Maglar

State Of Paranoia

Nala sees the strange girl with the black lips flinch like as if she were stung by a bee and then her hand flashed red. It happened in the blink of an eye and if Nala wasn't watching she wouldn't have seen it. Suddenly a yelp escaped the arena down below and the man standing right behind Talon collapsed as if struck.

Talon swirled around quickly, his sword suddenly ready in his fists, as the man behind him screamed and collapsed. His first instinct was to look to his sister in the benches watching the tests. She was standing and looking serious and panicked. She made a small gesture with her head to her right and Talon quickly scanned the audience. There was a motley of strange people in the audience but no one stood out to him. Talon turned back to his sister and she was making her way quickly through the watchers and disappeared somewhere behind the stands.

A pair of nurses were now attending to the fallen potential knight or inquisitor, whichever this one desired to be. "He is dead," one of the said sadly to no one in particular, "his heart has failed, may he find peace." She bowed her head in a quick prayer and motioned for two guards standing off to the side to haul the body away.

"The Testing! Shall! Continue!!" Boomed the announcer, and the line turned to keep moving. Talon relaxed his stance and recradled his sword and turned to move forward onto the next set of challenges.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Chet Graeme

Age: 28

Heritage: Blackfoot Native American, his Initiate name is Chansomps which means Locust

Appearance: 5'11, muscular build, thick legs and arms. He likes to dress in dark clothes because it hides his features. He enjoys wearing a long, black trench coat he got at the mall back when the Matrix was cool. He keeps his black hair long and usually tied up or in a pony tail, he has dark skin and dark eyes common to his ethnicity. His style prioritizes function over form and it shows in his shoes and gear.

le' handsome fellow

Concept: Shaman, healer, good boy. He's well spoken, charming, and funny. He doesn't like to call attention to himself but engages well with others. He is above all kind, and cannot abide to watch someone suffer, even if it is someone he doesn't like.

Powers/Skills: He works as a traveling nurse.

• He can channel healing energy which works well with his job.
• He has a thorough understanding of symbology and the principles of Alchemy and a history of magic as studied by philosophers and the un-initiated.
• Martial Arts training- he cannot move like he could when he was younger, but he can punch and kick really hard. In IC I can talk about what all he's studied and how he approaches fighting.
• He has an ability to commune with animals. Not control them, but understand them and project to them.
• He can channel an energy into himself which causes him to take on characteristics such as increased speed and strength, harder skin, harder nails, body dismorphia, and so forth. This is part of a wild, lycanthrope nature he inherited from his ancestors. Generally he doesn't use this skill because it takes away his rational mind and he might hurt someone, so this talent is only for life threatening situations.

Things your character wants to see happen: He wants to live a quiet life, but he is burdened with a feeling of impending circumstance. He feels like something is coming, something world changing of Biblical proportion, but he doesn't know what it is or when it will happen. He absolutely doesn't want to be a part of the destruction of humanity, but he is afraid he is to have something to do with it.

Things you as a writer want to see happen: I want to see Chet grow to accept fate, his own and others. He has had to grow as a person and become someone he likes vs. someone he hates, and that is a good thing; now he has to come to grips with the things he cannot control and what those things may requir of him. His is a tale exploring the emotions of responsibility and self actualization.
Also, I want to work my imagination muscles and have a good time, I'm not part of a super active game like this one yet and I'm bouncing on my heels to play. You guys are great writers, this is going to be a real privilege.

History- you should read this

Chet grew up in a secure middle American, Roman Catholic family. His father was a soldier and his mother was a Blackfoot Indian. Chet was a difficult child, his mother called him "I'simi vai," which meant "wild animal." His conservative father, in an attempt to teach him to control his impulses, enrolled him in martial arts programs after school. Chet fell in love with combative art-forms and it became his favorite past time.

He was still uncontrollable though, and when he was 9 years old he got involved with a gang called Folk Nation. Folk Nation made it's living recruiting children to move drugs because children were 1) exempt from mandatory prison sentences making them less susceptible to being talking into ratting out their supplier, and 2) because the buyers were less likely to shoot a kid and steal the product. Chet was running a drug called "Fairy Dust" in the underbelly of Jacksonville, Florida for over a year before he tried the product for the first time and got hooked. He was a child who had no respect for authority, a "Fuck it" mentality, and access to hard drugs; it didn't take long before he stole over $5000 worth of product and disappeared, he was only 11.

He was picked up 6 months later by a private detective hired by his parents. He had been living on the streets, hiding from Folk Nation, and trying to space out his drug consumption so he wouldn't overdose. His parents brought him home but they could not hide him from the addiction treatment he needed, which meant they had to bring him before a family court and admit that he had gotten a hold of illicit substances as a minor. When he was brought before the court he lambasted the judge with tales of lucid dreams involving Angels and Demons, the end of the world, and the corruption or salvation of mankind. The court ordered rehabilitation treatment to take place in a mental health institute and that he be reevaluated when he turned 14.

In the institution he was diagnosed with Narco-Schizophrenia, a disease made up by an ambitious doctor who saw an opportunity to further his career using the boy as a case study for the new illness. Chet trusted the doctor and told him everything. His dreams centralized around a figure from Heaven who told him that he was an Angel, of the hierarchy of Abaddon, the Angel of destruction. As proof of the reality of his visions, he was taught Angelic Script in his dreams, a powerful form of symbolic writing that Angels use to mold creation. To begin, the doctor began an avalanche of anti-psychotics, anti-schizophrenics, and CNS depression medications. Chet continued to have lucid dreams, and so the doctor prescribed electro-convulsive therapy. After 3 sessions Chet wizened up and realized the good doctor was not so good after all. Chet figured out what the doctor what he wanted to hear, and he began to keep his dreams and his thoughts to himself. After another year of therapy he was released to go home, he was almost 14.

Chet's parents decided a change of scenery would help and moved to Chicago to start fresh. Chet got back into martial arts, worked hard at school, and tried to forget the events of the last couple of years. The dreams never calmed down but as long as he didn't talk about them, he could function in regular company.

What he learned while lucid dreaming drew him into the spiritual world, and he began obsessively researching Mysticism, the Occult, and the religious practices of his ancestors. After he graduated high school he went and lived among his mother's native tribe in Montana for four years. There he spoke to the elders about his dreams and they initiated him into their Shamanic arts. The holy men and women taught him how to use energy to heal himself and others, and how to commune with the spirits and animals in nature. As a final rite of initiation they instructed him in the arcane practice of summoning the inner beast.

He moved back to Chicago and studied to become a traveling nurse. When he's home he has a steady job at a local community hospital and serves food at a homeless shelter on the weekends. He tends to be a loner but that's more because of his unusual past as apposed to his personality.

I offer to you my guy for review, I apologize ahead of time if it seems hastily written there have been a lot of distractions today. Anyways I hope you like Chet.

*Edit- I got to come back and work on this some more, I'm pretty happy about it now. Hope you enjoy the read.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Hey! I've begun reading your ooc and this looks amazing! I'd love to get caught up and join in, do you guys have room for one more? If your like to preview my writing style I have a character in roleplayerguild.com/topics/183270-ser… you can check out.

Anyways, I'm going to get to work reading all the OSC but please let me know if you guys are willing to take in another character. Great premise, love the world.

State Of Paranoia

Talon pass the health physical easily because he was strong and fit. He struggled a bit through the basic combat ability years because he hadn't really fought before, but he swung his sword so hard it broke the test and he was given a pass.

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State Of Paranoia

Talon paced confidently behind the gate, swinging his heavy bastard sword with nervous tension. This was it, this was the moment that would define his life. He wanted to be a knight, needed it, and now, with a few swings of his thick blade he could make it happen... he might die trying, but hopefully that wouldn't be the case.

His sister Nala anxiously watched from the crowd, tight with anticipation. She looked around and saw the normal gathering of city folks; bakers, carpenters, farmers and the like. Then her sharp eye landed on a strange girl with black lips and strange markings on her eye lids. "She looks like trouble," she thought, making a note of where she was sitting.

The gate below opened into the arena. Her brother stepped out, shirtless and sweating, cradling his big sword in the crook of his densely muscled arm. To her this whole thing seemed a sham, a pointless show of blood to entertain the people in the town; but she understood what this meant to Talon. To him this was the realization of his dream. The damn fool had always felt himself a knight, defending some fools notion of honor and nobility. Nala understood the world they lived in, a world of empty promises and hateful liars. "Burn it all,"she thought, "Burn it all to Hell!" and if this fools tourney killed her brother, that's exactly what she was ready to do.

Lions of Rhaetia

@the Wyrm thank you thank you, that's what happens when you stay up past bedtime to write lol.

I'll change the childhood friend name, I think I had just read through your bio and the name was in my head... Oops. And I didn't think I could play two people in the same regiment, I can fit the kid into the army as a stock character, maybe he works in the mess, but that can be worked out by how the IC posts begin.

Ulricht is in his 50s and sets up a villain

I'd prefer to develop the horse thing a bit, it's a device to show he's kind of soft. I'll change it a bit just to emphasize he doesn't like a long day of riding if that's ok.

Lions of Rhaetia

Theodore Schuster- Trooper

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Theodor Schuster

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Character Summary

Name: Theodor Wolfgang Schuster
Rank: Trooper
Aliases: Teddy
Age: 19 years old
Birth Place: Haventown
Gender: Male
Occupation before the war: Shoe Maker with his father

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Appearance

Height: 5'6
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Thickly built with broad shoulders. A bit flabby
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dirty Blond
Tattoos/Scars: inch long scar on left thumb
Personal Style: He doesn't maintain his uniform in a disciplined manner. His shoes are immaculate.

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Psychology

Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Entitled, kind of lazy, mama's boy. Introvert, scared of girls.
Habits: Talks to himself sometimes and daydreams. Smokes a pipe
Hobbies: Reading story books, magic tricks, makes small leather trinkets he likes to give as gifts.
Fears: Girls, violence, hard work.
Likes: Playing a hero, fantasy, games, his mom.
Dislikes: Hard work, anger, and a sore ass from riding all day.

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Cards On The Table

General or Specialty Skills: Sleight of hand magic, especially card tricks; works with leather and shoes, has an excellent imagination and critical thinking skills. Passable shot with a rifle, pretty handy swinging a sword, can't ride a horse to save his life.
What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Issued dragoon uniform of green jacket with black facings, black pants with white strip, matching saddle and blanket.
• Weapons- Family Sabre from his mother's side, standard issue carbine and pistol.
• Personal Items- Family Sabre with a Rooster emblazoned on the guard. Hand made leather shoes made special by his dad before he left for the war. A handkerchief his mother embroidered for him.

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History

The Reason You Become a Soldier: To establish the family in the new Republic.
History: Teddy's mother, Martha, was raised as the only child of a wealthy family in the Empire. She was 16 when her mother and father lost their fortune and position because of a shared addiction to gambling on horse races; they were sentenced to serve life in prison to pay the debt. Before serving their sentence they married their only daughter to a 25 year old cobbler named Wolfgang. The only item held over from their vast estate was the Saber marked with the family insignia of a prancing rooster.
Teddy was born shortly after the union and was always caught between his mother's aristocratic nature and his father's hard working and humble lifestyle. Attaching to his mother he grew up eschewing hard labor and became a bit spoiled, however, he had to do is duty to the family and help in the cobbler shop, there he learned the fine art of shoe making and leather repair.
He never had more than one or two friends in his life, he found that talking to people was difficult and he much preferred the solace of books. He did teach himself magic tricks with cards and coins because he thought people might be impressed but while many people found his tricks charming in the cobbler shop they never led to any long term friendships.
The Schuster's were never fond of the Empire and lived in a small town for away from any big city. When the rebellion happened Teddy's mother decided that their family could find esteem in the new Republic if they supported their efforts in the war. Teddy was sent to pursue soldiering as a career in the hopes their family might be a part of the "new" aristocracy when the empire fell. He showed up to base camp and got his uniform, there he met the people who would, in time, become closer than family.

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Additional Characters

(Please create - Named only - NPC's who your character is close with. These individuals will be part of your Troop. Some will die, others you can develop as comrades if you wish.
They did not need detailed CS's. They can be in common with other players.
No one above the rank of my character, please.)
Character 1: Wilhelm- Teddy's one friend from home; a baker's son, followed Teddy to the Republic military as a cook.
Character 2: Theodore Hagan - Teddy's grandfather, still in prison, Grandmother has passed
Character 3: Ulricht von Lichtenstein - traveling night who visited Haventown and left Teddy with the book that taught his sleight of hand.

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Allright!! Sorry it took so long to make a character, I'm excited to get some writing done. Looks like we got some interest, let's start story thread and get into some roleplaying!!

Microfiction&Poetry contest #2 - voting and feedback

Really Beautiful entries, the writers of these works should be proud. It's sad that there can only be one winner.

I'm voting the first one, "Stars," something about it triggers playful feelings like playing peek-a-boo with a baby.

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@Shadow Dragon Hey there new friend! Hopefully we can get this play on a role now that we got 3 to work on it. Looking for to playing with you XD