Renny

The Six Crystals

I'm here and accounted for. Been a rough couple of days but I'm gonna start on my character sheet now.

Gonna finish this tomorrow, I gotta prepare for work in the morning.

Suns Dhagar the Luminous

"Come with me. Balance must be restored by those involved."

Name: Suns Dhagar
Aliases: Sun, Crystal Bearer, The Thrice Unchosen One

Crystal: Yellow Crystal

Current Location: F5, Leemo City.
Current Status: "Active" Preparing to leave for Eligiro City (B4)

Race: Human
Faction: "Sutisu"
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Scholar

Personality:

Suns is a friendly young man with a deep-seeded desire to "Balance the Scales". Operating out of fear, compulsion, and trauma; it comes off more passionate than tranquilizing. Even still, there are complexities within his general simple-mindedness. Pride in his race and people taints his views; and outwardly he displays more pride than most. And from that instilled pride was sprouted a easy-confidence that conveys arrogance and revulsion towards the Riotifu people. One that snaps into being upon discovery of said association.

Biography:

Suns Dhagar was the fourth child of the previous Yellow Crystal Bearer. He never believed he would be chosen to inherit that power, yet eventually it came into his possession. His father's prestige allowed him more freedom than most. He traveled the country, learning different skills both physical and mental. For a few years he settled in Milav City, experiencing their agricultural existence. He even found love; a sweetheart at the age of 16. A young scholar and a princely noble, a story painted in the ether. Unnatural even, Suns thought at the time. Though she believed everything had a purpose, a cause and reaction.

She ended up dying in a Riotifu ransom plot on their trip to Eligiro City oddly enough. When his eldest brother came to the rescue, he had walked in on a very different Suns Dhagar. Despondent and covered in blood, a shattered blade on the floor; the Yellow Crystal cradled in his hands, a massive hole penetrating the building. Suns hardly remembered what happened; his father said the Crystal flew from his side during his deployment. Suns spent the next five years righting injustices throughout the country, studying history, and slowly succumbing to the nagging needs of the Crystal. He knows eventually he'll have to put the country's military needs first as Crystal Bearer but until forced; he would like to stave off the chaos festering underneath the peace.

Key Items:

• Yellow Crystal
• Dhagar Noble ID
• Jian-styled Blade

Non-Magical Abilities:

• Reflexes
• Intuition
• Martial Art

Magical Abilities:

• Hardlight Energy Projection
• Hardlight Weaponry
• Hardlight Armor

Inventory:

• Coins: 500,000
• Traveler Essentials (Backpack)
• Communication Device
• Noble Traveler's Pass

The Six Crystals: An Original RP

@ARedneckWizard There are some good pre-made ones online. I like to wait for the official one just to know what's expected on it and that way I won't have to go back over it and move things around later.

The Six Crystals: An Original RP

@Balthazar007 Looks good. I'm guessing the darker greens are heavily forested areas and the light green are plains. The light greys and dark greys however are a bit harder for me to guess. I'm slowly building on my character in my mind but waiting for an official CS before putting him down in great detail in any one place.

How's everyone else doing in that department?

The Six Crystals: An Original RP

Considering an Rpers burnout is refreshing. Has this worked out in a different RP you ran?

The Six Crystals: An Original RP

I'm leaning toward the yellow crystal. Not too sure on the specifics of his personality yet besides him being soft-spoken and decisive. Still battling with myself on the arrogant part.

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War [Moved to New Thread]

Sophist now Amrit is ready for review.

Amrit the Fiend

_{6'3"| Svelte Build | Restless, Boorish, and Unpredictable}

Name: Amrit the Fiend

Age: 26

Nationality: Egyptian

_{Aphotic Lacuna}

Noble Arm Rank: C

C

Power: B
Speed: C
Range: F
Persistence: D
Precision: B
Potential: D

Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Support - Intangible - Close

Noble Arm Abilities: Transitory is the only ability granted to Amrit by this Noble Arm. Essentially applying a deep-seeded law of intangibility onto Amrit or his body parts, it allows most physical, spiritual, kinetic, or rule-based attacks to pass through him; as if he never existed as a target in the first place. Though simple, Transitory is a versatile ability that leaves Amrit nigh invulnerable when utilized in its entirety to erase his existence. Upon return, albeit with intense pain, if someone or something occupies the space he phased from; Transitory places his body in the nearest empty-space available. Weakness wise, his non-existence is actually a cruel punishment considering his mind loses all grasp of time, space, senses, and other valuable world-establishing concepts while unalive. When he erases his entirety he remains intangible for up to 2 minutes (post) with a 5 minute (post) cooldown. This weakness only applies when Transitory is used on his brain. The lost of other body parts are felt intricately, though any physical damage caused by non-existence (hemorrhaging etc.) is nulled due to the NA's affect; when he returns any physical injuries dealt to him remain and continues.

_{Brimstone Crux}

Noble Arm Rank: B +

B

Power: B
Speed: C
Range: C
Persistence: B
Precision: D
Potential: D -

Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Melee-Range - Magma - Close to Long Range

Noble Arm Abilities: Corruption: The cost for his grab for power. While he attained superhuman physicality he was cursed with a demonic visage and a near-constant headache spawning from his third eye. While that allows him another source or angle of vision; the unending, never diluting migraine has driven him to insanity. His physical abilities are comparable to a C-Rank NA. He can run around 200 mph while being vastly more agile than any ground vehicle. His physical strength allows super-jumps that can clear a house. He can lift overhead and throw a small car a respectably dangerous distance, but a truck or egregiously heavier vehicle like a tank may be more a visible struggle to even lift. His bare physical attacks are comparable to a localized car crash and are all the more dangerous for how focused the force is. Brimstone Crux can be whipped around wildly like it weighs little more than air, and even when enlarged to its maximum size, swinging it is only equivalent to him to managing a particularly heavy, normal-sized sword. This series of effects is always active, even without the NA summoned, unless disabled by Magma Burst's last resort attack.

Brimstone Edge: The molten hot blade of Brimstone Crux. Inexhaustible and incapable of being extinguished by ordinary means or natural occurring elements, it would take a B rank or higher of cold, ice, or water type Noble Arm(s) to contain its heat.

Molten Armament: A transference of power that covers Amrit's body parts with enhanced molten rock comparable to the power of Brimstone Edge. This increases his defensive abilities and close-quarters offensive abilities a degree (-/+). When utilizing this, Brimstone Edge is applied to his chosen body part(s) and the sword loses its form. All of which transfers to the body part(s) covered.

Brimstone Expansion: The peculiar ability to enlarge, lengthen, shrink, and manipulate the size of Brimstone Crux. Much like its liquid-like capacity to travel from blade to body; the blade and its molten parts can enlarge to the size of a blue whale and shrink to the size of a pin-needle. Though this in no way changes its innate powers or corrupted boons. Brimstone Crux, unlike most other Noble Arms, has a tangible weight while utilizing this ability. At maximum size, 98 feet long, it has a weight of 1,520 lbs, which combined with the momentum of its swings makes it dangerous indeed.

Magma Burst is Brimstone Crux's ability to spew magma from the blade. Much like a volcanic eruption, molten rock and lava are spewed forth in either waves, slashes, or if pushed a violent blast. The blast can be used only once a day and usually tires Amrit out immediately, leaving him vulnerable and his Corrupted state inactive (loss of third-eye, physical boons, and on the positive, the headache.)

Misc Abilities: Intuitive observer and knowledge of most weaponry. He's also a predominantly close-quarters combatant. He's also fond of picking apart people mentally, be them ally or foe.

Personality: First and foremost is the fact that Amrit lives in constant pain, both mental and physical. With that being said; he's lost what most would consider basic or common social abilities. He's authentically moody, boorish, and wrathful. In full swing, one may lose track of how many moods passed through his demonic-visage in the span of an hour. One thing is for sure however and that is he is supremely dangerous. He has killed off of a whim before; a dirty look or a perceived slight. Hidden behind the veil of insanity though, is a keen intuition that passes for luck in most situations.

*Likes: Pleasure, Freedom, Heat, Being Alone, and Noble Arms.

*Dislikes: Sheeple, Over-confident people, Frozen Treats, Little Creatures (all sorts), Authority (figures), Light Haired People, Institutions, Order.

Fears: Emotional attachments, Stronger Beings, Insects, Rats, Smiles, Comedy Masks (specifically), Unknown sensations (sudden gusts, spine-tingling chills, etc.)

Bio: Amrit's past begins more or less as a boy whose curiosities led him to radical terrorism and eventual enslavement. The adage "Curiosity killed the cat." applied here with fascinating precision. In his search online, he believed he had found a group of like-minded individuals, his young mind uncaring for the dark subjects therein. Long story short, he was tasked with murdering his beloved dog and leaving his life behind him. He did so and joined a lackluster organization known as The Hand that Reveals.

It was more militaristic than one might think. They dispensed disruptive missions to their "Initiates", whole squads of kids and teens, across the continent of Africa. Before the age of nine, Amrit had killed up to hundreds of people through various means. When he had enough and his mind had somehow, however sudden it was, recognized his horrendous acts; he grasped with horror that he was trapped. Though a child soldier by choice at one point, he became a prisoner in the blink of an eye. A prisoner to his fears and environment. He sought freedom thereafter. On the precipice of turning fifteen, he gathered other youths through fanciful speeches and intuitive suggestions. They revolted and though they won; twenty-two of his comrades had fallen. He found that he felt nothing.

Freedom costs, he learned. Debts must be paid.

At some point between being chased by his former employers and the authority of the land; his Noble Arm manifested. A tarnished silver ring with a jewel of absolute black in the maw. It granted him the ability to be intangible in the truest sense of the word. However he lacked real power and without power one could not be free. So he caved to the Downward Descent, accepting their invitation. He was granted true power in the form of a second Noble Arm: The Brimstone Crux. With that acceptance came another adage, "Come one, come all. Meet your death at Amrit's maw." followed by a very creepy chuckle.

*Current Goal: To kill The Hand that Reveals shadow leader.

Military or Civilian Rank: Unregistered Arm Master

*Bloodsport Masquerade
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Noble Arms - The ASEAN War [Moved to New Thread]

A moment of genuine surprised turned Sophist' attention towards his allies. A gilded dome, glorious with light had arose to protect them and like a melody of elements, things had begun to irrevocably change the terrain. There was ice rippling out, shimmers of dark blue and explosions. Other bright and powerful effects were spurting up and dying out. "Hmm, I don't think I've ever seen this many powerful Arms Masters working together... Its a beautiful si-"

The air-shattering boom of a missile cut off his observation as it angled towards him. With a downward slam of his hand, the missile went falling into a weary battalion of Chinese soldiers. A soft sorrow touched him before a hailstorm of bullets and artillery barraged around him. He was fast enough to dodge the first and his mind was sharp enough to guess what was coming next.

Mentally, he admonished the soldiers. "Guns... such uncivilized weapons." Simultaneously, a glass-like energy rushed out, then instantly retracted around him. The finer-element condensed and manifested, halting the ammunition in their tracks. The bullets and missiles, of all shapes and sizes floated harmlessly. The golden sphere at his side glowed a bloody hue.

He floated at the center of the bullets and missiles, the space around him clean and untouched. He wondered for a second, if his range had always been so grandiose as to reenact the cosmic dance of a planet and its debris. His posture became slouched as he folded his arms, fiddling with his chin. "...No, no. That's impossible. My Noble Arms isn't affected by planetary alignments or elementary advantages..." He spared his allies another glance. "Perhaps a boon from a friend," he thought with childish amusement.

His instincts bellowed at him suddenly. REACT FAST! FASTER THAN EVER BEFORE!

A powerful wave of energy raced towards him from his allies. It was massive though controlled. A ruckus of high-pressured winds shook up the space. Alas, thanks to the boon, Sophist used his powers of gravitational forces to redirected it heavenward. The wave bending with his upward clawed-gesture. "Come onnnnn!" he growled, before finally finding the strength to bend it once more and scorch the enemy with the blast.

A scar of super-heated crimson rested on the enemies side of the beach now. He could hear a cacophony of teeth chattering, of fearful moans and cries. Desperate leaders trying to regather their team's morale.

Sweat beaded on his face now, even as he scowled towards his allies. Even as he begun to descend to the earth. "What the hell? good thing I'm quick on my feet. That 'just became a three-pointer for the home team." he decided with a smirk.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

Thom moved Gundam Beleth near Holly's new mobile suit in the smaller debris field. His red suit managing to shield away behind a cluster of floating gray rocks. He moved a claw hand onto Stolas' shoulder, speaking through the private line established. "Holly, you know letting Martyn control the situation is crazy dont'cha. Just listen to him. Don't he know that the Gundam Frames are rare treasures, a person's greed overcomes their fear. Specially if they think a bunch of useless space-rats is all that stands in the way. The Jolly Rogs are all about possessing trinkets." He spat the word trinkets out with venom.

"Its too late after all his talk but I'm suggesting we attack anyway... Bosun, especially Bosun, that bastard." A touch of fear was laced in the anger of his words. "I won't give him a chance to head-hunt us. He dies today."

For some reason the lamentations of the others were stark in his head for a quiet moment. His heart slowed and he grew somber but he forced it away with zealous effort. Come on, they were just there... like you were just there. Your bonds are forced circumstances urged on by survival. Focus on the fight in front of you.

Gently, Thom pushed Beleth away from Stolas careful of Carrot's deadly aim. "Damn, we need a way to get close to her or at least draw her in. For all my big talk, I'm the only one who didn't grab any weapons." He gripped his controls with frustration. There was so much frustration and uncertainty in him that it felt suffocating. "DAMMIT!" he cursed to himself.

He would have to wait for the others to give him an opening.

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War [Moved to New Thread]

"Pitiful..." thought Sophist with a modicum of sorrow.

The clouds around him were grayish, not yet dark. Yet overhead the countless soldiers, over the waters more specifically was a weighty behemoth preparing to drop its downpour. Carelessly, Sophist wrapped a thin, repulsive veil of gravity around his person; he left imperceptible openings to allow oxygen but mostly shielded his clothes from the approaching storm.

Below him were other teens and adults, soldiers and volunteers; humans and Arm Masters, all fighting for a cause that ultimately meant nothing. If not for the tautness he felt when approached with the request; Sophist would've outright denied them his assistance. But there was a cause here, a keystone to some universal event perhaps.

Sophist sighed, his leisurely posture floating some hundred meters above the others displaying his nonchalance at war. The voice speaking through his earpiece however grounded him in this reality. He shook his head before imposing a sense of duty on himself. I'm as arrogant as ever. Careful about that Sophist, Master says it'll be your undoing.

He dropped his arms to his sides and launched his own offensive. War was cruel, that much he knew. He wouldn't allow the enemy to coordinate an attack.

He flew off with astounding speed, leaving a boom in his wake. His hand formed a claw gesture as he gripped a corral of landing crafts in spheres of dense gravity and begun crushing them. The grinding and tearing metal was resounding. The cries of poor souls still inside blood-curdling and overshadowed. Yet still they deadened and in a show of mercilessness; Sophist viciously slammed the metal meteors across the enemies' battleground.

His torso swiveled with alertness. No way they'll let that go unanswered.

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War [Moved to New Thread]

So much happened while I was asleep. Good to see this is moving along smoothly. I posted my guy Sophist in the character tab. Now I'm wondering if anyone would like to establish previous connections or relationships with him?