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    1. EchoesofOld 9 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current Welp. Kinda left cause all the games I joined died off. Turns out I got that real bad RP itch. So...I guess I'm back. Hi guys.
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7 yrs ago
So apparently Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down is considered classic rock now...
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7 yrs ago
So there's a Pink Floyd Laser Show coming to town. Ahm gettin hyped. :D
7 yrs ago
Hmph. So all the RP's I'm in either died or I've lost interest in. Back to the drawing board, I suppose. Anyone has any suggestions, I'm game for just about anything at the Casual-Advanced level...
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7 yrs ago
Warframe has released an update with even bigger and meaner monsters to hunt. 10/10, would hunt again.
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Bio

Hi there! I'm Echoes of Old, and honored that you're choosing to waste your time in my tiny little corner of the internet.

I'm a long time RPer that got my start right here on this site WAAAY way back, dabbling in forum RPs here and there, on this site and others, before transitioning to Star Wars: The Old Republic, where I RPed primarily as Kyyrk-Xho Verros on the Ebon Hawk server (when I wasn't raiding or carrying my RPer-only friends through story content).

These days I spend most of my time working, playing Warframe, or RPing. Feel free to drop a message and say Hi, and happy writing out there!

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"C'mon, what's the worst that can happen? Not like they'd exile us to a forgotten isl--oh wait."

Personal Information


Name: Ashley "Ash" Wilson
Age: 22
Gender: Male



Appearance Information


Height: 6'1"
Weight: 200 Lbs (Approx)

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black

Physical Features:

On the skinny side, but athletic. Scar on his right cheek. Hair thick, but trimmed to rest above his ears and shirt collar. Bangs usually hang hand-brushed to the side. Hair messy at best, and being stranded on an island has not given incentive for a proper brushing. Usually carries himself upright and proud. Not terribly strong, but top notch endurance.

Clothing:

Ashley wears simple clothing. Two pair of jeans, two pair white t-shirts, a flannel button-up (red color), a black zip-up jacket, a pair of hiking boots, and a cheap water-proof wristwatch.



Psychological Information


Personality Traits:

Bitter | Scrounger | Sarcastic | Dreamer | Loyal

Ashley has a rather cynical view of the world, which caused his rebellion in the first place. He knows what he wants, and is willing to burn bridges to make it happen. Comes across as a bit rude to those he's unfamiliar with, and is more inclined to assist them only for personal benefit. Ashley is not entirely heartless, though. Loyal to a fault, and willing to go to great lengths for his friends. In his free time, he's far more concerned with fantasy than he is reality. as he puts it, "I deal with what is all day. I'd rather spend my nights wondering what could be." Ashley spends a fair amount of time tinkering, building, and finding parts for his contraptions in his free time, which ought translate well into trapping while on the island.

Likes:

Tinkering | Storytelling | Exploring | Reading

Dislikes:

Being told the "right" way to think | Sitting Idle | Having to Cook (not his fault he's bad at it) | Unnecessary Quarrels



History


Country, City:

Outside of New York City, New York

Dreams:

Ashley hoped to be a writer some day. But since he wasn't fond of the idea of merely writing government propaganda, he kept this trait on the down-low, looking for ways to escape to a freer world.

Skills:

Ashley is good at scavenging and scrapping, as well as improvised tools. Firm believer in the idea that one can fix the world with nothing but Duct Tape, WD-40, and a Hammer. And when he doesn't have those, he follows the teachings of the 1980s concerning one "Mach-Guy-Ver"

Backstory:

Ashley never talks about home much. When he does, he often speaks with disdain. Didn't much care for his family's situation and would much rather be just another face in the crowd. The idea that his family even held a "position of power" in the first place was just one of the first flaws that opened his eyes to the faults of the system. He never took an active part in the uprising, instead using his skills to pass messages and help manage an underground communication network in New York.



Relationships

Nothin yet.

Notes:
I'm contractually obligated to inform the class that I'm not picky about candy choices, BUT, a 3 Musketeers bar wouldn't hurt right bout now.
I'll probably only stick to just the one. As a general rule, I never have two characters in a position to share screen time. With VERY limited exceptions. If I ever put the Witcher 3 down, I'll get the sheet drawn up. Have the day off tomorrow, so I oughta have it up by then, Friday night at worst.
Interesting concept. Not really done a whole lot with the survival style RP, so I'll start noodling around, see what kind of character I can come up with.
As one of the folks that likely got labeled as an inactive, I currently am not invested in EH enough to really care if it stays or goes. Main reason I created a character for it in the first place was I thought it was a cool concept and wanted to check it out.

I do, however, feel like with such a small playerbase in the grand scheme of things, wouldn't be a bad idea to look into downsizing the project. Having spent some time with a group that did dedicated Discord RP, I feel like it might function very well on the Discord server as it's own sub-group of channels or something (or maybe exist as its own server).

Anyways, my 2 cents worth.
Yeah I think imma wait till some kind of progression post is made, as my last one was left hanging for anyone to respond to, and I don't have enough to make a post more than "Garrett gets dressed" atm.
Getting home from vacation tonight, will do my best to get a post up some time within the next 24 hours.
Just FYI folks, vacation starts tomorrow, so I'll post when I can.
"I second that." Garrett poked his head out from behind the fridge door, before closing it and revealing the apple in his hand. "Always a good idea to get the lay of the land first and foremost."

With the fixings on hand, Garrett knew it was only a matter of time before he was gonna fix up pancakes for the lot of em. He took a bite out of his apple as he watched the other students for a moment, then turned around and began fixing up a pot of Coffee. Lifeblood of the universe, and way cheaper than Starbucks. Once the coffee was started, he turns and leans against the counter, and asked the room at large, "So, how long do yall think it'll be before they send us on an actual mission?"


Garrett had been up since nearly 3. Wasn't his first choice, but his body had spoken. Eight hours of sleep had been gotten, it was time to get up and do things. So naturally the first thing he did was lay in bed. This didn't last long, of course. Once Garrett realized that going back to sleep wouldn't happen anytime soon, he got up, and set about unpacking his things. As he worked, he pondered the future. And really just how well he'd fit in here. He didn't know any language beside his native one, he wasn't a smooth talker, nor was he good with electronics...

He was smart enough that the academics of the school didn't phase him. But actual spy work? Well, perhaps he could still be of some use. After all, who said spies had to be subtle and non-lethal? Either way, he'd make it work. That'd always been what his Grandfather taught him. When you're not sure how to proceed, throw everything you got at the wall, see what sticks. If nothing sticks, find a glue gun. After a while, he heard the sounds of life outside his door. Seems like the others were beginning to wake up. He pulled on his jeans, a pair of socks, his favorite button-up shirt, and finally a light jacket. It was cold this time of year, especially for someone who grew up in the far south like he did. He walked downstairs towards the kitchen, having heard voices alerting him to the presence of other students.

There was a new one present. A girl, one he hadn't seen last night. As well as the Japanese kid and the dutch girl. He raised a hand in greeting as he walked past, heading for the fridge. "Morning folks." Garrett opened the fridge, and started poking around to size up breakfast options. "Don't suppose y'all'd know if they got anything for a decent 'murican breakfast?"
Garrett had turned to look at the newcomer as he walked in. Iosef. That was a Russian name if he'd ever heard one. Of course, Garret could always be wrong about that. He raised a hand in greeting, saying, "Nice to meet you, Iosef. I'm Garrett." He turned his attention back to AJ as she asked him about his home. "Closest city you're likely to have heard of is Atlanta. Otherwise I'm from a small town in the middle-of-nowhere, Georgia."

Garrett looked down at his watch to check the time. A bit past 7 in the evening. Certainly felt later than that. But that was probably the jet-lag talking. Garrett glanced at AJ, and said, "You know, I think I might just eat in my room. If only to save myself the embarrassment of being caught face down in a bowl of oatmeal."

Soon as his bowl was prepared, he grabbed a spoon, and moved to leave for his room. "See you around, AJ."

With that, Garrett took his food up to his room, and locked his door behind him. He sat down at his desk, and pulled his phone out, swiping through all the accumulated notifications that he'd received over the course of the day. Once that was dealt with, he dug into the oatmeal and what remained of his apple. Wasn't long before he was in his PJs and dug into the bed, bags pushed aside to be unpacked the next morning. Welcome home, he thought to himself as he drifted off, hope you can make it work.
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