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2 yrs ago
Current And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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3 yrs ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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3 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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3 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
3 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Mostly judged and found okay.
Name: Alam Souta
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance: Not Kassim
Height: 173cm, 5’8
Weight: 155lb, 70kg
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Gold
Skin tone: Slightly tanned.
Misc: He wears what you might expect of your average university student and young adult. Jeans, trousers, t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies, etc. Nothing too fancy, just casual.

So the princess decides the outfit apparently.

Personality: Good-natured, somewhat easy-going, but practical at the same time. Alam would love to do what he enjoys all the time, but like most people realizes he can’t, and like even less, doesn’t get caught up in indulgence.

He takes things seriously, but it’s a practiced response, and far from his true nature which is more inclined to be lazy and laid back. Even when he is serious, it’s rare that Alam’s mood will be somber or grave, there’s usually that upbeat air to him.

All in all, he’s someone who likes to see the fun side of things, even in questionable situations. For all that positiveness though, he does have some issues with crowds. While not really an introvert, he doesn’t do well amongst too many people. To clarify, something like a popular public space, ie, a mall or an amusement park won't be an issue. Put him on a class team for the sports festival, and that's when Alam gets antsy.

Likes: Heavy-physical sports (fighting included), video games, action-oriented novels, spicy foods, some mammals, and instrumental music.
Dislikes: Too much attention, serious fights, reptiles (sue him), overly sweet foods, and sleeping too much (makes him feel lethargic until he can reset the sleep cycle).

Background: Is it uncommon to find someone of Middle Eastern descent who’s been raised in Japan since an early age? Even in this day and age, probably, so there’s obvious a bit of a story to Alam’s unusual childhood.

… Is there?

Well, not really. There’s the fact that his mother is Japanese, while his father Lebanense. The family lived in a small rural town, both parents working jobs, while Alam went to the only school. There wasn’t any tragic case of xenophobia where Alam was isolated for his heritage, although he was a favored target because of his differences. Nevertheless, the bullies quickly moved onto other targets when it became quite clear that Alam was anything but a pacifist.

Well, except for one particularly stubborn bastard who eventually became a friend. They fought when it was Alam surrounded by half a dozen other kids, they fought when it was only the two of them, and they fought while other kids cheered them on; though Alam didn’t like the popularity their scraps gained. It wasn’t the strongest friendship, but the tenuous bond was there.

While there was quite a fuss at first, eventually the adults learned to just turn a blind eye. It wasn’t like either of them got seriously hurt and in their eyes it was just a, if particularly violent, way to blow off steam.

Eventually, his parents moved for their jobs and Alam followed; he said his goodbyes, threw a few last punches, and left the small town behind for the bigger city. He might have left his “partner” behind, but there were plenty of fights for him in his new home. Just not exactly the type he looked forward to. See, the people in the city weren’t so much as looking to have a nice brawl, most strangers weren’t, they just wanted to get things with violence.

Naturally, Alam disagreed with such things and had to take precautions. A “foreigner” was a prime target and if carrying things like brass knuckles, despite their illegality, or just flat out running away was needed, well then that’s what Alam did. It would be a lie to say he didn’t miss the days where he could slug it out, but when there were a few people who wanted to hurt and not just fight, he didn’t stick around.

School was never too much a problem for Alam. Even if he wasn’t anywhere close to the top of the class he managed to hold his own, staying around or just below the average at times. While never academically minded, he did enjoy various aspects of learning and took advantage of spending hours in the library or participating in the occasional sports events.

--- Powers and Abilities ---

Position: Hero of Graelian

Affinity: Magic/Pure (No elemental association)
Physical Fitness: Good
Magic Potential: Average
Weapon Specialization: Knuckle Duster and Tantō.

Special Moves
Name: Brand - Unstable Sigil
Type: Level 1 - Bright Power Open (Melee Explosive)
Desc: By waving his hand over whatever weapon he’s using at the moment, his crest appears upon the weapon and the ability is activated. Any blow that connects, be it with an opponent; on their armor, weapon, or body; a fortification, such as a wall; or even the environment, causes a miniature crest to appear at the hit location. A subsequent hit against the crest will result in a massive release of kinetic energy, blasting the target away. The crests have a limited duration though, and only three can remain active at a time - any additional crests will cause earlier ones to fade away.

Name: Assault - Accelerate Charge
Type: Level 1 - Misc. Emblem Art (Short Range Charge)
Desc: An ability that forms Alam's crest onto the back of both hands. The gathered bright power is then used to create a skin-tight barrier around him which also has the side effect of distorting light, causing his appearance to blur and become hazy. The fact that the ground shatters and cracks under his feet hint at just how fast he's propelled forwards. Combined with the barrier, he's capable of smashing most things aside, and widely diffused Emblem Arts are no exception. The distance traveled is short, and it’s offensive power is mediocre, but it’s speed can outshine even Bright Power Gears. On the other hand maneuverability is hindered, although the skill is not limited to linear movements. A burst of power can adjust his path, but at the cost of defensive capability while too many will cause the skill to fail prematurely.

Name: Devastate - Field of Blades
Type: Short Ranged Area of Effect
Desc: The technique is set up by embedding a knife imbued with his magic in the ground. Activation involves driving the knife downwards another time while a surge of magic acts as the trigger. Typically done so by jumping off the hilt, although a solid punch also works at times. Blades of varying sizes , from daggers (10cm) to short swords (50cm), and made from non-elemental energy erupt in a 10 meter diameter around the knife, although there is a 1 meter buffer zone. The blades withdraw into the earth when the knife is pulled free.
Posted, and yeah looks fine.
Again, it wasn’t until later into the day that Ryutaro had any progress with the first lead he had for the quest. Over the course of university classes and life, the quick post had simply just been forgotten. It wasn’t until after dinner that he opened his laptop again, and found a new message waiting for him. He gave it a quick glance over and winced involuntary, but quickly shook his head at the insignificant detail. Leaning back against his seat, he wondered what his reply should be and before long he had typed out a message.

Ryuchi said Subject: Gamer
Don’t know much myself, just got the quest [Others like me] today. Haven’t seen anyone else with <The Gamer> over their heads, and frankly I’m in one of the largest universities in this country, Neo Tokyo U.

If you’re in Neo Tokyo and want to meet up, go there. I’m sure it’ll be easy enough to pick one another out from the crowd.


Satisfied that the message didn’t do anything more than put the ball onto the other individual’s court, he sent the message before turning his attention elsewhere. His bag was on the floor to his right, filled with a few text and notebooks. With a sigh, he took a glance at his laptop before pushing it away to make space for his books. If he was allowed to, he would have gone back and punched his high school teachers in the faces. No homework. Oh sure it was technically true, but the readings and notes one had to take were infinitely worse than any homework he received before.

While normally Ryutaro would have split his attention between reading, taking notes, using his laptop, and loafing around, today he had a different plan. Namely one that involved making use of the skill he had apparently gained from all this oddness - [Attention Focuser]. A bit of an odd name really, but its effect seemed useful at the least. With his eyes closed Ryutaro thought of studying and murmured, “Attention Focuser. Task: Studying.” He wasn’t sure if that would activate the skill, nor did he feel any noticeable change, but nevertheless he turned his attention to the books at hand.
Welp posted.
It hadn’t been asleep for long, that much it could tell as its eyes slowly opened. Despite the oddness of its newfound body, there was also a sense of comfort that lingered about the air. ‘Magic...’ it thought to itself, slightly in awe, as it felt the sheer amount of energy saturating the air around itself. It didn’t dwell too long on the strange, albeit welcome, characteristic of this place and tried to take in further details. Still unused to its limbs, it only managed to push itself upright shakily and glance about. Although part of the world it saw was blurry and distorted, that was still a great deal better than the other; dyed red with what it could only imagine to be blood. The hybrid touched the left side of its face gingerly, and sure enough there was a faint trickle of warmth from his eye. It couldn’t help but scowl a bit at that. Its body had been changed, and beyond the strangeness of it all, it didn’t even have the courtesy to function properly.

The hall it had woken up in was lined on either side by numerous doors, and opened up into a larger space further down. It was from that space that the soft sounds of conversation came and its open eye narrowed as it tried to strain its hearing. The voices had a distinctive feminine tone, something it could not recall from its old world; where voices were always guttural and with barely veiled malevolence. It struggled to stand, the wooden boards slightly cool to the touch, and the loss of its levitation slightly disorienting. With the help of the walls as a support though, the hybrid managed to find its footing well enough to advance forward.

It hadn’t quite reached the end of the hallway when an irritated yell reached him, and it flinched out of instinct before relaxing. This brief pause did reveal how exposed it felt though, a slight shiver running through its body. As if in response to that thought, his skin rippled and began to change in the oddest sensation it had felt yet. Dropping to a knee, it couldn’t do anything but bear with the uncontrollable twitching and crawling sensation.

When those finally faded and it opened its eye again, it found the world to be a much clearer place; the red dripping away to reveal much more. In fact, it saw much more than it did before with those two eyes; one of which was faulty. Turning a hand to face it, the reason became crystal clear when the hybrid found itself staring at itself. Its hand had undergone quite the change, nails changed into what would more fittingly be called claws, an eyeball embedded into the center of its palm, and the skin changed to something akin to black chitin. The change wasn't solely limited to his arm either, with plates of the chitin spreading further up his arm and encompassing his entire body. It was a bit odd to move about with the pseudo-exoskeleton that had formed, in comparison to simply floating about, but it managed. ‘Yes...’ it thought to itself, almost happily, as it examined the change that had occurred, ‘much better.’

Emboldened by the form even marginally closer to its original, the hybrid stepped out of the hallway and quickly took in the individuals standing about. There were four other humanoids in the foyer albeit one lacked the aura of magic the other three seemed to hold. The other four, four-legged beast included, and the air itself had a shimmer thanks to the magic that it could now see. There seemed to be a conversation already happening and it felt no need to intrude. Observation would be much more useful at the moment.
I did have Ryutaro send a reply to Sasha at the end of my post.
Normally Ryutaro wouldn’t have spared more than a few moments to fix his appearance at the mirror, but today was slightly different. As he stared at the mirror, it wasn’t his appearance that held his attention, but rather the bright blue texts above his head. His first instinct was to bob his head around, as if the action would dislodge the strange text, but nope, they stuck to him regardless of what he did. Trying to touch them yielded no results, as his hands passed clean through, and all first-year could mutter was, “Huh…” as he stared into the mirror.

As much as he would have liked to dwell on the strangeness of the situation, the world kept on spinning, and as such he still had school to attend. “Ah…” he grumbled to himself in annoyance as he slipped his arm through a strap of his bag, before hopping down the stairs. He paused only briefly to take in the text above his mother’s head; it was slightly different from his. She didn’t have a special title like his <The Gamer> or ‘Jack of Few Trades’, but she was a level higher than him, at two instead of one. The moment was broken when she turned around and smiled at him, waving him over as she set a plate down on the table in the dining room. “Come on, Ryuchi. You’ve still got time.”

She was right, he had managed to come down earlier than usual despite taking a while to try and figure things out, rather unsuccessfully by the way. So despite the fact that the situation was still a bit strange to him and put him on edge, Ryutaro decided to take advantage of the moment of normality. “Thanks,” he murmured as he placed his bag on the floor and took a seat across from his mother, digging in. He almost regretted it, and had to fight the urge to sigh and facepalm, lest he worry her.
System said Health regeneration increased by 10%.

Instead, he just raised his finger to close the notification, acting as if he had just recalled something to cover for the otherwise strange motion. He pushed the plate away, having finished quickly before he asked, “I did tell you I was coming home late today right?”

“Mhmm,” she murmured with a nod as she took the plate away and dropped it into the sink, making a small splash. “Gymnastic team practice right?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back at around 6 or 7 then. See ya,” he called out as he grabbed his bag and bounded down another flight of stairs towards the front door. He was slipping on his shoes when a call of “Have fun,” came down from above. “I will,” he called back again before he finally slipped out of the house, the door pulled closed behind him.
He had gotten used to seeing people with their levels and names displayed above their heads after the first dozen. Now Ryutaro wished there was a way to toggle whatever this was off. Sure, it could be useful in a bunch of situations, but it was really distracting to get dozens of name every time he bothered to look up. With a sigh, he turned his gaze back downwards and focused on the task at hand.

The best explanation he could come up with was somehow, one way or another, he was viewing reality through the lens of a game. It was absolutely ludicrous, but he didn’t bother with such an assumption without proof. That came in the fact that he could call forth windows, Status, Inventory, Talents, Skills, and hell even a Quest. They were set out in a manner not too unlike the many MMORPGs he had played, and frankly the Skills window had the most damning proof yet.
Skill Window said The Gamer (MAX LV) (Passive): You possess the Mind of a Gamer. +1 INT, +1 DEX. Immune to all Psychological Affects. Able to analyze things in the same way a gamer could.

Game Character's Body (MAX LV) (Passive): You possess a body that lets you live like a Game Character in the real world.

So yes, Ryutaro was fairly set in his belief that somehow the world or, at the least, his personal reality had been game-ified. With that much established, he sighed to release some tension before finally looking up at where he was going. Despite his mutterings, no further windows had been opened, so he could only assume he was either missing the key phrases, or the so-called UI was extremely limited. Anyways, just a short distance away was Neo Tokyo U, his destination for the day and well frankly, many days to come.
It was a relatively uneventful day for the most part, after the shock of having his life game-ified of course. Classes at the university had been boring as usual, with him struggling to stay awake and pay attention. Honestly, he had been more interested in his professors at times than what they were actually saying. They held titles like, ‘Head of Psychology Department’, or, ‘5th Dan Kendoka’, and levels ranging from three to nine; it was pretty damn cool.

Practice at the gymnastics club had gone as usual, albeit his performance was far from ideal. Probably had something to do with the fact that the club’s leader was a level four, while Ryutaro himself was only one. He knew his upperclassman didn’t know of his ‘level’, but the first-year couldn’t help but get pumped up with such an easily accessible goal. ‘Become level five by the end of this month and surpass my captain.’ It was as good as any.
It was almost frightening how easily he had brushed aside the strangeness of this “ability” he had gained, and it took an entirely new occurrence to remind Ryutaro of how things had changed. He didn’t know how he had noticed it, but as he was walking to school the next day, his head jerked to the side as if compelled and his eyes spotted a yellow purse laying near a lamppost. He looked around, but people seemed to be passing it by without so much as a spare glance. A bit odd in his opinion, but with a shrug, he crouched down and picked the lost object up, giving it a small dust off.

He just as quickly nearly dropped it when a window sprung from it, although he managed to just tighten his grip instead.
System: Quest said Return the Lost Purse

You’ve discovered a lost purse. Do the right thing and try to return it to its rightful owner.
Completion Reward: 3 EXP, Reward from Owner?
Failure: Possibly Guilt, The Purse’s Contents

A quick glance told Ryutaro all he needed to know, and a small grin formed on his expression. He didn’t hesitate to hit the [Accept] button, causing the window to close itself. After all he wasn’t lacking in money, and to him, a beginner in this “game”, experience was far more valuable. Not to mention, it was the right thing to do.

Ryutaro did feel slightly bad for rummaging through the girl’s purse, but how else was he going to get a clue who it belonged to? He took note of the University ID inside along with the cellphone, before a plan formed in his mind. The library’s printers would be seeing some use today… and some of his money as well.
It was halfway through practice with the gymnastics club when Ryutaro’s cell phone finally rang. Excusing himself, but not without some teasing from the other members, he was just glad that this quest wasn’t going to drag itself out for days and weeks on end.
It was a quick meeting between the two of them. Ryutaro compared her to the student ID, and asked for a bit of information of the phone to confirm she was the owner, before handing her possessions over. A few formalities were exchanged between the two of them, a reward was offered, a reward was turned down, and both walked away with a smile. She because her possessions had been returned, and he because a bright blue window had appeared.
System: Quest Complete said Reward: 3 Exp

In the lecture halls with hundreds of others, Ryutaro was fighting the urge to simply slump on the desk and nap. His professor droned on about this and that, but the noise simply flitted in through one year and out the other. His eyes moved to the screen of his laptop, and he tapped the touch screen lazily, flicking his finger vertically to scroll through the web page. So unfocused, that when a window appeared, Ryutaro nearly fell from his chair. He didn’t quite do that, but as his face smacked into the table, he did catch his classmates’ attentions.

“Ow…” he muttered under his breath as he rubbed his forehead, before he looked up at the cause of all this.
System Quest said Others Like Me
Issued By: A Passing Thought

Sometimes in the world there exist multiples of the same thing. There could possibly be more of those with <The Gamer> above their heads, or in this case more of those who are <The Gamer>. Whether this is true or not is uncertain, but perhaps going to investigate could be very beneficial. Its not like there is much else to do at this point anyway.

Reward: 4 EXP, Possibly more information on <The Gamer>

Failure: Not finding out more about <The Gamer>

Just like last time, Ryutaro cracked a grin and didn’t hesitate to hit the [Accept] button. The window snapped closed and he was left to think, all the noises around tuned out. He was sure he hadn’t seen another <Gamer> in the two days, he would have definitely noticed something like that above an individual’s head. There had to be at least hundreds, if not thousands of people attending the university he had glanced at over the past two days. It was alm-

Before he could get too lost in his contemplations though, the refresh of the webpage he was on caught his attention. He blinked for a moment, unsure of what he was seeing, and even went so far as to refresh the page manually again, but nope it was still there. A thread on 2chan asking about <Gamers>, what were the chances? Actually pretty damn high if Ryutaro bothered to think about it. Nevertheless, he didn’t question his good fortune and quickly replied to the thread, including a throw-away email account with his post.

‘<Gamer>? Blue text above your head? Levels? [Game Character’s Body]? Email me if you want to discuss.’
Huh... well having Dan unconscious wasn't the best of ideas, but oh well. I'll wake him up, magically, tomorrow.
In You Are 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Pretty good to me.
In You Are 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Heh. My CS foiled your plans :D. Well along with music's.
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