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10 yrs ago
I will be gone for a week.
10 yrs ago
Roleplaying involves a commitment to others. And if you cannot keep that commitment I'd ask you to be honest with youself and just say so. It's by far the least painful way of leaving an rp.
10 yrs ago
I'm back in business baby
10 yrs ago
I will be gone for the following week. Posts are possible, but one should not count on it.
Tried to leave... couldn't do it. I wanted to cut my ties with rpguild, didn't feel like rp'ing lately. Turns out, I missed rpguild too much, and I couldn't leave.
Personality: Conner is a smart fellow, enjoying challenges that require the use of the mind instead of the body. He can solve many puzzles with ease. However, he is also a tad introverted. He spends more time listening to conversations than he does joining them. Still, he is slowly coming out of that shell of his and beginning to take part in more conversations.
'Weapon': Broken Gameboy (+1 ATK, Flavor Text: The screen is cracked.)
'Armor': Broken Sunglasses (+1 DEF, Flavor Text: One of the lenses is missing.)
Personality: Walther is a rather overbearing and dominant person. He feels best when others turn to him for guidance and advice, and often interjects with his thoughts even when not asked to do so.
'Weapon': The leader scepter, +2 attack. “You can get these things in a toy store...”
'Armor': The boss hat, +1 defence. “It's a a crown made out of folded cardboard...”
LV.: 1 Hp: 30 Atk: +5 Def: 0
Theme: N/A
Relationship: (To be worked on as the RP progress)
Name: Shark shredder
Pronouns: He. him
Appearance:
Personality: Shark shredder is the frontman and leading personality within his band. He is an extraverted and outspoken individual who does not mind being the center of attention at all. In fact, he revels in it. To him, all of life should be lived to the fullest, even if it means being slightly irresponsible sometimes. He is a very caring and concerned person despite his tough appearance and stage persona, caring deeply for his colleagues and friends.
HP: 2000 Atk: 8 Def: 0 Fighting style: The shark is there to please the crowd just as much as he's there to bring you under. He only really focuses on one person at a time. But the pyrotechnics on his stage deal more than enough collateral damage to everyone else. One can easily tell if his focus is on them. The stagelights follow his gaze, and whatever crowd there might be will clear out a line of fire. Even if you didn't ask for his attention, he'll challange your guitar skills, punctuated by a wave crashing over the one of inferior skill. Of course, unlike any of you, he can breathe underwater.
Oh, you've really done it now. And he'll make you know it. Before becoming the premier heavy metal sensation of the underground, the shredder was part of a niche ensemble of musicians whose music was said to rouse even the dead to dance. Evidently, it was true, as his band's instruments have gained a life all of their own. He's not playing fair anymore, outright blocking your approach towards him with raging torrential waves and siccing the crowd of shadows his new song awakened on you.
ACT's: AIR GUITAR: draws his specific attention towards you, better hope you have a plan. CROWD SURF: Flee the shredding shark. Just don't lose your balance. The water is deep. MOSH PIT: Safety regulations make it so this place is legally obligated to be beyond pyrotechnics range... just don't get trampled. Mercy: Pacifist and neutral with complete band: Live up to his challange to a guitar battle to the death. After all, someone that can shred the axe better than him can't be a bad person. Y'all get free merch too. A special edition band shirt complete with signature (+4 defense)
Neutral, one or more band members 'disappeared: He ain't starting a concert without the full gang. Not even to take out the humans whose souls will save the underground.
Genocide: You're on the highway to hell. and only one side is getting off of this crazy train alive.
Personality: Walther is a rather overbearing and dominant person. He feels best when others turn to him for guidance and advice, and often interjects with his thoughts even when not asked to do so.
'Weapon': The leader scepter, +2 attack. “You can get these things in a toy store...”
'Armor': The boss hat, +1 defence. “It's a a crown made out of folded cardboard...”
LV.: 1 Hp: 30 Atk: +5 Def: 0
Theme: N/A
Relationship: (To be worked on as the RP progress)
Name: Shark shredder
Pronouns: He. him
Appearance:
Personality: Shark shredder is the frontman and leading personality within his band. He is an extraverted and outspoken individual who does not mind being the center of attention at all. In fact, he revels in it. To him, all of life should be lived to the fullest, even if it means being slightly irresponsible sometimes. He is a very caring and concerned person despite his tough appearance and stage persona, caring deeply for his colleagues and friends.
HP: 2000 Atk: 8 Def: 0 Fighting style: The shark is there to please the crowd just as much as he's there to bring you under. He only really focuses on one person at a time. But the pyrotechnics on his stage deal more than enough collateral damage to everyone else. One can easily tell if his focus is on them. The stagelights follow his gaze, and whatever crowd there might be will clear out a line of fire. Even if you didn't ask for his attention, he'll challange your guitar skills, punctuated by a wave crashing over the one of inferior skill. Of course, unlike any of you, he can breathe underwater.
Oh, you've really done it now. And he'll make you know it. Before becoming the premier heavy metal sensation of the underground, the shredder was part of a niche ensemble of musicians whose music was said to rouse even the dead to dance. Evidently, it was true, as his band's instruments have gained a life all of their own. He's not playing fair anymore, outright blocking your approach towards him with raging torrential waves and siccing the crowd of shadows his new song awakened on you.
ACT's: AIR GUITAR: draws his specific attention towards you, better hope you have a plan. CROWD SURF: Flee the shredding shark. Just don't lose your balance. The water is deep. MOSH PIT: Safety regulations make it so this place is legally obligated to be beyond pyrotechnics range... just don't get trampled. Mercy: Pacifist and neutral with complete band: Live up to his challange to a guitar battle to the death. After all, someone that can shred the axe better than him can't be a bad person. Y'all get free merch too. A special edition band shirt complete with signature (+4 defense)
Neutral, one or more band members 'disappeared: He ain't starting a concert without the full gang. Not even to take out the humans whose souls will save the underground.
Genocide: You're on the highway to hell. and only one side is getting off of this crazy train alive.
Name: Jan Van Gent Appearance: Jan stands at 1.65 meters tall. He has fair skin, dark-blonde hair styled shortly and combed to the side. He has little standards concerning the clothes he wears, usually wearing whatever he managed to get on the cheap from a clothes vendor. The only criterium to him is that something needs to be functional. It doesn't need to be pretty or graceful, it just needs to work. Age: 27 Personality: A rash and hasty man by nature. Jan is a spirited and loud individual with a somewhat cruel streak to his actions. He doesn't particularly mind if other people are served by his actions, but is ultimately only in it for himself. He has a somewhat unnerving eagerness for the adrenaline of battle, but he places great value on loyalty, even if it is for the slightly pragmatic reason that a long-time partner is the best partner. Tactical Preference/Skills: Neural Plug Synchronization: 80% Other things of Note: No! only lasagna! Text Color: quotation marks will serve just fine, thank you very much.
Code-Name:Goldenspur
Appearance: (What it looks like. Desc is required, even if it has a pic.)
Body-Plan: The design is based from a basic humanoid frame. The legs have folding joints that allow the mech to transform from a more aerially maneuverable upright stance to a surfaced, speed-focused tank-like mode.
Equipment: The Goldenspur has a full array of standard ECM measures, including radar jammers and heat-concealing paint. Armor is noticeably thicker at the front of the machine. In addition, the Goldenspur is equipped with chaff launchers and smoke-screens to assist in dissapearing in the thick of combat. With assistance from Volkov, the smoke and chaff are also capable of reducing the effectiveness of laser weapons. Of course, raw kinetics are still an issue.
Armaments: The Goldenspur's primary weapon is a large-scale heatray that requires it to be two-handed by its' manipulator arms. While it can vaporize medium NC's in short order, it requires it to be in close combat, and while firing, it's an energy hog, reducing the Goldenspur's ability to maneuver with its' thrusters. For lesser targets, it has two medium-scale gatling cannons in its' enlarged shoulder mounts, when not in use, they point upwards, resembling wings. The gatling guns can only swivel towards forward targets, but can disable tanks and most non-NC targets in a short period of time, and can sting an NC until it's down easily enough. Of course, due to their ROF, they are severely innacurate at higher ranges.
So, the dragon was a showoff herself too then? Rasputin silently watched as she did her thing. It appeared shadows and flame were not the only elements she had dominion over. While she worked on the fire, he searched out some stickes to affix the steak voer the fire with.
He handed his dinner to the dragon, along with the sticks. "So... I feel like I'm doing all of the talking here, and I don't even know your name yet. That's hardly good conduct towards your guests, now is it?" He hoped she would gzet the hint and tell her his name. "I'm Rasputin by the way,"
Rasputin Waited some more for the carnage to subside. It seemed the other dragons had indeed left some scraps for him. He took his gaze away from his conversation partner to pick out some bits of uncontaminated meat. He didn't know if dragons had any diseases transmissible to humans, but he wasn't taking any chances. He had come too far to die to the dragon version of the common cold.
"So... I thought dragons lived in remote castles on top of huge piles of treasure... Guess that's yet another fabrication of the peasantry." He said. More to keep the conversation going than anything. He had found a side of the griffin to his satisfaction. He took a moment to calculate the correct angles to make a perfectly clean cut. a pulse of magical energy, and a series of blades made otu of shadows sprung up from under the carcass. After that rasputin simply had to reach out and retrieve his freshly cut griffin steak. He did the same to the stone that had been sued to down the griffin to get a rather well-cut stone plate."Now... I can do many things, but conjuring fire is not one of them, would you mind sharing your fire? I don't know about dragons, but humans have grown rather accustomed to eating well-cooked meat."
As he said this, the shadows had already assembled a campfire, fire pit and all, near the edge of the clearing.It didn't seem this relatively complex action took any large amount of attention from Rasputin. Almost as if the shadows were an extension of himself rather than a mere magical spell.
Rasputin was no stranger to predators eating. The dragons were actually quite tame in method when compated to some exotic specimens he had studied in the past."Family of some kind, I presume?" He simply asked. He wasn't at all bothered by the griffin being reduced to scraps of gore and bones before him, or at least he wasn't letting it on. "Well, you've got me somewhat worried the intent here might be that I'm dessert."
He stared directly into the humanoid-formed dragon's eyes. "Thought that would be quite the breach of hospitality, so let's hope that's just me being overly careful". The implication of his words was made quite clear by the change in his tone of voice. Sligthly treathening, but still calm and collected.
The moment of silence that fell after this was interrupted by a stomach rumbling ever so slightly. It had been quite a while since Rasputin himself had had the chance to eat. "Would you mind if I joined? I wouldn't mind eating from your... cuisine." It was true, he hadn't the sligthest qualm about eating the scraps off of a torn-up carcass. It wouldn't be the first time he did that either.
Rasputin simply stood back when the dragon tensed up for the kill. He bore witness to the brutal simplicity with which she eliminated the griffin. He briefly wondered what the reason for killing a griffin was. Then he remembered dragons tended to be apex predators in pretty much any region they lived in. He wondered if there were more dragons out here, and if so, where they lived.
"Need any help moving that?" He inquired. He had no intention of actually helping, and his help would be rather insignificant due to the lack of shadows in the clearing. Still, it woudln't hurt to put on an ac. If only to appear more friendly and helpful.
Rasputin's conclusion was confirmed by the forest dweller. It was quite thrilling, meeting a dragon. He had expected a more regal or formal guise, though one had to suppose even dragons could have pedestrain tastes in clothing. He didn't have any oppurtunity to inquire further as the as of yet unnamed dragon jumped down from the tree and beckoned him to follow.
The magician had to consider this for a moment, he was still guessing at this dragon's intentions, so for all he knew he was walking right into a trap. Nevertheless, he chose to follow her. After all, his earlier show of power seemed to have intimidated her enough to comply to his demands, and experience had learned him scared people often do not try to do anything against the source of their fear.
