Zelosse

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Arguth took his food and drink in relative quiet, his twin shadows falling into a familiar spot in his wake. To his fiery core there was at last a sense of peace to the everburning practitioner as his friends, what some would even call sworn brothers, returned to him safe and unharmed thanks to the aide of these mercenaries. How the group had made the push through the few infected to scuttle ahead of the inferno was a mystery. Indeed it lent credit to the idea of incredibly well hidden secret gateways the Warden had ingeniously woven into the stone of his prison.
Why or how the bugs had found them was a mystery, if indeed they had.

What bothered him now was the disharmony. Like looking through a veil, Arguth let his senses slip from his body to feel the world around him on a more spiritual and emotional level. The source of the disfunction was built upon the so-called leader of the group and the rogue who had allied with the shadows, but the true threat lingered in the corner away from their party. The woman seemed frail to the naked eye and huddled for warmth, out of fright, trauma. In this enhanced state of sense it was like looking upon a specter. Hanging from her shoulders like a thick cloak was a barely contained urge to violently lash out. With the two bickering at each other and the other members unwilling to intervene it would fall to himself to keep that one in line.

"Blessings of the pyre, bound by ash and coal. Breathe life to me." The chant was low, a mere hum to only those with the strongest of hearing, as the scorched warrior rose to stride across the room. Each footfall to Macy was an explosion. Like him, she would see the intention now. A face of burning reds and yellows danced across her perceptions that screamed at her and her alone.

STRIKE

Ignorant of any warnings from Kris or Scar, Arguth stepped into striking range of Macy and spread his arms wide. It would only take the blood of someone stronger than herself to ease the bloody lust raging within her.
With his stomach exposed and the spirit of the ever burning taunting her, there was no stopping it.

The twins were quick to stop any who tried to step in the way, long hooked daggers in their hands.

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Well here's hoping I made it in time.

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Rockstar to-be

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Haruto, Kaito

"Music is power so trust in the rhythm!"

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Age: 15
Heigh: 6feet
Weight: 155 pounds

Quirk: POWER CHORDS - Stimulates body and minds with the power of music.

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Description: Haruto is a deeply passionate individual with a splash of social anxiety who often doodles on his arms and legs with permanent marker (thus the 'tattoos') to pass the time and ease his mind from the hustle and bustle of school and home, where despite only being a teenager has become a solo act of self care and self reliance. A bit of a rebel to his parents whom he never sees much, Haruto is determined to make it without them and gives his all to acing tests and practicing various instruments. Most of such are donated by a local store owner who had begun teaching Haruto when their quirk manifested.

On the topic of social anxiety, his fear of singing is only when Haruto is aware of himself even singing as the young man is particularly prone to singing single verses of his favorite songs whenever anybody says something that reminds him of one. As for music he has written by himself, most are described as 'ear bleeding at best'.

Miscellaneous: Can play just about any musical instrument. Keeps a flute on his person at all times. Dislikes the taste of oranges. Thinks skirts are 'too much trouble'. Enjoys wearing leather jackets and styling his hair in a mohawk from time to time. Big fan of musicals. Once fought a stray dog to reclaim his shoe but ended up losing both shoes and the hem of his pants.

Re: Zero: The High Council

@Rune_Alchemist

Mirts face turned to a harsh glare at the disrespectful servant, a look he had mastered in his youth at the great temples of his homeland. Mirt had once stood at the pinnacle of his culture and the lessons there in sheer menacing presence were not lost in his travels, a few of the rowdy patrons crowding them gave an involuntary step back.

"You dare mock me and my protegee?!" Advancing a step with both hands balled into a fist, Mirt pointed to the crowd one by one as if calling them out instead. "I SAY IT IS YOU LOT WHO ARE SOUR. Spoiler by drink and food till lifting a dagger is a strain." Spitting the last word out like poison he glanced to a larger male in the back of the growing crowd. Knowing full well what they were.

"I say let the fat lordlings' dogs fight like the mutts they are and bring forth a true opponent! No man in this arena is strong enough to offer a sporting chance to my chosen anyways."

Satisfied, with the crowd cheering or shouting curses, Mirt crossed his arms and raised his chin to the gathered crowd and merely waited as the ruckus grew louder. At some point the crowd began a unified chant calling for a fight, drawing yet more eyes. At last the final straw gave way and a lone figure pushed their way through the crowd.
A single glance at the newcomer brought with it a deathly silence. Belrigger was a tall man, towering over Mirt, and despite his age was no less fit for a fight. The two locked glares until finally the Fighting Ring leader gave a grin.

"You really think you've got a fighter worthy of this arena, piss ant, have them in the middle pronto. They'll be a warmup for todays excitement." Striking a similar pose to Mirts, Belrigger put his fingers to his lips and blew 3 short whistles. A reply came from the elevated platform momemts later in reply.

Mirt rolled his eyes at the pageantry. The man was big and brutish but his eyes betrayed the soft nature hiding within them. Like himself it seemed whoever the brute was, they were an entertainer more than fighter.

"Whats say we strike a wager. Half a crown says Anyon, my finest student, trounces whatever sorry excuse for a fighter you serve before them." Hand shooting into the pouch at his belt, Mirt drew forth 5 silver coins and gave a wink.

Belriggers grin only widened. "I accept!" His hand was a blur of movement. It was little more than the sensation that he had moved but sure enough the silver coins were nestled in the big shotcallers hand between his thumb and the meat of his hand. The topmost coin had even bent a bit, the genuine look of superiority was clear on Belriggers face as he turned to march to the arena wall.

Sure enough, from the gated doorway leading into the bowels of the tunnel system came the challenger. A little over 5 feet with a visored helmet and leather armor, the challenger held a dagger and shortsword with confidence as they casually entered the arenas lowered platform, their grip tightening as they waited for their food.

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Up above the arena, Belrigger had pushed aside the crowd with his mere presence. Only Mirt, Elque, and Mie were within 5 feet of the menacing human. Moe would feel the hairs on her neck standing on end despite the calm demeanor of the two opposing males.
Stubborn, violent, pride. The usual tale of old men.

"Woman. Who permitted you to gawk?" Belrigger turned his gaze towards the fox and scowled. None of the workers on his coin were stupid enough to stare at anything but the next patron that needed a drink in their hand. "Scurry on. You are not being paid to stand around.

The kitchens were a good place to return to, but if Mie wanted the goods at the back gates she would need to stay in the spotlight. Already a few of the vip patrons had noted the commotion. Just a little more time and she would have one of those bratty nobles shouting her name for company.
Step 1..
If they wanted the attention they would need to play the part of a fan. It wasn't uncommon for the servers to latch onto wealthy patrons, charming them out of their money and earning the jealousy of others.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

@Archmage MC just a thought. Since Riko isnt going anywhere specific, why not put the cloak on him and hang out in the hood. They'd do pretty much whatever anyways.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

@Archmage MC forgot to add a mention IC. My bad.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

"A cloaked figure in a backwater port is leaves on the breeze to them. So common it barely registers." Riko mused from above. Like every part of their ship, his seated position behind the crossbeam of the lower sails was creaky at best and sorely in need of repair. Had they the supplies, and time, to make such improvements it would have been done ages ago.
As things were it was all he could do to keep the ship in its current condition.

Pointing at his mask as he leaned over to view the runt below, the impression that behind the concealing headware was a grin was all too obvious. "Try one of these. Draws stares like a fly to honey." Kicking back against the central beam, Riko gave a short laugh at his own humor.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

Riko Sakamoto - Swordsman/Shipwright

Riko "The Tidecaller" Sakamoto

| 27 | 192cm | 59kg | 2m Bounty | Male |

Appearance: stylish black leather with decorative metal pieces adorning his multi-piece suit, Riko is rarely seen without his protective face mask as it covers a series of horribly facial scars and his many burns from a fire in his early teens.
Unlike his family, men and women of large portions and inhuman strength, Riko took after his mothers side of the family sporting a thin frame mad for speed amd acrobatic achievement over sheer brute strength.

Personality: Riko is boisterous and violently proud of himself and his family history, taking insults to both with blinding fury. Beyond that simple pride lays a fathomless depth of calm and orderly discipline one would expect of a swordsman with such a unique style. If not for his temper one would assume the man was a saint with the patience of a king.

Raised with a healthy respect for hard work beyond the mastery of his families secretive swordsmanship, Riko is a dedicated shipwright with 15 years of experience working on ships from small fishing boats to iron-plated warships. Not a designer of said ships but skilled with repairs.
Beyond repairing ships he enjoys carving wooden statues, often in great detail.

Backstory: blessed are those who wield the sword like a seamstress wields their needle and thread, their tools indistinguishable from their own bodies. Riko was one of many from his hometown believed to be a genius with the sword but the truth is far less fantastic. Granted he had skill but his mother was a savant with her peerless swordsmanship and passed on her skills every chance she could to her only child.
Along with the secrets to her technique when he was finally of age.

Like his mother and grandmother before, Riko possesses the sapphire star. With its control over water, twisting it like a living creature, his secret techniques gained new prowess.
It is with that same control over pockets of water that his talents as a shipwright come in handy, fixing leaks and damage with ease as the water part from him, keeping his hand and mind steady on the tasks at hand.

Abilities: Sapphire☆Star - Precious gemstone imbued with the powers of the Nami-Nami fruit. Grants the owner the ability to control large pockets of water at will, along with a few other benefits. While not nearly as strong as eating the Mizu-Mizu fruit himself, it is still beneficial to his water manipulation sword style.

Ikite iru nami no ha (Blade of living waves) - Water coating the wielders blade strikes out with such force it becomes a powerful projectile.
Slashes create a long thing wave of water, the Sapphire☆Star aiding its solid form, and cuts anything in its path.
Heavy thrusts create a lance of water that pierces those in its path.
Riko often employs a side to side swipe that leaves a lingering sheet of thick water, blunting projectiles. Though it is largely ineffective at close range or against heavier projectiles.

Wakare no nami (Parting Waves) - The ultimate technique of his style. With a heavy slash, drawing on the strength of the Sapphire☆Star to its limits, Riko gouges the very sea below an enemy ship to crash against the seafloor as the water below is parted.
Note: this technique can only be used once every few minutes. While it recovers, the Sapphire☆Star cannot be used in any other way.

Relationships: none

Dreams: To start a family and pass on his technique.

Rikos sword

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

@Noodles i have renamed it the wave wave fruit

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

Riko "The Tidecaller" Sakamoto

| 27 | 192cm | 59kg | 2m Bounty | Male |

Appearance: stylish black leather with decorative metal pieces adorning his multi-piece suit, Riko is rarely seen without his protective face mask as it covers a series of horribly facial scars and his many burns from a fire in his early teens.
Unlike his family, men and women of large portions and inhuman strength, Riko took after his mothers side of the family sporting a thin frame mad for speed amd acrobatic achievement over sheer brute strength.

Personality: Riko is boisterous and violently proud of himself and his family history, taking insults to both with blinding fury. Beyond that simple pride lays a fathomless depth of calm and orderly discipline one would expect of a swordsman with such a unique style. If not for his temper one would assume the man was a saint with the patience of a king.

Raised with a healthy respect for hard work beyond the mastery of his families secretive swordsmanship, Riko is a dedicated shipwright with 15 years of experience working on ships from small fishing boats to iron-plated warships. Not a designer of said ships but skilled with repairs.
Beyond repairing ships he enjoys carving wooden statues, often in great detail.

Backstory: blessed are those who wield the sword like a seamstress wields their needle and thread, their tools indistinguishable from their own bodies. Riko was one of many from his hometown believed to be a genius with the sword but the truth is far less fantastic. Granted he had skill but his mother was a savant with her peerless swordsmanship and passed on her skills every chance she could to her only child.
Along with the secrets to her technique when he was finally of age.

Like his mother and grandmother before, Riko possesses the sapphire star. With its control over water, twisting it like a living creature, his secret techniques gained new prowess.
It is with that same control over pockets of water that his talents as a shipwright come in handy, fixing leaks and damage with ease as the water part from him, keeping his hand and mind steady on the tasks at hand.

Abilities: Sapphire☆Star - Precious gemstone imbued with the powers of the Nami-Nami fruit. Grants the owner the ability to control large pockets of water at will, along with a few other benefits. While not nearly as strong as eating the Mizu-Mizu fruit himself, it is still beneficial to his water manipulation sword style.

Ikite iru nami no ha (Blade of living waves) - Water coating the wielders blade strikes out with such force it becomes a powerful projectile.
Slashes create a long thing wave of water, the Sapphire☆Star aiding its solid form, and cuts anything in its path.
Heavy thrusts create a lance of water that pierces those in its path.
Riko often employs a side to side swipe that leaves a lingering sheet of thick water, blunting projectiles. Though it is largely ineffective at close range or against heavier projectiles.

Wakare no nami (Parting Waves) - The ultimate technique of his style. With a heavy slash, drawing on the strength of the Sapphire☆Star to its limits, Riko gouges the very sea below an enemy ship to crash against the seafloor as the water below is parted.
Note: this technique can only be used once every few minutes. While it recovers, the Sapphire☆Star cannot be used in any other way.

Relationships: none

Dreams: To start a family and pass on his technique.

Rikos sword