PerfectThought

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University is still going strong but unfortunately, we've had a player opt to bow out due to real-life obligations.

As the roleplay's concept was designed around a team of twelve, I'd like to fill that role again and am hereby reopening submissions until 1pm EST on April 28th, 2023. Anyone is welcome to submit a character sheet up until that point, after which I will make my selection. Should any additional spots open up between now and then, I will provide an update. Currently, however, there is only 1 spot available.

Players who previously applied but were not selected are welcome to restate their interest. If you wish to be considered using your previously submitted sheet, you need only state such, preferably with a link to the original sheet. If you wish to make any edits, please repost the finished sheet to the OOC.

For all new interested parties, please find the OP here, along with links to relevant information and resources. If you are interested, I ask that you also take the time to read the IC. Your character will be a late arrival, so you'll be jumping into the IC at the point it's at, not retconned in as though they were always there.

The character skeleton can be found here.

@Lord Wraith

If there's still a chance, I'd still be interested in submitting Milo. Changed him up to fit in a little better, but having some formatting trouble. Happy to link the revised sheet. But it's kind of fucked up (formatting wise) at the moment.

Spiral Serpent - A Jazz-Rock's Band's Story of Success

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Oh, absolutely. Management and publishing are an integral part of making a living in the business and having a character who works on that end of the spectrum would be tremendously valuable.

Great idea. Hope more people are in this.

@All Might

I'd imagine because of just how niche it is you might have a bit of a hard time finding people. But it's a very interesting concept. Be patient and I'd imagine you'll get a couple of people interested. Hope I get the opportunity to write up my character for it.

Spiral Serpent - A Jazz-Rock's Band's Story of Success

Looks... Interesting. Not too experienced with music stuff though gotta be honest. Any chance I could do a fixer-type businessman involved with the business of the band, but not with the music production? This could lead to an interesting dynamic of the businessman and the musicians butting heads over the balance between money and art...

Pizza Tower: THE RPG

Looks like something someone wrote while on one too many pills. Sounds like my job. I'm in.

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

Sorry wasn't too active toward the end of that. Been busy and shit. Still posting though.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

PARTYCRASHER - SACK OF POTATOES

Stafford perked up at Glitch's message. He was about 20 meters from his target position. But here would do. He slid into the sand, creating a small cloud of fine dust. Lucky for the mask, he thought. He rapidly drew his rifle, not prepping his position. Instead, he immediately loaded a superheavy depleted uranium anti-personnel slug into the chamber. Enough to turn just about any single person into a fine red mist. He loosely adjusted his form, spreading his weight more evenly and securing his elbow more. He lined up the cockpit in his sights, listening to his oppo's words. He gave a short affirmation and waited for the return signal. Following the barked signal from his buddy, the maw of the iron beast opened wide, revealing the shocked pilot to the brutal violence he had been previously shielded from.

@Awesomoman64
Relax. Inhale, exhale, inhale, squeeze, exhale. "Fired." He watched as his shot grazed the wall of the cockpit, shaving through the hermetic seal and passing straight through the center of the pilot's head. It burst like a balloon full of Kool-Aid; the viscera coating the interior with a fine paste of gore. The now headless body proceeded to flop out of the unmanned mechanical beat like a sack of potatoes, slumping to the ground at the iron warrior's feet. Stafford smirked, hoping that was good enough for his colleague.

@FourtyTwo
Next up on the menu: the other pilot. The Doctor humped his rifle over to a nearby rise in the ground, his rifle pointing upwards he properly set himself up, ensuring he was adequately covered by his cloak he scanned the air for the bastard Hind. He caught it hovering to the north of the ship, searching for an adequate target. He guessed. No matter. He adjusted the magnification on his scope, zooming it in and adjusting the picture ever so slightly. He attempted to train it on the cockpit, waiting for it to face him so he could try to take out the pilot. Short of that, he'd try to fuck up the engines. Not especially hard to do to a helicopter thankfully. As the whistle of the 'silencer' died down, he loaded another superheavy round. Before attempting a shot he keyed into the comms, "Queen, clear to take a shot at the chopper's pilot?"

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

@Fading Memory Spooky girl! Something related to Brown's power? He's definitely going to be super weirded out by that. Really nice post, thanks!

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

KAITIAKI

Stafford listened to the hearty groans and grumbles from the bloody scot. With an arrogant smirk, he retorted, "Well love, if you know the right people. You can pay off just about anything... Anyway, this is a good nightcap, but don't worry doll. I'm sure you'll be paid back in due." With that he reclined back, largely withdrawing from the conversation as he began to examine the ongoing antics in the rec room. He could already tell this team would be interesting. Yet to see how effective. But certainly interesting.

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PARTYCRASHER

"Roger that, Sunray. In position." He exhaled slightly and muttered something about having to run around away from the mech. He noted Jaguar cresting the ridge, about 20 feet away from him. As his colleague got into position Stafford began his checks. He awaited the unspoken signal of Queen's throttle hitting the floor. He spied the dust clouds barreling towards the oxidized skeletons, glinting in the morning desert light. He racked the bolt, loading a one-pound HEAT round into the breech of his rifle. With a heavy push, he loaded the round into the chamber, the gun primed and ready he removed the safety. He took one last examination of the lay of the land before taking his mark.

Finally, he closed his sights on his target: the sensor array of the class 2 mech. It was truly a nasty beast, boasting a whole suite of weaponry that could turn him into the contents of a tin of spam. However, that wouldn't off-put him. If he could decimate the sensor array the pilot would have to rely on the limited set of analogue optics the mech was equipped with. This in turn would make all their lives easier, especially his, as it would limit the hulk's long-range effectiveness to practically nothing.

Stafford took a deep breath in, watching his sights sway as his chest moved. Then he exhaled, letting the reticule drift back to its resting point: directly over his target. He reached the end of his lungful and gently squeezed. He felt the rifle kick into the crease of his shoulder like a mule. The only thing stopping his arm from being broken is the rifle's recoil limitation features. And a heavily padded stock. A whistle is the only sound to be heard as in the distance he looks at his target, examining the damage. As soon as he had ascertained the extent of the damage from the shot he began to reposition. Picking himself up hastily, then the rifle. Holstering it firmly while he tried to remain as low off the ground as he could. He barked out to Jaguar, "Reposition! ASAP!" Before the opposition could determine his location he was barreling down the opposite side of the ridge from them. He engaged his exo-suit, full throttle. Sprinting into the horizon, unfortunately vaguely in the direction of the Hind, but that wasn't his primary worry. For now, he would attempt to travel in a quarter-circle arc around the AO from his previous position and attempt to fire off another shot.

@FourtyTwo@Theyra

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

Got the shit beaten out of me, but at least I've gotten over my writer's block. Pretty short post, but Brown is now... Somewhere? Not with the others.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment

Brown L. Cheeseman

The elongated boy had not uttered a peep since leaving the small pool. Entranced by the setting around him, he ambled slowly through the magnificent settlement. His mind was filled with thoughts and theories, only paying attention to the conversation. As he stumbled his way through crowds he found himself face to face with a short stocky creature. It grinned up at him with a wide mouth and a gleaming set of many eyes. Brown didn't get a chance to count due to the heaving crowds, but he sighted a great many eyes and a great many arms. It wordlessly thrust a great staff towards him. The body of the staff was sleek and simple, reminding him of a wizard's staff. It was easily taller than him by at least a foot and had a pleasant deep brown colour. It was bare except for a small grip hewn into it, approximately slightly below his should height, and topped with a crudely carved figure. Reminiscent of a gothic-era gargoyle. The creature sat squatting on top of the staff.

He suddenly realised he had been standing in thought, examining the staff for some time now. The grin of the creature slowly morphed into what appeared to be a look of confusion. He thrust it towards him again. Brown, realising the small creature was offering it to him gingerly plucked it, feeling the surprising lightweightness of the staff as he hefted it by his side. He watched the creature give some kind of joyous cackle before being whisked back into the ever-changing folds of the crowd.

He peered over the heads of many creatures, searching for his entourage in desperation. It dawned on him that he appeared to have lost them, and so, he did the only thing he could think of doing. He continued in the direction the group was traveling: towards the opulent palace.