Aurum Dasheng
Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2024 11:52 am
Hello, Rouge/Aurum here!
I’ve finally taken the time to finish Aurum Dasheng, the monkey Faunus! Please give him a read and a consideration for approval.
1. Are you 18 or older?
Yep
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much?
I’ve been doing this for many years and have a lot of experience!
A roleplay post of him specifically!
The courtyard of Beacon Academy buzzed with activity as students sparred, trained, and studied. Aurum Dasheng stood apart from the crowd, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the training grounds. His Dasheng Legacy staff rested horizontally across his shoulders, held casually by his outstretched arms. The weight of the weapon, so unwieldy for most, seemed negligible in his grip.
“Come on, Leon,” Aurum called, a smirk tugging at his lips. His amber eyes glinted with playful challenge as he watched his rival approach. “You’ve been bragging about that new technique all week. Show me it’s worth the hype.”
Leon rolled his eyes but readied his weapon, a curved blade shimmering faintly with embedded dust. “You’re going to regret asking for this,” he replied, his tone half-serious, half-amused. Around them, a small group of students paused their own training to watch. Aurum’s matches with Leon were practically school events—equal parts rivalry and spectacle.
As Leon lunged forward, Aurum sidestepped effortlessly, the red sash at his waist fluttering with the motion. With a fluid sweep of his staff, he blocked Leon’s follow-up strike, the metallic clang resonating across the field. “Not bad,” Aurum said, grinning. “But you’re going to need more than speed to break my guard.”
The match continued in a blur of movement, Aurum’s agility belying his size as he countered Leon’s attacks with precision. Each strike of his staff was calculated, using the weapon’s immense weight to create shockwaves that kept Leon on the defensive. Yet, despite the intensity of the sparring, there was no malice—only the shared drive to push each other further.
When the bout finally ended, with Aurum’s staff gently pressed against Leon’s chest, he offered a hand to his fallen rival. “You’re getting closer,” he said, his grin softening. “But not close enough.”
Leon groaned, accepting the help up. “One day, Aurum. One day.”
Aurum chuckled, the sound deep and genuine, as the crowd dispersed. For all his strength and discipline, moments like these reminded him why he had come to Beacon—not just to prove himself, but to grow alongside people who shared his passion for the fight.
I’ve finally taken the time to finish Aurum Dasheng, the monkey Faunus! Please give him a read and a consideration for approval.
1. Are you 18 or older?
Yep
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much?
I’ve been doing this for many years and have a lot of experience!
A roleplay post of him specifically!
The courtyard of Beacon Academy buzzed with activity as students sparred, trained, and studied. Aurum Dasheng stood apart from the crowd, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the training grounds. His Dasheng Legacy staff rested horizontally across his shoulders, held casually by his outstretched arms. The weight of the weapon, so unwieldy for most, seemed negligible in his grip.
“Come on, Leon,” Aurum called, a smirk tugging at his lips. His amber eyes glinted with playful challenge as he watched his rival approach. “You’ve been bragging about that new technique all week. Show me it’s worth the hype.”
Leon rolled his eyes but readied his weapon, a curved blade shimmering faintly with embedded dust. “You’re going to regret asking for this,” he replied, his tone half-serious, half-amused. Around them, a small group of students paused their own training to watch. Aurum’s matches with Leon were practically school events—equal parts rivalry and spectacle.
As Leon lunged forward, Aurum sidestepped effortlessly, the red sash at his waist fluttering with the motion. With a fluid sweep of his staff, he blocked Leon’s follow-up strike, the metallic clang resonating across the field. “Not bad,” Aurum said, grinning. “But you’re going to need more than speed to break my guard.”
The match continued in a blur of movement, Aurum’s agility belying his size as he countered Leon’s attacks with precision. Each strike of his staff was calculated, using the weapon’s immense weight to create shockwaves that kept Leon on the defensive. Yet, despite the intensity of the sparring, there was no malice—only the shared drive to push each other further.
When the bout finally ended, with Aurum’s staff gently pressed against Leon’s chest, he offered a hand to his fallen rival. “You’re getting closer,” he said, his grin softening. “But not close enough.”
Leon groaned, accepting the help up. “One day, Aurum. One day.”
Aurum chuckled, the sound deep and genuine, as the crowd dispersed. For all his strength and discipline, moments like these reminded him why he had come to Beacon—not just to prove himself, but to grow alongside people who shared his passion for the fight.