Re: Sablier Etzel's G/FX tests

Mon Mar 04, 2019 11:50 am

ULV AUBER | THE BURNING HEART

The Gotei had planned this attack for a full year in active actions--in thought, there was no doubts that this attack was in concept since the Demon Incursion. After all, Shadow Fall brought the fight all the way to the Gotei's doorstep, into the house, and all over the backyard. From that moment, it was only inevitable, and it was just a matter of when Gotei could regain themselves. For over 4 years, this was a battle in the making, and having cooperated with Magnolia from the fourth division, and the entirety of the Stealth Force tasked with much of the preparation, they could confidently say America was ready to fall. In fact, a third of the territory was already in Gotei's control in thanks to Operation War Dogs.

That said, although this was a much more "blatant" attack as a part of the surprise declaration of war, Micah's style was still suited to something much more straightforward, and something quick. With that in mind, much of this attack mimicked his strike on Paris--just, with some actual follow up after this. Micah's target was likely the most well known portion of the America under Shadow Fall: New York City.

"Operation Start."

At his command, innumerable locations around the city had their vicinity collapse into dust and debris, mainly government posts, administrative buildings, and roads leading up to hospitals, police stations, and fire stations. Considering this was an overt operation, unlike Paris, just targeting the city as a whole was a no-go. Civilian casualities weren't likely totally avoidable, but they could certainly be minimised. For this reason, hours prior to the actual strike, several Stealth Force operatives entered the city spreading gases that incapacitated low-spiritual signatures and signaled their locations. For the hours leading up to the fight, these operatives were evacuating these humans outside the city and towards the countryside of the New York State, placing them in towns and generally safer locations along the way. Specifically humans since, surely understandably, hollows and demons were fair game. And, if anything, the peace seeking variants should have enough individual strength to escape on their own. The strikes were destructive on infrastructure and territory, but their lethal power wasn't very high. The true lethal power lied in the follow up.

Switching out on the tasks, a new group of operatives invaded the city targeting the areas where Shadow Fall personnel were previously identified and "disposing" of them. If there were a response, it'd be essentially unavoidable, but Micah preferred by far to achieve the task, establish control of the whole city, leave the event at that. After all, it wasn't just New York being struck--in fact, it wasn't just America. Surely, higher administration and leadership would have other priorities, right? Hopefully.

RESOLVE FLAME | END POST

Mon Mar 04, 2019 12:24 pm

ULV AND HVIT | UNION OF THE WOLF

The Gotei had planned this attack for a full year in active actions--in thought, there was no doubts that this attack was in concept since the Demon Incursion. After all, Shadow Fall brought the fight all the way to the Gotei's doorstep, into the house, and all over the backyard. From that moment, it was only inevitable, and it was just a matter of when Gotei could regain themselves. For over 4 years, this was a battle in the making, and having cooperated with Magnolia from the fourth division, and the entirety of the Stealth Force tasked with much of the preparation, they could confidently say America was ready to fall. In fact, a third of the territory was already in Gotei's control in thanks to Operation War Dogs.

That said, although this was a much more "blatant" attack as a part of the surprise declaration of war, Micah's style was still suited to something much more straightforward, and something quick. With that in mind, much of this attack mimicked his strike on Paris--just, with some actual follow up after this. Micah's target was likely the most well known portion of the America under Shadow Fall: New York City.

"Operation Start."

At his command, innumerable locations around the city had their vicinity collapse into dust and debris, mainly government posts, administrative buildings, and roads leading up to hospitals, police stations, and fire stations. Considering this was an overt operation, unlike Paris, just targeting the city as a whole was a no-go. Civilian casualities weren't likely totally avoidable, but they could certainly be minimised. For this reason, hours prior to the actual strike, several Stealth Force operatives entered the city spreading gases that incapacitated low-spiritual signatures and signaled their locations. For the hours leading up to the fight, these operatives were evacuating these humans outside the city and towards the countryside of the New York State, placing them in towns and generally safer locations along the way. Specifically humans since, surely understandably, hollows and demons were fair game. And, if anything, the peace seeking variants should have enough individual strength to escape on their own. The strikes were destructive on infrastructure and territory, but their lethal power wasn't very high. The true lethal power lied in the follow up.

Switching out on the tasks, a new group of operatives invaded the city targeting the areas where Shadow Fall personnel were previously identified and "disposing" of them. If there were a response, it'd be essentially unavoidable, but Micah preferred by far to achieve the task, establish control of the whole city, leave the event at that. After all, it wasn't just New York being struck--in fact, it wasn't just America. Surely, higher administration and leadership would have other priorities, right? Hopefully.

FLAME OF HOPE | END POST

DOUBLE DOWN | UNION OF THE WOLF

The Gotei had planned this attack for a full year in active actions--in thought, there was no doubts that this attack was in concept since the Demon Incursion. After all, Shadow Fall brought the fight all the way to the Gotei's doorstep, into the house, and all over the backyard. From that moment, it was only inevitable, and it was just a matter of when Gotei could regain themselves. For over 4 years, this was a battle in the making, and having cooperated with Magnolia from the fourth division, and the entirety of the Stealth Force tasked with much of the preparation, they could confidently say America was ready to fall. In fact, a third of the territory was already in Gotei's control in thanks to Operation War Dogs.

That said, although this was a much more "blatant" attack as a part of the surprise declaration of war, Micah's style was still suited to something much more straightforward, and something quick. With that in mind, much of this attack mimicked his strike on Paris--just, with some actual follow up after this. Micah's target was likely the most well known portion of the America under Shadow Fall: New York City.

"Operation Start."

At his command, innumerable locations around the city had their vicinity collapse into dust and debris, mainly government posts, administrative buildings, and roads leading up to hospitals, police stations, and fire stations. Considering this was an overt operation, unlike Paris, just targeting the city as a whole was a no-go. Civilian casualities weren't likely totally avoidable, but they could certainly be minimised. For this reason, hours prior to the actual strike, several Stealth Force operatives entered the city spreading gases that incapacitated low-spiritual signatures and signaled their locations. For the hours leading up to the fight, these operatives were evacuating these humans outside the city and towards the countryside of the New York State, placing them in towns and generally safer locations along the way. Specifically humans since, surely understandably, hollows and demons were fair game. And, if anything, the peace seeking variants should have enough individual strength to escape on their own. The strikes were destructive on infrastructure and territory, but their lethal power wasn't very high. The true lethal power lied in the follow up.

Switching out on the tasks, a new group of operatives invaded the city targeting the areas where Shadow Fall personnel were previously identified and "disposing" of them. If there were a response, it'd be essentially unavoidable, but Micah preferred by far to achieve the task, establish control of the whole city, leave the event at that. After all, it wasn't just New York being struck--in fact, it wasn't just America. Surely, higher administration and leadership would have other priorities, right? Hopefully.

FLAME OF HOPE | END POST

Tue Mar 05, 2019 8:32 am

The North God

The leader of the Sixth Circle was already making her moves, and as one of its members, naturally Tsubaki was put into action. Usually her work was in Demon World as her powers were well suited towards countering demons and arresting--or otherwise dispatching--them. But now wasn't really the time to be containing soldiers to their singular duties, and with that in mind Tsubaki was sent to America to defend one of their locations--namely the western front of Texas. Saiko already put into place some defenses around the states that hadn't been occupied by the oncoming Gotei Forces, but the barriers were clearly outlined, and defenses wouldn't be left up solely to the barrier deployment; Shadow Fall would be certain to place personnel at the borders to face any oncoming threats.

The town that Tsubaki and her team was currently stationed at was wholly abandoned, like a ghost town evacuated by the inhabitants due to the threat of war. What an apt location, for the Sixth Circle's Ghost to be defending a ghost town. For the time being, there wasn't any forces to combat in sight--and Tsubaki's sight was genuinely top of the line. That said, the girl was dedicated and perservering; though no threats were observed, she never took her sights off the landscape around the town, keenly keeping her sniper at the ready to take out any sign of an invader.

Sat Mar 23, 2019 7:23 am

Solhammond Palliser | THE MOON CUTTER

What was it about that high stakes chess that made large living feel so large? It just, "felt" classy. Which, honestly, made it that much easier to engage in high stake gambling with the upper class. That was another thing about the high class. Circumstantially, they were easily manipulable, a sense of invulnerability instilled in them as they perched proudly on their pedestals.

"That's a check, Your Highness."

"Mmm, you're quite good at this. I wasn't anticipating you to be such a seasoned strategist, though I admit I'm not too surprised."

"Of course you're not; I'm every bit of a hobbyist in these novelties as you, Your Highness."

"That's quite a bit of confidence you have there, Cyng--even though you say you've not played board games too often."

His words instilled in Cyng an amused smile, that amusement offering some comfort. Her posture relaxed and she leaned back, maintaining her smirk. Her sudden movement attracted the man's attention, his eyes drew up from the board to her eyes, locking in. Leaning back, her smile turned to something more of a smirk, an attitude of condescension conveyed as her fist rose to support her chin.

"I really haven't, Your Highness. In fact, this is my first time playing Chess. If anything, it's a bit of experience, or perhaps just natural talent, maybe fate, but ruling like a king just suits me."

END POST | REALM ENFORCEMENT CAPTAIN

Sun Mar 24, 2019 12:09 am

ARKIN | THE ODINSON

The Gotei had planned this attack for a full year in active actions--in thought, there was no doubts that this attack was in concept since the Demon Incursion. After all, Shadow Fall brought the fight all the way to the Gotei's doorstep, into the house, and all over the backyard. From that moment, it was only inevitable, and it was just a matter of when Gotei could regain themselves. For over 4 years, this was a battle in the making, and having cooperated with Magnolia from the fourth division, and the entirety of the Stealth Force tasked with much of the preparation, they could confidently say America was ready to fall. In fact, a third of the territory was already in Gotei's control in thanks to Operation War Dogs.

That said, although this was a much more "blatant" attack as a part of the surprise declaration of war, Micah's style was still suited to something much more straightforward, and something quick. With that in mind, much of this attack mimicked his strike on Paris--just, with some actual follow up after this. Micah's target was likely the most well known portion of the America under Shadow Fall: New York City.

"Operation Start."

At his command, innumerable locations around the city had their vicinity collapse into dust and debris, mainly government posts, administrative buildings, and roads leading up to hospitals, police stations, and fire stations. Considering this was an overt operation, unlike Paris, just targeting the city as a whole was a no-go. Civilian casualities weren't likely totally avoidable, but they could certainly be minimised. For this reason, hours prior to the actual strike, several Stealth Force operatives entered the city spreading gases that incapacitated low-spiritual signatures and signaled their locations. For the hours leading up to the fight, these operatives were evacuating these humans outside the city and towards the countryside of the New York State, placing them in towns and generally safer locations along the way. Specifically humans since, surely understandably, hollows and demons were fair game. And, if anything, the peace seeking variants should have enough individual strength to escape on their own. The strikes were destructive on infrastructure and territory, but their lethal power wasn't very high. The true lethal power lied in the follow up.

Switching out on the tasks, a new group of operatives invaded the city targeting the areas where Shadow Fall personnel were previously identified and "disposing" of them. If there were a response, it'd be essentially unavoidable, but Micah preferred by far to achieve the task, establish control of the whole city, leave the event at that. After all, it wasn't just New York being struck--in fact, it wasn't just America. Surely, higher administration and leadership would have other priorities, right? Hopefully.

THE IMMORTAL | END POST

Sun Mar 24, 2019 12:33 am

MICAIAH KHSESH | WANDERER OF WORLDS

The Gotei had planned this attack for a full year in active actions--in thought, there was no doubts that this attack was in concept since the Demon Incursion. After all, Shadow Fall brought the fight all the way to the Gotei's doorstep, into the house, and all over the backyard. From that moment, it was only inevitable, and it was just a matter of when Gotei could regain themselves. For over 4 years, this was a battle in the making, and having cooperated with Magnolia from the fourth division, and the entirety of the Stealth Force tasked with much of the preparation, they could confidently say America was ready to fall. In fact, a third of the territory was already in Gotei's control in thanks to Operation War Dogs.

That said, although this was a much more "blatant" attack as a part of the surprise declaration of war, Micah's style was still suited to something much more straightforward, and something quick. With that in mind, much of this attack mimicked his strike on Paris--just, with some actual follow up after this. Micah's target was likely the most well known portion of the America under Shadow Fall: New York City.

"Operation Start."

At his command, innumerable locations around the city had their vicinity collapse into dust and debris, mainly government posts, administrative buildings, and roads leading up to hospitals, police stations, and fire stations. Considering this was an overt operation, unlike Paris, just targeting the city as a whole was a no-go. Civilian casualities weren't likely totally avoidable, but they could certainly be minimised. For this reason, hours prior to the actual strike, several Stealth Force operatives entered the city spreading gases that incapacitated low-spiritual signatures and signaled their locations. For the hours leading up to the fight, these operatives were evacuating these humans outside the city and towards the countryside of the New York State, placing them in towns and generally safer locations along the way. Specifically humans since, surely understandably, hollows and demons were fair game. And, if anything, the peace seeking variants should have enough individual strength to escape on their own. The strikes were destructive on infrastructure and territory, but their lethal power wasn't very high. The true lethal power lied in the follow up.

Switching out on the tasks, a new group of operatives invaded the city targeting the areas where Shadow Fall personnel were previously identified and "disposing" of them. If there were a response, it'd be essentially unavoidable, but Micah preferred by far to achieve the task, establish control of the whole city, leave the event at that. After all, it wasn't just New York being struck--in fact, it wasn't just America. Surely, higher administration and leadership would have other priorities, right? Hopefully.

SAMSARA CHILD | END POST

Wed Jul 10, 2019 1:14 am

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQec64G2iXo song to play

Saga Iramasha | SIX STRING PICKER

Each cheeky twang of the guitar strings resounded across the room. No speakers, no mic, no sound equipment at all. Just a girl on a stool, one leg on the rest and the other dangling to the floor, and a robust acoustic guitar on her right leg. The old-school, 20th century setting bar was clean and well kept. Hard to tell with the dim orange lighting and the musky scent of aged wood, bourbon, and cigar smoke wafing around the room, but any patrons came to experience just that. People were talking at volume lower than what you'd expect from a bar, but the rest of the quiet was filled with a musician's cadenced, rough voice and instrument.

"Weeell, reverend reverend, please come quick;
'cause I got somethin' to admit.
I met a gal out in the sticks, good 'ol miss.
She played a six-string Taylor with warm cigar on her lip."

Maybe the politeness of the patrons was due to the time of day, just a few past noon, but that sort of serenity was just what the guitarist liked to be around. She paused her plucking for a moment to adjust the black tie around her neck and straighten out her suit jacket, but her voice didn't stop singing.

"Don't you know the Devil wears a suit and tie,
I saw 'er drivin down the 'arbour around early July.
White as a cotton field dressed as sharp as a knife,
I heard 'er howling when she passed me by."

Just around then, the doors at the entrance to the bar automatically opened to draw in the lucky lady of the day.

END POST | DEVIL COMPANY HEIR

Wed Jan 01, 2020 1:42 am

Anastasia Etzel

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Thu Jan 02, 2020 10:21 pm

KING KAIZME | LORD OF HUECO MUNDO

BASIC INFO

» Name: Zefonse Kaizme
» Titles: Azure Crimson Sword
» Appearance Age: Thirties
» True Age: Unknown
» Gender: Phoenix
» Sexuality: Phoenix King
» Affiliation/Rank: Rightful King to the Sands of the Damned

» Appearance Description: (Please Put 1-2 Paragraph's on your character appearance.)

bone appearance

hollow hole

» Appearance Picture: (If you have one, link a picture of your character.)

PERSONALITY

Each cheeky twang of the guitar strings resounded across the room. No speakers, no mic, no sound equipment at all. Just a girl on a stool, one leg on the rest and the other dangling to the floor, and a robust acoustic guitar on her right leg. The old-school, 20th century setting bar was clean and well kept. Hard to tell with the dim orange lighting and the musky scent of aged wood, bourbon, and cigar smoke wafing around the room, but any patrons came to experience just that. People were talking at volume lower than what you'd expect from a bar, but the rest of the quiet was filled with a musician's cadenced, rough voice and instrument.

"Weeell, reverend reverend, please come quick;
'cause I got somethin' to admit.
I met a gal out in the sticks, good 'ol miss.
She played a six-string Taylor with warm cigar on her lip."

Maybe the politeness of the patrons was due to the time of day, just a few past noon, but that sort of serenity was just what the guitarist liked to be around. She paused her plucking for a moment to adjust the black tie around her neck and straighten out her suit jacket, but her voice didn't stop singing.

"Don't you know the Devil wears a suit and tie,
I saw 'er drivin down the 'arbour around early July.
White as a cotton field dressed as sharp as a knife,
I heard 'er howling when she passed me by."

Just around then, the doors at the entrance to the bar automatically opened to draw in the lucky lady of the day.

HISTORY

Each cheeky twang of the guitar strings resounded across the room. No speakers, no mic, no sound equipment at all. Just a girl on a stool, one leg on the rest and the other dangling to the floor, and a robust acoustic guitar on her right leg. The old-school, 20th century setting bar was clean and well kept. Hard to tell with the dim orange lighting and the musky scent of aged wood, bourbon, and cigar smoke wafing around the room, but any patrons came to experience just that. People were talking at volume lower than what you'd expect from a bar, but the rest of the quiet was filled with a musician's cadenced, rough voice and instrument.

"Weeell, reverend reverend, please come quick;
'cause I got somethin' to admit.
I met a gal out in the sticks, good 'ol miss.
She played a six-string Taylor with warm cigar on her lip."

Maybe the politeness of the patrons was due to the time of day, just a few past noon, but that sort of serenity was just what the guitarist liked to be around. She paused her plucking for a moment to adjust the black tie around her neck and straighten out her suit jacket, but her voice didn't stop singing.

"Don't you know the Devil wears a suit and tie,
I saw 'er drivin down the 'arbour around early July.
White as a cotton field dressed as sharp as a knife,
I heard 'er howling when she passed me by."

Just around then, the doors at the entrance to the bar automatically opened to draw in the lucky lady of the day.

NATURAL TRAITS

Each cheeky twang of the guitar strings resounded across the room. No speakers, no mic, no sound equipment at all. Just a girl on a stool, one leg on the rest and the other dangling to the floor, and a robust acoustic guitar on her right leg. The old-school, 20th century setting bar was clean and well kept. Hard to tell with the dim orange lighting and the musky scent of aged wood, bourbon, and cigar smoke wafing around the room, but any patrons came to experience just that. People were talking at volume lower than what you'd expect from a bar, but the rest of the quiet was filled with a musician's cadenced, rough voice and instrument.

"Weeell, reverend reverend, please come quick;
'cause I got somethin' to admit.
I met a gal out in the sticks, good 'ol miss.
She played a six-string Taylor with warm cigar on her lip."

Maybe the politeness of the patrons was due to the time of day, just a few past noon, but that sort of serenity was just what the guitarist liked to be around. She paused her plucking for a moment to adjust the black tie around her neck and straighten out her suit jacket, but her voice didn't stop singing.

"Don't you know the Devil wears a suit and tie,
I saw 'er drivin down the 'arbour around early July.
White as a cotton field dressed as sharp as a knife,
I heard 'er howling when she passed me by."

Just around then, the doors at the entrance to the bar automatically opened to draw in the lucky lady of the day.

MARTIAL PROWESS

Each cheeky twang of the guitar strings resounded across the room. No speakers, no mic, no sound equipment at all. Just a girl on a stool, one leg on the rest and the other dangling to the floor, and a robust acoustic guitar on her right leg. The old-school, 20th century setting bar was clean and well kept. Hard to tell with the dim orange lighting and the musky scent of aged wood, bourbon, and cigar smoke wafing around the room, but any patrons came to experience just that. People were talking at volume lower than what you'd expect from a bar, but the rest of the quiet was filled with a musician's cadenced, rough voice and instrument.

"Weeell, reverend reverend, please come quick;
'cause I got somethin' to admit.
I met a gal out in the sticks, good 'ol miss.
She played a six-string Taylor with warm cigar on her lip."

Maybe the politeness of the patrons was due to the time of day, just a few past noon, but that sort of serenity was just what the guitarist liked to be around. She paused her plucking for a moment to adjust the black tie around her neck and straighten out her suit jacket, but her voice didn't stop singing.

"Don't you know the Devil wears a suit and tie,
I saw 'er drivin down the 'arbour around early July.
White as a cotton field dressed as sharp as a knife,
I heard 'er howling when she passed me by."

Just around then, the doors at the entrance to the bar automatically opened to draw in the lucky lady of the day.

RACIAL ABILITIES

» Racial Abilities: (You can put any customized racial skills/abilities/techniques in here. These can range from shunpo, kido, zanjutsu and anything else you want to add. Feel free to skip it if you don't want to fill it out.)

Sat Jan 11, 2020 12:15 pm

Kuchiki Keiko

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