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2 yrs ago
Current Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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2 yrs 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.
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3 yrs 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.
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4 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.
4 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.
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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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Mamoru awoke in her bed, somewhat sticky and wearing some parts of her uniform. While her top was off she was still wearing her stockings, which made her feel a tad uncomfortable. They felt very stuffy. This Mamoru jumped out of bed and went to deal with the Classic morning ritual of finding herself fresh regalia, cleansing the body of filth and impurities, and refueling to confront today’s new challenges. That is to say, change clothes, use the bathroom, and get breakfast.

By the time Mamoru was done it was roughly 0730, give or take. She didn’t remember when she woke up by she did know she took her sweet time in the shower. Her breakfast was packed with nutrients, eating a whole two breakfast sausages, a large bowl of oatmeal, two bananas, an apple, and even a salad. She washed it all down with a bottle of orange juice as she ran out of the dorm in her crisp new uniform.

Mamoru’s arrival to class was uneventful, aside from Mamoru running through the halls and narrowly avoiding people, even the few who actively tried to stop her. To her it was just all good fun. ”Gooooood morning Krusty Krew! What’s on today’s agenda?” Taking her seat Mamoru looked at the board and saw that her name was paired up with others in different groups. Even Mamoru could recognize a team when she saw it. ”Ooooh! New teams! Another battle royal? I wonder where we’re fighting at this time!” Mamoru seemed hype.







Donny had awoken in his room. At some point he left those garbage cans and left a surprise for whoever was throwing away trash (the surprise was there there was no trash and the entire bins were spotless). He lifted himself out of the metal basin that served as his bed; unlike others who needed beds or at least a mat, Donny felt most comfortable in anything that could reliably contain his body when at rest. He disliked how restrictive his meat bag felt when he sleeps, and being on a bed made him feel nervous that he was eventually just going to fall off. And when he just sleeps on the floor his body just naturally spreads itself out everywhere.

Thus after he gathered himself up Donny went to his meat sack. It was somewhat ghastly to see the flayed flesh of a humanoid person hanging off the wall like a coat, but for Donny that was just how he prepared himself in the mornings. He grabbed a fresh meat sack, not the one that was a bit beat up from yesterday, and snuck to the baths. He was all too aware that he smelled like garbage and he needed to get rid of that smell in his room. Fortunately he had an air freshener.

Donny had his breakfast in the bathroom by filling a tub up with water, washing his body and random teeth, then drinking his bath water completely. That was as fulfilling of a meal as a normal breakfast was, which of course Donny still went to make. Unlike last night's dinner, Donny’s breakfast was a simple meal consisting nothing but cereal and milk. Namely a bowl of every cereal in the pantry with milk. He had at least five bowls before he decided that would be enough, though he also packed snacks. He still had the onigiri from yesterday so he tucked that away. He also brought a bit of tubberware and saved himself two slices of cheese cake. He filled up a bottle with water and another with apple juice. Lastly, a bag of Machiko’s cookies. ”This ought to last me to lunch.”

Once everything was packed Donny left the dorms and went to his home room. He was trying to feel excited but frankly he was rather anxious. He knew this was a hero school and they were going to do a lot of hardcore stuff. He just kinda hoped that maybe the first day of class was just sort of a crash course, and afterwards they’ll take it a bit more slow with this hero stuff. So it didn’t make him feel any better when he entered class and saw that his name was paired up with multiple others. He just gulped and shuffled to his seat. ”S-So we’re fighting again…”
@ScorpionFlower Cool. But it looks like we have a hunt now. How about Donnel stumbles into her and offers her a job to tag along with him? Pay ya some money to just carry his things and maybe flirt.
Hoi. Glad you can join us! I’d be stoked to have some action soon.

@ScorpionFlower your character seems pretty interesting. What day a roguish scoundrel ala Donnel my Dood meets her and chats her up?

Survival Class
He’s on a boat (he should probably leave it)


”Gren Orchid. You must be new, I don’t think I’ve seen you around. I think? You look familiar…” Gren looked at Ashe more closely but before he could figure out where he recognized her, class started. He stepped away and waved Ashe goodbye. ”Looks like the fun is about to begin, I’ll see you around.” Gren went back to his seat as Estelle started class. Everyone finished their conversation and cupcakes as they returned to their seats. The teach wanted them to follow her, so Gren grabbed his gun and followed her.

He whistles as he arrives to the holo deck. He’s heard of tech like this but he’s never had the pleasure of using it himself. He wasn’t sure how “realistic” this stuff can get but chances are they’ll be up to snuff. Estelle told them to find a place to stand away from everyone else. Gren did so, and after about a minute they were on a flooded boat. ”Oh shit…” Gren gulped. He was not expecting this. But he wasn’t entirely unprepared either.

The first thing Gren analyzes was dry land. He could barely make it out on the horizon, but he could vaguely see what may be land. It was perhaps a mile or two off. He also took note that the ship they were on was sinking, and from the sound it was being attack by Grimm. So swimming wasn’t going to be safe. Fortunately Gren can use his semblance to just glide on the water, and with his thrusters he could get there in no time. If he was alone: the entire class was here, and Gren wasn’t going to leave them behind. Already people were scrambling to gather materials to help them off this shipwreck. Gren would do the same, going down the deck to try and find some life jackets, floaties, and maybe something that will help him if he goes for a dive.

What Gren finds with a cursory search is a bunch of rope, two life jackets that were way too small for him, and a whole lot of towels. He suppose if people get wet they could use the towels to keep themselves warm and dry. But by the time he grabbed these he could hear the water underneath his feet. Thus he ran to the top of the ship and looked to see what the other students had gathered. ”I hope y’all found a boat without a leak!”
Orchid would scream, and he often did, when the cultists and bandits informed him that the loot he so desired was unavalible to him. Either they did not know or Orchid was not worthy, which frustrated him to no end. He was just a hates breath from taking out his blade and demanding that he be allowed this “initiation rites” when a grizzled veteran of a man coaxed him into taking a drink. Orchid downed the bitter brew when offered, somewhat placated.

”Ugh. Orchid need weapon, armor. Become mighty! Like dragon!”

Orchid took out the machete given to him by his elven kin. It was sleek and sharp, despite Orchid’s lack of care for it. The blade was scratched, knicked, and pitted at some places, but still as sharp as it was when it was made. It’s broad blade was perfect for Orchid’s brute force combat style. ”Orchid see Dragon. Orchid think, be strong, like dragon! But how? Orchid think more, Orchid think Orchid need loot. Weapon and armor, taken from dead warriors. Like dragon do, yeah?”
Hmm. I guess Orchid is going to chat with a wise old soldier about how to be strong.
@harinezumikouken

Well well well. I have an idea how to bring Shiro back into the fold. All we need to do is get this survival class going.

Welcome back buddy. Still alive?
After the hunt with the giant fish monster, Donnel didn't exactly spend his money "wisely". Having finally cleared his name to become an honest hunter, Donnel had no need to hide himself from the public eye. Even though the captain had offered to pay for drinks Donnel had cashed in his plunder. He prowled various bars and taverns throughout the city, attempted to woo many women, and got into many more brawls. At some point he met a physician who treated his injuries during the hunt, saying that despite the pain Donnel suffered no worse than a bruising. Some rest, a bit of poultice, and a good meal and he should be back in action in no time. So of course Donnel continued his pub crawl, but with less fights this time

Eventually he would return to the hunter’s hall utterly plastered and very talkative. Granted he didn’t say anything anyone would understand, but he seemed like a boisterous fellow. Occasionally he’d be able to string together a sentence where he told the other hunters of the hunt. ”Oh aye! I was there alright! Boots on the ground, on the prowl! One big fishie, big as a man with claws as sharp as knives he was! But no knives could break my skin, no sir! Bash em flat and cut off his head I did, one chop!” To emphasis the point Donnel drew his axe and slashed his blade clean through a table, laughing heartily while sheathing the weapon. ”Aye but that was just a baby! I took on the big one head on I did, with no backup to boot! Charged right at em, bam! My shield into his arm, paralyzing it! Ha ha ha ha!”

At some point night turned into day. Donnel awoke in the Hunter’s Lodge in a bed, partially stripped of his armor and weapons. Fortunately they were just at the foot of his bed so he didn’t have to hunt down a thief. Seemed like he managed to find his way here on his own though from the putrid smell emanating from the chamber pot he wasn’t able to bring company. “Pew! Argh…. I need to find some food.” Walking to the main hall Donnel made a beeline straight to wherever cooking could be done. There were a few people making a simple stew but Donnel moved them out of the way. He was gruff and aggressive as he made himself breakfast using the finest ingredients available, mostly just bread and meat. But damn if it wasn’t the best he’s made so far. He devoured the meal with vigor as he wondered what the next job was going to be.
Ah. So what have I missed?
I’m just waiting for you boss in Orchid’s never ending quest for better loot.
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