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White Gull [Fairy Tail Spinoff ~ still accepting!]

Looking up at the clear, starlit night sky, Kouta takes in a deep breath before continuing on through the woods. Tonight was the night were he would meet with Zane and the others he had recruited into this new guild to stand against Catamount. It’s still getting to him that Zane had actually came to him and asked for his help. Most everyone gave him space over these years, so having someone come to him that wasn’t just commanding him to do this or carry that was quite shocking to him. A welcome one to be sure, however. Raising his arm, he closes his hand into a fist of determination. This was his chance to help everyone. To show them he truly wanted to help.

Of course, outside of Zane, Kouta knew nothing about what he can expect of the others. Would they be as open to him as Zane had been? He sighs, hoping that that is indeed the case.

As he gets closer to the spot Zane had given him directions towards, he begins to hear voices. Slowly making his approach, he finally sees several other figures talking amongst themselves. He felt relief as he saw Zane sitting there with them, so at least he found the spot with no issue. Pushing a tree branch out of his way as he enters the clearing, he speaks up to give notice of his arrival.

“Yo,” Kouta begins, scratching his head in slight embarrassment, “I’m, uh, not late for the meeting, am I?” He knew not how long they have been here. Hopefully, he hadn’t held them up. Or missed the start of the meeting.

White Gull [Fairy Tail Spinoff ~ still accepting!]

@Squirrel98

No last name. Kouta was the only name he was ever called, so it’s the only one he knows.

White Gull [Fairy Tail Spinoff ~ still accepting!]

Kouta

Name: Kouta

Gender: Male
Age: 20
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality:
Despite what his appearance gives off, Kouta is actually a rather upstanding individual. He’s always willing to take away his own time in order to help those whom are in need of assistance. To those who find themselves close to him, they will find a young man who is fiercely loyal and just, ready to stand by them in their time of need. He’s willing to give others the benefit of the doubt, but one can find that he can be rather cold to those he sees are liars/manipulators.

Due in part to his size and appearance, he’s not had a lot of regular interactions with others, particularly those close to his age. This left him with a sense of loneliness, even when he’s amongst other people.

Likes:
-Helping people. To him, seeing the thankful smiles and appreciation from those he helps is one of the greatest joys he gets to experience. Now, if only more people would be willing to let him help…

-The Moon. When the night is clear and he’s free, he likes to lay outside and just stare at it. He’s done so since he was a young kid.

-Training. Physical or Magical, Kouta trains daily to keep himself in fit condition. The better he makes himself, the better he expects he can help others.

Dislikes:
-Bullies/Manipulators. Those who would seek to hurt those weaker themselves are scum.

-Being feared. His great size and stature has always had people wary about him. As such, not many people have taken the time to know him, and that hurts him a little on the inside each time.

-Stormy Weather. Such conditions are not apt in allowing him to train or look for ways he can help out, leaving him with little he can do during such times.

Goals:
The current goal for him is helping out in removing the Catamount Guild from power here on the island. Things won’t get better for anyone here until those tyrants are taken off their seat of power.

As for what comes after, should he make it through? Well, Kouta would like to take the chance to see what lies beyond the sea. Maybe he could find others that need his help in whatever troubles they have as well. Perhaps find strong Mage’s he can spar and learn from.

Fears:
That even when he gives it all, that it may not be enough to protect those around him. And that failure will have everyone turn their backs to him, leaving him alone.

Catamount Group:
First Group

How he came to join the White Gulls:
Kouta is one of the people that Catamount has in the north to help in the construction of their new guild hall, with him usually being the one to carry the heavy lumber and materials. He had seen Zane around the site several times, as they work in the same group. One day, one of the weasley Catamount members were harassing some of the other citizens workers on the site who were falling behind. Kouta purposefully made sure to walk by close to them as he was carrying a large piece of lumber on his shoulder. With but his great size and looking at him, the little spineless grunt scurried off elsewhere for the time being. It was not long after that moment that Zane had worked his way beside him as he was setting materials that he pitched him his plan on a guild to stand against the Catamount Guild. Kouta didn’t even need much time to think on it, as he readily gave his word to help in this mission.

Guild Mark Location:
Kouta’s guild mark is located on his upper back, right between his shoulder blades.

Type of Magic:
Earth Magic

Spells:
-Stone Gauntlets: Coats the arms of the user in hardened rock, giving the user stronger and durable arms.

-Rising Stone Wall: With a stomp of his foot, a wall of solid rock quickly shoots up from the ground within a 15 Meter radius of his current position.

Family:
Kouta does not know who his family would be. As far back as he could remember, he has been an orphan.

Background
Kouta grew up in his early years at the orphanage with what other few kids were there. Even back then, he was big for his age. As the years went by, it was obvious as he continued to get bigger and bigger that he was making the others rather uncomfortable. As such, when he was twelve, he left the safety of the orphanage to seek a place of his own. With nowhere in town, Kouta made his home in an earthen cave he found in the hills outside of the town.

With lots of free time, Kouta thought about what he could do to be able to find acceptance of those of himself. It was these thoughts that lead him to believe that people always appreciated help and that those who were strong were often the ones people went to for help. Thus, he began his physical training out in the woods. He’ll be strong for sure! And he’ll have people wanting his help!

It was around the time, just before his 14th year, that during a training session where he was practicing punching a large boulder that he found his arm seeming to go right into it. In pulling out in shock, he found that he pulled out not just his arm, but some of the rock itself as it seemed to cling around it. That was the day he found out he had the capability of being a mage. A prospect that greatly encouraged him even more in what he was doing.

Sadly, before he could really get his chance to, Catamount came into the picture and he found himself wrangled with the other people and forced into labor. His strength led him to be used often like a pack mule for Catamount, having him work on the heaviest jobs they had in those years. It’s been harder to practice his magic in those years, having to take rare opportunities to hone it little by little when they weren’t looking close enough.

White Gull [Fairy Tail Spinoff ~ still accepting!]

Hello! This looks interesting, so I’d like to put forward a character if spots are still open.

Kouta

Name: Kouta

Gender: Male
Age: 20
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality:
Despite what his appearance gives off, Kouta is actually a rather upstanding individual. He’s always willing to take away his own time in order to help those whom are in need of assistance. To those who find themselves close to him, they will find a young man who is fiercely loyal and just, ready to stand by them in their time of need. He’s willing to give others the benefit of the doubt, but one can find that he can be rather cold to those he sees are liars/manipulators.

Due in part to his size and appearance, he’s not had a lot of regular interactions with others, particularly those close to his age. This left him with a sense of loneliness, even when he’s amongst other people.

Likes:
-Helping people. To him, seeing the thankful smiles and appreciation from those he helps is one of the greatest joys he gets to experience. Now, if only more people would be willing to let him help…

-The Moon. When the night is clear and he’s free, he likes to lay outside and just stare at it. He’s done so since he was a young kid.

-Training. Physical or Magical, Kouta trains daily to keep himself in fit condition. The better he makes himself, the better he expects he can help others.

Dislikes:
-Bullies/Manipulators. Those who would seek to hurt those weaker themselves are scum.

-Being feared. His great size and stature has always had people wary about him. As such, not many people have taken the time to know him, and that hurts him a little on the inside each time.

-Stormy Weather. Such conditions are not apt in allowing him to train or look for ways he can help out, leaving him with little he can do during such times.

Goals:
The current goal for him is helping out in removing the Catamount Guild from power here on the island. Things won’t get better for anyone here until those tyrants are taken off their seat of power.

As for what comes after, should he make it through? Well, Kouta would like to take the chance to see what lies beyond the sea. Maybe he could find others that need his help in whatever troubles they have as well. Perhaps find strong Mage’s he can spar and learn from.

Fears:
That even when he gives it all, that it may not be enough to protect those around him. And that failure will have everyone turn their backs to him, leaving him alone.

Catamount Group:
First Group

How he came to join the White Gulls:
Kouta is one of the people that Catamount has in the north to help in the construction of their new guild hall, with him usually being the one to carry the heavy lumber and materials. He had seen Zane around the site several times, as they work in the same group. One day, one of the weasley Catamount members were harassing some of the other citizens workers on the site who were falling behind. Kouta purposefully made sure to walk by close to them as he was carrying a large piece of lumber on his shoulder. With but his great size and looking at him, the little spineless grunt scurried off elsewhere for the time being. It was not long after that moment that Zane had worked his way beside him as he was setting materials that he pitched him his plan on a guild to stand against the Catamount Guild. Kouta didn’t even need much time to think on it, as he readily gave his word to help in this mission.

Guild Mark Location:
Kouta’s guild mark is located on his upper back, right between his shoulder blades.

Type of Magic:
Earth Magic

Spells:
-Stone Gauntlets: Coats the arms of the user in hardened rock, giving the user stronger and durable arms.

-Rising Stone Wall: With a stomp of his foot, a wall of solid rock quickly shoots up from the ground within a 15 Meter radius of his current position.

Family:
Kouta does not know who his family would be. As far back as he could remember, he has been an orphan.

Background
Kouta grew up in his early years at the orphanage with what other few kids were there. Even back then, he was big for his age. As the years went by, it was obvious as he continued to get bigger and bigger that he was making the others rather uncomfortable. As such, when he was twelve, he left the safety of the orphanage to seek a place of his own. With nowhere in town, Kouta made his home in an earthen cave he found in the hills outside of the town.

With lots of free time, Kouta thought about what he could do to be able to find acceptance of those of himself. It was these thoughts that lead him to believe that people always appreciated help and that those who were strong were often the ones people went to for help. Thus, he began his physical training out in the woods. He’ll be strong for sure! And he’ll have people wanting his help!

It was around the time, just before his 14th year, that during a training session where he was practicing punching a large boulder that he found his arm seeming to go right into it. In pulling out in shock, he found that he pulled out not just his arm, but some of the rock itself as it seemed to cling around it. That was the day he found out he had the capability of being a mage. A prospect that greatly encouraged him even more in what he was doing.

Sadly, before he could really get his chance to, Catamount came into the picture and he found himself wrangled with the other people and forced into labor. His strength led him to be used often like a pack mule for Catamount, having him work on the heaviest jobs they had in those years. It’s been harder to practice his magic in those years, having to take rare opportunities to hone it little by little when they weren’t looking close enough.

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

“We’ve done well so far,” Wei speaks to those that have fought fought alongside him this far into the docks. Currently, his group has taken the chance to catch their breath in one of the abandoned buildings as the archer threat to the forces have come to be more periodic annoyances than constant harassments upon the advancing forces. His eyes scan over those amongst those still here. It was a bit smaller than when they had first started, some being struck down while others were injured in one way or another and ordered to fall back towards the main forces. “But don’t let it get to your heads. It’s only a matter of time before they may send our way something-“

At that moment, piercing screams rung out in the air from outside. It wasn’t long after those that screams of agony were let out by no doubt victims of what monstrosity has now come to the battlefield. Even in here, the screams gave a ringing to their unprepared ears. “-worse! Damn.” Wei’s brows furrowed. “Nagri… it was inevitable they would be set upon us…” He had heard stories of them. How they could bring down some of the mightiest warriors without even having to bear their weapons or hands upon them. He didn’t know how well he could take one of their direct screams if it came to it, but he certainly was planning to not have to test that if he had too.

Wei quickly moved his arm to one of his sleeves, ripping off most of it with a strong tug. Some of the group were taken aback by Wei’s sudden action, watching him as he rips some of it into smaller pieces before working them quickly into his ear. Once he finishes the second ear, he then uses the remaining material and rips it in a way to make a long strand of fabric, before then wrapping it several times around his head, making sure it’s covering his ears as best as possible.

He turns back to the others. “Find something to cover your ears!” He yells out. More screams from outside, even damped, have him turn to see that one of them is making a fast approach towards their position. Picking up his bow, he fires an arrow towards it. It sinks into its shoulder, but it only slows it for a second, as it continues to run towards them even more angry than it already was, it’s screams coming more prominent as it approached. On the edge of his vision, he could see that those who weren’t fast enough were grasping at their ears from the sonic bursts out of the creatures mouth. He couldn’t let this continue, else more of them would be out of commission.

Valiant Song came to replace the bow in his hands, as he charges the Nagri. The beast in turn brings its naginata to bear as it brings it down at him in a mighty arc over his head. Wei dives to avoid the strike, rolling back into a standing position in time to block its second swing aiming at his side. Gritting his teeth, he pushes back against its bladed end with Valiant Song, in turn throwing the nagri off balance. Taking the opening, Wei charges forward. The Nagri once more goes to let out a scream out, only to find a blade to slam into the back of its throat, piecing all the way out the back. It writhes at this, trying to claw at Wei, one backhand striking him in the hand. Roaring in aggravation, he slams his hand onto the pommel of Valiant Song, enough force being added that the blade ripped upwards into the Nagri’s skull, splitting it in two. For a moment, the undead’s body stayed were it was, before finally giving way and falls to the ground with a thud.

Heavy breaths came from Wei as he heads back to his group, waving his blade to remove the blood and grey matter still on it. He flinches a little as he can feel his ears ringing. Even covered, those screams are definitely not something one wants to be espoused to for an extended period of time, it seems. He shakes his head, focusing back to the others. “It won’t be long till more are sure to head this way. We can’t let them dictate where the fights are. Keep moving and try to engage them before they can focus those damned wailing at you!”

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Ailred Enbanise

Stepping outside the front door, Ailred takes a big breath of the morning air. With the winter season coming to a close, the anticipation of the spring was seeming to emanate out of every seeming aspect of nature itself. And with spring returning, it meant that materials that had waned in the winter should soon be making a comeback. After spending the last few days finishing setting up his home after moving into the town recently, he knew now was the opportune chance to start checking out the woods for useful herbs and other plants.

Ailred looks himself over, going threw a mental checklist. Material bag at his side? Check. Bow across his back? Check. Nodding to himself as he sees everything is as it should be, Ailred locks the door and begins to go on the path in the direction of the nearby forest. Nothing to deep today, he reminds himself. This first excursion is more for scoping the area out for later trips in the future, after all.

As he walks, his mind wonders about Frontier Village he now calls home. Having settled into the village just recently, there wasn’t much he knew about it. He had heard of the upcoming festival from overheard gossip of other villagers. Sadly, it was to be delayed due to the increase in monsters cropping up he had also heard. Outside of that, he was still too new to know the in and outs of the village. But that will be rectified in time, so he didn’t worry on it for too long.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Ailred Enbanise

Character Sheet

Name: Ailred Enbanise

Age: 115 years (Seems mid to late 20’s human years)

Sex: Male

Race: Elf

Appearance:

Appearance

Ignore the crystal on head.

Occupation: Herbalist and Forager

Skills:
•Herbalism
•Foraging
•Archery

Equipment:
•A bow that he has had since he left home.
•A kit containing instruments related to his work: clippers, mortar and pestle, and pouches and vials

Description: A rather quiet and easy going young elf man who only recently came and has made this small village his new home. When he is not out wondering or foraging in the wilds, he’s usually busy making or practicing his crafting of various potions or mixtures from materials he has gathered. He can become rather irritated if he is interrupted when he is focused on a task, particularly if it’s not for an emergency. As with his heritage of being an elf, he has an understanding of the monsters out in the wilderness, tending to let them be most times. Save when they decide to be hostile or causing great disturbances as a whole.

Point of Interest: A small cottage located on the outskirts of the village, closest to the nearby woods, is where Ailred has come to call his home. It’s a quaint place, where what little belongings he had brought with him still leaving space for potential additions. The main living area is mostly being used for storing materials he has foraged, with a small set-up for working on crafting and experimenting on potions and other such things. Outside of that, there is a small kitchen area off in the back corner and separate bedroom in the back where he slumbers.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Ailred Enbanise

Character Sheet

Name: Ailred Enbanise

Age: 115 years (Seems mid to late 20’s human years)

Sex: Male

Race: Elf

Appearance:

Appearance

Ignore the crystal on head.

Occupation: Herbalist and Forager

Skills:
•Herbalism
•Foraging
•Archery

Equipment:
•A bow that he has had since he left home.
•A kit containing instruments related to his work: clippers, mortar and pestle, and pouches and vials

Description: A rather quiet and easy going young elf man who only recently came and has made this small village his new home. When he is not out wondering or foraging in the wilds, he’s usually busy making or practicing his crafting of various potions or mixtures from materials he has gathered. He can become rather irritated if he is interrupted when he is focused on a task, particularly if it’s not for an emergency. As with his heritage of being an elf, he has an understanding of the monsters out in the wilderness, tending to let them be most times. Save when they decide to be hostile or causing great disturbances as a whole.

Point of Interest: A small cottage located on the outskirts of the village, closest to the nearby woods, is where Ailred has come to call his home. It’s a quaint place, where what little belongings he had brought with him still leaving space for potential additions. The main living area is mostly being used for storing materials he has foraged, with a small set-up for working on crafting and experimenting on potions and other such things. Outside of that, there is a small kitchen area off in the back corner and separate bedroom in the back where he slumbers.

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

Amongst the rocking of the ship that sailed closer and closer towards the city, just below the main deck, Wei has taken to sitting on his knees in a focused state. Valiant Song sat across his lap, while in his hand he held one of his talismans to the celestial beings above, begins to speak softly aloud in a prayer.

“To those who are watching from the Heavens, on this day, we seek to strike against the foul darkness hat has come unto these lands. We ask that you bless our blades to strike true. That our arrows hit their marks. That those who make the ultimate sacrifice in the coming struggle, be heralded to a worthy rest.” With the final sentence of his prayer, he bows his head in reverence, fingers grasping tighter to the talisman in hand as he hears the cry to form up upon the deck.

“It’s finally time…” he speaks to himself, placing the jain back at his side as he stands up. “We shall begin to bring back the light upon these blighted lands. We cannot afford to fail.” With a final check to make sure everything of his was secured, he rushes up to the deck with the rest of the soldiers.

As soon as the ship makes landfall, Wei hurries behind the shielded front, his sword dancing between the shields as the undead came charging forward. An arrow bypasses the shields, just missing his shoulder as it thunks into the soil behind him. His eyes narrow, ire towards the enemy archers on the tops of the various buildings in the city firing down on the forces.

Looking at what options are available to them, he’ll shout out to those near him. “Keep yourselves closer to the walls when possible! Use them as cover and advance when our own archers have fired back!” Catching sight of one buildings door sitting open, an idea comes to him. “In fact…” he motions to some of the others as he rushes towards it, another arrow cutting through a bit of the cloth of his pants, but nothing harming his leg. “Let us cut through the buildings and limit their archers targets as we take these chances and strike the undead from a different angle to the others!” Bursting into the interior, Valiant Song whirls and stabs through several undead within as Wei begins his advance.

And with this plan in action, Wei, along with those that followed after him, would bound across the city streets, taking cover through various buildings to avoid the ghoulish archers above and to clear out any undead inside from popping out and ambushing the forces advancing through the streets from behind. Many a ghoul found themselves struck down with great precision, Wei and Valiant Song like a dance of death.

Or would this be a dance of re-death?, he mused for a moment as his jain is pulled out of the cranium of what was once a living woman, fallen to the ground. May you finally find rest, he offers this quick prayer with each new undead stricken down.

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

Name: Wei Zhihao
Age: 30
Origin: Tau
Appearance:

Appearance

Wei is a little taller than most others, with a slim but athletic frame of a body. He has long black hair that he keeps the back side up in a bun. His bluish-grey eyes are perhaps his most distinctive physical trait. His body and attire clean, doing his best to keep appearance proper when he can.

Personality: Calm and focused from his years in being taught the mystic arts, he’s the kind of man who will take every step he can in assuring that a course of action or plan will go off as smoothly as possible.
Sacred Weapon: Yǒnggǎn de gē (or Valiant Song), a Jian forged from the soul of the one he considered his brother. The blade itself looking near silver when it catches light. The hilt, yellow in color, bears the design of a dragon on both sides, with the jutted out part looking like its wings.
Mundane weapons: Bow and arrows, a couple of daggers.
Equipment: Various talismans and scrolls of rituals and blessings.
Background Story:

Backstory

Wei was but a young boy of 5 when the invasion of the undead began. With his father recruited into a peasant force, he was sent with his mother to the western parts of Tau. Unfortunately, on the journey, his mother fell terribly ill, succumbing to it just after making it into the mystical Alabaster Mountains. Now being an orphaned, he found himself placed with others who had also lost their families in these times. It was also in those early years he would find Xiong, an older boy that he would call his brother.

Upon the turning of his fifteenth year, he and Xiong were both scouted by the institute for training in both the mystic and martial arts. In the years since then, Wei and Xiong pushes themselves in their training and studies, with both of them often being amongst the top of the apprentices there. While Xiong usually fared better in the martial part of the training, Wei was said to have a better understanding and connection with the mystical side of it.

It was not that long ago when the knowledge in making the only weapons known to fight back the undead successfully, the Inochi no ken, was given to those in Tau. Though the price of making one was surprising to hear at first, to those trained at the institute, it made great sense in a way. In order to fight the great darkness that has come to these lands, great sacrifice to combat that was accepted. It didn’t mean that Wei was prepared when Xiong said he was ready to make that sacrifice, asking Wei to be the one to wield him once it was over.

Wei was at first quite hesitant at first about Xiong so ready to give up his life so easily. Xiong’s hand came up and grasped Wei’s shoulder, telling him it was alright. That as his older brother, he was always ready to help and protect Wei with his life if needed. And now was that time. The will acknowledged, Wei had one final meal with his brother, before he found himself leaving the grounds that evening with the newly forged Jian, Yǒnggǎn de gē, at his side.

He spent the next several years training day in and day out with the blade in the morning, his mystical studies around noon, and archery in the evening when he had a spare moment. And when he was chosen to be sent out as a representative of Tau by their leader, he was ready to begin the long task of taking back the lands he had long ago known as home.