RoflsMazoy

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Jogging in another world?

Astrum took deep breaths of air as he ran through the forest, kicking up leaves in his wake with wild abandon. That sensation of breathing in a new air, taking in alien scents. It made him want to run, and run he did. He let the fresh, clean air overwhelm his senses and he just ran. He felt his feet pounding on the ground, nimbly skipping roots. His eyes were processing information he wasn't comprehending. He just wanted to run, and shout.

"Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" He shouted, fist pumping into the air.

When he looked up he saw animals flying overhead which he'd never seen before. He passed new plants he didn't recognize every second he ran. He was so exhilarated he could hardly keep it to himself.

Suddenly he saw a pillar of light appear in the sky.

"Pillar of light means..." He muttered. "PEOPLE."

His eyes took a mad glint as he took off in a new direction. His new body didn't feel tired after all that running, although it wouldn't have tired his old body out either, but his new body just had so. much. energy.

Thinking realistically, it was possible the pillar of light wasn't a person but a naturally occurring phenomenon, but that in itself was worth checking out.

Breaking through the trees, he came to a clearing in the forest, finally. The beam of light did indeed have a person under it. An elf guy.

"Hey, what up?!" Astrum shouted enthusiastically.

Huh? wait a sec. He thought. His brain finally caught up with his legs and his cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment. Of fuck quick, I gotta think of something...

"Ehem," He coughed. "Sorry, I meant how're you doing?"

That was not better.
@Avemelle

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Astrum Galliaster

"This place is rad,"

Name : Astrum Galliaster (call him Galli for short, he prefers it.)

Appearance : Astrum gives off the impression of a bright and excited kid, because he is, but he's a little too old to be called a kid anymore. He has fairly short black hair, but as it grows he starts having to brush his bangs off his forehead because it gets in the way. He has bright, shining black eyes, always curious, looking at everything. He has a well-built body from years of boxing.

Race: Human

Age: 19

Personality: He's the type of person who takes things at face value, optimistically speaking. He'll always assume the best intentions out of everybody, and even if he's proven wrong, he's quick to forgive and forget. He's curious about everything, and likes to learn new things and tries to master everything he's learnt. He gives off the feeling of being impressionable, but he makes his own decisions, and it was his decision to appear like that in the first place because he generally trusts people.

Background: In his past life, Astrum was the type of person that excelled in everything they did. He studied well, had many friends, and excelled at sports, and he was even an amateur boxer. His uncle introduced him to it around the time his mother died, so he's kept at it since he was young becoming fairly competent as a boxer. With so many things going for him, it would be a good assumption he would miss his previous life, and he does, but his mother had told him on her deathbed to enjoy life as it comes. The year he was pulled into another world was the year he began to live his own life. Graduating from high school, he was finally beginning to move on his own.

From one stage of life to another, except instead of university it was another world. Maybe he suited being a warrior more, but you would tell him to reincarnate into a land with magic in it without being a wizard? There's no way he'd pass up such an opportunity.

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Class: Magician

Skills:

• Fire bolt: A basic bolt of fire. Travels fast, goes far, but does relatively small amounts of damage.
• Shock bolt: A basic bolt of lightning. Has a very low chance of paralysis, but the smaller a creature, is the higher the chance that it'll proc.
• Velocity: A passive skill that increases the velocity of his offensive spells. It doesn't change their damage output or anything else but their speed, but it make fire bolt and shock bolt travel near instantly, so it's a useful skill to have, even if it has mostly niche uses with his current spells.
• Speed: Support spell that doubles speed for a short time. Since it applies to everything, strikes, cooking, sprinting, etc. it has a very short duration only 10 seconds or so. Its cost is relatively low as well, however.
• Air Step: Gather wind magic under your feet to provide an additional step in mid-air, as if you were leaping off of solid ground. Astrum can use it to correct his posture in mid-air to deliver a punch or aim more accurately.

Special Ability/Item: TBA

Secret password: Cutie :3

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

I'm not sure if you're supposed to name your character their otherworld name or their real name, but I stuck with other world because I can't think of his normal name right now. ^^;

Astrum Galliaster

"This place is rad,"

Name : Astrum Galliaster (call him Galli for short, he prefers it.)

Appearance : Astrum gives off the impression of a bright and excited kid, because he is, but he's a little too old to be called a kid anymore. He has fairly short black hair, but as it grows he starts having to brush his bangs off his forehead because it gets in the way. He has bright, shining black eyes, always curious, looking at everything. He has a well-built body from years of boxing.

Race: Human

Age: 19

Personality: He's the type of person who takes things at face value, optimistically speaking. He'll always assume the best intentions out of everybody, and even if he's proven wrong, he's quick to forgive and forget. He's curious about everything, and likes to learn new things and tries to master everything he's learnt. He gives off the feeling of being impressionable, but he makes his own decisions, and it was his decision to appear like that in the first place because he generally trusts people.

Background: In his past life, Astrum was the type of person that excelled in everything they did. He studied well, had many friends, and excelled at sports, and he was even an amateur boxer. His uncle introduced him to it around the time his mother died, so he's kept at it since he was young becoming fairly competent as a boxer. With so many things going for him, it would be a good assumption he would miss his previous life, and he does, but his mother had told him on her deathbed to enjoy life as it comes. The year he was pulled into another world was the year he began to live his own life. Graduating from high school, he was finally beginning to move on his own.

From one stage of life to another, except instead of university it was another world. Maybe he suited being a warrior more, but you would tell him to reincarnate into a land with magic in it without being a wizard? There's no way he'd pass up such an opportunity.

---

Class: Magician

Skills:

• Fire bolt: A basic bolt of fire. Travels fast, goes far, but does relatively small amounts of damage.
• Shock bolt: A basic bolt of lightning. Has a very low chance of paralysis, but the smaller a creature, is the higher the chance that it'll proc.
• Velocity: A passive skill that increases the velocity of his offensive spells. It doesn't change their damage output or anything else but their speed, but it make fire bolt and shock bolt travel near instantly, so it's a useful skill to have, even if it has mostly niche uses with his current spells.
• Speed: Support spell that doubles speed for a short time. Since it applies to everything, strikes, cooking, sprinting, etc. it has a very short duration only 10 seconds or so. Its cost is relatively low as well, however.
• Air Step: Gather wind magic under your feet to provide an additional step in mid-air, as if you were leaping off of solid ground. Astrum can use it to correct his posture in mid-air to deliver a punch or aim more accurately.

Special Ability/Item: TBA

Secret password: Cutie :3

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Whew, no sweat then. I've been tossing this character around in my head for a bit so all I have to do is put him into words. Shouldn't be long. :D

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Hello! I'm interested to join the RP, is there any slots left still? I heard there might be a deadline for characters or something along those lines but I think I'd be able to finish making mine by the end of today if necessary.

Royal Rumble!

A King's Gambit 2

Alto was able to enter God Speed at just the right moment. The shock wave cracked at the space he used to be. He re-entered normal speed at a distance back from where he stood, faltering to his knees. He didn't have any wounds, but 'dodging' a shock wave wasn't something you did. You can avoid the majority of the damage but there's no way to completely avoid everything besides not being in the blast radius to begin with, or exiting the blast radius before it reached you which is a feat only Alto could do.

King wouldn't stand a chance. Maybe it wasn't something that would kill him, but it would put him out of the fight.

Then he saw King sailing through the air, saber flying in a different direction, smile still present on his face. In his other hand was a transceiver like device. Before the thunder, Alto heard the sound of warship cannons being aimed.

"Fire!" Drake shouted from up above.

All cannons aimed, all shells were fired. Jokey keeping watch furiously for any stray shot veering too far out of control. It was far too risky to rely on goodwill. Any shot heading towards the city, he pressed a button and took control to guide it back. There was a reason they were doing this, and it was not for exposure.

King's gambit was a simple one, the enemy was one who could shift dimensions. What they had to do was force him into a situation where he couldn't. King and Alto were dual roles, front-line and distraction. Whichever one worked, really. The warship was the second sword, there may never be a need for it, but if there is a need not having one is fatal.

But would even a second sword work? There'd be no way to know until the shells hit.

Static was still coming through the transciever. It was even harder to hear with the dimensional interference.

".̸̟͎̗̘.̜̣.̞̟͙̠-̹̻̠͔̪͓͟.̴̰.͏̳̜̥.̝̱̪̕.̤̮̮̞̭̹̭͟.̷͈̻͍̯̭-̴͈̹̥̮͎̰ s̰̩͍ͯͪͥ͑͛͟o̰͕͡m̟̤̽ͅe̒͌͏̺̯̤̞̘̬t͓̟͙̹̋ͨͧ͗͒̈ͣ͟ḥͨͭͧ͆i̷̗̤̮̤̼n͇̹͖g̱͈̲͔͓͓͊'̩̈́̄͐͘ș̗̰̆͛̐̂͌̚.̣̬̦͜.̫̤̺͎̞̕.͍̹͕̖̟͖͝-̻̰.́.̶͉̟̰͎̱̗.̱̭͎̳̖ͅ.̺̬̲͔̹͡.-͔̼̳w̧̯͖̮͉̤͉̹ͭŕ̤͍̬o̥̭̒ͯn̟̰̙̝̠̹͕̏g̹̖͆ͦ̚!"

@KillamriX88 @Crazy Scion

L'Mordryn Academy

Clarence and Mort

Name | Clarence Chaunce Veill
Age | 15
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | Adept 1
House | House Phantasma
Appearance/Attire | Clarence stands at 5 foot 6, a little short for the males in his family, which is something he developed a complex about. He has red hair and soft brown eyes, and although he tries his hardest to glare, the most serious looking he can get is mildly focused.

Alignment | Companion

Personality/Habits | Clarence tries to keep a collected expression at all times but it is only there to hide the soft interior underneath. Clarence is a rather anxious individual, and he gets stressed easily. He begins to worry about assignments and deadlines more than a week before they would normally matter. L'Mordryn is less stringent on assignments but ultimately tests give him more grief. He's always afraid of his secret being exposed, and losing the footing he's tried his hardest to reach with his own power.

Background | The Veill family is a relatively young noble family. However, in recent years they have come beholden to many strong Invokers. They had success after success, until finally it came down to Clarence. The story of how he came to deal with such pressure from his family is a story for another time, but just know that the pressure was there when it comes to the story of Mort.

Clarence showed his talent by summoning a familiar before he had even entered L'Mordryn. A possessed hammer with an extremely strong link. The Veill family felt right to send him off to L'Mordryn when he became of age, where he quickly gained the rank of adept.

Mort wasn't what he had told his family his familiar was named. He told them it was named Orewing, which wasn't a falsehood. Orewing was what he named the hammer. He had summoned neither the hammer nor the spirit possessing it from a realm.

On a rainy day they had met.
--
"What's your name?" A slightly younger Clarence asked.

"I don't know," The spirit replied.

"Where did you come from?"

"...It's not a place to come back to." He sounded melancholic.

"…What should I call you?"

"…Mort."
--
The word Mort was the only thing left on his tombstone. He awoke as a spirit bound to the realm. He knew he had once been alive, and now he was not alive, but he knew nothing else. He knew his body was there because he had risen from it, but there was nothing else for him there, so he left. And he wandered. And then they met.

The rest is history. Clarence, for once in his life, found he had the desire to do something for someone else. An earthbound spirit was something he'd never heard of, and something he could find no information on when he looked in the library. But how about the Realms? Could he be recognized by another familiar?

House Phantasma may hold the answer. And so he tries his hardest to hone his skills. Sharpen his vision. To find the answer to the question he had asked, and so the deception may one day meet its end.

Favorite Summons | Mort/Orewing
Orewing is a steel war-hammer with a vastly shortened grip, only just enough for two hands to wield. It is adorned with a face on one side, and wing motifs throughout. Orewing is not special in any way other than perhaps the unique design, Clarence had it forged discretely, and the design was to attract attention to make the ruse less conspicuous.

Mort is an earthbound lesser spirit with the power of possession. Once an object is possessed, Mort can manipulate the object by moving it around, similarly to a poltergeist. Mort cannot possess anything larger or heavier than Orewing at this current point in time, but weight and size don't affect Mort's manoeuvrability much while possessing an item. He is able to fly with ease, and can even carry Clarence if Clarence is holding on to Orewing.

Mort feels like a sort of mentor to Clarence. Clarence knows more about the world, but he has a tendency to second guess himself and his knowledge. Mort knows little but is firm in what he knows, and he knows Clarence isn't all fakery and bluster. He can see the potential Clarence has, and though it may never reach the heights Clarence imagines he must reach, Mort will help him until he no longer can.

L'Mordryn Academy

Clarence is relatively new, and owing to his natural nervousness I doubt he'd have joined a club yet. ^^;

L'Mordryn Academy

@RoflsMazoy
Ok, so it says nether Mort nor Orewing was summoned from a realm...and Mort is basically an earthbound spirit who became Clarence's companion...which is fine...so where did Orewing come from? Nothing's wrong, I just feel like I'm missing a piece of the story.

@Artifex

Oh right I forgot about Orewing, but it is just a normal hammer. I'd say he either had Orewing forged discretely or found it, I guess I'll go with forged since it has a unique design. But other than that the sheet is fine?

L'Mordryn Academy

@Artifex
Here we go I finished Clarence and Mort.

There's a bunch of stuff in there I think I'll need you to look at since I don't know how much of the things I assumed are alright by you. I'm also not really sure what level to put him under given the circumstances, so some feedback on that would be nice too.

Though, it's about time for me to sleep so I won't be able to act on any feedback for a while.

Clarence and Mort

Name | Clarence Chaunce Veill
Age | 15
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | Adept 1
House | House Phantasma
Appearance/Attire | Clarence stands at 5 foot 6, a little short for the males in his family, which is something he developed a complex about. He has red hair and soft brown eyes, and although he tries his hardest to glare, the most serious looking he can get is mildly focused.

Alignment | Companion

Personality/Habits | Clarence tries to keep a collected expression at all times but it is only there to hide the soft interior underneath. Clarence is a rather anxious individual, and he gets stressed easily. He begins to worry about assignments and deadlines more than a week before they would normally matter. L'Mordryn is less stringent on assignments but ultimately tests give him more grief. He's always afraid of his secret being exposed, and losing the footing he's tried his hardest to reach with his own power.

Background | The Veill family is a relatively young noble family. However, in recent years they have come beholden to many strong Invokers. They had success after success, until finally it came down to Clarence. The story of how he came to deal with such pressure from his family is a story for another time, but just know that the pressure was there when it comes to the story of Mort.

Clarence showed his talent by summoning a familiar before he had even entered L'Mordryn. A possessed hammer with an extremely strong link. The Veill family felt right to send him off to L'Mordryn when he became of age, where he quickly gained the rank of adept.

Mort wasn't what he had told his family his familiar was named. He told them it was named Orewing, which wasn't a falsehood. Orewing was what he named the hammer. He had summoned neither the hammer nor the spirit possessing it from a realm.

On a rainy day they had met.
--
"What's your name?" A slightly younger Clarence asked.

"I don't know," The spirit replied.

"Where did you come from?"

"...It's not a place to come back to." He sounded melancholic.

"…What should I call you?"

"…Mort."
--
The word Mort was the only thing left on his tombstone. He awoke as a spirit bound to the realm. He knew he had once been alive, and now he was not alive, but he knew nothing else. He knew his body was there because he had risen from it, but there was nothing else for him there, so he left. And he wandered. And then they met.

The rest is history. Clarence, for once in his life, found he had the desire to do something for someone else. An earthbound spirit was something he'd never heard of, and something he could find no information on when he looked in the library. But how about the Realms? Could he be recognized by another familiar?

House Phantasma may hold the answer. And so he tries his hardest to hone his skills. Sharpen his vision. To find the answer to the question he had asked, and so the deception may one day meet its end.

Favorite Summons | Mort/Orewing
Orewing is a steel war-hammer with a vastly shortened grip, only just enough for two hands to wield. It is adorned with a face on one side, and wing motifs throughout. Orewing is not special in any way other than perhaps the unique design, Clarence had it forged discretely, and the design was to attract attention to make the ruse less conspicuous.

Mort is an earthbound lesser spirit with the power of possession. Once an object is possessed, Mort can manipulate the object by moving it around, similarly to a poltergeist. Mort cannot possess anything larger or heavier than Orewing at this current point in time, but weight and size don't affect Mort's manoeuvrability much while possessing an item. He is able to fly with ease, and can even carry Clarence if Clarence is holding on to Orewing.

Mort feels like a sort of mentor to Clarence. Clarence knows more about the world, but he has a tendency to second guess himself and his knowledge. Mort knows little but is firm in what he knows, and he knows Clarence isn't all fakery and bluster. He can see the potential Clarence has, and though it may never reach the heights Clarence imagines he must reach, Mort will help him until he no longer can.