Damian - rooftop- Rob/Holly
He briskly shook his head, holding up his hand towards Holly, kindly refusing the food that she was offering. It had been recent enough that he had eaten. What was more was that he didn't want to bein the woman's debt just yet. He was still undecided if teamig up with these two was actually a smart cours of action. Neither particularly truck him as determined survivors, but that might mean that they would be a lot less likely to stab him in the back when things came down to it. Despite his better judgement though, he did not abandon the pair on the spot, his need for human interaction currently overpowering the voice in the back of his head that said that he would have a better chance of survival alone. He turned away and gestured towards a chruch tower in the distance at the mention of shelter.
"I've made base in that belltower over there, I'm not certain if there'd be enough room for three, certianly not enough supplies though. I've cleared out several walkers in the streets around. It's no use though, more and more keep turning up." He turned back towards the pair, frowning suspiciously. "I'm not sure if we're a group or something yet, but I'm not going to risk my neck for someone who can't pull their weight or make him or herself useful in some way, so you'd best convince me that this is worth it sooner or later." There was a chance that they weren't eager to join a suspicious or harsh person like him after saying that, but he couldn't care less. If they didn't have the resolve to consent to hese terms, they weren't really worth teaming up with either.
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Thanks for taking the time to read this. So, internet alias being Alarieth. I'm a 21-year old male with several years experience in roleplaying. That being said, I'm not a native English speaker, so bear that in mind please. Even so, I don't think my roleplaying suffers from it.
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It's not as if a dash of cmedy can't be present, it's what you make it yourself. =3
Sounds good, as long as it's still realistic, of course. :3
Oh ,right, sorry. I didn't take a look at the interest check, my mistake.
You can still join of course, that's only fair.
You can still join of course, that's only fair.
Damian - Rooftop - Rob/Holly
His eyebrow arced upwards at Holly, not entirely certain if she was being funny or serious at the time being when she began about foot rubs. He figured it might even be some sort of subliminal message that she was willing to go to greater lengths to ensure that she'd get some protection by the way she had worded it. Regardless, it mattered little to Damian, what it meant was that she had little to offer in terms of survival, and that Damian would have to carry a lot of her weight and compensate by working harder to ensure her survival in addition to his own, regardless of the benefits she might have to offer. That was just something Damian didn't really have the inclination to do yet. Damian had to be practical after all, and look at the bigger picture. On the other hand, his human interactions had bee slim, and it might be best to make sure that his mental health remained just as good as his phsyical state. During his scavening hunt he had found a corpse with its brains blown out all over the appartment, he was certain that it wasn't the first, and didn't want to end up like him at all himself.
With no immediate threat, the sword slid back into its scabbard on his back, shoving it back into its resting spot, also as a sign of good will and trust towards the other two survivors. It wasn't exactly as if he genunely trusted them, it was more like a fact that he knew that neither of them would really be a threat to him for the time being, bt they didn't have to know that. If they trusted him while he still mistrusted them, it could only work to his benefit in the long run.
"It's Damian." He responded quick, and to the point to the one below. Before continueing though, he made sure to exaine Rob carefully as well, hoping to spot any injuries or bite marks that could be apparant to the eye. Without attempting to be tactful about the subject, he quickly called out: "You got any bites or scratches on you?" To rob below, not really wishing to let him on the roof before he ws certain that he wasn't just as likely to tear into Damian's jugular as he was to help him out. Eventually, he'd shurg, gesturing towards Holly to do as she pleased and bring up her ladder to allow Rob onto the roof if she so wished. It wasn't his ladder, so she was free to deny him still if she liked.
His eyebrow arced upwards at Holly, not entirely certain if she was being funny or serious at the time being when she began about foot rubs. He figured it might even be some sort of subliminal message that she was willing to go to greater lengths to ensure that she'd get some protection by the way she had worded it. Regardless, it mattered little to Damian, what it meant was that she had little to offer in terms of survival, and that Damian would have to carry a lot of her weight and compensate by working harder to ensure her survival in addition to his own, regardless of the benefits she might have to offer. That was just something Damian didn't really have the inclination to do yet. Damian had to be practical after all, and look at the bigger picture. On the other hand, his human interactions had bee slim, and it might be best to make sure that his mental health remained just as good as his phsyical state. During his scavening hunt he had found a corpse with its brains blown out all over the appartment, he was certain that it wasn't the first, and didn't want to end up like him at all himself.
With no immediate threat, the sword slid back into its scabbard on his back, shoving it back into its resting spot, also as a sign of good will and trust towards the other two survivors. It wasn't exactly as if he genunely trusted them, it was more like a fact that he knew that neither of them would really be a threat to him for the time being, bt they didn't have to know that. If they trusted him while he still mistrusted them, it could only work to his benefit in the long run.
"It's Damian." He responded quick, and to the point to the one below. Before continueing though, he made sure to exaine Rob carefully as well, hoping to spot any injuries or bite marks that could be apparant to the eye. Without attempting to be tactful about the subject, he quickly called out: "You got any bites or scratches on you?" To rob below, not really wishing to let him on the roof before he ws certain that he wasn't just as likely to tear into Damian's jugular as he was to help him out. Eventually, he'd shurg, gesturing towards Holly to do as she pleased and bring up her ladder to allow Rob onto the roof if she so wished. It wasn't his ladder, so she was free to deny him still if she liked.
Alright, I'm going to put stop to accepting new players here, after xAsunaWolfx since otherwise I think we'll be having way too many players.
After all, there's still a couple of people that expresed interest earlier and might still post a character sheet, meaning that everyone that posted in this OOC before this message would still be allowed a spot. I think this is ERode, Krodin329, Greengoat, Tastua Aiisen and ofc xAsunaWolfx. Which is a big number.
The list of accepted characters in the roleplay can be found at the top of my second post in this OOC, easy to find!
After all, there's still a couple of people that expresed interest earlier and might still post a character sheet, meaning that everyone that posted in this OOC before this message would still be allowed a spot. I think this is ERode, Krodin329, Greengoat, Tastua Aiisen and ofc xAsunaWolfx. Which is a big number.
The list of accepted characters in the roleplay can be found at the top of my second post in this OOC, easy to find!
I'll get right on it, then. Probably good to have an overview, yes.
All of the characters are looking good, I've added my own character as well on the first page. The IC will soon be up, but I'll be giving Greengot and Tatsua a little extra time to get their character sheets up as well.
Do you people think there's a need for me to make a list at the start of the ooc of all the characters for eeasier access to the sheets?
Do you people think there's a need for me to make a list at the start of the ooc of all the characters for eeasier access to the sheets?
His teeth grinded together, he didn't partcularly enjoybeing mocked, even though he did admit to himself as well that naming his blades had ben a little odd to her most likely. He wasn't exactly sure if it wasn't odd to him as well either. It just occured to him that they were worthy of his respect, often enough, they had been the sole thing standing in between hm and certain, gruesome death. As much better conversation partners actual people were, he owed his blades a lot more than anyone on the face of the earth right now. The ones he might once have owed a great deal either dead or worse. he wasnt getting that good of a vibe from this woman, judging from her appearance and equipment she might be more trouble than she was worth, she looked alright, but that was hardly a genuine concern right now. Nowadays everything was either useful, worth protecting, or dead weight. He was still making up his mind which of these categories the woman fitted in, but obviously it wasn't the last one for the time being.
A sigh escaped from his lips, her puttigdown her bag seemed put put his mind at ease a little, but hardly diminished his vigilance or distrustfulness. He doubted that she'd have been stupid enough to have given away the location of one of her allies if they truly had been lying in wait to ambush him, and he still thought he'd be a difficult target as long as he was on top of the roof anyway. "I'm heading over." He called out, notbothering to wait for a reply or her permission. Readying himself, he sprinted towards the edge of the roof and leapt over it, his arms spread apart to gain the maximum amount of airtime before he managed to catch on to the ridge. As he swung himself on top of the roof, he was able to examine the woman closer, now on the same roof as hers. His sword was still out, ready for any unpleasant suprises that might still be in store for him.
"You've got many supplies?" He nodded briefly towards the bag she had just put on the ground as he made a half circle around her, keeping his distance before he'd be able to peer over te edge of the roof to whoever was down there as well. "Show yourself." His voice called out in a demanding tone, searchign the surroundings for the origin of the voice Holly had been talking to. Surprises nowadays were bad, he didn't care of they saw him as a rude, violent person, as long as he was certain he was safe.
A sigh escaped from his lips, her puttigdown her bag seemed put put his mind at ease a little, but hardly diminished his vigilance or distrustfulness. He doubted that she'd have been stupid enough to have given away the location of one of her allies if they truly had been lying in wait to ambush him, and he still thought he'd be a difficult target as long as he was on top of the roof anyway. "I'm heading over." He called out, notbothering to wait for a reply or her permission. Readying himself, he sprinted towards the edge of the roof and leapt over it, his arms spread apart to gain the maximum amount of airtime before he managed to catch on to the ridge. As he swung himself on top of the roof, he was able to examine the woman closer, now on the same roof as hers. His sword was still out, ready for any unpleasant suprises that might still be in store for him.
"You've got many supplies?" He nodded briefly towards the bag she had just put on the ground as he made a half circle around her, keeping his distance before he'd be able to peer over te edge of the roof to whoever was down there as well. "Show yourself." His voice called out in a demanding tone, searchign the surroundings for the origin of the voice Holly had been talking to. Surprises nowadays were bad, he didn't care of they saw him as a rude, violent person, as long as he was certain he was safe.
I guess I could start with using that at the top of my posts, but it doesn't really make a whole lot of sense to just not read other people's posts, since they might meet up with your character or do something that affects your. Which brings me to the fact that I think that there should be a whole lot of walkers stumbing towards the location of Grimm and his bike, since they're attracted to loud noises, just tossing it out there.
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