Roleplayers Wanted

[Seth Yukashima]

Not sure if this is the best place to post this, but I figured I'd make a thread full of role play starters for some of the ideas I've been wanting to do. If one interests you feel free to comment, or DM a continuation reply with the title of the Post that caught your interest.

 

[Seth Yukashima]

The Dragon Princess and Her Lone Guard

Deru was not happy, not in the slightest. Being forced from his homeland due to the bickering of the fleshkins (humans). They acted as if they were entitled to all that they saw, even though they were frail, weak creatures. A bunch of vermin as far as he was concerned, they multiplied like rats and plagued the lands with their greed and foolish ambitions. If only his clan were larger in number. The reproduction cycle of his kind took far too long, and although one of them could easily slay one hundred or so fleshkins in a single breathe, thousands were a completely different story. No matter how strong and fierce their fighters, they would eventually fatigue and the fleshkins were all too eager to fling themselves to an assured death for the sake of their country. If he had been given a choice in the matter he would have gladly stayed with his King to defend their home until the bitter end, but apparently that was not to be his fate. The King instead tasked him with protecting his daughter on her journey to the only other safe haven they knew of on the other side of the world. Honored as he was to be given such an important task he would have preferred to stay behind to fight, and as they shuffled through the brush and foliage he had a strong scowl on his face. He knew all to well this would be the last time he would see any of this family. He only prayed they took as many of the fleshkins with them as they could knowing they were much too proud to give up their homeland.

He took in a deep breathe and exhaled a black smoke leaving his nostrils as his sour mood was made all the more apparent. The most troubling part of all this was the fact that the princess he was supposed to be guarding was even more irritable than he was. Deru had no doubts they would be clashing horns the entire way there, but so long as they made it the details weren't important. He wondered how she was fairing, but dared not ask more or less having an idea of what she might be feeling. What a troublesome situation. If only they could have foreseen just how bad this war would be, maybe they could have all evacuated though he doubted any of them would have listened even if they had known what was to come. "Princess...there's a large force approaching from the west. I suggest we go South to avoid running into them, but what would you like to do?" as much as he would like to order her around, she was still royalty and even if she wasn't he respected her father far too much to order her around. Unless her desires were in conflict with what her father wanted, he would do whatever she wished of him.

[Seth Yukashima]

No Margin for Error

Two or so miles to the south, wind speed fifteen miles per hour headed northwest, with clear visibility. Well at least it wasn't raining. His target was currently approaching intending to use the railway system to get to where they were going, not that it mattered to him. This shot would set forth a whole chain of events, hopefully one that would lead to a better future for those under his dictatorship. He would have to desert his homeland, but he was more than prepared for that having served as a double agent for years now. Though he wasn't exactly an adept killer, he still got uncomfortably nervous to the weeks leading up to an assassination. Especially sniping, he hated how complicated it was. Though at least his burden had been lessened as of recent, his scout had proven herself to be worth her weight in gold. She must have been some kind of mathematics prodigy, she had yet to give him a bad calculation which made shooting all the more easier. All he needed to worry about was holding his rifle steady and not jerking his finger as he squeezed the trigger. Just one breath in, and the man in his scope would be taking his last.

They were barricaded in the 30th floor or so of an abandoned skyscraper, they had been there for about three days now. As much as he hated staking out, it was necessary because of how high profile this target was. He couldn't risk getting caught on camera totting around all his gear. And needed time to prep it all. But everything was in order. "It's all up to you now partner, where am I aiming?" he asked knowing the wind would effect his shot at this distance. Even still that gave him a chance to shoot multiple times. Even if the first one didn't hit he could adjust based on where the first landed. Though it didn't really matter where the shot landed, the Barrett was well known for piercing tank armor, the human body stood no chance and he was aiming for center mass.

[Seth Yukashima]

One Eye Open

Keith had been proud of his accomplishment. For the past month he had without fail gone to the gym and jogged at least three miles on the treadmill. Sure it wasn't much, but it was a start right? Though his motivation wasn't due to his own determination or willpower. His first day going he had taken note of just how revealing the outfits of the female attendees were. The dress code at this particular gym was surprisingly lax, and they were definitely taking full advantage of it. He wasn't quite sure why though, obviously not everyone was taking advantage of the policy, but the ones that did were a sight to behold. It was a wonder they even bothered going to the gym to begin with, but perhaps they got some kind of pleasure in flaunting off the body they had worked hard for. Perhaps that made sense, but the reason didn't really matter did it? Either way he was back for more, taking his time stretching as someone had decided to join him placing their mat directly in front of his. Awfully bold, but he did his best to try and play it cool as he reached for his toes after sitting on the ground. Seemed as if she was either in the middle of a workout or had just finished as her body seemed to glisten in the over-saturated light of the gym. She decided to start with toes touches as well though she had decided to turn away from him to do so. He didn't quite know what to make of this. It seemed intentional, but he wasn't so brave as to say or do anything about it. He turned his head though his eyes were still very much focused on the sight in front of him. He just hoped no one else noticed as it was clear she didn't seem too bothered by what she was doing.

Edited September 24, 2020 by Seth Yukashima

[Seth Yukashima]

The Master's Pupil

The road to reaching his full potential had been far more difficult and taken much more time than he initially thought it would, and he still was not happy with his current progress. Although he had been told not to return until he had accomplished his goal he was hoping his first master would be able to give him some advice in overcoming the rut he seemed to be stuck in. How long had it been? Four years at least, he wondered if he would even be able to recognize him. He had still been a boy the last time he saw him, though he wasn't exactly comfortable calling himself a man yet either. He inspired to be everything like the man, Junta Sunpatch. The man who taught him how to hold the sword and keeping calm in the face of danger. He admired him, more so than his own parents who he hadn't spoken to since he left home.

He could tell something was wrong when he didn't hear any noises coming from the dojo. He stood in disbelief as he saw the state it was in, it looked as if it had been abandoned for some time. Clearly something was wrong. Walking in he realized why it was in such disrepair seeing a framed picture of the deceased at an altar of sorts. He dropped to his knees unable to process it all looking for answers and finding none. It wasn't until much later that he learned he had been murdered by one of his own students, and vowed to get vengeance.

The air was still as he approached the man's suspected location his hands trembling with anger as the gripped the familiar hilt of his blade. Inside the temple would be the bastard that murdered Junta. Apparently this thug had amassed a name for himself and joined some sort of gang. As he welcomed himself in he easily dispatched the first of his henchmen without even needing to draw his blade. A rage like none he had ever felt took hold of him as his vision hazed and everything turned red. Four more laid ahead of him and he drew his blade knocking a table on its side, kicking it forward as a distraction as he engaged his first victim his blade finding itself lodged in the man's center after evading his attack. Thrusting outwards he freed his now bloodied blade cutting into the next approaching man in the same motion ducking under to avoid another attack. Jumping he vaulted himself over the table using his steel toed shoes to deflect the incoming swipe before taking one of his own, detaching an arm as the last would be victim realized just how outmatched he was. Had Rei been in his right state of mind he would have interrogated him, but he was too far gone. As the last of the henchmen begged for his life Rei struck him through smiling. As he watched the life leave the man's body, he hardly noticed his morality leaving his own having gone against his teacher's own teachings.

Edited September 24, 2020 by Seth Yukashima