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Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Thu, 07/08/2025 05:36 (1 Hour ago)
	There was something odd in his eyes, an odd look akin to mild amusement than anything else, though his smile would tell you he was perfectly pleased with the scenario that was unfolding. "Obvious, is it?" A long pause. Then, he just turned away from the guards for a moment. "...I apologize, ma'am. My mind slipped for a moment. I, The Knight, wished naught but your safety." [Read more]

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Posted: Thu, 07/08/2025 03:58 (2 Hours ago)

There was a long pause, the air still between all parties for a moment. Then, as if his reaction had been delayed by a good few moments, he jumped back, as if startled like a deer. He stared at the newcomer, something odd in his forest-green eyes.

His hand instinctively rose, finding their way to slowly grip a battered, leather-bound book until his knuckles were white.

"...who... I'm sorry."

A smile overcame his gaunt features once more, a pleasant thing.

"Do I know you ma'am? I've got this quite handled."

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Posted: Thu, 07/08/2025 00:28 (6 Hours ago)

A long pause. There was an unending silence that seemed to stretch for eons, then he turned. He turned, and smiled, a wry thing, like something was unendingly amusing to him.

"Oh, hello there, sir," he said, after a moment. "What shiny armor you have."

He stepped forward, coat swirling behind him in the draft of some unfelt wind. He gave a little curtsy, before straightening back up.

"I am but a sinple man. Who may you be?"

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Posted: Tue, 05/08/2025 01:40 (2 Days ago)

The rhythmic stomping of boots against the ground was the first thing that enticed movement from his thin frame- the second being the reminder of the fact that it probably wasn't the safest thing to simply be standing still and watching everything unfold.

He slipped out of the alley he was stood in, humming a small tune under his breath as he walked along the shop-side windows, trying his best to slip by unnoticed. This was all a souring of what would've been a perfectly fine day, truly. Some folks were weak-willed, he supposed. It was in the Ames nature, after all, it was in his, it was in the nature of every weapon without a wielder.

A weapon without a wielder. He almost laughed to himself. What a funny concept.

He paused in his stride, turning to watch. A rampaging Ames was messy work. But he had no affiliation. The Knight had no obligation to do anything here.

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Posted: Mon, 04/08/2025 14:03 (2 Days ago)

The light crinkle of his jacket as he put it on reminded him that he was still alive. A worthwhile promise, to be sure, a promise of the air in his lungs not escaping him for a moment longer, blood rushing through his veins still pumping to the beat of his heart.

His jacket hung a size too large on his body, his rangy frame not quite filling it out. He left the front unbuttoned, as he stepped out into the darkened alleyway, his little vantage point, and watched the carnage unfold as naught more than a simple observer, just a spectator in this bloodsport that read out like some odd novel before him.

The Lightchasers. What a fascinating group of people. The type of people who hadn't given up hope, the world's most valuable resource, as it could power millions and renewed itself infinitely, as was the nature of the indomitable human spirit. To some degree, he supposed, they represented the Yin and the Yang of the cycle, a reset of the dharma of it all, with their strange little systems and workings, their fruitless resistance against a system built to crush such resistance.

He sighed, hands finding their way into the pockets of his baggy trousers, leaning against the wall of the alley.

There was something oddly endearing about this bunch, he supposed.

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Posted: Mon, 04/08/2025 12:48 (2 Days ago)

[IRON]
[GIANT]
[MK-XIX]
[PROPERTY OF]
[VIOLET GLEAM]
Entry 4382.
Do gods fear?
Does god feel pain?
If I am built in an image,
Does that mean that gods fear?
If I am designed just as I design my creations,
Am I nothing more than a fleshy shell that hosts a piece of a soul?

What is a human?
What defines a human?
Is it the indomitable spirit?
Is it the creeping paranoia at night?
Is it the way my skin crawls every time I step outside?
Please explain to me why my skin feels as though it burns in the daylight.

Hell is other people. Hell is other people. Hell is other people. Hell is other- No. No, No. No. No. Hell is the way words spill from your lips soundlessly, Hell is screaming and clawing at the surface of the lake trying desperately for someone, anyone, anyone at all to hear your screams as you drown. Hell is godless, Hell is death, Hell is the moments before you die, when you know you'll die, and you can't do anything about it. God, god, god, Hell is death.

Verbs and nouns and adjectives and adverbs and transitions and prepositions and all the innumerable, godless creations of the english lexicon spill forth and crash over you like you are a mere drifting plank of wood in the ocean and metal bends at your hands, but your mouth refuses to speak, your arms move, but your legs crumble under your own weight and you fall and you fall and you fall and you fall into the driver's seat of a metal cage, and you are the bird, flapping its wings, trying and failing, trying and failing to escape the confines of its gilded prison built by its own to hands.

A bird doesn't have hands. That was a silly analogy.

Haha.

"Haha," quoth the girl in the suit of mechanized steel, staring through a flickering visor at the world below her. "Haha. Haha! Hahaha- I did- I'm out. I'm- I got-" The girl could not finish quite exactly what she had 'got', as- "Shut up! Shut it! God, you're so loud!"

It was an odd sight to behold- a suit of metal on a little, sickly girl, who, at 19, looked like 12, covered in a black cloak in a pathetic attempt to hide amongst the ever-growing shadows of a Chinatown. A Chinatown? A goddamned Chinatown? Why was she in a Chinatow- "Because I want to help, okay?" The girl spoke with such earnest truth that she seemed to believe herself.

"There's some- some rampaging Ames, or whatever- Look, I just want to do something, okay? Maybe not even help. Just- just take a minute to breath away from Mother and Father." The girl never wanted to take a moment to breathe when suggested- "And that's why I don't listen to you, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag! Shut up! Okay! Let me think!"

She took a shaking breath, each movement followed by the creaking of a suit of metal.

"I don't know what I'm doing."

At least she knew.

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Posted: Mon, 04/08/2025 01:30 (3 Days ago)

Power is a dangerous thing. Power- and by extension, Control, is the downfall of all good men, the death of integrity and goodness. Any person who gains power has their fate written out in the stars- as most, if not all, humans would do anything to keep control of it, because a lack of power means the potential death of oneself under the thumb of other parties who do possess that power.

He knew this well- he'd seen plenty in his time, though he wasn't particularly old- and he acted in accordance with the laws placed upon him by the society he existed within, trite and lacking in any particular sense of humanity they may be.

Well. perhaps blaming the society wasn't quite right. Perhaps he should blame whatever higher power existed. Perhaps he should shut up and stop thinking about things that didn't matter, because he lacked the power necessary to change anything, most of all the natural order of this world.

It was simple, really. Like any chain of being, there was an order, that Ames and Vies existed within in the context of this all. They were a separate entity from the foodchain that defines nature, or the chain of being that defines religion, or the caste system that may as well define societies.

It was more of a Yin and Yang, really, two halves of a whole, the brains and the brawn, the logic and emotion warring with each other to gain Power. But as the world saw it, it was simple. Brains wield the Brawn.

And truly, there was no exemplar of this truth- that the Vies wield the Ames- than The Knight.

The Knight was not a knight in any truest sense of the word- no, he was a knight in the same way an philosopher may become a god, a prince may become a king, a child without a role model become troubled in his adult years, it was the natural order of things. The Knight was a Knight as it is what he was called, and it is what he was destined. And as any Knight is, he was nothing more than a sword and a shield to be wielded.

He didn’t look like a weapon- but what human should? It was truly a cruel fate to be designed by the masterminds above as naught moee than a creature of destruction.

No, The Knight was a man as thin as rails, tall and lanky, with a presence that lacked any true semblance of authority. His hair was combed through, dirty blonde locks carefully taken care of, alongside skin marked with long, nasty scars that told the story of many hard-fought years. Gold-rimmed glasses sat askew on his slightly crooked nose, green eyes on the cup of tea he held, the mayhem around him naught but a mere distraction to the quiet contemplation the tea-house allowed him.

He brough the cup to his lips, and sipped.

"Ma'am, I never tire of your tea," he said, a gentle smile flickering over the thin- man's features. "-but, should you not be attempting to, uh, hide, at least?”

The older woman behind the counter just shook her head, braided, graying hair that was once as dark as the night swaying with the movement.

“Not I. I appreciate your patronage, as always, but I believe it is your time to leave.”

He let out a long-suffering sigh, as he rose to his feet, “At least allow me to pay you.”

“You have paid me enough, Knight.”

“...If you believe it so,” he responded, just a moment later. With a swift movement towards the door, he slung a coat over his shoulder, placing the black straw hat upon his head, and exited.

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Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Mon, 04/08/2025 01:29 (3 Days ago)
	"" [Name] Truth [Age] 31 [Gender/Sexuality] Female, Lesbian [Personality] [Description] [Reference Image] (Optional) Show hidden content Input image here if needed, if not delete code. [Role] Vie [Affiliation] Lightchaser [Backstory] [Powers] [Other] [PalPad?] [Y/N] [Read more]

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Posted: Sat, 05/07/2025 08:22 (1 Month ago)

"I am most comfortable when I am impervious to all forms of physical attack."

[Name]
V

[Age]
19

[Gender/Sexuality]
Female, she/her, bi?

[Personality]
An obsession with words and a strange neurotic nature, alongside paranoia, anxiety, a constant fear of death, and a rather frail body combines to make a girl who refuses to leave the suit of mechanized steel she created to protect her from the world. Literally.

[Description]
165CM/5'5. Wavy brown hair. Seemingly some part Eastern Asian, though you wouldn't be able to tell that, because she sits in a 198CM/6'5 metal cage of her own creation,

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[Role]
Vie

[Affiliation]
Rogue

[Backstory]
A quiet girl stricken with the gift and the curse of unimaginable, almost sorcerous prowess with metal, alongside a healthy dose of mental illness borne into a household that promotes success above all is the recipe for a disaster.
And what a disaster Violet Gleam turned out to be.

[Powers]
[Hephaestus' Fall]
The god-given talent for machines and steel distilled into a single, nervous wreck of a human being, a suit of armor controlled with her mind encases her fully and truly. The only downside is that the moment you find a crack in her armor, she's basically dead. Get her in water? Dead. Get her in sand? Dead. Get her in anything a suit of mechanized steel wouldn't be able to escape from, and she's dead.

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Posted: Sat, 05/07/2025 08:21 (1 Month ago)

"To wield a sword, you must be one with the sword."

[Name]
J.D.N / "The Knight"

[Age]
28

[Gender/Sexuality]
Male. Unclear.

[Personality]
A quiet man of little words and seemingly unending patience, The Knight is kind to those who treat the weak with kindness, but a man of retribution a thousand times over. Intelligent, with a surprising flair for dramatics, yet shackled by deep, sinking depression. Cares too much, and for that, he cares too little. Paradoxical in nature, nihilistic, yet purpose-seeking, godless yet searching for a place of worship. The Knight is a man that makes no sense realistically.

[Description]
The Knight stands at 188 centimeters, or 6'1. His hair is a dirty blonde, slightly wavy, and reaches his shoulders. It is often fashioned into a short ponytail. He has green eyes, lightly tanned skin, appears to be caucasian of descent, and looks somewhat thin. Despite being tall, his frame is not large, and is not particularly handsome. Rose-Gold rimmed glasses sit perched on the bridge of his nose. Oftentimes is spotted wearing a wide-rimmed hat of some sorts, and a long coat. Seems to carry around an old diary, the front page marked with initials- J.D.N & P.V.O. he has cuff links with a crest on it- in the form of a N. The inscription on them reads- To God and Glory. House Nichols.

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[Role]
Ames

[Transformation]
A great sword similar in appearance to the Buster Sword from FFVII. The initials J.D.N are etched into the flat end of the blade.

[Affiliation]
Rogue

[Backstory]
The Knight emerged in the darkest underbelly of the city about five years ago. According to the reports, he showed up with no clear memory of his past nor his present. The only thing he remembered was his name- marked by the initials J.D.N. He oftens mutters about some play that no one's ever heard of - "Vivat Vivienne."

[Powers]
[LIMIT]
[Limit allows for brief amplifications of power in exchange for damage dealt to the physical form. Due to the high metabolistic cost of this ability, alongside the great strain higher Vs of this ability place upon the body, anything past V1 is rarely used. Seems to have taken a toll on the Knight's psyche, as he suffers lobg-term memory loss.]

[Limit V1: The Sword]
When a human, The Knight exchanges small amounts of life force to amplify physical strength, movement speed, reaction time and can charge weapons to unleash moderately-ranged energy blasts. Effective in most situations, yet costly, due to his low natural endurance. Lasts for 5 minute bursts, before a 2 minute cooldown.

[Limit V1.5: The Shield]
When a human, The Knight exchanges small amounts of life force to amplify raw physical ability, greatly improving his physical strength, endurance, and gaining a type of 'armor'. Greatly hinders movement speed, but allows for extremely powerful blows to an enemy. Highly situational, and more costly, due to the amount of life-force required to hold a defensive line. Lasts for 3 minutes, before a 3 minute cooldown.

[Limit V2: The Tome]
When a human, and in either V1 or V1.5, the Knight can exchange a moderate amount of life-force to gain access to a number of ranged abilities, including explosive attacks, homing arrows, and bolts of lightning. Using more than 5 of these abilities within a 24-hour period leads to severe damage to the body.

[Limit V3: The Crown]
When a human, and in either V1 or V1.5, The Knight can exhange a large amount of life force to gain access to the Kingslayer. With the benefits of V1, V1.5 and V2 with none of the drawback for 3 minutes, this ability is highly effective. Can only be used once more.

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Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Sat, 05/07/2025 00:58 (1 Month ago)
	res [Read more]

Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Mon, 09/06/2025 13:45 (1 Month ago)
	Hey, pal! Are sign ups still open? Would love to join. [Read more]

Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Wed, 12/02/2025 03:32 (5 Months ago)
	fascinating [Read more]

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Posted: Sun, 26/01/2025 05:55 (6 Months ago)

This dilemma came from where all cataclysms usually do. It came from an idea. An innocent, nondescript idea that, by the end of things, ruined friendships and relationships and all that.

In this world, there was a video game. Perhaps not the most dangerous thing, no, but it was addicting. The simulated reality within it was a version of our own, in which you could do anything, be anything, build anything, and create anything.

And within this world, in a private 'server', there was a plan, a proof of concept. A group of ten of the biggest content creators to be stuck within a world where they would be soulbound to another. Simple. ANy damage they take, you take. If you die, they die. Each group had 3 lives.

With the incentive of a $150,000 prize pool obtained beforehand, the games of betrayal and death began.

[Full disclosure, this is fully based off of Grian's Double Life series on YT.]

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3. This is HEAVILY LORE BASED. I won't take full control, but plot points will have to run in a specific direction.
4. Semi-lit level
5. will updat elater

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Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Wed, 08/01/2025 02:15 (6 Months ago)
	Damien stood up at Madame Isla’s voice, picking his plate up. He considered talking to the others, but.,. He doubted they’d hear him. Instead, he went to put his tray away. [Read more]

Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Wed, 08/01/2025 01:36 (6 Months ago)
	“Percy. That’s what i called you.” Pause. “Doesn’t feel too good when someone else calls you by a different name, huh?” Jackson’s tone was dismissive and unfeeling. “You’ve already ruined my life enough for a week. Sod off.” [Read more]

Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Wed, 08/01/2025 01:30 (6 Months ago)
	“I said, that my name’s Jackson.” He kept his voice level, not reacting to anything she said, as best he could. That was the best way to unnerve her. “You know that, right, Percy?” [Read more]

Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Sun, 05/01/2025 00:58 (7 Months ago)
	resd, shattered, looks good [Read more]

Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Fri, 03/01/2025 04:41 (7 Months ago)
	@comfy ty goat @pie resd [Read more]

Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227	Posted: Fri, 03/01/2025 00:57 (7 Months ago)
	resd [Read more]

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