Dragonbud

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

Soooo...hows everyone been?

The Fate of Lucumbro

Hey guys sorry to do this so early into the rps life, but I just started my first year of college and I am worried I won't be able to find much time to roleplay. I figured it was more polite to drop out now then later when the action really starts.

The Wild Hunt MC [Werewolves, the 1960's, Bikers]

I've started on my character, but classes start tomorrow so I might be a bit slow. I might also wait to see some other sheets to get a good idea for my history

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@Orion If you find yourself in the bar where Morada is beating people up I could see us interacting lol

The Wild Hunt MC [Werewolves, the 1960's, Bikers]

Totally interested!

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

Meral Dandee

Meral watched with wide eyes and gaping jaw as Daedalus configured his weapons. Her mother had always told her that it was not polite to stare, but she couldn't help herself. The variety of weapons she got to see was one of the best perks of being a Huntress. Your weapon said a lot about you as a person, and Daedalus' weapon showed that he was super cool. At least in Meral's eyes.

She grinned, her eyes shining with renewed excitement after watching his weapons whirl and click into place, as she looked up at Daedalus. And she really had to look up. The man stood nearly two feet taller than her.

"I will be sorely disappointed if he doesn't throw me, at least one, at the Grimm"

Meral could barely contain her excitement as Daedalus placed his armored hand upon hers, enveloping it completely, supporting her team huddle.

And then the boy with blue hair began to check over his weapons, making sure everything was in order. The simple act of him spinning his weapon, and ejecting and catching his ammo, was enough to make Meral's already gaping jaw open even wider with amazement. Her eyes lit up again, no longer worried about being impolite by staring.

Meral offered, with the hand that wasn't currently at the bottom of a hand pile, a cheery thumbs up and a wink at the boy with blue hair. She then noticed that she had let go of her Pickaxe to give him a thumbs up. Meral's hand quickly reached back, forcing the girl to lean slightly back to grab the weapon before it clattered to the floor, at the expense of loosing her hat. Meral couldn't help but laugh at her own antics, her long hair tangled and messy from the extensive wear of her mining helmet.

After almost recovering from her mistake she turned back to the boy with blue hair. She could sense his nerves, he didn't seem like much of a talker. She wanted to reassure him without making him feel singled out, but she found it difficult with her general outgoing nature.

"Don't worry pal!" She said in a chipper tone. "These people just want to see something cool! And we are the coolest people around!" She blew a few stray hairs away from her face. "And besides! No one will be able to tell if we mess up! Just pretend that it's all part of the show!"

Raye had also joined the group, making his own attempts to show off with his weapons, which he succeeded in, before adding his hand to the pile. Meral had seen Raye fight before, but she couldn't quite know where. Maybe a combat class or competition? Her brain was far too excited by the task at hand to remember the details. It bothered her slightly the way he talked about how 'he' was gonna give them a show to remember. This was all about team work, if he hogged the spot light it would reflect poorly on his nation.

But she said nothing, not wanting to ruin his excitement.

Meral made eye contact with the blue haired boy and then looked down at the hand pile, and then back up at him. She waggled her eyebrows as if to say: "Come on man! No need to be shy! Tonight we are a team!

Her excitement continued to grow with each added hand to the pile. She hadn't expected the group to get along so easily. Her excitement, needing an outlet, caused Meral to start hopping up and down. She was feeling better and better about this mission.

In fact the group of Hunters and Huntresses around her was pleasantly diverse. All shapes and sizes and abilities. If they worked together and made an effective plan Meral knew that they would put on a great show.

Meral watched with a wide grin as the door to the cage was opened, wondering silently who would be walking through such a door. Her question was quickly answered when the entire group was pushed inside the cage, the door closing behind them. Meral nervously turned to the group.

"Uhh..."

She muttered before she started pumping her hand up and down.

"Three! Two! One! Go Team!"

A pretty weak chant, she had become too nervous to think of a better one. She then pulled her hand back, getting into a better combat position. But as the Mistress of Ceremonies began to introduce them Meral couldn't help but drop her temporary serious facade. She waved and smiled at the audience, really taking in the scale of what she was participating in.

In fact, she continued to ham it up for the crowd even as the Ursa entered the arena, and even when their magnetic cuffs were released. But Meral wasn't unaware, she was keeping her eye on the Ursa but was playing this more like a humorous act. She struck a few funny poses, flexed like a body builder, pretended to pick her nose, anything to get a reaction out of the crowd especially the children.

But she was ready, incase a Ursa was to get too close, to let loose with her Pick Axe. Except she had yet to reequip her helmet.

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

@Zugzwang Would you like us to wait on those who haven't posted yet to post, or can I go wild?

The Fate of Lucumbro

@Pink Snorlax Common themes between Mercenaries, money and head smashing! We are gonna get along just fine

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"Just another day on the job."

Morada grumbled through clenched teeth. She stood outside The Flopping Lightningfish, not that Morada could read the sign. A tavern filled with washed up fools and day drunks. Her least favorite kind of people. But the ale was good so she couldn't complain. Morada shoved the door open, causing it to swing against the adjacent wall. The bell above the door jingled cheerfully, contrasting sharply against the crash of the door. A barmaid with a plastered on smile, and cloth stuffed down her shirt, began to turn around to greet Morada. But as soon as she saw who, or what, was in the open door her smile quickly pressed into a hard line. Her eyes filled with fear.

Bright yellow eyes scanned over the crowded Tavern, those who were sober quickly looked away or appeared busy.

It didn't take Morada long to locate her target, sitting alone at the far end of the bar. He was a greasy looking human man, slicked back black hair with an ever present smirk on his face. Morada made her way down the bar, people eagerly moving to let the Half-Orc through. The man glanced up at Morada out of the corner of his eye, but made no reaction. Even as people around him were scrambling to move out of her way the man still looked confident.

"Oi." Morada finally spoke, her voice low and rough. "Pay up."

The man slowly turned his head upward, still smirking.

"I do believe that you have the wrong guy, Greenskin. And if I did owe money I certainly wouldn't trust it in your hands, so why don't you run back to whoever holds your leash and tell them to send someone more...civilized."

Morada saw red. Her upper lip curled up in a snarl as she moved with surprising speed for one her size. She grabbed, by the roots, a fist full of the mans hair. His expression turned, very quickly, from cockiness to fear. But it wasn't enough to satisfy Morada's rage.

With a roar Morada slammed the mans head, face first, into the bar. She pulled it back, only to slam it down a second time. She could hear his nose snap from the force, and the streaking and flying blood was a nice touch. On the third trip down Morada stopped this time, mere centimeters from the bar top. She felt him tense and brace for an impact that wasn't coming, and she smirked.

She leaned down next to his ear, smirking still.

"Hows abouts you pay early next month, and I won't have to find you again."

The man nodded feverishly, as far as he could nod with Morada still keeping her vice grip on his hair. Morada stood back up straight.

"Good." She grumbled, releasing her grip on his head and watching him smack face first into the bar.

As the man was still recovering from the beating, Morada tore his coin purse right off his belt.

"I'll be taking this. Thank you for your cooperation."

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@Kafka Komedy I have a post about ready to go, do you have a good name for a tavern?