Don't have an account yet? 
Forum Search
I'm Feeling Lucky
Searching for: Posts from ~4PR1L.|
~4PR1L OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Wed, 07/06/2023 17:03 (1 Year ago) |
|
im not sure if I want to be here or not :') [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Tue, 06/06/2023 15:45 (1 Year ago) |
|
[Username] ~4PR1L [Name] Ayran [Age] 22 [Species] Human [Gender] Male ~*~ [Appearance] Ayran stands at a good height of 5'9, with a slender yet not too muscular build. He has barely shoulder length grey-ish golden locks that slightly covers his droopy molten gold eyes. The messy locks are occasionally held apart with a pin or hairclip. Ayran wears a white frilled blouse, over a black vest with gold linings and small golden chains. Paired with waist high leather pants, combat boots with have good grip and a pair of black gloves that are fingerless on the thumb. His whole appearance is a mix of simplicity and wealth, plus practicality. Not too extravagant that it attracts attention left and right. [Personality] Sly | Cunning | Extremely Intelligent | Great but not perfect memory | Mischievous | Wolf in a sheep's clothing | Coy | Kind | Generous | Tactless 50% | Stubborn | Grumpy | Unlucky Debuff 500% | Indulgent | Ayran is extremely cunning and knows when to bargain and when to surrender, but that doesn't mean he isn't stubborn. When he really wants something, he will keep fighting till he gets it. Sly as a fox, yet kind and grumpy as a cat. It is often seen he has a soft spot for children, and often buys candy for them. Though on some situations, he can be quite tactless and oblivious to what is going on. But it is the truth, that Ayran wholeheartedly is a kind person. [Path] The Hunt [Element] Wind [Abilities] -Basic Attacks- Every 10 basics attacks, will follow up with a guaranteed [Crit]. If the [Crit] attack lands, Ayran will gain [1 Wind Stack], which in turn will boost his [Att Spd] by [5%] and [Att Dmg] by [5%] each stack. Once it stacks up to [7 Wind Stacks], directly on the next attack, it will come with [150%] total [Att Dmg] and [100%] total [Att Spd]. This works with both blade and gun form. -Skill- [Gun Ver.] Rushing forward, throwing one of his gunblade in the air, he rushes forward towards his enemy jumping high in the air with the wind in his aid, he creates a crowd attack, shooting at those below him within a 7 meter radius, dealing [AoE Dmg]. Above him, is the other gunblade shooting automatically with he accurately controlling the wind. The attack last 10 seconds, and anyone who was hit with the first gunblade would be dealt with [1%] less [Mm Spd] for each bullet they were hit by. [Blade Ver.] Rushing forward, Ayran will throw one of his gunblade at his opponent like a boomerang, while welding the other one tightly, rushing forward, dealing 3 consecutive attacks, removing all buffs from the opponent, with a [33%] chance of stealing one of the buffs in turn. Right after, the other gunblade would hit the opponent on the back of their head, thus stunning it. With a [10%] chance causing [Crit Dmg] and following with the [Bleed] debuff for 10 seconds. -Ultimate- Charges forward dealing both [AoE Dmg] and [Phy Dmg], Ayran summons a rain of wind knives stabbing onto the ground and into the enemy. This causes them to tempreory become immobile and receiving the [Bleed] debuff for during the whole effect of the ultimate. If using the blade, [Mm Spd] would increase by [150%] and [Att Dmg] would increase by [200%] and Ayran would hit all immobile enemies atleast once, during the effects duration. If using the gun, Ayran would stay back and continuously shoot all immobile enemies, with [Crit] increased by [50%] and removing all buffs from enemies within the effect range. It will also choose the enemy with the highest [Att] to steal a buff from. -Technique- No cooldowns or time delays for switching out ammunitions. Nor would he ever run out of them. -Talent- The more [Dmg] Ayran takes, higher the [Att Spd] and [Att Dmg], this also includes higher chance of [Crit Dmg]. [Weapon] [Dual Gunblades] Takes 1.0 seconds to switch weapons. -[Cooldown]- 5.0 Seconds. [Palpad] Ye [Other] I grabbed this outa my buttcheeks cause I had no idea what to write. aka what I wrote was all bs and a fever dream ^^ [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Tue, 06/06/2023 12:42 (1 Year ago) |
|
[Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 01:20 (1 Year ago) |
 Show
hidden content
-[𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠]- [FULL NAME] : Yohan Park [DOB] : 5/20 [AGE] : 27 [SEX] : Male [GENDER] : Male ~*~ [HEIGHT] : 6'0 [WEIGHT] : 98Ibs [EYES] : Military Green [HAIR] : Grey-ish Brown [𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎] Brown hair that is slightly curled at the end, inwhich Yohan ties it into a small ponytail at the end. He has murky military green eyes that are slightly lowered at the end, and a smile always on his face with a beauty mark under the always-smiling lips. He has a slender figure, as a result of non-regular exercise, and wears a white collared shirt, black vest and black jacket over everything, with jeans and grey converse. His eyesight isn't horrible, but still wears silver rimmed reading glasses.  [𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢] | Shrewd | Cunning | Intelligent | Resourceful | Money-Loving | Liar | Fake | Human | Selfish | Control Freak | Yohan Park is a bastard. Bastard that is smart and shrewd for one. Not only is he resourceful, he is also money-loving. He hates to waste anything to the point that he will buy fakes in order to save money. Lying is part of his daily life, it's hard to tell what part of him is a lie and what part of it is true. But on the basis that he is a bastard, he does do good on small occasions whether you believe it or not. There are more to his actions that it meets to the eye. [𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜] ~*~ [𝚂𝚃𝚁] - 9 [𝙳𝙴𝚇] - 14 [𝙲𝙾𝙽] - 11 [𝙸𝙽𝚃] - 22 (+) [𝚆𝙸𝚂] - 21 ~*~ [𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢] Born in a normal family, Yohan had a decently normal childhood growing up. But that was until during his first year of middle school. Yohan accidentally found out that his mother has been cheating on his father for the past couple of years. Due to the fact that he was still immature back then, in a panic he told his father. In a fury, they divorced, and Yohan's father kicked her mother out of their house. But the trouble didn't end there, to vent out his sorrows, his father started drinking and gambling again. Which in turn put their used-to-be well-balanced normal financial situation into a crisis. By then, Yohan was in his 3rd year of middle school. Too young to start working, but thankfully, to the fact that he was more mature than his usual peers among his age, he was luckily able to grab a few jobs here and there. But that clearly wasn't enough, and Yohan's household slowly sank into debts, due to his father's gambling addiction. Combined with his father's selfish outbursts that happens every single day. Yohan slowly got tired. That was the moment, he started to scheme. A seed of evil has been planted, and the idea of rebellion has been set. Now all he need is to wait until he is legally of age. Until then, he planned, and planned and compromised. He made sure there weren't a single flaw in his plan, and by the time he is of legal age, there wouldn't be a debt in his name, nor a father. A few years went by in a flash, Yohan successfully has gotten rid of his debt, went into a middle-level university far away from his hometown. Became a diligent deputy chief in the advertisement department, earning normal wage. Yohan wasn't happy, nor sad, nor disappointed in himself. He just felt.. life was boring. He thought of the complex and stimulating process of getting rid of his past. Setting himself free... If this was how freedom felt, then freedom was boring and dull. Everything in his small little world was all within his plan. Even his promotion was planned. Every little detail was within his expectations. But never did he expect, that his little world that he ruled would one day crash upon himself. [𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢] - [Recorder of Order] -Active- By choosing a medium, whether it be a piece of line paper, or even the ground, and a writing tool. The [Tyrant] has the ability to create 3 rules, that all people under his eyes must obey by. 1 rule for civilians, 1 rule followed by his solders, and 1 rule for the enemy. As long as the rules are written down clearly, they have to be followed. It's range is limited by the scenario, and the powers are limited in the beginning, from debuffs and buffs, to limits of actions to something even more extraordinary as the ability levels up. It can only be used once per scenario and cannot be changed. The rules would be canceled once the medium is destroyed. [𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝] - [Tyrant] There are only 3 types of people in the eyes of the tyrant, civilians, those that pose no harm to the [Tyrant], soldiers, who sworn to be the [Tyrant's] sword and shield, and enemies, the dead souls who shall recieve no mercy. People who regard the [Tyrant] with good will, will receive an all stat buff of 10% to be your sword in battle. Those who regard the [Tyrant] with animosity will receive an all stat debuff of 10%, as those who go against the [Tyrant] shall be off with their head! The [Tyrant] will also have a stronger, and more influenced voice among people. [Affect will increase if leveled up.] [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Mon, 05/06/2023 00:20 (1 Year ago) |
|
As Shieta was from a family of fallen nobles, during her family's prime, they had enough money to build a teleporter within their residence that is able to teleport them to any major locations. But as their downfall happened, Shieta's family had to sell it and rode carriages instead. She remembered the gloomy atmosphere of her family at the time. Every time they rode carriages, Shieta was more focused on making sure she wasn't stepping on any mines around her family, rather than enjoying the outside view. Shieta shook her head gently, no, that was all in the past. She has more freedom now, more than ever before. Sheita turned her focus of the red-head and properly introduced the teleportation scroll to her. "...I'm glad. But i'm afraid this is slightly bit different from riding a carriage." On the surface, there wasn't any waves in her expression, as Shieta's voice was calm and gentle, with the usual monotonousness as before. But you could tell from her body language, that Shieta's mood dropped slightly. Shieta calmly showed the teleportation scroll infront of the redhead, using her index finger to guide the others line of sight on neat, yet unintelligible writing, scribed on the scroll. "You see, using the unique magnetic field between the earth, time, and space, and then combining mana within it. Magicians are able to formulate a way for everyone to go from one place to the other. But that was a 298 years ago. Now, it is possible to infuse and use the same structure as the formula and apply to this scroll." Shieta paused to take a breath before continuing to ramble. "Ofcourse inscribing it the scroll is much more time consuming, as you have to make a new one every time you decided to go somewhere new. But it is possible. I have done it, but this is the first time I've done it with another person.." Shieta paused and looked away, her ears slightly tingly. Perhaps this was Shieta's way of not outrightly saying that Elvira was the first time for alot of things for Shieta. [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Thu, 01/06/2023 23:01 (1 Year ago) |
|
Today was the day, the day of progress. The day all inventors, engineers, architects, and any profession in between has been waiting for. It was the day they could show off all their hard work, and get the praise they deserve. The day where all major inventors, has been waiting for. All except Ayran Herpich. Stuck in his room, head buried in his blueprints for who knows how long. Ayran would have lost track how many days it has been without his keen sense of time, and the sun's rotation. He drew geometrical shapes, and wrote down multitude of lines with intelligible writing with the fury of his hands. He wore an complex-multi glass-mechanical clip-on monocle right above his eyes, as he grabbed a piece of platinum slab. There were many more identical platinum slabs all around the room, thrown seemingly in a frenzy, as it was everywhere, with no regarding to the poor furnitures in the room. It was an understatement to say the room wasn't messy. It was as if the room hasn't been cleaned and organized by an human being in months! Suddenly, an alarm blared. As if Ayran was used to this, he tsk's and set threw away the slab of platinum behind him. The platinum slab didn't look a single bit out of place within the mess of the room. Ayran stood and patted off the imaginary dust on his pants and walked towards the entrance of the room. It was crazy how such a germaphobe of a man could work in such messily conditions. With an annoyed expression, he entered the password to his door, with each finger jabbing down at the screen forcefully. But it seems like the preportrator thought that Ayran's actions were too close, the alarm blared again. In which, immediately after he pressed enter, the door opened. "...What the absolute f*ck of a business did you have to press the emergency alarm of my resident Sethen." Ayran gaze were annoyed and irritated, while his voice were laced with ice coldness. Sethen, a red haired fellow who wore a goofy grin stepped inside the Ayran's house as if he owned the place replied unfazed with Ayran's scarily violent attitude. "Dude! It's Progress day, you can't be expecting to be holing yourself in your workshop for the rest of the month right??" "Actually. You can be expecting me to do that." Ayran pointed out with a deadpan. Even though it was progress day, that doesn't mean it was a day for him to pause his project just to deal with some lousy drunk dude who can't even tell the difference between a circle and an oval. Sethen sat down on the couch elegantly. This exposed the the fact that despite how unruly Sethens usually acts, he still his noble habits to the heart. This also exposes the fact that it was only the workshop that was a mess, as everywhere else in the house is perfectly, spotlessly clean. "Not if I can help it. Dude, my friend, you need to get out there! There are people excitingly waiting for you! Y'know how many people are always waiting for you outside, waiting to see what advances you are going to make next. What other change you are going to create in their lives y'know! So please, pretty please...!" Sethen rambled and plead, clearly intent on not leaving, and staying exactly where he is, until Ayran relents and agree to his proposal. As much as Ayran wanted to be angry, he knew his friend (he says grudgingly) was actually worried about his health and well-being. Finally relenting, Ayran sighs and agrees to Sethen's begging. "..Fine." But before Sethen could celebrate on his success, Ayran continued. "..Only for 3 hours. Then i'm leaving." Sethen sighed dramatically, before shrugging. He should be happy that Ayran even agreed to his offer in the first place. Afterall, usually, Ayaan would immediately turn him down with his cold look, before going straight back to work without sparing him a glance at all! But now, he agreed.. Even though it was for 3 hours, it is already something worth celebrating about! Ayran on the other hand was calmer. He hasn't celebrated progress day in years. Normally he would reject such a impractical offer, but this time. He received an awful premonition that something was about to happen today. [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Thu, 01/06/2023 12:34 (1 Year ago) |
|
But through all these coincidences, are they really coincidental? The murderer was clearly skilled and has connections. Yet he was found this easily by the young demon. Usually, as a demon doctor, he wouldn't let himself meddle among these political affairs, and keep to himself. After all, deaths doesn't matter as long as it wasn't him that was dying. But this was a different situation. The head angel, his eminence, was assassinated, and was on the verge of death, careful moves must be made. This may be a bigger chess game than he thought. But he won't allow himself to be a pawn. Not ever, not now. Elehah stepped forward, and interrupted Val from speaking, and kneeled dowd as well. "Your Majesty, may I use my powers to search for the perpetrator? I can assure you, this won't affect her eminence's health." [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Tue, 30/05/2023 01:57 (1 Year ago) |
|
"No.. It's not flying.." "Ah.. yes-" Shieta replied to each of Elvira's comments awkwardly, trying to explain what she was going to do, even though Sheita herself has never done such a thing before. "It's not flying.. It's.. even faster I guess. Have you even been to a teleporter before..? It's kinda like that." Shieta was trying her best to explain to the redhead. But unfortunately, Shieta forgot one important detail. Teleporters, a special magical device usually only belongs to the people of the rich, or high-named guilds. [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Mon, 29/05/2023 22:46 (1 Year ago) |
|
Indulging Elvira, Shieta hummed. "It's a surprise." Now that she has thought about it, has been awhile since she visited their destination, as the last time she came to restock her supplies was before the previous school year ended. But now, unlike the previous dull year, she has a companion to bring along with her. This brought a soft smile to Shieta's lips, as she remembered what an adventure it has been these past 2 days. Shieta led the redhead until they were practically outside of the campus. Only then did she stop, and suddenly she reached into her duffle bag and brought out scroll with some enchantments drawn on it elegantly. It was a teleportation scroll Shieta had created herself, through trials and errors was she finally able to perfect it. But she has never tried it with 2 people. So this would be her first time.. "..You don't get spatial sickness right?" Shieta asked just in case. [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Mon, 29/05/2023 18:46 (1 Year ago) |
|
["I'm not even religious, but for the love of god. Get the f*ck out of my sight."] ["You're polluting it."] ~*~ [Name] [The Mechanic] Ayran Herpich [Age] 22 [Origen] Piltover [Gender and Sexuality] Male | Demisexual [Personality] | INTP-T | Petty | Shrewd | Intelligent | Unpredictable | Overthinker | Stubborn | Observant | Tired | Sarcastic | | Germaphobe | OCD | Impatient | Ayran is definitely an overthinker, often stuck in his own head, mulling over all kinds of different ideas and perspectives. Always overdoing himself like he is playing 10 games of chess at once, and insisted on always being 10 steps ahead during all games. This led to Ayran driving himself to the gutter multiple times. But does he ever learn? Nope. But despite that, he always strives to improve himself, and those around him. He never stops at the limits, and is stubborn as a mule. He never gives up his stance even though he was proven wrong. There are many times he insisted on proceeding on a decision that he knew that he will regret later. But even then, he kept compromising, and trying. Ofcourse, there is a limit of how much idiocy he could take. (Note: Not much.) Often impatient, (Especially when in a bad mood.) Ayran will point out every little thing he is even slightly unsatisfied about. Without his morning cup of coffee, you won't be evening seeing him sane. A shrewd yet petty mechanic, but also a stubborn and insistent human being who has a soft spot for sour stuff and children. [Appearance] Ayran has curly low saturated golden hair that is swept to one side, and golden eyes with pale skin. With a height of 5'9, he have a well-built stature. A slender figure, that has lean muscles hidden beneath his loose outfit. It is quite a understatement to say that he is handsome. Carries a princely elegant vibe, as if he is a real prince that came out of a fairytale. Although his style of clothing says a different story. Ayran tries to wear comfortable clothing when he can. Like, but not limited to, a knitted turtleneck, blouse, and windbreaker. Paired with some black jeans, and white boots that are somehow completely white, without a single stain, with very modern introvert vibe. He doesn't wear any accessories, but he does have an complex-multi glass-mechanical clip-on monocle that he wears when he is doing his job as a famous, once in a era genius, mechanic. Very often, he carries multiple pairs of black gloves in his messenger bag, that's almost like a reminiscent of a mary poppins bag. [Example(s) of your roleplaying ability] If I was feeling especially motivated About average size post for me [Other important information] [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Sun, 28/05/2023 20:13 (1 Year ago) |
|
[Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Sun, 28/05/2023 17:26 (1 Year ago) |
|
Picking up her duffle bag, she looked back Elvira and raised the corner of her lips by a nudge. "Get ready, cause this might be abit more than just science here." For once, perhaps a boring errand could be abit more exciting than usual. [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Thu, 25/05/2023 21:03 (1 Year ago) |
|
'They were an especially reckless bunch to handle..' Shaking his head, he went back into the disappointing reality. Though as much as he wanted to retire, it seems like now isn't the time. Especially, with the assassination of the head angel. "...The Head Angel is alive.." Elehah began slowly, his voice devoid of emotion as usual. His eyes cold, and away from reality, it was as if anything that was going on in the immortal world wasn't affecting him a single bit. Maybe except the fact that his retirement date is going further and further back. Cough, but Elehah can complain that to himself later. There was a more important matter at hand currently, as even though the Head Angel was alive.. "Unfortunately, his sire isn't going to live for long in the state he currently is in." For a moment, Elehah contemplated whether he should stop talking at here, and just leave everything at that and give the rest of the work to those who may not be as competent as he is, but can at least do their job alright-ish. But then again, suffering the wrath of Hoyuki doesn't sound nice either. Elehah would like to live till he can reincarnate thank you very much. Taking a deep breath, Elehah continued to tell these idiot winged people his diagnosis. "It seems like his sire, the Head Angel has been struck on the artery, thus the reason why for the insane blood loss. But as your majesty has guessed, a simple weapon struck on the artery isn't enough to kill his eminence, nor put him in critical condition." Beat. "But.. for some reason, it seems like the preportrator had some connections, and was able to get an incredibly rare herb that only sprouts once in 5000 years. You may have heard of it your majesty, as in the east region there was a terrifying disease that has been troubling the elder demons over there for tens of years. The Herb was supposedly the antidote, but at that time, the herb hasn't yet sprouted. Thus.. you know the unfortunate news of their annihilation." Despite the careful wording the demon doctor has chosen, there wasn't a single remorse in his voice. "But did you know that, just as the precious herb can be used to heal, it can also be used as an especially potent poison if the herb was picked just 100 years before it has been ripen. But now... it seems like that precious herb has landed in the hands of the preportrator, and instead has used it for harm." Since Elehah has spilled this much information, he might as well spill it all. "The only reason his eminence is still alive right now is because of the great amount of holiness the body contains. If it were any other demon or angel, they'd be dead just a few second the poison has entered their bloodstream. Ofcourse, im excluding your majesty here." Elehah made sure he didn't forget to do some bootlicking while he was at it just in case. Cause just so you know, he hates the hotness the most. So he'd rather be under the Head Demons radar as long as possible. Cause he reallyyy didn't want to be near the flame if he could. [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Wed, 24/05/2023 00:48 (1 Year ago) |
|
[Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Wed, 24/05/2023 00:01 (1 Year ago) |
|
[Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Tue, 23/05/2023 23:33 (1 Year ago) |
|
All of the sudden, Shieta wanted to tease the other abit, how could she let this opportunity go to waste? Perhaps.. It was time to get her sweet sweet revenge. Shieta forced her expression to turn serious, and leaned in and whispered gently into the others ear, serious in tone. "..Not if we don't get caught." If only Elvira knew that class was most likely canceled today for numerous reason, one being that there definitely wasn't enough students to fill up the attendance from what Shieta observed earlier on. [Read more] |
|
~4PR1L OFFLINE Forum Posts: 52 |
Posted: Tue, 23/05/2023 23:24 (1 Year ago) |
|
Shieta trailed off, she thought of one thing within her profession that shouldn't be too dangerous.. That is, if everything went the way it was suppose to today, with no more surprises. "Wanna ditch class and come help me restock my supplies?" [Read more] |