Skyrte Member
ゴゴゴゴ
- Last Seen: 5 yrs ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 948 (0.21 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Skyrte 12 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
RedRising said
Oranges!!!!I feel accomplished now. Anyway, as a quick question, can players make two characters? I didn't see this anywhere in the rules or in the interest check (unless I'm more blind then I thought O_O) If it's a yes I'll just edit this and add my second character later.
Yeah, you can have multiple characters, as long as it doesn't get ridiculous. Ya' can't go as the entire crew as the Tychon, for example. But two or three is fine.
The Irish Tree said
Hmm...Not too sure about the Sauren race considering how similar the Fäldkrests are...I'll wait for Skryte's input on this.Also oh mang, so many WIPs
I'd say that the Saurens can be a close relative of the Fäldkrests. Since the guy already made a character sheet on it, might as well take it.
muh wip
Name: Adept Sicarus Sonne
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human of The Order
Appearance
History:
Sonne was born in one of the poorer towns in the countryside, where his parents sold him at birth to get another meal on the table. As Sonne grew, he proved to be an intelligent boy, his owner failed to realize this and kept him as a slave, eventually, Sonne escaped. He became a homeless street urchin, gathering a band of others like him, using his intellect and quick wit to get them food, cash, and shelter, urging them to Port Titanicus. However, they were very far away. They began their slow journey to Port Titanicus, when an opportunity presented itself, a ship was leaving port to head to their destination, one of the kids took that opportunity, but the rest were too slow.
Days later, a Techmagus came to the town, and found the crew that Sonne was leading. Impressed by their teamwork, the Techmagus picked them up and gave them a free ride to Port Titanicus, where the crew went their separate ways.
Sonne was adopted and inducted into the Order by the Techmagus, and now here he is. Having already been on some adventures.
Equipment:
-FNC Mark V "Door Knocker" .50 Caliber Heavy Pistol.
-Order Robes, Adept. Modified by Sonne.
-Armor of Sonne, a custom armor set made up of an upper breastplate, rerebraces, couters, vambraces and gauntlets.
-Order Toolbelt
-Robotic Extra Limb
-Order Halfmask, and Advanced Respirator
Skills:
-Knowledge of the Ancients. Sonne is trained to identify ancient artifacts, and determine what they do.
-Engineering Skills
-Weaponsmith and Armorsmith Skills
-Various other Sciency-related skills
-A competent shot, by no means an expert.
-Real good hand-to-hand fighter
Optional:
-Likes Oranges.
-Will usually bring an SMG from the armory when on away missions
-Has a robotic left leg, and left eye. The eye is usually covered by the mask.
Name: Adept Sicarus Sonne
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human of The Order
Appearance
History:
Sonne was born in one of the poorer towns in the countryside, where his parents sold him at birth to get another meal on the table. As Sonne grew, he proved to be an intelligent boy, his owner failed to realize this and kept him as a slave, eventually, Sonne escaped. He became a homeless street urchin, gathering a band of others like him, using his intellect and quick wit to get them food, cash, and shelter, urging them to Port Titanicus. However, they were very far away. They began their slow journey to Port Titanicus, when an opportunity presented itself, a ship was leaving port to head to their destination, one of the kids took that opportunity, but the rest were too slow.
Days later, a Techmagus came to the town, and found the crew that Sonne was leading. Impressed by their teamwork, the Techmagus picked them up and gave them a free ride to Port Titanicus, where the crew went their separate ways.
Sonne was adopted and inducted into the Order by the Techmagus, and now here he is. Having already been on some adventures.
Equipment:
-FNC Mark V "Door Knocker" .50 Caliber Heavy Pistol.
-Order Robes, Adept. Modified by Sonne.
-Armor of Sonne, a custom armor set made up of an upper breastplate, rerebraces, couters, vambraces and gauntlets.
-Order Toolbelt
-Robotic Extra Limb
-Order Halfmask, and Advanced Respirator
Skills:
-Knowledge of the Ancients. Sonne is trained to identify ancient artifacts, and determine what they do.
-Engineering Skills
-Weaponsmith and Armorsmith Skills
-Various other Sciency-related skills
-A competent shot, by no means an expert.
-Real good hand-to-hand fighter
Optional:
-Likes Oranges.
-Will usually bring an SMG from the armory when on away missions
-Has a robotic left leg, and left eye. The eye is usually covered by the mask.
I AM THE CO-CREATOR AND CO-GM
I THINK I AM THE CO-GM
TREE AM I THE CO-GM?
I THINK I AM THE CO-GM
TREE AM I THE CO-GM?
Sapphire said
All we need now is an orange juice god, a the cereal emperor, and the Bacon god who rules over all the rest.
THE CEREAL EMPEROR.
DID SOMEONE SAY BALANCED BREAKFAST?
THE BREADNOUGHT IS HERE.
THE BREADNOUGHT IS HERE.
I... I didn't know what to post for the IC. Was not expecting intro like this.
Aran stood there amongst his new guild, wearing the suit he recently bought. He had joined very recently. He didn't know a Grey Fullbuster, a Juvia Lockser, a Freed Justine. He didn't know the Guild Master, Makarov. Yet, he had attended. He felt it right, like the fallen Journeymen who traversed the world. All people need someone to see them off to the next road, the next path. He felt something in the air, an aura of something... Something he had lost years ago. He looked at the faces of his new comrades, tears masked by rain. Aran glanced back at the ground, he felt ashamed that he didn't feel as emotional as they did. He was just detached, he hadn't known the people behind the names.
He looked towards the sky, and felt the rain drops pelting his face. And then he remembered, the distinct soft touch of the cold snow, the smell of fire and burning flesh. He had attended a funeral like this, a warrior clan was cremating their leader in complete silence. Dozens of warrior monks, their curved swords and spears planted into the ground in front of them. Aran was crying then, although none of the warriors shed any tears, Aran felt it in the air. That distinct atmosphere of sadness. Of the loss of a comrade, someone you would trust. Someone to watch your back in the chaos of war, to laugh alongside over a bowl of rice. Someone to rely on, gone.
He remembered his own friend, who had saved him countless times, he remembered that fast as lightning grin. How he had loved the color green, how he liked that fried fish... Aran was crying now. He felt the full weight of it all now, Aran reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out a green pen, clutching it tightly.
He sniffed. He let the rain wash his tears away. He felt the gaze of the warrior monks upon him, in the face of such sadness, they had not let a single tear fall from their eyes, not a single whimper escape their lips. But their eyes betrayed their faces. They were all mourning, over a great leader. A great friend, a great father, who had taught them many things. Aran wanted to be like them. Strong, silent. Strong enough to not let a single tear out. He wanted to be a warrior.
But he just couldn't.
He looked towards the sky, and felt the rain drops pelting his face. And then he remembered, the distinct soft touch of the cold snow, the smell of fire and burning flesh. He had attended a funeral like this, a warrior clan was cremating their leader in complete silence. Dozens of warrior monks, their curved swords and spears planted into the ground in front of them. Aran was crying then, although none of the warriors shed any tears, Aran felt it in the air. That distinct atmosphere of sadness. Of the loss of a comrade, someone you would trust. Someone to watch your back in the chaos of war, to laugh alongside over a bowl of rice. Someone to rely on, gone.
He remembered his own friend, who had saved him countless times, he remembered that fast as lightning grin. How he had loved the color green, how he liked that fried fish... Aran was crying now. He felt the full weight of it all now, Aran reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out a green pen, clutching it tightly.
He sniffed. He let the rain wash his tears away. He felt the gaze of the warrior monks upon him, in the face of such sadness, they had not let a single tear fall from their eyes, not a single whimper escape their lips. But their eyes betrayed their faces. They were all mourning, over a great leader. A great friend, a great father, who had taught them many things. Aran wanted to be like them. Strong, silent. Strong enough to not let a single tear out. He wanted to be a warrior.
But he just couldn't.
The Irish Tree said
Shouldn't be too hard to think up color powers for your fabulous rainbows. Green could be....idk...Fuck its hard to think of one for green. Maybe...It's like tear gas or something?
POISON
© 2007-2026