put them at odds with the natives if they're predominately humanoid. So Tungsten understood the need to take on a human guise, if only for their mission.

Tungsten allowed the others to go before him while he began the rather lengthy process of getting out of his armor. Part of the features to prevent enemies from sundering or removing his armor is the fact it takes such a lengthy time to disrobe, even willingly. This was done in the event he was ever mentally compromised and was commanded to hand over his equipment. By the time it was his turn, Tungsten looked at what the others had chosen as their disguise. They were conventionally attractive looking humanoid women, and Tungsten wondered what he should look like. He has never thought about looking "humanoid" at all, having always imagined himself as either the Darksteel Colossus or his base Cyber Skeleton form. The only humanoid form he could think of right now was AlphaQ, and he would not besmirch her imagine by pretending to be her.

Instead Tungsten simply looked through the available skins and choose one that fit his dimensions. Fortunately since his base form was literally a skeleton, he had many options to choose from. Ultimately, he choose a woman's form, just like the others had, but he chose a strong looking form that almost looked masculine. Fortunately the magic of making these skinsuits also gave Tungsten the needed mass and muscles to fill out the suit where his skeletal body wouldn't. It did feel strange however. Lighter than his armor, yet at the same time.... Naked. Despite wearing clothes. Tungsten however would not admit to being uncomfortable outside of his armor, as he simply clenched his fist tightly and gave Faetalis a nod. His new body giving her a confident smile. "This form suits me well. Thank you, Creator Faetalis."

It's been a long walk through the weather. After getting enough money to buy new gear, Munch finally arrived to Targos as part of his journey. He was used to cold winds but even he didn't want to stay out here for any longer than he had to. To get inside, have a warm meal, and a delicious drink, he could really go for something like that right now. Slapping his face to keep it warm Munch asks around for directions. They pointed him towards the Three Flags Sailing for drinks, and the Luskan Arms for a room. Munch was a bit light in the pocket right now but with any luck he'll find work at the tavern. If nothing else he could always ply his services as a cleric and chef. People always needed healing and food.

As Munch glances around he recognizes a familiar face. One that he didn't exactly want to see again. Quickly Munch pulls up his hood and turns his head away. Best if they don't talk to each other, or show that they know one another. People may start asking questions. Munch heads straight towards the Three Flags Sailing as fast as his little feet could take him.
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