SHHH, YOU'RE REVEALING THE PLAN TOO SOON ASHEN!Pffffttt!!! If the votes end with a girl named Cedric, I'm going to have to put up the two nickles meme.
Something like this, but I don't have the knowhow to edit "a vote ended with a person with a name that doesn't sound appropriate for their gender" into it:
Yer' A Lancer, Kid! (Or, You Are A Lancer In An Anime Fantasy Setting, Good Luck)
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[X][BACKGROUND] MY LEGACY SUCKS
[X][CLASS] A MAGE!
[X][GENDER] A GUY!
[X][ARCHETYPE] THE HOT-BLOODED HERO
[X][NAME] Cedric
[X][CLASS] A MAGE!
[X][GENDER] A GUY!
[X][ARCHETYPE] THE HOT-BLOODED HERO
[X][NAME] Cedric
Vote's Closed
Phew. We did it boys, misunderstandings are now more!
Brothers of Rogue and Knight! I beseech you to choose Monk. Along with being one of the martial classes, it allows us access to ninjutsu, so we can run with our hands behind our back and activate our shyoaeringun.
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Tyrant_Rayne
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Ehh I'd say roll for it.
That way everyone has an equal opportunity of being pissed.
UNKNOWN01
Nobody knows me... I feel lonely!
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Eh, I'll wait... 10 minutes before rolling.
In case anyone's interested in changing.
Could I bargain for 30? I've got a very solid 🌯 with your name on it.
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I'd say Mage, as the contrast between "our heroine shouting out attack names when punching the bad guy" and "reserved guy with tragic family history who stays back and keeps Cedric reasonable" is larger, as mages aren't as physically engaged in a fight as monks are. Also, cursed bloodlines for extra drama!
The fun of the "bro/rival" archetypes is that the best of the best have always broken them, remolded them or found some way to make it unique. Classics are gold, yea, but those classics were once new and unique. To truly rise to the top and above the others, we must go beyond ground that's been traveled. And a cursed bloodline comes free of charge!
UNKNOWN01
Nobody knows me... I feel lonely!
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Nah, I'm going to be a bit busy in a few hours, and I would personally like to post before that.
Speaking of... It's rolling time!
The Dice hath spoken!
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Omg! A nat 1!
UNKNOWN01
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The dice says that you will die in the next update :/
Gg guys, one last post and well end the quest!
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Well, if this thread is to have one last post in it, I'd best make this one as meaningful and profound as I can.
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Yep. I hope that my message to humanity reaches all. It's worthy of such.
Brruuuuuh. I thought Monk was 1, because it was on top. Coulda sworn there was no text.
Celebrated too early. Seems like activating our
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Wait! Naruto is basically punchy wizards who throw things.
Attaining
If we replace 'brood' with 'find some dark power to bargin with to remove our curse for the sake of DRAMA!'
I mean probably. That's probably how this quest's world works.
Woah….they do throw a lot of things.
And I have yet to see a fight where they din't throw hands.
*sighs agonizingly slowly* It just isn't the same without the refined, unbridled edge that could be generated by brooding and pushing everyone away who likes us.
Ouch, cut my finger from thinking about it.
03 - Wake Up (And Don't Break Stuff!)
UNKNOWN01
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[X][BACKGROUND] MY LEGACY SUCKS
[X][CLASS] A Mage!
[X][GENDER] A Girl!
[X][ARCHETYPE] THE HOT-BLOODED HERO
[X][NAME] Cedric
[X][CLASS] A Mage!
[X][GENDER] A Girl!
[X][ARCHETYPE] THE HOT-BLOODED HERO
[X][NAME] Cedric
—and so, the scene played yet again, for just one to witness.
The village was one which existed at the border of the nation, it was rather small, although more than one would argue that it was a medium sized place, and it was usually a very quiet place, were most people preferred to look away the moment something scandalous happened.
If one were to take a stroll through it's silent streets, they would notice that the residents of such place held their gazes firmly into the ground beneath their feet, avoiding eye contact with anyone, avoiding speaking about the trash lining the streets, avoiding speaking about the new rumors about the actions of their lords, avoid speaking about the famine that had ravaged the land, avoiding speaking about the giant manor which existed atop of a nearby hill.
Almost as if it were looking downwards on them, as if it were mocking them.
Tonight, however, under the quiet, comforting gaze of the moonlight above, the people of this vllage, from the sickest elder to the newborn child, had joined together to gaze in awe of the sight which laid in the distance.
The manor atop the hill, the place were their lords had lived, the place that had served as their seat of power...
It was coated in flames, almost as if someone had decided to get rid of a cursed object by casting it into the fire.
For a short time, on one in this crowd spoke.
None dared to hope for such visage to be true, for it might just vanish once they shed their eyes away from it.
Until...
"Haaah..." A young woman was the first to truly react, her legs giving in beneath her, hands intertwined together, as if praying to the heavens above, with tears running down her face.
"It's over..." She spoke, her voice shaking, yet fillied with hope, "It's over...!"
And with this, the dam broke.
One by one, one after the other, every person in the crowd started to react to the seemingly magical sight, they cheered and cried and prayed.
A duo of husband and wife embraced, both showering the other with small kisses as if they were back in their honeymoon, having lost their son to the blade of their lord's executors, for the crime of standing against such mistreatment.
An elder man wrapped his granddaughter in a warm hug, the tears in their eyes serving as a sign of mourning, for the young woman who had served as both daughter for one and mother to the other had been taken away by their lords, never to be seen again, and joy, hoping that the fire which now consumed the manor would set her spirit in peace.
...And yet, there was one single witness who didn't cheer, one single person who was not joyful at the sight of the burning manor.
In one of the many alleys in the village, was a young man hidden in the shadow, a cloak hiding away his features.
(They are cheering... They...)
His fist were clenched, his teeth were pressing against each other so hard, one might think they would break.
(You... You...! Ingrates...! You lowlifes...!)
A part of him urged him, begged him to act, to do something about the rabble which infested the streets, which cheered for his bloodline's supposed demise.
(I...! I...!)
And yet...
(It's... Not your fault... Isn't it...?)
He took a deep breath, a choked sob coming out of his lips.
(They were... And I didn't...)
And so, the young man ran.
(I... I can't...!)
He ran and ran and ran and ran.
(Why...!? Why...!?)
And yet, even as he cried, even as he ran...
(Stop...! Stop it...!)
The moonlight shone upon him, her beautiful light following him, jo matter where he ran, no matter where he hide, no matter how much time might pass, the moonlight shone upon him—
"—Gah...!?" A choking sound comes out of your lips as you awaken from your sleep, adrenaline quickly pumping through your veins, making your heart beat frantically, as you lift your torso in panic.
As you open your eyes, the first thing you take note of is the cruel, disgusting feeling of the warm sunlight assaulting your vision.
You blink once, twice, thrice even before realizing that you, indeed, have means to defend yourself from the sun's tyrannic attack against your eyes, such as your arms, one of which quickly moves to cover you from the onslaught.
It takes you about a minute to realize the situation you find yourself into, before letting out a long drawn groan.
A nightmare, a good night of sleep's greatest foe from within, and your new sworn enemy, from this very moment and until the end of time.
You rub your eyes using your defending arm, and take a moment to finally see your surroundings.
This is, of course, your bedroom, in your apartment, which serves as your home.
There's little to be said about it, a door which leads to a tiny living room that has a kitchen on one corner, which in itself connects to a bathroom and to the outside, a bed, which you choose to put at the side of a window inside the room, and four walls, which are very helpful.
It is, in general, a very comfortable place to live, if you are allowed to say so yourself, and at a good price, too! Sometime ago, you felt that your faith in the merchants had been thoroughly broken, but thankfully, you were shown that there were still honest poeple in this world.
"..." It takes you remarkably short time to reach a decision about what to do now that you are awake.
You quickly let yourself fall back into the welcoming sheets of your bed, making sure to turn away from that cursed sunlight which attempts to stop your leisure time, and pray to Meros to let you back into his web of dreams, where you hope that you'll find a better thread to fall onto.
...At least, that was your idea, until a growling sound made it's uncalled presence know to you.
You are hungry.
"...Ughhh." A low, unintelligible grunt comes out of your mouth as you proceed to grab onto your drifting consciousness with all your might, as your consciousness attempts to fight back against your grip and enter the dreamland once more.
Slowly, you raise your head from your pillow, against your mind's pleading and begging, in order to shake off the shackles of drowsiness from your hazy mind.
Miraculously, you manage to move around enough to sit at the one of the edges of your bed, idly wondering if the gods truly needed for any hour before noon to exist at all.
Regardless, you manage to stand up, walk away from the siren's call that is your bed, stumble your way across the living room, and finally reach your desired location: the bathroom.
A splash of water hits your face as you stare at your reflection inside the mirror...
[ ][APPEARANCE] #1
[ ][APPEARANCE] #2
[ ][APPEARANCE] #3
[ ][APPEARANCE] SOMETHING ELSE...?
Coffee.
Some call it the nectar gifted from the gods, as a precious demonstration that they indeed cared for their creations below, a gift that granted the heaven's preferred creations strength to push onwards day by day.
Some call it a demon's temptation made liquid, hooking up the bodies and minds of men since the day it was found to itself, making them unable to function without it, like a vile drug.
Personally, you were a firm beliver on the first camp, and halfway prayed that whoever spoke such vile lies about the heavenly drink would soon face their sins, preferably by way of the sharp edge of a sword.
'Hm... A little too violent... Oh well, they would deserve it.' You think to yourself, a satisfied smile on your face.
A light breakfast; a beautiful cup of coffee, a slice of bread, and some meat on the side, was surely the way the heavens wished for one to spend their mornings.
You take a sip of the beautiful black liquid which rests on the cup, which rests on your hands, which will soon rest in your stomach, before frowning.
'Bitter.' Is your only thought about it.
Now, you are fine with bitter coffee, after all, only children and weak willed people would say no to such delicacy just because of that flavour!
...But! However, you can fully understand the reasons why one might desire to, ah, 'spice it up', to call it one way, with things such as sugar, milk or cream, of course. You were magnanimous like that.
As such, you took a moment to let your beautiful black tears of heaven on the table, and searched for some sugar.
Sweet, sweet sugar.
"Hmm... How disappointing..." And soon, you find yourself a problem, a minuscule one, which is that you have ran out of sugar.
This is, of course, a minuscule, meaningless issue, and won't stop you from enjoying your breakfast, and yet...
'!!!'
Something runs through your back, like a shock of lightning, as a sense of dread starts building up inside your chest.
"Ridiculous..." You tell yourself, as you feel something itching in the back of your mind, something that, you feel, you have forgotten, something that, if it were to come to the front, would be screaming at full volume. That's how you feel.
You move swiftly, as the itch grows more and more, towards the place were you safeguard your funds.
You open a drawer in the living room, a lone sack residing inside of it, as your hands quickly snatch and open it, for you to peek inside.
"Grk...!?" A muffled scream dares to leave your lips.
Inside, there's a bunch of coins: most of them brown, made with copper, and a handful, silver in colour and material.
"W–Wait, h-hold up...!" A primal fear overtakes you, as you make the culations inside of your head.
'A-Alright, so, I had 25 golden coins, right!? A-And I've been here for... Five-ish months? Right? So, if a hundred coppers are equal to one silver... And a hundred silvers a gold... H-How much have i been spending again...!?'
This isn't good.
No, it's far beyond the realm of 'not good', it's so beyond 'not good' that 'not good' might as well not exist! This is a catastrophe!
"Gaaaah...!?" With a pitiful, desperate cry, you fall to your knees, your mind running a hundred thoughts per second, as a terrifying revelation becomes obvious in your mind.
"I-I..." You sob, a series of muffled sound come out of your mouth as you are forced to acknowledge your situation.
"I... I-I'm broke...!" You cry, tears filling your eyes.
By the time you're finished, your coffee is cold, and your spirit, broken.
'Step one: reach out to the Ether in your surroundings.'
You take a deep breath, sitting on the ground in meditational position, your legs crossed, as you focus the world which surrounds you, on its essence, known as Ether, and carefully grasp onto a few strands of such with your hands, even as they revolted and fought against your touch.
One must maintain absolute control over their emotions for exercises like these. No room for idle thoughts or panic.
Magic. An art, a science, a gift from Heavens, and so, so much more.
It requires a calm mind and a strong soul, for there is no room left for weakness when it comes to redirecting, reshaping, and controlling the Lifeblood of the World, for a single mistake can cause doom for those who fail to properly harness it.
...Those were the words of your teacher, at least.
Urda Levas wasn't a particularly good person, nor a great mage, not even someone of renown, but he had experience in the field, was capable enough, and lacked any major blunders in his resume, so it was a decent choice for a magic instructor... The fact that the man was cheap enough to be easily brought, even when considering your family's monetary position was definitely a bonus.
The man was a professional, at the very least: he didn't cared for the reputation of your family nor the whispers behind his back for accepting such position, the only thing that man cared about was how much he would be paid for his job and how to do it correctly.
You recall his words and teachings as you refine the Ether in your hands into something stable, something malleable, something controllable.
Something lesser.
'Step two: refine the Ether into Mana'
Ether was, by its very nature, chaotic and uncontrollable, with only experienced Mages being able to mold it safely, and even then, most of the time they would choose to err on the side of caution and only use raw lifeblood when in a pinch.
By using one's soul and mind to bring it to a more stable state, it also lost a great deal of its raw power.
And yet, most Mages would describe this sacrifice as more than worth it: researchers as they might be, they weren't reckless nor fools ready to lay down their lives without a good reason.
'Step three: visualize the form you want, and shape the Mana into such'
And so, with one final breath, you focused on an element, willing the Mana in your hands to along with your desires, and watched as it took the form of—
[ ][ELEMENT] Flame which burned in the palm of your hand.
[ ][ELEMENT] Wind which danced softly in between your fingers.
[ ][ELEMENT] Water which flowed as it levitated above your touch.
Well, I actually had to cut almost half of what I wrote here, and I can take some pride in that!
I'll let you know, searching for images for the monk and the mage once it was obvious that they would win was wild, because I found so few things that fit my image of the monk, and I left with a strange appreciation of Twitter artists and the Genshin community, oddly enough.
Anyways!
First view of Kara and how he's doing and what is his deal!
No Heroine yet D:
Soon to be rectified!
So, yeah, 1-2 days sound fine for the moment!
Bye!
I'll let you know, searching for images for the monk and the mage once it was obvious that they would win was wild, because I found so few things that fit my image of the monk, and I left with a strange appreciation of Twitter artists and the Genshin community, oddly enough.
Anyways!
First view of Kara and how he's doing and what is his deal!
No Heroine yet D:
Soon to be rectified!
So, yeah, 1-2 days sound fine for the moment!
Bye!
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Tyrant_Rayne
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[X][APPEARANCE] #1
The edgiest, most dark I could see. 2nd looks too innocent, 3rd looks too happy.
[X][ELEMENT] Water which flowed as it levitated above your touch.
Suitable for the kind of character we'll likely be playing.
No…what have we done? We've created the perfect foils and couple!
We we're supposed to destroy the romance subplot, not join it!
The edgiest, most dark I could see. 2nd looks too innocent, 3rd looks too happy.
[X][ELEMENT] Water which flowed as it levitated above your touch.
Suitable for the kind of character we'll likely be playing.
Wait…guy with a girly name…girl with a guy-like name.
No…what have we done? We've created the perfect foils and couple!
We we're supposed to destroy the romance subplot, not join it!
Tyrant_Rayne
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Don't forget to put an X inside each bracket.
Your vote won't count otherwise.
