Sanity43217

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Jason chortled as he drew his sword. Pointing it at the beast, as his free hand unclasped his messenger bag. The Kopis felt natural in his hand. Weight for him, it was nice, but it wasn't really his style. At least this fight would get them to fight as a team. Spinning the sword in his hand, began to take charge of the situation. The natural leadership of his parentage coming through. "Split into three teams. We don't have to win, just buy some time." Jason called to the assembled group. He moved around to the left of the creature, lightning beginning to crackle around his blade. "Those with environmental powers create a barrier. A ravine, a wall of fire, anything." He swung his sword at the Drakon, discharging the built up lightning. "You'll be playing defence, keeping it away from Tony." Jason leapt back to narrowly avoid a spurt of the corrosive venom. "Those with offensive powers, move around, and attack from the sides. You'll be less at risk of the acid spurts." Jason began swirling a disc of air in the palm of his left hand. "Those without combat powers, or weapons, stay out of the way, and help any of us who fall." He flicked out his left arm, letting the air disc to launch out and ricochet harmlessly off the scales. "Oh, and you two..." He pointed at the two who had bows and arrows. "It should go without saying, but use us as a distraction, and hit those eyes." He said pointing at the creature's eyes. This momentary break in concentration got Jason smacked across the field. Skidding to a halt about fifty metres away, face down in the dirt.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Hi, y'all can call me Sanity. I'm on Australian Eastern Standard time (AEST).

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Name: Numair al-Din, Member of the Order of the Raven
Age: 23
Gender: male
Race: human
Personality: Numair is slow to anger but can be merciless and relentless once a situation has escalated to violence. He'd rather eat his armour than admit when he's wrong. Numair fights for those who cannot fight for themselves. Taking great pride in pride in protecting the downtrodden. He works by a work hard play hard attitude. Seeing that he must earn his rest, he often works very hard when given a task, so that he may rest, knowing he has done a good job.
Appearance: Numair al-Din is about 5'11 with an athletic build, from a childhood of combat training. He keeps his blonde hair short. He is often seen wearing the junior uniform of the Order of the Raven. A mix of leather, mail and plate armours. Designed for maximum protection of vital areas, while retaining good mobility. On his hip, he carries a rapier and a shortsword. With an additional dagger sheathed on the small of his back, and in his boot.
Class: Eldritch Knight
The archetypal Eldritch Knight combines the martial mastery common to all fighters with a careful study of magic. Eldritch Knights use magical techniques similar to those practised by wizards. They focus their study on two of the eight schools of magic: abjuration and evocation. Abjuration spells grant an Eldritch Knight additional protection in battle, and evocation spells to deal damage to many foes at once, extending the fighter's reach in combat. These knights learn a comparatively small number of spells, committing them to memory instead of keeping them in a spellbook.

Story:

Hider

Numair al-Din was an orphan. Never knew his real parents. Spent his early years in an orphanage. At the orphanage, even at a young age, he always tried to stand up for the smaller children, and as a result, was beaten often. As is the policy for the Orphanage, when he turned twelve, he was to be turned to the street. However, first, he had to attend a Career's Fair, and become an apprentice somewhere. Forced to choose his life long profession at twelve, with so many options was daunting.
He spotted a hooded figure standing in a corner, and approached. The man said he was looking for potential recruits for the Order of the Raven. A Chivalric Order working to protect the innocent from harm. An organisation that works in the darkness to achieve the greater good.
Numair asked to join, and the man agreed to test to see if he was worthy. By the end of the day, Numair had yet to receive a job offer and was put out on the streets. Two days later, he witnessed an old man getting beaten by a couple of ruffians. He stepped in to help. Facing off against the two larger men, he was ready to get beaten to allow the old man a chance to escape. However, the old man turned out to be the Knight of the Order, who he had spoken to a couple of days prior. The man, who would reveal his name as Mokci, defended Numair and told him he had passed the test and would be trained as Knight of the Order of the Raven.
Numair spent the next ten years training in both sword and magic, preparing for his trials.
A year ago, he completed two of the three trials to become a knight, but must now face the third on his. Having spent the last year travelling to find a suitable accomplishment to claim as the third trial.

Motive: A member of the Order of the Raven must prove themselves before they can be knighted. Defending the kingdom is one of the simpler ways of doing this.

Brokmarts - Academy Of Spells

Approved.

Name:Quincy Morgenstern

Age: 22

Appearance

Apperance

Gender: Male

Year: 1st

Dicsipline: Knowledge

Bio: Quincy was born in L.A. California to very superstitious parents they had always been about healing crystals and such and for a while Quincy thought they were crazy. So once he was old enough to move out he flew the coop as fast as humanly possible and moved to Brooklyn . He passed by Brokmarts multiple times never knowing it's secret. He had always been a reader so every once in a while he would think of going into the little bookstore but never acted on it. That was until he got a epilogue in one of his books telling him to go to the little bookstore. Figuring why not as he enjoyed reading anyways he walked to the bookstore and was surprised when it turned out to be a school for people with magical aptitude and after taking the tests found out his discipline turned out to be Knowledge.

Test Results

Problem Solving: Tester Struggles with being creative and works better when given precise directions and a plan

Ethics/Morals: Tester has a balanced sense of morals and will help people when in need but also looks out for themselves in certain situations

Magical Aptitude: Tester has a normal sense of magical aptitude like most of the students that attend the institute

Learning Speed: Tester showed to be able to learn new skills or topics quite quickly and easily and have a firm grasp on their concept showing he truly understood them

Team Work: Tester seems to be neutral in this subject working well when by himself and working well when In a group of course it can be improved as he showed to get easily frustrated when they wouldn't understand the assignment

Here is my dude

@Jasper19

The Fall of the Corps

The Guardians nodded at the replacement. Humans had traditionally had a good track record within the Corps, so having one on the team shouldn't hurt, even if he was a bit green. "As far as we can tell, that armour seems to possess a similar output as your rings." A Guardian spoke. "However, instead of forming constructs, it seems to be geared towards doing the opposite." Ona rubbed his chin. This plan surely sounded like it wasn't going to work. The security footage they just saw showed that their construcs weren't going to be enough. Then they were told that the armour of their enemy seemingly countered their only weapons. "They might be immune to your rings, but the scans look like they may be vulnerable to conventional weaponry. The defensive capabilities seem aligned to defending against the green light of willpower." Ona clued onto what they were hinting at. "You will learn to not rely on your rings. At least not on this specific opponent." The Guardian elaborated. "Go now. Strids, is a weapon dealer. We have offered him a reduced sentence if he supplied you with alternative munitions for this mission. He can get just about anything short of a power ring."

Ona was sceptical. He had grown used to using his ring, and now he had to incorporate a new weapon into his arsenal. One that wouldn't feel as natural as a construct. He turned to see an alien entering the hall. He nodded, recognising the being as the Weapon Dealer the Guardian's spoke of.

The Fall of the Corps

@RedVII@rocketrobie2@soren

An explosion racked the sector house.
A figure stepped through the new hole in the side of the structure. "You can't be here." The Lantern Inside said, pointing their fist at the intruder. "Who is going to stop me?" The intruder said calmly. "You?" He asked before chuckling to himself. A green blast flashed across the room. The lantern lowered his arm, after the blast. Thinking the threat passed. However, the chucking started up again. "You think that can stop me." The Lantern shocked, whipped their arm back up, forming chains around the intruder. "No, you can't." The intruder shrugged off the chains. Shattering them like they weren't even there. "I know your Guardians will hear this. The intruder spoke, referring to the security recording that the Guardians were showing the four lanterns. "Gaurdians of the Universe." The intruder spoke, ignoring the lantern before him, as they tried to rain construct attacks onto the intruder. "We, the Risen Demons are coming for you, and your Corps.

With that, the security hologram ended. The Guardians looking down on the four Green Lanterns they had summoned. "As you can see, Ben, Elderayne, Ona, Dorg, this threat is grave." One of the Guardians spoke. "Such a threat cannot go unanswered." Another spoke. "You four have been selected to investigate these, Risen Demons." The stakes were high. Should the four lanterns fail to stop the Risen Demons, an attack on Oa would be imminent. Something the Guardians were not willing to risk. "You four will go to Sector 3595. Investigate what has happened there. Find out how to stop these new threats. Your sectors will be protected, and the lethal force limiters on your rings removed. These Risen Demons must be stopped at all costs."

@Sanity43217

Alrighty, the first post is up, it may not be much, but I chose to leave it open to you lot to see how your new characters will react to their new assignment. It'll get better once we start getting a feel for how each writes these characters.

The Fall of the Corps

An explosion racked the sector house.
A figure stepped through the new hole in the side of the structure. "You can't be here." The Lantern Inside said, pointing their fist at the intruder. "Who is going to stop me?" The intruder said calmly. "You?" He asked before chuckling to himself. A green blast flashed across the room. The lantern lowered his arm, after the blast. Thinking the threat passed. However, the chucking started up again. "You think that can stop me." The Lantern shocked, whipped their arm back up, forming chains around the intruder. "No, you can't." The intruder shrugged off the chains. Shattering them like they weren't even there. "I know your Guardians will hear this. The intruder spoke, referring to the security recording that the Guardians were showing the four lanterns. "Gaurdians of the Universe." The intruder spoke, ignoring the lantern before him, as they tried to rain construct attacks onto the intruder. "We, the Risen Demons are coming for you, and your Corps.

With that, the security hologram ended. The Guardians looking down on the four Green Lanterns they had summoned. "As you can see, Ben, Elderayne, Ona, Dorg, this threat is grave." One of the Guardians spoke. "Such a threat cannot go unanswered." Another spoke. "You four have been selected to investigate these, Risen Demons." The stakes were high. Should the four lanterns fail to stop the Risen Demons, an attack on Oa would be imminent. Something the Guardians were not willing to risk. "You four will go to Sector 3595. Investigate what has happened there. Find out how to stop these new threats. Your sectors will be protected, and the lethal force limiters on your rings removed. These Risen Demons must be stopped at all costs."

Brokmarts - Academy Of Spells

Yeah, still need a few people.

The Fall of the Corps

All good. Dan is approved. You can move him over at your leisure.
I guess four is enough to start. So, I guess I'll start work on getting an opening post up, hopefully by tonight or tomorrow.

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes (Cyberpunk/Vampires)

I was wondering what sort of technology is available to Vigil, and by extension the Hunters?
Would something like this be feasible?