Yankee

Decided to try something

Well, what's it called? Does the world/country's name have any significance?

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Fate/Glimmering Oasis

Feeling okay with this.

Neither crazy nor a horse

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Name: Tȟašúŋke Witkó -Tasunke Witko
Title: Crazy Horse, Shirt-Wearer, Resilient Warrior of the Lakota
Class: Rider
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height / Weight: 5'8'' (173cm) / Lean
Source: North America, Historical Fact

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Personality:

Passionate and devoted to his cause, Rider is a noble warrior in all sense of the word. He is quick and strong, with a steady voice that encouraged many men into battle. He's even got a famous quote attributed to him, though he denies he actually said it.

Although Rider appears intimidating in his battle dress, and his behavior on the battlefield certainly reflects an image of a talented and fearless warrior, in truth Rider is a reserved man. When he isn't embroiled in conflict he is quiet, demure even. He shies away from the touch of others and keeps his thoughts to himself. It's sometimes hard to believe this passive person is the same inspiring fighter in the many stories told about him. Still, through his somewhat awkward demeanor a pure soul shines. Rider is helpful, giving, and dedicated to the well-being of those around him. If a friend is in need of a kind gesture, he'll swallow his own discomfort and lend a smile, joke, or embrace. Naturally, he will protect those close to him with his own body if he needs to. He follows what his heart thinks is right, and though it sometimes leads to trouble he manages.

Bio:

A simplified story - Tasunke Witko, then known by a different name, grew up in the Great Plains of what would become part of the United States. His misadventurous youthful days were quickly coming to end as settlers from the East claimed more and more of the Plains as their own. In order to protect his people's native and land and their way of life, Tasunke Witko took the name of his father and led the Lakota into battle against the United States. His performance in the the midst of battle was said to be awe inspiring, and he quickly became a war leader.

After some time of fighting and seeing his comrades slain, Tasunke Witko had his first vision. It was one of several to come, and it depicted his future self. His father interpreted the vision to mean that no harm would come to Tasunke Witko in battle from an enemy, and that prophecy held true. The only times Tasunke Witko suffered injury were from his own people, in accidents or arguments. The one time he was wounded by someone outside of his tribe was the night of his death. After years of fighting a war with the United States, Tasunke Witko and his people finally surrendered peacefully. However, Tasunke Witko was still to be arrested. When he appeared at the Fort Robinson, he was seized, stabbed in the back, and died. Although the wound he suffered was fatal, it remained that while in battle no white man was ever able to touch him.

Weapons: Club, Spear, Bow, Rifle

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Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: C
Luck: D

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Class Skills:

• Riding A
  • The ability to ride vehicles and other mounts. At this rank, all vehicles and creatures, except those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.
• Magic Resistance C
  • An ability the protects against magic. At this rank, it can cancel spells with a chant below two verses but cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy or Greater Rituals.

Personal Skills:

• Protection from Arrows A
  • The ability to defend against projectiles and ranged attacks. Rider was advised through a vision that if he followed certain steps, he would never be harmed in battle. Respect one's self and one's enemies. So long as he followed the advice, he was never struck by bullet or arrow. He does not have a superhuman sense of incoming danger, instead projectiles merely seem to pass him by.
• Prana Burst (Courage) B
  • An ability that pushes magical energy throughout the body and beyond, but For Rider, this is a strictly an internal type of Prana Burst. His inner warrior's heart floods out, supplying Rider with the bravery one needs to carry into battle. Unafraid to face down foes, Rider's body becomes colored with his ritual war paint: Hail stones for an increase to defense, steadiness, and stratagem; the lightning bolt for an increase to speed, strength, and precision. For a moment, he is whatever kind of warrior he needs to be.
• Revelation (Trance) C
  • An ability to receive outside messages in order to reach one's goal. In contrast to the normal Revelation skill, Rider receives these messages as visions from the spirit world, rather than a voice from on high. The visions can be clairvoyant in nature, and are often cryptic - Rider himself is not the best interpreter either.

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NOBLE PHANTASMS

Noble Phantasms

Title: Inyan - Stone Spirit, Slow Dancer
Rank: C
NP Type: Mount
Range: 1
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description:

Rider's faithful steed. Although there's some stories of Rider unable to keep one horse for long, that isn't true - Inyan has been with him since he'd returned from his impromptu vision quest. With a name meaning "stone," the horse is a fearless, solidly built pinto. Inyan faithfully carried Rider through many battles, and just like Rider he was said to have never been harmed. This was due to a blessing from a shaman, extending Rider's own protection to Inyan, and Inyan's to Rider. Whenever Rider mounts his horse, man and animal become one, sharing thoughts, senses, and even skills.

Title: Inyan, Wakinyan - A Horse Appeared Where Lightning Struck
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 2~50
Maximum Number of Targets: 50
Description:

The spirits of thunder, thought they usually take the form of great birds, come in all shapes and have one thing in common: they appear as a great and ferocious storm. Not malevolent, but purely powerful. One story passed from a Lakota told of the thunder beings as horses that ran across the sky, and every beat of their hooves shook the cloud with thunder, and their riders fought with bolts of lightning that fell to Earth when they collided with each other. During one particular storm, thunder and lightning flashed violently across the sky, and a sudden crack of sound and blinding of light split the sky in fulmination. Where the lightning had fallen was a great horse wreathed in electricity. Inyan, Rider's steady companion, takes the form of that horse when he activates his Noble Phantasm. Calling back a vision he had of himself astride a thunderous horse that danced in the air, Inyan becomes a force of nature capable of shooting across at battlefield at high speed, obliterating anything in his path. The explosive acceleration makes smooth turns impossible, but zigzaging like an arch of lightning across the sky is well within his ability.

Title: Anagoptan yunke lo - Shadow Dance Through the Spirit World
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 2~200
Maximum Number of Targets: 100
Description:

It was said that in a vision, Rider slipped into the true world, where "everything [was] made of spirit, and nothing was hard, and everything seemed to float." A place not unlike the Reverse Side of the World, yet separate: the Lakota's Spirit World, where existed the spirit of all things. In that world, his steed moved freely like an untethered shadow. What's more, Rider could align his own spirit with the true world and slip back into it at will. Now, that vision taking the form of a Noble Phantasm, Rider and mount can move through the Spirit World un-observable to those remaining in the human realm. While he cannot be seen or touched himself, Rider can observe shadows of the human world, though he cannot interact with them. Although River can slip into the Spirit World at will with no need for a true name release, it only results in short distances being covered. At full power, Rider can cross a wide area while dancing through the true world. Either way, using this technique drains a lot of mana.

Fighting Style:

Although Rider is capable in close combat and a fair shot, speedy attacks while mounted as his specialty. That is to say, he is a blitz attacker. He is tenacious and determined while in battle, but also strongly adheres to the notion of living to fight another day. He will prioritize his allies' safety over victory.

What Are You Listening To?

World of Light

Word Count: 1074 (+6 exp) Overdrive
Level: 5 - Total EXP: 35/50
Location: The End

With everything going on from the dragon's deadly movements to their allies' antics, it was much easier to focus anywhere but Linkle while she and the Cadet zipped up with the slinger towards the top of an obsidian spire. Once they were safely away from the flood of acid, the hunter looked down over the top while the dragon was preoccupied. Thankfully it seemed like everyone had found a way to stay safe from the attack. Now, with the beast's tail caught and going nowhere fast, it was the perfect time for a counter attack! Before he could even measure the distance between the spire and dragon, wondering how exactly he would pull off said attack, the Hylian piped up behind him with a request for him.

"Yeah, of course!" The Cadet was midway through turning to face her when her words stopped him and he snapped back and facing away from her. I really hope those spirit changes aren't permanent! he thought. With a nod of his head and thumbs up, Cadet stood steady until Linkle landed on his shoulders and sprung up, sailing towards the dragon. Ace Cadet would say he'd done a pretty decent job of not looking at this enderman-infused teammates so far, or any enderman since entering the central island for that matter, but it was hard not to watch the girl soar through the air in front of him. Fortunately, there were several other things drawing his attention. It seemed like the team was making the most out of the situation while the dragon was trapped, her body lighting up with attacks of all kinds.

Too soon the enderdragon ripped herself from Bowser's grip and twisted her body like a wheel, threatening everyone on the towers with her tail. The hunter was prepared to hunker down and deal with another blast of wind, but he misjudged - he never did get that distance measurement after all. The dragon's thick tail made contact, colliding with the Cadet and knocking the wind out of his lungs. The force of the blow sent him careening from his perch and he tumbled through the air. The battle was flashing in his peripheral vision as the hunter struggled to orient himself enough to determine whether he'd have to brace himself for a hard impact with the ground or bring his slinger up to catch anything and stop himself from being flung from the island entirely. He'd just managed it - and the situation was looking more like the second option with every passing moment - when a very large and brightly colored queen entered his vision. In her palms were a couple more allies and a waiting hand. With no hesitation the Ace Cadet flung his arm out and grabbed onto Fox.

"Thanks," Cadet breathed, though he wasn't sure if his saviors would hear or not.

There was a great view of the island up here, and while everyone was throwing their all at the black dragon Cadet couldn't help but notice a few missing faces. They'd all been there before he'd been knocked off the spire, was it friendly fire or could they have gotten off worse with no one to catch them? Neither thought was particularly pleasant. Ask anyone back home and they'd prattle off that old story about why four was best number of hunters for one quest, let alone the twenty-some odd they had now, so bumping into each other was to be expected. On the other hand, the dragon had proven fierce... Cadet's gaze scanned the battlefield below, and finally yet another familiar movement caught his eye. One, two passengers on the felyne express back to - base camp? Where the heck would that be? Outside the portal back at the spiral mountain? Even further away in Lumbridge? Wherever they were going, Cadet knew it would be safe. Those cats took their job seriously. Although, usually they only took three passengers on the cart. Would they make an exception for such a large group? ...nah, probably not. Best not to risk it either!

Things were serious now. Fox advised him to be ready, and his grip tightened. "Ready and willing!" He had an inkling of what the other man - er, animal? Animal man - had in mind, an inkling that was more of a hope, and his wish was granted when he tossed in the monster's direction. Though the situation was still dangerous, and at any moment one of their crew could be struck down, a grin split the Cadet's face. The dragon was getting desperate, he could see it. After years of seeing monster behaviors close up, he could tell the enderdragon was raging, thrashing about with all her might and clinging to life. She was at her most deadly now, but the Ace Hunter was optimistic - it meant she was almost down!

With a much more controlled fall through the air, the Cadet kept a hand on the blade of the Master Bang and just as he touched down on dark scales of the dragon's head he drew it, slicing the beast up as he quickly moved away, past her horns and to her neck. It was the opposite path he'd taken last time he was on the dragon, now that everyone was on the offensive it would be better not to chance getting caught up in someone else's attack. Now the only question was where did he want to focus his own attack? He could help tear up the webbing of her wings, make it harder for her to take flight. Without that advantage, she'd be defeated in no time. The Cadet moved swiftly over the dragon's scales, but once he was in position between her wings something strange happened. A patch of her scales got darker... a growing patch. Wait, it was a shadow! The still super-sized Koopa King was overhead and coming down fast, so the hunter didn't stop. He ran down the enderdragon's back to escape the threat of being sandwiched between two giant reptiles. Just to be sure he'd clear the danger zone, the Cadet dropped down and slid along the rest of the dragon's back from her haunches down her tail, dragging his sword in one long cut down her hide as he did. What he wouldn't give for a pair of dual blades to really cruise, but the single sword was enough for now - his other hand was thrown out to steady his path.

Simple question: What kinds of RPs do you guys like?

Might sound lame and vague but I'm primarily focused on having fun. When I read a check I look to see if the information is presented cleanly (aka is it a chore to read through?), if the setting grabs me, if the GM seems nice and if a potential character immediately comes to mind. A setting that's easy to create a character for is usually more fun for me, so I jump in. That's pretty much it, just whether I think it will be "fun" or not. Any genre, time period, theme, or feel is fine!

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Having dealt with the dancer's redirection once already, Taras was prepared for it. As soon as he saw her glittering stand move back towards its' user, he took cover behind another toppled table. Shots tore through the wood easily, some grazing his body and drawing blood, but at the moment that was the least of his worries. The ladies, Lilliane aside, were pinned down. Hell, he was about to be pinned down - but a plan was already forming in his brain to get himself out of trouble. The timing would be crucial, but it was either escape from the cafe and follow after their master spy, or take a risk.

He rolled out from behind his chosen debris on the opposite side, his firearm raised and already pointed uselessly at「Through the Barricade」- and in his peripheral vision he gauged the status of the other agents. Lilliane was still outside, that was good, she could lend support while keeping safe. Oscuro was besieged by the doll-like soldiers, and 「Bad Case」was still nearby, but moving. Yonaka was...

It seemed like he had the skeletal stand beat, it's user yelling - or pleading? - something. That was very good news, but instead of finishing him off the Brit was arguing back. Taras had seen a lot poor habits from people during his service, but reasoning with the enemy was most annoying.

"What are you doing!" he spat out, his accent heavy. He wasn't privy to the revelation across the room, and before long「Through the Barricade」was upon him. It was his best judgement that the dancer's stand wasn't a power-type, and though Taras was not one to leave things up to chance, he gambled on this judgement and was prepared to take a blow so long as her stand was preoccupied with him, leaving the woman open.

From the ground, unnoticed until now, Taras' own stand sprung. The metallic mosquito sailed a short distance through the air, aimed right at the enemy woman's neck and shoulder. It's proboscis was extended, but it was merely a threat - there was no way it would be fast enough to take her down before she could retaliate... but she couldn't know that. A check.

Cacophony Concord

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Inspect User

I want a space here.

CHARACTER

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes: Warrior (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 10 (110)
MP – 10 (100)
SP – 10 (100)
STR – 22
AGI – 19
END – 22
DEX – 20
LUC – 21

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 0
Item Pouch (Common):

• Fa Trung's Talisman x2 ^Equipped

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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It seemed like, suddenly, the whole team was on the defensive! What was up with that? Many of the party moved to the back line, while Ari moved up - using Ames as a boost. Is that what my role is? A pommel horse?! Am I just gonna get manhandled the whole time?!

"Hey if you just give me a heads up I'll throw you! I'm kind of like, an expert at throwing p—"

Splash. Cold, disgusting water rushed over Ames. She squeezed her eyes shut, sputtering and spitting and wiping at her face. "Oh my God! That's - ew! It stinks!" The warrior hardly even noticed her HP bar going down. Well, if one thing was clear it was that their group definitely didn't have a handle on these kappas. Once most of the excess water was cleaned from her face, Ames opened her eyes and was immediately met with danger. Not directed towards her, but to Amulak close by. It was time for the red haired warrior to jump into the fray.

Her hand shot out snatched the offending weapon's handle just behind the spear head. With a sharp twist of her wrist, the wood splintered and snapped. She pulled the shaft forward with a strong jerk, redirecting the creature's charge towards herself. While it's momentum carried it closer, Ames' other hand rose up high. The "stylish" setting was really working in her favor as she caught Raime's bolt and brought it down in one motion toward the ugly little river goblin's face.

Forsaken

Anything Flick might have said about the situation between the waitstaff and their eccentric chef was would have been a bit crass following Cinder and Faint's words. Although Flick's own input would have been less shame on you, Lak Lok and more Well that was fun but we'd better get the hell out of here before they kick us out. And even that was covered. The genasi followed suit and stood up, rolling his neck and giving the group at large his best placating smile.

"Agreed, best get a move on." Even with that said, Flick wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to visit the sheriff's office, but it was better than the alternatives in his opinion... and though the coroner's office was nearby, it wasn't like it was the exact same place, so he'd let Graves play kobold babysitter.

"Any of you need to 'take care of somethings?' A break before we get goin'?" Flick asked of his half of the team, "People drift in an' out of this town so often it's hard to tell whose local or not, so if you don't know your way around ya'll should let me know now."

Honestly Flicker would have loved to go back to his little apartment and take a long nap, maybe get changed, but he could do that later. Technically he was already in his rough clothes, and who knew - maybe it would help the officers knew their motley crew meant business once they arrived.

"Ah, well, we can discuss this outside," he decided, and nodded to the inn's doors. As Flick himself made to leave, he stopped by the bar and motioned towards the table he'd come from. "Garrick tab," he smiled, and saw himself out.

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Yankee Test

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Thread for character sheet work, RP ideas that'll probably never happen, code testing, image testing, and other random goofy stuff

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Speaking of code testing lol

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