DriveEMOut

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

Honestly, I have no clue.
@ineffable

Mitzuki Manor (Closed)

Name: Aaren Kurstein

Nationality: English

Age: 18

Favourite Food: Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, surprisingly.

Hobbies:
Playing Video Games
Watching Horror Films

Likes:
Horror Films, even bad ones.
Role-Playing Games.

Dislikes:
Sports. All of 'em.
Fish and Chips.

Minor Special Ability: He's fast. Like, a bit more than normal. He doesn't try running much.

Bio: Aaren has had a, um, special life. Getting passed on by foster home to foster home, he never really fit in. All he had was his collection of horror films, what measly cash he had in his wallet, and his small stack of Role-Playing Video Games. Eventually he had gone through almost every foster home in London, and he was sick of it. Constantly getting teased and rejected, it messed with his mind. He boarded a plane to somewhere, anywhere but London. He eventually ended up in Whatchamacallit, the home of Misfit Toys. Nah, he ended up at this godforsaken manor. Hey, at least he has his games and movies. And he's been saving up! He can get Dark Souls! Oh yeah, he kinda got accepted here, so he stayed and wandered through the grounds until he found a room that was empty, with a TV!

Mitzuki Manor (Closed)

Name: Aaren Kurstein

Nationality: English

Age: 16

Favourite Food: Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, surprisingly.

Hobbies:
Playing Video Games
Watching Horror Films

Likes:
Horror Films, even bad ones.
Role-Playing Games.

Dislikes:
Sports. All of 'em.
Fish and Chips.

Minor Special Ability: He's fast. Like, a bit more than normal. He doesn't try running much.

Bio: Aaren has had a, um, special life. Getting passed on by foster home to foster home, he never really fit in. All he had was his collection of horror films, what measly cash he had in his wallet, and his small stack of Role-Playing Video Games. Eventually he had gone through almost every foster home in London, and he was sick of it. Constantly getting teased and rejected, it messed with his mind. He boarded a plane to somewhere, anywhere but London. He eventually ended up in Whatchamacallit, the home of Misfit Toys. Nah, he ended up at this godforsaken manor. Hey, at least he has his games and movies. And he's been saving up! He can get Dark Souls! Oh yeah, he kinda got accepted here, so he stayed and wandered through the grounds until he found a room that was empty, with a TV!

Find the blender, damn it! {Always Open}

Jesper turned to the dragon. "Alright. How about you let our friend go, without freeing the other dragons, Larry?" His voice was filled with reason and sincerity. "None of us would want to hurt you, and I'm sure the lab workers will start to enforce more humane rules. If not? Well, I'll blow their brains against a wall." He gestured to the sub machine gun, slung across his back. (Or in his hand, if it doesn't have a strap.)

Grim's improv adventure story one sentence at a time(no rules) any one can join

Ramen, his favorite snack.

Discovery- character development rp

"Yo! You unscientific bastards! Quit fighting or I'll shoot my friend into your brain." He drew out a silver bolt and aimed it at the shapeshifters. "Now, how about both of you quit fighting and turn back into humans? I'm sure we can work something out." He sneered at the pair, clearly disgusted. "And by god, put clothes on as soon as you do."
@WeepingHollows@Rusalka

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

"Hey. Good to see you." He dug his fork into his salad, and took a quick bite. "This salad's good. Usually they don't put enough dressing. They nailed it this time." He stood up and walked to a waste bin, and tossed the empty container in. "So, what do you want to do first?" He said, counting the coins in his pockets.
@ineffable

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

@bloonewb
Accepted. Your character is interesting, even if she is leaning towards one side. A person who isn't really on either is new to me.

Discovery- character development rp

@Rusalka
"Bugger off, you old hag." Jack said, stubborn, but then cleared his throat. "It's a'ight." His crossbow was still slung across his shoulder. As the hallway got darker, his eye glowed again. "Oh, shit. There's something nearby." He unslung the crossbow. "This is why you sorry blokes need weapons. I don't think you can handle a fight with what I'm looking for without one."

This Reeks of Havoc (Apocalyptic Rp, Possibly Gore)

@sharksama
I edited his personality to add some more in. Is he good?