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RPG What Did you Last Eat?

Mothertruckin' sushi train.
Awwwww yeeaaah. Y'all know what I'm saying.

War Never Changes

Quinn glanced down at the man's hand a few times. "Quinn," he muttered without taking Jake's hand.
"Blood Army too dangerous. Even if there's only a few...worth a lot more. Suicide to go in there."
As he spoke, he heard a rustling sound and he tensed, looking around for the source but could see nothing. At least, not until he saw the glint of sunlight come from the street.
He dropped down, "Street. Man with rifle. Pointed at us."
Quinn could go days without meeting anyone, but today he'd really stepped in the shit. An unconfirmed amount of Blood Army and two unconfirmed renegades.
He thought his best bet would be to bail and leave them to their fate, but that would entirely contradict what he had set out to do with the rest of his miserable life.
"Best we move on. Too much risk here."

Are you an ambitious, intelligent and innovative individual?

Well shit, I'm none of those things...I guess my decision has been made for me.

Dang it...

What Are You Listening To?

Can't go past a classic.

War Never Changes

Quinn narrowed his eye at the man and held his gun on him for a few seconds.
Eventually he let out his breath and lowered the weapon. He believed he wasn't Blood Army, but wasn't convinced he wasn't dangerous. Any man who carried an assault rifle had to be capable of violence. The spiked bat was another thing entirely.
"Good enough," Quinn muttered, "Blood army in there. You see?" He pointed towards the parking structure, where the red symbol had been left for all to see. The Blood Army rarely needed to use stealth, they were predators through and through and more often than not the sight of that symbol was enough to keep anyone away.

War Never Changes

It felt like everything hurt today. His feet had long since stopped developing blisters, but they seemed to ache with fatigue twice as much to compensate. The scar tissue over his left eye socket itched like crazy, and sweat developed uncomfortably on the tender, burned flesh of his cheek and forehead.
He kept a hand draped lazily on the butt of his revolver, holstered on his hip. It made him feel a little better. He always walked on the left side of the road, so if anything tried to cross from the right he wouldn't be blind to it. He had come to take due caution when passing alleyways, always slowing down to turn his head an survey. One of the perks of being half-blind.

Quinn had been following the signs cautiously. He knew what to look for, and there was no doubt in his mind that the Blood Army were nearby. As hot as his contempt for them burned, he knew it was folly to engage them. At least not until he knew how many were there.
A sudden scrape, as though someone walking across rusted steel, jolted him from his concentration. He cursed silently as he ducked behind some debris for cover.
A figure, some three hundred metres down the road hopped off the roof of a car, made it's way to a small building.
He didn't look like Blood Army, but chances meant certain death if they were taken.

Quinn made his own climb, and carefully began traversing rooftops to close the gap between him and the mystery figure.
He had the drop on him, he could put a bullet in his skull right now and then flee.
Damn it to hell! I ain't like that anymore!
He screamed internally. He had done all he could to shed his violence, but once you crossed the line there was no going back.
He took a slow, steadying breath and held his revolver up with both hands.
In a quiet, yet firm voice he said, "Simple question. Are you Blood Army?" He awaited the response with a trembling trigger finger.

What Are You Listening To?

I didn't expect it, but Redemption's new cd, The Art of Loss has become my most listened to album so far this year. I think it's even beat out Dream Theater.

War Never Changes - Post-Apocalyptic War Roleplay

It is done, I hope you like it.

War Never Changes

Name: Quinn Harris

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Bio: Before the complete obliteration of order, society and life as everyone knew it, Quinn was just a contractor going from site to site, just making enough money to make each mortgage repayment and keep his wife and kids fed. Suffice it to say, he no longer needed to worry about his mortgage, and his family would never eat again. After at least a year of aimless wandering, Quinn's humanity had shed to the point where he became a recruit for the Blood Army.
In the years to come, he found himself a perpetrator of atrocity and hatred that left the scars on his body looking pale in comparison to the ones on his soul.

Time came when his fragile mind could no longer be held together by acts of violence and in a fit of tormented rage, he attempted to desert the Blood Army. It was a long night of heated pursuit, but eventually Quinn managed to scrap his way tooth and nail away from them. Not without them leaving a permanent mark on him. A combination of a hunting knife, a vicious dog and a grenade had left him short one eye, an arm torn open and a hideous burn to the left side of his face (though in a morbid twist of fate, the burn he sustained aided the cauterization of his gaping eye wound).
In the following days stumbling through the wastes in a septic daze, he eventually collapsed along the path of a traveling caravan. The goodly folk cared for him and nurtured him as much as they could.
He traveled with them for a time, before deciding that they were better off without the danger he would bring them.

Personality: Quinn is a man who says little, yet never minces his words. He's a very cold, closed-off man. The type of guy who has lost everything twice over, so tries to gain as little as possible.
Clinging to his oldest habits, Quinn is not at all above a bit of honest labour to pay his way. A life of hard work left him with a good physique and has managed to keep him from feeling his age too much.
He has been trying to atone for all the terrible things he did as a member of the Blood Army, and will often help those in need almost unconditionally.

Gear:
-Weapon 1 (optional): A simple colt revolver, chambered with .44 rounds.


-Weapon 2 (optional): A machete, equally useful for utility and combat.


-Clothing: All of Quinn's clothing is quite tattered and bears evidence of numerous repairs. A pair of heavy combat boots, sturdy jeans, a simple tee and a very crude yet heavy duty poncho, a strip of which has been cut off to fashion a face wrapping which covers his missing eye and the burn he sustained to that side of his face.

-Items: A set of basic tools (screwdrivers, wrench, hammer etc.), a pair of spare bootlaces, 17 rounds of .44 ammunition (including what's already chambered), a water skin, simple flashlight and a rucksack.

Role: Quinn is a drifter, who doesn't like to remain tethered to any place for too long. He makes his way from settlement to settlement, offering his skills and services as a contractor to whoever may need repairs or handy work done. Sometimes, an assassination may be requested. Quinn tends to turn these offers down...most of the time.

War Never Changes - Post-Apocalyptic War Roleplay

This sounds really cool, and a perfect way for me to jump back into some real writing and role playing! I will submit my character for your approval.