Psyker Landshark

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Nakano Nagi

NAME: Nakano Nagi

AGE: 16

GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE:
Stands tall for a Japanese woman at 5'8. Toned, athletic figure with a decent amount of muscle in her arms and legs. Above average bust. Constant resting bitch face with a sullen stare.

Typically favors fashionable clothing with a punk or rebel flavor. Prefers dark suits with bright shirts for more formal occasions.

PERSONALITY:
Focused and driven at anything she puts her mind to, but with a chip on her shoulder. Nagi is a girl that has the drive and grit to excel, but no goal to work towards.

For as long as she can remember, Nagi has taken shit from both the local police and more civic-minded townspeople just for being the local yakuza boss's only child. As such, she bears no small amount of resentment for authority and polite Japanese society, choosing to blame them over her father being a criminal.

With her peers, Nagi tends to be reserved and sullen, not trusting most to not give her lip about what her father is. She's rather smart-mouthed and hot-tempered, not suffering insults lightly. Still, she has a few friends at school, and anyone who gets past her walls will find themselves with a loyal, dedicated friend that would go through hell and back for those associated with her.

SKILLS:

• Fistfighting: A childhood of being raised by yakuza toughs and being involved in several street fights has left Nagi adept in a brawl. Nagi's rather strong and agile on top of that, about as much as someone of her age studying actual martial arts would be.
• Cooking: Taught herself to prepare meals after her mother walked out on her father, seeing as how he couldn't cook worth a damn. She's also a member of the cooking club at school.
• English: Nagi had spent a year as a foreign exchange student in Australia in middle school, and she'd always had an interest in the language as a fan of Hollywood action flicks and crime movies.
• Yakuza Connections: Being the local oyabun's daughter has its perks. While the yakuza are nowhere near the force they once were, it's still rather convenient to have her dad's goons around town occasionally do small favors for her.

EQUIPMENT:

• Brass knuckles
• Burner phone

ECHO:

• Name: Belial
• Appearance:
  
  Hider

  
• Abilities: Primarily fights by claw strikes and conjuring hellfire. However, greatly favors physical attacks over flames. Magic primarily used for exploiting weaknesses as opposed to being its primary means of dealing damage. Above average speed and average defenses.

BRIEF BACKSTORY:
As the daughter and only child of the boss of the only yakuza game in town, Nagi was never under the impression that her father was anything but a criminal. Still, she didn't give a damn. He wasn't the one that ran out on her and her father with some big-shot businessman from Kyoto.

Her childhood was somewhat normal overall, she supposed. She had a loving father, a good amount of big brother types with her dad's goons, and a few friends over the years that weren't scared off by her family's reputation or the scary men that hung around her at times. She grew up tough, having learned to fight and defend herself from a young age with the help of her dad and his men to teach her. That, combined with the image she gave off meant that Nagi got herself into more than a few scraps over the years, putting her in trouble with local law enforcement on occasion. To Nagi, it wasn't her fault that schoolyard bullies and local delinquents deserved a fist or two to the face.

Over the years, Nagi wanted nothing more than to help her father with his business as the local yakuza boss, but two things interfered: One, women are expressly forbidden from taking part in yakuza life. Two, her father made it clear that even had she been a son, he would never have allowed her to join up. All he wanted was for her to have a legitimate career and family, and so Nagi struggles to abide by his wishes, trying to find exactly what it is she wants out of life.

OTHER:
Voice claim: Laura Bailey
Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-INCDZ0Cqg

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Forgot to ask, since this is not!Persona, do Echoes increase their user's physical capabilities? Aka, is melee combat without a weapon Echo viable?

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

Dragan shared a look with both Luna and Aleksiya at the headman's words. While he didn't know either on a personal level before the death of the gods, their reputations gave him enough of a profile for him to make an educated guess. Hopefully, he would be correct. But first, there were other considerations to be had.

"I'm surprised you've all held out this long, then. Commendable." Dragan remarked as he shoved the last crate into place. "I suggest you gather up any able-bodied fellows you have, Master Gilles. In the meantime, I need to confer with my associates."

Dragan retreated to an empty corner of the room, gesturing for Luna and Aleksiya to join him. When they did, he removed his helmet, speaking in low tones to the two other vampires so that the humans in the room with them wouldn't overhear.

"Once we're finished here, I propose we set out into the forest. Both to recover our other companions, and to nip this beastman problem in the bud. Destroyed settlements pose something of a problem for us." He said wryly, choosing his words carefully on the off chance that they were overheard.

Strange Gospel: A heavily Persona-inspired Urban Fantasy RP interest check

I am genuinely a fucking idiot for expressing interest in yet another rp but screw it, why not

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen and Felix Brias

The more Renar spoke, the angrier he got. It was a miracle he still managed a smile. An irritated, smarmy smile, but a smile nonetheless that could simply be passed off as a polite gesture. With Sir Adeforth’s blessing, then, he had no reason not to follow through. He was assured of his victory after all. A crown Knight couldn’t be losing to the Iron Roses. Certainly they were worthy of some manner of respect, but if their organization was better than the Crown knights, it’d look bad on all of them.

“With Sir Adeforth’s blessing, very well. Those are acceptable terms.” Felix laughed. “I’d say I’d worry about such a thing myself, but lets face it, it’d be an improvement.” Felix would lead the two of them outside, his steps quick and forceful as the Crown Knight would soon reach their destination.

Outside, he’d turn to face his brother.

“Shall we then, Brother? Would be a shame to drag this out any longer than needed.”

"You call that a ‘blessing’?" Renar resisted the urge to snicker as best he could. "Truly, subtlety is wasted on you. But, very well. Let’s begin this exhibition." He sighed, reaching for his sword.

Really, who did Sir Adeforth think he was kidding? Only a complete imbecile would fall for the transparent excuse that this was some sort of planned exhibition match, and not two brothers tearing at the bit to cut each other to pieces.

"But I agree." Renar ripped his cape from his shoulders and hurled it away before he took his sword in both hands, raising it up level with his head and settling into an ox stance. "Come, Felix. Care to replicate how badly you’re beaten back home?"

“The only thing we’ll be showing here,” Felix drew his sword, quickly assuming his own ox stance as he stared down Renar. “Is why the Crown knights are clearly superior than the Iron Roses.” Felix wasted no time in closing the distance towards his brother, taking an aggressive posture, swiftly switching to a tail stance and bringing the blade into an upward strike.

From the first stroke, Renar knew Felix hadn’t changed much in his swordplay. All aggression, no thought. As Felix lowered his blade and started to bring it up, Renar quickly brought his own sword down, beating Felix’s into the ground. Before his brother could recover, Renar pinned the tip of Felix’s sword down with his foot and brought his blade up in his own upward cut, aiming to lightly gash Felix across the chest and bring the duel to a swift end.

Had it been so easy, then really he’d have no place being a crown knight. The blade was pinned under Renar’s weight, Felix knew that perhaps, he had messed up just slightly. Still holding onto the blade with one hand, he’d move the left half of his body away from the blow, narrowly avoiding being grazed by the blade as he’d yank his own out from under Renar’s foot.

Would that this wasn’t a formal duel. Had they been on the battlefield, Renar would have done any number of dirty tricks on Felix by this point. Still, he’d maneuvered both of them into this fight, and he’d have to live with it.

There were only a limited number of moves he could commit from this position that would be deemed acceptable by a noble audience. Even as Felix yanked himself out of the way of the cut, Renar didn’t stop, twisting his own body to the side as he rushed forward, aiming to shoulder check his brother. His arms didn’t stop moving either, readjusting his grip so that he could bring the pommel of his sword crashing down on Felix’s head as he was distracted adjusting to the shoulder bash.

Felix grunted as Renar ran his shoulder into him, having freed his sword but lost any footing or momentum he had in the fight. Still, he wasn’t completely helpless. Gritting his teeth, Felix instead of trying to counter or deflect and recover in the middle of being assaulted, would instead move with the shoulder bash and take several steps backwards, avoiding the pommel of the blade and taking a defensive stance, holding the blade in front.

As the two brothers resumed a neutral position, Renar took up a similar stance to Felix’s, holding his blade out in front of him. Both knights were close enough for their blades to nearly cross, and Renar made his move. His left hand shot off his sword and moved to grip Felix’s wrists together, pinning them as he raised the pommel of his own sword and pushed hard against Felix’s blade, aiming to disarm the Crown Knight.

Felix, once more grit his teeth. He couldn’t twist his arms, or move his blade like this! In fact, what exactly could he do with his limited movement options? He had only seconds to figure something out as the pommel of Renar’s blade hurtled towards his own -

clang

“...What-?”

Too late.

Renar’s blade struck his with enough force to cause the Crown Knight to gasp in surprise as the blade would slip from his grip.

The Bastard of Brias leveled his blade against the side of Felix’s neck, scratching it just enough to draw blood.

"Disarmed, and blood drawn. I believe that’s unequivocally my victory, brother." Renar’s expression was placid enough, but his eyes gave off a hint of absolute glee at humiliating his half-brother in noble company. He drew back, picking Felix’s sword off the ground and returning it to the man before sheathing his own blade.

"My lords, ladies, and fellow knights!" Renar grinned as he retrieved his cape, hooking it back around his shoulders. "I do hope you’ve enjoyed this exhibition. This wouldn’t have been possible without the ever-so-charitable suggestion of my brother, of course." He chuckled as he returned next to Felix’s side, offering him a warrior’s handshake.

Of course, in this time and place, Felix would have no choice but to reciprocate, lest he breach protocol and decorum. So as they clasped wrists, Renar leaned in, whispering lowly enough so that no one else but Felix could hear him.

”Far more than you deserve, frankly. Be grateful I didn’t decide to maim you.” Renar hissed venomously in his brother’s ear.

Cold steel against his neck.

Warmth of blood slowly trickling down.

He had lost.

And so easily.

“Yes, quite well fought brother.” Felix exhaled, reciprocating the handshake. “I’m sure the noble lords and ladies enjoyed the match. I’m only a bit ashamed It couldn’t be drawn out longer.” He roughly, and somewhat abruptly ended the handshake, turning away from Renar as he’d sheathe his blade.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

"Well met, then." The armored vampire nodded politely to Giles. "I am Dragan. My companions can choose whether or not to introduce themselves at their discretion."

He set his hammer down on the floor and began moving to help the villagers shove the metal boxes into place. Next to a rabble of malnourished humans, the strength of a slightly-less malnourished vampire would prove to be a boon, as Dragan's strength easily helped set several more crates. As he worked, Dragan called over towards the apparent village headman.

"Master Giles," He grunted as another barricade went up into place. "I don't suppose you'd care to enlighten us as to how many beastmen tend to arrive in these raiding parties? Should we drive these off, will they return in force, or be sufficiently dissuaded from further assaults?"

Yu-Gi-Oh GX: Next Gen

Valerie Durand

Valerie blinked once, and then all she saw was black. The only thing that stood out in the void was the possessed Slifer girl, brandishing her Duel Disk and cards.

"Fine, let's get it started." She huffed in response, Ceruli hovering anxiously by her side.

"Take this seriously, Valerie." The Duel Spirit hissed, a bead of sweat dripping down his head. "Should you lose, even I cannot fathom what consequences will befall you at the whim of these spirits."

"I hear you, I hear you. Can't exactly control what I draw though, can I?" Valerie responded as Haruko started with the first turn.

___

"Well, damn." Valerie sighed ruefully, a slight grin still on her face from the thrill of the duel as the last of her life points ran dry. She'd made a bad read on Haruko's deck from her first move, and paid the price accordingly. Whereas Valerie had thought that Haruko's Scapeghost was in aid of going for link summons, instead the Slifer had decided to just go for zombie beatdown by drawing multiple Solidarities. For someone like her that didn't run too much backrow removal, it'd been a bad matchup. Her own draw luck past the first turn hadn't helped much either.

"No! Valerie! I told you to not take this lightly!" Ceruli screeched in despair, eyes wide and desperate as the darkness surrounded Valerie.

"Sorry, Ceruli." Valerie gave him a weak smirk as everything seemed to start to fade. "I screwed up pretty badly. Just...if this kills me, it's been real fun. Hell, I owe you pretty much everything. This isn't your fault..." Was the last thing she managed to utter before the void surrounded her.

"Damn you little wretches to the underworld!" The spirit bellowed as the darkness started to take him too. "By the Lord Grapha, I will do everything in my power to ensure you suffer once I break free of these confines!" The last of his yells were swallowed up by the same darkness as he joined Valerie in defeat.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

@Rune_Alchemist @VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze

And there it was. Despite the last moment setbacks from Felix's well-meaning superior officer, not to mention the presence of Paladin Tyaethe watching over proceedings, his imbecile of a brother had finally taken the bait.

"A duel, brother?" Renar tilted his head in thought, as if seriously considering the matter. "I accept, of course. Just like old times on the training grounds, eh?" The bastard chortled, one hand moving down to rest on the hilt of his sword. "Considering we're both bearing arms already, it seems rather pointless to send for tourney blades. Live steel to first blood, then? Fear not, Felix. I wouldn't dare aim for a killing stroke, of course. Only a colossal fool would slay his own kin in view of so many esteemed onlookers." Instill doubt in his mind. Remind Felix that he'd have to hold back, lest he commit fratricide in public. Renar didn't need the crutch of mind games with Felix, course. Not if his trueborn brother had continued at his usual pace of improvement. But it didn't hurt to hedge his bets. "Outside, then? Lead on. Any among you in the audience are welcome to join us, of course." He started to saunter off with Felix leading the way.

"Oh, one last thing." Renar said as they passed Adeforth and Tyaethe, with him turning to give both a formal salute. "Sir Adeforth. My brother is...well, let's be generous. Embellishing the truth. I spoke no slander against your esteemed order. In fact, I spoke no slander against Felix. Only pointed out a few holes in his, shall we say, creative fiction. Hopefully, this will create no tensions between our orders, yes? Anything of the sort was never my intent as all. Merely a sibling feud. We fight not as Iron Rose or Crown Knights, but as brothers." With that out of the way, Renar started to walk off again, but not before speaking to Tyaethe.

"Care to observe, or are we beneath your notice, Paladin Tyaethe?"

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

Beastmen? The villagers were simply going to wait them out? Dragan supposed it made sense if the villagers were as defenseless as they seemed. But to simply cower in the face of annihilation and pray it passed them by was distasteful to him. But he wouldn't get these people killed just because he deemed it best. The world had passed him by for what seemed like centuries. He would have to learn much more of it before he could come to a final decision. The armored vampire reached to place his helmet back on and heft his hammer up, offering the villagers a brief nod.

"Ordinarily, I would protest. I am not one to sit and wait for the enemy to approach first. But this is your village. If your ways have kept you all alive this long, I would be remiss to suggest otherwise and risk your lives without due cause. In any case, lead on, then. Should they attack, I will aid in your defense. I trust I'll receive no argument in that regard, yes?"

Dragan glanced back towards his companions for a moment, taking special notice of the gorebat upon Giselle's head. He paused. It was acting rather strangely, wasn't it?

"Is there an issue?" He asked Giselle, curious.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

@Rune_Alchemist

Sun and Moon, his half-brother was an idiot. Renar had known this before, but a godsdamned child could point out the logical inconsistency behind Felix's half-baked excuse. Still, he wasn't going to take the bait. Not quite like this, anyway. He needed Felix to be the one to instigate actual hostilties first.

"Felix..." Renar put on an expression of slight dismay. It didn't quite match the predatory glint in his eyes, but anyone unfamiliar with him ought to be fooled enough, at least. "You do realize that you've just leaked information on royal affairs, yes? Vague as it is, you boasting of it now does ruin the entire point of asking Father to keep quiet of the matter." As he'd said: idiot. Bringing a royal into your lie? What, did Felix think he was just going to shrink away and drop the matter just because of that?

"Really, this is poor form to speak of otherwise classified matters in front of this esteemed audience. And with one of your royal charges in attendance, no less. Why, I daresay the best way you could save face is to just tell us all you were fibbing to boost your own prestige. At this point, I'd believe it just to take pity on your...unfortunate lapse, here." Renar chortled, taking another small sip of wine from his glass. The oaf needed to get angrier. Renar couldn't be the aggressor for this to work. Well, he was sure he could spin it somehow if he did end up forcing the issue. But Felix offering direct challenge first would just be simpler and cleaner overall.