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Beacon Academy / Crème de la Crème [CLOSED]
« on: May 24, 2018, 12:11:36 PM »
It was a warm, sunny Sunday morning in Vale. For some it would seem like the perfect day for scarfing down a bowl of ice cream, going out for a swim, or spending the entire day locked inside your freezer. For others, the perfect day to train.

Already for a good twenty minutes one could have heard grunting and panting from one of Beacon's many training halls. If you were to peek inside, you'd see a muscualr young boy, his dripping blonde hair pushed back to not get in his eyes. The boy had ditches his usual coat, but even so his shirt was drenched in sweat.

He was holding his sword low, letting out heavy breaths. At the tip of his sword laid a set of weights, chained to the blade, bringing its total weight up to nearly 10kg. This made the sword horrendously hard to wield, as it was heavy and unbalanced, yet there was a purpose to Coconut's training this morning. Back during initiation, he had watched his teammates kill a Beringel, a Deathstalker, a Queen Lancer - creatures which Coconut could hardly harm. When it came to dealing with the larger, tougher grimm, it seemed that all he could do was to launch himself against them and hope for the best. Well, that would have to change, and it would do so the only way Cream could come up with.

He'd have to get stronger and get a bigger fuckin' sword.

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The Vale Region / Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« on: May 10, 2018, 01:05:47 PM »
It was a cold, windy night in the City of Vale. Few people could be seen hurrying through the streets, most of them either on their way home from work or simply wandering with nothing better to do. The night was quiet and the streets were dark, lit up only by the street lights and occasional shop which remained open at this hour.

A sleek, black sedan had parked in front of a dimly lit storefront - an agreed upon meeting point for a particular team of students. A man was standing by the car, leaning against the hood with a lit cigarette in his mouth, his face partially illuminated by the embers. When the team arrives, he unlocks the car and gets in without a word. Only when they climb in themselves does he lock the doors and turn to them, revealing a well-tanned, handsome man in his thirties. His maroon hair is slicked back and tied into a bun on the back of his head, and his eyes are covered by sunglasses which give him a somewhat intimidating appearance, further accentuated by the black suit and tie.

The man raises the glasses up, however, revealing a pair of pale yellow eyes which scan the group with an intense gaze. "Hm. Doesn't seem like I've picked up anyone I shouldn't have. Name's Mordred Royale," he introduces himself, giving a twi-finger salute to the group before starting the car and driving onto the road.

"Ride's not long, so don't feel the need to strap in. Silica's probably given you the rundown already, but I'll go over it for ya once more just in case. We're heading to an underground club, which we suspect is being run using our company's money. We're mostly going in just to scope things out, but, as it goes, our only chance at getting in was by putting forth a fighter,"  he points his head towards Akel, "and taking part in their fight club deal."

"Since they'd probably recognize me as a Royale if I talked to them or got rid of my disguise, we also needed someone to play manager," he points to Rachel. "Someone who could talk our way in. Don't know how they check people before letting them in, but so long as you tell them that 'Gram' sent you, it should be fine. Meanwhile Prism, you'll be acting as our entourage until you get the chance to split off. Once you do, you'll need to get into the back somehow and find out anything and everything you can about the organization, and most importantly - who's funneling funds into it. There's a camera in the glove compartment if you think you'll need it."

The car slows down as it closes in on a shoddy looking building on the edge of town, a large, burly man in a tank top standing by the entrance. Mordred turns to the group once more. "If you lot need to get acquainted with one another, do it now. Doubt you'll get the chance later," he says before lowering his sunglasses. Then, after a short pause, he asks: "Oh, and you two are from Beacon, right? Do you happen to know a kid named Reginald? He's my nephew."

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The Vale Region / Royal Guard [CLOSED]
« on: April 28, 2018, 05:52:20 AM »
Silica was yet again standing next to a landing platform, dressed in her business attire, holding in her hands a scroll with a list of students' names on it. This time, however, it wasn't Marvin who needed protection - it was Ms. Royale. Silica wasn't in the best mood - Beige had messaged her just this morning saying that she wouldn't be going to Beacon as she had to prepare for her opening speech at signal. With how concerned Marvin was with Beige's safety, her being there without any guards was upsetting, but the fact that she wouldn't be coming to Beacon had one single positive aspect - Silica could finally leave Beacon for a while. Thank god for that.

She looked over the list of students on her scroll one final time. Lyssa Andromiko, fourth year. Jima Purpora, third year. Amane Petrichor, first year. All three had shown to be quite capable as huntresses. After interviewing several applicants, Silica had contacted the Royales and decided on these girls together - Purpora for her observation skills and semblance; Amane for her ranged capability and adaptability; Lyssa for... Well. Beige seemed keen on meeting the girl after Silica had described her to the woman. She couldn't exactly figure out why, but, hey, they're going to Beige's bodyguards, not Silica's.

She pocketed her scroll and looked towards the school grounds. The students should arrive any minute - as should the airship which will be taking them to Signal.

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Beacon Academy / Eye Of The Observer [CLOSED]
« on: April 07, 2018, 03:13:50 AM »
170. C cup. Tights.
186. D cup. Bare legs.
178. D cup. Motherfuckin' thigh-high socks reaching up to just below the skirt; if you looked close enough, you could even spot the socks pushing the thighs in. The effect was barely noticeable, but powerful.
Cream had died and gone to heaven.

During his last year at Signal, he had picked up a hobby - hanging around courtyards and sort of just... Looking. Appreciating, if you will. But Beacon was something else entirely. Cream wanted to shake the hand of whoever designed the uniforms - what a legend that man must have been to give the girls skirts that short..!

Of course, the boy didn't have his uniform yet. Hell, he didn't have a team yet but he already knew he'd enjoy his time here. He was currently wandering around the school grounds, dressed in his usual attire with a white ribbon tied in a nice bow on the right side of his hair, ogling every girl to walk by him. The other first years with their juvenile excitement and hopes for the future, the generally more collected second years... And the seniors. Holy hell, it was like Cream's brain shut off momentarily whenevr a group of them moved past - he had to scurry along to get a good look at them, of course, earning him the occasional disturbed glance or angered glare.

He huffed a breath, placing his palms together beneath his nose. He had to get himself together. He was sure that Beacon was also pretty strict with its rules - and it wouldn't be the first time if he got himself into trouble for staring at girls like this. But - whoa, look at that one's hair!

That was another thing that was different. Sure, you saw the occasional wacky hair style here and there at Signal, but the students at Beacon were even more intense. Coconut loved it. The girl which he had nearly missed walking past him had the longest hair he had seen... ever! Even tied up in a ponytail it reached all the way down to her back. With how much muscle she had, Coconut safely assumed that she was a senior. He had to get a better look. It was going to be the last one for the day, he promised himself with a lopsided grin.

Trying to be as discreet as he could be - which is to say, not at all - he picked up a light jog and ran past the girl. Once about a dozen meters away, he stopped, placed a hand on his hip and wiped his brow as if he had been exercising for a while now. Hell - depending on how you define exersize, he had been doing just that.

He then turned around to see just how cute the girl was... And found himself looking at a boy. A guy. A man. A dude. A bro. A male specimen of the human species.

He felt his heart sink to the bottom of his feet and dropped to his hands and knees on the spot.

"It's not... fair." He uttered, looking down at the ground.

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Approved Characters / Coconut Cream
« on: April 05, 2018, 01:01:01 PM »
CHARACTER

Name: Coconut Cream

Theme: Reol - + ♂

Age: 17

Species and Gender: Male Human

Symbol:  A cream-colored Mars symbol with a hot pink plus shifted to the left of it.

Occupation: 1st year student at Beacon academy

Appearance: Coconut stands at 176 cm and weighs 75 kg, with a decently muscular build. His pale blonde hair is on the longer side for a boy, reaching to the base of his neck in the back; if left unstyled, it could easily reach down below his nose at the front, but Cream spends more time than he'd like to admit every morning to keep it in a sort of 'messy bedhead' style – the effect is pleasant, though clearly artificial.

The boy himself is by no general means unattractive, with well-defined cheekbones, deep blue eyes and slightly thin, slanted eyebrows. Cream is close-sighted and forced to wear dark-framed glasses.

Coconut can most often be seen wearing a white, short-sleeve coat which reaches down to his knees. He tends to leave the coat unbuttoned, revealing a cream-colored button-up shirt underneath. He wears white lace-up shoes, and his pants are usually the only article of clothing he has different pairs of, ranging from blue jeans to beige suit pants. He keeps his sword in a scabbard on his hip.

The bulk of Cream’s wardrobe consists of various accessories. He usually has something in his hair – a hair clip, a ribbon, a small jewel, etc. – and can often be seen wearing numerous bracelets.
His right arm bears a straight scar running up from the elbow, another similar scar above his right ankle.

History: Cream was not born into a family of warriors, businessmen or entrepeneurs. Instead, he was born into  a family of artists - his father a writer, his mother the latest entry in a long line of painters and his older sister a musical prodigy. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was expected to join his family as a creator of art and live the good life.

That was until he went to one of his sister's piano recitals when he was 12. He spent the entire evening bored out of his mind until his father ran into an acquaintance on their way out. The man was tall, muscular, with a thich head of hair and impeccable posture. He was impressive to look at and simply oozed confidence. When the boy later asked who the man was, his father told him that he was a huntsman.

From that day onward, the boy knew what he wanted to be: he wanted to be big, tough and menacing - a huntsman! Despite protests from his family, he began training every day on his own. Eventually his father caved in and let the huntsman he had met that day help tyutor him. The man's name was Ether and, as it turned out, he was actually retired. That didn't mean he had forgotten his own training, though - Cream became a formiddable swordsman uder his guidance.

The boy attended Signal and finished with high marks in most subjects, though he clearly hadn't mastered his aura or mechanics of any kind. He was still accepted into Beacon, where he continues to focus more on physical training than anything else. Only time will tell if it will be enough.


Personality: Cream is a person completely lacking inhibitions which tend to be oh-so-necessary for a teenage boy to survive. He quickly becomes attracted to members of the opposite sex and doesn’t hide it on any level. Despite his good looks, he often appears creepy and even depraved to most.

Coconut is an overwhelmingly outgoing person. He expresses his own thoughts as much as he inquires about those of the people around him. That being said, he has zero understanding of social norms and often acts all too familiar with people he’s only just met.

He can also be somewhat spiteful to those who wrong him or anyone he likes - and he likes most of the people he meets. Cream might initially seem superficial and focused on looks above all else, but he is also capable of being good friends with anyone he deems fun to be around - a pretty face just helps.

Aura and Semblance: Cream's aura is, unsurprisingly, coconut cream and is of just slightly above average strength for a huntsman in training at his age. Coconut is hardly a master of his own aura, and has little practice in utilizing it.

His semblence, which happens to be hereditary, is rather lackluster in its power and potential - Cream possesses the ability to 'steal' color from his surroundings in a 1 meter radius around any part of his body. In actuality, he covers a surface in a thin layer of his aura, essentially painting it with it, while also 'sucking up' the colors previously there, which he can then reuse as he wishes.

As he doesn't bother practicing with his ability, he can store only roughly 1^m of color, though he can technically paint in the color of his own aura infinitely, though he'd start to feel exhausted after roughly 10^m. He can choose from any color he has sucked up and store it for an indefinite amount of time. When he sucks up more color than he can store, a random color already stored starts to be discarded and replaced.

Combat Behavior:  Due to his poor vision, Cream stays away from ranged combat. His fighting style is notably aggressive, with little room for actively dodging or blocking his opponent’s attacks, instead preferring to concentrate on dealing damage. His attacks aren’t always precise, but over years of practice he’s learned to quickly recover from a miss with a follow-up strike.

If facing another swordsman or, at the very least, someone wielding a weapon similar enough to a sword, he does quite well when it comes to parrying.

Against a physically stronger opponent or multiple attackers, most of Cream’s usual strategies fall apart. At that point he’d either look for support or opt for quick consecutive strikes, then retreating. If facing multiple ranged opponents, Cream would instead opt for running as fast as possible in the opposite direction.

WEAPON

Name: O.T.N.

Primary Form: A stainless steel short sword with a silver cross guard, the blade being 50 cm long. The pommel of the weapon seems to be split in half, the bottom half of it being twistable.

Secondary Form: Upon twisting the bottom part of the pommel, two more previously folded steel blades spring forth from the cross guard and slide into place at the tip of the sword. Once the blades connect at the tip, the length of the sword reaches 1 meter, slightly shorter than the average long sword.

History: Cream constructed the weapon when he was at Signal academy. The scars on his arm and leg are from messing around with the mechanisms inside and having the spring-loaded blades slice into him.

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WiP Characters / Coconut Cream
« on: April 05, 2018, 11:25:13 AM »
CHARACTER

Name: Coconut Cream

Theme: Reol - + ♂

Age: 17

Species and Gender: Male Human

Symbol:  A cream-colored Mars symbol with a hot pink plus shifted to the left of it.

Occupation: 1st year student at Beacon academy

Appearance: Coconut stands at 176 cm and weighs 75 kg, with a decently muscular build. His pale blonde hair is on the longer side for a boy, reaching to the base of his neck in the back; if left unstyled, it could easily reach down below his nose at the front, but Cream spends more time than he'd like to admit every morning to keep it in a sort of 'messy bedhead' style – the effect is pleasant, though clearly artificial.

The boy himself is by no general means unattractive, with well-defined cheekbones, deep blue eyes and slightly thin, slanted eyebrows. Cream is close-sighted and forced to wear dark-framed glasses.

Coconut can most often be seen wearing a white, short-sleeve coat which reaches down to his knees. He tends to leave the coat unbuttoned, revealing a cream-colored button-up shirt underneath. He wears white lace-up shoes, and his pants are usually the only article of clothing he has different pairs of, ranging from blue jeans to beige suit pants. He keeps his sword in a scabbard on his hip.

The bulk of Cream’s wardrobe consists of various accessories. He usually has something in his hair – a hair clip, a ribbon, a small jewel, etc. – and can often be seen wearing numerous bracelets.
His right arm bears a straight scar running up from the elbow, another similar scar above his right ankle.

History: Cream was not born into a family of warriors, businessmen or entrepeneurs. Instead, he was born into  a family of artists - his father a writer, his mother the latest entry in a long line of painters and his older sister a musical prodigy. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was expected to join his family as a creator of art and live the good life.

That was until he went to one of his sister's piano recitals when he was 12. He spent the entire evening bored out of his mind until his father ran into an acquaintance on their way out. The man was tall, muscular, with a thich head of hair and impeccable posture. He was impressive to look at and simply oozed confidence. When the boy later asked who the man was, his father told him that he was a huntsman.

From that day onward, the boy knew what he wanted to be: he wanted to be big, tough and menacing - a huntsman! Despite protests from his family, he began training every day on his own. Eventually his father caved in and let the huntsman he had met that day help tyutor him. The man's name was Ether and, as it turned out, he was actually retired. That didn't mean he had forgotten his own training, though - Cream became a formiddable swordsman uder his guidance.

The boy attended Signal and finished with high marks in most subjects, though he clearly hadn't mastered his aura or mechanics of any kind. He was still accepted into Beacon, where he continues to focus more on physical training than anything else. Only time will tell if it will be enough.


Personality: Cream is a person completely lacking inhibitions which tend to be oh-so-necessary for a teenage boy to survive. He quickly becomes attracted to members of the opposite sex and doesn’t hide it on any level. Despite his good looks, he often appears creepy and even depraved to most.

Coconut is an overwhelmingly outgoing person. He expresses his own thoughts as much as he inquires about those of the people around him. That being said, he has zero understanding of social norms and often acts all too familiar with people he’s only just met.

He can also be somewhat spiteful to those who wrong him or anyone he likes - and he likes most of the people he meets. Cream might initially seem superficial and focused on looks above all else, but he is also capable of being good friends with anyone he deems fun to be around - a pretty face just helps.

Aura and Semblance: Cream's aura is, unsurprisingly, coconut cream and is of just slightly above average strength. Coconut is hardly a master of his own aura, and has little practice in utilizing it.

His semblence, which happens to be hereditary, is rather lackluster in its power and potential - Cream possesses the ability to 'steal' color from his surroundings in a 1 meter radius around any part of his body. In actuality, he covers a surface in a thin layer of his aura, essentially painting it with it, while also 'sucking up' the colors previously there, which he can then reuse as he wishes.

As he doesn't bother practicing with his ability, he can store only roughly 1^m of color, though he can technically paint in the color of his own aura infinitely, though he'd start to feel exhausted after roughly 10^m. He can choose from any color he has sucked up and store it for an indefinite amount of time. When he sucks up more color than he can store, a random color already stored starts to be discarded and replaced.

Combat Behavior:  Due to his poor vision, Cream stays away from ranged combat. His fighting style is notably aggressive, with little room for actively dodging or blocking his opponent’s attacks, instead preferring to concentrate on dealing damage. His attacks aren’t always precise, but over years of practice he’s learned to quickly recover from a miss with a follow-up strike.

If facing another swordsman or, at the very least, someone wielding a weapon similar enough to a sword, he does quite well when it comes to parrying.

Against a physically stronger opponent or multiple attackers, most of Cream’s usual strategies fall apart. At that point he’d either look for support or opt for quick consecutive strikes, then retreating. If facing multiple ranged opponents, Cream would instead opt for running as fast as possible in the opposite direction.

WEAPON

Name: O.T.N.

Primary Form: A stainless steel short sword with a silver cross guard, the blade being 50 cm long. The pommel of the weapon seems to be split in half, the bottom half of it being twistable.

Secondary Form: Upon twisting the bottom part of the pommel, two more previously folded steel blades spring forth from the cross guard and slide into place at the tip of the sword. Once the blades connect at the tip, the length of the sword reaches 1 meter, slightly shorter than the average long sword.

History: Cream constructed the weapon when he was at Signal academy. The scars on his arm and leg are from messing around with the mechanisms inside and having the spring-loaded blades slice into him.



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Plot Zone / Royal Guard (SIGN-UPS)
« on: February 05, 2018, 12:54:09 PM »
PART 1 OF THE ROYALE ARC HERE: Casino Royale




"I'm just worried, darling."
"I can handle myself just fine, Marvin."
"I know you can, but these people are completely unpredictable. We don't know their motives, we don't know their capabilities, and we don't even know who they are."
"That's never been a problem for us before, has it?"
"Alright, listen - I know you're confident. I want to be confident in you as well. But could you please get some more protection for the event? For me?"
"You're really pulling the 'for me' card, dear?"
"I might be, Beige."
"Hah! Oh, fine... Do you think you could pull some strings at Beacon again?



There's yet another poster on the anouncement board, bearing once more the Royale family crest. Just like last time, it appears to be a job offering for any and all willing students - to act as guards to Beige Royale during a guest speaking at Signal. Unlike last time, however, the poster does warn of potential danger - if Beige were to be attacked, the students would have to be ready to fight. One might recall reports from the last time the Royales hired students - the students fought several armed guards, gravely injuring several, some of said guards winding up dead. If one followed the news, they might have second thoughts about helping the Royales.

But it's just an escort job. How tough could it be?"



1.
2.
(3.)

This is a combat mission for two-to-three students of any year! Like it says on the tin, you'll be guarding Beige Royale, an ex-huntress and succesful business investor, during a guest speaking she's doing at Signal Academy. Things won't go that perfectly.

I'll be picking out characters which suit the thread the best - though I won't be accepting characters from people who took part in the first thread to make things more interesting. I'm planning around there being two characters, but if a third one also fits really well, I'll go with three!

Sing-ups close... Eventually.

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I actually did it, the absolute madman.

So, like it says in the topic - if your character wound up on the internet and found copious amounts of adult material on themselves, whatever that might entail, how would they feel and react?

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The Vale Region / Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: July 11, 2017, 08:33:27 AM »
Today was going to be an exciting day both for Silica and the group of kids that were about to arrive any moment now. The assistant, dressed in her formal business attire, something she hadn't done since she had been left at Beacon, was standing in the courtyard, holding a scroll in one hand and looking out towards the city of Vale. She couldn't see the airship yet, but it would have to show up any time now.

The woman looked over the information on her scroll. Four first years, two boys and two girls. She had briefly interviewed each of them during the week and gathered at least some information to send over to her boss, and all four seemed like decent enough kids. All of them seemed to do fine when it came to studying, though she noted that Aulara was a bit rough around the edges with that - all of them could learn a lot from Marvin during this mission. She had also noted certain difficulty with finding out more about Vogel, especially his past, but after contacting Marvin, had decided not to press further. According to everything she had found out, Aurelius, Vogel and Tulimanu could all be trusted to be obedient and learn a thing or two, and at the end of the day, she trusted Marvin to handle someone like Alaura as well.

With only twenty minutes left before the airship would arrive, Silica could see a glimpse of it in the distance. Smiling to herself, the assistant turned to face the school, awaiting the kids. Even if Marvin hadn't entrusted her with too much information on what he has planned for today, she was still certain it was going to be exciting for all of them.

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Plot Zone / Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: July 07, 2017, 01:36:25 PM »
As you pass through the halls at Beacon, a small poster on the announcement board catches your attention. Printed on paper bearing the Royale family crest, it offers a job to any interested students, no matter their year, as personal body guards to Marvin Royale for a day. Apparently, a week from now Royale will be visiting some business associates, and has offered some students the chance to tag along both to receive advice from a former huntsman and to earn some spending cash while getting to see business done firsthand.  Those interested should contact Silica Methiviola, assistant to the Royale family, currently residing at Beacon.



The idea for the thread is simply bodyguard duty and a dull business deal gone awry - Marvin has found out that his partners are taking part in some shady deals, specifically that they've been running an illegal gambling and extortion gig at their establishment. Characters may need to adapt to the situation and take up responsibilities on their own along the way according to what Marvin instructs them to do, but fighting should generally be expected - nothing a student shouldn't be able to handle, though. Room for 4 people for this first thread, and I know Rougar was interested, but I'll pick out the folks that really seem to fit from those who apply. This thread will likely be a part of an arc centered around the Royale family, though how connected this thread will be to the whole thing is still questionable.



Alright, sign ups are closed! I looked over all the sheets and picked three folks out, then let a random number generator pick the last person, and the final list of participants is going to be
  • Rory A. Vogel
  • Aoife Aulara
  • Mae Tulimanu
  • Dorian Aurelius

Sorry to the folks I ended up not picking, but I do have more threads planned and will try to bring as many different people/characters as possible. Thread will be up in a day or two, and I'll message the participants once it is!

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Teams / 2nd year Beacon team [1/4]
« on: April 25, 2017, 05:36:05 AM »
Razzy McSnazzy here is in need of a team!

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Beacon Academy / Rustled Feathers [4/4 FULL]
« on: April 17, 2017, 01:13:29 PM »
Training Room, Beacon, 7 AM.

Reginald stands in the entrance to the room, yawning. His hair is a slight mess this morning, and there are bags under the walking penis's eyes. For months now he's had to not be a total dick to every person he's met. It's been somewhat draining and he still slips up plenty of times. Today, Silica's said he'll finally learn some kind of lesson. A lesson in humility.

Just as the asshole was prepared to turn around and leave, seeing that his assistant wasn't present, a heeled kick-shove from behind made him stumble forward and fall face-first onto the floor.

"Gah! How dare you-" He begun, trying to get back up on his feet while tripping over his cape in his current groggy state.

"Shut up and listen up, you fuckin' pansy. Today you're gonna learn how to be less of a little bitch. To do this, you're gonna fight. And not with your stupid ass gun. It's either gonna be with your daggers or with your fists. You'll probably get your ass handed to you either way, so buckle the fuck up." As Silica said all this, she moved into the room, taking a seat on a nearby bench, crossing one leg over the other.

Reggie finally made it up on his two legs, blinking slowly. "...What?"

"You'll be challenging whoever comes through that door next to a fight, whether you want to our not. And lose the damn cape already. With that, the woman produced a magazine, seemingly no longer paying the slightest bit of attention to her 'master'. Meanwhile the disowned brat simply stared at the entrance, swallowing the saliva which had started to collect at the back of his throat. This was not going to be fun, was it?

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Approved Characters / Silica Methiviola
« on: December 07, 2016, 09:50:50 AM »
CHARACTER

Name: Silica Methiviola

Theme:Fall Out Boy - Uma Thurman

Age: 29

Species and Gender: Female Human

Symbol:  None

Occupation: Servant to the Royale family. Reginald Royale's resentful assistant.

Appearance: Silica is, most of the time, a rather average looking woman most often seen in business attire. Her common outfit consists of a pencil skirt, blouse, cardigan and high-heeled shoes at work, and her white hair is done up in a high ponytail reaching back down to her shoulders.

When she gets to have some time off, however, she often lets her hair out, turning it a shade of violet, and dresses much more casually. This often involves cropped tank tops, short shorts, occasionally jeans or leggings and running shoes.

Though she isn't exactly a combatant, she has a bit of experience, and thus has a set of combat attire as well. This consists of a pair of blue jeans, a tank top, boots and fingerless elbow gloves. Her hair is usually made orange and made into a compact bun on her head.

History: Silica was the child of a small business owner in Atlas and her husband, a soldier in the Atlesian military. Her father was a war veteran, and didn't want their daughter to have anything to do with the army and fighting, so he let her mother decide on raising her for the most part. As a result, she studied plenty of arithmetic, physics, history and natural sciences, making her pretty knowledgeable and well-versed in the matters of the world.

When she was 17, her mother had her travel the world to see it for all its glory and shame. The trip was going smoothly and without much to note about it, with her visiting Vale and, briefly, Vacuo. Her visit of Mistral, however, was different. She had already met many of her mother's business partners during her travels, and thus far they had all been rather dull people. The man she met there was different, and his name was Marvin Royale.

She immediately felt a liking towards him, and he convinced her to ditch her entourage for a night, disguising herself with her semblance. Marvin showed her around the less tourist-friendly parts of Mistral. She was quite taken aback by all of this, having lived a relatively sheltered life. Every moment she spent there, she was scared. Things seemed to be getting worse when Marvin Royale met up with a group of obvious thugs and mercenaries. What followed was something she would never forget.

Marvin shook their leaders' hand and conversed with them with ease, both sides showing respect for the other. The leader, a wolf faunus, happily informed Sir Royale that his family in Menagerie was doing well thanks to the investment Marvin had made in his little 'start up'. Apparently, they had started protecting border villages from threats, including other mercenaries for little compensation. Still, their services had gotten popular enough that they couldn't complain about income in the slightest.

Silica learned that day not to judge a book by its cover, her respect and liking for Marvin growing even larger. She eventually had to leave, but during her short visit of Menagerie, she met with the family of the merc leader, who welcomed her warmly.

When she returned to Atlas, she told her mother she had figured out what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to help make it better through the means of politics and business. And to do so, she contacted Sir Royale and asked for a position when she was 18. He accepted her, and soon she became his family's personal assistant.

She made good friends with both him and his wife, though she felt a tingle of envy towards her. She was never too good with their son, Reginald, though, and matters were made worse when she had to become his own personal assistant. And now, she's been told to stay at Beacon and monitor the little brat's progress. Still, she keeps going, but only out of respect for his father.

Personality: Silica was raised a proper lady from a young age, so when it comes to official situations and her work alongside Sir Royale, she tends to be very attentive and professional. During her time working with Reginald, however, she is much less so.

She will act nicely to people she has respect for, but still tends the act aloof when off-duty. She can come off as easily irritable when dealing with people she dislikes, though, but she rarely holds grudges.

When faced with combat, her main concern is most often getting out alive and well. She can even go as far as to make deals with her opponents, act sleazy or mask herself with her semblance.

She sometimes uses her semblance to hide from people and spend some time alone. She quite enjoys walks in the fresh air.

Aura and Semblance: Silica's aura color shifts between three colors - white, purple and orange - depending on her mood (Content, sad/bored, happy/angry).

Her semblance allows her to change the appearance of her face and make minor changes to the appearance of her build. She can rather convincingly emulate any face she's seen, or create new ones on the fly. It doesn't take too much out of her, and she can keep a new face up for several hours. Doing something as simple as changing the color of her hair takes almost nothing out of her, and she can keep this up for days, though she can't do it in her sleep and reverts to her normal appearance when resting.

Combat Behavior: She is not a combatant, but when she gets into a fight she generally keeps her distance and sticks to conventional methods of combat, such as using firearms or doing simple attacks with melee weapons.

WEAPON

Name: G-12

Primary Form: A simple Six Gun with star decals on its side, a leather grip and iron sights. Uses 12mm ammunition. When she carries the weapon, she either conceals it under a jacket or carries it openly in a holster on her thigh.

Dust Functions: Along with regular ammunition, Silica carries rounds filled with lightning dust, a total of 30 rounds, made to incapacitate foes. They have much less power behind them than regular bullets, but are intended to send a powerful shock to their target.

History: The weapon was issued to Silica during her third year working for the Royale family, after Marvin Royale became worried about potential attacks on his family. It was a prototype for a non-lethal weapon at the time, and Marvin allowed Silica to rename it. She decided to call it 'Gun-12', referring to the size of its rounds and the fact that it is, in fact, a gun.

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Beacon Academy / Coming Up Short (CLOSED)
« on: November 28, 2016, 08:24:37 AM »
It was your average school day at Beacon. Most students were sitting in classes at the time, and a few were enjoying a free period, but two groups were having a slightly more interesting experience. Whether intentionally or due to some scheduling error, a group of first years and second years both wound up with a class in the arena at the same time. A sparring class.

Thus far, it had been a pretty clear victory streak for the second years. The teachers were pleased with it - clearly, their time at Beacon had paid off. Rufus Chocla had been cheering for his fellow classmates as they had fought, waiting excitedly for his own chance to fight. It had been a while since the last time he got the chance to brawl, and was hoping for his opponent to give him a good fight. Even if they were just a first year.

The one-and-a-half meter tall fighter sauntered out as his name was called, taking Flow off of his back and swinging it around a bit to get a feel for his weapon in his hands. He didn't exactly plan to use it much for this fight, and actually went ahead and stabbed the tip of the spear into the ground. If he'd need it, he'd grab it.

He looked over to see that his opponent was a girl, carrying rather formidable looking gear. Rufus, on the other hand, wasn't visibly armed beyond his studded gauntlets.

"Good look in the fight, lass, but I ain't gonna go easy, and don't worry - I don't bite, ain't no ass, but I won't be sorry." He said as he took a fighting stance with his fists raised up. He intended to let his opponent strike first.

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NPC Profiles / Silica Methiviola
« on: November 24, 2016, 01:15:10 PM »
CHARACTER

Name: Silica Methiviola

Age: 29

Species and Gender: Female Human

Symbol:  None

Occupation: Servant to the Royale family. Reginald Royale's resentful assistant.

Appearance: Silica is, most of the time, a rather average looking woman most often seen in business attire. Her common outfit consists of a pencil skirt, blouse, cardigan and high-heeled shoes at work, and her white hair is done up in a high ponytail reaching back down to her shoulders.

When she gets to have some time off, however, she often lets her hair out, turning it a shade of violet, and dresses much more casually. This often involves cropped tank tops, short shorts, occasionally jeans or leggings and running shoes.

Though she isn't exactly a combatant, she has a bit of experience, and thus has a set of combat attire as well. This consists of a pair of blue jeans, a tank top, boots and fingerless elbow gloves. Her hair is usually made orange and made into a compact bun on her head.



Personality: At work she can be a bit strict, but not so much when she's merely dealing with Reginald. She has no respect for him, but plenty for his father. Silica is otherwise quite aloof.

Aura and Semblance: Silica's aura color shifts between three colors - white, purple and orange - depending on her mood (Content, sad/bored, happy/angry).

Her semblance allows her to change the appearance of her face and make minor changes to the appearance of her build. She can rather convincingly emulate any face she's seen, or create new ones on the fly. It doesn't take too much out of her, and she can keep a new face up for several hours. Doing something as simple as changing the color of her hair takes almost nothing out of her, and she can keep this up for days, though she can't do it in her sleep and reverts to her normal appearance when resting.

Combat Behavior: She is not a combatant, but when she gets into a fight she generally keeps her distance and sticks to conventional methods of combat, such as using firearms or doing simple attacks with melee weapons.


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