SilverPaw

Supernatural Horror + Sci-fi Villains rp

@Olive Fontaine Thanks, neat to know. Would you give the info on the other two factions just to have it all?

Supernatural Horror + Sci-fi Villains rp

I don't know if I should with my RP loadout, but I admit I am interested. My usual go to would be a vamp, but a werewolf sounds good for a change of pace. Are you looking for only one player per species?

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series (Dead)

Ariyoshi Nagase

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Thorned Hearts: After Dark

Which magical boy will be yours? Decide who to pursue, but remember: your choices matter.

The long-awaited full release of the dark horse otome game…This sensational hit has rapidly gained a cult following…An enchanting visual novel stylized as a classic dating sim, its promises of a darker twist have more than delivered. Romance and fantasy mesh with psychological thriller…

Featuring new player character options, dozens of added scenes, optional challenges, hidden secrets to uncover, and one brand-new ending for each romance target! Updated concept art booklet available to order now…!

The first episode of the recently announced promotional anime adaptation is scheduled to air on…

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Morning

Music: Good Morning World

A loud, persistent beeping shook Ariyoshi out of his coma. “Hwue-rgh?” By instinct, his hand sought out the phone, rote memory guiding its path. He emerged from the cocoon that were his bed covers, and shambled to the bathroom.
A cold shover later he felt…

Well, hell. Like the exhaustion was really setting in now. But at least he wasn’t a fucking zombie anymore. Maybe 30% closer to human?

But did I start at zero or in the negatives?

As he brushed his teeth, sluggish thoughts crawled through his head with all the speed of a confounded escargatoire of snails.

He ventured into the kitchen in his underwear only – an easy indulgence to fall into for a guy living alone most of the time. First things first, he put on a kettle of water to heat up. While waiting, he tapped through the tablet on the counter, randomizing one of his morning playlists. Soft humming followed as he ground his beans, trying to get into a morning mood. He made his coffee by pouring it through a filter; he’d have a cup now, and put the rest into a thermos bottle.

Parts of lyrics were sung under his breath as he put rice into a cooker, and started making omelettes. They were folded into neat little squares to easily fit into his bento box. Then, a bit of steamed veggies, some fresh ones sliced for accompaniment, and pickled ginger and cucumbers for that extra zing.

Ariyoshi looked at the time: 20 minutes left. Yeah, just enough for a quick morning workout. It was a relatively simple routine of warm up, strength exercises, then stretching before he went in for an even quicker shower, threw on his uniform, and grabbed his backpack.

To school

Music: Ride The Lightning

Then it was off to the bus; ear buds and sleep mask in place, timer ready to ring in half an hour, he was all set for his nap. He was knocked out to the muted sounds of Metallica within a minute – a skill he was damned proud to have perfected.

Ariyoshi trundled into Masuda High as a singular particle of the deluge of incoming students. Unlike so many others, he had no reason nor desire to linger outside.

Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Hagino, was a man he empathized with deeply. He glanced at the teacher’s blanket covered form, saying nothing on the way in – no point disturbing the man. It wasn’t the first time that Ariyoshi considered what it’d be like if he had his own blanket.

The pluses? He’d be comfier. A lot comfier. He bet he'd nap so much better.

The minuses? Carrying it around all the time. The hit to his image.

Worst of all? What if he became the kinda person who’d rather sleep over at work? Ariyoshi shuddered at the thought. No matter how little time he had, he’d rather not ever have his workplace become his home, no thank you.

So, as much as he sympathized, he also figured Mr. Hagino had a screw or two loose.

That said, Ariyoshi sat at his desk, folded his arms on top of it, then laid his head down on the makeshift pillow, dozing till class started.

He was just like their teacher in that he moved only when the final bell rang; stretching with a yawn, he removed his earbuds, and placed the book, notebook, pencil case, and thermos in front of him in quick but orderly fashion. He opened their history book to chapter 26 as soon as the teacher said so, and replied with a, “Here, sir,” when his name was called. For all that he had slept before this, Ariyoshi appeared as a proper student should, spine straight, gaze set on the teacher, ready for the lesson.

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

@RolePlayerRoxas Soruha, @Eisenhorn Renard, @VitaVitaAR Rylia

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Eustace nodded at Raven when she took the flute. “Take good care of it, alright?” He could get another one, sure, but this one had been a gift from his younger brother. He’d rather not see it lost or damaged, even on accident. The hundi’s compliment had him grinning ear from ear, and he hopped up once, unable to contain his joy. It might have been Renard’s approval that prompted him to say something to the paladin.

“He likes nicknames, Rylia,” he pointed out needlessly. “Maybe we should think up a good one for you, Renard?” He joked lightly, a soft smile on his lips. “I’m not good at this kind of thing, though…and it might be embarrassing to call you Hero, huh?” His cheeks reddened as he chuckled awkwardly.

The group’s plan decided on, they started moving towards the fort. As they progressed deeper into the ruin’s surroundings, more and more evidence of goblins cropped up: broken plates, cups, and pitchers, discarded animal bone, torn up clothing, and a few warning pikes. The smells strengthened, a distinct sharp tang, earthy musk, and decaying leftovers mix that would have turned his stomach had he not been used to such by now. Adventuring could be filthy, and goblins were far from the worst on the list as far as that was concerned.

As they neared the fort, Eustace drifted to the back. He was ready to create an area of light around them as soon as they were close enough to the entrance to do so. No need to trip over a fallen beam on the way in or anything like that.

Palm drifting to the hilt of his sheathed rapier, the noble shifted, walking sideways. He’d turn every now and then, helping cover the flanks and backside. Further in, he knew it’d be good to keep an eye on the path directly behind them, too – though he wasn’t as stupid as to walk backwards all the time. Just the occasional gander to check up no one had snuck up on them should do.

Expecting trouble and ready as could be, Eustace proceeded into the fort with the others.

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series (Dead)

Ariyoshi Nagase

Name: Ariyoshi Allan Nagase

Cosplayer handle: KOUKI☆

Age: 17

Physical Description:

As a model

Important items:

• The essentials – wallet, phone, keys.
• Study materials.
• Energy drinks and/or coffee.
• Tailoring kit. Actually, the whole workshop corner he’s got at home.
• Makeup set.
• Cosplay costumes & paraphernalia.
• Accessory collection.

Short Bio:

Ariyoshi was born to a mother who had just retired from a successful modeling career and a diplomat father. His mom had wanted a secure life for her child, and a man who she could travel with, and married someone who provided both. Because of his father’s work, Ariyoshi moved often during his childhood, making lasting friendships difficult. It was natural for him to gravitate to games, movies, anime, videos, and streams; activities he could enjoy on his own or with others online. His parents did limit his screen time, but weren’t concerned at what was seen as a normal interest.

As an only child, Ariyoshi was faced with much pressure. His father emphasized success, and expected him to excel in any and all endeavors he took up. Meanwhile, his mother exposed him to various activities to broaden his horizons. She had a good head for business, and a few years after his birth, had taken up work as a consultant in the fashion industry. One day, she took him with her to work, where he saw everything from costume fitting, to a fashion show, to photoshoots. He was enamored, and told his mother he wanted to ‘do that too’. His mother wasn’t sure what he’d meant. She signed him up for theatre, which was fun, but wasn’t quite it. She roped him into wearing cute outfits, and created a short-lived hit on the internet, which Ariyoshi was alright with, but that wasn’t it either. Finally, he told her he wanted to make the pretty clothes. A part of her was reluctant, but she signed him up for a sewing class.

Ariyoshi was thrilled. His father was not. Their marriage was strained already, but if there was a breaking point, he’s certain it was this. His father dismissed his interest as silly and impractical. His mother, while nervous about him entering such a highly competitive world, hoped it might be a phase, and saw no harm in encouraging him. Arguments ensued: shouting, accusations, heated debates about what was best for him, which parent cared more, whose parenting approach was right.

On the cusp of adolescence, he still cared for his parents. He wasn’t sure how to please both, but he tried his damnedest. The stress built ever higher, pushing him deeper into fantasy and fiction. With internet as his go-to, it was inevitable that he’d find a new outlet. Ariyoshi thought his mother would understand, but when he expressed that he wanted to dress as such-and-such, even she grew concerned. His parents argued more. In response, he distanced from them in equal measure. To his mother, he claimed what he’d said that one time had been a whim, and reassured her he knew reality from fiction. To his father, he claimed that he was serious enough to pursue design as a career in the future.

It didn’t stop his parents from divorcing.

It didn’t stop him from upkeeping his image as the dedicated, studious son.

It sure as hell didn’t stop him from cosplay.

Even with all those turbulences going on, Ariyoshi got accepted into the high school in New Amakusa City on a scholarship. His father pays him based on his report card performance, and they keep in touch through occasional video calls which feel uncomfortably like business meetings. He lives in his mother’s apartment, but she’s rarely home. He likes it that way, because it makes hiding his cosplaying easier. Even with an allowance, he works a part-time job. A year and a half ago, he was scouted as a model, and seeing no reason to refuse, he accepted. Since then, he’s kept a low profile, compartmentalizing every part of his life: school, work, family, and hobby.

Personality:

Ariyoshi is perpetually tired, addicted to caffeine, and always claims to be busy, rarely seeming to have free time. He’s the guy at school who takes naps or disappears who knows where during breaks. As a student, he is engaged enough to either be respected by teachers – or at least left alone as a nonproblematic, ace pupil. He’s one of those annoying “I didn’t study much, but got over 90%” types. You will never see him tutoring anyone; don’t even bother asking for learning tips. Despite his public image, he puts in the bare minimum he can to get by and still be among the top. With his brains, it’s not that hard. He could get into pretty much any university he liked, but doesn’t have a clear idea on what he’ll do in the future. Maybe something business related. As long as it pays well, and lets him keep a part of his life to himself, he doesn’t frankly care.

Ariyoshi has only a few people he hangs out with at school, but is more social in his personal life. He’s not all that approachable – perpetual sleep deprivation means he is snappy, no-nonsense, and extremely pragmatic. He hates his time being wasted, and will let you know when you’re doing it. His true passion lies in cosplay, and he bonds more easily with people whose interests are in the same or related area. Ariyoshi has social media accounts for two aspects of his life: one for his boring, studious, grade-obsessed front, and another for cosplay. Ironically, the latter is truer to his self, even if he only ever features as make-believe characters on there. He doesn’t mind chatting with classmates about media he’s into, but he generally keeps his highschooler and cosplayer identities separate. Ariyoshi doesn’t advertise his work as a model either. It’s less bothersome that way.

Skills:

Exceptional memory, learning ability, and academic skills. Master of cramming.

Amateur seamster: Skilled in hand and machine sewing, pattern-making, tailoring, as well as some embroidery and knitting. He excels at the little details that really bring a costume to life. He usually buys accessories, but can craft them when needed. As expected, he’s developed a good sense for fashion and fashion design. However, he dresses plainly in day-to-day life.

Make up artist: He’s learned how to enhance or alter facial features using the same techniques a professional would, though his skill isn’t at that level yet. He does well with nail art, wig styling, and accessorizing.

Related know-how: Photography basics, social media management, gym routines, dieting, and nutrition – skills he picked up from cosplay and modeling. He works out and makes his own meals purely because media tends to depict the “ideal” body type. While he tries to keep close to that, it’s not to the point of obsession.

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series (Dead)

Ariyoshi Nagase

Name: Ariyoshi Allan Nagase

Cosplayer handle: KOUKI☆

Age: 17

Physical Description:

As a model

Important items:

• The essentials – wallet, phone, keys.
• Study materials.
• Energy drinks and/or coffee.
• Tailoring kit. Actually, the whole workshop corner he’s got at home.
• Makeup set.
• Cosplay costumes & paraphernalia.
• Accessory collection.

Short Bio:

Ariyoshi was born to a mother who had just retired from a successful modeling career and a diplomat father. His mom had wanted a secure life for her child, and a man who she could travel with, and married someone who provided both. Because of his father’s work, Ariyoshi moved often during his childhood, making lasting friendships difficult. It was natural for him to gravitate to games, movies, anime, videos, and streams; activities he could enjoy on his own or with others online. His parents did limit his screen time, but weren’t concerned at what was seen as a normal interest.

As an only child, Ariyoshi was faced with much pressure. His father emphasized success, and expected him to excel in any and all endeavors he took up. Meanwhile, his mother exposed him to various activities to broaden his horizons. She had a good head for business, and a few years after his birth, had taken up work as a consultant in the fashion industry. One day, she took him with her to work, where he saw everything from costume fitting, to a fashion show, to photoshoots. He was enamored, and told his mother he wanted to ‘do that too’. His mother wasn’t sure what he’d meant. She signed him up for theatre, which was fun, but wasn’t quite it. She roped him into wearing cute outfits, and created a short-lived hit on the internet, which Ariyoshi was alright with, but that wasn’t it either. Finally, he told her he wanted to make the pretty clothes. A part of her was reluctant, but she signed him up for a sewing class.

Ariyoshi was thrilled. His father was not. Their marriage was strained already, but if there was a breaking point, he’s certain it was this. His father dismissed his interest as silly and impractical. His mother, while nervous about him entering such a highly competitive world, hoped it might be a phase, and saw no harm in encouraging him. Arguments ensued: shouting, accusations, heated debates about what was best for him, which parent cared more, whose parenting approach was right.

On the cusp of adolescence, he still cared for his parents. He wasn’t sure how to please both, but he tried his damnedest. The stress built ever higher, pushing him deeper into fantasy and fiction. With internet as his go-to, it was inevitable that he’d find a new outlet. Ariyoshi thought his mother would understand, but when he expressed that he wanted to dress as such-and-such, even she grew concerned. His parents argued more. In response, he distanced from them in equal measure. To his mother, he claimed what he’d said that one time had been a whim, and reassured her he knew reality from fiction. To his father, he claimed that he was serious enough to pursue design as a career in the future.

It didn’t stop his parents from divorcing.

It didn’t stop him from upkeeping his image as the dedicated, studious son.

It sure as hell didn’t stop him from cosplay.

Even with all those turbulences going on, Ariyoshi got accepted into the high school in New Amakusa City on a scholarship. His father pays him based on his report card performance, and they keep in touch through occasional video calls which feel uncomfortably like business meetings. He lives in his mother’s apartment, but she’s rarely home. He likes it that way, because it makes hiding his cosplaying easier. Even with an allowance, he works a part-time job. A year and a half ago, he was scouted as a model, and seeing no reason to refuse, he accepted. Since then, he’s kept a low profile, compartmentalizing every part of his life: school, work, family, and hobby.

Personality:

Ariyoshi is perpetually tired, addicted to caffeine, and always claims to be busy, rarely seeming to have free time. He’s the guy at school who takes naps or disappears who knows where during breaks. As a student, he is engaged enough to either be respected by teachers – or at least left alone as a nonproblematic, ace pupil. He’s one of those annoying “I didn’t study much, but got over 90%” types. You will never see him tutoring anyone; don’t even bother asking for learning tips. Despite his public image, he puts in the bare minimum he can to get by and still be among the top. With his brains, it’s not that hard. He could get into pretty much any university he liked, but doesn’t have a clear idea on what he’ll do in the future. Maybe something business related. As long as it pays well, and lets him keep a part of his life to himself, he doesn’t frankly care.

Ariyoshi has only a few people he hangs out with at school, but is more social in his personal life. He’s not all that approachable – perpetual sleep deprivation means he is snappy, no-nonsense, and extremely pragmatic. He hates his time being wasted, and will let you know when you’re doing it. His true passion lies in cosplay, and he bonds more easily with people whose interests are in the same or related area. Ariyoshi has social media accounts for two aspects of his life: one for his boring, studious, grade-obsessed front, and another for cosplay. Ironically, the latter is truer to his self, even if he only ever features as make-believe characters on there. He doesn’t mind chatting with classmates about media he’s into, but he generally keeps his highschooler and cosplayer identities separate. Ariyoshi doesn’t advertise his work as a model either. It’s less bothersome that way.

Skills:

Exceptional memory, learning ability, and academic skills. Master of cramming.

Amateur seamster: Skilled in hand and machine sewing, pattern-making, tailoring, as well as some embroidery and knitting. He excels at the little details that really bring a costume to life. He usually buys accessories, but can craft them when needed. As expected, he’s developed a good sense for fashion and fashion design. However, he dresses plainly in day-to-day life.

Make up artist: He’s learned how to enhance or alter facial features using the same techniques a professional would, though his skill isn’t at that level yet. He does well with nail art, wig styling, and accessorizing.

Related know-how: Photography basics, social media management, gym routines, dieting, and nutrition – skills he picked up from cosplay and modeling. He works out and makes his own meals purely because media tends to depict the “ideal” body type. While he tries to keep close to that, it’s not to the point of obsession.

⤫ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 ⤬

#5

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At the Archishop’s revelation of multiple stolen artifacts, Mary's mouth opened.

“Four?!” Her number whisper-hissed, outraged. How could it be, an infidel stealing and using a God’s gift? Of course, God was ever gracious…It was a test for them, he was sure. They had to enact his will.

The mention of a terror attack drew Five out of his headspace. His stare turned toward the general, a soft susurration of chains clinking as he shifted.

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

“Yes, Your Excellency,” he and Mary complied immediately at the bishop’s order, replying in sync. Five noticed the smile, returning it in kind alongside the stare. His handler averted her gaze, a tad shy, but peeked at the old man with a pleased smile playing about her lips.

However…she did not forget about the four stolen artifacts. He and Five hadn’t heard about a break in. She knew their superiors had been oddly nonresponsive for a while. Something was going on. She didn’t know what, exactly, but she had a terrifying suspicion. If what she thought was the case, the Church would need all the help it could get.

Five and Mary exchanged glances. She nodded at him, and he inclined his head in response.

When the archbishop made out of the war room, she stood up on silent feet to follow. Mary glanced at 9's handler, saying simply, “Please look after Micah a bit.” When she reached the bishop, she bowed to him. She offered to escort him, then respectfully waited in the hallway while he led 11 and her handler into another office. Mary had noticed Valentine – unlike the bishop, her gaze had lingered on the strange woman.

While his handler was off doing her own thing, Five remained in the war room. His gaze travelled from 7 to her handler, to 9 and their warden, then finally to the general. “Excuse me, sir,” he spoke up, soft and polite. “Who should we speak to about the city’s protection?” It made sense he was assigned to this post – had he not been so concerned about the artifacts, he’d have requested to be stationed to the protection of at least their HQ himself. As it was, Five could only hope the others would safely retrieve the Holy Bow. Perhaps, after the first one, he could help with the others…

But first things first. There were defenses to take care of, and the sooner he started working on setting up the barriers, the better off they’d be. Coordinating with 7 and 9 should make rooting out any suspects simpler too, he imagined. It wasn’t as vital as the artifact, but he was rather looking forward to working with his siblings in the city’s defense. It would be nice to have someone who could not only keep up, but enhance his abilities. Together, there was much they could do.

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series

I am curious, it depends if I come up with a satisfactory highschooler character idea tho

Necrogenesis: A Not-So-Typical Zombie Outbreak

Potentially.

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

@RolePlayerRoxas Soruha, @Eisenhorn Renard, @VitaVitaAR Rylia

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Oh no.

The paladin looked like she was building up to an explosion.

Had he said something wrong? He’d been so careful, though! This was why he was no good with these types…Eustace smiled feebly, bracing himself for the outburst.

However, Raven saved the day with her childish little drawing. Rylia appeared so utterly dumbfounded, all that pent up anger whooshed right out of her like air from a popped balloon. After winding down, she introduced herself, and Eustace breathed a sigh of relief. “Looking forward to working with you,” was all he said. At the very least, with a frontliner who was raring to fight so much, he wouldn’t be told off for sticking to the back and ‘doing nothing’.

Well. Probably.

Renard split off, and familiar with his routine, the noble waved at the hundi, chirping a pleasant, “Catch you later, Renard.”

To the ladies, he said, “I also have to collect my things. You can wait here if you like, or I’ll meet you at the eastern exit. This won’t take long, I promise.”

The thing was, Eustace hadn’t come fully outfitted ready to take on a mission. It was not as if he found a fitting mission every single time he came to the guild. Since hauling all his stuff from his rented flat to the guild’s building was a hassle, he made use of one of the lockers the guild offered to their members for cheap. Inside, he kept all his gear stashed, including some rations, as he restocked them habitually. All he needed to do was change, store his regular clothes, shoulder his small bag, and ask for his canteen to be refilled at the bar. Then, they were off.

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By sunset, they’d made it to Fort Magrial. It was about what you’d expect from a ruin, but Eustace’s fingers still itched to make a sketch of it at dusk. But no, he’d have to save that for after the mission.

Rylia wondered about the strange absence of the goblins, which to Eustace wasn’t so odd. He nodded at Renard’s words, and added, “Goblins are clever, small, and stick to the dark. They’re expert ambushers, and quick to flee. There’s nothing to say there wasn’t one out here somewhere,” he gestured at the treeline. “It’s possible there’s a lookout we’ve missed.” It’s not as if any of them were dedicated scouts or hunters. Still, he estimated that was a slim possibility; if nothing else, Renard had sharp senses, was experienced, and knew his way around wilderness. Either way, there wasn’t much to worry about as long as they remained careful when heading in.

There was little for him to add to the hundi’s plan.

“Sounds good to me. Raven, you know the deal; I can keep an area illuminated in a certain radius around the group. I know the light bothers you, but you can slip in and out as you like, right? It’s just, hmm…” He dug around his satchel, producing a flute with an, “Aha!” He held the instrument out to Raven. “Think this would be useful for you to signal us in case you get caught up in trouble somewhere in the dark? It's best not to wander off too far in the first place, but you never know what could happen.”