Not really sure, I kind of thought from the description that Dawson was just collecting powered folk from all over the world out of paranoia that they would do something, not because they already did.
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Ok, so I have two possible plans for my character power, both of which have a similar outcome, but in different ways. The first is that he can alter his physiology to replicate aspects of any animals he's eaten the meat of. For example, he can grow the horns of a rhino, or the front legs and claws of a bear, or a scorpions claws or tail. In addition, he can also turn himself into a 'chimaera', which is an amalgamation of multiple different animal parts. However, this takes a lot of energy to maintain, so keeping it up for too long isn't fun for him.
The second possibility is that he can bond with multiple animals, making them his familiars. He can speak with his familiars, and he can also 'mantle' them, essentially temporarily combining both of them into one being. This changes his personality, however, as its a combination of his own and the artificial one that was created when the animal was made into a familiar.
Anyway, I'm stuck for choice, so what do you think would fit the RP better?
The second possibility is that he can bond with multiple animals, making them his familiars. He can speak with his familiars, and he can also 'mantle' them, essentially temporarily combining both of them into one being. This changes his personality, however, as its a combination of his own and the artificial one that was created when the animal was made into a familiar.
Anyway, I'm stuck for choice, so what do you think would fit the RP better?
@Lost Whispers Oh, ok. Well, I'll figure something out.
@Love Dove Alright, so if I had him be the heir to a demon king style thing that isn't related to Christian hell or heaven, it would be alright?
Hey! This sounds quite interesting to me!
I'm new to the site but not to RPing so you might have to hold my hand on a few things until I get acquainted with everyones RP style and how it is done on this site.
Let me know if you are still accepting and willing to help me out! I can PM you if needed!!
Side Note: @Rabidporcupine Your profile pic is fantastic
Why thank you. I'm afraid my phone is acting up, so I can't see your profile pic to complement in return. But on a side note, I too have migrated here from another RP site very recently.
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Joseph looked up from his position on the floor to see the pale woman from before. Apparently she thought his last few terrible decisions were intentional, and thought it was good enough to have earned him a drink on her. Well, in all honesty, he would've had to be an idiot to refuse, although he'd have to see if he could have the drink replaced with food. After all, drinking on five days of empty stomach was probably a bad idea...
Before he could ask, however, Fidel finally managed to pinpoint him in the crowd, and proceed to spurt out an unsurprisingly poorly put together tirade, mostly targeting his choice of apparel, or more appropriately, his lack of choice.
And his eye twitched slightly.
Not because of the insults, mind you. He was more than used to those.
No, it was because of the fact that he put no effort into the flow of the insults. It was a jarring mess, each one crashing into the next with no decent transition.
And then he turned to the girl who'd offered him a drink, a small, tired smile on his face.
"You know, this is almost definitely going to end up being a terrible idea, what with the fact that I haven't eaten in five days, but I can tell this is gonna be too painful to get through when I'm sober, and I'm gonna need something strong to get me past that.
As he spoke, he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Lupe, who was telling someone to 'kick his ass'.
"If they have Absinthe or Everclear, one of those." He said. "If not, well, dealers choice, I guess."
And then he turned back to Lupe, an almost menacing smirk on his face. Of course, he was actually trying to wear a calm smile, and he was just screwing it up due to lack of proper interaction for the last... however long.
"Alright Fatel, I can see that I'm going to need to teach you a proper appreciation of the English language, and how to speak like an adult instead of a toddler." He said, although his tone clearly made it known how much of a hassle this was going to be for him. "Alright, so my main problem is the flow, in that there wasn't any. You really need to find a good transition between each insult if you're going to let so many escape your mouth, especially since its probably the only thing you'd let escape,looking at the size of you. As I mentioned, its best to think of it as a flow. Imagine that the conversation is a river, and the insults are ripples in the water. I'm sure you'd know what ripples are from whenever you accidentally knock your stomach into something, so it shouldn't be too hard to imagine, even for someone who, given the chance, would probably try to eat their brain rather than use it."
He sat back down in his chair, crossing his legs and trying to get comfortable now that he'd given up on escaping.
"Now, on to the next gripe I have with you, your massive lack of variety." He said, crossing his hands over his face into the classic Gendo pose. "Now, I'm aware you probably don't have a lot of targets, considering the fact that I'm clearly smarter than you, but still, its honestly quite disappointing. All your 'insults', regardless of the fact that I didn't even find them that insulting, were aimed at the fact that I look homeless. Meanwhile, I get to take shots at the fact that you look like Fidel Castro, you can't sunbathe without people trying to roll you back into the ocean because they think you're a beached whale, and the utter lack of effort you put into making your insults listener friendly, which in all honesty, should be your first goal when you start trying to belittle someone in public. Well, actually, I suppose I should be fair, its an ugly Fidel Castro at best. Still, I don't know what I should have expected, considering the way you've not only ruined your own reputation, but that of your father too. And yes, I do know who you are, Pissgate. It just took a little while to recognise you, because I lost my food tickets walking here from Texas, and I'm a little dizzy."
He tilted his head up in thought, before standing up and nodding.
"Alright, so in conclusion, maybe instead of getting your security guards to beat people up so you can take the credit and pretend you have literally any talent at anything, you should spend some more time learning how to make yourself sound less like a pig genetically engineered to have the most pathetic, grating personality in the entire USA. I mean, you probably don't have a whole lot of time, considering you have diabetes, drugs, and capitalist American operatives all fighting over who gets to out you in the ground first, but still, try not to give up. Maybe you could even become somewhat tolerable, although I really, really doubt it."
And then he began to walk over to the bar. However, he stopped for a second, and turned back to face Lupe.
"Oh, and by the way, it looks like your blonde friend must make a point on being well-dressed. So while I'm gonna be busy not making myself look pathetic in front of the crowds, tell him that he's dressed like an idiot for me, would you? And yes," he said, gesturing to his own worn out clothes, "that is coming from me."
And then he completed his journey to the bar, where the pale girl was sitting with a larger group of people than before.
"And the best part," he said, taking a seat to join the small group, "is that if I were to ever actually approach my grandparents instead of keep running from them, I'm pretty sure I'd be richer than him."
He looked to the pale girl, as the nervousness and fear his hunger had helped to bury for a moment began to force its way back out.
"Anyway, its nice to meet you, I'm Joseph Moore. Is that Absinthe nearly here, because I think I'm gonna need it..."
@Monacho@aladdin_sane@PrinceAlexus@Furiosa@RoccanIronclad@Jay Kalton
Before he could ask, however, Fidel finally managed to pinpoint him in the crowd, and proceed to spurt out an unsurprisingly poorly put together tirade, mostly targeting his choice of apparel, or more appropriately, his lack of choice.
And his eye twitched slightly.
Not because of the insults, mind you. He was more than used to those.
No, it was because of the fact that he put no effort into the flow of the insults. It was a jarring mess, each one crashing into the next with no decent transition.
And then he turned to the girl who'd offered him a drink, a small, tired smile on his face.
"You know, this is almost definitely going to end up being a terrible idea, what with the fact that I haven't eaten in five days, but I can tell this is gonna be too painful to get through when I'm sober, and I'm gonna need something strong to get me past that.
As he spoke, he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Lupe, who was telling someone to 'kick his ass'.
"If they have Absinthe or Everclear, one of those." He said. "If not, well, dealers choice, I guess."
And then he turned back to Lupe, an almost menacing smirk on his face. Of course, he was actually trying to wear a calm smile, and he was just screwing it up due to lack of proper interaction for the last... however long.
"Alright Fatel, I can see that I'm going to need to teach you a proper appreciation of the English language, and how to speak like an adult instead of a toddler." He said, although his tone clearly made it known how much of a hassle this was going to be for him. "Alright, so my main problem is the flow, in that there wasn't any. You really need to find a good transition between each insult if you're going to let so many escape your mouth, especially since its probably the only thing you'd let escape,looking at the size of you. As I mentioned, its best to think of it as a flow. Imagine that the conversation is a river, and the insults are ripples in the water. I'm sure you'd know what ripples are from whenever you accidentally knock your stomach into something, so it shouldn't be too hard to imagine, even for someone who, given the chance, would probably try to eat their brain rather than use it."
He sat back down in his chair, crossing his legs and trying to get comfortable now that he'd given up on escaping.
"Now, on to the next gripe I have with you, your massive lack of variety." He said, crossing his hands over his face into the classic Gendo pose. "Now, I'm aware you probably don't have a lot of targets, considering the fact that I'm clearly smarter than you, but still, its honestly quite disappointing. All your 'insults', regardless of the fact that I didn't even find them that insulting, were aimed at the fact that I look homeless. Meanwhile, I get to take shots at the fact that you look like Fidel Castro, you can't sunbathe without people trying to roll you back into the ocean because they think you're a beached whale, and the utter lack of effort you put into making your insults listener friendly, which in all honesty, should be your first goal when you start trying to belittle someone in public. Well, actually, I suppose I should be fair, its an ugly Fidel Castro at best. Still, I don't know what I should have expected, considering the way you've not only ruined your own reputation, but that of your father too. And yes, I do know who you are, Pissgate. It just took a little while to recognise you, because I lost my food tickets walking here from Texas, and I'm a little dizzy."
He tilted his head up in thought, before standing up and nodding.
"Alright, so in conclusion, maybe instead of getting your security guards to beat people up so you can take the credit and pretend you have literally any talent at anything, you should spend some more time learning how to make yourself sound less like a pig genetically engineered to have the most pathetic, grating personality in the entire USA. I mean, you probably don't have a whole lot of time, considering you have diabetes, drugs, and capitalist American operatives all fighting over who gets to out you in the ground first, but still, try not to give up. Maybe you could even become somewhat tolerable, although I really, really doubt it."
And then he began to walk over to the bar. However, he stopped for a second, and turned back to face Lupe.
"Oh, and by the way, it looks like your blonde friend must make a point on being well-dressed. So while I'm gonna be busy not making myself look pathetic in front of the crowds, tell him that he's dressed like an idiot for me, would you? And yes," he said, gesturing to his own worn out clothes, "that is coming from me."
And then he completed his journey to the bar, where the pale girl was sitting with a larger group of people than before.
"And the best part," he said, taking a seat to join the small group, "is that if I were to ever actually approach my grandparents instead of keep running from them, I'm pretty sure I'd be richer than him."
He looked to the pale girl, as the nervousness and fear his hunger had helped to bury for a moment began to force its way back out.
"Anyway, its nice to meet you, I'm Joseph Moore. Is that Absinthe nearly here, because I think I'm gonna need it..."
@Monacho@aladdin_sane@PrinceAlexus@Furiosa@RoccanIronclad@Jay Kalton
I wanna be a part of this. It looks fun.
Would you mind if my character is the shy, meek, and all around loveable son of satan and potential heir to the throne of Hell, along with his two retainers who make up part of his powers?
Would you mind if my character is the shy, meek, and all around loveable son of satan and potential heir to the throne of Hell, along with his two retainers who make up part of his powers?
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Looks good! I would personally like it if you had added more markup and made it look prettier, but considering your new around here, I really don't care.
You have room for a more energetic, diligent partner?
@Rabidporcupine
Yeah, I'm hoping for a partner like that.
Boom, here's my app! Hope its good! Tell me if it sucks!
Zander Branc
Name
Zander Branc
Nickname/Alias
Zan, Blank, Acrofat.
Age
Sixteen
Gender
Male
Race
Demon Weapon
Appearance
Whether you mean his height or his stomach, Zander is someone you'd be hard pressed to not call... well, large. Somehow, this manages to consistently increase, despite eating relatively healthily. His skin is ever so slightly dark, and he rarely dresses in anything other than Hawaiian shirts, cargo shorts and sandals.
Personality
Zander is a fairly laid back, optimistic person. It is rare for him to not be smiling, and he tends to try and go out of his way to lighten everyone else's moods as well.
However, if there's one thing that annoys him, its when something interrupts or otherwise cuts into his relaxation time, which in his own words, is unquestionably sacred. He values sleep and rest heavily, and anyone who gives him too much sass about it will quickly learn what it's like to be on the bad side of a guy who is built like a hippo, moves like a spider monkey, and constantly tries to bury his anger.
Likes
Cooking
Resting
Comics
Dislikes
Being interrupted while resting
Negativity
People who call him "lazy"
Fears
Flying
Bugs, especially spiders
Extremely small spaces
Backstory
Zander's life, when compared to many others, has actually been fairly tame. Shortly after his birth, his parents, a skilled weapon and meister couple, died while on a mission. This led to his placement in an orphanage, where he was closely watched by employees of the DWMA just in case he turned out to be a demon weapon like his mother.
Sure enough, that turned out to be the case, and he quickly got taken in by Sid Barrett, who had been close friends with his parents. Over the years, Sid helped him learn to control his abilities, as well as teaching him how to fight somewhat effectively without needing to become a weapon.
When he finally ended up joining the academy proper, people quickly learnt that he was surprisingly capable despite his large size and blatant laziness.
Partner Name
You fill this out once we make partners in the actual thread.
Weapon Form
Three-section spear
Weapon Form Description
Zander looks like a simple, yet very large three section spear. His blades are curved, similar to a naginata, and each section is around two metres long. It is also entirely possible to retract his chains, connecting the three sections to use him like a normal double-bladed spear.
Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
He is surprisingly agile considering his size and weight, leading to him being given the nickname Acrofat.
He is capable of transforming his arms into the two bladed sections of his staff form, chains included, allowing him to fight even without his meister. However, he prefers not to do this, however, as the way they hang from the chains can make it difficult to properly control, and he worries he might accidentally hurt himself or someone else.
He is a startlingly good cook.
Soul Resonance
Extra
He tends to use either a monkey motif or a Hawaiian shirt style flower motif in a lot of his things.
Zander Branc
Name
Zander Branc
Nickname/Alias
Zan, Blank, Acrofat.
Age
Sixteen
Gender
Male
Race
Demon Weapon
Appearance
Whether you mean his height or his stomach, Zander is someone you'd be hard pressed to not call... well, large. Somehow, this manages to consistently increase, despite eating relatively healthily. His skin is ever so slightly dark, and he rarely dresses in anything other than Hawaiian shirts, cargo shorts and sandals.
Personality
Zander is a fairly laid back, optimistic person. It is rare for him to not be smiling, and he tends to try and go out of his way to lighten everyone else's moods as well.
However, if there's one thing that annoys him, its when something interrupts or otherwise cuts into his relaxation time, which in his own words, is unquestionably sacred. He values sleep and rest heavily, and anyone who gives him too much sass about it will quickly learn what it's like to be on the bad side of a guy who is built like a hippo, moves like a spider monkey, and constantly tries to bury his anger.
Likes
Cooking
Resting
Comics
Dislikes
Being interrupted while resting
Negativity
People who call him "lazy"
Fears
Flying
Bugs, especially spiders
Extremely small spaces
Backstory
Zander's life, when compared to many others, has actually been fairly tame. Shortly after his birth, his parents, a skilled weapon and meister couple, died while on a mission. This led to his placement in an orphanage, where he was closely watched by employees of the DWMA just in case he turned out to be a demon weapon like his mother.
Sure enough, that turned out to be the case, and he quickly got taken in by Sid Barrett, who had been close friends with his parents. Over the years, Sid helped him learn to control his abilities, as well as teaching him how to fight somewhat effectively without needing to become a weapon.
When he finally ended up joining the academy proper, people quickly learnt that he was surprisingly capable despite his large size and blatant laziness.
Partner Name
You fill this out once we make partners in the actual thread.
Weapon Form
Three-section spear
Weapon Form Description
Zander looks like a simple, yet very large three section spear. His blades are curved, similar to a naginata, and each section is around two metres long. It is also entirely possible to retract his chains, connecting the three sections to use him like a normal double-bladed spear.
Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
He is surprisingly agile considering his size and weight, leading to him being given the nickname Acrofat.
He is capable of transforming his arms into the two bladed sections of his staff form, chains included, allowing him to fight even without his meister. However, he prefers not to do this, however, as the way they hang from the chains can make it difficult to properly control, and he worries he might accidentally hurt himself or someone else.
He is a startlingly good cook.
Soul Resonance
Extra
He tends to use either a monkey motif or a Hawaiian shirt style flower motif in a lot of his things.
Oh, ok. I still don't fully know how this site works, so I thought the other thread would become the OOC. Should I repost my app in here?
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