Raineh Daze

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP(Raineh Daze and VitaVitaAR)(Eventually open to two more players!)

"If the vase is still here, then it would be prudent to take us to it. We must insure that it is secured; to leave it in a state where your employer might be able to leave with or activate it would endanger all of us," Ryuuko surmised, resting her chin on one hand. It was true that they were all unfamiliar with the inner workings of the urn. This would make securing it more difficult; they didn't know how to use it themselves. Yet to do nothing with a magic-ripping artefact around and only her combat skills being entirely capable of functioning without the supernatural was just risky.

Multiverse Chronicles: A Crossover RP

• Appearance:
• Name: Reinhardt Wilhelm
• Sex: Male
• Franchise: Overwatch
• Special Abilities/Powers: Does being a 7'4 tall wall of muscle at the age of 61 count? That's the closest thing to a special ability he really has.
• Equipment: What makes Reinhardt even more intimidating than his base size is the Crusader armour he wears and the rocket hammer that goes with it. Even with years of limited resources and the means to repair it, the armour is a sturdy bastion compared to almost anything else to exist in the world of Overwatch. Apart from possessing vast durability, it has the ability to generate a powerful energy shield at a moment's notice. This shield can soak up a hail of gunfire or explosions without breaking--and regenerate to full power in a matter of seconds after being deactivated. Even better, the shield is entirely permeable from behind, making it the perfect mobile cover.
  The armour has another main feature: a powerful recharging rocket on the back. The rocket is likely similar in design to the rockets on his hammer, which do exactly what you would expect and can disrupt even the surest footing if brought down on the earth. Reinhardt is quite capable of charging across an entire battlefield to ram troublesome opponents against whatever obstacle is around--with enough force to break free of the restraints of even a sudden powerful gravity well.
• History: 61 years ago, in the distant year of 2016, Reinhardt was born in Stuttgart. Later, presumably many years later, the young man joined the military before moving on to join the Crusaders--the implausible order of power armour using knights that had been formed. It was almost certain that when the Omnic Crisis began and everyone started getting killed by robots, he took part in battle with the Crusaders--enough to come to the attention of whoever was selecting agents to put down the crisis once and for all.
  Initially under the command of Gabriel Reyes, the newly formed Overwatch was instrumental in stopping the crisis and Reinhardt served with it for years until, most likely after one of its other founding members was "killed", he was pressured into retiring from the organisation. From the outside, he was unable to do anything but watch as corruption took hold, leading to its eventual dissolution after two of the other founders "died" when the organisation's Swiss headquarters exploded.
  He took up his armour once again upon coming across a town where the government was powerless to do anything about the gang extorting it for money. Though Brigitte, his mechanic, suggested that it wasn't their business to get involved in--especially after the gangsters held a child hostage to force him to back down, Reinhardt was never going to sit idly by when there was JUSTICE to be delivered. So he put on his armour once again to drive the Dragons out, taking up the mantle of a wandering knight errant.
  He still keeps in touch with Torbjorn and, at Christmas, visited. He's apparently a good storyteller, if Torbjorn's children are anything to go by. He also doesn't seem to have aged in around thirty years, looking more or less identical to then with the exception of having gained a moustache.
• Personality: Reinhardt comes across as an attempt to distil the essence of every heroic knight to have ever lived and finding that there's a limit to how small you can make it. The enormous man might have a moral core so unyielding that he can remind an international organisation of its purpose but he's also loud enough that it gives the feeling he managed this by shouting at them from the next continent over. Though, contrary to what it might seem like, he does in fact have an inside voice.
  Cowardice only exists in this man's vocabulary as something to look down upon: even if he wasn't looking forward to the fighting, he's going to walk steadfastly into battle ahead of his allies because that's the honourable thing to be doing. Should there be no glory in the fight? Reinhardt will still do it because it's the right thing: justice is its own reward. One thing that he isn't is stupid about it: though he's sworn to never retire again, he won't fight or even fight back if it means that some innocent bystander is going to get hurt.
  The man has a somewhat eclectic mix of interests, loving Hasselhoff and considering it a classic (to be fair, it probably is by the 2070's) but at the same time being a fan of a professional video gamer. All whilst being happy to spend his forced retirement wandering the Earth helping people out and visualising gang members as fantastic creatures to be defeated. He seems to have a lot of fun from teasing friends, too.

Bonus Pictures: 1 2

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Yada yada senpai etc. That's not a name I ever use for her. :T

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I also have someone to spare for hanging around Candaeln.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

The arrow, quite surprisingly, actually penetrated the thick armour. However, it still did its job well enough: the person beneath wasn't actually scratched by the projectile and it served as little more than an annoying thud. A wholly unnecessary one, as by the time it had been fired any danger had already passed and the girl was perfectly safe--enough that she was more carefully lowered to the ground rather than being dropped onto her broken leg.

It freed her hand up to rip the arrow pressing against the padding inside quite easily.

"Umbra, just because I have tolerated your attitude for nearing one hundred years, it does not mean that I will hesitate to defend myself if you attack me again. You are here to learn that actions have consequences and that extends to attacking compatriots in the belief it won't matter." she said, voice too level. Tyaethe dropped the arrow.

The scrying attracted her attention--who could miss that? It wasn't a perfect image, nor anywhere near as clear as she was used to (those had the advantage of using some clear medium as a portal to view through) but it was recognisable. Of course a paladin knew of the shrine and, furthermore, its location.

"Those shrines are further down this road."

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP(Raineh Daze and VitaVitaAR)(Eventually open to two more players!)

"Could you draw a picture of some sort? Did he have any distinguishing features?" the apprentice asked, wanting to do a thorough job... even though she wasn't sure that recovering a piece of stolen property and identifying the real hand behind the thefts extended to 'hunt down the mastermind and exact the appropriate punishment'. Unless they'd already gone ahead and delivered the vase. That would make retrieving it considerably more awkward... a mage and a mage-in-training trying to recover a magic-draining urn from somebody that had an active interest in it?

Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

Mori Nana

The bear's rise was accompanied by the few police present in the festival trying to do their best to keep order and help people get away. Except for one. Someone had to try and take down the threat. Leaving it to the general public, and children at that, would be a moral failure. Out of all the police, it was the smallest member of the force that elected to try and take out the grossly swollen prize.

With an enemy of such size, it didn't really matter where Nana started from. Gather magic, focus it on the legs. Don't bind it so tightly as to leave the rest defenceless but use as much as possible to push far past human limits. A deep breath, focus on the landing point... and jump.

It was a majestic bound, taking it high above even the mutated toy's height. The reason for this soon became apparent: with an extra magical 'push', the small figure came plummeting down with leg extended. The resultant kick hit with enough force to knock the bear back and then--

Nothing. Aside from having sunk awkwardly far into its head, Nana's attack hadn't so much as scratched it. Hastily, the police officer pushed off of the thing, jumping back to a safe distance and landing beside the Youth Organisation member already at the scene. One that, a bit annoyingly, was taller than the white-haired detective. Though she was beginning to suspect that such a description applied to the entire organisation aside from her even-smaller cousin.

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Mori Hoshiko

Hoshiko had just stepped forwards to take up August's offer when something caught her attention--leaving the tiny girl apparently staring straight at the nearby wall. In reality, it was more like she was seeing through the wall: the greater whatever magic was going on in an area, the more likely that her vision would notice it regardless of what the laws of physics might have to say about the matter. In this case, that meant that she may as well have been in a field for all that the wall obscured the giant bear from her.

"There's... a giant teddy bear attacking the festival?"

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

<Snipped quote by PKMNB0Y>

That was just a for fun comment, hehehe. :p

Also, I know that everyone wants to stay away from Assassin Simo Hayha, probably the most hyped up modern candidate to Servant that there's.

@KoL

Assassin? Archer. :P

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Everyone's in Babylon.

Sir Lancelot

It seemed that a proper description of the Grail War would have to be postponed until they had dealt with whatever forces were encroaching upon this city. A defence that would have to take full advantage of the Servants assembled to assist those already here, though it seemed unlikely that the King of Heroes could actually need the assistance. Yet denying an obvious command to follow someone so dangerous when he was already angry was hardly a good proposition--and Lancelot, as loyal as he was, followed Saber immediately.

Though his small Master might object both to being ignored and being picked up once again like a sack of potatoes as they made their way to the city's northern wall.

The opposition was quite alarming. With the numbers on display, it seemed quite fortuitous that there were only assaults coming from two directions or a signal that someone should be prepared to disengage at any moment to reinforce the other cardinal directions. It was also a force that his current weapon would do little to stem or prevent in the short term. Wasn't it fortunate, then, that the original of almost every Noble Phantasm belonged to the man rallying the troops down below?

Yumi got deposited behind Gilgamesh--where else would be safer? Hopefully his Master would pick up on that and not risk putting herself further in harm's way. An entire army of skeletons was nothing within the abilities of a normal magus to take on, the sheer level of magecraft required to affect a sea of enemies that stretched to the horizon was simple infeasible. Before the small girl had chance to muster a complaint, Lancelot had already leapt off of the city's defences and rushed past the army towards the waiting mass.

It was on the cusp of engaging that the hastily borrowed spear was discarded, being thrown through one of the many, many skulls on display--and through the next behind. Its replacement had to be hastily dodged, a golden sword that was seized as soon as it began to penetrate through one of the foes.

Having to deal with potential friendly (or not so friendly, depending on the King of Heroes' attitude to seizing his weapons to defend Uruk) fire whilst trying to not get swamped would only make this harder but it had to be done. Cutting down the skeletons one at a time just couldn't get things done no matter how easy it became; the tide would rush past and get to the walls. His liege's sword was an obvious counter to such a tide but the army was still too great for a single blow.

One of the weapons raining constantly would have to be of use in thinning the numbers. Yet not this blade, even as it so easily cut through bone. The knight spun, throwing it with enough spin to actually cut through another foe rather than bounce off. The axe seized as replacement was no better in its innate properties... yet at least it cleaved through impressively well.

From the wall, it must seem an odd sight: a figure fighting increasingly deep into the mass, discarding every weapon after a few strikes and using the distraction of his cape as much as the weapons themselves for defence.

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Svetleaze von Einzbern

With two of their number already going off to support the King of Heroes--including her family's own Servant for the previous Grail War--it seemed that the green-haired... person was going to be more in need of support. With the strongest Saber-class Servant, the King of Heroes, and a figure nearly as renowned as King Arthur, there was more than enough already present to defend the Northern wall.

Going the other way would mean less shiny things to distract Kintoki, as well. The last thing that she desired in a battle was for her Servant to be distracted and get taken out by something that shouldn't stand a chance against any Servant. The instruction was simple: "The north wall is already more than adequately defended, we will be heading west."

Of course, the situation to the west was quite chaotic--but the size of the opponents was in their favour. Against big and slow opponents, if there was some need for the Masters to take part in the fighting, her particular approach to combat was useful. Her weapon was especially good against targets that relied on their own innate toughness to survive attacks. It was likely that her Servant was similarly benefited by this choice.

"Now, Berserker, show me what you can do."

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Honoria Sigurddottir

Honoria's opinion on where to go could be easily summed up: anywhere that wasn't staying still. She knew how to fight, sure, but deal with armies? Defend a city? These were things that you used generals for and a medieval king was one by definition. She was happy to leave it to the Sabers to pick a goal and just follow along behind--at a reasonable speed this time, not hanging behind. She wasn't sure she could stand the indignity if her own short Servant decided to pick her up like poor Yumi. She might not have been a good magus, but that didn't make her desire to be treated like a sack of potatoes by legendary figures.

Once on the wall, the musician was taken aback by the size of the opposition. Whatever was animating the skeletons was far beyond her ability to simply negate, but maybe she could find a source or learn if it was done individually or if a single kingpin held the bony masses up?

She sat on the edge, already beginning to play. Besides: what sort of battle would this be without musical accompaniment?

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP(Raineh Daze and VitaVitaAR)(Eventually open to two more players!)

In one fluid movement, the sword was retracted and once again sheathed, albeit with a sigh. There was something plainly disappointing about a battle without the slightest bit of bloodshed, with only the light singes on her arm showing what had happened. All of that build-up and potential without any satisfying release of the tension. Hopefully, this whole investigation could be over soon so she could find something to practice on.

"You know what we want to know."

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP(Raineh Daze and VitaVitaAR)(Eventually open to two more players!)

"Don't make the mistake of assuming that I won't cut you down if I have to. I am Miura-sama's sole heir and he made certain of my ability to finish an enemy before I was left to live away from constant bodyguards," Ryuuko stated helpfully, moving the blade closer for a second so that Kitty could feel the cold steel, "I doubt your magic is enough to break this blade in any timespan to escape alive."

It was of course her employer's prerogative to begin any interrogation over the location of the stolen vase--or who might be behind the pair's unusual choice of theft. Once Kitty accepted her defeat, of course.