savus1909

This thing still open?

I think askelad is in for a living hell if Thorfinn was a handful

3 things.
1st great idea for using vinland saga as a basis.
2nd where does it start? The Frankish fat guy invasion or the prince/princess part?
3rd no matter what you answer I'M JOINING THIS ONE!
 
Character sheet:
Name: Fjalar Asgautrson or Fjalar the Cold
Gender: male
Age:17
Appearance: 
Weapon:Sword, axes occasionally spear
Personality: cold, reckless, full of rage, easily goes berserk
Bio: A veteran of several smaller battles used to life on the battlefield. Some called him the raging beast of the storm. At the moment he has just found a profession that perfectly suits him ... raiding.

Meh why not. I'm grabbing Shikamaru if that's ok.

Sign ups are still open right?

"Took ya long enough." He smiled. His pipe still dripping with blood from his prey. He glanced the Guide then laughed for a moment.

"Hahahahahah." it was a silent unsettling laugh. He dropped the piece of metal he was carrying around and smirked. He had four injuries : one one each of his hands, one on his shoulder and one o his forehead or maybe that was just the blood of his victims.

"Did i make it? Did i finally make it?" He said with a weak voice. Last night was more that he could handle and it took more of a mental blow that a physical.

Nash heard someone walking close by and it wasn't the average zombie. He glanced for a second and saw the guide. Choosing to remain silent he kept at his rampage. The final two were easy but by the time he was finished the guide had left. 'Too bad i wanted to ask him where the safe zone was.' He thought. It was another sleepless night as he had to keep moving even in his exhausted state.

NIGHTTIME

During his travels this was the worst time of the day. Nash could barely see and whats worse he didn't find the  quarantine and was now aimlessly searching for it. 

At times like this he wondered why he keeps on living anyway.

MORNING

It was morning now. He spent the whole night running around and killing zombies that made him think 'How many was that anyway ...' Now he was tired and hungry.The only thing he could do was bite his lip and keep searching. During the whole annoyance last night he took a part of a broken pipe and was currently using it as a weapon seeing as tho he was to tired to fight normally.

"Hahaha go to hell!" The scream could be heard far and wide as Nash continuously kept punching a zombie far beyond the point of almost grinding the fiend to a mushy pulp. He noticed a fiev more and just smiled sadistically. This was a slow day for him the quarantine is close but he wasn't even close to satisfied with the amount of killing. There were four right in front two on his left and one behind.

"Lets get this party started." He said to himself and recklessly charged towards the one closest to him. He let out a almost maniacal laugh when he felt his fist connect with the zombies head. His blow was extraordinary to the point of ripping of the creatures head. It was a pleasant  feeling seeing the head fly away even better was what he did next. He got the force from almost literally throwing his weight around meaning he was falling face forward towards the ground. It was the ideal position for him. He landed on his hands and as if he was break dancing managing to pull of yet another killing hit. The third one was coming and another from the back. His response was getting back on his feet  and using the body of one of the two he killed earlier as a baseball bat. Swinging the weight another went down four more to go.

"DIE!" He screamed in something akin to pure rage once more using his weight to punch another one. This time his fist went through the undead ... thing. another punch killed it. Now he was in a frenzy as he laid down a barrage of hits on the closest one almost instantly killing it. Two more ...

Verenor was  just running around when he heard "Did you guys know, you were mind controlled?" his pace stopped. His pen was once more a sword as he jumped down the building while using the sword to slow down his fall (kinda like Kratous from god of war).

"Ah hello gentlemen i am sorry to interrupt but i couldn't stop but wonder what your conversation was about. You know who might be doing this because i'm quite sure its against a law or two?" he said once more in a British accent. He turned his blade into a pen again and continued. 

"Oh how rude of me ... My name Is Verenor and i prefer not to mention my last name. I just happen to be here at the moment if any of you are wondering." he took a bow and adjusted his monocle.

Name: Nash (last name unknown)

Age: 20

Gender: male

Civilian or Guide: civilian

Preferred method of dealing with zombies: he fights with his bare hands occasionally uses items he finds lying around

Appearance:

Bio: Nash was considered a martial artist of sorts before the event. Born in a small farming town called Elderhollow. He had three sisters (all dead now) and a brother (dead). His home town was affected very quickly and the inhabitants slaughtered. He heard of the "safe zones" and immediately rushed towards one. The trip took him one year (on foot and constantly showered by zombies) After surviving long enough to get to a Quarantine he was a mess. Now he hunts zombies for the satisfaction and the pleasure of causing them the same pain they caused him. Even so his attitude towards humans is generally friendly tho he may be a bit crazy at times(What did you expect he spent two years alone with nothing but zombies).

Name: Kazuto Koizumi

Age 19

Gender: Male.

Bio: Not really much to tell. A son of a wealthy family raised by his housekeeper. Usually first around if there is  trouble (Mainly because he starts it) aside from that most people see him as a all round bad influence. He has habits that consist of walking o the border of the rules (Mainly extortion, blackmail ...). However aside from that he can be very protective almost to an absurd point. Mostly he acts carefree and occasionally takes it to a whole nother level.

(Sry are signups still open?)

accepted and great idea tho i see dracula more as lancer but it is still great

Ok just so you know this thing is first come first serve so if someone else makes a berserker char before you edit he will be the one to get it (And sry if you ment to reserve this is a way of not letting slots that people want empty)

First off let me say this my second ever time making an RP so all criticism is welcome.

Now to the rp.

It is tie for yet another holly grail war and this one will be more chaotic than ever. With heroes coming from all across history and masters constantly taking up arms to obtain the holly grail. And what is this holly grail anyway? It is not a cup as one would expect rather it has the power to grant one wish to whoever claims it weather he be good or evil. The masters of these heroic spirits are called magi or magus and poses magic powers. However this tournament is not a free for all like the previous ones here the magi will form two teams and these two will face each other in glorious combat.

But who will it be? There is room for so many and yet those will undoubtedly face trials that might be impossible to overcome. And so the mages will receive servants of one of these classes:

I am also going to add their stats so you will have a rough idea of what they are capable of.

Container 

Str 

Saber A B B C D Archer C C C E E Lancer B C A D E Rider D D B C E Caster E E C A B Berserker C D D E E Assassin D D B E B

Or if you prefer:

(I just copy pasted that)

This rp will have standard rules:

no godmoding

no killing other characters

no sex or anything of the sort

blood and gore is allowed but don't overdo it

no controlling other characters (Unless you are a master and are willing to give up one of your command seals)

have fun

In this rp there will be servants and masters:

assassin: Savus1909 (Sry but i can do this in advance so i'm taking my favorite)

lancer:

saber:

archer:

rider:

berserker: Soul eater Evans

caster:

there is also a limit of maximum rpers (12) which we will not go beyond and also the pairs will be decided by me.

So this is the character sheet:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Bio:

Appearance:

type of magic (only for masters and caster):

Class (only for servants):

Historical figure you represent (your identity (this is optional))

So here is my character:

Name: Sasaki Kojiro

Age: roughly 23

Gender: male

Bio: A swordsman that history constantly kept overlooking tho his skill alone reached the level of legendary masters like Miyamoto Musashi. He is most known for his final sword battle with Miyamoto Musashi however that's about it. History has treated him so lightly he literally is considered only a legend. He keeps a constant level of bushido and focus. Speaks very seriously and often takes time for anything involving polishing is skills. Unlike other servants however he dosn't have a noble phantasm (An indistructable weapon used y servants) and uses merely his monohoshizao (a nodachi katana). All things considered he would not be the best draw a master gets.

Appearance:

Class (only for servants): Assassin

Historical figure you represent (your identity (this is optional)): Sasaki Kojiro

Also i almost forgot the limit is one person per class (sry if its a bad idea)

and do we remember what happened?

Rai coughed then put a scarf around his mouth. What on earth was going on? He knew Belle was reta rded, possessed or just plain insane But this was a whole new level. 'Ideas ideas ideas ... Can i even do anything? ... No i'm not letting that hag kill me. Wait that was straw so putting it out would be useless what about the door.' He got on his feet quickly and got to the door ... Locked. hell no this wasn't going to stop him.

"Damn witch wants to kill us! Everyone help me bash this down." He shouted and tried to bash the door down. He was slamming his whole body on it hoping to do some damage. Needles to say its going to be one rough night. His kicks and his ramming himself into the door echoed through the corridor outside. Not now Lucifer is going to have to wait a while longer.

(Did you notice that when you spell r e t a r d e d it turns to awesome)

"Do we need to? Besides whats the point?" Rai was a little annoyed by the wax tho he didn't show it. Somehow he tried to act adult but usually it didn't work. He brushed of the wax and put his back against the wall.

"Tho it is a little quiet when the hag isn't around." He gestured behind him before sighing. "Well it could be worse ..." That sigh was more sarcastic or maybe just said with a loss for enthusiasm 'Whatever in a fiev years ill just escape this hell hole.' Before continuing the thought he looked around and sighed again.

"So what do you think Ella? And please find a way to stop this depressing atmosphere."

"Perhaps I should get going ... After all I am also a student here." Glace said with a somewhat normal expression. This made Katsushiro look at him with a face that was almost saying "I knew it".

"What of your agenda? ... I'm sure a worse schedule is only comparable to that of daemons." His swordsman friend said. Making Glace smirk and say

"Agendas are for people who are beyond boring ... You take it over im leaving." He walked off in a random direction. Katsushiro sighed. "What a pest."

Name: Rai Grace

Age: 17

Gender: male

Appearance:

(No idea why i went with lavi but meh)

Turn back the clock

Verenor was now coming to his senses or loosing them he didn't know anymore. The voices inside his head kept telling him to kill the other guards but his will kept suppressing it.

"I have to get ... Away from you ... Please Get away from me I don't know how long i can keep myself from ..." There was a brief moment of silence before he moved or said anything.

"Hello gents top of the morning to you." He was now talking in some sort of semi British accent. His blade now turned back to a pen and he readjusted his monocle. What just happened a moment ago broken now acting like some sort of old noble or something like that.

"I believe you should back of before more limbs go flying around. And i do say so myself when i tell you that our current business has been of to a rather unpleasant start and i wish to correct that flaw. Now what say you we forget all of this and go out for tea?" Verenor was saying that when a soldier pointed a sword towards him. 

"Who are you?" the man said obviously a little shaken up. The mood once again changed as the blood lust took over. In the blink of an eye the man who tried to reason with him was vertically cut in two. Then Verenor Threw his pen-sword thing at the nearby wall and used it as a point where he can jump again. he soon got to the roof top when he started madly running towards the city entrance jumping from building to building.

(Sry i didnt post for so long)

sry i was out for a while can someone do a recap?

Aramuse's words shocked him "What ... did you just ... The emperor ..." He had to pull himself together. The chapter master is a heretic? That was the one thought that startled him the most. However the look in his eyes was not that of a heretic but that of a leader. Leandros did not know how to respond especially in this case. He took a deep breath before saying:

"You i guess."

Leandros was itching with anticipation as he landed on Catachan. The time has come for him to finally taste battle and all of its glory. He seemed to have arrived first. What he found however was not very impressive. The leader was not something to look up to for him. the man clearly did not share much enthusiasm for the codex or anything related to the emperor.

"Leandros reporting for duty sir." He said as he straightened up and made an entrance as a soldier. With a stalker bolter in his hands he gave the impression of a seasoned veteran but tat was all because the codex demands it.

"The detachment of imperial guard are ready for transport of the relics and I received word that the orc hoard is advancing in another direction sir." He kept a stiff back like he would have switched to auto pilot and his posture was almost screw like. His gaze constantly wandered around the commander, his hammer and his armor which held no seals or any sort of additions on it. Almost like the commander himself was a rookie.

"Oh hello there ... No not hello there ... Die you pieces of useless meat!" He sent some ink into his pen. As the ink reached the tip the pen started ti extend and sharpen until it was finally a sword. "G-get away or you might ..."The reason within him tried to say but was cut off by a mad laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DIE!" Verenor went completely berserk swinging the blade wildly not caring weather he hits or not. Every tine a soldier  got close enough to do anything he immediately change the swinging to a more precise motion intended for vertical cuts. all the time he kept screaming "Die!". One died ... two .. three ... four ... His blood lust could almost be pealed off with a knife. There were three left and the first one wanted to get close to stab him. He ducked only for the second one to try and slash his head off. He jumped back avoiding the blade of the first attacker and ran up the wall. While in midair he cut down the first soldier and as he landed threw his sword at the second piercing his chest. The third one (that was to scared to do anything until now) Was shaking ... 'what on earth is this?' the mad smile of Verenor sent the man running for his life. As his senses returned the sane ones anyway he fell to his knees and punched the ground. "Damn it! ... Damn it! ... Damn it!" He screamed on the verge of tears thinking 'What am I? This isn't justice.'

"Well this looks fun ... no its awful ... I'm sure they're braking the law ... They're soldiers they are the law... What they are doing is unjust ... But it is all a matter of perspective. Perhaps however they are not crying any sort of legal search documents meaning they are braking the rules ... And we cant have that." Verenor was talking to himself in a very creepy manner on a rooftop close to where soldiers were braking into Sora's house. This was a situation he didn't anticipate ... Still he wanted to do something ... in a overly obsessive law following way. He jumped of the roof only to land in the middle of a group  of soldiers.

"What an interesting introduction. I suppose i'm next. Well my name is glace and lets leave it at that. Also my area of expertise isn't power but i digress. And let me correct you you are not the only one with power here." Glace chuckled and snapped his fingers. There was some silver light radiating from his hand before it took shape. The light created a large steel claymore in his hand. as he snapped again it turned to a statute of himself. And finally he snapped and unmaked it.

"I supposed that's it for me but i do wonder what our friend mr door here can do." He said with his trademark evil smile like everything was a game or a stage performance he kept everything flashy and dramatic ... well at least for himself.