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Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.
Fandoms: Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.
Personality: Ambiguously ?????????????????.
Favorite Homestuck characters: In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.
Hate kanaya and Jade.
My Homestuck class: Bard of Void
Likes: Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.
Dislike: Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.
Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.
Not gonna lie, my motherfucking. brothers from beyond. I am having a little strecth and pull finding my character in all scribbles lyrics so my posts might be a little off.
The arena was present in spirit but Reginus was not. His house had walked in with men covered in robes and with their eyes closed, walking serenely while holding his hands in leather bindings. His wrists had long since started to bruise from the constant wear of them on his delicate surface. His back was straight but his face lacked the strength to stand fully at attention, if his eyes were open they may of looked at the floor but his chin would have to do instead. His once fellow worshipers stripped him of any bondage, standing in nothing but white, under wear. The once pure skin had been covered in dried blood that now looked like soiled tissues on him.
The filth was lazily was splashed away by the flicking of fingers sprayed in water from a ceremonial clay bowel. Most of it was flung at his face violently while the monks kept their eyes sealed shut or merely looked away from him, uttering solemnly "To peace, Coward" his voice vacant of warmth, a tiny spill of obligation and exhaustion boiling out of his heart. The flag of a the holy symbol was blue, glowing with electronics over head behind him while he stood there with the tiny part of dignity he had left.
Sitting in it with his legs crossed over and his hands gripping his knees. Peering to the left and to the right as the others talk before looking directly at the chattering of the bug in rapid monologue of his worries "You know..." he started, stopping as if processing that he trying to converse with a monster out of a sci fi block buster, then starting again "The human body is more capable than some spikes and daggers....." he started with an intake of a breath as he raised his hand as if to offer a larger point but slowly dropped it and looked away as he said simply "Sometimes, the most dangerous things are those that present no danger at all..." he settled, looking forward as the mass of manic organs slowed down into a rhythmic beat.
Whether that signaled relaxation or anticipation is anyone's guess.
Literally the dynamic we got going on here with the houses is,as I motherfucking. peep the people we got powering up.
The Flow is the populist rising. Pissed at Advent for 2 things: probably costing a lot of common people their jobs, unless you're skilled in one area you're basically screwed when local power decides to hire Advent-and probably a lot are pissed at their dead being taken-
2: they see them as one of the negatives charges. The unguided nature that leads to a hedonist and bio-nightmare merkedaia. This fuels the people.
Advent is probably pissed at The Flow for 1: creating regulations and using the same people to stop them doing what they want in certain areas. It probably frustating as fuck to doing all this work to make life easier then have them reject you because some religion told them you were jerky turky.
2: because they are probably legit organizing people awaringly against them. This probably means that over time, publicly people may be forming better counter attacks to their operations.
Gutshot house is probably pissed at them both. The advent probably will just dominant the whole arena given time with all their work. If they own the arena by proxy, they would become so powerful and rich. That and their expirements are probably used enough times on them too.
They might hate The Flow because they are effectively fighting against the arena and the house system. Which, they may not see as a direct threat but politically is a pain in the ass. It's not unfair to assume that any poor/lower class people they might normall recruit or bribe are turning to this surge too, which makes operations harder.
Necrophage power would probably have beef with everyone: The flow wants to end private militaristic forces. The Advent are probably competing and putting them out of business with bug abominations. Gutshot criminal house is probably the only one they might see as a customer.
The dynamics here:
Flow start to get pissed and militarize. The advents is hired to fight them. Gutshot hooks both of them up with Necrophages units and sells guns to them. Acting as a middle man. Advent trades biounits for weapons because even monsters need guns in a ranged fight.
The flow uprising start doing jobs for Gutshot's in order to help pay expenses and get criminal intel/commit sabotage on advent.
We just gutshot and necrophage houses to be at each others throats for some reason and he basically got a secret civil war.
TL DR: The Flow= The People The Advent= The Tech The Scapaleon= The Espionage/intel Tsargorav= The guns and the solders.
Shit. I think you on the point with the red eye camera lens accuracy, robin hood. Ironically enough the movement wouldn't have any sneeze with the human modification because they knowledge rumbled rubic cubes are superior-all their saints are modified specifically to help enlighten them-
They're more like, all shallow end to the end lack of human rights. Yeah, man. Like we can do a thing where. My dude is in a crisis of faith and duty. My guys politically are forming a populist up rising against like, advent. Who are all sore on the inside about their, motherfucking. brothers and mothers being given gooey over coats.
It's like. We got a 3 way houses going on. The advent could be fucking up @Gutshot houses because they keep ruthlessly muscling them out. My dudes are fucking up your house with diplomatic politics and all that paper and pencil. Gutshot guy can want my guys in tact to help push regulation against you guys or something.
but you want my movement destroyed, so like. You can use the arena to convert or destroy what little bit of dignity/face my religion has left.
Shit, my interdimensional kindred of the comic. I get, motherfucking. told I'm like gamzee alot for some reason. Funny thing is, I'm a bard of void or some shambles and shittery.
Fuck. Man, if you wanna throw together some politics with my religion and home owners you're all welcome. I'm open to working with any of your guys to fixing up a scooter to let losoe the hooter on this booter, me shooter.
Humanoid in form, his body is partially skeletal with the clear lines of his ribs waving to the world with each release of breath. His spine pokes out line mole hills when bending and his skinny arms lack any loose skin or fat, making the small slab of muscles peek out like wrapped butcher meat. Ten fingers, Ten toes, a normal heart beat and standing at a unintimidating size of 5,6 even by normal human standards he appears almost unmodified by most respect.
A dreamy cloak of skin shrouds his insides, white like silk and smooth like satin, stains dance on it like oil on water. Not mixing and seeming out of place. This image of a man is broken on his face, his eyes are sowed shut, each of his lids stretched out in massive bags as unknown organs and liquids squirm and pulsate within them. His nostril expand several lumps where his nose joint would be and his mouth is stuffed with several intestines that whistle as he takes each breath. A voice of a man, loudly but calmly escapes an open hole from a loose tube that peeks out from the mess inside his expanded gullet.
Autocratic House:"The Flow" or Estadics Reliada
0 0 0 Symbol: \ I / 0 _ /\/\/\/\ _ 0 / I \ 0 0 0
the Flow came forth as a spiritual reading of Electricity. The concept of positive and negative charges, and how energy moves became the basis for a new spiritual awakening. Originally a scorned cult, it's rapid growth lead many smaller houses and peasants to give them land and money to the point that The Flow spiritual leaders had just as much power collectively as most autocratic houses. Their ascension is a populist one. It doesn't have blood nor deeds to make it a power.
Seven saints were chosen, six answered. Each of these saints subjected themselves to extreme bio-engineering so they may gain a deeper understanding of the universe. Ultimately however, the flow knew that monsters can't dictate mankind to men. After many meditations and scribes, each sacrificed themselves in a message against a matter of society they found evil. Seven were called, six answered.
The Coward fled on his own sacrifice. Meaning to fight a blood thirsty houses head gladiator one on one, without fighting back. In need of satisfactions his temple of disciple were killed and land taken. The Coward was quickly found by the unorganized followers put into the ring. He will fight and partake in barbarity, finishing his hypocrisy or he will die in redemption.
Biological Enhancements:
Beyond Earthly Troubles: The skin that webs his body reacts to blunt and slashing damage with a small, powerful squirt of satin like goop that cements on the touch of air. In essence, new silky skin grows where it has been lost in seconds. Allowing him not to bleed.
The Flow: The new organs inside his skull are made to assist his higher brain functions. The speed of thought of rapidly increased, allowing him to process emotions and think longer in shorter periods.
Sins on the inside: In order to provoke a greater sense of empathy, each of the monks were given sensitive nerves that scream in pain when attacked. What could be a mild for some can be agonizing for the changed.
Master Controller: His extreme addition of frontal lobe support allows total control of his body, from stopping his own heart to inducing certain chemicals on command. The most visible example is the capacity to control all muscles, turning his tiny frame into an imposing force.
Personality:
Reginus is a violently passionate person with a lot of ideas from everything in life, acting with an outspoken nature unbridled by the concept of humility. Quick to say his piece, he will rise his voice to the occasion despite his fears or other attitudes but he, himself while able to come up with ideas on life he inwardly lacks any connection to it. Never satisfied with his own musing nor teachings, a linger of doubt disconnects him from what he invests in.
His guilt looms around him for his failure to find faith that he always purported to have. He switches between a wide range of emotions. Unable to process them and not willing to discuss them. He carries his guilt in silence, but his personality lets slip the damage it has done.
History: (mostly tied up in his house. This will be personal)
One of the most powerful faces of the movement, he regularly spoke loudly at meetings and was unabashed about his controversial ideas. Constantly talking about paths to higher awareness and topics of equality, earning him many press interviews.
Unlike the other masters whom were put together by the first monk and meditated for twenty years. The Coward was a purely public figure and pushed into his position by his media and public love. In many cases the populace thought that he was in fact the leader of the movement entirely. His beginnings were in the art of agricultural industries for most of his childhood and his later years, having been born into the lands of a rural and obscure house that soon fell apart due to inward issues.
Humanoid in form, his body is partially skeletal with the clear lines of his ribs waving to the world with each release of breath. His spine pokes out line mole hills when bending and his skinny arms lack any loose skin or fat, making the small slab of muscles peek out like wrapped butcher meat. Ten fingers, Ten toes, a normal heart beat and standing at a unintimidating size of 5,6 even by normal human standards he appears almost unmodified by most respect.
A dreamy cloak of skin shrouds his insides, white like silk and smooth like satin, stains dance on it like oil on water. Not mixing and seeming out of place. This image of a man is broken on his face, his eyes are sowed shut, each of his lids stretched out in massive bags as unknown organs and liquids squirm and pulsate within them. His nostril expand several lumps where his nose joint would be and his mouth is stuffed with several intestines that whistle as he takes each breath. A voice of a man, loudly but calmly escapes an open hole from a loose tube that peeks out from the mess inside his expanded gullet.
Autocratic House:"The Flow" or Estadics Reliada
0 0 0 Symbol: \ I / 0 _ /\/\/\/\ _ 0 / I \ 0 0 0
the Flow came forth as a spiritual reading of Electricity. The concept of positive and negative charges, and how energy moves became the basis for a new spiritual awakening. Originally a scorned cult, it's rapid growth lead many smaller houses and peasants to give them land and money to the point that The Flow spiritual leaders had just as much power collectively as most autocratic houses. Their ascension is a populist one. It doesn't have blood nor deeds to make it a power.
Seven saints were chosen, six answered. Each of these saints subjected themselves to extreme bio-engineering so they may gain a deeper understanding of the universe. Ultimately however, the flow knew that monsters can't dictate mankind to men. After many meditations and scribes, each sacrificed themselves in a message against a matter of society they found evil. Seven were called, six answered.
The Coward fled on his own sacrifice. Meaning to fight a blood thirsty houses head gladiator one on one, without fighting back. In need of satisfactions his temple of disciple were killed and land taken. The Coward was quickly found by the unorganized followers put into the ring. He will fight and partake in barbarity, finishing his hypocrisy or he will die in redemption.
Biological Enhancements:
Beyond Earthly Troubles: The skin that webs his body reacts to blunt and slashing damage with a small, powerful squirt of satin like goop that cements on the touch of air. In essence, new silky skin grows where it has been lost in seconds. Allowing him not to bleed.
The Flow: The new organs inside his skull are made to assist his higher brain functions. The speed of thought of rapidly increased, allowing him to process emotions and think longer in shorter periods.
Sins on the inside: In order to provoke a greater sense of empathy, each of the monks were given sensitive nerves that scream in pain when attacked. What could be a mild for some can be agonizing for the changed.
Master Controller: His extreme addition of frontal lobe support allows total control of his body, from stopping his own heart to inducing certain chemicals on command. The most visible example is the capacity to control all muscles, turning his tiny frame into an imposing force.
Personality:
Reginus is a violently passionate person with a lot of ideas from everything in life, acting with an outspoken nature unbridled by the concept of humility. Quick to say his piece, he will rise his voice to the occasion despite his fears or other attitudes but he, himself while able to come up with ideas on life he inwardly lacks any connection to it. Never satisfied with his own musing nor teachings, a linger of doubt disconnects him from what he invests in.
His guilt looms around him for his failure to find faith that he always purported to have. He switches between a wide range of emotions. Unable to process them and not willing to discuss them. He carries his guilt in silence, but his personality lets slip the damage it has done.
History: (mostly tied up in his house. This will be personal)
One of the most powerful faces of the movement, he regularly spoke loudly at meetings and was unabashed about his controversial ideas. Constantly talking about paths to higher awareness and topics of equality, earning him many press interviews.
Unlike the other masters whom were put together by the first monk and meditated for twenty years. The Coward was a purely public figure and pushed into his position by his media and public love. In many cases the populace thought that he was in fact the leader of the movement entirely. His beginnings were in the art of agricultural industries for most of his childhood and his later years, having been born into the lands of a rural and obscure house that soon fell apart due to inward issues.
Excuse the length, brother. I tried to keep it small but, motherfucking. It's like telling a teenager to not stand attention at a all girl anime cosplay convention with how drowzy I am.
Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.
[b]Fandoms:[/b] Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.
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Personality:[/b] Ambiguously ?????????????????.
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Favorite Homestuck characters:[/b] In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.
Hate kanaya and Jade.
[b]My Homestuck class:[/b] Bard of Void
[b]Likes:[/b] Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.
[b]Dislike:[/b] Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.
[i]Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><br>Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Fandoms:</span> Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Personality:</span> Ambiguously ?????????????????.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Favorite Homestuck characters:</span> In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.<br><br>Hate kanaya and Jade.<br><br><span class="bb-b">My Homestuck class:</span> Bard of Void<br><br><span class="bb-b">Likes:</span> Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Dislike:</span> Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit. <br><br><span class="bb-i">Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.</span><br><br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/157737-deus-duet-my-digital-dorritos-so-hop-on-in-and-take-a-swing-18-reworke/ooc#post-4100467">my 1 x 1 IC</a><br></div>