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Slice-of-Life Anime High School!

Guy moved his way deeper into the school with hardly an upward glance. He studied the fire exit directions from on line. The directions were simple enough. He wondered if he could get a seat in the back so he could avoid the rush and get to a good window seat. He turned the page of the book he was reading and continue onward to the auditorium. Guy couldn't help but wonder what his parents were doing at this particular moment and at the same time remembered to silence his phone.
Guy entered the auditorium fond a seat and waited for the ceremony to begin. He closed his book to be polite and looked at the all the different types of classmates this year.

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Name Fiora Sabariel Age 112 Class Geographer/druid

My Hider

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King: Brole Bronzbain Race Dwarf Age 85 Class: Smith/engineer


The great war was a terrible toll for the dwarven people. Too munch was lost for so little gained. Brole swore to never again shed dwarven blood. It was only in that dark armory did we find our new calling to evolve our skill of smithing to the engineering that save us all. Losing his right arm while holding the armory door open for his men.

King Bronzbain now has a metal arm not grafted into his shoulder but instead his armor. The shoulder has a metal cap inscribed with runes to send his will into his machine. He holds the last Dwarven stronghold in the underdark. Which is also the only safe path from the underdark to the surface.

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Name:Akecheta Race: human tribal Age32 Class: ranger Combat style: sniper



I will never forget the day when my life changed forever. When they came and killed my tribe. We had no defenses against their sheer numbers. They attacked in the night killing many of us. I watched as they dragged my mother away. My father put my brother and I on a horse and had my brother ride us far from the camp. My father rode along side making sure we got through the enemy line by stopping and drawing their ire. My brother continued to ride keeping me safe..... We never made it to the next tribe because 'they' were already burning the homes. My brother rode east. Trying to keep me quiet as we rode. Not knowing if anyone else made it out alive we rode for days no food little rest the horse died of exhaustion. We continued on foot.

Then after we could endure no more, we stopped and made camp. My older brother found food and I was grateful for him. We missed our tribe, our parents, but we did not cry. We sat silent sure they would come. I awoke to find my brother talking to a woman clad in moss and dark leather. He said she would teach me the way to live. That I should carry on the traditions of our tribe and to find others like us and warn them of the danger. The woman said my brother would need rest now. She lied.

Motivation: Actively seeks out any orc and kills them on sight After learning the other tribes were enslaved or eaten Akecheta being the sole survivor lives in the wilds.

Skills: Track/ survival/ craft leather/ swimming/ ride/ herbalism/ cooking/ move silently/ spot/ hide
Other: speaks common elven

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Name: Captain Joan Race: human Age: mid none of your business Class:Rouge Combat style: Dirty



"I cant remember the last time I was in a tighter spot. A bead of sweat reluctantly slid off my cheek. I was in the bar after close when they came in. Three of the most deadly cutthroats I ever saw. Sat down at a corner table and smelled of the sea. They ordered me to get a pitcher of the houses finest and 4 mugs. When I returned one of the sea devils pushed out a chair with his peg leg. Naturally I sat down. The men poured a drink for themselves and slid a cup over my way."

"What be ye name?"

"Joan." I said.

The beasts nodded, "Ever gamble with yer life, Joan?"

"I work here don't I?" I took a drink since these dogs paid for the good stuff.

Grins all around, between the three of them they had half a set of teeth. The holes were filled with gold replicas. "Well Joan of the Tavern Gillius. We arr men of chance, Captians of fate as it were. We need a fourth to make this night fair." One slid a hand to the inside of his coat to pull out a deck of cards. "We have a treasure to be sure and cant decide who it should go to. So we arr going to setting the debt right here, right now."

The game went late into the night and so did the drinking. At the suns first light the game consisted of me, old one eye, and "Peg". The fourth hit a bottle on top of the half a dozen pitchers and passed out, slid right out of his chair.

"Your call Joan." Eyes narrowed.

I raised and looked to my left. Old one eye looked at me. "You'll not be taken this hand with out a fight." and pushed all his coin in.
"If its a fight yer looking fer, I will aim to give one." Said Peg as he too pushed all his coin into the center of the table.
The hand I dropped would kill a weaker person. Might of killed me too.

Peg sprung to his feet, "So be it." Grabbing their fallen Captain the three left before the regulars came in. She slid all the coin into her apron. To the left of the chair where the light weight sat was a satchel. Joan opened it to see if it had anything worth keeping. it was a wooden scroll case with the deed inside to "The Gail"....

"A SKY GALLY CLASS?!" Great now all I need is a crew and someone to teach me how to sail....."Groan"

Motivated by greed
Skills: bribe/sense motive/ persuasion/ sleight of hand/ hide/ poison/ listen/open lock/ search

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Sample
NO GOD MAKING OR SPECIAL POWERS THE CREATIVE PROCESS IS HERE FOR YOUR APPERANCE THANK YOU

Name: Race: Age: Class: Combat style: melee/ranged/magic/ none your a preist
Pic/character description/equipment
short bio:
motivation:
skills: max 12 to start you will learn more as you progress
Races include but not limited to the constructs in Ebberon.
That's it, based on your character there will be allowances (max3)for water breathing speaking with chosen life form subtype night vision/dark vision ect.
Possible classes: shaman, knight/samurai, paladin, rouge, ranger, priest, cleric, druid, monk, sorcerer, wizard, caster berserker/barbarian scholar bard engineer alchemist others will be accepted on a case by case basis.
NPC classes: assassin, lich, necromancer, fighter/gladiator, warlock, you get the idea.
I reserve the right to refuse entry to anyone. Sorry anyone you know what you did.

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Humans are currently trying to deal with a disaster of their own making. To the east nestled in a cove of mountains is a sprawling city called Ridovia. Many of its buildings stood five to seven stories tall. At one point claiming a population over ten thousand. Styled under heavy Victorian designs, Ridovia encircles the founding building at its center. A church of light for the hopeful. Now just a mockery of the faith people once had.
It was only 60 years ago when people started disappearing from the streets. Soon a curfew was implemented to safe guard the populace. The royalty said it was their doing to decrease crime by relocating the beggars and vagabonds to the outskirts of the realm. No one questioned until it was too late. Eventually good people were disappearing in the night. The cry went to the royalty, again they lied. Some people left of their own volition. None of them made it very far. The darkness seemed to last longer as shadow fell over the city. Griped in fear the residents stayed in there homes. The local guard too drunk to feel fear did nothing. Anyone who left the safety of there homes never returned. Even the sun abandoned them to their fate. Huddled together in the dark. Their numbers shrank further, until finally during the second month of darkness the city Ridovia became silent. The forest gathered at the coves opening. Now the remaining residents are forever changed. The wild started to over take the outskirts and some of the buildings became dark green hills after the structure gave in to the weight of the over growth.

The Capitals dispatched small groups of riders at first to find out why Ridovia went silent. None of those riders ever returned. Public out cry for knowledge of lost families caused one Of the capitals to send a squad of warriors to find the answer. Out of 80 only one returned. Before succumbing to his wounds he gave account to the fate of Ridovia. Dead, Cursed, plagued, infested with all manner of evil. Even the forest outside the cities gates was twisted and dark. The whole city was a den of undead. After emerging from the forest they saw the streets were covered in the dried blood of the innocence. Some of the buildings were burned to the ground while others were in a state of decay. We were not there long before the dead came. As the front line fought for their very souls he beheld a vision of pure evil. A woman dressed in the very darkness of the city. She descended into the fray crushing helmets and the skull inside with nothing but her hand. She pulled the very souls from the fallen. This was his final report. It is said that after he died the mans body was purified by fire. The capitals sent a proclamation that travel to Ridovia was forbidden. Anyone claiming to hail from that city was to be denied entry under punishment of being sealed in a gibbet for the remainder of their lives. All mention of the city was erased from the history of man. Mothers tell unruly children to behave or they will be sent to live with their uncle in the cursed city.

Ridovia

The Helper (Death-note Roleplay)

"I have to type this for the paper tomorrow, thank you for your time. Your information is very helpful I would like give you this number if you can think of anything else or come across more information. We could meet to discuss it at the place of your choosing."
Did she just giggle? She does want to help. This must definitely be the right track! Bet she is a total babe, focus guy, focus.

Slice-of-Life Anime High School!

No problem, my fault read others not there so I thought it was ok. How can I delete it?