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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 4:26 pm
let's start things off with a...
bang!
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 4:44 pm
| Table of Contents |
here's how it's gonna roll
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i. intro
ii. table of contents
iii. quest history/concept
iv. technician
v. weapon
vi. the team
vii. rp sample
viii. progress
ix. reserved
x-xv. deleted
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 4:53 pm
how it all came together | Quest History & Concept|
Welcome to Cinq's Shibusen quest thread! Feel free to post with comments, critques, etc. :3
8. 10. 2009 :: finished all fields!
8. 8. 2009 :: quest started
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:15 pm
you're so...aaaughh! | The Technician |
Name :: Decklin Allingham
Age :: 17
Gender :: Male
Hair :: Mousey, constantly ruffled, feathery and black
Eyes :: Brown
Nationality :: Australian
Height :: 5' 10"
Build :: Muscled, but thin
Appearance :: Very crisply dressed, keeping everything in order except his hair, which seems untameable. He keeps to himself mostly, eyes always wary, and dresses in dark colors, like navies or shades of greys.
History :: Decklin's parents were both agents of international intelligence agencies, and often took him along with them in their work. At a young age, he traveled all around the world. However, around when he was 8 years old, his parents were gathering information in the Middle East when the embassy they were operating out of was attacked.
Decklin, caught in the rubble, was rescued by a wandering group of guerilla warriors and lived with them for a few years. Unsure of whether his parents were alive or dead, he learned their ways and tried to get as much information about them as he could. Eventually, he was tracked down by a search party looking for his parents and he returned with them to Australia. Decklin went off to live with his godfather, a gentleman by the name of Grey, whom he resides with today.
Decklin wanted to go to military school, but Grey, acting on what he believed were Decklin's parents' best wishes, had him attend a private high school instead. Decklin didn't end up fitting in too well. On finding that Decklin had the capability to be a Technician, Grey recommended Shibusen to him. Grey hoped that this might be a good way for him to vent some of his pent-up stress, as well as find a good place for himself in the world. Decklin, always up for a change of place, agreed to it.
Personality :: Decklin is a very rigid, almost militaristic guy. While he learned some degree of grace and elegance from his parents, his years in the desert have taught him fierce practicality. He's guarded and his loyalty is hard to win, but once he's declared himself for a cause, he won't back down and will fight for it with all he's got. Socially, though, he's pretty naive, owing to the fact that he spends more time in his own world than with people his age.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:07 pm
we'll go in, guns blazing! | The Weapon |
Name :: Reveriel Delacroix
Age :: 17
Gender :: Female
Hair :: Black, straight, and down to her waist
Eyes :: Hazel brown
Nationality :: American
Height :: 5' 5"
Build :: Average
Appearance :: Almost always smiling, Reveriel is a very perky, confident girl. She's mostly attended private schools, and so she wears her school uniform a lot, but on her own she's a bit of a tomboy, preferring jeans and a tee over dressier options. She has a silver locket around her neck that she never takes off.
History :: Reveriel's parents are both partners in a law firm, and her mother edits for a popular literary magazine on the side. Reveriel has grown up without wanting for things, but has been taught not to want everything and not to use money for frivolous ends. Lately, her parents have been distant: her father working on cases late into the night, and her mother reading through entries and having conference calls with other editors. Reveriel's childhood was very happy, and she's always found herself able to fit in well, but she wants to make her own way in the world, rather than rely on her parents' prestige all her life. That is the reason, despite her parents' protests, that she decided to enroll at Shibusen.
Personality :: Gung ho and enthusiastic, Reveriel can be a little explosive at times, whether she's the loudest voice in the room at a party or the most wrathful shouter in a rage. Friendly and almost always doing something--whether it's organizing plans for her friends or color-coding her notes-- Reveriel is active and outgoing. She knows the ins and outs of being polite, but she prefers much more to be casual and not hide behind a mask of propriety. She hides very little, and wears her emotions openly, even when they hurt her. When something's wrong, her intuition often leads her in precisely the right direction.
Weapon :: Compact Handgun, similiar to a Glock
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:36 pm
lets' do this! | The Team |
For the most part Deck and Rev make an interesting team. Rev usually wants to charge right in while Decklin prefers to make a strategy, though this is not always the case. Sometimes, when Decklin sees defeat as the only option, Reveriel's fierce determination and will to succeed will be the thing that pulls them through.
Outside of the battle field, the two seem like exact opposites. Decklin prefers to be by himself, honing his technique with firearms; Reveriel likes to hang out with friends, so much so that one might forget that she's not a normal girl, but rather a Weapon. Reveriel also tends to tease Decklin quite a bit, as well as get on his case for not being nice to people. Decklin, in turn, can get overprotective of his partner, making for some awkward social moments, usually ending with Reveriel yelling and Decklin trying to figure out what on earth he could have done wrong.
Soul Resonance :: When Reveriel and Decklin are on the same wavelength in battle, they are a powerful combination. When Decklin fires at a visible enemy, his shot will almost always hit its mark, even if he's incapacitated or on shakey ground(Perfect Shot). When he's fighting an invisible or hidden enemy, Reveriel will be able to point him in the general direction they are (Hidden Sight).
Living Arrangements :: Reveriel and Decklin live apart. This is partially because Reveriel has always wanted to live on her own and be independent as well as because living with Decklin would probably drive her insane. Decklin has the odd habits of sleeping under his bed, waking up at the slightest noise, patrolling at 4 in the morning, and usually eating only rations if left to his own devices. While Reveriel occasionally does come over with dinner for the both of them, she doesn't think (at least at this point) that the two could handle living together without tearing each other apart, or, at least, her tearing Decklin apart.
Edits/changes can be made as needed. :3 Let me know!
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:37 pm
ooh, let's go! | RP Sample |
Reveriel was chatting with her friends when she felt something clink! shut around her wrist. Smile slipping slightly, as though knowing what was to come, she slowly turned her head. On seeing the bespectacled boy, her grin changed into a menacing smile.
"Deck."
"Ms. Delacroix, good morning."
"Can you please explain why you just handcuffed yourself to me?"
Decklin looked at her with a strange expression. "Shinigami-sama did mention that we needed to improve our bond. Since, as you know, it's a bit rocky and it's starting to interfere with our work."
Reveriel's smile now closely resembled the slightly frightening grin of an over-ripe jack-o-lantern. Decklin vaguely thought that he could see a vein pulsing on her forehead. For the life of him, he could not fathom why.
"I've seen this done in old movies and it seemed like the best course of action..." he started, sensing danger.
"YOU CALL THIS THE BEST COURSE OF ACTION? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT THINKS OF THAT? HUH?"
Decklin tried to back away, but, being handcuffed to the girl that was yelling at him, he couldn't get too far. "We can't keep going on like this. We need to tolerate each other more outside of battle--"
"How is this supposed to help?" Reveriel rounded on him, fury blazing in her eyes. "I bet you don't even have the key anymore!"
Decklin looked slightly abashed. "Well, no..."
"AAUGH! WHY DO I KEEP ASKING QUESTIONS TO WHICH I KNOW THE ANSWER?"
Appearing to be on the verge of answering, Decklin found himself stopped by a finger on his lips. He felt the pit of his stomach drop.
Reveriel sighed. "No. Look, we've got to get to class or we're gonna be late. Otherwise, I'd change right here so that we could end this lunacy. Ugh, come on!" She tugged at his wrist, causing him to stumble toward the door.
They arrived almost on time. Reveriel scooted them to their usual seats in the back row and plopped them down. She dug through her bag, trying to find a pencil and notebook, nearly knocking Decklin out of his seat in the process. Instead, he slumped over awkwardly so that she could search more easily.
"Aha!" She whispered, at last victorious as Decklin took out a pen from his shirt pocket. "Well, I guess if all I have to do is survive a class with you handcuffed to me, it can't be all that bad."
Oh, would that it were.
Moments after the lecture started, Reveriel tried to take notes and was met with a serious problem. Whenever she tried to move her hand to write, it was jerked back by...
"Decklin," she said in hushed tones, "did you forget that I'm left-handed?"
Decklin held up his right hand, which bore the cuff and traced its path to Reveriel's left hand. Well, huh.
"Well," he mused, scratching his head with his free hand, "we can either write with our non-dominant hands or one person can take notes and share with the other."
Reveriel, to no one's surprise, won the tug of war that ensued. For a few moments, Decklin was a bit lost, but eventually, began to write. He found that at the end of the lecture, he had a very concise set of notes.
In the break between classes, something crashed in the front courtyard. Running outside to see what had happened, the pair was faced with an enormous worm wending its way around trees.
"You up for this?" Reveriel turned to Decklin with a true smile and a look of determination.
"Roger." He replied, as his partner changed into a handgun.
It was an eventful day to say the least. Reveriel got a new soul, which was good, but Decklin accidently mowed down a few tress in the process, which was not so good. Luckily, Reveriel managed to convince the tree's owners that if the soul would have continued to run amok, more trees would have been lost than Decklin had seen to. While this might not have been precisely true, it did save him some yelling.
Later that night, Reveriel brought dinner over from her place.
"You know, we were pretty awesome today." She commented, spooning Decklin out a helping of spaghetti and meatballs. "You want cheese with this?"
He shook his head. "Yeah, guess we were."
Reveriel smiled and then looked at him with eyes that could bore straight to the back of his skull. "Never, ever do that again, you hear me? We have issues, but we're working on them not handcuffed to each other in the future, okay?"
Decklin nodded quickly.
"Well, come on, Deck, dig in!" His partner chided him, back to her cheery self. "This stuff's good when it's hot!"
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((Poor Deck kinda came off as a creeper and Rev's a bit pushy here, but this is the overall gist of how they operate together. Maybe I'll add in something else or rewrite this later. :3 ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:40 pm
this ain't gonna be easy... | Progess |
Custom Cost :: 500k
Current Amount :: ???
When slots open, this will be updated. :3
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:43 pm
you never know | Reserved |
Just in case. ;D
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