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Different but interesting. Ill give it a shot.
Yeah... I hope no one walks along that scene...
True true. But Rog-war killed two humans already. One death was more brutal than the other, soooo just play it safe Davon.
Don't be an idiot when you meet Rog-war Davon....
GodOfChaos said
I would hope not :p
Yeahhhh
SaraRPs said
I don't think so, we aren't supposed to all kill each other right?
I would hope O.o
For whatever possible reason, Lyle loved the feeling of the pain he was going through. The pressure of pushing through the atmosphere. He was smiling at the feeling, he was almost ready to laugh. But with no air in his lungs, he would pretty much die. That was something he didn't want this quick. He sang a tune in his head as they were plummeting towards mother Earth. "He's got the whole world, in his hands. Hes got the whole world, in his hands. Hes got the whole world, in his hands. Hes got the whole world in his hands." They were told the chances of surviving. To Lyle, this was the way to go out. It was better than getting your eyes sucked out of your head and having no oxygen to breath. He was on the last two lines of the song he could remember right before he hit the ground. He's got everybody here, in his hands. Hes got everybody in his hands."
Just as the last line was said the lights went out for Lyle. But he recovered faster than most. His chair seemed to have been tossed a ways from the crash for whatever reason. It must have been the impact. Lyle was laying with the chair on its side. He unbuckled the belts he had and made sure he didn't have any injuries on him before standing up. He felt wet substance on across his shoulder. He knew it was blood but he also knew he would be fine. He stood up from his position and looked at the matter at hand. He noticed some were not moving. He noticed others were just getting up. The most important thing he noticed was the amount of death there had been within their first hour of slamming into the ground.
Lyle squinted at the light of the sun. The warmth felt different from that of the temperature on The Continent. He felt much more relieved and free already. He felt normal for once... He had shook it off and didn't realize how much pain he was gonna feel. A sharp pain surprised from his leg surprised him. He looked down only to see a few large cuts in his right leg. Shrapnel had grazed his leg as they crashed. He stood there motionless, looking at the carnage that had just happened before his eyes. He looked up into the sky, wondering what them Councilmen had been doing while they were launched off into a land that was no longer known. Did anyone here have any survival skills? Was anyone here capable of leading a group? Or was it going to turn into a blood bath from the start? He switched thoughts as to what event was about to take place in his life. Knowing now that people were actually going to be needed in his life from here on out, a thought crossed his mind. One that he was hoping would never cross his mind for the rest of his life. "Friends... I have to make friends... This is gonna suck."
Just as the last line was said the lights went out for Lyle. But he recovered faster than most. His chair seemed to have been tossed a ways from the crash for whatever reason. It must have been the impact. Lyle was laying with the chair on its side. He unbuckled the belts he had and made sure he didn't have any injuries on him before standing up. He felt wet substance on across his shoulder. He knew it was blood but he also knew he would be fine. He stood up from his position and looked at the matter at hand. He noticed some were not moving. He noticed others were just getting up. The most important thing he noticed was the amount of death there had been within their first hour of slamming into the ground.
Lyle squinted at the light of the sun. The warmth felt different from that of the temperature on The Continent. He felt much more relieved and free already. He felt normal for once... He had shook it off and didn't realize how much pain he was gonna feel. A sharp pain surprised from his leg surprised him. He looked down only to see a few large cuts in his right leg. Shrapnel had grazed his leg as they crashed. He stood there motionless, looking at the carnage that had just happened before his eyes. He looked up into the sky, wondering what them Councilmen had been doing while they were launched off into a land that was no longer known. Did anyone here have any survival skills? Was anyone here capable of leading a group? Or was it going to turn into a blood bath from the start? He switched thoughts as to what event was about to take place in his life. Knowing now that people were actually going to be needed in his life from here on out, a thought crossed his mind. One that he was hoping would never cross his mind for the rest of his life. "Friends... I have to make friends... This is gonna suck."
The first thing Rog-war did was stand up and chase this woman down. It wasn't until he got in arms reach that he realized it was a fake. His arm went right through the woman. Before his eyes, the woman was gone. This made Rog-war angry. He growled in frustration. "What the hell is this!? Someone will pay for this ridiculous act!" As soon as Rog-war spun around, he was met with the gaze of two humans. Both with some type of weapon. One was taller than the other. A male voice escaped the taller ones lips. "I've always wondered what another humanoid taste like darling." The shorter one replied to the male. "I agree with you completely. Lets see if we can take this one down before the sun comes up." Rog-war's lethal smile came across his lips and he chuckled a little bit. "A human couple taking on a Brazylt? This will be so much joy."
The first move was made by the human couple. The woman threw a large spear at Rog-war while her mate attacked him head on. Sadly, the spear was too weak to even penetrate the exoskeleton surrounding Rog-wars chest. As the spear broke on impact, Rog-war charged forward to meet the human. As the man slid under Rog-wars legs the woman surprised him with a shot to the stomach with a heavy blunt weapon. It took Rog-war down do to the surprise the woman got on him.The blow wasn't hard enough to keep Rog-war down though. He stood up slowly and stared at the couple behind him. He let out a loud, roar-like scream which made the couple go wide eyed. As they charged Rog-war did as well. He simply clothes lined them and laughed.
"Do you two honestly think this fight will last until day light?" He picked the two humans up by the neck and lifted them so they were face to face. "You have a lot of nerve going up against a giant twice the size of you." He threw the both of them on the ground. "Please... Just let us go..." Rog-war smiled and stepped on the mans chest. As his foot slowly crushed the mans rib cage he let out a loud grunt. "Let you go? After you tried to kill me? You have to learn a lesson fool!" What made it worse was the fact Rog-war hated speaking English and not his own language. The woman started throwing useless punches at Rog-war's leg. As the man started coughing up blood from the pressure building up on the mans chest, Rog-war just smiled at the woman, letting his sharp yellow eyes pierce deep into the woman. She started to scream help but it was too late for the man.
A loud crunch filled the air, Rog-war lifted his foot, only to reveal the damage done to the now dying man. The woman spun around and ran to his side begging him to stay alive. Rog-war shook his head and his left arm moved to his right hip. Within a split second, a whistle escaped Rog-wars lips, the woman looked up the back of his hand slammed into her chest, sending her flying back a few feet. She landed on a sharp object that drove through her chest. Her final breaths were heavy and slow. Rog-war left the man to bleed to death with his critical wounds. He would be dead in no time. As Rog-war walked in the direction he thought the now dead couple came from, he stated something in his own language. "Nuivo ym ieal mozg ryho iea quem'g vo caseh u janvuais!" All Rog-war was hoping for now was that nobody would find him. Already he had the feeling everyone was just out to kill whatever walked alone.
The first move was made by the human couple. The woman threw a large spear at Rog-war while her mate attacked him head on. Sadly, the spear was too weak to even penetrate the exoskeleton surrounding Rog-wars chest. As the spear broke on impact, Rog-war charged forward to meet the human. As the man slid under Rog-wars legs the woman surprised him with a shot to the stomach with a heavy blunt weapon. It took Rog-war down do to the surprise the woman got on him.The blow wasn't hard enough to keep Rog-war down though. He stood up slowly and stared at the couple behind him. He let out a loud, roar-like scream which made the couple go wide eyed. As they charged Rog-war did as well. He simply clothes lined them and laughed.
"Do you two honestly think this fight will last until day light?" He picked the two humans up by the neck and lifted them so they were face to face. "You have a lot of nerve going up against a giant twice the size of you." He threw the both of them on the ground. "Please... Just let us go..." Rog-war smiled and stepped on the mans chest. As his foot slowly crushed the mans rib cage he let out a loud grunt. "Let you go? After you tried to kill me? You have to learn a lesson fool!" What made it worse was the fact Rog-war hated speaking English and not his own language. The woman started throwing useless punches at Rog-war's leg. As the man started coughing up blood from the pressure building up on the mans chest, Rog-war just smiled at the woman, letting his sharp yellow eyes pierce deep into the woman. She started to scream help but it was too late for the man.
A loud crunch filled the air, Rog-war lifted his foot, only to reveal the damage done to the now dying man. The woman spun around and ran to his side begging him to stay alive. Rog-war shook his head and his left arm moved to his right hip. Within a split second, a whistle escaped Rog-wars lips, the woman looked up the back of his hand slammed into her chest, sending her flying back a few feet. She landed on a sharp object that drove through her chest. Her final breaths were heavy and slow. Rog-war left the man to bleed to death with his critical wounds. He would be dead in no time. As Rog-war walked in the direction he thought the now dead couple came from, he stated something in his own language. "Nuivo ym ieal mozg ryho iea quem'g vo caseh u janvuais!" All Rog-war was hoping for now was that nobody would find him. Already he had the feeling everyone was just out to kill whatever walked alone.
I am super curious to find out how Lawless is going to reply..... Thats probably what happens when its been a while since your last RP.
"I was told to live life to the fullest... Apparently, I already failed that."
Name: Lyle Banks
Age: 18
Offence: Multiple murders along with assault on law enforcement.
Personality: In the most simple way possible, he doesn't care. Lyle would kill for anything that would "benefit" him. By that, I mean he will kill just to shut you up. Lyle's emotions were never expressed. He would always be kind of quiet. Sometimes, he will speak. But that would be very rare for someone to witness. Unless of course he likes you and considers you a friend. However this could be an issue. Lyle has the killing instinct, he is super homicidal. In basic terms, he is a secret psychopath.
History: Life was always a living hell for Lyle. Abuse, bullying, and the worst possible parents made Lyle the way he is. As soon as Lyle hit 12 he snapped on his parents. Killing the two made him more... free. When questioned by the detective as to what had happened to his parents. Lyle simply stated he was hungry and that he had no clue where his parents were. When he was told that they were dead, he simply stated he was hungry again. Soon, he would target other people that made his life a living hell. At one point, he had a plan to kill council members. He would end up killing too people to count, but not once would he get close enough to a council man to end his life. When he was found out, he was locked up, where he now awaits his 21st birthday to float into space. They added the charge of assault on law enforcement do to the fight he put up when two officers came to arrest him.
Other: Lyle likes using sharp items. Of course, he wouldn't mind using other items to kill, he just prefers sharp objects, over blunt objects.
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