Lugubrious

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

I may post tonight or tomorrow morning, but never fear, I am committed now.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Take care, Liferusher.

Neither Fleo or Nero want to participate, one because she doesn't think she's good enough for serious competition, and the other because he's not part of a guild, and even if he were, he'd prefer to watch.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

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"And is that supposed to be a threat?"

@hatakekuro

Hmm, perhaps I had better get my disorder under control. It looks like other "forum scrubs" people are having trouble staying OOC as well.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

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So is there anything our characters can do during the time skip?

@hatakekuro

"A certain someone's totally coming to visit! But that's not all...I'm bringing friends. We're gonna give the new guild on the block a murderously good hello!"

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

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who is this jillian suede? Shujin will destroy her.

@YipeeXD

"You can sure try! Unless lookin' this good is a crime, the only one gonna get destroyed is your emo-lookin' ass!"

Ahem...excuse me. Controlling thirty-one characters simultaneously has given me massive split personality disorder.

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Of course! Can i make an s class wizard or are there plenty of nocs already gor that?

@liferusher

"Beg your pardon? You are interested in applying, are you not, and yet so seek to adhere so high up the hierarchical ladder? I'm afraid you'll have to go the way of every soldier, young one, and work your way up the ranks. Beat a Private, a Lieutenant, a Corporal, and a General on the same day, and you'll have your S-rank. All clear?"

Gah! Sorry. Basically, I'll let you join as C-rank, B-rank, or A-rank, but just like in Phoenix Wing, you'll have to undergo a special event to progress to the mighty S-rank.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

So! What does everyone think of Frenzy Plant? Any interested in a possible future interaction, or perhaps even joining?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

-=-=Gren=-=-

Always a medical facility, of one sort or another, and never a fortress despite Pop's haste in hiring on security guards, the Shelter's barracks resembled neither a bunker nor a military-style security station. But with Gren newly arrived on the scene, it at least resembled a warzone. Not prepared for a fully-armored giant wielding a flamethrower, rocket-launcher, chainsaw, and minigun all rolled up into one highly improbable but undeniably devastating machine of destruction, the guards had initially crumbled under Gren's assault, and with ease he had broken into the barracks.

Now, with bunks and tables made into crude cover, shelves and desks reduced to kindling, and a third of the eighteen guards already subdued or oblivious, nobody was keen on fighting the hunter further. Fortunately, a back door provided some method of retreat, and half of the remaining guards had fled through it while the other half still endeavored to put the hurt on the cyborg faunus, using batons, pistols, tranquilizers, and nets; police and kennel equipment both came into play, but in terms of effectiveness they were lacking. Still, the majority of the guards were no pushovers. At the very least they were well-trained, and toughly built.

Those who had fled, however, had a course of action very different from combat in mind. Melding with the crowd of doctors and spectators rushing in the general opposite direction from the operating room in which Pop and Sapphire stood as opponents, the guards ascended toward the upper levels, though not without making one important detour. Nestled in the back rooms of the Shelter were the enclosures where the more volatile high-aura animals were cared for, and believing the Shelter itself to be on the verge of ruin thanks to the intruders, the guards had no qualms about letting the animals free. Whether committed out of a desire to give the animals a chance to save themselves should the Shelter catch fire, or in order to provide an obstacle to keep the Beacon team off the guard's backs, this act unleashed a couple of very dangerous animals onto the premises.

Among them was Porridge's only surviving brother—the oldest, the biggest, and the most ill-tempered. While Porridge had been able to make small plants grow, and the late middle brother had been able to make spikes grow out of solid surfaces, the hippo-sized eldest iguana could control its own size at will. It headed toward the sounds of commotion emanating from the barracks. Not far from this iguana was a horse with an ice semblance, who, while more interested in the larder than combat, would not hesitate to chill and kick any humans dumb enough to get in its way.

Other animals milled or ran about. Utter pandemonium had seized the Shelter, for now only on one of its sides, but quickly spreading.

-=-=Ozpin's Office=-=-

Fresh and rejuvenated after a jog and a cup of coffee, Ozpin bustled into his office and found the three students waiting. With a decidedly amicable air he shook the hand of each one, voicing his hopes that all had a pleasant day and requesting their names. Once the introductions had been taken care of, the green-clad man took his customary position at his desk and bid the three sit.

“So! Napoli Fiordilatte, Gratia Mindaro, and Emerald Felicia. I hope I've gotten all that right. It is a privilege for Beacon to be participating in this year's exchange student program; I expect, in fact, we may see more of you in the future. Perhaps you met the students from Beacon in passing? Hopefully team JRVR -Jayden, Rayna, Victor, and Rakim- will enjoy their time at your academy as much as you do here. For now, though, let us focus on you. Emerald, you have come alone, but never fret! You'll find the majority of our student body accommodating and our teachers more than willing to admit a fresh face into their classes. Napoli and Gratia, though you've left half of your team behind for now, I can already see you making a bigger splash here than many of our four-man teams. I trust you'll adapt well. Of course, I will need all four of you to visit the official Beacon site via your scrolls and enroll in your classes on our official Conference Document, but that should be a cinch. Today, you'll find most of the school empty, for on Fridays the teams are sent away to perform missions. Take a tour of our academy and get to know the place; if you like, I'll send for Sarina Tala Dei, one of our seniors who often helps the freshmen.”

Ozpin removed three Vale scrolls from the desk and pushed them across the table to the exchange students. “Know that we will permit you no special favors despite being exchange students in our teachings—but then, I doubt you three would have settled for anything less than the full Beacon experience. Farewell.”

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

New team introduction post coming very soon.

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Lugu's 1920s magic rp thing.

@harinezumikouken

Yeah. I'm not sure what I did wrong. Hopefully the other players will let me know for next time rather than just vanishing.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Fleo Plector – Her Room

After sealing herself behind a dusty door of her own creation, Fleo burst into a fit of giggles. She fear on the face of a man who professed to be cool and collected tickled her immensely. Nolan, she concluded, was a far more emotional person than he made out to be. As for his justification, she supposed it could have been an accident. In the under-construction zone of the Guild Hall, loose items underfoot indeed provided a hazard. Just as she was settling down, Fleo recalled the Lucas's reaction as well, and the giggling returned with a vengeance. Hopefully she hadn't scared them too badly. It was a toss-up in her mind whether she'd admit that she never would actually crush anyone's nuts, or whether to keep the looming threat up for the sake of continued hilarity.

Only when someone knocked at her door did Fleo's laughter subside, and as she heard Lucas's request on Amaya's behalf, she affirmed her complacence. “I'll keep quiet about it. It's important to have people who can trust not to share secrets.” Even after he'd gone, however, the request puzzled her. What was so dire or so embarrassing about Icy Dragon Slayer magic that her white-haired teammate couldn't bear to have it known?

Before long, Fleo had settled into sleep once more—dreamless this time, and peaceful.

Nero – Guild Hall

For a moment Ayame's refusal dulled Nero's fire, but it flared up again, as unflappably high-spirited, as always. Part of the reason for his mirth's swift resurgence came from the expression on his young companion's face, for he had never seen quite like it before, and found it hilarious. As if on cue, Ayame's stomach signaled an urgent need to fill it and Nero decided to humor her.

[color=D8BFD8]“Hm, money? Let me sift through these coins real quick...” A quick count of the coins deposited before him by Penny proved them enough to pay for both the snack he'd already gotten and another couple of small dishes. Nero practically glowed to see his good fortune; perhaps Penny really was out to do good, after all! “Looks like I've enough to get us something small. Shall we stay in among all these... lovely Phoenix Gooners, or head out into Magnolia for some dinner in peace and quiet? Horned One knows I'm not sleeping here, at least, so might be best to leave it now.” He cast a glance at Ayame. Time to see if she still wanted to support herself. “Though I expect you'll want to take advantage of their charity...?”

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Name: Escre

Alias: The Warden, the Watcher, the Great Spirit

Gender: None

Domains/Portfolios: Life (Spirit)

Domains/Portfolio Description: As a god of Life, Escre can bring things to life, be they other gods' creations waiting for a spark, or injecting life into objects. While most gods can create life, Escre can do so far more quickly and in greater quantity. Its own body is made up of living armor and cloth, with a living weapon to boot. The only limit on Escre's ability to give life is its own creativity, which working with other gods to make sentient beings helps override.

As a Life god of Spirit, Escre can control spirits, pulling them out of living to store in its lantern. It can also modify spirits, which exerts an effect on their bodies as well. Consuming spirits effectively erases them from existence, and is seen as an ultimate punishment. By looking at spirits, Escre can understand them in the same way disassembling a motor to look at the component parts can help with understanding the whole. Looking at spirit can reveal if its holder is lying, and what the holder's capabilities are Though it cannot manipulate or erase the spirits of gods, it can better understand their abilities and honesty by looking at their own divine spirits.

Alignment: True neutral, though it can fluctuate greatly

Personality: Escre doesn't concern itself with ordinary emotion. Pride, goodness, evil, sin, righteousness, justice—none of it makes the typical mark on this being's persona. Only three things pique its interest: balance, knowledge, and karma. Escre is interested in learning about living things, about the variety of forms they take and actions they perform, and what shapes their spirits. It may perform acts of benevolence of malevolence on a whim, all for the sake of understanding. It is secretive in nature even as gods go, seldom even interacting with its fellow deities unless its cooperation is requested to bring to life new and fascinating things. Seemingly at random, Escre might bring down havoc and destruction upon someone for a small grievance, or let it and its domain sink to the brink of oblivion in a fit of indolence. Overall, Escre cares little for the machinations of the other gods.

When it comes to dealing with mortals, the beings that intrigue Escre the most with their culture and behavior, Escre can be unswervingly dedicated. It makes sure, through its careful observation, that no mortal rises to the level of the gods, but can also rise to defend the mortals should some wayward god let his or her emotions get the better of them and incite a tantrum of destruction. The followers of Escre are among the few things this god seemingly takes pleasure in, and will listen whenever one calls its name. Escre does not bind itself with notions of morality. Escre's creations, in particular, receive the Warden's favor, and is most jealously protective of them.

Appearance: Escre's most common form is a misshapen specter, half in armor and half in ghostly rags, holding a lantern abuzz with hundreds of tiny pinpoints of light in one hand, and a scythe in the other. If Escre wishes to walk the earth, he appears as a cloaked, hatted man with long, stringy hair, a grim, pale countenance, and soft features.

Specter Form

'Human' Form

Musical Theme: Lifegiver and Nightwalker

Description: As the Great Spirit, Escre is enigmatic and fleeting, tough to get a grasp of physically and even harder mentally. Its strange relations to the concepts of emotion and intelligence make it often seem terrifying and, to some, the most pure form of evil, but Escre is capable of great benevolence as well. Its lack of patience for arrogance, cunning, and self-importance make some see it as an equalizer of sorts, and indeed Escre does endeavor to keep the world balanced, and to exact karma on those who have in one way or another earned it, but beneath it all lies an agenda that only one being knows.