Jeeesus 7 stepfathers?! Do people even bother getting married that many times? XD
Both accepted. Will try to get mine up if the site will finally allow it.. First time I've been able to get on all day. -.-
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STATUS: They're marathoning Power Rangers on Twitch. I'm geeking out so hard rn! 8 yrs ago
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They're marathoning Power Rangers on Twitch. I'm geeking out so hard rn!
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So I might be killed by a tornado. It's pretty lit in this basement tho
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@The Spectre I fail to see how that is any different. You just described all the things people do with their racist "jokes." Sounds pretty hypocritical to me.
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Does the "Grow a thicker skin." thing not apply to talking shit about people voting for a different candidate?
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No it wasn't directed at anyone I was speaking genrally.
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"Jesus fucking Christ...." Just like Ishmael had predicted the shit had hit the fan really fast. Within seconds a horde of those flesh-eatig crazies were descending on the bridge and everything on it went to chaos. He could only scoff when he saw the police officers scurrying away from the scene with their tails between their legs.
"Typical." He said grabbing the revolver by his side and taking a view of his surroundings. Everything was going to shit and there was no way he was getting his car of this godforsaken freeway. It broke his heart but he'd have to leave the old girl. His car was the only thing worthwhile he had in his life but clinging to it now would only get him killed. Without so much as a second thought he grabbed his tool box and bag and bolted out the vehicle merely seconds before the car originally in front of him backed right into it. He felt his heart break again but he kept on moving.
It was truly madness. People were fighting and killing each other while they fled trying to take advantage of each other. Shit it was like he was back home again. As soon as he thought this a silver gleam caught the corner of his eye and barely moved out of the way of an incoming knife. His assailant tried to lunge at him again but his instincts were way too fast. Without even thinking he swung the toolbox in his left hand braining his attacker right in the forehead. The man fell over, his head leaking a copious amount of blood. Looking down at the man he recognized the face of the guy whose car he had just fixed not that long ago, the one who gave him the money. The son of a bitch had a family and he risked his life coming at him with a damn knife. Adrenaline still going through his veins.Ishmael yelled as he backed away from the man's body "The fuck you make me do that for?"
He didn't wait for a response, didn't bother to check if the man was still breathing he just ran, same as everyone else. The amount of the "crazies" was getting higher by the second as they attacked more and more people. He was doing his best to avoid them while he looked for an escape, while he did this his eye caught a child wearing a school uniform ducking through the crowd. She looked like she was on her own, no parents or anything. Why did he have to see her? Now there was no way his conscience was going to let him ignore her This being a better. person thing was really starting to suck "Hey kid wait up!"
"Typical." He said grabbing the revolver by his side and taking a view of his surroundings. Everything was going to shit and there was no way he was getting his car of this godforsaken freeway. It broke his heart but he'd have to leave the old girl. His car was the only thing worthwhile he had in his life but clinging to it now would only get him killed. Without so much as a second thought he grabbed his tool box and bag and bolted out the vehicle merely seconds before the car originally in front of him backed right into it. He felt his heart break again but he kept on moving.
It was truly madness. People were fighting and killing each other while they fled trying to take advantage of each other. Shit it was like he was back home again. As soon as he thought this a silver gleam caught the corner of his eye and barely moved out of the way of an incoming knife. His assailant tried to lunge at him again but his instincts were way too fast. Without even thinking he swung the toolbox in his left hand braining his attacker right in the forehead. The man fell over, his head leaking a copious amount of blood. Looking down at the man he recognized the face of the guy whose car he had just fixed not that long ago, the one who gave him the money. The son of a bitch had a family and he risked his life coming at him with a damn knife. Adrenaline still going through his veins.Ishmael yelled as he backed away from the man's body "The fuck you make me do that for?"
He didn't wait for a response, didn't bother to check if the man was still breathing he just ran, same as everyone else. The amount of the "crazies" was getting higher by the second as they attacked more and more people. He was doing his best to avoid them while he looked for an escape, while he did this his eye caught a child wearing a school uniform ducking through the crowd. She looked like she was on her own, no parents or anything. Why did he have to see her? Now there was no way his conscience was going to let him ignore her This being a better. person thing was really starting to suck "Hey kid wait up!"
It started like an ordinary winter's day. The snow had started light at first so despite the overwhelming displeasure of the students, the Superintendent of the Olden school district called it a school day. Begrudgingly students drag themselves through the cold and snow to get to school. The day goes by relatively normally, filled with classes and teenage drama thats generally custom for a daily basis. Eventually the day is over and many manage make it through it the day relatively in one piece. Most people are rushing to get off school grounds as fast as possible but for whatever reasons you have those some that lag behind Be it for clubs or other such after school activities. Unfortunately today they find themselves sticking around just a bit too long. The light snowfall that they said was only minor has erupted into a full blown blizzard and effectively traps all those remaining in the building. You are unfortunately one of those poor souls. Trapped inside by the snow and the blizzard only passing according to the best cast scenario in a full day's time.. There's no teachers, no faculty, no adult supervision whatsoever in the way to help ,or hold back a bunch of wild teenagers from doing all the things teenagers do.
Have fun, and try not to kill each other.
Intro is lame. Its my first time doing an rp like this so bear with me XD Basically this is sorta-kinda like a regular highschool rp with the exception that you're literally stuck inside the school due to a blizzard.and focuses on the interactions of the students stuck inside and how they react and respond to the situation. and the dramtic situations that occur ad such
RULES
--I'm cool with swearing. It's high school and there are no adults around. It adds to the realism.
-Romance is encouraged but keep everything in thread PG-16 take anything else to PM's
-Just in case I need to clarify this is a regular highschool. No half-demons or kitsunes please -.-
- As I said this character-driven so I'm fine with people building scenarios themselves but please check with me first.
Here's the school just imagine it more covered in snow.
Name:
Age: (15-19)
Nickname(s): (Optional)
Clique: (What group do you belong to? Ex: Jocks, Cheerleader, Nerds, Hipsters etc.)
Appearance:: (Real Pics please)
Personality: (Can be TBR if you prefer)
Crush:
Relationship Status:
Hobbies/Interest:
Short Bio:
Other:
Have fun, and try not to kill each other.
Intro is lame. Its my first time doing an rp like this so bear with me XD Basically this is sorta-kinda like a regular highschool rp with the exception that you're literally stuck inside the school due to a blizzard.and focuses on the interactions of the students stuck inside and how they react and respond to the situation. and the dramtic situations that occur ad such
RULES
--I'm cool with swearing. It's high school and there are no adults around. It adds to the realism.
-Romance is encouraged but keep everything in thread PG-16 take anything else to PM's
-Just in case I need to clarify this is a regular highschool. No half-demons or kitsunes please -.-
- As I said this character-driven so I'm fine with people building scenarios themselves but please check with me first.
Here's the school just imagine it more covered in snow.
Name:
Age: (15-19)
Nickname(s): (Optional)
Clique: (What group do you belong to? Ex: Jocks, Cheerleader, Nerds, Hipsters etc.)
Appearance:: (Real Pics please)
Personality: (Can be TBR if you prefer)
Crush:
Relationship Status:
Hobbies/Interest:
Short Bio:
Other:
Ishmael almost dropped his cigar when he saw the man get shot shot down. His hand hovered near his glovebox warily. The gunshots had made him uneasy he guessed he wasn't quite used to them like he used to be. Hesitantly he opened the glovebox and removed his S&W 686 revolver Feeling the cool metal of the gun and texture of the grips on a gun after having not held one for so long filled him with a wild nostalgia. He shook the thought from his head and made sure the safety was on before laying it next to him. He wanted to be able to reach it in case something went down and he sure something was about to.
Looks like we're going with the first one!
Ishamel wiped his brow with his forearm as he breathed a sigh. Held his favorite cap by the brim as he did looking at the engine of the sedan he was looking over. "Turn it!" He yelled up to the driver and within seconds the engine roared to life, good as new. Breathing a relieved sigh, Ishmael closed the hood of the car and grabbed his toolbox as the middle-aged owner thanked him excessively and passed him a wad of bills as a reward. He didn't know if there was still value in the American dollar at present but the man seemed pretty insistent so he accepted it with a nod and wished the man and his family luck before returning to his idle 1968 Dodge Charger. Even though he had managed to fix the man's car it still didn't change the fact that they were all still stuck on the freeway. At the very least now he he didn't have to worry about being stuck behind a broken down car.
He had spent at least twenty minutes fixing that sedan and the traffic hadn't budged an inch. Up a ways from his car he could see some men getting into an argument. Just great now things were getting violent. His eyes trailed to the glovebox and he hesitated whether or not to open it and retrieve what was inside, but eventually decided against it. "Just in case..." He muttered to himself pulling out a Djarum Black cigar from his jacket pocket and lighting it with his cheap plastic lighter. The familiar taste of the clove cigar filled his mouth and he smoothly blew out a stream of smoke out side of his window. Hopefully the traffic would clear up soon.
He had spent at least twenty minutes fixing that sedan and the traffic hadn't budged an inch. Up a ways from his car he could see some men getting into an argument. Just great now things were getting violent. His eyes trailed to the glovebox and he hesitated whether or not to open it and retrieve what was inside, but eventually decided against it. "Just in case..." He muttered to himself pulling out a Djarum Black cigar from his jacket pocket and lighting it with his cheap plastic lighter. The familiar taste of the clove cigar filled his mouth and he smoothly blew out a stream of smoke out side of his window. Hopefully the traffic would clear up soon.
Name: Ishmael Rhodes "Yes that's my name. Yes I've heard all the jokes."
Age: 27
Occupation before the turn: Mechanic
Gender: Male
Image (NON-CARTOON IMAGES ONLY):
Appearance:Basically the picture except he's got a few scars in various places from his old running days.
Personality: Calm and generally kind individual but also quiet and reserved especially when in regards to his past. He doesn't take too kindly to people who question him about it or him in general. Very defensive and aggressive when threatened.
History: "I'm just an ordinary mechanic trying not to get eaten. Grew up in a bad neighborhood but that's all you need to know." (Revealed in rp)
Age: 27
Occupation before the turn: Mechanic
Gender: Male
Image (NON-CARTOON IMAGES ONLY):
Appearance:Basically the picture except he's got a few scars in various places from his old running days.
Personality: Calm and generally kind individual but also quiet and reserved especially when in regards to his past. He doesn't take too kindly to people who question him about it or him in general. Very defensive and aggressive when threatened.
History: "I'm just an ordinary mechanic trying not to get eaten. Grew up in a bad neighborhood but that's all you need to know." (Revealed in rp)
Sorry it took so long. Sites been wonky for me all day.
Name: Conan Trant
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Armor
Personality: Normally Solemn and stern unless enraged or challenged in a fight in which case he becomes violent and wild.
Bio: Originally from a war-torn land, Conan was literally born on a battlefield. When fighting had spilled into his village, His mother was forced to give birth to him right amidst the fighting. Fate had truly smiled on them that day, for the attackers were driven out and and the newly-born Conan and his mother were fortunate enough to survive the battle. His birth was seen a good omen and his mother named him after the chief deity of their people to mark this.
Conan lived with his mother in their village but it was anything but peaceful. He grew up seeing people he loved die on an almost weekly basis as war continued to wage across the land and everyday it seemed to get closer and closer to home. Most of the men had left to join in the fighting and this made Conan question the whereabouts of his father. His mother told him that his father was a mercenary from Analand who had fought in their land's war and had left with his company when they had pulled out of the conflict. Conan was always wary and skeptical of them since he had never met him but his mother was still lovestruck and she spoke of him highly and one day promised to take Conan from the war-stricken land to be with him. That promise never came to pass as the fighting broke out near their village again, razing it to the ground and claiming his mothers life. The village in ruins and surrounded by corpses Conan wept as he held his mother's body. After that he had no where to go. He traversed the land and continued to witness the acts brought about by its war, and instead of shying away he instead embraced it. War became his teacher and he learned everything it taught graciously. He became skilled in the art of the sword and fighting, as well as a tactician from watching the strategies preformed in his land's war.
When he was seventeen he finally afforded passage to Analand where through sheer luck he had met his long lost father, recognizing him by the pendant that his mother had given him before he left. The man trained him further and brought him into the mercenary business apart of the company he now headed, The Night Dogs.
Conan took to the mercenary life well, and when his father passed away from illness when he twenty he took command of the Night Dogs in his place. The Night Dogs were among the people contracted by the king to colonize the new continent as protection.
Other: Is known as The Wild Hound for his temperament when dealing with hostile enemies, and his relentless strategies. Wear a pendant that originally belonged to his mother until she gave to his father who in turn passed it to him on his deathbed. Has a bad reputation with pirates after his company destroyed a few crews at Shipwreck Cove.
Name: Conan Trant
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Armor
Personality: Normally Solemn and stern unless enraged or challenged in a fight in which case he becomes violent and wild.
Bio: Originally from a war-torn land, Conan was literally born on a battlefield. When fighting had spilled into his village, His mother was forced to give birth to him right amidst the fighting. Fate had truly smiled on them that day, for the attackers were driven out and and the newly-born Conan and his mother were fortunate enough to survive the battle. His birth was seen a good omen and his mother named him after the chief deity of their people to mark this.
Conan lived with his mother in their village but it was anything but peaceful. He grew up seeing people he loved die on an almost weekly basis as war continued to wage across the land and everyday it seemed to get closer and closer to home. Most of the men had left to join in the fighting and this made Conan question the whereabouts of his father. His mother told him that his father was a mercenary from Analand who had fought in their land's war and had left with his company when they had pulled out of the conflict. Conan was always wary and skeptical of them since he had never met him but his mother was still lovestruck and she spoke of him highly and one day promised to take Conan from the war-stricken land to be with him. That promise never came to pass as the fighting broke out near their village again, razing it to the ground and claiming his mothers life. The village in ruins and surrounded by corpses Conan wept as he held his mother's body. After that he had no where to go. He traversed the land and continued to witness the acts brought about by its war, and instead of shying away he instead embraced it. War became his teacher and he learned everything it taught graciously. He became skilled in the art of the sword and fighting, as well as a tactician from watching the strategies preformed in his land's war.
When he was seventeen he finally afforded passage to Analand where through sheer luck he had met his long lost father, recognizing him by the pendant that his mother had given him before he left. The man trained him further and brought him into the mercenary business apart of the company he now headed, The Night Dogs.
Conan took to the mercenary life well, and when his father passed away from illness when he twenty he took command of the Night Dogs in his place. The Night Dogs were among the people contracted by the king to colonize the new continent as protection.
Other: Is known as The Wild Hound for his temperament when dealing with hostile enemies, and his relentless strategies. Wear a pendant that originally belonged to his mother until she gave to his father who in turn passed it to him on his deathbed. Has a bad reputation with pirates after his company destroyed a few crews at Shipwreck Cove.
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