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Dreamscape | A World Forgotten (1 Spot Open)

“1 . . . 2 . . . 3, down,” Durabu ordered as he and his partner reached the wood pile. His fellow tribesman turned around to continue gathering more wood, while Durabu stood there for a minute. He wiped a bead of sweat off his darkened forehead. The sun had completely crossed the horizon and began to share its full warmth with the world. Durabu observed the scene before him; a village full of cacophony and commotion. Hunters preparing for their morning routine, gatherers returning with a small bounty, children running around playing, and the biggest group, a myriad of people setting up preparations for the evening’s main event. The end of one cycle and beginning of another meant many things, plus the added bonus of starting a new century promised many more exciting trials and adventures. Durabu would soon reflect on the past cycle, but he always looked forward to the new one, and the new tales yet to be told.

As he was about to return to his duty, he saw the younger Kwenda running back towards the village with a strange object in his hand. Durabu looked ahead of Kwenda’s path and saw he was heading in the direction of a small group that had been forming. Abigale, Adoni, and Yel’shadar were huddled up chatting with one another; most likely about the hunt that was to soon take place. Durabu returned his gaze to the task at hand and realized the rest of the wood was already being brought back. Seeing this as a nice time to take a break, he unhitched his watersack, took a swig, reattached it to his side, and marched over to the small gathering. Durabu knew all of them. He helped each of them at some point in their lives, and seeing as Durabu was one of the largest men in the village, it’s hard for anyone NOT to remember him.

“Good morning, everyone!” He exclaimed in his deep but cheery voice. “I hope your day’s beginnings are going well.”

Dreamscape | A World Forgotten (1 Spot Open)

Forgot to put this here, :P
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Name - Daku Jarrah “Durabu”

Gender - Male

Age - 21

Appearance - Daku is one of the largest men in the village. He stands 6’3” from head -to-toe, and weighs 240 pounds, most of which is muscle. Consequently, Daku has broad shoulders with arms and legs as thick as tree trunks. He obtained most of this muscle by aiding in the heavier labor around the tribe, from hauling back larger prey, to the gathering of heavy materials, and everything in between. His complexion is dark though not blackened. His is in a crew cut form to keep it simple and practical. With defined cheekbones and a square jaw to add to his already intimidating stature, most strangers would rather stay away from, but thankfully that’s not the case with the Anshari. His deep and dark blue eyes, round out the rest of his face. Along his chest and torso is his tattoo depicting a story of a Durabu*, which he gets his namesake, aiding smaller animals across a river and defending them from an attacking predator once crossed.** His garments include the normal hide and fur clothing that most other tribesmen wear, just in a larger size, and again, like most others, his hands and feet are calloused from both the labor and intricate finger work he does.

Personality - For the most part, Daku is your “Gentle Giant.” He is kind and very caring toward everyone in the tribe, and never hesitates to aid those in need. Most of his fellow tribesmen know him for spending much of his time teaching and playing with the younger children. He keeps out of the spotlight, and instead takes up being the silent protagonist; continuing to aid those who need it, refusing favors and payment, believing that he will be repayed when he is in need of help.

While he is gentle and caring to most of the tribe, he has become a bit cynical towards the elders. He will always show due respect towards them, but Daku cannot help but wonder why the elders refuse to answer questions about what lies beyond Moodjar, and refuse all requests to send a party out to scout that far. Daku is constantly questioning inwardly to himself and outwardly to the elders, what is out there and why they won’t allow anyone to check. As such, Daku has come to distrust those who keep too many secrets, even if they’re trying to protect others by doing so.

Skills -
Kedalup’s Artisan: From tanning leather, to basket weaving, to weapon crafting. Daku learned it all from apprenticing under his father, and while he might not be the best at any of these tasks, he is part of the few that knows all of them.
Ansharin Wall: Daku may not be a warrior, he does however, know how to defend himself and others, and with his sheer size behind him, he becomes a human wall; unable to be toppled or broken.
Path of the Owl: As observant and quiet as the animal, Daku can “see” when something is wrong with a person, and many people tend to come to him when they need an understanding, and sympathetic listener.

Equipment - 1x watersack
1x Bone-tipped Spear
Simple Ansharin clothes

*: The Durabu are large animals similar to our hippopatmus. Their average weight is around 600 pounds with four thick stubby legs holding them up. A pair of medium-length tusks protrudes on either side of its mouth, and it has a pair of foward facing eyes. Twin upright, and pointy ears and a tuft of dark brown hair adorn its head. A short tail ending with another ball of hair extends from just above its rear end. Finally, its whole body is covered in a thick light brown hide. (Basically, think a mix between rhino and hippo, with tusks instead of horns.)

**: The story goes that a durabu saw a family of kwenda standing on one side of a river. The durabu approached them and asked if they required a way to cross. The kwenda were at first afraid of the durabu due to his sheer size, and didn’t want to be betrayed while crossing the river. However, they soon trusted him enough to accept the aid he offered. The kwenda climbed on his back, and the group crossed the river together. However, once they crossed and were about to go their separate ways, a lion leaped from the brush to attack the smaller marsupials. Before the lion could strike, however, the durabu charged the lion and skewered him in mid stride. From that point on, the durabu and kwenda family became great friends aiding each other in many aspects. The story is to teach young ones not to judge too quickly and that even a stranger can one day save your life.

Dreamscape | A World Forgotten (1 Spot Open)

There we go! I was having some difficulty with the bio, so I said screw it. I'll probably make one later today or something. That aside, it's basically finished. Hope you like it!
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Name - Daku Jarrah “Durabu”

Gender - Male

Age - 21

Appearance - Daku is one of the largest men in the village. He stands 6’3” from head -to-toe, and weighs 240 pounds, most of which is muscle. Consequently, Daku has broad shoulders with arms and legs as thick as tree trunks. He obtained most of this muscle by aiding in the heavier labor around the tribe, from hauling back larger prey, to the gathering of heavy materials, and everything in between. His complexion is dark though not blackened. His is in a crew cut form to keep it simple and practical. With defined cheekbones and a square jaw to add to his already intimidating stature, most strangers would rather stay away from, but thankfully that’s not the case with the Anshari. His deep and dark blue eyes, round out the rest of his face. Along his chest and torso is his tattoo depicting a story of a Durabu*, which he gets his namesake, aiding smaller animals across a river and defending them from an attacking predator once crossed.** His garments include the normal hide and fur clothing that most other tribesmen wear, just in a larger size, and again, like most others, his hands and feet are calloused from both the labor and intricate finger work he does.

Personality - For the most part, Daku is your “Gentle Giant.” He is kind and very caring toward everyone in the tribe, and never hesitates to aid those in need. Most of his fellow tribesmen know him for spending much of his time teaching and playing with the younger children. He keeps out of the spotlight, and instead takes up being the silent protagonist; continuing to aid those who need it, refusing favors and payment, believing that he will be repayed when he is in need of help.

While he is gentle and caring to most of the tribe, he has become a bit cynical towards the elders. He will always show due respect towards them, but Daku cannot help but wonder why the elders refuse to answer questions about what lies beyond Moodjar, and refuse all requests to send a party out to scout that far. Daku is constantly questioning inwardly to himself and outwardly to the elders, what is out there and why they won’t allow anyone to check. As such, Daku has come to distrust those who keep too many secrets, even if they’re trying to protect others by doing so.

Skills -
Kedalup’s Artisan: From tanning leather, to basket weaving, to weapon crafting. Daku learned it all from apprenticing under his father, and while he might not be the best at any of these tasks, he is part of the few that knows all of them.
Ansharin Wall: Daku may not be a warrior, he does however, know how to defend himself and others, and with his sheer size behind him, he becomes a human wall; unable to be toppled or broken.
Path of the Owl: As observant and quiet as the animal, Daku can “see” when something is wrong with a person, and many people tend to come to him when they need an understanding, and sympathetic listener.

Equipment - 1x watersack
1x Bone-tipped Spear
Simple Ansharin clothes

*: The Durabu are large animals similar to our hippopatmus. Their average weight is around 600 pounds with four thick stubby legs holding them up. A pair of medium-length tusks protrudes on either side of its mouth, and it has a pair of foward facing eyes. Twin upright, and pointy ears and a tuft of dark brown hair adorn its head. A short tail ending with another ball of hair extends from just above its rear end. Finally, its whole body is covered in a thick light brown hide. (Basically, think a mix between rhino and hippo, with tusks instead of horns.)

**: The story goes that a durabu saw a family of kwenda standing on one side of a river. The durabu approached them and asked if they required a way to cross. The kwenda were at first afraid of the durabu due to his sheer size, and didn’t want to be betrayed while crossing the river. However, they soon trusted him enough to accept the aid he offered. The kwenda climbed on his back, and the group crossed the river together. However, once they crossed and were about to go their separate ways, a lion leaped from the brush to attack the smaller marsupials. Before the lion could strike, however, the durabu charged the lion and skewered him in mid stride. From that point on, the durabu and kwenda family became great friends aiding each other in many aspects. The story is to teach young ones not to judge too quickly and that even a stranger can one day save your life.

Dreamscape | A World Forgotten

You have really captured my interest! I look forward to seeing what lies beyond the dunes!

Mass Effect: Stories of the Soldiers [Reboot]

I'll keep my eye on this, always up for a good Mass Effect RP.

Supernatural: Another Story

Hello fellow rpers! Hope all is well. So I’ve been on a Supernatural binge on netflix, on garnered the yearning for a rp set within its universe. The show has a nice middle ground with blood, language, and sex, and I respect that. If you want to keep it that way, I’m ok with that; if you want to crank it up a little, I’m down for that as well. While I do love the show, I only just started season 3, so please NO SPOILERS, and I apologize if i don’t know the major thing that happened in the newer seasons. Either way, you don’t have to be an expert on the show or the subject matter, but if we are going to do this, I feel as if we both kinda need to at least understand what we are talking about.

Now that that’s out of the way; I’m a 21 year old male in Germany for the foreseeable future, so to my friends in America, I apologize if responses are not at the time you would like them. I care not for gender and age, cause if you’re ok with it and can respectfully write and talk about it, then there shouldn’t be a problem. I would like a casual writing level, cause I can’t pump out advanced level posts regularly.

Well, now that all the nitty gritty stuff is done; as for pairings, I would prefer we both play OCs. Mine shall be male, and to be honest, will be based off of Dean, just because I like his character, but it won’t be a copy and paste. As for your character, it can be male, female, whatever. I currently don’t have a plot, but if you do, we can go with it or we can brainstorm, either way works.

If you’re still reading this, I applaude you. With this being my first interest check, I doubt it would be any good. If you’re still interested, then let’s be best of friends! Shoot me a PM if you like, and let’s get to hunting some monsters and demons!

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

Braden was up just before the sun, getting the cattle ready to move to the pasture. He was used to raising early, and somewhat preferred it. It was a time where a man could get some peace and quiet and be left with his own thoughts. In this moment, he recollected the events that led to his joining his new pack.

Braden remembered his previous Alpha Pair. They were good people that looked out for their pack. No one really imagined a group of hunters would find their pack, let alone kill their leaders. He remembers the meeting he and the rest of the pack had soon after and the agreement to split up. No one took too long to pack up and leave. Quick good-byes and kisses were said and given before everyone went their separate ways. The journey Braden had from Georgia to Wyoming was long, but he liked the open road and was damn lucky to find his new pack on their way from the Blue Ridge Mountains to Wyoming. Their situation was similar to his own, and he felt a good connection with it, so he joined them. With them constantly moving, Braden sadly hasn’t had time to really get to know everyone, but he soon hopes to change that.

With his mental road map complete, Braden returned his attention to the cattle in front of him. They were already on the move with Elize having them moved out of the barn. The cattle would soon get their morning grass, and that left Braden to work on another project. By this time, most everyone had already left the barn and were working on their specified tasks. He walked out himself and saw the Alpha, Niell, head inside the bed and breakfast, likely to help with the morning meal. He looked across the land and saw who he believed was Bryan, making his way to the barn from the fence.

Well, I guess the fence is open to work on.

Braden started his trek towards the unfinished fence. He passed by both Elize and Leia, and with a tip of his hat and a cheerful, “Mornin’ ladies,” he continued his small journey. As he was passing Bryan, Braden patted his shoulder and said,

“Don’t worry friend, I’ll keep the work going. We’ll get this fence done in no time.”

@Mugin

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

Braden Gainesworth

Name: Braden Gainesworth

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Rank: Pack Male

Trade: Cattle Breeder/Handler

Upright Appearance:Tall at 6’ even, Braden is toned and tanned from years of fieldwork. You’ll normally see him wear a pair of functional boots, blue jean pants, a t-shirt and/or plaid button-up with rolled-up sleeves and windbreaker, and his trusty cowboy hat.

Upright

Canine Appearance:8’3” from nose to tail and weighing 210lbs, his canine form is your typical wolf with a lot of muscle and long fur.

Canine

Personality: When it comes to social gatherings, Braden is a middle-of-the-road kinda guy. He doesn’t mind the company of himself or a crowd, though he will get a bit more defensive and skittish around larger groups. He normally prefers a small group of close friends that you can joke and have a good time with. On the subject of temperament, Braden is easy-going and doesn’t anger easily. He would rather be optimistic and see the positives, than be all doom-and-gloom. One thing that will set Braden off is when folks mess with friends and family. He has zero tolerance for asshole comments, bullying, dick-moves, you name it. If he sees it, he’ll stomp it out quick. Overall though, Braden is well-mannered, unoffensive, and generally a decent person.

History: Braden was born to a Mary and Robert Gainesworth in the deep south of Georgia. He held no special position in their pack, and thus was brought up like most pups; respect the rules, your elders, and your superiors; everything is shared and the pack comes first. He lived a simple but demanding life. At an early age he was brought into the family trade of raising and taking care of the cattle. He learned the differences between milk and meat cattle, symptoms of sickness, and most everything else needed to run a cattle ranch. Life went on the same way for years before trouble found its way to the their pack. A group of hunters found out about their pack and slain their Alpha Pair. The rest of the pack were able to meet up and agree to go their separate ways in hopes of losing the hunters. At the age of 22, Braden set out on his own, staying as far away from hunters as possible. Its been a year of travelling and performing odd jobs to get by, as Braden looks for a new pack and steady work.

Extra?: On his off time, Braden likes to sit down and play his guitar.

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

Thanks for the acceptance! Now on to the first post.

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

Moved it to that section over there --->