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The Vale Region / Royal Escort: Argent Fortune (CLOSED)
« on: January 14, 2020, 12:05:50 PM »
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Click.


"Fortune here. Talk to me." Beeeeeep.

"Argent, this is Marvin. I've been trying to get a hold of you for days now. You're well aware of the situation we're currently dealing with, and I'm going to need your cooperation. Contact me the first chance you get. And for the love of the gods, don't do anything stupid."



Argent Fortune was the CEO of Fortune Enterprise before the company merged with the Royale's. He's a major player in the organization and was one of the few people who knew about Whitaker's dealings along with Marvin himself. He's highly influential, and if anyone in the organization would pose a threat to the Royales, it would be him.

Fortune recently ceased communication with Marvin, relegating his duties to his secretary in his absence. We have, however, managed to track him down and sent his location to your scroll. Observe him and report anything strange or notable back to me. Avoid being found out and consider him a threat until we can determine whether he is the mole.

Stay safe, Akeldama.

 - Silica



Argent Fortune had chosen to stay in a 4-star hotel in the center of Vale under a fake name - 'Gradient Glow' - and had seldom left his room save for making the occasional trip to the store. After an exceedingly uneventful day, however, he stepped out from the hotel, cane in hand and sunglasses over his eyes. Fortune was around 30, and rather handsome, his cheekbones defined and his silver hair cut short. He knew how to dress, too - a bright white suit with matching pants, dress shoes, golden tie and metallic cuff links. He carried himself with confidence, every one of his motions seemingly made to look as impressive as it could be.

Humming to himself, he took out some earphones from his suit's pocket and placed them in his ears. From there he began to leisurely walk around town. The streets began to empty out as he did, and soon he found himself the only one walking the streets as late as it was.

Of course, just because nobody else could be seen, it didn't mean nobody was there.

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The Vale Region / Royal Escort: Mordred (CLOSED)
« on: January 14, 2020, 07:36:47 AM »
The clock kept ticking on the wall, the room otherwise silent. Mordred slowly paced from one side to the other, then back, rubbing his eyes. Marvin watched him from behind his desk, Beige resting against the windowsill with her arms crossed over her stomach and her gaze averted.

“Could you sit down, Mordred? You’re going to give me a migraine like that.” Marvin finally spoke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Sorry, bro, but I think being a little bit on edge is justified,” the man responded. “We have a mole in our company. Said mole knew everything about our plans that night, and has been funneling cash into a massive criminal enterprise. Whitaker is still out and about, and with every day it becomes more likely our company - our family will be framed as crooks.”

“...I understand that, but…”

“You already have something planned, right?” Mordred said, finally stopping and rolling his shoulders. “I’m guessing you already have some suspects.”

Marvin simply nodded.

“Right. And I’m guessing I’m among them.” He crossed his arms at Marvin and shook his head as he saw his brother about to speak up. “No need to say it, bro, I get it. Few people knew about our mission that night. I was one of them.”

Mordred then turned on his heal, raising a hand in a half-hearted wave. “Just do whatever you gotta do to figure this shit out.”

And with that, he was gone.



The room fell silent once more. It was Beige who spoke up next.

“...Mordred isn’t the only option, is he?” she asked.

Marvin shook his head. “There are two others, discounting the two of us and Silica. Mordred was the only one who knew the details of our plan, but two others knew that we were beginning to investigate those shady dealings. Fortune is one of them.”

Beige grimaced. “I’ve always hated that man. He’s a self-serving bastard, and would stop at nothing to gain power. You should never have gotten involved with him. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was the one behind all of this.”

Marvin leaned back in his seat, tapping his desk. “It would surprise me, however. He’s still a valid suspect, but he’s not an idiot. If word gets out that the Royale Foundation is taking part in these underground dealings, right after a merger with Fortune Enterprise, his own reputation would be ruined. That’s not to say we should discount him - just that if he’s behind all this, he’s already planned much further ahead than I could myself. I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Beige nodded. “And the other suspect?”

“...Trunce.”

Beige blinked, then let out an awkward laugh. “Elivian? You’re joking.”

Marvin shook his head again. “I’m entirely serious. He knew about my intentions to investigate this whole thing. I don’t believe he’s an intentional mole, if he is - but he’s hopelessly naive. It’s entirely believable someone is leading him along.”

After a lull, Beige spoke again. “So, what now?”

“Now… We make some arrangements.”




The Royales had been far more discrete this time around. No posters, no series of interviews. The process was instead painfully simple - if a trusted huntsman-in-training happened to be looking for a job, Silica would approach them with an offer.
Solid pay, a simple task, one request.

Keep it all a secret.

These missions were assigned to huntsmen in training rather than any of Royale's own men, as there was no way to tell who was and wasn't in on the shady dealings the Royale Foundation had found itself a part of. With Mordred and Fortune having their own web of connections among professional huntsmen in Vale, students became the only option for Marvin. It was a risky move, and yet it was the only move he could make.



Mordred Royale. Marvin Royale's brother and former teammate, still a close associate to the Royale Foundation and an active huntsman. Quite well-known at that - renowned for his skill with a blade, especially against other fighters despite never taking part in any official contest.

Mordred was the one who led the team on the previous mission and was the only person besides Marvin to have access to every detail regarding it. This has made him a prime suspect for being the mole within the Royale Foundation.

Mordred already know he's a suspect and has supposedly begun his own investigation. You'll have to keep an eye on him until further notice and report anything strange back to me.

Good luck, Juno.

 - Silica



Mordred had left his home that evening at 8:15 PM. He had dug through his pockets, produced a stick of gum, and checked the messages on his scroll. He had then started walking.

He kept walking until he found himself in, quite possibly, the shadiest part of town. It was well past 9 PM now, and the streetlights had replaced the last rays of sunlight. The streets stood empty with the exception of a few vagrants wandering about, most of them faunus. Mordred seemed to pay them no mind at all, passing by the serious of alleyways and rundown apartment complexes without so much as a glance towards them.

It was clear that he was heading somewhere with a purpose, but it remained unclear what that was. How Juno went about trailing him was at his discretion - so long as he could remain unseen.

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Approved Characters / Aleksandr Zelyony
« on: April 18, 2019, 01:53:37 PM »
CHARACTER

Name: Aleksandr Zelyony

Age: 38

Species and Gender: Human Male

Symbol:  A hand with a whirlpool in the center and an eye above it.

Occupation: Biology and grimm anatomy teacher at Beacon academy.

Appearance: A hard-faced, broad-shouldered man at the height of 189 cm and a weight of 88 kg, Aleksandr is quite intimidating upon first introduction. His features are sharp, jagged, even, his chin well pronounced and his face kept shaven bar the occasional shadow of stubble. His moss green hair is rather long, falling down over his shoulders and across his back though it is kept slicked back to stay out of his eyes for the most part. His eyes are a dark grey.

The man usually sticks to wearing professional attire - suits, plain white dress shirts, sweaters on colder days - but always accompanies them with a custom lab coat. The lab coat is lime green and though it reaches down to his knees on the right, as it wraps around the back it gradually becomes shorter until it is the length of a regular jacket on the left. This is to accommodate for Mirotvorts on his left thigh.

History: Aleksandr was originally born to a middle-class military family in Atlas where he studied to become a huntsman and later joined the army. During his studies he more heavily focused on semblance use and facing grimm specifically, as joining the military ranks only to fight in another meaningless war was hardly appealing to him.

Albeit temperamental, he was well respected by his fellow soldiers for his effectiveness in dispatching of grimm. Aleksandr became an asset of the Atlesian military's R&D department due to his ability to really dig into the monsters before they would die thanks to his semblance. He seldom talks of his work at that time, so little is known about it in detail by his colleagues - but he found much of it unsavory.

After ending his service in the military, Aleksandr returned to his studies to further his understanding of grimm in order to better use his own abilities. However, after a certain point he grew tired of his own work. Not wanting to go out into the field to dig through grimm guys anymore, the man started looking for a less involved profession. Finding one was somewhat difficult at first, especially in Atlas, as the military was quite intent on getting him back in the army. After nearly giving in to their pressure, he was offered a position at Beacon instead as a teacher of biology and grimm anatomy. Though still no longer a fan of the field, he accepted in order to get out of Atlas's immediate reach.

Now working as a full-time teacher at Beacon, Aleksandr has all but given up his old research. As far as he is considered at this point, so long as the grimm are killed, that's all that matters.

Personality: Aleksandr is mostly seen as a stoic and cynical individual. He sees his own classes as somewhat unnecessary and will not defend them to his students, though he would still claim they should remain as they are to his colleagues and employers because he does get paid for them. He tries to keep his classes interesting, however, through the introduction of various practical experiments such as dissection - which the students don't often find too exhilarating themselves - all the while delivering them in a deadpan tone.

In fights and arguments, however, he is incredibly easy to anger and will often resort to expletives rather than using any bit of tact. While he is not one to be heated over a disagreement or being insulted, he is disproportionately maddened by his own shortcomings.

His semblance and all work related to it has made him jaded and nigh impossible to disgust.

He rarely expresses joy but he is often taken by schadenfreude.

Aura and Semblance: Aleksandr's semblance is Moss Green(#ADDFAD) and while he is not capable of aura bursts, it is exceptionally good at regeneration and shielding.

His semblance allows him to alter biological material not covered by aura, including grimm. This ability only manifests with direct contact, meaning he can not use it at range or with a weapon. He most often embeds his hands into grimm and alters their internal structure enough to kill them, but this has its limitations. For one, the larger the grimm, the more draining and less effective the process is. An average beowolf is not much of a problem to him, but an ursa is already quite rough and something like a goliath would be largely unaffected. There is a limit to how far the tissue can be altered from where Aleksandr touches the thing, after all.

When it comes to creatures other than grimm, Aleksandr is capable of altering the tissue more drastically and deliberately. In theory, this allows him to heal injuries at a great speed - but he almost never uses this ability, as a single mistake would kill the subject.

On average, unless fighting larger grimm, Aleksandr can use his semblance on about 8 grimm in a row before needing to recover, being ready for another use every two to three minutes. If he can use Kogti instead of his semblance to break through the grimm's flesh and conserve some energy, he can manage about a dozen additional uses, though that comes close to pushing his limits. Using it more than that is possible, but runs the risk of Aleksandr completely over-exerting himself.

Anything covered by aura is unaffected by his semblance.

Combat Behavior:  Aleksandr's combat style largely relies on his semblance and is focused solely on fighting grimm. He tends to fight packs, killing two or three creatures, before pulling back to recover. During a retreat, he often chooses to use Mirotvorts instead and force himself through the grimm. His fighting style lends well to fighting with backup, as while he is effective at killing grimm he runs the risk of being overwhelmed.

Against larger grimm, he would still attempt to use his semblance unless they're the size of a goliath or larger. If running around, hitting it in weak points and retreating is proving to not be effective, he chooses to use explosives - embedding them inside of the creature with his semblance.

He is not proficient at fighting people. While quite good at fisticuffs, he lacks ranged weapons and his melee weapons aren't very versatile.

+ Physically strong
+ Grimm-beating semblance
+ Explosives for large grimm
+ Knowledge of grimm weak points
+ Quick Recovery

- Easily overwhelmed
- Screwed if unable to rest between semblance uses
- No ranged
- No melee counters
- Melee weapons are short
- Temperamental

WEAPON

Name: Kogti

Primary Form: A set of plated stainless steel gauntlets ending in sharp points, the palm and the bottoms of the fingers not covered and the gauntlets themselves reaching past the wrist. Used in this form to penetrate through grimm flesh and bone for better use of Aleksandr's semblance.

Secondary Form: When the fist is clenched, the points at the end of the gauntlet retract and form at the knuckles instead. This form is used for brawls and when overusing his semblance would be risky.

Dust Functions: None.

History: Made during his time working for the Atlesian military.



Name: Mirotvorts

Primary Form: A thick, stainless steel baton, 80 cm in length, with an arched handle bearing a small switch. The handle is located 20 cm above the bottom of the weapon. Used in this form to beat things senseless.

Secondary Form: Upon flicking the switch, the baton extends further to be 120 cm in length, though a portion of this length goes to the bottom and most of the weight goes to the center. Used in this form for shoving opponents more than beating them, as it can be grabbed on either side unless lightning dust is involved.

Dust Functions: Can be fitted with electric dust cartridges, a small hatch on the handle servings this purpose. Activation is immediate and essentially turns the weapon into a sort of stun prod with the electricity concentrated in the tip of the baton.

History: Acquired by Aleksandr soon after his arrival in Vale. Similar to the weapon he used back in the military to force his way through groups of smaller grimm, fitted with a stun prod element to work against people if the need comes.


Name: Bombachka

Primary Form: Small, round, hand-held explosives with manual safety pins, carried by Aleksandr in limited supply unless he's come prepared for hunting large grimm. The explosives have a 10 second timer and are accompanied by a loud clicking sound when activated. These are intended for being implanted into grimm directly through his semblance, so they aren't all that powerful and it might take several for taking down something like a goliath.

Dust Functions: None.

History: Designed by Aleksandr while he was still in Atlas, made after he arrived in Vale.

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The Vale Region / [CLOSED]Pecking Order
« on: February 28, 2019, 10:07:09 AM »
Tiber didn't like the city. Not during the day.

The city was always full of people and people were always full of judgement, the faunus having to hide his facial features to avoid public humiliation. He tucked his scarf higher as he passed an obnoxiously loud group of high school students, avoiding eye contact. Of course the kids didn't even know he was a faunus to begin with or pay any mind to him, but he had always lived with the thought that all those around him would mock him if they saw his face. People were cruel. It's something he had gotten all too familiar with.

He glanced both ways before crossing the street and hurrying to his destination - a gunsmith's shop by the name of 'Chudder's Arms'. He stepped inside, the bell above the door dinging as he did. The man sitting behind the glass counter filled with various weapons, from swords to shotguns, looked over and nodded.

"Aye, Tiber. Good to see you. Had an order, yeah?" he asked.

Tiber nodded and headed for the desk, producing a folded sheet of paper from his front pocket and setting on the glass. The man looked the paper over and nodded. "A bit bigger than your usual order. Guess you're finally 'eadin' to Beacon?"

Again, a silent nod. The man meanwhile went into the back room and returned soon after, carrying with him a knife rig and a holster for a revolver - both of them filled appropriately. "Knife rig, twelve knives, just as you like 'em and a custom revolver. One of my finest, but I like to say that about all of them."

As he handed the items over, however, he paused. "That revolver there can use dust round, per your request. You didn't order any, though. You sure? I could give you a loyal customer discount, lad."

Tiber took the items, strapping the rig around his chest and the holster onto his belt, then glanced towards the man. Dust rounds? Yes, he had asked for the revolver to be able to use them. Tiber was a scavenger, after all - if he were to find any rounds on the field, he wouldn't say no to using them himself. But those things were expensive - and with these last purchases made, he was broke. Slowly he shook his head.

"Well, suit yourself. If you want, you can test your new gear out at the range. I'll cover the ammo for you."

 The apparently mute boy simply nodded as a thanks - and the shopkeep got the message. With that, Tiber headed towards the back to test out his revolver. After all, this would be the first time he'd wield such a weapon to begin with.

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Approved Characters / Tiber Rostrum
« on: February 05, 2019, 01:41:59 PM »
CHARACTER

Name: Tiber Rostrum

Theme: TVXQ - DIRT

Age: 17

Species and Gender: Male Grosbeak Faunus

Symbol:  A raven mid-flight from the side.

Occupation: 1st year student at Beacon

Appearance: A somewhat scrawny boy standing at 178 cm and weighing 70 kg, Tiber is not all that imposing. His hair is kept neatly trimmed and slicked back, his face bears no sharp features - sans one - and his dark green eyes rarely bear malice. These features, however, are rarely what one would notice first as any onlookers attention tends to be grabbed by the thick and somewhat stubby beak covering the lower half of his face. The lower part of the beak connects to where one would normally find a person's chin while the top ends just below the eyes. The beak itself isn't particularly wide, allowing him to see past it just fine. However, the lack of lips and teeth makes it quite cumbersome to speak. The boy has learned to use his beak much like one would use their teeth when speaking - which he still needs to do slowly - but he is incapable of saying the letters P, B, M, V and W.

When it comes to choosing outfits, Tiber tends to go for practicality. He usually goes for white short-sleeved undershirts and bulletproof vests over it - said vests covered in pockets and pouches for ammo and grenades. His legs are usually covered by relatively loose, dark green/tiber camo pants to match his vest and army boots on his feet - albeit modified to be lighter, lacking a steel toe and having room to store a set of throwing knives.  On colder days he'd accompany this outfit with a tiber-colored bomber jacket and most of the time when out-and-about he'd be seen hiding his beak with a thick scarf around his face. Said scarf is often a part of his everyday attire and school uniform.

History: Tiber was born to a faunus couple - a winged grosbeak faunus named Lucidus Rostrum and a cat faunus named Aniene. The new parents were quite perturbed at first at their son's bizarre trait, but learned to live with it in time after getting pecked plenty and losing a few relatively expensive toys. As both of Tiber's parents were working class faunus, they had little time to spend with their offspring and they often left the boy at a daycare center and were glad to put him in a boarding school. Constantly bullied and mocked for his strange appearance, Tiber learned to fend for himself quite soon - though he could never grow that physically strong, his meals limited by his lack of teeth. As such he learned to use whatever means necessary to win his fights - whether it was outmaneuvering his attackers, cheating or pecking his way out of trouble. 

He wasn't the only one to get picked on at school, though he had been a priority target for quite some time. Once he learned to defend himself and did so quite fiercely, his tormentors found now victims among the other faunus at school. Tired of their nonsense, the boy defended them and continued to take and deal punches wherever and whenever he needed to, often getting into more trouble than the bullies themselves. Seeing the faunus in distress like this he knew he had to do something about it - and to do something about it he had to become much stronger.

Due to lack of attention and inability to properly communicate, he was quite the rebellious teen. Devoting much of his free time to his studies he had no issue passing the entrance tests at Beacon - without his parents' consent. Having nothing more than the clothes on his back, a few childhood trinkets and some rather cheap store-bought and lightly modified weapons he traveled to the combat academy with one goal in mind - to become a huntsman and a symbol of strength to those faunus who had been denied such at birth.

Personality: Tiber can appear overly aloof, detached and unsociable to those around him, but this is hardly by choice. Unwilling to embarrass himself by attempting to talk, he often prefers to remain alone. Even so, he retains a bizarre sense of humor in the form of prop comedy often involving his most prominent feature.

Though he isn't judgemental per se, the boy lacks trust in humans and prefers the company of other faunus who might have suffered much as he had. He bears a strong sense of justice in this regard and will always stand up for the rights of those abused. That said, he may also appear quick to anger and always ready for a fight.

Not being able to eat much solid food he's grown to prefer nutritious meals over delicious ones and can eat just about anything so long as it's soft.

Aura and Semblance: Tiber's aura is tiber(#063537) and is relatively strong. His semblance is the ability to stop objects mid-motion so long as he is in contact with them. For example, he can use this ability to throw a knife but stop it as he is about to release it, then do the same for several more knives before deactivating his semblance and sending all of them out at once or disabling it for a single item so long as he has sight of it. The semblance adds no extra force to his attacks and requires some finesse to utilize properly. The semblance has an active range of a hundred meters, allowing for Tiber to set traps so long as he knows when to activate them by freezing the thrown objects in appropriate spots.

The items affected by this semblance can't be moved while the semblance remains active and they retain no force exerted on them during this time. With enough force, however, the items can be deformed, thus altering their flight path if they had been thrown. Larger objects which could sustain his own weight can be used as steps even when mid-air.

The semblance does tire him, though it is largely not noticeable with something as light as throwing knives. The weight held by the semblance begins to affect him starting with 1kg at which point he could hold it for around 20 minutes before becoming tired. Each kilogram added would lower that amount by about a minute - something weighing 20kg in total would tire him out very quickly and leave him exhausted. The weight does not include something which is placed on top of the frozen items.

The semblance does not work against living things directly, whether they have aura or not and it can rarely be used as a defense against weapons fired or thrown at him - he can generally use it against things he could otherwise catch, however, but if he is hit by something before touching it with his hands he will be hurt all the same.

Combat Behavior:  Tiber's expertise are throwing weapons - for the most part knives, though he enjoys using grenades whenever he can afford them. With a combination of normal throws and ones set up using his semblance, Tiber prefers to attack his enemies from cover or wherever he cannot be reached, often using his semblance to climb to high ground or to hover in the air. Out in the field he will use whatever he can find as a weapon - rocks being the most common. Due to the fact that throwing weapons are a limited resource in a fight, he tries to save them for traps, barrages and sure hits, otherwise using his handgun to keep opponents at bay.

In melee, he gets quite close to his opponents fighting either unarmed or using a knife. He's also known to fight dirty, using his semblance to create obstacles between himself and his opponent mid-fight - perhaps even surrounding them with objects stuck in the air.   

 Pros:

+ Good damage output against lightly armored opponents
+ Very maneuverable
+ Thrown weapons can be reused/found during combat
+ Semblance has numerous potential uses

Cons:

- Subpar melee combatant
- Without explosives lacks effective means of dealing with tougher/more heavily armored opponents
- If thrown weapons are countered somehow, can only do so much with his revolver
- Unable to communicate with teammates effectively

WEAPON

Name: Becca Rivoltella

Primary Form: A simple iron six-shooter revolver chambered in .357. Bears his symbol on either sides of the grip. In its current state, is really just a revolver.

Dust Functions: The weapon is capable of taking dust rounds, but Tiber finds them much too expensive.

History: A weapon he purchased shortly before leaving for Beacon. The boy lacks proper training in using it and mostly uses it to buy himself time.

WEAPON

Name: Lame di Piume

Primary Form: A series of throwing knives with a feather-shaped hilt topper. Tiber carries:

12 on a knife rig around his waist
4 in his boots
8 on his vest
2 in his sleeves (If wearing jacket)

Additional knives can be carried in a pack if he's preparing for a longer mission or something.

Dust Functions: None.

History: Acquired over the years with whatever allowance and measly pay from weekend/summer jobs the boy could get. The collection continues to grow ever since he arrived at Beacon.

WEAPON

Name: Frag Grenades

Primary Form: Simple fragmentation grenades with a pin locking mechanism.

Dust Functions: None.

History: Rarely do these end up in Tiber's possession as the results most often do not justify the costs - grenades cannot be reused, after all.

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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 178 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 usually keeps his sword in a scabbard on his hip, though when going into combat he may opt to keep it in its secondary form attached to several clips on the back of his coat.

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 tutor 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 under 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.

Coco has been practicing using his aura offensively under the guidance of Prism Skylark, and while he hasn't mastered it perfectly, he is capable of creating mid-ranged aura blasts from his weapon.

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.

He mostly prefers using O.T.N. in its secondary long sword form, only switching to its primary form if his opponent is faster than him or if he knows he's running out of steam. The tertiary form comes out for killing blows or dealing with tougher opponents who would otherwise tank his attacks.

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.

[Stamina usage: 3-5% for basic slashes and stabs] [Damage: Normal]

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.

[Stamina usage: 5-8% for basic attacks, heavy swings and attacks going through multiple enemies take upwards of 10%] [Damage: Roughly x1.5]

Tertiary Form: Golden O.T.N. The weapon in its secondary form can be magnetically attached to the clips on the back of Coconut's coat. If the pommel is twisted again, rather than returning to its short sword form it will then connect with the clips and detach them from the coat. The clips extend and slide along the blade forming an extension which reaches an additional 80 cm, the total length of the blade then being 180cm. The weapon is bulky and Coconut is not fully used to wielding it in this form, being that the blade is longer than he is tall.

[Stamina usage: Starting from 10% for basic slashes, a heavy swing ranging from 20-25%] [Damage: Depending on cicumstances, from x2 to x4 normal damage]

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.

He broke the weapon's inner mechanisms during a spar with Prism which he attempted to do with added weights to the blade. The weapon was repaired and upgraded by the blacksmith which the team encountered during their initiation, thanks to Amane.

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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?"



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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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