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[mastahcheese]

Is this still accepting players?

[freeformschooler]

It's accepting players until it doesn't say sign-ups in the title. That doesn't mean your character will get in, though. Each has a chance of being in the starting party based on application quality/interestingness etc.

[monk12]

Spoiler:  Ash (click to show/hide)

Name: Ash. Or more specifically, the top half is Ashley and the bottom half is Ashton.
"Ow! Why do you always get to be on top, Ashley?"
"Because I'm lighter than you are!"
"I'm just saying, we should take turns, or something."
"Quiet, Ashton, they'll hear you!"

Race: Human

Gender: Yes

Bio: Ashley and Ashton are twin ten year olds from [insert reasonably grim Mario city here]. They never knew their parents, as they were abandoned at an orphanage as infants. The Ash twins were the only humans at the orphanage, and they never got along with any of the other children. Ashley possesses a lightning wit and an outgoing personality, while Ashton is quite strong and has a thorough, methodical approach to problem-solving. Together, they could easily think or fight their way out of any situation.

One week ago, while dodging the orphanage's curfew, they found a human passed out in an alleyway. Upon further inspection (and by "further inspection" I mean "relieving the drunk of his trenchcoat and going through the pockets,") they found that this human possessed a Badge. The Ash twins had heard about Badges, but this was the first one they'd ever seen. The drunken human chose that moment to wake up, and in a moment of panic Ashley froze him to the ground. The Ash twins fled into the night with his Badge and trenchcoat, laughing uproariously as the mostly-nude man cried plaintively for help.

Later, they found a coffee-stained businesscard for the Hero Forge tucked into one of the many coat pockets of the coat. From the brief summary given on the card, Ashton deduced two things. First, that there were many, many Badges in the Mushroom Kingdom, just waiting for an enterprising adventurer to find. Second, that just about anyone could be an adventurer.

Provided you were at least 18 years of age.

Ashley and Ashton devised a scheme to leave their orphanage and collect all the badges they could find. And so, not a week after first using a Badge, Ashley and Ashton prepared to execute Operation: Totem Pole Trenchcoat.

"Psst, Ashley. What are you writing up there? It's been like ten minutes!"
"It's the application for this hero thing. We had to fill out a biography."
"Oh. You did remember to write down our FAKE background, right? Ash the Bounty Hunter?"
"...uh, hang on a minute."

You have four Advancement Points to spend. Each Advancement Point can increase HP or FP by five (up to 20) or your Strength by 1d2 (up to 1d8).

HP: 10 (1 point)
FP: 10 (2 points)
Strength: 1d4 (1 point)

Mastered badge:
Additional badge:

Ahhhh I've been going back and forth between 2 points in Strength or putting one in HP. I guess balanced approach FTW?

Think I'll roll up a non-human app as well, if that's alright. I feel like we're a little heavy on humans, but I've had this character in my head for a while so I wanted to get it up quick.

[mastahcheese]

On second thought, I'll PTW.

[Dwarmin]

Name: Mowsalyn
Race: Custom-Mouser/ http://www.mariowiki.com/Little_Mouser
Gender: Girl
Bio: Mowsalyn (her nickname is Mow, Mowmow, Sally or Lyn as the mood strikes her) is barely noticeable from a distance-a diminutive rodentlike being with a round body-tawny sand colored hide, a long twitchy black tail that ends in question mark arch, her head topped with small and delicate round ears with a fuzzy grey interiors-and a pair of peeping, ocean blue eyes peering from behind a white bandanna that wraps around her upper body. She's also wearing the gear of an explorer, albeit in a small size-a tiny tan desert uniform and a halfsize fedora, a small shovel and a miniscule magnifying glass-all in very cute, mouser appropriate sizes. If you try to speak to her without warning, she will squeak and flee.

Few would guess behind Mowsalyns quaint and jumpy exterior lies an adventurous heart. Most of her kind tend to become daredevils and vagabonds of some sort, and she is no exception-she chooses to pilfer entirely abandoned structures, though, and prefers works of historical merit to mere coin-most of her time. Mowsalyn has spent her young life continuing her families work-exploring the history of the Mushroom Kingdom, deciphering it's sometimes boggling past-and then looting it. Her family runs the 'Pint-sized Archeologists Department' for similar beings-with an interest in uncovering old places and excavating them for profit and knowledge. It's fine work for an adventurer-plenty of fun, and most of the time the minimum of laws are broken. She tends to donate most of what she finds to museums that pay well...but, her kind is notorious for their materialism, and she cannot always be considered trustworthy in this regard.

This is actually the first time Mowsalyn is actually on her own, though-up till now, she has spent a childhood training and assisting her families expeditions all over the world. Now given that world to explore on her own, she's quite excited to begin. She just needs to find a team! The first rule of PAD is to never work alone...

Personality wise, Mowsalyn tends to be easy to startle, but she does not lack true courage-only nerve. As a small being, she believes it's extra important to be brave-but double points are awarded for canniness. Behind her bandanna lies a cunning and calculating intellect, one that carefully values all approaches. She tends to be open minded and accepts help readily-and rarely allows herself to become discouraged. For her, it's all about the prize-getting it, getting out. And keeping everyone safe. She is usually affable and friendly, but often becomes affronted if someone claims she's 'too small' for a task. Though she sometimes is. She'd often prefer to win by trickery over brute force-or avoid a conflict entirely. If backed into a corner, though, Mowsalyn will fight back with heroic effort, great courage belying her small size-which tends to influence the other, larger beings to fight harder as well. After all, who wants to be outdone by a mouse?

If pressed further by a friend-of whom she has few-she'll grudgingly admit a weakness for moon-cheese fondue, and a penchant to enjoy foot rubs in her off time. She enjoys star watching at night, the smell of the desert flowers from the dusty land she was born, and wonders what happens to Mousers who have died, and where they go. She asks herself everything, and wants to find every answer.

You have four Advancement Points to spend. Each Advancement Point can increase HP or FP by five (up to 20) or your Strength by 1d2 (up to 1d8).

HP: 5+0=5
FP: 0+10=10 (2 points)
Strength: 1d2+2+2=1d6 (2 Points)

Mastered badge:
Additional badge:

[Cheesecake]

Spoiler: Toad (click to show/hide)

Name: Toad
Race: Toad
Gender: I'mma Toad
Bio:
As I said: I'mma Toad There was once a Toad named Toad. No, not a toad named Tod. Nor was it a toad toddler, which is practically tadpoles. But just a regular Toad. Toad loved toads, and he loved being a Toad. Toad always had fun going to play in the country side, where he would play leap-frog. Yes, Toad played leap-frog with Toads. One day, the other Toads didn't hop along with him, since they grew up and said to him, "We're Toads, Toad, not toads."

And with that, Toad came to realize that even though Toad was a Toad on the outside, he was a toad on the inside. He practiced and practiced, but no one wanted a Toad that could hop. Toad was sad. One day, Toad heard of all the people gathering to become heroes and go off in far off lands, and Toad hoped that he could find his people, and live with toads, instead of living with Toads.

Toad hopes to be the greatest hero, and one day reach for the sky. By hopping.
HP: 10
FP: 5
Strength: 1d4

Mastered badge:
Additional badge:

[Tiruin]

Aw great another great RTD I miss-

*reads again*


-This space being worked on for sheet-

[Dwarmin]

Aw great another great RTD I miss-

*reads again*


-This space being worked on for sheet-

Damn timezon...

*reads again*

[freeformschooler]

Mouser: Small, crafty rodents. Their tiny stature and quick feet make it easy for them to silently swipe valuable baubles. Mastery choices:

[Errol]

I shall thus attempt to join this RtD so that freeformschooler has an excuse for letting it die early.

Spoiler: Sir Bigglesworth (click to show/hide)

Name: Sir Bigglesworth the First
Race: Toad
Gender: Male
Bio: Sir Bigglesworth the First comes from a long line of honorable Toad paladins - or at least he intends to start one. He even has a loyal Yoshi steed! Then he dismounted it, because it was a stick yoshi and people were laughing at him. For, you see, the era of Toad Paladins is sadly long over, and this particular Toad is more than a bit delusional and has passed the prime of his years.
But fear not! Bigglesworth still does his best, standing tall against the ravages of time and doing good where he can. And despite his inability to use Flower Power, he wields his ancestral badge once owned by more practically minded toad ancestors, and protects the innocent with the blazing furor of the righteous.

HP: 20 (+3)
FP: 0
Strength: 1d4 (+1)

Mastered badge: Defensive Stance
Bonus badge: Looting Eye

(I will also into art if Bigglesworth gets accepted.)

[freeformschooler]

I was gonna wait on Tiruin but he's taking forever so here's our starting party.

Mowsalyn - Dwarmin
Ash the Bounty Hunter - Monk12
Roger the Pokey - flabort
Mimic Guy - BMM42
Sir Bigglesworth - Errol

[Dermonster]

Dammit, these things always have a tiny death rate.

[Knight Otu]

Aww, waitlisted again.

[flabort]

Better familiarize myself with my allies' roles, then.

Dwarmin: Rogue
Monk12: Mage (Ice)
Me: Front line tank
Blade Master Model 42: Grab Bag
Errol: Front line tank

Alright, A-here-we-go!

[freeformschooler]

~Prologue~

Pwooo. Whuh... Pwooo...

A diminutive man behind the wooden counter inhaled, exhaled, inhaled. He didn't get much sleep last night. A red-and-white Toad Cap was pulled over his face, acting as a makeshift Sleeping Cap. He dreamed, appropriately, of being at home in his bed. A bell rung - DING - and the dream shattered like glass. The Register Toad scrambled to his feet, ready to serve.

"Hi! Helloo! Welcome to - welcome to the Hero Forge. Where Heroes are made!" He pulled his cap back over his head and looked over the five oddballs standing behind the counter.


In front was a very tall figure in a dark grey trenchcoat. The coat must have been too big because the only Human features protruding from it were a small head with long, brown hair up top and a pair of tiny shoes at the bottom. A paper application slid out of the coat's sleeve and onto the counter. Ash the Bounty Hunter, huh? A quick glance revealed he wasn't alone.

A Little Mouser in an ill-fitting desert garb hopped up and down, trying to see over the counter. Mowsalyn, the sheet read. Register Toad chuckled a little. You didn't see a lot of wannabe heroes like this. Her energy was a pleasant surprise.

Behind her was an even stranger applicant. A Pokey with a blue hue like the creatures that grow up underground. Weren't Pokeys plants? Whatever. Register Toad barely knew a thing about the desert, anyway. He looked down at the application. Roger. Interesting name for an adventurer like that.

Somewhere off to the side of the group stood a weary old Toad with a beer belly and stage one dementia. He sported a magnificent golden cape with chewing gum stuck to the bottom. His whole demeanor screamed "don't mess with me, kiddos, I'mma Paladin!" Let's see here - oh, Sir Bigglesworth. The Register Toad shot him a knowing nod.

Just barely tall enough to make eye contact, Mimic Guy stood behind the rest of the group. He was pretty clearly having trouble deciding which mask to use at this point, so he stuck with the neutral face for now.

"...Alright, aaaaand THERE! All registered. You'll need to decide on a team name and leader before starting a job, though. That's my favorite part, you know." Register Toad flopped back into a sitting position and spun around in his spinny chair, arms behind his head. It was hard to hear him over the endless chatter and footsteps of other adventurers walking around the buildings and checking out the stalls. "Go, talk amongst yerselves. I'll show you the list when you've decided."