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Academia Abyssus: Go (Not) to Hell, Do (Not) Collect 200 Souls

Wherever you live, I'm glad I don't go to school there.

An action-oriented, hack'n'slash-zombie, political, inspired-by-HotD epic roleplay?

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Era of Peace (Fantasy/School RP)

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Academia Abyssus: More Edgeyness and Despair than 13 Year Old Linkin Park Fans

The slow has already taken hold.

Pokemon: The Stuff of Legends

While Chau didn’t agree with Ana’s idea, there was no need for him to add his piece in when all the others already had. Simply shaking his head slowly to show he disagreed with her head-on strategy, he turned his attention back to the others in the meeting. Raising an eyebrow at Ser Zion’s suggestion, he cracked a small grin. There wasn’t even a need to ask Gengar what it felt at the suggestion, but despite its reluctance his companion would act as needed. “It won’t be a problem.” Seeing as it was the topic at hand, Gengar took the opportunity to writhe its way out of Chau’s shadow.

To anyone who had never seen the process, it likely would have been downright disturbing. He had leaned forward to speak so his shadow was cast at the back of the chair. From there it seemed to twist in on itself, moving as if alive before something began to crawl out. Black tendrils clung onto Gengar’s body as it wormed free of Chau’s shadow, clinging as if to drag it back within and it certainly looked like the Pokemon was struggling. With a snap though, the black binds released their hold and his shadow returned to normal. Gengar took a perch on the chair’s back as it gazed over those gathered in the chamber, much like its companion was doing so.

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Silence reigned after that short display, but it was quickly broken by the chamber’s doors being opened. “Good time, Donovan.” The eastern roads were a fair distance away, and given the man’s state, he had pushed himself to make good time to the meeting and that was enough for Chau. As Zokura spoke again, no doubt to bring the meeting to a close, Chau leaned back against his chair. It would seem that the comforting times were coming to an end. The fact that his two partners still didn’t quite get along was a bit of an annoyance that was added on. He could feel the pressure at his back as Gardevoir glared at his, and hers by extension, partner. It was enough to make Chau want to sigh.

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With the meeting finally called to an end, Chau stood up quickly from his seat and made his way over towards Sorren, holding up a hand to signal for Ana to wait for him. Addressing the younger operative, “Since Princess Zokura has given you the choice of a partner, I’ll leave it at that. Pick now if you want to take Gengar with you though. It can take a while to get used to its presence.” The Pokemon in question floated to Chau’s side, just slightly above his head. As usual, it was never really still, twisting, turning, and flipping mid-air while it glanced between Meloetta and Gardevoir, curiously and tauntingly. That was about the least distracting Gengar ever got whenever it wasn’t in a shadow.

A Crown of Bones

Welp, it's up.

A Crown of Bones

Oslo, Valeal
“What was that?!?” The man’s enraged roar drew the attention of his comrades in the barracks, but he was too strung up to notice. Instead he continued holding his glare, whipping his head around franticly. The other new recruits to the Paladin of the Roses narrowed their eyes as they too scanned the area, but seeing nothing they just shook their heads in disgust and turned to mind their own business. Whatever Fredrick’s problem was, it was starting to get annoying. For the whole damn week he’d been jumping at shadows, getting worked up over whispers nobody else even caught, and rumor was that he’d gone looney. The fact that he had supposedly reported a monstrosity roaming the streets of Oslo to the higher ups was not forgotten by his peers either. A creature clad in ruinous armor, shrouded in a cloak of shadows. As if something that obvious would have gone missed by the others in their Order, or unreported by the City Guard.

Adune chuckled to himself as he watched the entire scene play out from the barrack’s stone walls. Having abandoned his metal shell for the duration of the recruit’s torment, it had been startling easy to chip away at the man’s mind. As a Shade, there wasn’t anywhere in the Paladin’s compound he couldn’t reach. Oh, he couldn’t follow the man everywhere all the time, but he didn’t need to. Under the cover of night, he was all but invisible to tail his target during patrols. The barracks were no place of reprieve and rest either, he was the monster hiding under the bed and in the walls. With a smirk of satisfaction, he finally turned away from the scene and left the new recruit alone for good. The man was on the verge of snapping, and though Adune wasn’t above petty revenge, he did not wish to break anyone. Oh, it certainly didn’t help that he walked around in that imposing and weathered shell, but people like Fredrick needed to learn to stop sticking their heads where it didn’t belong. Even the City Guard had ignored his presence after a generous bribe was distributed to its members; a Shade like him didn’t need money for anything really. But no, the bastard had to report it to the higher ups and force Adune to abandon his inconspicuous shell lest more sightings and reports pushed the order into action.

Armed with the knowledge that that particular recruit likely wouldn’t be bothering him for his duration in Oslo, Adune took his leave. Another host of Paladins was supposed to be arriving in the city today, if the recruits talk had been correct, and the Shade figured he might as well check it out. There wasn’t much else to do in the compound either way. While he would have tried to spy on the higher ups of the organization, he wasn’t ready to push his luck that far yet. While he knew brute force and numbers could overwhelm mages, he didn’t want to find out if there was more to the Paladins than just that. So for the most part, he had stuck around the new meat whom he figured wouldn’t be privy to such secrets or be able to detect his presence.

The mid-day sun hung right overhead much to Adune’s annoyance. To anyone watching he’d be a great shadowy mist rushing out from one wall to seep into another; more than enough to raise an alarm. Nevertheless, after taking a moment to try his best and make sure nobody was around, he made his move. Dark tendrils flowed out from the spaces in between the stones before coalescing into a single, larger form. Yet before Adune fully gathered himself, he was already on the move again, surging forward towards the massive wall that separated the wealthy citizens from those that ruled over Oslo. Splattering upon impact, the shadowy wisps quickly seeped into the cracks and just like that, any trace of Adune was gone. Surging through the cracks in the wall, he made his way towards the gates within the wall, hoping he hadn’t missed the Paladin’s arrival.

Kado Village

Totally a guy

Hunter Attire

Name: Marcus Jone, also known, uninspiringly, as the Huntsman.
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Race: Human? Partially at the least, though his father wasn’t exactly clear on what his mother was. Given the hereditary power he has though, Marcus is inclined to believe her something of a fae or similar.

Appearance: A rather fair-faced individual, while he was still new to the village it wasn’t uncommon for him to be mistaken for a lady when his hair was down. Coupled with his rather light voice, it was quite a shocker to those mistaken. According to his father, he had inherited the natural beauty of her race, though the features were largely from his side. Anyways, he’s a bit on the shorter side at only five and a half feet tall, but very lithe.

Attire-wise, he does on occassion wear the loose clothes of his old home’s style. Generally though, he can be found in simple linen or cotton clothing that most inhabitants of Kado wear. On outings to the forest, he generally wears much the same, but the clothing is usually reinforced with leather to be more durable and he’ll usually have a travel cloak with him.

Occupation: Unsurprisingly, a hunter along with the nuances that come with the job; tracker, survivalist, and cook.

Skills: His age makes him one of the best hunters the village has, old enough to be experienced, but not so old that age has caught up with him. Archery came to him fairly easy enough, and ever since he could draw a bowstring, he’s learned to use a bow. It’s made him a good enough archery to best the others in the village on a good day, and pose a challenge on others.

In line with that, he’s a proficient tracker and knows the woods around the village fairly well. Between the various animals that inhabit it, he’s knowledgeable on the signs of their passing, where to find them, and how to shadow prey without revealing his presence.

And for the times he ventures out further than the village’s immediate surroundings, he knows how to keep himself alive. Setting up camp, foraging, the dangers that lurk in the seemingly calm forest, and navigating the sea of trees are all part of his range of skills.

He also knows how to take care of himself when in the village. The tasks of a household fall upon him given he lives alone, so that means he’s a decent enough housekeeper.

Powers: His powers are hereditary, at least according to his father. It’s a particularly odd ability that doesn’t always work, but its versatility is unparalleled, at least in the forests. Through song or music, he can coax aspects of nature into doing what he wants, speaking to it in a sense. Things such as growing arrows from a tree (just long pointy sticks really), or making the wind guide his shots true (because pointed sticks don’t tend to fly very well), small ‘tricks’ like that consist of his abilities for the most part. His power is a small one, meant to be used in tandem with other skills instead of simply being powerful on its own right. Some of his most powerful demonstrations would be convincing a tree to extend its roots upwards to ensnare a creature, and even that was quite taxing.

Inventory: He’s actually privileged enough to own a number of bows; three in total. One is a simple training bow that has a fairly low poundage; he practiced with it when he was younger just to learn archery. The second is the bow that sees the most use, a recurve bow of moderate size and draw strength. The last bow is a longbow that Marcus can only assume is to be used for war. It’s nearly as tall as he is, but would have been his father’s height and the poundage is several times that of his hunting bow. He nevertheless still practices with the longbow when he has the opportunity to. Though he can care for and maintain the three bows, any idea on how the bows are actually made is beyond him.

There is also a quiver of 50 or so steel-tipped arrows which further led Marcus to believe the pair, quiver and longbow, weren’t meant for simply hunting. The arrows are substantially heavier, with a much thicker shaft and longer fletching. There are also three distinct types of arrowheads, for which Marcus can only assume are meant to deal with different types of enemies.

He has a small band that he would wear, were it large enough to fit any of his fingers. Sadly, it seems made for someone far smaller than him, but as a gift from his ‘mother’ he keeps it with him on a necklace at all times. It appears to be made of gold and has a very small gem set into it.

History: Kado is a relatively obscure inhabitant, and one of the most recent. His family, though it was really only him and his father, arrived at the village just over twenty years ago. His father spoke little about themselves despite the villagers’ wishes to know where they had come from. He made it quite clear that they could accept another hunter to bring in more meat, or he and his son would move on elsewhere. Where to, nobody asked. It was an odd enough sight at first, when the pair wandered in with the child carrying far more than the father, but the child seemed content enough if the curious shine in his eyes was any indication, so nobody bothered to raise a fuss.

While he went to school with the other children of Kado village growing up, he spent just as much if not more at home. Where the others played around with one another, he spent the hours practicing with his training bow. His father left the village often and spent days in the forest as a minimum, so even if he wished to spend all his time with others his age it simply wasn’t possible. There was work to be done for the house and school, practice to go through, and skills to develop. Really, Marcus had always wanted to be a hunter like his father, nothing else even occurred to him.

And become a hunter he did after he finally finished the school system Kado had in place. With that responsibility done, he was free to accompany his father into the forest, even without his knowledge. That’s what Marcus thought at the least, but he was still a complete novice at that time. When his father did want him along, he took breaks to hunt along his path to let his son keep up. When he didn’t? Well he made for his destination without pause, leaving his son in the dust. Marcus might have been a bit spirited in his aspiration to follow his father’s footsteps, but the young boy wasn’t stupid. He knew his limits and where he could tread safely in the forest, where his father went at times were not.

It was about at this time that he discovered his powers and began experimenting with them. While initially he could rarely get it to work and the results were subpar, it was also a simpler ability. He merely had to speak his desired effect and sometimes it would happen. Something like, “To the left a bit,” would be whispered in hope and sometimes the wind would nudge the shot in his favor. He didn’t really understand it until he told his father and got an explanation, of sorts.

It was about shortyl after this time that Marcus’ father’s health began to deteriorate rapidly. Within weeks he was unfit to hold a bow, and a few months afterwards he moved like a man double his age. Yet despite it all he was at peace with himself and told Marcus to not worry, even if he explained nothing. It was impossible for him to simply sit at home and watch his father waste away slowly, the hero of his childhood reduced to such a state, so he turned elsewhere. For a time, the village was less of a home and more of just a rest spot. He spent most of his time in the forests, honing his skills when it was pointless to hunt or bringing down some game so he could barter for supplies. And when his father finally passed, leaving him with but a message, the opposite was true. People rarely saw him the week afterwards, but left him alone to his grief.

It’s been a few years since his father’s passing now. More or less getting over it, Marcus is now reputable as someone who can bring in almost anything from the surrounding forests. If it can be brought down with arrows, he’s probably capable of doing it. Reputation aside, there’s also a few strange rumors about the man. Some are about his appearance in general, others are about how he can vanish for weeks on end in the forest. He is clearly searching for something, but what is right up in the air.

Era of Peace (Fantasy/School RP)

Kuroneko said
I hate it when people express interest in an rp, promise a character soon and then just disappear without a trace.Well, no matter. We need more players!

Such is life.

Academia Abyssus: More Edgeyness and Despair than 13 Year Old Linkin Park Fans

Have your resident terminal illness patient, who wasn't really all that terminally ill until his illness decided he had a good enough run.



Name: Ren Mato
Age of Death: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: About five feet, ten inches or so? Doesn’t actually need the glasses, just wears them because a friend said it looked nice on him.

Personality:

• Apathetic - Spending just over a year cooped up in a hospital with the knowledge that you’re liable to croak at any time is not great for one’s outlook on life. Coupled with the fact that his illness crippled him to the point that he couldn’t do much physically, it became pretty hard for him to give a damn.
• Blunt - He’s never been the most cordial of people, even before he was hospitalized. If you don’t want to hear his opinion, and he sure isn’t going to soften it, don’t ask for it.
• Irritating - There’s just something about someone who knows he’s going to die, that gives said individual the ability to annoy people and push them away. Probably because he doesn’t care what they think about him, given he’d be dead in a few months at most.

For someone who was born with an untreatable illness, you wouldn’t have been able to tell that from a glance at Ren. He never was one to focus on his inevitable mortality until it reared its ugly head and smacked him right in the face. Then he turned into a bit of an antisocial dick, which was about for par as he wanted to push everyone away.

Before that though, even if he wasn’t exactly a happy go-lucky sort of individual he was at least sociable, though he’s always been rather direct. That made him a reliable person as sorts though, the one you could count on to give you the truth, even if it hurt. It wasn’t just when he spoke that Ren was straight forward. He put his best effort forward, and win or lose, kept on going, rarely dwelling on his failures for too long. And as forward as Ren was, he had to be pretty damn stubborn as well.

Biography: Ren wasn’t supposed to live a long and healthy life. It was quite the opposite instead; doctor’s guessed he would die young after having spent most of that time in the hospital. Life is twisted in its own way though, and by a miracle despite his supposedly crippling illness, Ren managed to live life relatively normally. Relatively. On occasions he had episodes that ended with him in the hospital for a few days, or even weeks when things got really bad, but that he even lived outside one was quite the surprise.

The episodes aside, Ren was rather healthy, even athletic throughout most of his life. Being the third child out of four, his siblings were all within a few years of him. Despite his supposed illness, it was hard to impress on the other three that their little/older brother really was sick and they shouldn’t push him given how he trounced them in most physical activities. It might have had something to do with them being all girls though, who knows. His parents always worried though, and the episodes as he grew up didn’t help in the slightest. Four children weren’t easy to support and both worked full-time, but as he grew older and the episodes became less frequent, the family as a whole breathed easier.

At school, he didn’t have much friends thanks to the fact that he would go missing for days at times. Other kids found that strange, and well strange is rarely good, so he was mostly avoided. The few that did try to get close were whittled down even further by Ren’s personality, blunt even back then. Still, physical activities, competition, and young kids just mixed and Ren managed to form some friendships that way. They would last.

All-in-all, his school life went fairly smoothly, enough so that he was even able to push his illness out of mind sometimes. He did well enough in-class, was always part of the school’s cross-country club, and had a few reliable friends and even those he could call ‘rivals’ in other schools. Things could be better, such as if he didn’t still have to deal with ‘episodes’ that ruined his pretty little picture of life, but at least he always got out of the hospital and trucked onwards.

And then, the reminder of why life sucks was dropped. It didn’t happen at once, though in hindsight Ren really wished it had. Something brutally quick that put him out of commission would have been infinitely better than the slow and drawn-out way it had happened.

It started with a particular bad episode that put him away for almost two weeks. When he got out, he wasn’t at tip-top shape, but nobody thought anything odd of it; he’d just spent two weeks in the hospital after all. Then the episodes started to come more frequently, and that’s when his family had to start considering that maybe Ren’s luck had run out. They had known his illness was incurable, and that fact was now staring them in the face. It took over a damn year before he finally succumbed. The last few months were the worst, after he was finally confined to the hospital, literally just waiting to die. One reason or another, his organs were just giving out and no one knew why. The doctors didn't know whether his exercise had kept them in tip-top condition to let him live this long, or if that strain had actually exacerbated the issue. That was about when he turned into a prick.

His funeral wasn’t anything grand, just a small gathering of family, friends and acquaintances. A few of his closer friends, the ones that hadn’t been off-put by his shift in personality attended, as well as a few people he knew from his time at sports meets. It might have been a bit callous, but everyone moved on. His friends got the message, why he’d turned into such a dick during his last few months even if it was far from the best way of getting it done. His family took it in mixed ways.

His siblings didn’t suffer nearly as bad as their parents did, and their father took it much better than their mother. It’d be a fragile hope that the illness wouldn’t claim him, but after the medals he had brought home and seeing how healthy he’d been, it almost broke her to have the illness take him from her just like that. His father on the other hand, had always been prepared for the worst, even if he had prayed otherwise. His siblings coped with it as best as they could, relying on each other more than ever, and eventually life moved on.