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Birthday, officially twenty years old today! yikes
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Happy Holidays, everyone! Enjoy the time with your families, and stay safe on your travels!
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It's my birthday! Another year towards twenty, woooooo
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For whoever comes to read this, continue being awesome. I'm rooting for you.
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In Fire Emblem: Weight of the World β€” Part I → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


P L O T


The world has withstood the test of time since the creation of man. Hosting the five nations of Estala, Anarcas, Ibion, Cesadas, and Mirivia, the people of Aralea and Norarus have lived under the plight of tension since the first century of life. Estala, Anarcas, and Cesadas, once united during the Days of Dragons, now serve only to squabble amongst themselves, never holding a true peace for long.

A dangerous pirate war brews along the Thanatian Sea, the threat beginning to expand towards the northern islands. Erigan Estali IV, bound to answer their calls for aid as the Archsage of Estala, decides to send his son, the crown prince, to settle this matter, seeing this as an opportunity for the boy to prove himself a worthy heir to the sages of yore. Alongside him, his companions of varying character and experiences, will follow.

There has been a dark force within the Gift as Estala and Anarcas are incapable of progress. The source remains untapped, but Erigan Estali IV fears of a danger greater than themselves.



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In Attack on Titan: Somnium → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Reese Kestrel



Trost District β€” Atop of Wall Rose

@Ambra @LordVoldemort @Poi @Jinxer @wolverbells @LetMeDoStuff @FrostedCaramel @SheriffLlama


Reese Kestrel had to make sure that nothing would magically fly out of Gabriel's arms and down the wall as they checked inventory.

The years of training had been gracious to the youth; it was surreal enough to reminisce as his eyes refrained from staring off into the titan-spotted horizon. All while Reese may have kept his boyish looks, it was no question that the young man had changed dramatically, no longer a host of the twig-like body his younger self possessed. Squatting beside one of the many cannons stationed along the wall, it seemed as if he was among the few, if the only one, who had been actually doing their job.

"C'mon, guys! What if they make us trainees again?" Reese quickly dropped the tense chords in his voice as he stood, his expression warming as he watched the rest of his friends laze around in earnest. With a defeated sigh, he tossed the cloth aside, walking over to participate in their sloth. Their sudden assignment to the maintenance of Wall Rose had come suddenly, and with their recent graduation, they had done more than enough work to reach this point already.

Watching as Tanner led Gabriel a brief distance away, there were moments in time where Reese would accidentally address the former incorrectly from previous association. Even though it had been generally agreeable that he was a knowledgeable person, it had actually taken a longer time for Reese to learn the truth about Tanner. To say the least, his reaction was a memorable one.



There was an unusual calmness to the daylight, even with the presence of titans in closer proximity. Reese looked to his sides where the Gear occupied his waist, the sheen of the blade's base glimmering. Bringing his arms over his head and drawing a long breath, only for a flash to blind his eyesight. Yet, it wasn't any ordinary light. He remembered it long and well, it had been the source of nightmares that echoed of an inescapable memory.

"No.."

The world around Reese seemed to freeze for the moment as the face of the Colossal Titan eclipsed the sun, its deadpan eyes looking down upon its enemies. A scream began to build up in his throat just as the very slight motion of its hand changed the current of the wind. We need to-

The thought was replaced by many receptors of pain as a plume of hot steam emitted from its body, scorching Reese's arm as it came up to shield his face and knocking him off of his feet to the district below. It took a moment to register the situation before his senses recovered from the ambush, his fingers fighting through the burns and streghtening around the hand grips, pulling the triggers. The hooks launched upward, securing their marks as he set his soles against the wall.

Still dazed, Reese calmed his breathing and balanced himself, seeing debris begin to tumble from the top of the wall and onto their location. His eyes scanned around, only refocusing when he was sure that everyone was fine. "Not this, again.." he cursed to himself, his ears catching word from Gabriel to fall back. Knowing the intention of the Colossal Titan from previous experiences, there must have been a way to stop it from trying to breach the wall. Were they really going to run away and allow it to happen?

"There's no way," Reese shook his head upon failing to come up with a method of approach, forcing himself from the wall and keeping up with Gabriel as a block of debris narrowly missed his being. It took additional effort to secure a safer landing for himself, and when he did, his left hand immediately came up to grasp his shoulder, which had been scalded from the steam.

Looking between Gabriel and Lauren, Reese nodded in agreement, pointing towards the fortress at the center of Trost. "There," he said. "That's where we have to go."
In Farrow's Gift → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In Attack on Titan: Somnium → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Reese Kestrel



Outside of the Forest of Giant Trees

@Jinxer


Through the efforts of the medical troop, Reese had been on a stellar pace of recovery despite the gravity of his injuries; though, the window to a full vitality was still a ways off. At the very least, the boy could withstand the remainder of the pain from his left leg through splints and sheer willpower. The several bandages along his body had come off long ago, and in the place of those cuts and bruises, a handful of scars would serve as a reminder for what he had done that day.

Except, it was still a mystery to Reese as to what he had actually done, that day. Falling in and out of consciousness throughout the first week had not served to return those memories, but from the words of the ones who had tended to his wounds, the boy had been a savior to some cadets. Whether he had rescued those from his own company or those from the other squadrons, Reese had been elated to learn that his friends were still alive and in a far better condition than himself.

When it was announced that the 104th Training Corps would commence training with the Maneuver Gear, Reese had argued with his caretakers about his state, and that he remained unfit to participate due to his injury. "You still need at least another week for it to heal up," one of the soldiers had told him. "God forbid you re-injure yourself, or even worse; run out of gas."

After countless moments of feuding, it was inevitable to discover that they were unable to suppress the staunch behavior from the boy, and Reese Kestrel was cleared for the training session, albeit under several conditions. Even though there was not a single murmur of pain from his left leg on its own, he would need to refrain from putting any sort of pressure on the limb, which had been the only time where the boy showed any signs of discomfort. He was required to wear a plaster cast around his left knee., and he would need to take the entire session at a slower pace.

"No problem," Reese had told them, an uneasiness flooring through his stomach. It was the trainees' first training session with the Maneuver Gear, and while it was not to be their last, the boy was going into the program under several handicaps. While he had been certain that his knowledge of the gear and the proper technique would be more than enough to carry him through the training, it was obvious that the actual performance and execution would be far different. It was mandatory for him to travel slower, but at the same time, he was given the same half-capacity canisters that the others were issued. Well, I'll figure it out.

At the very least, Reese was able to move without an entirely noticeable limp, and the cast meshed well underneath of his uniform pants and boots. After spending a week of dependency on crutches, it was slightly awkward to be on his own feet without support, but he would have to make do with the eventual adjustment. By the time that the boy stumbled out of the infirmary, some of the trainees had already left for the Forest of Giant Trees sprawling beside their camp. The warmer sun was a more-than-pleasant change from the sheer cold that had been the northern lands, and as his stomach grumbled violently with hunger, spotting Lauren at the cafeteria made him wonder if some of the others had not left yet.

"Hi, Lauren," Reese gave a casual approach as he always had with others, remaining careful with each step he placed before the other. "I'm alive, sort of."
In Fire Emblem: Weight of the World → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Maize Bensen



@LordVoldemort @Aquanthe @Ambra @Zeroth @Mercurial @Redneckatron @Lord Orgasmo @Kazemitsu @Tala Avana @Tenma Tendo @Mistiel


In due time, the outskirts of the capital city began to fade into the landscape of thick forests, and the Estalan retinue rode along the familiar, beaten path northward. Autumn had swept the country in earnest, a sultry wind carrying the feet of their mounts as they trampled the faces of fallen leaves. While Rhea flew above her wyvern in separation from the rest of the convoy, she had already been entrusted with the information by the king, and her red-haired companion would learn from her own accord. Riding at the top of the formation flanked by his two accompanying subordinates, they kept to the center of the caravan where a supply wagon was stationed, housing their travel provisions.

While Maize was certain that their mission to the Island Kingdom of Rozel would be one without conflict, it was of a fundamental practice to carry weapons when traveling beyond the boundaries of safety at any point. Even in their own borders, they were still required to maintain a watchful eye for the potential of ambush from highwaymen. Seeing as they were now a ways from the higher echelon of society, and only the ears of the party were present, it was the opportune moment to brief the members.



"Sorry for the rush; I know how important breakfast is for you lot," Maize kept his eyes trained forward as he chuckled, speaking just loud enough for those following behind to hear. "As you can probably tell, we are riding up the northern bit of the Kingsroad towards Port Sesta."

There would be several changes of environment throughout their travel, and they would see the dense woodlands once more when they would come closer towards the coast. "With enough momentum, we may even reach the port before we're expected, but four days is a realistic time frame." Maize continued. There'll be many towns and villages we pass through on the Kingsroad, but to stay on track, we'll only be stopping thrice before the port."

With the sensitivity and nature of their mission, it was imperative that they arrived in time of the archipelago's conference in Rozel. "First up is Bolsan, one of those quaint villages among many for a good night's rest. I'd say we'll step foot in Bolsan within five or six hours, give or take how tired our horses get."

"After that would be Banidrek; unfortunately, Banidrek is shadowed by the history that is the famous Fort Rigane, located right next to the town," Maize remembered the paragon of peerless military might that had been Fort Rigane, having heard of all the legends associated with the landmark. Named after King Erigan the First, it was said that the foundation of the mighty fortress had been constructed and tempered with the flames of dragons tamed under the magic of the Dracomage. "But as you all may know, Fort Rigane was mostly destroyed during the War of the New Leaf. I remember it well."

Preventing himself from going off-topic, Maize figured that if there was piqued curiosity about their stops, the group would express those interests at a later time. The knight cast a look beside him, watching Ren as his squire continued to ride on in complete quiet. Camellia had promised that Renvall Protego was far from the ordinary individual, though he was yet to see the boy display anything but a general lackluster attitude. Perhaps, their points of respite would lead the boy to open up to the others; Ren would be fighting alongside them when the time would come, and if the boy did not even know a single name besides his own, how could Maize place his trust in the squire's abilities?

"Had it not been for a recent raid from the pirate factions, our original destination would have been Vincero Harbor," Maize drew a sigh. "But with the damage sustained from that attack, it'll only serve as our last location of rest before setting out."

"Finally, that leaves Port Sesta as our destination. Other than Banidrek, I would expect Port Sesta to be densely crowded. It's a primary hub of commerce and travel, after all. We've a ship already prepared for our departure under orders of the Crown," the knight explained, drawing the notion from his previous experience. "If there are any questions, go ahead and ask 'em anytime. We'll have plenty of opportunities to sit and talk, so don't be shy."
In Attack on Titan: Somnium → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
begone thot
In Attack on Titan: Somnium → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Reese Kestrel



Mountainous Training Area β€” Base Camp


An awakening riddled with excruciating pain was the only proof of the existence that Reese still occupied. There was a weight heavier than the trample of a titan upon his body, his limbs protesting with each and every attempted motion. Only the boy's left eyelid raised upon command, struggling to see through the blurriness of his vision as he could make out the bearings of a tent. It was a battle in itself to adjust the position of his head in the slightest, and the episodes of vertigo were certainly not helping. Gritting his teeth, the boy strained his neck in order to raise his head to further scan his surroundings, his body beginning to shake from the asserted pressure.

"Stay down," a shadow urged from outside of his view, hastily approaching from the right and setting Reese's head back against the cushion. The boy only produced a low croak in response, the discomfort overwhelming for him. "Don't try to move or speak much, you'll worsen those injuries."

Reese thought hard about the events that had occurred, but not a single memory would come to him. He had no recollection of the events beyond spotting the avalanche on the mountain, and firing the red flare to signal its danger. His left eye surveyed the bandages tightly wrapped around a portion of his body, noting the pile of older ones stained with dried blood. "We're at base camp. You got caught up right in that avalanche; it was a huge mess, but at least your squad pulled through."

Hearing that the others had survived the ordeal relieved the boy, lightly nodding as Reese's vision was clearing up only slightly. "We bandaged those ordinary wounds of yours up. You've got a concussion, but so far, the glaring problem is that dislocated knee of yours."

Cursing in his mind, Reese felt a sharp pain as he took a deep breath, mustering enough strength to speak. "Time," the boy could only make out.

"Month, maybe a month and a half. You'll need a crutch for the time being," the medic answered, placing a hand on Reese's arm. "It hasn't been too long since you've got here; I have to check for any other potentially worse injuries, rest up for the time being."
In Fire Emblem: Weight of the World → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
May or may not have a post later. Today's my twentieth birthday.
Yikes I'm in that age decade now
In Fire Emblem: Weight of the World → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Renvall "Ren" Protego



@LordVoldemort @Aquanthe @Ambra @Zeroth @Mercurial @Redneckatron @Lord Orgasmo @Kazemitsu @Tala Avana @Tenma Tendo @Mistiel


Ren drew an impatient sigh as five minutes could not have gone any faster, inadvertently exposing his ears to the conversations between the pairs of group members. His hands laid on the crest of Snowball, the pauldrons on his shoulders rising and falling with a restless breath. There was no question that they would see combat with the pirate factions, much to the squire's elation; he had the royal blacksmith fashion him a sword for the specific occasion, and he had ensured that he brushed up on his swordplay. Unlike all of the lessons and spars, his life now depended on it.

The squire did find the varying selections of their caravan to be one of mismatch, though Ren was sure that their band was more than enough to take on a bunch of sea dogs, with the backing of the Rozelian Kingdom. Setting himself beside Maize's mount, he watched as the Dauntless climbed to the back of his horse, one hand resting atop of the other. "Time's up!" the knight made the announcement for the wary and unwary, his mount letting out a whine as it began to trot away from the stable grounds.

With the group in tow, Ren kept his steed alongside the knight as they rode across the Walk of the Magi. Waterfalls poured into the Estalan waterfront that stretched below the bridge and beyond, ripples of sunlight warming the surface of their land. The Walk of the Magi was an ancient construction, embedded with the footsteps from Estalan kings and queens of yore. There was a powerful energy that resided within the cobblestone at their feet, almost as if the very air in their atmosphere was one of magical construct.

"After we steer through Greymont and go beyond the gate of the capital city," Maize said, his gaze trailing to the side. "I'll speak of our route and approach."

Beyond the bridge, the Capital City of Greymont stood, a beacon of the nation's profound diversity and magical influence. The streets teemed with bustling activity, the dense population experiencing something different with each passing day. Of course, no establishment could exist with impoverishment, and crime such as petty theft did come and go within the poorer districts. Unlike other nations, Estala was one which prided in its diverse population, embracing any and all kinds of cultures.

For Ren, accepting the laguz was the defeating clause of Estala; they were only prone to causing trouble for the nation. It was one of the reasons why other countries looked down upon them and refused certain agreements such as trade, and in addition, the sub-humans were the main cut of the population that committed the most crime within their borders. "Nothing but savages," he cursed under his breath, recoiling in disgust as their party rode past a trading post filled with laguz.

Everything else within Greymont was a pleasantry to behold, for the most part. Ren paid no mind to the crowds of ordinary people that began to form around the central street, where their mounts traveled on. Word began to spread of their convoy with the Crown Prince in tow, and the many faces of youth and old age began to flock towards them, excited for the opportunity to lay eyes on Eli Estali himself. The very thought of these people almost worshiping the prince aggravated him; with zero accolades to Eli's credit besides his family name, how was it that these people could deem these nobles as something greater than themselves?

As the city watch stepped into the crowds to regulate their traffic towards the gates, a moment of relief washed over Ren as they finally reached the entrance. "Send word to His Majesty that we've departed," Maize relayed the message to one of the watchmen, turning back to look upon the faces of the group members. "The less time spent on horseback, the better. Hope you've enjoyed Greymont and done everything while you can! Let's move."
In Attack on Titan: Somnium → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Reese Kestrel



@LordVoldemort @Aquanthe @Ambra @LetMeDoStuff @FrostedCaramel


The boy produced a small laugh, a hand running through his eyes as an episode of drowsiness dulled his senses for the moment. Reese wiped his face of the lethargy, stomach growling of hunger as Tanner tossed him some bread. As fashionably late as they already were for the journey back down, it would have to suffice. Even with the closeness in friendship that they all shared, he still wished for nothing more but the strength to shoulder the weight that those like Gabriel carried, the resolve to create the future where all of them could live without those insecurities or terrors.

Even with his fear for the titans, Reese knew that he had to try harder for the years to come. Where faith was shattered through the breached walls, there was nothing more important to the boy than the lives around him. "I'll run circles around you, meatbag," he looked on through Gabriel's punch against his arm, imitating a subordinate's compliance as he scurried behind the giant.

After triple-checking his designated belongings and fitting inside the winter cloak, Reese hefted the pack of supplies to his back, rolling his shoulders as they settled underneath the weight. He spent some time in tying his hair in its usual style, keeping his hood down and allowing the cool breeze to compliment the sun's warmth. Just as Reese doubled towards the squadrons of cadets at the end of the camp, a greater pressure forced itself upon his temples, causing him to groan in agitation.

"Never again," he shook his head at the flashes of memories from the previous night, his own indulgence being the reasoning for his condition. The boy pressed his palms against the sides of his face, slapping himself repeatedly to refocus. Being entrusted by the instructors and accompanying soldiers with the knowledge of the safe zones required his utmost attention, especially when the looming danger of natural catastrophe was present.

Unlike climbing upwards, the adventure to the base of the plateau kept Reese attentive and aware of his surroundings, the responsibility in long-range communication through one of the many flare guns being latched on his belt. They were roughly half of the way down to their destination, the final push still far from their group. While some of the others would chat amongst themselves in whispers, he kept to himself as they continued to traverse within the danger zone.



Those hushed conversations ceased to continue as a rumbling caused the cadets to stop in their tracks, attempting to locate the source of the fury as Reese could begin to see chunks of snowfall tumble from the branches around them. "Avalanche!" one of the guides had taken the word right out of his mouth.

"Shit, shit, shit," Reese attempted to conceal his panic as their situation had turned into the worst within mere moments, quickly drawing the gun from its holster and loading the red flare. His arm raised as high as it could, firing the flare gun as the trail of crimson smoke would signal the danger that threatened to swallow up the entire division of soldiers.

While their group had come to a halt due to the revelation, Reese shouted at the top of his lungs, clapping his hands together to gather the others' attention. "We can't stop!" his urgency was joined by the orders from their guide to descend towards the group ahead, where the closest safe zone was located. "Let's go!"
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