MyCatGinger

Kingdoms of the Sky Online.

And that would mean way too much effort...sigh. Even for a good RP, it would be difficult keeping track of all that. Especially with so many players it's gonna be hard to keep track of who's doing what ALREADY. <<
My marriage system still stands though mkay?

Kingdoms of the Sky Online.

Ryu, Frenchman, non? Darling. I would really love for you to be able to critique my character too, please. Actually, everyone who has an issue with Lovissa, speak now or forever hold your pieces peace. :3

Adding to game mechanics (Ooh, here's the fun technical stuff!):

• Friend requests. A lot of real life aspects come into play in this game too, yes? Bleeding, the sense of touch, smell, taste, whatever. But then game mechanics are included too. I think friend requests should be in the form of little carrier-animal NPCs that are invincible, really. Like little owls or something carrying letters from the sender to the receiver, and you have to sign for it if you accept it or trash the letter if you reject it or crumple it up and keep it in something if you want to ignore it? Or just like, little winged envelopes popping up in front of the character, and so on and so forth.


• Fitting the Sword Art Online theme, are we including "marriage"? Where two players, any gender, race, type, whatever, pool in their inventories and total game-money together, and you are able to access the others' inventory at any time. (In the words of Fire Emblem Awakening, kind of like when Chrom can use the convoy for whatever.) And also stat boosts for married couples in each others' proximity, of course! The AI registers the request and more signing of documents is to be done by either party.


• Jumping and gravity. There were two parts of the world, weren't there? The floating island thingies and the dungeons below? I think gravity should vary ever so slightly with location, but to a more emphasised degree than in the real world. (gravity would be slightly less on mountains in the real world and the effects only noticed on tiny objects, etc)
  Perhaps in the sky kingdom, have it to be so the max one can jump without being weighed down too much is about 3 feet? Maybe 3.5? And down in the dungeons, the very max is 2, because it's closer to the 'planet' core. You feel me? An average jumping back distance should be about the likes. 3 feet for any normal individual. In the case of a more...uh. Floaty class, (yes I'm going with that word) perhaps it can be increased to 4, unless there's a specific ability, like Chrys I think, that boosts that to a good 7 feet. We all good?


• Weapon durability. I think different weapons should have different durabilities based on what they are. Like I think basic wooden bow to basic iron sword usage ratio could be 45:35 because the bow itself does not take as much wear, though it IS made of just wood. You're not hitting people with it. But you ARE with the sword. A steel sword could go up to say, maybe 40,45 uses. And maybe a sword that is made of an even better material (do obsidian swords sound like a good idea?) can go up to 60. Bows can go up to 70 or so depending on what material they're made of. But then again, the drawback being, arrows need to be forged or purchased. Which lets us to-be bow-users customise what kind of arrows we'd like. If it's a steampunk era, I think I'd be pretty happy... purr being able to purchase arrows with explosive tips. However, they'll be SUPER EXPENSIVE AND SUPER RARE AND OUR SMITHIES DO NOT HAVE THE REQUIRED EXPERIENCE YET. It's only been two days after all, right?


• Health. Something like an HP bar would be nice, but...how would one implicate that? Max HP is reduced in sickness and it can fluctuate in different weather conditions, whereas in Pokemon for example, if you're in a sandstorm you just end up losing HP which is pretty unrealistic. Say a character starts off, a base class mercenary. Max 18 HP without illness, not starving or parched and in pleasant weather conditions. Whereas a tank might have 25 in these conditions. But say there's a hailstorm. Max HP for the mercenary drops to 15. If they get SICK during a hailstorm, depending on how sick they are, Max HP can go down by 2 points max? Like if they're REALLY sick it'll go down to 13, but if not, it'll just go down to 14 until they're better again. Please tell me that made sense sob how do we imply this in-game?


• Movement. I think each individual character can have a nice range they can cover. People on horses can obviously cover more. Tanks or guys with the big guns they need to lug around can cover less, but it doesn't have to hinder their speed. Perhaps just their...mobility? Am I even making sense?
  EDIT: Been discussed already. Pardon me!

I'm not being too technical, am I? Let me know your thoughts.
Okay, I wish I got notified before making new posts. :c
Still. Apart from the discussed movement, whaddya think?

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Ah, I suppose it was lost on me, unfortunately. Yes, I blame my bad skimming ability and hastiness to want to apply as to not going through everything. Which I have now, yay! I do sincerely apologise if I sounded more than a little uppity, ahaha.
I meant no ill-will, really. And yeah, it's not like everyone has to be fixated to one religion or doesn't have their mortal flaws, right? Drinking and whatnot. Hell, I like how characters take it in their stride. It's quite becoming.
I'd still like to join though. Hopefully a character sheet should be up, if you'll have me on board?
It won't disappoint. Of that (I hope!) you can be sure.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Oh. >> No, I meant a character that would knock your socks off, really... *whimper*
Nah, it'd be difficult for her to get out of character. It's not in me to make a character I'm unable to play. Though I do warn you, she's quite the optimist and quite carefree. I understand the dark histories of this roleplay and respect them, but I'm sure a little cheeriness wouldn't do too much harm! Of course, still abiding by political, religious, and everything else's rules and whatnot.
And no she won't struggle to be the centre of attention pfft...not to worry, not to worry.
Though do keep me in check if ever it seems it!
Is that a yes then, my good sir/madame?

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Hm. hello lovely people of Uldor! Are we still accepting?
Because I've got a bombshell under my sleeve.

Kingdoms of the Sky Online.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT KIND OF GAME IT IS I'M SO SORRY AHHHHH. ;;
If it's a console game I ONLY HAVE A PS2 ATTACHED TO MY TELLY PLS DUN BE MAD
AND IF IT'S A PC GAME MY LAPTOP IS GONNA DIE SOON I NEED TO PRESERVE IT
and if I can play it online then actually why not.

Kingdoms of the Sky Online.

Gonna lurve a birdman. Nothing wrong with this. Nope nope nope. Now where does a bird person keep its wallet...
And I've never played Just Cause 2. <<
Lovissa X Avon. Avissa anyone? XD
will still steal your heart AND your money though fufufu.

Woll Manor

Ah, the beginning was reworked! I wanted to keep a little bit of mystery there, yes. Read on, the edited version now (Which I hope is a little bit more fleshy and satisfactory, heh) You'll find her name in there.
Somewhere...ahahaha!

Woll Manor

Posted first and got over the intimidating aura that so deliciously wafts from this thread and ready for slaughter, respected sirs/madames.

Woll Manor

"This is it." breathed the young lady in question as she lifted her head and walked past the check-in counter at the local airport, freed of the luggage she'd hauled with her all the way there via taxi. No backing out now. She couldn't even if she wanted to, with all the preparations she had made for the trip. All the things packed in the briefcase were transferred to her one and only piece of carry-on baggage, a hefty rucksack in sky blue and black that stood out against her darker green top, long-sleeved and plain except for a little work done on the neckline and designed more for the welcoming cold of the new destination than style, though what the top lacked her sleek black ankle-boots made up for, going over the dark skinny jeans she wore and the ever-so-slight heel clacking every time her feet hit the ground. She was dressed for the occasion, in this case being the cold, and packed equally well for it.

Regardless, she made her way to the passenger's lounge indeed after a little stop-over for the morning's calling of caffeine, and found herself whiling away the time by laying her head back with her earphones plugged in, listening to music and just lost in thought about the situation, which often did happen. She could spend hours just thinking, and listening, and thinking and listening, but that wasn't the case this time. It seemed a short hour and a half before the flight was ready to board, with the young lady picking herself, and her stuff up, with a more excited skip in her step as the distance was crossed to the flight. Her lips quirking in a smile in greeting to the stewardesses, and then further when she was shown her seat, she sat herself down and snuggled into the seat, appreciating its difference to Economy, which had always been more usual, more standard and more expected for her if travel ever called.
Unfolding and spreading a blanket over her legs, she fastened the seatbelt over it and prepared herself for take-off, which included popping a little strip of chewing-gum into her mouth and watching the little presentation on the screen before her quite eagerly. Her heart raced when the plane moved and slowly sped up, its rhythmic beating trying to match the pace of the wheels against the runway. And it seemed to her like it took flight the minute the plane left the ground.

She spent the short flight plugging the provided earphones in and scrolling through the list of movies on-flight, picking one eventually and watching it in its entirety, though being cut off a little shorter than halfway with the second, though it didn't bother her in the slightest. It was one she'd seen parts of already, anyway. Making herself landing-ready by straightening her seat, taking off the provided earphones and folding up the tray in which she'd enjoyed a light breakfast, she popped another piece of gum and lay back with her iPod and her own set plugged in, peering through a nearby window to watch as the blue turned to the sight of a city as the plane hit the ground, the bump making her body tense but relax again as the plane slowed to a stop. Her excitement was almost liquid and pooled in her stomach, making it twist and turn like it always did with the thought of disembarking in a new location, when she left the flight, rucksack recovered from the overhead bench, and her fumbling for her passport on her way out from the flight and to immigration. It was a smooth journey to the baggage claim, though impatient as she was, she was a little bothered when the bag didn't show up on the first turn-around. Or the second. That was where and when she was greeted by the chauffeur and his little chalkboard with her name clearly marking it, and though she thought it a little strange at first, it was to be expected. She even brushed off the luggage collection after another minute of thought and a short word with the man. It was to be expected.
Luxury treatment all the way or nothing, eh?
It didn't seem so bad after all.

"Oh, would you give me just a second?" she asked the man when they'd passed the toilets on their way out, with his initial greeting implying he could speak English, which she was thankful for. She wouldn't have been able to say pretty much anything in Swedish. Though she disappeared behind the corner and to the ladies' room without another word.

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The young lady stepped out of the toilets and gave the chauffeur a shy, somewhat apologetic smile, even fixing her rucksack on her shoulder a little and tugging her shirt down so the fabric wouldn't be caught when she adjusted the bag she'd carried. Making someone wait was never a good idea, especially if they were so intent on waiting, and she almost felt a little bad. Visit the toilet? How typical of a lady!

The new environment was just as grand as confusing, to say the least. It was all so different here, and though she'd say she'd been accustomed to travelling, that was never the case and a new location especially always caught her off guard. The language back home was familiar, but this was a completely new tongue and she felt lost in a world not her own. The very thought left her longing, for just a second, to be able to make sense of it. The strange advertisements as they walked through the airport, and even the road-signs the minute they stepped outside into the breeze. Keeping up with the chauffeur's heel and pace wasn't too difficult, and she was actually grateful she didn't have to pull anything heavy behind her. Though it seemed bulky, the familiar procedures of going through an airport with luggage in check was something she had become used to. It would almost feel like a more insignificant journey were it not for the signs, the new language, the new tongue lingering in the air, the accents, the people, everything was unbelievably new. She'd never been to this part of the world before, so far up north. She swallowed it down and shook her head, curious grey eyes blinking up through the spectacles that rested on her nose when they finally made it to the limo, where she froze, again. It was a sleek affair, and the door hung open, as if waiting to swallow her up. She was a woman of medium stature, about 5'5 roughly, but the grandeur of the limo made her feel small. She thanked the chauffeur with a little mumble and another waning smile as she sat herself down inside, left to wait.

To calm her nerves in the meanwhile, the minibar was her first and only destination of choice, with her smiling like a schoolchild as she identified all the bottles of alcohol and what they contained by reading the labels in the dim light. Some she had never even seen before, but it didn't matter. She would try them, but she'd try them some other time, when she was more sure of where she was or what was going on. This could either have been the best or worst thing to ever have happened to her.
A kidnapping this fancy? Naw...Who'd go through the trouble?
A hand reached out for a can of Cola, and the stay was pulled open in practised motions from how many drinks-from-cans she was accustomed to having, and she wiped the edge with a little napkin that later found its way thrust back into her pocket, where she had it in case of emergencies, before she put it to her lips and sipped from it, sitting closest to the window that faced the airport and putting her bag down on the seat next to her, dimly-lit by the little lights as well. A certain Miss Erika Hayes waited and wondered.
What did he mean by 'others'?