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Re:Creators RP

Forgot to tag in my post @Medjedovic

Re:Creators RP

— Hokkaido —

His body language betrayed no notice of the clowns words aside from a slight change in direction towards the north. Instead he glanced at his traveling companion and noted her change in appearance. Rook decided that her armour was some sort of magical construct and that the girl was some sort of spellcaster.

He also noticed that her clothing was entirely inappropriate to the weather. Rook unfastened his cloak from around his neck. In deference to the colour scheme of her armour, he shook it to reveal a red and black lining where it was once the grey of the outside. The knight held it out and asked a question.

"I think that we will have to rely on each other for the time being at least. People call me Tyrant. Do you have a name?"

The armour under the cloak was hard edged and covered with the patina of age except where marred more recent strikes. The mask that covered his face and distorted his voice was held on by leather straps that were half covered by his black hair. He hunched his shoulders with the cold and ducked his head to keep the bare metal away from any exposed skin.

@Medjedovic

Re:Creators RP

I think that people being separate should have gotten things moving fast. Instead of waiting on a bunch of posts we each just need 2 other people.

The school year is coming to an end though so it's a difficult time.

Character Crossover Crisis City: Reboot

— Square —

The Imass gazed around the square in front of him. The sheer variety of individuals dwarfed anything in his vast experience. With little exception it seemed that every person was from a vastly different culture, every one unfamiliar to him.

He was aware of the food, but that was almost not worth noticing. What did catch his attention was the mentioning of Champions.

"Is this a convergence? Power draws power. I fear that we might all have parts to play in the near future."

He mused to himself before turning to the trio he had found himself with. He knew little about any of the three.

"I think we might learn something about why we have been drawn here if we knew more of eachother. "

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

Re:Creators RP

— Hokkaido —

He turned to the cyborg and acknowledged her with a slight inclination of his head.

"I am not and it does not appear that that will change."

Rook turned back to the Clown, having had one of his questions answered. The girl was indeed armed in some way, though he still had no idea what it might be. At the moment, however, he had no desire to follow up on anything that the clown said.

"I have met gods and those that pretend to the title and I remain unimpressed.. All that I desired is to work and live. If that could be done more easily without conflict in this world then that is the path that I will take."

The knight sheathed the blade and the laughter that brushed at the edges of awareness fell silent. He turned and began to walk away from the group across the snow covered landscape.

Re:Creators RP

— Hokkaido —

Steel rasped against steel as he drew his blade halfway, taking a step to distance himself from the other two. The casual, relaxed posture made the gesture more of a statement, rather than a threat. He was armed and it was there to be used. Air thick with condensation found it's way out from around the mask with every breath.

At the conclusion of the clowns words the sword came the rest of the way out of the sheath with a flash of movement and the hiss of parted air. Just maybe there might have been another noise, something like laughter that hung in the air.

"Gods and cruelty sound like more of the same ideals that I've seen fought over time and time again."

He pointed the tip of the weapon off to one side and rolled his shoulders to let the cloak hang more naturally. Rook wasn't sure who he had been fighting for under the blue colouring but now it fades to an unaligned grey.

"Now give me something to fight for that I might actually be interested in."

Now he took the moment to notice the, so far, silent member of the trio. They were obviously female and equipped with some sort of armour that he saw no practical use in. Rook also didn't see anything that he might recognize as a weapon.

Strange, but so was this whole situation. Most alarming was the apparent hole in his memory. It wasn't the first, but usually it was accompanied by a splitting headache, the memory of some drinks beforehand, and waking up in bed with someone.

@Ryougu@Medjedovic

Re:Creators RP

Tyrant Sword

Under the hood his face is covered by a dark iron mask and the voice underneath it is echoed and distorted. The color of his cloak changes freely to match those that he has aligned himself with.

Name: Rook Dalliard (not known to the readers)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Personality:
Rook Dalliard is an irredeemable coward. Given a fair fight he will run or cheat rather than take it head on. This is something that he has become very good at. That said, he will be true to his word and not leave any task undone. Rook embraces his new fame and has taken to the deceit with enthusiasm and a newfound skill in acting.

His cowardice has lessened over time, if only slightly. Rook will now tackle fights with more focus and drive, planning engagements to give himself as much of an advantage as possible.

He is not arrogant nor entirely humble but instead walks a fine line in the middle. The stories he tells of his deeds have only the slightest of embellishments but Rook won't refute any claims about him made by others.

Rook is also very free with his money and enjoys drinking, gambling and fighting when nothing but his pride is at stake.

Plot Summary of Original content:
Tyrant Sword
[Fantasy][Military][Action]
King Slayer. Massacre Knight. Tyrant Sword. For hundreds of years there have been stories of a mercenary that takes money to accomplish impossible tasks and slay mythical monsters. A myriad of stories are are whispered around campfires and over drinks, sometimes by himself. He is a hero to those he fights alongside and a villain to those against him.

To himself, he is a fraud.

Backstory:
A decade ago in the chaotic aftermath of a battle a mere foot soldier, sick with fear and confused by the mind numbing panic he was experiencing, struck down a knight from behind. The face behind the the black iron mask was withered and old. Certainly not that of the ageless, peerless warrior the stories told of.

So he stole the armour, the sword, and the small fortune in gold coins left with it and fled. The foot soldier took up the guise of the Tyrant Sword, finding his way through trial, error, and the help of the old knights notebook. Eventually the funds run low and he is forced to find work.

Of course the Tyrant Sword can't just take on any job and this imposter is thrown into conflicts that decide the fates of nations and battles with terrible monsters to save captive princesses. Slowly he traces back the true history of the role he has taken and the secrets that the sword and armour hold. As much as he shapes the future of the Tyrant Sword, it's past shapes him as well.

Weapons, Powers & Abilities:

• The Laughing Blade: A weapon of grey steel that looks as ancient as it is, despite the pristine edge. Aside from it's utility as a mundane weapon, the Laughing Blade burns with it's own cold fury, lending it's wielder the strength to match a perceived threat and leveling the field. It possesses a meager will of it's own, expressing itself in fits of mental laughter to anyone nearby as the situation becomes more dire. The sword desires battles of skill and will. The more equal and 'pure' a conflict, the more enjoyment it finds.
• The Fleshsteel Armour: A set of armour that repairs itself and heals the one that wears it. As a consequence of this, damage to the armour is mirrored underneath it to a degree.

Ability: The Living Legend: As the Tyrant Sword travels the world he spreads his story. And the story has a power of it's own. Embellishments that have been added and spread begin to earn a life of their own, imbuing the knight with new strengths and characteristics featured in them. The two factors that affect this are belief and popularity. A tale must be credible enough to believe and widely known for it to have any effect. Something too incredible or simply one with a bad plot would simply be a tall tale.

This ability affects him in the real world as well, blending popular pieces of fan fiction into his story. Like in his own world it requires both a margin of truth and popularity to be of any use.

Author: ▬
Real Name: Himura Akio
Age: 31
Gender: Male

Re:Creators RP

I'd be down for a discord server as well.

A Re:Creators roleplay?

I would potentially be interested

Character Crossover Crisis City: Reboot

The last point gave the undead warrior pause. He still doubted that whomever they were talking about was a part of the ritual, but the idea was enough to get him thinking. Perhaps a member of another clan might have arrived here as well.

Something else caught Tools attention and he stood up straight. After a moments consideration he gestured in the direction of the food stand and spoke.

"There is a gathering of individuals. It might be that we would find some information there."

Still pointing in that direction, he collapsed into dust that quickly settled into the ground.

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Several heartbeats later he appeared at the edge of the squared, half obscured by the corner of a building. If no answers were found here it might be necessary for him to travel further. Even if nothing nearby was familiar it might yet be that was was simply in an area not known to him.

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR