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Rune Factory RP

Name: Kar

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Race: Human

Occupation: Wandering bard/trader

Personality: Kar is a simple man with a simple life and a simple love. Traveling around the land, meeting new people, having adventures and sharing stories. He is a friendly young man, mature and fun loving, inquisitive and outgoing, always looking for new things to try and interesting new things to learn. Some might say his stubborn nature and relentless enthusiasm and upbeat personality are annoying but he wears them with pride.

History: Born on the outskirts of the Sech Empire's territory Kar's father was a seasoned hunter and warrior and his mother was a simple merchant, after a thorough and detailed education the time for Kar to decide his own career came. Against the wishes of his father the 16 year old set out to travel the land as a bard, learning new songs and musical styles as he went from place to place as well as occasionally trading items to make up any money he needed. The idyllic lifestyle suited him and his return visits home grew scarcer and scarcer until he ceased them all together and instead started using mail to communicate with his friends and family back home. Over the years Kar picked a number of different jobs from working part time jobs in various settlements, farming, fishing and waitering being among them. After hearing rumours of a more isolated and mysterious city he set out to find Ekrem with a bag full of particularly rare items, hoping he'd be able to stay there a while.

Rune Factory RP

Is there still room in this?

Naruto : The Rise of The New Generations

Akira Kurasawa
Team 9

After a little bit of time gawking at the sights of the Dojo Akira looked to their Sensei and listened closely, he looked to the summoning and then to his side at the other two students before swiftly following Sayuri's lead. As he lowered his head he considered the briefing, were they really going to hunt down a traitor? Were they really the only ones available? Yes he was excited, this was the mission he'd been waiting for, something exciting and meaningful, he'd finally be making a real difference...But he had his worries. It was going to be tough, there was a lot riding on their backs and after all they were only genin, if they failed it would become an international incident and the team may very well be disbanded. He quickly repressed these thoughts, this traitor was likely nothing more than a weedy snitch, quick on his feet but not much of a fighter so it was just a matter of finding the guy before he reached the border.

Akira waited for the others to speak and for his Sensei to give the order to move out, he wanted to say that all this formality was a waste of time and they should have left as soon as all of them arrived at the dojo but it wasn't his place to talk like that and now wasn't the time for an argument. He adjusted the strap of his sword, moving it to another more comfortable position so it would be easier to move, he moved both hands behind his back and clasped them together, stood ready for action and prepared to give chase, presuming the summon would lead the team.

Naruto : The Rise of The New Generations

Akira Kurasawa, Team 6 Assembly

The stern knock at the door roused Akira suddenly. The young man rolled out of his bed and stumbled to the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes and almost tripping over his feet. The door opened and he was surprised to see the tall guard holding a scroll out, after he reached out to take the scroll the guard vanished leaving him alone at the doorway. "Erm...Good morning..." The statement sounded more like as question as he looked around to see if anyone else was still around, the only ones to reply were the birds who continued their well practised routine of singing.

Akira shut the door and broke the seal on the scroll with a knife he obtained from the kitchen. After reading over it he grabbed two slices of bread and slapped a piece of meat between them before laying it on the table and taking a bottle of water from a cupboard, this would have to do. As he munched on the hastily assembled sandwich which he held with one hand Akira raced around the small apartment to assemble his gear.

His trusted wooden blade was placed in it's scabbard on his belt, his smaller sword was concealed up his sleeve, his 'bag of tricks' containing his ninja gear was pinned to his belt and finally a back pack containing some provisions was strapped to his back. After wrapping his headband around his head and trying the back into a knot he set off, locking the door to his home and running down the street. Akira was already running late and so he resorted to taking short cuts down alley ways and over the roofs of smaller buildings, eventually he made it to the compound and burst through the dojo doors, panting and standing up straight to give a salute to his sensei. "Akira Kurasawa, reporting for duty!" He blurted out before he'd even made sure it was the right place, he held his salute firm until his teacher, whom he had now spotted, gave him instruction to stop.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Tarwin stayed in position, he could see panic take hold of the elves as they began running back and forth, shouting and barking orders at each others as troops were redeployed to focus on the attacking soldiers. Eventually he spotted his moment of opportunity, the rear was open and no guards were posted, it was likely a panic given change of guard that hadn't worked out properly. He dashed into the encampment, staying low and making his way to a set of stacked creates, he ducked low in the cover and looked around.

The heart of the camp was alive with activity, different groups shuffling and hurrying around in formation. There were at least a dozen large tents and in the very centre was a bonfire, any one of the tents could contain his target. Tarwin moved to the closest tent, the one beside the creates he was using as cover, he poked his head under the canvas at the base of the tent to try and gather some idea as to what it might be. He saw many rows of weapon racks along with boxes full of armour, there didn't seem to be any guards inside and so he wriggled under the tent and stood to look at the armour in more detail. Examining a helmet he picked out he soon realised that this armour was indeed Elven, he soon realised that he'd stumbled across the supply tent.

Tarwin emerged from tent a little while later, garbed in basic elvish armour he hoped that given the manic atmosphere it would make a decent disguise. He glanced around the camp and set off towards another one of the tents, keeping his head down and avoiding the gaze of any elves that might question him or spot that he was almost a head shorter than most others in the camp.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

I'm...not really sure...what happened here...help...?

The Walking Dead: The Journey North [Chapter I]

Seconds passed, then half a minute, then a full minute, Blake was counting the seconds, each one felt like an hour as he held his rifle. His body shook with every heart beat as adrenaline pumped through him and the cool breeze carried the warmth from his body. Three minutes, that was enough time for the others to position themselves, he thought to himself. His finger wrapped around the trigger, his eye narrowed as he looked down his scope at the bandit, his face was covered by a mask. With a deep breath he prepared to fire before expelling the breath and as he did so he squeezed and the gun fired.

The gunshot shattered the night's near silence, his bullet hit the bandit in the temple and sent him falling down, the force of the impact knocking him over as his life ended. It took a moment for anyone to realise what had happened but eventually one of the bandits summed the situation up in a single sentence. "They've spotted us! They've got a goddamn sniper!" All at once the bandits broke as the other members of homestead started firing, they ran for cover and returned fire but with the house walls as shields and the darkness providing a veil of shadow along with the panic and surprise they had little accuracy. Blake quickly reloaded his gun and fired another shot from the roof, hitting a man in the arm. The battle of homestead had begun...

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"Do you hear that?!" Whispered one of the bandits hiding in the woods. "'Course I do!" Replied one. "Wh-what do we do?!" Asked one, a lot more fear in his voice than he had intended to show. "We gotta' go help 'em! Let's move!" Barked another, authority heavy in his tone. "But what about the signal? T-the signal?" Someone piped up. "Plan's changed! Let's go!" Like a wave the line of marauders swept across the road towards the house, ready to aid their comrades.

The Walking Dead: The Journey North [Chapter I]

I was waiting to see if anyone else was going to post before I had Blake start shooting, should I just go ahead with that?

Drink up me hearties, YO HO! (A pirate roleplay)

Har, har, har! Right lads! Let's get started!

Drink up me hearties, YO HO! (A pirate roleplay)

Name: Marco Bolitho

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Personality: A confident and cunning young man, Bolitho is ultimately out for himself but understands having the support of other men is better than having to fight them. He was born and raised a gentleman and likes to try and keep this part of himself on as a front, a young and charming, rugged man with his own ambitions that come before all else. Respect is a powerful thing and Hugh both hands it out and demands it according to how a person acts, always aware that it is earned, never given.

History:
Born and raised the son of a veteran of the English Navy it's fair to say Bolitho was a promising child, he outshone his younger brother both in school and physical activities.
Aged 16 he followed in his farther's footsteps and joined the King's Royal Navy and three years later he was shipped to far side of the world.

He served his time for a long and worked his way up the ranks, from midshipman to officer to deputy luitenant and by the age of 23 he had made quite the name for himself. It wasn't enough though, the rigid and monotonous daily life, the months out at sea with no sight of land, the petty share of prize money, he wanted more. Bolitho was one of the ringleaders of a mutiny on his ship, with little resistance the captain was overthrown and sent adrift with his supporters leaving Hugh in charge.

Many of the crew left to start new lives in an independent America but Hugh stayed at sea, a privateer? A deserter? A pirate? He didn't decide what he'd call himself but he joined a series a rag-tag crews comprised of other deserters, run away slaves, foreigners and colonial rebels.

After years of drifting he heard of a captain named Sparrow and sought him out, in time he found him and joined the pirate crew.

Skills:
Navigation, he can read charts and work out a ship's location with the most basic of information as well as making his own charts.
Duelling, like every gentleman Hugh can both swing a sword and shoot a pistol.
Maths and money, a smart man, Bolitho can calculate expenses and profit easily.
Charm/charisma, ever the smooth talker the Englishman is a master of diplomacy, negotiation and trade.

Equipment:
Abacus
Charting equipment
A log book
English luitenant's sabre and flintlock with ammunition
Eyeglass

Other: There's nothing more you need to know.