Fate/Lair Chaos- A Faction is BL IC

[Shaderic]

You are, or rather were, a completely normal individual. Living a completely normal life. You went to bed, comfortable and safe.

You did not wake up that way.

There was a strange dream, of blood and chaos. It felt like your body was being torn apart, and then the pieces slammed back together. Again and again this happened, until you awoke from your strange nightmare...

In a stranger place.

There are lots of other people here, too. Hundreds, it seems are all in the same boat as you. Lost and frightened.

A voice booms through out the strange corridors and halls, announcing that the three year seal from the world has been completely engaged. You are trapped here.

In this strange subterranean world, filled with strange golems and magics... what will you do?
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Welcome to the Lair, folks.

Please keep the OOC to the OOC thread, unless you're a GM.

PLAYERS
Fangstrike
Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>




Usandru
Name: Andreas Lyngsø
Age: 19
Appearance: Thin, tallish (roughly 180 cm), dark-haired Scandinavian with a beard, blue eyes and glasses.
Personality: A natural introvert with trouble approaching people, but no trouble communicating once contact has been made. Defaults to sarcastic humour. Has traits of "The Trickster" that are normally subsumed by a powerful dislike of hurting others, even with just words. Naturally thinks like an academic, and believes calm analysis and open-mindedness is, usually, the correct way to approach the world. Tries to follow his own opinions and morals as best he can, with a reasonable level of success.
Mundane special talents:

• Calculus-level math.
• Extremely solid pre-university understanding of the humanities.
• Speaks academic level English and Danish. Can comprehend standard German.
• Fundamental understanding of Computer Science (Java and HTML).
• Is very calm under pressure.
• Possesses an unusual level of theoretical knowledge of modern (and pre-modern) military strategy, and to a lesser degree tactics.
• Learns boardgame rules very quickly.
• Basic housekeeping.
• Simple sketching ability.
• Average pre-university level economics.
• Average pre-university level physics.
• Simple acrobatics and gymnastics experience (in disuse).
• High user-level understanding of computer hardware (can troubleshoot, evaluate and assemble).
• High pre-university level Eurocentric history knowledge.
• Scattered but extensive knowledge of Asian history, culture and mysticism.
• No serious medical issues. Ever.
• Competent orator.
• Significant writing experience.
• Understands general logistical principles.
• Is capable of "ignoring" fairly high degrees of discomfort while retaining full mental faculties.

Disadvantages:

• Low physical fitness.
• Near-sighted (-2.0).
• Tends to freeze in "fight or flight" situations.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

EnigmaticFellow
EnigmaticFellow
Name: Christopher Monroe
Age: 18
Appearance: Has black hair and eyes, slightly brown skin, and wears a pair of glasses.
Personality: A man who keeps mostly to himself, Christopher prefers the more sedentary activities as opposed to the more active ones. He likes to read and study anything that interests him, logic being his strong point and main factor in making decisions.
Mundane special talents: Has knowledge in both the computer sciences and genetics due to studying them. In addition, he is a fast learner; though, he is currently unfit due to lack of exercise.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

AlfheimWanderer
Name: Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Age: 27
Other Data

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

Yun
Name: Jon Snow
Appearance: Standing approximately 179 cm high weighing on around 63kg with dark brown hair, lightly tan skin and gray blue eyes. Physically fit, flexible and is of Scandinavian descent.

Personality:
Hardworking and is usually quiet preferring to listen to others talk but is unafraid to add to the discussion if he has something to add or a suggestion to make. Takes life in stride believing that problems or disagreements should be calmly thought through/discussed. Patient and enjoy helping people. Prefers to make his own opinions on people rather than take what other people say for granted.

Mundane special talents:
Language(Fluent in Spanish speaker but , a native speaker of English and understands Portuguese moderately well knows the bare basics of latin).
Gardening(Food Crops(Corn,Tomatoes(various types),Blueberries,Raspberries,Green beans,cucumbers,squash,plums,peppers), Various outdoor Flowers, Orchids)),
Computer related(Programming(Dos,q basic, C++, C, Java, Python,visual basic,I Phone's language,Linux),Networking(LAN,VPNS), Hardware(Computer building, Electronic troubleshooting, circuit design, circuit board building)
Sports(Swimming,Water polo,Gymnastics, Track and Field(800m to 10k) and Cross Country(5k), Soccer),
Basic college level knowledge(History, Chemistry, Physics w/Calculus, English, Biology, Human Anatomy)
Skilled Housekeeper(Basic cleaning and repair of household appliances,surfaces, etc), Cooking(American and lots of dabbling in various other types)
Misc(book binding, sewing, paper making, childcare, Driving(basic license), soap making, knitting)
Fun outdoor recreation(camping, hiking,Cycling, downhill Skiing)
Firearms(fairly wide range of knowledge on firearms with experience limited mainly to handguns.)

Unusual traits/flaws

• High level of discomfort/pain tolerance, along with a ability to grit teeth and ignore it for the sake of accomplishing a goal.
• Extremely calm and usually panics when it involves family or close friends.
• Can read very quickly while retaining a high level of comprehension.
• Bookworm.
• Has ADD.
• Hates being unable to help a grieving person.
• Can swim 100m underwater or 125 above water while holding my breath
• For some reason is good with children/infants.
• Can fall asleep just about anywhere/anytime if I want to and is also a light sleeper.
• Very flexible(Routine stretching and muscle workout)
• Excellent peripheral vision.
• Generally doesn’t despise/hate people.
• Dislikes being the center of attention.
• One bad eye

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

[alfheimwanderer]

Save for the quiet tremors of the earth below, there is utter and absolute silence in the chamber at the heart of the Lair, a great cavern of a place hewn from a perfectly smooth jet-black stone, unmarred save for where it had been engraved with the silver sigils of the Tree of Sephiroth and various wards of protection. A hidden chamber where the spellwork behind the great refuge had been laid, where a homunculus lies in the middle of a ritual circle of runes, her chest rising and falling as her senses reach out through stone and air and water, circuits connecting to the rich flows of prana running through the living lair, her dreaming driving the ponderous gears and golems that enabled the Lair to self-maintain over the centuries it was expected to be in operation.

It is a living place, almost sentient, with a vast and alien intelligence guiding it in its development - in its growth - and in how it sustained its denizens, while protecting them from the world above.

Designed as a refuge against the end of the world by a once-prominent faction of magi, the compound was built into Mt. Fuji and under the surrounding forest of Aokigaraha, using the mountain to store an immense prana reserve for future use. And in the event the worst happened, certain alchemical devices had been installed which could convert Grain/True Ether into prana so the base could continue to operate indefinitely.

For many years since initial construction, the base laid dormant, collecting prana from the grand convergence of ley lines around the holy mountain of Japan, waiting to be used. Once entered, however, the base would seal itself for 3 years, protecting those within from the dangerous of the environment outside (toxic air, experiments run amok, DAAs rampaging, ORT) by the simple expedient of isolating the inhabitants in what is almost an entirely different world.

There, time is shifted, space is bent. The ultimate ark for the end of days.

Unfortunately for the faction that ordered the construction of the Lair, they were never able to use the base they had sunk so much of their resources into, as they were annihilated in a clash with Enforcers from the Association. Its current occupants, summoned to the base from another time and another place, are the denizens of Beast’s Lair.

This is their story.

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The feel of the air is passing strange, almost as if one is underwater, and a moment, there is disorientation as the soft voice echoes in one's mind, mingling with thousands of whispers. Cold tendrils seep into thoughts, and reams upon reams of data on the Japanese language and culture are inserted into the minds of those who entered this place out of time. Perfect knowledge of how to write, how to read, how to speak - and more soberingly, when and where one is.

The year is 1992. The place, an apocalypse bunker built into Mt. Fuji, sacred mountain of Japan...by magi.

Some other key words stick out in one's mind.

Magic Association, Holy Church, Demon Hunter Association.

Words intimately familiar to every man, woman and child brought to this strange new world - but only as fiction - where now, the sobering thought begins to sink in that it is all too real - and they are in it.

Fortunately, it seems they have at least three years before the option to leave is available, as the voice imparts one further piece of knowledge before fading:

Information on the Lair.

The presence fades, the cold recedes, and one by one, those displaced in space and time awaken to the new world, finding themselves in a vast cavern with room enough for many more, surrounded by those they have only ever known as words upon a screen.



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Welcome. If you don't know me, I am AlfheimWanderer, the co-GM of this RP, and I am responsible for Zlol365, Ace, Froggie, Sei, Blackdeath6031, DisLaplace, and Deviatesfish but even if I'm not responsible for you, do feel free to hit me up with questions, comments or concerns at any time. I'm looking forward to working with all of you, and I am grateful to Shaderic for the wonderful idea.

zlol465

'Name': Koshiro Yamada (Not real name, preferred Alias)Age: 19
Appearance: Around 175cm or higher, being of the average joe build. A chinese, he has black hair and looks slightly older due to... not so well taken care of face, and has been mistaken for a japanese or korean in rare occasions. Bears a Singaporean accent in his voice. Other than that, his right thigh is larger than his left due to his experience in fencing.
Personality: The joker. He tends to talk a lot depending on mood, situation and is easily the one that messes up in minor ways. Cheerful on the outside, though has a tendency to go into thinker mode when alone. Most of the time though, decisions are led by emotions, though there is a logic to them as well. Has a serious side to him as well. Gets excited easily as well.
Mundane special talents:
-Has knowledge in fencing, having been in a fencing club as of the time before getting transported to nasuverse
-Has Akido knowledge, but its rather rusty since he has not been to a dojo or anything for a very long time.
-Tends to understand things fast.
-Has knowledge in Chinese and English.
Circuits: 31
Alignment: Fire

Blackdeath6031

Blackdeath6031
GM in charge: AlfheimWanderer
'Name': Suigetsu Ryuuga
Age: 18
Appearance: Approximately 178cm high and of normal build. Obviously unfit, but not obese; though if loose clothing were not his preference, it would be obvious where the fat is generally deposited. Definitely Asian, but of what race is not clear. An accent of both Singaporean and Australian can be heard in his voice.
Personality: Whilst a person who tries to be friendly, he is not good at breaking the ice, or keeping conversations going, which leads to very awkward situations. Tries to be funny occasionally, but generally is much more serious than he would like to be, sometimes returning to logic than emotion. Anti-social, sore loser, apathetic are some of the words which could describe Ryuuga.

Mundane special talents:
· Has experience and is still expanding his programming (currently only knows Java and a very small amount of python) and networking and website design knowledge;
· Average knowledge of computer hardware - building desktops, setting up physical network topologies;
· Concentration and information absorption levels increase as he focuses;
· Very quick to learn languages, especially Asian ones, and is somewhat apt in Japanese mannerisms/styles of speaking and the Kansai dialect;
· Can understand Mandarin (cannot speak);
· Can speak and read basic and some various other Japanese as well as goroawase
· Empathetic and has a habit of considering how his actions and words will affect those around him before enacting them;
· Has an unhealthy interest in weapons and martial arts;
· Some very basic training in Wu Shu (untouched for several years);
· Some skill in cooking, and is a perfectionist when it comes to taste;
· Very fast to learn and near-photographic memory when it comes to things he enjoys;
· Philosophical type;
Flaws to note:
· 'Romantist', but tends to make the worst actions in terms of this;
· Careless;
· Dense;
· Does not drink much water - very dehydrated;
· Inferiority complex, but occasionally uses a tone which makes him seem arrogant;
· Slightly Asthmatic (though not too bothersome);
· Has not touched a pool for about 5 years;
· Initially very, very, very bad stamina;
· Hates memory work;
· Loses concentration easily when he senses something abnormal (especially true for audio)
· No longer as creative as he used to be;
· Strangely marks even slightly-suggestive actions or words as NSFW, and has an unnatural attraction to any females he sees;
· A closet pervert who is into BDSM, but deliberately makes sure he does not let it show in his actions;
· Is not against yaoi, but tends to naturally stay away from it;
· Nearsighted;
· Has visual convergence problems (left eye's point of focus has a difference of about 15 - 35 degrees to the right eye's; ie, has problem with seeing double, and cannot see 3D properly);
· Motion sickness;
· Smells weird smells from cars, buses and car parks/garages which also cause motion sickness;
· Has a peculiar habit to occasionally use 'we' or 'us' to refer to himself instead of 'I' or 'me';
Circuits: 44
Alignment: Water

Aces

Name: Unlock more flags noob >:|
Age: 15


Appearance: Very short, long black hair, Asian.
Personality: For GREAT JUSTICE
Mundane special talents:
Ballroom Dancing
Cooking
I can speak English!
And I'm not blind!
Very basic First Aid training
Website construction/desgin


Flaws:
Asthma
Nonathletic
Lazy
Circuits: 39
Alignment: Wind

Froggie

GM in charge: alfheimwanderer

Name: Louisa Ferre (Froggie)

Age: 27

Mundane special talents:

• Speaks Spanish, English, and French.
• Basic knowledge of programming and computer repair.
• Basic knowledge of karate.
• Basic acting skills.
• Quick to learn and adapt.
• Good at sneaking up on people. (I love doing this)
• Usually very patient.
• Doesn’t get hangovers.
• Can drink copious amounts of alcoholic beverages without becoming drunk.
• Industrial Engineer - Has basic knowledge of accounting, psychology, human resources management, optimization, logistics, chemistry, physics, advanced mathematics, electronics, marketing, business management, project planning, etc.
• Because of current job, has developed good people skills and is an expert at listening, picking out important details in conversation, and feigning interest while exuding an amicable façade, even if bored senseless.

Flaws to note:

• Usually very lethargic and listless during the day.
• Near-sighted. Requires contacts or glasses to be able to see normally.
• Can be casually hurtful without meaning to.
• Is prone to overthinking and overcomplicating simple problems.
• Will procrastinate and laze around unless faced with a deadline.
• Is prone to indecision and wasting time when faced with an “unimportant” choice.
• Despite having a high tolerance to alcohol, will often drink until unconsciousness.
• Very private, keeping emotions and worries bottled up. Prone to occasional emotional outbursts when overstressed.
• Due to an old accident, suffers from occasional knee joint pain. If forced to stand, walk, or run for extended periods of time, will end up developing a limp.

Circuits: 34
Alignment: Average One

Brynhilde

Name: Katherine Yen
Age: 21

Appearance: 160cm, 50kg, slim build with better-than-average upper body strength, shoulder-length black hair, a Japanese-looking face despite being actually of Chinese descent. Luckily – or unluckily – she also appears much younger than her real age, frequently considered by other to be only 16 years old.


Personality: Usually puts on a happy-and-cute girl act, but is in truth very reserved and calculating. She is able to perform well under pressure, and is usually very practical – to the point of borderline merciless. She observes the world, but is reluctant to actively trust anyone or become involved in any kind of binding relationship, preferring to being the ‘shadow king’ rather than the figure taking responsibility. She values self-preservation, and will ensure her safety before she starts considering helping others. That being said, once she had decided to give her loyalty to someone, it would be near impossible for her to forsake it. She would usually attempt to dissolve an argument and keep matters civil for as long as possible, unless she is currently in one of her… moods. She tends to awake as soon as someone enters her room, and she can function well as long as she has around 5 hours of sleep. She also has an ability to ignore stimuli, making her able to tolerate relatively large amounts of pain, noise, high/low temperature, and other distractions. She is therefore able to sleep even when a moderate amount of sound is around - but just not with people coming into the room.


Mundane special talents: Pharmacy degree, basic First Aid training, basic fencing (foil for two years), very knowledgeable on history and geography (and thus maps), speaks English and Mandarin, plays the cello (5 years), Tarot reader, has a keen sense of smell and hearing, good eyesight with no need for glasses, good swimmer, very good communicator due to her pharmacy training and excels at calming down people who are stressed, excellent social skills when meeting new people, very organised and does not delay matters, a member of a 24-hour suicide and panic attack emergency hotline for 7 years, has a good aim with a gun, has a masculine personality and would not shy away from tasks that the society considers ‘guys-only’ (such as physical labour and strong liquor, both of which she can tolerate).




Odd Traits/Flaws:
• Despite her usual appearance, she in fact finds it extremely difficult to connect the two imbalanced, chaotic parts of her personality. In the day, she is usually cheery, friendly, sympathetic to others, and look optimistically at life. In the nights, however, she often switches to a cold, analytical, cynical, and very pessimistic person. She has little to no control over this fluctuation to her moods, something she had mockingly dubbed ‘a diurnal bipolarism’. This ‘dark mood’ can overcome her during the day as well, something that is troubling her deeply, especially as she is supposed to be a healthcare worker and needs to be fit to help others.
• Due to a ‘problematic’ past, she harbours a deep mistrust for everyone, even those who are her friends. As such, she often finds herself at an emotional distance from others, unable to immerse her psyche into the humanity that surrounds her. This, combined with her mood swings, caused her to muse on grave philosophical matters over the past few years. The doubt of how can she ever find the purpose of her life – and the fear that she might never find it before she dies – perpetually haunts her, and prompts her to dark monologues (and changes in her speech) that her flat mate might have to put up with.
• Little to no physical training in recent years, though being a pharmacist has improved her upper body strength drastically (delivery boxes are HEAVY!)
• Very difficult to provoke her, but once she is seriously provoked, she will resort to violence… very quickly.
• Tends to speak very quickly when thinking, and as a result others often find it a little bit hard to keep up with her.




Circuits: 39
Alignment: Water

Dis Laplace

Lair Profile: Dis Laplace
Name:
Alan Law
Nickname: Morale
Age: 19
Appearance: 5'8", Asian, with medium black hair and brown eyes. Medium-slim build. Tends to wear a either jeans and a hoodie under a jacket with a lot of pockets. Wears glasses but doesn't exactly need them. . . most of the time.


Personality: Situational; Base Pesonality: Shy guy, speaks very little. Tends to go out of his way to avoid people when he can do so, excluding certian circumstances. Extremely polite, slow to anger most of the time. Highly curious at times, even to the point of childishness. Strange sense of humor.


Mundane special talents:


-Art: Ceramics. Loves coil and pinching.
-Mental Mapping: Can find locations in regards to where I have previously been.
-Mental Simulator: Can imagine any objects or events as long as they can be described. (Just don't ask me to imagine a dodecadodecahedron or a traumatic event of any sort.)
-Language: Fluent in spoken English. Knowledgeable in Chinese(Cantonese & Mandarin)at an elementary level; completed three years of Spanish at high school(Heavily in disuse).
-Armament Instinct: Instinctively familiar with most conventional weaponary. (This was a complete accident, I swear.) However I have no actual training in most of them.
-Violin: Informal learning (Extremely heavily in disuse)
-Athletics: Competition swimmer(2 years in disuse, but still love swimming); Basic Kung Fu training(heavily in disuse; but can still put up a fight if need to); learned golf (on accident); learned badmintion in college
-Sneaking: Tends to go around unnoticed by others. Has gotten down to a tad to avoid most people.
-Studious: Enjoys studing to a certian degree.
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Flaws/Noteable traits:


-Farsightedness: Far sighted in left eye. Right eye is fine though.
-Sensitive Auditory Sense: Very sensitve to sounds. May sound like a good thing, but there are times where it's too much trouble for it's own good.
-Memory Recall/Retrevial Failure: Some parts of memory may difficult to remember or recall
-Strange-brained: Odd thoughts may appear in mind. May be distracting. May also affect behavior.
-Kleptomania: Does not affect me anymore, but please keep all writing utensils, paper, and all manner of sharp and pointy objects just in case it does crop up again.
-Love of words: Loves literary devices
-Bookworm: Loves books and reading. Can relieve stress.
-Non-sequitur Humor: Sense of humor may spontaneously go through the roof. And by through the roof, I mean it hops onto a mass driver to space and breakdances into the Crab Nebula.
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Circuits: 29
Alignment: Average One

deviatesfish

Name: Shen (Family name), Ren (Given name)


Height: 165 cm (Approximately 5’5”)
Weight: 55 kg (Approximately 120 lbs)


Appearance: Chest length, messy black hair usually a mess but sometimes bound in a ponytail, black eyes, hard to see pupils, lean, athletic build, almost no body fat, Asian. Prefers casual, monotonous clothing, white, gray or black colors. Usually frowns or pouts, unless faking a smile because being watched by someone. Doesn’t like to wear skirts or long socks. Likes baggy sweat-pants. Likes business suits best. Likes high-class clothing. Doesn’t like tight clothing. Have rather long eyelashes.


Personality: Reacts to different people differently.


Will be as polite as possible in front of strangers, taking the most neutral stances and unwilling to show any true emotion. Pathological liar and a hypocrite in front of strangers, but never outright lying, usually misdirecting or omitting information. Always thinking of how to best incapacitate strangers and get away without being caught.


Bipolar to friends and either completely loving or absolutely hating. Moods flip without warning or reason, usually over minute details that others over look. Likes to joke about random things and finds random other things funny even when no one else does. Likes loyal friends and is loyal to friends when others would abandon ship. Hates backstabbers. Clingy towards good friends. Likes when friends are all happy. Dislikes dishonest friends. Tells everything to friends.


Is very detail oriented unless focusing on a greater goal. Doesn’t like boastful people or pushy people. Likes to know about every aspect of a situation before entering it, but will make spontaneous decisions based on mood. Many reasoning and decisions made with emotions even while analyzing the situation without emotions at the same time. Likes sweets. Dislikes clingy people. Is clingy. Doesn’t like people who do good things for the sake of being good; doesn’t like “goodie-two-shoes” type characters, but has a soft spot for people who do good. Has a sadistic side that goes beyond the extreme. Likes to inflict torment and torture with an aggressive passion that is passed cruel and unusual. Quick to violence when provoked. Easily depressed. Has poor self-esteem. Self deprecating and attention seeking.


Is sometimes in one’s own dream world and very strange to others. Likes when girls wear tight clothing. Loves natural blonds.


Mundane Talents:


Languages – Chinese (Mandarin), Casual Japanese, English, Spoken Arabic (learned from high school friend), Spanish (3 years in high school), Ancient Chinese (learned from father)
Martial Arts – Tae Kwon Do 2-dan, Muay Thai practitioner for 8 years, Recreational Tai Chi, Recreational Krav Maga, Recreational Mixed Martial Arts, Recreational Yoga
Extremely Flexible – due to conditioning (Can touch back of head with toes)
Golden Rule – Very Good at Making Money
Business Skills – Finance, Economics, Accounting, Venture Capital Investment, Securities Investment, Futures Investment, Management, Chinese Guanxi Creation
Seduction – Pretty Good at This
Masseuse – Shiatsu, Oiled, Full Body, Qi Gong An Mo
Cooking – Chinese, Japanese, moderately alright at making Western dishes
Household – Cleaning, Maintenance, Knitting
Art – Professional Painter, Recreational Sketcher, Recreational Clothing Designer, Casual digital drawing/painting
Lucid Dreamer – 8 years of regular meditation
Computer Related – C++, building computers, Office, photo editing
Sports – State-Level Varsity Golf, State-Level Table Tennis, Amateur Tennis, Amateur Badminton, Competitive Swimming, Casual Jogging, Casual Basketball, Casual Out-door Camping
Torture and Interrogation – Good at torture, below average at interrogation
Tourist – Have traveled to all the continents of the world, very well traveled in all continents
Analytical – Quick to understand aspects of a subject/topic/object and ways to exploit it
Drifting – Used to go out driving like a maniac for 2 years
Tea – Brews Good Tea of Orient Varieties
Entrepreneur – Helped start up several businesses
Psychology – Studied for two years in college


Odd Traits/Flaws:


Extremely Farsighted – Everything is blurry without glasses, can still read and see, but need to strain/focus eyes
Ilya-sexual – Obsessed with Ilyasviel von Einzbern
Nail biting – compulsive fingernail biting
Cuddles – Personality is like a cat most of the time
Extra-sensitive Hearing – Can hear things from across a campus, usually unnecessary or unwanted things
Procrastinator – When it doesn’t matter
Perfectionist – When it doesn’t matter
Writing – Sucks at this, writes porn
Picky – Very picky about friends, usually sees all a person’s flaws before seeing a single good trait about them
Geeky Memory – Remembers every small detail of all favorite series
Awkward – Doesn’t follow social norms
Unfocused – Easily distracted
Shiny – Easily distracted by shiny things
Should Not Touch Coffee – Becomes hyperactive after consuming coffee (stays up for up to 24 hours with one small cup of regular)
Showers – Likes to stay in hot showers for as long as possible
Bed – Likes to stay in warm, fluffy bed for as long as possible
Depressed – Easily offended or depressed
Lacks Self-Esteem – Believes self to be worthless, tries best to please precious friends and family. Usually feels like failure, likes attention from close friends


Circuits: 56
Alignment: Water


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Spinach

Name: Ryan LaFeverAge: 18


Appearance: 6'6"(198 cm), 210lb (95kg), average build, mostly pale skin from lack of outdoor activities. Extremely thick, short, dark brown hair, that curls as it grows. Shaven. When not shaven, many people tend to mistake him as much older than he actually is, some even going so far as to assume he's well into his 20s.


Personality: Usually detached, he prefers to sit back and observe a situation rather than participating. Will step forward if something catches his interest. Not particularly talkative. Usually brushes aside any kind of insult with an inward retort, never going out of his way to escalate an argument or cause a confrontation. Always thinking about how a situation could proceed, and gets very upset when things turn out unexpectedly. Never outwardly expresses any emotion around people he isn't comfortable with. He keeps a poker face in the company of those he only considers "acquaintances" or "strangers." Opens up slightly to people after getting to know them, but still prefers silence over conversation. Typically rather awkward, and incapable of carrying a conversation for a long period of time. Absolutely abhors boredom, and finds watching others very entertaining. Has been told he's very cold and distant, and because he never tells a lie or sugarcoats the truth, those who aren't already close to him consider him brutal and mean when giving his opinion.


Mundane special talents:
A decent jogger
Excellent health
Fast metabolism
Extremely tolerant of cold weather
Experience in fighting, though not trained
Has ample survival skills
Good culinary skills
Capable of withstanding the spiciest known foods in the world


Mundane flaws
Heavily near sighted (Is there something 10 feet away from me? I can't see it)
No outstanding physical abilities or strength outside of jogging
Bad hearing in the left ear
Sub-par education, hardly paid attention in school. It was boring.


Circuits: 34
Alignment: Wind

Kratosirving

Name: Feaura Malice
Age: 24


Appearance: About 5’ 9” tall, of petite yet well-toned build. Is caucasian with short, shoulder-length red hair and a small ponytail, and green eyes. Has a small scar cutting halfway through her right eyebrow. Sounds like a normal, educated young American woman. Can sometimes be found clutching a long midnight-blue quilt.


Personality: The icebreaker. She can walk into a room and easily start up a conversation with strangers and engage them from the start with an interesting opening. Cheerful on the outside, and acts as someone that others can vent their frustrations on. Most of the decisions she makes are logically thought out, but once she decides upon a course of action she does not like to change it. Once others get to know her, they find that she is actually quite shy. (Except when nude, see below)


Mundane special talents:




-Has knowledge of staffplay, having self-taught herself with hockey sticks and other pole-shaped objects for over fifteen years. It is also how she kept her toned physique


-Decent knowledge in translating Japanese to English. As long as she has a computer and the right programs to do so.


-Likes to walk around in the nude when alone. Can have clothes on or off when others encounter her.


Circuits: Closed
Alignment: Locked

[SeiKeo]

The sounds of your sleep seem now unfamiliar. Humming computer fans, buzzing traffic, screaming drunk partiers...

...replaced. Replaced with an experience rare to most of you: the pure sound of nature. Birds flit about in the air, twittering in the true sense of the word. A stream babbles in the distance, indifferent to your presence. A few inquisitive chipmunks flee into the woods as you wake into their world, an assortment of Adams and Eves in the Garden.

Maybe, it would become urgent to find out how you are here, and for what purpose. But for now, you are at peace, the violence of your dreams forgotten.

The cavern is your oyster. Make of it as you will.

---

As you know, I am Der Leo, GM for the esteemed group of Lianru, Optimus, Elyrin, Airen, and Satehi. Word.

[xelloss]

Name: Somat Richards
Age: 17
Appearance: Long hair, not physically fit but not overweight, tends to wear his hair in a ponytail. Incredibly thick glasses.
Personality: I dunno how to describe my own personality, lol.
Mundane special talents: Animal Care, and not much else.
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

I woke up and the first words out of my mouth were-

"What the fuck."

[Yun]

Stirred from your pleasant dreams by a sudden shift in your surroundings. A soft unyielding surface has taken the place of your comfortable bed and is accompanied by a refreshing breeze bearing the familiar scent of nature with it.

The wildlife bolts as you clutch your head in a desperate attempt to relive the pain besieging your head that is acquiring knowledge at a truly phenomenal rate. Yet just as suddenly as the agonizing pain arrived it fades away leaving behind a rather comprehensive understanding of your current circumstances.

Circumstances that are yours to forge into a new life filled with a endless amount of possibilities. To achieve whatever desire, objective or goal you naively believe to be within arms reach.

_____________


Greetings I am Yun and I'll be your co-GM for the duration of this RP. So my daring or perhaps not so daring group composed up of Erlkonig, RacingR Chaosgreyblood, Bloble, Drakon136 please try to stay alive long enough to save and/or doom the world a couple of times otherwise I'll be bored!~

Bloble

Name: Darko Alexandrov
Age: 16
Appearance: About 6 feet 2 inches in height. Tall, but not lanky, with natural broad shoulders. A young yet mature face with short curly brown hair.
Personality: Polite but quiet in the company of strangers, is loud and boisterous when comfortable. (Yeah, can't really describe myself very well.)

Mundane Special Talents:

Strong Swimmer
Naturally Athletic Body
Fast Metabolism
Fast Learner
Big Eater (eats almost anything except bananas)
Low-Average Music Ability (Piano, Flute, Vocal)
Very Loud and Booming Voice
No Stage Fright/Shyness

Mundane Flaws
Very Slightly Near Sighted
Young and Has Not Yet Completed High School
Slightly Childish

Circuits: <22>
Alignment: <Water>

2ndsly

Name: Nemo Joncker
Age: 21 Cycles
Appearance: Brown Hair, Green Eyes, taned/redish skin, 5'9"
Personality: Measure Twice, Cut Once/Tragedies Happen/All of those clever reasons were wrong.
Mundane Special Talents: Quick Read with Retention/imaginative(spends 1- 2hours a day dreaming up something)/construction/basic engineering/grilling(beef, chicken, fruit, and vegetables)/strawberry preserves(more sugary jelly, also better tasting)

Flaws: new obsessions may distract him from other activities(i.e. food, friends, responsibilities)/while normally mild, when Provoked he may loss his temper and resorts to violence

Circuits: <50>
Alignment: <Fire>

Drakon

Name: Tanner Wlos
Age: 13
Appearance: Medium blond hair, average build, 5'7-ish.
Personality: Too hard to describe myself >_>
Mundane special talents: Little cooking skill
Disadvantages: Lazy, wimpy, little endurance, procrastinates a lot, can't remember much
Circuits: <38>
Alignment: <Earth>

Chaos

Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1

Name: Chaos Greyblood (real name unknown)

Age: 18

Appearance: Average height, has short and dark brown hair and possesses black eyes. Is neither overweight nor excessively fit, has a somewhat athletic build.

Personality: Somewhat keeps to himself at times, but knows when to keep a cool head and when to explode. He has a willingness to learn, but tends to be reckless with things. Wants to try his best in any venture that he attempts and tries to see it through in spite of circunstances.

Mundane Special Talents

- Is talented at writing (Apparently)
- Can cook general meals, nothing overly complicated
- Possesses an amazing accuracy when shooting or throwing objects
- Can see or remember some things that people may miss
- Adapts to circunstances once he knows what's going on
- Can be unpredictable when the need arises

Flaws

- Tends to be easily excitable and impulsive at times
- He becomes a brooding young man when something gets him upset

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

Racing

Name: Nikolai Vladimore
Age: 19
Appearence: Looks very thin at first glance. 169 cm and 60 kg. Long auburn hair, teal eyes and really pale skin. Has a bit of a beard and mustache, but could look girlish if he shaved. Wears glasses, or modified sunglasses when it is too bright. He generally looks... strange, in comparison to most people, but it is hard to point out the strangeness itself.
Personality: Dunno how to describe it.
Mundane Talents: Fast runner, it is noticeable than his legs are more muscular than the rest of his body. Fast metabolism. Fast learner. Has a bit of theoretical knowledge of a diverse amount of matters. First year student of Systems Engineering. Knows a bit of basic housekeeping. Used to play basketball some 6 years ago. Speaks perfect Spanish and knows English. Has very, very good imagination.
Flaws: Low endurance. Bad at dealing with pain. Lazy as hell. Near-sighted. Loses it under too much pressure. Gets very irrational and becomes an asshole when seriously angry. Also has a tendency to get headaches easily.
Circuits: <37>
Alignment: <Earth>

KT

Name: William/KnightTurtle or any variance of thereof
Age: 14
Appearance: 5'4", Asian, with black hair and brown eyes. Rather thin and bony, and tends to wear pretty boring clothing, generally pants and a shirt/jacket appropriate for the season.
Personality: A shy person who hopes people approach him instead of the other way around. Has a large amount of emotional insecurities, and tends to be more susceptible to emotions like anger/jealousy/hate/despair than most people. Seems prideful, but that pops as easily as a balloon next to a needle does. When he finally knows someone, tends to be a tad arrogant, rude, and insulting, however, this just covers up the fact he's willing to be your bitch help you out anytime, anywhere.

Also cries/tears up at the sad parts in every single movie ever.
Mundane special talents:

• Tends to learn academic concepts and such incredibly quickly.
• Capable of remembering a wide variety of random facts.
• Naturally fast, despite being rather unfit.
• Incredibly loyal and tries to help friends when they ask for it/need it in whatever way he can.
• Knows some Latin, the bare basics and quite a few words.

Disadvantages:

• Terribly unfit.
• Has low-mild near-sightedness.
• Barely has a middle-school education.
• Easily susceptible to negative emotions.
• Tends to forget things, no matter how important.
• Has low self-confidence.
• Has mastered procrastination to an art form, and will only start working when the deadline is close.
• Tends to cling to familiarity and friends.
• Picky and primarily carnivorous eater.

Circuits: <22>
Alignment: <Wind>

Neir

Name: Ben / Neir

Age: 25

Description: American. 5'10", short brown hair, ~200 lbs. Solid, somewhat broad build. Generally wears plain t-shirts and jeans. Looks significantly younger, 18-20. Not thrilled about it.

Personality: You already know. Veterinary student. Loves animals. Focuses more on the humor of situations. Generally a jack of all trades, master of none kind of situation.

Skills:
-College Graduate (with all the skills that entails)
-Fencing (sabre)
-low level judo/karate
-guitar
-piano
-cello
-high alcohol tolerance
-basic surgical skills

Flaws:
-sensory integration - senses are enhanced. A flaw because it makes smells, sounds, touches more intense than others would find them to be. It's actually rather a pain in the ass.
-addictive personality - easily caught up in things that are highly stimulating to a ridiculous extent.
-generally unfriendly/poor social skills
-terrible memory for names
Circuits: <43>
Alignment: <Average One>

[Bloble]

Name: Darko Alexandrov
Age: 16
Appearance: About 6 feet 2 inches in height. Tall, but not lanky, with natural broad shoulders. A young yet mature face with short curly brown hair.
Personality: Polite but quiet in the company of strangers, is loud and boisterous when comfortable. (Yeah, can't really describe myself very well.)

Mundane Special Talents:

Strong Swimmer
Naturally Athletic Body
Fast Metabolism
Fast Learner
Big Eater (eats almost anything except bananas)
Low-Average Music Ability (Piano, Flute, Vocal)
Very Loud and Booming Voice
No Stage Fright/Shyness

Mundane Flaws
Very Slightly Near Sighted
Young and Has Not Yet Completed High School
Slightly Childish

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>


I'm sleeping, comfortably and warmly snug in my bed. I want to stay asleep for a bit longer, but I have to get up. Yesterday was a nice day, but the weekend is over, and there will be school tomorrow. I'd better get up quickly-

- quiet tremors of the earth below - Tree of Sephiroth - gears and golems - seal itself for 3 years - ultimate ark - Central Dogma: The chamber of the homonuculus - self sufficient in terms of food produced - Pool of Stars - Crystallization: Prana can be - Bounded Fields offered - Dreaming Net -

- Lair -

My eyes open. I don't move for a moment, not because I'm sleepy, but because my mind is still digesting all of the information that has just been dumped into it. I can't even think; my brain is lagging too much from trying to process all of this stuff.

I don't move for another 5 seconds, when my mind finally finishes processing that info dump.

My first conscious action upon waking up in a completely fictional world with a bunch of people I've never met before, in a time possibly before I was even born is to sit up straight, and look around.

What I see is more than a dozen people around me, all in similar states of disarray. Most seem to be young males, though I don't really look hard enough to notice discrepancies in my quick analysis.

Once I remember how, I lean forward and shakily stand up, noting numbly that I'm standing on crisp clear grass, where I clearly remember it being November.

Ah, there we go. I remember how to talk.

"Ah, damnit. This is real, isn't it?" I speak, not especially loudly, but my voice is naturally loud, and even at this volume the people should be able to hear me. But I don't care. I'm lost in my own world right now.

I look to they sky as I am often bound to do when thinking, and instead of a bright sun or cloudy day, I see a vast ceiling, high up, taller than the CN tower even. And jutting down from this earth and metal sky are several buildings, faintly reminding me of Neon Genesis Evangelion's Geofront.

Damnit, no sky to stare at. I blink, and come to a realization.

No internet.

"...Oh well." I murmur to myself. "It could be worse."

At least I'm still a guy.

[Blackdeath6031]

Blackdeath6031
GM in charge: AlfheimWanderer
'Name': Suigetsu Ryuuga
Age: 18
Appearance: Approximately 178cm high and of normal build. Obviously unfit, but not obese; though if loose clothing were not his preference, it would be obvious where the fat is generally deposited. Definitely Asian, but of what race is not clear. An accent of both Singaporean and Australian can be heard in his voice.
Personality: Whilst a person who tries to be friendly, he is not good at breaking the ice, or keeping conversations going, which leads to very awkward situations. Tries to be funny occasionally, but generally is much more serious than he would like to be, sometimes returning to logic than emotion. Anti-social, sore loser, apathetic are some of the words which could describe Ryuuga.

Mundane special talents:

• Has experience and is still expanding his programming (currently only knows Java and a very small amount of python) and networking and website design knowledge;
• Average knowledge of computer hardware - building desktops, setting up physical network topologies;
• Concentration and information absorption levels increase as he focuses;
• Very quick to learn languages, especially Asian ones, and is somewhat apt in Japanese mannerisms/styles of speaking and the Kansai dialect;
• Can understand Mandarin (cannot speak);
• Can speak and read basic and some various other Japanese as well as goroawase
• Empathetic and has a habit of considering how his actions and words will affect those around him before enacting them;
• Has an unhealthy interest in weapons and martial arts;
• Some very basic training in Wu Shu (untouched for several years);
• Some skill in cooking, and is a perfectionist when it comes to taste;
• Very fast to learn and near-photographic memory when it comes to things he enjoys;
• Philosophical type;

Flaws to note:

• 'Romantist', but tends to make the worst actions in terms of this;
• Careless;
• Dense;
• Does not drink much water - very dehydrated;
• Inferiority complex, but occasionally uses a tone which makes him seem arrogant;
• Slightly Asthmatic (though not too bothersome);
• Has not touched a pool for about 5 years;
• Initially very, very, very bad stamina;
• Hates memory work;
• Loses concentration easily when he senses something abnormal (especially true for audio)
• No longer as creative as he used to be;
• Strangely marks even slightly-suggestive actions or words as NSFW, and has an unnatural attraction to any females he sees;
• A closet pervert who is into BDSM, but deliberately makes sure he does not let it show in his actions;
• Is not against yaoi, but tends to naturally stay away from it;
• Nearsighted;
• Has visual convergence problems (left eye's point of focus has a difference of about 15 - 35 degrees to the right eye's; ie, has problem with seeing double, and cannot see 3D properly);
• Motion sickness;
• Smells weird smells from cars, buses and car parks/garages which also cause motion sickness;
• Has a peculiar habit to occasionally use 'we' or 'us' to refer to himself instead of 'I' or 'me';

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

..Tr...Sephiroth...
...FF7?
..Aokigahara...
...Naruto?
...Gain/True Ether....
...Wai...
...DreamingNet...
......Wait, what...?

I open my eyes, noticing that something was quite different.
...Perhaps that's an understatement.
Something was VERY different.
But what?
...Let's see...
No pillows?
Check.
No bolster?
Check.
No Prisma Illya/Ahenherebe poster at the foot of my bed?
Check.
No desk which that poster is attached to?
Check.
No gaming desktop?
Check.
No Kuonji Alice sports towel hanging on the door of my room?
Check.
No door?
...Check.
...
No Beach Stars Sakura figma?
....The desk's not even there...
.... ....
....
...No thing between my legs?
...
...
...
Oh, good. At least something's still consistent with what I'm used to.
...So...

I continue my ponderings, as a loud buzzing hits my ears as usual and strange information is processed by my brain.
After awhile, my expression turns dope, and my jaw drops, making my mouth agape.

...What are these...what? what? what?

As the numbness dies down, I hold my numb head.
Then, as though I did not receive any information whatsoever - as I still had not come to terms with it - the words finally escape my mouth.
"...Where...are we...?"

[EnigmaticFellow]

EnigmaticFellow
Name: Christopher Monroe
Age: 18
Appearance: Has black hair and eyes, slightly brown skin, and wears a pair of glasses.
Personality: A man who keeps mostly to himself, Christopher prefers the more sedentary activities as opposed to the more active ones. He likes to read and study anything that interests him, logic being his strong point and main factor in making decisions.
Mundane special talents: Has knowledge in both the computer sciences and genetics due to studying them. In addition, he is a fast learner; though, he is currently unfit due to lack of exercise.

---

It certainly was one of the weirder nights I had, a seemingly endless dream of blood and chaos assaulting a man who usually has silent nights.

'Perhaps I should look at my surroundings?'

It didn't really help me much besides learning that I am in an enclosed compound filled with mostly men around my age.

'So, what next?'

Before I had a chance to even think about it, it came. An information surge which gave the necessary explanation of what was going on. It assaulted me for some time, making me lose any train of thought for the duration of the process. It wasn't until afterward that I was able to think clearly again.

'What's going on?'

A question which was already answered before I even conceived it.

[zlol365]

'Name': Koshiro Yamada (Not real name, preferred Alias)
Age: 19
Appearance: Around 175cm or higher, being of the average joe build. A chinese, he has black hair and looks slightly older due to... not so well taken care of face, and has been mistaken for a japanese or korean in rare occasions. Bears a Singaporean accent in his voice. Other than that, his right thigh is larger than his left due to his experience in fencing.
Personality: The joker. He tends to talk a lot depending on mood, situation and is easily the one that messes up in minor ways. Cheerful on the outside, though has a tendency to go into thinker mode when alone. Most of the time though, decisions are led by emotions, though there is a logic to them as well. Has a serious side to him as well. Gets excited easily as well.
Mundane special talents:
-Has knowledge in fencing, having been in a fencing club as of the time before getting transported to nasuverse
-Has Akido knowledge, but its rather rusty since he has not been to a dojo or anything for a very long time.
-Tends to understand things fast.
-Has knowledge in Chinese and English.
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

"Oh my god."

The first three words that he said out loud when he looked at the surroundings. Then he grabbed his head as information was deposited into his head. First thing:

Ether?
Magi?
DAAs?

HUH?

He then thought slowly.....

The world was mystical, crazy, technological. Yes, that was all he could think. Beautiful. it took his breath away. Then, inside him, he shed tears in his heart. It was real! He was here... somehow!

......

So the first thing he decided to do....

was to shout.

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Uryuu Ryuunosuke moment had happened again.

[Usandru]

Name: Andreas Lyngsø
Age: 19
Appearance: Thin, tallish (roughly 180 cm), dark-haired Scandinavian with a beard, blue eyes and glasses.
Personality: A natural introvert with trouble approaching people, but no trouble communicating once contact has been made. Defaults to sarcastic humour. Has traits of "The Trickster" that are normally subsumed by a powerful dislike of hurting others, even with just words. Naturally thinks like an academic, and believes calm analysis and open-mindedness is, usually, the correct way to approach the world. Tries to follow his own opinions and morals as best he can, with a reasonable level of success.
Mundane special talents:

• Calculus-level math.
• Extremely solid pre-university understanding of the humanities.
• Speaks academic level English and Danish. Can comprehend standard German.
• Fundamental understanding of Computer Science (Java and HTML).
• Is very calm under pressure.
• Possesses an unusual level of theoretical knowledge of modern (and pre-modern) military strategy, and to a lesser degree tactics.
• Learns boardgame rules very quickly.
• Basic housekeeping.
• Simple sketching ability.
• Average pre-university level economics.
• Average pre-university level physics.
• Simple acrobatics and gymnastics experience (in disuse).
• High user-level understanding of computer hardware (can troubleshoot, evaluate and assemble).
• High pre-university level Eurocentric history knowledge.
• Scattered but extensive knowledge of Asian history, culture and mysticism.
• No serious medical issues. Ever.
• Competent orator.
• Significant writing experience.
• Understands general logistical principles.
• Is capable of "ignoring" fairly high degrees of discomfort while retaining full mental faculties.
• Naturally highly agile.

Disadvantages:

• Low physical fitness.
• Near-sighted (-2.0).
• Tends to freeze in "fight or flight" situations.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

---

Where... am I...?

This single thought overrode everything else. I was not supposed to be where I was. There was a disconnect somewhere. The place I was supposed to be, and the place I was in, were not the same, and I could see no reason for the change.

Why... am I here...?

My head was aching as it tried to resolve the influx of information, much of which came through channels I had never before used. Information that the full weight of my knowledge and experience screamed was impossible and that something, everything was wrong.

Except it is far too real. The fact alone I can construct full sentences in Japanese, can replay half-remembered sentences and dissect them down to their grammatical components and semantic nuances, is proof that this is not merely some almost-dream state where the border between memories and fiction blurs.

I shouldn't be that good at Japanese yet. Even if I doubled, tripled, quadrupled, my efforts to learn, I doubt I could manage this level in less than a full year and likely only with far more time and effort.

An impossible event that has still stubbornly occurred. In the face of that, what is my presence in a world-branch of what I would have called the Nasuverse? Inter-universal transference is hardly a well-documented affair. Why, it might even be natural. The influx of knowledge is far more frightening, because that is almost infinitely more unlikely without attributing it to some meddlesome sentience.

Or in other words, something has been rooting around in my head.

I wonder what it saw.

My smile, as I rise from my position on the ground, is wry, darkly amused at my own thoughts as I am. I can feel a clump of rising terror and grief in my stomach, but the world around me still seems unreal, dulling the feel of my bubbling, raw emotion.

Indeed, aside from the mental energy spent inspecting my surroundings calmly under the almost meditative trance I seem to be in, my only real thought is...

I really hope this isn't also an Evangelion crossover. That would be... bad.

[Optimus]

"Name": Ferdinand T. Huxley

GM in charge: LeopardBear

Age: 18

Apperance: Around 167 cm, slighltly lower, of the average build. Spanish with European facial features, chestnut hair and brown eyes. Looks younger than he actually is when he shaves. His accent is a weird combination between his native language, Spanish, and English, possibly due to his random nature.

Personality: This man usually keeps to himself, though he doesn't really mind the company of others... Unless they intend to interfere with his personal agenda. A good-willed, but stubborn person whose usual method to achieve his objectives is sheer determination. Slightly pessimistic and socially awkward, gets nervous and loses composture easily unless he's focused in a task.

Mundane talents:
-Basic knowledge in physiology, anatomy, biochemistry and biology and a very small number of pathologies obtained during his two months of class at the Medicine Faculty before he was transported to the Nasuverse.
-Has knowledge about English and Spanish.
-He has a pretty good memory when it comes to both images and wording.
-Has already seen a dissection of a human corpse, so it's going to be difficult to impress him with that sort of stuff.
-Has patience with the things that interest him.
-Good at distinguishing useful and useless information with acceptable speeds.
Flaws to note:
-Low tollerance to pain and is also known for being slightly hypochondriac.
-His capabililities for physical labor are very limited due to mental and physical restrictions. Gets tired easily, lets go at the slightest sign of exhaustion, etc.
-Most of his plans tend to have either fatal flaws or be completely unecessary.
-Initially, it's easy to put him under stress.
-Has little self-control, especially when dealing with emotions and such; it's very easy to set him off.
-One of his eyes have a slight myopia which lets him see properly most of the time without glasses, yet his sight gets tired more easily than the average.
-Doesn't know when to fold them; once he starts something, it's hard, if not impossible to make him give up.
Circuits: <Locked>
Allignment: <Locked>

_________________________________

... I'll be honest. I was afraid to open my eyes.

I wanted to think that the silence, only broken eventually by the echoes from others' voices, were nothing but part of a dream. I wanted to think that those sensations would disappear the instant I wished so.

---It was nothing more than a delusion that did not last long.

<cavern sigils Tree of Sephiroth spellwork homunculus gears golems denizens world protect refuge faction Aokigaraha prana reserve worst Grain/True Ether conversion indefinitely operate isolation space time ultimate ark>

Information the previous day when I went to sleep... Correction. Knowledge the previous day I had thought to be mere "fiction" was forcibly engraved into my brain to the point where I no longer could think of it as a mere fantasy.

<1992 Mt. Fuji. Bunker Magus Mage's Association Demon Hunter Organization Holy Church 3 years Seal bunker chamber at the heart of the Lair>

Words and data that then did not make any sense were recorded inside my brain for future reference. I also became aware that, somehow, all kinds of information about Japanese culture and language were being dumped into my head, perhaps through forced changes of my neurons' shapes and connections?

I took a few seconds to rest before opening my eyes. As I apparently had been told, I was in a great cavern where only the sounds of nature and the people lying besides me could be heard.

I shifted my focus from one place to another in denial. As much as I'd wished to live in a world where magic and the such existed, that was long before I started my own career in Medicine. My life was already great as it was, so why now? One year earlier I would have been the happiest person in the world, but now...

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLL L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The cry from one of the persons who were with me in the cavern brought me back to reality. That was the past. This was the present. I stretched and lazily stood up as the thoughts inside my head became clearer.

-"When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best..."

I couldn't help but smile. Now of all times I remembered that song? Before I realized, I was already humming a song from a movie I'd watched long time ago and smliling. If this was a dream, I'd make sure to enjoy it to its fullest, right?

[Erlkonig]

Name: Francisco Gutiérrez
Age: Early 15 (Seriously IRL age)
Appearance: Short black hair, black eyes, somewhat tall (Almost 180cm), not physically fit but not overweight either. Tanned skin.
Personality: Kind towards friends, civil, rather arrogant when he is concerned, willing to help those who ask.
Mundane special talents:
-Speaks, writes, and understands both English (USA version) and Spanish (Uruguayan version)
-Quickly soaks in new information
-(Flaw) Horrible at manual skills, including crafting, music, drawing, and the like
-Good sight
-Patient
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

When my eyes opened, I blinked. "¿Qué mier-" (What the fu-) Where was I? Wildlife surrounded me, and the lush surroundings which I would've formerly appreciated had this been any other situation, posed themselves as terrifying to me. This made no sense. This made no sense. I must be dreaming. That was what I told myself.

And then-

My brain exploded.

My eyes closed as I clutched my head, trying to bear all the influx of information that whirled inside my brain like a torrent of knowledge that refused to let me think clearly. Eventually, the pain faded, leaving me a gasping, heavily breathing person kneeling on the floor.

This... This was...

I tried to scrape the sleep away from me, rubbing my eyes. The information surge had left me wide awake, and now I realized where I was. My mind fumbled, trying to grasp at any kind of knowledge I could associate to this information

--Ah.

"The... The Moonlit world?" I gasped out, standing up. I looked around, at all those who surrounded us. I didn't know these people. But there was a strange sense of familiarity, an eerie itch on the back of my head.

[Airen]

Name: Joshua Williams

Age: 17

Appearance: Rather tall, has short brown hair, wears normal sized glasses, and possesses hazel eyes. Is neither overweight nor excessively fit, the best way to describe it would be to say that he has the physical build of a runner.

Personality: Remains calm and collected during times of trial, though has a tendency to act passive aggressive when he's angry. Likes to make jokes when he's around his friends, and is protective of them to some extent. Won't go looking to help strangers but has no problems with helping someone if they ask for his assistance. Will forgive the destructive actions of others but will not forget that the actions took place, will sit and listen quietly to the stories of others if they seem depressed. Likes to give advice, but will insist that his words are simply advice and that the consequences of doing what he says should not be connected with him, funnily enough, his advice normally just reflects what people refuse to acknowledge about themselves. Is accepting of basically everyone, and even the people who make him mad will get a polite greeting when he encounters them. Is loyal, although he will act against the self-destructive tendencies of others, even if said others don't really want him too.

Mundane Special Talents

- Has a light talent for archery.
- Is talented at writing (Apparently)
- Can cook general meals, nothing overly complicated
- Patient
- Is good at talking people through their problems
- Keeps calm during stressful situations
- Is good at remembering written information
- Has excellent reflexes
-Can run for extended periods without growing excessively tired

Flaws

- Has a tendency to procrastinate
- Gets nervous when speaking in front of large groups
- Tends to ask too many questions when he's worried about something


Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>
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He awoke to the sound of a bird chirping, which, ordinarily, would not have been that big an issue. For you see, the young man known as Joshua Williams had a pet bird, a single pet bird named Chicken. So the sound of birds chirping only became an issue when more birds than he owned all began making noise at once.

...What the hell?

Opening his eyes against the wishes of his body, he sat up and looked around, vaguely noting that he had fallen asleep wearing his glasses the previous night.

He appeared to be in some sort of forest, or perhaps an overgrown garden...

"What the fuck."

And it appeared that there were other people here as well, people who apparently couldn't help but swear loudly at some unspecified time in the morning.

Was this a dream?

Using the age old method of pinching himself to check if he was sleeping, he was rather annoyed to find out that he apparently wasn't asleep on his bed, as he should have been...

Ah well, still drowsy, he pulled himself to his feet, and headed towards the voice he had heard before, intent on figuring out if the person knew where exactly they happened to be at this moment.

[Elyrin]

Name: Kyle Wlos
Age: 17
Appearance: Long blond hair, skinny build, around 5'7.
Personality: Dunno how to describe myself~
Mundane special talents: Some cooking and housekeeping skill, generally good memory, decent sprinter
Disadvantages: Big on procrastination and laziness, somewhat physically weak, not much endurance
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

"Ah...?"

I open my eyes slowly, then squeeze them shut again as I'm hit by a torrent of information. Time, location, a few terms I can recognize, writing, language... Japanese? After a few minutes, the flow stops, and I can think straight again. I try to open my eyes once more to look around. Lush surroundings, birds chirping, more people lying on the ground, some getting up...

Hm. I should probably think about that myself. I slowly pick myself up off the ground, and take a minute or two to stretch, making sure everything still works. Nothing seems to be broken, although I have a killer headache. I'll have to deal with that new information sometime, I guess. But not now.

"...so. Hey, guys. What's up? Anyone know what's going on?"

[zlol365]

"...so. Hey, guys. What's up? Anyone know what's going on?"

Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

He turned around and looked at the person who said it. With a big smile, he shouted:

"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool!"

He then started to say, "Look, look! This facility! Facility! It seems like we can use it.... Can we? Finally... my dreams! The world i've dreamed of! REAL!"

[Helias]

Name: Tanner Wlos
Age: 13
Appearance: Medium blond hair, average build, 5'7-ish.
Personality: Too hard to describe myself >_>
Mundane special talents: Little cooking skill
Disadvantages: Lazy, wimpy, little endurance, procrastinates a lot, can't remember much
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

<Geofront, Bounded Fields, Central Dogma, Aeroponic bays, SCWO, Gaia Park, Bamboo Forest, homunculus, Dreamer, Scrying Room, Lair...>

And my peaceful slumber was awoken by strange thoughts being forced into my mind. Wh-wh-what the hell? What's going on?

<Dead Apostle Ancestors, servants, Clock Tower, Holy Church, Demon Hunter Association...>

The words being forcibly imprinted upon my brain began to change. The phrases were more familiar this time. No... I-it can't be... I just couldn't possibly be in...

"The Nasuverse..." I whispered aloud. It was impossible. I couldn't be in the Nasuverse. It defied all the laws of possibility.
Yet, here I was, in the Nasuverse. Something, somehow, ignored all the laws of possibility, and brought me to a non-existent reality. This was, of course, impossible. But I think I figured that out by now.

"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool!"

"Well, yeah, I think I figured that out when thoughts of magi and Dead Apostles were shoved into my brain while I was napping." I observed my surroundings, finding nothing of interest to me. "So, what now? Probably gonna be stuck here for a while."

[Bloble]

Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

He turned around and looked at the person who said it. With a big smile, he shouted:

"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool!"

He then started to say, "Look, look! This facility! Facility! It seems like we can use it.... Can we? Finally... my dreams! The world i've dreamed of! REAL!"

Darko Alexandrov
Week 1


...

I turn from my slightly too emo stance of staring into where the sky should be to look at the guy who just screamed 'COOL' at the top of his lungs. I shudder. Why does that remind me of the serial killer dude from Fate/Zero so much? I'd better avoid him...

However, what the chinese guy just said is much more interesting, and at the same time, shocking. Why would someone other than me know that, unless...

The COOL guy, another person who seems to recognize these terms, and now this dude who's calling the Nasuverse GAR...

This can only mean one thing.

I turn calmly to the guy who looks like he's hyperventilating, and can't keep a smile from coming to my mouth. "You're probably not the only one who's dreamed of here."

This place... now that I think about it, it really is 'COOL' that I woke up here. All of this reeks of dimensional shenanigans, but if Zeltrech is real as well, that wouldn't be so surprising.

The smile that's been tugging at the corner of my mouth since I woke up finally breaks out into a pure grin.

"Greetings, everyone! Welcome to the Nasuverse." I proclaim, utilizing all of my abnormally large lung capacity. My voice, loud enough to be heard in a theater above an entire orchestra, is heard by every one around me.

"We're all Type-Lunatics here!"

[alfheimwanderer]

(Week 1 - Player Post)

Profile of Mikhail Daud Vishnya



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I don't recall exactly when I went to sleep, or even if I truly went to sleep. All I knew was that one moment I was revising a game design document for an as-yet unnamed MMO, and the next, I was caught in a dream of blood, fire, and chaos. The smell of death and despair was all around me, lingering in the air, a cloying scent I had never quite forgotten from my days as an EMT, though this time, there wasn't a clear source of the miasma. No gunshot victims, bleeding out from stomach wounds. No victims of motor vehicle accidents, with chunks of brains and shard bones strewn across a freeway, with police and firefighters warning people away from flaming wrecks. No victims of gangrene, the black and green bodies reeking with the putrid stench of rotting flesh. And no victims of abuse, their bodies bloated up with gas, faces frozen in a rictus of fear as their corpses lay within their own filth, stripped of life, stripped of decency, stripped of human dignity.

If only it were so simple.

For I found myself at the end of the world, collapsed upon my knees. All around me, the air was thick, filled with poisonous grains of darkness burning at my throat and eyes, choking me so I could not breathe, could not speak, could hardly see at all. From the west, a breeze blew, giving the sweet but false promise of relief for my lungs - but that, like the cake that had been promised to us as compensation for our mandatory overtime - that too, was a lie.

I retched, I gagged.

I screamed.

Drawn by the unnatural sound, swarms of beings that seemed like angels swooped down upon me, their claws and talons ripping into my flesh, their teeth tearing into skin and sinew, with one particularly beastly creature sinking her fangs into the hollow of my throat and severing the carotid artery, as bright red blood spurted out into the dying world, painting the ground red.

And just like that, I died...and was reborn, summoned into that hell time and time again, a condemned Prometheus waiting for the eagle to rip out his liver every morning.

'Ironic that I should use that metaphor of all things, considering the source of my ills...'

--It was a dream, of course. A vision of the end of the world, and my personal end, but it was hardly the first one I'd ever had...or the worst.

Since I was eleven, there was one dream that appeared every once in a while, a vision of a city wrapped in a sheet of flame, with me as a shambling survivor of a great disaster. I scrabbled through the ruins, searching for something, perhaps, for someone, finding nothing till the end. The end when I saw a half-crushed body sticking out from a pile of rubble, the face miraculously unmarred, and my heart in despair. In that dream, I fell to my knees, looking to the heavens...as a crack sounded, and a toppling skyscraper ended my life.

Needless to say, I was quite used to pain by now. To dying.

I don't know how long I was caught in that paradox spiral of death and rebirth, how long it took for my remaining sense of pain to fade, but eventually, the world of death dissolved, and I came awake as icy fingers stabbed into my mind, flooding my numb mind with a torrent of data I had not expected, images, words, and things far beyond my understanding flooding through me, into me, slamming into me with more force than a speeding car - or the ground after one loses one's footing at the top of waterfall (but giving the same impression of being unable to stop falling).

1992 A.D. Mt. Fuji. Central Dogma.

'Evangelion...? No...'

Prana. Magi. Bounded fields.

'Oh...oh...wait...'

Magic Association. Holy Church. Demon Hunter Association.

'...Nasuverse...?'

That in itself wasn't too unusual - except for the fact that the information had been delivered in Japanese (a language which I regret to say, I was not quite proficient in yet) - and that I understood it perfectly.

'False memories? Or have I stumbled upon another alternate path in dreaming...?'

That would be one of my other quirks, that when I went to sleep in my normal life, I would generally awaken in an alternate world where World War II had never happened, with all the repercussions thereof (including me being much younger because I would not have been born as I was, and dating a Japanese girl named Ryouko who was very good with knives - in the kitchen of course), living out a day there, till I slept and woke up in a world where the world had befallen some kind of great Cataclysm (I was inclined to think thermonuclear war), and I was a wandering swordsman who served as the apprentice/errand boy of a powerful Witch until I slept. In both those timelines, I had a full set of memories not quite my own, so I could hardly say that this was something new - though this rapid a dump was strange - I had awakened simply knowing in those other cases.

There was also the possibility that this was something that happened in my lucid dreaming space, the grand cafe between worlds, mostly populated with characters from many fictional universes, a place I used to do much of my writing and brainstorming, with various characters consulting and pointing out various things to me.

'Or playing pranks, in the case of good Kohaku-san...I have not forgotten the last time she drugged me. Talk about one's characters coming to life and having a mind of their own - even in a place that is a poor man's reality marble.'

Somehow though, this felt different from the usual, as it had none of the thousand natural shocks that flesh was heir to, but another shock when I opened my eyes, finding myself in the same clothing I'd worn to work (the corduroy jacket, black slacks, and red--no cardinal shirt)...and laying on my back in a vast cavern, with bird fluttering around and golden light streaming in through the ceiling. As I pulled myself to my feet and glanced around, details I couldn't possibly have known about the place came to the forefront of my mind - things about a pool of stars, hydroponics/aeroponics, crystallized prana, a Personal Entertainment Suite and Dream Theatre, as well as other such things about its full capacity that reminded me of one of the space settlements I'd helped design in my youth for a high school competition.

And then, as the fog of sleep faded, I noticed all the people around me, with me very near the outskirts of the crowd. Hundreds (mostly male) gathered in a cavern that not been shaped by human hands - hundreds whose postures sang with unease, fear, trepidation...and at least one who thought that this was "COOL", while several recognized the setting as the Nasuverse..

'Type-Lunatics...I know that term. And GAR - that was not in the data dump. Apparently I'm clustered together with some group of Nasu fans, and Zelretch is probably real - unless Cafe!Kohaku has drugged me. Again. Still, even if that's the case, the memories seem to indicate otherwise, and until I know better, might as well treat this like reality. Those alternate streams are real enough, after all...'

"Curiouser and curiouser..." I murmured to myself, observing all the activity about me and taking in the faces of the many strangers I was now in the company of, my eyes chanced upon an oddly familiar individual - one I thought I recognized from a group picture I'd seen over the #notes IRC channel once - though I of course knew I could be mistaken. 'Is that perhaps Froggie...? Hm...I suppose I'll have to find out later.'

For now, I needed to find out more about who I was with, and explore the compound we were to be staying in for three years. And if I seemed calm - well, it was hardly the first time I'd found myself in an odd situation in what might well still be a dream, and having been in life or death situations with people shooting at me, I was less-inclined than most to start panicking just because I found myself in an unknown situation.

I mean, at least I was alive, whole, and wasn't in particularly murderous company.

...I hoped.

...even if I did have the beginnings of a monstrous hangover - or at least a headache.

...and I hadn't even had a drop to drink.

Still, the show must go on, and so must I.

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Plans for Week 1: 1) Find War Room and explore its offerings; 2) Chat up other people, find out more about situation and if they'd like to cooperate; 3) Get other players to pool seed money for investment purposes

[Blackdeath6031]

Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The loud shout startled me and the shout made my splitting headache worse.
Wondering what the commotion was about, I looked in the man's direction.
He looked similar to me - Asian, bearing the same complexion of someone who lived in one of the countries of Indonesia, Malaysia, the Philippines or Singapore.

"...so. Hey, guys. What's up? Anyone know what's going on?"
Another one spoke up. His syntax and diction made it seem like he was more calm than the...rather excited, Asian one.
From the looks of it, he looked Caucasian. If my guess was right, with brief comparisons to Maynard and Blaise from MONKEY MAGIK, this guy's a Canadian.
That Asian immediately responded to the Canadian with....

"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool! Look, look! This facility! Facility! It seems like we can use it.... Can we? Finally... my dreams! The world i've dreamed of! REAL!"

---What?
--No, seriously, what!?

Before I can continue on my train of thought, another one exclaimed - also seemingly Canadian, "Greetings, everyone! Welcome to the Nasuverse. We're all Type-Lunatics here!"

Rather than trying to comprehend the situation, and despite my hopes already being raised, my logic kicks in and ruins all the fun.

"Keh, that's silly," I blurt out, scoffing. "That world's a fiction made by Kinoko Nasu. Sure, it might be cool, but actually entering the 'verse wouldn't be this easy!!"

...That said.
What was all that knowledge that felt like it got jammed into my brain?

I think I can relate to how Shirou felt when he tried to remove that shroud now...

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Plans for the week: 1) Get used to new setting; 2) Get acquainted with other BLers 3) explore base and ensure accommodations and necessities for everyone are arranged

[zlol365]

Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

"Well, yeah, I think I figured that out when thoughts of magi and Dead Apostles were shoved into my brain while I was napping." I observed my surroundings, finding nothing of interest to me. "So, what now? Probably gonna be stuck here for a while."

Pausing for the moment, He took a deep thought and said, "Well... I don't know who might you guys be and stuff... But since we're here, we might as well-"

"We're all Type-Lunatics here!"

Pausing for the moment, he looked at the guy who said it. Took a deep thought. And then he said, "Could it be by any chance... We guys..."

He calmed down and finally said, "From Beasts lair? From the legendary forum?"

No, he was not going to wait for any responses. His gut told him the answer will probably be a yes. No, he did not care anymore. At this moment, his joy was at a climax. No it was higher than the climax. And it needed a overused joke. yes. HE MUST SCREAM THIS!

"THIS IS TOO DAM COOL DAM IT!"

Finally, gaining his composure with a few deep breaths and a long moment of silence. He announced, "I'm a bit shy around my real name, so you can address me by my alias, Koshiro Yamda. Nice to meet you guys. And if you are from the beasts lair side, i'll probably be known as Zlol365."

"Keh, that's silly," I blurt out, scoffing. "That world's a fiction made by Kinoko Nasu. Sure, it might be cool, but actually entering the 'verse wouldn't be

"NONSENSE! Anything is possible!"

Immediately rebutting back. 'Koshiro' would not take such unbelief! He must shower him in burning passion!

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Week plan:
1) Know everybody
2) Try to explore the possibility of learning magic
3) Find where they keep those spellbooks