Dondude

"Broken Souls" - Zombie Survival (Closed)

"...You seem to know your way around here, you know any fast routes out of here?" As he finished, he pulled out his knife and held it out, hilt-first, to the boy. "You look like you could use a tool," nodding at the free hanging knife at the boys side...

Bobby flinched at the sudden movement of Tony's hand, assuming the worst; but was surprised to realize it was a kind gesture, as the gruff man held out the knife, the "pointy-end" facing away from him. What... what kind of trick is this? Bobby thought, unfamiliar with anyone holding a weapon towards him the wrong way. What is the meaning of this gesture... this man doesn't even know me. Tony shook it slightly, starting to grow a little more impatient at Bobby's hesitance, trying to kindly telegraph that he needed to hurry.

"Now come on, let's go."

Bobby took the knife, taking a slight moment to admire how sharp and pristine it was. The man clearly was familiar with maintaining such weapons... and it only reminded the boy of what a dangerous man he was about to join parties with. Bobby points to the forward-most sewer tunnel, and begins a light jog in its direction. "About five hundred feet this way, we should come to a manhole leading to a less... eh. Crowded part of town." Bobby winces nervously, hearing the stompings of Raiders growing closer, and the volume was growing exponentially. He waves Tony on, quickening his pace. "Stick to the walls!"

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Antwon just stared at the monotone girl, unable to suppress a wry grin, soon accompanied by an involuntary tuh and the shaking of his head. Is this thing even human?, Ant thought.

"Ehmmm... no. No, not very much actually. Sorry Ms. Sigma-Alpha-599-0100, but some things can't be learned from a factory-printed manuscript." He looked around, hoping for some sentiment. Or maybe they really didn't mind beating each other senseless for the chance to lead... without even knowing why. Ant continues speaking as he marches past the group straight through the middle, heading off to a raised pillar in a nearby corner. "I, for one, would actually like to know their real intents before they send us off to die. I guess I shouldn't suspect anybody else finds any problems being tasked to risk our lives without any real answers?" Ant leaps up, and perches himself above, letting his legs dangle down the sides.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

conflict is fun!

@tancurasMy bad, didn't see your post by the time mine refreshed/posted.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

...With that... the two seniors left you all to yourselves.

"Hey, don't walk off! I have questions for you!

The two seemed to completely ignore Antwon, keeping a steady pace out of the room. Ant followed after them with an angry pace.

"HEY, I know you two can hear me! HEEEY!"

And then, they were gone. Antwon, now standing farther ahead of his peers, eyed up the rest of the 'Cadets', as referred to by their superiors as if they were a homogenous pack of helpless lab rats. Then, much to Ant's surprise, one of the mousier looking girls spoke up.

"Umm, I-I-I'm, uhh..." She was starting to stutter, which she knew was horrible for first impressions. She mentally punched herself in the face, and continued, "... I'm Elora Liu'un. I pilot the F-Framewerk XJ9-RSU, or Rilus as I call it, the d-data collector. P-Pleased to meet you." She made a deep bow once she finished speaking.

Antwon sighed audibly, but controlled himself. He could tell she was way out of her element, but had at least the courage to speak first despite a crippling social anxiety. "So polite. Hope you're less timid in your suit." Then, addressing the rest of the group, "My name is Antwon. And I don't know about the rest of you, but I think some explanations are in order."

Demon Swords or Escaped Experiments Ideas

Interested in both ideas, they sound like really fun, high-energy concepts with plenty of opportunities for interesting group dynamics and events. I am down for either honestly but my vote is currently for the second. The only thing is that both concepts are really dependent on the functionality of the team; if everybody wants to be an indestructible god (which is what people tend to lean towards, and more applicable to the first choice) it makes things less interesting.

EDIT: really can't decide! I will admit the first option sounds like a good deal of fun.

Hell On Earth: A DC Comics Inspired RP [Interest Check]

Interested! So I'm assuming we're all forming together to form a sort of last-ditch league of our own? Would be cool to be more of the kind of jaded, anti-hero, middling power level misfits as opposed to the demigods of superman and green lantern.

A Merc's Paradise

eh, count me out for now. Looks like we have two pilots now.

A Merc's Paradise

Looks like you're in serious need of a support member. Adding my CS now, but I will probably add a bit more to this some point tomorrow.

Garth

Name: Garth Montgomery

Age: 24

Gender: Male



Personality: Garth is more of a lofty dreamer than an actual doer. If he had a say in the matter, he would be quite content if he could laze about on a tropical planet for the rest of his days; even as the rest of the universe crumbles. Unfortunately, that requires quite a lot of cash. And that is exactly what Garth is seeking, first and foremost.

Strengths: Garth is a naturally gifted pilot, and seems to pick up on vehicles as if they were second nature (be it as big as a battleship cruiser, or as small as a hoverboard). This tends to be rather infuriating to actual engineers, considering Garth knows next to nothing about their actual construction or their intricate machinery. Furthermore, Garth is also quite capable as a medic when given the proper tools.

Weaknesses: He has next to no experience in combat, and as such, combat skills would be considered "average" at best. He's a decent backup shot with a laser pistol if the time calls for it, but don't expect him to risk his life in the crossfire unless the situation is dire/he's already in the thick of it. And if somebody comes charging with a photon axe, you best expect him to run with his tail between his legs.

Equipment(Include any droid, weapon and armour you may have)

Biography(One paragraph detailing the character's past): Something along the lines of studying to become a doctor, then discovering his innate talent with vehicles (again, I'll have more details probably by tomorrow).

Romance: Yes, straight

"Broken Souls" - Zombie Survival (Closed)

"My name's Anthony, but you can just call me Tony." Tony grinned at Bobby, but it was only having the opposite effect than his intentions, looking even more manic while being still covered in blood. Damn straight you look like a psycho... Bobby thought.

"My name's Bobby." His ears perked up at the small but numerous pitter patters of flighty footfalls, alongside faint hollering. Still distant, but there nonetheless. "And actually, we have to move, like. Uh. Now."

"Broken Souls" - Zombie Survival (Closed)

"So, coming or not?" Anthony asked, "Cause looking at you, I think you could use a partner."

The man reloaded his pistol, and he was making Bobby exceedingly nervous. He seemed to have no regard for how much noise he's been making, or how such noise attracted the raiders in droves, having just as much of a death wish as their friends. And even more concerning was how nonchalant the man was at having killed several people... crazed or not. Was the Overground truly so awful as to turn people as such?

Or was this guy even more insane than he presumed? He seemed to have a good handle of protecting himself, but for all he knew he'd use him as bait or start banging pots and pans together like a madman, as all evidence was starting to lead. But Bobby knew he would have to make the upward journey sooner rather than later, and this was probably his best ticket.

Only now did Bobby realize he was musing silently to himself, leaving the man staring at him impatiently. "I, uhh... okay. But one condition." In the time of half a second, Bobby released a rock in the direction of one of the corpses ten feet away, leaving a large indent in his skull. Bobby points at his craftiwork. "I have a no touch policy. ALSO! I'm a, uh... black belt in Tai Kwon Do. So. Yeah. Watch yourself."