[OOC] War Never Changes

[Kurai Assassin]

@jaybreezy

For the character path and arc im trying to put together its probably unwise that Kate make a settlement

[Gelatinous Cube]

Hell yeah. Tsar Grotto, you've got a beautiful brain. Maybe it's the same one that took Quinn's eye?

[jaybreezy]

@Kurai Assassin Alright. What do you want to happen with Kate?

[Kurai Assassin]

@jaybreezy

I was going to continue on moving about the city for a while. however though when you look at my character you have to realise that they are two different people who will act differently. Kate is more keep herself alive dont care about anyone else, whereas The Archangel (Kate's Vigilante alter ego) is all for the people, your robin hood kind of character

[jaybreezy]

@Kurai Assassin Ahh I see

[Kurai Assassin]

So, seen as she is currently the Archangel she will escort you back to wherever it is you guys are going then leave.

[Tsar Gatto]

Sorry guys, didn't realise you were waiting on me and the updates slipped me by :s

I will get a post up first thing in the morning, but if anyone wants to post feel free and don't wait for me.

[jaybreezy]

@Tsar Gatto No rush

[BurningCold]

App has been done for a while but the picture is still in production. Once my friend finishes the lineart I can use that and then update to colored once it's complete.

[jaybreezy]

@BurningCold If you want you can go ahead and post the CS so I can approve it.

[BurningCold]

@jaybreezy Oh yeah heh well that's the thing I can't describe the clothing or one of the weapons because I leave all of that up to my artist. She knows the characters I have her draw just as much as I do. So that's why I need to wait until I have at least the lineart.

[jaybreezy]

@BurningCold Ahh I see. Well no rush.

[Always]

Name: Alyssa Samara Chase

Age: 21

Gender: female

Bio: When the war began, Alyssa managed to run away as her home town was attacked. She was out, walking with a few of her friends when it happened. It was a shock to all of them, even though the war was only a couple of miles away. They never thought it would go where they live, but it did.
It was an average day after school, they were on there way to there favorite coffee shop, when bang! A bomb as dropped on the city. Luckily they were far away from the blast to not be dead. Instead they were thrown on the ground by the impact of it.
Slammed on the ground was a blur for a few minutes, till they figured out what was going on. They stood up and ran towards the woods as they did trying to ignore there injuries e best they could. The group of kids ran for about 30 minutes before they stopped.
They examined there injury's and such as not saying a word, well what could they say. They knew what they left behind and what was no longer there. The words couldn't find there mouth, and the tears couldn't find there eyes.
They stayed together and lasted a bit of time. This all came to end when they were found. At the moment they were staying in a deserted house. They were practictly living there, trying to recover, and trying to stay alive. It was a great place, until the blood army came. They broke down the door and shot at everyone in there. It sent the friends in a panic and they all ran for there lives. Alyssa made it out the window, being in her room.
She attempted to run, but was caught by one of the members of the blood army. Instead of killing her, like they did to all of her friends., they took her in a slave. She was forced to work for them and such as such.
This lasted till there was a rebil attack on the group. All the members of the gang atacked and wile they were preoccupied, aly and a few of the others managed to run away. They made it out safely, but went there separate ways. Ever since then she has been a survivor that stayed on her own.

Personality: Ever since she was born Aly has been many things depending on which side of her you met. Somethings were always the same though, such as her sarcastic joking side. This never went away, no matter what she did. The other side of her was her trouble maker side. This could show by her cheering some one on to do something, starting a minor fight, though it never went further than words, or even maybe talking back to one of the adults. It was never anything she was scared of in this matter. She only had one goal, to fit in and keep her friends close. Sure she had a few enemies but this didn't effect her much. She was more of one of those people who didn't care about anyone but her friends opinions. Even though Aly is very sociable, she only talks to people in her bubble. This means she isn't completely outgoing to new people, or one to give people an actual chance. When she is around her friends and people she likes she has a nice, fun side. She can be considered a bit crazy and talkitive, since she is almost never quiet. She is also considered a major partier. She isn't very logical also and doesn't think most times, she just acts. Also never get on Alys bad side. She holds grudges for a while, whether or not they are worth it. Along with this she doesn't forgive easily. When angered she also could become somewhat violent, and also can easily be angered. She can hold back somewhat but its not enough to stop her from swinging a punch, but she could never get angry enough to kill someone.

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1 (optional): A silver Baby Desert Eagle Air Pistol- Silver- Co2 BB Gun .177 Caliber


-Weapon 2 (optional): She has a pink pocket knife that she keeps in her pocket all of the time. It is about 5 inches long and is also very simple. It has a silver blade.


-Clothing:She wears a ripped pair of pants, a simple shirt and a sweatshirt over it usually. Nothing that is exactly that much.

-Items: She has some water and food, though it is limited. She also has a backpack. She has a roll of bandages, peroxide, painkillers, a flashlight, spare change of cloths, and also duct tape.((yus! Xd cuz yea))

Role: She is a survivor who tends to travel around and gain supply's. She is scared to stay in one positition.

[Gelatinous Cube]

Oooh! What a tweest if she happens to have been enslaved by the group of Blood Army soldiers Quinn used to be a part of.

[Always]

@Gelatinous Cube this is going to be deadly when they meet!

[jaybreezy]

@Always Accepted :) go ahead and put her in the CS page

[BurningCold]

This was already approved in a PM but I'll just put it here for formalities sake before adding it to the CS.

Kane

Colored Edition Coming Soon

Name:
Kane Abellian

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Bio:
A baby cries. It’s you. Mom smiles. She pats your back, calls you her dear little boy. Tears cease. Dad pulls you away. Comfort lost. This is his first time looking at you. He gives you that strange half smile. The first of many. He says you’re a bit small. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.

Swing. Crack. Whoosh. Sweat drips as you run. Third plate. Not bad. You look at Dad in the bleachers. Half smile. You see his eyes though. You know he’s proud. Shining stars. Not small anymore. Tall, athletic. A model baseball player. You win the game for your team. Good job.

Snow falls. Wind blows. Laughter in the kitchen. Your family invited the neighbors over to celebrate. Everyone loves Christmas. You’re not with them though. No. You’re in your bedroom. With a girl. She has her hands on her hips, standing in front of the door. It’s closed. Well? You see that look in her eye. She’s annoyed. She’s waiting. Gulp. You shuffle over to her. Now! You stand on your tippy toes to get closer. She’s two years older. You kiss her gently. You should see your face. Red as a rose. She smirks. This time, she kisses you. She leans down. Her lips are soft.

She moved away today. The kiss goodbye was tender, sweet. You gazed into her eyes for one last time. Not lovingly. No, you’re far too young for that. But adoration? Absolutely. You feel a bit down, but you’re strong. Don’t worry champ. She was only the first of many.

Dad didn’t come home today. Again. You remember the last time you saw him. Clear as day. He wordlessly kissed your forehead, tussled your hair, and walked out the door. Mom got drunk today. Again. You remember the last time she beat you. Clear as day. How could you forget? It was only a few hours ago. You lay crying softly in your bed, clutching the photo as you always do. That photo of you. With Mom and Dad. Smiling. Stupid child. Something inside of you begins to burn. Wildfire spreads. You’re angry. You walk into Mom’s room. There’s no need to be afraid, the alcohol knocked her out a while ago. You find Dad’s lighter. Same spot it’s always been in. Grab the lighter. Shuffling feet. Let the fire cleanse. Embers engulf you, and Mom, and Dad. Smiling. The ashes of that picture tumble into oblivion.

Swing. Crack. Groan. Sweat drips as you try to scurry away. Mom is strong though. Quick too. Hands grabbing. Child struggling. When she’s finished, you’re in pain. Bruised. Bleeding. You look at her face. Fury. Heavy breathing. Contempt. Happy birthday.

A voice screams. It’s Mom. You smile. You drive the kitchen knife further into her chest, and call her a bitch. Tears begin to fall. The screamings cease, and her lifeforce pulls away. This is your last time looking at her. The fire engulfs the house in mere minutes. You’re already out the door. She was your first victim. The first of many. You’re a bit rusty. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.

Chomp. Salt. Ketchup. Cheese. Beef. It’s a good burger. You’ve been wandering for about a year now. Don’t fear. No one is looking. The fire burned everything. You are a dead man. A clever man. Then you spy her. Cute short hair. Legs up to here. Low cut top. You walk over. Chat her up. Twirling hair. Nervous laughter. She wants you. That night, she gets you. You skip town the next morning. Better this way.

Warm and slick. Blood. Ridiculous. He should have given up the wallet. You need the money more than he does. It doesn’t matter now. One hundred bucks. A good haul. You rise. Rain falls. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.

The bombs fell today. Boom. Chaos. Music to your ears. To some the bombs mean death. To you they mean freedom.

You grin. Predatory. The man cowers at your feet. Whoosh. Crack. The kick hits him square in the jaw. He falls onto his back. Raise the gun. He begs for mercy. Cock it. He’s crying now. Squeeze the trigger. The man never gets the chance to close his eyes. Dead. You find your employer later. This job pays well.

You’re right at home in the Blood Army. Killers for hire. Plenty of people that ought to be dead. Plenty of money. Blood and money. That’s all the world is. You think it’s a good world. The way things should be.

You were in over your head. He had too much protection. You were too tired. You should have turned back. Now blood drains from the spot your arm used to be. Good job. Stupid. You remember things. A half smile. Soft lips. Fire. Pain. Revenge. A good burger. Rough sex. Murder. Freedom. The Blood Army. The contract. Foolishness. Failure. Anger. You struggle to your feet. Gasoline all over. Shoot. Boom. Fire. Limp over. Cauterize. Scream.

Alone again. Naturally. Your lips twinge into a smirk. You’re not funny. Time to get a move on. You’re itching for a new kill.

Personality:
Kane is selfish and seldom acts out of kindness alone. If he’s helping someone, do not doubt that he is getting something out of it. While he can act polite, even charming, it’s all a facade. Kane is a monster in man’s skin.

Gear:
-Weapon 1:

My Hider

An S&W .500 revolver
-Weapon 2: (as depicted in image)
A metal pipe with a railway spike hammered through it, quite dangerous when in Kane’s hands.
-Clothing: Shown in picture
-Items: A harmonica
Role:
Kane is an ex Blood Army soldier that now operates as an independent mercenary.

[Eodwyn Aether]

Hello....I am a person interested in this RP. Is it still opened?

(Also tbh I thought this was a fallout roleplay with the "War never changes" but I am still interested)

[jaybreezy]

@Eodwyn Aether It's still opened. And my apologies for the clickbait haha

[Gelatinous Cube]

I'll get a reply up soon guys, been very sick over the last couple of days.