Zandorf Posts
AnzeiKazumi wrote...
I remember posting my first RP,Midori no Sakura High I think, I took a big leap there. It didn't go well, it died. Although much of the blame was on me cuz I had exams coming up and wasn't really studying at that time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy RPing on Fakku! I love RPing myself, started in GAIA.Thanks for the encouragement!
Hahaha,
The smell of this City is far different from the countryside of Hokkaido.
The city lights, the noise, and the ambiance. Japan is now gradually changing into something I have never expected.
The city’s main market is not that far in the Nippon no Shin-Jisou’s hideout we call “The Central Building”, just two blocks away.
I decided to take a walk instead of riding my bike. Wearing our uniform while maneuvering a bike would be pretty difficult for these traditional clothes that represent my old country.
From a distance, I can hear a loud steer from the wheels and a dark smoke coming from the place of the sound. As the sound goes louder and nearer, I sighted two young male blondes driving their scooters roughly between the intersection.
The two looks like liberated Americans with no respect as they own the way like two old drunkards.
“Whoooo, yeah!” the one screamed carelessly to the people sitting at the bench of the stores. I can see the people near them irritated with the noise and the smoke they make.
I can’t help but to yell at them because I can’t handle the anger. “Yow fucking retards! Why don’t you go back to your country and have fun with your fellow Bastards! ”
But the two zoom out of their way and it seems like none of them noticed. The thick smoke smelled like burned diesel followed after their way.
The smoke made me remembered of how fresh the air is in the seaside of Okhotsk. I will never forget the icy breeze and the peace that scenery gave from the place I once treasured with Minato, my friend, before.
It was 15 years back then when I entered college at Hokkaido with my comrade, Minato Nagasaki. We used to share everything before, our things, our room, our activities, our perception in life, everything.
We trained together at the dojo with our Bokken. “For the 10th time Minato! You didn’t even laid a finger on me! What a weakling?!”
“Hmph, you’re just lucky today. I’ll beat you tomorrow!” He desperately said.
I laughed because that day did never come.
I always outshine him in everything back then, in studies and in training. But despite the difference between our abilities, he never planted such hatred against me.
One day, a transferee student from Canada managed to study at our campus. She was so sweet and attractive that most of the men in our University fell in love with. And so as I. My feelings with her grew as day goes by, and a year of courting has finally paid off.
On the other side, Minato is quite busy studying martial arts. He persevered on mastering techniques about hand to hand combat. I thought about him, being busy, is a good time for myself because I don’t want to share the girl I dear. I know I am the only one in her heart.
And I was wrong. Never did I know that she and Minato share a mutual understanding secretly. My heart was torn apart and tears from my eyes overflowed. My hatred with her and Minato developed over the years.
But instead of drowning out of love, I used it to fuel my passion to learn Bokken more and some handful of Martial Arts.
Until this day, the pain and hatred lingers somewhere in my heart. And just thinking that I and Minato would meet again, just makes it even worse.
But I have to forget about such personal matters now because I am entrusted a more important task at hand.
I will face Minato at my very best.
The city lights, the noise, and the ambiance. Japan is now gradually changing into something I have never expected.
The city’s main market is not that far in the Nippon no Shin-Jisou’s hideout we call “The Central Building”, just two blocks away.
I decided to take a walk instead of riding my bike. Wearing our uniform while maneuvering a bike would be pretty difficult for these traditional clothes that represent my old country.
From a distance, I can hear a loud steer from the wheels and a dark smoke coming from the place of the sound. As the sound goes louder and nearer, I sighted two young male blondes driving their scooters roughly between the intersection.
The two looks like liberated Americans with no respect as they own the way like two old drunkards.
“Whoooo, yeah!” the one screamed carelessly to the people sitting at the bench of the stores. I can see the people near them irritated with the noise and the smoke they make.
I can’t help but to yell at them because I can’t handle the anger. “Yow fucking retards! Why don’t you go back to your country and have fun with your fellow Bastards! ”
But the two zoom out of their way and it seems like none of them noticed. The thick smoke smelled like burned diesel followed after their way.
The smoke made me remembered of how fresh the air is in the seaside of Okhotsk. I will never forget the icy breeze and the peace that scenery gave from the place I once treasured with Minato, my friend, before.
It was 15 years back then when I entered college at Hokkaido with my comrade, Minato Nagasaki. We used to share everything before, our things, our room, our activities, our perception in life, everything.
We trained together at the dojo with our Bokken. “For the 10th time Minato! You didn’t even laid a finger on me! What a weakling?!”
“Hmph, you’re just lucky today. I’ll beat you tomorrow!” He desperately said.
I laughed because that day did never come.
I always outshine him in everything back then, in studies and in training. But despite the difference between our abilities, he never planted such hatred against me.
One day, a transferee student from Canada managed to study at our campus. She was so sweet and attractive that most of the men in our University fell in love with. And so as I. My feelings with her grew as day goes by, and a year of courting has finally paid off.
On the other side, Minato is quite busy studying martial arts. He persevered on mastering techniques about hand to hand combat. I thought about him, being busy, is a good time for myself because I don’t want to share the girl I dear. I know I am the only one in her heart.
And I was wrong. Never did I know that she and Minato share a mutual understanding secretly. My heart was torn apart and tears from my eyes overflowed. My hatred with her and Minato developed over the years.
But instead of drowning out of love, I used it to fuel my passion to learn Bokken more and some handful of Martial Arts.
Until this day, the pain and hatred lingers somewhere in my heart. And just thinking that I and Minato would meet again, just makes it even worse.
But I have to forget about such personal matters now because I am entrusted a more important task at hand.
I will face Minato at my very best.
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking someone's warmth, but finding only the rough canvass cover of the mattress. Then I opened my eyes, at the moment I saw a strike of light. Then i started to realize that I've been assigned here for one year.
I swing my legs off the bed and slide to my slippers. I pull on my clot5hes, then fixed my grayish hair with wax.
I hurriedly took my Bokken, which is my prized possesion. I can still feel the sticky effect from the wax as I slide my fingers on the case.
My bokken is created in rarity.
I remember my father craftifng it carefully when I was 16. It is a long sword like wood that has a special steel rod inside. My fahter is pretty handful in making such stuffs. He has very talented hands in making first class weapons. I wonder if he is still here right now, he would have been a great leader of NSJ, with me of course.
I hurriedly approached the door beside the table. I woke up a bit late.
I don't want to lose respect to my fellow protesters. As i opened the door, neat space from the aisle filled my eyes. It is a long, narrow aisle that leads me to the center of the building.
As i turn my to my left, I saw my men glancing at me, no one dared to look me right in the eye, as they hurriedly make a way for me. I don't need to shove my way through the crowd, for I am their Head, Satou Sarutobi!
The center of the building is composed of a small stage and a number of chairs used for meetings and announcements.
Alot of men dressed in black, traditional clothes move collectively, making the whole place look small.
I headed for the information desk where two men are assigned with. I can see both of them acting like fools, making themselves look busy so I cannot yell, or at least, notice them.
"How's it going?" I asked with dignified voice
"Sir, everything goes smoothly" said the one with the shaggy red hair while holding a black pen in his right arm.
"Though" The one interfered with shaky voice
"Some of our actions yesterday where unsuccesful because some civilians near the Fakku University interfered, Sir." said the one with hazel eyes while seriously checking the files on the computer.
"It can't be helped."
I spoke in a military manner. "The area it was held was commonly occupied of civilians, mainly the students."
"How about the government? Did they do any actions?"
"Yes sir. It seems that they are working on a law, regarding with the immigrants. But the information is not yet confirmed, Sir. But still working it."
"Hmmm... It seems our actions are paying off."
"Where is the nearest set up?"
"The nearest location is in the city's main market, Sir.
the group consists roughly around 20 individuals, each carrying banner or sign board."
"Why in the market?" I asked.
"A lot of immigrants are reported to be at the place, Sir. And most of the reports from the intel stated that one of the main concerns of the city is the market, Sir."
"Who's in-charge?" I asked while looking the other straight in his eyes. The two at the desk intentionally looked at each other, while the one is noticeably raedy to speak.
"Sir Minato, Sir."
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I felt a small amount of shock after I heard the name. Minato... My childhood friend, that appeared to be my very own rival.
"Ha!Ha!Ha!" I carelessly laughed.
I can see their puzzeled faces looking at me. They definitely didn't know about our past, and I have no intention of explaining.
Oh Minato. I never imagined that the both of us will meet here. What a Fate.
I swing my legs off the bed and slide to my slippers. I pull on my clot5hes, then fixed my grayish hair with wax.
I hurriedly took my Bokken, which is my prized possesion. I can still feel the sticky effect from the wax as I slide my fingers on the case.
My bokken is created in rarity.
I remember my father craftifng it carefully when I was 16. It is a long sword like wood that has a special steel rod inside. My fahter is pretty handful in making such stuffs. He has very talented hands in making first class weapons. I wonder if he is still here right now, he would have been a great leader of NSJ, with me of course.
I hurriedly approached the door beside the table. I woke up a bit late.
I don't want to lose respect to my fellow protesters. As i opened the door, neat space from the aisle filled my eyes. It is a long, narrow aisle that leads me to the center of the building.
As i turn my to my left, I saw my men glancing at me, no one dared to look me right in the eye, as they hurriedly make a way for me. I don't need to shove my way through the crowd, for I am their Head, Satou Sarutobi!
The center of the building is composed of a small stage and a number of chairs used for meetings and announcements.
Alot of men dressed in black, traditional clothes move collectively, making the whole place look small.
I headed for the information desk where two men are assigned with. I can see both of them acting like fools, making themselves look busy so I cannot yell, or at least, notice them.
"How's it going?" I asked with dignified voice
"Sir, everything goes smoothly" said the one with the shaggy red hair while holding a black pen in his right arm.
"Though" The one interfered with shaky voice
"Some of our actions yesterday where unsuccesful because some civilians near the Fakku University interfered, Sir." said the one with hazel eyes while seriously checking the files on the computer.
"It can't be helped."
I spoke in a military manner. "The area it was held was commonly occupied of civilians, mainly the students."
"How about the government? Did they do any actions?"
"Yes sir. It seems that they are working on a law, regarding with the immigrants. But the information is not yet confirmed, Sir. But still working it."
"Hmmm... It seems our actions are paying off."
"Where is the nearest set up?"
"The nearest location is in the city's main market, Sir.
the group consists roughly around 20 individuals, each carrying banner or sign board."
"Why in the market?" I asked.
"A lot of immigrants are reported to be at the place, Sir. And most of the reports from the intel stated that one of the main concerns of the city is the market, Sir."
"Who's in-charge?" I asked while looking the other straight in his eyes. The two at the desk intentionally looked at each other, while the one is noticeably raedy to speak.
"Sir Minato, Sir."
...
I felt a small amount of shock after I heard the name. Minato... My childhood friend, that appeared to be my very own rival.
"Ha!Ha!Ha!" I carelessly laughed.
I can see their puzzeled faces looking at me. They definitely didn't know about our past, and I have no intention of explaining.
Oh Minato. I never imagined that the both of us will meet here. What a Fate.
NeoStriker wrote...
Lol...believe in yourself.hahaha, yeah, many people have told me that I lack self confidence...
Im working on it'!
Rise-chan wrote...
[color=red][b]Infinite amount of people can apply. But only seven users will be invited once the RP thread is created. I'm thinking of having two extra players later by inviting them somewhere at the middle of the RP (you can still apply for those extra player positions here or I'll just invite people who aren't picked).The two extra players will have Avenger and Savior servants.
Oh... I would like to be one of the first seven users, but I think it can't be helped... oh well, I'll just wish for the other slots (If i am to be picked)...
and perhaps, i am a new comer here, still, i need a lot of exp.
Thanks for the info!
HiroyukiShota wrote...
[quote="Damienthedevil"][quote="tmanofctown"]There were people that expressed interest if their conditions were met, so lets not get hasty.
I believe people who are willing to join RP should have time for it as well.
Is there any spots left?
Name: Satou Saturobi
Race: Human/ Native Japanese
Age: 35y/o
Appearance: A middle-aged man, with brown eyes and ashy hair in a military cut. His body is of stocky build, which he get from his past trainings in using bokken before joining Nippon no Shin-Jisou. He is 5'11 in height. He is often seen dressed in traditional Japanese clothing together with the other mobs.
Occupation: One of the leaders assigned from the NSJ in the Fakku City. He is the head of the quarters where the rest of the characters are tried up in a cell.
Martial Status: Single, as he devoted his life for NSJ
He is born in Japan, and is assigned to Fakku city a year ago.
Personality/Traits: Subjective and a leader. He is most notable for being respected by the mobs for having high position in NSJ. Though Composed and critical minded, He sometimes looses patience and tend to be hostile when his decisions and actions are violated. He also longs for a partner in life, that is why he have a sort of soft spot in his heart when it comes to marriage and girls.
Fighting Style: Aside from being good of bokken due to years of training, he is also educated at different hand to hand combat, aside from this, his ability in decision making is commendable too.
Weakness: He tend to be independent, making him weak against number of people.
When pressured, his thinking ability decreases in some ways...
Race: Human/ Native Japanese
Age: 35y/o
Appearance: A middle-aged man, with brown eyes and ashy hair in a military cut. His body is of stocky build, which he get from his past trainings in using bokken before joining Nippon no Shin-Jisou. He is 5'11 in height. He is often seen dressed in traditional Japanese clothing together with the other mobs.
Occupation: One of the leaders assigned from the NSJ in the Fakku City. He is the head of the quarters where the rest of the characters are tried up in a cell.
Martial Status: Single, as he devoted his life for NSJ
He is born in Japan, and is assigned to Fakku city a year ago.
Personality/Traits: Subjective and a leader. He is most notable for being respected by the mobs for having high position in NSJ. Though Composed and critical minded, He sometimes looses patience and tend to be hostile when his decisions and actions are violated. He also longs for a partner in life, that is why he have a sort of soft spot in his heart when it comes to marriage and girls.
Fighting Style: Aside from being good of bokken due to years of training, he is also educated at different hand to hand combat, aside from this, his ability in decision making is commendable too.
Weakness: He tend to be independent, making him weak against number of people.
When pressured, his thinking ability decreases in some ways...
Rise-chan wrote...
[color=red][b]You're welcome and good luck.Oh and if you're interested, you can check it out my next RP's details too.
Yeaaahhhhhh! langyin accepted me!!!!
Thank you to you and xenon for the help!!!
Im looking forward to your RP, though its a closed one...
I want to participate in Fate RP... you can refer to the RP that langying made
in terms of my performance once I started to join^^
I hope he will consider me.. Actually, I send him a pm for joining RP.
I proposed my character and hopefully, he will appreciate... and I already read the entire story to make sure i will not be a nuisance if ever i get in...
___________oh, Thanks for the help!!!
I proposed my character and hopefully, he will appreciate... and I already read the entire story to make sure i will not be a nuisance if ever i get in...
___________oh, Thanks for the help!!!
gizgal wrote...
Chronus14 wrote...
Hey, How about adding tags like"Humor"- for funny ones...
oh and I also like exhibitionism... but i am more on the side of Voyeurism...
For humor, we have the Random tag.
Oh, I almost forgot! Thanks!
though when I surf at Random tags, I mostly find gross, unusual hentai.. not funny ones...
err... never mind, I'll just be contented.^^
Xenon wrote...
Typically it is more acceptable for RP veterans to host RPs. I suggest joining the newly created City of Fakku RP and testing your RPing skill in that RP. Please read his first post and create a character using his example character sheet. Your character must be accepted by langying first before you may participate, however.I think they already started the first episode...
Is it possible join them even so?
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.Is it possible for me to create RP? or is it the elite, elders or higher ups are allowed to do that?
Coz' Im really itching to participate in a RP but unfortunately, couldn't find one...
If there is any where I can join, informing me would be very helpful
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Thanks!
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.Is it possible for me to create RP? or is it the elite, elders or higher ups are allowed to do that?
Coz' Im really itching to participate in a RP but unfortunately, couldn't find one...
If there is any where I can join, informing me would be very helpful
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Thanks!
Law, they say, is a determinant for Right and Wrong.
Which is somewhat opposing my beliefs. For me, law is just a set of guidelines used to help
People live better, in harmony.
In my opinion, there is no right and wrong, it all depends on one's perception in it.
Which is somewhat opposing my beliefs. For me, law is just a set of guidelines used to help
People live better, in harmony.
In my opinion, there is no right and wrong, it all depends on one's perception in it.
Muslims are good. It is just with our mentality that they are Hostile and war freak...
If we would look into it deeply, we are all humans, regardless of religion, that are sharing one world.
We should accept that every person varies, though religion may contribute to ones personality.
We couldn't conclude that Islam religion is peaceful, nor Christians or Americans being fat.
Every person differs..
If we would look into it deeply, we are all humans, regardless of religion, that are sharing one world.
We should accept that every person varies, though religion may contribute to ones personality.
We couldn't conclude that Islam religion is peaceful, nor Christians or Americans being fat.
Every person differs..
