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Suvichan OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 571 |
Posted: Fri, 07/01/2022 04:16 (2 Years ago) |
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As the crowd in the pavillion thinned, Suvansh debated whether he should stay around a bit more, go forth to check on Cassandra, or to go towards the big house, where Al had been headed to. Going back to his cabin even seemed a viable option to him, and so did going to the forge and working on something new. Finally, he just hung around, and decided to go and have a chat with DD about the prophecy. Being a daughter of Athena, she surely would have some peculier ideas about it! So, he walked over to table 6, and seated himself next to DD, "So, how's the brain wracking going!?" He flipped open his backpack as he shot the question, fetching Floof by his tail, which resulted in a flurry of feline bickering. As an apology, Suvansh offered Floof some Sweet Chilli Syrup, getting an enthusiastic purr from him, making him smile. [Read more] |
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Suvichan OFFLINE Forum Posts: 571 |
Posted: Thu, 06/01/2022 02:31 (2 Years ago) |
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His adrenaline rush faded just as Alaparos broke the sudden silence, and he decided to go forth and help, but noticed that the fork in his hand had melted. And that there were burn marks on the table. And that his hands were glowing. He hadn't discovered this ability of his for long now, and a big inconvenience of having an underdeveloped power is not being able to control it under strong emotions, like excitement and anger. Ok, kinda-fire-punching that monster once was cool and all, but it causes him problems left and right, like the melted fork in his hand right now. Though being a son of Hephaestus made his skin resistant to fire, the metal of the fork solidifying on his hands would be a problem, so he carefully molded it into the shape of a ball, poured some soda onto it to cool it, and put it into his backpack. And by the time he was done, the new camper, who he didn't really know yet, had taken Cassandra away. With nothing else to do, Suvansh just sat about waiting for things to move on, thinking about the prophecy. [Read more] |
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Suvichan OFFLINE Forum Posts: 571 |
Posted: Tue, 04/01/2022 08:14 (2 Years ago) |
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Suvansh hated it, but he could do nothing but wait in anticipation with the other campers, and try to continue his normal routine. So he went for breakfast, towards the Dinning Pavilion, as usual, just that there was no spirit in the demigods, with minimal chatter about. He burnt offerings as per the ritual, and sat on the Hephaestus table with a few of his siblings, but none talked a word, just kept glancing at each other nervously. Being the eldest present, Suvansh wanted to console his siblings, that all was good, but he didn't even know how true that was- and couldn't get himself to speak. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 07:30 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 02/01/2022 20:14 (2 Years ago) |
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Username: Suvichan Character Name: Suvansh Agarwal Gender & Pronouns: Male [He/Him] Age: 17 Godly Parent: Hephaestus, God of Fire, Metalworking, Stone Masonry, Forges and the Art of Sculpture. Powers: Technokinesis - He has a greater perception of mechanical objects, being able to make or fix complex machinery with little effort. He can also use machinery like a master without prior knowledge or training with it. Pyrokinesis - While this ability of his is underdeveloped, he can heat his hands up to degrees that allow him to mold metal with little problems, though he can't produce flames from his hands, and can be hurt severely if is not careful. Weapon of Choice: He uses a celestial bronze katana that takes up the shape of a sleek analog wristwatch when he is not using it. Appearance: He's a healthy 5'10" Indian with a warm skintone. He has messy black hair, hazel eyes, and wears spectacles. He doesn't care much about clothing, wearing whatever he finds in his wardrobe, which has a range of coloured t-shirts, shorts, and tracks. His watch, though looks metallic and to others would seem very uncomfortable to have to wear all the time, is magically adjusted so that it bears no discomfort to the wearer, and he rarely notices when it reappears on his wrist after a long day of battling. Personality: Suvansh is a fairly introverted teen, but if you talk to him, he's the most cheerful person you'll ever know! While he doesn't approach strangers usually, he is fairly easy to open upto if approached. He loves challenges and reasonable dares, and he has a reputation for it in the Hephaestus Cabin. Though no one would wanna see him angry, he's a forgiving fellow, not being angry at someone for long. He loves machines and treats automatons as living beings. Backstory: T.B.R.P.D. Relationships: He has very good relations with his parents, his mother, and his step-father, who he believed to be his biological father before he knew about his godly parentage, but they live back in India, so he meets them only once a year, while he stays at camp half-blood most year-round. At camp half-blood, not many people know him, despite him being there for about 6 years now. He mostly stays to himself, or his Hephaestus half-siblings, mostly hypothesizing an idea for a new machine or playing the latest video game. He has some connections to Camp Jupiter, mostly through Rohit, a childhood friend of Suvansh. He always seemed to have a connection with him at school, and being found out to be a son of Vulcan, he is practically Suvansh's half-brother too! Other: Has a pet imperial gold cat named Floof, which is the size of a hamster! It was a gift from Rohit, who is really good at sculpting metal. Suvansh spent a few days on it, and managed to make it a tiny little automaton pet for himself! It usually hangs around in his backpack, and hands him tools and/or snacks whenever he needs em, though it is really messy at times. Also, ellooo this be my first RP in a long time lol but I'm excited about it :D Password: Pumpkin Pasties [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 04/08/2021 04:04 (2 Years ago) |
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character reference: as I told ya type of drawing: whatever you're comfortable with, idc about price shading/coloring: coloured please! :D [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 01/08/2021 13:44 (2 Years ago) |
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In the arena, where they are suppose to train, fighting against experienced tanji wielders, Mehul couldn't help but feel anxious. What if he's unable to control his sword? He doesn't wanna hurt these people...they are the good guys aren't they? What was one supposed to do if he is given a sword that explodes on contact, against people who were supposed to train him? He can't kill them- Well, he doesn't have to kill anyone for the matter..right? He hadn't really thought about that yet- he did jokingly say stuff about killing people the first time he takes out Grendulas, but did he really want to kill anyone? Even the bad guys were supposed to be spared- you can't decide who lives or dies! While he contemplates all this, he notices a stone golem approach him. Now, stone golems aren't humans, are they? Or even alive, exactly. Golems- everywhere where Mehul's seen or read about, are just inanimate substances given temporary animation. He doesn't have to refrain from destroying them, did he? And if he had to stop, they would make him do so. This was a training program afterall. Soo he unsheathes Grendulas, poises to strike right at the throat of the thing, and does it. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 28/07/2021 15:00 (2 Years ago) |
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"Grendulas has a mind of its own. If someone can learn to talk to him, and even persuade him, he could do much more than exploding at contact. This though, is only theoretical. The one who talked to Grendulas, the only one, he couldn't do much as will him to send explosive slashes into the air!" [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 27/07/2021 02:56 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 26/07/2021 03:44 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 26/07/2021 03:39 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 25/07/2021 19:33 (2 Years ago) |
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It is near midnight when the alarms of the magical calamity detector started blaring in the Ministry of Magic. While most of the employees had completed their shift, the few who remained noticed something they had never seen happen before. The situation that was detected by the detector seemed to be related to a security breach in a scientific facility that was said to be researching pediatric cancer. At first glance it seemed as if the detector had done a mistake, but it was never known to have been wrong before. Overmore, it almost never intertwined with normal muggle problems. But when further research were done, it was deemed that it was no normal muggle accident. The next morning, the employees find the following pamphlets littered around the building: ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛs' sᴛᴏʀʏ:  Show
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You wake up in a dark alleyway, with a
few other people hurdled around you. For a moment, you wonder why
you are here, sleeping on the street, instead of the monotonous
white bed you were used to. Then, you recall the incidents of the
previous night. The night you escaped that building. The plain ol'
white building with white walls and almost everything that you
remembered about it, sharp white. You were kept in a room,
isolated. Given the same food every day and never let out, except
for the occasional "check ups" you had.
Yesterday, though, it all changed, when the alarms started blaring. You could hear a commotion outside your cell, but you could do nothing through the metal door keeping you from escaping. You could do nothing but wait, wait till it was all supressed, like it always had been in the past. This time though, things were different. The gate to your room opened. Not opened, no, broken. Blasted from its hinges. A hand beckoned for you to move out. It wasn't like the hands of the guards and doctors you were used to, but a really muscular one. When you leave your room, you notice a girl, a really muscular and strong one. She was the one who set you free. There were other people around too, all exotic, different from each other. Mutants, as the doctors called you. Everyone was running towards the exit, and you followed too. You had no intention of staying there while the guards came to stop everyone. Right as most of you'll had escaped, the firing began. The girl, the one who broke you free, was one of the first to fall. The next thing you remember was running wildly, away from your captors, along with the others who had been treated like you. ʀᴜʟᴇs: Show
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~ Follow PokeHeroes rules
~ No God-Modding, Bunnying, or similar. ~ Please avoid one-liners. ~ Please don't severely injure other characters without their user's permission. ~ If other users are not happy with what you're doing with the plot, please be considerate and change it accordingly. ~ I have the final decision to accept a character or not ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Show
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~ You can be a wizard, (preferably an
auror, but any other department of the ministry of magic works
too), or you can be a mutant, or both, but only one character each
per person max. Wizards should be above the age of 17, while the
mutants can be kids too.
~ Mutants have a trace of magical blood in them, just like muggle-born wizards do, so they can actually do magic, just they like the training at the start of the RP. ~ The mutants actually are the result of muggle experimentation muggle-borns with magical blood. They were able to shield their work from the Ministry until now, because they had a dark wizard in contact with them, who put up wards in the building such that the ministry could not detect what they were actually doing in there. ғᴏʀᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅs: [b]Name:[/b]
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Posted: Sat, 24/07/2021 15:49 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 24/07/2021 13:01 (2 Years ago) |
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He practiced in periods of 15 minutes, resting for 2 in between. When he believed he sussed out the basics in a few hours, he picked up Grendulas back. While the wooden swords were lighter, Grendulas was just perfectly weighted, as if made for him. He used his newfound knowledge in handling a sword to cut off the neck of one of the dummies, which exploded after it was decapitated. That was great, if he moved fast enough, he could avoid the whiplash from the explosion. He cut off another of the dummies cleanly before deciding he should actuallu start the dummy bot thingy now. On clicking the button, a table rose from the ground which had armour. It was like a samurai armour but just a bit less flashy. He supposed he'd rather put it on quick if whatever was to come needed him to be protected so extravagantly. He didn't take long to put it all on, and just as he was done, there was a buzzer, and he heard something drop near him. It was a grenade. A live one. Instinctively, he bent down and kept his heads under his arms, but when it exploded, it did nothing but tickle. Ah yes he had forgotten about the armour. Soo was this drill supposed to teach him not to be scared of explosions? Or to increase mobility in armour? Maybe both. So when the next dropped on the floor next to him, he didn't crouch, but tried jumping away from it. It didn't even impact him. That repeated for a while, and then a grenade was thrown directly at him. In his surprise he tried to deflect it by his hand, but it exploded on impact, rattling him. "Use your sword to cut the grenades before they reach you" a feminine voice said to him over the loudspeaker. He did as asked. He had kept his blade back into his sheath and attached it to his waist. He unsheathed it carefully, as he had practiced, right in time when the next grenade was launched. Not being completely mindful of the throw, he swiped late, and lost his footing when it hit him. He got up, focused, and managed to hit the next one by the flat of his sword before it reached him. It exploded on impact, but...it did mean he did The next time, he cut it right in half, which seemed to have the same effect. After a few more single ones, two grenades were shot at him from two sides. This continued for a while, and when it finished, he was tired as heck. "First drill complete. Second drill starts in one hour." Said the same voice who instructed him earlier. He dropped to the ground, opened his helmet, and drifted off to sleep. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 24/07/2021 04:47 (2 Years ago) |
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He grasped the sheath of Grendulas in one hand, and the hilt it another, and took it out smoothly. It was glorious. It didn't burn as he imagined, but it was molten red and hot, as if it was in the flames all the time. Though it was molten hot, it wasn't tough to notice it was made of Damascus, and the heat just made the lines swirl occasionally. It was beautiful. He supposed he should drop the sheath aside and hold the hilt by both his hands. Japanese blades are double handed blades, he remembered reading somewhere. He did it a lot clumsier than he had imagined, and almost dropped the sword, but he got the grip in a few moments. He saw the big red button which would "Activate Training Bot Simulator" but he supposed that would be for later, so walked towards one of the immobile test dummies, as clumsily as he was. He brought his arms along with Grendulas above his head, and striked down point blank. The dummy exploded when the sword had just sinked a few inches into its head, and Mehul was thrown aback by the explosion, "Gah". The sword slipped from his hands and he fell to the floor by the impact. When he looked up, the dummy was engulfed in flames, and his sword was just lying on the floor two meters to him, unharmed, though he expected the molten blade to deform when it was impacted. Magic, he supposed. He sat in the same position for a few minutes. When he was good to go, he stood up, grabbed Grendulas, and proceeded to try that again. [Read more] |