Single Thread RP Limbo.

[ight so rope says yes, clockwork says no, we need a tiebreaker]
[noobly should bow-eye, with the agreed upon nerfs be added or no?]
(Don't call me Noobly. Noobly here is an adjective. Call me Cream or Starlight pls.)
(Also... Nerf applied and agreed. As long as you can handle him.)
 
(I'm with clockwork on this one, you are DM and control 11 different characters, so keep it low and try with the ones you have, but I don't really mind you adding another character as long as you don't go genocidal on us)
 
(Don't call me Noobly. Noobly here is an adjective. Call me Cream or Starlight pls.)
(Also... Nerf applied and agreed. As long as you can handle him.)
[let's a go]
[adding bow-eye to the list of limboness]
(I'm with clockwork on this one, you are DM and control 11 different characters, so keep it low and try with the ones you have, but I don't really mind you adding another character as long as you don't go genocidal on us)
[I wont]
 
[back to IC]
 
"So, everyone, do you wish to head back to camp?"

"We just left--"

"Wasn't asking you."
 
"So, everyone, do you wish to head back to camp?"

"We just left--"

"Wasn't asking you."
*Rope flies off, into the Corruption once again.*
 
X-001 stretches his arms in the air, before sending the box filled with cobalt (ore) to cobalt (person).
"There you go my friend"
 
A large, deep black, soulless, glowing pupil, with a shiny blue iris, can be seen by Rope in the dark shadows brought on by the corruption's trees of ebon. The pupil closes, and you can hear the voice of an innocent middle school aged boy, no older than 14, call out. He sounds like he's either been crying, is crying, or is on the verge of crying.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
...Please, I'm lost!
Where am I?
...Help me! Please!
 
"So, everyone, do you wish to head back to camp?"

"We just left--"

"Wasn't asking you."
"Nope."
Cream seems to be interested in carving on the ground with her knife.

Name: Luke Gemshine
Nicknames: Lukey
Gender: Male
Text Color: #00ffba
Age: 18
Appearance: An 18-year-old boy with naturally cyan-lime hair. A bit yellow-skinned (As what you can see from UT Frisk (fanwork)). Wears a white T-shirt with a mic from FNF, 2 1/8 notes and "FUNKY" printed on it, and also long blue trousers. Has purple sneakers.
Personality: Can be adventurous and energetic sometimes. Might not be accurate.
Equipment: A bow. Just like Jingyang.
Theme: ??
Backstory: Saved Cream's life from a ship crash at age 7; was warped to Asterra at age 14. More to be revealed IC.
Abilities:
1.Able to cast wind, earth, grass and electro magic.
2.Can fly with wind magic as long as he has enough mana to do that (usually lasts for 12 of my posts)
3.Charged Shot: +5 ATK for all arrows shot at the post. Has a cooldown of 20 IC posts.
Strengths:
1.Great baker.
2.Master at rhythm games, especially at Phigros and osu!mania. Can do osu!std and osu!taiko as well.
Height: 175cm
Weight: 70kg
Exploitable flaws:
1.Gets anxious when he can't find his sister anywhere or that his sister is hurt badly.
2.Might get reckless at unwinnable fights.
Extras: If Riversitian ever joins, he'll be happy to see her.
Name: Lin Jingyang (Lin is his family name)
Nicknames: none
Gender: Male
Text Color: #b860ff
Age: 14
Appearance:
Personality: Calm and kind most of the time. Would get excited when he's playing rhythm games. Doesn't get on nerves easily, but everyone has their limits.
Equipment: A well-made bow. He also has a hand-made bomb as a backup.
Theme: ??
Backstory: Survived a catastrophe with Xueqing at age 9. Have seen ZZZ hollows. More to be revealed.
Abilities:
1.Precise aiming. When attacking with a bow, unless rolled a 1, he can't get below 7.
2.He can cast wind, earth and electro magic. Electro magic is mostly used as Xueqing's AED, though.
3.Does not need actual arrows when he shoot, he can just spawn one with his elemental magic.
Strengths:
1.Master at rhythm games, especially at Phigros, osu!mania (and the like), and Arcaea.
2.Does well with Xueqing's umbrella.
Height: 169cm
Weight: 56kg
Exploitable flaws:
1.Might worry about his sister too much.
2.Might have his mind wandering somewhere else in fights.
Extras: If Riersitian ever joins, he'll be happy to see her.
 
[yes, I accept your two characters, cream]
 
A large, deep black, soulless, glowing pupil, with a shiny blue iris, can be seen by Rope in the dark shadows brought on by the corruption's trees of ebon. The pupil closes, and you can hear the voice of an innocent middle school aged boy, no older than 14, call out. He sounds like he's either been crying, is crying, or is on the verge of crying.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
...Please, I'm lost!
Where am I?
...Help me! Please!
*Rope lands softly on the ground in front of it.*
What brings a kid to such a dangerous area?
...
Actually, I've seen kids who are quite strong.
Anyway, hello, I am The Rope god.
 
X-001 would make a furnace with the stone he got and start smelting the Iron ore in bars
 
*Rope lands softly on the ground in front of it.*
What brings a kid to such a dangerous area?
...
Actually, I've seen kids who are quite strong.
Anyway, hello, I am The Rope god.
The kid steps out of the shadows. He's no taller than 5'8, clearly being in the 7th or 8th grade; his eyes crying a soft stream of a mix of blood and tears. Something.... feels off about him. As you look at his shadow, it looks far different from him. It doesn't have his scruffy hair, or his small bow-tie, but appears larger, taller, with large bow-ties around both its neck and waist, it's head perfectly circular, and it's arm appears spiky. Long story short, a blind man could tell that shadow is nothing like him. This feeling of distrust overflows whatever want you had to help this teenager.
...Where am I?
 
A portal opens right above Xueqing, and two boys fall from the portal. ...One of them has rope on his neck and is unconscious.
"Woaaaahhhhhh" "Ahh!"
Jingyang hit Xueqing hard, and both of them crashes to the ground.
Meanwhile, the other figure hits the ground himself. Cream notices that, and panicks.
"LUKE!! YOU ALRIGHT?!?"
She rushes to him and kneels down.
 
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The kid steps out of the shadows. He's no taller than 5'8, clearly being in the 7th or 8th grade; his eyes crying a soft stream of a mix of blood and tears. Something.... feels off about him. As you look at his shadow, it looks far different from him. It doesn't have his scruffy hair, or his small bow-tie, but appears larger, taller, with large bow-ties around both its neck and waist, it's head perfectly circular, and it's arm appears spiky. Long story short, a blind man could tell that shadow is nothing like him. This feeling of distrust overflows whatever want you had to help this teenager.
...Where am I?
*Rope notices something is... Wrong.*
You're in... I don't even know. It's a place, somewhere.
Better yet, who are you?
<Hm. Something's off. His shadow is way different from his form.>
<Stygian treatment?>
 
*Rope notices something is... Wrong.*
You're in... I don't even know. It's a place, somewhere.
Better yet, who are you?
<Hm. Something's off. His shadow is way different from his form.>
<Stygian treatment?>
The boy opens up his pocket, checking a piece of paper, before sighing out of boredom.
...
Few call me Michael Dashin, Most call me Bow-Eye.
But one things for certain, and it's that all know me as the consequence.
Michael's eyes fling out of his head, his flesh melts, contorts, stretches, all into a large beast, which has an eye for a head, a large bow-tie on both his waist and his neck. His arm is spikey with an eye on the back of it, and overall, it meets the shadows description perfectly. As you look back at the shadow, it appears to look just like the same boy he just was not even a minute ago. Same scruffy hair, a small bow-tie, everything.
...But please, just call me Bow-Eye.
 
Xueqing and Jingyang both gets up. Then, Xueqing goes to check Luke.
"He attempted to suicide... but is alive, which is a good news."
Her experiences of being an agent and saving peiple from the hollow tell her that Luke is alive. That makes Cream relieved by a bit.
 
The boy opens up his pocket, checking a piece of paper, before sighing out of boredom.
...
Few call me Michael Dashin, Most call me Bow-Eye.
But one things for certain, and it's that all know me as the consequence.
Michael's eyes fling out of his head, his flesh melts, contorts, stretches, all into a large beast, which has an eye for a head, a large bow-tie on both his waist and his neck. His arm is spikey with an eye on the back of it, and overall, it meets the shadows description perfectly. As you look back at the shadow, it appears to look just like the same boy he just was not even a minute ago. Same scruffy hair, a small bow-tie, everything.
...But please, just call me Bow-Eye.
Ah.
I Believe I've already introduced myself.
We have a settlement back there, you could go to it. Or don't. It's not really my problem.
 
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