Anime Role Playing Otaku

You've probably all imagined worlds where human's and other species were just as technologically advanced as us, but in different ways. This is the world where steam in the primary source of power, and the mechanics are at the pinnacle of their era The world of Heilantor, set in 18th century. Small-time inventors should by all rights be the richest people in the world of Heilantor, as they are the ones who created the trading system, the majority of the great inventions and turned the economy around, but many of them work for the royals, who in turn claim the credit.

The royals are a group of esteemed (aka. very rich) ((would it be aka? Or something else? Bah.) men and women who work in a tightly woven group of thirteen individuals (names to be later specified). They control much of the cash flow that runs through the capital city, Exalis, and through the twelve sub-divisions (One royal for every subdivision). The so-called 'leader' of the thirteen royals is a woman called Crow. No one knows her real name, not even her co-workers (underlings).

Species may vary, but the predominant species of Heilantor is human. Wildlings (Human-beasts, shape-shifters) are extremely rare, but not unheard of.

No known rebel groups are active at this moment, but there are people who disagree with the way Heilantor is run. The people down low may be plotting something but nothing is for sure, because down in the alleyways of Exalis, so much goes on that is never seen or heard by the city watch...

Name: Mel

Age: 20

weight: 140Lbs

height: 170cm

Magic/Weapons: No magic but the magic of steampunk is present in Heilantor. Mel uses hammers, awls, pick-axes, sharp pieces of glass, pencil stubs, broken pieces of wood and whatever else she can get her hands on at the time a weapon is needed. She keeps knives hidden in straps under her arms and in her boots, but never uses them unless her life is in real danger.

Family: Her parents are both still alive and healthy, but they do not know that she is alive or where she is as she was given to a blacksmith/mechanic as an apprentice when she was seven years old.

History: As mentioned above, she was in an apprenticeship from when she turned seven up until her fourteenth birthday. Then, she decided that she'd learned enough and simply walked out the door. She built her own house on the corner of a street and soon became a respected mechanic who does repairs, and will sell you advanced weaponry if you have the right money and the right words. The city guards ignore her, and she now lives in Exalis, at the heart of the city, being invisible except to her customers. When she is not making weapons or money, she works part-time at the city's tavern, the Red Dragon.

appearance: Black eyes, brown hair, curvy figure, but is hidden by the smock she wears at work. She always has a pair of thick-rimmed goggles on her forehead, and her hands are permanently stained with grime. She is friendly if you are a customer, and cordially suspicious if you are something else. If you are trying to kill her, she will try, and succeed in killing you first. She wears thick, steel-toed boots, and tends to use them for something other than their intended purpose. Namely, dealing with unruly customers. She has a thick Irish accent.

Extra: Loves bacon.

""And STAY oot, ya frekin' arseholes." Mel growled after the two, whining men, just outside the Red Dragon. She gave them a fierce glare and trooped back inside, pausing to say to Frieda, the barmaid. "Aye, tell me if the *** come back in 'ere, alright?" Frieda looked slightly shaken, but gave Mel a swift nod and a rare smile. Mel grinned back at her and moved back behind the bar, moving a mug under the streaming tap of beer and passing it to a disgruntled customer without a second glance. She glanced up at the whirring, bronze clock and gave a soft sigh. Threemore hours, and then she could move back to her hosue. She paused to give a courteous smile to a drunk man before slugging him across the temples when he tried to grab her. He sank, unconscious to the ground and Mel looked back at the clock. Two hours, fifty-nine minutes and fourty-five seconds to go

(Quick question, are there any guns? I'm looking for a 1941 Springfield rifle kinda calaber.)

Name: Simon Nakamura

Age: 18

Height: 182cm

Weight: ~100lbs

Race: 95% Human, 5% Eagle

Magic/Weapons: My weapons consist of two 45 cal Springfield pistols, a .30 caliber M1 Grand, and two Walther P-1 9mm pistols. He has all the good parts about being part eagle. He has wings that will allow him to fly. He can use his eyes like bonoculars, he can zoom in and out and he can see in the dark, as well as being able to hear things miles away.. He also has wicked sharp talons on his hands. Magic wise, he can fly at the speed of sound and sometimes faster if needed. Although, after doing so, he has to rest and eat due to a tremendious loss of energy.

Family: Both of his parents were shot by the Royal Guard due to one of the Royals accusing them of being demons. He was 16 when his parents died. Ever sinse then, he has been ploting to bring down the Royals with a small group of Wildlings. He is the commander of the group. 

History: Nothing much has happened to him besides his parents dying and him forming a rebal group. The only other thing of interest is that he is good friends with Mel.

Appearance: Black hair that covers half his ears, His eye color changes due to the time of day; Morning- Smokey gray, Day- Persian blue, Night- Deep Blood red. He is normaly seen wearing a long black duster, black pants, and black boots. He also has strange markings on his arms.

Other: Hates narcissistic people, but loves confident people. His favorite food is sushi which is a rare treat.

(Yes! Absolutely! Bring on the guns!)

(Great! Thank ya!)

(I can't think of anything right now. xD)

(-_-) (Okay, do you wana bring up another topic in the forum? Doesn't look like anyone's replying to this one)