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Natsu




Character Summary

Name: Call me Natsu.
Aliases: There are those that call me Roger. It's not my real name buuuut...
Age: 19
Birthday: 29th of April.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Location: Western New York.
Gender: Non-binary, male pronouns.
Major/Minor: Software Engineering.
Occupation: Student, Upcoming Google Intern this Summer.
Languages: English, C, Java, Ruby, Python, HTML, CSS.
Current Bio Theme: I'm a sucker for FFX.
Years Rping: At least 7, mostly not here though.
Preferred Rp Section: Casual for sure.
Rp Level: Casual to High Casual.
Dedication Level: Pretty high, I like to think.
Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: Oh god world building without GM permission. Moderate grammar errors I can take, but I'll lynch you if you overstep your bounds.


Appearance

Height: 5"11'
Weight: 270 pounds
Build: I have a bit of a stomach bulge, but besides that pretty even everywhere else.
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone: Kinda just pale?
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Hahahahaha No
Personal Style: Whatever I pull out of my drawer in the morning, irrespective of temperature. I don't feel cold or get hot in the same way you do, so I can dress however I like year round.



Psychology

Logical * Cold * Intelligent * Obsessive * Protective * Defensive


Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Oh god um shit. Well.
Hi there, I'm an asshole. Gonna put That one up front. I'm also a nerd, and sadly those thing can go hand in hand a lot of the time. I often say things i don't mean, especially around those who know me well, so if you've just met me and I'm nice, give me like... a month. I say mean things, probably as some kind of defense mechanism to stop me from getting close to people. I try to fight it, but it's there. I promise I rarely mean to hurt you, and if I do, let me know. Please. Outside of warnings though, I'd say I'm a pretty decent human most of the time. I have some necessary struggles with morality that are interesting. Now don't worry, I'm not a murderer, but I think a lot about the nature of right and wrong, to the point of infuriating those around me. I don't like to take things at face value, so I may openly question the nature of the morality of murder in front of you, and work through logical implications of different stances. My current state on most moral beliefs is not knowing, in fact. Subjective morality to me is pretty obvious, I think killing and stealing and torture are all things I don't wanna do, but that all stems from me not wanting to go to jail/ not wanting to hurt people. Whether or not there's some ultimate morality that's true independent of me, is what I want to know more about.

Outside of internally and externally debating the nature of the universe, I also spend a lot of time doing homework because hahahahahaha STEM majors. I can get into the "I have more homework than you" game. Watching my engineering friends die doing Thermo is almost painful. A lot of my not RPing free time is spent up either on games, programming, or math. Yes I'm one of those weird fuckers who likes math. Some might think this weird, but honestly until you see the beauty of complex exponentiation, or modern number theory, you just don't understand man. Look into it, I promise you'll cry when you see the light. Besides that, I cook a lot when i can, I live in dorms now but you should see what I can do with a gas stove and a knife. If I have an art, it's food.
Habits: I don't drink water from the tap. Ever. I don't care if it's cold or not, I'm going out in shorts and you can't stop me.
Hobbies: Cooking, Programming, Overwatch, Magic the Gathering, Math, Rubik's Cubes, DnD.
Fears: Being left Vulnerable, Failure.
Likes: Fluffy animals, When the dice favor me, Games, Scaly animals, Math.
Dislikes: Sad doggos, when the dice hate me, outside, cruelty.



Cards On The Table

Rp's Currently Gming: None
Rp's Currently Enjoying: Breakfast University of Magic, Darker than Black, Our Game.
Other Places Of Interest: I used to bounce around on the Nerdfighteria Vanilla Forums and it's various predecessors.
Favorite Posts: Still the best thing on the guild.



History

What Brings You To Role Player Guild: The death of my first Roleplay Site
Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild: Oh Jesus. So there was this site, orignally known as Your Pants. It was wonderful, and any Nerdfighters probably know what I'm talking about. My first Roleplay's were on that site, and I was S H I T. The worst you could imagine. Oh god part of me is glad that the old site is buried and lost to time, in a data shredded pile that can't ever be recovered (STAY AWAY FROM THE WAYBACK MACHINE IF YOU LOVE ME). Any way, that site when through a couple iterations, from site death to revival to death to revival. The people rotated and left and returned until one day, we all were gone. I found the site somewhere between my departure and the overall death of that site's RP section. Good friends were made, lost and died there.
Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild: Bit less Nostalgic and more cheery for this part then. Guild's been nice, and I've been on and off as life got harder or easier at different points, but I think I've stabilized on something good where I am now.


Extras

Quotes or Sayings: "What do you mean I can only have 7 shots of Espresso?"
Theme Song: I'm a sucker for jazzed up versions of childhood songs.
Advice To The World:
Anything Else: I think people shoot for happiness, and while that's good, I don't think you should ever achieve it. You need to keep upping your standards, and never become complacent.


Most Recent Posts



Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Peter's Grave
Skills:Alertness


Bart followed after Faith, and as they reached the grave, he knelt down and took a look around. Making a "Tut" noise as he inspected the site, he turned at Faith and shook his head. "No clue." He said bitterly, and stood up straight. "Nothing's changed, I don't get what would be special about it." He said, and bit in inside of his lip. "Okay, okay..." He said, working through his thoughts on the matter. "Way I see it, there are two possibilities." He started, and placed his hands together. "One, they're looking to do something with the body, but that seems unlikely. If they had some weird kind of powers that could raise the dead, I don't see why they wouldn't lead with that." Short of that, he couldn't think of any other use for a dead body, even with the powers he knew could very well exist.

"Or, they're old friends." He offered, crossing his arms and exhaling. "I'm not too sure what Peter was doing right before he died, but hey, maybe he ran with these guys for awhile." That seemed like a far more likely explanation to him than any other theory he could think of or had heard floated. While he knew better that to blindly assume the best in people, Occam's Razor favored this over pretty much any other hypothesis. "How's that sound? It'd explain how they knew about us, not quite sure how they knew Peter was dead, but answers must lie somewhere." He waited for Faith to respond. He thought his reasoning was sound, but it was always good to hear a second opinion.
Arthur Stanford






Stepping out into the courtyard, Arthur grimaced. He couldn't believe how horrid the food was here. He knew better to complain, he'd just be told to eat it or starve. Luckily enough for him, he saw Mona off on by herself, with a boy who looked like less than a gentleman, Roman, was his name he believed. He'd heard less than good things about him, to say the least. Thinking for a moment, he decided to visit Mona, stepping to her side and clearing his throat, he said ,"Mona! Lovely to see you, how were your morning classes?" He asked, before acknowledging Roman, and turning to look him in the eye.

"Pardon me, I don't believe we've met." He said, his voice calm and collected. He knew he was far from imposing to older students, but that never stopped him from acting like the bigger man. "Is this one of your friends?" He asked, turning back to Mona, playing dumb. He'd never expect Mona to associate herself with someone like Mona, but it was better to keep his mouth shut and let her speak for herself. He looked down at the food tray in front of him, and exhaled. He had to find a way to stop eating this slop. He briefly played with the idea of throwing it at the creep, but he knew better than that. Besides, he hadn't done anything yet, but Arthur had a certain lack of faith in Roman.
Miss Creme
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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme turned her head as Amaranthine pointed at her, and covered her face for a moment. She wasn't used to being noticed, or paid much mind in general. What surprised her even further, was when she was beckoned forward by the pianist, and nodded, crossing the room over to her. She was about to explain that she wasn't much for playing, when she said something much more interesting. She wanted to talk to her, but it seemed she'd rather keep whatever it was between the two of them. This was odd, since, best to her recollection, they hadn't spoken yet. This might have worried Creme given the themes of the night, but the woman looked about as imposing as Creme herself did, so she didn't feel any fear.

Sitting next to her, she turned to face Amaranthine, she let a small smile dance across her lips. "Would they?" She asked, as the woman began to play. She quite liked the sound of her playing, not having many chances to listen to music herself, she took a quiet moment to enjoy it. Returning to the matter at hand, she nodded ,"That's very interesting Miss." She remarked, and continued, "You can call me Miss Creme by the way." She informed her, hoping she'd be given some way to address her in kind. She hesitated for a moment, and took a quick look around the room, before lowering her voice and saying, "Now... Is there something you'd like to discuss?" She inquired delicately.



Adalene Jones


Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A




Adalene followed her out of the shadows, and nodded as Emmie confirmed her expectation. Life couldn't be easy for her as a homeless person in the city, and it showed a certain resilience that she'd toughed it out as long as she did. She smiled at Emmie's sentiment about train riding, she'd never quite found them too comfortable, too crowded for her taste. But she figured it was a pretty important tool for moving around the city, especially when you woke up and didn't know where you next meal was coming from.

She shook her head, and said, "I'm fine, but if you need a break, we can take one." She did, however, graciously take the water bottle from her. She cracked open the top, and drank about a quarter of it. She could looked around the terminal, trying to keep an eye out for anybody that might seek to pickpocket or steal from them. The subways weren't the safest place, especially for those wishing to keep their possessions to themselves.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Outside Kitchen House -> Main Road
Skills:N/a


Bart smirked at her calling him Squirt. For all the time they spent together, it almost felt like a term of endearment. He nodded along with her. "I get you." He said, "Rome wasn't built in a day, so they say.". He'd never had to live through a zombie apocalypse, so he could only imagine the personal demands it could impost on a person. Even though he knew others here were from that timeline, and didn't seem to have Faith's personal method of dealing with it, he supposed it would affect all people differently. He stepped away from the house, and started down the main road towards the grave. He took the occasional look behind them as went, wanting to not be caught unawares if somebody from the circus happened to be following after them.

Since they had a few moments, he decided to take a second to get Faith's insight, "It's no secret your intuition for these things are far better than my own." He started, turning his head towards her to address her. "What's your take on these people?" He himself felt a gut distrust of them, given the circumstances of their arrival. The collapse of the Ferris Wheel was the biggest factor for him. There was something they didn't know, and that itched in the back of Bart's mind in a way that upset him greatly. Knowledge was power, and it seemed like there were enough unknowns to fill the swamp. It was a kind of powerlessness he didn't take kindly to, so he was glad that they were going to hopefully gain some kind of deeper insight to the situation.
Miss Creme
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Location: Starry Salon -> Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Crossing to the end of the room, Creme quietly stepped into the Lunar Ballroom, and quickly looked for a place on the side to stand and wait. She drew breath, and stepped to the left of the door, a bout halfway between the entrance and the leftmost point the the room, along the perimeter. Giving a yawn, her eyes were quickly drawn to Amaranthine, who looked like she might be about to play for them. Creme could certainly do with some music right about now, especially if it would draw attention away from herself once people started to arrive. She would keep an eye on the door however, hoping to soon have Blush rejoin her.

Realizing that she was in a ballroom, Creme made a worried, "Hmm" at the realization that she may, for whatever reason, be expected to dance. That was a skill that was well outside her wheelhouse, and she hoped, somehow, she might avoid that. The last thing she'd want is to make a fool of herself in front of all the people that were sure to be in attendance. This reaffirmed her choice to stay out of the way in the closest thing to a corner she could possible find in a round room. Out of sight, out of mind, was her motto, and she intended to live it to the fullest for the foreseeable future.



Adalene Jones


Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A




Adalene gritted her teeth, determined not to let the nausea overtake her. "Nuh-uh." She said. She glanced around her, and thought for a second. She didn't have a map of New York in her head or anything, but she knew that was pretty far uptown. She'd never been in a maintenance area like this one before, so she took a second to look around. "Neat." She nodded. She knew a few homeless people slept here, especially during the winter, when they were a damn sight warmer than the frigid cold brought on by New York winters.

"So why'd you decide on here?" She asked. Maintenance rooms were cool and all, but they weren't exactly here idea of a fun time. "Is there somewhere around here you wanna go?" She asked. Or hey, maybe they were going to check out the subway network, that'd be unique and cool. And even if they were caught, it wasn't like they were going to actually get in any trouble, seeing as they could blink away at a moments notice.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Kitchen House -> Outside Kitchen House
Skills:N/a


Bart frowned, but acquiesced, saying "Alright, sure, we'll go to the grave." He was surprised to see Andromeda walk off at the first sign of disagreement. He guessed she had her own goals, which was fine, but if she had stayed a bit longer they would've all gone together. He smiled at Faith's reason for wanting to go with him, "Consider getting on better terms with the others though, we'll all need to have each others backs eventually." He suggested. He couldn't blame her for wanting to work with him though, with the amount of training they did together, they were probably the best pair of Paradoxes on the camp right now.

He started the way out of the Kitchen House, and headed down the road on the way to the Barn. The presence of the Carney's had put him off, for two main reasons. For one, though the Emendators seemed very knowledgeable, this seemed to be a gap in what they knew about the world. For all their knowledge of different words and timelines, this caught them off guard. The second cause for worry followed from the first; To him, the existence of Emendators was akin to meeting gods. It shook up his worldview so thoroughly, and was incompatible with his previous understanding of how things worked. What if this was another step up in the multiversal hierarchy? He'd heard the name "Management" tossed around, so maybe that's exactly what this was. It would certainly explain how they managed to enter the timeloop. Granted, this was all conjecture, but it was food for thought.



@Nallore Finally had some free time, let me know how it is.

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