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Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by The Red Spy, Dec 2, 2009.
yessss a hug and a drunk rating *rubs hands together*
A tsundere female leading character (next to her male love interest, in the anime anyways). She's also a good fighter, though she is weak to certain plot elements/characters (thanks to some bad mojo with a certain one)
Ryoko is a fierce, headstrong girl that falls into the tsundere character archetype. She is known for her explosive temper, and tendency to lash out, verbally, physically, or otherwise whenever anyone strays too close to touchy subjects of matter. However, underneath her wolf-life exterior, there's a much softer interior, one that she typically is unwilling to display whenever others are around.
This includes her love for animals, and further down... Her need for someone to rely on, something that she had tried desperately to blot out due to a bad experience she had in the past as a result of relying on someone, which also brought on a largely hidden fear of history repeating itself. Hence the development of her fierce, headstrong nature, and her knack for throwing punches, even when they are not so called for.
"I decided I'd get stronger... So I could go on by myself..."
Powers/Abilities (if any):
- Boxing Skills; Sparked by a devastating incident in her past, Ryoko is able to deliver quite the blow, though this is often aided by her "Kitty-gloves", specially designed boxing gloves that in addition to protecting her hands, leaves a cat-mark on the point of impact, and sends a jolt of electricity from that very point
- Agility; Though she is no parkour master or anything, Ryoko still has some remarkable agility; with a light body and minimal weight on her, she is capable of holding her own in a fight simply by dodging and punching in succession (but of couse this tactic has its limits)
Basically a tsundere female with a ton of angst thanks to a bad experience in the past (repression).
Romance Comedy (Sorta), usually based off of fairytales such as "Little Red Riding Hood" and "The Ant and the Grasshopper"
Ryoko is incredibly stubborn, and in most, if not all cases, outright denies alot of her feelings, especially if they give away her softer side. Her stubborness is also the leading cause of her incapacitation, usually because she ends up underestimating her opposition and/or refusing to openly seek help when it is likely she will need it.
Message me if you need this guy in a specific kingdom Or just a need a partner
It's cool I'm just curious, I can wait XD
Mama bear commands it.
Also, once I finish up a starting post for a 1x1 RP, I'll be posting for everyone else in their respective kingdoms/foresty area. Pridi can be interacted with if someone wants to be the cause of her feeling a disturbance in her barrier, too.
I just want Psych back on Netflix, TBH.
Its no problem~
Sho stayed calm under White Heron's biting words, conjuring up a smirk in response, but otherwise stayed quiet. He listened to the Exalt's words, questions bubbling up his mind like a froth, but the haze of the drug popping each before they made their way out of the man's mouth. He was quite content to allow Leo to do the talking. And talk Leo did. This prompted the only non-exalt in this mini-convention to speak his piece. Cults, bandits, and even GHOST BANDITS! And it was here when Sho began to speak.
"Ghost bandits, eh? For a while I was thinking this was just another run of the mill protection job, but it seems the plot has uh... thickened. For the sake of my attention span, let's hope it IS ghost bandits, or at least, something interesting. But I'm assuming you're done, yes? Or is there anything else you've left out that we ought to know?"
"There's nothing else," replied Darud with a curt nod. "You depart in an hour, for Gem."
"A caravan to Gem?"
The voice belonged to a tall man covered in red jade articulated plate armor and carrying a red jade reaper daiklave. A shock of white hair crowned his head and the air of confidence he carried suited him well. It was immediately obvious that the man was a wealthy inlander, perhaps even a noble from the lands of the Imperial Prefect. He approached with his cape floating behind him and an urgent swiftness to do business in order to get where he needed to go.
"I have been seeking passage to Gem, I would pay two pounds for passage, no questions to be asked. Silver currency, I know jade isn't good here," said he with an acknowledging nod.
"Two pounds for passage to Gem, sounds like a good deal for me. I'll run it by the caravan driver, if you'd give me a second," requested Darud, and he departed with or without the consent of the inlander's decisive nod. He turned his gaze on the Exalts before him, blissfully unaware that they were avatars of the Gods themselves.
"I was told that Gem has been stricken by a plague of nihilism as of this season of Wood, or something similar. Have you been there since?"
His question seemed directed at the three Exalts in general, with no shortage of enthusiasm and pride on his part, though White Heron wasn't the type to dignify a stranger, especially one from the inlands, with any such casual chit-chat. It's likely be left on the Solars.
Sho gave a quizzical smirk as the stranger approached. He eyed him with amusement and intrigue, as the newcomer passed some money Darud's way. Upon his questions, the Twilight's ears perked up, and he quickly responded.
"Well, I haven't been lately, but in the past I've made a few brief appearances. They were bright and merry as ever, I'll wager, but this was before the last season of Wood, so it's old news. I suppose you've heard of this situation then?"
"It's why I'm headed to Gem," he said with a sort of enthusiasm that was frightening in its lack of dignified precedence. "Well, that's not entirely true. Gem is a place I've been trying to take a look at for a while now, but in light of the recent rumors, I figure now's as good a time as ever."
He thrust his hand out to the one who he could not know as an Exalt simply from looking at him. "I am Zabasaz, it's great to meet ya."
Sho caught the hand with enthusiasm and shook hard with his own. His wiry arm moved frantically, almost too enthusiastically.
"Well met sir, well met. I am Sho Six Times Blessed Angler of the South Horizon. If that's a bit too long for you then The Sixler will do just fine. Or Sho, I'll allow that as well. Good good, now friends, introduce yourself to ole Zabasaz here. Am I saying that right?"
Sho was all smiles and nods, until he realized he had not stopped pumping the newcomer's arm up and down vigorously this whole time like a machine. He chuckled, then released, making an embarrassed gesture in an attempt to smooth the situation over as he ushered the others forward.
The female of the group set her eyes suspiciously on the jade-bearing newcomer. Perhaps her comrades were not entirely capable identifying the metal as red jade (except maybe the Twilight, although his narcotic-induced stupor might have dulled his senses slightly) but she was entirely aware and therefore suspicious of the fact that this man carried one of magical materials. Then again, it was not uncommon of a noble to carry around artifacts simply for the show of wealth, and this man had not actually shown -attunement- to any of these items. The articulated plate armor could simply be steel with a jade overlay for show, and the daiklave could simply be a light decoy.
Quite honestly, seeing an Exalt carrying jade was slender considering Gutan wasn't exactly the hub of attention for any Exalt of any sort, without proper invitation of course.
"I am White Heron, that man is Darud Bashar," she said, gesturing at the dark-skinned man who was addressing the caravan driver. "He is Leo," she finished, gesturing to the one who seemed unattentive.
"Splendid to meet you all," enthusiastically chimed the wealthy gentleman. "I take it preparations are in order then. I'll not be a burden, I promise."
Two weeks later, approaching sunset at a caravan half way to Gem...
Zabasaz approached the caravan driver and gave him a curt nod in greeting - not to be rude, but just to spare unnecessary pleasantries.
"Is there anything I can do to assist you, I can't help but feel I'm nothing but a burden riding along all day," declared the man, hand resting pridefully on the red jade daiklave at his hip.
The man looked him over briefly and gave him a dismissive wave. "You can keep watch, we're in dangerous territory."
"Quite dangerous actually. I've spent a great deal of time in this region and I can say that it's not famous for it's hospitality." The massive man spoke as though he cared very little for the white haired tag-a-long. He sized him up, noticeably, allowing Zabasaz to realize what he was doing. His gazed halted on the daiklave resting on his targets hip, "Can you actually wield that weapon, or is it just for show?"
Zabasaz had found it stunningly difficult over the past two weeks of travel to get any semblance of an amiable relationship out of this man called Leo. In fact, it seemed almost as though the man was predisposed to despise him, like Zabasaz was of a social archetype that Leo just couldn't stand. This was likely the exact description and nature of things.
His eyes went down to his own daiklave, hearing Leo's words, and he let loose a chuckle. The chuckle was suppressed laughter if anything, he would had bursted out as loud as possible were he not trying his best not to sound like a pompous jackass for this man.
"Ah, yes. Perkele and Hathor. I assure you, there are very real. As for whether or not I can wield them... well, let's leave that for when this so-called 'dangerous territory' plays its hand, shall we?"
The man maneuvered his hip just enough to show Leo that there was not one daiklave sheathed there, but two - two handles nearly identical in shape, making two supposed artifacts appear as one.
It seemed on cue that the first night the caravan entered high-risk territory, danger reared its ugly head. For in the distance, the likely silhouettes of hostile outlaws out for the riches they carried emerged over the distant dunes of the desert, visible only due to the stars and Luna herself that illuminated the sky behind them.
Something was strange about these silhouettes, though. They seemed slender, and a few of them luminous. Perhaps these were the ghost bandits that they were warned about. Whether this was the case or not, Zabasaz's back was to them, and Leo, who was likely facing Zabasaz during their discussion, would have a perfect view of them over his shoulder. Following Leo's gaze, Zabasaz too was made aware of their presence.
"Well my friend, it appears your question is about to be answered right soon. To arms! Hostiles are afoot!"
Almost as though signaled by Zabasaz's rousing cry that the time of their ambush was short, the distant assailants began a charge for the caravan. Upon moving closer, it became clear to those viewing that only two of the attacks were 'ghosts' - or more specifically, humanoid ghosts wearing bandit attire and wielding southern scimitars. The rest of them, perhaps two or three dozen, were actually skeletons armed with some form of shoddy equipment like swords and spears, a half dozen even armed with bows and firewands, though one experienced in the dark art of Necromancy would wonder if the walking dead had the mental acuity to reload and prime a firewand after firing.
No sooner had those words left Zabasaz's mouth, The Sixler vaulted over the top of a cart, charging towards the enemies. His cloth-shod feet beat a steady tatoo on the dusty sand of the desert path. He hollered an incoherent muttering, and an empty bottle labled XXX fell out of his oversized pants pocket. The man hefted a large metal club, with several sharp-edged flanges on its head. Upon closer inspection, one would find the weapon to be hollow, and the head hid a small hole, belying some other purpose. As Sho ran, foul smelling water spilled from this small hole, and more splashed out of the larger hollow at the base of the weapon's handle. But by now, the Six Times Blessed Exalt was upon his foes. He let loose another crazed yelp, and slipped. A skeleton was facing the Solar, spear pointed dangerously towards Sho, but his timely slide allowed the man to dodge his impending impalement.
Upon slipping, Sho slid on the sandy ground, skidding underneath the skeleton. After he had cleared this foe, he leapt up, whirling around and smashing his mace into the ribcage of the corpse. The bones fell apart with a clatter, but before the skull could hit the ground, Sho caught the falling head, pulled back his arm, then pitched the enemy head into another skeleton, knocking off the creature's own skull, causing the undead man to fall to pieces. Sho grinned, head in a drug-addled daze, endorphins pumping through his veins. He called out to the rest of the caravan.
"C'mon, me hearties, there's plenty of fodder for all of us! Join the fray!"
The giant Solar's heart jumped at the sight of the invading force. It had been too many long days and night with absolutely nothing of interest for the experienced traveler. Finally he would have the opportunity to earn his wage for the trip. One of the other members of the crew, the lazy one, was ironically the first one on the scene. It seemed that he had only come along for the fun, but none of that mattered now. Leo had to hurry or there would be nothing left for him to tear into.
He bounded off towards the enemy at an alarming rate for anything of his size. He had one of the many skeletons accompaning the ghost bandits in his sights the entire way. The enemy was well aware of it too, stopping its advance on Sho along with several others close to it. They readied themselves, or so they thought, to recieve Leo and begin combat. However, Leo had no intension of leaving any room to react between each of those. As Leo approached the lead skeleton, the one Leo had eyed, it brough its schimitar up over his head to strike the Solar when as he arrived. Unfortunately, it had greatly misjudged how quickly the behemoth was moving and was far too late. Lowering his shoulder, Leo allowed his momentum to carry him into the skeleton. The armor-clad battering ram collided with the skeleton blowing him to pieces all around where it once stood, with the schimitar sticking into the ground at his exact final location.
He slid to a hault a few meters from the impact site and spun round. Another one of them was upon him, but Leo reacted quickly gripping the smooth bone skull in one of his powerful vicegrips. He gave the enemy just enough time to realize what was about to happen before he crushed its skull into dust. Leo roared with excitement at it all, relishing the thrill of the battle, "Hahahaha! If you don't hurry there won't be anything left for you to test those blades on, Zabbasa!"
At last, thought Zabasaz. A chance to shake off the rust.
Zabasaz hurriedly drew both weapons from their sheathes, and to any that watched, it was acutely clear that they were, indeed, a pair of Red Jade Reaper Daiklaves. Sixler would know, for a Twilight Caste was near incapable of mistaking any product of craft, especially when the product was made of one of the magical metals. Jade was reserved for Exalts, just as Orichalcum, and Red Jade was typically the swiftest of them all, chosen by Fire-Aspect Dragon-Blooded.
But that meant...
Raising the blades overhead, essence swathed in flaming curls down Zabasaz's arms and washed over his body for a brief instant, and he entered what one might recognize as a practiced martial arts stance. Then, hurling himself into battle, his movements emulated a flickering flame, difficult to follow and capable of becoming a source of destruction at any given moment.
In seconds, Zabasaz was amongst the horde of undead. He approached like a tiger, prowling low and swift, but when he was among the foes, his tiger-like precision was matched by his dragon-like fury. Quickly, each hand's daiklave thrust into a separate skeleton, one on each side of him, sundering their armor like rotted tree bark and cracking their spines open like weakened tree limbs. Then, ripping his blades loose of their torsos, he turned in a practiced twirl, swinging both of the blades at the hips of the same skeletons, deconstructing them with frightening efficiency. The swinging blades maneuvered so that one was held behind him and one in front, both simultaneously parrying an incoming attack and riposting in an endless onslaught.
It was clear that between the three of them, these skeletons would not survive particularly long. Clear to them, and clear to the ghost bandits commanding the forces.
The caravan defenders lined up along the side of the caravan itself, their shoddy blades and bows readied, but they didn't begin their assault. Rather, they watched with awe as the two that were so curiously hired as the caravan's "only necessary defenders" took care of the work for them, with the assistance of the wealthy man who had bought himself passage as well and had previously seemed eager only to simply meander along with them, not quite a burden but indeed, not quite a helper.
"You'll find these blades are tried, tested, and true!" Zabasaz's response to Leo belied an equal enthusiasm to finally have some action.
Sho was happy, truly happy. He spun around, stomping on a skeleton's foot, crushing its bones beneath his cloth shoe. He twisted his torso, grabbing the skeleton's scimitar, ripping its arm from its socket. He finished the skeleton by sending a strike to its chest with his mace, and the monster clattered to pieces.
The man turned to watch the other two reaping a swath of destruction through the bone men. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he ducked, narrowly dodging a spear strike, before tripping the offending skeleton. He couldn't cast in the thick of battle, but then again, it was probably for the best, what with an entire caravan watching and him being anathema, after all. Not that this occurred to the strung out Exalt, of course. The Sixler turned his attention to one of the gleaming figures that seemed to be leading the assault, and dipped to scoop up a handful of rocks. He quickly hurled one at the shining foe, and with his deadly accuracy, it was unlikely to miss. Of course, being a pebble, it might not do much to a ghost, but that didn't stop Sho from trying.