"It was really close. I think i was lucky to have them shoot only my arm." She stated. And then his comment about a name had her scrambling. OH MY GOD!! YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN FREAKING NAME! she screeched mentally. 'calm down, calm down, maybe they won't even ask... or won't care?' Taking a breath, she combed her mind frantically, trying to change the subject. "Uh.. what exactly is the NCR?"
She moved towards him slowly, nodding. Then recoiling slightly as she made herself dizzy. "I'm good. Just need a little water and rest, and then i can be out of your hair.. and out.. to.. somewhere." Glancing at the other woman, she heaved a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. People who might be able to help.. Or at least Reese would. Because he was a doctor. But so was she.. right? RIGHT? OH GOD THINK OF A NAME A DAMN NAME NOW THINK!!! The image of the back of her dental floss drifted into her mind. "Crest." She blurted. "My name is Crest." OH MY GOD YOU IDIOT THAT'S NOT A NAME ITS A BRAND STUPID. But she couldn't think of anything else.. so.. Crest it was.
i dont try to fix it. the more i like a character, the worse their story becomes. They usually end up unhappy or missing a couple of limbs before i decide they've had enough and just let them live a semi-normal life. hahahaha
literally had a character one time who i tortured repeatedly. her only solace was books. Then i made her torturer take away her eyesight. *cackles*
i would totally be interested in Angst RP, so PM me if you want to put something together :D
Name: Elysia Martin Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Elysia has deep brown hair which she keeps in a pixie cut to keep it out of her way when she fights. She stands at an unimpressive 5'0" and weighs about 120 pounds. For her size she has impressive curves, and rather long arms. She looks more built to be the damsel in distress than a fighter at first glance. However, at second glance, she has an impressive amount of muscle for her small body. Personality: Elysia is the kind of person to challenge the status quo. She is a tomboy, and likes to get her hands dirty. Tends to drip sarcasm at others and tell them bluntly what she thinks of them without thinking of their feelings. Armour: Steel armor. Weapon: Elysia likes switch axes, currently wielding...
Attack:460 Special: Fire 80 Affinity: 0% Sharpness: Yellow/Green
Backstory: When she was born, she came down with a horrible disease. This disease basically caused her to be bedridden for six years of her life. From there, the doctors said the most she would ever do was walk with the help of crutches. Enfuriated by this fact, she practiced every day until she was able to walk un-aided. The doctors stated it was a medical miracle, but they doubted she would ever be able to do much but walk. For the rest of her young life, Elysia strove to prove them wrong, often submitting herself to some intense pains to do so. When she reached the age of ten, she was given a clean bill of health, which was surprising to everyone.
As she grew and learned the facts of the world, Elysia was happy with her life in her village. Until she turned thirteen. A monster burst into the village and started to destroy everything. Her mother put Elysia in the storm cellar, convincing her she would be back. Not convinced, Elysia tried to escape, only to get knocked out by a falling support beam. When Elysia came to, the monster was long gone and her entire village was destroyed. With her parents dead, Elysia vowed to become a hunter. She rode a train out of her hometown to a large village far away from her home. Here she found work, helping a blacksmith by shoveling coal all day. She soon learned the blacksmith was a retired hunter. She badgered him into training her to become a hunter. After a long hesitation, the man agreed. He became like a second family to her, and she was happy for many years. When she turned twenty two, the old man passed away in his sleep, leaving her his old Switch axe and iron armor. She vowed to get certified and become the best hunter the world had ever seen.
Other: Has had a dream of taming a monster since the day she was born. Each time she strikes down a monster, she thinks about it again. Even though they've killed so many people.. she can't help but think of how cool it would be to have a giant monster as a pet.
The woman blinked at the others, eyes lingering for a moment on the woman in the wheelchair. You didn't see that every day.. wait.. you didn't?? She squeezed her eyes together, again trying to jog her memory... but nothing.. only the void of nothing.
And then.. vault thirteen. Vault thirteen? The name sounded familair. but that was about it.
Blinking at the newly introduced Reese, the woman smiled. "Well.. most recently.. bandits." She tapped her head. "Before that though? Nothing. Blank slate." Might as well tell the truth. No point in hiding the fact she didn't know anything.. because it would surely come out in conversation sooner or later. Her eyes flicked up to the commotion by the vault and then back to Reese, a smirk stretching across her face. "I wish i was bad at bleeding. It would make the cuts heal a little faster.. clots and such." She stared at him intensely. "So.. where exactly is Vault thirteen located?" Maybe a bit more information about where she was would help?
@CloseEnough Sorry for the delay love, i was with family who randomly showed up hah.
Name: Elysia Martin Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Elysia has deep brown hair which she keeps in a pixie cut to keep it out of her way when she fights. She stands at an unimpressive 5'0" and weighs about 120 pounds. For her size she has impressive curves, and rather long arms. She looks more built to be the damsel in distress than a fighter at first glance. However, at second glance, she has an impressive amount of muscle for her small body. Personality: Elysia is the kind of person to challenge the status quo. She is a tomboy, and likes to get her hands dirty. Tends to drip sarcasm at others and tell them bluntly what she thinks of them without thinking of their feelings. Armour: Steel armor. Weapon: Elysia likes switch axes, currently wielding...
Attack:460 Special: Fire 80 Affinity: 0% Sharpness: Yellow/Green
Backstory: When she was born, she came down with a horrible disease. This disease basically caused her to be bedridden for six years of her life. From there, the doctors said the most she would ever do was walk with the help of crutches. Enfuriated by this fact, she practiced every day until she was able to walk un-aided. The doctors stated it was a medical miracle, but they doubted she would ever be able to do much but walk. For the rest of her young life, Elysia strove to prove them wrong, often submitting herself to some intense pains to do so. When she reached the age of ten, she was given a clean bill of health, which was surprising to everyone.
As she grew and learned the facts of the world, Elysia was happy with her life in her village. Until she turned thirteen. A monster burst into the village and started to destroy everything. Her mother put Elysia in the storm cellar, convincing her she would be back. Not convinced, Elysia tried to escape, only to get knocked out by a falling support beam. When Elysia came to, the monster was long gone and her entire village was destroyed. With her parents dead, Elysia vowed to become a hunter. She rode a train out of her hometown to a large village far away from her home. Here she found work, helping a blacksmith by shoveling coal all day. She soon learned the blacksmith was a retired hunter. She badgered him into training her to become a hunter. After a long hesitation, the man agreed. He became like a second family to her, and she was happy for many years. When she turned twenty two, the old man passed away in his sleep, leaving her his old Switch axe and iron armor. She vowed to get certified and become the best hunter the world had ever seen.
Other: Has had a dream of taming a monster since the day she was born. Each time she strikes down a monster, she thinks about it again. Even though they've killed so many people.. she can't help but think of how cool it would be to have a giant monster as a pet.
i find that a bit offensive. I actually deleted that emoticon in my secondary edit, i actually just finished it now, changed personality traits and such. (i sometimes miss things in my writing, sue me.)
anyways, i think you will find that it is perfectly fine now, there are no emoticons in his bio, and i will do a fine job of playing Shrubmarine.
Just because i made a single mistake doesn't mean i am a bad writer, it just means i had a bad idea. However, if you are still so convinced i am going to mess up the character, you can feel free to take him over.
I've been writing and Rping for 20+ years, i know what i am doing. If you still have a problem with it, then i will politely bow out of the entire Rp. Again, as i said, the emoticons were supposed to be a part of his bio because he is a rock and cannot show his emotions normally.
