Raijinslayer

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@t2waveThank you and damn, that is an awesome piece of work right there. Have no idea who those characters are, and am feeling envious and want one of my own for either Argus or Nidhogg. sadly, I don't have that kind of money to burn.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Silver FoxI keep hearing about this picture, but I have yet to see it. So as to sate my curiosity, would you please point me in the direction of the post?

Masks: A Superhero RPG

Interested as well, been looking for a Tabletop to join.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

C H A R A C T E R S H E E T

Character’s Name

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T H E B A S I C S

|Name|
Keppel
|Team|
MASK
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|Age|
17
|Race|
Human
|Gender|
Female
|Designation|
Student

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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
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|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Poking fun at Silme, Singing, Playing Guitar
✘ People who don't know how to have a little fun, People who diss her Music, and Silme when he's going full Alpha dick

|Semblance: Siren's Serenade|

Keppel's semblance at it's basic level allows her to connect with the Aura of both her friends and foes by singing, and then apply either a buff or a debuff, depending on what kind of dust capsule she attaches to her voice amplifier. She can also just blast people with sound waves just by focusing her aura into her voice, making for a particularly powerful concussive blast with the chance of deafening and confusing the target, but it's murder on her throat, and since that's her main weapon/instrument, she safe that attack for extreme emergencies.

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|Voice Amplifier|
Attached and held in place by a black choker, this little piece of subtle machinery allows Keppel to easily project her voice at nearly any distance and varying frequencies as well, though going to extremes will put a lot of strain on her voice, so she tries to avoid that. Dust capsules can also be inserted into the amplifier to alter the effect of her voice on those who hear, the type of effect depending on whether she considers the person friend or foe in her head.

|Concussion Fists|
A pair of gauntlets that seemed to be composed of hi-tech machinery that flows smoothly into each other in a seamless white shell that goes over the fingers. However, while good for defensive fighting, they also have a quite excellent offensive capability, as the shell can break apart to show a strange sort of speaker-type apparatus. This durable machinery can launch fast pulses of concussive sound at a foe, being effective in both mid and close range. If the shockwaves make contact with the head, then the person will feel themselves get quite shaken and disoriented for about 2 posts or so due to the intense vibration their brain was just subjected to.

Rock & Roll Cannon
A large cannon that is attached to her back in the form of a rather bulky looking object, this is her long-range weapon made to deliver the finishing blows to tough foes. It takes about 2 posts to fully construct, but once it's made, then the enemy better watch out. The Rock & Roll cannon is a large cannon that weights quite a bit and takes two hands to weild effective;y. This hi-tech cannon highly amplifies the power of

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Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Lunarlors34 messed up the first mention, post for you in the IC.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Nidhogg

"Quite a good mother you've got there then, might end up biting you in the ass one day, but hey, you were a good person right to the end and that's what matters, right?" Now be a dear and lead me to the butcher's shop, yes, cause I'm new to town and don't really have any idea where it is. A tourist, you see, here for the games, though I find them rather droll recently." As Nidhogg spoke, he was trying to test how far he could flex his muscles. However, one stretch seemed to cause something to snap, as a crack resonated through the street. A piece of his rib was now sticking out of his chest, the red of his blood leaking out at a quite rapid rate now and further ruining his shirt, a fact that left Nidhogg rather put out.

"And please do hurry with it, as it seems that things have gotten a bit worse, yeah. Sorry to rush, but this isn't exactly pleasant, in fact, it's quite annoying. Now I can't even move my arms without risking even more tearing. Ugh, what a day this is turning out to be, really?"

@Lunarlors34

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Finally got around to posting, making it so that James has questions and a strict desire NOT to satisfy his curiousty. Also, he's been fiddling with his abilities a bit.

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James Lockeheart

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Luan Field->The Belly of the Beasts->Mrhil

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James was carried into the Behemoth off the fields, unable to move and deeply shaken by the visions that had afflicted him during the battle, only to find himself unable to what the content of said visions were. This fact, though small in size, disturbed him a tad bit more. As he was taken from his place on the fields to the Behemoth, he saw the bodies that lay scattered about the fields from the giant bird's attack, many having been torn limb from limb by the pressures, and yet, he felt nothing on seeing it. Nothing but a faint sense that he had seen it before, and the wetness of a single tear falling free from the corner of one of his eyes.

During the travel towards Mrhil, he quickly recovered, as it was only fatigued by what had happened. He also discovered himself to be able to call upon that strange ability again, the black energy that leapt to his hands with but a mere thought. He did his best to manipulate it, isolating himself from the group in order to experiment with this strangeness in privacy. In the drive, he discovered a few things about not only this energy, but about his own Cerburus Armor, as he found that it had chambers in it that could harness the energy and even launch it out in a compressed burst of some power, yet no sound. His power over this black energy also reveled itself to have the property to weaken organic matter, as he tested with some of the food he had been given during their travel. Already his mind was turning with potential uses for this new substance in battle, and more importantly, away from the questions that were bursting through the seams of his mind. So many whys and hows, but he took them all and shoved them in a dark spot in his sub-conscious, not wanting to ever get the answer to them. His experience had more than confirmed that whatever had happened to him was not something he wanted to remember, and that to go looking for answers would end badly for him, no question about it. The past was in the past, and it would help no one to go snooping for answers.

In what felt like an eternity, they finally made it to the town they were assigned. He followed the group, absent-mindedly looking around the place and not paying too much attention to anything. When they made it to the Baron's manner, he couldn't help but find it rather quaint in comparison to . . . what? This is the most opulence I should have ever witnessed, and I should be awed by it, so w-NO. I don't know, I don't care, and I'm not even going to allow myself to swell on it. DOn't ask yourself questions, don't make curious statements, just do what you came here to do, and nothing more. Just ignore the feelings, and they'll go away. James' shook his head, tuning back in to events around him to hear one of the men they had rescued ask for food. Feeling a slight rumbling in his own stomach, he paid attention to what the other man would say, but offered no comment of his own.

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Drosil Maeneld

Drosil had remained silent and rather distant from the group, essentially throwing a tantrum as far as anyone else was concerned. And while, yes, the entire confrontation had left him with a bit of a bruised ego, it wasn't a grudge he was currently nursing. While he had no desire to apologize to the man, as he didn't feel even the slightest bit beholden to such a deed, nor did he feel that what he said or did, even in an inebriated state as he was, was wrong or deserving of such rude actions. He was aware, however, that his actions had reflected badly on the prince, and he did feel some guilt for that. If he plays the fool at his own expense, that's one thing, but if someone else get's called a fool because of something he did, then that was a problem. But he was left with the issue of just how to apologize for his failing. Sure he could just say it, but he felt the gesture would lack meaning, as they were just words that could be said with hardly any meaning to them. He wished to show Cyril how sorry he was, but couldn't come up with anyway he felt sufficient.

As they finally approached Gurata, Drosil stayed in the back paying only half attention to events until the sound of drawn steel reached his ears. As people suddenly got ready for a clash, he raised his staff in readiness, unsure of what was happening. The situation calmed down swiftly, however, as Cyril revealed his intention for a Decision by combat, and as the groups parted in preparation, Drosil saw both his chance for reconciliation and a way to prove his arcane power in one fell swoop. As his eyes fell over the others that they'd possibly be fighting against, his eyes would swirl slightly in anticipation, an aching for the coming battle starting in his heart and working it's way through him with a slow burning. While never the first to start a fight, and always looking for a way to avoid it, Drosil couldn't help but feel a certain excitement when ever battle was to be had. It's truly a glorious state of mind to be in, but one that most spellcasters can't experience in full, as castings of true measure take much time and preparation, something which is in short supply on the battlefield. Still, it would matter not, as he had a plan for such things, for now, he had to secure his position in the coming battle. Turning to follow the Prince, he'd quickly make his way to the man's free side, clearing his throat in order to make his presence known. Once he had the man's attention, he'd give a slight tilt of his head, a ready glint in his eyes as he spoke in a fast, excited tone.

"Cyril, I couldn't help but notice you challenge that woman over their with the beautiful specimen of Snow Leopard pver their to some form of combat. While I do admit to having paid little attention to the general proceedings as of late, i would assume that she is some obstacle in the way of gaining Gurata's assistance in dealing with the H'kelan hordes threatening your home, yes? Whether that be the case or not, I'd like to recommend my services in the coming battle, as well as that of my brother, who I'll have to convince, but I don't think it'll take much convincing. Also, if I am selected, I'll need an area of my own to prepare a few things needed to assist me in facing foes in close-quarters. It needn't be big, a simple tent of marginal size would be perfect for what I need. If something like that be obtained, then simply a place isolated from prying eyes would be sufficient. I do hope I'm not being presumptious in my asking, or hoping that you'd allow me to fight on your behalf in order to assist your noble cause?"

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

@The Darklight ProjectGotcha, should be no problems then, if all goes well.