Azseth

Looking for mature RP partner. Thanks! (read at own risk!)

Hey Aline. I remember you posting an interest, but saw it was deleted. Anyway, tell me something about you and what you are interested in, or not interested in. Feel free to do so here, or in PM, whatever is your preferred method.

Az

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

@Darkraven There you go, our first victi--Er... Our first other player! I knew we'd find a sucke--Uh... Dedicated player soon! Anyway, get at me if you wanna work on a link between chars.

@innertt I AM THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO HAVE SPORADIC SCHEDULES!!! I mean...That's fine, with the erratic schedule and all that. Just keep active when you find time. I look forward to seeing a char and always feel free to talk to me if you have questions or whatever.

@Say Anything Everything looks well with Walther. Props for braving the handlebars. I know I wouldn't! Anyway, just need to add one thing: the Ward that he resides in. Feel free to just add it and post in the CHARACTER tab.

Also, for you and anyone else who has approved chars, feel free to post in the IC if there are any flashbacks or current scenes that you feel eager to post.

Again, this RP is very open world-ish, meaning characters do not have to meet, interact, or even know each other. Just be more mindful of posts when your char is interacting with another.

Az

Looking for mature RP partner. Thanks! (read at own risk!)

Ok, before I get into any kind of potential story line, here is a little bit about me. First, I'm a dude who lives in Michigan. I'm a tad bit over 30 years old. Now on to the other stuffs:

-I'm looking to RP with a mature, 18+ female and want some kind of intimacy potentially. I'm not saying it has to be sexual, but it can be. It can even just be attraction, potential, things like that. I will RP with males, it's just not what I'm looking for at this time, and it would have to be an RP that just really interests me.

-I will only RP on the forum *ASTERISK!*. That asterisk is because we can do posts on some pad/collab/whatever OFF of RPG, but I am going to post it here. If you are looking for something you are not going to post on RPG, then I will decline.

-Obviously, anything posted will have to adhere to RPG standards. My RPs almost always involve profanity, violence, gore, adult situations. Just so it's out there.

-I WILL do smut/adult scenes, just obviously not post them on the site. And those are SCENES, I will not do smut/adult RPs.

-I have a life. And at this current time, my life is a chaotic mess (I am more than willing to explain if I begin an RP with someone so they are fully aware of all of this, but there's no need for me to talk about it in a random and public place like this). This means I can NOT post every day, or every other day--at least not consistently. Some weeks, I may post every other day, some I may post once. I expect to be able to post at least once a week. Again, if this isn't enough for you, I wholeheartedly understand. Just please do not waste our time if you need something more to keep you interested.

-I RP multiple chars and run NPCs to boot. I like it. You do not have to, but it's encouraged. I also enjoy killing my chars, NPCs and random people who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

-I do not want to have an RP where you have to be led or kind of dragged along. I like playing with writers who enjoy taking part in forming things, being assertive, and have fun with it. I am not saying if there is a streak of writers block or something that I'll get upset, I just want to make sure people I play with are somewhat independent and/or self sufficient.

-This is kind of key. I want RPs that focus a lot on characters and them influencing one another. This means that a lot of my RPs for 1x1, I prefer slow, meaningful moments of nothing. So if I am in a zombie survival RP, zombies and fighting humans will be a small part of the RP. It's more about the characters and their relationships. I have no qualms with, and ENJOY, times in RPs where it's several posts that ultimately are characters talking, or walking and talking, or a long drawn out conversation.

-I will not play a character that exists outside of my own RPs. Meaning, I will not play Harry Potter, Wolverine, Joel, or anything of that nature. Also, I will ALMOST never play an RP that is straight out of another source. Meaning, I will not do a "Walking Dead" RP. I will not do a Game of Thrones, Falling Skies, True Detective, or whatever RP. I enjoy all of those, but I like to create things. I WILL do an RP that is in a world extremely similar to things, but I always expect to make changes and additions that make things more "mine" and "ours" as opposed to just taking someone else's work.

Now, I'm generally into anything except "normal" slice of life stuff (meaning I won't do husband and wife, coworkers, bf/gf simply living on a day to day basis) because I want there to be some source of fantasy or something that is outside "real life." I have a real life. I don't RP to get more of it.

I enjoy post-apoc, zombie survival, war/military, mutant/super human, alien invasion, monster hunter. I'm kind of interested in a samurai/ronin world, something "reality based" but with some samurai capable of amazing feats of combat prowess (bad ass fighters able to kill scores of people, but no magic or anything of that nature). I enjoy high fantasy and tradition fantasy (elves, dragons, orcs) but also fantasy without magical influences. For a while, I've been interested in a detective/police force/tactical unit RP.

I've had an idea of a world were supernaturals (vamps, mages, etc) are exposed and integrated into society, and a force is put together to ensure those supernats are kept in check.

Uhhh.... I think that's it in a nutshell. Albeit, a very large, wordy nutshell.

I'm a firm believer that time is the most valuable thing we have. So don't waste mine, and I won't waste yours.

Feel free to drop a PM my way, or say something here. If you've made it this far, thank you for your time!

Go easy.

Az

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

The others started talking and getting themselves in order, so Kyuzo decided he could step away and get his gear ready. He casually said over his shoulder , “Yegor listening, skinnies keep planning,” while making his way to his room which was close enough to the common area to be able to hear, probably even without turning up the input level, which he did anyway. He listened in intently and looked around the room.

His small living space was desolate by any standards. There was a bed and a dresser in the room that were there prior, and that was still the only furniture, and that wouldn’t change any time soon. There was an empty, oldschool military sea bag which had been all he’d traveled with aside from the formerly magical duffel bag. The sea bag held his clothing which, aside from his weapons, were his only real possessions. Next to the sea bag was the afore mentioned duffel bag and then at various places around the room were his weapons, most on a small case of some sort, or at least on a cloth with magazines, rounds, and random accessories placed around them.

The planning to him was not that important. In his experience, the plan was only worth sticking to until the first or second step, which was usually entering whatever the target area was. After that, plans usually were drek canned because of one thing or another. Sure, a plan was helpful, especially when going over the method and location by which they’d egress also. However, the team’s ability to adapt and improvise were usually what led to a run being successful or a frag fest. That, and a bit of luck here and there.

As he continued listening, he picked up his Ares Predator and holstered it, along with 2 magazines. This gun was always comforting. It was heavy, a lot of steel and old tech, and it was not prone to misfire and was still 100% operable even if the smart system was compromised, which saved him more than once. All of that and the fact that it could penetrate most armors worn by anything but premier hit squads made it his go to firearm. He then grabbed his Knight Errand SFAR and slung it across his back. Instead of the large and bulky drum magazines, he opted to load a smaller magazine and carry another two larger “banana” magazines as well. This shouldn’t be a spray and pray type scenario so he opted for a bit more concealability over bullet count. He then slid his kukri behind his back and up into its sheath and tossed a light leather jacket on over it. Again, he opted out of wearing any real armor, although he was wearing an UnderArmor Pro shirt, which was extremely expensive but not something that stood out. This armor would stop a great deal of rounds from piercing it, but wore quickly. The other downside is that it did literally nothing to lessen impact, so getting hit with a round wouldn’t likely pierce the body, but it would leave one hell of a mark, to say the least.

He then knelt beside each weapon and put a trigger locking mechanism on each one, and these were extremely cunning devices. On each lock, there was what appeared to be a simple key that would unlock it. However, any physical intrusion into the lock, even by an replicated key of the exact pattern that would unlock it would trigger a concentrated electric shock with enough power to render most people unconscious. Removing the lock all together, if one avoided the lock, would trigger a small explosion of thermite which would ruin the weapon and if it didn’t kill the target, would at least remove the majority of whatever limb(s) were close enough. The trick to actually opening them was simple and low tech: on one side, there was a small hole about the size of a paperclip. Inside of that was a small switch that would have to be pressed twice in succession to open. Simple, easy, and uncommon. Because of these security measures, he made sure to walk out of the room and when the conversation broke, he interjected and said firmly, “no one touch Yegor’s weapons.” It was an awkward thing to say and a weird time to throw it into the middle of planning, but he threw it in none the less.

This was one of those times where being stupid Yegor helped. It wasn’t likely that anyone would try to steal his weapons, but if someone in the group DID decide to cut bait and leave, and wanted to either make some quick nuyen or make off with a weapon or two, they’d likely think him too stupid to operate any technologically sophisticated measures, and not trust or be able to afford biometrics.

Part of him detested that the group had no real “leader” and the closest thing to one was Traction. It wasn’t out of jealousy, because Kyuzo sure as drek had zero desire to lead this, or any group. It was that part of him had the suspicion that any of her plans were highlighted by putting her in a position to be able to avoid danger and keep herself out of harm’s way immediately and leaving the others to fend for themselves if things went sideways.

One last thing he wanted to make sure he either confirmed or put to rest was the feeling that the docks seemed to be worked by metas. He wasn’t sure if it was some sort of union, and if it was, whether it was a legitimate one or one done on an informal level, but at the bar, the patrons seemed to be working class and all were obviously trolls or orks. It wasn’t clear if this was simply a place for those orks and trolls who worked the docks to blow off steam and do some hydrating, or if this was THE place that ALL dock workers frequented. It wouldn’t be wise to be caught walking with a combination of humans and elves if only other trogs were welcomed, not unless there was some sort of plan involved.

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

The good news about being me is that I can wait, I'm not in a hurry, haha.

Not sure if you remember, but even back in Surviving: The End, I didn't rush, and I don't care about slow starts. I'm a firm believer that around half of the people starting an RP like this will quit anyway, and I'm ok with that. I love killing characters, you know this. I'd rather have about 3 dedicated players than a bunch of fickle people who are eventually just gunna jump ship anyway.

I'm gunna wait a bit more and see what happens ceasing this. Would you want to, if things don't take off, start a 1x1/small group LoU RP?

Az

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

Everyone in general.

Az

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

Please check the OOC, and PLEEAAASE make sure you read the information there.

Az

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

Kyuzo put his cyber hand up to his chin and made a thinking face for several moments while the other's spoke their pieces. After Recluse finished up with his three points, he spoke up. "Yegor may help. Was out near docks and ended up drinking with troll at hole near pier. Ha, Yegor not recommend you all head there. Big troll run place, not like breeders and pointees. I mean, big troll. BIG. Anyway, the troll on dock drink with Yegor, swap stories. Used to be runner. Yegor talk to Ilrek, get information. Worst case, Yegor get buzz and still have no info, yeah?"

He looked around at the others, mentally going over what he thought he'd have to do to get this part of the job done. The minimal information he would want was confirmation that the container was there. Anything more than that was a bonus--and would most likely cost. He would fish for loading docks, security, the manifest and even see if the troll would simply let them in, depending on the security and procedures of the docks. Well, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. One odd thing about a lot of trolls is that they live rather humble and meager lives. This troll had a job, not much threat, and could afford shelter, food, and alcohol. To a lot of trolls, that was living a perfectly content life. So to offer the troll something more would either raise a lot of suspicion, cost something extremely odd, or simply not be an option. Or, offering too much could raise Ilrek's alarm and lead him to maybe sell out the group for MORE meaningful things.

All of those factors would be assessed as he worked his angle and he enjoyed this kind of work immensely, as it rarely came his way, at least with the group. He loved working people and angling, going after what he knew he could, and walking that edge, knowing what the risks could be. Part of him thrived dealing with emotional intelligence and gauging people based on experience, even sometimes on the fly and improvising.

He looked over at Cath, silently musing over a thought about taking over as a face. It would never happen though. As much as Kyuzo enjoyed many things, there were few things he enjoyed as much as sluggin' n gunnin'. That was a life and death run, in the literal sense, and as much as he tried to force the thoughts far, far away and deep down, there was an unparalleled, natural gratification that came along with physically protecting people. It was always there, guiding his actions, molding his thoughts, pushing him down a specific path at a crossroads. And he was constantly working to hide it, maybe even make it untrue. Much mental energy and focus had been spent denying who he really was.

Even if he didn't consciously know it...

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

I'd like to potentially have Kyuzo engage Recluse in a conversation, essentially tossing ideas about him having established a potential contact on the docks, and also about looking into Zelda at a street level.

I PMed you Krauxis, I'll be waiting for a response before doing any kind of solo post.

Az

Endure. Survive. (Set in non-canon Last of Us world)

James Mattis Reynolds (JR).
Age: 21.
Resides: Ward 2.
Previous Occupation: None.
Birth place and area raised: Born and raised in Panama City, Florida.

James

History: James Mattis Reynolds is not his real name. James was born and raised in Florida and when the outbreaks occurred, he was about 5 years old. His family was associated with the upper class in Florida, so when infected began to overrun the state, his family had the means to flee, and they were told Flagstaff in Arizona was a safe zone. It was safe for a while but was eventually lost and his parents were killed when he was 7. He was rescued by and fled with a complete stranger named Jon. Young and in shock, the boy forgot his name (sometimes he thinks he was just too young to absorb things) so Jon decided to name him after someone important in history, Marine Corps General James Mattis. “So the world never forgets the name of such a great man,” Jon had said.

The two made it to Blue Valley and were taken in. Jon wasn’t staying however, and left James with someone he knew, a couple named Amy and Reid. Reid worked in the city as a basic builder, but was also a smuggler in the city, this was unknown to James at the time. Amy worked at a laundry facility.

James had it pretty good in the city, being raised in a stable home with good parents and food, and eventually Reid introduced James to his true profession and James never looked back. At a younger age, 16 and 17, he didn’t need to work so he had spent those years networking with his father, getting to know people and wants and needs of individuals, meeting those who could get things done.

James was also very charismatic, a great smile and personality can get you a long way in the city…especially if you can sneak in medicine, food or something else needed.

Eventually, both Reid and Amy were killed in a fire that swept through their district that killed 20 other people, and at that point, James was forced into adulthood at 19. He quickly took up where Reid left off, trying to honor his name. While some considered what they did a crime, and while other smugglers would do ANY thing for money and had no scruples, Reid instilled in James that there should be limits and the position they were in could help people in need. The two never took more from a family than they should—well, they MAY have squeezed some extra from those who could part with it…

Also, James is extremely proficient at tinkering. All of his life, he had a knack for making things from parts of other things. He’s made the forearm bite guards for both him and Terry, the silencer for Terry’s gun and a handful of other things to make life a bit easier.

He currently works doing mechanical labors for the city.

Personality: JR is social and outgoing, always willing to talk and listen. He works doing random jobs for those in need to cover his true trade. He is someone who knows just about everyone, and knows just about everything, but it was instilled in him to “remain little.” He and Reid tried to avoid conflict and eyes, so they didn’t deal much with big names or big schemes like others would. That way when the BVM or politics look to make an example out of busting a smuggler, it wasn’t likely to be him.

James is a lot more human, emotional and compassionate than Terry and it’s not uncommon for him to take a job or task for someone with little or no real gain. On the flip side, James has been known to hustle and con when he deems it appropriate, but this is usually from someone living in conditions much better than those around them.

James works with Terry somewhat frequently, paying Terry cuts from his jobs if he needs to go out into the city in an area he doesn’t feel safe around.

Gear:
38 special snub nosed revolver 6 rounds chambered, 50 rounds boxed or on person.
12 gauge double barreled shotgun (sawed off, with 10 rounds total).
KevMesh forearm bite guards (homemade).
C4 gas mask.
4-6 outfits.
Old military MOLLE system.
Camelback.
2 reused bottles of water.
Fannypack containing random first aid equipment.
Trenchknife (knife with metal knuckles on the grip)