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_{HP: 610/610 - MP: 610/610 - SP: 610/610}
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CHARACTER

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

Classes:
Warrior lvl 42 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
Animist lvl 1
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 42 (610)
MP – 61 (610)
SP – 58 (610)
STR – 50 (65)
AGI – 50 (55)
END – 47 (57)
DEX – 50 (60)
LUC – 50 (58)

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 13883 Rishi, 5 Silver, 24 Bronze

Item Pouch (Common):

• Ankle Bells (dented)
• Common Health Potion x4
• Dewsilk Shortbow
• Wig of Thorns
• Half-Helm of the Vanquished

Equipment

• Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C
  • No extra effect.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor:
• Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END
  • Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames.
• Legs:
• Shoes:
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

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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The very first thing Ames did when logging in for the day was to touch her hand against the Keystone in Nyu-Taro's plaza. She refreshed herself on which of the many prerequisites she'd been looking to clear were completed, and which still needed doing. She knew that spreading herself thin like this wasn't ... "optimal," as her friends put it. Pretty much everyone she talked to during her death lock out, besides the ones that repeated "as long as you're having fun who cares what happens," advised her to choose a path and stick with it. As well as to consider what the other fellows in her party were working towards. Well, that had proven a problem so far, but hey. Third time's the charm.

"Okay, Animist is done... Ascetic needs to find a spring or something... Kegare... Kegare?!"

Ames had started off muttering to herself, but her pitch increased with the discovery that Kegare's prerequisites still weren't completed. Seriously? Killing myself didn't count? I locked myself out for nothing?! The warrior stood there fuming for a few moments. She'd really thought she could make a couple shortcuts and get everything done, but that wasn't the case. She supposed she wasn't the first to think of these kinds of strategies, and the developers accounted for them. Oh well... at least my Sunday was pretty relaxing. Plus, after chatting with Sean and a couple of his friends, even she had it drilled into her thick head to get her act together and just choose one or two goals, rather than as many as possible.

...then again. Maybe she hadn't learned her lesson. That last requirement seemed pretty easy. She'd just keep an eye on it, sure that sooner or later it would be fulfilled.

It was a shame about Bard and Exorcist. Still the later intrigued her though, so perhaps she would pick up another class in the mean time and work towards it. "Keystone, can you tell me more about..." She asked after a few different classes, getting a little description of each. You could have a couple different low rank classes at once, right? Ames nodded to herself and placed her hand on the Keystone again, claiming the [Animist] class. Her new goal was to go find the spring and pick up Acestic, then bully Lew into introducing her at the temple to work on Exorcist.

"Okay!" Ames smiled to herself and left to go pawn a couple of items from the haul last time and meet up with the others.

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"Hey!" Ames approached Raime, waving a hand in the air. Today when the warrior walked, there was no jingling to accompany her steps. The already worn bells she'd bought yesterday were pocketed, for use at another time. She sported a new class in addition to a spiffy new pair of bracelets that turned from deep purple to flaming red to warm yellow depending on the way you looked at them.

Once close enough, Ames fished a particular item out from the hammerspace of her pouch and presented it to their Scout. It was a fine quality bow.

"It's not a crossbow, but do you want this? We picked it up last time. If not I'll see if Ari wants it, I know she wants to be a ninja or something but ninjas can use bows... probably. Got a couple other things for people too."

Speaking of Ari, the cat girl must have logged in recently because Ames spotted her across the plaza. She waved her arms over head to catch Ari's attention, beckoning the girl over. She looked pretty down for some reason. In fact so did Raime. Curious, Ames checked the chat.

"...seriously." She sighed and sent a message to one of their resident troublemakers.

[Ames] to [Lugh Dysphoria]: (°ㅂ°╬) cut it out and come back!

It was looking to be another session with their party split apart, but if luck was with them maybe they could avoid that.

"What's on the agenda today anyway?" Ames asked the others, "Something going on in town about an invasion? I didn't really look that much into it, asked around about the Blooming Springs instead."

Into the frying pan

Hey there, welcome! The 1x1 section is always pretty active so you should have no trouble there. Hope you have fun!

Fate/Charonioi Klimakes

_{Mentions: @Yukitamas@SSW@Gracefully}

Location: District V - River Bank

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Ah, was this why the pair of women were stationed by the Danube? The stream of water pushed at his spear, and Rider brought an arm up to break the flow as it came at him. Bleh, his face puckered lightly when the splash caught him. The freezing temperature of the water was no issue, but the taste? Even water was different now, hundreds of years in the future huh?

A defensive tactic of the woman's, the wave served it's purpose in giving her cover while she fled into the river. As the fog rolled in from the water onto the bank accompanied by his opponent's coy words, Rider clicked his tongue. What could she have possibly learned that was so extraordinary? So strange that it warranted questioning those that would attempt to take her life about it? He was curious, but it was obvious she wasn't inclined to share many details at the moment.

"What type of experimentation would that be?" he questioned. He was unconcerned about the little spires of water that searched him out, in fact he'd only barely moved from his initial position. Raising a mist like this would be stupid if the woman didn't have some way of seeing through it, so it was better to assume she had just that - in which case, using the dog as cover to reposition would be meaningless. Instead he stayed put, a force separating the other servant from both of their masters now. Any tendrils that got near were splashed apart with a flick of his spear while Rider focused his other senses. If he tried he might be able to see through the mist, but when his ears and nose were available to him there was no need. The water that the white clad woman controlled sounded different than the river, one moving steadily and the others unnaturally. The soft noise of a humanoid body shifting, making ripples on the water's surface. Her scent, distinct from the humans behind him and the rest of the city around them. Could he pinpoint where she was hidden...? And if he did, what was the best course of action?

She asked him a question, her voice reverberating in the area. He was no bat-like creature with supersonic hearing, however... "About you? Well...

You're not the assertive type," he said. "You watch things play out. And..."

There was a moment of silence and stillness, when even the snowfall seemed to slow. Rider inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. To chase her into the river would be unwise. To draw her out - well, that may work. But wouldn't the fastest way to defeat his opponent be to attack her from right here?

And... And you are... right there! Like a rubber band Rider snapped his arm forward, launching the spear in Caster's direction, parting the mist with the force of his throw. The stab he'd made at her earlier was downright playful compared to this, the weapon flying towards her like an archaic missile.

The Voyagers of Duonia: A Medieval Fantasy RP

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As the carriage came to a stop Dular lifted herself out of her seat, but having been tucked away in the interior she waited for the smaller folk to get out before she did herself. The whole vehicle swayed with her steps until she exited, setting her feet in the snow and her arms into the air. The orc woman stretched up high and rolled her neck, letting her head sag on her shoulders until there was a satisfying pop. After that she settled into a more natural pose, hands resting loosely on her hips. She surveyed the city from there, seeing what, if anything, had changed while the others spoke.

It was funny, the way Chip and Ludith were apprehensive. The same feelings expressed in different ways. One stemmed from isolation from other people, the other from exposure... or so Dular thought. She didn't know them that well - any of them in fact - but she liked to speculate. She continued speculating while the other of them said their pieces, nodding along with everything. Her tusks poked out of the faint smile on her face. The ride in the wagon had been quiet and uneventful, but now the group was chatting and the sounds of people moving and working filled the air. This was much preferable to the half-orc, who had always lived and worked closely with others.

"Mm. Do not underestimate a person's nosiness," Dular pointed out. She pulled her coin purse from her hip, untying it and fiddling with the contents inside. For now, she had plenty of funds to buy a plate at the tavern. There were many who preferred to chat over food and drink, even strangers could loosen up over a meal. Dular glanced over at the other women before following up her thought. "People that live in communities, even small one like this, always looking at things that come and go. Want to know everything."

She chuckled. "I am like this too. Never left the traders brave enough to come visit alone."

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Grayscale : A World in Black & White

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She woke up. Not literally, but standing on her feet the sorrowful future witch quivered and her eyes flung themselves open, as if awakening from a stupor. She found that she'd awoken into yet another dream though. Gone from falling, flying, to standing there in the dreary gray room. The space was upside down like a fun house, ironic considering everything about it shouted that this place was the exact opposite of fun.

At first she didn't even notice the other people standing around her. When she did, her wide eyes focusing on each of them in turn before narrowing in thought, she wondered if they were even people. "Beings" seemed more correct. A ghost, a ghoul, a life-size haunted doll, and... C̷y̵n̸t̶h̶i̴a̸ focused on the last being the most. He looked like a normal boy. When compared with the rest of them, that made him the most suspicious. Until a more classical looking ghost appeared that was much more suspicious.

"What... is going on?" C̷y̵n̸t̶h̶i̴a̸ said. Her voice cracked on use as though she hadn't used it in a long time, but that shouldn't be true. She raised a hand to her throat, confused. Around that time the other four began sitting around the table. The woman in her tattered clothes narrowed her eyes even further, dark irises peeking out from horizontal slits. Why were these beings just... doing exactly what the weird ghost-creature told them to? And did the transparent boy just retch at her? C̷y̵n̸t̶h̶i̴a̸ wrapped her arms around herself, squeezing tight. Her mind felt sluggish, but she forced the gears in her head to turn. She had suddenly turned up here in this confusing place. The others - were they natives of sorts, or did they appear just like she did? What was that floating creature, what was it's goal here? What were any of their goal's? Where was this and why was she here...?

“Is this hell?”

C̷y̵n̸t̶h̶i̴a̸'s head snapped toward the doll. She stared at it - him? - for a few long drawn out moments before she burst into laughter. It sounded like a flattened, broken melody crawling out from her throat. The laughter went on for a minute or two, and when the woman calmed down she cracked a harsh smile and drifted over to the table, roughly pulling out the chair beside the pale and drawn being in the lab coat and dropping herself into the seat.

"Is this hell," she repeated, shaking her head incredulously. Reaching out, she drummed her fingers against the table, her pale hand and split nails standing out against the dark wood. It didn't feel like hell, but then again how would she know. She murmured, mostly to herself, "that would be my luck," before she waited for the final person to take their seat and see what the devil had in store for them.

RPG Pet Pageant - Voting Thread!

Category: Dogs
1st Pick: McKenzy
2nd Pick: Bowie
3rd Pick: Elin

Category: Cats
1st Pick: Hiro I'm sorry Suki
2nd Pick: Onyx
3rd Pick: Phat Boi
(4th Pick: Heimdall)

Category: Misc
1st Pick: Peep
2nd Pick: Danica
3rd Pick: Enigma

That cats were the hardest they were all so amazing well all the animals were but the cats were the toughest to pick!

Fate/Charonioi Klimakes

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Location: District V - River Bank

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These women dressed in unfamiliar garb were congenial, or at the very least not ones to attack on sight. That was nice. It didn't last very long. Of the four of them gathered there on river's edge, there was one eager to kick up a fuss: his own master. Dismissing pleasantries as pointless and having the gall to command his servant to win. Of course he was going to win. It didn't even need to be said. It was what heroes like him did.

You don't need to tell me twice.

Lauchme moved away from him then, intent on drawing the other master away. He barely watched the two of them start towards each other before his eyes slid to the servant still by the water. Her face was shrouded from sight and snow by her umbrella, otherwise Rider might have offered her a look that said something like 'well, what can you do.' The woman guessed that he might be the archer class servant. Rider assumed nothing of her, other than that she seemed... level headed.

"Not impatient, no." Eager, perhaps, to get to know another servant through battle where truth was easily found, or eager to get through the war a little quicker with such a master by his side, but not impatient. He shrugged one shoulder, awaiting what the other servant had to say. A question she wanted to ask every other servant. Anything... unusual?

"What isn't unusual about this?" he mused. He was far from a philosopher though, so he answered her question proper - but not before leaping, crossing the distance between them in the blink of an eye, exchanging his bow for a spear. Servant of the bow not so much, and even if it gave the woman a little more information about him, Rider was not the type to try and maintain a deceitful ploy. He landed softly in the snow. From this close, a few meters separating them and eyes locked, Rider smelt that early scent all the stronger. "Truthfully, no. I haven't been gifted any unusual knowledge. Not so far as I could tell."

Like his actions, his words were genuine. That much was obvious to anyone, even mundane humans. Rider quirked his head again, golden eyes searching his opponent's face. Not human. The smell was pleasant in a way. It intrigued him. All the same though, he readied his weapon.

"I won't apologize, but I've been given a job to do. Perhaps we can do introductions at a later time, though I've been told the best way to get to know someone is through battle," he said. The long and storied history of heroism and machismo proved as much. This was as much of a warning as his opponent would get before Rider moved, stabbing his spear at the woman's midsection. The attack was quick and forceful, not a killing blow but far from a pulled punch.

"Why do you ask? Have you learned something unusual?" He braced his body, ready to pull the weapon back and drive it forward again. Even while he struck, he carried on with the woman's topic.

World of Light

Word Count: 957 (+2 exp)
Level: 3 - Total EXP: 7/30
Location: Sandswept Sky: Above the Great Barrier
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Primrose chuckled at the responses to the spirits she'd produced. It wasn't surprising that there weren't many takers (in fact the only one interested was the Medic, who ended up taking them off her hands), the weird creatures didn't look like they had much to offer. Perhaps one of the Phantom Thieves could have chimed in, offering insight into what they were actually capable of since they were the ones to reduce them to spirits in the first place - but they were preoccupied. The dancer put them out of her mind, listening while Alibaba explained a little more about her situation. So she couldn't go back after all. Primrose could argue that her human form did have use, but there would be no point. The deed was done. At least Alibaba seemed content with it.

Another surprise change in Alibaba's form came in the shape of sprawling tentacles. They picked her up, and once Primrose was seated in the Necronomicon's cramped interior she had to take a moment to breath and absorb everything. The inside glowed with patterns similar to what they found at the top of the pyramid, words and images flashed on flat surfaces all around her, and there were strange buttons and levers marked in confusing ways. Primrose closed her eyes, drawing her knees up close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, tucking her chin in. After a deep breath she opened her eyes again, focusing on what she thought must be the view from outside. The rest, she knew, wasn't meant for her. That was fine, but while Alibaba was the only one to hear her inside the craft, Primrose theorized aloud anyway.

"The other Sakura must help fly you from in here," she mused. "This is all a bit beyond me, but... I think it must be sort of nice. Two halves of the same whole. Never quite alone."

Joker called Alibaba a shadow a full of negative qualities, but even now Primrose just couldn't see it - and she was literally inside of the girl-turned-flying ship. As far as flying ships went, traveling the distance up over the barrier wall was disorienting, but not too much for it not to be a fun ride either. Looking out from inside, or however the view worked, Primrose could see the path leading to the mountain. This time it looked like a more straightforward route. Once the trip was over, Primrose slide out of the cockpit and into the waiting arms of Alibaba, who gently placed her back on solid ground.

"Thank you," the dancer said. She aimed a smile at Alibaba, but finding that in her Necronomicon form she lacked a face, and so Primrose turned away soon after rather than blindly look around the shuttle's exterior. She tapped her foot a few times against the stone. It had been her first time actually flying around, after all.

when the flying members departed, Primrose joined in with the others of the advance guard as it were. It's completely ruined, she thought to herself, gazing around at the destroyed buildings and the gigantic spikes. They looked strange and wicked, and she couldn't tell if they were organic or not. The best course of action was not to get too close to them either way she surmised, following along the path. Ahead they discussed something about the sand and MP. Primrose wasn't exactly sure what they were talking about until she stepped into the sand herself and felt strange. As if it was siphoning something from her. MP... magic power...? The brunette stared at the sand, squinting at is as if it would start speaking to her. If she stood too long in it she'd surely be left with no power to cast her spells, which would leave her very vulnerable in a battle. She had only her dagger to defend herself with without her magic.

Speak of the devil, as soon as the thieves crossed over the sand portion with help from Tora, a battle arrived. Monsters erupted from the ground, one large beast and a couple of vicious looking women with the lower half of snakes. Sectonia rained lightning down from the sky onto one of the snake women, but the other was unattended to - plus the large horned creature seemed poised to charge, facing Tora down.

From where Primrose stood on the edge of the sand, she hoped she was in relative safety. From here she could sling her spells and, uncrowded, had plenty of room to dance on the stone path. The nopon was strong but when faced with that huge fiend, it couldn't hurt to give him a boost to be sure, especially when he faced it down alone.

"Here," Primrose lifted her voice, bringing her arms up and away from her in a rising arc, before pulling them back in close. She spun in a tight circle, gradually bending her knees until she was crouched and the spin slowed, then she stood again with a flourish, throwing her arms out to either side of her. She shook her head, letting her long brown hair bounce against her shoulders. "The mole dance."

This was a display of defense, bringing the nopon's tanking ability to an even greater height. With that he should be able to face down any charging beast - although as it turned out, Tora didn't exactly face it alone. man appeared from behind it suddenly, slashing at the monster with impressive speed. His appearance caught the dancer off guard momentarily. Whether this newcomer was a friend or a foe that just so happened to be fighting on their side for now remained to be seen, but for now they shared the same goal. Another one to look after.

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