Bombardier

New York Underground

@OtomostheCrazy His equipment will only grow! Luke's just gotta be prepared for anything.



Anything.


Joking. Soooo how are all of you?

Dear Anonymous. . . [Relaunch; Interest Check]

Interested.

New York Underground

@OtomostheCrazy Both.

New York Underground

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Name: Luke Friedhold
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Beta/Library Assistant

Personality: _{βeta as fuck}
Luke is a bit odd in comparison to the other werewolves, seemingly not wanting to harm anyone or anything, being outwardly more humane. Using human technology, reading human books, and just taking a general liking to them, the man happens to possess a trait that has doomed many men throughout the books he's read, ambition. The only thing balancing his hunger for power are his fears and attempts to be what he considers a moral individual. Due to his fears, Luke tries to make himself prepared for any situation and carries around a lot of gear, and in his attempt to be moral he usually ends up serving as a diplomat. Luke is rather reserved in relation to his pack, but to his friends he is a kindhearted man.

Those aren't the reasons he is beta. Intelligent, efficient, and cunning, when wronged he can forget about his desire of being a good individual. At times his vindictiveness can overpower everything else about him, and it is then that Luke is one of the deadliest in his pack.

Other: He is a vegetarian.

Appearance: Luke stands at an unmenacing 5'9" and sports a skinny build. He keeps his black hair short and spiked, this in addition to gray eyes, an angular face, and sharp features makes many consider his human exterior attractive. The man's lightly tanned body is surprisingly near hairless unlike his fellow wolves' human form. The second in command sports a casual attire consisting of a shirt, jeans, and running shoes. The job of keeping him warm is covered by a black hooded coat and matching gloves, and underneath all of this he always conceals a ballistic vest. Among the list of things he always has on him are his rucksack and his watch.

Wolf form- Some of his features carry on into his wolf form in the form of his black fur and grey eyes. Unlike his human form Luke appears skeletal in his wolf form and his fur is unkempt with black tendrils sticking out in all directions. The unhealthy guise deceives his opponents, for he is still as strong as any other werewolf, in most cases stronger. Luke's demeanor switches from confident to jittery and jumpy when transforming from human to wolf, and nothing alludes to his incredible speed and reflexes.

Equipment & Weapons

Hand
Umbrella

Pocket
Machine pistol
Extra Magazines x2
Enchanted flashlight attachment
Ballistic knife x2
Condom
Phone
Mints x23

Wallet

$60
ID
Gift card x2
Metrocard
Library Card

Rucksack
Wooden stake x3
Bottle of holy water
Multitool
Lighter
Map of Bronx
Map of Manhattan
First aid kit
Box of Cards
Ballistic mask
Guide to Mythical Creatures
Guide to War
Picture of mother

History: Luke doesn't recall much of his early childhood. According to the wolves' who found him crying in the woods his mother was killed by some hunters and the same hunters must've scooped the boy up from his home before leaving him in the forest for whatever reason. Soon after his first contact with the pack he received a photo of his mother from his aunt, however none of the wolves have seen his father due to the couple's desire to keep their relationship and illegitimate child secret. If not for the similar features and lil toddler Luke whining his name, his aunt wouldn't have recognized him. He lived with the pack and when he came of schooling age the boy reentered human society, instantly fascinated by all that he could grasp of it. History! Politics! Weapons! Humans surely were a species all their own. The teen got into many fights with other pack members which resulted in either Luke finishing the fight swiftly or losing a long drawn out fight; the prior happened majority of the time. After finishing high school Luke got a job at the library he loved so much, at first as a pager and then as a library assistant. Now that a war could possibly kill much of what he loves, the man is attempting to find his father and his possible step-family along with attempting to make ties with the right members of other factions. He will do anything to avoid a war.

Tell me if I need to change or clarify anything. And holy shit that's pretty cool Otomos.

New York Underground

I'm interested and workin on a CS that'll be out by either today or tomorrow. Can I claim the rank of beta for my character so it doesn't get snatched in the middle of me writing him into existence?

Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

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Name: Tarit Ritter

Title: Sparky

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 175

Appearance:
Tarit stand at an even 6 feet tall and boasts a well built body. The shaggy blonde mess atop his head, sharp features, and fair skin allude to his European descent, but his dark eyes consequently appear out of place on him; similarly prominent, a lightning scar runs down the man's body from his right shoulder down to his left foot. Usually offering an electronic cigarette to whatever stranger catches his interest, Sparky has a warm welcoming demeanor.

He almost constantly wears a skin tight black combat suit underneath his clothing due to normal clothes being incinerated whenever he goes lightning form. When the need arises, his combat suit can protect his torso from bullets and conceal his face using a pull up mask. Despite his social status, 22 year old's attire consists of a white dress shirt, a a vest, and a black tie, and all of it is covered up by an overcoat.

Personality:
Tarit is comparable to a combination between a child and teenager who never grew up. He is flamboyant, rowdy, and spontaneous. Doing before thinking usually, he is open in addition to maybe come across as a bit of an airhead due to his impulsiveness and curiosity. Capable of and often times trying to make conversation with complete strangers, the immature adult is an extreme extrovert and if his generosity doesn't win you over he'll try and use his humor. The friends he does gain he will protect by any means necessary... his means usually getting intertwined with his fascination with electricity. His seemingly carefree demeanor can very easily vanish when his place in this world is threatened, usually being followed by his sadistic streak becoming apparent. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Tarit's tenacity is unmatched. You'll have to destroy him before he gives up.

Short Bio: Tarit grew up in a bad neighborhood with his mother, father, and sister. Even though the family was barely getting by, they were generally happy... at least until the guy who brings in the bacon didn't come home one day. In turn, the family became distraught. Schoolboy Tarit decided he had to take care of his younger sister and seemingly always distraught mother, so he attempted to get a job anywhere that would take him. Unfortunately, he was too young to work legally for any legitimate company, and in turn he believed the only way to provide for his family was through illegal means. 14 at the time, the boy joined a gang, did multiple things he normally wouldn't do, and eventually got discovered by the cops. Once the feds were breaking down his door, his supposed allies betrayed him and decided he would be the one to take the fall for all of them. Tarit was charged with multiple crimes, some he did commit and some he didn't, before being promptly sentenced to death. Fortunately for him, this was one of the few places that used the electric chair. Once strapped in and fired up, the executioners attempted to do what they are paid to do, but to no avail. Instead of dying, Tarit felt more alive than ever. Once he realized what was happening, he incinerated the strap that kept him in and broke out of the institution through an outlet.

Word was that some kid managed to survive execution and somehow magically escaped a highly guarded facility. Tarit attracted the attention of a recruiter and he accepted the Hunters' Association invitation.

Powers: Electricity manipulation, electricity generation, electrical transportation, electricity empowerment, and etc.

Weapons:
Stun baton
Taser
Blast knuckles
Mossberg 500 pump-action
Beretta 93R

Equipment:
Shock bullets
Bullets
Food & water
Bag
Mask
Combat suit
Electronic cigarettes

Tell me if I need to change anything.

Scattered Shades: High-Fantasy RP

Interested

Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky [Remake]

Interested my dood

Rogue: Battle of the gods

Aeron

Name: Aeron Barnett
Age: 16
Deity: Eris

Appearance: Best described as sickly, Aeron stands at an unimposing 5'7 and sports a build comparable to that of someone who hasn't eaten in some time. His fair skin and tidy hair are gone, for paleness and unkempt black tendrils have taken their place. Possessing an angular face, almond-shaped black eyes, and full lips, the boy could be seen as attractive if he didn't look like he was dying. Most of the bruises on his seemingly frail body have healed but the scars from his time at the brothel remain.

Divine Blessing:
Stats:
Strength: G (10)
Constitution: H (4)
Agility: H (5)
Speed: H (4)
Will: H (1)
Power: G (10)

Magic:
Empathy(H)-Feel the feelings of a target.
Discord (G)-Can cause conflict between others. Increases chance of violence.

Divine Skills:
Manipulation
Swordsmanship

Equipment:
Dao (Max strength-G, Max power-G)
Sling-It's some string and leather.
Firecrackers-POP
Apple of discord-Eris' first gift. Constantly ripe and shiny, it is only because Eris told him to not eat it that it isn't gone.
Food & Water

Mundane skills:
Marksmanship
Farming

Personality:
Aeron is defined by his submissiveness. He'd rather not start a conversation, will hesitate to share his thoughts, and is just on overall doormat. Kind and selfless, he is similar to what he used to think all people were. Beneath all of this Aeron is wrathful. Self-hating because of his compliance to those who impose themselves upon him, he lusts to be the one who is powerful enough to make others feel as weak as he did and to never again fear being too weak. The swordsman possesses a dislike of authority, physical contact, and restraints. Among the few things capable of compelling him to take action is harm to an ally or his paranoia. Also, he really fucking hates the smell of lilacs.

History/Bio:
His father, Qiang, was a farmer, and like other farmers he thought that having a few extra helping hands would be wise. Out of this belief sprang bouncing baby Liu and his many sisters. His father, ever the practical opportunist, implanted the belief that those in charge would do good by those controlled and it was in little Liu's best interest to serve his family the best he could. And so, the child worked hard and followed his father's every command, among which were to farm and figure out how to use a sling. If he kept practicing he'd eventually get to use the family repeating crossbow!
One day he caught the eye of the man who owned the farmland and Liu ended up fetching quite the pretty penny. Qiang, ever the practical opportunist, sold him to the man. Unfortunately for the teenager he wasn't to become some sort of house slave, he was going to become a prostitute.
After a couple of months of being used, Liu became an absolute mess of emotions. He hated himself for believing that those who told him what to do wouldn't play him dirty, he hated how his own father betrayed him, and most of all he despised himself for letting it happen. But he wouldn't do anything. He couldn't. Luckily for him, Eris could. Attracted to all of the disorder found in one 16 year old boy, she decided to visit him, and in his first display of defiance he broke out of the brothel. The goddess gave him the equipment necessary to survive, gave him a new name, and gave him a goal: find the other blessed people; she'd tell him what to do after that was accomplished. Not knowing what else to do, Aeron followed Eris' instructions and set out to find them.

Rogue: Battle of the gods

Boi

Name: Aeron Barnett
Age: 16
Deity: Eris

Appearance: Best described as sickly, Aeron stands at an unimposing 5'7 and sports a build comparable to that of someone who hasn't eaten in some time. His fair skin and tidy hair are gone, for paleness and unkempt black tendrils have taken their place. Possessing an angular face, almond-shaped black eyes, and full lips, the boy could be seen as attractive if he didn't look like he was dying. Most of the bruises on his seemingly frail body have healed but the scars from his time at the brothel remain.

Divine Blessing:
Stats:
Strength: G (10)
Constitution: H (4)
Agility: H (5)
Speed: H (4)
Will: H (1)
Power: G (10)

Magic:
Empathy(H)-Feel the feelings of a target.
Discord (G)-Can cause conflict between others. Increases chance of violence.

Divine Skills:
Manipulation
Swordsmanship

Equipment:
Dao (Max strength-G, Max power-G)
Sling-It's some string and leather.
Firecrackers-POP
Apple of discord-Eris' first gift. Constantly ripe and shiny, it is only because Eris told him to not eat it that it isn't gone.
Food & Water

Mundane skills:
Marksmanship
Farming

Personality:
Aeron is defined by his submissiveness. He'd rather not start a conversation, will hesitate to share his thoughts, and is just on overall doormat. Kind and selfless, he is similar to what he used to think all people were. Beneath all of this Aeron is wrathful. Self-hating because of his compliance to those who impose themselves upon him, he lusts to be the one who is powerful enough to make others feel as weak as he did and to never again fear being too weak. The swordsman possesses a dislike of authority, physical contact, and restraints. Among the few things capable of compelling him to take action is harm to an ally or his paranoia. Also, he really fucking hates the smell of lilacs.

History/Bio:
His father, Qiang, was a farmer, and like other farmers he thought that having a few extra helping hands would be wise. Out of this belief sprang bouncing baby Liu and his many sisters. His father, ever the practical opportunist, implanted the belief that those in charge would do good by those controlled and it was in little Liu's best interest to serve his family the best he could. And so, the child worked hard and followed his father's every command, among which were to farm and figure out how to use a sling. If he kept practicing he'd eventually get to use the family repeating crossbow!
One day he caught the eye of the man who owned the farmland and Liu ended up fetching quite the pretty penny. Qiang, ever the practical opportunist, sold him to the man. Unfortunately for the teenager he wasn't to become some sort of house slave, he was going to become a prostitute.
After a couple of months of being used, Liu became an absolute mess of emotions. He hated himself for believing that those who told him what to do wouldn't play him dirty, he hated how his own father betrayed him, and most of all he despised himself for letting it happen. But he wouldn't do anything. He couldn't. Luckily for him, Eris could. Attracted to all of the disorder found in one 16 year old boy, she decided to visit him, and in his first display of defiance he broke out of the brothel. The goddess gave him the equipment necessary to survive, gave him a new name, and gave him a goal: find the other blessed people; she'd tell him what to do after that was accomplished. Not knowing what else to do, Aeron followed Eris' instructions and set out to find them.

Tell me if I need to change anything.