GodOfChaos

☠ The Edge Of Extinction ☣

I probably should have explained that a little better, but yes, @Aewin tis a political agreement that was made before things got really bad. If it still doesn't make sense, I can come up with a better reason. I have no problems with that.

☠ The Edge Of Extinction ☣

I know this isn't the best character I have made. If anything seems OP, feel free to mention it. I am willing to fix it, or make a new character if he doesn't fit in with the RP.

Viktor Anatolievich Kovshevnikov

Name:
Viktor Anatolievich Kovshevnikov
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Looks:

Apperance

Sexuality:
Straight
Personality:
Viktor has a mentality of showing no mercy. Getting into bad situations with him will be difficult to get out of. He will let you know when you get him angry, and he only allows one warning. When he says he will do something, he will do it. Viktor lacks a sense of humor and doesn't smile an awful lot. His face can seem unfriendly, especially with what is recently going on. He tends to be a risk taker and leaves behind those that don't keep up. Viktor does have a soft side, even if he won't admit it. With all the recent chaos, there are no guarantees that you will get on his good side. Viktor is probably one of the most formidable allies to have in times like these.
Bio:
Originally, Viktor was sent in with a squad of men to take in civilians and direct them to safe haven. They were supposed to be a relief force to the area. They were joined by a few German soldiers they had run into along the way. The story was that command had cut off communications with them and left them to die. The leader of the Russian squad at the time, Captain Edik Yakovich, decided that they would be a good crew to have with them, especially for the fact that they knew their way around the area. After about a week or two, and only signs of cannibalistic hell spawns, the German soldiers became odd. According to the captain, they were planning to turn on the squad. Viktor and one of his comrades killed them with their own knives that night. They left the group as food for the crazies and decided to bug out towards the outskirts of town.

Within the next two weeks, Viktor had only two men on their side, and no communication with their original command post, which was over ran during the third week of the Spetsnaz groups operation. The Captain and a sergeant got into a quarrel and eventually all both men had guns pointed at each other. They even drew their side arms and pointed it at Viktor. During the heat of yelling and looking at each other, Viktor drew his side arm and without hesitation raised both of his weapons and put a bullet in their heads. He took what he thought was necessary and took off.

Recently, things have gotten worse and Viktor is just aiming to survive. He is trying to do what he can to live. He has had to kill people because of his distrust in them. He has lived off of food from others and he has been able to conserve much of his ammo. He has decided that he will try and find a few people to get used to. His new goal is to get a save haven going, for he has realized that the only chance humanity has, is by working together.
Past Occupation:
A soldier with the Spetsnaz GRU.
Weapons:
An AKMS (Rifle in the picture) along with a MP-443 Grach, resting in a thigh holster on his right leg, and a Kizlyar DV-2 sitting on his left boot. He has six spare magazines for his AKMS, which are empty and only seven bullets in his current magazine. He has three spare magazines for his MP-443 Grach, which are also empty, except for the full magazine which is already in the pistol.
Inventory:
Besides the pouches on his vest that carry magazines, he also has a flashlight which is almost dead, with a spare pair of batteries he picked up off of a fellow comrade. The batteries are at half life. The rest of his stuff is in his backpack. He carries a canteen, a basic first aid kit, three MREs, rope with a carabiner clip, a fire starting kit, and a few extra filters for his gas mask.
Other:
N/A

The Fantasy Isles

Ulvkil Alfgeirsson

Name: Ulvkil Alfgeirsson
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Appearance

Class: The Odin Warrior
Weapons:
Weapons consist of the long sword and the spear in the picture.
Stats:
-Strength: 55%
-Bloodlust: 43%
-Intelligence: 8%
-Spirit: 15%
-Vitality: 40%
-Agility: 27%
Backstory: Ulvkil comes straight from a Northern mountain group of ruthless vikings. The tribe is quite kindhearted and has been around for years before other men decided to settle in the valley's and form kingdoms of their own. Ulvkil grew up with other young vikings during a time of peace. The men were still trained for battle and they were always told to show no sort of mercy, specifically to those who are considered the enemy. Ulvkil was raised by his father, Alfgeir Thorlaksson, a true warrior and hunter. Unfortunately, Ulvkil's mother died during his birth, and thus knows nothing of her. The death of his mother has been brought up by his father to be better at everything he does. He was taught to appreciate what he had. he was taught that his traditions should not be broken. Ulvkil learned many life lessons from his father.

When Ulvkil was strong enough to hold a weapon, Alfgeir began to train him, as a hunter, as a warrior. Alfgeir taught his son how to preserve the meats, how to trade fur with outsiders, how to skin, how to gut and clean meat of a fresh kill. He taught his son that a fresh kill was not just for himself but for his village. Splitting the meat evenly between the village was the tradition, even if it was not a scarce resource among the village. Bartering was something that Ulvkil had learned, he didn't understand the language of the foreign settlers that began to take over the green lands down below the mountains.

At the age of 11, Ulvkil went on his first hunt. He had killed the mother and father of a set of wolf pups. Feeling bad, he had begged his father to bring the pups back so the village could care for them. Ulvkil reasoned with his father that the pups could be used to help for hunting, or even war and defense if it ever fell upon the village. After a long argument his father finally agreed. The village was skeptical at first, but they found the dogs to be quite useful after a year when they were grown. Ulvkil was rewarded with keeping a pup for himself.

At 14 Ulvkil was part of his first raid upon a group of settlers that had threatened their way of life and the land they lived on. The vikings were met with no real force. After several warnings, the people were slaughtered mercilessly and left for food. Supplies were taken and so were the survivors. Later in Ulvkil's 16th year of age, his father and mentor, Alfgeir, was killed in a "hunting accident." The death of Alfgeir brought great distress to Ulvkil and much of the village.

Ulvkil obtained some useful information and put the pieces together. Within two weeks, Ulvkil challenged a fellow friends father, whom was just as strong as Alfgeir. The friend claimed blasphemy and swore to defend his father, even if it meant a dying breath. The father tried to get the village against Ulvkil, but they all knew the truth. Instead of exile, which the elder recommended, Ulvkil challenged the father and his son. The elder wasn't quite for it and tried to convince Ulvkil to accept the decision of exile. Ulvkil wouldn't budge and they allowed the challenge to take place.

Ulvkil was armed with a long sword that was forged of mountain steel and the spear of his father, which is probably one of the strongest in the land. The orange cloth wrapped around the end was to honor his father. It was a piece of his own fathers clothing. The battle was long, bloody, and tiring. In the end, Ulvkil won, cutting the heads off of the traitors and handing them over to the elders. Their bloody bodies were placed on large wooden spikes and their heads were jammed on top to remind the villagers that traitors are not an exception. Ulvkil took the white war-horn that the Raider Captain's son had been given. Since the challenge, lives have returned to normal. Recently, raids have been more recent and Ulvkil has been training the younger generation of vikings with his fathers skills. The pup that Ulvkil had raised was now a strong companion at his side.

☠ The Edge Of Extinction ☣

Hmm, I have never had such trouble coming up with a character, I shall have one within the next 48 hours.

☠ The Edge Of Extinction ☣ Interest check.

Count me in. I am always up for a good zombie RP.

Medieval RP?

If you still have room, I am totally in on this.

Fantasy...

I got The Odin Warrior.

Fantasy...

I am interested, however, instead of starting off straight away alone, could it be a possibility to start with two people?

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Magic man-eating rivers or a fight for survival in a foreign land. It didn't take long for Ian to consider moving with the group. He was going to go with the minority, but it appears that everyone was going to follow this new Queen to certain death. He opened the bag with his name on it, he quickly looked through it and shook his head slowly. Nope, nuh uh, nadda, not happening. I am not wearing these. Ian wasn't going to waste his time if he didn't have answers and unless these ridiculous clothes gave him some amazing super powers, he was not putting them on his body. Ian looked around and examined the rest of the people that had shown up. He couldn't believe all of this people were so open minded about this stuff.

In that exact moment, Meryn, as he gathered, took off towards the castle that was in ruins. Ian didn't think much about it until she began running up the ramp. He looked back to spot three bags, completely untouched. He quickly got up and took off after Meryn. She was going to go on a suicide mission. There was no doubt in Ian's mind that those Claws of Anarchy had already torn down the door and started to seize all live souls who failed to escape. While Meryn went up the ramp with some ease, Ian didn't. He struggled a tad more than she did. When he got to the roof, he noticed the echos of the commotion from within the room bouncing off of the chimney's walls. "Meryn, what are you doing?" Ian spoke quickly, whenever he spoke quickly, it was hard to understand him because of his thick brogue.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

I will wait for one or two more posts before I post.