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Thy Fearful Symmetry [Lovecraftian WW2 Battle of Britain RP]

@PrinceAlexus Well, sometimes, even knowing about the Lovecraftian monsters or aliens can cause insanity.

Thy Fearful Symmetry [Lovecraftian WW2 Battle of Britain RP]

@BingTheWing Roger that, I'll be writing and refining the character later today. And I would like to volunteer as the leader for Ghost. Would you then mind if there was a red thirteen painted on Arthur's plane, or would that violate the secretive nature of the squadron?

Thy Fearful Symmetry [Lovecraftian WW2 Battle of Britain RP]

I would be interested on this RP. Here's my work-in-progress character sheet.

Arthur Howell

Name: Arthur Howell
Rank: Flight Lieutenant.
Serial Number: 354-78-113.
Date of Birth: 6.6.1916
Place of Birth: Cardiff, Wales.
Physical Appearance: Arthur Howell is a slim, tall and young Welshman, red headed and clean shaven. He is about 184 centimetres tall and weighs about 77 kilograms, or about six feet and 180 pounds. He has a lively, though lean face and high cheekbones and short hair. His body is more wiry than muscular.
Craft: Spitfire.
Callsign: Gold Leader

Psychological Evaluation:

Flight Lieutenant Arthur Howell, aged 24, born on June 6th, 1916. Father Francis Howell deceased at the age of 31 at Somme. Mother Sarah Howell (née Clark), aged 52, alive and well. F/O Howell has served His Majesty for five years with impeccable service record. Graduated from flight school with flying colours. Physically, Howell appears in top shape for a man of his age with top notch vision. His character hints at humorous nature, and he a polite, good mannered officer, although his remarks contain sarcastic tones at times.

Howell is an Anglican, but also an agnostic in his views. When questioned if he believes there's life beyond Earth, he politely said "There's life on the bottom of the sea, and on the Poles, so why there couldn't be life on other planets? They might not be familiar in form or function, but there might be life." It seemed he was keen on conversing on the subject, but we had to continue the evaluation.

Howell responded well into the images and non-euclidean geometry, and showed little difficulty of handling such shapes. "I have imagined worse creatures", Howell pointed out and referred to few horror writers I hadn't heard of.

Howell's service records show that he can handle stress quite well. He pushed himself more than others did during the flight training, and showed quick reflexes and thinking in combat training and simulations. He could outmaneuver most of his comrades and superiors in simulated dogfights in most of the occasions, and has shown himself as a capable, and a tough but fair instructor. He doesn't yet have combat experience, but if his records can give any hint, he should make a formidable opponent for the BF-109 pilots in his Spitfire.

He seems to be a sportsman, giving his comrades and trainees sound advice, but also asking them to pull their weight for the team. Howell is not going to give up easily.

According to Howell, his worst fears include the fear of leaving a wingman behind, being burnt to death, and vampires. He noted the last part was due to one Bram Stoker. I can recommend him for frontline duty in the Turin Squadron.

History:

Born in Wales during the First World War into a upper middle class family, Arthur's father Francis, a manager and an engineer in a factory died soon after his birth in the battle of Somme in France. Arthur was thus raised mostly by his mother Sarah, but also by countless uncles, aunts and other family members. He did well in school, especially in history and religion, and was quite average in natural sciences, though he had an interest in aerial vehicles and machines. Arthur, for example, had a collection of toy planes, and he followed the development of planes and aircraft quite closely and keenly. He also had an interest on horror literature.

Arthur has liked reading Dracula, and many other horror and science fiction stories. For example, H.G. Wells books, especially War of the Worlds, The Island of Doctor Moreau and The Time Machine have fueled his curiosity on space and sciences. While he's not a scientist, Arthur has talked about aliens with a couple of his childhood friends, who've become physicists. Thanks to reading Dracula at a young age, Arthur is afraid of vampires, even if his family insists they don't really exist.

When he was sixteen, Arthur started to play rugby. Although he was quite slim for the sport, he was more agile and faster runner than most of team mates. Arthur has always been more wiry and lean than outright muscular, making a good runner.

When Arthur turned 19 in 1935, Arthur applied for RAF, and entered the fighter pilot training. Arthur was bullied for his red hair, and nicknamed "Thirteen", often seen as an unlucky charm by some aristocratic cadets. Arthur was undeterred, and was motivated to show his comrades and superiors he could become the best pilot of the bunch. He became the cadet with some of the best grades during his training, and before the war, Arthur has spent most of his time in the Air Force as an instructor and adviser. As the things turned ugly in France, he was taken into active combat duty and recommended for the Turin Squadron as a potential candidate.

Redacted (2/5)

I'll be adding and writing more stuff later.

Work in progress

Name: Roland Mawbray
Race: Human
Archetype: Paladin
Dark Shadow: Reincarnated
Gender: Male
Age: 23

Provide me with more detailed information on the following:

Appearance:

Personality: At least a paragraph.

Backstory: Roland has traveled on this earth for more years than one might assume. He was born into a knightly family of the Mawbray, a family of well-known of vampire slayers, undead killers and the defenders of the innocents. The family gathered a great library of knowledge on the undead, and thus became renowned for their knowledge - but then, they were accused of witchcraft.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Provide me with three of each

Aspirational Powers/Abilities: These can be anything you can think of - however I'm thinking along the lines of abilities such as Pick Lock, Remove Traps as a Rogue, or spells for a Wizard or Cleric you would like to gain during the course of the game. Be as creative as you like. I'm looking for a list of ten such powers from you and you will gain these abilities at certain story milestones throughout the game.

Redacted (2/5)

I'd be interested in this, and probably will be making a human paladin.

Advanced level Mass Effect roleplay

I would be interested, too.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@shylarah Sorru about it, I wrote the post quickly and I can edit it.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

"All right", David said to himself, as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He heard a knock from the apartment door, and went to open it. Hanks was behind it. "Does it suit well, sir? The Bureau had to approximate the size", the ghoulish Hanks asked. He had a simple suit with three buttons on him and a wide brimmed hat.

"As well as ever, thank you. Come in, everybody's almost ready", David replied. "Anything new on the front?"

"Not much, I'm afraid," Hanks answered, taking his hat off while walking inside. "There will be a couple taxis coming in about fifteen minutes to take us to the Golden Fleece, so it is better to hurry anything you people are doing. We might take a few minutes to talk with the troops of the facts and plans."

David nodded. There was a living room in the apartment. "Team", he said with a loud voice, making sure the others heard him in apartment's rooms. "Form up in the living room." Damn, that sounds too much like a military talk, David thought.

Ouroboros - A Viking/Mythology Inspired RP

Eirik the steward looked down at Bóthilda. He had admitted many men and women to the castle, and at least half of them had left before the end of the day. He didn't like it, and the newcomers put a strain on the castle's own folk. In the end, though, it was his job. "Like everyone else these days, young lady. But as per the Earl's orders, I am to direct you to the castle yard. The thanes and the newcomers are already there. Find the thane named Hadvar Arnsgeirsson and introduce yourself, he welcomes the newcomers to the retinue and will show you around. He has one good eye and at least six feet five tall, you'll probably won't miss him. But I bet you won't make it past noon." Eirik shifted his attention to the next waiters. "Now, what do we have here?"

Ouroboros - A Viking/Mythology Inspired RP

"Should we have told her that the Earl isn't home?", Aubry pointed out as the four thanes neared the castle. The young woman and her uncle were out of earshot. "She's capable, I'll give her that."

"Well, there's still a few beds in the barracks to fill, so fitting her in shouldn't be a problem", Bram said. The four thanes walked to the barracks, and Bram, for one, collapsed to his bed.

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Earl Hjalmar was standing on the wall of Beornhall. He had arrived to the capital a few days ago, as his brother, King Jorvi of house Weyland, wanted to have a family feast and meet his quarreling relatives. Like I would let Alarik inherit the throne, Hjalmar thought. Only over my dead bones I would let him be king.

It was late night, and a chilly breeze blew. Hjalmar liked the feel of the wind on his face. It had a salty and fresh quality. The wind is coming from the sea.

Hjalmar walked back to his quarters, and started to sleep. It was going to be a busy and long day tomorrow.