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The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

"I'm sorry to disappoint you sir but Jeremy isn't home right now." Dirk brandished his badge like a shield, deflecting suspicion and hopefully resistance, off of it.

At first Dr Scott was taken aback in this fashion but his nerves came down after seeing a police badge being shown.

"If your Dr. Alonzo Scott then I presume you received a letter from a Mr. Harry Everfield asking you to come to his aid?"

“Yes, that is absolutely correct Officer”.

Dirk put his badge down as he stepped up on to the porch ahead of the Dr. "Is that correct?" Dirk asked pointedly.

Alonzo was about to speak a bit more but then...

"Richard? Is that you? Of course! Harry sent you a letter to! I didn't think you'd come through!" Relief was evident in Dirk's voice.

"You might not remember me, names Dirk Garther, I was a green private when you where wrapping up your time in the blues! I heard a lot of good things about you! I gotta say I'm glad to see you, I could really use your help on this case!"

“Case?.... As in closed or open.. And is Jeremy no longer among the living?” Dr Scoot interjected as the two began to chat it up.

“ Well since he isn’t here, I could leave my hotel and room number till he gets back, I’m sorry to meet you fine gentlemen under these strange times”. Alonzo reopened his black umbrella, carried by his grey leather driving gloves, and turn to begin to walk away and leave the police to their business. “ Gentlemen, does it rain like this all the time? I guess its kinda like Seattle Washington but without the coastal air... Strange times, indeed”. Tipping his hat proceeds to lave the officers to their duties.

Red in Tooth and Claw [EXTINCT RP]

It was overcast, raining hard with low visibility, but RJ and his friends were under a new modified shelter called “Burger King”. RJ had been sleeping earlier and was awoke to the noise of a motorcycle, which meant one thing more dangerous than the raptors... humans. In his short time, humans continue to #$% each other over for just about anything. At least with the raptor, you knew that they didn’t lie, cheat or steal, they just killed and ate people... For whatever reason. Grabbing his binoculars he attempted to see what was going on down the street, at this flat level it was difficult, time to get higher.

RJ moved his way from the inside of the Burger King to the access to roof hatch near the backdoor and the old manager’s office, climbing up the ladder was still difficult as he opened the door and placed the yellow safety bar to hold it up and open the elements. Keeping close to the air handling units, RJ attempted to break up his form, so that it wouldn’t or shouldn’t attract attention. Most people wouldn’t be looking up, they would or should be looking for threats on their level. Once seated in an overwatch position he was trying to observe what scavenging rights and items this person was recovering. Earlier he checked several buildings in the area and decided to take shelter in the restaurant versus being out in the open. The animals could rest and sleep, even thou the horse most likely wouldn’t but three hours for the old gal was good enough.

Car motor?... No.. it’s an RV lumbering in the rain that came to a rest at the gas station. His high beams weren’t cutting through the rain. The RV came to rest at the gas station. RJ disliked Gas stations, some humans liked to lay in wait for others, to take things from them or even the vehicle itself. Even thou RJ was lightly wet, he would still prefer 4 legs instead of 4 wheels.
RJ thought about using a vehicle himself but felt that it was like running a dinner belt for the raptors that associated it with a food scouse. It just wasn’t RJ’s choice. Maybe this person was a better-skilled driver and would find ways past abandon vehicles, roadblocks and knows how to deal with mechanical breakdowns. RJ felt that we had made the best choice for himself as well but did he?. Even thou his beast of burden didn’t consume a dwindling resource but the beasts had their own many faults if not more.

Turning his attention back to scanning the area in the rain, the motorcycle rider hadn’t come out yet, that was normal, probably picking up things inside, Well I guess it time to see the new neighbors, RJ smiled to himself at the joke as he made his way down the ladder well and closed it off once again. Once down he gathered a few of his things, like his Body Armor, Helmet, pistol, gloves, and a taser. RJ wanted to find a riot shield but hadn’t come across one and he wasn’t wanting to risk going deeper into certain parts of any town or city, without help. But that would mean that he would have to work with someone that he didn’t know and that was just as scary as those beasts, maybe more so.

After doing a PCI (Pre Combat Inspection) and looking to see that both the motorcycle and the RV still in the same position, He made a slight detour and not a straight shot to the diner when he last saw the motorcycle. From the cover of the burned-out rusting hulk of what was left of a car, the motorcycle was just a few meters away. As he made his approach he grabbed some debris and tossed it into the foyer, then announced himself. “ Hey, Survivor...I’m not here to fight with you, I just would like some news, if you have any”. He watches for a reaction, the low-level broken glass seemed to give him a great field of fire if that person turned out to be hostile as well as having the rusty hulk obscure some but not all line of sight so if he chooses to, he could disengage and break line of sight to tactfully withdraw. RJ secretly hoped that the other person would have a backpack or something to slow them down because he was ready to “pop smoke”. He wouldn’t be bothered with trying to take or keep anything if things went south, He just hoped that they would communicate and come outside, because he wasn’t going to walk right into an ambush.

Red in Tooth and Claw [EXTINCT RP]

Can we start off with a raptor or two, hunting pack?. If the cs has training and or experience?.

Battle of the Nations

WIP

Bio
Name: Any names and titles the character may go by.
Physical: A physical description of the character, including gender, height, weight, eye color, hair color, skin color, etc.
Description: A brief history or description of the character.
Nation: The name of your nation or faction and a brief history or description.
Regiments: Please list your regiments below. I have provided an example below.

18th Valland Dragoons: When the Coalition Wars began the King of Valland handpicked some of the frontier's rowdiest hunters. These men were drawn together and currently make up the 18th Valland Dragoons. Equipped with muskets, these men ride into battle on horseback and dismount where the fighting is heaviest, reinforcing their allies and hitting the enemy with deadly accuracy. When Valland's army capitulated to the Emperor the 18th went to serve the Gauldic Empire, but their loyalties may yet lie with the Allies...
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2 Regiments of Arty ( One light and One heavy howitzer or cannon 36 pounders?)
1 Regiment of Infantry ( Sharpshooters )?
1 Regiment of Calvery

subject to change, waiting to see what the others are thinking of bringing to the table.

I hope to assist with heavy cannons, striking hard and great distances as the enemy will advance. Not knowing the terrain, I might have to change this. Once in place.. they are not going to be able to move.

Light cannons to support infantry or Cav as requested in light tac fire, harassment fire, suppression, etc

Infantry to suppress and harass enemy units

Calvery to assist with flanking

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Dr. Scott, Alonzo
City of Arkham, Mass
Date: XX, XX, 19xx

The 1926 Packard Twin 6 Roadster was parked across the street as a well dress older man nego exited the vehicle, dressed in a derby on his head, three piece suit, covered by his peacoat from the rain, two-tone golf oxfords and lastly a bare bone white shirt with a multicolored bowtie. Across the street and jumping over a puddle or two till he made his way to the sidewalk. The rain wasn’t the worries of his misadventure it was the fog... it took the Doctor a long time to find the correct street and then it’s address. Looking to the street curb and rechecking the number, he felt that this was the correct address, still with his Doctor’s bag in his right hand, and an umbrella in the other grey colored gloved hand he walked up the pavement to the porch.
Approaching the porch... it appeared to be a few others on the porch.

Mr. Jeremy, I’m Dr. Scott here to check up on you for your health and wellness. May I sit with you for a spell? He announced to the group near the porch.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Name: Alonzo Scott, Medical Doctor

Age: 42

Appearance: Alonzo is a tall fellow for this time period and he stands at 72", weighing in about 230 pounds. Cocca brown skin with brown eyes and black short hair. No facial hair and he like all men in the era is wearing a three-piece suit, usually black, light or dark brown or his grey pinstripe. The headgear might either be a "bowler" or a straw hat.

Occupation: as a child; Farmhand, Muleskinner ( Teamster ), middle school to high school; music and dance, 1st job was as a mailroom / Porter on trains till he was able to afford college. Mathematics was his best subject, followed by Biology, Chemistry, and pharmacology.
Internal medicine, Surgery, Obstetrics, and Gynecology become his specialties.
Dr. Scott was a hometown doctor that does house calls for colored folk and those that needed discretion would come to him as well, in secret (Abortions, Bullet holes).

Interests: Alonzo is a bit of a book worm and enjoys his cigars, pipes, and other vices. Mostly he is drawn to the speakeasies and jazz clubs where he might join the band in a "swinging time".

Fears and phobias: signs of the supernatural, ghosts, and spirits are not natural, science can explain a lot but the dead can speak from the grave and need respect.

Superstitions: Baron Samedi, vooDoo, Santería

Skills: Former Railroad worker (Porter / Mailroom / Valet / Musician /Performer/ Actor: Piano, singer /Dancer: Tap, jazz, ballroom)
Driving, Drinker Alertness, Stealth, good listener, edict memory Streetfighting and unarmed, Pistols and Shotguns, Brute strength (Physical labor; Daily).Intimidation, Stamina, Healthy, Fast talk, con artist, reads people ( sense motive ), Streetwise ( Speakeasy ), connected in town ( Arkhan, etc?) Diplomacy ( dealing with other cultures and still smiles) First aid, Diagnosis, Surgery, Psychology, Long term care, Pharmacology, Biology, Chemistry, Anatomy and physiology. Mortician, Latin, French creo and Spanish

Intelligence/Sanity: Intelligent wise... He is up to par and likes to do more research than most like to dwell on a subject. He quotes research papers and enjoys intellectual comments and banter of various medical findings and works printed from various journals. "knowledge is power!"

Backstory:

Born a poor black child in a large family of 8 siblings, Alonzo had two older brothers and an older sister, he fell in line after them, his sister took care of him as his mother was working three jobs, just like father, and almost never see him till he was older. The two older boys shoulder the family fieldwork as "sissy" would tend to him and the others. Alonzo wasn't going to be like his siblings and he was encouraged to study, learn to love it and everything will be alright. pencils were expensive, father would sometime find an extra or even a pen that a passenger might leave behind on the train, father was a porter and a member of the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters and Maids (BSCPM). They all worked hard, Alonzo help when and if he could. He knew if he ever "made it" that his burden would be to take care of those that took care of him in return. Alonzo still help shoulder things around the home, worked the field like the others, and was always reminded "ASNF". After grade school, high school was a lot hard do to the fact that even going to an all negro school, the standards were high. After High school, looking for a school that would accept him, he didn't make the first pass and worked as a porter like his father. But soo, another letter came accepting me and he was off to the university. His folks wanted to send money, but as always, things where thought all over. Recalling his "protocol and music" lessons, he would spend time in the "fast money" areas. He would play in the dance halls while studying his medical books. violence was commonplace for the opposed and his people were mostly victims. in his last years of the university he would volunteer time at the community hospitals, to refine his skill set. Then after school an opportunity came along. A small town colored doctor was getting ready to retire and was looking for a replacement in Arkham, Mass. This was his break 2 years ago. during that time, he hears things but always dismiss them, Science will prevail and explain the smoke and mirrors of a con artist. Being a part of that world so long about it just easier to explain the bumps in the night as such and read about things later in the paper. The ways of the old still speak in the darkness for those that are in tune with it.

child stories to scare the young and the old...

ASNF.... Alonzo sends home back home to everyone and lives a quiet life, to too many frills, he likes his cigars, pipes, and Liquor but who doesn't?. The gangs pay extra and well, so it's nice to get a perk of two out of it. Alonzo doesn't worry about being robbed anymore as much as before. Maybe you might call it even a perk.

The Morrison Trail - (A Western Oregon-Trail-based RP with Dinosaurs)

interested and have a few questions if anyone can answer them.

1. which dino would be the closest to a mule?
2. can anyone recommend a dino that would pull something like a Land schooner or a Conestoga?

Red in Tooth and Claw [EXTINCT RP]

Name: Randy Johnson
Age: 42
Appearance:


Personality: Easy going, laid back, outdoorsy type, animal lover and easy to talk to in a pinch, quiet and reserved, doesn't get excited too many times during an emergency.

Skills:
Federal Raptor License
State Hunting License
Falconry ( Raptor- Hunting)
Husbandry ( Teamster / Farrier )
Amature Vet ( if you have birds, you learn this)
USAR (Reservist) MOS 00R ( Raptor Handler)
Butcher
EMT / Firefighter Volunteer
Railroad worker

Background Life: Outdoorsy, country living
Farmer
Avid Hunter
FFA (Future Farmer of America)
4-H member

Equipment: western saddle, rope, camping kit, tent, food, water, farrier equipment, Tack, blankets, feed bags, Feed for animals, outdoor cookware, dry goods, ( salt, coffee, powdered eggs, bacon ( cured ), Raptor Handling gear with facemask helmet, PRC-128 radio, "clicker" x 2, strobe light communicator, etc

Backstory: Grew up in the foothills of West Virginia, did the FFA and 4-H as he grew up, apprenticed as a butcher during high school, works at the classification yard at the trailhead. RJ trained with military as the program expanded, he was one of the first reservist to work with military-grade raptors, this is a big step up from handling the smaller civil types. RJ spent 6 years in the reserves and some months on special duty training (ADT) to work with these Raptors. RJ’s regular job is working with train stock as a railroad worker, the transportation of such dangerous creatures was left to the feds and like nukes, they are transported as freight, during the day, priority. RJ has been with NSF for 12 years now and in the reserves for 8. To this day he still works on his parent’s ranch out in the desert near NTC (National Training Center) Barstow, Ca. RJ was one of the few to get his license in the first run, so he now has some experiance working with civilian raptors at his parents ranch, which lead him into joining the militarty to learn more and work with bigger raptors.

[u][b]Other:[/u][/b]
Horse, two mules ( Jack and molly), so wold these raptors see them as food, well... humans are ALOT smaller... so yes. But during imprinting, dogs, horses, and mules could be seen like humans... to the birds we are just a tool. They don’t get mad like dogs. They are not affectionate, they hunt, procreate, and eat more, oh... have to make droppings a lot of that and depending on the bird, either straight down or horizontal.

[b][u]Allergies: ASA, PCN, Milk, bee stings[/b][/u] (Anything not in the other categories, including character quirks or phobias, or trivial things like allergies or food they can't stand)

[Approved!]

Red in Tooth and Claw [EXTINCT RP]

@crab bane can you look it over and tell me where if any needs more detail

Battle of the Nations

man that is scary!.
no units are reserve, 100 men per regiment, 50 for cannon cockers or cavalry...

against a standing army of that time period, run by the swamp fox?!....

We are going to die but it will be one hell of a ride, I call "shotgun!"