Rabidporcupine

Another Epic Tale? Hopefully - An Isekai/Other World RP

Thinking of making either a lovably annoying monk, or a lovably annoying kind-of-bard type song magic user. Give or take the 'lovably' part, of course.

Streetlight Dragonflies

@Zoro
Hoping I can actually speed it up now that I have an actual computer to write on instead of a crappy broken phone. Just had to squish that initial post out to try and regain some momentum.

Streetlight Dragonflies

@DJAtomika
In all honesty, Jeremy wasn't entirely sure why he was still following David down the path. The mist was just getting worse, and he was beginning to feel tears welling up behind his eyes. Still, what else was he gonna do?! The new girl had up and vanished on them, and considering her apparent inability to realize this wasn't some high-budget prank, was probably off getting eaten by a demigorgon, because god damn it of course someone had to make the comparison! He was surprised none of the others had already made it!

And yet he still followed, because apparently he was just a bloody masochist.

Also because he was scared to walk back through the mist by himself.

And then he froze, almost thinking he heard voices for a second, but quickly dismissed the thought. Not because it was crazy, but because if it was real, he'd probably immediately go insane from terror. He managed to calm himself down for a second, before hearing something that sounded distinctly like 'bones to the lake', and barely managed to stifle a shriek with his hand. Thankfully though, he did, and he decided it was about time to put some of those breathing exercises his old sensei had taught him to calm himself down.

After a few moments of this, he finally let out a deep sigh, visibly relaxing, and opened his eyes.

Only to see antlers rising from the bushes to their left, accompanied by the glints of reflective eyes and blades.

Freezing in place, it was all he could do to flail his arm around to the side, before finally making contact with David's shoulder and rapidly slap it lightly, hoping he was actually succeeding in drawing the photographers attention as he stared at...

Well, he supposed he was probably staring at their deaths.

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

@EchoicChamber@CommisarJhon

By the time Nick caught up to the blur, who had thankfully slowed down enough to let it happen, he was gasping like a man who'd nearly drowned. After a few moments of trying to catch his breath, he managed to pry his fingers off the edge of the sword and coast alongside the boy, rolling over to lie on his back.

"Hhhiaargh." He tried to say, only to discover another of the downsides to trying to talk to someone at incredibly high speeds, really really bad dry mouth. He decided to keep his mouth shut for a few seconds, letting whatever made saliva try to reawaken themselves from the dead, before eventually trying again. "Hi... Names Nick... Friendly... Help out... Going where? Sorry, throat hurts... More talk later..."

He wasn't sure that explained what he was thinking all too well, but talking at that point kind of felt like coughing up ground glass, so it was going to have to do.

As they got closer to the cliff house, he saw a figure waiting for them, and decided to roll back onto his stomach to see them better. After a few minutes, he was able to make out a few of the woman's features, and his stomach did a weird flip-flop thing as he realised that he was pretty sure he recognized her from somewhere. Unfortunately, he couldn't quite remember if the circumstances of their meeting had been friendly or... less so...

Which is why he decided to take the safe bet and wave to her, which many would probably call the exact opposite of the safe option, but he preferred to make friends over enemies.

"Haar-... H-... Hiiii..." He finally managed to force out. "'ve we met b'fore?"

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

@Danvers
I'm ok with it too. My character Nick is hanging out with Revan at the moment. They're pretty much best friends, so... you know... don't try to tear them apart please. No home wreckers allowed.

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

@CommisarJhon

Nick hadn't been expecting all that much craziness by that point in the day. He'd pretty much just made it to the town about an hour ago, and was currently getting all the fun exploring out of the way before getting to work and solving any problems the townspeople could think of. By all accounts, this should be the rest period, where he could just enjoy himself without having to get involved in anything too weird.

So maybe it was natural that he was nearly obliterated by a green blur that blasted past him at a speed so ridiculous that he couldn't even make out what it really was. Hell, just the dust the... thing... left in it's wake nearly blew him over. For a moment, he could only sit there, stunned and not entirely sure what had just happened.

And then he turned his head to look at the rapidly shrinking green blur fading into the distance, the moment passed, and he jumped onto a hastily summoned spear to zoom off after the crazy anomaly.

Unfortunately, he hadn't fully comprehended just how fast it had been moving when he started it, and by the time he managed to actually catch up with the bloody thing, he was sweating so hard that he could barely cling to the spear without needing to hastily shimmy back up every few seconds, thanks to the wind pressure doing it's absolute best to send him sliding off the back to... well, probably his death, now that he thought of it.

Maybe this wasn't his best idea...

Still, he could at least see the person, and yes, it was actually a person behind the whole thing, and with all the effort he'd put into this, he didn't really want to give up now. And so, steeling his resolve, he decided to try and ask the guy what he was doing.

"HEBRRIIBBREBBABRRBEBBEBI!!!"

Ok, note to self, extreme wind pressure isn't really conductive to a productive conversation. Time for plan B, sign language. Nodding to himself, he removed a hand from the flying spear to start making some universally understood signs.

And was immediately peeled off the polearm by g-force alone, flying backwards with an ear-piercing shriek. Well, he guessed it was technically still forwards, but whatever. The physics of the situation wasn't the most important part at the moment.

Before he could shatter every bone in his body on contact with the ground, he materialized a new weapon beneath him. However, this one was a lot better for this kind of thing... Well, it kind of was. It was essentially a giant sword, with a blade so wide that it bore a remarkable resemblance to a surfboard from the old world, at least in terms of dimension. However, the edges of the blade itself were so ridiculously blunt that, even with the speed they were moving, it didn't instantly slice through his fingers like butter. It was almost like the weapon was made specifically for this task.

Once he had managed to resume desperately clinging to the sword, he gave up on communication for the moment and decided to look for any hints as to there they might be heading. It was then that he finally noticed the cliffs looming in the distance, and if he looked especially carefully, he thought he could see some kind of small structure built into the side.

Well, even if that wasn't the blurs destination, surely once they made it there he'd at least be able to get the story. Once he managed that, things'd probably be all fine and dandy, right?

Right?

Rengoku

@Burger
Yeah, I did notice that... Think I might just sit this one out for now, and then if anyone who makes it in decides to drop out, let me know so I can fly in and steal it out from under 'em before they can change their mind!

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

<Snipped quote by ES>

we love a good bicycle accident to kick start some character interaction

@Jay Kalton

It's pretty much just a character trait now. If someone owns a bike, they're gonna crash into Ren with it. No way around it.

Oops, accidental fat joke.

Rengoku

It's not too late to join in on this is it? Because I saw someone say this is for weebs, and I remember someone called me that on the train a little while ago, and I don't know what it means, but I sure am curious to find out!

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

Nick

Full Name: Nick

Nicknames/Aliases: The Anthropomorphic Hurricane (self-given), The Fool of the Desert, The Idiot with the Swords.

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Gift: Mental Weapon Summoning/Levitation
Whenever Nick touches a weapon, he stores it in a 'vault' within his mind. He can then summon a copy of that weapon and move it with his mind. He can currently summon a total of six weapons at a time before it causes large-scale internal damage though, and even summoning a single weapon causes a certain level of strain to his brain. This strain grows for things with lots of moving parts like firearms, to the point where he can only summon two rifle-level guns at one time without his brain exploding. Finally, while difficult to accomplish, if one of his weapons should break properly, it has a similar effect to a flashbang going off directly in front of his eyes.

Loyalty: Just another dumb Ashlander.

Description:
Nick is tall and somewhat muscular, with short, messy black hair and a smile that all too often gets mistaken for a smirk when it really, really isn’t…

Personality:
In a word, Nick is friendly. Like, stupidly friendly. He is the kind of person who will try to start a conversation and help people whenever he can, whether he's in a town centre full of friends or a secluded tavern filled with generic baddies. His judge of character is almost famous for how terrible it is, something that can be clearly seen during interaction with some of the less savoury members of society.

It definitely takes a lot to make him legitimately annoyed. Should you actually manage to get him angry, however, his entire demeanour will change. He will grow cold, calculated, and quiet, and fight with an almost mechanical efficiency. Get him beyond that point, and he will tear through any opposition to reach you.

In the end though, he's very naive, hoping for the best of people even when it’s clear that someone is beyond saving. He believes that almost anyone can be redeemed, sometimes acting rather desperately to prove that belief is correct. Perhaps he has his reasons, but with the exception of those who form a particularly close bond with him, a proper explanation could not be expected.

Skills:
He is quite skilled with multiple forms of weaponry, spending a good chunk of his time practicing with the ones he summons.

He can be surprisingly clever and efficient when making plans, and he's even better at improvising when said plans fail horribly! The improvisation may not always include smart actions, but it usually works out...

He's not a bad cook, at least according to him. This rarely comes up though, so whatever.

Weaknesses:
He can be kind of an idiot, especially during the heat of the moment, and often makes reckless, impulsive decisions that get him in trouble.

He has a weird sense of humour, with many of his jokes just not landing, and it’s not uncommon for some of the worse ones to leave people questioning his sanity.

His weapon summoning can take a lot out of him, depending on the intricacy of the weapon being summoned. Specifically, a large number of moving parts within a weapon will make it take a decent amount of energy to summon.

Even when his stupid decisions don't end up getting him into fights, his face makes every genuine smile he attempts look like an antagonistic smirk enough to usually drag him into them anyway.

Brief History:
Not a lot is actually known about Nicks past. He simply appeared in a random town a couple of months ago, entering the tavern and asking the nearest person if there was anything he could do to help them, while simultaneously asking why no one was answering him when he tried to talk to them.

Two days later, he could be seen in the outskirts of the town, surrounded by the small gang of bandits led by the man he'd approached in said tavern. No one knows exactly what happened in those two days, and the only clues to what it might have been was the cold glare on Nicks face. Finally, after what felt like hours but was really just minutes, Nick made his move, showing himself as the true badass he was. He summoned a zweihander and threw it at the man.

And then sprinted past him when he dodged it, terror clear on his face.

As Nick dashed back into the wasteland, the leader of the bandits took his gang and gave chase, shouting about how he would teach him how they deal with people who pull stunts like his. Screams, shouts and gunfire rang could be heard all the way back in town for the entire day, many of them clearly Nicks from the voice, and only stopping after three or four hours.

When they finally did stop, a group of lawmen travelled to the sight to investigate. Instead of the single, obliterated corpse they expected to find, they were surprised to see a majority of the gang, all unconscious but still alive, tied up and left lying on the ground. Scratched into the dirt next to them was a short message apologising for the noise and a crudely drawn picture of Nicks smiling face.

And so began the tale of the Fool of the Desert.

Other:
I mean, I'm sure anyone whose seen the show I'm referencing will realise who Nick is based on, just by the personality, but I added a nice new stupid nickname just in case. It's also his favourite character, hence why he gave that nickname to himself.

Meri

Full Name:
Meri Odana

Nicknames/Aliases:
The Grinning Ghost

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Gift: Incorporeal Physiology/Phasing
Meri possesses the odd gift of turning incorporeal, allowing her to pass through objects, and for objects to pass through her. However, unlike the usual version of this power, her natural form is actually the incorporeal one, with her actually having to push herself to take on a normal, physical form. This can be irritating, as it takes considerable effort for her to shift, and it makes something as simple as eating a job that can leave her exhausted. Still, it has its benefits, leaving her pretty much untouchable by physical dangers.

As a side effect of her powers, she can choose to pass on the incorporeal aspect to objects she touches directly, although it is extremely difficult to change anything that’s particularly heavy, and cannot be applied to any living thing. For these reasons, she usually only uses it for clothes.

Loyalty:
All the people of the world! Her friendship spread throughout the people as if it were a plague!

Description:
Well, usually she’s transparent and blue, so there’s that. The same goes for her clothes, which usually takes the form of a simple shirt and pants beneath a long cloak, which somehow seems to flutter even though the wind shouldn’t be able to affect it.. She rarely wears shoes, because there isn’t really that much point when anything sharp on the ground just goes through her.

While in her corporeal form, she has blonde hair, which she usually keeps in a short ponytail, and brown eyes.

One particularly noticeable thing about her is the almost omnipresent smile. Even when she’s angry, which is rare enough, it’ll practically never leave her face. Of course, in the latter case, said smile is anything but friendly, often coming across as downright terrifying.

Personality:
Meri is an optimist in the same way that the Ashlands are a little dusty. Bubbly, loud and always ready to charge headfirst into a situation, there’s very little that could bring a girl like her down. Maybe it’s because of the fact that almost nothing can actually stop her, or that pain is a fairly foreign concept, but she is quite capable of finding the bright side of things even as the world burns around her.

However, she also has a fairly short attention span, and will regularly lose focus and search for new ways to entertain herself. More often than not, this ends with her trying to prank people by pretending to be a ghost, revealing a mischievous nature that probably would have gotten her killed by this point if not for her ability to avoid most physical attacks.

Skills:
Through experimenting with her powers, she’s developed a pretty good sense of timing, being able to predict when she needs to turn corporeal or incorporeal to avoid injury and make a counterattack.

She also has a very good grasp on the theoretical side of hand to hand combat, although hasn’t really gotten much of a chance to put this knowledge to practice.

Despite her disgust at the fact, she is actually ridiculously good at being a merchant, with an aptitude for haggling reading the market and managing money.

Weaknesses:
Turning corporeal takes a lot of energy, and extended use of the process will quickly leave Meri exhausted.
A lot of actions necessary to keep herself alive, such as eating and drinking, require her to turn corporeal, leaving herself vulnerable to ambush.

Despite her incorporeal nature allowing her to avoid physical damage, energy based sensations still seem to be able to cause her pain, even though they don’t actually injure her. For example, she can still feel heat and cold even while incorporeal. She has no idea why this is, but the fact that it can hurt her without actually doing any damage just seems to make the whole thing worse, as it leaves her open to the possibility of continuous torture without the risk of death.

Brief History:
To any who knows Meri currently, the girl she was just five years ago would be practically unrecognizable if not for the whole ‘blue and see through’ thing she has going on. She was born to an Erubescan merchant family, who expected her to continue the family tradition and focus on learning how to manipulate the economy to her favour. Naturally, she found this entire aspect of her life incredibly boring, often drifting through walls, and occasionally even the floor just to get out of listening to her parent’s lessons. The only time she ever had a real interest in the idea was when her family would travel to sell their wares, and she could see the world outside of their manor. The real world, where real people lived. Interesting people who didn’t spend their lives staring at numbers and trying to manipulate them just to get a little richer, but instead led their own lives with trials and rewards she would likely never know.

However, it seemed that she would get the chance to have some new experiences after all, although the means to do so came in possibly the worst form imaginable.

A bandit attack.

Before she even knew what was going on, most of their caravans guards had been killed and within seconds of the realisation hitting, so were her parents. Terrified, she could only watch frozen as the bandits tried to attack her as well, only to realise that all their attacks simply passed through her. After a few moments, she finally realised she needed to run, before one of them discovered how to hurt her, and took off into the wastes.

For three years after the attack, Meri remained missing, as if she had been completely wiped from the earth. However, one day the now seventeen year old ghostly girl reappeared, wandering into a small town deep within the Ashlands, a large grin stretched across her face. When some of the inhabitants asked what had her so happy, she simply told them that she had met someone who reminded her how to smile again, and that she’d decided she was going to do the same.

And so began the tale of the Grinning Ghost.

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