Rekaigan

The Faraway Land: Monsters of Fellmore (18+)(Applicants: 6)

I have a pile of work to do, so I will not be able to join. Thanks though.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

In the back of Fariha's mind, she remembered that the Dwarves were following close behind her, so when Marianne was concerned about numbers, the elf merely smiled at the other girl before continuing down the tunnel. As a wood elf, she was expected to have exceptional reflexes, however the huntress could only watch as the mage fell to the ground, face first. Although it was extremely comedic to Fariha; now wasn't the time to be joking around. Fariha couldn't help but look away slightly as she noticed the damaged dress, she wasn't too used to suddenly seeing someone partially naked. It's not something you'd expect in these situations.

"Don't worry, you're just inexperienced. Even though I'm a seasoned hunter, that bell still gave me a bit of a chill." She stated to the now slightly naked girl. Had the tunnel not been so dark, she would've shown the other girl that the grip on her bow was more tense than usual. Thankfully, the spirits coupled with her strong will, prevented her from going into a full panic like Marianne. The wood elf stole a glance at the bugs that swarmed around the mage's legs. It was odd to see, but it wasn't as alarming as others may think. She chose not to comment on it.

"Maybe after a solid decade of training, you'll get there~" She responded, chuckling in kind before continuing down the path with the mage.

A roar echoed through the tunnel, a roar that Fariha identified as an Orc's. Gormarr. Perhaps the bell had sent him into a rage. Fariha caught a glimpse of a rat ogre staring placidly at a fallen torch light. Siph's torch. Of course, Siph couldn't have possibly been bested by such a beast, thus she assumed that he was further ahead, not wasting time on the ogre. There was also a slight silhouette near the giant rat, possibly Sylvia.

Fariha suddenly pressed Marianne against the wall of a tunnel, finding a small gap in the rock for them to squeeze into. The Dwarf group marched passed them, their armour clanking away as they marched. The elf pulled the girl and herself out of the gap as the last Dwarf stomped passed. "Stay behind the Dwarves and Gormarr, they'll protect you. Help them as much as you can. I'm going to catch up with Siph." She said simply as she advanced behind the Dwarves.

Fariha shielded her eyes as a bright light filled the tunnel. Both fortunately and unfortunately, the Rat Ogre was blinded and enraged. The huntress rushed forward, dodging under the swinging fists. She slid under it's legs, ending up behind it at the cost of a few arrows tumbling out of her quiver. She quickly fired a mithril arrow, aiming for the lower part of it's spine before looking for any sign of Siph. She noticed an arrow sign carved into the stone wall. Quickly acknowledging the sign, she sprinted down the tunnel to follow Siph's trail, her eyes quickly readjusting to the darkness.

@Hammerman@Zelosse

neotokyo ⋮⋮ ネオトウキョウ

宮本

^{Azusa often wears a plain t-shirt underneath a black, white-lined hoodie, a short black skirt with a pair of black tights, and a pair running shoes.
"Judge a book by it's cover and you might get a bullet through yours."}

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Ｍｉｙａｍｏｔｏ Ａｚｕｓａ

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Name.

Miyamoto Azusa

Aliases.

MiyaMiya. ^{A disgustingly cutesy version of her surname.}
Akuma. ^{Due to her personality.. Or is it just because it sounds like 'Azusa'?}
銃器の王女. ^{'Jūki no ōjo', literally meaning 'Princess of Firearms.' Idiotic.}

Sex.

Woman

Age.

23

Occupation.

Arms Dealer
Part-time Hitman

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Height.

5'5"

Weight.

125 lbs

Body type.

Athletic, slender. Not visibly muscular, lacking in feminine proportions.

Strengths.

◽ Agile
◽ Resourceful
◽ Pragmatic

Weaknesses.

◽ Grudge holder
◽ Flustered easily
◽ Money Driven

Skills.

◽ Firearms
◽ Parkour
◽ Money handling
◽ Acoustic Guitar
◽ Drinking
◽ Drunk Fighting
◽ Target Shooting

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Personality.

With a nickname like 'Akuma', you'd expect her to be extremely merciless and downright evil. That would be half right. While she is merciless toward those who oppose her, she merely chooses to do things that benefit her or whoever her partner maybe. Often taking a neutral stance on things that don't involve her.

Some tend to describe her as 'greedy' and 'selfish'.. They'd be correct. Especially when it comes down to money. Azusa also has some sort of superiority complex that makes her think that she's better than almost everyone, thus she hardly trusts anyone that she meets thinking that she could probably do anything better than them. However such things are easy to work through, it just takes a little bit of proof.

Backstory.

Interestingly, Azusa had always been a quiet student, often seen as a 'model' student. She was part of Gymnastics club and was generally liked by most people, despite the fact that she almost never spoke to them. However, behind this 'perfection' lay a broken background. Her father was a drug dealer and her mother was an accountant for the Yakuza. Azusa would come home to scenes of drug addicts shooting themselves up, getting high and sometimes overdosing. Needless to say, her relationship with her parents was almost non-existent. Her mother was the only one who ever said anything to Azusa, and it was always about becoming an accountant for the Yakuza, following the footsteps of her mother. Azusa didn't really go against what her mother said, the girl didn't have any aspirations, thus having her mother decide her future made things easy on her. Over the years, Azusa's strange obsession with firearms began to develop as her father fuelled it with random guns he'd take from overdosed, deceased drug addicts. A father's way of contributing to his daughter's life.

It wasn't until she was in her final years of high school, when she started getting involved in the Yakuza's business. On her way home from school after a late night at a cram school, she witnessed an arms deal go wrong. The men she recognised as the Yakuza were shot down by their clients. They spotted her and tried to silence her by force, however they didn't think that she'd have a gun of her own. A silenced pistol given to her by her father. That night, she experienced her first kills. Strangely she didn't feel any remorse.

Upon arriving home with the arms cache, she explained to her mother what had happened. Her mother decided that there was no turning back. Her daughter had joined in on their 'activity' prematurely. Some might say it's a rash decision to make a high school girl an arms dealer, but to her mother, there was no better choice.

Throughout the years, Azusa's personality began to show itself. As she grew older, she became more lively but also more cynical. Although she's still not quite good at 'socialising', thus she gets flustered about strange things.

Although she was a well known and respected arms dealer in her circles, there were still those who despised her because of the way she handled business. One night, a deal fell through. The client made one unreasonable offer after another. The deal was called off, but a shootout started. With efficiency, she took down the aggressors, but it was all a set up. She unknowingly pissed off someone that she shouldn't have. Her home was burned to the ground and her parents were slaughtered. Azusa received a mysterious text from an unknown source, informing her that she was going to be erased. She knew what that meant, and she wasn't about to lie down and let it happen. Guns in cases, locked and loaded, she get into her car and drove off into the night.

If you think this girl is going down without a fight, you're dead wrong.

Extra.

^{◽ She secretly likes cute things.}

The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

@Skycia
discord.gg/3aDaD

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Fariha silently watched the dwarf as he limped up the stairs towards the deceased king. He seemed a lot younger than the royal, but it was always hard to tell when it came to dwarves, their thick beards and wrinkled skin were all the same to her. The elf frowned slightly as the young dwarf wept for the dead king, his words echoed around her making her realised that this was the Dwarven king's son. The prince, if lack of a more suitable term. It seemed strange to her that someone could simply crown themselves right after a large conflict, however politics weren't her strong suit.

His exclamation was filled with passion, and hatred. She felt sympathy for the Dwarves, but she couldn't possibly understand what it's like for them. The loss of many kinsman.. family.. The young elf began to think of the kind of dance she will perform for their spirits.

However, such thoughts were for another time. Their duty was not yet completed; this piece of history had not been fully retold. She stood up to meet the new Dwarven king. The screaming bell caused her to flinch as a sharp pain stabbed into her ear. The woes of sensitive hearing. She leant down to bring the Dwarf back to his feet, "There's no need to bow to me, I'm just a traveler." She responded with a smile.

The quiver of arrows that was given to her were packed full of mithril tipped shafts. The quiver was quite heavy, meaning that it would weigh her down significantly if she was to take all of them. The huntress removed half the arrows from the quiver, handing it back to the aid. "I mean no disrespect, but my mobility is of upmost importance to me. I can't accept so many arrows." She explained, clipping the quiver to her belt.

"I will aid you." The elf said simply before turning away. She made her way toward the hole that everyone else went through, surely it was a single path. The skaven couldn't possibly make an elaborate network for an ambush.

Her eyes adjusted to the low-light, allowing her to see more clearly than most in this kind of environment. Further down the tunnel, she hear steps.. running. A figure in a dress ran right towards her, she realised who it was within moments. Marianne. Fariha firmly grabbed the girl by the shoulders, her grip releasing gently as the mage stopped her forward movement. "Mari, are you alright? Why aren't you with the others?" She asked, feeling somewhat concerned. Siph and Sylvia should've been up ahead, so it was relatively odd that the girl would run away from such powerful allies. Marianne.. was shaking. The elf had never met someone filled with such fear before. Poor girl.

Taking Marianne by the hand, Fariha lead her back through the tunnel toward Siph, "Everything will be fine. We need to catch with the others and silence the bell." Fariha hoped that her confident statement would calm the girl down. Of course, even she had her own doubts, but an Alrotharen huntress should never back down from a challenge.

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@Hammerman

The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

Quill

"Even the flowers say that you're lying to me."

Name:
Quill

Age:
25

Sex:
Appears to be Male

Race:
Sylvari

Appearance:
Quill stands at around 5'10", his body appearing to be of an athletic build. Quill's entirely made of plant material; his 'hair' is made of leaves that grow from his scalp, his skin is actually quite soft and smooth, veined like a leaf, however some parts of his body have small plates of bark-like material.

Personality:
Due to Quill's past, he trusts almost no-one. However he's not about to show it immediately, instead he chooses to play along with those who try associate themselves with him, merely questioning their motives out of curiosity. His understanding of Humans and the societies in which they live is still very limited as he has never really tried to associate himself with them. Should someone manage to break through his shell, he's actually a warm person.

Backstory:
Born from the fruit of a magically engineered plant, Quill (At the time he was named 'Second') was one of the two Sylvanian Flora made by a Chosen. Sylvanian Flora, unlike most humanoids, are born as fully grown adults, but their mental impressionability is that of a child. They learn quickly, physically and mentally as the pressure to adapt to their new life is ever present. The Second was never meant to be born. The Chosen had only created one Sylvarian Flora, but the First born, after many years of understanding the concept of 'life' and his denied freedom from The Chosen, he took it upon himself to create another like himself. Due to their natural abilities, it was easy for the Second born to hide amongst the vegetation on the lab, blending into his environment like a Chameleon. The two would converse in secret, the First born teaching the younger sapling about the world as he knew it, however such conversations made them realise how little they knew about the outside. Outside the lab.

It wasn't long before The First born longed to escape from the lab with the plant in hand. Late that night, the two Sylvanian Flora stole into the lab and fled from the city with their Mother plant. As they left, the First born told him that they should refer to themselves as 'Sylvari' as a sign of their freedom.

In their haste, The Second born lost sight of his older companion as their bounded through the forest. The young Sylvari continued to run, his path leading him to a small clearing in the forest. The moonlight poured onto the small cottage that stood in the middle of the glade. As he had been taught, the young sapling knocked gently on the door. It wasn't long before a young woman. At first, she was shocked at his appearance, specks of his skin and leaved hair glowed in the night. He was obviously not human, but he seemed harmless despite his otherworldly appearance. She simply decided to let the young Sylvari stay with her. For the next few months, the Second born and the woman learned more about each other. Julie was a thief who lived alone, occasionally stealing from residents of the nearby town. Her reasoning was survival, but also to fund her passion for calligraphy, as ink and parchment was expensive for someone like her. She was also the one who named the Second born. Quill.

She taught him her ways of being a thief, as well as how to read and write, in exchange for his company. They lived happily together, Quill's curiosity being sated by Julie's knowledge of the world. He had learned a lot about human behaviour and customs, however he didn't fully understand the reasoning behind such mannerisms, but he accepted them as 'how things are'.

One day, Julie had set her sights on a bigger target, asking Quill to assist her. Her target was the Viscount's mansion, which wasn't as heavily guarded as it should be for a royal home, but most of it's guards were stationed on it's outer perimeter. Using his camouflaging ability, Quill distracted a portion of the guards, rustling bushes in an unnatural way, allowing Julie access to the house. She had told him to stay outside to keep the escape route open for her, but she never returned that night. The coming morning, there was a large crowd of townsfolk gathered around a human who was shouting something about a thief. Quill hid himself in a nearby tree to observe.

The thief that was caught.. Was Julie. Somehow Julie's eyes met his, as if she knew where he was. She gave him a sad smile and shook her head, signalling him not to intervene. Quill watched helplessly as his only companion in this world.. was publicly executed. Due to his still limited understanding of human behaviour, he found this all to be very unreasonable. The longer he tried to rationalise the situation, he developed a distrust for humans and their kin. Taking it upon himself to get his revenge, he stole into the Viscount's home during the night, using the plants within the mansion to cloak himself. Eventually he made his way into the Viscount's room. With Julie's dagger he murdered the nobility in cold blood, leaving a single quill on their chest.

He left that town, living off the skills that Julie had taught him, abusing his natural abilities for himself. He often took contracts from bounty boards to earn extra money, obscuring his face behind a half-mask and the shadow of a hood to avoid unnecessary questions. He became somewhat infamous for the signature mark he left on his targets. A single quill.

Equipment:

◽ Julie's Dagger
◽ Push Dagger
◽ A hooded cloak and cloth mask
◽ Segmented leather armour
◽ Ink, parchment and multiple quills

Misc:

Abilities:
◽ Nature's Guise: Quill is able to become almost completely invisible when near vegetation. Movement causes a slight silhouette
◽ Forest Voice: Quill is able to speak with plants. However, he refuses to speak to grass as the voices are too numerous.

The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

@ManoftheNorth

Quill

"Even the flowers say that you're lying to me."

Name:
Quill

Age:
25

Sex:
Appears to be Male

Race:
Sylvari

Appearance:
Quill stands at around 5'10", his body appearing to be of an athletic build. Quill's entirely made of plant material; his 'hair' is made of leaves that grow from his scalp, his skin is actually quite soft and smooth, veined like a leaf, however some parts of his body have small plates of bark-like material.

Personality:
Due to Quill's past, he trusts almost no-one. However he's not about to show it immediately, instead he chooses to play along with those who try associate themselves with him, merely questioning their motives out of curiosity. His understanding of Humans and the societies in which they live is still very limited as he has never really tried to associate himself with them. Should someone manage to break through his shell, he's actually a warm person.

Backstory:
Born from the fruit of a magically engineered plant, Quill (At the time he was named 'Second') was one of the two Sylvanian Flora made by a Chosen. Sylvanian Flora, unlike most humanoids, are born as fully grown adults, but their mental impressionability is that of a child. They learn quickly, physically and mentally as the pressure to adapt to their new life is ever present. The Second was never meant to be born. The Chosen had only created one Sylvarian Flora, but the First born, after many years of understanding the concept of 'life' and his denied freedom from The Chosen, he took it upon himself to create another like himself. Due to their natural abilities, it was easy for the Second born to hide amongst the vegetation on the lab, blending into his environment like a Chameleon. The two would converse in secret, the First born teaching the younger sapling about the world as he knew it, however such conversations made them realise how little they knew about the outside. Outside the lab.

It wasn't long before The First born longed to escape from the lab with the plant in hand. Late that night, the two Sylvanian Flora stole into the lab and fled from the city with their Mother plant. As they left, the First born told him that they should refer to themselves as 'Sylvari' as a sign of their freedom.

In their haste, The Second born lost sight of his older companion as their bounded through the forest. The young Sylvari continued to run, his path leading him to a small clearing in the forest. The moonlight poured onto the small cottage that stood in the middle of the glade. As he had been taught, the young sapling knocked gently on the door. It wasn't long before a young woman. At first, she was shocked at his appearance, specks of his skin and leaved hair glowed in the night. He was obviously not human, but he seemed harmless despite his otherworldly appearance. She simply decided to let the young Sylvari stay with her. For the next few months, the Second born and the woman learned more about each other. Julie was a thief who lived alone, occasionally stealing from residents of the nearby town. Her reasoning was survival, but also to fund her passion for calligraphy, as ink and parchment was expensive for someone like her. She was also the one who named the Second born. Quill.

She taught him her ways of being a thief, as well as how to read and write, in exchange for his company. They lived happily together, Quill's curiosity being sated by Julie's knowledge of the world. He had learned a lot about human behaviour and customs, however he didn't fully understand the reasoning behind such mannerisms, but he accepted them as 'how things are'.

One day, Julie had set her sights on a bigger target, asking Quill to assist her. Her target was the Viscount's mansion, which wasn't as heavily guarded as it should be for a royal home, but most of it's guards were stationed on it's outer perimeter. Using his camouflaging ability, Quill distracted a portion of the guards, rustling bushes in an unnatural way, allowing Julie access to the house. She had told him to stay outside to keep the escape route open for her, but she never returned that night. The coming morning, there was a large crowd of townsfolk gathered around a human who was shouting something about a thief. Quill hid himself in a nearby tree to observe.

The thief that was caught.. Was Julie. Somehow Julie's eyes met his, as if she knew where he was. She gave him a sad smile and shook her head, signalling him not to intervene. Quill watched helplessly as his only companion in this world.. was publicly executed. Due to his still limited understanding of human behaviour, he found this all to be very unreasonable. The longer he tried to rationalise the situation, he developed a distrust for humans and their kin. Taking it upon himself to get his revenge, he stole into the Viscount's home during the night, using the plants within the mansion to cloak himself. Eventually he made his way into the Viscount's room. With Julie's dagger he murdered the nobility in cold blood, leaving a single quill on their chest.

He left that town, living off the skills that Julie had taught him, abusing his natural abilities for himself. He often took contracts from bounty boards to earn extra money, obscuring his face behind a half-mask and the shadow of a hood to avoid unnecessary questions. He became somewhat infamous for the signature mark he left on his targets. A single quill.

Equipment:

◽ Julie's Dagger
◽ Push Dagger
◽ A hooded cloak and cloth mask
◽ Segmented leather armour
◽ Ink, parchment and multiple quills

Misc:

Abilities:
◽ Nature's Guise: Quill is able to become almost completely invisible when near vegetation. Movement causes a slight silhouette
◽ Forest Voice: Quill is able to speak with plants. However, he refuses to speak to grass as the voices are too numerous.

The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

Delayed by work

neotokyo ⋮⋮ ネオトウキョウ

宮本

^{Azusa often wears a plain t-shirt underneath a black, white-lined hoodie, a short black skirt with a pair of black tights, and a pair running shoes.
"Judge a book by it's cover and you might get a bullet through yours."}

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Ｍｉｙａｍｏｔｏ Ａｚｕｓａ

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Name.

Miyamoto Azusa

Aliases.

MiyaMiya. ^{A disgustingly cutesy version of her surname.}
Akuma. ^{Due to her personality.. Or is it just because it sounds like 'Azusa'?}
銃器の王女. ^{'Jūki no ōjo', literally meaning 'Princess of Firearms.' Idiotic.}

Sex.

Woman

Age.

23

Occupation.

Arms Dealer
Part-time Hitman

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Height.

5'5"

Weight.

125 lbs

Body type.

Athletic, slender. Not visibly muscular, lacking in feminine proportions.

Strengths.

◽ Agile
◽ Resourceful
◽ Pragmatic

Weaknesses.

◽ Grudge holder
◽ Flustered easily
◽ Money Driven

Skills.

◽ Firearms
◽ Parkour
◽ Money handling
◽ Acoustic Guitar
◽ Drinking
◽ Drunk Fighting
◽ Target Shooting

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Personality.

With a nickname like 'Akuma', you'd expect her to be extremely merciless and downright evil. That would be half right. While she is merciless toward those who oppose her, she merely chooses to do things that benefit her or whoever her partner maybe. Often taking a neutral stance on things that don't involve her.

Some tend to describe her as 'greedy' and 'selfish'.. They'd be correct. Especially when it comes down to money. Azusa also has some sort of superiority complex that makes her think that she's better than almost everyone, thus she hardly trusts anyone that she meets thinking that she could probably do anything better than them. However such things are easy to work through, it just takes a little bit of proof.

Backstory.

Interestingly, Azusa had always been a quiet student, often seen as a 'model' student. She was part of Gymnastics club and was generally liked by most people, despite the fact that she almost never spoke to them. However, behind this 'perfection' lay a broken background. Her father was a drug dealer and her mother was an accountant for the Yakuza. Azusa would come home to scenes of drug addicts shooting themselves up, getting high and sometimes overdosing. Needless to say, her relationship with her parents was almost non-existent. Her mother was the only one who ever said anything to Azusa, and it was always about becoming an accountant for the Yakuza, following the footsteps of her mother. Azusa didn't really go against what her mother said, the girl didn't have any aspirations, thus having her mother decide her future made things easy on her. Over the years, Azusa's strange obsession with firearms began to develop as her father fuelled it with random guns he'd take from overdosed, deceased drug addicts. A father's way of contributing to his daughter's life.

It wasn't until she was in her final years of high school, when she started getting involved in the Yakuza's business. On her way home from school after a late night at a cram school, she witnessed an arms deal go wrong. The men she recognised as the Yakuza were shot down by their clients. They spotted her and tried to silence her by force, however they didn't think that she'd have a gun of her own. A silenced pistol given to her by her father. That night, she experienced her first kills. Strangely she didn't feel any remorse.

Upon arriving home with the arms cache, she explained to her mother what had happened. Her mother decided that there was no turning back. Her daughter had joined in on their 'activity' prematurely. Some might say it's a rash decision to make a high school girl an arms dealer, but to her mother, there was no better choice.

Throughout the years, Azusa's personality began to show itself. As she grew older, she became more lively but also more cynical. Although she's still not quite good at 'socialising', thus she gets flustered about strange things.

Although she was a well known and respected arms dealer in her circles, there were still those who despised her because of the way she handled business. One night, a deal fell through. The client made one unreasonable offer after another. The deal was called off, but a shootout started. With efficiency, she took down the aggressors, but it was all a set up. She unknowingly pissed off someone that she shouldn't have. Her home was burned to the ground and her parents were slaughtered. Azusa received a mysterious text from an unknown source, informing her that she was going to be erased. She knew what that meant, and she wasn't about to lie down and let it happen. Guns in cases, locked and loaded, she get into her car and drove off into the night.

If you think this girl is going down without a fight, you're dead wrong.

Extra.

^{◽ She secretly likes cute things.}

ネオトウキョウ ⋮⋮ time to become ghosts

<Snipped quote by Rekaigan>
I figure that's probably where Sarah bought her guns.

Speaking of, how likely is it that we're going to run into other PCs if we're on the run and know they work for the mafia too?

@JBRam2002

That's assuming Azusa is accepted.

Anyway, I'd say they'd know each other via reputation or prior encounters. I'm sure everyone would know Azusa, even a little bit. GM discretion in the end~