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The big, lanky Servant in the shabby jacket eyed his compatriot sidelong for a moment. . . and then he snorted, shaking his head and making his heavy tail of hair sway against his shoulders. He had forgotten just how different his companions were. Even when they seemingly hand so much in common, things like this could just jump out and surprise him. He leaned forward and spat over the edge of the roof, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"If God hated war so much as folks say," Rockwell growled calmly, "He wouldn't a' done so much of it." He turned to face Cao Cao as he spoke. "The prophet said that if any nation, tongue, or people proclaim war against you, and refuse peace, then go to God and he will give you a commandment, and justify you in goin' to war against them."

He smiled; a happy, serene, entirely mad little grin, white teeth barely showing through the thickness of that long beard, eyes bright as burning coals. "These folks are tryin' to turn back the clock on God's plan, friend. Take us back to the age a' beasts and devils - and that's not to be borne. The Lord gave this world to his chosen people, an' no pack of misbegotten sorcerers will take it away. No, sir. God saw what was goin' on, and how the unrighteous were workin' against his holy purpose, and so y'see what he did? He asked the prophet to set things right, and Joe tapped me on the shoulder an' sent me back down here to settle accounts."

There was a moment's pause, and then Rockwell looked back over the city, towards the slowly-lowering sun. "But first," he said contemplatively, "I could do all kinds of murder to a steak. You comin'?"


Rider of Red - Cao Cao


Upon hearing the response he got, Cao Cao stroked his beard in thought for several moments. In truth, he didn't understand a word of this man's reasoning. Heaven's will was not something he'd put much stock in over the course of his life, and he didn't care to parse through the seeming dichotomy of "do no murder" and "justified war". Perhaps that was part of the madness that made him a Berserker.

Still, at least they could agree on one thing: the other faction were a pack of fools and dreamers that had to be dragged kicking and screaming into reality. That much, he could get behind. This world they were in may not be ideal, but to simply erase the past would be to cheapen the sacrifices that had gone into shaping the present, including his own. Life did not give you a do-over. Failure was never truly the end.

"Very well. Our beliefs in the heavens may be utterly different from one another's, but we both agree that turning back the clock on this world is vanity. I can work with that. As for the steak..."

A nod. "Lead the way. I'm rather curious to see how food is prepared in foreign lands in this era. I don't believe I ate meat for decades by the end of my life, considering the state of the land I was in."
Fiona's impressions of the current Gym Leaders:

Hestia: "Love the lass, but I wish she didn't flip her shite every time she loses a big match. Needs tae relax more."

Ezran: "Good tunes. Think he's a bit up his own arse about how people react tae Poison types, but good man nonetheless."

Joseph: "Fun lad to be around. Likes food and fookin' about as much as I do. Love the show, too."

Moira: "I know she's older than me, but it still don't feel like it most days. Been tryin' tae get her outta her shell."

Malik: "Fookin' bastard suckered me into this job. Don't mind him otherwise, but sometimes I wish he ain't sought me out fer this."

Nordrin: "Bit of a cunt, but understandably so. Wouldn't kill him tae relax a tad, or at least give me a damn discount. Great steaks."

Zeke: "Great lad. That little show he puts on fer the audience's good television. Could do tae be a little more like that in his personal life, but just a tad. Rather quiet otherwise."

Thomas: "Good head on his shoulders. I agree with his philosophy, more or less."

Elijah: "Smart man. I do appreciate how he checks up on everyone. We've had some good talks about our training routines, aye."

Henrietta: "I think the lass is a bit much, in all honesty, but it's also one of her charming points. Really could do tae chill the fook out every now and then, though."

Liam: "Too much pink fer my tastes. Fashion aside, he's a sweet lad. Plus, at least he can get how much of a pain in the arse trying to have a bloody love life is when ye've got a Gym tae run."
Poggers. So, uh, how we divvying up the Gyms and Major/Minor leagues? Assuming Major/Minor gyms can stack in the same town, but otherwise, are we just calling dibs? I'd like either Hammerlocke, Hulbury, or Stow-on-Side, really.
Probably getting ahead of myself, but anyone wanna share gym puzzle ideas? I'm thinking Zeke's might involve like... Climbing the same stairs/incline over and over again. A bunch of trap doors or conveyor belts keep sending them back to the beginning.

Maybe there's like a series of two doors to choose between. The wrong choice sends them back to the beginning. There's no actual puzzle to it. It's just rigged so the last combination they try is the right one. Maybe he teases the challenger over the PA with every restart.

You know, something to test perseverance.


Fiona's Gym would basically be a hybrid of a warp pad/conveyor belt/ice path puzzle. Multiple separated platforms hanging in midair, and the only way to reach them is riding a Gym Corviknight that will only ever go back and forth on the same path. Fiona designed an intentionally difficult maze just so she'd have less challengers to go through. The layout changes every year because some smartass keeps posting the solution on the internet every challenge season.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:887/900 MP:1046/1150 SP: 130/130





Alright, this was starting to get slightly ridiculous. At the rate they were pouring damage into this monster, it should've been dead by now. That, and the amount of damage Lugh was taking was starting to pile up far too much. Screw it, then. No more half measures. Hopefully, this was on the upper end of what Thunderstruck Grove had to offer, because they were utterly boned if this was average for the zone.

Amulak manuevered himself to have a clear shot of the crack he and Lugh had made in the centipede's armor, already starting to cast. A fully-juiced, Mana Controlled Spell Spear came surging through the air, aiming to pierce straight into the hole in the centipede monster's side.

"You doing very good, Lugh! Just keep getting shit kicked in while we finish monster off!"
To be honest, considering we're pretty much ignoring the events of the game here, the Gym Challenge could be changed so that there is no set order. Plus I think it'd work better that way.
Edited Fiona's sheet so that she's from Freezington. Because the Crown Tundra's geography makes total sense.


”You're here for a battle, aye? Fine, fine. Then let’s see if you can keep up with me in the open sky!”


NAME: Fiona MacConnell

AGE: 25

GENDER: Female

BIRTHPLACE: Freezington

GYM TYPE: Flying

APPEARANCE:
Stands at about 5’8”. Skin is fair, long blonde hair, has a lithe build. Somewhat toned, moderate bust.

Typically wears casual clothing such as plain T-shirts and jeans, but makes the token effort of putting on a fashionable jacket. Always seen with a pair of flying goggles around her head, for use in the skies.

When the occasion calls for it, has a full Sky Trainer glider suit for both Sky Battles and official appearances as a Gym Leader.

Speaks with a Scottish Crown Tundra accent.

PERSONALITY:
A free spirit by all accounts, Fiona prefers not to be burdened by much outside of her Pokemon and her Gym. She’s relaxed and lackadaisical, unconcerned with what others think so long as she’s satisfied with her own performance. She’s a wanderer at heart, spending much of her time outside of League-mandated Gym battles soaring the skies of Galar atop one of her many Flying Pokemon.

Despite her carefree nature, or, as some would believe, because of it, Fiona is a hard book to read. It’s difficult to accurately get a handle on what she wants or is thinking, and she tends to just go with the flow much of the time.

Of course, that isn’t to say there isn’t a brain underneath all the laziness and aimless wandering. She’s a quick wit when she’s forced to be, and aims for efficiency in what she does, so as to better get things over with and go back to a state of relaxation.

BIOGRAPHY:
While born in the icy southern town of Freezington, Fiona only spent a portion of her early years there. By the age of nine, she moved with her family to Kalos for a number of years on account of her parents’ work. It was in Kalos that Fiona saw her first Sky Battle, inspiring a love of Flying Pokemon and the open sky itself that she carries to this day.

During her stay in Kalos, Fiona became a certified Sky Trainer by her teenage years along with her regular schooling before her family returned to Galar. Upon finishing high school, Fiona immediately set out on that year’s Gym Challenge, wanting to explore the homeland she’d spent most of her teenage years out of. She won her eight badges handily enough, but was knocked out in the semi-finals of the Champion’s Cup.

Losing didn’t particularly bother Fiona. Hell, she’d gotten further than she’d expected herself. And being Champion was a burden she wouldn’t have really wanted anyway. Interviews, public appearances, actual duties? No thanks. So with a smile and a shrug, Fiona decided to continue her journey, spending the next few years traveling from region to region, honing her skills and learning about different varieties of Flying Pokemon while exploring all she wanted to.

It was on a break from her journey back home in Galar that Fiona was approached to become a Gym Leader by one of the current Leaders looking to retire. While initially resistant to the idea of being tied down in one place, she was eventually convinced by the prospect of advancing the prestige of Flying Pokemon in Galar, as well as possibly bringing her favored hobby, Sky Battles, to the region. So with yet another shrug, Fiona stepped into the next chapter of her life.

TEAM:








RELATIONSHIPS:
Makes her best effort to be friendly and approachable to her colleagues and have cordial relationships with them. Her carefree nature and lack of actual interest in the Champion title might rub some the wrong way, though, giving off the impression that she doesn’t care about her job.
Hex Jr.


Midday came, and Hex Jr. found himself standing outside the legendary Scorch's Guild Headquarters. Finally, a way back into the game. No more of this "it's too dangerous to venture outside Cloudgate" pussyfooting that the city officials had been spouting. Explorers, doing the thing they should've done from the start: investigating what was going on outside the city. Only took Scorch a few years to grow a pair and start recruiting, huh?

The Litten sauntered into the Guild, making sure his mask was on right as he looked around. Seemed like a more or less standard setup. Scorch at least knew how to run a proper Explorer's Guild. He'd never met the old veteran in person, but hopefully he wouldn't start babbling on about his father. The last thing he wanted right now was to be reminded just how large the shadow he stood in was.

A good few other Pokemon had beaten him to be the first one there, but that was fine. Just as long as he wasn't the last one. The sweet smell of baked goods hit Hex Jr.'s nostrils, and he moseyed on over to the Buneary holding the basket.

"Don't mind if I do." He grinned slightly, taking a chunk of banana bread and starting to horf it down. "Mnf. Mnf. This's good!" Hex Jr. told the Buneary, nodding. "Where'd you pick these up?"
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