If you want to imagine I see you in a negative light, go right ahead, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't bring vulgar language into this conversation, since it neither aids your side nor relieves tensions.
-pat Nk back- I do hope we can all comment and say good things baout peoples character together. Let say...i do feel sad when no one give comments on mine but it not much of a deal. I see Nk point and hope we can understand that.
Thanks.
I mean, I do tend to raise my voice when I mention even the slightest of something I personally enjoy or dislike, but I never mentioned that I was going to do anything about it. What you see from me is "confusion," not "hatred." As a confused person, I expected someone to help me understand the reason they like such things that made me feel confused, but so far, all I received was critcism. That was the case for Athalia, and I really want to avoid that shit here.
The reason why I swear is because no one seemed to mind when everyone else did. I mind my right to speak freely, especially when people like you have used swear words at me in the Athalia Pad, Chukklez (in a more positive way, I'll admit). So far, there's no sign of you seeing me in a less negative light, which is why I feel so frustrated and pissed.
And for fuck's sake, I'm just feeling really negative because of all these people getting into tragic accidents around me, yet here I am, unable to know whether I'm truly contributing to something in the right way. I'm scared. I'm scared that people will ignore me like I have ignored those who died around me. I just feel this crazy need to know what people are thinking, and I just can't control it for some reason.
One day, I'd like a talk with anyone. Maybe Destiny, maybe you, Chukklez, and maybe my brother overseas. Because honestly, I never did speak out about people's views like this before.
NK, the way you keep going on with your "Antiyuri" standpoint is kind of annoying. Yes, we get it, you don't like it, but you don't see me complaining about all the traps we have here. Your opinion is your own, and I respect it, but please stop harping about it.
I'm not saying "ANTIYURIANTIYURI," I'm just pointing out that I noticed that male characters aren't receiving the same amount of praise female characters are receiving. Like I said earlier, I won't interfere with anything related to sexuality, but srsly, I'm just saying that I felt bad for those who didn't receive that much support/feedback for their characters other than the GM. I understand that I may sound annoying, but that's just like how you see me as a fucking asshole anyway. In no way am I trying to stop something; I'm just trying to start something that only affects the respect we have for each other.
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Slowly but surely we will turn this entire school into a yuri paradise! <3
No all the characters are great! Even the male characters! ^.^
The day this RP becomes 80% yuri, I'm leaving it for good :P
no srsly, there are so many roleplays where I'm not expecting them to HAVE yuri in the first place
I'm just going to point out that if you're going to respond to female characters, please respect the other roleplayers who release male characters and provide feedback to those characters as well. I'm getting a little tired with all of the hype for female characters now. Like, for real. (it's not like I give feedback to male characters only, too; there's a nearly obvious bias in terms of reactions so far, and this was the case in the old roleplay as well)
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Yes, I'll be keeping Mithril. I have up to 4 characters now with his inclusion.
sorry! I fell asleep...
The new ic post will be posted very soon, maybe a few hours until my defense is over... Well I can post now but I wont be posting my chars on it for a bit.
So many new people!!! ^^
okay, Harry, Shiyami, Connie, Kuruyami, Jack are accepted!! ^^
Welcome to the family Fabricant!!
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
now when can I expand?
Just noticed female characters receive plenty of responses while male characters barely receive shit. Ha ha, 10-atta-fking-10. caught you all red-handed lol
On another note, @Corpus Venenum, good character! I guess great power isn't always the greatest thing to have around sometimes. :P
A lonely house with abandoned life.
She remembered running excitedly across the once flourishing backyard, running into her parents with the active heart of a child. Once in a while, her father would bring snacks filled with sweet syrup, brown sugar, and sprinkles of sunflower seeds. She would sit next to her mother and father, the same people who brought life to her, loved her... and treasured her. Yes; she would sit and chatter endlessly, her curiosity never hitting a dead-end. And they would smile, answering every bit of her questions to the best of their abilities. They would then bring out more interesting things for her to get curious about, and the days lazily went on in the best way possible.
All of that, gone with the sorrowful sakura blossoms.
The child of the household vanished, and the people who brought her life had their lives taken by their brothers and sisters. The endless greed for eternal wealth made any sane mortal insane, and strife brought out the worst of living things. Reality was too different from fantasies. It was unforgiving, and made the blissfully unaware pay the highest prices.
Sangue experienced this first-hand.
She sat in the old house, resting on a flat pillow that lay over the hazy-green tatami mat. Everything dusty, she dusted, and everything rickety, she fixed. The house returned back to one-third of how she knew it, for with the existence of a unified family lost, the house's uniqueness lost all of its interesting qualities. A banner written in a foreign language was displayed on one of the walls, contained within a picture frame. "Fall in honor," her great grandfather spoke in a battle against terrifying monsters. And his words rested within the dead house, forever to be remembered as a mere memory.
The red-haired swordswoman sat with her knees on the blood-red pillow, wearing only a hakama and bandages to cover the permanent wounds inflicted above her chest. She sat in silence, her blade resting just as quietly on her lap.
A sound, a sense; something disturbed the tranquility of a dead man's home.
One of her eyes cracked open ever-so-slightly as her other eye, scarred by her own kind, remained shut. Suddenly, the atmosphere became cold, and the light that shone through the windows of the empty living room died. Darkness enveloped her, and the screams of death cried out for her, as if to take her to another realm.
An ominous dark-blue painted her room, the light-green of the ground now dark gray. Knowing that a foe had appeared, her pupil slowly moved itself to the outermost corner of her eye. She then closed the eye softly.
With abrupt swiftness, Sangue Naga swung herself up from the pillow, causing her mechanical prosthetic, the Apophis Claw, fly straight towards a man covered in darkness. Taken aback by her speed, the dark warrior deflected the Claw as quickly as possible with his shield, only to find Sangue rushing in to kick him square in the chest.
Their shadows were able to be seen through thin paper walls, the invader's shadow tumbling across the flat ground before he caught his balance. With hesitation in his actions, the man stood up, facing Sangue with a sword and shield.
Trad Oak was a good man. He seeks to protect Remnant's people, and he had a heart of gold. But Sangue had her own secrets; one of such secrets frightening the strong-hearted man. Now deeming her to be a monster of her own, he had come to slay her.
Sangue unsheathed her katana, letting it rest by her side. There was no need to show off her swordsmanship; Trad was a man she respected. Flinging her sword around just to show off her speed was a disgraceful idea, especially to one who came to end her life to potentially prevent the deaths of others. For underneath her light-headed surface, a darkness within her past haunted the people of the present, and would most likely destroy those who live in the future.
She, however, wanted to live.
Silence was brutally shattered when Sangue flung her claw at Trad once more. Fully prepared for the attack, Trad pushed aside the claw with his shield as he diagonally slashed at Sangue with his blade. The woman dodged to her right before moving to her left as she slashed at the same direction she moved into. Trad exemplified his power to defend by powerfully slamming the blade away from his neck.
With haste, she swung her sword, creating multiple cross-shaped afterimages of her blade meant to dice Trad into pieces, but the man handled her attacks with his shields with grace. After she found her attacks to be ineffective against him, the woman pulled her blade before stabbing at Trad's chest.
The man, however, did not defend. Instead, he let the blade graze across the surface of his waist as he slashed at Sangue. The woman swiftly tilted her head and pulled herself away from the vertical attack, knocking Trad down to the ground by swinging her Claw as she moved. Quickly getting up, Trad proceeded to block more of the Claw's attack with Svalinn.
Finding the onslaught of the Claw to be too tiring for him to consistently defend against, Trad quickly slashed upward.
The chains that connected with the Apophis Claw shattered thanks to his pinpoint accuracy.
Now at an advantage, Trad ran up to Sangue as he delivering his own sets of attacks, some of them being parried and some of them completely missing the woman. Right before he slashed downward, the woman pulled herself up to the man as she brought her katana up.
But Trad's strength was superior. Bringing his blade down with incredible strength, Gram sent Sangue's katana clattering across the ground as it tore through her arm. With a determined look, Trad pulled his blade by his side before plunging Gram straight into Sangue's stomach.
The happy child had died, and so will what was left of her.
Sangue looked up at Trad, whose tears tainted the house. For both he and Sangue knew that both of them were not wrong to fight for themselves, and there was to be only one who would fulfill their dreams. That was how reality worked.
Because a peace without strife existed only in fantasies. Such peace that is known to exist in reality, after all, is simply a white lie that transforms into the polar opposite of serenity.
"I'm sorry," he finally spoke, and Sangue could only stare at his closed eyes. "I'm sorry."
But just for once, she felt like reliving a fantasy.
The woman coughed out blood, and as she felt the embrace of her parents fading away from her cold body, she smiled. She wanted to wipe away Trad's tears, but she had lost everything. The red-haired swordswoman, who fell with honor by her side, felt Trad's sword slowly pull out of her. The blood-drenched warrior of the house surrounded by sakura leaves fell into Trad's arms.
The soft words that escaped her lips were words she wanted to speak of when she was once the greatest sinner to exist.
"I forgive you."
Sangue Naga's spirit passed away, with Trad prevailing over her cold ways. But even when she died, the man could not help but feel an everlasting regret.
He had killed a woman who simply wanted to live, away from her sin-filled past.
Well I'm certainly going to feel a bit...inferior in this place but perhaps that'll be a good thing in the long run, yes?
Name: Constance 'Connie' Blendin
Nickname: Connie
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Powers: Connie has the power of being completely and utterly normal compared to most of her schoolyard peers. In that Connie, despite the circumstances of her birth, appears to simply be a normal teenage human attending what she assumed to be a private school that she got accepted into due to nepotism above anything else. If the ability to be normal is a power, she's got it. If being able to gossip and socialize with peers is a power, yeah that's her power as well. Maybe her power is going shopping or popping down to a cafe for a drink. Maybe she's just a regular human and is fine with that.
Weakness: Numbers, as in mathematics. Connie has no ability to understand math beyond the basic multiplication tables up to about ten, and even then she gets a bit wonky once six comes into question. "Six times six? Isn't it...I only have five fingers! Six times six...if five times six is fifty six then six times six is sixty six!" That she is so bad with numbers is often why she doesn't realize when she's being overcharged at a store or is given incorrect change. "It was ten dollars, here's a twenty, I think I get five back, right?" Being a pescetarian she also has a weakness when it comes to meat that isn't fish, in that seeing it can make her nauseous and eating it is enough to make her run to the bathroom and be sick. Which really makes things difficult, considering the eating habits of her family and friends. Being a normal girl, she's also prone to being affected by magical influences, having no defenses for them. But surely her friends wouldn't think of using their powers on her, right!?
Skills: Despite her awful math skills, Connie is quite good with languages and words, being fluent in three languages thanks to being forced to study them from a young age. English, French, and oddly enough Latin - that was requested by her mother for some odd reason, the French was due to her father. She's got a flair for the dramatic, having spend most of her time under the shadow of dear mother and being groomed for a life under spotlights, so when a performance rolls around she is good at slipping into the role she has been cast for. But perhaps the greatest skill she has is being able to drink a cup of coffee while it is still piping hot from the machine. Does this mean her power is super taste buds!?
Hobbies: Being a fan of the arts makes drama a hobby of hers, and not just plays and live performances but films as well. She likes to host movie nights in her room for fellow film aficionados, but so far that's mostly just been her watching a movie on her computer while munching on a small bag of lightly salted popcorn. Costume design, or rather fashion design in general; Connie likes making outfits when she has the time and material, which is increasingly rare as school picks up. She once played a card game but found it hard to understand since it involved numbers so games are not something she understands. Connie also has an interest in watching live events, including concerts and sports - though when it comes to sports she's just as likely to stand around and ask questions as she is to watch and try to learn for herself. "What happens when the white ball goes over the fence? Why did they get three points with the orange ball but last time they got two?"
Background: Connie, by all accounts, should've been like other students at Orean, in that she should've had some sort of magical ability. Her father is from France, a former politician who went into early retirement and fell in love, or lust as she would call it, with a beautiful woman named Angelique. The two had their fair share of trysts that resulted in Connie's birth. What Connie has yet to figure out is that her mother is a bit of a seductress by way of having succubi powers. She thought it odd that her father was grey haired and fragile looking while her mother was constantly youthful, but she dismissed it as simply being the power of love. Each time Angelique and Connie's father were together, it drained more and more of his life, until he looked to be a geriatric when he was only middle aged.
Angelique had thought to make Connie into something of her heir before realizing that Connie took more after her father than her mother. Still, despite the disappointment, Angelique still cared for Connie on the hopes that one day she would develop latent abilities. Angelique was employed at Orean and it was at the suggestion of her mother that Connie applied and eventually got into the school to study under its language arts and drama programs.
Connie takes to the performance arts because her mother was once an actress - though not in the sort of movies Connie has ever seen. In many ways, Connie is just trying to make her mother proud in whatever ways she can, not knowing that by doing so she's limiting herself to chasing after a shadow that she didn't even know she was under.
Theme song:Girls on FilmThe Mother We ShareClubs:Drama Club
Dreams: Well mostly she has recurring dreams involving oceans. But she's not a dream analyst.
I might make her mother a character but I dunno.
Deathedge is going to love the sh-t out of this person.
On another note, she sounds good. (now we just need to wait for Destiny to approve the character)
EDIT:
Quick notice, but no one is inferior! Otherwise, I wouldn't be here if anyone did feel inferior. :P (dest is a good GM for holding my interest and keeping me here, considering how i'm stupidly strict with the roleplays i choose lol)
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