The_written_John

Video game worlds collide

time for me to sleep, i'l reply in the morning ((in about 6 hours))

Video game worlds collide

Alucard frowned gently at the way the entity@Chaotix Warrior was mocking his accent, but didn't decide to hold it against him, perhaps the creature was from a land he had yet to encounter he thought to himself, and felt disappointed that this creature knew nothing about these woods, though it did authenticate a few facts for him.

"Then it's safe to assume you aren't from this land? We are strangers in some sort of realm that is incredibly odd... I would advise not letting your guard down even for a moment, if you do, the costs could be fatal, always remember that..."

Alucard thought about letting him know his name, though he wouldn't say his true name, he would merely go with the name he has used for a while now, that seemed about right given the odd and surprising situation he had found himself in.

"My name is Alucard. May I beseech you tell me your own? I fear the more time we waste, the quicker things might spiral out of balance..."

Alucard then felt the presence of more entities, not malicious ones but still had a foreign scent to them, causing Alucard to raise an eyebrow curiously, this was so strange... But he would have to hold on until it can be fixed.

"There are other foreign creatures here amongst us it seems... I advise we make a group and prepare ourselves... Who knows what malicious foes could be waiting for us in this strange realm... Though you shouldn't trust anyone you meet, who knows which entities around us could be wolves within sheeps nothing..."

Alucard then felt the presence from before get dangerously close, and in retaliation Alucard quickly unsheathed his sword, holding it inward with a flamboyant and defensive stance, pointing to the tree which the Steve@mutank95 was hiding behind.

"I can smell your scent, creature, show yourself peacefully and I shalt not slay you... Attack and I will grant you a painless death... Your choice, unknown one..."

Video game worlds collide

Emptiness... Silence, that is all which Alucard contented himself with within his black and ebony coffin, his eyes were shut, resting, his blood was cursed, there was no need for him to exist in the realm of humans, because of dracula's blood within his very veins. He pondered endlessly the events from before, with his father, the castle and of course, Maria and Richter, he knew Maria would seek him out eventually, as naive as she was, a part of him felt momentarily comforted that someone could appreciate him for who he was, and not care for his vampiric side, just like his own mother... Her words echoed in his head, not to harm, not to blame humans, Alucard gently nodded in his slumber, she was absolutely right, a pure soul even in death, someone Alucard looked up to and sought to be.

In the midst of his pondering, Adrian felt the air around his coffin grow heavy, it wasn't a familiar feeling, and it was definitely malevolent. Adrian was at full power, it wouldn't take much effort to destroy what entities remained out there, but something was wrong, he could feel outside his coffin, the suns rays beaming down, and yet, the scent of the dead disgusted his senses, if he were not immune to the light of the sun, this would have posed a major problem, but he was only half vampire, A dhampir so to speak. The sound of their bones came closer, they could sense him, he could simply tell by their scent... Twenty meters... ten meters... five meters... one meter. That was close enough, by the scent in the air, no more than five undead surrounded him and so, ready to protect himself, he jumped into action.

ALUCARDS APPEARANCE

With a kick from his boot, the door to his coffin immediately shattered, sending shards of broken ebony steel forward into the forests where alucards coffin resided, the coffin sitting up on its rear rather than on its back, sending the shard metallic pieces horizontally. Ahead of alucard were five undead zombies, armored and weilding swords, just has he predicted, the shards of his coffin were able to quickly sink through the skin and flesh of two of his opponents's craniums, revealing the disgusting blood and rotten pus filled brainmatter inside, carving off half their skulls with the assault, which caused the two undead to implode in a shower of rotten, spoiled blood, a fluid which Alucard despised. An elegant, fluent motion of his cape allowed him to protect his garnments from intaking the blood of his foes, before flicking the cape back behind his flamboyantly posed form, no worse for wear at all, however it still came to his attention that three more were homing in on his position.

Alucard frowned with disinterest, and turned away, turning to his coffin, he nonchalantly removed his ALUCARD shield and sword, then turned back to his foes, which had already quickly made distance in the time alucard had took to take out his weapons. One of the zombies shrieked whilst stabbing forward with a weak but fast attack, but the Dhampir was quick to predict such a sloppy manoeuvre and slammed his shield out with a riposte, which sent the undead onto its back from the force of his vampiric strength, the force of his riposte ripping the zombies arm clean off, along with its weapon, sending pus and black ooze drizzling from the wound. Alucard wasted no time in destroying his foe, using his sword to cleave through his opponents throat, severing the thyroid cartilage and cutting cleanly through the splenius capitis as he curves his blade upward, completely severing the head from the undeads body, but not before alucard could kick his foe away with a slam of his boot, as to not coat himself in the monsters blood as it gushed from the neckhole like a fountain filled of pus and rotten blood, which would make any normal person sick.

Alucard moved a hand into his cloak and removed two knives, deciding to finish off the final two monsters with mercy, he flung both of them with deadly aim and using both his dexterity and strength, quickly fired both knives through the remaining two zombies craniums, cutting through the rotten brain. letting both knives exit through the back of their heads, their bodies collapsing lifelessly, before the remaining monsters disintegrated into foggy blood.

"Strange..." Alucard pondered "Tis the time for mortals to be at peace with ones families... and yet here the dead roam without restraint... Why...?" Alucards gaze lowered slightly. "I wont find any answers by thought, my path should lead me to the answers I seek..."

Alucard thus proceeding to head through the forest, on his way through, he heard the voice of someone else@Chaotix Warrior, and as he approached, he spotted what appeared to be a peculier raccoon climbing up a tree, his physique plus his attire registered to Alucard as a thief, though a harmless one at that. Looking up the tree, Alucard spoke.

"Excuse me, strange entity? Are you familiar with these woods? These are not the ones I entered before my slumber... And you are unlike anything that i've came across... Whom are you...?"

Video game worlds collide

I suppose i'l roleplay as Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes from Castlevania: Symphony of the Night...!

Video game worlds collide

You do realise without an application process your going to get children spamming with terrible unrealistic roleplay and choosing a million minecraft and s-

Well it already happened, why am I NOT surprised, atleast I hope the roleplaying is okay...

...

-cringing- Eeeeh... This should really belong on the general roleplay section... I suppose il just have to set the bar... Try to roleplay atleast somewhat professionally...?

The Heroes

Your only accepting four?



okay...! I guess...? Man, talk about me having spent 3 hours for that...! I wouldn't mind being on the reserve but... I doubt i'l get picked...! Normal rps, hell even advanced rps i've been in have had ten! I totally dont mind NOT being picked but, i feel sorry for everyone else! D:

The Heroes

Ivar Hofmeister

Name:

Ivar Hofmeister

Age:

34

Gender:

Male

Race/People:

Deus Lycanthrope:

Those who become lycans generally become mad and hungry for blood, seeking to gnaw their flesh into the bodies of the innocent plus the not so innocent before them in a blind bloodlust, however, there have been some cases where some infected Lycanthropes have rejected the primal carnage of the blood have have transcended above regular lycan standards, retaining their sapient intellect, their strength and their minds. Becoming full-fledged intellectual walking Lycanthropes, a mix between both Lycan and Human, becoming superior to their feral cousins in all manners while becoming more intelligent than their human sides. With improved speed, strength, cognitive abilities and smell, Deus Lycans, Ones that have mastered their new found mix of power have the ability to cause massive amounts of destruction or save many lives, it all depends on the will and desires of the person. Deus Lucans however revert back to human form rarely, as they become humans upon the visage of the full moon, rather than in reverse, but will only last a single day.

Deus Lycans also must consume a vast amount of solid and liquid food and drink to maintain their strength, and are much weaker when in their human forms. They are also weak to silver like regular werewolves along with holy magicks.

Appearance:

Ivar physically can be described as a huge 8 foot tall Anthropomorphic dark brown furred wolfman, Possessing sharp wolf ears, crystal like emerald green eyes, and a black nose upon his snout, along with sharp well maintained fangs under his muzzle. Due to his mix of Wolf and Human genes, his body consists of a very athletic and muscular figure, however along his stomach area rests a rather rounded stomach, due to the appetite of the Deus Lycanthrope which helps him maintain his strength (that and being a cook and chef of his own establishment hasn't helped, though it does help with the ratings!), it has made him rather comically fat and adorably soft around the belly, which makes him look a lot less threatening...!

As for his clothing, Ivar wears several gold rings on each finger, for his chestpiece he wears a dark brown doublet, a slightly brighter shade of pigment than his fur, with half the buttons removed from the bottom to the the pudgy werewolfs tank breath, a layer of mithril steel rests under his doublet to give him some protection from attacks, not making him totally armorless, he also wears a silver fauld at his waist and a set of custom made full leg length black dyed and steel armored leather breaches tied to him with a silver dragon scale belt tucked under the fauld, and is unable to wear shoes, or rather decides not to.

Ivar also possesses a full length white cape which can clip at the front and become a full length cloak, the cloak is inscribed with many black pigmented foreign gaelic designs.

Traits:

Skills:

Cooking:

An alchemist brews potions, a mage buffs allies with magicka, but how does Ivar boost the skills of his companions? With a well balanced breakfast of course! Ivar is a professional cook and is known where he comes from well, and thus, using his expert cullinary artes this huge pup can conjure up mouth watering delights, power enhancing meats, spell restoring spirits and the strongest and most health regenerating foods to put your white mages to shame! (exaggerated obviously, but you get the idea XD)

Beast claw fighting techniques:

Being a Lycanthrope, Ivar trained and has learned to use his bodyweight and claws to his advantage to leap, tear and ravage his foes, using his sharp powerful claws to rip apart his opponents or incapacitate them, this style of fighting requires him to be up close to his opponent, providing great power but a lack of range.

Flaws:

Lack of armour:

His lack of much defence leaves him open to wounds as he is assaulted, reducing his defensive capabilities and causing him to take more damage from attacks.

Lycan weaknesses:

Being a Lycan, he is severely weak to silver and holy items, though not as much as a normal lycanthrope, so it requires the silver or holy item buries through his flesh if it wants to cause damage

large target:

Due to the werewolf being so large, it makes him an easy target for arrows and other projectiles.

Personality:

Most would expect a werewolf or a large figure to be imposing dark, broody yada-yada-yada, however! To many peoples surprise, Ivars personality is actually quite an outgoing and positive one, possessing the energy of a puppy, and with the mindset of one on occasion, Ivar is an incredibly protective individual possessing a happy-go-lucky personality, always putting on a cheerful smile and always making sure his allies are kept with high spirits, either by making himself look like a fool or conjuring up a meal for his companions! With his cheerful attitude, Ivar can appear as a jokester and a little bit immature at times, but his heart is mostly in the right place... Aside from eating, it's usually in the right place!

If you enjoy loud, happy and affectionate individuals, you'll find ivar to be quite the friend! Of course, due to his immaturity, he will become incredibly puppyish when it comes to something he wants, causing him to howl, whine and growl on occasion, but those phases are harmless! And come on, who wouldn't find a big canine acting like a puppy adorable?

Background:

As a human, Ivar was born into a middle class family in a fairly populated civilised city named Dierthalia, named after its Queen, Thalia, from description it was described as a city that looked like a tower, with its lower civilians crowded around the bottom, threatened by falling stone and disease, the middle which situated in the middle of this massive tower was where the more elegant working class worked, and died in moderate happiness, and the top, where the nobles and where its castle resided, in the air and with lots of oxygen for its snobby rules to live in.

Ivar was born into a family of culinary artists, being born into such a family helped to improve and make his cooking skills grow while being educated as his middle class education allowed him as such. Ivar studied under both mother and father and was described as a prodigy when it came to cookery, surprisingly being incredibly skilled in many different fields, which saw him being friends with many people around his middle-class circle, and became best friends with a boy his age, known as Wade, who the man would eventually fall in love with, a secret hidden away from the world around them, his life was set out for him the moment he was born, a lover, a well paid life, it was to be a wonderful existence... but as he grew up, things took a turn for the worst, as they always do, by the age of 16.

The Queen of his city was a ruthless one, glorified as a Goddess by the mindless and slandered as a Powerhungry Whore by the less fortunate and intelligent, her craving for power saw her mindlessly invading other territories not under her control, and while she had soldiers, she didn't care for civilian casualties, and with her, it was either obey or die, a stupid woman... the poor were slaughtered as they were forced to be meatshields, while the middle class went on full assault, and the high class stood back with cover and range, Wade and Ivar were in the same batallion, and had to trek along with their unit through a selection of previously undiscovered caverns to reach their target in time, what they didn't know was it was a nesting ground for as you can guess, savage lycanthropes.

To make it short, Wade and Ivar watched their allies get devoured like flies, all while the two tried desperately to work together and save themselves. They were bitten, infected and weak, and were dead men, had luck and skill not had their side, using the caves and powerful fire magic, thanks to wade, the caves collapsed, but not before the two could escape with their lives... They sat out in the blistering heat, under trees, suffering as the infection invested their bodies, and their blood boiled with rage.

Ivar was the lucky one... Wade trembled and twitched, held in his lovers arms, the two shared a single kiss, all while they weeped and bled together. Wade howled in agony, over and over again fear consumed him, all he could say was how he didn't want to die, and how he wanted to be back home, with Ivar comfortable without having to see so much blood. All Ivar could do was weep, and stroke his lover to relax him... but it did nothing. The lycanthropy soon twisted him, and melted his consciousness, turning the once human being into a mad, monstrous fiend, which soon pounced for Ivar, his own lover, intent on consuming his flesh. Ivar, on instinct, was able to dodge it, and Wades throat planted straight into the sharp stump of a tree, his neck completely pierced, causing an echo of pines and growls to escape, as it helplessly flailed, like a dog being shot.

What could Ivar do, kill it? Even if the one he knew as wade had left this world, those eyes still screamed wade, Ivar couldn't do anything but cower and run while the infection coursed through him... eventually he collapsed, and the transformation took place, but the madness never came, he felt stronger, more powerful, even more intelligent... but he wasn't mad, he was stronger... it was incredibly rare for one to overcome such a transformation, but he stood there, tall, and alive... But why couldn't his lover? Why not Wade?

Ivar ran away, and for years hid from the world, he could pass for a civilised humanoid wolf, but the trauma was too much for him to bare, he made clothing for himself, and hid out in the jungles and forests, using his talents to feed himself for over 4 years, it wasn't until he was 20, when he finally decided to set foot in the normal world again.

It felt great however, returning back to a normal civilisation in a normal city, he found out that the city he lived in was torn to shreds, the Queen baptised in fire and stabbed till she bled no more, a fitting end Ivar thought. Living in normal civilisation for 4 years, and setting up a soup kitchen in the poor district of his new living area, he fed and helped the sick, with a little shop named the Puppy Bowl, eventually he would have encountered a group of heroes setting off to stop a necromancer, being told it was a dangerous threat to the world, Ivar felt like he would need to make sure these heroes stayed fed and healthy, and joined them on their quest to stop the necromancer, and survived the ordeal. Along the way to the necromancer he was able to come across a wizard, who placed a bet with Ivar and offered a bag of holding as a reward, and as a trick forced Ivar to offer his mind as a result of a gambling game, however the heroes were relieved as Ivar was able to use tricks to win, and defeated the wizard, and collected the bag of holding, while killing the nefarious wizard in the process.

Between then and now, Ivar, using the money he collected since the journey was able to start up his own Inn, offering luxurious beds, a plethora of mouth watering foods and a cheap cheap price together, giving those with poor incomes the opportunity to live happily, offering him much business and many helpers to make sure the Inn stayed maintained and well kept after, the name of the Inn? The Pudgy Puppy, as a reference to himself. Many references to wade were in the Inn, along with artistic paintings, and menu names for the best Ivar could cook, it's what his late lover would have wanted...

Soon, at age 34, he would have gotten a letter, a letter to meet up with his old companions, how could Ivar not agree? Taking his bag of holding, and as much ingredients as he could, he put the Inn under management of a helper and went to meet his companions again, it would be a wonderful sight to see!

Items

Bag of holding:

A costly satchel which Ivar carries around, conjured by a strange wizard, it allows Ivar to hold the plethora of cooking ingredients and items within its near limitless space, without ever increasing in weight, being a lifesaver for him to hold everything he needs.

Frying pan:

Clean and looking as if it was brand new, Ivar sometimes uses this as a weapon, possessing silver on one side and corrode-nullifying steel on the other, this cooking tool is the perfect item for monster bashing and serving up a couple of sunny side eggs! Mmmm! Nutrients!

Misc

During the original quest, Ivar would have been there to practically feed the group and keep them at their top strength every day, however between then and now, they would have noticed their pudgy friend hasn't exactly been losing the pudginess... if comically having gotten a lot "softer" since last time!

Apps done! I hope it's enjoyable!

Dragon Soul! (A Dragon Ball RP)

Before the events of the tournament
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Gelato produced a beaming expression of happiness, his huge lumbering albino form slowly approached the area where the tournament was being held, a slight rumble echoing with each stomp he made, causing him to catch many human(and otherwise) gazes, which seemed obvious, after all, not only was he tall and bulky, but his colour was an odd white and pink pigment, making the dragon out to look rather strange. However with the weather perfect for combat, clean skies and not even the slightest inch of rainfall, The Giras proudly wagged his tail, fixing the mini top hat upon his head, there was no way he was going to let the staring and childish laughing of a select few around him bother him.

He had pre-registered for the tournament by chance, after meeting with one of the registers the night before, and without even questioning what the reward was going to be, the huge dinosaur like creature, merely excited to test his strength against many strong, powerful opponents signed up without even thinking about it, and now was approaching to finally show off what he could do.

Turning around yet another corner, the Giras started to think to himself out loud, wiping his brow, having been walking for several hours since this morning to reach the tournament.

"Y- you'd think they would tell you were it was...! Come on, it's a big tournament, r-right? Wait..."

Gelato frowned comically, as he stared behind him, on instinct, his wings flickered and flapped, Gelato having totally forgot about using his wings to find the tournament, he wasted no time lifting his hulking form off the streets, shooting upward into the sky to find the tournament. Gelato surveyed the land around him, sniffing in the air and trying to use his eyes to find the tournament himself, his senses saw him make landing next to a location where a small tournament was being held, and to his surprise, he found the man who registered him standing outside! How odd he pondered, before he landed, patting the man quickly on the shoulder, which made him swirl around in surprise, yelping also at the surprised heavy pat.

"W- what a- oh! Oh! You're the fighter who wanted to register yesterday right? Well congratulations!"

Gelato raised his left eye muscle, as one would raise an eyebrow, obviously concerned and curious as to his shy, cowardly mannerisms, however, it might have just been how he normally behaved. As to not seem rude, Gelato refused to question him about it , deciding to talk about the tournament, and as he spoke, he put a hand on his chin, proceeding with a pondering expression.

"Thanks I guess.. But where on earth it the tournament? And what are you doing here at this tiny place? Shouldn't we be heading to the real tournament?"

The short human suddenly grew as white as the colour of his own body, and in unison vibrated faster than he's ever seen a person tremble, his mouth twitched, his vision grew wide eyed as he swallowed in haste, as if attempting to swallow some sort of fear, though Gelato was curious as to why, he couldn't have been afraid of himself could he? But before he could speak, the short man finally worked up the courage to say something himself.

"Ahaha.. well.. that's just it... This IS the tournament...!"

A comic yet menacing silenced quickly filled the air, the Giras blinking for several moments, puzzled, confused and slightly furious as to the words that came out of the registerer's mouth, steam flared out of Gelato's snout, causing his human "friend" to surprisingly shift to an even whiter shade! Props to the human, he could have gone into business as a living colour changer based on this technique! Though Gelato had no idea whatsoever as to the true reason, all he could think about was the sheer dissapointment, but instead of lashing out and unleashing a roar of anger like one would expect a giras to do, his words came out low and defeated, with a hint of begging(in a "Aww, come on!" tone).

"What?! Are you kidding me?! I thought you said this would be a grand tournament with tons of fighters and a bajillion Zeni...!"

The human proceeded to take two steps back, but like a copycat, the Giras stepped forward toward him, the giras' wings flopped down, his tail crashed and sulked along the stonefloor. Whilst Gelato moved toward the human, he immediately spoke up, h olding his hands out defensively.

"You wishfully misinterpreted that! I said read the advertisement, but you just signed and stormed away knocking down five tables on your way out of the Inn! C- come on, you'll still join though right? I hear some great competition is going to be here..!"

Gelato flared his nostrils, folding his arms and turned his head away from the human, clearly upset whilst also angry like a child would be, speaking like a brat who didn't get a toy, while his tail slammed down, cracking the stone below him.

"Grr... F- fine... I'l join but only because I want to test my fighting skills! ... Also there's going to be food here right?"

"W- well uhm..."

Gelato immediately shot him a menacing, slow and aggressive glare, a slight growl escaping muzzle, causing the human to immediately change his tone of voice while he spoke up. Which was just as well, Gelato tries to be a nice guy, but if push comes to shove, if small bad occurrences happen one after another, then the nice guy goes away and bad things tent to happen.

"I- I mean s- sure! I'l try and get something for everyone! T- the fighters tent is right there! Feel free to go in and enjoy yourself! I'm sure we'll get a fight for you in no time at all"

As if it was all just a facade, Gelatos' expression suddenly changed to a wide merry smile, expressing this with a respectful nod, the pterodactyl beast's tail lifted while swaying in joy once more, while he proudly stomped toward the fighters tent, heading inside. Gelato soon found a spot in the tent where nobody would disturb him as he immediately sat down and yawned, rubbing his eyes a little tiredly with all the walking and flying worked up not only his hunger but his fatigue, though he was sure they'd be able to find him, even if he was covered which is why he proceeded to take some of the cloth off a piece of the tent, ripping it open and carving a blanket from it, he smiled while draping it over his whole body, leaving only a small sample of his tail visible, Gelato proceeding to rest and relax, to recover for the fight.

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Present time at the tournament.
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Several hours had passed since he napped, over that time other tournament fighters had fought, gelato had yet to be called up to fight himself as proven by his natural wake. Gelato threw the piece of tent off himself, a long, loud, lethargic yawn got the attention of a few fighters in the tent area once the massive dinosaur stood, scratching his sides. Gelato felt great after such a nap, helping to improve his senses whilst helping him gain back some of the energy he lost during his time finding the mini tournament. However there was only one problem, and that was displayed by the sound of his rotund stomach producing a whine of hunger, the dinosaurs desire for food became his goal for the meantime, as his loud stomps echoed, getting louder as he approached what appeared to be the multi-armed woman Vanina with a monkey tailed humanoid named Kota. Interrupting their conversation not only because of his size... or his growling gut or his tremoring stomps, but also by speaking up, as he stood behind Kota, looking down at both of them, though he showed no sign of malevolence, and in fact looked a little shy.

"Excuse me... Uh... Is there any food being given out yet? I just woke up so... I'm a little hungry...! That and I may or may not have forgot to make any food myself so... Heh... Sorry...! Oh! The names Gelato! Uh... nice to make your acquaintance."

Dragon Soul! (A Dragon Ball RP)

I'l stay thanks to some private message persuasion, the only reason i got upset, was because i clearly asked you how you were going to fit me into the roleplay say either with a tournament match or some other fashion since i'm late to the roleplay, but all you gave was a half-assed answer and said it didn't matter to you despite this being your roleplay, so everything that happens in the roleplay SHOULD matter to you...

I was rude however, and i'm sorry.

Dragon Soul! (A Dragon Ball RP)

.... seriously? wow, nice GM you are :l Thanks for the (lack of) help. You REALLY know how to work a roleplay.

Apologies I even joined :/ I'l just back out since you're being an absolutely rotten kid :l