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Cardinal Rift

@GreenGoat

even though she's taller than me, she's got that babey energy. accepted.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

let's get hype

Cardinal Rift

ℂardinal ℝift

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Incredible. Just her luck. Saved from a plunge to the bottom floor by dying from blood loss instead. Livia looked at her arm- or what she could see of it, anyway. It was pinned to the wall by a fallen slab of grey stone. Her shoulder burned, leaking blood in several places. It was only because of her training that she was still conscious.

The floor had given out just a minute prior. She’d tried to jump to safety and land on one of the stable portions, but her foot had slipped. Unfortunate.

Or maybe it was fortunate? Nobody’d survive a fall of that distance. An arm was a small price to pay for her life. Her legs dangled beneath her, reminding her of how close she was to death. By sacrificing her arm, shed managed to avoid falling to the bottom. She just had to free herself, somehow. Take advantage of the adrenaline. Pull your arm out. Livia flailed about weakly. No use. She couldn’t even find any purchase on the walls. Curse these fashionable shoes!

She relaxed and simply hung in the air, trying to ignore the screaming burn in her arm.

Livia had always known that getting with Jevin would have consequences- maybe even death. But not like this. She had imagined a stab in the dark from a hired assassin by Lady Alana, or perishing in a war. Livia felt something in her shoulder pop. The pain was returning, and now in full force. Another creak, another burn. She knew what was coming- the muscles and cartilage in her shoulder had already been weakened. It was only a matter of-

“Ah, fuck,” she croaked weakly.

Her lifeline, her saving thread, her arm tore apart, sending her down, down, down towards the bottom.

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“If only you had properly thought things out, Kothlin.”

Pachel’s foot sunk deeper into the floor. How was the man still standing? Kothlin was sure that he’d crushed it to bits, but Pachel stood tall, looking down on him the way a common fisherman looked at a worm on his shoes.

“You might’ve actually succeeded in your pitiful attempt to harm me.” Pachel layered on more force. Kothlin felt his body creaking. What a way to go- crushed by the leader of those who’d crushed his people for so long.

“But no. You’ve only managed to doom yourself. The queen will hear about this treason, and you will be punished.”

Kothlin couldn’t even open his mouth to speak.

“Pachel!” A voice rang out. Kothlin could barely make out the speaker… Rhythmia Lapseus. When had she arrived?

Pachel turned to respond. The force lessened slightly. Kothlin lifted his head up to respond to the War Lord’s words.

...Only to see a body hit the floor next to him.

It landed with a thump, and bounced once. Black uniform, red hair. One arm.

Red blood.

Split open like a watermelon, a gush of fluid, revealing the flesh inside.

Pachel spun back around, eyes wide. The tall warrior fell to his knees, then let out a guttural howl. The force compressing Kothlin let up. He rose, almost by instinct, and gulped in great breaths of air. Pachel saw him rise, and raised an arm to force him down once more.

Kothlin wouldn’t let him. The joints on his suit groaning, he drew back and delivered a swift punch to Pachel’s skull.

The motor-assisted gauntlet drove through his head like scissors through wet paper. A horrifying crunch sounded as Kothlin tore off the entire right side of Pachel’s head, sending shards of his skull across the room. The grey matter beneath the bone exploded in a splatter of blood and fluids.

Pachel’s corpse fell forward, landing on the body of his lover. Both lay still.

Kothlin turned around and looked at the people in the hall. They’d been just released from the force, but now an even greater weight was pushing down on them- the weight of war. Kothlin spotted Reina leaning against an overturned table, giving him her trademark death stare. Her daughter and husband leaned against each other in shock.

Kothlin opened his mouth to apologize, when, for the second time that day, a bright flash enveloped his sight. He passed into unconsciousness.

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In the Harrow’s Laboratory, a certain spinning sphere began to slow… and slow… and slow. As it creaked to a stop, the foundations of the small world of Harrow’s Keep began to shake. Once again, the blinding white light returned. Once again, everyone fell unconscious.

The Keep returned in much the same way it had left- with a bang. Smaller, this time, but a bang nonetheless. A massive displacement of air blew back anyone nearby, and the Keep was present once more.

Except.. The keep had changed. Every single home that had been displaced into the sky fell to the ground, crashing into the buildings beneath. More inhabitants of Harrow’s perished as the Keep flashed back into existence.

And the Tower that stood for a thousand years- the pride and joy of Golovan Harrow- began to rumble.

Everything is as it should be.

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Light filled Kothlin’s vision, pushing him awake. The evening sun’s light gleamed through the open doors of the Grand Hall, a welcome sight. He retracted Angeline’s helmet. Sweet sunshine.

His eyes followed the sunbeam to… the corpses.

Reina ran up and slapped him.

“What in the world were you thinking?” She hissed.

“He was going to kill me, Reina. I took advantage of it. We’re better off now.” He looked down and spat on Pachel’s corpse. Good riddance.

“You know what this means, right?” Reina pointed at the others in the hall.

“Yes.”

Kothlin looked around. Alistair. Christina. Lord Aureolin. That young Immolis child. Not the most fitting audience, but it would suffice. And Rhythmia Lapseus...

”All who can hear, know this. The Houses Kothlin, Young, and…” he snuck a glance at the second twin. “...Lapseus declare war on Croania. No longer shall we suffer under the South’s oppressive regime. The North will live free!”

He raised his gauntlet high. No cheers. The tower shook ominously.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said to Reina. “Your transport?”

“The car is fine. I had Alistair verify it earlier. All of our belongings are in there too.”

“Hania will be coming with my things. Let’s move.”

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End of Act I

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Cameron Schumaker

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"Kath...ping? Doesn't have the same ring to it."

Name / Nicknames:
Cameron Schumaker - Cam will suffice for those who are close to him.

Age:
16

Gender:
Male ♂

Role:
Demon Weapon

Special Trait:
Cameron is capable of partial transformation. He can also grow or shrink in size while weapon form, becoming a small hatchet or a large battleaxe over two meters in length. He can sustain size transformations for up to 15 minutes.

Strengths:

• An excellent planner. Cameron is calm and collected when nothing goes awry. Unfortunately, Katherine often becomes a wrench in his machinations.
• Very good long-distance runner.
• Excellent at cooking in a variety of styles.

Weaknesses:

• Terrible at improvisation and on-the-spot thinking.
• Can't swim well.

Partner:
Katherine Leblanc | @Aviaire

Soul Type and Appearance:
A normal soul. Light brown, with an unassuming expression of content. It seems perpetually satisfied.

Appearance:
At 6’2” and 160 lbs, Cameron is the literal embodiment of a human lamppost. His only other notable feature is a pair of extremely thick glasses. His vision is absolute garbage, requiring a +10 prescription just to function properly. He’s legally blind without them. Otherwise, his dark hair and smiling face are fairly bog-standard. He’s not particularly muscular, but he’s excellent at long-distance running (which he hates).

Cameron mostly wears shorts and t-shirts, but often dons thicker clothing in order to lend them to Kath, who gets cold easily. In terms of accessories, he’s never without his camera, and is always looking for good shots and candids.

Weapon Appearance and Description:

Like this but with a longer haft

Cameron takes the shape of a 6 foot long axe when he shift into a weapon. The haft is 4.5 feet long, and the head makes up the rest. Unlike most demon weapons, he appears to be made of a bone-like substance. Regardless, he remains as durable and effective as any other demon weapon.

Personality:
Cameron embodies selflessness. He’s willing to help others at all times, and even goes out of his way to make sure hat those around him are comfortable. Unfortunately, he does it so much that it tends to get overbearing and annoying. He’s been working on toning it down recently, and is starting to make more friends as a result. He’s accepting, loving, and endlessly patient. Unfortunately, this does mean that he’s a bit of a doormat at times. His concern for others also leans on over-worrying, especially in regards to Katherine. He gets antsy when they’re apart for too long, as who knows what trouble she could be getting herself into?

Backstory:
Born to Aaron and Maria Schumaker, Cameron grew up in Washington before moving to Death City. While he didn't have many friends before moving, the transition to an entirely new environment basically ended his entire social life. Any friends he made, he lost fairly quickly due to his overbearing and fretful nature.

As a result, Cam turned to solitary hobbies like reading and photography. He enjoyed the peaceful nature of taking it slow and steady, and often found himself wandering the streets of Death City in his free time, looking in bookshop windows and taking photographs.

One sunny Saturday, Cam was readying his camera to capture a wandering cat when a force of nature swept him up and demanded his attention. A white-haired girl basically tackled the poor cat, then pestered Cam to take photos of her with it. Seeing no reason to refuse her, Cameron lined up the shot and captured what would be the first of many photos of Katherine. The girl then dragged him to her own home to download and print the copies, then sent him on his way. The two would later meet many times to talk and relax. Cameron was delighted to have a new friend, and she didn't seem to be bothered by all his worrying. She was clumsy and forgetful at times, and Cam was more than happy to help her whenever possible.

It was even more of a joy when, later, the two met at the DWMA and joined as partners. They moved into the joint Meister and Demon Weapon dorms at the Academy, and have been inseparable since. Furthermore, with someone to focus all his worrying on, Cam has started to branch out and make more friends since enrolling at the DWMA. Life is good.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Cameron Schumaker

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"Kath...ping? Doesn't have the same ring to it."

Name / Nicknames:
Cameron Schumaker - Cam will suffice for those who are close to him.

Age:
16

Gender:
Male ♂

Role:
Demon Weapon

Special Trait:
Cameron is capable of partial transformation. He can also grow or shrink in size while weapon form, becoming a small hatchet or a large battleaxe over two meters in length. He can sustain size transformations for up to 15 minutes.

Strengths:

• An excellent planner. Cameron is calm and collected when nothing goes awry. Unfortunately, Katherine often becomes a wrench in his machinations.
• Very good long-distance runner.
• Excellent at cooking in a variety of styles.

Weaknesses:

• Terrible at improvisation and on-the-spot thinking.
• Can't swim well.

Partner:
Katherine Leblanc | @Aviaire

Soul Type and Appearance:
A normal soul. Light brown, with an unassuming expression of content. It seems perpetually satisfied.

Appearance:
At 6’2” and 160 lbs, Cameron is the literal embodiment of a human lamppost. His only other notable feature is a pair of extremely thick glasses. His vision is absolute garbage, requiring a +10 prescription just to function properly. He’s legally blind without them. Otherwise, his dark hair and smiling face are fairly bog-standard. He’s not particularly muscular, but he’s excellent at long-distance running (which he hates).

Cameron mostly wears shorts and t-shirts, but often dons thicker clothing in order to lend them to Kath, who gets cold easily. In terms of accessories, he’s never without his camera, and is always looking for good shots and candids.

Weapon Appearance and Description:

Like this but with a longer haft

Cameron takes the shape of a 6 foot long axe when he shift into a weapon. The haft is 4.5 feet long, and the head makes up the rest. Unlike most demon weapons, he appears to be made of a bone-like substance. Regardless, he remains as durable and effective as any other demon weapon.

Personality:
Cameron embodies selflessness. He’s willing to help others at all times, and even goes out of his way to make sure hat those around him are comfortable. Unfortunately, he does it so much that it tends to get overbearing and annoying. He’s been working on toning it down recently, and is starting to make more friends as a result. He’s accepting, loving, and endlessly patient. Unfortunately, this does mean that he’s a bit of a doormat at times. His concern for others also leans on over-worrying, especially in regards to Katherine. He gets antsy when they’re apart for too long, as who knows what trouble she could be getting herself into?

Backstory:
Born to Aaron and Maria Schumaker, Cameron grew up in Washington before moving to Death City. While he didn't have many friends before moving, the transition to an entirely new environment basically ended his entire social life. Any friends he made, he lost fairly quickly due to his overbearing and fretful nature.

As a result, Cam turned to solitary hobbies like reading and photography. He enjoyed the peaceful nature of taking it slow and steady, and often found himself wandering the streets of Death City in his free time, looking in bookshop windows and taking photographs.

One sunny Saturday, Cam was readying his camera to capture a wandering cat when a force of nature swept him up and demanded his attention. A white-haired girl basically tackled the poor cat, then pestered Cam to take photos of her with it. Seeing no reason to refuse her, Cameron lined up the shot and captured what would be the first of many photos of Katherine. The girl then dragged him to her own home to download and print the copies, then sent him on his way. The two would later meet many times to talk and relax. Cameron was delighted to have a new friend, and she didn't seem to be bothered by all his worrying. She was clumsy and forgetful at times, and Cam was more than happy to help her whenever possible.

It was even more of a joy when, later, the two met at the DWMA and joined as partners. They moved into the joint Meister and Demon Weapon dorms at the Academy, and have been inseparable since. Furthermore, with someone to focus all his worrying on, Cam has started to branch out and make more friends since enrolling at the DWMA. Life is good.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Applying again with Cam. Can't say for sure if @Aviaire wants to be Kath again.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer Reboot

looks cool! I really like the tarot classifications.

Can I get an idea of what the plot's going to be like? Will it be an overarching series or a collection of smaller stories?

Quest to End the Wars of Oblivion

C

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

@Fabricant451KOWASHITAI IN FEH BABY

How do you feel about the level of character diversity you’ve experienced?

<Snipped quote by BrokenPromise>
Ah, but there's a difference, I think, between writing a novel or script, and roleplaying a character. And I honestly don't know many authors who I'd say portray the opposite sex in a perfectly believable way. But when you're reading a book, you *know* you're reading a book by so-and-so, so the expectation to be fully convinced isn't quite the same. Does that make any sense? Most books aren't going to delve so deeply and intimately into the psyche, thoughts, sensations, impressions, urges, desires, etc...of every single character in the story. That's usually saved for the protagonist. Whereas when someone is roleplaying a character, they're tasked with literally *becoming* that character, not just relaying "Bob sat down and picked up a beer and said "Evening, everyone." Sure, some people roleplay on that level and never bother going any deeper, but that's not what I'm talking about here. (Sorry, Bob, not trying to throw you under the bus, bro.)

@GeekFactor

I disagree on this point, or at least, I think I can offer a counterexample. Some people write their characters to be contributions to the narrative. I know not everyone is like this, but sometimes you have characters that are, you know, less complicated.