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Digimon: World of Stone

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Partner Digimon: Zubamon
Digimon Lvl: Rookie
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Shiyonichi @Crimson Lion @Duthguy

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Phase stared at The Golden Digimon. For once he couldn't put two thoughts together. It seemed wrong for anyone or anything to swear fealty so easily without much thought for itself, and yet, this Digimon had. In its ruby-hued eyes, Phase couldn't find even a drop of doubt. Those words weren't taken lightly, neither by it or himself.

I'm at a lost for words, he finally admitted to himself.

He took the Digivice back. Surprisingly it was no longer hot, instead it was warm, like a fresh loaf of bread or cup of coffee. The feeling was pleasant. The Golden Digimon stationed itself beside him, like a bodyguard of sorts. Phase closed his eyes, blinding himself to fantasy, to the promises he had made earlier. He had done this just to see if it was all real or some concoction he had crafted in his sleep. It was a bit late for that; he knew, but it was the final test he could give himself.

When he opened them to see the angelic Norn speaking again, he smiled. Its not a dream. There's no echoes of mind-binding change. All of this... All of this is just as real as myself.

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After Norn had finished her speech, Phase gave her a slight wave as if to say thanks. Then he walked off from the others, The Golden Digimon followed. Phase positioned himself against a tree, folded his arms, and spoke aloud to The Digimon. "What's your name, little guy?"

The Golden Digimon stared out at the others, watching them intently. "I'am... not sure."

Phase let out a questioning hm?

"My name... and past is lost to me. All I know is you. Since the moment you've arrived here, I've sensed you. Even caught glances of you. I suppose this means you'll have to give me a name." The Golden Digmon fixed a ruby on him expectedly.

A long pause rested between them, filled only by the talk and chatter of the others. A few seconds later and Phase's head had tilted up towards the sun. It had shone like gold at times to him, so blinding, and yet, he could not sense any warmth radiating from his Golden companion. In fact, he was kind of cold, just like the metal. "How about, Gilt?" he asked.

A kind wind passed through the pair, The Golden Digimon's white mantle was grabbed tenderly. "Gilt," It tested the name on its tongue. "Not bad, Phase. I do believe I enjoy that name. Thank you."

Phase smiled beneath his mask, for he had sensed, if only a bit of warmth in his gratitude. "It was my pleasure."

"Question, will we be joining them?"

"Nah, I don't much like the white-haired kid."

"Ah, Okay."

[RoE]Shin Seiki Evangelion : א -The Remix of Evangelion (Dead RP)(18+)

@Holy Grail You a goof lol.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@Old Amsterdam Corrections have been made, Shall I precede to place him in the Char Tab?

Digimon: World of Stone

@Crimson Lion I'm going to get a post out soonish lol. Give me a moment to collect my thoughts, find me something to eat, and pump out an accurate post for you.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Looks interesting. I'll drop my CS here. I wanna give it a good go.

Naosada Mori

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Name: Naosada Mori (ナオサダ 森).
Alias: Inugami (犬神).
Faction: Ghoul.
Age: 20.

Personality: Naosada is a supremely confident individual. He usually knows exactly how he feels about any one-thing the moment it is brought to him. However, this sense of certainty is often coupled with agitation. The world, he knows, is not made for him. Ghouls are meant to hide and run, two things he is often displeased with. Either from one another or from the CCG. This coupled with his reluctance to incite mass bloodshed has placed him in maddening loop of inertia. He's fixated with observation, analyzing those and the world around him to dictate his actions. When he does interact with others, he chooses what words to say very carefully. This intense focus and often unnerving concentration produces mixed reviews, but it has undoubtedly created an unnatural air about him.

Appearance: Naosada Mori is less of a physically imposing figure than one might assume. At best, he stands at about five-foot nine, nearing ten inches, with a ropish-figure. His skin always appears to be sun-kissed and his eyes are like fresh embers. They smolder with thought, burn with judgment. Despite the harshness of stone gaze, they just as easily turn innocent and kind, as they can deadly. One might suspect him a Ghoul without those telltale eyes off his presence alone. Which is why its not often many see him.

His predatory organ or Kagune sprouts from his tail bone exceedingly quick. First in the fashion of single, whip-thin tail with a nasty bard at its end. The whip-thin tail can extend up to twenty feet, retract back, and its barb--with its high-concentration of RC Cells, can turn reinforced steel into mince-meat. In all actuality though, his Kagune, of the Bikaku type, can sprout up to five separate tails.

History: June Mori was his mother. He lost her at the age of twelve and from there became a small, yet historic disaster. Naosada the Child, killed indiscriminately. For a few months he had been recognized as a binge eater in his home Ward. He was unstoppable, he had been told, a parcel of raw instinct. There were deaths everyday during his run, whether it be children, adults, or doves didn't matter... the coverage of the Inugami would horrify the citizens of Tokyo for years after. His actions caught up to him a mere three months later when the CCG decided to take him seriously. They compared him to a dog on rabies, biting anything in sight before scurrying away.

Naosada should have died that night. He was surrounded by four professionals, all vets, all wise. And would have if not for his uncle Takamochi Mori aka The Pen. Plain and simple, he found the lost son of his sister, paid Ghoul mercenaries to buy time, then made off with the feral monster. It took time but eventually Naosada confronted his demons. Takamochi for all pretenses became his father and mentor. Now a master of stealth, unless he wishes to be seen, Naosada has since visited the other Wards, observed their actions and ways of life. The Eight Ward is just another stop on his path to enlightenment.

Skills:

• Minimal Movement Combat.
• The Art of Silent Walking.
• The Anatomy of Ghouls and Humans.
• The Art of Couponing
• The Art of Portrayal (Human Edition)
• Enhanced Sense of Smell (Beyond Average Ghoul)
• Natural Model for Whatever!!! the Magazine.

Equipment: Basic travel essentials. (Duffel Bag, Tooth Brush, Tooth Paste, Mouth Wash, etc.)

FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

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Name: Astral Diamonia
Role: SOLDIER 1
Location: Junon
Tag: @Sudkurve @Tenma Tendo

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Astral paused upon hearing another crackling of magic, a straight arc of lightning, he assumed. Quick and to the point. Whoever it was had just put down a rather easy target. He furrowed his brow and reached for the handle of Brightfang as the hastened steps grew closer. He or she was fast. But nothing he could not handle, he convinced himself. The moment Caius Sully, dubbed The Merciful, had came into view, Astral let his tension fall to the wayside.

He looked up the stairs that would eventually lead them to the Superweapon. Were we really all necessary for this?

No, he concluded, turning to face Laphicet and Caius. An action that spoke of confrontation.

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Astral stood on the tallest step. "I do not believe we are all suppose to be fighting the Super Weapon. Two of us should help find the mastermind behind this. As SOLDIER we are faster, stronger. If we collaborate with the Turks it'll be easy." Astral folded this sinewy arms over his chest and closed his eyes, awaiting their curt answer.

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Name: Beryl Vagrant
Role: SOLDIER 3
Location:Bone Village
Tag: @Karl Kadaver @Sarcelle Renard

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Beryl came to a halt at the sight of the third Class SOLDIERS confronting The Commander. It was ludicrous but... but it was surely happening. There it was, as clear as day, the corruption and betrayal of The Shinra company. Such a small act; third class SOLDIERS turning against a superior and it had said so much. He glanced at the lab coat, then towards the shaded figures in the helicopter. They were the targets now; they had the briefcase. If Rowen, The Commander, and himself couldn't reach the helicopter, than the next best thing was the scientist. Surely he had known what was inside.

Unbidden, his hand fell to the too-long hilt of his katana. There was hardness in his youthful eyes now, an anger that was burning in his gut. Images of the Lion in the fire flashed again. He grunted against the mental pain. "Commander! what do you want me to do?" he growled

Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt - The Joker in the Deck

@vancexentan I think I'm going to bow out of this. If you ever come up with another Gundam Rp, let me know. I'm in a bit of a lull right now and I need to get a start on something new. I might not be able to do this your Rp in the back of my mind. Either way, I hope you get this or another Gundam Rp up and into the waters. Cause I personally love Gundam.

Digimon: World of Stone

@Crimson LionI finally got a post out.

Digimon: World of Stone

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Partner Digimon: Zubamon
Digimon Lvl: Rookie
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Shiyonichi @Crimson Lion @Duthguy

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Phase let out a hollow breath. It was the first time witnessing such raw emotion. Being lost in his own feelings so often had created a creeping dread in him. One that pounced with serrated claws of callousness. He was satisfied that he could still empathize with others. That was good, he believed wholeheartedly. But it was Norn's clear cutting claps that brought his attention to her. Surely that was the power of being a piece of Yggdrasill. Her claps, over the clamor of the chatter, had still been just as loud as if she was next to him.

Phase stood from his embrace of the two digimon, gave them a short thumbs up, then proceeded to follow the others out. The trees, which were vivid with imagination, all shades of hues and colors; from sunset orange to lilac purple, had hid and barred four especially unique looking digimon. One wore a gray and blue pelt over its shoulders. It looked wild and untamed, even compared to Dorumon. Its horn especially appeared deadly.

Outwardly, Phase maintained his coolness, deciding to move on to the next digimon. That was until a warmth had taken his pocket. Glancing down, he noticed a bright light expanding from it, a shrill sound raping the quiet. As the warmth turned into a burning heat, Phase pulled the Digivice from his pocket and chucked it to the ground. It slid to the Digimon, glowing blindly, until settling on a pounded gold color with the number twenty in bold white on its surface.

One of the Digimon roused, picking it up with clouded gray claws. The Digimon, bi-pedal, and fitted in golden armor stepped towards him.
Phase refused to move, an inkling of a feeling assuring him that this being was his partner. Its white cape settled on the ground once it stopped in front of him. It held the Digivice up to him, nudged it forward once, then a second later, again. "Yours."

Phase stared at it. The Digimon's face created a visage of a golden sword, though its eyes were dyed with blood it seemed. A bloodied blade."I know its mines. Its hot," he told it.

It shook its head slowly, sluggishly, as if pushing a point. "No... I'am yours. My life is yours. I'am your sword, Phase."

Digimon: World of Stone

@Crimson Lion Nada, it was same as that. You can do it lol.