GodOfChaos

The streets of blood and honor

Kilian O

Name: Kilian O'Ryan
Nickname: Currently none.
Age: 18
Looks:

Personality: Generally a strong cold hearted personality towards people. He has a soft side but it is rarely seen. He can be a bit too protective over friends due to his past. He can be a tad rude if he doesn't like you. Its easy to tell what he is feeling most of the time just by the way he acts. He tends to get physical when angry or annoyed.
History: Kilian was born in Ireland. However, he didn't stay long. His parents decided to hop over to another country and open their own business. Kilian's uncle, Ian, came along with the family to start a new life considering that horrible life of crime he had in Ireland. From the age of eight to eighteen, Ian would be the one who taught Kilian the wonders of boxing and kickboxing. He would become skilled in these two fighting styles thanks to his Uncle Ian. The family would have a successful restaurant and market at the same time. That wouldn't last long though.

There was a slight issue with the family owning two businesses at the same time... The Dragons... Out of all times the gang decided to start picking both of the businesses owned by Kilian's parents. His father and uncle didn't take to kindly to them stomping around and acting like they were the boss of them. They were rather annoyed by the fact that the Dragons wanted a large cut of the profits they were making. About a month ago they stopped giving them the cut. And just last week, Kilian's parents and uncle were murdered in their own home. The businesses went to the Dragons, naturally. After seven days, Kilian was looking for someone else to blame for the death of his family considering he couldn't take on the Dragons alone. Now its personal between Kilian and the Dragons.
Your fighting style:
-Boxing
-Kickboxing
Your strengths:
-Great Strength
-Great Stamina
-Has no fear
Your weaknesses:
-Can be easily convinced if your not a Dragon gang member
-Is slow in combat due to his strength
Your master(s): Ian O'Ryan (Kilian's Uncle)

streets of honor and blood (gang/highschool/martial arts rp)

You got me.

Stand Still. Stay Silent. - The Rescue Mission

CS is completed.

Stand Still. Stay Silent. - The Rescue Mission

Ivar Thorvald

Name: Ivar Thorvald
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Nationality: Norwegian
Immunity: Yes

Languages: Norwegian and Swedish

Class: Hunter
Sub-Class Scout
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- Height: 5'7
- Weight: 134 lbs
- Hair Colour: Dark brown
- Eye Colour: Ice blue
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Personality: Ivar tends to be a quiet character. He speaks not of his past and he tries to lay as low as possible. He doesn't like starting arguments or even getting involved in such things. However, that will not stop him from defending himself if need be. He can make friends fast and he knows when he doesn't have the upper hand on things. Ivar will do what he can to help out even in the most dire of situations.
Background: Ivar's past does not have a lot behind it. He grew up poor with a dying father. His mother died upon his birth, leaving him to blame nobody but himself for his mothers death. He struggles over the thought at times but gets by. His father died when he was young. It is said he died from a broken heart which Ivar wouldn't disagree with given a few stories by his father. Ivar took up a military career as soon as he could. He mastered in the arts of using a bow and moving quickly through most terrains. He would become known as an amazing scout do to his survival skills in the harsh environment that surrounded safe zones. He would be kept aside for odd jobs here and there when needed. Ivar has yet to go against orders that were given to him. Its what he does best.
Equipment:
-Clothing: Fur-lined leather vest, gloves, and boots. Two wool shirts and trousers, one cotton shirt, Extra socks and fur-lined underwear.
-Weapons: Strong and sturdy short bow, brown leather quiver, steal arrows, large skinning knife
-Hunter/Scouting Gear: Snares, a few bear traps, flares, rope
-Extras: Water flask, small medical kit, matches, two days of rations

Stand Still. Stay Silent. - The Rescue Mission

My apologies a family emergency has just caught my surprise. I will have to attempt to get it up tonight. If I cannot I promise there will be one tomorrow.

Stand Still. Stay Silent. - The Rescue Mission

I will have a CS in the next few hours.

EDIT: First I have to figure out what I should be o.o

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

I would be interested in this.

The Dark Company

Bucket-O-Justice said
Curious if there's still room in the squad for a Heavy?

Three heavies? Sweeeettt. We will have more man power than expected!

The Dark Company

Considering Seán was worried more about his squad mates than himself, he would gladly take the last of healing. Seán didn't know if he trusted his new squad fully yet, even though he would take the hardest of hits from an enemy if necessary. He knew there was going to be a lot of tension in this squad somewhere along the lines, but Seán couldn't put his finger on where exactly. For now though, their first battle was coming up. They would sail with the big guy of this whole mercenary army, which didn't sound too good. Maybe it was a mission behind enemy lines. As long as it was fun and their was metal against metal he was all for it.

Seán listened in to Acele's and Hunter's mini conversation as he walked over to his new leader. This guy has seen a lot more than I have. I best get to know this guy well, hopefully he doesn't have a relapse on the battlefield. "You know sarge, we have quite a crew here. But I wouldn't count on it just yet. I may be inexperienced in real warfare but any rational solider knows not to underestimate his opponent." Seán stopped in front of him, where he towered over him. "Just do me a favor, hold these guys together, chances are a few of them might lose it if they have a relapse. By the way, when we are on that battlefield, you best count on me and that other heavy to lead the way. I may not know him but I am sure that with both of our combined strength we can do some amazing things, just keep that in mind." Seán deep voice trailed off as he patted Hunters shoulder and went to pick up his sword, which had dropped and tossed to the side in the fight. He wiped the sheath clean and hooked it back on. He couldn't help but smile, he had a bloody good feeling of what was to come after they got off that ship.

The Dark Company

Seán and the two heavies were having a stare down. It was as if they were all waiting for someone to make a move. The two heavies looked at each other and nodded. Just before they could do anything though, a marine, he believed it to be Iver, took one of the two giants standing in front of him. He would have to thank him later. On top of one less to worry about, a bolt of lightening hit the heavy in front of him. He looked over to the mage he believed fired the lightening bolt, Cynric as he recalled, and nodded as a thanks, though knowing Seán, he would do something more than just a simple thank you. A drink or two was on him for Iver and Cynric. Seán looked back to the heavy who seemed to be off balance. A wide smile came over Seán face, he was now just realizing that his helm was across the docks where he had to side step and trip the same heavy he was against now.

Seán took advantage of the stumbling heavy and slammed his shoulder into his waist while wrapping his arms around the back of his knees. He pulled his legs from under him and made sure his shoulder stuck to the heavy's waist as he slammed into the wooden floor below them. The slam hurt the heavy but it wasn't enough to put him in a complete daze. Seán's fists pounded into the mans face. He was a tad tougher than Seán had expected. He felt something set up beneath his stomach, Seán stopped punching and looked at the man wide eyed. The heavy countered him by kicking his feet up and sending Seán in the air. As soon as Seán landed the heavy was on him slamming his head against his. Seán didn't have a choice anymore, he had to defend himself.

As soon as the heavy took a break Seán took the man by the throat and threw a right hook, landing on his mark, the cheek bone. A deafening crack was heard and the heavy fell on his back holding his face screaming in pain. Seán didn't know the damage that he had done to the heavy. He stood up over him and looked down at the heavy. Blood quickly escaped his forehead and nose in a few places from where the heavy had head butted him multiple times. Seán cracked his neck and knuckles and went over to pick up his helm, which he wiped clean of any of the dirt that was on it. He was in pain for sure, but he didn't show it. He had a way of trying his hardest to block out pain, it would have been different if he was cut open or if he had a few broken bones, but to him, it was just a little bit of blood. It was expected in a fight like this.