The Irish Tree

Fate/Stay Night Casual RP

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Fate/Stay Night Casual RP

@KoL

Fate/Stay Night Casual RP

Uh...I am here. And I am Tree.

Infinite Story

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Infinite Story

Dude man person

IRL

Name: William Banagher

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Height: 6'3

Appearance:


Personality: Creative, friendly, and generally a nice guy, Williams a pretty chill guy to hang around with. While not exactly the best at making optimized builds to speedrun dungeons as fast as possible, his playstyle does have quite a bit of flair involved. He's the kind of guy who likes to find a median balance between form and function, finding that light cloth armor fits his playstyle of evasive spell-casting. That and he thinks he looks cool.

Bio: Born in a moderately sized city, from an early age, Will's parents encouraged creativity in the household, from age 6 onwards, he was allowed to paint his own room, even getting permission throwing a bit of crayon in there once in a while. While it was terrible, the encouragement early on helped Will to excel artistically, at least up until middle school when he started to get into building models of buildings as set-pieces and dioramas. From Middle-School onward, architecture has been his passion, and, after graduating from high school, he opted to try and get a degree as an architectural designer. Now in college, he couldn't be happier with learning about buildings and shit.

Taking an interest in just how damn cool the prospect of a world of infinite possibilities, William saved up money from his part-time jobs to afford Infinite Story, and the VRSystem.

Other: Named his character after his favorite novel's protagonist.
Often vends potions in the starting areas, on good days a great deal cheaper than the ones available in the stores.
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Avatar

Name: Belvast

Level: 6

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Main Stats: Intelligence, Wisdom, and Speed

Known Words: Phantom, Blade, Multi, Form, Speed, Shield, Arrow, Charge, Eye

Known Spell Combinations:
Phantom Blade: (Phantom, Blade, Form [Variable: Multi, Speed, Charge]) Belvast's combat spell of choice, forms a long sword that he can control from a medium range, and the strength of the spell scales with the current weapon he holds.

Phantom Shield: (Phantom, Shield, Form [Variable: Multi, Eye]) Defensive spell that forms a sizable tower shield that Belvast can remotely control. Useful for covering allies in vulnerable positions.

Phantom Arrows: (Phantom, Arrow [Variable: Multi, Charge, Speed]) Projectile spell that is fairly fast and can be charged and sped up to make it even more deadly.

Phantom Occulus: (Phantom, Eye [Variable: Arrow,]) Mana-Constructed eyes that can float around or stick to walls. Belvast can see through each eye he has out, though if he has too many he'll overwhelm himself in trying to control them. Arrows can be shot from the eyes.

Equipment:
Head: Scarf (Neck)
Torso: Cloth Tunic
Arms: Leather Vambraces
Legs: Cloth Trousers
Feet: Leather Hiking Boots
Accessory: Ring of the Waning Moon (Rapidly regenerates Mana after reaching 20% HP)
Weapon (R): Talisman of The Court Wizard (Grants passive mana regeneration, equal to 3% of maximum mana)
Weapon (L): Talisman of The Court Jester (Grants passive spell damage increase)

Infinite Story

Expressing tentative interest.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

CASH MONEY BUMP!

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Torie seemed to completely ignore everything around him as he followed the group to the dining hall, still absolutely heartbroken and bumping into shit constantly. "My career's over...my heart can't take it...the promise of all that money, gone...like a rainbow in the dark..." he lamented in his own mind, having the sense not to scream about how he wanted the damn money in front of the boss. As much as he wanted that money...pretty much more than anything in the entire universe, out of every single scientifically discovered substance, or magical power, that damn money had priority between his ears.

Simply taking a seat without saying anything, he was seated beside Luka, his chin resting on the table while he blankly looked at the food before him. He started to wonder just how much it costed to make this entire spread, and lamented once more: "Could have bought a bazillion potatoes...a katrillion carrots..." obviously not knowing that those weren't real measurements. Torie never DID go to school...or learn addition. Or how to spell. Or table manners. Or that there was more than one kind of pie. Well, there were more, like rhubarb, and cherry, but...

His internal rambling started to drive him a little sane again, causing him to at least sit up after a minute of slouching and resting his head on his palm, propping his right arm up by his elbow. "Thanks for the grub." he said, trying not to sound as dead as he felt on the inside.

Hightschool DxDxD

And in one moment, it was over. Creighton honestly thought that he could knock Hecate off balance, but then, he supposed he'd seen stronger at younger anyways. He was too used to fighting mostly normal humans or weaker demons. Seemed like Zeke had himself a well-trained knight. Thankful that she didn't try to stick him with the blade, Creighton sighs and raises his hands as a sign of giving up. "Told ya I'm not a fighter." he said, before suddenly clutching his stomach once Hecate got up and off him. "And that I haven't eaten in a week..."

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Creighton listened attentively to Fox-Chick's explanation, though he wondered if she misunderstood what he was asking. Looking at her gauntlet as she spoke, he just said: "I guess I have something kind of similar going on." as his coat formed on his shoulders, all the rats looking curiously at the fox-eared girl, glowing eyes blinking from the fur of the coat. A couple of the rats scattered up onto Creighton's arms and ran down their lengths, sniffing at his fingers as if looking to see if he had food. "Not too many people want a guy around who has a bunch of rats following him. But hey, using my gear was the best thing I ever did." he said, standing up.

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Watching Orin as he had his conversation with fox-chick, Creighton started to have a margin of respect for him. In fact, most of what he studied of Hecate's movements came from him watching Orin's match the most. Despite how much faster the red-head was, Orin seemed to have control over the pace of the fight. Definitely a good trait to have in someone in a combat situation. Creighton might have even come off as being somewhat creepy, leaning forward, eyes almost glimmering as he watched the two dance. For the most part, that was where he put together his own plan to try and rush against the girl, figuring that the best way to counter speed was to ensure that the knight wouldn't have enough time to react. As fast as the body was, the mind had limits. And the mind placed limits upon the body.

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"...Well...I guess I don't mind being called an uncle. Just...hold off on the smelly bit. Anyways...Why'd you want me to teach you to fight like I did anyhows? Your style seems to work pretty good, considering you won and all." he said as he stretched, rubbing his own shoulders before Yuriha went over to Orin.

His expression turned blank as he saw Yuriha...talk to her right hand and then punch it. It was at this point he could start to tell that Yuriha was a bit...off her rocker.

Hightschool DxDxD

"Also, an oyaji is like a... really cool uncle? Even if you're a smelly one?" Yuriha was quite blunt in her statement, and she was blushing while turning her face away from Creighton, though it was clear that she wasn't telling everything about the nickname she called him.
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@KoL

...Wait...
.....What else is there to that nickname?

What contract has Creighton been forced into with the pact of the Oyaji?