how bouy now?
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Still can't. What you're giving me feels like something that should be in Free, I'll have to be very frank and blunt. If you're just starting out RPing, or writing for that matter, this is probably not the RP for you.
I don't mean this to insult you. You seem like a nice guy thus far, and you also seem to have some potential as well. But sadly, I'm the GM here, and I have to adhere to the standards of Casual, as well as make sure that this RP isn't driven into the ground. I simply can't accept every single person that comes here, no matter how much I like them.
Don't take it personally. You've still given me a good impression, and you seem to have a nice goofy sense of humor too. But ultimately, just because we take interest in an RP doesn't mean that we'll be the perfect fit for it. Beyond showing interest, it's about getting to know the GMs and roleplayers, and if you are absolutely sure that everything's going to fit into place. It's not easy, but it's better to be in one single RP that you are enjoying the everloving crap out of rather than joining 3 dozen RPs that you're struggling to juggle around.
I don't mean this to insult you. You seem like a nice guy thus far, and you also seem to have some potential as well. But sadly, I'm the GM here, and I have to adhere to the standards of Casual, as well as make sure that this RP isn't driven into the ground. I simply can't accept every single person that comes here, no matter how much I like them.
Don't take it personally. You've still given me a good impression, and you seem to have a nice goofy sense of humor too. But ultimately, just because we take interest in an RP doesn't mean that we'll be the perfect fit for it. Beyond showing interest, it's about getting to know the GMs and roleplayers, and if you are absolutely sure that everything's going to fit into place. It's not easy, but it's better to be in one single RP that you are enjoying the everloving crap out of rather than joining 3 dozen RPs that you're struggling to juggle around.
Okay man. Take me off the board, but Keep in touch man. PEACE!
Cartwright
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One thing I could throw into the bin if you're looking about the RP: look at other CSs and try to make yours the same length they are... One thing I am noticing in the CS is a lack of detail.
If you are interested in taking them and will down the road take another shot here here's what I can give:
Why not explain his training? What did he learn?
What was his first encounter like when he returned to the society he once knew?
Why is he trying to find answers?
Ya know.. Some easy stuff that sounds crappy when separated and brief, but when you put them together: bam you made a bio for Zeal.
Look at the other two CSs for reference!
If you are interested in taking them and will down the road take another shot here here's what I can give:
Why not explain his training? What did he learn?
What was his first encounter like when he returned to the society he once knew?
Why is he trying to find answers?
Ya know.. Some easy stuff that sounds crappy when separated and brief, but when you put them together: bam you made a bio for Zeal.
Look at the other two CSs for reference!
GM
Peace dude. Hope you find more worthwhile RPs out there on this crazy site.
piercetyler1994 The Salt
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Name: “My name is Tyler Skye Pierce"
Age: “I was born at UC Irvine Birthing Center, California by Dr. Nishijima at 6:42 P.M. on Wednesday, April 13th, the year of Our Lord, 1994."
Race: “I... I was human... but not anymore. I'm what you would commonly call an Anthro. Technically, I'm not... I'm just a devolution, something that life itself corrected to make man better. (He's a humanoid chimpanzee.)"
Origin: “Well, I was raised in Huntington Beach, California but lived all over Southern California; Long Beach, Costa Mesa, Anaheim, all over."
Occupation: “What I DID was work as a Water Purification Tech in the US Marines. Any kind of water systems meant to purify water for drinking or washing, along with the related equipment, I can operate, maintain, or repair."
Religion: “While it's safe to say that I'm not devoutly religious, I was brought up to believe in Roman Catholicism. As for my outlook on other religions, as long as someone else doesn't try force there beliefs on me, I'm fine with other beliefs, be it Allah, Buddha, or some other deity. If you do force your beliefs upon me, they WILL go ignored."
Skills: “Like I said before, I know how to operate, maintain, and repair water purification systems, as well showering and laundry facilities; a rather silly skill set, but skills nonetheless. In terms of basic USMC skills, I know how to EFFECTIVELY shoot a rifle (specifically the M16-A4), how to not be deterred by obstacles in my path, how to fight back with my fists (I'd still probably get my ass kicked), and how to hike with your life on your back, even if 'your life' weighs 40-50 pounds."
Appearance: “Well, I mean what do you want me to say? I'm an upright walking, talking chimp... duh. Now, the details, those will be shared. 5'9", 202 pounds, black hair... or fur, dark brown eyes. Not many human features remain except the general 'pointy' shape of my head, high cheekbones, and semi-square jaw line. I still have my tattoo from when I was human; a archaic Chinese kanji '耐', for 'fortitude/resistance' on my right forearm. As for this [motions at clothes], this is my Desert MARPAT Camouflage Pattern Utility Uniform, commonly referred to as 'cammies'; it consists of a patterned blouse, a woodland green undershirt, patterned trousers and a MCMAP belt. In spite of my new foot shape, I can still wear my issued boots; still a little uncomfortable, though. Not that it means much anymore, but I still wear my rank of Lance Corporal on my collar. Gotta have some sentimental value, right?"
Relationships: “Well, I haven't been home in a hella-fortnight, so I'm not sure if these relationships are still valid. My mother's name is Desiree Guerrero, an self-made artist and my stepfather's name is Scott Storm, a journeyman electrician. I get the “Pierce" surname from my great-grandfather, Roy Earl Pierce (deceased), a WWII veteran. I've two very younger brothers; Lucas Scott Storm, born 2008 and Logan Cash Storm, born 2011. My ex girlfriend, Macy, lives in Huntington Beach; still having a hard time with that. I don't know what has happened to SoCal (Southern California); they could be dead for all I know."
Personality: “A lot of the time, when people describe me, they say that 'I was born in the wrong decade'. I care about art and music of different times and cultures that other people in my generation of thinking couldn't show a care in the world about. I like the arts, science, literature, everything else that makes humans human. Now, that's not to say that I'm a nerd that wants to do nothing, but study for the rest of my life. I have a spirit of adventure that must be satisfied. Why else would I have joined one the most loved and hated organizations in the world? I am, however, not without my faults. I know for a fact that I am a sufferer of Manic Depression syndrome, commonly referred to as Bipolar Disorder. My moods can very quickly and significantly; one moment, it's all sunshine and rainbows and, the next, I start talking about how 'society is wrong' and 'God is dead'. I'm beginning to even question whether or not I suffer from chronic anxiety disorder (panic spells); whenever I have a particularly bad mood swing, I'm ready to die inside or, at least, blackout. Thankfully, those moments are few and far in between."
History: “For starters, I was born and raised in and all around Southern California in the good, old US of A. My mother had me at a very young age, when she was 16, maybe 17. I've never known or met my real father. I still feel a little bit personally responsible for her hard knocks all those years ago. I was both a burden on her finances, her education, and, therefore, her dreams. This lead to a not so well-to-do upbringing. I've had several stepfathers as a child, long before Scott ever came into the picture. Each one of them was just as bad as the last. I didn't really like them, mom didn't really like them, and I'm certain that beyond a reasonable doubt that they didn't like us either. My lifestyle during that time was something of an urban nomad; constantly moving and never really staying in one place for very long. Before hitting junior high, I had been to 8 different schools. Once I hit junior high, it started to finally slow down; I went to 3 different schools. Right around that time was when mom met Scott for the first time. That's when moving came to a standstill and it was awesome. Mom made it a point that, if we did move, it wouldn't be out of town. Then, we all found a place together and life was good. Now, two new little ones came into my family; two brothers. While not an immediate problem as I was still in high school, but this change the game quite a bit. In case you need a reminder, human, especially children, are very expensive. So, I came upon the idea that I wouldn't have my parents pay for my way into college, but I couldn't think of anything to help me come up with the money to do so. So, I figured, why not go into the service? Seemed like a decent idea. I enlisted in the Marines, left for boot camp in 2012, graduated same year and, after boot leave, got transferred to Camp Lejeune. From there was when I got deployed to Afghanistan. I got stationed at Camp Leatherneck, our main FOB in Afghanistan. I was there when The Change happened. Being a man who didn't go to church every mincing Sunday, I was not devoutly religious. However, the things not just me, but everyone else saw that day... it tends to change your outlook a little bit. Certainly changed mine, figuratively AND literally. The Change didn't effect everyone, at least not visibly. All that was said was basically if you didn't LOOK human, then you WEREN'T human. But, in my eyes, humanity is a idea, not an appearance choice. They didn't listen to what we had to say about it. This is the 21st century and they treated us like lepers. So, with that I took off with my weapon, most of my gear and the rest is history..."
Equipment: “Kinda low on equipment at the moment. I got my M4 Carbine Service Rifle (I named her Macy); 53 rounds of 5.56-ers left; 4 magazines, two of 'em empty; a shemagh for the sunlight and sandstorms; ESS issued sunglasses with RX inserts; regular RX Ray Ban eyeglasses, like Buddy Holly; a scratched Kevlar helmet; a MOLLE plate carrier... with no SAPI plates; 4 MRE's; a KA-BAR knife; a Coyote Desert fleece jacket; compact sleeping system; and 2 canteens... or, rather, 1 and a 1/2 canteens worth of water."
Goals: “To be thoroughly honest, I don't know. Maybe I'm still running from those bigots at Camp Leatherneck and I needed a ten day walk between me and them. Maybe in my journey across Afghanistan, I was secretly hoping to find a cure for what ails me... or maybe I was just wandering aimlessly across the Afghan desert. I don't even know anymore. Maybe in my journey, I'll find out."
Age: “I was born at UC Irvine Birthing Center, California by Dr. Nishijima at 6:42 P.M. on Wednesday, April 13th, the year of Our Lord, 1994."
Race: “I... I was human... but not anymore. I'm what you would commonly call an Anthro. Technically, I'm not... I'm just a devolution, something that life itself corrected to make man better. (He's a humanoid chimpanzee.)"
Origin: “Well, I was raised in Huntington Beach, California but lived all over Southern California; Long Beach, Costa Mesa, Anaheim, all over."
Occupation: “What I DID was work as a Water Purification Tech in the US Marines. Any kind of water systems meant to purify water for drinking or washing, along with the related equipment, I can operate, maintain, or repair."
Religion: “While it's safe to say that I'm not devoutly religious, I was brought up to believe in Roman Catholicism. As for my outlook on other religions, as long as someone else doesn't try force there beliefs on me, I'm fine with other beliefs, be it Allah, Buddha, or some other deity. If you do force your beliefs upon me, they WILL go ignored."
Skills: “Like I said before, I know how to operate, maintain, and repair water purification systems, as well showering and laundry facilities; a rather silly skill set, but skills nonetheless. In terms of basic USMC skills, I know how to EFFECTIVELY shoot a rifle (specifically the M16-A4), how to not be deterred by obstacles in my path, how to fight back with my fists (I'd still probably get my ass kicked), and how to hike with your life on your back, even if 'your life' weighs 40-50 pounds."
Appearance: “Well, I mean what do you want me to say? I'm an upright walking, talking chimp... duh. Now, the details, those will be shared. 5'9", 202 pounds, black hair... or fur, dark brown eyes. Not many human features remain except the general 'pointy' shape of my head, high cheekbones, and semi-square jaw line. I still have my tattoo from when I was human; a archaic Chinese kanji '耐', for 'fortitude/resistance' on my right forearm. As for this [motions at clothes], this is my Desert MARPAT Camouflage Pattern Utility Uniform, commonly referred to as 'cammies'; it consists of a patterned blouse, a woodland green undershirt, patterned trousers and a MCMAP belt. In spite of my new foot shape, I can still wear my issued boots; still a little uncomfortable, though. Not that it means much anymore, but I still wear my rank of Lance Corporal on my collar. Gotta have some sentimental value, right?"
Relationships: “Well, I haven't been home in a hella-fortnight, so I'm not sure if these relationships are still valid. My mother's name is Desiree Guerrero, an self-made artist and my stepfather's name is Scott Storm, a journeyman electrician. I get the “Pierce" surname from my great-grandfather, Roy Earl Pierce (deceased), a WWII veteran. I've two very younger brothers; Lucas Scott Storm, born 2008 and Logan Cash Storm, born 2011. My ex girlfriend, Macy, lives in Huntington Beach; still having a hard time with that. I don't know what has happened to SoCal (Southern California); they could be dead for all I know."
Personality: “A lot of the time, when people describe me, they say that 'I was born in the wrong decade'. I care about art and music of different times and cultures that other people in my generation of thinking couldn't show a care in the world about. I like the arts, science, literature, everything else that makes humans human. Now, that's not to say that I'm a nerd that wants to do nothing, but study for the rest of my life. I have a spirit of adventure that must be satisfied. Why else would I have joined one the most loved and hated organizations in the world? I am, however, not without my faults. I know for a fact that I am a sufferer of Manic Depression syndrome, commonly referred to as Bipolar Disorder. My moods can very quickly and significantly; one moment, it's all sunshine and rainbows and, the next, I start talking about how 'society is wrong' and 'God is dead'. I'm beginning to even question whether or not I suffer from chronic anxiety disorder (panic spells); whenever I have a particularly bad mood swing, I'm ready to die inside or, at least, blackout. Thankfully, those moments are few and far in between."
History: “For starters, I was born and raised in and all around Southern California in the good, old US of A. My mother had me at a very young age, when she was 16, maybe 17. I've never known or met my real father. I still feel a little bit personally responsible for her hard knocks all those years ago. I was both a burden on her finances, her education, and, therefore, her dreams. This lead to a not so well-to-do upbringing. I've had several stepfathers as a child, long before Scott ever came into the picture. Each one of them was just as bad as the last. I didn't really like them, mom didn't really like them, and I'm certain that beyond a reasonable doubt that they didn't like us either. My lifestyle during that time was something of an urban nomad; constantly moving and never really staying in one place for very long. Before hitting junior high, I had been to 8 different schools. Once I hit junior high, it started to finally slow down; I went to 3 different schools. Right around that time was when mom met Scott for the first time. That's when moving came to a standstill and it was awesome. Mom made it a point that, if we did move, it wouldn't be out of town. Then, we all found a place together and life was good. Now, two new little ones came into my family; two brothers. While not an immediate problem as I was still in high school, but this change the game quite a bit. In case you need a reminder, human, especially children, are very expensive. So, I came upon the idea that I wouldn't have my parents pay for my way into college, but I couldn't think of anything to help me come up with the money to do so. So, I figured, why not go into the service? Seemed like a decent idea. I enlisted in the Marines, left for boot camp in 2012, graduated same year and, after boot leave, got transferred to Camp Lejeune. From there was when I got deployed to Afghanistan. I got stationed at Camp Leatherneck, our main FOB in Afghanistan. I was there when The Change happened. Being a man who didn't go to church every mincing Sunday, I was not devoutly religious. However, the things not just me, but everyone else saw that day... it tends to change your outlook a little bit. Certainly changed mine, figuratively AND literally. The Change didn't effect everyone, at least not visibly. All that was said was basically if you didn't LOOK human, then you WEREN'T human. But, in my eyes, humanity is a idea, not an appearance choice. They didn't listen to what we had to say about it. This is the 21st century and they treated us like lepers. So, with that I took off with my weapon, most of my gear and the rest is history..."
Equipment: “Kinda low on equipment at the moment. I got my M4 Carbine Service Rifle (I named her Macy); 53 rounds of 5.56-ers left; 4 magazines, two of 'em empty; a shemagh for the sunlight and sandstorms; ESS issued sunglasses with RX inserts; regular RX Ray Ban eyeglasses, like Buddy Holly; a scratched Kevlar helmet; a MOLLE plate carrier... with no SAPI plates; 4 MRE's; a KA-BAR knife; a Coyote Desert fleece jacket; compact sleeping system; and 2 canteens... or, rather, 1 and a 1/2 canteens worth of water."
Goals: “To be thoroughly honest, I don't know. Maybe I'm still running from those bigots at Camp Leatherneck and I needed a ten day walk between me and them. Maybe in my journey across Afghanistan, I was secretly hoping to find a cure for what ails me... or maybe I was just wandering aimlessly across the Afghan desert. I don't even know anymore. Maybe in my journey, I'll find out."
GM
piercetyler1994 said
I can accept this.
Pick a place on the map, and PM me its number.
Cartwright
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I iz awake.
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Cartwright said
I iz awake.
Good morning.
I think I'll relinquish my spot. Just got into another RP that really holds a lot more interest for me and while this one certainly isn't boring, I fear I may end up slowing it down if I suddenly lose interest. I'll be sure to keep an eye on it though and if my RPing schedule opens up, I'd be very interested in putting a thought into it again.
Have fun anyway guys and I wish you all happy RPing!
Have fun anyway guys and I wish you all happy RPing!
Here's mine =D Hopefully I didn't go too far... Honestly, as far as Sergals go, I toned it 'down' some XD a normal sergal in this setting would be excessively effective as a predator [especially with the frigid climate], buuuut i can still change some things if they as disatisfactory =D
"One of the great rules of nature, a Hunter should never underestimate their prey... Natural hunters kill quickly and efficiently, because if they don't, they starve or the prey fights back... The Laws of nature take on a whole new light when the world's gone ta shit and yet prey can tear ya apart."
Name: Darius O'Roich
Age: 28
Race: Anthro/Mutant? - Sergal - Scotch-Irish [Not sure if he specifically qualifies as just anthro, or something between the 2 given the nature of what I setup for him]
Origin: Foreigner - Ireland
Occupation: Formerly - Bartender/Bouncer/Hunter, Now - Hunter/'Hunter'
Religion: If it could even be 'called' a Religion, he believes in 'Balance', an equilibrium between good/evil, easy/hard, hot/cold, so on and so forth, Balance is a generally health thing in his eyes. Similarly, he finds himself disgusted by the type of people who can have everything they want just handed to them and still complain, and driven to help if someone is stuck suffering excessively.
His Opinion of 'Religion' in general is decidedly negative, He finds Religion itself pretty disgusting and believes it as simply a way for someone to shovel their responsibility off on some extraplanar deity, real or not, instead of facing it themselves, as well as a way for those with greed for control to take advantage of those people by taking control 'for' them... Typically he just tries very hard to ignore it as long as nobody gets in his face about it or tries pushing their religion on 'him'.
Skills:
Bartender related - Drink Mixing, Minor Chemistry [you'd be surprised whats in some of that booze!], Minor Medical Assistance [People pay more if you can stich em up after their drunken accidents and let em get right back to drinkin], Resource Organization [You know it!]
Bouncer Related - Irish Martial arts, that is to say Dornalaiocht [Bare Knuckle Boxing], Coraiocht [Irish wrestling], Speachoireacht [Irish Kicking Techniques], and Bataireacht [Stick Fighting]
Hunting Related - Crossbow/Rifle-play [Both shooting and using as clubs], Moderate Survival, Hunting, and Tracking Techniques, Moderate Understanding of Animal Behavior [Not as useful once they start mutating XD]
Hobby Related - Scottish martial arts such as Fencing [Originally taken up as an exploration into scottish side of his family, but he discovered that the 'finesse' learned in it's practice can be useful for certain parts of Irish wrestling], Pugilism and Traditional wrestling [Supplemental in level compared to his Irish focus], and various less 'smooth' Bladed weapon styles [He still prefers bare fists and guns, but there's always potentialy for a nice sharp piece of metal to be the key piece of equipment in a situation.]
Mutation Related - Hand claws, Flexible Foot claws [see picture for an idea], Strong/Flexible Tail, Teeth [the specific mix of mutation has rendered his bite 'unclean', not specifically poisonous but a bite wound is extremely likely to become infected, of course this also means he's setup to eat less than high quality foods, His jaws also happen to be especially strong], Survival Instinct [Clashing this with skills isn't always a good thing], Aggressive Instinct [Animal fighting instinct, Sometimes Clashes with his 'practiced' skills] Sharpened sense of Sight, Smell, Hearing. Thick Tan/white Fur [good protection from cold, but inconvenient in the heat, airy clothing can still be helpful. Coloration is helpful for blending into deserts, stone, and Cold or snowy climates], Dense muscle mass [Higher density to present muscle mass allows for improved strength out-put without sacrificing Flexibility. not 'super human' but considerable enough to make him a dangerous predator]
Appearance: The Image below covers the example of a sergal and body structure, though he may have just a bit more muscle on him, and his fur colors would be in the range of lighter tan and white instead, as well as roughly 7'8" in height.
As for clothing, he wears a pair of, now very loose and held on by a belt, camo pants, fingerless gloves, and tied on sun-hat, all using desert camo colors.
Relationships: Half a Dozen brothers the world over, Mother and father back in ireland... Intimate... you could say there were a few of those.
Character Relations - Pending
Personality: Most would describe Darius as a 'stereotypical irishman'... That is to say, Loud Boorish Drunk, and his standard behavior tends to imply exactly that as well. It's just the way he grew up, the 'book and cover' saying applies to just about everyone afterall, and under that boorish exterior he's more a mix of 'nice guy' and 'no nonsense tough guy', Being able to switch between the 2 is commonly useful for being a friendly bartender who'll toss your ass if you start breakin shit.
That said, since the mutation made itself a home in his body, various other instincts have been cropping up, mostly they've been helpful since he was already a hunter to begin with... though the steady urge to see weaker creatures as prey has been taking it's toll on him, and he's prone to decidedly 'vicious' aggression when threatened now.
History:
Darius is one of 7 Children in the current generation of the O'roich family, not counting dozens more related to various aunts and uncles, and 'was' the owner of a popular little bar in dublin where he provided the locals with boozy joy and the fruits of his hunting labors on a daily basis. One can imagine though, when the world goes to shit and people start turning into various different levels of animalistic mutants, Keeping a bar functional becomes an unnecesary chore, particularly when your own body is undergoing these changes and trying to drive you nuts.
Still, he tried for a while, but after the Tenth time he had to 'put down' a former customer who'd barged in and tried to eat someone, which was also the first time his own mutation had pushed him to a particularly brutal method of using his bare 'claws' to do it, He decided it was time to shut down and make for the wilds. He let loose one last 'party to end all parties' for whoever was still left and sane, before packing up everything of personal value, along with a stash of rare booze he wanted to save for special occasions, and just vanished.
He's spent several months since then 'Following the weather', so to speak. The Constant changes in the climate of some places has made hunting a serious difficulty, so he travels along with what weater areas have proven to be hospitable to prey... It seems pure chance that this method has led Him to Ishkashim, though one never knows what turns the future can take.
Equipment: If this seems like too much, i can remove some, but my mental image seems to stack them up well enough to fit in/on a Large Back-pack.
Storage Pack - Large Tan Back-pack held on his back by a crossed chest Harness with a release clip.
Contents:
3 x Packs of Venison
2 x Packs of Beef
3 x Packs of mixed Bird/small animal meats
2 x Collections of broken down antler spikes
8 x Harvested Deer Bones
6 x Strips of Deer Hide
1 x Bear hide 'sheet' [like a tent... but you just lay under it and hold it down yourself]
1 x Medkit: 3 Rolls of bandages, 1 pair of tweezers, 1 bottle of alcohol [and other stuff in a medkit that I'm not in a state of mind to list right now XD]
1 x Ammo box: 10 Crossbow arrows, Innacurate assortment of scavenged bullets [expect very few to be useful for any one gun xD]
10 x arrow sleeves on right side of outside of pack: 5 Normal arrows, 5 Disposable 'bone' arrows
1 x Gun Maintenance kit
1 x Blade Maintenance kit
water supplies: 3 x 32 ounce bottles in outside left pocket [one empty], 4 72 Ounce Canteens hanging from the bottom of the bag [2 Empty]
1 x Small Metal container: 1 Bottle of 'Spiritusrekifikowant' [probably mispelled XD], 1 bottle of unknown vodka, 1 bottle of unknown whiskey, 3 Bottles of Nameless beer.
Extra Cloths: A Small collection of extra cloths folded up nice and neet in a large outer pocket.
Set 1 - Blue jeans, white Tee-shirt
Set 2 - Forest Camo Pants, Fingerless Gloves, Sun-hat, Shirt
Set 3 - Night Camo Pants, Fingerless Gloves, Sun-hat, Shirt
The Fart - Usually slung on right side of Backpack: How many of you get the joke? =D
Singer - A Lovingly Crafted Scottish Basket-hilt rapier, pommel and hilt tips shaped into points, blade sharp as a razor and light as a feather. He carries it more for it's sentimental value than as a weapon, it was a birthday present from one of his 'scottish' half brothers who happened to be a blacksmith, given after it was learned he'd started exploring that side of his heritage. It spends more of it's time clipped into place through the belt-loops of his pants or stored in his pack, though rarely, he tends to only actually 'use' it if someone else has produced a similar weapon that he can't trust his bare hands or a big stick to handle.
Goals: His Current goal is simply heading south, following what he knows of nature [even if it's changed a lot] and seeking better hunting climate since prey is troublesome to find in frigid places.
"One of the great rules of nature, a Hunter should never underestimate their prey... Natural hunters kill quickly and efficiently, because if they don't, they starve or the prey fights back... The Laws of nature take on a whole new light when the world's gone ta shit and yet prey can tear ya apart."
Name: Darius O'Roich
Age: 28
Race: Anthro/Mutant? - Sergal - Scotch-Irish [Not sure if he specifically qualifies as just anthro, or something between the 2 given the nature of what I setup for him]
Origin: Foreigner - Ireland
Occupation: Formerly - Bartender/Bouncer/Hunter, Now - Hunter/'Hunter'
Religion: If it could even be 'called' a Religion, he believes in 'Balance', an equilibrium between good/evil, easy/hard, hot/cold, so on and so forth, Balance is a generally health thing in his eyes. Similarly, he finds himself disgusted by the type of people who can have everything they want just handed to them and still complain, and driven to help if someone is stuck suffering excessively.
His Opinion of 'Religion' in general is decidedly negative, He finds Religion itself pretty disgusting and believes it as simply a way for someone to shovel their responsibility off on some extraplanar deity, real or not, instead of facing it themselves, as well as a way for those with greed for control to take advantage of those people by taking control 'for' them... Typically he just tries very hard to ignore it as long as nobody gets in his face about it or tries pushing their religion on 'him'.
Skills:
Bartender related - Drink Mixing, Minor Chemistry [you'd be surprised whats in some of that booze!], Minor Medical Assistance [People pay more if you can stich em up after their drunken accidents and let em get right back to drinkin], Resource Organization [You know it!]
Bouncer Related - Irish Martial arts, that is to say Dornalaiocht [Bare Knuckle Boxing], Coraiocht [Irish wrestling], Speachoireacht [Irish Kicking Techniques], and Bataireacht [Stick Fighting]
Hunting Related - Crossbow/Rifle-play [Both shooting and using as clubs], Moderate Survival, Hunting, and Tracking Techniques, Moderate Understanding of Animal Behavior [Not as useful once they start mutating XD]
Hobby Related - Scottish martial arts such as Fencing [Originally taken up as an exploration into scottish side of his family, but he discovered that the 'finesse' learned in it's practice can be useful for certain parts of Irish wrestling], Pugilism and Traditional wrestling [Supplemental in level compared to his Irish focus], and various less 'smooth' Bladed weapon styles [He still prefers bare fists and guns, but there's always potentialy for a nice sharp piece of metal to be the key piece of equipment in a situation.]
Mutation Related - Hand claws, Flexible Foot claws [see picture for an idea], Strong/Flexible Tail, Teeth [the specific mix of mutation has rendered his bite 'unclean', not specifically poisonous but a bite wound is extremely likely to become infected, of course this also means he's setup to eat less than high quality foods, His jaws also happen to be especially strong], Survival Instinct [Clashing this with skills isn't always a good thing], Aggressive Instinct [Animal fighting instinct, Sometimes Clashes with his 'practiced' skills] Sharpened sense of Sight, Smell, Hearing. Thick Tan/white Fur [good protection from cold, but inconvenient in the heat, airy clothing can still be helpful. Coloration is helpful for blending into deserts, stone, and Cold or snowy climates], Dense muscle mass [Higher density to present muscle mass allows for improved strength out-put without sacrificing Flexibility. not 'super human' but considerable enough to make him a dangerous predator]
Appearance: The Image below covers the example of a sergal and body structure, though he may have just a bit more muscle on him, and his fur colors would be in the range of lighter tan and white instead, as well as roughly 7'8" in height.
As for clothing, he wears a pair of, now very loose and held on by a belt, camo pants, fingerless gloves, and tied on sun-hat, all using desert camo colors.
Relationships: Half a Dozen brothers the world over, Mother and father back in ireland... Intimate... you could say there were a few of those.
Character Relations - Pending
Personality: Most would describe Darius as a 'stereotypical irishman'... That is to say, Loud Boorish Drunk, and his standard behavior tends to imply exactly that as well. It's just the way he grew up, the 'book and cover' saying applies to just about everyone afterall, and under that boorish exterior he's more a mix of 'nice guy' and 'no nonsense tough guy', Being able to switch between the 2 is commonly useful for being a friendly bartender who'll toss your ass if you start breakin shit.
That said, since the mutation made itself a home in his body, various other instincts have been cropping up, mostly they've been helpful since he was already a hunter to begin with... though the steady urge to see weaker creatures as prey has been taking it's toll on him, and he's prone to decidedly 'vicious' aggression when threatened now.
History:
Darius is one of 7 Children in the current generation of the O'roich family, not counting dozens more related to various aunts and uncles, and 'was' the owner of a popular little bar in dublin where he provided the locals with boozy joy and the fruits of his hunting labors on a daily basis. One can imagine though, when the world goes to shit and people start turning into various different levels of animalistic mutants, Keeping a bar functional becomes an unnecesary chore, particularly when your own body is undergoing these changes and trying to drive you nuts.
Still, he tried for a while, but after the Tenth time he had to 'put down' a former customer who'd barged in and tried to eat someone, which was also the first time his own mutation had pushed him to a particularly brutal method of using his bare 'claws' to do it, He decided it was time to shut down and make for the wilds. He let loose one last 'party to end all parties' for whoever was still left and sane, before packing up everything of personal value, along with a stash of rare booze he wanted to save for special occasions, and just vanished.
He's spent several months since then 'Following the weather', so to speak. The Constant changes in the climate of some places has made hunting a serious difficulty, so he travels along with what weater areas have proven to be hospitable to prey... It seems pure chance that this method has led Him to Ishkashim, though one never knows what turns the future can take.
Equipment: If this seems like too much, i can remove some, but my mental image seems to stack them up well enough to fit in/on a Large Back-pack.
Storage Pack - Large Tan Back-pack held on his back by a crossed chest Harness with a release clip.
Contents:
3 x Packs of Venison
2 x Packs of Beef
3 x Packs of mixed Bird/small animal meats
2 x Collections of broken down antler spikes
8 x Harvested Deer Bones
6 x Strips of Deer Hide
1 x Bear hide 'sheet' [like a tent... but you just lay under it and hold it down yourself]
1 x Medkit: 3 Rolls of bandages, 1 pair of tweezers, 1 bottle of alcohol [and other stuff in a medkit that I'm not in a state of mind to list right now XD]
1 x Ammo box: 10 Crossbow arrows, Innacurate assortment of scavenged bullets [expect very few to be useful for any one gun xD]
10 x arrow sleeves on right side of outside of pack: 5 Normal arrows, 5 Disposable 'bone' arrows
1 x Gun Maintenance kit
1 x Blade Maintenance kit
water supplies: 3 x 32 ounce bottles in outside left pocket [one empty], 4 72 Ounce Canteens hanging from the bottom of the bag [2 Empty]
1 x Small Metal container: 1 Bottle of 'Spiritusrekifikowant' [probably mispelled XD], 1 bottle of unknown vodka, 1 bottle of unknown whiskey, 3 Bottles of Nameless beer.
Extra Cloths: A Small collection of extra cloths folded up nice and neet in a large outer pocket.
Set 1 - Blue jeans, white Tee-shirt
Set 2 - Forest Camo Pants, Fingerless Gloves, Sun-hat, Shirt
Set 3 - Night Camo Pants, Fingerless Gloves, Sun-hat, Shirt
The Fart - Usually slung on right side of Backpack: How many of you get the joke? =D
Singer - A Lovingly Crafted Scottish Basket-hilt rapier, pommel and hilt tips shaped into points, blade sharp as a razor and light as a feather. He carries it more for it's sentimental value than as a weapon, it was a birthday present from one of his 'scottish' half brothers who happened to be a blacksmith, given after it was learned he'd started exploring that side of his heritage. It spends more of it's time clipped into place through the belt-loops of his pants or stored in his pack, though rarely, he tends to only actually 'use' it if someone else has produced a similar weapon that he can't trust his bare hands or a big stick to handle.
Goals: His Current goal is simply heading south, following what he knows of nature [even if it's changed a lot] and seeking better hunting climate since prey is troublesome to find in frigid places.
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Accepted. Now I assume you'd still want to go with location #35?
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Might edit my CS a bit, I will tell you when to check ze logs for ze edit ^.^
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Wayne said
Accepted. Now I assume you'd still want to go with location #35?
WHY YOU COMPROMISE ZE CONFIDENTIALITY OF PLAYER
CS is edited!
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Cartwright said
WHY YOU COMPROMISE ZE CONFIDENTIALITY OF PLAYER
The NSA already know about it.
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Wayne said
The NSA already know about it.
Those goddam commies.
THE NSA NEVER LIES D:
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THE NSA NEVER LIES D:
Unless it's PRISM.
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Wayne said
Unless it's PRISM.
True. CS notes have finally been added to CS referring to updates. Lmme know if they're acceptable Wayne!
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Good as gold, Cart.
Goddamnit. I need to start the IC soon. Azar Khan's gonna start out trekking through the mountain glaciers, I'll say that much.
Goddamnit. I need to start the IC soon. Azar Khan's gonna start out trekking through the mountain glaciers, I'll say that much.
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*Gluing eyes to OOC waiting for the others to put up CSs* cmooooooon
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