HumanMusic

~ Halo: Oman ~

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Dean wasn't as ready as he thought he was, he couldn't be less unprepared for the assault on Oman, besides his training and gear his mentality was all but fine. The pelicans flew into the Oman atmosphere, it shook as it entered, around him was his squad, most young, fresh faced marines, he'd hate to see them die, making sure people don't die is his job. A few minutes later and the door opened, thirteen men leaped into the flurry of neon plasma plants and gunshots, the first few teams experienced casualties, most dying, Richard Stock was the first back on the pelican, Dean being the one to pull him back, then after a long battle of attrition few more were killed and Jahana Chakarov was wounded, she was brought back to the pelican and then, just as fast as they arrived, the pelicans abandoned the marines to their deaths.
There were only five left, five marines left of squad sierra, however, the bodies of sergeant LaChance and lance corporal Will Pipes could not be found. Privates Jahana Chakarov and Richard stock were the ones to leave, the only marines left were privates Daniel Mckenzie (wounded), Antonio Ciro, lance corporal Eechiro Takeda, corporal Zhou Xi and corpsman Dean Booker. other squads had landed with them, one such belonging to the pathfinder Edward Harper, Dean made his way to them in order to treat any wounded marines.
@Starlance

Guild of Dishonor

@KatherinWinter
Thom sat alone in the corner of the basement, apple in hand, he was asleep. After a sudden noise, steps, he woke, almost dropping his apple he stood and greeted the woman named Roxy. "Uh, hey-y...", not his best introduction but it was enough, "I'm Thom, yeah, you must be... Roxy?". To add to the awkwardness of the situation Thom tried to take a bite out of his apple, he ended up hitting himself in between the eyes.

What Could Go Wrong?

@BoyMom035@DriveEMOut
"shit...", Eugene stared at the clown for a moment then followed Delilah down wherever she went, he was afraid, there was a killer, a killer clown.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter
I did👌👌👌👌

Age Of Rising Horrors

Nathaniel Carrier

Name: Nathaniel Carrier

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance:

Me

Face

May be revealed later...

Personality: He gets a thrill from cleaving the head off of a werewolf or a vampire, morally unhinged some would say, no, morally correct in his eyes. He is generally an alright guy, socially he is very sane, he can manage conversations as well as any other hunter like himself, though, nothing stops him from forcefully testing and burning any supposed witch, demon, werewolf or vampire. Among the ranks of the hunters of the Lapenzan forest, he is seen as a beast on a rampage, a threat to both inhumans and humans accused of inhumanity, wether it be the truth or a lie is none of his concern, kill the mutants is his motto. On a side note: Nathaniel never takes off his helmet, only when all in his path is dead can he take off his helmet let alone give up his guard, anyone could be a follower of evil, it's best to take the precaution even if it were his mother.

Specialty:
Swordsmanship - He's trained to the point that he can face just about anything with a toothpick, one strong strike from his sword and it would break through your shield and cut you in half, this equates to his love for decapitating enemies.
Horseback riding - A natural affinity for riding came to him at a young age.
Survival - He is able to survive in a forest infested with werewolves, he can make fires and shelters without the use of magic and can use just about anything as a weapon.

Weapons: Silver sword, (homemade and blessed by a priest)crucifix dagger, holy water.

Magic:
Holy Magic - The ability to create light barriers, send divine attacks and heal, he uses it mostly to heal but sometimes to add an extra kick he couples it with sword attacks and flame attacks.
Fire Magic - The ability to manipulate fire, he uses this to set his sword aflame (enchant) and burn demonic beings, sometimes he couples it with sword attacks and divine attacks just to add an extra kick.

City/town: Lapenzan(town)- Dense forests and small communities mostly run by werewolves and small population of humans.

~ Halo: Oman ~

@Starlance
Note that my character usually stands in firing view for no reason a lot of the time.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@POOHEAD189
I'll look through it and fix it up👌👌👌

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@POOHEAD189
Yeet yeet
Read my shit cs

My Hider

Character Name: Gallagher Dontan

Race/Species: Human, Banian crossed with Vrettonian

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Role: Boatswain

Skills:

• weapons mastery: he has skill in weapons use, having learned to use various types since first becoming a pirate.
• strength: his muscular build makes him able to lift more than his weight.
• sailor: he knows how to handle a ship.
• boatswain: he knows how to handle sailors and ship supplies, he is able to project his voice when shouting orders.
• languages: he has learnt many different languages on his voyages as a buccaneer.

Weapons:

• iron short sword
• concealed dagger
• three barrel hand Cannon

Physical Description: Gallagher is a short but built man, standing at 5 feet. His hair is tied up in a low ponytail behind his head, his hair was naturally brown, after fifteen years of sailing his hair would slowly fade into a premature grey. His eyes are blue like the sea, after many hard days as a sailor they have grown weary, tired, dark bags hang beneath his eyes and one scar cuts deep in the centre between the two eyes. His lips are always dry and salty, puckered as if water made its way into his lips, around his mouth are several blotches of stubble. His shoulders are wide apart and muscular, his whole body is muscular, too muscular for a man as short as himself, more scars make it to his arms and chest, deep cuts on his arms and small scratches on his chest. A tattoo of a small bird can be seen on his left shoulder, a crow supposed to symbolise a girl he was sweet on back home, another tattoo of a dagger encircled by vines sits clear to see on his chest, he got it when he was drunk and now forgot the meaning of it. More cuts and bruises are seen on his legs, muscular, like the rest of his body. His attire consists of a leather vest over a dirty, baggy, white shirt which is tucked into baggy, brown pants, buckled with a large leather belt, the sleeves of the pants are tucked into leather boots, strapped tight. Almost all of Gallagher's weapons are strapped to his left hip, a scabbard for his sword hangs low and another scabbard for his hand cannon sits just above, a secret scabbard is strapped to his arm inside his baggy clothes in the event that he would need to conceal a dagger.

Equipment/Other

• pouch, pellets for his hand cannon
• pouch, black powder for his hand cannon

Mental Description/Personality: A loud man, loud and orderly, when he orders something he will get his message across, if someone does not di their job properly he throws them to the ground and has someone else do it. Gallagher is loyal to the code, loyal to the democracy, he would serve the captain and the quartermaster though he would never want to be captain or quartermaster himself, he was never really good at being a symbol of leadership among men, rather he would carry out their word and law.

Goals/Apirations: His only goal is to sail the seas and live a free life, make some money on the side, live as well as he can until the time comes where he'll be lost at sea, killed in battle or stabbed in the back by traitorous pirates.

Background/History: He was raised as a child in Vrettonia, farming and living a cultured life, at age fourteen he had met the love of his life, a young Mage girl by the name of Jassel Decora. His love would not last, a year later when his mother died of an unknown disease he was taken by his father, a Banian cutthroat, to live on a pirate ship for the rest of his life. For three years he learned the trade of a sailor, a pirate, mastering different weapons, sailing different ships, at the end of those three years he escaped by stealing a small ship with a few overconfident young sailors, they believed they could start their own crew, a band of young pirates who would terrorise the seas. He made a good few weeks at sea before being defeated in battle and made a slave, again he escaped during a battle and was picked up by a trade ship en route to the nearest port where he found his father lying dead in the street, three bullet holes in his chest, next to him was a three barrelled hand Cannon. Years later, Gallagher has sailed the many seas and seen the many sights, he never went home, he wouldn't be accepted the way he is now, like his father, a cutthroat, a buccaneer, a pirate.

Relationships: Gallagher treats everyone who isn't in a specialised position, like himself, as if they were only his acquaintances, strangers who would follow every word he said, if not then they were useless, He could not and will not maintain a friendly relationship with pirate crewmen who weren't in a trustworthy position.

What Could Go Wrong?

@BoyMom035@DriveEMOut
Eugene saw the two at front, holding kitchen knives in front of themselves discussing game plans, he had no idea either, what would they do when they found the killer, or if they didn't, what if there was no killer, maybe that body had been there since long ago, shut up, stop overthinking things.
"if we find the killer we'll have to beat it quickly, you two distract him, I'll go around and get im' in the back.", that was the best he had for a plan.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@POOHEAD189
Nearly finished my cs, I'll just say right now that I'm aiming for bosun.