Bombardier

The Tales of Winding

Where the hell does that thing get all of the dung?

@BurningCold

Himself primarily. It's for throwing, eating, and other stuff.

The Tales of Winding

Talk shit, get shit thrown at you.

Name
Anzo Käfer

Age
28

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Humanoid Dung Beetle

Occupation
Guard

Appearance
Anzo has the characteristics of an insect, more specifically a dung beetle. Standing a little over 8 feet tall in addition to boasting a large, brawny build, this bug is a rather intimidating sight. Barely noticeable due to the onyx black color of his body, his dark eyes decorate his rather plain head. He's completely hairless and the only thing on his body that differs in color are the 3 white scarabs adorning his back. The beetle always sports a sort of natural armor in the form of his shell-like exterior. The only noticeable thing he carries around is a sack full of balls of dung, lots 'n' lots of dung balls, and the bag itself also has many holsters and pockets on the exterior for weapons plus his telescope.

Personality
He possesses perhaps the worst trait for a guard, laziness. It isn't that the bug doesn't care about the villagers, he definitely does; it is just that guarding can get so boorrriiiinnnnngggggg. If not napping at his post, Anzo will probably be off cracking jokes and eating food with said inhabitants of Winding that he loves so much, and being quick to make friends, he has plenty of people to do ignore his duties with. He's impulsive and ultimately humble, knowing damn well how crappy a guard he can be and how good sandwiches taste.

Skills & Abilities
Marksmanship
Incredible Strength
Great throwing Prowess
Social Skills

Tell me if i need to change anything. If accepted, can Anzo get a lil guard tower?

The Tales of Winding

@Mokley

Oi m8. Does that mean I can still make a CS or nah?

The Tales of Winding

The RP status states that this is full, but some of your players haven't shown up. Would it be by any chance possible that I take one of their spaces? _Pls

No Escape: Hit Squad

Keith the Wendigo

Keith Kratz

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Species:
Wendigo

Abilities/Powers:
Vocal Replication: Keith is capable of imitating any sound he hears, including voices.

Cannibalism Empowerment: Consuming humans/wendigos makes him more powerful in addition to making him grow in proportion to the meal consumed for a short span of time.

Infinite Ingestion: Being endlessly hungry, his digestive system will allow him to eat a seemingly limitless amount of matter as long as he can fit it into his mouth.

Healing Factor: Losing a limb is no problem if he can retrieve the limb and place it back! He possesses rather quick regeneration.

Enhanced senses: Keith has heightened senses, primarily utilizing his incredibly effective hearing.

Enhanced Condition: Becoming a wendigo has augmented his strength, speed, reflexes, endurance, and basically every aspect of him excluding appearance and mental stability. Ever since the transformation he's become an apex predator of sorts.

Natural weaponry: He's got sharp teeth and claws to match that are capable of shredding even his fellow supernatural creatures to scraps.

Stealth Combat: Like most wendigos, Keith is effective at quietly dispatching most prey, using neck snaps, decapitations, and etc.

Weakness/Control:
Fire. They placed multiple tiny incendiary explosives in his mouth, on his heart, and on his skull, and the bombs can be activated at any time remotely. In addition, there's a contraption in him that when active will block the passage of food.
Unknown by the government due to lack of interaction with wendigos, they can be killed by being eaten by a fellow member of their species, whose saliva can prevent other wendigo's healing factor.

Personality:
TBA... but he's pretty mentally fucked up.

History:
Keith was human at some point, an average college student to be more specific. While not interacting with his parents at all, he had a brother, a roommate he happened to be dating, and a friend in the form of an old flame. The whole gang of bored college students occasionally went on hiking trips and one of the times a series of mistakes landed them on a mountain without any help combined with little food. Cold, close to death, and starving, Keith devoured those closest to him to survive. When the rescue group came in three out of the four lost people were already gone, and a wendigo wasn't a welcome sight to them. The government came in then took the monster away to the camp.

Promise of freedom on top of the chance to be human again gave him hope. He'd do anything for a chance to change his body back to normal and stop the hunger, so he accepted the invitation into the suicide squad.

Relationships/Opinions

Kit Bosque
Keith thinks of him as a brother, sometimes reminding him of the sibling he ate.

No Escape: Hit Squad

Keith the Wendigo

Keith Kratz

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Species:
Wendigo

Abilities/Powers:
Vocal Replication: Keith is capable of imitating any sound he hears, including voices.

Cannibalism Empowerment: Consuming humans/wendigos makes him more powerful in addition to making him grow in proportion to the meal consumed for a short span of time.

Infinite Ingestion: Being endlessly hungry, his digestive system will allow him to eat a seemingly limitless amount of matter as long as he can fit it into his mouth.

Healing Factor: Losing a limb is no problem if he can retrieve the limb and place it back! He possesses rather quick regeneration.

Enhanced senses: Keith has heightened senses, primarily utilizing his incredibly effective hearing.

Enhanced Condition: Becoming a wendigo has augmented his strength, speed, reflexes, endurance, and basically every aspect of him excluding appearance and mental stability. Ever since the transformation he's become an apex predator of sorts.

Natural weaponry: He's got sharp teeth and claws to match that are capable of shredding even his fellow supernatural creatures to scraps.

Stealth Combat: Like most wendigos, Keith is effective at quietly dispatching most prey, using neck snaps, decapitations, and etc.

Weakness/Control:
Fire. They placed multiple tiny incendiary explosives in his mouth, on his heart, and on his skull, and the bombs can be activated at any time remotely. In addition, there's a contraption in him that when active will block the passage of food.
Unknown by the government due to lack of interaction with wendigos, they can be killed by being eaten by a fellow member of their species, whose saliva can prevent other wendigo's healing factor.

Personality:
TBA... but he's pretty mentally fucked up.

History:
Keith was human at some point, an average college student to be more specific. While not interacting with his parents at all, he had a brother, a roommate he happened to be dating, and a friend in the form of an old flame. The whole gang of bored college students occasionally went on hiking trips and one of the times a series of mistakes landed them on a mountain without any help combined with little food. Cold, close to death, and starving, Keith devoured those closest to him to survive. When the rescue group came in three out of the four lost people were already gone, and a wendigo wasn't a welcome sight to them. The government came in then took the monster away to the camp.

Promise of freedom on top of the chance to be human again gave him hope. He'd do anything for a chance to change his body back to normal and stop the hunger, so he accepted the invitation.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Fazzer and I will most likely do a collab for Bel and Alex's DDR competition later tonight. If you wanted to join in on that.

@TheWindel

Sure.

No Escape: Hit Squad

@Bombardier Ay! Today's your lucky day. You've got next spot. You wants it? :3

@Kimchi

Lit. I definitely want that spot.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Donovan Vrach

Donovan slurped his extra-vanilla dosed coffee, filling his mouth with a sweet combination of sugar, cream, in addition to more sugar. He knew damn well about how bad it was for him, but Donny didn't give a fuck: he just kept on drinking it with the same ol' jolly expression. Sitting alone at a table around the center of the cafe, the boy gave a sigh of satisfaction after finally finishing reviewing his first aid book, and he placed it under his human anatomy book. His studiousness usually drove him to the cafe, so that's where he was, humming, grinning, and being generally jolly. The albino teenager was more than ready to leave now, though, sitting for too long made him a bit stir crazy.
Time to go help out at the medical center! Or could go on Deep Ground and sell some of my sh-

Five rather shady looking guys sat themselves down at someone's table. His crimson eyes followed them before he flipped open to a random page in his book on anatomy. Donovan stopped humming, widened his smile, and started excitedly tapping his foot as he took glances at the gang; he listening intently to their exchanges. Fortunately, a girl saved the guy from the delinquents before it could turn into anything, resulting in the boy's foot-tapping halting along with his smile diminishing. However, his excitement returned the moment one of the thugs placed a hand on some orange-haired boy's shoulder. Shit. The hero-wannabe stood up and made his way to the trash can with his half-full cup of coffee, happening to be within accurate coffee-throwing distance of the gang leader during his walk. Each and every step brought the trash can closer, and with every step he felt his insides twist; the moment the trash basket was within range he felt a pain like no other. His attempts to get close enough to prevent an altercation cost him more than he could ever imagine. Donovan's hand shook as he let go of the source of all joy in this world and watched it as it fell into the darkness.

He forced back his tears... There were more important things that he needed to focus on. Looking around for the now absent gang, Donovan caught a glimpse of the direction the group was headed in, and the orange-haired boy followed soon after. The albino teen walked over, pretended to study some more for about half of a minute, then gathered his things prior to walking in the same direction he saw the gang and orange-haired boy go. The Arcade. He walked in, noted the gang's dank dance moves, and plopped himself down at some doctor-related game. He sucked at it. It didn't help that Donny didn't have much prior experience with video games, but he wasn't there to recall his own childhood pastimes: he had to prevent any altercation that may occur and possibly use his first aid knowledge if things went bad. Taking a quick glance around the arcade, the bad gamer saw the orange-haired boy with a dog close behind him, looking like it was attempting to push the boy towards the gang. The albino teen looked toward the gang. Luckily, they were all occupied with their dance game, but it may not be that way for long. Looking for a chance to be a hero, Donovan waited for shit to go down.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Sorry for disappearing. I'm alive and got a post.