The 42nd Gecko

Midnight Sun: Original Thread

Neat.

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Süne

Name: Süne
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: Beyond his young and childish physique, Süne's most dramatic physical trait is long flowing pale turquoise hair, resembling the symbolic color of Ice-Types with a green tint. His skin is not pale, but not as dark as one might expect for someone who has spent more or less all of his days under the sun, for it is often the pale northern sun. His eyes are a brighter, more green saturated color than his eyes. While he is exceptionally fit and a little tall for a 14 year old, he's still a 14 year old. He's not gonna win many height, weight, or wrestling competitions.
Hometown: Technically Relin. But he was born in the south east of it to a nomadic group of hunters.
Personality: Süne is fairly quiet, reserved, calm and patient. These might not seem to be likely traits for a 12 year old boy, but there's some firm selection pressure going on for boys who grow up in a tundra. He is not without emotion, nor does he keep his emotions hidden, but he simply expresses them in smaller form. Süne is fairly generous, partly because there is little in this world of material interest to him. Power nor wealth is not what he seeks, but he will not turn his nose up to it when mastery of his craft achieves it. It is simply not what drives him.

Süne's quest is to paint a portrait of every Natrelmon, and it is for that reason that he took up the Rites. He roams the wildlands, rarely returning to civilization. Often the reason for his returns to civilization are to either store his paintings, or purchase what few supplies he doesn't know how to make himself.Another reason he occasionally returns for is to hand over natrelmon he has captured to others, or give them free Elixirs that he does not personally have a use for. To keep what he personally cannot use is something he regards as foolishness.

Relic Description: Süne's relic is his quiver, a special arrow for each Natrelmon kept separate from the normal arrows.
Starting Natrelmon: Frallion, Eletta

History: Some might wonder what history would lead to a 14 year old wandering the wild lands alone, hunting Natrelmon. Are his parents dead? Was he raised by wolves? What's going on here? The answer is his parents are fine. They continue to live roaming the lands they always have, semi-nomadic, following herds of Natrelmon across the Steppes and Tundras. Adulthood in their tribe is determined by when you can complete solo hunts and take care of all of your own gear. Süne reached that acumen rather unusually early (though, he also chose a fairly unambitious target, in a Nevetta), and sought to undertake the Rites and begin starting his dream as soon as he could. To meet even one Legendary Natrelmon was by no means assured, even with a lifetime of searching, so there was no time to lose in starting.

Professions: Tracker (Rank VI, 9,400 Experience), Herbalist (Rank VI, 8,550 Experience)
Magic: Frostweaving(3), Searsinging(3), 7272 experience to put towards one of those, and Seedsowing (1)

Aspiration: Paint a portrait of every Natrelmon species, including Very Rares and Legendaries.

Natrelmon:
Snowstep, level 15 Frallion, F, given to him by his parents upon completion of his first hunt.
Unnamed, level 10 Eletta, F, was gathered as an egg from the target of his first hunt. Need to apply 7272 experience.
Unnamed, level 16 Leadro, M, Wild Roll
Unnamed, level 21 Yosoku, F, Wild Roll
Unnamed, level 18 Swalest, M, Wild Roll
Unnamed, level 9 Soelbe, M, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 15 Weddelbek, M, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 13 Omu, F, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 14 Amar, F, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 20 Albion, M, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 21 Sakura-re, F, Wild Roll, 9,469 experience after Toran Arena Challenge.
Unnamed, Level 24 Panzer, F, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 23 Omu, F, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 21 Ocalia, M, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 25 Orkora, M, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 21 Wispy, F, Wild Roll
Unnamed, Level 26 Velare, F, Wild Roll

Items:
12,000N
42 F Rank Charges.
A LOT of painting supplies.
Survivalist Supplies.
A shortbow and arrows.
Total Herbs:
17 Toran Thistle, 16 Ember Leaf, 14 Groveweed, 10 Noxshroom
3 Emleaf, 3 Ocalia, 2 Kaigara, All acquired while max level natrelmon was 15
3 Ocalia, acquired with max level 20.
1 Narashi Ingredient, acquired with max level 26.

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Süne

Name: Süne
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: Beyond his young and childish physique, Süne's most dramatic physical trait is long flowing pale turquoise hair, resembling the symbolic color of Ice-Types with a green tint. His skin is not pale, but not as dark as one might expect for someone who has spent more or less all of his days under the sun, for it is often the pale northern sun. His eyes are a brighter, more green saturated color than his eyes. While he is exceptionally fit and a little tall for a 14 year old, he's still a 14 year old. He's not gonna win many height, weight, or wrestling competitions.
Hometown: Technically Relin. But he was born in the south east of it to a nomadic group of hunters.
Personality: Süne is fairly quiet, reserved, calm and patient. These might not seem to be likely traits for a 12 year old boy, but there's some firm selection pressure going on for boys who grow up in a tundra. He is not without emotion, nor does he keep his emotions hidden, but he simply expresses them in smaller form. Süne is fairly generous, partly because there is little in this world of material interest to him. Power nor wealth is not what he seeks, but he will not turn his nose up to it when mastery of his craft achieves it. It is simply not what drives him.

Süne's quest is to paint a portrait of every Natrelmon, and it is for that reason that he took up the Rites. He roams the wildlands, rarely returning to civilization. Often the reason for his returns to civilization are to either store his paintings, or purchase what few supplies he doesn't know how to make himself.Another reason he occasionally returns for is to hand over natrelmon he has captured to others, or give them free Elixirs that he does not personally have a use for. To keep what he personally cannot use is something he regards as foolishness.

Relic Description: Süne's relic is his quiver, a special arrow for each Natrelmon kept separate from the normal arrows.
Starting Natrelmon: Frallion, Eletta

History: Some might wonder what history would lead to a 14 year old wandering the wild lands alone, hunting Natrelmon. Are his parents dead? Was he raised by wolves? What's going on here? The answer is his parents are fine. They continue to live roaming the lands they always have, semi-nomadic, following herds of Natrelmon across the Steppes and Tundras. Adulthood in their tribe is determined by when you can complete solo hunts and take care of all of your own gear. Süne reached that acumen rather unusually early (though, he also chose a fairly unambitious target, in a Nevetta), and sought to undertake the Rites and begin starting his dream as soon as he could. To meet even one Legendary Natrelmon was by no means assured, even with a lifetime of searching, so there was no time to lose in starting.

Professions: Tracker, Herbalist
Magic: Frostweaving(3), Searsinging(3)

Aspiration: Paint a portrait of every Natrelmon species, including Very Rares and Legendaries.

Natrelmon:
Snowstep, level 15 Frallion, F, given to him by his parents upon completion of his first hunt.
Unnamed, level 10 Eletta, F, was gathered as an egg from the target of his first hunt.

Items:
5,000N
60 F Rank Charges.
A LOT of painting supplies.
Survivalist Supplies.
A shortbow and arrows.

You know you can count on me for steady inoffensive mediocrity.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

It took me long enough to make one character I'm happy with, I'm not sue I wanna make another.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Bye flood, see ya later.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

"Nah, he's cool." Mushi nodded as Oliver commented on the bullet wounds and how they weren't from Cyll. She didn't feel too much like trying to interact with him. Trying to ask for a duel with one of Charlemagne's peers was waaaay beyond her level. Like, sure, you learned a lot from a loss and all, but there was a point where you were so much weaker than someone you couldn't learn from the fight, like trying to attack a mountain.

She grumbled to herself as she rolled over on the bed, stuffing her face into her pillow and hugging it tight. Not the most fashionable and polite way to pose oneself while someone was trying to introduce themselves to you, it must be said. "Nn'mm Mushi. Nish ta'meecha." Mushi mumbled back at Oliver through her pillow after he had given his name. Between the pair Muchi definitely seemed to be the one with less manners.

After Oliver had left, Mushi spent a little more time watching how enthusiastic Cyll was about eating than she did eating herself. Her mouth hanging open more for the speed of Cyll's frantic consumption more often that it was for nomming her own nosh.

"Oh man I haven't eaten this good in weeks!" As Cyll commented on how he hadn't eaten this well for weeks, Mushi glanced down at her own food. It was good, not that good, was it? She took a careful bite, trying to discern if this flavor was special.

"Wait, don't tell me... did you get to eat food this amazing this entire time?! How lucky can you be?!"

"Pfft...." Mushi couldn't help but start to crack up at how shocked and even jealous Cyll looked. She stifled her laughter with a hand over her mouth. "Haha, what, are you gonna be picking your wife on how well she cooks fish or something? Do you love it that much?"

The light and joyous mood however, came to a quick end as Marshal and Oliver returned. Things were very quickly turning sour. She gave a quick glance at Cyll, that spoke of being sorry to leave him behind.

Then she fled out the window. She was probably not undetected, as she bumped her horns on the sill, the pain of having her neck twisted making her yipe out in pain. And then, even after exiting the room for a few moments, she reached through again, blindly feeling around for her tray, with just one arm visible. The clatter of her silverware was audible when she finally found it, and then she pulled the tray outside.

Her sword was left behind, so she was probably intending on coming back later, but she wasn't a fan of the magnifying edge effect that seemed to be generated from Oliver and Marshall bouncing off each other.

@The Irish Tree@Ammokkx@The 42nd Gecko@Enkryption

Midnight Sun: Original Thread

Riding the Fire TC

L y r e n

“What's the matter, can't handle a little pain, you FUCKING PUSSY?!?”

Lyren, in response to a classmate's broken arm at her hands

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Lyren Periwell

_Age

19

_Gender

Female

_Origin

Terra Nova

_Appearance

Oy, her abs are up there.

_Personality

At first glance Lyren is a raging asshole, ruled by a fiery temper that lashes out at nearly everything and anyone close to her. How she, and others like her, somehow manage to be functional adults is an eternal mystery.

Lyren is not, however, ruled by her fiery temper. It is a deliberate choice to be antagonistic, to claim social and physical territory by rendering no one else willing to contest it. She's still a raging asshole, but it's deliberate. She doesn't lose herself to rage, she deliberately stokes the flames. She's quite capable of playing it cool on occasion to find a better time to explode. Lyren practices meditation in a very different way than most, where rather than silencing her emotions and thoughts, she trains herself to bring them forth on the command. Would just a little bit of pain tolerance and ruthless lack of concern for others help her win a fight? Bring out the anger. Would showing some sadness and remorse get her opponent to drop their guard? Bring out the tears. To her, the mind, the emotions, and the chemicals they induce are another tool of physical perfection. Rage, and the power it gives, is another weapon to be wielded.

Lyren cheats, at pretty much anything but her body. She is an awful person to play cards with unless you've quicker eyes than she has hands. She doesn't care about the sanctity of sports, only her victory. She's underhanded whenever she thinks it'll give her an edge, and then raw brute force to seal the deal so that they'll never think of crossing her again. The only thing she seems to respect is her body, and only then because she's concerned about long term health. And maybe a little narcissism. Regardless, she won't take any sort of supplement or steroid or experimental exercise regime even, unless it's been rigorously tested for safety. What book learning Lyren does have is probably tangentially related to her exhaustive research into better fitness methods.

Lyren cheats, but that doesn't mean she doesn't work hard. Cheating, in her mind, is a way to tip the scales in her favor, but it won't turn a kitten into a tiger. The ultimate reason why she cheats is not laziness, but the burning desire to win. So she definitely puts herself through hell to maintain what she believes is peak physical condition. If she's not training, there's a very real possibility she's researching better ways to train, or purposefully resting for the sake of better training.

The reason Lyren wanted to join the Valkyrie program is simple. The pilots of the Valkyries are the ones who are above all others in sheer personal power. She might have to share that power with one other person, but it's better than being a politician, whose power is only the sheer number of idiots following him. She doesn't want to lead a team or inspire her fellows, she wants to be a goddess of destruction who terrorizes everything that stands between her and proving her superiority. She's a bit surprised by her assignment to the TC rather than PC program, but she'll take it, figuring that the TC basically gets to be a giant fucking huge superpower robot, and that's fine.

Lyren also enjoys studying and writing character poetry.

_{Background Information}

Lyren's life does not start with some awful tragedy, abuse, poverty, or neglect. She seemed to have everything going for her, being reasonable well read and educated. She may have grown up in a rather poor part of Terra Nova, but it was still Terra Nova, and she practically lived the high life compared to plenty of other kids on frontier worlds. She was active and social, absolutely crushing children years older than her in playground games of basketball. It wasn't until the "crushing" started to get literal, that people started to get worried.

Lyren was generally the villain of many a sports anime as she grew up, and unfortunately for the poor underdogs, no plot armor or secret skills was going to let them win after Lyren broke their legs in a particularly viscous clash. Lyren got eventually banned from more or less half the leagues she joined, after the strings of accidents proved a little too hard to believe. That didn't bother Lyren though, it just proved they couldn't handle her, in her mind.

Eventually, she sought out the military, because no pussy university or sport could hold a true competitor like Lyren Periwell. And the Valkyries were the best of the military, so that's where she went.

Lyren was chosen for the TC position for mostly experimental reasons. She doesn't have the exceptional intellect, awareness, or instinct frequently expected of them. She was chosen because she resembles a "Riding the Fire" PC, who has extreme aggression and a confrontational personality, to see if that will enhance her compatibility with her PC after they start Riding the Fire, and stave off the emotional problems of other TCs by starting as far away from them on the personality spectrum as possible. Her meditation and control over her emotional state to such a conscious level was viewed as an useful guarantee of a minimum baseline of usefulness for this wild experiment in TC selection. Her extreme physical ability and G-Force resistance was considered a good match for Ryner, as there were no other TC candidates who could withstand the same acceleration he could, potentially wasting one of his most exceptional traits.

Attributes & Other Information

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_{Coordinator Type}

TC

_{Coordination Profile}

Awareness | ■■□□□
Composure | ■■■■□
Endurance | ■■■■■
Instinct | ■■□□
Intellect | ■■□□□

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Awaiting Christmas eagerly, and awaiting Edgy Harvin's response.

S: TCD [cancelled]

@Xiro Zean Yay!

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

"Oh, she's sorta in. I think she's looking after whatever that crashing direction was thataway! Her treatments are pretty good, just the other day I had a bunch of bullet wounds and now I'm right as rain." Mushi pointed in the direction of Amanita and Marshall, but didn't rise from her bed, simply scooting her pillow a little so it bunched up and propped her head a little higher so she could get a good eye on the newcomer.

~Aw man, when will I get one of those super awesome power auras. I've trained my whole life and I still don't give off an aura unless I frivolously spend my time and effort to do it.~ Mushi's reaction to the stranger's obvious martial and magical prowess.. was to pout a little. There was a complete lack of fear, simply disappointment that she wasn't as obviously powerful. She had spent her whole childhood constantly around stronger than her duelists, so if her reaction to a stranger with extreme power was fear, she would have been quite traumatized. As it was, she was acclimated to the idea of people stronger than her, even if she didn't particularly like it.

~I mean, I guess it's fine that I don't show off my power level.. Element of surprise and all that. But darn it, it looks cool.~ Mushi continued internally sulking and turned her head to the side, making her disappointment a little less obvious. She considered introducing herself, but, probably because of the sulking, didn't.

@The Irish Tree@Ammokkx