Ves

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

It had only taken the barmaiden a few seconds to completely mix the strong liquid, and Vaynce accepted it with a large, calloused hand, the large mug feeling cold against his naturally warm skin. The sound of the tavern's door opening caused him to glance over with only his eyes, his head still facing the counter as his abnormally strong nose sucked in the scent of the burning fire whiskey. An Orc in commendable armor walked in with what appeared to be a regular Breton merchant. Probably a sell-sword, the Orc was. He appeared competent and strong enough for the job, and his hardy armor and rough form would shade him away from the cold winter. Satisfied with his observation, Vaynce returned his gaze to his cup. "'Scuse me lass," A snivelly, yet deep voice croaked nearby. A drunken man - A Nord, most-likely - had stumbled into the tavern, and immediately was fixed on the rather attractive barmaiden. The man was tall and bulky, like quite a lot of his race, and had fiery red hair and a salt-and-pepper beard; putting him around his mid to late 30s. An iron war-axe was strapped to his side, and otherwise, he wore a regular green tunic, pants, and a furred coat that looked to be made of goat-hide. A regular worker or miner. "Can you be gettin' me som' of 'at fiiiiine ale?" As he spoke, the man had collapsed onto the chair beside Vaynce, some of his bulk leaning against the quiet Werewolf. Ignoring the feeling of anger, Vaynce merely returned to his drink, although his ears were now on the conversation. "Y-Yes, sir." Mildred murmured shyly, barely contained disgust in her warm honey irises. It was obvious that the drunken man had been eyeing her rather exposed cleavage as he said those words, and she knew what he was talking about. Vaynce hated men like that; perverse men that had nothing to do but to get drunk and bother other people. He took another gulp of his whiskey, loving how it burned all the way down into the pit of his gut. Good stuff. "So, what's yer name, stranger?" Damn it. Vaynce didn't respond, opting to simply sit his mug down and stare into the amber liquid. Don't get mad. Don't get mad. Of course, the Wolf inside of him was howling, and Vaynce needed the stress relief before leaving Winterhold. A fist-fight would do him good. "Yer not going to tell me yer name?!" The drunken man slammed his hairy fist down near his whiskey, sending the mug falling onto the warm wooden floor. Vaynce calmly took off his gauntlets. The man had one more time, before actually beating his ass would be justified, and wouldn't get him in trouble with the law. He didn't really feel like cutting down good men today. The barmaiden, apparently knowing where this was going, sat down the mug of ale with a small smile and wink. Good. Embry, as expected, grabbed the mug and tried to throw the cold liquid in Vaynce's face...as expected. His fists now bare, Vaynce lashed his wrist upwards, slamming it into the mug before it could tip over. It went flying into the fire, sending a gout of flame into the air, and also alerting Fang - whom promptly stood up on two feet, towering over some of the occupants near him. It roared, as Embry took a step back and readied his fists. "Let's go, wise guy!" Vaynce still hadn't talked. Smoothly standing, the Slayer immediately blasted forward with a haymaker that sent Embry flying back with a broken, bloodied nose and lip - but, Vaynce grabbed him by the neck before he could fall onto the Orc and Breton duo that had just entered. With brutal ease, he swung Embry over-head, slamming the slightly shorter Nord deep into the wooden floor. Eat those splinters. The Slayer bent down. "Name's Vaynce." He growled lowly, into Embry's ear, so that only Embry and anyone nearby could hear. A pained groan accompanied his name reveal. With a disgusted snort, Vaynce sat back down at the bar, giving the barmaiden a head incline and an apologetic grimace. "A few septims for the trouble." Vaynce spoke quietly, lying a hefty pouch down on the counter. With a smile and a 'Thank You', Mildred skipped off to help other customers.

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

"YAAAH!" The sound of metal splitting torn through the air of the Royal City Police HQ, and then...silence. Zensuke panted, beads of sweat dripping down his lean, defined torso as he crouched down and gripped the air. In his hands, two ebony hilts formed, before two long, gleaming ebony blades formed, jutting sharply into the air. The sharp blades promptly turned a sapphire, glowing blue, shining brightly against the mottled blackness of the engraved hilt. Zensuke narrowed his dark eyes, before suddenly blasting forward at an incredibly surprising speed. Dust blasted back from his bare feet as the young prodigy crossed the center of the room, nimbly and powerfully flipping high into the air, just as a gigantic metal disk blasted from the training room's metal wall at the speed of a bullet, heading right for the boy's face. Still in mid-air, Zensuke twisted sharply, narrowly allowing the disk to pass by his bare side, while he clenched his manifestation with both hands on the hilts, turning around and slashing powerfully through the air. The glowing sapphire energy blasted forward with his slash, forming the arc of a blade as it sliced cleanly through the gigantic metal disk with yet another screeching sound, sending two steaming halves of metal blasting towards the walls with the force of a missile. *BANG* Zensuke landed silently on the ground, from where he had fell from several feet in the air, flipping backwards a few feet with the force of the landing. The glowing plasma faded from his manifestations, leaving sharp, long blade jutting from the engraved hilts, rather than the powerful blue energy. Zensuke slowly sheathed the blades on the royal ebony and sapphire sheathes criss-crossed on his back, and with a sharp 'clasp', both the sheathes and the blades disappeared in mystifying blue particles. "Training hard, Zen?" A rather snarky voice sounded from behind the young boy, whom only wore a pair of dark blue sweatpants. Still a bit winded, but surprised at the intruder, Zensuke twisted on his feet and brought his fists up in a strict, sharp formation, eyes narrowing. Often other police officers swamped the boy with swords and fists, to see if they could overpower him. It never once worked. A blonde man stood at the entrance to the training room, sunglasses on his snake-like eyes. "Calm down. There's been suspicion drifting through Royal City. Suspects think that another gang war is happening, but it's doubtful. Patrol the city, and try not to hurt too many crooks." Ah...another impromptu mission, probably created by sis to keep him on his toes. Zensuke nodded once. "Sir." He said curtly, turning around and heading towards the showers. A smile formed on his lips. He loved serving the Royal City. ____ A young, leanly muscular teenager with dark, feathery hair and handsome pale skin walked down the busy street of Royal City, hands resting in the pockets of his coat. He wore a pair of comfortable, yet presentable black battle pants, tucked into black boots with shining silver buckles. On his torso, he wore a form-fitting dark shirt, while over that, a royal black long-coat swished with the brisk wind, with sapphire blue accents on the seams of the durable, yet rich fabric. A shiny, small badge glinted on his upper right arm, sewn into a white band. 'I wonder what's going to happen today...' He thought silently to himself, nodding with an indecipherable smile to a waving child strolling with her mother.

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Just a headsup: Jinchuuriki's are accepted, but as these are dangerous times, they are untrusted. They won't see much action outside of their village, and they're basically poor weapons the Kages' plan to use once the invasions and attacks start. It's to balance out characters, since Jinchuuriki's are immensely powerful in 'rage' form. Basically, since times are serious, he's basically a prisoner in his own village. He can still be smart, but he won't be a genius in taijutsu and ninjutsu, since the Hokage forbids the training of a volatile weapon. Get the backstory up, and take out the Rank completely, since I forgot to take that out in the CS skeleton, and I'll review it. ^^

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

Small post 'cause I'm on my tiny mobile device. By the way, anyone that caught the Embry reference deserves an award.

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

A tall, muscular man in armor made of bone and fur sat at the bar, his shoulders lowered and head facing downwards. Even in the inconspicuous position, one could see burning amber eyes narrowed at the wooden table in front of him. "Whiskey. Fire." His low, deep, and gruff voice growled out, sounding like it belonged more to a wolf than an actual Nord. The bartender - a female lass by the name of Mildred - nearly jumped, but thankfully kept her composure. The man hadn't spoken at all to her before, only walking in and taking a seat. He had been sitting there for at least half an hour, simply cleaning his blades before writing in a small tablet, before finally ordering. He was a startling Nord. "Right away!" She affirmed. Vaynce watched her mix the strong liquid, amber eyes drinking in the scene before he released a low hum and sat back. His business in Winterhold was simple; the innkeeper had given him a bounty some of the Jarl's men had left lying about, and it was to take out Skull's Creek - a cave nearby, holding an ample amount of cave-bears. Simple and easy. As if reading his thought, Fang, from where it had been resting by the fire, stood up and released a mighty yawn.

Titans Together!

This shall be funfunfunfun. I can see Jason wrestling with Locomotive Breath.

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

I'll check everything out later on tonight or early tomorrow. I have to go for now~

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Sure.

Naruto RP?

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2428447 Link is here.

Naruto: Beginning of Glory [Closed for now.]

Important NPCs

Valder Kuroshi - Jounin of Squad Two. He is a man of average height, aging at around his early 30s, with pale, almost sickly skin. His hair is a deep blonde, covering both of his eyes, and shadowing his face in a rather intimidating shadow. He wears the standard Jounin Garb, and carries no visible weaponry on his person. His specialization is ninjutsu, genjutsu, and torture. Controlled by Ves Kurei Hirokage - Jounin of Squad Three. He's abnormally tall, standing at around 6'7, and appears to be rather muscular as well. His skin is a deep bronze - showing that he was originally from around the Cloud Village, and his head is cleanly shaven, other than one braid going backwards, down his neck. What appears to be an oak-wood staff is strapped to his back, and he has a kind, yet stern visage. Appears to be in his late 20s. His specialization is taijutsu, weapon-training, and ninjutsu. Controlled by Hidoma Loifon - Hokage of Konohagakure. Not much is known about the old man, other than the fact that he has lived for countless years, and is still growing strong. His clan's estate is built into the Hokage's Monument, and he has seemingly mastered a large range of the shinobi arts. He's tall and hunched, but once he is shirtless, it is evident that his build is almost obscenely muscular. Balding, with a long, wisping brown and gray beard. Controlled by Ves