DBZ probably isn't the best canon to use as an example. There's a whole lot of leeway for any person to justify their character's ability to unconditionally mount and succeed in their attacks, while at the same time allowing the same opportunity for another character to evade that attack. This is due to the high speed nature of DBZ cI'm at. In light of the powerplaying, you would in fact need to state that Goku, whilst behind Vegeta, reached to grip his leg. From there you would have to, in someway, state or insinuate the following move as something that WOULD happen, if Vegeta didn't or wasn't able to do something. That gives you're opponent in that battle the chance to evade, while also clarifying that they'd have to take some sort of hit unless they had a very good reason out of it. And in your situation, any decently courteous RPer would at least acknowledge the sneak attack and get thrown, even if only to recover before hitting the ground. Granted that you're likely to have a longer battle on your hands. It sounds tedious, but when you're up against sensible RPers, then it works quite well. To hit on the situation with Gohan, that one is, for the most part, a no-no. You can say the island shook from the giant crab but you can't say that another person's character(s) were knocked off balance. That's just outright powerplaying, and there's no real way to justify it.
In common practice, yes, it is considered extremely rude for one to assume control over another person's character, under most circumstance. This would include forcing hits on them, stating their reactions, thoughts and/or feelings in light of events and such. But there are exceptions. In the example you've given it could be excused for the sake of plot purposes, which might have called for Goku winning the fight, or otherwise, it might have been arranged by the players to have it happen. But in any case, if I were Vegeta's player, I'd have been annoyed that the other person followed through with my character's recovery and such.
I'd imagine there would be some way to restock. Granted, I doubt I'll put 001's guns to much use. On a similar note to that, as of August 1st, I'll be without steady internet access until the 15th. I'd prefer, for the sake of not letting my absence slow anyone down, to let 001 get mangled or something to that effect. I may use my data plan to come on here at least once a week in that time, but that depends on other things.
“Can’t be late.” 001 muttered those words to himself several times as he cut himself a path through the snowy grounds. The battle, which had moved only a short distance from the cabin, had come into a vague yet telling view. Several figures stood watching as another one charged yet another seemed to have been grounded. With the snow falling as thickly as it was, 001 couldn’t make out whether one of the group had managed to subdue and defeat a pursuer, or a pursuer had achieved the same against one of the other 00s. Regardless of what the situation was, he knew he had to get to the fight before it was over, or before it started to move further away from its present location; if he lost them there, and fell behind again, he might as well just stay behind, and labeled lost. In light of this truth, he increased his pace, moving as fast as he could through the ever mounting snowfall. Within a minute he had arrived on the scene, standing amongst the others watching as the cyborg he knew to be 004 found herself on the bad end of a violent punch from an unknown assailant. 001 didn’t know who the enemy was, but felt that there was something oddly familiar about him. He shook his head as he felt what emotions he had boil and burn as he watched. Who or what the new enemy was didn’t matter; if they were attacking another 00 unit, then they had to be dealt with, and if no one else was capable of doing the deed, then he had to. He made his move as swiftly and silently as he could. There was no yell, holler, or war cry from his tongue, nor any shout of consul and care for his fellow 00. All there was from him was a jump, lifting him off the ground. He could jump about 140 feet into the air. However, in that instance, he had compromised height in exchange for forward distance, landing just a few feet away from the foe as he finished his swing at 004. As 001 landed, he came to a crouching stance. Immediately, he sprung forward in the first maneuver he could think of: a straight, driving tackle from the side, aimed to knock his enemy’s legs out from under him. With the strength of 001, and the hopeful element of surprise, the enemy would fall to the ground, if only for a short period. Even a cyborg could get knocked off their feet, after all.
My common preference for RP genre has been fantasy. Nothing like creating a mage or a knight of sort and sending them off to battle the armies of the Dark Lord Whatshisname. However, lately, I've been finding myself on the look out for RPs with more of a science fiction basis. I'm mostly looking for something space age, or possibly cyberpunk right now, seeing as I've got character ideas for both of those sorts of RPs. I've also been interested in steampunk. I can't really do too much in the way of canon-based RPs since I'm way behind in my knowledge of most pre-existing canons.
I tried something like that once before. I think I tried too hard to suit it into an action RP though :P seeing as that was what I was most interested in at the time (and still am, for the most part). At the moment, I'm contemplating organizing something along the lines of combat-oriented RP event. Maybe some sort of tournament thing, mostly because it's quick and easy, but has the potential to reel in some interest, since I see a lot of people here that like action, and might enjoy just getting down to the grit.
Rather than bore people with some long story... simply put, I started RPing in the first place because I was curious about it, and pretty interested in living out fantasies, if you will. I keep doing it because I feel that, on a good day, it's healthy for my creative mind, and because I've been in the mindset of hopefully being able to some day surpass those who would now call themselves my superiors as RPers. And I've seen enough of those to last me a life time.
The changes I've been noticing thus far, I am liking, if that answers your question. The Disscusion area is an especially welcome addition. That's...
I think I sense an RP revolution for this site coming from your modship.
I usually try to look at the whole picture of an RP when it's presented before deciding whether or not I want to join it. Naturally, I start by giving the plot outline a good read through, and for the most part, I just iconsider the possibilities, and the worth of the idea. Is it really something I want to commit myself to at this point in time? Will I be able to actually create and play a character through this RP? Where can that character get to from being played in this RP? Will they have to die, or can I use this as an opportunity to start building something up from scratch? Will I, as an RPer, benefit personally and creatively from being a part of this? To be honest, if I can't give myself a definitive "yes" on most of these, especially the first one and the last two, after four or five read throughs and consideration periods, then I typically just tell myself to forget about it these days. I just can't bring myself into an RP if I know for a fact that I'm not going to get anything out of it, or even be able to put anything into it for whatever reason. I also have a tendency to avoid RPs on the basis of the characters that I see being played in them, and the people I see playing them. As old as it gets for me, I can't quite pull myself away from the KH RPs for too long (just to use those as an example). I always have to at least check them out and see what's going on with them, because I might want to join. But I always go in preparing myself for what may or may not be the in the thread. All too often, I find myself wandering into KH RP thread that's pretty much the same deal as the one before it. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, but there is a limit, and sometimes, I see little effort put into making one different from others. But the most discouraging thing I see when I look into most KH roleplays is when I see everyone in their grandmother is wielding a Keybearer, and esepcially when I see that they're all pretty shallow in their details, it just makes me cringe a bit. I'm not opposed to Keybearers in RPing (in some cases, liek Keyblade War RPs, it's pretty much required to have them in some larger numbers), but it's a bit discouraging to see them everywhere when it's not a necessity. I don't really care too much as to whether I have personal ties with someone in an RP. Typically, I don't have any real bond with anyone that I see posting in, or creating an RP, especially around here at this point in time. Of course, I would certainly consider joining one with a friend, whether IRL or from a forum, if nothing else, for the sake of collaboration on characters and creating some cool subplots with them. I've only ever been asked to join an RP once in my recollection. Unfortunately, I had to turn it down due to lack of time. However, I will always give due consideration to an invitation. So I guess you could say that I like to measure up the worth of an RP to my RPing above anything else.
I've posted. Sorry it took longer than I said it would. I'll have him show up at the fight scene in my next post.
The thick, white snow crunched under the heavy feet of Cyborg 001 as he trudged through the Russian wilds. He was running, as much so as the cover of the snow would allow him to. He wasn’t very fast as Cyborgs went to begin with, maxing out on fifty miles per hour; the snow more than halved that speed, making feel like he was only walking. And normal ones move like this? He asked himself. Even his stamina, which was amongst the best of his companion 00 models, was beginning to feel the wearing of the long march to the shack that he should have just gone to in the first place. He was even starting to think that it would have been easier to just go along with the others than go back to check for trackers; after all, it had taken him a good while to catch up to the others, and not backtracking would have saved him more trouble. As of that moment, he was moving in the direction he had pointed the group in, which he had heard would lead them to a safe shelter for the time being. Having gone back to make sure they weren’t being traced or followed, he had encountered something more vicious than he had expected to, and something against which even his resilience had had trouble resisting. As a result, he was left in somewhat rough shape. His uniform had been charred, and scraped away by a new foe, the likes of which he had not even anticipated. A spot on his face had met with a similar fate, and bore a burn mark where contact had been made. Yet he was still alive for some reason, and, other than the cold nipping at him through the tears in his uniform, he was doing well enough to put up some kind of front. But even so, he knew for a fact that had the battle lasted longer, he’d have been a goner. On the verge of doubting his choice to stay behind and fend of pursuers, he reminded himself that if he hadn’t done so, they’d have all been found before long, and all of them captured and destroyed. By staying behind, he had bought them more time. Unless… he shook his head. It had been strange to see a foe that could have left him in ashes flee from the battle. Perhaps they had decided that letting him live would allow them to find the other 00 Cyborgs. But the thought lingered in his mind of the others being captured already, and that he would simply be corralled into a trap like a lamb to the slaughter house. The latter option would be better, if either one were to have happened. He’d be able to let them know that they were being tailed. Regardless, the fear of the latter outcome kept him weary, and pushed him onward. Without realizing it, the visage of the small shack to which he had sent the others came into view as a black dot in the distance. He could hear the last booms and bangs of a battle that had been waged echo over the glazed landscape. What had transpired? Had they been defeated, and he the last one left to fight for his life? Or had they won, and would they leave him behind when he didn’t show up in time? Against his own beliefs, he moved faster through the snow, a sprint by his standards, and that of his terrain. Eventually, the shack became more than just a black dot in the distance, its rustic structure growing clearer and clearer until 001 could make out the majority of its detail. Of course, the others weren’t there, but a distance away, and thus, he continued passed it, in the hopes of catching up to them before they got too far.
Actually, my plan was to have him having left after the others. Sort of following in their tracks.
I most certainly did have a good time while away. The only things that could have been better were the things that weren't under my control, so...
The first RP experience I have (which I don't think I'll ever forget) was back in 2009. I was pretty much fed up with life, and wanted nothing more than to find a way of venting and forgetting the fact that I wasn't too happy. So I stumbled around into a KH forum (not this one though), where I introduced myself to the RPing scene. I pretty much started my time there with an RP in a subsection geared exclusively towards combat via RP. I knew I was being basic when I made my challenge, using a character that really only had heightened human capacity for senses, strength and speed. What I didn't know was that RPing on that site had, for about three or four years, been regarded to a very high standard by most people (more so for the creative aspects of it, and exposing and using the nuances of it, than actually running a tightfisted rule enforcement). I also didn't realize, at the time, that the opponent that had accepted my challenge was, at the very least, amongst the top ten active RPers there. The battle ended with me being told off for god-modding, but also being told that my grip on writing was, for the most part, solid, and enough to work with and build off of. Basically, from that point, I was hooked to RPing. The first full RP that joined in was a Harry Potter one, which, unlike most I've seen, actually had the potential to be more than just a wild fan's dreams come true. Unfortunately, that RP never finished, leaving me on the edge of my seat wanting know where it would have gone to. I'd rather not explain why I started RPing here, mostly because I'm somewhat ashamed of my reasoning (especially nowadays, and seeing more of the section and what it has to offer). If you'd really like to know, I can divulge that reasoning in private.
Here we go. I think this should about do it. If I don't get an intro post up by today, I'll have one up by Sunday night. I figure I'll start with him separate from the group though, or something to that effect. Spoiler Username: Ego Imperium Cyborg Model: 001 Mk. 2 Real Name: Abani Koech Gender: Male Age: 22 Birthplace: Kenya Appearance: Abani measures at approximately 5 feet 9 inches tall, with an estimated weight of around 200 lbs. He has generally smooth skin, with a complexion akin to the color of dark mocha. The top of his head is completely shaven off, though it would otherwise be adorned by a short afro of black hair. A mustache-goatee frames the space around his mouth. Some disproportion is present in his hands and feet, both of which are proportionally larger than the rest of his figure. As for the rest of his figure, he’s literally what some would call “built like a bull.†Abani carries himself with a pseudo-hulk physique that is composed chiefly of a bulky, yet cut figure in which the majority of his muscles are clearly defined. Bio: As is particularly commonplace for most cyborgs such as him, he hasn’t much memory for his life prior to enhancement. He doesn’t so much recall people, events and places though; more so, he recalls things that he did, completely isolated from the rest of the memories. He remembers climbing trees (where they grew), and throwing rocks as far as he could as though he were an Olympian athlete. He vaguely recalls aspirations of competing in world athletic events as a youth, but the reasons for desiring such a thing continues to elude him. Inside, he chuckles a bit about it, knowing that with his enhancements, he could easily take athletic titles without even a hint of competition. But unfortunately, there’s no time for that, and probably never will be. As for becoming a cyborg, he was taken about two years ago, plucked out of his homeland at age 20 while training himself to take his aspirations by the horns. He was one of the first cyborgs under the new models. As a result, his modifications were the most standard and simplistic ones. He was to be made a physical powerhouse, capable of lifting several tons, and resisting all but the most destructive of weaponry. The process, which he recalls only by some form of muscle memory, was rather arduous at the time, consisting of priming through workout, performance enhancements, and finally, the cybernetics that resulted in him truly becoming a cyborg. In the conclusion of his treatments, for control’s sake, his memories of his past were left in tatters or dormant, such that the desire to return to his old life would be consciously non-existent. Being designed as a weapon, he was immediately entered into combat training simulations. However, it was found that he wasn’t nearly as aggressive as he needed to be. Eventually, talk of terminating 001 began floating around, and before long, a team was dispatched to do the deed. It was only then, with his life threatened for real, that Abani displayed the strength and aggression necessary to make The Black Ghost organization see his worth. In response to his effortless decimation of his would-have-been killers, he was kept around, and kept to pulling grunt work, and held in reserve. As more cyborgs like him began to come out of the works, he began to feel some level of likeness to them (as he should). When word got out that the lot of them, from 002 through 009, had escaped the Black Ghost facility, Abani decided to give pursuit. Personality: Despite having the necessary strength to bear hug a bear to death, Abani is not what one would call an aggressive, or even ill-meaning individual (even towards enemies). By a base nature, he is a tranquil individual, standing peacefully off to the side of most of the mild conflicts, and apparently never having any strong personal stance for or against anything. Some who don’t know him might just dub him a pushover, and too peaceful for his own good. Some go as far as to think that he’s plain dumb, which of course, is hardly the case. He’s just someone with little to say. And what he lacks in words, he makes up for in action. The only thing that can really spark him to take action is danger, a quality that is often found hand-in-hand with his nearly boundless commitment to his fellow cyborgs. When a shot is fired, or a punch is thrown and the well being of a comrade or himself rests on the other end, he enters a sort of “berserk†state of mind, growing unfathomably more aggressive, and exhibiting fullest potential of his strengths. When the group is at odds, he is either the one in the midst of separating the parties, or walking away when it’s beyond his control. Other: Mostly speaks in short, sometimes fragmented sentences.
I've found that where ever it is that I go online, my persona does tend to change in some ways, compared to the way I am offline and in real life and such. The crucial change that I notice about myself, say, on a forum such as this, is that I become more outwardly critical of others, and at times, more aggressive when things just aren't making sense, or aren't matching to my established ideals. For all intents and purposes, I think I become more of jerk online than I would otherwise be, more prone to harshly criticizing people that I find troublesome, ignorrant, etc. And even at that, depending on where I am online, that side of me tends to be expressed a bit differently. In one place, I may act elitist. In other places, I pick my battles a little more carefully (knowing for a fact that I'm low in the pecking order). And in other places, I tend to carry myself as little more than a hard teacher figure. And I'm registered and semi-active or active on (I think) four different forums at the moment. So I guess one could say that I've come to suffer from a bit of a split in my personality, to some extent. I kind of think that each alias I go by comes to means something different for me.
At the moment, I'm attending school for a degree in music. I don't totally know where I'd like to go with it though. Presently, my idea is to work as a teacher, but more so with performers, rather than from the theory angle. It's way more exciting to teach people to perform, in my opinion, mostly because it has that "hands on" feel. My uncle is always pressuring me to break out for some performance gigs, like the club scene and all, but I haven't found much in that regard, and I don't think I have the time to get a band going to facilitate that sort of commitment at the moment. If anything, I'd fall onto that as an aside to teaching; I wouldn't want to risk getting wrapped up in the industry too much though, considering that it might lend itself to creative compromise for the sake of crowd appeal. But seeing as music is a hard place to jump into the deep end with, I intend on holding myself to a fallback in either a psychology or business field. But I would definitely try to keep music somewhere in my life, even if I can't make it as a full profession.
Aiming to have everything squared away by tomorrow.
Sorry. Didn't get the chance to put in a nomination; I was away all through last week. I really wouldn't have had an idea who to nominate anyways....
