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3 yrs ago
Current Boy, you're like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point.
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3 yrs ago
I think I should write a pithy roleplay about how an expenditure of effort does not entitle you to your perception of an equivalent reward. Anyone know someone who'd be interested?
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5 yrs ago
Okay, let's be honest for a second here, if we stop the status bar from being edgy angst land it really doesn't have anything going for it except sheer autism.
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5 yrs ago
Does anyone know where you can get a white trilby embroidered with threatening messages? Asking for a friend.
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5 yrs ago
My genius truly knows no bounds. Only an intellect as glorious as mine can possibly G3T K1D.
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Tsuchikage is fine, yo.

Move them to characters and shit yo.
Behold the Rankage(formerly known as the Mizukage). As a note, I can't think of any really good titles for her right now, so if anyone has some actually good suggestions (especially if they translate into japanese well) feel free to share them. Beyond that, I'd like to note that her history gives a pretty good idea of what sort of person she is and that--eventually--I will get around to writing her personality. It's just that I can't figure out how I want to write it right now, and everything else is done. So yeah. Here ya go!

Anzen-sei, Kikuë





Actual Rankage.

Move 'em over to dat character tab yo


Day 3 - Ominar - 07:20


"Morning Soooooph!" came the cheery, lilting reply (far too cheery for so early in the morning), which was only compounded by the smell of coffee. Nabriales hadn't actually drunk any this morning, and Sophia would be able to clearly tell in his voice that he was not quite as chipper as he normally would be had he already partaken of his favourite caffeineated beverage. Taking the cup, he swirled it gently in his hand for a second and imbued it with a tiny amount of vis, imparting it with both a delightful hazelnut flavour and a more potent energetic effect. As he took a sip, he pointed to Sophia's cup and asked:

"Any flavours you want adding, hon? Maybe a li'l pick-me-up?" He grinned, raising his eyebrows and focusing somewhat intently on her.

"Did you grab any breakfast?" he added as he placed his coffee down on the counter and turned to continue mixing his potion. The steepage was just about perfect, and with a slight swish and flick of his wrist summoned a veritable legion of empty glass vials to the side. Rather than hand-fill them as he normally would, he simply waved his hand and channeled vis into the vials to animate them to do it themselves - there were certain perks to being as inherently magically gifted as he was... Though upon thinking that, he couldn't help but think on just how gifted his sister was and how she'd surpass him likely within a few short years.

Strangely enough, he only felt a swell of pride. He never thought he'd be content to let someone else take the front seat, but looking at her now he realised that he'd rather let her take the reigns. He was perfectly happy where he was now, acting as a guide, a friend - and most importantly - as a brother. It was a touching few moments in his head before he snapped back to reality, expectantly looking for breakfast that she may or may not have brought.


Day 3 - Ominar - 07:00


As the sun eked its way across the horizon and morning broke upon Ominar, Nabriales Taeryn peeked out onto the streets from the interior of his shop and smiled. The very beginning of the day was a time of peace and calm that one rarely found elsewhere in their life, a brief moment for stillness and reflection that would soon be broken by the hustle and bustle of the day like so many raindrops dashing the surface of a still pond. Still, these things were all beautiful in their own right, Nabriales thought, and shook himself from the brief reverie to prepare his store for the day's work.

Even now, many years on, he was proud of the craftsmanship and content of what he'd built - of course, he'd never expected anything less of himself - but it was welcome that he was continually surprised by just how much joy it brought him. Though somewhat small in width, the shop was fairly long - a quirk of the building that suited him just fine - and the angle at which the sun rose caused light to filter through the various vials and philters of potions that sat across the various mahogany shelves. It was a beautiful, vibrant display of colour in scintillating waves that cascaded gently down the length of the building and culminated in the young alchemist himself, who was constantly awash with a rainbow-like aura.

The various tinctures and unguents and remedies lining the walls were just as varied as the corona of colour in which the shop bathed at first light, with potions promising love, guaranteeing truth, and ensuring death at the forefront, but gently giving way to less common potions - to ward dreams from nightmares, to remove fear, to turn one's sexuality. Further back still were vials promising yet more disquieting effects - to curse with poverty, to bless with virility, and one marked troublingly as "to stop death at any cost". Unsurprisingly, the last potion had gathered quite the layer of dust - though the swirling green and black mixture often gave off faint bursts of light to remind its creator that despite its age it had not been rendered even slightly inert.

Nabriales walked slowly down the central aisle, arms outstretched so as to just barely miss the edges of the shelving, and gave a little twirl just before he sat down at his little workshop at the end of the store. Though there were far more modern methods of brewing potions available in this day and age, Nabriales was taught with a cauldron atop a magical flame, and despite his modern sensibilities found it far too odd to use anything other than what he'd been taught - though in truth it had been so long since he'd needed to use it (with the exception of his more extravagant creations) that it was starting to gather a little dust. It took a wave of his hand to clean the thing out, and another to fill it with water and set the fire. He figured he'd break it out for old times' sake, and headed to the back room to go over his various stockpiles of ingredients he'd accrued over the decades he'd had his store set up. There was an inherent warmth and familiarity to alchemical reagents - disgusting as they may be to the uninitiated - that warmed the effeminate alchemist up inside with a heady hit of nostalgia.

He picked out several ingredients, juggling their containers in his arms somewhat as he stumbled back to the counter, before setting them down haphazardly and beginning the delicate busywork of picking out the ingredients and brewing them to extract their vis. Infatuation potions like the one he was brewing smelled differently to everyone - it all depended on what exactly their intentions were with it. He had often used a similar brew to... Persuade some of the less inclined folk that wished for his services, and his nose perceived the brew exactly as that scent - a predator after its prey, visceral and potent in that uniquely male way.

As he saw a silhouette pass by the window of his store and turn towards it, he prepared his best customer service smile.
Yes, all of the canon clans can exist if people want to make characters with them. Depending on which clan, they may be tied to one of the three villages in particular, though. @Valkan
@Innue Hey, so I was thinking of making my character able to transform into a medal rod. So basically he flies up high into the sky, transform and drops towards the target area a.k.a kinetic bombardment. And maybe, during the falling, he can exert more chakra to cut through the air, effectively reducing all the resistance a.k.a more speed more destructive power.



I would need to add a lot of weight to my character for that. But you get the gist of it, just like in the video but enough to level a whole village if not some more.


That would certainly work.
Nabriales Taeryn


Death by Glamour/|\Mind of the Virtuoso
~"I have a potion for that!"~







Nabriales Taeryn


Death by Glamour/|\Mind of the Virtuoso
~"The question isn’t whether or not I can procure what you need. The question is whether or not you can pay the price."~











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