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Eh, there will be betrayals between the NPCs, but it wouldn't really fit the RP to have the players do it.



You, shaddapa you face.

Anyway, I'm going to give it until next week before we kick off, since some people are still working on their bio.

But this is war isn't it? It'd make sense to have some sleeper agents.

Name : Bylueal Rocksmith

Gender : Male

Age : 24

Faction : Organization

Personality : On the outside, the original Bylueal was a bit charismatic if he wanted to, he was a gentleman, and would first use a diplomatic solution before starting a brawl. He was polite, would be casual and comforting to woman (and certain men), and most of all, would take things into consideration before coming to a decision.

The actual Bylueal was far from that. He was loud, cruel, and believed nothing else mattered but him, and his career. He would take revenge against anyone he disliked, even if it took a while to achieve it. He was also a bit of a sadist, and toyed with anyone if he took the advantage in a fight. And speaking of fights, he's pragmatic, and would stoop as low as to take someone hostage if it meant a victory. Admitting, he does seem to exhibit a bit of kindness to those who are persistent in joining his company. It seems the current Bylueal has retained this personality, although is more liable to be the latter.

Appearance : Tall, dark, and handsome like his former self, he still retains the lean gruffness he had in his rough, later days. His tanned skin goes smoothly with his jet-black hair, which is gelled back. His eyes has a devious glance, and is usually hidden behind a pair of shades that he seems to always have on him. He wears a grey T-shirt with his former band's logo, a Skeleton with multiple arms playing the various instruments they used. As it's not much in the way of protection, he wears a modified leather jacket, padded to absorb blows, and on the back of it, it has a Cactuar with “1000 Needles” under the picture. He wears leather pants too, with reddish sneakers.

Bio : His world was the kind of world where if you weren't the type to sell your friend for a single coin, you were probably dead. That wasn't to say Bylueal was a penniless orphan, he came from a rich family, so he was more of the spoiled brat kind. His hobbies from then was to toy around with the poor, laugh as they fought each other for thrown coins, fighting the local children, and so on. He grew a reputation

No one around him could fathom why he chose creating a band when he got older. Perhaps he saw a band playing one day, and thought it would be fun, perhaps he found a love for music, whatever the case may be, he chose it, and devoted his life to it. At first, the band was horrible, the hired members were annoyed at his unruly behavior, and the band blazed through members after members in record time. Due to a stroke of luck, Bylueal found loyal members, who somehow believed he would be great (the general reason, anyway). They weren't wrong in this, as Bylueal quick grew into fame as they started.

At this point, Bylueal was a celebrity, people enjoyed his music, and he was quite popular. However, he later dealt with the dark, seedier areas of the world. He was involved in crime, he vandalized public areas, and was quickly becoming a wreck of his former self. His band mates still tolerated this behavior, and eventually, they might've succeeded in reforming the jerk.

Too bad he died due to mysterious circumstances, and his Nobody joined the Organization for “The greatest tour in history”.

Weapon of choice : His guitar, known as High Rider. As it has been with Bylueal for so long, and bathed in blood (from continuous use as a bludgeon), it has gained magical powers, even without modifying it. First and foremost, it allows Bylueal to float in mid-air, not truly flying, but allows him to stay stationary and move at the same time. Second, he can cast magic with it, and if there are any speakers around, the effect is greater as the spell will also fire from them. Lastly, it's a very good club, and was specifically made for that sort of thing.


He would probably have Groupie Nobodies with him, just normal Dusk types with leather jackets and speakers. So yeah.

dam son, characters on both sides?

I must jump on the bandwagon. And seeing how we have a rather chivalrous member of the Org, I present a rather more morose Castle Knight. And also just to be a foil to Kyzak's dude. Probably still has typos but I'm happy with this overall.

Name: Gennedy Zakharov

Gender: Has a Y chromosome

Age: 42

Faction: Castle Knights

Personality: Gennedy is the consummate professional. Three principles dictate his life of which only two are known to the public. The first is to be polite. The second is to be efficient. The third and final principle he keeps to himself. Politeness is obviously just a part of doing business which went well with efficiency; which meant he was rather pragmatic at times. There were times where he let emotion sway him but such instances were rare and little correlation was found between them. It didn’t help that he liked to keep to himself most of the time. He’d never mince words when he spoke however, which may be off-putting but they simply contained the truth. Another effect caused by his second principle also meant that Gennedy had little time for games if it did not yield any result. After all, as a professional, he was serious and took pride in what he did, even if it wasn’t as glorious as many people seemed to think.

Appearance: The first things you’d notice when you encountered this tall and wiry man was his mask and his coat. He was wearing a complete white ceramic face mask that had dark parallelograms leaning towards the centre where his eyes would be and a red smile that ran the majority of the width shaped like a stretched ‘w’. Hiding his ears was unruly black hair. His coat was such a deep blue it was almost black. It joined from his collar down to below his waist where it parted at an angle for his feet. The inside of the coat was maroon. The rest of his attire was similarly blue, which consisted for a pair of regular pants, a belt from which equipment could be hung and a vest not unlike in function of the belt. His shoes on the other hand, are a spit-shined black, and only slightly blue to the special polish Gennedy uses. Another interesting thing about him was that he only ever wore the insignia of the Castle Knights in the presence of other knights, removing or putting it on temporarily when no one was looking.

Bio: Gennedy had always been a quiet and lonely child, keeping to himself, even in presence of his family. However, his quiet nature kept hidden his secret training that he used to pass the time whenever social obligations had not occupied him. He was found out by a passing Castle Knight one day, who thought he had potential. Much convincing of Gennedy’s parents and silent consent later, he was brought to the academy.

It was time well spent making himself known as one of the betters but never admitting it. Because unlike other young hopefuls, he never had an ideal to follow, no hero nor figure he emulated. Simply put, he did whatever he could within the bounds set by the academy, whether they were looked on favourably or not, almost like a cold, emotionless and rational sociopath, albeit a quiet one. It was the easiest way to go about in life, doing what you were told and not thinking too hard about the clear blue sky. That may also explain why he was sent on more covert tasks, leaving the boisterous idiot heroes and upstarts determinators to do what they did best, be loud and distracting whilst he achieved his objectives quickly and quietly where he could.

This certainly did not help him in terms of magic, which he saw little use for when something more substantial and less flashy would suffice. Either way, it was around the time they started teaching magic that he took to wearing a mask. True to his quiet nature, he never gave a reason as to why. They thought maybe it would make him look cooler, or shield him from magic but the real reason evaded them. It has remained a part of his person, even in his private time, ever since.

Being one of the older knights, he was on the cusp of retirement from active duty when war finally broke out. Now instead of his simple and plain reconnaissance and acquisition missions that he had been adept at in the past, they were sending him out to kill. Channeling this through his mindset made him something else altogether. Where he once was but an incorporeal shadow, he was now a battlefield assassin and in hushed tones his enemies would utter a single word that stood for him, the Operative.

Weapon of choice: He did not have a weapon of choice. What he did have was a weapon combination of choice. A knife the length and width of his forearm, flat as possible to allow for flight and with a hole twice as big as his finger at the hilt for various grips and a small ring pommel, was one of the two in the combination. Etched on either side of the matte black blade, if the one were to focus enough, were the words, “End Game” on them. The second was a long wire and dark wire about the width of his thumb that could be cut off at any point with a ring hook at the end. He could use them separately but normally he preferred to open with his knife thrown and hooked to the wire.

Added a minor little ability. I felt like he'd be very underpowered against the troupe of superhumans parading around, so hopefully this will keep ol' Pete competitive.

Would Sunday-Monday be too late to put in a bio?

Would it take that long to write a few paragraphs?

Not really, sink in half of an afternoon and you should have a decent bio.

There, added all of ya, now give me some time to read it, darn it.

Don't have as much access to the computer recently.

Write it down on paper? You can copy from paper to computer faster.

Then sink that half an afternoon in segments. I worked on my bio for maybe two and a half hours total over three or so nights when I had nothing else to do.

So, just asking this out of curiosity, can anyone join? Anyone at all?

I mean, I have a bio ready and all..(Well, half-ready... >_>)

You? Unlikely, but show me your bio and I'll give it a fair look before deciding.