Drakeonis

Dead Island

Anyone interested in a Dead Island RP? Follow the basic premise of the series: People on a tropical Island resort wind up quarantined on the island when a zombie outbreak happens. Would take place on the island of Banoi like the original and would feature the same locations and infected types. As I'm not a huge fan of the original game's annoying plot, The main plot probably won't focus on it too much if at all, probably just be the survivors trying to find a way off the island with occasional sub-plots thrown in.

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The corners of Conan's mouth lifted into a small smirk as the beast lost its iron-like hide. The fact that it fled excited him even more Its whole body now a nice, vulnerable target just begging to be filled with arrows. "Aye, woman!" His voice barely containing his excitement. He planted himself firmly on the ground and took a deep breath, as removed one of his few remaining arrows from his quiver and drew back the bowstring. The warrior woman was right the monster would go down soon enough. The arrow flew whistled through the arrow and buried itself right into the creatures flesh. Just like hunting back in the wilds, the beast was no more than prey now and once again he felt the role of the hunter. "Go back to the hell you dragged yourself from, you wretch!" In rapid succession he launched off every single arrow he had at the creatures exposed points.

Young Justice; The Heroes of Today! [IC and OOC]

I'll join. Can't guarantee I'll have a character up before the weekend though.

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Conan nodded, arrow already notched and ready to fire. He was less than thrilled to be paired up with the cocky elf, but it would have to be done. "You heard the woman. Just make sure we stick to the plan, alright? I won't throw my life away for your glory." And with that he sprinted to the side of the beast, firing an arrow into its hind leg. Quickly he notched and fired another into the creature's back. If he didn't have the monster's attention before he was sure he had it now. "Over here you hellish beast!"

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Conan silently scoffed at Raffy. She was proving to be quite mouthy for a supposed thief. Still her plan did have a some merit and he couldn't exactly argue against it. He reached for his quiver and found it a lot lighter than he wished it to be. The rest of his arrows were sprinkled around their little battlefield, sticking out of the hounds. A few more shots were all he could afford in this fight. "Sounds like a plan to me, I've survived too much to die here at the hands of some mindless beast."

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Conan yanked free one of his arrows from the body of one of the hound creatures with a angered grunt. He growled as he saw the warrior go flying through the air before crashing through the roof of one of the houses. He made a run to the house Nariah crashed through, strafing the beast as he did. The beast bellowed as his hide was littered with arrows. Reaching the house he stood over Nariah before preparing another arrow. "You still breathing, woman?"

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Conan retrieved his steed, Runa from outside the gates of Vaele before following after the others. He didn't bring her into the village because the stubborn girl hated villages more than he did and he didn't want to risk her goring someone out of annoyance. Luckily for him she was as fast as any horse and they had caught up shortly after the rest arriving at the burned village. Still mounted, he removed his bow from his back and grabbed a arrow. Inhaling slowly, he pulled back on the drawstring lining the shot up as Runa galloped forward and just as he let the breath go, so did the arrow, whistling through the air until it landed right into the back of the head of one of the dog-monsters. Satisfied he hopped off and notched another arrow eager for more prey.

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Conan shrugged and chugged down the rest of his mead before standing up, throwing a few coins on the bar as he did. He was no stranger to monsters living out in the wilds as he did. Hunting such beasts was also part of his training after all. While they didn't look like much, he hoped his "companions" could at least handle themselves. Before walking out of the door he stopped in front of the boy as he was being led away by the wench. "Don't cry for them boy because they won't hear it. They are dead and gone and the sooner you come to terms with it, the sooner you can live your live." Without waiting for a reaction he pulled up his face mask and continued outside. He had no real opinion on his supposed comrades. He hadn't been around long enough to form one though it seemed they had already formed some of each other. When they handled this monster crisis he'd figure were he stood on them.

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The city of Vaele was hectic and full of life as Conan walked through her streets. The sounds of chatter from the people who lived there, the clanging of the blacksmith's hammer at his forge, the creaking of the wheels of carts. It was far too lively for his tastes. The sounds were so loud and unnatural that he could feel his mood souring the longer he was there. Living all those years in Hieledran's forests had left him unaccustomed to such noise and he longed to be back amongst the quiet, organic sounds of the forest. Unfortunately it would have to wait until this business with the strange letter was resolved though. If he was lucky it would be a joke and he could return and put Teacher's mind at ease. When she read the letter she insisted he go even though it was probably addressing her. But he respected the woman and owed her much, if she wanted him here he would go and face whatever darkness the letter talked about. He held the letter in his hand to check that he had the correct inn. "The Hearthstone Inn? How Creative." He scoffed to himself and stepped inside. The inn was mostly bare save for a few drunks at a table, a bard, and people at the bar. He was perceptive but he didn't even need to be to figure out that they were the ones he was looking for. They were armed for one thing and way too diverse to be good chums simply enjoying a drink for another. Rather than waste time he merely took a free seat at the bar and slapped his letter on the table before puling his face mask down and addressing the bar-wench. "Mead. Stronger the better."

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Appearance: Armor Name: Conan Nightwolfe Class: Ranger Skills/Magick: Conan was trained by one of the best Rangers in the land, making him skilled in many of their arts. He is an expert marksman be it with his bow or his knives. As a Ranger he was taught to live off the land and as such has also become skilled in tracking. He has an extensive knowledge of wild herbs and uses them to crafts salves and poisons. He has the ability to "tame" wild animals mostly hunters likened to the Rangers like falcons or wolves. Personality: Conan is the prime example of the hardened Ranger. He is cold and silent like the forest he treks, and ruthless like a hunter whenever he fights. His past and training have left him a hardened man leaving him incapable of thoughts of mercy and some off his actions might be perceived as downright cruel. Of course after living most of his life out in the wild he's very socially inept and when dealing with people he's blunt and straightforward. Brief Bio:

My Hider

Once the proud house of Tranton stood amongst the noble houses of Hieledran until it was betrayed by another rival house. The Tranton's castle was razed to the ground, all their land seized, and those of Tranton blood and all who served them were slain. All save for one boy, The youngest son of the Tranton Lord surviving because of the sacrifice of some of the families loyal retainers and a decoy body leaving the enemy house to believe the Tranton bloodline had been successfully destroyed. Alone the boy wandered cold and afraid through the forest searching for somewhere safe. But he was a child and noble-born he knew nothing of survival or how to fight. He almost met his end many times in that forest until he was found by a hardened huntress who lived alone in their depths. She initially paid the boy no mind, yet with nowhere else to go the boy followed her. After realizing he wasn't going away and perhaps softened to his pleas by her years of isolation, The Huntress took pity on him and took him under her wing and revealed to him that she was once a Ranger. She made it clear she would give him nothing but the knowledge of her craft. Everything else he would work for and find himself. And so began the boy's thirteen year tutelage under the former ranger. During learning everything of the craft and of the forest as he could. He lived in the wild and he learned how to survive in it, and the ranger's sometimes cruel lessons hardened and steeled him into a survivor. At the end of his training, due to his constant time in isolation in the wild and his constant struggle to survive. The boy had forgotten his own name, during his trainer had only called him 'boy' during his training, saying he would be worthy of a name when he had proved himself as a man. The scared noble boy was now a young man, and now one without a name to be called. The Ranger impressed with how far her student had come, gifted him a name upon his graduation. So the enemies of the Tranton got their wish and the last surviving heir of the Tranton had died, Conan Nightwolfe now born in his place.

Weapon(s): Bow, His Sword, and Throwing knives Equipment: Quiver, the ring of his house, pouch of herbs, jerky, flute used for taming, carving knife Other: Song his mentor taught him. He hums it occasionally