DR_TRAPEZOID

A Town on the Edge of Nowhere- Paranormal/ Horror RP

Hopefully you still have room for me, this is far too interesting to pass up.

U.A.U.

So, quick question about the RP. How do you feel about swearing? I had planned for my character to be rather swear heavy, but I can change that if you'd rather keep it cleaner.

U.A.U.

Bernie sat still for the duration of the ride, not opening his mouth, save to whistle and hum a few tunes before being rudely shut up by the armed guards. Though his days of getting demoted, he had dealt with rides like these quite a bit- though the trip for the higher ranks had been admittedly much nicer. Still he tried nit to think about those days too much, it only made him want to light up, which was never really a good idea.

Bernie looked to the guards now, actually taking the time to study them. Though armed with the regular weapons that one might expect on military personnel, their guns were tucked away. Instead, both held in their arms a single fire extinguisher, should there be an incident on the ride. Though he did feel a bit insulted, Bernie couldn't really blame them. After all, he doubted anyone had sprung on the offer to transport a man who lights on fire when agitated. One kept a stern expression- clearly experienced and professional, but the fear was plain to smell on the other one. A new recruit, obviously. The thought of toying with him danced around his mind for a moment, but was dismissed quickly. That would end only in regret and fire.

So, he maintained the stone cold stare he wore like a mask, until they hit a large bump, that sent him rocketing up to the roof, before a sturdy arm came down and restrained him. "I don't suppose they will let you talk to me, will they?" Bernie asked the sterner looking guard, only to be met with a steely silence. "I figured as much. You know, I think I remember you. Yeah, weren't you transporting me in one of the higher up facilities. Yeah, private... What is it again?" He asked, before remembering. "Private Burns! Yeah, that's right. Burns back on burn duty. Nice to catch up, see you're as warm and open as ever." Bernie said, keeping his voice a disturbing monotone. .

"We have been ordered to not interact with you in any way. Direct orders." The stern man said, breaking his iron gaze for the slightest moment as he looked over at Bernie. Bernie raised his hands before returning to the strict pose he usually sat in. Keeping himself disciplined had always helped with the fire predicament, and so he always practiced such actions.

In no time (about four hours) the car skidded to a rough stop. He was shoved out, though he didn't notice much. He was too busy looking around. Naturally, this wasn't impressive to him, he had seen much bigger in his days. Still, he made sure to get a good look around, in a way, he was casing the place, making sure he knew where to go. Before he could go out to find his way to someone who knew where he hell he was supposed to go, he was stopped by a man wearing a rather out of place reflective safety vest. The man handed him a few papers, and spent a couple of minutes detailing the locations of various fire alarms, smoke detectors, and fire extinguishers, so he would know exactly which way to run, should he have an 'incident'.

As the man began to walk away, Bernie took a good look at the papers. "Woah, woah, woah, man. Is this really necessary? Last time I checked, this is about twice of what standards call for! I get that I have a problem, but seriously?" he asked, a bit insulted.

"I don't make the rules, kid. If HQ says we need it, then we need it. Anyways, I would call lighting yourself on fire to be a bit more than just a problem." The man said, clearly on edge, before he began hurriedly limping away, clutching his clipboard tightly to his chest.

"Wait a minute! I wasn't done with- ah, whatever...", Bernie muttered, waving his hand in disgust. He looked down at his hands for a quick second. "I make one helluva monster..." He muttered, truly sad and disappointed in himself. Before any fiery thoughts crept into his mind, he took his mind off of the subject by thinking happy thoughts- puppies, lemonade, burning buildi- Oh dammit. He quickly dismissed that thought, and walked with a brisk pace towards the first guy who looked like he knew what was going on.

As he was about to confront the fine gentleman, he spied from the corner of his eye a door. Normally, this wouldn't have caught his eye, but this was quite the special door. On the door, He could read the name Baha, and really, who else had that name? So, he turned abruptly, heading that way, to save himself the embarrassment of having to ask some stranger about it. He quickly slipped through the doors, taking note of the other names, before silently sliding the door closed again.

Once more, he had been left rather unimpressed by the place, a simple room with no surprises. He took note of the large pile of identical uniforms that lay piled neatly, something he guessed had not been provided to the others. Hilarious. Without dwelling on it, he stepped into the bathroom to take care of long overdue business, only to be met with a wall lined with fire extinguishers. He took a minute, staring at the red cylindars, before he turned away, taking a deep breath. They had to be messing with him now. With a heavy sigh, he walked out of the room, not wanting to waste time thinking about that blunt jab. He remembered seeing one of the living quarters doors open, so thought he would check there.

Bernie looked in, leaning on the doorframe. He scanned through the room, spotting no one but the man sitting on the bed, tossing a bouncy ball. Bernie cleated his throat to catch his attention. "Hey kid, how's it goin'?" I get the feeling that you and me are going to have to get real close, real quick. The names Bernie. You?" He asked simply. Though he was still young, his voice was gruff and aged. Years of smoke inhalation had given his voice the gritty flavor that it carried, making him sound far more intimidating that he tried.

U.A.U.

Oh crap, this is happening. I meant to post earlier, but never got around to it. Wow, I am so sorry. I'll get something up ASAP.

Dungeon Keepers

Ifrit looked up to his master, startled by the sudden appearance. Though he had been unable to lull himself to sleep, he had fallen into a trance-like state of rest as he waited to reenter the world of the living. As the slight glow pierced through the murky blackness that surrounded him, he shook off the grip of that state. He felt a strange chill run through his body suddenly, as he was jerked back into his living body. The heavy form immediately crashed to the ground, shuddering the small chamber. As he slowly stood up, he flexed his obsidian muscles, glad to have been restored to his former glory.

As Ifrit regained his senses, he realized the smog that filled his chamber. Though it would be lethal to most mortal creatures, he took a deep breath of the smoke, feeling reinvigorated if anything. "Yes, this will do nicely." He replied. At the second inquiry, a deep laughter filled the smoke filled room. The smoke began to drain from the room, being absorbed into the cracks in Ifrits skin. "Yes. I do have a slight passion for savagery. What do I need to kill?" He asked, a malicious glint in his fiery eyes. As he spoke, he flexed his claws, the sharp talons scraping loudly against the rocky floor, leaving a rather large scratch.

Fallout: New Vegas RP

I think that Robeatics has the right idea, but maybe that's just me.

Also, dibs on that one asshole with charisma up the wazoo.

Fallout: New Vegas RP

Just bought New Vegas, and am loving it so far. Count me in-

U.A.U.

'You know, once you get past the excruciating pain, being lit on fire isn't all that bad. It's soothing, kinda like a sauna.'

Name:
Bernie K. Baha

Appearance:
Bernie is of average stature, standing at 5'10", and weighing about 135 lbs. He is not especially muscular, but he also isn't out of shape. He usually wears cheap t-shirts and jeans, not really caring much about style. He does wear a fireproofed military cap which is very special to him.

Personality:
Though at one point, Bernie was a lighthearted joking man, he has become rather robotic over time. So as to not accidentally set of his ability, he is often seen with a blank look on his face.

Ability:
When Bernie feels any form of emotion that is too strong, whether it be happiness, sadness, anger, etc., he spontaneously combusts. The fire is entirely real, and behaves like it should, including burning Bernies flesh off, but after the process Bernie miraculously recovers via some advanced healing. This healing will not work with any other kind of wound, even fire damage inflicted outside of his ability.

Strengths:
32 years of lighting himself on fire have given him some degree of control over his ability. Though he can't switch it on and off, he can usually manage to flail his burning body in some general direction that he wants it to go. Also, he has learned to tell when he is about to combust, but usually he can only react about three or four seconds before it happens. Outside of his powers, he is fairly well rounded, being decent at just about everything you might need on a battlefield (running, punching things, shooting, etc.) but not especially good at anything. He does show a bit of passion for guns, being able to assemble and disassemble them rather quickly. He loves to talk about guns, but sometimes gets a bit worked up when talking about them, and combusts.

Weaknesses:
Being lit on fire hurts. A lot. Sometimes he says that it's no big deal, but it's pretty serious. Also, it usually takes quite awhile for him to heal back from his burns. He tries to stay away from people a lot, so as to not burn them down, which makes him lonely a lot. He has very little control over his emotions, so often bursts into fire when he doesn't want to.

History:
Bernie has had his power for as long as he could remember. Unfortunately, this resulted in the fire that burnt his house down, while his parents were inside. He was moved to live with his aunt and uncle, only to burn their houses down as well. For quite some time during his activity as a vagrant, he worked with guns- he had been staying with a cousin, the one person who he was able to stay with for more than a few months. His cousin worked at a gun range, and often took Bernie with him. Shooting things took the edge off of his emotional scarring.

For years, he went from place to place, burning down the livelihoods of everyone he got close to. As one can assume, this wasn't the best for his ego. He took to the streets, but was quickly arrested for arson, more times than he would prefer to say. At one point he was thrown in an asylum, before the government realized he was a mutant. With no hesitation, he was thrown into combat with some of the more useful mutants, as he had been pretending to have total control over the power. But, it wasn't long before they realized what a stupid power he had, and branded him Useless.

U.A.U.

Hm. Right now I am struggling to decide between my fire guy, or a guy who is incapable of interacting in any way with artificial floors. Which would you suggest?

Horror in Paradise

I might not be posting for awhile. I'm currently at a wedding, so my posting capabilities are limited...