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@Luxray: MOV is unchangeable, sorry. That was my poor communication. Any reallocations?
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Oh, I'm sorry, that was my fault. I completely missed that. Anyways, I moved the things from MOV to SKL.
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Got me some time.

And of course, much like money, when you get a windfall of time it's best to just splerge all of it at once.


[spoiler= Human]
[b]Name:[/b] Olivier "Archer" Dàrche
[b]Age:[/b] 17
Date of Birth: December 12, 1992
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 172cm
[b]Weight:[/b] 67 kg
[b]Appearance:[/b] Olivier is a blond-haired french boy with fair skin and bright green eyes, outfitted with a pair of contacts that are slightly oversized- which gives the impression of a shimmer from now and then. On a good day, this can make his eyes seem more expressive and reflective; on a poor one, it just makes it look like he's tearing up at all times. Which he occasionally is. Ill-fitting contacts aren't always too comfortable.
His hair is kept short, with the exception of his bangs, which he allows to grow long enough to 'mysteriously' half-cover his eyes, though he allows his hair to grow out a little before he cuts it. His hair is always meticulously coiffed and combed, but even with the best support it can appear oily on hot days. Olivier's almost seems to have a fixation on his hair, to the point where his hand's natural position is either running through it or twitching one of his bangs.
His face is distinctly European, and is colored a distinctly pale off-olive shade. Though he occasionally has a fashionable athletic tan, it's very obvious his skin isn't the type to ever darken for a particular length of time without reddening angrily. When he actually does manage to get a tan, he more resembles a darker-olive greek complexion than he does any sort of brown shade- to the point where people occasionally mistake him at Italian.
He has a slightly longer than normal, pointed nose and a long neck atop a heart-shaped head with eyes narrowed close to the bridge.
His body is naturally slender and tough, though soft. Though it's obvious he's had athletic conditioning of some sort, it's also obvious that he's either not particularly dedicated to it, or he doesn't keep up a constant regiment. He has muscle, but he also has soft fat, neither of which significant enough to contribute to a rail-thin frame.

[b]Personality:[/b] A more snobby and self-satisfied kid you would be hard pressed to find, even among teenagers.
Coming from a french private school, Olivier feels his heritage is somehow 'better' than anyone who speaks english's, and won't hesitate to say that to their face. Though not verbally boastful, he is obviously proud of whatever skills he has, and is visibly upset whenever he's upstaged in any sort of way.
Though quick to make a grudge, Olivier is also very fast to forgive and forget. He's hardly dependable, but when he does do something, it's almost guaranteeing to be done well; he is a perfectionist, and refuses to half-ass anything he does, even if he doesn't want to do it in the first place.
The type of person that it's easier to get along with after you know him, he is quick to insult and seemingly callous and insensitive. In truth, Olivier believes only a small amount of what he spouts, and it isn't too difficult to change his mind. He is the complainer who will still do what the others will anyway, because he likes complaining to other people.
He also believes quite deeply that being foreign will land him all sorts of english chicks.

[b]Family:[/b] His father, Giles Dàrche and his mother both moved from their home country of France when his father's previous position in a french investment firm began to flounder, forcing them to relocate; he has multiple cousins, aunts and uncles, but he saw most of them only rarely in France, and never once they moved.
His father is a relatively laid back perfectionist, who expects his son to carry on the family name in some way- however, he's none to concerned about what way that is. His favorite line to tell Olivier is "whatever you do, do it well", and he's a conniseur of fine art, cheese and wine- though he can't really afford any of his hobbies. When not working, Giles is rather slothful and does rather little.
His mother, Aubere, could scarcely be more different. A house wife, she spent her life teaching her son that a man must preform, and preform well- in a variety of different areas that she was sure to teach him in. Violin and Piano lessons to start, followed by learning to dance, play soccer, and of course, preform perfectly in school. Aubere is overbearing, and would schedule her child's entire life if able, though she allows him certain freedoms if he preforms admirably. Aubere, unlike the males of the family, does not require absolute perfection: just proficiency in a broad spectrum.

[b]Friends:[/b] Olivier had a few friends in France, but none once he moved. The only two he would consider his two 'true' friends -fellow violinists Albert and Onric- awarded him the nickname 'Archer', after the archer's bow he had once carried to pracice and as a pun involving the pronunciation of his last name, which stuck through the majority of his life.
Though he still writes to Albert and Onric, he has very little social inclination and did not gravitate to any particular social caste once he attended a less prestigious school in his new home. He often scares prospective friends away by acting like a european jerkwad, which is also a factor.

[b]Social Class:[/b] Upper-Middle Class. Though his family was once rich, their fortunes have dwindled quite a bit in recent years, to the point where Olivier needs to attend a public school.

[b]Any Saturday Commitments?:[/b] Piano practice every Saturday from 10 AM to 12, Violin practice falls on every second Saturday from 12 to 2 PM. Occasionally, may have events from his other extra-curricular activities there.
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[spoiler= Overlord]
[b]Overlord Name:[/b] Valay De'Cruz
[b]Overlord Class:[/b] Shaman
[b]Overlord Stats:[/b]
HP# 18
STR 01
MGC 08
SKL 08
SPD 04
DEF 02
MDf 05
CON 06
MOV 5

[b]Overlord Age:[/b] Either 108, 81 or 18. He's not quite sure; it's got an 8 and a 1, though.
[b]Overlord Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Overlord Height:[/b] 153 cm
[b]Overlord Weight:[/b] 40 kg
[b]Overlord Appearance:[/b] A slim, almost child-like being covered in a mass of bright red hair that falls down past his ankles, trailing a little behind him. His mouth is made up of little more than fangs, most of them pointed like daggers, and he smiles very little. His teeth may be too large for his jaw, as he occasionally finds it difficult to eat. He has broad eyes, irises that have become violet swirls for no real reason, and wears a suit of red leather armor engraved in red lettering. Though the runes on his armor may have meant something at some point, they have become slurred and blurred by the ages, and by magic, beyond all recognition.
His body is very thin and almost waif-like. No matter how much he eats, he is bony and slender, almost appearing malnourished. If he removes his armor, people are capable of seeing most of his individual ribs.
He wears a pair of bright red silk pantaloons, which are far larger and poofier than people would expect, making his legs seem much larger than they probably actually are. On his feet, he wears bare-bones sandals- scarcely boards tied to his soles.
[b]Overlord Colour Scheme:[/b] Red/Purple/Black
[b]Realm Name:[/b] Nihl
[b]Realm Politics:[/b] It takes very little time to realize why people assumed Valay attained his power through demons, since he so closely resembled a demon himself. Valay was not a good ruler, in any sense of the term; he ruled as a brutal dictator, draining taxes and refusing to attend to any of the nation's needs beyond his own magical experiments, and kept a fairly large stockade of any people he thought might threaten his rule.
His realm managed to exist solely due to the unofficial arrangements trade cartels managed to create with themselves, and with others. Valay had little interest in quashing enemies that didn't seem to be bringing up a violent uprising against him, and allowed them to introduce things that resembled law, and people who resembled lawkeepers, so long as he still attained his taxes.
In a truly face-palm worthy moment, Valay totally didn't see the entire realm rising against him for practicing demon-craft, something any political minded leader could have seen coming from years ago.
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(Is it bad I thought "Disgaea" when I heard Overlord?)
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@Hydra: I thought Disgaea when I was [i]writing[/i] Overlord.

ACCEPTED! At last, an [i]evil[/i] Overlord. It's also fitting that the unlikable player plays the unlikable Overlord. I guess you can show up late to the party; it's a bit of an awkward time to be accepted. Or you could wait until you're less busy and turn up on session two. Whatever you'd like.
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[spoiler=Human App]
Name: Jamie Grey

Age: 16

Date of Birth: April 6, 1993

Gender: Female

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 134 lbs

Appearance: Muscular and athletic frame, Caucasian skin with a healthy tan with significant tan lines at her knees, elbows and neckline. Brown eyes that give off an aura of determination and grit. Has long blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back and is often tied back. Normal dress includes a T-shirt or tank top, olive green vest, knee length shorts or cargo pants, running shoes and white bandana with a green fractal tree pattern. Often seen in her athletic wear, which includes baggy white T-shirt with school emblem on the back, black shorts, running shoes and white fingerless gloves. Her personal effects include a pair of small onyx and opal earrings and a platinum bracelet worn on her left wrist.

Personality: Assertive and bold, not afraid to take on a challenge of any kind. All challenges will be met with vigour and zeal. Tomboy-like, but very in touch of both masculine and feminine sides. Very indiscriminate, treats all people as equals and rivals. Competitive and often confrontational nature intimidates many. Not very academic, but excels at mathematics. Appreciates all sports, but volleyball is held above all others. Enjoys video games too, mostly fighting games, with a little FPS and RPG in the mix. Innocent in terms of sexuality, most innuendo and double entendres are not recognized.

Family: Francesca: Mother
Devin: Father
Will: Older brother, eldest
Francis: Younger brother, third eldest
Gregory: Younger brother, youngest

A very stable and well controlled family unit. Mother is the main enforcer of rules and the academic, pushing all the children for academic success. Occupation is chartered accountant. Father is the strong silent type, a man of few words, but those few words make a world of difference. Occupation is professor of Theoretical Physics. Will is studying abroad in Kyoto University, studying Classical Music. Francis and Gregory are identical twins and often cause mischief and mayhem.

Friends: Riley Suo: classmate in mathematics, teammate on Volleyball team, best friend
Sharon Davis: Teammate on Volleyball team, informal English tutor.
Christina Grundy: classmate in homeroom/science, teammate on Volleyball team, rival

Jamie's confrontational attitude scared off most potential friends, despite most challenges were friendly in nature. Her friends are those who are able to meet her challenges and provide much needed pragmatism and reason.

Social Class: Middle, approaching upper.

Saturday Commitments: None, but team practices and games scheduling is spastic and unpredictable.
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[spoiler=Overlord App]
Overlord Name: Gutrencha Grimnob

Overlord Class: Pirate

Overlord Stats: HP# 28
STR 07
MGC 01
SKL 02
SPD 06
DEF 05
MDf 01
CON 10
MOV 5

Overlord Age: 76

Overlord Gender: Male

Overlord Height: approximately 14'

Overlord Weight: approximately 700 lbs

Overlord Appearance: Ork in species. Wrinkled and dry green skin, large bovine ears and small black beady eyes are the most notable features apart from his size. A permanent hunch characteristic of his species lowers his height by three feet. Has a massive underbite with his long yellow teeth protruding from his mouth. Always wearing his armour, ever ready for battle. His armour is crudely made, most of it looted from other armour and fastened together like a metal quilt. Includes a cuirass, pauldrons, gauntlets, fauld, greaves and boots, all made of looted armour. The metal was originally different shades of metallic grey, but is clumsily painted red, with a large, crude white skull and crossbones on the back. The crowning glory of the armour is the Trophy Rack, a large jaw-like metal plate that serves as a form of head protection that hangs off the jaw. His weapon is a large polearm axe, named the Big Crusha, which he swings with relative ease. The head is a hammer on one side and a large blade on the other.

Overlord Colour Scheme: Green skin with (dirty) red armour

Realm Name: Bigland

Realm Politics: A hyper-militaristic culture, might makes right among the Orks and their subjects. War is a way of life and is the norm in Bigland. Any Ork who doesn't fight or doesn't fight like an Ork are looked upon with suspicion and contempt. Bigland follows a strict hierarchy of the strongest Orks, with Grimnob at the top as the biggest and strongest Ork and titled Big Boomy Warboss. Only he decides which lands to conquer and absorb into Bigland. Following Grimnob are the Warbosses, who act as generals and organize the raids to bring food, gold and other materials into the economy. Then follow the Boyz, the majority of ordinary Orks who act as the soldiers of Bigland, doing much of the looting and pillaging. Then follow the Snotlings, a smaller subspecies of Ork, and the subjugated peoples. They act as the slaves and laborers, filling the roles necessary to maintain the constant raiding and pillaging such as armour making and farming the main crop of Bigland, the drech root, a weed-like tuber that can grow in every possible climate imaginable short of molten lava. The whole economy is based on war, with subjugated realms forced to pay absurd amounts of taxes. Trade with other realms essentially non-existent, as the Orks would rather pillage and steal than negotiate. The only trade is internal between subjugated peoples.

When the demoncraft accusations went around, Bigland was mostly unaffected. However, some of the smarter Warbosses saw an opportunity to use those who did not like demoncraft to help bring down Grimnob and seize power of Bigland for themselves. When Grimnob was defeated, the scheming Warbosses fought among themselves and split Bigland into countless clans which fought constantly among each other.
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