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Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

Whats her name was referring to Grant as her captain of the squad she's in not Saturnalia.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

Grant smiled widely as Saturnalia decided to come and speak up. It seemed that Sandrock girl, whatever her name was she didn't seem like the type of girl Grant was particularly going to remember besides the fact that she stuck around a older man and a robot all day, didn't notice her and Graham didn't hear her over Sandrock girl talking. So he decided to step up on his game after Linda got done talking and Graham came up, "Sup Saturnalia? Something up? You're normally on patrol this time of day." commented Grant as he gave a grin. "Don't mind them they're just geeking out over suit stuff. I hope you don't mind talking to a lower ranking captain like me." Grant said chuckling. "If you do suppose you could just talk to that wall or that one girl in the brig you seem to hate with a fiery passion." Grant said as his female co-pilot walked up, "Captain....Saturnalia..." she said with caution as it seemed most of the ship wasn't as open minded as Grant was. "Oh sup? Need somethin?" Grant asked his co-pilot quickly before she shook her head and informed him that she had to go to the bathroom before they went out on the patrols again. Grant gave her permission to do so before turning his attention to Saturnalia if she was still there. "So we were talking about?" he said as he turned around.
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"Yeah this place is pretty weird and big and has that look like something made out of a movie but I'm sure we've both seen stranger things in our lives than this. Like that mobile suit over there piloted by that girl named Nena and that weird little robot she has that cursed at me when I was asked to look at it the other day. The thing called me an A-hole before telling me I was a loser." Graham said as he turned to the railing and leaned over it as he looked over to Raigo and there next to it Gundam X. "Then there's guys like Gabriel who are a complete mystery to me. I really don't get him he seems off. What are your opinions on everyone here? Since you had a friend here who died in battle I figured you would be in the same boat as me. Before you ask I heard so from the Captain when he was talking about scrapping that machine called Tallgeese for your usage." commented Graham as he looked at the Gundam with a smile and a firmly gripped hand on the railing. "As for my skills I just do what I can and I give it all I got out there.
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"Of course junker. You and that Zeta will be able to fool them into thinking we're weaker than we are. Don't worry you're not fodder...you're just a....distraction. I'm confident a man who can pilot even a mass produced Zeta unit could prove his ability to destroy anything they have." Angelo commented as he was forced to stop what he was about to say and turn around to look at Rowan. Even sitting across the room the man was an eyesore. That suit he piloted was even more garbage than some of the suits they had to use in the past. He would serve his job however and if he made it out alive...so be it just one more mouth to feed. He was just lucky to be in the presence of the head of Full Frontal's guard. Stella continued to sit there with a lack of real emotion on her face besides....acceptance? or was it sadness? or maybe longing. Whatever it was she had simply nodded her head. "Good then I assume Mr. Rowan knows his job now so we may continue on." Angelo said glad to not have to look at the man again. The crew believed him to be a junker whom had happened upon the suit. The idea was pitched forth by the captain of this ship. Has currently at the helm and he only referred to Angelo for orders. As for the black haired individual. Whoever he was he was an enigma. He refused to give his full name out and stated that he would help them as long as they didn't ask to many questions. Suffice to say he was as unhappy to be here as anyone else was and the intended to get through this ordeal alive. Which was why all the more interesting came when he spoke up, "I suppose that we better get ready then. If Rowan knows his deal he and Stella should leave. Especially since he has patrol duties today correct?" the man said as Angelo nodded his head, "Yes I suppose you have a point unless you have more to add Mr. Rowan you're free to leave." commented Angelo as he waved one hand at the man. "Same to you Miss Stella." commented Angelo too as he looked over at the girl who silently did as she was told and left the room. After she left the room she headed down the hall to the left towards the medical bay.
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"So where is it Trinity?" asked Paul again as she stubbornly glared at him through a straight jacket and the bars between them. "Why don't you just fuck off already I told you Glemy Toto was the man who led the ship. I barely knew him for a day when you attacked us." she commented as Paul's frowned eyes tried to piece her stubborn mentality. "There's surely more to that because of your mobile suit's ability to cause static in communications. Just so you know our engineers already figured out a way to at least make it so we can communicate with each other in close distances now. Our chief engineer is a genius no matter how short he is. We can make this a lot less painful than it needs to be." Paul said as he pulled out a small shock baton as he tapped it on the floor. Nena wasn't impressed. "So you're going to torture me Mr. Lieutenant?" commented Nena as she looked at him. "Like I care I've seen much worse before and I'm sure you're violating more than one protocol in doing this." Nena commented as Paul's frown deepened. "I don't enjoy this so why don't you just spill the damn beans about everything you know so I don't need to beat a little girl like you." commented Paul blatantly tapping the baton louder against the metal floor. "That Haro unit you have is also pretty annoying. It's decripted so heavily that it has to have some nasty little secrets about this Celestial Being organization you're a part of. I already know more about you than you have let on. It's only a matter of time before you're whole life is an open book. That Haro will break if you don't." said Paul as he looked at Nena's eyes. "Yeah like you could. I don't buy it." Trinity said as Paul got up and smacked the rubbery boots he wore so that he would get electrocuted by his own baton. "Last chance Trinity" Paul said as he put the baton right up against Nena's face before he was suddenly pulled out of what he was doing by one of his soldiers. "Sir Commander Jason want's to talk to you." the man said as Paul slowly turned to face him while keeping an eye on Trinity, "Fine." Paul said as he dropped the baton on the floor deactivating it and kicking it over to one of his fellow men who were watching and recording this whole ordeal. "You got lucky Trinity very lucky." Paul commented darkly before leaving the room while Nena rolled her eyes. As Paul left the room his arms drooped. It was hard being a lieutenant sometimes. Interrogations were not Paul's best spot. And it made him feel disgusting afterward. Luckily for him Saturnalia had informed them about Nena more than enough to consider he a threat. But they could certain not convince her to become an ally after what he just did to her. "Like it mattered Saturnalia toasted her suit. She hasn't betrayed us just yet. No one has. That should pass any immediate threats...but they're still threats....especially Gabriel. Even looking at him should make that clear to anyone." Paul said to himself as he walked onto the elevator.

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED - Heroes of ORB

-double post see above post-

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED - Heroes of ORB

Kaiser opened up his comlink to the channel that Milya was talking on and proceeded to clear his voice before speaking, "I want to make it clear that we are not to go onto the island itself. We're making room for Duel, and Calamity to land on the beach and open up headway. With them there we can clear out that island with ease. We don't want to risk destroying the mobile suits on the island as they will prove vital in proving who is really behind this. If this was a ZAFT attack truly then the suits could possibly lead us to a bread crumb trail right towards them. We can then bring in ORB to the combat zone." Kaiser exposited as he and his men proceeded to open fire with machine guns as they flew closer to the island. There came a hail of machine gun fire from armed foot soldiers, old fashioned artillery batteries, and rockets. "Damn it! Hey former engineer does that new suit of yours have anything on it that can turn the tide because if we charge in there we're fried chicken!" exclaimed Kaiser as calmly but forcefully. "Guys don't advance unless we have a go!" called Kaiser as he noticed that the nearby OMNI ships were starting to return fire on the beach heads.

"Make sure those pricks don't hit the interior of the island got it!" shouted Welshman as he looked at the island with his teeth grinding up against each other. His crew did all in their power to make sure that they stayed in the air but out of firing range of the weapons on the shore. Why they were using these antique weapons were beyond him but he supposed you made do with what you had. It also would be a big flag if they were wearing heavy suits and had rifles that could be a threat to a ship like the Lucifer. "Bloody hell we're just lucky they don't want to get out of that turtle shell!" said Welshman as his helmsman informed him that the suits had launched, "Good that's one part done. Now to actually get on the blasted island." Welshman said with distaste. He hated amphibious landings with or without air or ocean support. They were always bloody affairs.

Bleach - Twilight of Humanity

Character Sheet:
Name: Terry Adair
Nicknames: The Cross
Gender: Male
Weight: 220 lbs
Height: 6'1
Age: 24
Languages known: English, Japanese, Russian (minor knowledge)
Appearance:
Brown/black hair and green eyes
his jacket - His lower body is a normal pair of jeans or sweat pants and under the coat is a nondescript grey shirt


Fullbringer Ability: Cross of Scaffold (クロス·オブ·スキャッフォルド, Kurosu obu Sukyafforudo): Using Fullbring, Terry is able to transform the Celtic Cross pendant on his necklace into a large Claymore. The blade is a long, very wide, double-edged form of a longsword. The crossguard consists of a small emerald gem at the center and two straight ornate arms ending in simplistic version of a fleur-de-lis. The sword's handle runs through its guard, continuing on through a gold hollow space at the base of its blade. The handle is almost the same length of the blade itself. This part of the handle allows Terry to attack opponents at closer ranges. By gripping the handle near the base of his broadsword's blade and swinging the Cross of Scaffold around, Though he has trouble doing so Terry can generate certain amounts of light green Reiryoku which sheathes itself over the blade. When he swings the sword at his desired target it unleashes a small wave of energy in the shape of a blade that can cut through enemies. This requires effort on his own behalf to do so since he only had basic training since he left Tokyo.

Fullbringer Item Appearance/Description: Base/unawakened form
Fighting Form

Spiritual/Reiryoku Level: Average Spiritual Awareness

Other Weapons/Instruments/Armor: None

Personality: Terry is a man raised on catholic beliefs and doesn't normally partake in alcohol or over consumption of foods. He is a tolerant person and is very calm normally but when angered becomes a very serious person. He is not fond of large groups as he prefers being able to talk to people individually without being interrupted and groups in general make him uncomfortable. As a person he is not one to proscribe to romance of any sort but he finds the idea interesting in itself. That being said he is not one to completely obstinate from liking another person romantically. He is not a very funny individual and any jokes he makes tend to be pretty lame or lack clever thought behind them. As a combatant he is serious and directly to the point not afraid of using dirty tricks to win the day but doesn't enjoy doing so. He has a distaste for the Soul Society and says that people should be free to make their own choices in life.

Terry's Fullbringer powers leave him with a sense of magnitude and a sense of dread. He dislikes being one targeted because of them but he still, despite all the trouble that it has caused him, loves having a unique ability no matter how much he may deny it outright. He enjoys the flow of combat and views it as a form of self expression and that a way a person fights says many things about the person. He is also a person whom doesn't mind being shouted at or demeaned. Terry, due to his time as a priest in training, also is a person who is neutral towards people in general and doesn't judge them based on their past but what they are doing right now.

History:

History of Terry

Born in southern Ireland to a woman named Michelle Leon and a father named Brandon Adair he (Terry) is the oldest son of the two children they had. Terry's mother was attacked by a crazed individual (whom was not seen again after the attack presumably he was caught or he died somewhere) and was hurt during her pregnancy but recovered due in no small part to the help of the town's doctor. Terry's parents where unimportant in the overall scheme of things with his mother being a nurse and his father being a construction worker and had only met when their friend introduced them to each other. Terry himself was often left with his rough and unready father whom showed he had little patience for little Terry but did his best to take care of him none the less being that Terry was his son and he wasn't about to become an abusive alcoholic father. His mother also took time to be with him when she could but was often to tired to do much and often got into fights with Brandon on who would raise Terry.

Eventually Terry was handed over to his uncle who lived nearby and worked at home as a farmer and was a devout catholic. Terry was raised there the majority of the time by his aunt Rose whom loved him like the son she couldn't have. Terry was often read parts of the bible and about the history of Ireland itself by Rose who was patient and understand of people who where not catholic unlike the more stubborn uncle. When he was old enough he split his time between reading and working with his dad on small projects that he was old enough for,which were few and far between and often it was unpleasant but respectable work none the less, and working on the farm that his uncle

As he grew older he noticed that he himself was a more physically tougher boy than his friends and classmates due to in no small part to the hard farming life he lived and the work with his father. When he got into a childish fist fight he often ended up giving people bloody noses and or outright overpowering kids who were from backgrounds that weren't like his. School itself was an strange ordeal and one that he didn't specifically excel at for the most part but did well enough. He wasn't a book smart child but liked the stories and challenges that came with reading and things like science and math. While his father helped him with math his mother and aunt helped him with his other projects and studies. He grew especially close to his aunt and started to go to church with her after school and learned to be tolerant of others but also to enjoy and praise the holy bible. However the arrival of his younger brother changed his life.

Terry was often annoyed by his little brother's crying and the attention given towards him by his mother Michelle caused him to spend more and more time with his extended family. However he often was in charge of his younger brother and was there for him when his parents where not and even his first word was Terry. Terry was there for his first steps and when he hurt himself with scraped knees. It was more out of a respect for family than love for his imminent sibling that he did those things though. When Terry became a teenager he started to consider a teaching career despite pushes to become an athlete by his dad and uncle. When things got to stressful in Terry's life he was often found going to churches to talk out his problems. His local priest, Father Mance, was often kind and considerate towards the boy despite not being from around here, coming from Russia, and became a mentor figure for young Terry. His little brother tried to keep up with him but failed miserably in his attempts to do so. And gradually Terry began to slip away from his family and more towards those around him. He had few and far between girlfriends and eventually he started to burrow himself into studying languages hoping to become a language teacher with the help of his mentor Father Mance. His most treasured item during this time was a Celtic cross worn by Mance until Terry's sixteenth birthday.

Towards the end of his school years Terry and his younger brother were out for a stroll when Terry and his brother were both attacked by a strange being whom was protecting a nearby playground they were walking past where a boy had died two weeks prior. Terry and his brother were afraid of the being though Terry's own inner strength made him brave enough to take most of the bad shots for his younger brother who insisted that he save himself. Terry was only aware of this being due to the fact that he had a strange sixth sense of sorts that allowed him to interact and see beings that passed on and his younger brother only had a basic awareness of it seeing the horrifying creature that was attacking them as a blurred vision compared to Terry whom saw the being in it's whole. Their father saw them being attacked and rushed to their aid despite not knowing what as happening and not being spiritually aware and only hurt himself in the process. Terry and his brother were almost certainly going to die until Father Mance steeped into the fight with a big brown war hammer. Father Mance displayed abilities that no one could have predicted and quickly dispatched the monster with ruthless ease which frightened young Terry. Much to Father Mance's annoyance before he could finish the monster off he was interrupted by a man in a black and white robes and was the lieutenant of a squad of some sort. The man made the monster vanish and then turned on Mance saying that he should have not gotten involved in which Mance retorted he didn't intend to let shinigami come late and cost boys their lives.

The man ignored that statement and went to erase the memory of Terry and the others despite his brother's arguments. Mance intervened on behalf of his student Terry saying the boy involuntarily used something called Fullbringer powers during the fight which Terry was confused about and told him that he didn't want his memories removed and that was a statement his younger brother agreed with. The Lieutenant gave Mance a deal after a firm argument from both parties and wiped out his brother's memories of this while keeping Terry. While his brother and father were sent to the hospital Mance and Terry both went back to the local chapel and Mance personally took care of Terry saying from this point forth that Terry's life would never be the same. Terry said he knew it wouldn't be but that's what he asked for.

Terry and Mance became in tangled in training in the outbacks of southern Ireland and occasionally France where they trained in the mountains. Mance told him about the basics of what was happening such as Hollows and Soul Reapers and told Terry he was like himself, a being known as a Fullbringer and that his mother had been attacked by a Hollow before his birth and some of that being's energy resided in him. Terry was a slow learner but he improved and eventually grew to have a certain strength in his Fullbringer power being able to conjure up a Claymore from his Celtic Cross. After this Terry and Mance left Ireland and France behind and left for Japan. Terry at this point had learned some Russian and Japanese due to Mance's recommendation due to Japan being where things normally hit the fan. Terry spent time as a priest in training there but gave that up once he had trouble coping with the trouble that came with knowing of the existence of the Soul Society. However he still followed the beliefs installed in him by his aunt and uncle. His brother often tried to contact Terry to little success normally. Terry would eventually gain a firm understanding of Japan after some year or so being there. Mance let Terry live his own life and was sent to a school where Mance's friend was a principal and gave him a spot for tutoring English for students.

Terry grew comfortable with his life up until his twenty first birthday where he came home from a party with his newer friend and companions only to find the church that Father Mance lived in was under attack. Terry was unable to find Mance until it was to late. Mance had been left lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood and his last words to Terry were that he was proud of the man the boy had become and that this wasn't his fault. Making his own path was far more important than the life of an aging priest. Mance pasted from this world as the same Shinigami came and brought him to the new world Terry took his money and quit his tutoring job after a week later and left for his home in Ireland. In his time in Tokyo he had only encountered a dozen hollows and only three of which he defeated himself. Terry's life would live the rest of his days there he decided before one day a strange ornate letter was given to him and a man requested his appearance and it was signed anonymously but the details inside of it proclaimed frightening knowledge of Terry's Fullbringer status. He was determined to find out who it was who sent this letter to him.

Bleach - Twilight of Humanity - Fullbringer/Quincy based roleplay

here's the OOC

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60908/posts/ooc

This is still accepting anyone else who feels they can join the roleplay

I've also decided that I'll place this in London England unless you guys want to either put it in Tokyo or the setting of the bleach anime. I've also decided to use Ginjo's Fullbringer with a different appearance and sub-ability. Mostly because after thinking it through his ability is an overall better one than the one I was thinking of using. Annoyingly Ginjo also uses the same style of clothing I was going to use for my character so he may come off as a clone of sorts but I don't intend on playing him like Ginjo no matter how cool he is.

For anyone wondering what my original idea was it was a claymore that was sharp enough to cut through most objects with absurd ease BUT would get duller the more dirty it got. However I like Ginjos ability to manipulate his spirit energy and the sword itself is practical in a more close range scenario.

Bleach - Twilight of Humanity

Start Date - July 10th, 2012

Time: 7:00 PM

Prologue: "The Hand Fate has Dealt To You"

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It had all started with a letter it seemed. A letter with ornate coverings and fancy hand written dialogue delivered by a person, a different person to each individual, and personalized in each letter. Then those whom had chosen to accept the letter were given a strange invitation to join a group. What the group wanted? The Destruction of Hollows and a possible 'arrangement' it seemed as that's what each letter had written in it. Besides that the signature bearer being anonymous merely referring to himself or herself as 'A Possible Friend/Companion'. It was most likely the only constant in each letter. Each letter had disturbing knowledge of the person in question's abilities and even some personal information that whoever sent out these were most likely not privy to. Along with these letters was a ticket to be given to at certain airports near the location of the person as if they already knew where they were. To those who knew about the Soul Society it was certainly not their style. Whoever wrote these letters had certain knowledge about the world that a normal person shouldn't have had. It is eerie to say the least. But one thing was certain...in the past years hollow activity had been rising due to various reasons some more obvious than others. And some humans had been affected by it in different ways bringing forth powers unknown and or combated by beings long thought dead.

This story starts off in a plane. A private jet owned by or rented by the person whom had sent the letter. All the inhabitants whom had accepted the call were accepted on board the ship one by one as it flew across the world and picked up each individual passenger one at a time. Now the jet was on a take off for the ending destination...of which remained unknown to the inhabitants on board the jet and the waitress aboard it simply said they were going to America. Where? No one would say. But one thing was certain...someone or something was waiting at the end of this for the passengers on the plane...

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How long had it been since he left Ireland? A couple days? Maybe a week tops? The jet was fast so he assumed it was only a couple days. It really didn't matter in the end. Regardless he was here and he wasn't going anywhere. He was the first one this jet picked up...it was strange as he watched new people come onto this fancy plane one at a time. But he knew one thing that was a constant....they all held some sort of spiritual connection that was for sure because he could feel it in his veins. His training may have been dulled out by the arbitrary life of a poor man like himself but he was still able to see what was clearly in front of him. Terry Adair was sitting in his chair for the entire flight only getting up to use one of the bathrooms on the jet. His leather coat was unzipped, and his shirt was not tucked in his pants. Around Terry's neck hung his cross which jingled slightly every now and then when he moved his neck. After all it was made of silver and the emerald in it made it look pretty but for anyone privy to Terry's abilities... well that was another story.

Terry had more stuff with him but it was all in the cargo hold area and all of it was unimportant. The Irishman had a glass of aged wine next to him which he sipped every once in awhile to put down his stress. What good was being treated like a guest by this plainly rich fellow if he didn't at least get a drink out of it anyhow? But one thing had haunted Terry's thoughts: How had this unknown party gathered this many people? And more importantly...why the hell did he know so much about him? Aye...that was one hell of a question he intended on getting answered. Terry had the letter neatly folded on his lap. He said nothing as he reached out and pulled out the letter with his rough hands.

Opening the letter up once more he read it once more:

"To Mr. Adair...In life there is only one constant. From nobles of the highest order whom serves only himself and or his people, to low payed farmers who strive in the hardest of condition the one constant: Death. I'm sure that you, of all people, were aware of the existence of an afterlife because of you being trained to use the abilities known as Fullbringer. You are aware by now that I am certainly not a person you know. No one besides you has known about your abilities...or at least that's what I'm told. From that one day in your life you have strived to become a person separated from others. A protector of the weak and the holy soldier of the Catholic God. Or at the very least that's what the ruse was. You were trained to combat monsters that are spawned from death...but they were not monsters more like souls to attached to this world that refused to move on. Hollow shells of their living selves, they hang onto things they shouldn't and you have seen many of these beings haven't you? You've likely seen ghosts, and other beings as well whom are not aptly named hollows. And I'm sure you know about the Soul Society as well. Perhaps you are interested in helping me fight these hollow former humans? Not for sport...not for gain....not for anything else other than necessity. You have every right to ignore this letter after all you do not know me and this letter is awfully suspicious in context. But I hope you understand one thing: Life is spiraling out of control and humanity needs a protector that doesn't tower above them like gods. Human beings have individuals like yourself that are capable of things not explainable by science. We need people like you if we are to take back our lives from the shadows of death and the psudeo guardians that hold them in place. If you want further answers....or you agree with me than please go to..."

Terry closed the letter once more and put it back in it's case as he wondered what in the hell did this person find out he was a Fullbringer...was this person a member of the Soul Society? Was this some sort of elaborate trap? Or was it just a stupid joke to waste everyone's time? The questions he intended to find out when he met this mysterious person face to face. He was curious as what type of person would set all of this up for the sake of people whom he knew nothing about. Or was it one of those self righteous spiritualists? He knew nothing and that only served to make him more nervous. Terry reached down and sipped his wine once more and looked down the row of leather seats and wondered exactly... what was his life going to hold from now on? He knew after this night...he'd likely not be the same Terry Adair whom left Ireland long ago. And he was fine with that. "In the name of the Holy Father and Mother I pray that me and those whom are on this ship find what they are looking for in the place we are to go. Protect us oh lord of light and shield us from the devil's clutches amen." Terry mumbled to himself as he clutched his cross for a moment before sighing and letting it go. Old habits died hard....

Bleach - Twilight of Humanity

This roleplay is still accepting

The year is 2012 and humanity is secretly guarded by the organization known as The Soul Society whom fight against groups of monsters known as Hollows, and many people in the world go their whole lives without even knowing about it. The Soul Society itself is dedicated to returning the souls of the damned to their place in the Soul Society HQ. The souls who refuse to go to the afterlife, hollows, are proving to be a real nuisance to the Soul Society as of recent and activity has been increasing. There are those who are aware of this organization, for various reasons, and it's Soul Reapers whom protect it as well some even serve as Substitute Soul Reapers in times of crisis or when the need arises. As of recently however hollow activity has been on the rise and the society is having more and more trouble handling them all. With the rise in Hollow activity the Soul Reapers are having more trouble keeping up with them. This rise in activity has also come with a surprising arise of new fighters....Fullbringers. Fullbringers are individuals whom have parents who have survived being attacked by hollows before they were born. In doing so their children gain unique powers and spiritual awareness from their parents near death experience. They are human however and are still confined to their normal bodies. With the rise of the hollows in activity more of those unaware or faintly aware of their powers are having themselves put in danger and forced to learn their abilities or suffer. Also with rise of the hollows Quincies are appearing once more but are still few and far between and mostly under the notice of the soul society as a threat. Few normal humans are able to combat these monsters and survive without the assistance of these three parties. And this is where our roleplay starts out with the call of a strange individual calling out to 'fellow fullbringers to end the threats of the hollow'.

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Basic rules:
1. All basic roleplay rules apply including meta gaming, power playing, and 'god modding'
2. All characters are restricted to basic to above average spiritual levels. If you want a high spiritual level please ask me first.
3. Substitute soul reapers and soul reapers are not allowed in this roleplay unless you can make a good argument for a former substitute reaper.
4. Minimal requirement is a paragraph (preferably a half along with it) per post and the ability to post at least once every four or five days. If further time is needed please say so in the roleplay.
5. Most of us won't have that much training but I won't be against your character having training before hand just keep it so it limits it to average power level.
6. You can be from almost any nation or whatever be it but preferably to be at an age where you don't need to go to school anymore.
7. You accept the fact that you must inform me or someone of your departure from this roleplay. Doing so without my knowing (leaving the roleplay) will result in a permanent ban from any and all of my roleplays.
8. You need to get accepted by my personally to join this roleplay.
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Character Roster:
Terry Adair - VanceXentan
Himiko Hinata - Pudding
Alexis Falk - Lex
Itano's Character
Grand Helios's Character
LaXnyd's Character
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NPC Character Section:
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Character Sheet:
Name:
Nicknames: (This is applicable and please include a reason for any nicknames in the other or bio section)
Gender:
Weight:
Height:
Age:
Languages known: (English required)
Appearance:

Fullbringer Ability: (please go in depth here)

Fullbringer Item Appearance/Description:

Spiritual/Reiryoku Level:

Other Weapons/Instruments/Armor: (If applicable those who do not carry weapons or armor don't need to apply to this)

Personality:

History:

Other: (this is for anything missed here. If you are playing a quincy feel free to change out any fullbringer sections above to the applicable things for your character instead)
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Wikipedia links:
http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Spiritual_Energy
http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Fullbringer
http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Hollow
http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Quincy

The True Self - Persona

The True Self - Persona

You guys seem like you're obsessed with shipping Nobaru with people. Why not inanimated objects? Hell why stop there? Let's ship him with Lucina from Fire Emblem.