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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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Character sheet complete! Can't wait to start.
I'll give it a look.
Tungsten remained silent as Faetalis granted the Overseers their new skins, as well as new orders. Though stoic and emotionless on the surface Tungsten was still a whirlwind of emotions, both proud and fearful, of what the future may hold. This was such a new direction of authority that Tungsten had very little idea of what to do. Deep inside, he even wondered if Faetalis was perhaps even wrong about this direction. He dare not speak it however, knowing that such a thing said would surely be punished. Indeed, Tungsten himself wanted to seek repentance for questioning the great creator. He was just full of doubt... But with a hint of pride as well.
Returning to the Big Scrap Alley, Tungsten did a check on operations. Things were... Functioning. Not the best, but not the worse. Mostly focused on repairs. But Tungsten needed to think for himself now. Now just for the operation of the guild. Not just in honor of his creator. He needed to do what he wanted to do. And he wanted to be a hero, but how? In times like these, Tungsten had very little idea of how to resolve his internal conflicts. But there was one constant in his life he could turn towards. One thing that he knew would always help him, just as it has helped his creator in the past: Music.
Walking to his room Tungsten went to operate his command center. Here he could coordinate everything within his zones, as well as track down his Cyber Skeletons. Though a warrior and craftsman, Tungsten was also something of a musician. A showman. Sure, he did not make his own music, but he is able to get a feel for music and find what most resonates with him. Something that would speak his emotions where the machine could not. He sorted a few of his Cyber Skeletons away from standby to assist him in operating a few instruments as he attached a microphone to the side of his head, walking through the factory to begin to work and sing and song he felt matched his mood the best.
He looked at the analytics of his factory, noting how badly it was doing before. That's what was eating him, among many things. Just to see how far they've fallen. He's working so hard to just get back to their former glory, could he really be relied on to change directions? To do better? Even his creator toiled for many years to do everything she had accomplished now, with the aid of the guild. Tungsten himself wasn't even a factor until she was already well into development with the Big Scrap Alley. Truthfully, the fact that he had to take care of it was a massive burden, one that he will never admit to being too difficult, but it had such baggage that the pressure was crushing him.
Tungsten began to read. Reading the personal logs and account of his Creator, AlphaQ. He's always had access to them but before he had only ever listened to her accounts in person. He found them fascinating and all the more reason to worship her. Now all he had of her were these books. Most incomplete, barely notes or just a jumble of words with no context. And yet somehow, Tungsten felt... Familiarity from these text. It's when he began to realize that some of these words aligned with quests that he had done with her, or ones she had done in the past that she told him about. This lead into a sort of rabbit hole where he began to search up information on the quests she had partaken themselves, accessing the database of quest guides and plot summaries that AlphaQ had archived.
But the more he read into the story, the more he began to realize just how hard AlphaQ had fought. Her earlier records were far more full of her personal thoughts that Tungsten ever knew. He had always seen her as a strong, defiant woman, willing to fight against the very gods if they wrong her. But these earlier records... They showed her weakness. They showed her doubt. Her struggles. How the guild was barely operable at the best of time due to a lack of resources and dedicated players. Dramas in both real and in-game life that threaten to tear the guild apart. Heinous things said by creators and to creators. Now granted, these were all from AlphaQ's perspective. Tungsten knew that perhaps she was just being bias. But even so, it showed that once upon a time she was not great. And yet somehow that was... Good.
Tungsten began to reevaluate himself as he began to walk around the Big Scrap Alley, singing loudly into his microphone over the dim of construction. He needed to stop wallowing in this self-loathing, he knows that. He thought that he wasn't worthy. But reading these archives, seeing AlphaQ's struggle, it gave a renewed sense of purpose in Tungsten. And that's because even if he didn't feel ready, it's thanks to his creator, and the efforts of all the creators, that Tungsten had so much more to work with now than his creator did when she first started out. She took on the role of a Supervisor before the Infactorium had anything beyond a guildhall. He read the history of the Cyber Skeletons and how many versions were made and destroyed as AlphaQ grew into her position and power. Now Tungsten will have to fulfill the role of Supervisor, but he won't start the same as AlphaQ. He had so much more to work with now and he began to realize that he could do things that AlphaQ wasn't able to when she first began.
If Tungsten had tears he would cry. He was reading these archives and it was filled with all sorts of ideas and plans AlphaQ had planned. Ones that Tungsten had never seen, since it seemed like at some point AlphaQ had to abandon these ideals just to keep the Big Scrap Alley running. She was running on fumes, working so hard on her own, and that's not even including Guild Wars and personal conflicts she was settling. No wonder she was so bitter and cynical, seeing all of these youthful ideas she had cast aside for survival. And here Tungsten felt like a fool. He was so filled with doubt, fears, and worries that he wouldn't be worthy despite having so much more than she did in the past. Now he could afford to do all of these things, and still have enough resources left over to continue growing. Tungsten looked around his factory. Instead of seeing what was lost, he should see the potential. To have things that his creator couldn't. Things that she wanted.
Putting the book aside, Tungsten looked around the factory. He needed to get the old crew back together. He immediately set out work to bring back the Boneyard so he can work on Cyber Skeletons again. He'll also need to revive a few operators that were destroyed during the shift to these new lands. Easy to do within the Big Scrap Alley itself since they weren't very high level NPC's. But more importantly, he knew he had to make the most of Faetalis' talents. Surely, she knew of his capabilities to know that despite being a combat oriented Overseer, he also had a mind for trade and logistics. To that end he also knew he needed to expand his work force. Not just the Cyber Skeletons, but truly skilled specialists. After all it's important to be able to delegate tasks for efficiency, and as good as the Cyber Skeletons were as minions they weren't generally useful for more intelligent operations that Tungsten needs done. As long as he can create these specialists, he can afford to expand the range of his influence and control the markets. And if he can control the markets, he controls the money, and with it the power to affect the world. To do what AlphaQ couldn't but wanted to do.
Tungsten still couldn't get over AlphaQ possibly never coming back. He wasn't sure how he could cope, how to mourn. These weren't things he was ever ready to do. But deep inside, he knew he had to move on. Maybe one day she'll be back. Maybe she'll see what great things he's done. But first he needs to do those great things. To be something his creator would be proud of. Something he could be proud of. He would recall all Cyber Skeletons currently on recon and resource collection, since he needs all hands on deck to rebuild his factory floor. Since he also needs to pull double-duty defending the floors, he'll also need to convert some Cyber Skeletons into more combat oriented models. Not a large force, but enough for him to get a gauge of what he should and shouldn't keep. Like AlphaQ, he'll need to do some testing to get a feel for what would serve his purpose the best. Unlike AlphaQ, he has plenty of resources to work with and doesn't need to gamble too much on a prototype that might not work out.
With renewed spirit Tungsten began the process of rebuilding the Big Scrap Alley and ultimately, himself. No longer a mere overseer, not just the meat shield for his creator. He would live his own fate now, guided by his hands. While he will still think of his creator with fondness, he must be willing to leave the nest. He must now take responsibility for the Big Scrap Alley in ways that he never expected, but now his heart was no longer gripped by doubt. Even if he faces uncertainty, he's now far more confident in his abilities by virtue of the struggles his Creator had surpassed before. And he would not fall behind her: he was created to be worthy of standing as her sword and shield. And now, he will continue to stand on the legacy she had built, to create a better world she would love.
Returning to the Big Scrap Alley, Tungsten did a check on operations. Things were... Functioning. Not the best, but not the worse. Mostly focused on repairs. But Tungsten needed to think for himself now. Now just for the operation of the guild. Not just in honor of his creator. He needed to do what he wanted to do. And he wanted to be a hero, but how? In times like these, Tungsten had very little idea of how to resolve his internal conflicts. But there was one constant in his life he could turn towards. One thing that he knew would always help him, just as it has helped his creator in the past: Music.
Walking to his room Tungsten went to operate his command center. Here he could coordinate everything within his zones, as well as track down his Cyber Skeletons. Though a warrior and craftsman, Tungsten was also something of a musician. A showman. Sure, he did not make his own music, but he is able to get a feel for music and find what most resonates with him. Something that would speak his emotions where the machine could not. He sorted a few of his Cyber Skeletons away from standby to assist him in operating a few instruments as he attached a microphone to the side of his head, walking through the factory to begin to work and sing and song he felt matched his mood the best.
I close my eyes and I keep seeing things
Rainbow waterfalls
Sunny liquid dreams
Rainbow waterfalls
Sunny liquid dreams
He looked at the analytics of his factory, noting how badly it was doing before. That's what was eating him, among many things. Just to see how far they've fallen. He's working so hard to just get back to their former glory, could he really be relied on to change directions? To do better? Even his creator toiled for many years to do everything she had accomplished now, with the aid of the guild. Tungsten himself wasn't even a factor until she was already well into development with the Big Scrap Alley. Truthfully, the fact that he had to take care of it was a massive burden, one that he will never admit to being too difficult, but it had such baggage that the pressure was crushing him.
Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt
Gotta get to you
But I don't know how
Gotta get to you
But I don't know how
Tungsten began to read. Reading the personal logs and account of his Creator, AlphaQ. He's always had access to them but before he had only ever listened to her accounts in person. He found them fascinating and all the more reason to worship her. Now all he had of her were these books. Most incomplete, barely notes or just a jumble of words with no context. And yet somehow, Tungsten felt... Familiarity from these text. It's when he began to realize that some of these words aligned with quests that he had done with her, or ones she had done in the past that she told him about. This lead into a sort of rabbit hole where he began to search up information on the quests she had partaken themselves, accessing the database of quest guides and plot summaries that AlphaQ had archived.
Call me, Call me
Let me know it's all right
Call me, Call me
Don't you think it's 'bout time
Please won't you call and
Let me know it's all right
Call me, Call me
Don't you think it's 'bout time
Please won't you call and
But the more he read into the story, the more he began to realize just how hard AlphaQ had fought. Her earlier records were far more full of her personal thoughts that Tungsten ever knew. He had always seen her as a strong, defiant woman, willing to fight against the very gods if they wrong her. But these earlier records... They showed her weakness. They showed her doubt. Her struggles. How the guild was barely operable at the best of time due to a lack of resources and dedicated players. Dramas in both real and in-game life that threaten to tear the guild apart. Heinous things said by creators and to creators. Now granted, these were all from AlphaQ's perspective. Tungsten knew that perhaps she was just being bias. But even so, it showed that once upon a time she was not great. And yet somehow that was... Good.
Ease my mind
Reasons for me to find you
Peace of mind
What can I do
To get me to you
Reasons for me to find you
Peace of mind
What can I do
To get me to you
Tungsten began to reevaluate himself as he began to walk around the Big Scrap Alley, singing loudly into his microphone over the dim of construction. He needed to stop wallowing in this self-loathing, he knows that. He thought that he wasn't worthy. But reading these archives, seeing AlphaQ's struggle, it gave a renewed sense of purpose in Tungsten. And that's because even if he didn't feel ready, it's thanks to his creator, and the efforts of all the creators, that Tungsten had so much more to work with now than his creator did when she first started out. She took on the role of a Supervisor before the Infactorium had anything beyond a guildhall. He read the history of the Cyber Skeletons and how many versions were made and destroyed as AlphaQ grew into her position and power. Now Tungsten will have to fulfill the role of Supervisor, but he won't start the same as AlphaQ. He had so much more to work with now and he began to realize that he could do things that AlphaQ wasn't able to when she first began.
I had your number quite some time ago
Back when we were young
But I had to grow
Back when we were young
But I had to grow
If Tungsten had tears he would cry. He was reading these archives and it was filled with all sorts of ideas and plans AlphaQ had planned. Ones that Tungsten had never seen, since it seemed like at some point AlphaQ had to abandon these ideals just to keep the Big Scrap Alley running. She was running on fumes, working so hard on her own, and that's not even including Guild Wars and personal conflicts she was settling. No wonder she was so bitter and cynical, seeing all of these youthful ideas she had cast aside for survival. And here Tungsten felt like a fool. He was so filled with doubt, fears, and worries that he wouldn't be worthy despite having so much more than she did in the past. Now he could afford to do all of these things, and still have enough resources left over to continue growing. Tungsten looked around his factory. Instead of seeing what was lost, he should see the potential. To have things that his creator couldn't. Things that she wanted.
Ten thousand years I've searched it seems and now
Gotta get to you
Won't you tell me how
Gotta get to you
Won't you tell me how
Putting the book aside, Tungsten looked around the factory. He needed to get the old crew back together. He immediately set out work to bring back the Boneyard so he can work on Cyber Skeletons again. He'll also need to revive a few operators that were destroyed during the shift to these new lands. Easy to do within the Big Scrap Alley itself since they weren't very high level NPC's. But more importantly, he knew he had to make the most of Faetalis' talents. Surely, she knew of his capabilities to know that despite being a combat oriented Overseer, he also had a mind for trade and logistics. To that end he also knew he needed to expand his work force. Not just the Cyber Skeletons, but truly skilled specialists. After all it's important to be able to delegate tasks for efficiency, and as good as the Cyber Skeletons were as minions they weren't generally useful for more intelligent operations that Tungsten needs done. As long as he can create these specialists, he can afford to expand the range of his influence and control the markets. And if he can control the markets, he controls the money, and with it the power to affect the world. To do what AlphaQ couldn't but wanted to do.
Call me, Call me
Let me know you are there
Call me, Call me
I wanna know you still care
Come on now won't you
Let me know you are there
Call me, Call me
I wanna know you still care
Come on now won't you
Tungsten still couldn't get over AlphaQ possibly never coming back. He wasn't sure how he could cope, how to mourn. These weren't things he was ever ready to do. But deep inside, he knew he had to move on. Maybe one day she'll be back. Maybe she'll see what great things he's done. But first he needs to do those great things. To be something his creator would be proud of. Something he could be proud of. He would recall all Cyber Skeletons currently on recon and resource collection, since he needs all hands on deck to rebuild his factory floor. Since he also needs to pull double-duty defending the floors, he'll also need to convert some Cyber Skeletons into more combat oriented models. Not a large force, but enough for him to get a gauge of what he should and shouldn't keep. Like AlphaQ, he'll need to do some testing to get a feel for what would serve his purpose the best. Unlike AlphaQ, he has plenty of resources to work with and doesn't need to gamble too much on a prototype that might not work out.
Ease my mind
Reasons for me to find you
Peace of mind
Reasons for livin' my life
Ease my mind
Reasons for me to know you
Peace of mind
What can I do
To get me to you
Reasons for me to find you
Peace of mind
Reasons for livin' my life
Ease my mind
Reasons for me to know you
Peace of mind
What can I do
To get me to you
With renewed spirit Tungsten began the process of rebuilding the Big Scrap Alley and ultimately, himself. No longer a mere overseer, not just the meat shield for his creator. He would live his own fate now, guided by his hands. While he will still think of his creator with fondness, he must be willing to leave the nest. He must now take responsibility for the Big Scrap Alley in ways that he never expected, but now his heart was no longer gripped by doubt. Even if he faces uncertainty, he's now far more confident in his abilities by virtue of the struggles his Creator had surpassed before. And he would not fall behind her: he was created to be worthy of standing as her sword and shield. And now, he will continue to stand on the legacy she had built, to create a better world she would love.
I need to work on a post. Looking at glimpse of the new overlord is giving me ideas.
NIto bandito. I wanna be an aggron. Are we allowed to play multiple mons?
Are we allow d to be fully evolved mons?
MUNCH THE BUTCHER
As Munch spoke to the proprietress, a stranger came up to him. Some sort of fox person, he's never seen someone like her before. She warned him of the guard captain of Targos, though the proprietress clarified that it's the guard captain of Easthaven that needs the help. Munch had a hunch that this stranger was no friend of the law here, which could be risky to associate with... But at the same time, perhaps they could make for a solid ally if Munch's luck goes south. Turning to her, he gives the fox girl a smile. "Name's Munch the butcher. I'm from Waterdeep, came up here looking for work. Nice to meet a fellow travelers on these roads." Munch says out loud, wanting to deflect suspicion off the girl."
He looked to the proprietress and intends to take over the conversation a bit and steer it in a different direction. "It sounds like I'll be heading to Easthaven soon. Would you mind telling me where I could gather some supplies, maybe get some directions? These roads are harsh so it'll do me some good to prepare for the travel ahead." Putting on his winning smile, Munch also turns fully to the proprietress and clasps his hands. "And if possible, could I perhaps have a room here? I'm a bit light on coin, but I know how to work in the kitchen. I can prepare a fine meal for you and your customers for today, if I can stay the night in exchange."
MUNCH THE BUTCHER
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.
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.
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