DR_TRAPEZOID

Dungeon Keepers

It's been quiet lately... did I really post so bad that I killed it?

Most Dangerous Game/Hostel/Human Hunting inspired RP

Polyphemus said
It'll be the Doc and Poly team!

Hm. We seem to run into each other a lot, don't we?
Or maybe that's normal, I'm still rather new to this particular site.

Steel Giants (Mecha Roleplay)

Mmmkay, I totally understand.
Thanks for pointing out my mistakes before denying me, to give me a chance to fix my CS like you did with everyone else. <3

Paint

I'm still here... I'm just honestly terrible at keeping up with RP'ing...

Most Dangerous Game/Hostel/Human Hunting inspired RP

I could find some interest in this...

Dungeon Keepers

Paterdomus... a place of wonder, a sight to be seen for anyone who didn't live there. Rich with history an culture, the ancient architecture was something of splendor. A light mist rolled over the city, cooling down the flagstones that paved their streets. The sun shone down upon them, cutting through the almost icy mist. Small groups of people walked through the wide white streets, laughter and chatter ringing through the air. It was a good day for all. The city of Paterdomus had been blessed with a wonderful victory against the Barbarian tribes.

However, not all was well. In the center of the town laid the extravagant cathedral, an anchor steadying the town from all foes. The light crept through the stained glass windows, creating elegant patterns on the tiles. A sweet scent filled the air, coming from the blossoms that crept up the walls via intertwining roads of emerald ivy. Beneath the light guise of peace created by the place, dark plans brewed under candlelight, as taboo topics were discussed.

Around a rich mahogany table sat a counsel of elder mages and priests, a gloomy topic drifting across the table. An elderly man spoke up, a beard intertwined with magical thread and designs. "By now we all must've felt the disturbance. Brother Ike is dead." He said simply, his raspy voice scratching to the surface of the conversation. "I'm sure that a few have even felt the presence of the creature- something with power beyond reasoning. Brother Ike was kind enough to mark him for us before his life was so wrongly extinguished. I fear that this beast may be something beyond even our powers.

"Nonsense! Even the 'Beast of Balor' was naught but a roadblock in our way! Through faith shall we find our victory!" Spoke a younger man, identified as a priest by his robes. The older magician shook his head, raising his voice. "No, fool. This war will not end so simply. Or have you not heard tales of The Infernal King?" He asked, as gasps filled the small room. Everyone had heard the fairly tales, but surely that was all that they were? "You can't seriously believe that a century old wizard intends to rise again and enslave the lands?" Asked the priest. Nervous murmurs scuttled about like frightened mice.

A clap of thunder rolled through the room, the elderly wizard now standing up, his chair laying awkwardly on the earthen floor. An image stood tall in the air, projected in place by a trace of magic. The image showed a beast of fire and smoke, raging through the forest, inscribed on a rotting piece of parchment. "Today we are plagued by none other than Ifrit, The Infernal Kings Last Scion. This is no fairly tale, nor a joke of any sort. We must strike quickly, lest he regain his full power." Said the wizard, before a full out uproar kicked up, noise echoing out into the streets.

All were silenced as a massive roar shook the building, a grim reminder of the storm to come. Those roars had been heard almost consistently for what seemed to be hours, periodically getting closer. It wouldn't be long until fire rained down upon their gates, and they needed to prepare. Already, horns sounded, and citizens scattered, running to get indoors, behind magical wards, and protection from higher powers. Already, the plumes of of fire could be seen ringing out over the hills. The chilled mist dissipated around the town, replaced by a magical smoke, the first of many wards being placed by the entourage of wizards, standing out in the pristine white town square.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down...

That's a really good idea, thanks. \
Also thanks, I really took all of the inspiration for this RP (including the title) from said nursery rhyme, I suppose you could call it.

Steel Giants (Mecha Roleplay)

BRANDT

Name:
Brandt Dahlbergh

Age:
35

Height:
5'11"

Weight:
210 lbs.

Background:
Drifter

Bio:
Born into the most noble and ancient house of Dahlbergh, nothing very interesting happened. Over the years, the Dahlbergh family has built up quite the reputation of battle prowess. The Swedish town in which they lived was a rather traditional one, keeping the old style of architecture and whatnot. There was a great respect for their family in their town, and it was well earned. Thanks to certain connections the family, they were capable of attaining their own CVF's, when they were sold to large corporations.

As Brandt grew older, and received his own Frame, he was trained to be the best in combat. Per his mothers request, his Frame was a custom one, perhaps one of the strongest there were, as far as armor went. With his frame, he joined a military group called the 'Sons of Scandinavia.' This massive ensemble of monstrous machines fought against the Prometheus movement, as did most of that region.

It is noteworthy that during a battle against the Prometheus movement, a terrible loss was suffered. Almost all of Brandts unit was taken out, and the rest of them were taken hostage, to expose weaknesses in the 'Sons of Scandinavia.' After enough ransoms were paid, and unfortunate secrets were pried out of tortured mouths, Brandt and three of his surviving unit had been released, mostly intact, other than a missing arm on Brandt.

However, some politician made some rather large mistakes in what they said, and soon the might of 'The Seaboard Frontier' was unleashed upon their army. It wasn't long before they were wiped off of the map, eliminating one of Europe's last CVF forces. Brandt escaped, fleeing to Midwestern Wasteland, where he has laid low for a few years.

Description:
As far as his actual appearance is, he is built in an extremely stocky manner, he may even be called overweight by a few. It's a bit hard to tell,as he wears many layers of clothing, with a trench coat above it.

HAZARD

Name:
Aegis Model PCH000 'Hazard' (The nickname hazard comes from the color scheme of the machine.)

Description:
The above four-legged mech is painted with a design of steely gray, accented by yellow-and-black striped tape, with large searchlights all over the Frame. The large pod atop the CVF is where the pilot is kept, behind layers of reinforced armor. It is about the size of a small apartment, and allows comfortable living.

Weight Class:

• Arms- He is armed with the massive X200 Gungnir Cannon. (4)


• Armor- His armor is extremely strong, no expense spared in safety. (10)


• Agility- A painfully slow frame, it is weighed down by the massive armor, as well as the fact that each leg moves almost independently. (1)

Weapons Descriptions:
Gungnir, The Holy Cannon-
This massive laser (placed in what appears to be the eye of the frame), fires a massive pulse of energy, a rather devastating blast of sheer power, enough to slice through tier 3 armor like butter. It takes a brief moment to charge, before firing the laser, similar to the Spartan Laser of the Halo franchise.

Steel Giants (Mecha Roleplay)

Would post CS, but sleep...

Steel Giants (Interest Check)

As all common sense and courtesy dictates I do, I would also like to extend my apologies, while sincerely accepting yours. I was, to put it lightly, being a rather pretentious prick myself. I honestly take these things too seriously.

Let this foolishness be done! Let the drink flow freely and the RP to be light-hearted and fun for all!

Also, good to know, about shotguns. I already made the character without one, and that solidifies my decision of not having one.