Permissions and Application for dirtyvegasrp
Warning for theskytides folks: This is an app for a sex based game. Reader Discretion Advised!
Types of sex I am OK with: (for example oral, anal, frottage, etc): Anything that shouldn’t be in a bathroom is A-OK with me.
Kinks or practices I enjoy: (for example bondage, crossdressing, toys, etc): Anything except my nos above and below, though banter, fighting bondage, dominance, mind control and slight blood play are all good pings
Types of sex I'm not OK with: Like I said above, bathroom stuff is a big nono.
Kinks or practices I don't enjoy: I’m pretty open, so if it’s something way out there just PM me first, kay? I’m not too big into crossdressing unless it’s for laughs though, or anything like age play.
Willing to write rape or dubcon?: Willing, yes. But Icly Flynn would never instigate such a thing, so look elsewhere for your attacker.
Is fade to black OK?: Perfectly fine!
OOC
Name: Jess
Contact: raspberrydrink @ aim and livejournal
Age: 26
Current characters: n/a
IC
Name: Scifo, Flynn
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia
History link: Flynn’s page on the Tale’s of wiki: Here
The general wiki page for ToV, which covers the majority of the plot: Here
Age: 21
Canon point: Just after his big spar with Yuri, before the main party leaves for the final dungeon. Aurion has been built, and he and Yuri have come to terms with a lot of their friction.
Personality: If Flynn is anything he is dedicated. Ever since he was a child he’s devoted his life to one over reaching ideal, and stuck with it for over half of his life. He’s an idealist through and through, yet not a completely unrealistic one. At his heart he wants to make the world a better, safer place for everyone… but he knows that it’ll take work, that nothing will be easy and that he will be fought step by step along the way. But he is also stubborn as a mule, and no matter what is thrown in his path he will continue on it. True, this will occasionally blind him to some of the slippery aspects of political life, but that does not dissuade him.
It’s hard to describe Flynn without talking about Yuri. He’s both Yuri’s twin and inverse. They share the same ideals of equality and justice but are on very separate paths for how it must be done. Unlike Yuri, Flynn has a core of patience in him, and is willing to wait for his better future. Seeing people get hurt while he’s tangled up in the law hurts him, but he believes that playing judge and jury (and like Yuri, executioner) is simply the first step into a downward spiral. So instead of throwing himself into each tiny personal crime against the people, Flynn plays Politian. And is good at it.
But saying Flynn is nothing more then his goals (perhaps even ambitions, though he would hate to use such a term) is selling him short. He is a kind, loyal and earnest young man, and honest to a fault. He does anything for his friends and is a source of strength to those that fight alongside him. While he is very talented he has yet to fall to any hubris, and in fact tends to blame himself for any failings of the group as a whole. He’s a workaholic, and refuses to be any less then his best at all times. Though, he does have his blind spots: he can be considered a bit of a boy scout, and some may find him a bit preachy and demanding when he really gets going. In fact, he’s a bit of a mother-hen and will pester others “for their own good”, getting easily frustrated when he’s ignored or brushed aside. He could even be compared to a rather pushy, and occasionally easily scandalized, Aunt. His intentions are good… but he can get outright annoying.
He also has a love for battle, though not a bloodlust. Challenging himself and going beyond his limits invigorates him. And finding someone that can challenge him, that can force him to be better not only in battle but in other ways, is something he strives for. When he’s struggling against someone else his more snaky side shows up, and he can show a rather completive streak. Much like a certain vigilante.
Powers/Abilities: Flynn is a skilled swordsman in his own natural right, but his real power comes from an item called a bodhi blastia. The blastia allows him to use “artes”, a type of semi-magical ability that enhances his sword strikes, allowing him to charge them with energy or even elemental attacks. It also allows him to use healing spells. He can only use it for so long before having to rest.
Prose sample: (Note: this is an extended bit of prose set in “theskytides” , the game I also play him in)
It was late, yet not yet the deepest part of night. The moon was heavy and full in the sky, casting everything in dim silvers and blues.
Any other night Flynn might have taken a few moments to enjoy the brisk night air, but not tonight. Tonight he was walking down the Fiertia's gangplank and out onto the port, his face set and perhaps a bit angry, eyes only focusing on the Victoria II in the distance. His boots made short clanks as he walked, the noise seeming very loud to his ears.
It was rare that the two ships shared a port, even more so since Yuri's arrest. Regardless of the charges being dropped, there was no love lost between the two crews. After all, they all knew Yuri was guilty... it was just a matter of anything sticking. And in the middle of it, between the desire to catch a lawbreaker and the desire to protect his friend, sat Flynn. He had spent the last few hours arguing with the other man, almost pleading in his own stubborn way. It had come to the very edge of blows. But instead of giving in and taking out his frustration out in battle as they often did, Flynn had simply... walked away.
Now it was just a matter of getting back, and not putting his gauntlet covered fist through a wall. Only Yuri, it seemed, could get him so riled up. But this time it wasn’t the normal petty crimes and lack of anything resembling responsibility. Not just his friend being overly reckless… this time he had -murdered- someone. Sliced into his chest and dumped him coldly into a river to bleed out. The weigth of this was finally hitting him, and Flynn leaned against a near-by wall, hiding his eyes with one hand and grimacing.
The idea of his childhood friend doing such a thing was beyond him: they had both talked so much about changing things, of making the city, the nation, something they could be proud of. But not like this. Not with blood.
But part of him knew that, if it had been him, he might have done the same. Ragou had slaughtered children, feed people to monsters, and no one could do anything to stop him. He hadn’t even spent a full day in jail. If Yuri could almost end up executed for his crimes, but someone like Ragou could walk free… what was he fighting for? Maybe things were just too corrupted to ever be fixed, especially by one man. He groaned, sinking down to the sit on the ground, resting his chin on his knees. He felt… tired, worn out and tattered like an old rag. Always cleaning up others messes and getting battered with use. Every problem he solved only exposed 3 more.
But the moment of exhaustion was short, and something he couldn’t afford. The only thing worse then failing was giving up, or at least that was what he told himself. He had to keep telling himself that, or he’d fall apart. Another sigh and he stood, popping his back and spotting the Victoria in the distance. It was time to go back.
Links: A completed thread, also at theskytides
Types of sex I am OK with: (for example oral, anal, frottage, etc): Anything that shouldn’t be in a bathroom is A-OK with me.
Kinks or practices I enjoy: (for example bondage, crossdressing, toys, etc): Anything except my nos above and below, though banter, fighting bondage, dominance, mind control and slight blood play are all good pings
Types of sex I'm not OK with: Like I said above, bathroom stuff is a big nono.
Kinks or practices I don't enjoy: I’m pretty open, so if it’s something way out there just PM me first, kay? I’m not too big into crossdressing unless it’s for laughs though, or anything like age play.
Willing to write rape or dubcon?: Willing, yes. But Icly Flynn would never instigate such a thing, so look elsewhere for your attacker.
Is fade to black OK?: Perfectly fine!
OOC
Name: Jess
Contact: raspberrydrink @ aim and livejournal
Age: 26
Current characters: n/a
IC
Name: Scifo, Flynn
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia
History link: Flynn’s page on the Tale’s of wiki: Here
The general wiki page for ToV, which covers the majority of the plot: Here
Age: 21
Canon point: Just after his big spar with Yuri, before the main party leaves for the final dungeon. Aurion has been built, and he and Yuri have come to terms with a lot of their friction.
Personality: If Flynn is anything he is dedicated. Ever since he was a child he’s devoted his life to one over reaching ideal, and stuck with it for over half of his life. He’s an idealist through and through, yet not a completely unrealistic one. At his heart he wants to make the world a better, safer place for everyone… but he knows that it’ll take work, that nothing will be easy and that he will be fought step by step along the way. But he is also stubborn as a mule, and no matter what is thrown in his path he will continue on it. True, this will occasionally blind him to some of the slippery aspects of political life, but that does not dissuade him.
It’s hard to describe Flynn without talking about Yuri. He’s both Yuri’s twin and inverse. They share the same ideals of equality and justice but are on very separate paths for how it must be done. Unlike Yuri, Flynn has a core of patience in him, and is willing to wait for his better future. Seeing people get hurt while he’s tangled up in the law hurts him, but he believes that playing judge and jury (and like Yuri, executioner) is simply the first step into a downward spiral. So instead of throwing himself into each tiny personal crime against the people, Flynn plays Politian. And is good at it.
But saying Flynn is nothing more then his goals (perhaps even ambitions, though he would hate to use such a term) is selling him short. He is a kind, loyal and earnest young man, and honest to a fault. He does anything for his friends and is a source of strength to those that fight alongside him. While he is very talented he has yet to fall to any hubris, and in fact tends to blame himself for any failings of the group as a whole. He’s a workaholic, and refuses to be any less then his best at all times. Though, he does have his blind spots: he can be considered a bit of a boy scout, and some may find him a bit preachy and demanding when he really gets going. In fact, he’s a bit of a mother-hen and will pester others “for their own good”, getting easily frustrated when he’s ignored or brushed aside. He could even be compared to a rather pushy, and occasionally easily scandalized, Aunt. His intentions are good… but he can get outright annoying.
He also has a love for battle, though not a bloodlust. Challenging himself and going beyond his limits invigorates him. And finding someone that can challenge him, that can force him to be better not only in battle but in other ways, is something he strives for. When he’s struggling against someone else his more snaky side shows up, and he can show a rather completive streak. Much like a certain vigilante.
Powers/Abilities: Flynn is a skilled swordsman in his own natural right, but his real power comes from an item called a bodhi blastia. The blastia allows him to use “artes”, a type of semi-magical ability that enhances his sword strikes, allowing him to charge them with energy or even elemental attacks. It also allows him to use healing spells. He can only use it for so long before having to rest.
Prose sample: (Note: this is an extended bit of prose set in “theskytides” , the game I also play him in)
It was late, yet not yet the deepest part of night. The moon was heavy and full in the sky, casting everything in dim silvers and blues.
Any other night Flynn might have taken a few moments to enjoy the brisk night air, but not tonight. Tonight he was walking down the Fiertia's gangplank and out onto the port, his face set and perhaps a bit angry, eyes only focusing on the Victoria II in the distance. His boots made short clanks as he walked, the noise seeming very loud to his ears.
It was rare that the two ships shared a port, even more so since Yuri's arrest. Regardless of the charges being dropped, there was no love lost between the two crews. After all, they all knew Yuri was guilty... it was just a matter of anything sticking. And in the middle of it, between the desire to catch a lawbreaker and the desire to protect his friend, sat Flynn. He had spent the last few hours arguing with the other man, almost pleading in his own stubborn way. It had come to the very edge of blows. But instead of giving in and taking out his frustration out in battle as they often did, Flynn had simply... walked away.
Now it was just a matter of getting back, and not putting his gauntlet covered fist through a wall. Only Yuri, it seemed, could get him so riled up. But this time it wasn’t the normal petty crimes and lack of anything resembling responsibility. Not just his friend being overly reckless… this time he had -murdered- someone. Sliced into his chest and dumped him coldly into a river to bleed out. The weigth of this was finally hitting him, and Flynn leaned against a near-by wall, hiding his eyes with one hand and grimacing.
The idea of his childhood friend doing such a thing was beyond him: they had both talked so much about changing things, of making the city, the nation, something they could be proud of. But not like this. Not with blood.
But part of him knew that, if it had been him, he might have done the same. Ragou had slaughtered children, feed people to monsters, and no one could do anything to stop him. He hadn’t even spent a full day in jail. If Yuri could almost end up executed for his crimes, but someone like Ragou could walk free… what was he fighting for? Maybe things were just too corrupted to ever be fixed, especially by one man. He groaned, sinking down to the sit on the ground, resting his chin on his knees. He felt… tired, worn out and tattered like an old rag. Always cleaning up others messes and getting battered with use. Every problem he solved only exposed 3 more.
But the moment of exhaustion was short, and something he couldn’t afford. The only thing worse then failing was giving up, or at least that was what he told himself. He had to keep telling himself that, or he’d fall apart. Another sigh and he stood, popping his back and spotting the Victoria in the distance. It was time to go back.
Links: A completed thread, also at theskytides