Post by Shadic on Apr 6, 2017 20:43:06 GMT
Don't ban me for this. It'll look worse on your part. Don't delete this thread either. I have it saved on my computer and I will simply repost it. Another thing to note is that I copy and pasted all starting posts into the thread below. That way, if anybody here tries to change their character, I can call them out.
Quick Question ~
Hello mods, admins, whoever else decides to read this. My name, if you couldn't tell, is Shadic and I have two questions I would like to pose. It is in regards to how starting PLs are decided since I never got a clear answer in the chat.So, enough beating around the bush or whatever, here are my questions:
Is there bias on the site in regards to certain characters? Why do some characters have a significantly higher starting PL than others?
After reading my question, and if you are not of the staff, you may be thinking, 'Well geez, this guy is just really upset about getting a starting PL of 22.'
If you did think this, good job, but it is not true. I have heard battles on this site can be determined by the writing itself and is not so much based on power. In all honesty, my question is not a big deal because of this single fact.
Even still, you may be wondering how I could come to such a conclusion. Well, after analyzing the site and asking some questions for myself, I think I have a pretty good understanding of the whole situation.
It all started when, admittedly, my friend Nexon's character received a starting PL of 24.
Right off the bat, this could simply be chalked up to how the starting PL is determined. So, naturally, I asked HansGruber how this is done. Hans replied, and yes, I saved the exact quote from the chatbox, "0hans0gruber0: @shadic172 starting PL is based off of the quality, which is in the form of multipliers, word count (which is divided by a number I won't disclose, and then I give a bonus 25 PL to that end number of it is below 10"
From this we can clearly see the equation for determining starting PL is based on quality/word count. I am unsure what this 'multipliers' thing is all about (and I'm not going to act like I do), but it does not change my argument
*Nexon's Solo has 644 words, 2846 characters (without spaces), and 3492 characters (with spaces).*
Okay, seems like a decent quality. From there, quality is divided by an undisclosed number. Well, I did the math (it isn't hard to do) and that number (FOR NEXON AT LEAST) is a VERY odd 26.8333333... (for word count), 118.58333333... (for characters w/o spaces), and 145.5 (for characters w/ spaces). Now obviously, these character count numbers are ridiculous, so we'll use the word count number.
*Our magic number is: 26.83333... (5 places after the decimal is fine)*
I'd imagine, as a member of this site, this magic number would be used for everybody. I am going to look at 6 other characters who were accepted and see if this number is consistent throughout.
I'll start with my character, Shadikkosu. Shadic's solo has 609 words, 2593 characters, and 3194 characters (w/spaces).
Okay, so. With our magic number in mind, 609 divided by 26.83333 equals.... 23. Seems legit, Shadic does have a PL of 22, so everything is (kinda) matching up so far. (Although, the magic number here SHOULD be 27.68181 if we want it to basically equate to 22).
Rex/Virtuity is another one of my friends. His character, Reikiro has a solid solo. It has 720 words, 3257 characters, and 3983 characters (w/spaces).
Once again using our magic number, 720 divided by 26.83333 should equate to... 27. Wait. What? But Reikiro has a PL of 99? This magic number didn't get him to 99, in fact, it is far from it. That is because, unless there is some factor we do not know about, Reikiro's magic number is 7.27272.
Y'know what, one apple fell a little far from the tree. Let's keep going. I do not know Nosferatu at all, really, but we'll use his character. His solo has 198 words, 918 characters, and 1123 characters (w/ spaces).
Taking our magic number and putting it to the test... 198 divided by 26.83333 comes out to about 7. Since Hans apparently adds 25 to any PLs below 10, Nosferatu should have had a PL of 32. Here is another discrepancy. I cannot figure out his magic number because I do not know whether Nos received a 29 right away or if he needed that 25 point boost, meaning he would have had 4. Either way, these numbers do not match up.
Now we're going to drop some bombs. The staff members. We'll start with fox's character Ayumu because he is (currently) the strongest on the site. Ayumu's solo has 1996 words, 8990 characters, and 10933 characters (w/ spaces).
Woah. This is a doozy. Still, we can use the magic number and see if things correlate. 1996 divided by 26.83333 is 74. That is 126 PL less than what Ayumu actually is. Ayumu's magic number must have been 7.984, which is oddly similar to Rex's 7.27272. Strange.
On to the first of the brothers: Hans. Hans' character Kat has a nice little solo. In fact, Hans even posted on the sheet "Short and sweet. I don't care." It has 208 words, 962 characters, and 1168 characters (w/ spaces). So, looking back at Nos who only wrote 10 less words, we can imagine Kat is not much stronger than the vampire, right?
Magic number at the ready! 208 divided by 26.83333 is 8, which is boosted up to 33. That is 12 less than Kat's actual PL. Okay, what is the real magic number at play here? 4.62222. Now hold on just a second. Something is going on here. But, whatever, let's move onto my final character here.
Namorel. Goor's character who seems like he is supposed to be the site villain. I can respect that. The site villain, the 'Demon' King, this 'badass character that everybody seems to fear' does not have the solo one would expect. 272 words (372 less than Nexon), 1222 characters, and 1494 characters (w/ spaces).
Now it's time for the moment we've all been waiting for. 272 divided by 26.83333 is 10 which gets boosted to a whopping 35. I'm sorry. What? Hold on, what does that make Namorel's actual magic number? Well, after some quick math, 2.89362. I think all I've needed to say has been said.
Also, a thing to note, none of this has to do with Character Race. While the multiplier may be different for each race, characters such as Nexon, Reikiro, and Kat are all humans. There is no excuse.
This is why I think there is some serious bias going on.
“Again!” An older voice called out in the middle of the dirt training grounds that occupied the more rough terrain of Fry Pan Mountain. As the voice called out, a heavy impact was heard, two figures standing by twin logs that were buried deep into the ground. “Again!” The older male called out as he and Nexon struck the top of the log with the flat of their palms. The massive logs shifted from the impact of the older man’s hit, causing it to sink into the ground lower. Nexon however, seemed to be having difficulty as he struck the top of his, the log refused to sink deeper into the Earth. “No good, you must focus. Envision your palm is a hammer and focus your mind on making it solid.”
Nexon would nod, beads of sweat running down the side of his face as he removed the top of his wushu gi. He would tie it off around his waist, taking a horse stance as he tucked his left fist in by his side. His right hand remained out as he focused on his breathing, his lungs expanding and contracting with each deep breath. His right palm was bruised, his fingers trembling from the countless impacts he made on the log. It’s bark would be stripped away as if someone had taken a hatchet to it over time. Taking in a final breath, Nexon would raise his hand up before slamming it down hard, imagining his hand to be a large mallet. As he struck, the log would give way, splitting down the middle as the redhead looked to his father.
“Hm, seems you envisioned your hand to be an axe. Well done. You may take the rest of the day off, just do not stray too far.” The boy would smile to himself as he stood up, taking a formal stance as he bowed his head quickly. “Thanks dad! I’ll be back in a few hours!” He would grin before taking off. Running towards the eastern side of Fry Pan mountain, it’s reddish sand and heated rock earning its namesake. Grinning from ear to ear, the boy would peer off the edge, the sheer drop nearly 150 feet from the semi-dormant volcano peak. Taking three steps back, the crimson haired boy would close his eyes, building up his nerves. A cool breeze moved over him, his locks of red hair swaying in the wind before he launched himself forward.
Leaping off of the edge, Nexon jumped out forward about 15 feet before he began to arc and fly downward, barreling towards the forest. Soaring downward, the sound fo the wind drowned out everything else, the boy’s clothes flapping wildly in the wind as he watched the ocean of leaves close in quickly. At the last second, Nexon would spread his arms outward as he disappeared into the treetops, halting his momentum with a swing. His fingers dug into the bark of one of the large oaks, nearly snapping it off of the trunk, though with a bit of luck, he followed through with the swing and managed to land on one of the thicker branches.
Letting out a sigh of relief as he placed his left hand onto the tree bark to anchor himself, Nexon brought his right forearm up to wipe away nervous beads of sweat. “Whew...nailed it.” He would grin to himself confidently before a sickening snap was heard. Looking over to the origin of the noise, Nexon could see that the large tree branch had unfortunately been withered and dried, a dead branch. “Oh crap…” Those were the last words to pass the boys lips before the branch snapped off and Nexon plummeted to the floor, crashing onto the grass, bits of wood raining down over him. Groaning in pain and discomfort, the redhead would let out a whimper, rubbing his back and neck gently.
Nexon would nod, beads of sweat running down the side of his face as he removed the top of his wushu gi. He would tie it off around his waist, taking a horse stance as he tucked his left fist in by his side. His right hand remained out as he focused on his breathing, his lungs expanding and contracting with each deep breath. His right palm was bruised, his fingers trembling from the countless impacts he made on the log. It’s bark would be stripped away as if someone had taken a hatchet to it over time. Taking in a final breath, Nexon would raise his hand up before slamming it down hard, imagining his hand to be a large mallet. As he struck, the log would give way, splitting down the middle as the redhead looked to his father.
“Hm, seems you envisioned your hand to be an axe. Well done. You may take the rest of the day off, just do not stray too far.” The boy would smile to himself as he stood up, taking a formal stance as he bowed his head quickly. “Thanks dad! I’ll be back in a few hours!” He would grin before taking off. Running towards the eastern side of Fry Pan mountain, it’s reddish sand and heated rock earning its namesake. Grinning from ear to ear, the boy would peer off the edge, the sheer drop nearly 150 feet from the semi-dormant volcano peak. Taking three steps back, the crimson haired boy would close his eyes, building up his nerves. A cool breeze moved over him, his locks of red hair swaying in the wind before he launched himself forward.
Leaping off of the edge, Nexon jumped out forward about 15 feet before he began to arc and fly downward, barreling towards the forest. Soaring downward, the sound fo the wind drowned out everything else, the boy’s clothes flapping wildly in the wind as he watched the ocean of leaves close in quickly. At the last second, Nexon would spread his arms outward as he disappeared into the treetops, halting his momentum with a swing. His fingers dug into the bark of one of the large oaks, nearly snapping it off of the trunk, though with a bit of luck, he followed through with the swing and managed to land on one of the thicker branches.
Letting out a sigh of relief as he placed his left hand onto the tree bark to anchor himself, Nexon brought his right forearm up to wipe away nervous beads of sweat. “Whew...nailed it.” He would grin to himself confidently before a sickening snap was heard. Looking over to the origin of the noise, Nexon could see that the large tree branch had unfortunately been withered and dried, a dead branch. “Oh crap…” Those were the last words to pass the boys lips before the branch snapped off and Nexon plummeted to the floor, crashing onto the grass, bits of wood raining down over him. Groaning in pain and discomfort, the redhead would let out a whimper, rubbing his back and neck gently.
Right off the bat, this could simply be chalked up to how the starting PL is determined. So, naturally, I asked HansGruber how this is done. Hans replied, and yes, I saved the exact quote from the chatbox, "0hans0gruber0: @shadic172 starting PL is based off of the quality, which is in the form of multipliers, word count (which is divided by a number I won't disclose, and then I give a bonus 25 PL to that end number of it is below 10"
From this we can clearly see the equation for determining starting PL is based on quality/word count. I am unsure what this 'multipliers' thing is all about (and I'm not going to act like I do), but it does not change my argument
*Nexon's Solo has 644 words, 2846 characters (without spaces), and 3492 characters (with spaces).*
Okay, seems like a decent quality. From there, quality is divided by an undisclosed number. Well, I did the math (it isn't hard to do) and that number (FOR NEXON AT LEAST) is a VERY odd 26.8333333... (for word count), 118.58333333... (for characters w/o spaces), and 145.5 (for characters w/ spaces). Now obviously, these character count numbers are ridiculous, so we'll use the word count number.
*Our magic number is: 26.83333... (5 places after the decimal is fine)*
I'd imagine, as a member of this site, this magic number would be used for everybody. I am going to look at 6 other characters who were accepted and see if this number is consistent throughout.
I'll start with my character, Shadikkosu. Shadic's solo has 609 words, 2593 characters, and 3194 characters (w/spaces).
The teenager made his way through the jungle, in search of the first town he would make a stop at. It had been days since Masuta gave him his task of finding the heart medicine and time was of the essence. Neither he nor Shadic knew how much time the old man had left. It could be days, weeks, months, even years before he finally kicked the bucket. Because of this, it would be better for Shadic to get the medicine sooner than later.
At the moment, the boy was tired. He'd been traveling through the humid jungle all day and hadn't taken a break since he started moving. Looking around, Shadic took a seat on a fallen log and sighed. For the time being, everything was peaceful. Despite his master's life on the line and his legs sore with fatigue, Shadic was able to just sit there and appreciate nature.
For a good five seconds.
All of a sudden, Shadic heard some leaves crunching under footsteps as a big puma pounced its way out of the brush. The cyborg barely had time to react, swinging his arm up to intercept the cat. Rather than getting a nice chomp to his neck, Shadic managed to wedge his right forearm into the maw of the beast. Shadic used his arm's length to keep the cat from tearing him apart with its claws. As its fangs sunk into his arm, the teenager winced in pain, but he knew from his training that he could not give up to something so simple.
With the puma still latched to his arm, Shadic brought his right leg up and kneed the animal in the stomach. The cat fell back into the brush as the teenager clenched his arm. For the first time in his life, Shadic was bleeding. Blood started to slowly flow out of the bite wound, dripping onto the grass below. Not to mention, it hurt like crazy. The puma went back to prowling through the bushes, keeping its eyes locked on Shadic. The cyborg was now in his fighting stance, well aware of his foe this time. He was not going to allow another surprise attack this time.
The puma growled before pouncing once again, ready to finalize its kill. This time, however, Shadic slid under the cat as it leaped towards him. Almost as quick as the feline he was fighting, Shadic turned around and grabbed it by the tail. The puma hissed, trying to turn around and snap at the boy, but it got a face full of boot as it did so. Now the predator had become the prey, and the cat was fully aware of it.
The big feline began clawing at the mossy jungle ground, trying everything in its power to get away. Shadic had to plant his feet to ensure it could not escape. If he let it run away, it may return and try to hunt somebody who can't defend themself. But, at the same time, he just could not bring himself to kill the beast.
Shadic decided to just let the animal go, releasing its tail as it scrambled off into the woods. He looked down at his forearm and flexed, seeping out some more blood and also firing another shot of pain through his arm. He was awestruck by the crimson liquid seeping out of his arm, but he knew the clock was against him now. Depending on how deep the wound was, Shadic was in danger of bleeding out. He gingerly wrapped his hand around his arm and started moving again, with a little more pep in his step than before.
At the moment, the boy was tired. He'd been traveling through the humid jungle all day and hadn't taken a break since he started moving. Looking around, Shadic took a seat on a fallen log and sighed. For the time being, everything was peaceful. Despite his master's life on the line and his legs sore with fatigue, Shadic was able to just sit there and appreciate nature.
For a good five seconds.
All of a sudden, Shadic heard some leaves crunching under footsteps as a big puma pounced its way out of the brush. The cyborg barely had time to react, swinging his arm up to intercept the cat. Rather than getting a nice chomp to his neck, Shadic managed to wedge his right forearm into the maw of the beast. Shadic used his arm's length to keep the cat from tearing him apart with its claws. As its fangs sunk into his arm, the teenager winced in pain, but he knew from his training that he could not give up to something so simple.
With the puma still latched to his arm, Shadic brought his right leg up and kneed the animal in the stomach. The cat fell back into the brush as the teenager clenched his arm. For the first time in his life, Shadic was bleeding. Blood started to slowly flow out of the bite wound, dripping onto the grass below. Not to mention, it hurt like crazy. The puma went back to prowling through the bushes, keeping its eyes locked on Shadic. The cyborg was now in his fighting stance, well aware of his foe this time. He was not going to allow another surprise attack this time.
The puma growled before pouncing once again, ready to finalize its kill. This time, however, Shadic slid under the cat as it leaped towards him. Almost as quick as the feline he was fighting, Shadic turned around and grabbed it by the tail. The puma hissed, trying to turn around and snap at the boy, but it got a face full of boot as it did so. Now the predator had become the prey, and the cat was fully aware of it.
The big feline began clawing at the mossy jungle ground, trying everything in its power to get away. Shadic had to plant his feet to ensure it could not escape. If he let it run away, it may return and try to hunt somebody who can't defend themself. But, at the same time, he just could not bring himself to kill the beast.
Shadic decided to just let the animal go, releasing its tail as it scrambled off into the woods. He looked down at his forearm and flexed, seeping out some more blood and also firing another shot of pain through his arm. He was awestruck by the crimson liquid seeping out of his arm, but he knew the clock was against him now. Depending on how deep the wound was, Shadic was in danger of bleeding out. He gingerly wrapped his hand around his arm and started moving again, with a little more pep in his step than before.
Okay, so. With our magic number in mind, 609 divided by 26.83333 equals.... 23. Seems legit, Shadic does have a PL of 22, so everything is (kinda) matching up so far. (Although, the magic number here SHOULD be 27.68181 if we want it to basically equate to 22).
Rex/Virtuity is another one of my friends. His character, Reikiro has a solid solo. It has 720 words, 3257 characters, and 3983 characters (w/spaces).
It was on a grassy plain that sweat soaked Kiro’s short, brown hair, creating a foul stench. The same went for his white headband, except the sweat had begun to drip down the young man’s face and fall onto the grass under him. The Sun generated a heat like no other on this particular spring morning, which made his training that much harder. On the bright side, besides the heat it was a fairly nice day. The skies were mostly clear with just the right number of white, fluffy clouds in the sky. The birds were chirping and the calm breeze helped Kiro cope with the heat, as he was trying to work hard putting in his daily morning workout to keep his body in top shape. While one might think that he should be pushing his limits constantly, he decided that it would be a bad idea to continuously break his muscles so much like a bodybuilder might. However, he had a day set every months where his workout routine would be a little more than he was used to. He had to challenge himself sometimes.
‘Ten… Eleven… Twelve…’ The numbers sounded off in Kiro’s mind as every time he’d perform a pushup planning to do fifty in total. So far, he was knocking each one out pretty fast, proving that has gotten used to doing the first twenty due to years of exercise. More time passed as he continued, ‘Thirty...Thirty One…’. He noticed that he was starting get tired already, his arms beginning to shake slightly and making a mental note that he was taking longer to complete each one. His face was beginning to become covered in sweat, his body desperately trying to keep itself cool. His white gi was starting to absorb the bodily fluids in other parts of the body, wet spots beginning to form on his chest area and his back. He gritted his teeth as he reached the number forty. ‘Forty One...Forty Two…’ He counted, now experiencing a bit of double vision. He was grunting now with each time he pushed himself up, feeling his biceps and his triceps starting to tighten.
Kiro muttered a curse word, feeling more pain in his arms and shoulders. ‘Forty..Four…. Forty…...Five.’ His count began to slow and he realized that the heat getting to him. His arms began to shake more now and he felt a little light headed. The mental struggle already began to kick in, his brain already trying to find excuses to give up. ‘You’ve done Forty-Five push ups with the heat, pretty sure that equals fifty push ups on any other day. You can stop now.’ He started telling himself, and began to let himself down in the middle of his forty sixth. However, just before he could finish to doing so, he stopped. ‘Oh no I don’t. Not finished quite yet. I’ve done fifty before, I can do it again.’ He told himself, trying to push himself even more.
He dug his fingers in the dirt and began to push himself up once again, his arms and shoulders screaming as he did so. ‘Forty Six.’ He counted again, going back down and pushing himself up again. ‘Forty Seven.’ Kiro kept doing so, his eyes beginning to sting because of his eyelashes not being able to keep all the sweat back. Before his mind could use it to formulate another excuse, he closed his eyes and tightened his eyelids. Another cool breeze washed over his body, giving him a small boost of energy and busted out two more pushups. “Forty Eight… Forty Nine..!” He began to count out loud, thinking that hearing himself say it may help him to be able to will himself to complete the last one. He let out a small roar as he forced himself up one last time, “Fifty!” He let out in a huge sigh, rolling onto his back and letting his chest rise and fall as he took deep breaths. It felt uncomfortable lying on his sweat, but he didn’t care. He accomplished his task.
“Woo!” Kiro said, sitting up. He used his forearm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. ‘Alright. 90 second rest, then I have fifty sit ups. Fan-flipping-tastic.’ He said to himself sarcastically, taking a deep breath and sighing in dread. Something told him that today was going to be a very hard day.
‘Ten… Eleven… Twelve…’ The numbers sounded off in Kiro’s mind as every time he’d perform a pushup planning to do fifty in total. So far, he was knocking each one out pretty fast, proving that has gotten used to doing the first twenty due to years of exercise. More time passed as he continued, ‘Thirty...Thirty One…’. He noticed that he was starting get tired already, his arms beginning to shake slightly and making a mental note that he was taking longer to complete each one. His face was beginning to become covered in sweat, his body desperately trying to keep itself cool. His white gi was starting to absorb the bodily fluids in other parts of the body, wet spots beginning to form on his chest area and his back. He gritted his teeth as he reached the number forty. ‘Forty One...Forty Two…’ He counted, now experiencing a bit of double vision. He was grunting now with each time he pushed himself up, feeling his biceps and his triceps starting to tighten.
Kiro muttered a curse word, feeling more pain in his arms and shoulders. ‘Forty..Four…. Forty…...Five.’ His count began to slow and he realized that the heat getting to him. His arms began to shake more now and he felt a little light headed. The mental struggle already began to kick in, his brain already trying to find excuses to give up. ‘You’ve done Forty-Five push ups with the heat, pretty sure that equals fifty push ups on any other day. You can stop now.’ He started telling himself, and began to let himself down in the middle of his forty sixth. However, just before he could finish to doing so, he stopped. ‘Oh no I don’t. Not finished quite yet. I’ve done fifty before, I can do it again.’ He told himself, trying to push himself even more.
He dug his fingers in the dirt and began to push himself up once again, his arms and shoulders screaming as he did so. ‘Forty Six.’ He counted again, going back down and pushing himself up again. ‘Forty Seven.’ Kiro kept doing so, his eyes beginning to sting because of his eyelashes not being able to keep all the sweat back. Before his mind could use it to formulate another excuse, he closed his eyes and tightened his eyelids. Another cool breeze washed over his body, giving him a small boost of energy and busted out two more pushups. “Forty Eight… Forty Nine..!” He began to count out loud, thinking that hearing himself say it may help him to be able to will himself to complete the last one. He let out a small roar as he forced himself up one last time, “Fifty!” He let out in a huge sigh, rolling onto his back and letting his chest rise and fall as he took deep breaths. It felt uncomfortable lying on his sweat, but he didn’t care. He accomplished his task.
“Woo!” Kiro said, sitting up. He used his forearm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. ‘Alright. 90 second rest, then I have fifty sit ups. Fan-flipping-tastic.’ He said to himself sarcastically, taking a deep breath and sighing in dread. Something told him that today was going to be a very hard day.
Once again using our magic number, 720 divided by 26.83333 should equate to... 27. Wait. What? But Reikiro has a PL of 99? This magic number didn't get him to 99, in fact, it is far from it. That is because, unless there is some factor we do not know about, Reikiro's magic number is 7.27272.
Y'know what, one apple fell a little far from the tree. Let's keep going. I do not know Nosferatu at all, really, but we'll use his character. His solo has 198 words, 918 characters, and 1123 characters (w/ spaces).
Nosferatu sighed he was wearing a hooded jacket, and keeping his head tilted downward he didn't want his face to be seen in broad daylight. He bumped into a thug. "Hey punk!" the thug yelled at Nosferatu. "Yes thug?" he asked is his raspy voice. "Hey don't be a smartass, now you scuffed up my suit so give me all your zenni". Nosferatu tilted his head upward and got a good look at the thug the thug had slicked back hair and was wearing what looked like a very fancy suit. "Shove your complaint up your ass, because it's not my problem." The teenage vampire with slight annoyance. Then the Nosferatu walked away he didn't have time to deal with this. "Hey I was talking to you, stop ignoring me!". Then Nosferatu sighed, he decided to take the non violent approach in this situation, he lifted his hands up pulling down his hood. Then he turned towards the thug, and glared at him. "Hey jerk get lost that's an order" Nosferatu said in anger. He ran while screaming at the top of his lungs "MONSTER MONSTER!!!". Nosferatu smirked sometimes it was to easy he then pulled his hood back over his head and continued walking.
Taking our magic number and putting it to the test... 198 divided by 26.83333 comes out to about 7. Since Hans apparently adds 25 to any PLs below 10, Nosferatu should have had a PL of 32. Here is another discrepancy. I cannot figure out his magic number because I do not know whether Nos received a 29 right away or if he needed that 25 point boost, meaning he would have had 4. Either way, these numbers do not match up.
Now we're going to drop some bombs. The staff members. We'll start with fox's character Ayumu because he is (currently) the strongest on the site. Ayumu's solo has 1996 words, 8990 characters, and 10933 characters (w/ spaces).
While ayumu was making his way through the previous forest with a familiar person sitting in the back of his cart, a single tear rolled down his cheek as he saw the grave that was before himself.
The small grave that was made to leave behind the past that was found upon this day, Ayumu then called out to the woman in the cart that he was dragging along, cooking happily inside.
"Hey, come out... I won the bet! The grave was not destroyed!"
Was the first reaction that came out of his mouth before then turning back to the grave and feeling the memories slowly washing over himself with a smile.
Letting it all enter him slowly before then realizing he was reliving the memories...
It was when Ayumu was making the same way back to his home, back to the place he called a home in the past with a little smile on his face, having managed to figure out how to make a cart propelled by little muscle energy and slowly dragging it along.
Surviving of meat that he hunted down with a bow, surviving of the herbs that he learned to consume in the wilds.
But not all animals had to die in the wild, simply lifting his hand and patting a small squirrel that had made its way onto his shoulder, Ayumu whistled lightly towards it as the sun was slowly starting to set in the distance.
The feeling of nature itself washing through him like a bath of energy that refused to go down easily.
It was something serene, beautifull and it was unable to be contained by the man that was Ayumu who raised his arms, scaring off the squirrel and let out a happy shout before rushing back down the little mountain to grasp his cart.
Barely manageing to save it.
But the day was cut short by the first few lights of the stars appearing overhead, becoming too dangerous to travel a small fire was set up as he took a notice to the far distances, knowing these forests from the past and letting his mind slowly wander.
His history of running away from his past, his history of accepting everything for what it was... This was a constant pain in his body as he slowly clutched his wife beater, feeling a few droplets of water as he enjoyed the beauty of the stars.
Taking a notice to what colour the stars had and remembering a few theories on how the colour of blue was up there, from the lack of its colour... Space was beautifull.
It was filled with thousands of possibilities and hundreds of unique things that would be just there to be explored.
To be found and filled into a small map that could teach millions of people about the unlimited possibilities, but the memories of him being called out as a dreamer painfull blew through his heart once again.
Sleeping calmly, Ayumu could not realize how much danger he had been in, being woken up by scrapnel blasting into his cart and pushing the entire building lightly aside, his futon starting to become one hell of a mess as the pots inside all fell down their planks.
The ceramic blasting apart from the impact to the ground and some other tools snapping or bending upon hitting other materials inside.
It lasted quite a while, the shaking making a noise through the entire forest as a large red flare was starting to die down from the immense pressure.
Ayumu his eyes were rubbed by his rather large hands to get rid of any remains from the beforehand sleepiness.
Constantly letting a sigh or two escape as he made his way ontop of the unmoveable remains of the stall.
It was not long before the flaring sounds of cop cars made their way to the forest yet the sudden silence that came with it was only terrifying to the man, his mouth gritting the teeth before feeling a small droplet of courage starting to build up within him.
"This is insane."
That was his first few words, having not spoken with anybody in a few days, it felt akward to voice out a sound again, only letting out shouts of happiness or groans of annoyance.
Starting to climb down the stall and making his way towards the mass that was the impact site, his heart beating like a heavy gong, constantly echo'ing through his entire body before collapsing against a tree with sweat running down his back.
"I cannot... What if it is a murderer.. What if the thing wants to kill me and i am just going to become a target."
The fear being personified by the unknown, Not knowing what could be coming towards him his legs trembled in extreme caution before a sudden nudge was given to him.
It was not known what snapped in him, but he felt himself growing more calm upon the thought of the cops that went silent, the chance that he could be a distraction for somebody else to let their families stay alive.
His fingers scraping into the trees before slowly pulling himself up on a branch, his large body frame that was unlike his actual strenght still ranked in the pitifully low numbers due to a natural cause was brought forwards.
The first step being the heaviest one as they slowly gotten lighter and lighter.
His face wrinkled out of fear, terror visible on his face slowly starting to wash away.
Yet as he came close, there was a sudden wash of red into the air as a small cloak of mist surrounded the two vague humanoid shapes that were engaging in combat.
Their fists colliding at speeds that were seemingly impossible for Ayumu himself to notice, but with his heart starting to race there was no way for him to even notice what was going on.
"What the..."
His voice unable to truely word his suprise as his eyes started to widen in fear, a soft droplet of blood striking onto his face and causing him to fall back on his behind.
Letting the air leak between his lips as he was gasping for more, constantly feeling a need to breathe more and more before his hands started to tense up and his stomach turned around.
Vomit plastering the ground a bit away from himself, his entire body convulsing as a small whip slashes past into a tree.
A deliberate strike that was aiming to instantly finish him off to not let his body be a obstruct to the two that were fighting in the air with their bodies flying at each other rapidly.
There was no flight, no special effects, this is just rapid strikes of people colliding their fists into each other as they had their empty sockets filled with a strange fire.
The body of a seemingly unnatural creature that stood before himself was slamming into another.
Constantly fighting and striking at each other as Ayumu kept himself lifted up, refusing to go down yet, akwardly getting himself straightened upwards.
Refusing to fall down, Refusing to let himself be hurt so badly again by running away, his first few steps made his way forwards.
"What is going on?!"
He shouted, the air blasting out of his lungs as the more femine humanoid compared to the masculine one was looking over for a split second before a fracturing sound of wood was heard, its entire left limb vanishing into crumbs as they slammed into the wall of dead bodies behind her along with the trees.
A screech of a unnatural voice blasting outwards before a blue liquid slammed down onto the ground in large clumps before being kicked over by the other figure who cackled happily.
Making a game out of the damaged creature trying to put up a fight without having any strenght left, the corners of its mouth starting to raise.
"Really...!?"
Feeling mortified upon his involvement causing harm once again before starting to throw himself forwards, running across the torn apart ground, feeling the squish of flesh and guts underneath his feet as he started to smile, almost unnaturally.
His face slowly burning with passion as he raised his fist with a loud screeching noise of a attempt of a battlecry with his wheezing breath, his fear taking his stamina away as he slowly made himself come closer and closer before feeling a sudden hole opened up in his torso.
'is this it?'
Was the first thought that came to himself, calmly stopping this burning passion before feeling something else flare up in himself, it was dull and painfull but at the same time there was a emotion burning much brighter than that in his heart.
"Hey... Fuck face."
He spoke, lifting up his arms and grasping the arm that was stuck inside of him, tensing his torso muscles through years of practice the strenght was little but his body was still a weight holding this man down before coughing blood onto his arm along with vomit, feeling spikes slowly extend from it before starting to rapidly poke around trying to get him to let go.
It spoke in a unknown tongue, it cut into his ears as he gritted his teeth and wanted to not fall down, headbutting the figure as it took this chance to start headbutting him back, viciously cracking his bones.
"I STOPPED CARING ABOUT THIS SHIT AGES AGO, I HAVE BEEN LIVING AS A GODDAMN HUSK FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE"
He shouted as he took the headbutts on his upper part of his body, feeling everything slowly starting to collapse down onto him with his body crying out to be let go, everything slowly starting to become dark.
"FUCKING TAKE HIM OUT YOU SLUT."
Those words, directed to the husk were the last words before he was sliced in two before the person that was stuck inside of him was fragmented rather instantly due to a sudden whip.
Yet there was a certain serenity behind it, laying there, on the ground, covered in blood and puke with his mouth corners starting to raise upwards as he laughed to himself.
"i am going to make people sad... i have made people sad by leaving, yet i never regretted it, i was just questioning everything while trying to find my route in life.
Yet here i am, working my way down the chain of command for a single hope of purpose instead of..."
Tears streaming past his face as the lungs that were supporting him were slowly starting to fail as the small body of the crunched up creature started to crawl forwards, grasping a small apple from within before snapping its own mouth open to try and take a chunk out of it.
Wanting to consume it all before letting it sit into its mouth, staring towards the human that had spend its life to try and help her.
Always drowning in darkness there was a certain set of emotions you would never feel but for today, finally being free, the creature made itself forwards to Ayumu, still chewing the apple in its mouth before sharing the contents as his consciousness was already starting to fade.
The connection between the two their mouths lasting for quite a while as they had lost their consciousness together before he mentally was burning apart from the amount of information being forced inside.
Was he dying? was he forced to relive what was happening on other planets? The only thing that Ayumu now-a-days was thinking about was the contents of the promise made at that day before chuckling lightly. "I remember when i took your first kiss Hana~" before a sudden screech was heard and she ran out of the cart in full speed, drop kicking the old sucker in the back with a face of rage. "I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL FIND A WAY TO SEPERATE US AND KILL YOU, I WILL NOT SUFFER FOR MUCH LONGER IN THIS HELLHOLE!"
The small grave that was made to leave behind the past that was found upon this day, Ayumu then called out to the woman in the cart that he was dragging along, cooking happily inside.
"Hey, come out... I won the bet! The grave was not destroyed!"
Was the first reaction that came out of his mouth before then turning back to the grave and feeling the memories slowly washing over himself with a smile.
Letting it all enter him slowly before then realizing he was reliving the memories...
It was when Ayumu was making the same way back to his home, back to the place he called a home in the past with a little smile on his face, having managed to figure out how to make a cart propelled by little muscle energy and slowly dragging it along.
Surviving of meat that he hunted down with a bow, surviving of the herbs that he learned to consume in the wilds.
But not all animals had to die in the wild, simply lifting his hand and patting a small squirrel that had made its way onto his shoulder, Ayumu whistled lightly towards it as the sun was slowly starting to set in the distance.
The feeling of nature itself washing through him like a bath of energy that refused to go down easily.
It was something serene, beautifull and it was unable to be contained by the man that was Ayumu who raised his arms, scaring off the squirrel and let out a happy shout before rushing back down the little mountain to grasp his cart.
Barely manageing to save it.
But the day was cut short by the first few lights of the stars appearing overhead, becoming too dangerous to travel a small fire was set up as he took a notice to the far distances, knowing these forests from the past and letting his mind slowly wander.
His history of running away from his past, his history of accepting everything for what it was... This was a constant pain in his body as he slowly clutched his wife beater, feeling a few droplets of water as he enjoyed the beauty of the stars.
Taking a notice to what colour the stars had and remembering a few theories on how the colour of blue was up there, from the lack of its colour... Space was beautifull.
It was filled with thousands of possibilities and hundreds of unique things that would be just there to be explored.
To be found and filled into a small map that could teach millions of people about the unlimited possibilities, but the memories of him being called out as a dreamer painfull blew through his heart once again.
Sleeping calmly, Ayumu could not realize how much danger he had been in, being woken up by scrapnel blasting into his cart and pushing the entire building lightly aside, his futon starting to become one hell of a mess as the pots inside all fell down their planks.
The ceramic blasting apart from the impact to the ground and some other tools snapping or bending upon hitting other materials inside.
It lasted quite a while, the shaking making a noise through the entire forest as a large red flare was starting to die down from the immense pressure.
Ayumu his eyes were rubbed by his rather large hands to get rid of any remains from the beforehand sleepiness.
Constantly letting a sigh or two escape as he made his way ontop of the unmoveable remains of the stall.
It was not long before the flaring sounds of cop cars made their way to the forest yet the sudden silence that came with it was only terrifying to the man, his mouth gritting the teeth before feeling a small droplet of courage starting to build up within him.
"This is insane."
That was his first few words, having not spoken with anybody in a few days, it felt akward to voice out a sound again, only letting out shouts of happiness or groans of annoyance.
Starting to climb down the stall and making his way towards the mass that was the impact site, his heart beating like a heavy gong, constantly echo'ing through his entire body before collapsing against a tree with sweat running down his back.
"I cannot... What if it is a murderer.. What if the thing wants to kill me and i am just going to become a target."
The fear being personified by the unknown, Not knowing what could be coming towards him his legs trembled in extreme caution before a sudden nudge was given to him.
It was not known what snapped in him, but he felt himself growing more calm upon the thought of the cops that went silent, the chance that he could be a distraction for somebody else to let their families stay alive.
His fingers scraping into the trees before slowly pulling himself up on a branch, his large body frame that was unlike his actual strenght still ranked in the pitifully low numbers due to a natural cause was brought forwards.
The first step being the heaviest one as they slowly gotten lighter and lighter.
His face wrinkled out of fear, terror visible on his face slowly starting to wash away.
Yet as he came close, there was a sudden wash of red into the air as a small cloak of mist surrounded the two vague humanoid shapes that were engaging in combat.
Their fists colliding at speeds that were seemingly impossible for Ayumu himself to notice, but with his heart starting to race there was no way for him to even notice what was going on.
"What the..."
His voice unable to truely word his suprise as his eyes started to widen in fear, a soft droplet of blood striking onto his face and causing him to fall back on his behind.
Letting the air leak between his lips as he was gasping for more, constantly feeling a need to breathe more and more before his hands started to tense up and his stomach turned around.
Vomit plastering the ground a bit away from himself, his entire body convulsing as a small whip slashes past into a tree.
A deliberate strike that was aiming to instantly finish him off to not let his body be a obstruct to the two that were fighting in the air with their bodies flying at each other rapidly.
There was no flight, no special effects, this is just rapid strikes of people colliding their fists into each other as they had their empty sockets filled with a strange fire.
The body of a seemingly unnatural creature that stood before himself was slamming into another.
Constantly fighting and striking at each other as Ayumu kept himself lifted up, refusing to go down yet, akwardly getting himself straightened upwards.
Refusing to fall down, Refusing to let himself be hurt so badly again by running away, his first few steps made his way forwards.
"What is going on?!"
He shouted, the air blasting out of his lungs as the more femine humanoid compared to the masculine one was looking over for a split second before a fracturing sound of wood was heard, its entire left limb vanishing into crumbs as they slammed into the wall of dead bodies behind her along with the trees.
A screech of a unnatural voice blasting outwards before a blue liquid slammed down onto the ground in large clumps before being kicked over by the other figure who cackled happily.
Making a game out of the damaged creature trying to put up a fight without having any strenght left, the corners of its mouth starting to raise.
"Really...!?"
Feeling mortified upon his involvement causing harm once again before starting to throw himself forwards, running across the torn apart ground, feeling the squish of flesh and guts underneath his feet as he started to smile, almost unnaturally.
His face slowly burning with passion as he raised his fist with a loud screeching noise of a attempt of a battlecry with his wheezing breath, his fear taking his stamina away as he slowly made himself come closer and closer before feeling a sudden hole opened up in his torso.
'is this it?'
Was the first thought that came to himself, calmly stopping this burning passion before feeling something else flare up in himself, it was dull and painfull but at the same time there was a emotion burning much brighter than that in his heart.
"Hey... Fuck face."
He spoke, lifting up his arms and grasping the arm that was stuck inside of him, tensing his torso muscles through years of practice the strenght was little but his body was still a weight holding this man down before coughing blood onto his arm along with vomit, feeling spikes slowly extend from it before starting to rapidly poke around trying to get him to let go.
It spoke in a unknown tongue, it cut into his ears as he gritted his teeth and wanted to not fall down, headbutting the figure as it took this chance to start headbutting him back, viciously cracking his bones.
"I STOPPED CARING ABOUT THIS SHIT AGES AGO, I HAVE BEEN LIVING AS A GODDAMN HUSK FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE"
He shouted as he took the headbutts on his upper part of his body, feeling everything slowly starting to collapse down onto him with his body crying out to be let go, everything slowly starting to become dark.
"FUCKING TAKE HIM OUT YOU SLUT."
Those words, directed to the husk were the last words before he was sliced in two before the person that was stuck inside of him was fragmented rather instantly due to a sudden whip.
Yet there was a certain serenity behind it, laying there, on the ground, covered in blood and puke with his mouth corners starting to raise upwards as he laughed to himself.
"i am going to make people sad... i have made people sad by leaving, yet i never regretted it, i was just questioning everything while trying to find my route in life.
Yet here i am, working my way down the chain of command for a single hope of purpose instead of..."
Tears streaming past his face as the lungs that were supporting him were slowly starting to fail as the small body of the crunched up creature started to crawl forwards, grasping a small apple from within before snapping its own mouth open to try and take a chunk out of it.
Wanting to consume it all before letting it sit into its mouth, staring towards the human that had spend its life to try and help her.
Always drowning in darkness there was a certain set of emotions you would never feel but for today, finally being free, the creature made itself forwards to Ayumu, still chewing the apple in its mouth before sharing the contents as his consciousness was already starting to fade.
The connection between the two their mouths lasting for quite a while as they had lost their consciousness together before he mentally was burning apart from the amount of information being forced inside.
Was he dying? was he forced to relive what was happening on other planets? The only thing that Ayumu now-a-days was thinking about was the contents of the promise made at that day before chuckling lightly. "I remember when i took your first kiss Hana~" before a sudden screech was heard and she ran out of the cart in full speed, drop kicking the old sucker in the back with a face of rage. "I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL FIND A WAY TO SEPERATE US AND KILL YOU, I WILL NOT SUFFER FOR MUCH LONGER IN THIS HELLHOLE!"
Woah. This is a doozy. Still, we can use the magic number and see if things correlate. 1996 divided by 26.83333 is 74. That is 126 PL less than what Ayumu actually is. Ayumu's magic number must have been 7.984, which is oddly similar to Rex's 7.27272. Strange.
On to the first of the brothers: Hans. Hans' character Kat has a nice little solo. In fact, Hans even posted on the sheet "Short and sweet. I don't care." It has 208 words, 962 characters, and 1168 characters (w/ spaces). So, looking back at Nos who only wrote 10 less words, we can imagine Kat is not much stronger than the vampire, right?
"Let's get going already fuzz ball" the adorable voice of the small, lithe girl echoed through the small collection of trees. The thick jungles sat silent while the tiny polecat came trotting towards Kat. She lifted the long creature up onto her neck, the little lightning weasel squeaking along while wrapping like a scarf. "Don't nibble me you little midget. I can eat you whenever you want and you don't get a choice".
The high rise of green leaves gave a beautiful glow of sunlight down on the two was the trudged along through the dirt road, a tiny bolt or two of the blue glimmer stuck the ground, leaving a tiny smoldering burn. The small tingle of energetic feelings blossomed inside her soul while she began to rush further down the trail, skipping slightly.
The compression change as the slope rose slightly messed with her ears, tickling her mind and causing a small sense of nausea blooming within her head. She was not going to have a fun day today... not in this adventure it seemed. The growing pain in her skull thickened and thickened.
"Ugh... why did I decide to leave during the summer" And like that, she was on her way, finally out in the great open.
The high rise of green leaves gave a beautiful glow of sunlight down on the two was the trudged along through the dirt road, a tiny bolt or two of the blue glimmer stuck the ground, leaving a tiny smoldering burn. The small tingle of energetic feelings blossomed inside her soul while she began to rush further down the trail, skipping slightly.
The compression change as the slope rose slightly messed with her ears, tickling her mind and causing a small sense of nausea blooming within her head. She was not going to have a fun day today... not in this adventure it seemed. The growing pain in her skull thickened and thickened.
"Ugh... why did I decide to leave during the summer" And like that, she was on her way, finally out in the great open.
Magic number at the ready! 208 divided by 26.83333 is 8, which is boosted up to 33. That is 12 less than Kat's actual PL. Okay, what is the real magic number at play here? 4.62222. Now hold on just a second. Something is going on here. But, whatever, let's move onto my final character here.
Namorel. Goor's character who seems like he is supposed to be the site villain. I can respect that. The site villain, the 'Demon' King, this 'badass character that everybody seems to fear' does not have the solo one would expect. 272 words (372 less than Nexon), 1222 characters, and 1494 characters (w/ spaces).
Smoke rose from the mountains in the Eastern part of the planet. A village had been run asunder by an unknown demonic force, fires purging the life from the innocent people. A heavy atmosphere hung around, only giving a much more sinister appearance to the monstrosity that rose over the people, standing meters above them with a horrifying grin on his face, fangs baring and cackling maddeningly as he listened to the screams of the people below. He seemed to be enjoying it far too much, and yet for an entity of so much evil it was mere paltry attitude for the 'Demon king'. This was the first step towards his end goal, to test his might at the hands of these insolent humans. From the smoke however a man came to the feet of the gigantic green menace, he seemed to be prepared to face off against the 'Demon King.
Namorel, the Demon King of Earth shrank back down to his normal size, looking into the eyes of the man; possibly in his twenties, a human martial artist it seemed to be. Namorel laughed, testing the man with his cocky bravado. The man took a punch, his fist stopping at the brick wall that was the Demon King's skin.
"Pathetic human, you are only the first of many who will fall to my hands."
His voice booming as he flicked the human aside. The demonic namekian truly believed that none could stand in his way. With the people and buildings burning around him he could only continue to chuckle. His soul burning with passion and intent, who could possibly be next on his list?
Namorel, the Demon King of Earth shrank back down to his normal size, looking into the eyes of the man; possibly in his twenties, a human martial artist it seemed to be. Namorel laughed, testing the man with his cocky bravado. The man took a punch, his fist stopping at the brick wall that was the Demon King's skin.
"Pathetic human, you are only the first of many who will fall to my hands."
His voice booming as he flicked the human aside. The demonic namekian truly believed that none could stand in his way. With the people and buildings burning around him he could only continue to chuckle. His soul burning with passion and intent, who could possibly be next on his list?
Now it's time for the moment we've all been waiting for. 272 divided by 26.83333 is 10 which gets boosted to a whopping 35. I'm sorry. What? Hold on, what does that make Namorel's actual magic number? Well, after some quick math, 2.89362. I think all I've needed to say has been said.
Also, a thing to note, none of this has to do with Character Race. While the multiplier may be different for each race, characters such as Nexon, Reikiro, and Kat are all humans. There is no excuse.
This is why I think there is some serious bias going on.
Thank you for taking the time to read this (and for the staff: respond). I'd like to give a special thanks to my friend Bullet for doing some of the math for me (even though I could have done it myself) and for bringing this to my attention.