Saltwater Thief

Law, Order, & Equivalence: A Fullmetal Alchemist RP

That is unfortunate to hear. I'll see what I can do.

RWBY based RP

I've got two ideas. One is a rogue/ninja style speedster, the other is a frontline fighter with a broadsword. If anybody has any input one way or another, I'm open to swaying while I brainstorm.

RWBY based RP

Interested I am, if space there still is.

Law, Order, & Equivalence: A Fullmetal Alchemist RP

I had an idea of a card-based Alchemist. A bit like Gambit from X-Men using a mixture of alchemy and alkahestry, drawing circles onto a special deck of cards and using the alkahestry technique to transmute from a distance. Would that be okay?

@GingerBoi123

Sounds alright to me, put it to writing and let's take a look!

Saltwater's CS Bank

Sophie, Psychic Powered RP

Name: Sophie Castellia

Age: 19

Appearance:

Hider

Power/ Talent: Surge- Sophie's power is very unique in that it relates to other psychic abilities. Specifically, she has the ability to increase the power of nearby psychics by several magnitudes. How great the boost is depends on Sophie's interaction with the intended recipient(s); she subconsciously buffs all abilities in the area around her by a small amount, but if she focuses she can increase the degree on specific allies. Conversely, if her emotions run high and she loses herself, the effects increase and decrease completely at random until she calms down. But the most powerful form of her ability comes from touch; if Sophie physically touches another psychic and applies herself, their abilities increase in power and flexibility by an absurd amount while the contact is maintained.

Biography: Six years ago, Sophie Castellia was just a normal teenage girl living a normal teenage life. She went to school, she did her homework, and she daydreamed. But, where most girls her age daydreamed about boys (and some of them about other girls) or their ideal, fulfilling careers, Sophie daydreamed about something more abstract; she dreamed of doing some good in the world, helping to better the planet she called home in some meaningful way. And she held that idea into High School, where she signed up for the ROTC program. Her intention was to use that to go into a career in the Armed Forces, but it was cut short when her physical capacities were found wanting. The program told her "Sorry, no thank you" and left it at that. At first, she thought, it was no matter; surely there were other avenues, other paths by which she could help others. And so she soldiered on.

Something changed, however, when her unique ability woke up. She'd known about the generic psychic abilities, although hers were weak enough that she could hide them, the same as everyone else. But it wasn't until just after her High School graduation that she discovered Surge. It’s discovery is not an event she goes into details on if she can ever avoid it; it was an accident, a major accident that resulted in most of her friends dying and one of them, her best friend Moriah, left in a coma. Because of it, Sophie had gone into self-inflicted isolation; she didn't associate with anybody, psychic or not, and she worked the graveyard shift because she couldn’t sleep at night. One day, a pair of the Sector’s cohorts came to visit, promising her help and an opportunity to do some good in the world again...

Hobbies: Reading, drawing, and gardening (it helps keep her calm).

Personality: Sophie is, or rather was, an idealist. She was quick with a kind word, or a hug for those okay with that, and always had something positive or optimistic to say, sometimes almost to the line of naivety. Theoretically, she still is of that quality- but it's all been buried under a mask of stone that refuses to connect with anyone.

Role in Sector X: N/A

Additional Info: Sophie's basic abilities (telekinesis and telepathy) are comparatively weak... unless she Surges herself, that is.

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Alexander, Sky Boy

Name: Alexander Alestros

Birthdate: September 7th

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Parental involvement: Just about none. Never really wanted him, often pretended he wasn’t there.

Appearance: Above average height, fairly skinny, light skin. His hair hangs about ear length and is dirty blonde except for one swath in the front that grows in a blue color.

Item: A dark blue colored feather that he keeps on a necklace. On Earth, it does nothing except look pretty. On Sylvent, it was the basis for the connection between rider and stormwing, and bestowed a variety of effects necessary for high-speed flight.

Compass: Nonsense 1, Virtue 0

Short history/personality:
Alexander didn’t really have much of a childhood. His parents birthed him, raised him to the point he could manage himself physically, then basically ignored him. He went through life not really knowing parental affection… until, at age 11, he found himself in the world of Sylvent. A world high above the clouds, where people lived on floating shards of earth and travelled the winds by way of large airships and airbourne fauna. Most important of these were the stormwings, great birds that boasted mastery of the skies. Each denizen of Sylvent bonded with a stormwing for life, relying on them for many things. And, surprisingly, Alexander found himself bonded to one as well despite being a traveler- specifically a blue stormwing, the sight of which had never been seen in living memory. He soon discovered that she flew faster, turned sharper, and landed more smoothly than almost any other, and he set himself to learning how to work with her and soar through the air.

Eventually he found himself in the company of Captain Halden, leader of a band of sky pirates. Halden took a shine to Alexander, and soon the boy found himself falling in with the crew. Halden in particular soon became something of a father figure to Alexander, and he was relieved as he grew older to discover that while they called themselves pirates, they actually worked for the good of the people and mainly took on tasks toward their betterment.

Years quite literally flew by, until one day Alexander found himself in a terrible scenario; to either watch as his stormwing was killed in front of him, or to throw himself to the clouds below. And he chose to take his chances on the desolate land beneath the sky. What he did not expect, however, was to arrive back on earth. Changed and aged, but now robbed of what had become his home. As he came to realize that his parents hadn’t even bothered to search for him, he tried to make things work for the best… until he learned of a peculiar school, one that served as a haven for those who’d found other worlds to call home and longed to return. He departed for it as fast as he could without actually flying- a fact he could hardly stand.

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Petyr Jelen, Superpowered RP

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Petyr Jelen

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
-Faramir, The Two Towers

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The Basics

|Name|

Petyr Silvich Jelen

|Nickname|

"Pete": Hates it. When asked why, his response is "It's a bastardization of a completely different name that happens to sound like mine. Don't call me it."

|Birth Date|

October 15th, 1997

|Age|

17

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Heterosexual

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In The Mirror

|In Depth Appearance|

Petyr stands at 5'10", a little taller than his sister, but roughly average height for his age. He has dark brown hair that curls naturally around his head when it's long enough, and try as he might he can never seem to keep it in any kind of styling for long. He shaves regularly, but likes to keep a light amount of facial hair. In addition, he's a complete beanpole; very skinny, but not unhealthily so. He typically wears dark colors, lots of blacks, and enjoys wearing a button-up shirt over a plain t-shirt with cargo pants.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

None

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Getting to Know Me

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔ Rock & Roll
✔ His sister
✔ Winter weather
✔ Pepperoni pizza
✔ Lord of the Rings
✔ His drum kit
✔ Blondes

✘ People who try to bully his sister
✘ Tattoos (not people who have them, the things themselves)
✘ Mornings
✘ The neighborhood Noise Curfew
✘ Small Town USA
✘ Never having known his mom
✘ Mushrooms (same as his sister)

|Hobbies|

Playing the drums, Listening to music, Reading

|Habits|

Tapping rhythmically on things, squatting when in deep thought, & walking backwards when conversing with someone while moving

|Fears|

☠Losing more of his family
☠Rejection & Failure
☠Dying

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Delving Deeper

|Personality|

♦ Cheerful ♦ Protective ♦ Quick-Witted ♦ Anxious ♦

The best way to describe Petyr is to compare him to the snowy days he enjoys so much. On the surface, he usually seems very peaceful and collected, but that is because he's very good at hiding his internal struggles under a blanket of serenity. The actuality of it is that Petyr is a bit of an anxious mess, always worrying that he might not measure up in whatever way. When he puts his mind to it though, he does everything he can to pull through for the people he cares about.

|History|

It all happened so fast. One minute, Maria Jelen was on the delivery table having her baby boy coaxed out of her and into the world. Seven minutes after that, his sister followed. And then the problems happened. The monitors went crazy as the newly made mother began to struggle. The doctors cleared the babies and her husband to try and save her, but they would ultimately fail. Such was the first of many rough times that would eventually come upon the Jelen family.

Petyr and Nina's father was forced to take more hours at work to support his family as a single dad, leaving the twins very much in charge of themselves. They came to lean on one another, even more so than most siblings, as they grew up. Nina would let Petyr take the lead most of the time, and he would happily take it in his youth, but as he grew older her deference to and reliance on him would make him come to grips with the idea that he was the acting man of the house while their father was away. From there, the worrying started. What if he messed up? What if Nina or dad needed him to come through, and he couldn't? It was maddening, and it probably would have driven him into depression if he hadn't found a love for music.

Ever since he was 10, Petyr had loved the sound of rock and roll. Particularly the drums, how they resounded throughout an entire song. When he was 13, he decided he wanted his own kit. Knowing that his father couldn't afford it, Petyr took to taking small chores around town for small change; mow a lawn for $5, paint a wall for $7, but he really hit in the winter months when he would shovel snowy driveways for $10 each. Slowly but surely, he saved every penny he could make until he could afford a secondhand kit in decent condition. And then he practiced, at least as much as he could between school and the noise curfew. He would have joined a band at school, but there was no way to do that and hold his part-time job at the coffee shop, so he settled for continuing to practice at home. He isn't sure what he wants to do with his life, but he's fairly certain sticking with Nina will be part of whatever it ends up being.

|Family|

Silvester Jelen, Father. Age 47. Silvester raised his son and daughter the best he could on his own, however his world schedule was rather demanding and left the twins alone quite often. Petyr is closer to him than Nina is, but not by much.

Nina Jelen, sister. Age 17. Petyr’s best friend, and constant companion. They were born only seven minutes apart, but have not really separated from one another for very long. They always have each other’s backs, even if there are secrets they keep from each other (Petyr mainly keeps his deeper insecurities from her).

|Theme Song|

Untraveled Road by Thousand Foot Krutch
_{”So before we depart, let's leave a mark,
Because light shines brighter in the dark”}

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My Superpower

|Power Name|

Cryogenesis

|Power Descrption|

Petyr can create ice, snow, and freezing temperatures around him at will.

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

Ice Petyr creates will melt at normal speed unless he constantly supplies it with cold, and warmer areas will require more energy to use his ability. Prolonged use can result in a sharp drop in his body temperature, and if invoked too much will result in hypothermia.

Law, Order, & Equivalence: A Fullmetal Alchemist RP

IC is made, have at it!

Law, Order, & Equivalence: A Fullmetal Alchemist RP

Law, Order, & Equivalence

The Office of General Rheinmetall

There were few things Anthony Rheinmetall hated more than reading paperwork. It was all the more ironic, then, that his position as the Director of AMSIF was almost exclusively that, but even the Iron Saber himself had to admit that his days of direct action were likely behind him. He still had the fire of a military man in him and doubted he would ever lose it, but at age 55 his body couldn't quite keep up with his heart and soul anymore. No, he thought idly, much as he hated to concede it, the field work was better left to the younger folks. Like the dozen new recruits whose dossiers he was currently examining, or his two Brigadier Generals who sat on the other side of his desk reviewing them with him.

"Seems a promising lot to me," he said in his gruff, almost gravely voice, "What do the two of you think?"

Amelia Remington pursed her lips and furrowed her brow as she lifted one of them to take another look. "Hmm. Some of them I find a little... not concerning per say, but a bit wary," she said, "Some of their capacities seem to fall on the side of the bizarre."

"Well then you of all people should be sympathetic," replied James Sherman as he folded his hands and looked at his colleague, "After all, how many questioned the application of hydrodynamic alchemy in a live fire scenario while you were making your way up?"

Amelia had to admit he had a point. While her moniker of "The Rain Alchemist" was almost a household name these days, on her climb through the ranks she'd had to endure plenty of mocking smirks and backhanded comments about her experimental techniques and their perceived limited usefulness. "A fair criticism," she replied, "And you are correct. But we shall see in time."

"If you ask me," James continued, "The stranger ones interest me all the more. I'm actually excited to see how they apply their gifts in the field. And I'm looking forward to working with them besides."

"You just have a gift of going with the flow, don't you James?" Amelia said as she smiled, "I'm almost envious of it."

"Nonsense, I hate it when things go off the rails," he said, "Why do you think they call me 'The Conductor'?"

In truth, James Sherman was called that because of his uncanny ability to keep things running on a time schedule and his past working on the Amestris Railroad before he joined the military. A simple moniker, but he enjoyed playing it off as having some hidden and intimidating depth. He had no alchemical abilities, but he was sharp of mind, quick of wit, his investigative work was top-notch, and his skill with a knife was lethal.

"I believe you both are equally correct," Anthony said, "Their abilities offer great promise- if utilized correctly. Whether or not they have the mettle to do so is what we'll swiftly discover. Let us hope they'll give us a strong showing; with the tension rising on the Creta border and that peace treaty with Aerugo still drying its ink, we'll need all the support we can get."

A grim silence followed his words. Amestris's border clashes were still fresh in the minds of every member of the military, and with many of the nation's able bodies called away to her defense abroad there was great pressure on AMSIF to perform and keep things under control at home. Would these new recruits be up to the task? Only time would tell.

"Very well," the General said as he stood up, "I've a meeting to attend very shortly. May I trust the two of you to organize and assign some cases for the fresh meat, see how they'll stack up?"

"Yes sir!"

OOC Information
At present, the RP is in a Downtime Segment where players are free to post about their characters in their daily life away from the job. You've already been inducted into AMSIF properly, so feel free to detail time spent in the barracks if you wish. There's all manner of things there, including showers, a pool, a gym, firing ranges, and even a facility for practicing martial arts or boxing, plus anything else you'd like to write about so long as it's sensible. Feel free to converse with your fellow players or with NPCs (I will respond), we'll get moving once acceptance is finished!

Through the Doors of our hearts - Finished

Alexander

"Uh, the fountain? Sure, I guess," Wash replied as he glanced over toward the window. Checking the sun for the time of day like always, "I'm not expected for shift until well after nightfall."

"Shift? You have a job here?" Alexander asked, curiously. It was rather hard to imagine Wash picking up a basic old job.

"Man's gotta eat doesn't he?" Wash replied as he stood up and left some money on the table, "I work on a boat nearby."

"Ship," Alexander corrected as they moved to follow Kade and Hannah. That was always a sticking point, it was not a boat it was a ship, and any man who said the B-word was like to be dangled overboard for a time.

"Nah, this one's a boat Xander. Horrifyingly small, wouldn't last a second in any kind of fight. Thing can't even get airborne, that's the worst part. I'm still not used to the water splashing up at me."

"Well at least you're working something with sails and rigging!" Alexander replied, "That's gotta count for something." Spoken, he thought, just like a man who hadn't set foot on a deck in far too long.

"You'd think," Wash replied a little glumly, "But really all it does is pass the time. They take care of you around here, far as needs, but it's just the same old junk day in and day out. It gets boring in no time."

They walked for a bit, not that fountain was far, but as they did Wash seemed to fidget internally, as though he had something he was burning to ask. Before much time had passed however, he finally gave it a voice.

"Xander... did something happen on the ship?"

"Hmm?" Alexander said, "Not that I'm aware of, though that doesn't say much."

"Well," Wash fiddled, "Then why are you here?"

"Oh, that," Alexander's mood immediately went south, "That's a long story. Pretty much... I fell through the clouds, almost the same as you. But I didn't end up here, I went... back to where I came from. There's a place there, for people like me. People who were born one place, but came alive somewhere else. It's there to help us get used to not being where we belong."

"I see," Wash said, "But that's not here, so..."

"That would be because-" Alexander paused for a moment. Kade had nudged Hannah when she nearly asked about the castle, and he'd advised a lot of caution before they even came in. "I'm not sure I can tell you that, Wash. Never show the Dead Man's Dice to your neighbor, yeah?"

"If you say so," Wash shrugged.

A short silence passed between them, both boys out of their element and not fond of it one bit. Then a smile bridged Alexander's face as he had an idea.

"As I was flying to Elbith, twas on a market day," he began to lightly sing.

It took Wash a moment, but once he knew what was happening his face lit up. "I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay!" he sang, joining in.

"That's a lie, that's a lie, that's a lie, lie, lie!" the young men sang in unison.

"This ram and I got drunk, sir, we bought the bar a round!" Alexander continued.

"And when we sobered up sir, we were out among the clouds!" Wash followed up.

"That's a lie, that's a lie, that's a lie, lie, lie!"