Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5041507-20140716001620/@comment-25173621-20140722211906

The eighteen-year-old boy, myrtenaster-rose, read the message on his laptop. Every detail was not missed when his dark eyes scanned lines of words that made his heart clench. Is this now his reality? College was only a few weeks away...

He was himself, a dark-skinned boy with very short hair. He looked at his clothes. It was similar to his real-world attire: a gray jacket with a black shirt, dark pants and white skater-shoes. At least this world did one thing right, they had very comfortable shoes.

He looked to the empty sky above him, placing the laptop beside him on the bench. Rose pondered for a moment, thinking how he should deal with this. He had only one character to use, Rigel Fenix. The other was in the works and he was so close to finishing it. No matter, he needed to focus on the present. He realized both him and Fenix can shoot and prefer long-range battles. Plus, his years of playing first-person shooters and RPGs may prove to be of some use.

Plus, his real-world appearance was only visible to other RPers. And speaking of RPers, he needed to find some to make friends and get back into reality.

Rose closed his laptop, put it in his satchel bag, and proceeded to walk towards the ampitheatre of Beacon. Maybe along the way he'll meet some new NPCs and other fellow RPers. That, and he needed to get his level rank up. A lot of things to be done.

"It's like high school all over again..."

But before he went any further, Rose decided to check up on his character. He brought up the menu into the inventory. With a touch of the button, the weapon materialized into view.

It weighed almost like a real rifle and felt like one too. It had the exact same dimensions he had created, the exact look, and most importantly, it had the crossbow as well.

"Hello beautiful. Nice to see you, Orion."

He wanted to test out his Semblance as well, but he thought better of doing a performance-test of sneaking up someone. It was how he designed Rigel: a scout and a silent marksman.

Without further ado, he kept his rifle and trekked to the ampitheatre.