[OOC] Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

[ML]

Girlfriend dragging me out to party tonight for some reason

dont think i can post tonight but ill aim for one by the weekend

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Mercenary Lord Don't worry, go an enjoy your love life ^^

[Todd Howard]

@Mercenary Lord

Ye, do your thing.

Not really worried about quick replies as I sometimes can't reply daily anyhow.

[Syben]

Ash

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| NAME |

Ashley "Ash" Keller

| DEPARTMENT |

Hunting and Sporting Goods

| AGE |

Twenty-Seven

| TRAITS |
• "The arrow flies—"

The first, of many, important lessons for a young Rover is how to use the bow. Since Ash was of age she's been practicing almost religiously. At this point in her life, she's among the top archers, though she's not nearly considered one of the best, and without her bow she loses a lot of her primary usefulness.

• "to silence breath—"

As expected, within the trade of being a good archer is also being apt at stealth and patience. Among the Roving Clans, a battle can be decided in the space of a few seconds and a handful of well placed arrows. This means catching your enemy off guard, unaware, and having the best position and vantage point. This also means knowing when to stalk quietly, and when to remain still. Her clan called this teaching "Shadow Walking".

• "to swiftly move—"

Perhaps the most important lesson, second only to the bow itself: How to move. To the Roving Clans, moving doesn't mean walking from point A, to point B. Moving means traversing; running, jumping, climbing. Gaining the best vantage point means nothing if you can't reach it. Equipped with gear for the more difficult climbs, and paired with high stamina, there are few places Ash considers unreachable.

• "the raven comes-"

Much like a Raven has talons, so too does Ash. She carries a pair of hunting knifes, which have their own story: One that has been told to her many times, one she will will add her own story to before passing the knives on. Knife fighting, however, is quite a secondary attribute and is considered a worst case scenario set of skills. A good archer, or so it's taught, should never put themselves in a position to need to resort to their knives. The skill is taught, and Ash is good with them, but she's resigned herself to the fact that she'll never be like one of the legends told to her as a child.

• "wise in death."

The last of Ash's skills is something that it both taught, and not. Being wise is something a person is, especially with time. She's got a decent brain attuned to her craft. She's got a strategic mindset, especially for positioning and rigging a fight in her favor. Being crafty is something that can be taught. Ash knows how to craft, and set a good many traps. She's also pretty handy at creating them on the fly.

| EQUIPMENT |

•Dark Fatigues - An ensemble common among Clan Black, or garb that is similar.

•Skull Mask and Balaclava - Accessories among the Clan are head-wraps or coverings, and masks or other face gear. This particular item came from a raid in a Holiday Department.

•Silbador - For obvious reasons, Ash's path is that of the archer, and this is the name of her recurve bow. It translates into "Whistler"

•Black Backpack - An essential item that holds within a lot of her miscellaneous stuff and survival items; climbing gear, camping equipment, some rough navigation devices, and some small tools to assist in crafting, mending, and trap setting. Also holds a very basic set of medical supplies; meaning some wraps, band-aids, and some antibacterial ointment that hopefully hasn't expired. It also contains a duffel bag folded up within, for loot and treasure.

•Abonar & Cosechar - Her two knives, handed down to her from her mentor. The names mean "To Cull" and "To Reap", respectively.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Within the realm of the Hunting and Sporting Goods department exist various roaming clans, the primary and most notable of these are the established, and traditional clans; Green Clan, Orange Clan, and the newer Red Clan. Typically, unless attempting to trick or beguile others, these clans wear their respective colors to symbolize their patriotism and loyalty. There are many lesser, minor clans with much less prestige.

Ash hails from Green Clan, who are not so dissimilar from Orange Clan, but a bitter rivalry exists between them that has escalated in a sort of cold war. However, they do differ in their traditions and rituals, and those reasons are likely why the two clans will never really see eye-to-eye. The clans as a whole are commonly referred to as the Roving Clans, as they never really settle.

Being set in the Hunting and Sporting goods department, there exists ample means for the clans to stay on the move. Venturing out of their department to loot, raid, or scavenge other areas of interest, and return again. Even those who are left behind, the civil service folk, the children, and the elderly move on to a new location every so often. To do otherwise would to invite chaos and devastation from the other clans.

Ash spent much of her life learning the traditions of her people; Use of the bow, shadow walking, and the art of movement. Training in these traditional lessons comes at a young age, but only when she's able to draw the children's bow fully without aid. Once a child manages that, they may begin their ascension into adulthood. Which sounds high and mighty, but really it's a lot of learning, reciting, and practicing.

Ever the eager youngster, Ash took part in her first raid when she was sixteen, though she was paired with a mentor who kept her relatively safe. For the first year she was only to watch, to learn, and to visualize. Alec Thurgood, her mentor, taught her all that he could in the time that they were together—A span of five years. Eventually, he was the one to deem her fit for Rangerhood, and sanctioned the ceremony that would conclude the completion of her training. He was also the one to pass down her blades, Abonar & Cosechar, and tell her the story behind them as his mentor did, and the mentor before him, and so forth.

At the ripe age of Twenty-One, she was allowed to perform the duties she'd spent most of her life learning and anticipating. She was a fully-fledged ranger, and she was good at what she did. As her mentors told her, "One never truly experiences all things, nor do they ever master skills, nor do they know all—Life is a lesson in itself, one that is ever teaching and passing along wisdom in all forms. If you learn something in a day, then it has been a good day indeed."

Unfortunately for Ash, life also teaches lessons in cruelty and misfortune. Whether it be through happenstance, carelessness, or just plain back luck: The bloodthirsty Red Clan set upon Ash's clansmen whilst a majority of the rangers were out on a large raid they had been planning when Ash was twenty-five. Ash has yet to truly learn how it came about, though most speculate that Red Clan figured out Green Clan's signs. Travel signs are subtle markings so that those who are out raiding can find the others once more. When the raiding Rangers finally arrived to their newly settled home, there was nothing let but smoke and ruin.

A deep wound was left on Ash's heart, so too on many of her kinsmen. Some took their own lives and offered their souls to the gods. Others came down with "The Longing": A sense of purposelessness, a state of searching but never knowing what you're looking for, a heartbreak so deep a person may never get over it. Ash took the last route, as did many others—Joining Clan Black.

The final of the major known clans, Clan Black is many things and accepts most everyone. Those who have lost their clan; the exiles, degenerates, or unfortunate. Those who are mourning and have vowed vengeance for wrongdoings. Clan Black encompasses many, or none at all. Some wander together as brothers in arms, others trudge on alone though each member finds solace and acceptance within each other—They are all family. For some, that's the only family they have left.

Some members of Clan Black become things of legend, boogeymen to scare misbehaved children, legends of sorrow or misery, or mythical specters of death. Ash doesn't aspire to become something fabled, or feared. She mourns, and has sworn vengeance upon Red Clan, and any others that may have betrayed her. However, to gain the information she needs, she must have time. To challenge the raid captain that led the attack that took away her life, her friends, and her family she needs prestige. Red Clan do not accept duels with those who have garnered no honor, and to take them all on would be foolhardy. Fortunately, Ash is no fool.

Much like a spirit can't pass into the next life without settling affairs in this world, so to will Ash wear black until her vow is complete. Even if she completes her task, and removes the black, there may come a time when she must don it again should unfinished business come to light.

"As is the night eternal, so is the black."

[ML]

That was a WILD night my dudes

You know, for an RP about something as ridiculous as this setting, there sure are a lot of serious business characters in it

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Aeonumbra Seems good; curious as to what the language her weapons are in though. Just to confirm since I'm reading this less than an hour I woke up, she's a Bargain Hunter for the fame and prestige of it?

@Mercenary Lord Magic of RPing mate :p

[Todd Howard]

@Mercenary Lord

To them, this world is serious. It's impossible to truly do, but at least try to think in their shoes; This shit is pretty hardcore when you look at it. ._.

Also I'm not going to be able to do much until the late afternoon at the earliest. Got stuff to do. >_>

(For reference it's like 8 A.M here right now...)

[Paradoxial]

Sorry in advance if this isn't good, I'm fairly new to roleplay.

| NAME |

Leroy Omerson

| DEPARTMENT |

Pharmaceuticals, currently loner

| AGE |

31

| TRAITS | -

• Absent Minded - because his mind is completely filled with thoughts of his quest, he frequently forgets to eat, sleep and drink unless reminded or becoming almost too weak to continue. Instead of doing these things he relentlessly pushes onward, causing his body to become hardened and have great stamina.
• Single minded - after the nightmares and dreams entered his life, he quickly lost all other goals and values except for making the potion. He finds anything that doesn't continue his quest to be a waste of time and energy.
• Antisocial - due to spending most of his life alone as a scavenger, he has become extremely antisocial and vicious, and has no qualms about violence or death. He is also very mistrusting and sees people as rarely more than an ends to a mean.
• Medically Trained - despite it being a decade since he left the confines of the infirmary, Leroy has still managed to keep the knowledge of medicine and herbs in his shattered mind. He can use common chemicals and materials to craft basic bandages and medicines. Also because of his need to craft his potion, he has become proficient at brewing liquid and drafts.

| EQUIPMENT | -

• Poisoned Hunting Knife and Shivs - a gift from his parents, he keeps the long hunting blade constantly wet with a homemade venom. He also has a couple of rough shivs that he uses if he needs range.
• "Holy Journal" - small leather bound journal where he keeps all of his notes about herbs, medicine and potion. Also has his recipe for making the bombs.
• Potion of Infite Power - this potion is the culmination of years of work. Leroy believes that upon finishing this potion, he will become the most powerful person in the entire store. He will become a god. As of now, the potion is just a finely polished glass bottle, filled with a dark green liquid of unknown origin. The bottle is corked and is strung around his neck. It is very far from completion.
• heavy leather coat - a durable, heavy leather coat that covers most of his upper body. It is good protection against melee attacks but won't come close to stoppingq bullet or a sharp blade.
• Crow Mask - as one of the last efforts to ward off the nightmares, Leroy fashioned a wooden/ metal crow mask, which he keeps constantly stuffed with herbs and spices in the beak. Unfortunately like all his other attempts, this to failed.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Leroy cant remember a time where the dreams and voices haven't plagued him day and night. He can't remember his childhood in the pharmacy, raised by loving parents and mastering chemical science. All he remembers is the voice that appeared in head one night. "You are made for more than this" it whispered to him. " you are made to make the potion. The potion will give you infinite power, strong enough to take on anyone." It continued whispering to him throughout the night, and to his horror it continued the next day. His friends noticed him becoming less friendly, spending days upon days in his laboratory without food or water. He was seen stumbling through the grounds of the pharmacy, muttering to himself with dark rings under his eyes. The next night something finally cracked within Leroy. He crawled around the house, stealing whatever could fit into his backpack, before escaping from the pharmacy and never looking back. Now Leroy relentlessly wanders across the land, ever in search of the ingredients to make his potion and become a god.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Paradoxial I don't see why Leroy would be "Feral", crazed maybe but its not like he was born in the wild with no one to raise him. It seems much more logical by your Bio that he simply became obsessive of his work to the point of display some anti-social behaviors but I find calling him "Feral" is a bit too much of a stretch.

As for your equipment, I have an issue with the bombs and the gas mask. What goes into the bombs? How does he get the containers? Overall I'm not convinced he would be able to constantly obtain the parts and things; I would recommend that he uses a poisoned blowpipe or some form of poisoned blade (Skaven Weeping Blades from Warhammer Fantasy come to mind), I say that would make more sense than use of bombs. I'm also curious as to where he would get a functioning gas mask from the old world. The leather coat I can see where it would come from, but a gas mask? My suggestion is that Leory has a Plague Doctor bird mask filled with his own herbs that sort of act like a gas mask instead, I feel like that really fits his character.

Second thought, I think that a Plague Doctor/Alchemist/Potioneer/Poisoner theme works perfectly for him but that's just my opinion.

@MonsieurShade Saw this and I immediately thought of Jak for some reason

My Hider

[ML]

@Mercenary Lord

To them, this world is serious. It's impossible to truly do, but at least try to think in their shoes; This shit is pretty hardcore when you look at it. ._.

Also I'm not going to be able to do much until the late afternoon at the earliest. Got stuff to do. >_>

(For reference it's like 8 A.M here right now...)

@Raddum

Nah dude I mean like with all the crazy options we have like meat Vikings or cereal samurai or tronboyz, a lot of these characters are like closer to Classic rpg character classes

[MonsieurShade]

@ClocktowerEchos "I don't have a problem! You have a problem!" Jak-jak shouts moments before collapsing from the fumes. After waking up he manages to croak out "Fuck off, this proves nothing."
Expect this to happen at some point. Boy's got some issues.
@Mercenary Lord what can I say? I've got a soft spot for ranger and barbarian type classes even in goofier settings. Just give it a bit of time, I'm sure we'll break through to hilarity.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Mercenary LordPeople like familiarity, especially since the lore we're working off of is shakey, completely unique and otherwise a bit nebulous so people are playing it safe.

Think of it as an opproptunity to make your own meat viking/breakfast chinese warrior/technophile!

[ML]

I want to multi class my rogue into a technorogue

Speaking of lore, if we have technology that can reverse aging and regrow limbs, what other kinds of technology with this weird future Walmart have? Hover boards? Railguns? Self driving golf carts?

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Mercenary LordHonestly I would have to be given specific examples to give judgement; I can't really blanket it.

[Syben]

@ClocktowerEchos The language is Spanish.

[Paradoxial]

@Paradoxial I don't see why Leroy would be "Feral", crazed maybe but its not like he was born in the wild with no one to raise him. It seems much more logical by your Bio that he simply became obsessive of his work to the point of display some anti-social behaviors but I find calling him "Feral" is a bit too much of a stretch.

As for your equipment, I have an issue with the bombs and the gas mask. What goes into the bombs? How does he get the containers? Overall I'm not convinced he would be able to constantly obtain the parts and things; I would recommend that he uses a poisoned blowpipe or some form of poisoned blade (Skaven Weeping Blades from Warhammer Fantasy come to mind), I say that would make more sense than use of bombs. I'm also curious as to where he would get a functioning gas mask from the old world. The leather coat I can see where it would come from, but a gas mask? My suggestion is that Leory has a Plague Doctor bird mask filled with his own herbs that sort of act like a gas mask instead, I feel like that really fits his character.

Second thought, I think that a Plague Doctor/Alchemist/Potioneer/Poisoner theme works perfectly for him but that's just my opinion.

@MonsieurShade Saw this and I immediately thought of Jak for some reason

My Hider

@ClocktowerEchos

I actually was going for a plague doctor esque thing, but I can see your points. I changed some things around see if it's good.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Mercenary Lord Found this and was reminded of your Knight of Nye/Nyght idea:



Sounds like fanaticism

[Todd Howard]

@ClocktowerEchos

I expect to eventually just start randomly hearing the distant shouts...

_{BILL, BILL, BILL, BILL, BILL, BILL!}

[Syben]

I'd like to implemented some homebrew lore: The Hunting and Sporting Goods department is a dangerous land full of bloodthirsty carnivores.

As a sub-idea, it would be cool if it was overgrown with flora, perhaps due in part because apocalypse and maybe the Garden Department is next door, so the plant life has spilled over and basically over run the Hunting and Sporting Goods department.

If permitted I'll write an actual piece on it and submit it to our benevolent overlord to check and add to the lore. (Probably after I write my IC post).

[ML]

i think the sporting goods section is "canonically", and I say that loosely, kind of a barren place