Nero Chaos

The last time I saw Fate RPs is when I joined this site last year and the reason I couldn't participate was because I had to use servants that had been made for other RPs on this site and I was new so lol.

Just don't do drugs kids.

I mean my Hassan is a 2 star, but I never intended him to be fighting servants. In terms of lethality, he'd still be among the top of the crop here simply because he can Assassinate and get out reliably unlike many other Hassan. The issue is when you rate servants that don't have niches or quirks that place them around the ratings themselves. But like, even then, I doubt the ratings would mean a complete "you lose cuz lower stars" situation. It merely indicates a level of power, which doesn't determine fights singlehandedly. If you're rank is low and you don't have any utility or niche to subvert it somehow like my Assassin, then it might just be more reasonable to buff the raw stats.

Mmmkay Assassin sheet made. Yes, it is drug addict Hassan. Please don't judge lol.

So lancer and assassin are still open?

Exceptionally interested and will be submitting either master or servant soon.

Due to a ton of personal issues I won't be coming online all that much anymore. As a result, I will have to drop my participation in this RP and participation in this site. Sorry for any and all inconveniences this causes.

What is the writing level of this RP?(High/low casual, etc.) From what I've seen so far I deduce it to be a casual RP, but I would like your preference so that I may accommodate it.

The chill of winter's teeth tore into Aodh's battered body, dancing with a sullen elegance with the howling violence of Northern winds, fueled by the merciless will of nature that inexorably laid down the course of this mad parade. Aodh felt the comforting support of a wall of stone behind him as he bathed in the torrent of snow and wind swirling around him. The winter storm was thick, and Aodh could see no farther than two meters in any direction. Though he could no longer see the companions he had so valiantly fought with, he could perceive that they had passed before him. It was at once a saddening thought and a soliciting comfort. His friends, his love, and his people had fallen yes, but perhaps the embrace of death was a warmer touch than the harshness of this desolate tundra so violently jarred by petty war. Aodh unconsciously attempted to shift his body forward to regain some feeling in his numbed limbs, but to no avail. The fresh blood that had spouted from the canvas of wounds so brilliantly painted upon his body had caked into an ugly caricature of crystallized life that had stuck to the icy grip of the mountainside he rested upon. How many battles had passed? How many struggles did he endure? How many people had died for him? To all these questions that flashed through Aodh's mind, the answer was grim. Many battles. Many struggles. Many people. His whole life had been one commentated vivaciously by disaster incarnate. Fortune besieged Aodh and luck fled his tenuous grasp. Perhaps it would be apt to say that Aodh's life had little meaning, if any. He had championed the brightest ideals of human nobility, but history the ever fickle mistress would cast away Aodh's life with but a nod of ephemeral admiration. Even on the grander scale of things, Aodh's life was one without success or remembrance. Yet Aodh was no true hero, nor had he ever desired to become a hero. It mattered not to him that his praises would be unsung. It merely pained him that those around him were swept away in the disastrous yet euphoric brilliance of his actions and spat out into a ravine of passing. He had simply stood stubbornly by the same mindset he had been born with. Aodh soon grew weary as his bodily functions slowed to a crawl. He closed his eyes in a passing moment of somnolence, and knew that they would cease to open once more. The cold was enough to secure this notion, welding his eyes tightly shut with hastily forming crystals of gnawing ice. It was a sickening irony, to be enveloped by the very environment one had fought against all throughout life. But it did feel right. From the cold was Aodh reared, and to the cold he would rest. There was no regret. Rather, there could be no regret for someone like Aodh who was devoid of the materialistic urges of becoming a celebrated hero. It only mattered that he had stood by his ideals, and this he had done so to satisfaction. Instead, there was a selfish wish that Aodh considered as a passing thought before he fell into the unending hollow of the end. To Aodh's surprise, he awoke from what he perceived would be his eternal slumber. His body that had been so ravaged by wounds was now restored, albeit the countless scars he had garnered over his past battles had remained intact. The garb Aodh bore himself in was the same he had faced death with. Simple and durable leather garments covered by plain plate armor in vital locations intertwined with leather protections, Minimal armor for someone who would be a front line fighter. The sounds of encroaching foot steps upon stone alerted Aodh, and he instinctively tensed his body in feral stoop in preparation for battle. However, the figure he gazed upon was one that emitted no hostility. Aodh eased his body as he heard the query the man launched, "I am the Lord in Violet... Who may you be?" Rather confused but confident in his bearing, Aodh responded, "I am Aodh Ninian, and I ask you the same question you ask me."

Should I have my character just appear like everyone else and will interaction naturally just come to me via plot or do I have to move towards plot?

Gonna get posting soon.

The term Roleplay Master seems laughably entitled to me. Its an arbitrary stratification thats hilariously biased and non inclusive to fringe writers thats also subject to change from site to site. I'll simply imply reiterating of my stance about rules, as I feel I and others here have made clear points which have largely gone unaddressed. All im saying is that you cant generalize unless you are doing such at the most basic of levels, which is simply in regards to finesse in English mechanics. To say that sophisticated writing does not make a sophisticated roleplayers is an absolutely inane statement, and utilizing FF, a wealth of both the worst and best, and stating that writing level does not necessitate good roleplaying is both a logical fallacy and rather lacking tact.

Roleplaying isnt something thats quantitative as the user above has pointed out. Its a highly subjective thing and attempting to judge it is a flaw of bias in the first place. The only real elements of writing one can improve upon in roleplaying are standard character creation skills, knowledge of tabletop, and GM preferences. Most everything is a highly effort based venture that is mostly reliant upon past experience with writing, which heavily contributes to how well one can paint vivid images or let others resonate with the sentiments of a character. "Rules" are just requirements that are site specific so as to narrow down the scope of what is acceptable. Now the term acceptable is a word with a massive connotation and you cannot slap down another site's definition of rules onto a separate and distinct site. If people want casual roleplays, so be it. If people want novella esque advanced roleplays, so be it. Both of them aren't intrinsically worse or better than each other. The only real separation of "quality" is mechanical nuances like grammar and word flow. Why you are attempting to classify people here based on other site rules is beyond me. They might be subverting basic etiquette or something, but then again I highly doubt that isnt covered by this own sites rules.

Thank you very much.~~ Alrighty, went ahead and finished up my character.

Well it is quite hard to ask for questions about something so broad as the layout of the world, unless I'm allowed to ask the question of : What are the nine islands like? Which would necessitate quite a lengthy response which I don't want to burden you with.