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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?
Rajaka was left kneeling in a massive crater, at least 2 kilometres in diameter. He stood up slowly as Jeff landed nearby and cracked his neck. "Sure, bud," He mocked, stretching his arms out, "Sure." He looked around and whistled at his handiwork. "Gotta say, I think I improved the view. You should be thanking me for erasing that gross metal smudge! Makes this whole thing a little more interesting, dont'chya think?" He rose his hands outwards and walked around Jeff slowly, briefly taking glances at the terrain as he spoke.
"I mean... Man, I couldn't have made this any more awesome. A giant crater? Come on! This is like, the coolest fucking place to duke it out! Where 'duke' means 'crush' and 'it out' roughly translates to 'your skull'. What I'm basically saying, is that you stand no goddamn chance." He chuckled to himself and grabbed his waist triumphantly. "That laser though," he started, raising a finger while freezing in place. His eyes moved towards Jeff and he waggled his finger in acknowledgement. "That might have hurt if I didn't see it coming. Might of."
"Aye, there's a bit mo' than fire behind these punches, brother!"
| NAME: | Moro "Moe" Kahale
|AGE: | Age Appearance: 27 Actual Age: 32
| MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: | ~School of Magic~ >Augmentation< Nearly every physical aspect of the body can be augmented through the proper means, including but not limited to muscle fibres, brain chemistry, the five senses, and natural healing capabilities. Although more costly and dangerous than most forms of magic, augmentation can grant a human abilities that would put them on par with some of the most deadly animals of the wild.
~Augmentor~ >Feather Earring< Loosely dangling from his left ear is a small white and brown feather, attached by a worn chain. Moro created this with his parents when he was a boy and ultimate re-purposed it to channel his magical energy.
~Skills~
Moro uses his magic through a series of buffs that amplify the abilities of him, or anyone he can put his hands on.
>Overclock< Moro's primary method of augmentation wherein he amplifies his physical strength by a significant degree. A visible change in muscle mass presents itself while he continues to channel his newfound strength. There are risks that follow if Moro tries to overclock his body for too long, or by too wide a margin, including muscle tears, crippling fatigue, paralysis, and death. This ability is only limited by the consequences after the fact. The threshold for free use without negative effects increases with repeated use, but will reset if Moro does not religiously train both his magic and body. Using this ability on other people is even more dangerous if Moro doesn't already have a feel for their limitations.
>Skin Graft< Moro can heal wounds by expending large amounts of stamina. In the same fashion, he can increase the density of his skin to the point where it can deflect knives for short periods of time. Liberal use of skin graft can force Moro into a state of unconsciousness very quickly.
>Sensory Overload< Moro is capable of increasing the limits of his senses vastly while concentrating. This allows him to mimic the abilities of animals, to put it simply. He cannot amplify his senses while using any of his other abilities, making his sensory capabilities better suited for light-combat or reconnaissance.
>Ki Expulsion< This is possibly his most taxing ability if not moderated. Moro is capable of expelling raw Mana from his body to inflict damage that surpasses physical limitations. These short-range bursts of magical energy are invisible to the naked eye and possess a great deal of power that surpass Moro's limitations as a martial artist.
| PERSONALITY: | A lot might classify Moro as obnoxious, which isn't too far from the truth. As an outspoken meat-head who's biggest values in life are his muscles, Moro makes a name for himself by punching his way out of trouble. He isn't all that bright or considerate even if he tries his best to come across as a likeable fellow. Rather than listen to the commentary of his peers, he'd rather interject with his own take on things, while politely acknowledging the efforts of others as a nice sentiment. Despite the fact that a lot of people don't acknowledge him as anything more than a walking punch factory, Moro keeps a positive disposition in the face of people purposely mispronouncing his name as Moron.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The river bank's wall was cracking under the repeated pressure of his fists. One two, one two, one two three. Another line shot downwards like a lightning bolt. It reached the ground and split into two, chipping a triangular shard of rock out and on to the floor. Moro panted heavily and wiped his brow free of sweat. "Woo!" he hooted, glancing at the path that lead down to the riverside. His voice was ripe with pride, and echoed upwards into the highest reaches of Helia Tower. "Stone's breakin' and who's to blame? Moro's the name, fists are his..." Moro paused and leaned over, panting heavily with both hands clasping his kneecaps. He gasped the last word, 'game', while pushing himself back up with a loud series of pats against his thighs. "Aye, aye," the words, barely distinguishable from the roaring water that encompassed his training area, marked a time of rest. Moro thrust his head into the nearby waterfall and washed out his thick, muddy hair. Today was going to be a good day. That's what he told himself every day, but today was different. Today he had been expecting somebody to come down to his secluded little spot and train with him. He pulled his head free of the downwards current and shook himself dry like an excited dog.
He'd been there for two hours already. She was supposed to have met him at dawn. Moro wiped his face and focused intently on the path leading up the cliff's edge, towards Helia. His smile twitched and he jerked his head away. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, placing his thumbs and index fingers on the sides of his shorts. "Aye.." Moro looked down at the small chip of stone that he'd dislodged from the wall, and then down the long corridor of mud, rock and hanging vines. One... Two... Forty sections of cracked rock wall. At this rate, the entire grotto would collapse on top of him. "Aye..." He spun towards the wall again and hardened the skin around his knuckles. One two, one two. His eyes peered to the right for the briefest moment. One two, one two. Again. One two. Nobody was coming.
Rajaka moved his fingers as if to mock Jeff's words, making a mouth and flapping them together while rolling his eyes when he got struck by the down-draft and pushed towards the ground. The spiked beneath him were only a few feet away when it happened, and the laser from Jeff's tower was already mid-way across the field. "BANG!" He shouted, widening his eyes. It was just like before, except this time, Jeff was about to see the full scale of the explosion that emitted from Rajaka's body. It consumed the spikes beneath him immediately, as well as the ground beneath them, and the rock beneath that. The walls of Tech-mo faded into dust, and the giant energy beam that headed towards him was dispersed as if it were nothing. The robots that came towards him, the buildings within, Jeff's lab, the castle, and any unfortunate soul that was left behind in the city... They were all gone in a few seconds as the expanding ball of yellow light moved outwards without any sign of stopping. Within only a half a minute, all of Tech-Mo, along with a massive portion of the terrain that surrounded it, would be gone. Jeff would share the same fate, if he didn't get the hell out of the way.
I'm noticing a lack of *Punch* magic. If I were to make a character with physical-augmentative abilities would that be acceptable? I'm very interested in applying the underrated school of *punch* magic, and the lesser known sub-class of spells that fall under the *punch harder* tree.
Yzeira was content with his position, but his composure quickly changed as he stood up, straightening his back and lowering both hands to his sides. The red streaks in his hair began to fade away, one after another.
Behind Oz's previous position, where he stood upon falling under fire, the two lasers struck each other at the end of their paths and converged into a singular orb of violently rotating red light. Yzeira began to walk slowly away from his small platform, and down towards the stabilised ground beneath him, letting his arms sway casually at his sides. By then, his hair had returned to its normal ginger hue, but his eyes still glowed with a tinge of ferocity. The orbs the surrounded him began to fuse together, not changing shape, but rather, changing in composition. They were reduced to 7, which rotated around his waist like a small belt as he walked forward, held in pace unconsciously by his energy. His footsteps at this point were leaving small reddish prints in the tossed dirt, trailing behind him slightly as he continued to channel energy in his gut.
"This will not change much of anything," Yzeira whispered under his breath, speaking to himself with a hint of frustration. Two of the orbs that orbited his torso floated away. One headed slowly for Atlas' massive torso, darkening in hue as it grew closer, while the other began to pursue Atlas at a much faster rate. The patterns within the orbs became more violent, as if they concealed raging winds that gave them their perfectly spherical shape, but didn't hint at the capabilities they possessed. But it was safe to say, they were not about to give Atlas and Oz a massage.
Rather than attacking Atlas, Yzeira extended both his arms towards Oz, launching a pair of lasers at high speed, both directed for the center of his torso. The shields that crashed through the pillar beneath him began to upset his balance, but as he fell, the man bent downwards, and kept on hand on the platform below him, bracing himself. He looked up, and orbs began to emit from his barrier like they had before, amassing around him like orbiting moons once again as he fell towards the ground beneath him. With a loud thud, the platform he stood on crashed into the ground, but he remained relatively uninjured, levelling the ground below him with a series of well placed magical cuts. The platform he stood on seemed pretty sturdy as well, as if compacted into a single unbreakable chunk by some kind of miniature sub-barrier.
Yzeira's eyes narrowed at the beam was stopped for a brief moment by Atlas' shield. Fortunately for Oz, the energy gathered behind him burned itself out long before it was able to pierce the giant arm-mounter barrier. His spear on the other hand, looked as if it was about to make headway on Yzeira's own barrier. But, inches before it reached him, the weapon split in two, as if it were struck from below by some unseen force, before clashing against the side of the magical coating that surrounded its target. And afterimage of crackling, flashing energy emitted from where the spear was struck. With Atlas now towering over him though, the field was becoming less and less hospitable for the immobile caster. Not that he cared. From beneath him, a disk of red began to work its way down, securing a funnel of earth from the widespread destruction that consumed the terrain. The ground around Yzeira tore apart, leaving him with his protected pedestal, which prevented him from moving, but also from falling. Yzeira looked up at Atlas, and began to amass energy within himself. Such a massive creature wouldn't be dodging one of his attacks. It would only take one good strike to fell Oz's creation.
Rajaka smiled and blinked slowly as he spun to face Jeff.
"Now, normally, I'd pound your stupid head into a pancake for saying something like that. But Pal, friend, buddy," Rajaka shook his head. His skin turned grey and his eyes flashed. As the shot gun blasts struck him, he remained relatively unharmed. His movement was slowed enough that he no longer gained altitude, but it didn't seem to phase him in the least.
"Right now I am just... Wow," His skin returned to its normal hue and he began to giggle. "That is some strong shit." Rajaka reached the top of his arc, and began to fall towards Tech-Mo. The city's walls were on the horizon now.
"The city's empty, Jeff," Mikey voice buzzed through his intercom, "We're heading for Ferelda now. But we were only able to get the people out. All of the machines, robots, research notes..."
Rajaka's ears twitched.
"Oh man. Did you really think they were going to escape?" Rajaka started to chuckle. "Kid, you have no idea what you're in for." Rajaka's body began to glow, surrounded by a focused golden aura that glimmered around his body frame as he fell towards Tech Mo. "But, hey, Humour me. Hit me with something big." He sputtered into laughter and spun around in the air carelessly. "Maybe I'll feel it this time!"
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