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[Nightwisher]

Premise

You've died! Congratulations!
You've been brought to Hell due to your transgressions. Most importantly, your final transgression.
Based on your last sin, most likely the sin that led to your death, you will be faced with the trials of Hell's Carnival.
First and foremost, it will be your duty as a lost, damned soul to follow the six hundred sixty six rules of the Carnival. What are those rules? Well, you'll find out eventually. The best way to find out is to break one of the rules. You will first get a warning, and if you break that same rule again, then you will face the Tamer. Keep in mind that the Ticket Master will know when a rule is broken.

Now, as long as you follow the rules, then all you have to do is pass your trial. What is your trial? As stated before, that depends on what sin brought you here. You will not be told when your trial begins, and you will not be told how to win. Each trial is on an individual basis, even if you may face things as a group. The goal is to pass your trial and get out of Hell. If you fail to pass, you will be kept in Hell and transform into one of its carnies. But don't worry, it's not so bad. Some may say it's even better than Heaven.


Rules of the Role Play

1) All RPN rules apply

2) Be respectful to the GM. If your character does not pass their trial and is forced to stay in Hell, there is nothing to be done.

3) Powers are allowed! However, power or meta gaming is not.

4) Players of all posting types welcome! Whether you’re a one-liner, para, multi-para, novella, first person, third person, or second person roleplayer, you’re more than welcome to post here! That being said, please no text speak in your posts (“u” instead of “you”, etc.) and please try and be as grammatically correct as possible! I understand a few mistakes here and there, but please at least put some effort into your posting. Though all posting types are allowed in TCS, as the GM I personally prefer at least one line. One worded posts I do take issue with.

5) People are allowed to play two characters(duos). However, due to intended cast size as well as intended roleplaying speed, as well as GMs ability to keep up with everything going on, this will be limited to five roleplayers with their ten characters. (Currently 4 spots are taken. DM me to take one)


Template

Picture or description of appearance (Or both)

Name: [Name of your character]

Canon: [What canon or OC?]

Powers/Abilities/Equipment: [A wiki page will do, but you can explain it if you want]

Personality: [IBID]

Bio: [IBID]

Sin: [Specifically, and only, the sin that led to your death: Sins in the movie are Greed, Naivety, and Grief but you can choose any sin you want! One of the Classic Seven Deadly, or just one you think will fit the character best. But it will have to lead to your character's death, so keep that in mind.]

Other info: [Anything else we need to know?]​

 

[DerpyCarp]

• Fluffington the Mighty
• CRB the Phantom Thief

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  Picture or description of appearance: A shiny Eevee with Shining Silver Fur, who appears extra fluffy compared to others of her kind. She is small for her age.
  
  
  
  Name: Fluffington the Mighty
  
  Canon: Pokemon OC
  
  Powers/Abilities/Equipment: A specialty trained luckily bred Eevee, her stats are way outside normal limits. She has the Absolute Maximum Defense and Special Defense of a Shuckle, and the HP of a Blissey, Fluffington the Mighty is a walking Tank, capable of withstanding Battles with Legendary's, only for them to Struggle themselves to defeat. On the opposite end of the Spectrum, the absolute focus has left her with no Attacking power to speak of, and is more like getting hit with a pillow if she were to Tackle someone. Her speed isn't anything special.
  Her time outside of Space/Time has left her with Moves she didn't know she had, not that she readily remembers many to begin with. Her move set seems to encompass anything an Eevee can/could ever possibly learn, in any universe.
  Fluffington has a Berry Bag full of Lum Berries, and a focus Sash tied around her neck in a bow.
  
  Personality: Fluffington the Mighty is a fairly happy individual. She tends not to let others dictate her mood, unless she is particularly attached to them. She likes to bounce around and shed on others with her silvery fur, and boasts about her prowess in battle.
  
  Bio: Fluffington the Mighty was born with a shimmering silver coat among a pack of otherwise normal Eevees. Seeing as her coat was very attention drawing, they abandoned her by the river, which she inevitably fell in and was carried downstream to the coast several miles away. Then she was taken in by a gym of Fighting Types who beat to death trained with any normal type they could lock up convince to join them. Three Years passed, with this baby Eevee being beaten training constantly, until a freak storm came in the middle of the night, washing the gym and everyone in it out to sea with no other survivors.
  Fluffington the Mighty washed up on the shore of a Mysterious island and befriended a group of Pokemon Mercenaries, who's adventures led them to battle Legends and Myths over the course of 10 years. Eventually they came across a being who could control the passage and fabric of Time itself. A long battle commenced, and there was a mighty Roar, Fluffington The Mighty took the blow for her comrades, and in a horrid twist of luck or fate, vanished.
  
  Sin: Heresy.
  
  Other info: FLUFFINGTON THE MIGHTY IS A TOTAL IDIOT! SHE IS SO DUMB, HER BRAIN USES SO LITTLE OXYGEN SHE CAN HOLD HER BREATH FOR UP TO 12 HOURS. Also, if she befriends someone, she tends to think the best of them.
  
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  Picture or description of appearance: CRB is a Shiny Celebi who wears a Maroon Fedora with his calling card in the brim and matching Maroon Tie while on the hunt for Treasures, The Card has a Stylized Clock Face on one side and CRB on the other. He disguises himself in a White Blouse and Black Skirt and Heels, with Glasses while performing his/her duty's in the Annals of Eternity.
  
  
  
  
  Name: CRB the Phantom Thief, Scholar of Time, The Bookkeeper
  
  Canon: Pokemon OC
  
  Powers/Abilities/Equipment: Celebi can Travel through Time Freely and exist Simultaneously through time. They can detect anomaly's in time, as well as pull others through time, both forward and backwards. CRB knows all moves a Celebi can know. CRB carries an infinite amount of custom calling cards, to leave where ever he steals from.
  
  Personality: In his CRB Persona, he is cocky and self assured, often sending letters as a challenge to those he intents to steal from. He also thrives on attention, making his thefts as showy as possible, and speaking about himself in the Third Person.
  As The Bookkeeper, she is patient and quiet, only speaking aloud to guide others to their destination and to protect the Annals. If she has a fondness toward the person, her demeanor shifts to be more Motherly.
  
  Bio: The Bookkeeper is the Guardian of the Annals of Eternity. She spent her time Reading through the stories within, Organizing and Cleaning the Shelves, and guiding any who entered her Domain to the knowledge that they needed. Over several lifetimes, she became jaded with her lot in life. Why should she be trapped in this Dusty Library forever when other Celebi got to roam the Forests and watch over Time as it unfolded. It wasn't FAIR! She donned a disguise and became the Legendary Phantom Thief, CRB. Known by his Calling Card that he left behind, He stole precious artifacts from all of history, past and future, storing them away in the Annals where no one could find them.
  Until one day, she was visited by a group of adventurers, looking for a way to save their archipelago home, they had come to the Annals to search for a solution. As she guided the group, one of them, by fate or chance, stumbled away and found her hidden treasure trove. She was panicked, and quickly confronted the interloper, but was surprised when the Eevee showed not disgust or rage at his stealing, but admiration for his skill and power. CRB had, after all his time alone, made a friend. The group found their information and left, but Returned, many, many times. Eventually, a heist went wrong, and CRB found himself on the opposing side of his friend and her comrades. In a moment of compassion she called off her allies, and let the Mythical Pokemon leave, on the condition that He leave the treasure behind as well. It was the first and only Time he had lost his target.
  Later on, the Unthinkable had happened. The Annals of history were damaged, and two recordings of events had appeared. For the First time in all of Time Dialga appeared and ordered the Bookkeeper to destroy all previous recordings of events, and replace them with the new recordings, before leaving again. Curious, the Scholar of Time began to Read the new additions and compare them to the old ones, and discovered something horrible. Dialga had erased someone from the timeline itself. Everything they did, Everyone they helped, was undone. Her eyes began to water as the implications of what had happened set in. Her one and only friend, was gone, with only her to morn their passing. She hid the books away where only one of her kind could find, defying her orders, and donned her disguise once more. She abandoned herselves, her history, her home, and her purpose to enter the void outside of Time and steal her friend back, no matter the cost.
  
  Sin: Grief.
  
  Other info: Celebi don't have genders, and this one changes how they identify based on which persona they are in.
  

 

[Necessity4Fun]

• Face
• General
• Bio
• Proficiencies
• Extra

• Rayda Valence
• Details

  Full name: Rayda Ann Valence
  Age: Twenty
  Gender: Female
  Race: Werewolf
  Canon: OC
  Sin: Grief
  

  Appearance

  Modest, shy and gentle, Rayda stands at a feeble 5' 3'', 107 lbs, a wisp of a girl that despite being cheerful and smiling at others, also seems to be always nervous and fearful of something, actively trying to remain out of sight. A medium golden brown hair that's always seem tied in a single braid and a pair of light blue eyes so soft that they appear grey under certain lighting, only seem to add to the impression of frailty she gives out.
  
  A country girl through and through, Rayda has a huge liking to long dresses and skirts, with conservative, yet pretty and inviting designs and patterns. She's not very fond of shorter or bolder clothes, preferring to wear something more humble and less showy. You'll never see her in sleeveless shirts, bright colors or fancy fabrics and short sleeves have always to come with a plus, maybe frills maybe something else that gives them a little more protection.
  If she were to wear something shorter, depending on the attire, people would be able to see a couple scars, most notably a vicious animal's bite mark by her right shoulder, ever painful and recent-looking as if it had been a current month occurrence, not something from eight years ago.
  
  During the full moon, Rayda becomes a massive, powerful wolf-creature, capable of standing at its hind legs, with brown and black fur, the same shade of blue eyes from her human form, prominent sharp claws, fangs and a notable lack of a tail.
  

  Spoiler: Color Reference

  
• Personality

  Tormented by mistakes of the past she's assumed as her fault, Rayda has grown melancholic and overly anxious with time. Deeming herself dangerous, Rayda avoids approaching people too much, looking them as if they were made of glass and capable of breaking with a touch. Similarly, she's extremely jumpy when approached by others, always trying to keep a certain distance from them, or at last measuring her every move very carefully. The girl is quick to apologize and take the blame for things, even if the concerned party has already said it's fine. It's never truly fine, it's just flattery.
  
  Rayda can't tell why she's still alive or what the point of it even is. She's just resigned to living after being unable of following up with multiple attempts to end it. If anything, Rayda takes her life as a punishment, atoning for the terrible things she has done, which makes her a very helpful person. Too helpful, constantly putting herself in deadly situations, secretly hoping to die. The smallest mistake, anything that may cause her to flashback and remember her current 'condition' brings about intense self-deprecation, melancholy and suicidal wishes. Though she'll attempt to hide these from sight, when by herself, Rayda has a propensity to give in to self-harm as a way to alleviate her crushing guilt and regrets.
  
  Horrified at what people might think of her if she were to let her struggle and broken psyche come to light, Rayda puts a cheerful facade in public, reminiscent of the old her, a gentle, innocent, helpful and generous young woman, upbeat like a ray of sunshine. An act that leaves her heartbroken at every new occurrence, yet that she just can't muster to drop. Any attempts to help her or direct approaches to the subject get ignored and shut down instantly if they're noticed. This is her hell to pay, hers and no one else's. Rayda is determined to pull through it on her own.
  

  Backstory

  From a little countryside town of supernatural hunters, kept much like an isolated village somewhere in Lousiana, Rayda lived with her older brother. The pair had been rendered orphan at a young age when their dad didn't return from a hunt and, a couple years later, their mom had thrown herself in front of the two to shield them from the attack of a creature that had breached the town's security. Growing up in this circumstances, the two siblings were adopted by the townsfolk. The brother, harnessing a strong distaste for the supernatural, cast aside the rest of his childhood insisting on and on and eventually succeeding to become one of the youngest members of the hunters ever.
  
  Meanwhile, Rayda, being too young to understand much at the time of the happenings and not allowed contact with any 'hunter exclusive knowledge' by being female, just had one wish: to be just like her big brother! In her bright, innocent and naive eyes he was an example to be followed: dedicated, hardworking, kind; always the coolest, the bravest, the fairest, the most generous; incapable of doing anything wrong and good at everything. She truly idolized him, even going as far to bend the rules a bit by making herself bows and arrows from leftover materials from the woods and practising with it in secret from everyone else.
  Instead of playing-pretend like the other kids, she'd practice all day hoping to one day being so awesome at archery that the other would have to let her join the hunters too! Once her favorite place behind the barn had been found out, stubborn little Rayda had started dodging the townsfolk to escape deep within the forest, completely out of sight, to practice. Peaceful as it may be, the girl had failed to consider how dangerous straying away from the village could be, which didn't take too long for her to get to experience beforehand.
  
  The morning had started like any other. Rayda bid her brother goodbye as he left on to join the other hunters in patrol, ate her breakfast, picked a basket filled with pre-made sandwiches, her handmade bow and quill filled with arrows made from sticks and pointy rocks and off she went to practice, making sure not to be seen or followed. To be honest, the only thing out of normal had been the fact that she had been able to hit the makeshift target not just once, but twice! Filled with proud and extremely fired-up at the prospect of getting better at it, the girl had practised even harder, merely taking a break to eat and going back at it as soon as she was done. She had been so focused on the task that Rayda had not noticed when the sun started setting behind her.
  Suddenly it was late, too late to be wandering in the woods all alone...
  
  Running on her way back had proven unsuccessful as night had caught up to her mid-way.
  
  ...It all happened too fast.
  The forest had fallen into an untypical silence, a growl and a pair of vicious yellow eyes peeking from the bushes. When Rayda was able to process what had just occurred, she could see an enormous, odd black wolf, illuminated by the moonlight, had her pinned to the ground, her quill had been knocked aside, scattering arrows on the grass. Terrified, the girl just laid there frozen as beastly eyes watched her attentively as if assessing her reactions, it lowered its head, slowly, saliva dripping from its sharp teeth and into her dress. At this point, Rayda was praying to both angels and demons for salvation and apologising for anything she had ever done, convinced that it was the end, but when the animal's teeth sank on her shoulder adrenaline and self-preservation spoke louder. Reaching for an arrow on the floor, the girl jabbed it into the beast's eye without thinking twice, making a run for it once the creature let go, a howl of pain echoing almost instantly.
  Rayda did not look back, assuming that the wolf was also giving chase once she could hear the sound of rustling grass and stomping behind her. Zig-zagging in-between the trees, Rayda had run like never before, only focused on getting to her village alive. Oh, heavens! If she survived she'd never ever ever leave her town again!! NEVER!! And then there was a hole right in front of a trees' roots. Instead of climbing over those, Rayda found herself sliding down an opening, falling face first into a mound of dirt. The creature had even scurried inside with its big paws, trying to make the entrance wider, but failed to do so as its claws barely chipped away at the rocky underground wall, giving up after a while. The girl had taken a couple of breaths, finally feeling calmer and safer, before she felt her vision blur and passed out due to blood loss.
  
  She had awakened back at the town and would have believed it all to be a dream if it wasn't for a very worried, yet angry, brother waiting beside the bed. Apparently, he had started a rescue party to search for her once he noticed she was missing and the dogs had found her unconscious in a cold, damp, cavernous hole, dirty, with cuts, bruises and a ragged, bloodstained dress. Maybe it had been the avalanche of lectures that had followed, or the adults acting as if they knew more than her again, or a rebellious streak at the fact that she was grounded until "she learned to be responsible", or even something else, an unconscious fear she wasn't completely aware of, but Rayda had not shared the details of her adventure or made any mentions of her past night encounter. If anyone had been suspicious, they hadn't said a thing and had been just as guilty as her.
  
  She really didn't know any better, she couldn't have known-
  
  A month later Rayda would transform for the first time, making a festive occasion into a massacre, the town who had been ready to defend from an outside attack, utterly powerless and taken by surprise when the enemy came from inside instead. The girl would wake up deeper in the woods, a couple of feet away from the town, a chunk of time between sunset and now seemingly lost, not mention unusually fatigued after a supposed night of sleep. In her still rather drowsy state, Rayda made her way back, appalled at the sheer destruction and gore of the whole thing. not even the kids had been spared and that which was once a celebratory bonfire seemed to have escaped it's boundaries and consumed some houses. Carefully stepping through the rubble of wood, broken glass and god knows what else, the girl eventually found her brother, also the rest of the hunter's party. Apparently, they had come back from their 3-day incursion a bit earlier and Liam had driven their attacker away, though not without harm.
  For the next days, Rayda had watched as the remaining townspeople (mostly those that had been away on other duties) started the cleanup after a first day filled with mourning. Rayda herself even helped a bit before her odd lack of energy caught up to her again and she felt forced to stay in her bed. From both her brother and overhearing conversations, she came to learn what a werewolf was and whatever little information they had gathered about them on the hunter's tome. Rayda's mind had travelled back to her night on the woods and the enormous black wolf that had almost killed her, however bits of sounds and images, like lost, scattered memories kept popping here and there, panicked, horrified screams, animal sound and- terrible, terrible things, always from a point of view that could not be hers... could it? The more time passed, the more doubts pilled up on her, with the girl ultimately deciding that if there was any possibility that she had been the perpetrator of the incident, that her village and more importantly, her brother would be better without her.
  
  In a solitary, extreme plan of action, Rayda left her home behind, talking no more than a few changes of clothes and a rustic necklace, with a blue stone carved in a drop shape that had once been her mom's. Living by herself in the forest was difficult at first, yet always the crafty one, Rayda had grown to use of the natural materials at her disposal to craft traps, weapons and the like. As the memory gap and broken bits of records kept occurring, Rayda became more and more aware of how dangerous she could possibly be, moving ever so frequent that no one could locate her and that in case the beast, or whatever it emerged she would not cause problems to nearby cities. At least she had tried it, yet the creature had managed to find its way into civilization one or other time, forcing her to move quite abruptly. The dead count kept raising and with the ever-haunting presence of the curse, Rayda's tomboyish, courageous personality withered into anxiety and fear as she came to learn more about her new state. She's tried to end it too, so so many times, but to no avail...
  
  Aldenburg was at the start meant to be just one more stop, a temporary visit, but Rayda came to fall in love with the place and its people, that had taken her in oh so warmly, becoming attached to it enough that she made everything in her power to get to stay. The cottage where she lives? Afforded with a mix of money acquired from poor souls that had fallen victim to the beast and a small loan that the girl is yet to pay. With the constant help of neighbors and kind townspeople, Rayda has come this far, no longer a starving, wandering child in the woods, but the owner of her own small, if not satisfactory and pleasant business. She could almost, almost forget how much of her presence is a danger to these people and enjoy herself, almost; Though the cruel full moon would never allow such a thing, coming back month after month, always a looming reminder of sins past and new possible mistakes future, keeping the poor girl always on edge.
• Weapon

  
  

  A large bow (and about 30 arrows)​

  Mundane skills

  
  

  Archery: An habit that was never dropped. Rayda grew up to eventually buy a good bow, as opposed to the one she had built as a child. With warm memories of easier times in her heart, the girl never stopped training on it, getting slightly better at handling the bow and holding the arrow steady. It also makes for good intimidation when a normally sweet lady comes at you with a determined expression and a bow and arrow. Trespassers beware.
  
  Gardening: Everything started the day Rayda decided to stop moving and plant the seed of an apple she had, now what was once just curiosity and fascination has become a well-loved activity that she makes a living from. In the front, arrays of flowers and other plants adorn a little simplistic wooden house and in the back, Rayda tends for fruits and vegetables that she sells in the town, always without a drop of chemicals. To the few people that have become reoccurring clients, Rayda even makes home deliveries.
  
  Trap-making: A left over from both her childhood and her life in the woods, Rayda knows an array of different knot techniques and can, for example, craft a net from ropes and/or vines. What was once used to catch animals, store her belongings and ensure her survival, these days are employed as rustic anti-thief alarms and to protect her crops from wild animals or just curious kids, none of which will come to any harm. Probably just get a scare, or two.
  
  Quarentine Needed: Opposed to the excuses she uses, Rayda has never actually indulged in carpentry work. What she's gotten quite efficient at doing with time, however, it's boarding up an entire house in less than 30 minutes. Guaranteed to be sturdy enough to take a raging bull! ...Or just a huge wolf-creature hitting its body against it. All it requires is some wooden boards, nails, a hammer and we're ready to go!​

  Magical abilities

  
  

  Killing Machine: Intended to be a predator through and through, werewolves are notably stronger, faster and more resistant than normal humans. With enhanced strength, they're capable of dealing deadly blows that can break through wood and striking down trees, their enhanced speed and senses make them incredibly fast capable of reading a prey's or attacker's movement by the sheer twist of their musculature, predicting what a next move may be, locating them by nothing but the sound of a sheer breath or even their accelerated heartbeats. Nocturnal creatures, they can see, smell and hear like their animal counterparts, yet are smarter than normal wolves and possess stamina enough to go on a rampage for hours without rest, making them just that more dangerous.
  
  Healing: Though not capable of feats such as regenerating lost limbs, werewolves' have an extremely fast healing factor that will close cuts and fix wounds in a matter of seconds. Their hides are also thick enough to resist low calibre bullets without minding them, needing higher power guns to actually harm them.
  
  Claws and Fangs: Not much to say about these. They're pointy and deadly and do what you'd expect them to do, bite out and rip apart flesh like a child's play.​

  Other Notes:

  
  

  Rayda's enhanced stamina, sense of smell and strength are passive and stick with her even out of her werewolf form. There used to be a section about this in here called 'Failures and Flaws' so I'm writing it down instead. She's used to accidentally breaking things by using too much force on them and then having to put them back together... somehow.​
• --Theme Song--
  
  

 

[PopcornPie]

Name: Lucky
Canon: Whacked!
Powers/Abilities/Equipment: Lucky is quick and nimble, as rabbits go. He boasts a sharp eye and a strong jaw packed with sharp little teeth.
Personality: In a nutshell, Lucky is pure rage in a bottle. The slightest mishap can get him on a vengeful spree, and he tends to go for the most...er, "thorough" solution. He can be quite a snarker, and he is not afraid to speak his mind, but he is not a conversationalist. Lucky's sense of humor is a bit dark as well. He loves a good prank, or violent punchline. Despite all of this, there could very well be a gentle, artistic side to him. He has claimed that he likes writing poems in his spare time.
Bio: If Lucky's start of darkness wasn't the loss of his paws in a good luck charm factory, then who knows what it is. Somehow, he managed to survive without his limbs well into his adulthood, but is on a mission to reclaim them. For some reason, his search lead him to the game show "Whacked!", where he ended up thrown into a series of life threatening battle royales in unpleasant locations.
He did win in the end, but was supposedly put through "The Infamous Phony Show Cancellation Round", which, unbeknownst to him, wasn't phony at all. Due to his success, the show was going to be cancelled, and the host, Van Tastic, was making a last ditch effort to revive his plummeting ratings.
Lucky was nearly suckered into going for a "Grand Prize", but a quick look at the contract revealed that the price would be his soul. Valuing his soul over the prize, he attempted to shove Van off and escape. This is when Van became enraged and tried to destroy him, but his small size and durability kept him safe. Bitter over the trap, Lucky simply continued the search for his paws.
Sin: Wrath.
Other info: I will try my hardest to keep up, but some days I might feel too sleepy to write. To keep this from happening, I'll be practicing a better sleep schedule.

 

[Jeef_jones]

Name: Markus Velafi

Canon: Thrilling intent

Powers/Abilities/Equipment: Markus Velafi

Personality: Markus Velafi

Bio: Markus Velafi

Sin: Pride​

 

[2Bornot2B]

Viktoriya Ivanovna Serebryakov or 'Visha' for short

Canon: Youjo Senki

Powers/Abilities/Equipment:
Powers: Magic
Abilities: See above.
Equipment: STG 44, Standard Empire flight apparatus, standard type 97 operation orb and backup luger

Personality: She is carefree, friendly, hopeful, a God-believer, and an optimistic person. She always cares for the lives of her commander, best friend and her comrades. She is naive and slightly childish despite her age, she often gets excited and pumped up whenever people talk about food with her. Although she is scared when her commander, Tanya Degurechaff, becomes angry, she always thinks positive and never gives up in the hope she would act like a normal young girl.

Bio:​

She was conscripted due to her magical talent and attended cadet school in 1923. She was appointed as Corporal alongside Harald von Vist and Kurst von Walhorf under the command of previously ranked Second Lieutenant Tanya Degurechaff. With the recommendation from First Lieutenant Schwarzkopf and Tanya Degurechaff she was sent to OCS and went through an accelerated program. After graduating from OCS she was assigned to be Tanya's adjutant because of their familiarity and gender. She also joined the training unit V601, and was retrained by Tanya in Alpen Mountains Zugspitze Training Area. Finally, she completed the retrained mission, and became the member of 203rd Aerial Mage Battalion.

Sin: Wrath
Other info: Best.Coffee.Ever.


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[Jeremiah]

Ramius Dreissen

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Sin: Lust

• Physical Description
• Powers/Abilities/Equipment
• Personality
• Short Biography

• Armoured to the teeth in the standard-issue platemail common amongst Knights of low status, Ramius' set is coloured coal black with brilliant golden trims, contrasting with her ashen white hair and fur cloak. With dull crimson eyes and fair, but battle-scarred skin, Ramius stands at six feet tall with a muscular build and notably large bosom. Decorating her armour are various red gemstones, and at the heart of her cloak's clasp is a polished garnet the size of a golf ball.
• Knight's Lance & Tower Shield: Self-explanatory - they are the standard-issue lance and shield distributed to the Knights should those be their armaments of choice. The lance and shield are both crafted from gleaming silver metals with gold inlays; inlays which wreathe her lance in leaves, and which portray a woman with arms open in loving embrace across the face of her shield.
  
  Protective Wards: Blessed by the goddess herself, Ramius is protected by her faith. Her body is more durable, her equipment is slow to rust, and is otherwise more difficult to damage.
  
  An Eye for Erotica: Has good taste in porn, but will never own up to it.
  
  Exceptional Strength: Ramius took her knightly training seriously, and has honed her body into a fine physical instrument. Able to move nigh unencumbered by her heavy armour, and wield her wholly unwieldy weaponry with great dexterity, Ramius is truly a force to be reckoned with.
  
  Undying Conviction: Knighthood is not for the faint of heart. Some Knights lose their will to fight on the job, while some are driven to the brink of madness - some stoop so low as to take up the life of an Outlaw. Ramius is not one of those Knights. With a deeply ingrained loyalty to faith and nation, Ramius enacts the goddess' will diligently.
• Strong of will and moral compass, but prickly and sexually repressed, Ramius earns her title as "The Loner Knight" Inwardly a perverted woman with an affinity for carnal pleasures, Ramius struggles to reconcile this with her outward persona of a virtuous Knight, and especially with her very faith. Inheriting both an insatiable appetite for sex and a furious bloodlust from her mother, in addition to a deep sense of religious repentance from her father and brother, the end result is a Knight who has convinced herself no man will consider her a partner until she has proved herself as a true Knight through hard work and great humility. Unfortunately, this mindset more often manifests as a deep insecurity which leads her to alienate any prospective adventuring companions and throw caution to the wind, and embark on dangerous quests solo.
• Born the younger daughter of a legendary Knight and one of her husbands, Ramius knew early in life the path she would choose. Driven both by a perverted desire to wed many more husbands than an ordinary citizen is permitted, and a righteous ideal of protecting the weak and enacting the goddess' justice, Ramius followed in the footsteps of her mother and brother. Finally passing her Knight's trial and becoming a Knight, her parents expressed nothing but pride, while her brother was anything but.
  
  Though he stilled his tongue at first, their mother's death was the tipping point. Ever since, Ramius' brother has taken every opportunity he could get to discourage his sister from the path of a Knight while he rose ever higher up the ranks. Internalizing her inferiority in the shadow of her mother's legends, and her brother's snide comments, Ramius developed into an insecure young Knight who recklessly charges headlong into danger alone in foolhardy bids to improve her reputation more quickly. This nasty habit has only ended up slowing her down, and getting her hurt. Her brother fears she may one day end up dead because of this, or worse...

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[Jeef_jones]

Name: Inien the witch

Canon: Thrilling intent

Powers/Abilities/Equipment: Inien

Personality: Inien

Bio: Inien

Sin: Pride​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

"Did I ever tell you the definition... of insanity?"

Name
Vaas Montenegro

Canon

Powers/Abilities/Equipment​

• Highly Skilled Marksman​
• Highly Trained Fighter​
• Equipment: Hunting Knife​

Personality
What is known about Vaas' personality comes from his close (and dangerous) encounters with the main protagonist. Close observation shows that he is reckless, violent, sadistic, brutal, unpredictable, cynical, Machiavellian, psychopathic, insane, extremely prideful, and a remorseless pirate lord with a dark sense of humor and a frighteningly violent personality - who is feared even by his own men - some of whom are as chaotic and psychotic as Vaas.

Despite being crazier and more mentally unstable than the other antagonists, such as Hoyt Volker, he was a charismatic and masculine leader and provided most of the jokes in the Far Cry Experience which saw the torture of Christopher Mintz-Plasse and his camera-man at the hands of Vaas.

However one can notice that once Christopher is not moving for the last time, he begins to attempt a resuscitate Chris. After failing, he seems to begin to genuinely mourn him, just before a fellow pirate announces Jason's arrival. Showcasing how quickly Vaas' moves from one obsession to the next, he then humorously begins to bury Chris' head in sand. This marks one of the few (if any) times in which he shows remorse towards one of his victims.

Bio
Vaas was born in 1985 on the Rook Islands and from a young age, he was a member of the native Rakyat. He was particularly close to his sister Citra and mentions that his first kill was for her.

Sometime before 2012, Vaas became addicted to drugs, brought to the islands by deranged slave and drug trafficker Hoyt Volker. Vaas eventually established contact with Volker who found potential in Vaas and promoted him to right-hand man. Vaas went on to become the leader of the Pirates, a faction consisting of pirates that came to the Rook Islands to rape, pillage, steal and murder.

Vaas and his men would help Volker with his business (such as growing marijuana fields and kidnapping and selling native inhabitants of the island into slavery) and strike terror and injustice in the Rakyat and the islands that are rightfully theirs. Vaas would operate from a hidden fortress in the North Island from where he would oversee the deaths and destruction he caused on the natives and the Rakyat who were once considered his family.

During Jason and his friends' trip in Bangkok, they hear about an island where you "can do anything" from Doug, the nightclub DJ that works as a spotter for Vaas. They then decided to do a blind skydive over the Rook Islands. After landing, they are soon captured by Vaas and his Pirates. While Jason and his older brother Grant are tied up, Vaas explains how he is going to ransom them for large amounts of money from their parents. It is revealed later that even after receiving the ransom money, Vaas would sell them all as slaves for increased profit.

After Jason and Grant escape and brew up an escape plan for everyone, Vaas shoots Grant in the neck, the latter of whom bleeds to death. Vaas decides that instead of killing Jason, he lets him run. This mistake would later be his undoing.

While on his campaign to save his friends, Jason learns that Vaas is keeping Liza Snow hostage personally, as a way to make Jason come to him. When Jason assaults a slave prison that is said to hold Liza, he is knocked out and captured by Vaas. When he wakes, he, Liza and Oliver are tied up in chairs in an old abandoned building, while Vaas is pouring and covering them in gasoline. He then sets fire to the building and leaves Jason and Liza to die, but he takes Oliver with him. They escape just as the building is engulfed in flames and collapses on itself.

Jason continues his campaign of saving his friends. During a meeting with CIA agent Willis Huntley, Huntley puts on a recording of a conversation between Vaas and Hoyt in which Hoyt briefly chastises Vaas for not taking matters seriously with Jason and urges him to take care of him while he searches Beras Town for a transportation manifest that holds the name of Oliver Carswell, who happens to be one of Jason's kidnapped friends.

After being given a mission by Citra to save some of her kidnapped warriors, Jason and some Rakyat members ambush Hoyt's men who are transporting Citra's warriors. Jason is, however, ambushed by Vaas again, when opening a truck that he believed to house the captured warriors. Vaas then ties Jason to a cinder block and introduces him to his insanity monologue before kicking him into a cenote, intending to drown him.

Jason escapes, then proceeds to kill more of Vaas’ men to acquire a helicopter and escape. After the helicopter is shot down by an RPG, Vaas comes up to Jason and shoots him point-blank in the chest. It is later shown that Jason survived the shot by way of a lighter, the same one Vaas tried to light him and Liza on fire within the abandoned hotel.

After becoming intimate with Citra in her temple, Jason is finally given the task to kill Vaas at his compound, who is throwing a party in celebration of Jason’s "death". Jason is led to believe he is infiltrating the compound successfully but is surprised when Vaas sounds the alarm and broadcasts that he knew Jason was coming. After killing all of the pirates, Jason stumbles into a larger warehouse looking to confront and kill Vaas once and for all.

When he confronts Vaas, Vaas stabs Jason in the chest and then seemingly walks away. Jason enters a similar dreamy state in which he confronted Buck and kills several visions of Vaas, before finally confronting the true Vaas. After some struggle, Jason plunges his knife into Vaas' chest again and again until Vaas falls to the ground wounded. In the last scene, when Jason collapses next to Vaas after the long fight, Vaas’ eyes look straight into Jason’s one more time before Jason wakes up.

As Jason approaches Citra in the final dream sequence, Vaas, or at least a voice in Jason's head that sounds like him, says that she's going to make him a warrior.

Sin
Malice

Other info
N/A​

 

[Benedict Cucumberpatch]

Name: Edmund Something
Canon: “Them”

Powers/Abilities/Equipment: Seeing as Edmund is homeless, and the fact that Sir Benedict basically dictates his life, Edmund basically has nothing on his person. Edmund however is known for his ability to come back from the dead to Benedict’s displeasure, but this time, something strange happened indeed.

Personality: Due to Benedict making him the enemy of the world, this homeless boy is very depressed, he has accepted his life of misery, and that he is the puppet, while Benedict is the puppet master.

Bio: Edmunds backstory is unknown to time due to the fact that no one cared to document anything about him. What we do know is that Benedict chose him to be his mortal enemy, thereby losing him his house, his possessions, his freedom, and his humanity.

Sin: Greed

Other Info: “Ah, please do not return Edmund, rig the trials if you have to....indeed.”

Nightwisher​

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Akamaru Ryugami



"Please, I've seen worse than what you can do. Why can't you just die already and let me enjoy my latest kill?"

Canon: Daganropa OC

Powers/Abilities/Equipment:

The Ultimate Assassin - His Ultimate/SHSL. He was trained to kill without mercy, and was taught by the best. He has familiarity with all knives and light melee weapons, as well as the ability to sneak around mostly undetected, but only if he is in shadows. He also knows how to use poison to kill others.

Bloodied Dagger - A remminant of his days in the Killing Games until he had died in a fight with another student. He did kill that student in exchange but .... He too had died.
It is a sharp knife that had claimed many a life.

Black Mamba Poison - A vial of extremely dangerous poison that he sneaks into others food and drink to kill them.

Personality: A loner who trusts no one. Anything that does amuse him that was from another person, gets an "Ara Ara" as a response.
He trusts no one, and lies alot to everyone. Being an assassin, he's good at lying.

Bio: A orphan that was taken in by a skilled assassin and was taught in his line of work. He was recruited into the killing games few years later, and (in this timeline) had met his untimely end there. Didn't stop him from killing other students off before then.

Sin:
Murder - murdering many other kids during the killing games was something he never regretted. It was something he enjoyed and would gladly do it again just to win this time.

Other info:
Akamaru is normally called Bakamaru whenever he does something Stupid.

Akamaru is from a currently WIP RP made by FreakOfLater , which Akamaru is part of.

Akamaru has a sweet tooth, and tries to hide that weakness of his. He also enjoys Heavy Metal.

If Akamaru was based in another anime, he'd probably be in Assassination Classroom or Raildex.​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Name: Trucie Slater

Canon: OC

Powers/Abilities/Equipment: fire manipulation, fire and heat immunity, heat manipulation, subspace manipulation, superhuman physique, superhuman senses, phasing, materialism, shapeshifting, regeneration, able to jump extremely high

Personality: [I would rather let the RP define her personality]

Bio: Trucie Slater and her twin sister Clover was born to a very powerful raptor family, literally. She was sent to a pretengious school that teaches people how to fight and be heroes and ultimately fell in love with a young woman by the name of Olivia. Little did she know that that love would lead to her demise (at least in this timeline as Trucie is part of huge raptor family multiverse)

Sin: Grief

Human form

Raptor form

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