BytheSpleen

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Emmaline Muller

As Emmaline was passed the binoculars, she coughed and sniffled a little bit. Pollen wasn't too bad, but nevertheless, she was going to have a runny nose sooner or later if they stayed in the forest by late afternoon.

With the binoculars up her eyes, Muller pivoted the gun towards the general direction of the vehicle in question, and squinted to see if it really was blue in terms of paint, not just a blue tarp or something mundane.

The question was : were they right to even discover this in the first place? The APC wasn't made for vehicular combat, much less against something that could be a full-on ambush.

Well, she'd have to see for herself. If it was the red or black of the Empire, that would be no good.

Hopefully she wasn't going to see white and gold either. The last thing Gallia needed was a two-pronged invasion on both fronts.

Legendary

@Claw2k11

With a hand on his broadsword, he runs and jumps through the portal.

Let's Go Sunning: A Fallout RP

Name:

Phil O.C.C. Franke

Gender:

Male

Age:

23

Physical Description (pictures are fine):

He stands at 5'4, weighing in on the lighter side of 115 lbs. His ethnicity is unknown, although it can be narrowed down by his large eyes, high cheekbones, and pale skin tone. He has dark brown hair, though it's so dark most would have preferred to call it black. His build makes him incredibly flexible for a Vault Dweller, and his ability to orient himself in any position proves uncanny. Not that he cares.

Personality:

Psycho. If anything, he's freaking psycho. He feigns seizures at any given moment, and when he talks, the entirety of his jabber comes out as spluttering jargons that only by the grace of God people could still understand him. While generally one for the greater good, he may seem to want to do otherwise at times, especially when he screams out into the night.

Bio :

Although he was raised alongside many others in an otherwise normal Vault environment, Phil grew up to be strange, eccentric, though certainly never antisocial. Prankster, troublemaker, whatever you might call him, he did everything for the benefit of some blabbering conjuration. At the very least, whenever it was mentioned or if he saw something black, he'd bend down in obedience. Thus, he was very easy to coerce and control. Over time, he grew to like his job (and his ability to make things go which ever way he so desired) and descended further into the madness that he lives in today.

Job :

Shift Supervisor

Inventory :

• Pip Boy
• Vault Suit
• 10mm Pistol

Rad Level :

0

Strength: 5
Perception: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 3
Agility: 8
Luck: 10

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

Khadila came trotting in on her two clogs, making tidy little rectangles in the slog until they became blurred by the collected sludge of the muddy road.

She slept contentedly, to say the least, with a human pillow. Perhaps wenches had their use.

Upon spotting the twins, she cast a bit of telekinesis and floated her way as though she were a swallow : fast and low-bearing, but silent all the same.

Legendary

@Claw2k11

Iosef shrugs.

"If you want. I don't exactly plan on dying."

Legendary

@Claw2k11

Iosef raises an eyebrow, and kneels in front of her.

"If Fate says so. What would your goddess recommend me do?"

Legendary

@Claw2k11

Iosef nods.

"Hit the nail right on the head. I do want Earthrent, and badly. So why would you want to help a hob get his hands on one of the most powerful weapons in the world?"

Legendary

@Claw2k11

Iosef nods.

"I do, but before we talk about that...this place is Meriath, right?"

He looked up and down the girl the second time. Well, she did belong to the goddess of time. Time may not be a factor for her body...

Legendary

@Claw2k11

Iosef tilted his head her way, a little confused.

"...you...the head? Are you the high priest here?"

And he felt another slight drain in his vitality as he inspected her. Not bad, for an adolescent, but...by the gods, he was letting his Allure loose far too often! Not her, too!

Legendary

@Claw2k11

"A demon gave me reason to travel here, sir. I am in desperate need of your Head's abilities to resolve the matter."

The demon? His mother. The reason? A need for holy wards and development techniques. The Head's role? Help him get a lot of gold.

He was in no way lying, at least.