literally happens in every RP im in. after awhile i just lose interest. Fortunately, my character is based off a character i made like 20 years ago for my scifi book series (dont be too impressed, they were notebooks), so i can take him to another RP if i need to
Infamous Empath
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1) Worldbuilder/storyteller
2) Empath
3) Hebrew
4) INFP
5) Walmart inventory associate
6) RP Veteran
7) Actual Military Veteran
8) Thread-killer
Things you should keep in mind about my RP...
1) If you need me to post, PM me. My memory is awful.
2) No matter how much I may love the source material, I will not join an RP if the Interest Check, IC, or OOC has too many posts. I am not reading all of that. If you want me to join, PM me a summary.
3) I won't even read source material in the Interest Check or OOC sections if the IP is, like, super convoluted, long, or snobbishly formatted. Keep that shit IC. Give me clear and concise posts or I'm gone. I dont have all day to sort through your five different fonts and your 17 paragraphs of setup.
2) Empath
3) Hebrew
4) INFP
5) Walmart inventory associate
6) RP Veteran
7) Actual Military Veteran
8) Thread-killer
Things you should keep in mind about my RP...
1) If you need me to post, PM me. My memory is awful.
2) No matter how much I may love the source material, I will not join an RP if the Interest Check, IC, or OOC has too many posts. I am not reading all of that. If you want me to join, PM me a summary.
3) I won't even read source material in the Interest Check or OOC sections if the IP is, like, super convoluted, long, or snobbishly formatted. Keep that shit IC. Give me clear and concise posts or I'm gone. I dont have all day to sort through your five different fonts and your 17 paragraphs of setup.
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i wasnt aware you did anything wrong.
NPC, in any RP means a character that is not playable by one player. Some GMs will say that "their NPCs" can only be played by them, but then, by definition, that's not an NPC. its a Playable Character. The guards are ok to kill, if we're going by typical RPG logic.
Then again there are plenty of people on this site who define things differently...
NPC, in any RP means a character that is not playable by one player. Some GMs will say that "their NPCs" can only be played by them, but then, by definition, that's not an NPC. its a Playable Character. The guards are ok to kill, if we're going by typical RPG logic.
Then again there are plenty of people on this site who define things differently...
D'ren let Vomit-Man tussle with Glasses-Guy as he gazed down at the broken spectacles in his hand for a moment. If only he could get these things in a couple shades darker. Two more guards rushed up the back of the gallows, much to D'ren's totally irrational glee. He slowly removed the noose from his neck, pretending like he hadn't forgotten about it.
However, these guards knew of D'ren's exploits as a boxer. They weren't about to charge in there so he could disarm them and disembowel or decapitate them with their own broad swords. Instead, they tiptoed around a bit until the Irishman got bored of waiting, tossed the glasses at them, and then charged them, disarmed them, and disemboweled one before turning to decapitate the other.
"Yeah!" D'ren exclaimed jubilantly, swinging both broad swords over his head. "Who wants some good ol' deathsauce???"
By now, most of the area had cleared out. There were but a handful of guards, and most of them were smart enough to keep their distance, and also be prepared to scamper if D'ren got bored of waiting again.
However, these guards knew of D'ren's exploits as a boxer. They weren't about to charge in there so he could disarm them and disembowel or decapitate them with their own broad swords. Instead, they tiptoed around a bit until the Irishman got bored of waiting, tossed the glasses at them, and then charged them, disarmed them, and disemboweled one before turning to decapitate the other.
"Yeah!" D'ren exclaimed jubilantly, swinging both broad swords over his head. "Who wants some good ol' deathsauce???"
By now, most of the area had cleared out. There were but a handful of guards, and most of them were smart enough to keep their distance, and also be prepared to scamper if D'ren got bored of waiting again.
not gonna lie... if D'ren had been able to catch those glasses and put them on... XD
also sorry for god-moding a bit there guys.
also sorry for god-moding a bit there guys.
you can design mine based on my RP IC and backstory. you know, its more realistic. unless you really want me to. but you seem to have put a lot of effort into making this more original and realistic, which is why im here
still waiting for at least 2 more victi - uh, players...
Name: Luqas Marquis
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Cillian Murphy. Lol just kidding. 5'11", fit but not warrior-fit, and has great posture, making him appear taller than he actually is. Luqas has blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and a boyishly handsome, clean-shaven face.
Magic: Maybe?
"Class":
Inventory:
x1 Basic Steel Hammer
x1 Medium Leather Armor
x1 Basic Spellbook (Your Aptitude here, IF YOU CHOSE MAGIC!)
x2 Basic Healing Poultice
x2 Basic Stamina Potions
x2 Basic Mana Potions (Magic users only)
Bio: Luqas grew up the son of a blacksmith, so he naturally became well-versed in forging metals, specifically weapons. Despite his aptitude wielding most weapons, he was, of course, mostly comfortable with the hammer. When his father was murdered in their small town, Luqas began to forge a war-hammer for himself. However, he found that war-hammers are actually really heavy, so he chose to protect his mother and sister from brigands and robbers with a regular hammer. At 26, he joined his town's guard. He left said unit when he became 30, and joined an adventuring party to find treasure to help his dying mother. However, when he returned from one quest, he found she had died of her illness, yet to even be diagnosed. He also discovered his sister had moved from their hometown and was left with a rather cryptic message about meeting him in hell.
Gimmie vote: On principle, I dont like handouts and that's what it sounds like, so no.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Cillian Murphy. Lol just kidding. 5'11", fit but not warrior-fit, and has great posture, making him appear taller than he actually is. Luqas has blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and a boyishly handsome, clean-shaven face.
Magic: Maybe?
"Class":
Inventory:
x1 Basic Steel Hammer
x1 Medium Leather Armor
x1 Basic Spellbook (Your Aptitude here, IF YOU CHOSE MAGIC!)
x2 Basic Healing Poultice
x2 Basic Stamina Potions
x2 Basic Mana Potions (Magic users only)
Bio: Luqas grew up the son of a blacksmith, so he naturally became well-versed in forging metals, specifically weapons. Despite his aptitude wielding most weapons, he was, of course, mostly comfortable with the hammer. When his father was murdered in their small town, Luqas began to forge a war-hammer for himself. However, he found that war-hammers are actually really heavy, so he chose to protect his mother and sister from brigands and robbers with a regular hammer. At 26, he joined his town's guard. He left said unit when he became 30, and joined an adventuring party to find treasure to help his dying mother. However, when he returned from one quest, he found she had died of her illness, yet to even be diagnosed. He also discovered his sister had moved from their hometown and was left with a rather cryptic message about meeting him in hell.
Gimmie vote: On principle, I dont like handouts and that's what it sounds like, so no.
The knife was too far away. Bloody hell. If only the executioner had dropped it a little closer, he could use his martial expertise to toe-flick the blade up to his hands. D'ren quickly decided to leave the knife to Salim or the other guy, the name of which he'd already forgotten.
Many hits to the head will affect one's memory.
D'ren deliberately looked around, as if unfazed by the chaos. It was during chaotic circumstances that D'ren felt the most at ease. Thinking quite clearly, D'ren caught sight of a guard holding a crossbow just a few meters away. He was watching the crowd, as well as the convicts. Now, how to get him to actually shoot at them...
"Oi!" D'ren yelped at the guard. "I fucked yer daughter!"
The guard looked up in terror at the gallows. "She's 13!"
D'ren blinked, but kept up the facade of indigence. "Yeah? Well she felt 30!"
That worked. The guard took aim and jerked the trigger back, perhaps not quite taking aim, so much as firing in a blind rage. The arrow whizzed harmlessly past.
D'ren rolled his eyes as the guard knocked in another dart. "No, I'm sorry. It was another...guard's...daughter...?"
The guard calmed slightly, but not by much. It was enough, however, for him to actually take aim at D'ren. He fired. D'ren dodged. The arrow hit the shoulder of the man in the middle, who D'ren had named in his head Vomit-Man.
"Cheers mate," D'ren said as he took the arrow in his teeth, yanked it out of Vomit-Man.
The head didn't want to come out at first. He had to tug a couple of times. When he got the dart out, he saw the guard locking in another one. D'ren dropped the arrow, turned to the side, caught it, and quickly tried to cut through the rope holding his hands behind his back. He figured he'd have to duck at least another arrow.
Halfway through the binds, the guard fired (roughly) at D'ren once more. But now, he was only about eight feet away. He couldn't miss if he was blind and on fire.
Many hits to the head will affect one's memory.
D'ren deliberately looked around, as if unfazed by the chaos. It was during chaotic circumstances that D'ren felt the most at ease. Thinking quite clearly, D'ren caught sight of a guard holding a crossbow just a few meters away. He was watching the crowd, as well as the convicts. Now, how to get him to actually shoot at them...
"Oi!" D'ren yelped at the guard. "I fucked yer daughter!"
The guard looked up in terror at the gallows. "She's 13!"
D'ren blinked, but kept up the facade of indigence. "Yeah? Well she felt 30!"
That worked. The guard took aim and jerked the trigger back, perhaps not quite taking aim, so much as firing in a blind rage. The arrow whizzed harmlessly past.
D'ren rolled his eyes as the guard knocked in another dart. "No, I'm sorry. It was another...guard's...daughter...?"
The guard calmed slightly, but not by much. It was enough, however, for him to actually take aim at D'ren. He fired. D'ren dodged. The arrow hit the shoulder of the man in the middle, who D'ren had named in his head Vomit-Man.
"Cheers mate," D'ren said as he took the arrow in his teeth, yanked it out of Vomit-Man.
The head didn't want to come out at first. He had to tug a couple of times. When he got the dart out, he saw the guard locking in another one. D'ren dropped the arrow, turned to the side, caught it, and quickly tried to cut through the rope holding his hands behind his back. He figured he'd have to duck at least another arrow.
Halfway through the binds, the guard fired (roughly) at D'ren once more. But now, he was only about eight feet away. He couldn't miss if he was blind and on fire.
im not sure there is a word "no" enough for that. lol
even if matter could be created from nothing, or something as inconsequential as the conjurer's soul/energy, even if it was just a speck of dust in this story, that would be a bit far-fetched and OP. also, i assign the powers.
the best way to approach it is by making a boring mundane human character that can later develop. assume this is just a generic Mad Max or Walking Dead apocalypse RP with no supernatural crap. that will make it more exciting when something supernatural does happen
even if matter could be created from nothing, or something as inconsequential as the conjurer's soul/energy, even if it was just a speck of dust in this story, that would be a bit far-fetched and OP. also, i assign the powers.
the best way to approach it is by making a boring mundane human character that can later develop. assume this is just a generic Mad Max or Walking Dead apocalypse RP with no supernatural crap. that will make it more exciting when something supernatural does happen
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