Silver Carrot

The Australos Fight Camp

Rags' life had become one of strangeness and learning, among the men who slaughtered her tribe. She had initially tried multiple times to enact revenge, before slowly coming to see this group as their new tribe. Though there were a lot of new rules to get her head around. For starters, she was the only woman in this group, which is the exact opposite of the Harem-like build of the tribes of the Valleys. They did seem to have something called 'marriage' to prevent mating from being a problem with this backwards, inefficient system. Rags didn't quite understand it yet.

They explained other things as they traveled, such as heir weapons, which were sharp and made of metal, as opposed to Rags' crude stone knife and club. They claimed they were taking her to be trained in combat, as only then would she have any worth as a person. She'd either die in this school, or come out the other side an exotic, deadly warrior worth marrying, as a status symbol. All of the men laid claim to her, and who would take her was to be decided if and when she stayed alive. There was something about how they talked about this which rubbed Rags up the wrong way, as if she would be property to them. Maybe it was just their strange, dialect. They spoke more words in a sentence in the deserts and caves than in the valleys. They thought her simple because of her dialect, but in truth she was a very intelligent girl. She thought them needlessly complicated because of their dialect, but you could not find a group of simpler men.

After weeks of travel, they arrived at the gates. Rags was marveling at this sight. This was not a cave, nor a cave made of cloth, called a 'tent'. This was a small valley, in the middle of the desert, with smooth, tall walls, and an entrance barred by metal beams like the swords the men she traveled with used. They were let in, and Rags found herself looking up at more strangely dressed men like the ones she was travelling with, not adorned with pelts but with cloth and metal shaped to their body. And one woman. The first woman she had seen since the death of her tribe. Shed never seen a woman so muscular, and her fearsome confidence was nothing like the anxious fight-or-flight state of a Valley Person before combat. This was a woman who believed she could win any fight, and didn't view them as encounters were anyone's life may be lost. Rags marveled at this unusual (in her experience) female.

The Australos Fight Camp

Ah, okay. most of what you just explained to me, I did not pick up from your post at all XD

I'll make a reply now

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

@Dynamo Frokane

I love Demon's Souls too. World and Character tendency make it a chore to try and platinum, though. Not to mention the smithing mechanics *shudder* Spent more time bladestone grinding than soul grinding.

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

I wouldn't exactly say 'underrated' but why is the general consensus that Dark Souls 2 was a terrible game?

It's the worst Souls game. Fine. People might not have enjoyed it if they were comparing it to the far superior DS1. Dandy.

But a terrible game? Like...how can you think this is a terrible game? It's great! If Dark Souls 1 had never come out, name one issue with this game. You can't, because every complaint I've seen towards it compares it to Dark Souls. Dark Souls is a better game. Of course. I'm not an idiot.

Now compare those same issues to...i don't know...Ocarina Of Time. Suddenly Dark Souls doesn't seem so piss-easy just because it was more newb-friendly than the first one. It doesn't seem so 'broken' just because the mechanics and balance were tweaked so rolling's now more useful, and parrying isn't, when compared to Zelda's hitboxes. And the level designs no longer seems so bad just because DS1 has some of the best lvel designs of all time.

Dark Souls 2 is a bad sequel? Sure, I won't argue with you.

Dark Souls 2 is a bad game? Fight me.

The Australos Fight Camp

Your post's a bit hard to decipher. Did Devlin do anything wrong besides show up at the gates?

The Australos Fight Camp

Basic Information
Name: 'Rags', of the Western Valleys
Aliases: scarecrow, devil child, the cannibal.
Sex: Female
Age: Fifteen
Class: Scavenger

Brief Description
Height And Build: Small, hunched stature. Lean and wiry.
Skin Tone: Tanned and burned from sun overexposure, and eternally bruised. Marred with dirt that no cleaning could ever wash off.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black

Equipment

Rags wears nothing but a very immodest yet warm pelt made from the hide of mountain goats and one mountain lion, which was her 'coming of age' kill. In terms of weapons, she has a stone dagger with a handle made smooth by repeated use, as well as a tapered-edged stone bludgeoning tool halfway between a club and an axe.

Though she will be given her own small sword to train with.

Combat Abilities

People may say that her teacher fights "like a feral cave-lion" as a compliment until they see Rags fight and realize that fighting like a wild, untrained animal might not be the best thing, because Rags' combat style is halfway between 'wolf' and 'bull ape wildly swinging a stick'. Though she is strong, savage, and if she actually manages to pin you, might do something very regrettable to anything within range of her teeth, even a desert-dweller with a basic grasp of swordplay can best her with ease in her current state. That said she is an intelligent girl and a very quick learner.

Backstory

In this cruel world, the strong took from the weak, and this often had bad outcomes for the weak. But those who didn't die fled to anywhere with less competition. Knowing that society, hierarchy and even too many humans in the same spot would cause history to repeat, the strong to rise up and the weak to be oppressed again, the People of the Mountains and Valleys stuck together in small groups no greater than six, and only one man was permitted per group. They hunted with their intelligence, and passed down the techniques of traps, snares, and primitive stone weapons to their offspring, but with less education, the intelligence diminished until the People of the Mountains died out from dehydration and the People of the Valleys were nothing but small tribes of hunter-gatherers, receded to cavemen, albeit cavemen with language, wells and technology, and the tales passed down on rules to survive, to repeat the sins of the past.

To the mountainous range to the West of the known world, food was growing scarce, and the People of the Western Valley developed cannibalistic tendencies, and fought with and ate their rival tribes of six or less. They had rediscovered war. And as such, learned that besides hunting, they needed to teach themselves how to fight fellow humans, developing their own unique and feral brand of combat. 'Rags' was born into this era, a girl trained to speak and hunt and fight and to not repeat the sins of the past, and that was all she knew.

But these skills didn't serve them well when her tribe ventured too far into the desert planes at the wrong time, and encountered a group of real fighters, with real combat training and real, metal weapons. The rest of Rags' tripe was wiped out but she was captured. They could use her. They could train her to fight in their style, and when she was old enough, this tanned, unusual girl would be coveted for her uniqueness, and men would fight over the right to marry her. Of course, she was too naive to realize what an honor it was to be chosen, to be taught by the woman who was to be her teacher...

New to Arena. Looking for tutorial.

@Liliya

Sure!

That'd also mean that in the time since, Rags has at least been taught which end of a sword is which.

New to Arena. Looking for tutorial.

Basic Information
Name: 'Rags', of the Western Valleys
Aliases: scarecrow, devil child, the cannibal.
Sex: Female
Age: Fifteen
Class: Scavenger

Brief Description
Height And Build: Small, hunched stature. Lean and wiry.
Skin Tone: Tanned and burned from sun overexposure, and eternally bruised. Marred with dirt that no cleaning could ever wash off.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black

Equipment

Rags wears nothing but a very immodest yet warm pelt made from the hide of mountain goats and one mountain lion, which was her 'coming of age' kill. In terms of weapons, she has a stone dagger with a handle made smooth by repeated use, as well as a tapered-edged stone bludgeoning tool halfway between a club and an axe.

Though she will be given her own small sword to train with.

Combat Abilities

People may say that her teacher fights "like a feral cave-lion" as a compliment until they see Rags fight and realize that fighting like a wild, untrained animal might not be the best thing, because Rags' combat style is halfway between 'wolf' and 'bull ape wildly swinging a stick'. Though she is strong, savage, and if she actually manages to pin you, might do something very regrettable to anything within range of her teeth, even a desert-dweller with a basic grasp of swordplay can best her with ease in her current state. That said she is an intelligent girl and a very quick learner.

Backstory

In this cruel world, the strong took from the weak, and this often had bad outcomes for the weak. But those who didn't die fled to anywhere with less competition. Knowing that society, hierarchy and even too many humans in the same spot would cause history to repeat, the strong to rise up and the weak to be oppressed again, the People of the Mountains and Valleys stuck together in small groups no greater than six, and only one man was permitted per group. They hunted with their intelligence, and passed down the techniques of traps, snares, and primitive stone weapons to their offspring, but with less education, the intelligence diminished until the People of the Mountains died out from dehydration and the People of the Valleys were nothing but small tribes of hunter-gatherers, receded to cavemen, albeit cavemen with language, wells and technology, and the tales passed down on rules to survive, to repeat the sins of the past.

To the mountainous range to the West of the known world, food was growing scarce, and the People of the Western Valley developed cannibalistic tendencies, and fought with and ate their rival tribes of six or less. They had rediscovered war. And as such, learned that besides hunting, they needed to teach themselves how to fight fellow humans, developing their own unique and feral brand of combat. 'Rags' was born into this era, a girl trained to speak and hunt and fight and to not repeat the sins of the past, and that was all she knew.

But these skills didn't serve them well when her tribe ventured too far into the desert planes at the wrong time, and encountered a group of real fighters, with real combat training and real, metal weapons. The rest of Rags' tripe was wiped out but she was captured. They could use her. They could train her to fight in their style, and when she was old enough, this tanned, unusual girl would be coveted for her uniqueness, and men would fight over the right to marry her. Of course, she was too naive to realize what an honor it was to be chosen, to be taught by the woman who was to be her teacher...

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Kasuke Mina

Jett's story was so unbelievably corny and cheesy, Mina couldn't suppress a little grin, in spite of the heartache she still did not know was heartache. She had no idea what this unpleasant feeling was, just that it was getting worse and she was trying to put it out of her mind. He did bring up his injury again, which prompted Mina's memory. She had forgotten that he was injured. She shouldn't have been as Icy just now...

When he mentioned her uniform, she looked down at herself, and back to him. "As long as I'm not sprinting or running distance, I can run in any clothing as long as I'm wearing good running shoes. Besides, if clothing restricts a Hero, they should either train until it doesn't, or never wear that kind of clothing in public again."

She would have actually gotten changed for a run if she wasn't in a hurry to catch up to JoJo. Speaking of, where was her roommate? Mina found her, looked at her and mouthed 'you alright?' at her, before tuning back to Jett, keeping JoJo in her vision, and asking him in a...caring voice; "Speaking of your injury, how do you feel now?"

@Aerandir@Noxx

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Maeda Hitomi

Hitomi squirmed and shifted her weight, blushing heavily when Tomoe called her underwear cute, and keeping her eyes on the floor. "I....I just like that it's so unlike me. Like, a kind of secret. I also sometimes wear metal band t-shirts under my woolen fleeces where nobody will ever see them. It's a guilty pleasure of mine," Hitomi answered, already feeling a little at ease now they weren't talking about her lace underwear. She relaxed more when she was asked normal questions, and was happy to answer them. Getting to know each other a little better would be nice.

"Before I came here I just helped look after the house while my Mom and Dad were at work. The first real time I was friends with a group of people my own age was last year, when I came to this academy. It's a lot of fun! Hobbies? I like to knit and sew. I like to cook. I like singing. That's all, really. Necessities...I don't think so. Just don't make too much of a mess. I like cleanliness."

Hitomi only now realised she was still standing on the bed, and sheepishly (Geddit?) got down and sat besides Tomoe. She smiled warmly at the other girl's question of being roommates, and out her arm around the other's shoulder. "Of course we can!"

When the shout for food sounded up, Hitomi realized she was also quite hungry, and nodded. "I could go for some food too. Wanna go now?"

@liferusher

New to Arena. Looking for tutorial.

@Liliya

Wow! That's a big CS. Can I have a casual-length CS (I'm a Casual rper who's never been able to successfully transition to Advanced) or does it need to be that detailed?

@Doc Doctor

That's a lot of tips. Hopefully it's not expected that a newb follows half of them in their first few fights. I'm a fast learner but I always seem to start several rungs behind the "basic common sense" start line.