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[RP] Disgaea - Presence of Favoritism

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Frenchfry:
Frenchfry has never opened an RP before, so please just bear with me. I needed to be the one to propose this because I will not trust anyone else to do the actual game justice.


Disgaea PoF take place in - surprise - the Disgaea Universe. A few fans of the series might know where "Presence of Favoritism" came from. Disgaea is populated by many alternate worlds, known as Netherworlds, populated by beings - human-resemblant or otherwise - called Demons. Each Netherworld is unique, and each has an Overlord, the most powerful demon in said Netherworld and their leader. Technically, there is also Celestia and the Human world, but we don't care about them right now.

In general, Demons are not nice people. Most of them are selfish and violent, which is viewed by the "Dark Assembly" - A Netherworld's government body, as a good thing. Regardless, there are still very many heroic demons, several of them even being Overlords.

You are a demon in the Netherworld known as Sanctum, a slightly-less-heartless than usual world. Sanctum's Overlord Yuiska has recently left to challenge Supreme Overlord Baal, rather absentmindedly forgetting to leave a vassal in charge during her absence. And, seeing as Baal is the single most powerful being in the universe, she'll be busy for a while.

In the meantime, a Demon Lord by the name of Lloyd has taken over, and, unlike Yuiska, he is a particularly iron-handed ruler, as well as extremely greedy. Mister Lloyd must die, and WE have to make that happen, because all the Unique characters are off being lazy.

All players must have their character be one of these classes. Don't worry, you have a lot of choices, not all of which are human. Dragons and dragon-based monsters (With the exception of Holy Dragons), Rifle Demons, Wood Giants and Majins are not allowed, due to them being overpowered.
*UPDATE*
In the games, disgaea is Turn-based, with Stats and Levels, which would be needlessly complex for an RP. The action here will be standard, not turn-based or stat-based by any means, though classes will still have their advantages and disadvantages. However, we can safely assume there is still HP involved, which is why you won't be killed just from being hit once, unless you're a healer being hit by a buffed-up Rifle Demon.
If you DO die? Sucks for you, because the Dark Hospital is on vacation right now. If you die, you stay dead. So don't die.
Everyone will be starting in a village called Knavesmire. Fitting might it be, that's a legit town name.

Skeletons, skeletons, Skeletons...
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Frenchfry:
RP Start

Cedric had virtually no proficiency with a sword. Or any weapon besides his pistol, for that matter. For most people, that would be a problem. Not for Cedric. In fact, his uselessness with a sword was a boon. It meant he could plunge one into his heart, qualifications for a critical hit, and not even remove all of his health.

Taking up a cheap, dull sword coated in rust, Cedric put the blade to his chest, grinning madly and slipping the blade between his ribs, relishing the pain as it ripped through his body. When the tip of the sword had extended a good foot out of his back, Cedric tapped his heart, triggering the appearance of a small, mostly black bar directly above his head. His HP bar. out of twenty Hit points, he had four remaining.

"Hehehe... cutting it pretty close, but damn... feels good."

Cedric turned around, looking for someone he hadn't scared with his own addiction to pain yet. He enjoyed making people scream from his near-fatal injuries almost as much as he enjoyed getting them.

Monzta:
I watch as Cedric creepily enjoys his pain. I show no expression of fear or disgust, as I was taught, but I can't resist squinting a little as he impales his heart. I quickly make myself look tall. Nothing scares me. I hope.

"Now.. what was that all about?"

Frenchfry:
Cedric faced the source of the voice. A ninja.
"Heeeeeey, backstabber. You wouldn't happen to have any napkins, wouldja? Blood doesn't mix well with the pants, ya know?"

LeoReborn:
~^\ Alora /^~

In Knaveville, I wandered about, looking for somebody.
Seeing as none of my memories remained, I didn't know as to whom.

Then, it happened. I came upon a scrappy young lad, with poor sword proficiency, apparently.
He had taken his blade, and shoved it through his heart.

Just the sight of blood mixing with rust made me cringe, but the aroma was ghastly. I had to cover my face, and look away, in order to stomach the gruesomeness.

"You, swordsman. Are you so poor with that sword that you can't properly execute a decent blow, even when your blade hits a vital area?"

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