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1 yr ago
Current I still like to come by and leave a flower here sometimes.
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3 yrs ago
Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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5 yrs ago
I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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6 yrs ago
People like to nudge aside the fact that there's a level of commitment to hosting, and joining an RP. The majority of players don't have it in either case, regardless of how interesting an idea is.
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6 yrs ago
I've been gone so long that I forgot what the status bar was like. It's like coming back to an old apartment, except it's not an apartment anymore, it's just two walls and a lot of heroine addicts.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?

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Alex Teixeira


The sound of infant whimpers struck a chord with Alex, but it didn't dissuade him from prying further. This woman was clearly terrified, and he threats rang utterly hollow. She carried a baby, was bound by anxiety, and was in no position to kill Alex. This couldn't be a trap, either. Nobody lured him here, he'd made his way toward this house on his lonesome. Alex lowered his gun and inched closer towards the door, reaching for the handle and turning it half-way. "I'm not here to steal, is ok- Please move away from door," He urged, turning the doorknob even further. These two were alone, that much was certain. Unless, unbeknownst to Alex, they were part of a larger group concocting an elaborate ruse to rob him blind. Why would they waste the time or push him away if there were the case, though? "I'm here with friends, we are not bandits, they good people- We just need a place to sleep for the night.."
Yami struggled to move as the chains wrapped around his neck. Looking at Abigail, he staggered in place for a moment as his shell send a surge of pain throughout his body. "Ach!" He couldn't move or retract his head safely. Now he had no choice. Yami began his transformation once again, turning into his giant-turtle form and putting more strain on the chains as his neck thickened and his shell grew once again. The cracks remained despite his transformation, though, getting bigger to match his new size. His humanoid hands changed back into large three-nailed feet again, releasing Zypha's scythes before slamming into the ground.

It was no use though, Yami couldn't move fast enough..
Newjinsland Outskirts

THE SWORD LADY IS A SPY!


The Krunk-mobile began whirring up as Eleanor successfully hooked onto the prisoner's door as it was closing. Without warning though, the giant ball began moving, picking up speed quite quickly as wheels popped out of its underside.
@FateWeaver Nobody's waiting on you. Alexander has been faded into the group of nameless Divers, so if you DO want to use him again, you're free to. But it's alright.
I may post tonight or tomorrow, depending on my headache.
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Buttercup
Last Name: N/A
Age: Very old.
Sex: None, is often referred to as male.
Home Nation: Illon
Appearance:
A large hulking figure, Buttercup could be confused for a human from a distance, but up close this misconception is swiftly dispelled. He stands at nearly 3 meters tall, and is completely made of metal. Where a normal humman's face would be is an ancient Illon war mask with no flesh behind it, a fierce expression forged from steel. The rest of his body is mostly hidden behind the large brown tattered robes he clothes himself in, but it also is made of steel. Armoured overlapping plate give an aesthetic similar to heavy plate armour, or some of the more traditional forms of power armour. Hundreds of tiny nicks, scrathches and dents cover this golem, and the entire design appears severely aged. However, it is quite clearly still functional.
Personality:
Contrary to his fearsome appearance, Buttercup is a gentle soul. He enjoys plants and nature, and often enjoys calmly sitting around quiet places. He finds humans to be rash, unthinking, and far too violent, but he does enjoy their company. He is fiercely loyal to those that earn his trust. His age, as well as his nature, have made him very confident. He will casually walk into enemy fire, and although he's quite capable of withstanding most attacks he doesn't quite understand his limits. He also lacks the self-preservation instinct of a human. He wishes to continue living if possible, but will gladly lay down his life for others.
History:
While the current Arcadian nation is at peace, this was not always the case. Illon in particular was a warlike nation, always attempting to expand it's borders. And in times of war, weapons of war are created. In the midst of one of their many conflicts, the Illon government attempted to create an army of superhuman golems to fight their war. These nameless automotons were forged by master smiths and given life by their current archmages. They were implanted with the body parts of dying soldiers, artificially filled with Ki and a number of powerful enchantments. This kept the dying 'alive', to some extent, although it erased their minds. Unfortunately, most of the created golems were driven insane by the process, unusable or dangerously unstable. Buttercup was among the few usable prototypes.

After one of the golems destroyed the lab, any attempt at making new golems was halted. However, those golems that remained were employed as shock troops, charging through enemy lines. They were highly effective, which later spurred several less successful attempts at copying the original work. But like all things, these must end. Buttercup was dismissed from the army once the Arcadian Alliance was set to law, and was to be 'retired' in a laboratory. With no more use for it on the battlefield, it would be dissected on the table in order to make way for more advanced magical science. And while several of it's companions were successfully detained, Buttercup felt the need to assert it's individuality at this point, and abandoned it's makers.

Since then it's roamed the jungles and forests of Arcadia, wandering the dangerous wastelands. It became a reclusive hermit, learning to enjoy the calm peacefulness of nature. Many Divers came to know it, and it's peaceful nature became well known. It enjoyed the company of the divers well enough, and would on occasion assist them when they met. However, eventually it felt the need to once more become part of society. Heading towards a city in Arcadia, Buttercup was initially treated with fear and revulsion. However, the newly formed S-S recognized it as a potential asset, and decided to recruit Buttercup. Glad for an opportunity to rejoin society in a less violent role, Buttercup became a part of S-S, and aimed to assist them in their many surveys.
Occupation: Junker

- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Neither
Magical Capabilities: None
Body Modifications:
Buttercupt is a golem, an artifical lifeform. While containing an organic heart, it's main body is composed of steel. It's skin consists of a series of armoured plates heavier than even plate armour, and it's internal 'organs' consist of balls of rare materials covered in runes and arcane scribbles. It is far stronger than a normal human being, capable of shattering bone with it's bear hands and punching a man's head straight off of their body. While in it's prime it was also more agile than most humans, but it's age has made it slow. Although it's practised movements still make it a dangerous fighter. It requires no food, water, or oxygen in order to survive due to it's nature as a unique lifeform not based on living organic components. If it's heart is destroyed, or significant damage is dealt to the arcane orbs contained within it's chest, it will die. It does not bleed, however, and damage to it's abdomen, limbs or head won't affect it in any significant manner. It also has a blade that can be extended from the wrist of it's right arm.
Weapons and Equipment: A massive greatsword, forged many years ago from stainless steel. Too heavy to be wielded by a normal human, this fearsome weapon was once covered in runes that would wreathe the sword in flames. Nowadays these enchantments are too damaged to work properly, and the blade relies purely on it's size and weight to rip through foes.
Specialties: A highly skilled fighter, with centuries of practise. Also, a surprisingly skilled botanist, having made a point to remember the names of all the flowers in the known world.


No complaints, you're good to go. Pop that baby into the characters tab. I'll prompt you when you have an opportunity to post IC.
Oh, for future reference, I'll be making a skype group for this rp so that actuve members can share inquiries in real-time.

Anyone interested, shoot me a pm.
@thewizardguyunfortunately, I have to agree with a lot of what my Co-Gm has stated. Your abilities are unfathomably powerful, and comparable to one of the big bads I don't plan on introducing until more than halfway through this first arc.

Teleporting non-chalantly is insane. There is already an established type of teleportation aptly titled warping which is very unstable, and taxing to use.

Reality claws is basically a 'circumvent everything' offense, and your hammerspace infers a lot of rules about this universe, that I'm sorry to say, contradict the canon just a tad.

Bending reality is... An instant denial in any shape or form. Those eyes are unacceptable (the robot eye made me chuckle tho, lel)

I will admit, I like the void-scarred idea, and a lot of his backstory is very interesting, so if you can take that theory and craft it a little differently, I might be willing to accept it. I might even be willing to accept a MUCH less intense form of teleportation magic, but it might be a better idea to think of something else.

Biggest issues:

-Basically all of his magic
-being exposed to the void directly (this would instantly kill him) pm me if you'd like more info on how void works and how you could apply this differently.

On my phone, but I have Hatman in skype right now, so relay all concerns to him.
@WillOh damn it, I didn't specify that las comment was directed at Reiley, sorry. It was like 1 am -.-
Thoris, Lark's Chambers

Two protagonists down!


"That's the spirit, lady! Whatever you need to tell yourself- It's fine by me! How about you there? Are you willing to stick around for the purpose of something greater? I bet you are!" Lark shouted happily. He sounded like a giddy father, it was kind of cute, but also outright weird.
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