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Character Profiles / Re: Sigma Male Mage
« on: February 07, 2022, 12:46:07 PM »
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Character Profiles / Sigma Male Mage
« on: February 07, 2022, 12:45:00 PM »
"To change, one must be willing to break their limits."
"To break their limits, one must be willing to crawl in blood, sweat and mud."
"I've crawled through it all."
"I will always change, for better."
"To break their limits, one must be willing to crawl in blood, sweat and mud."
"I've crawled through it all."
"I will always change, for better."
The Doctor is seldom interrupted from his work. When he turns to you, a face of a tired man is revealed; held together to continue his science and art only through the sheer, raw willpower that he possesses and the augmented body that grants him such advantage.
When you ask, there's only a momentary hesitation, before he speaks.
"Tell about myself? I don't often tell that much about myself, but... sure. Why not."
"I was born in a countryside near Moscow. It used to belong to the Soviet Union, nowadays it's just Russia. I wouldn't say I miss home horribly, but... I might return one day. I have unfinished business. It's personal."
"Other than that? I'm a man of science. It's my passion, my everything. You see, through our work, we could elevate all of humanity to something greater... something that could change all of us forever."
"It's a dream my brethren share, I'm certain. Though, I'm not sure how quickly we'll get there."
"But enough about me."
"I was born in a countryside near Moscow. It used to belong to the Soviet Union, nowadays it's just Russia. I wouldn't say I miss home horribly, but... I might return one day. I have unfinished business. It's personal."
"Other than that? I'm a man of science. It's my passion, my everything. You see, through our work, we could elevate all of humanity to something greater... something that could change all of us forever."
"It's a dream my brethren share, I'm certain. Though, I'm not sure how quickly we'll get there."
"But enough about me."
Slowly, the Doctor rises from his seat. You could've sworn that he didn't seem like it, but he seems taller- larger than you initially expected. A deceiving appearance of the weakness, hidden below the exterior of being perpetually tired.
He walks. Closer, and closer.
He stops just before you, inspecting you better, first- like a studious man would examine his subject.
He walks. Closer, and closer.
He stops just before you, inspecting you better, first- like a studious man would examine his subject.
"Let's talk about you instead. Tell me..."
"What can you give me?"
"What can you give me?"
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Character Stories / Re: Staying Night
« on: February 06, 2022, 22:53:48 PM »is this the story of you formulating buffs for Roxanne's bow?
no LMAO
Some assumed math over there, good shit
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is that Arcane's Viktor?
yes. this is now viktor's playby
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Character Stories / Staying Night
« on: February 06, 2022, 07:56:22 AM »
It's already three AM. I feel like I barely started and the time goes too fast.
I can do this. I can figure this out.
I can do this. I can figure this out.
"I can't access its information.. maybe if I use Shannon's information theory-"
Focus, Viktor. Focus, damn it. Your life, and everyone else's, might depend on it.
"- then if we define the shard as H, which would equal epsilon P(x), it would.."
No. It doesn't work. I've been trying to crack its code but nothing shatters it.
It cannot be taken away from my pattern either. What is this material anyway?
But I shouldn't give up yet.
Not when it feels so close.
It cannot be taken away from my pattern either. What is this material anyway?
But I shouldn't give up yet.
Not when it feels so close.
"Maybe magnetic fields and waves? Dividing this subject on magnetic won't do, then.."
"What if we multiply? That'll lead to minus one divided by C and.."
"What if we multiply? That'll lead to minus one divided by C and.."
This doesn't make any sense... it follows no laws that we know.
How do you approach something that obeys no laws?
Each formula that I write just inevitably meets an error along the way.
Each equation missing an important piece, resulting in a failure.
Unless...
How do you approach something that obeys no laws?
Each formula that I write just inevitably meets an error along the way.
Each equation missing an important piece, resulting in a failure.
Unless...
"I could try crafting a whole new theory. If the subject depends on organic matter.."
"- then perhaps it could be fooled by simulating death, and.."
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
Oh. It's ten AM already.
I guess I'll..
Continue later.
I guess I'll..
Continue later.
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Character Stories / A Single Candle
« on: November 15, 2019, 19:26:58 PM »
[...]
The buzz was hanging in the air of the populated, yet silent camp, with flickering twilight casting its shadow on the ground; myriad people doing their evening assignments, as well as preparing for a second encounter with Ascension Warrior's army. Yet, two women stood out from the crowd.
"Do you think he'll handle it, Stella?"
"As if he has any other choice."
That caused a frown, a moment of contemplation that should've ruined any further conversation. Perhaps, that is not the answer which was expected- but the irate voice of the woman rings again.
"...You should've let me kill him. He deserves that much."
"Would you deny your lover meeting him again?"
"Don't dare. You, of all people--"
In response, there was laughter. The irate woman only grew more fierce, almost considering to raise her hand against another, even if she were renowned as a master. With a hint picked up, the laughter quickly died... and the tone of conversation shifted too.
"It still hurts?"
"It does. It always does..."
"Worry not. He'll be hurt tenfold."
"But that won't bring back what I lost."
Her lips curled. A sign of defeat, sorrow and regret washed over the anger she's felt before, and another noted that much. The moment of silence lasted between the two, and when another bundle of words was conjured in their minds, the conversation continued briefly.
"Have some faith. He was already saved at least few times by others... clearly they care."
"And why should I care about that?"
"You should re-assess your views. Perhaps, he's not as bad as everyone says he is."
She fell thoughtful, silent. Not a word escaped her mouth afterward.
The buzz was hanging in the air of the populated, yet silent camp, with flickering twilight casting its shadow on the ground; myriad people doing their evening assignments, as well as preparing for a second encounter with Ascension Warrior's army. Yet, two women stood out from the crowd.
"Do you think he'll handle it, Stella?"
"As if he has any other choice."
That caused a frown, a moment of contemplation that should've ruined any further conversation. Perhaps, that is not the answer which was expected- but the irate voice of the woman rings again.
"...You should've let me kill him. He deserves that much."
"Would you deny your lover meeting him again?"
"Don't dare. You, of all people--"
In response, there was laughter. The irate woman only grew more fierce, almost considering to raise her hand against another, even if she were renowned as a master. With a hint picked up, the laughter quickly died... and the tone of conversation shifted too.
"It still hurts?"
"It does. It always does..."
"Worry not. He'll be hurt tenfold."
"But that won't bring back what I lost."
Her lips curled. A sign of defeat, sorrow and regret washed over the anger she's felt before, and another noted that much. The moment of silence lasted between the two, and when another bundle of words was conjured in their minds, the conversation continued briefly.
"Have some faith. He was already saved at least few times by others... clearly they care."
"And why should I care about that?"
"You should re-assess your views. Perhaps, he's not as bad as everyone says he is."
She fell thoughtful, silent. Not a word escaped her mouth afterward.
[...]
[...]
No matter how much I'd avoid her, she always knew all about me. No matter the pains I hid, she'd notice it- no matter the frustrations I buried beneath my skin, she'd whisper in my mind to comfort me. But she's a cruel teacher... sometimes, lacking any tolerance to my shortcomings and kicking me straight into action. Sometimes, she feels like the most affectionate person I could ever have in my life - the other times, I wish she would just leave me alone. No matter what happens, though, I know that she means well... more or less. Even if I don't understand that yet.
"You never told me what is your plan exactly..."
The suddenness of that voice caused me to shudder. Truth be told, it's been a while she spoke to me, and I expected the usual guest with its offers, tricks and overwhelming power; this time, she showed concern. Well, of course... if I were to die down there, she would die with me - and be stuck for a few years at the very least. That's assuming nothing worse happens.
"Rhys..."
"I don't have one."
I could've sworn she just laughed. Maybe at me, maybe at the desperation of our situation. Truth be told, if I were her, I'd probably laugh at myself too. With all that I know, I'm almost clueless of many sections in the Underworld... and hadn't it been for the support of my friends as a whole, I'd be as good as dead by now. That only made me ponder more - maybe David was right after all. Maybe community is where strength is.
"You never fail to amuse me."
"I try."
My response was cold and swift. I didn't have much time- a lot of preparations had to be done, a lot of work so that we would be ready for many things out there... and yet, I feel as if no matter how much we do as a whole, nothing will truly prepare us.
"The Underworld is usually what remains... in death. It remains, endures, flickering with ashes of flames that once were shining above. It flickers with that memory, yet no one lives in there. It echoes, but there's no one left to hear it."
But aren't there mediums, and people like Kassiani? Don't wraiths live in there? Before I even asked...
"Dear one... there are fates worse than death. I don't have to tell you this."
"Why tell me all of this?"
"To let you know what you've signed up for, of course."
Is it certain death? Maybe. It's not like I have much choice on the matter. My lips pursed in thought, and I couldn't help myself but pause all of my work- alone in the woods, it's not like there would be disturbance. Not unless I announce my presence, at least.
"Do you think we'll make it? Are the others going to be safe?"
"I'm not certain."
It's a rare thing when she says that, and it concerns me all the same. Normally, she's the one nudging me forward, lending me a bit of her confidence in the trying times... but now, it almost feels as if we're both trapped. Perhaps that's not very far from the truth.
"...It felt like everything around you was extinguished. It was as if I was blinded. It was as if everything... had been bled from the world--"
"-- as if everything went silent."
"I imagine there are worse deaths, worse pains, but if there are, I do not know them. When it happened to you, it felt like I was the last flickering flame left in the world... and my life, my agony was a flicker in the darkness in this reality."
This isn't good. If even she had fallen to be afraid of it...
"As your feet walk upon the ashes, you shall not fear, for in fear, lies death."
Of course she's carefully listening to me. I imagine she's just as worried as I am, and I cannot let her down. Not now, not ever- not after all that we've shared and all that she's done for me. For all the times she was by my side when nobody else was.
"I won't succumb to it just like that."
"And remember... there are many kinds of hate, and all of them have the call of the dark side in them."
"I know that."
"Very well..."
This reminded me of all the hatred I experienced on my own, of all the wrongs that have been done to me; but before such thoughts could flood my mind, I felt... warmth, as if embraced by something- or someone. It didn't last long, and with mere moments passing, it let go. Despite all of the odds that were against us, I'm sure we could make it... we had to, or else all would be lost. A single hand rested upon my head, like the paternal touch I've long forgotten - and a single whisper.
"Be good, Rhys."
"Rhys..."
"I don't have one."
I could've sworn she just laughed. Maybe at me, maybe at the desperation of our situation. Truth be told, if I were her, I'd probably laugh at myself too. With all that I know, I'm almost clueless of many sections in the Underworld... and hadn't it been for the support of my friends as a whole, I'd be as good as dead by now. That only made me ponder more - maybe David was right after all. Maybe community is where strength is.
"You never fail to amuse me."
"I try."
My response was cold and swift. I didn't have much time- a lot of preparations had to be done, a lot of work so that we would be ready for many things out there... and yet, I feel as if no matter how much we do as a whole, nothing will truly prepare us.
"The Underworld is usually what remains... in death. It remains, endures, flickering with ashes of flames that once were shining above. It flickers with that memory, yet no one lives in there. It echoes, but there's no one left to hear it."
But aren't there mediums, and people like Kassiani? Don't wraiths live in there? Before I even asked...
"Dear one... there are fates worse than death. I don't have to tell you this."
"Why tell me all of this?"
"To let you know what you've signed up for, of course."
Is it certain death? Maybe. It's not like I have much choice on the matter. My lips pursed in thought, and I couldn't help myself but pause all of my work- alone in the woods, it's not like there would be disturbance. Not unless I announce my presence, at least.
"Do you think we'll make it? Are the others going to be safe?"
"I'm not certain."
It's a rare thing when she says that, and it concerns me all the same. Normally, she's the one nudging me forward, lending me a bit of her confidence in the trying times... but now, it almost feels as if we're both trapped. Perhaps that's not very far from the truth.
"...It felt like everything around you was extinguished. It was as if I was blinded. It was as if everything... had been bled from the world--"
"-- as if everything went silent."
"I imagine there are worse deaths, worse pains, but if there are, I do not know them. When it happened to you, it felt like I was the last flickering flame left in the world... and my life, my agony was a flicker in the darkness in this reality."
This isn't good. If even she had fallen to be afraid of it...
"As your feet walk upon the ashes, you shall not fear, for in fear, lies death."
Of course she's carefully listening to me. I imagine she's just as worried as I am, and I cannot let her down. Not now, not ever- not after all that we've shared and all that she's done for me. For all the times she was by my side when nobody else was.
"I won't succumb to it just like that."
"And remember... there are many kinds of hate, and all of them have the call of the dark side in them."
"I know that."
"Very well..."
This reminded me of all the hatred I experienced on my own, of all the wrongs that have been done to me; but before such thoughts could flood my mind, I felt... warmth, as if embraced by something- or someone. It didn't last long, and with mere moments passing, it let go. Despite all of the odds that were against us, I'm sure we could make it... we had to, or else all would be lost. A single hand rested upon my head, like the paternal touch I've long forgotten - and a single whisper.
"Be good, Rhys."
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Character Profiles / Re: Black Wolf
« on: November 03, 2019, 03:50:42 AM »why in the fucking hell of this fuckery server u using daddy, AIZAWA as a face claim?!
yeah
and what are you going to do about it?
nothing
no one can stop me
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Character Profiles / Re: Black Wolf
« on: October 27, 2019, 21:12:26 PM »
shut up hussy
Also another small update.
(fuck you CP bumpers)
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Character Profiles / Re: Black Wolf
« on: October 27, 2019, 20:41:17 PM »shut up hussy
Also another small update.
(fuck you CP bumpers)
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Character Profiles / Re: Black Wolf
« on: October 27, 2019, 17:21:48 PM »
Thanks for all the feedback & replies!
Updated:
- Relations section.
This includes characters that Rhys has closely interacted with (and characters I've found pictures of). If we've roleplayed & you're not included, it's probably because I couldn't find your picture.
Updated:
- Relations section.
This includes characters that Rhys has closely interacted with (and characters I've found pictures of). If we've roleplayed & you're not included, it's probably because I couldn't find your picture.
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Character Profiles / Re: Isaac Wylcoff [WIP]
« on: October 20, 2019, 17:23:08 PM »
well done profile
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Character Profiles / Black Wolf
« on: October 19, 2019, 23:19:40 PM »
The sword always hangs above the sinning.
“When everything and everyone is gone, the hunger still remains.â€
General Info:
Name: Rhysus Thomas Harwin
Age: Twenty six
Titles: Pariah; Devourer; Murderer; Exile; Wolf; The Touched One
Height: Six feet one inch; one hundred eighty six centimeters
Weight: Ninety five kilograms; two hundred ten pounds
Affiliation: (?)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Night Stalkers
Most remain oblivious to the true potential that they've never sparked, their lives robbed from them before they could actually see any other option in this life. Some would be grateful for what they are- others would despise what they've become - all would surrender to their hunger eventually. I wonder if that sometimes makes them reflect on all the changes they've passed ever since their death... or they merely ignore it on purpose.
Gaia's Children
Sometimes I envy them, sometimes I pity them. To know your purpose in life and dutifully serve it would mean not having to come against many contradictions that our kind experiences; yet at the same time, to be bound to this duty would mean to forever remain blind - much like attempting to see the whole Tellurium through a door gap. To believe in an ideal is to be willing to betray it - but can they make such radical step?
First Creators
It's an amusing thought, but of all creatures you could encounter in Tellurium, these seem to have greatest issue with their 'parent'. I know of them; Celestials with immense power, their true shape and strength torn away from them with millennia of imprisonment within the deepest depths of Hell. Each time I look, each time I gaze upon the spark that corresponds to this initial Making... I feel temptation to follow, to learn what they can give. But knowing this much? The price is bigger than payoff.
Awakened Ones
We hold so many differences, so many truths, and yet no ultimate Truth. If I were to compare us to someone, I'd say we're like lost children that are given toys too big for them; some eventually learn and use those toys to make something great, and some end up hurting themselves. Time and time again I see it - there's a large reason why exactly only very few of us make it far. You'd be surprised, but it's not the world, the lack of cooperation or anything like that... it's us, being us.
Relations
“Not all of them are bad...â€
“Sometimes I even wonder why they decided to stick to me. Because of friendship, love? Or perhaps they wanted to use me all along? Is it pity, or some twisted obligation to keep what you cannot change under close watch and control? At times, I believed the worst - and they suggested only that.â€
“With time, I understood some of them are even... nice.â€
Arthur
“Oh... him.â€
“Feels odd to owe someone your life, your redemption, the part of your knowledge and power, and... ability to actually see someone as a friend. No, you know, this would be too cheap. Too little. Not enough.â€
“A brother from another mother.â€
“I never imagined someone would do so much for me; quite often, I suspected that he had an ulterior motive, that he wanted something in return. I'm a horrible person... so why would he even do all of this, I wondered? But with time, I realized that he's a friend - and there's nothing more to it.â€
“One of the few I'd actually risk it all for, and everything I could ever have.â€
Kassiani
“Have you ever seen the grace of huntress under bright shine of the stars?â€
“That would be her. It's quite hilarious how all of this started off, really... because I remember loathing her. I remember pitching everyone against her, and even as she genuinely tried to make attempt to communicate with all of us, I was the one driving her away. You'd think it would end there... with one of us putting a blade to the throat of another.â€
“Except it didn't. I've seen something in her that I haven't noticed before.â€
“I saw a reflection of myself in her. An exile with a mark of curse upon her, one that lost her home and her rightful heritage. At that point, even I couldn't help but feel bad for that... and feel connected too. Perhaps, that's exactly when this spark was ignited.â€
“So much that I feel at times the skies would burn for it...â€
Katarina
“I've never known her too well.â€
“Sometimes, I feel that's for the best. You know, whenever I heard of your past dealings, I couldn't help but feel that you're using him... the only valuable friend I have, the only brother left in this world. And I felt like I hated you for it.â€
“But you kept him steady, did you not? Despite the heartache he confessed to, despite the pain you unknowingly caused... you uplifted him, so much that he's become something better. Perhaps this has taken a toll on his mind and soul, but he's better off that way. Better off not being so... vulnerable.â€
“For that, I can only thank you.â€
Takeshi
“Part of me knew your kind are never good... and it's precisely what you probably thought of me. But can I hold judgment above you when you've shown nothing but kindness to me?â€
“I know how it's like, to be judged by others, to be ostracized for just the way things happened; how it's like to be subjected to torment, and then be haunted by the sins of your past. That's what it was, wasn't it? That fateful day...â€
“But I'll find out more about it. The truth only escapes for so long, and I never stop in being more. One day, I know. For now... when the laughter dies, an angel cries...â€
“Goodbye.â€
Isaac
“When a Child of the Night shows you this much kindness? Color me surprised.â€
“Honestly, I couldn't help but assume that he's just like the rest at first - controlling, violent, perhaps even abusive. Though, the more I discovered about him, the more I realized that it's just a man that happens to have a pair of fangs and few centuries behind him, one that does his best to uphold whatever resemblance of Order the awful lot of them can have.â€
“We're often taught that we shouldn't stick around their kind, that they're too dangerous... but really, what's not dangerous nowadays?â€
Ragon
“You know...â€
“When I was a child, I used to think monsters aren't real, that the shadow people and boogeymen are just part of my imagination. It's only then I discovered that they're very much real and that they walk among us. But... to meet one so close, and to suffer at hands of one? It's an entirely different story.â€
“It's a reminder of mortality, and reminder of just what type of beasts exist out there.â€
“I've seen him. I've spoken to him. I've been warned about him... and yet, I can't help but feel that there's more. He wasn't always like this, was he? Something drove him over the edge. Something horrible - much like something he's become.â€
“What did it take?â€
“And then, there is him.â€
“I want to tell him to run. I want to scream, to shout that he should fight back. Everything I ever experience, I still see it - I understand that I'm ripping his flesh off, that I'm hurting him; no matter how much I repeat that, nothing seems to change. And by the time I can utter a coherent word?â€
“It's too late. For me and for them.â€
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