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  • Summertime Galez (Semi-Advance Anime Life Thread)

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    thanks guys. looking forward to it.


    With little idea of what else to say on the subject, she typed up a quick little thank-you and sent it out. With that done, she tossed the cheap flip-phone aside and stood up, tearing the plushies down from the shelf and falling backward onto her bed. There, she rolled around with them, giggling to herself all the while. She wouldn't have to make do with just replicas anymore. Come tomorrow, she'd be with the real ones once again, after a long year of lonely repetition.

  • Summertime Galez (Semi-Advance Anime Life Thread)

    AshcoForever wrote:

    ...it was time to go back, though nobody actually wanted to...


    ...save for Plutia, that is. Her morning began with her patiently awaiting her alarm to sound, fully awake and unable to return to sleep. When it finally went off, she gingerly pushed in the 'off' button, sitting up and leaving her bed to gather what she'd take with her. The bulk of what she selected were miscellaneous supplies for school itself. Otherwise, she stuffed in the three plush models of her friends, and was ready to leave. With a lavender-colored bag slung over her shoulder and a stuffed wolf in her opposite hand, she moved down the stairs and stepped out onto the sidewalk.


    On her way to the bus stop, several things occured to her. The first was that this was probably the first time in about a year that she'd woken up early for something. The second was that she still had plenty of time before the bus would arrive, at least forty minutes to be exact. The third was that she hadn't eaten anything that morning. The fourth was that she probably should. Still some distance from the curb where the bus would arrive, she turned on her slippered feet and began walking back to her home.


    Two Pop-Tarts later, and she had returned, still with twenty minutes to spare. Not being in the mood to just stand around and do nothing for so much time, she sat herself down by the post of the nearest 'STOP' sign for a rest. When she spotted a group of students approaching the curb, she waved slowly. "Mooooooorning," she greeted them.

  • Summertime Galez (Semi-Advance Anime Life Thread)

    "I feel juuuuuuust great," came her reply, with no hesitation at all. "I get to see you, and I get to see Evie, and I get to see Namie..." Plutia pointed to different spaces in the air as she slowly counted off the friends she'd be seeing again. "Oh, and I aaaalmost forgot," she interrupted herself with a blink of her droopy eyes. She fished through her bag for a moment, then drew from it one of the three most recent plush dolls she'd made.


    It was complete with fierce-yet-harmless hazel eyes, a broad felt smirk and the never-quite-neat brown hair that represented Raion. She held it out for him, insisting, "For you! I found a better way of making the hair, so I made three braaand new ones of all three of my bestest friends."

  • Summertime Galez (Semi-Advance Anime Life Thread)

    AshcoForever wrote:

    Bump 3:


    @ Knight Solaire


    {Ah, it is my turn, isn't it..?}


    Plutia gave a nervous chuckle at Evelyn's suggestion of helping her with some vague sort of 'stuff'. "I don't think I'd be that much help, Evie... You've seen my grades before. I'm not much better than you. Oh, maybe this can help!" She dug through her bag once again, this time drawing from it a green-haired doll of Evelyn. Rather than the fierce expression of the other, this one had crossed arms and a stubborn, almost angry looking expression, with puffed cheeks to boot. With it, Plutia also lifted out a tiny textbook. "It even comes with homework for Mini-Evie to not want to do! I was going to give her some really small pencils too, for her to draw tiny doodles, but then I realized I don't know how to make pencils. Maybe some other time."

  • Nazo Private Academy - Sign-up Thread

    {I couldn't find the version of the code everyone's using to make their forms all fancy, so I just used the format supplied by the original post. Sorry if my entries seem a bit shorter than those of other players. I don't always excel at being long-winded.}


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  • Nazo Private Academy - Roleplay Thread


    Dentris


    Nearby, another new student leaned against a wall, watching. Their simple, loose-fitting clothes flowed easily with the lightest breeze. "Room five is down that hall," he called over to her, pointing a thumb over his shoulder down a hallway. Sure enough, there was a sign there that listed rooms one through six as being in that direction. However, his assumption as to what room she was searching for was dead wrong.


    He was unaware, of course, and went on to say, "No need to thank me, of course. It's only natural for someone so extraordinary to help out someone lost on their first day..." As he spoke, he examined his nails in mock indifference, completely oblivious as to whether he'd even been heard in the first place.

  • Galaxy at war ( sign up thread)

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    Species: Heartless



    Leadership: N/A. The Heartless behave mostly as feral creatures, and only on a relatively small scale do intelligent enough subspecies appear to lead large groups. When coordinated by one of these smarter versions or trained by someone outside the species, they become a more formidable force, for obvious reasons.



    Homeworld: Originated from a group of Worlds that had, at one point, been famous as the few places where things such as magic could become real. These Worlds suddenly disappeared at some point, and it's believed that they were the first conquest of the Heartless. Beyond this, their origin is unclear.



    Lore: The Heartless are a massively populous and varied race of black creatures that are seen by religious folk as embodiments of everything from negative emotions to various sins. They lack civilization, but compensate in terms of sheer number and variety, not to mention unique powers that have only been described as magic, as they lack technology of any sort. They're said to feed off those defeated in conquest, but are never seen to 'eat' anything. It's assumed they do so in private, if at all.



    Vehicles: No vehicles have ever been developed, but some of the largest Heartless are able to travel through space, and in some cases carry smaller ones with them in absurd number. Almost all subspecies of Heartless have teleportation abilities, of varying range. Planets in close proximity to others with Heartless present may as well be considered lost. Long-distance space travel seems to be their one major roadblock, as they dominate close-range travel and combat, and can even hold their own against space-flying ships of organized fleets.



    Game of Origin: Kingdom Hearts (Series)



    Allied Races: None.



    Rival Races: They hunt everyone equally.



    Other: {I figured I may as well storm in here and fill the roles for tropes like, "generic warmonger" and "feral alien". How'd I do?}

  • Dark Souls: Far Age | Sci-Fi Dark Souls RP? | OPEN!

    {Sooooo, I've had this idea floating through my head ever since Bloodborne was released... Now that we have Dark Souls with guns, and it was amazing, what about we take it a step further? I kinda like the sound of, "Dark Souls with lasers".}



    That's right- The Age of Fire has been sustained and repeated for such a long time that technology had begun to advance again, and this fragile balance was somehow maintained for a grand length of time. Civilization could be rebuilt proper, and concepts like politics, medicine, and of course, weaponry, could develop nigh-unhindered as the First Flame was properly maintained by the coalition that arose from Firelink Shrine, first brought on by a powerful ashen warrior, then inherited by the Fire Keeper who served them, as well as many others who had come together in the warrior's service.


    As stable a boon as this 'Firelink Cooperative' became, it, too, could only last so long. It lived for many centuries, far longer than any kingdom ever had dared to reign over the soil of Lordran, but eventually died out as support waned, and people began to forget the Fire, and the Curse, in favor of their own lives, ignoring that of the world around them. As a result, New Lothric eventually crumbled under the combined weight of its citizens, as the unkindled Flame allowed the Darksigns to regain their influence, and one by one, humans began to hollow away once again.


    It is here, in the now-toppled New Lothric, that some Hollows realize their own state, and are stricken with purpose anew, to escape the Hollowing that has nearly consumed them, and find a way to rebuild what their lives were before. Some may seek out to reconstruct the kingdom entirely, and others may seek survival alone. A select few, however, may decide upon the ultimate task: To link the Flame once again, and ensure the Age of Fire can survive, and that humanity doesn't rot away just yet.


    The question remains, however- What will you do?


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    {Leave a reply if you're interested!}

  • A Kingdom Divided Cannot Stand (Sign Up)

    Name: Decimus Paenula


    Age: Thirty-Two Years


    Gender: Male


    Title: Emperor


    Appearance:

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    Governor of: Holstein


    Weapon specialty: Wields a signature greatsword titled, "Evasto", which he supposedly enlisted the help of an expert European smith to forge in order to replace his previous weapon, which he had broken in his conquest of what has now become Holstein. His white shield, which bears the crest of Holstein, supplements his up-front style in a fight, and symbolized his supposed will to protect his new nation.


    History: Was once a high general of the Holy Roman Army, and was ordered to take land in southern Europe for the Holy Roman Empire. Once he had a strong hold, however, he instead used his legion to form a militaristic nation of his own, which he modeled after his knowledge of both Rome and the castle cities he'd seen in Europe. He employed all the smiths of the regions he'd conquered, and put them to work forging the impressive-looking plate armors he had seen his enemies using. For himself, he commissioned a heavy greatsword to symbolize his own power as the new Emperor of Holstein, which he named Evasto. None of his new subjects were willing to oppose his rule, and so he easily redirected his focus into separating from Rome and preparing his new conquest into Europe.


    Kingdom of Origin: Holy Roman Empire


    Personality: From his first enlistment in the Holy Roman Army, Decimus has long believed in his own destiny to become Emperor of Rome, enough that he changed his name to something more ominous to signify his presence as someone not to be trifled with. As a ruler, he believes in simplicity in almost all matters. Reward the right, punish the wrong, and if one man be stronger than the next then so be it. He tends to care little of that which he cannot understand, and tends to delegate quite a bit to a group of advisers under him. In fact, even as Emperor, his work is almost the same as when he was a General, as his advisers are responsible for just about everything that doesn't have to do with law enforcement and military.


    Faction: Holstein


    Banner: Was suggested to Decimus as a nettle leaf, but he saw it as a shield and accepted that depiction instead.

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    Other: Sort of based off Caesar's rise to power.

  • It's a Wild Wasteland (Fallout: New Vegas RP|Sign ups)

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    Name: Annabeth Lee-Clement



    Gender: Female



    Age: Twenty years



    Written Appearance: Having been sheltered in the Vault for most of her life, Annabeth has retained her features of youth, free of the scars and sunlight of the Wastes. With the proper tools to cut it being taken by Fiends to create weapons, her hair has grown notably longer within a short time, often needing to be brushed away from her face or pulled back behind her. She herself isn't excessively tall, but is still small enough that Vault 3's security uniform, having been fitted for people much larger than her, fits extremely poorly.



    History: Was part of the Vault 3 community when they began sending parties out to find parts to fix the water pipes, and was a member of one such expedition. Upon her return from one of her lone runs, the local Fiends had taken control of the Vault. Thankfully, a great number of the Fiends had been lost during the takeover, and they decided to keep her around rather than shoot on sight, seeing as they needed not only to rebuild their numbers, but also to ensure the machines in the Vault would keep working.



    Faction: Vault 3 Survivor/Fiend



    Rank: Life Support Technician, Pest Control Chief



    Weapons: Nearly unarmed, save for a glaive made from fixing a knife to a broken-up gun stock with duct tape. More of a toy than a weapon, really.



    Armor: A surplus Vault 3 security uniform, with the yellow and black colors long since bleached out, leaving only gray to contrast the blue.



    Other: greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

  • It's a Wild Wasteland (Fallout: New Vegas RP thread)

    And that should do it.


    Annabeth slid the panel closed, replacing the rivets she'd had to cut out with a fresh set of bolts. Down she came from the vent, landing square on the floor and dusting off her uniform. The one Fiend who'd been assigned to help her held out the defective 'reverse pulse cleaner' they'd just removed, and she took it with little a word, looking over it in depth. Thankfully, the Vault had been equipped with several of the revolutionary modules, but this was their second-to-last, the proper last of which she had just installed herself. Yes, they were a step up from the standard when the Vaults were created, but it was far too easy to degrade them if they were installed incorrectly, for instance, by someone who had only learned to work them in the past year. Her job sucked.


    There remained the issue of the ventilation. Without a functioning pulse cleaner, reverse or otherwise, there was no way the ventilation would function properly. Anyone in the Vault would soon have respiration issues, then would come the 'air sickness', as some called it, then the total purging of essential gases in lower levels, then the structural complications if they all lasted long enough. That is, assuming they didn't migrate back onto the surface. She'd have to take it up with Motor-Runner, but she knew just as well as anyone else that he was far too proud of his victory there to give up his personal fortress. Annabeth considered the idea of trying to fix the cleaner she held in her hands, but quickly denied the possibility. The thing wasn't just weathered- It was downright fried. They'd have to get a brand new one before their last broke down, which meant they'd have a few months at most. Technically, they were supposed to last years individually, but the air contamination from opening the Vault had caused some pretty bad corrosion of the... well, everything.


    With the device held between her teeth, she folded up the ladder she'd been using, gesturing for the helping Fiend to grab her toolbox. Somehow, she'd have to convince Motor-Runner to send a few teams to other Vaults in search of a pulse cleaner of some sort. It didn't help matters that only a select few Vaults were ever equipped with such tech. It was a bit more common in the military, but judging by the stories of other Fiends, almost every military location in the Mojave had some sort of security tech still active. There was no way they'd be able to get near that, let alone take parts...