Bevolerian

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"Nes, Mr Ness." He chuckled loudly as he put his hand on his knees and rubbed them a few times, peeeeeeering around - darting his eyes between every person in the bar before setting them on the man in front of him that had spoken to him. "Mr Finch? Mr Pinch, Flinch, Mr Flinch it is." He gritted his teeth behind the mask as he peered at the man from behind the glasses. The darkened welder glasses covering up most of what his gaze was set on and his general gaze at all. He shrugged his shoulders, "Nes, just Nes. Like that old console. Anywaaaays, so anyone here do anything fun for a living?" He asked in general, peeering around once again.

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"Military? Hell no, there are from the old Soviet Union, I said before the second World War.. I'm a mechanic, run a lill' shop up the street. Quite cosy actually if you can ignore the smell of gasoline and general chaos of the place." He smirked, chuckled and peered at the man, "So you are dressing to the job lawyer or something? I will tell ya' there's not much of that work around here. The law is the bullet and the judge is the barrel, the jury is the trigger. That's the world we have today, war torn, harsh, cold, grim.. I feckin' love it I tell ya'. Best place in the whole wiiiiideee world, especially this chair. Oiled it every week or two simply to make it spin better. A good investment if you ask me, but I'm rambling again. So where are you rowdy bunch from, Mr Suit? Blush girl? Doorman?" He peered around at everyone and then noticed the man in corner who had just entered. "Aaaaand we have a new contestant!"

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"The only meat you'll get around here are cooked and fried camel spiders, or perhaps just camels. Cheese, well I rather not know what they actually make that cheese out of.. It ain't normal milk that's for sure.. I tend to stick to my military ration, I mean they are from somewhere before the second world war but they sure do beat the hell out of the food you get around here." He snickered as he spun around on the chair once again with his arms out and faced the bartender, "I'm just kidding I reeeaaaaally love your food barkeep, I love it so much I can't even get myself to eat it and that is why I never eat here." He smirked, the bartender grunted and grimaced at him before going off.

He turned to the man, "So you fix metal .. so you are a welder? Or just a blacksmith? You don't dress like one that is for sure, with your fancy .. semi-clean clothes." He grinned again as he spun around to the girl. "Good question, however most things around here are filled out with chemicals or some shit to be able to sell more of it. Trust me, never drink someone's home made moonshine around here.. It will be the death of you like it has to many others.." He smirked behind the mask and ran a hand through his hair. Twirling one of the strands of hair into a roll almost making a dreads curl. Peering idly between the two as he leaned back on the bar and slid his hand out on it. Letting out a relieved sigh.

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I think we can post.. It's been three days since the last post from the gm. I don't think he'll mind us keeping the rp active.

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Please don't tell me this is dying out so quickly.

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"The bar stools? They're quite crap if you ask me, been worn out and yeah.. Not so comfortable are they?" He kicked the old gas can next to him, "I'm here for water, then I stayed for the amusement.. Like the girl blushing heavily to the right of me, quite nice to see someone that is not able to lie that well." He tugged on his hood as he pulled it down, letting his greasy pearl white hair fall down. However it would stand out in EVERY damn direction it was like a shrub, a shrub that had not been cut, trimmed or even looked at for years at end. "And I'm not that good at judging people, however there are only a few types of people who pass through our lovely town and even fewer who actually survive." He chuckled to himself as he took another spin with his arms stretched out, giggling a bit to himself in glee as he then focused on the man again. "So manual labour eh'.. Won't find much around here, I mean .. this world is not suited for manual labour any more. Have to be more specialized, become a doctor! Make em' pay up front and then it doesn't matter hoe the treatment goes, I have a book on brain surgery back at the shop. Never tried actually conducting it on anyone but y'know, good for future references."

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Nestil hummed a bit as he peered between the two newcomers to the bar. He crossed his arms over his chest and peered at Summer first, "Let me guess, one of em' girls who have a extraordinary sad life who just want to run away from it, probably a drifter. I mean just be judging your posture and your clothing." He turned his attention to Miles "Jobs? Wait, so you're a cut throat or what? Mercenary? Thief? I bet that ya' ain't looking to become a waiter in this joint that is for sure at least." He shook his head as he spun around a lap on the bar stool once again, spreading out his arms a bit in a "Weeeeeeeee!" manner. Like a child almost, he then spun half around to cross his arms over his chest - and peer at the two. Waiting a answer from either or neither of them.

He knew he kind off looked humorous, his torn and worn mechanic overall covering most of his body. Not that much of the dark grey surface was visible any more of the overall, just the collection of oil and grease spots covering it. And some dirt and sand of course, his welding goggles firmly attached just above the breathing mask covering his mouth. His hair not visible from under the makeshift hood he was wearing over his head. He clearly wasn't one looking for trouble but wouldn't mind teasing people around a bit.

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Nestil had woken up a few hours earlier from the sporadic gunfire. It was quite the alarm clock one must admit, he had started out the day slow. He took a cup of his home brewed coffee and a little food, a man his size didn't need much to eat really and in that way he was quite lucky. Food was quite sparse at least for the ones who didn't have much capital. He had taken a stroll around the shop, fixed up a broken and shattered radiator on a car. Of course using his abilities a lill' but no one was able to see him use them in the seclusion of his workshop so it was all cool. Then he headed towards the Hole in the Wall, of course sat outside like he used to. Rolling his thumbs as he waited for them to open, when they did he was the first to slip in. The place smelled like a crossover of a rotten potatoes and a apartment house fire. Quite the familiar smell for the locals, well that was if he could actually smell it with his mask and all, he made his way to the barkeep and sat down on one of the chairs. Like the OCD person he was he had to at least swivel two laps around before setting his greasy palms onto the counter and nodded towards the barkeep.

"You know the old usual, need some water for the shop. About four litres would do, I mean you owe me from when I fixed up your truck so.. Yeah." He nodded towards the barkeep who simply gave out a exhausted and tired grunt. Then dissapeared somewhere behind the bar to get a four litre jug of water. Well it was more a old gas can who simply had been drained and washed out but it counted as a jug of water, it was set down in front of Nestil. He nodded again as he simply sat it down beside his chair, he then spun around to peer around the currently empty bar. He had time to kill so he was going to stick around a bit, see if anything fun went down.

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CS-Nestil Chugun

Rarely seen out of his mask, this quite genius mechanic is one of few that can fix up even the most sand drowned engines. Wearing protective goggles and mask to not inhale any sand or lethal gases. He stands quite tall but have a very starved body structure.
Name:
Nestil Chugun

Age:
19

Species:
Deviant

Faction:
Neutral

Powers/Skills:
Being able to pass through solid matter, can pass through solid matter such as walls or doors. Any object really as long as he is being able to focus enough to get through it and as long as it is not moving to fast.

Weaknesses:
Can't pass through very fast moving objects like bullets, if disturbed while passing through a object he might die simply from his body being split or damaged when merging with a object when becoming solid again so to speak. Can be shot and killed pretty easily, easily disrupted power while being done. Also if passing through a object that is electrified or in any manner lethal it may severely injure him.

Other information:
All that is known about this young mechanic of the sandy wastes is that he arrived a few years back to Antire, got work as a trainee under the a mechanic and when he died from a unknown cause. The young mechanic took over, he is known as Nes with those who have heard of him or use his services. Nes is a kind loving person who always has a chuckle brewing in his throat, there's not a soul who would take hate to such a kind soul - it is even rumoured that with every major repair you get a free cup of coffee and some old dried out cookies. Nobody really knows why he came here or how, he simply appeared and took over the local mechanic shop when the previous owner died. Nobody asked any questions as nobody really would and it stayed that way, maybe even for the best? Who knows what kind of secrets he hides behind that mask of his, some even say that he is a deviant that had that mask fused to his face. But, who knows?

Apocalyptic Supernatural RP with a Twist: End of Days.

Yeah yeah, didn't read through the CS's well enough. It's my fault really, didn't want to copy someone's powers.