CaptainSully

{18+/Mature} Always open {Ignore post count}

Pokemon you say...what sort of thing are you looking at on that front? I've always liked the idea of adjusting the canon a bit, most in that you cant become a trainer until 18(this wouldn't affect my interest either way). Are you open to pokemon from all generations?

A New Johto Journey (Pokemon G/S/C)

I really want to join but the more I look at the pokemon from the first two gen's the more I realise the love I have for the latter generations. I'm really sorry to mess you about.

I wish you well in the RP guys.

Resident Evil: Raccoon City [Zombie RP]

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Friday, 25th September, 1998
Raccoon General Hospital

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Everything moved quickly it seemed, right until the relative calm and silence of the other wing swept over the pair. It was a strange sensation to go from such crazed adrenaline pumping fear to a sense of normality. Ana's instructions to the near by nurse were clear, concise but on the whole, entirely unbelieveable. The fact the nurse listened to her without question showed that she had the respect of her peers and that also meant that Connor had found himself a useful companion. He had minor first aid training but he rarely needed to use it and was a due a refresher course. That meant having a doctor tagging along would be invaluable.

"Shall we?" she suggested. Connor looked down the corridor as the nurse began to spread the word with some of the more able patients already beginning to be moved. He wanted to do everything he could to help the remaining patients but he knew that even with all his ammunition, he'd never be able to take out everyone of the undead. All he would be doing would be sacrificing himself and Ana...it would be a waste.

Connor sighed heavily before he responded, closing his right fist tight in frustration. "Yes...let's go. Lead the way." He followed close behind her, gun in hand. Taking in the faces of the patients, orderly's, nurses and doctors as they all moved in a silent panic. He could feel his body tense with frustration at leaving them behind. Under his breath he muttered to himself... I hope they all make it...

smolusagi

@smolusagiApologies for the delay, i had a friend over from Germany and had a few other posts to do. I'm back now though.

:: AGENCY X ::

This still going?

Warhammer 40k: Challanges of Chaos.

@Jaredthefox92 Ah sorry I’ve misinterpreted the idea, apologies mate. If you ever do decide to go the Chaos Astartes route then I’ll most certainly be willing to jump in with this character.

Warhammer 40k: Challanges of Chaos.

^{"You say I am a brute...a bloodthirsty monster. Well let me tell you, you're nothing but another skull for the Skull Throne!"}

Age
1059

Gender
Male

Alias
The Flesh Tearer

Homeworld
Bodt

Alignment
Chaos

Deity
Khorne

Rank
Chosen Champion of Khorne

Species
Chaos Space Marine [Khorne Berserker]

Languages
Low Gothic

Roles
DPS/Tank

Powers
Psychic powers are for the weak and the scared, real warriors look their foe in the eye as they sever their head.

Abilities

☼ Combat Master | There are few who are more capable in combat than those who give themselves fully to the Blood God.
☼ Crushing Blow | Added ferocity with each swing of an axe makes quick work of enemies.
☼ Hatred [Loyalists / Slaanesh / Tzeentch] | Whether they be followers of the false Emperor or the pathetic gods of Excess and Change, they all incur the hatred of Krull.
☼ Whirlwind of Death | Fighting one opponent at a time is for the weak.
☼ Mark of Khorne | You are not truly a servant of Khorne until you bear his mark.

Chaos Mutations

☼ Skinhidden Plate | See Wargear.
☼ Horns and Spikes | Monstrous demonic horns have sprouted from his head and spikes have grown from his skinhidden plate.

Specific Weaknesses

☼ Can lose himself during combat until the final enemy falls.
☼ Will not tolerate anything even remotely sinister from servants of the other gods.
☼ Could quite easily turn on the entire squad.
☼ No real ranged weaponry or vertical movement beyond climbing.

Appearance



Wargear

☼ Great Axe of Khorne | A two handed axe from Khorne himself. An iconic weapon capable of felling the toughest of opponents.
☼ Collar of Khorne | Psychic powers and attacks on the mind are the works of the weak, the Collar protects Krull from their effects.
☼ Combi-Melta | Khorne wants the shedding of blood, whether it be up close or from distance. Skulls are skulls when it comes to the skull throne.
☼ Power Armour [Skinhidden Plate] | Years in the warp have caused his armour and skin to fuse into an effective and even more durable armour.
☼ Infernal Star | An iron halo corrupted by the Blood God himself gives Krull the protection he needs to get up close.
☼ Talisman of Burning Blood | There can never be enough rage in combat, this ensures that there is enough for all who are near.

Personality

The myth that all Berserkers are frothing madmen is for the most part true, however there are a few who have mastered the art of rage in battle so that it becomes an extension of their martial prowess. The most famous of these is Kharn the Betrayer, capable of utilising his rage to fell enemies as small as cultists up to the towering war machines of the Titan Legions. Krull is another such warrior. While he hasn't come closer to felling a Titan solo, he has the capability to control and channel his rage efficiently during battle. Outside of battle he is indistinguishable from most other power armoured individuals, capable of strategic planning and reasoned discussion.

However, his battlefield persona is one of pure bloodlust to rival Khornes own thirst for the crimson life force. He will slay all who stand in his way and treats all who stand in his way as foe. Headstrong, fearless and all round monstrous, there is no reasoning with him in battle.

His current want it so take the skulls of the strongest fighters for his God, even if that means aligning himself with the servants of the others Chaos Gods to do so. That isn't to say that if they prove themselves as capable, he won't challenge them.

History

☼ Took part in the Great Crusade.
☼ Was at Istvaan III fighting alongside Kharn.
☼ Critically wounded at the Siege of Terra but was evacuated safely.
☼ Fought demons for a century in the Eye of Terror.
☼ Emerged from the Eye with a warband of berserkers terrorising Imperial space.
☼ His warband was swayed by the whispers of Slaanesh where Krull was not. He slaughtered his warband one by one before killing the demon of Slaanesh that had turned his brothers.
☼ Most recently travelling the galaxy to find the strongest fighters to test his skills against.

Likes and Dislikes

Likes

☼ Combat

Dislikes

☼ Stealth
☼ Tzeentch
☼ Slaanesh
☼ The Emperor
☼ Loyalists

Theme

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

Rob took hold and shook his new comrades hand, throwing him a warm smile. Franklin was the kind of name that would get a kid bullied in school, but the Franklin before him most certainly was not someone who would be the victim of anyones threats. His code name of Sonar was a give away to what sort of specialised technology he would be employing in the field. Soon the pairs attention was drawn to an approaching man who had camouflage paint smeared across his face like an action hero. Franklin moved over to him and spoke to him briefly, givin the Welshman the opportunity to give the training hall a quick walk around.

As he paced around looking at what was in front of him, his mind focussed on the painted face of one of the other recruits. He could appreciate the stuff in the field but during a training exercise...it seemed a bit over the top. In the grand scheme of things though it didn't matter, each person had their own quirks and rituals they practised. With the job they shared there was a definite need to be able to get yourself into the frame of mind to be able to act as wholly and efficiently as possible. For some these rituals were their way of getting into that mindset. In Rob's case he was always ready to go, his upbringing in a very military minded family helped him with that.

The time rolled by and new arrivals continued to enter the hall ready to find out about their first training mission. They had all had their own experiences of near death experiences, hard fought battles that they survived due to luck rather than skill. After all, luck is surely a soldiers best friend? An enemies gun jamming at the right moment or a sudden breeze to make a bullet trajectory change just enough to miss your head. Rob had his own number of lucky escapes and now working for Rainbow he knew that he would need Lady Luck on his side once again if he and the others were all to survive. This training mission was Rainbow's way of minimising the need for luck because eventually, everyones luck runs out.

After having a brief walk around Rob approached the small group that began forming, spotting Franklin amongst them. "Hey guys," he said before glancing down at his watch. "I expect we'll be starting soon. The names Rob but they've assigned me the callsign Ghost." He raised two fingers to the side of his head and gave a slack salute as a greeting to each of the group.

@LetMeDoStuff@Lady Selune@Liotrent@Sifter

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

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Current Song: Machine Head / Who We Are Play Here: ♫	Location: Club Aether Character Tags: @MissCapnCrunch@Almalthia

Leo had begun cutting at the lamb, the tender meat falling from from the bone to the plate below. Before Leo could respond to Dustynn's offer of help the door to his office swung open and in barged a group of suits with the band that Dustynn had pointed out earlier. Leo returned his attention to the meat and continued to cut it. He laughed as he spoke, finding the interruption to his quiet moment quite funny. "When did I hire you guys or do you just have an inability to read the staff only sign on the door?" He continued to laugh as the last few slices of meat landed on the plate. "I joke. I'm guessing something must be up for you to barge in here like this?" Before the intruders could answer his question Steve appeared from behind them, purposefully shoving aside the man who had been rude to him moments ago. As the man stumbled Steve smiled to himself. "Boss a fight has broken out downstairs. It's pretty serious and these idiots have called the cops." Leo rubbed at the bridge of his nose in frustration before looking back up at his security guard. "Well it's been a while since we had the police on site, but let's just do what we always have done. Put the call out and just make sure everyone has their ID bands on." Steve nodded and charged his way through the group in his way, back out of the office.

Leo placed the knife into the nearby sink and began to wash his hands, continuing to talk to group who had barged in. "What you need to know is that this bar is part of what is known locally as The Run. Back in this nineties this place was a free for all, fights happened daily and it really wasn't a nice place. Between myself and a few of the other owners we introduced a new security system. The entire run is covered by high definition facial recognition CCTV. Add in the fact that we have security that make you guys look like hobbits and well..." Leo picked up a nearby towel to dry his hands and turned to approach the group, exuding his calmness to all, "...we always sort out things for the police so they only have to come and pick up those that cause trouble. We even have our own drunk tank." Leo threw the towel onto a nearby table and stopped his approach to the group less than a metre away. "So it is unfortunate that you have called the police because now they will come down here in numbers and lock up a load of innocent people." Leo smirked. "I assume you're in here because you want protection, but why on earth should I protect a bunch of prima donna celebrities who would throw the public under the bus to save their own asses?"

Leo glared at the security detail who Steve had shoved out of the way before his smile returned to his face. "You're lucky i'm not a complete cunt. The band can stay in here until the police arrive, but I want you knuckle draggers to wait outside. Any objections and i'll have my guys remove you and you can fend for yourselves." Turning his attention from the oaf to the nearby man with long blonde hair, Leo carried on. "I'd rather not have my club known as the place you guys got a kicking but at the same time, I don't appreciate the rudeness of thinking you can just barge your way in here because you're supposedly famous. That honestly means nothing to me. People are people no matter their pay cheque. So feel free to take a seat on the couch over there..." Leo pointed to the large sofa in front of his wide screen TV, "...and i'll dish you guys some food."

Leo turned and began to walk over towards Dustynn before turning his head back towards the long blonde haired man. "Now please...have your guys wait outside." With a few more steps Leo was directly in front of Dustyn and he took her hands in his. "I really am sorry about this...i'm just glad you're here and not downstairs." Leo lowered his head as he thought of the bar staff downstairs, hoping that they were all safe. They all meant so much to him as many of them had been there since the clubs inception. He had faith that Steve and the other security guards would be more than able to take care of them. Raising his head he looked at Dustynn with a sincerity matched only by his words. "I'll make it up to you...I promise." He leant in to kiss her once more before he started to make up an additional few plates of food for the uninvited guests.

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^{Meanwhile...outside of the office...}

Character Tags: @Alex_The_Great@PrinceAlexus@King Tai@Conscripts@FloriCello@Pilatus@Rodiak@Majoras End@Zaxter996@King Tai@Silver Fox

Outside the office Steve had made his way downstairs, putting out a call across The Runs radio network. The network linked all security guards together in case of emergencies such as this. "Guy's we have trouble at Aether, the cops have been called so I need you all to get here now. Make sure you are all wearing your ID badges because they'll pick up anyone who isn't staff." The ID's Steve referenced was something The Run had brought in. Illuminous yellow bands wrapped around the bicep that provided an ID number and a photo along with other details, clearly identified the security of the location. "We've all been waiting for this for a while...let's have a bit of fun." The lack of action over the previous months frustrated The Run's security, so the escalating brawl provided them with the opportunity to showcase their talents. Within minutes a group of ten men, each built like a tank and standing well over six foot entered the club. Met by a smiling Steve they all stretched out their limbs before charging into the fray on his signal. Moments later people found themselves being flung in every direction as the small group of security guards began to go to work. Steve laughed to himself as he threw one small man who was throwing punches a clear ten foot towards the door. "I've missed this shit."

Warhammer 40k: Challanges of Chaos.

Delayed until tomorrow sorry.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

Apologies, something came up so will be posting tomorrow now.