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AS THOUGH A THOUSAND MOUTHS CRY OUT IN PAIN

STATUS: no fucking way 20 days ago
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20 days ago
Current no fucking way
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2 mos ago
while tru, quantity != quality, the fact is there's enough good writers out there with diverse enough interests to fit most niches apart from the unrealistically specific i.e. kitten beheading RP
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2 mos ago
srsly it seems the ppl having trouble finding RPs are by and large the ones that either dont have a thread asking for partners or inversely never contact anybody else and wait for ppl to come to them
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2 mos ago
why dont u make ur own and hope people reply
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4 mos ago
Chris Chan's girlfriend is pregnant. If he can find love and family you have no excuse!!

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If you enjoy my posts then consider pressing here to see my 1x1 interest check. Now listen to the tale of a man far from home longing to see its greens again.



About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.

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In Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Fabios Odyssean






Location: Red Flight Home Caverns - Chambers of Alexstrasza



The Knight retrieved his sword quickly after it made contact, hopping to the side making sure that the thing wouldn't be able to track him readily. Fabios watched Heda attack, and made note of her advice making sure to attack it from the other side just after her attack to make sure the foe had no respite.

His sword had a long reach allowing him to avoid being burned by the flame, so he ran forth at the thing aiming a thrust at its core — yet said thrust would turn out to be a feint to get the thing to react and bring itself off balance. In that moment he would go back and draw his falchion to throw at the creature knowing neither of his pistols was loaded. With that, he'd instantly begin a more dedicated and true charge.
In Warhammer Fantasy: The Hammer of Witches - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Ayyup
In Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Fabios Odyssean






Location: Red Flight Home Caverns - Chambers of Alexstrasza



As more and more Fabios went out of his tired stupor the gravity of the situation was made more and more clear to him. He slowly circled the thing giving his sword a twirl every other moment, smiling in spite of the danger. "Well isn't this funny, second time we might and again we're about to get our arses handed to us again!" he joked, looking at it's movements.

It lobbed a ball of fire at him that passed him by making black marks on his armour and charring some of his hair black. "Fore!" He shouted as Heda went airborne, looking then at the arm coming towards him. He cast Inner Fire upon himself in preparation of the strike coming to him so that his strikes would be imbued with Holy force. Just as the thing neared him he swivelled on one leg in a ballet-like pirouette swinging his sword with the aim of cutting off a chunk of the limb. Just after he finished the swing he would cast Holy-Light to further hurt the thing with two instances of damage to it so close in succession hopefully giving it at least some shock.
In Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Fabios Odyssean






Location: Cenarius Glade - ???



The Knight ran, and he ran long. He stopped paying attention to how far he had gone knowing very well he wouldn't be able to really make heads or tails of where he had got to and how to backtrack at all. Still he ran on, carried on by the knowledge he would have the life expectancy of a jellyfish in a pool of lava. Aging muscles cried in pain but he went on, sweat pouring off of him in a long trace that he more and more feared could be followed by the various creatures the elves had.

He was on the verge of falling over until - apparently from nowhere - a hand reached out to yank him through a portal. The man looked into the face of Heda, vision blurring as a face red from exhaustion tried to laugh as he dropped wearily to one knee. He had bloody well made it, and things had turned out far better than he had hoped. Fabios knew that the light was watching out for him and this was as good a proof as anyone could ask for. Heda said something but he wasn't paying much attention, only vaguely aware of some beastie coming from the ground.

The Paladin looked at it, standing up. Not a spot in his body wasn't sore and all his clothing was sticking to him by sweat. However he knew even in this state, this thing apparently needed a killing. Well, no rest for the weary he supposed. The man stood and walked towards the creature with a flourish to his sword, rolling his shoulders in anticipation of the fight to come.
In The Fumes of War → 6 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
WIP



In Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Fabios Odyssean






Location: Cenarius Glade



Fabios shook his head at Cenarius, unimpressed. "You know you're damn well daft for all the stories the knife-ears say about you. Go ahead, send me to die. Just remember for whom I died, and what it means to throw my life away. Go ahead, I'm no coward."

He laughed, looking to the sky and glad for the clarity the light bestowed upon him. Falling for this nonsense. A good way to die nonetheless. Yet, it seemed this would not be. Falling for this nonsense. A good way to die nonetheless. He did not even finish that thought as he saw a face so familiar. "Bloody hell." he muttered, seeing a face oh so familiar and a face oh so vile — one that made his hand go to his blade.

As Cenarius asked Fabios to fight alongside him, the Paladin again laughed. Moments after being threatened with being killed, he was supposed to just proverbially bend over, to possibly give his life for the goat-footed bastard... and with a green-skinned imbecile no less? The Knight began to laugh as Cenarius addressed him, starting with a light giggle and moving on to a night uncontrollable burst.

Several felhounds entered the fray with the first easily torn up by Cenarius, but quickly more entered to fight the trio of Fabios's "comrades." The Paladin's mind raced. This was frankly an opening for him, a chance to run away from these nasty folk. He drew his two handed sword and flipped it over to hold just below the crossguard with one hand so he could comfortably run with it yet also have it easily accessed should a Felhound come upon him. He leaned down on the ground grabbing two heftier stones and threw one at the head of the orc whilst the other at the head of Malfurion knowing both were occupied with an enemy and that subsequently would not be prepared for the Knight's attempt to knock them out, or at least slow them down enough to prevent pursuit.

At the same time as either stone was thrown the man flew into a sprint. He was in full plate and not the youngest man but he could still get around on his two feet very, very fast. Fabios was fully attentive to make sure naught cut him off but he was nevertheless thinking of his near future. If there were Felhounds about that neither Cenarius nor Malfurion knew of then Fabios knew that the elves in the locale would most likely be busy fighting them than trying to get an arrow to his face. So, what was his next path? Perhaps he could find Heda; she was a bit silly with all the thinking about business of time and such, but he knew she was the only one who understood his situation and if she was powerful enough - or had such friends - to get out of the circle the most likely sticking with her would be most wise.
In Warhammer Fantasy: The Hammer of Witches - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Username: @Andreyich

Character Name: Hans von Lipvig

Race/Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Career (if any) and Skills: Dueling entailing shooting and fencing, horse riding and general equestrian skills, full literacy and numeracy, noble bearing and etiquette.

Weapons:
Heirloom Blade: A fine thing, much engravings and decoration cover this weapons that is both on border of ornamental toy and fine masterwork weapon.

Dagger: Similar to the former, it is a beautiful and clearly expensive thing that works as both a weapon and a tool.

Repeater Pistol: While still a new and gimmicky design, having five full pistols shots reloaded as quickly as a normal pistol is no trivial thing.

Attire:
Hans will dress himself in neat and fashionable, but not too (that is, in his opinion) ostentatious clothing with much emphasis on personal comfort.

Equipment/Other: He will with himself have a mechanical pocket watch, a compass, a map of the region, stationery, and a significant amount of coin. He has a quite excellent white charger with partial barding, as well as a breastplate and riding gear of his own.

Physical Description: About 179 centimetres in height Hans is the typical image of a so called dashing cavalier. Perhaps destined to be a Knight himself given training, he is athletic if not quite soldier material with a moderate build and frame. He has wheat blond hair carefully groomed upon his head with the slightest of sideburns. Hans does not have any distinct facial features save for a general "boyish" look, albeit this is explicable by a rather slight age.

Mental Description/Personality: The young man has not had much time to properly develop a personality. What little time he has spent on this earth he has more or less gotten what he wanted when he wanted unless this somehow annoyed a family member. He never gave much thought to the Sigmarite faith he was born into, until he realized so recently the amount of hate it could bring upon a man. He still does not care much for it, but its certainly brought him a much more sober vision of the world. Now a largely mercantile but still vaguely innocent mind guides him across the world.

Background/History:
Born to lower nobility in Middenland, the von Lipvigs were of the comparatively small Sigmarite minority in the province. The predominantly Ulrich worshipping population always saw them with skepticism and suspicion, almost as though they were foreigners within their own homes.

Still, there was little hatred money could overcome and thus a lavish life awaited the lad. His father wanted more maturity in his son before educating his son on properly managing the manor and instead just taught him the foppish business one could get at any time like dancing in a ball, riding in a horse with your nose held high or artfully swinging a sword to impress the peasants.

Yet it wasn't to be. Poor crop yields and few merchants arriving meant that the people of the region had empty stomachs, and they right away turned to those they always held at least some contempt for. Driven off family land with his sister and father killed Hans fled with his mother. Yet Ulrichan family was cautious of giving them refuge, and what gold the family could pack in carriages would run out eventually.

Fearful, confused and frustrated Hans took whatever weapons he could get hold of and in the night rode off from the home of the distant family friends they stayed with in the Reikland. Now alone on the road he searches for where fate will take him.
In Warhammer Fantasy: The Hammer of Witches - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Jbcool So originally I was thinking of an Iron breaker that left home because he didn't want to take the Slayer oath for. Crime he didn't commit. Since you've sort of ruled that out I was thinking either of a city Dwarf slayer, a Ranger, or a Sigmarite Middeblander noblemen, family driven from home by a minor peasant's revolt that as Ulrichans saw them as targets (think of a dismounted pistolier I guess).
In Warhammer Fantasy: The Hammer of Witches - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Jbcool are you looking for more high level stuff like maybe a former Greatswordsman rocking full plate zweihander with arming Sword and pistol for side arm or more low power like say some random well built young farmer preferring to fight rather than keep with the pitchfork and took grand-dad's old halberd off the mantelpiece as he sets off to look for work.
In Warhammer Fantasy: The Hammer of Witches - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Jbcool I like the idea, seems it has the potential to last kike your SoB RP. I think I would probably change my character then though, since I think an engineer on a chopper would be awfully awkward.
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