Jamesyco

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Szukaj-życia

Szukaj-życia

Seeker of the Dead - Black Knight - Death - Reaper - Fate Weaver - Night Caller - Last Embrace - Final Judge
God of Death

Domain of Death

Szukaj-życia lives within the domain of the afterlife; while he is the god of death, he does not control how something dies. He is only the link between life and the afterlife. He is peace; he is the thought of something after. He gives those judgments and begins their new story wherever that may be.

Because without him, what would life be if there was no moment to reflect upon life and see how life indeed was? Without death, life could not flourish, novels could not end, and the cycle could not be fulfilled. But it is the afterlife, the moment of death when Szukaj-życia takes hold when those enter his realm and shows them where they are going. To a perfect afterlife of happiness, suffering, rebirth, or the infinite clauses that come after death. He is each person's guide; he is the one who tends to the forests of dead trees and walks with the spirits that haunt or help those still in the mortal world. After death, you become his.

Appearance

Pictures, descriptions or both are fine. You can specify preferred forms and what forms they adopt in particular circumstances.

The pale rider is when Death is typically seen as an old man riding a horse, leading another horse behind him. This form tends to be a gaunt man with pale skin, dry and stretched skin, and spindly bony fingers. He is a pale rider.

Pale Rider Form

But his proper form is that of a tall, middle-aged man with a large set of thick feathered wings upon his back and a halo. This form is usually seen with a staff, a scythe, or an axe. In the other hand, he either has a clock or a broken hourglass in his other hand. Almost entirely clothed either in pure white or pure black, depending on the individual, each person will likely see his clothing and halo in a different light.

Proper Form

The Gardener
This form is similar to the first but more jovial and quaint, but often only seen in forests or wilderness areas away from people or towns that quickly. But, if looked upon by most, it will seem like a ghost planting ghost plants, from trees to flowers.

He may have other lesser appearances, but that depends on the person. He often changes his appearance to ease the passing and judgment of the dead. Be it an animal, plant, or person; he will take the form which may ease the dead or frighten them depending on his first impression.

Death
His last appearance is that which he is typically idolized as, and that is a skeleton with a dark cloak over his form.

Description

Description

Szukaj-życia tends to be kind; most of the world is innocent, and nature tends to be quaint in his realm. He is often at home but also in the mortal realm, where he makes treats with those who enter his domain.

He is typically solemn and quiet when in his domain, his home. He often goes to writing stories he heard from those who have died, painting pictures of those he has taken in, and caring for those who reside in his yard and realm, primarily the entities of nature. Tending to ghostly gardens, feeding ghostly animals, and talking to those dead judged well by him who are residing within the gardens of death.

Going to the spans of his home are those who have been judged poorly, who tend to be in pain and suffering compared to those closest to his home. These individuals have typically done something wrong in their lives, but it is to be judged when they die based on the action; they tend to be hunted by predatory animals that reside there.

But in the mortal realm, he tends to be just a traveler who acts as a guide as he wanders and travels. He is humble and wise, trying to spread wisdom, joy, and life. A hermit, he is just around, traveling and finding those about to enter his domain. Seen by many as just a traveler and often can be found within towns and cities across the world as just a simple man.

But oftentimes, he tends to the world, reaping what the world has sown for him. And he lives a simple life, doing a simple job. He kept to himself mainly in the wilderness and seemed like a beggar or a wise old man out in the wild. But for the most part, his parts throughout the world are there to be shepherds into the next life for those who die.

But finally, he is typically correlated with dying and the causation of death, which he is not. He is just the messenger and guide.

Musical Theme

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Szukaj-życia

Szukaj-życia

Seeker of the Dead - Black Knight - Death - Reaper - Fate Weaver - Night Caller - Last Embrace - Final Judge
God of Death

Domain of Death

Szukaj-życia lives within the domain of the afterlife; while he is the god of death, he does not control how something dies. He is only the link between life and the afterlife. He is peace; he is the thought of something after. He gives those judgments and begins their new story wherever that may be.

Because without him, what would life be if there was no moment to reflect upon life and see how life indeed was? Without death, life could not flourish, novels could not end, and the cycle could not be fulfilled. But it is the afterlife, the moment of death when Szukaj-życia takes hold when those enter his realm and shows them where they are going. To a perfect afterlife of happiness, suffering, rebirth, or the infinite clauses that come after death. He is each person's guide; he is the one who tends to the forests of dead trees and walks with the spirits that haunt or help those still in the mortal world. After death, you become his.

Appearance

Pictures, descriptions or both are fine. You can specify preferred forms and what forms they adopt in particular circumstances.

The pale rider is when Death is typically seen as an old man riding a horse, leading another horse behind him. This form tends to be a gaunt man with pale skin, dry and stretched skin, and spindly bony fingers. He is a pale rider.

Pale Rider Form

But his proper form is that of a tall, middle-aged man with a large set of thick feathered wings upon his back and a halo. This form is usually seen with a staff, a scythe, or an axe. In the other hand, he either has a clock or a broken hourglass in his other hand. Almost entirely clothed either in pure white or pure black, depending on the individual, each person will likely see his clothing and halo in a different light.

Proper Form

The Gardener
This form is similar to the first but more jovial and quaint, but often only seen in forests or wilderness areas away from people or towns that quickly. But, if looked upon by most, it will seem like a ghost planting ghost plants, from trees to flowers.

He may have other lesser appearances, but that depends on the person. He often changes his appearance to ease the passing and judgment of the dead. Be it an animal, plant, or person; he will take the form which may ease the dead or frighten them depending on his first impression.

Death
His last appearance is that which he is typically idolized as, and that is a skeleton with a dark cloak over his form.

Description

Description

Szukaj-życia tends to be kind; most of the world is innocent, and nature tends to be quaint in his realm. He is often at home but also in the mortal realm, where he makes treats with those who enter his domain.

He is typically solemn and quiet when in his domain, his home. He often goes to writing stories he heard from those who have died, painting pictures of those he has taken in, and caring for those who reside in his yard and realm, primarily the entities of nature. Tending to ghostly gardens, feeding ghostly animals, and talking to those dead judged well by him who are residing within the gardens of death.

Going to the spans of his home are those who have been judged poorly, who tend to be in pain and suffering compared to those closest to his home. These individuals have typically done something wrong in their lives, but it is to be judged when they die based on the action; they tend to be hunted by predatory animals that reside there.

But in the mortal realm, he tends to be just a traveler who acts as a guide as he wanders and travels. He is humble and wise, trying to spread wisdom, joy, and life. A hermit, he is just around, traveling and finding those about to enter his domain. Seen by many as just a traveler and often can be found within towns and cities across the world as just a simple man.

But oftentimes, he tends to the world, reaping what the world has sown for him. And he lives a simple life, doing a simple job. He kept to himself mainly in the wilderness and seemed like a beggar or a wise old man out in the wild. But for the most part, his parts throughout the world are there to be shepherds into the next life for those who die.

But finally, he is typically correlated with dying and the causation of death, which he is not. He is just the messenger and guide.

Musical Theme

Knights of the Skies

Poptart

Terry

Name: Terry Michael Adams
Callsign: Poptart - BW-331
Age: 57
Species: Human
Nationality: South Eastern United States
Appearance:

artwork

Aging but spry American, thicker, more built like traditional individuals who keep their body up instead of body built. But relatively straight to military standard with slightly longer than normal hairstyles. Often found in jackets, flight suits, and with a helmet on at all times. His hair is graying, but with a thicker head of hair and some dye, he at most can be considered a pepper shaker in hair. He looks well for his age, and for the most part is healthy and spry compared to the other older pilots.

Personality: Relatively laid back and chill. Not very stern or stressed, but can be if needed. Open book, and can talk for hours if needed. Can be more father-like to younger pilots, and is usually cooking, or sitting in a plane/lounge area. But overall, he is a relatively cheery individual, happy, constantly moving and he doesn't sit still much. But, he can turn bitter, and almost cynical in a moments notice, with prejudice expelling from him as a dark aura surrounds him should specific topics be brought up. Though he does try to contain it around the younger folk, he also prefers being in a plane compared to talking and debating tactics. he can do that, but he prefers an active lifestyle.

He also can seem distant and lonely; he chose to have the weapons systems rerouted to automation, long distance, or by manual pilot control. This is likely a symptom of his past, the same thing that brings out his bitterness. He tends to keep most of these things in places he seems to feel safe or places he knows he can be alone; this is typically his cock pit and random areas around the base. Possibly a hoarding situation, but nonetheless, he is a strong combat veteran with plenty of experience and wisdom to pass on.

Personal History: Raised in an Army family, he grew into a young pilot at a young age, joining local civil air patrol groups where his family moved around. Eventually, his father got stationed on a base flying the A4, and training other Second/Third-world pilots how to operate the aircraft, he would learn to fly it as well.

When he turned 18, he was accepted into the Army Air Corps if he got a commission or stayed in long enough to become a Warrant Officer. He chose the former and became an officer, attending school under a ROTC in Alabama. He would return to base, have enough signatures to become a pilot, and train for over a year in the F-111 Aardvark, gaining the callsign 'Poptart' after his love for poptarts in flight school, flying it in Desert Storm within the next few years of his life. He flew in every sortie he could, and eventually, after Desert Storm, he was sidelined for other aircraft and their supposed capabilities, though he was still used and trained by other pilots. He would be discharged to become a UPS pilot for several years before 9/11 happened, and he reenlisted in the army, continuing with tactical support and his experience as a heavier plane pilot, the AC-130. He would continue to fly this until the Obama administration when he left the army again under honorable discharge and continued his life as a Southwest pilot until he was brought back to fight against those wishing to coup the United States. He went back into service with reserve planes, one of which was the F-111, which he continues to fly today in primarily multi-role missions.

His life when the war began, and the asteroids hit turned him into a darker version of his older self; his wife and children were killed in the initial moments of the war by an asteroid impact. While he tries to keep a cheerful mood like his old self, he has turned bitter, and for the worse. But, his history after this is standard to most close support, and strategic bombing pilots, though he sometimes has to engage in air-to-air combat with long-range missiles. But, he typically is there on base to train and support other pilots, especially the younger pilots and those who have gone through something in recent times.

Personal Weapons/Gear:
M9 Beretta - Standard US Army early 2000s
K-Bar
Seat Hatchet
M4A1 (Co-Pilot seat)
Henry 45-70 repeating rifle (Co-Pilot Seat)
Cimmaron Arizona Ranger Competition (Co-Pilot Seat)
M6-Chappa x - multicaliber survival gun

Standard Seat Kit
(Fire Kit/2 weeks ration pack/Water filtration kit/flare gun/reflective tarp blanket/bear spray/animal repellent/dotting spray)

Kitbag (strapped onto copilot seat)
Picture of family in frame
Cooking Kit
Mills bag
letters from family
most personal information/belongings (diplomas/identification cards and paperwork/etc)
Survival Radio

Aircraft F-111M

Aircraft : F-111M (F-111 Modernized)
Specifications : F-111 model, with updated computer systems, refitted engines, and hull strengthening for updated mechanical systems and faster speeds. Better radar, and electronic equipment for other uses such as electronic warfare. Better thrust/engine systems.

General Use/Purpose : Being brought back from the reserve air fleet, the planes underwent modifications for more autonomy and use as multi-role aircraft. BeingGe able to defend itself from incoming air targets with a decent statistic rate, to its intended role as a ground support/strategic bomber. Able to flow traditionally with both a Pilot and Weapons Operator/Co-Pilot, or with only a pilot and a set of automation/additions to allow remote weapons control or manual control/lock depending on operation integrity and shortage of those knowledgeable in the combined systems.

Extra modifications for pilots' aircraft
Automation/Single pilot station for aircraft.
Multi-role racks for in-air equipment and ordinance for newer/broad range of weapon systems.
Laptop tray and laptop (for weapons systems)

Photo of plane

Knights of the Skies

@Silverwind Blade They still fly here in the States sometimes during airshows, specially in the South. They are beautiful, I wish I could have seen them in action. But, I guess airshows are a lot more prevalent here in the states than in the Old World.

Knights of the Skies

@Silverwind Blade I suggest trying to find one in an airshow, that and the A-4, beautiful planes and majestic in all accounts. I saw a few when an Aussie group and some diggers came here to the states for training when I was doing a FoI on a local base, and she sounded beautiful.

Knights of the Skies

<Snipped quote by Jamesyco>

The F-111 is absolutely allowed; multirole aircraft are perfectly fine. Won't all be air-to-air combat in the slightest.
The F-111 almost straddles the line between Strategic Bomber and tactical aircraft, but it's been used as both, so I don't have a problem with it. I debated choosing one myself, actually.

<Snipped quote by sly13>

No problems, was just getting a bit antsy since I had a good few people on the Int Check, and then nobody seemed to follow across to the OOC. Good to see you're here now, though.

@Silverwind Blade

Just wanted to double-check because of that line. but

Poptart

Terry

Name: Terry Michael Adams
Callsign: Poptart - BW-331
Age: 57
Species: Human
Nationality: South Eastern United States
Appearance:

artwork

Aging but spry American, thicker, more built like traditional individuals who keep their body up instead of body built. But relatively straight to military standard with slightly longer than normal hairstyles. Often found in jackets, flight suits, and with a helmet on at all times. His hair is graying, but with a thicker head of hair and some dye, he at most can be considered a pepper shaker in hair. He looks well for his age, and for the most part is healthy and spry compared to the other older pilots.

Personality: Relatively laid back and chill. Not very stern or stressed, but can be if needed. Open book, and can talk for hours if needed. Can be more father-like to younger pilots, and is usually cooking, or sitting in a plane/lounge area. But overall, he is a relatively cheery individual, happy, constantly moving and he doesn't sit still much. But, he can turn bitter, and almost cynical in a moments notice, with prejudice expelling from him as a dark aura surrounds him should specific topics be brought up. Though he does try to contain it around the younger folk, he also prefers being in a plane compared to talking and debating tactics. he can do that, but he prefers an active lifestyle.

He also can seem distant and lonely; he chose to have the weapons systems rerouted to automation, long distance, or by manual pilot control. This is likely a symptom of his past, the same thing that brings out his bitterness. He tends to keep most of these things in places he seems to feel safe or places he knows he can be alone; this is typically his cock pit and random areas around the base. Possibly a hoarding situation, but nonetheless, he is a strong combat veteran with plenty of experience and wisdom to pass on.

Personal History: Raised in an Army family, he grew into a young pilot at a young age, joining local civil air patrol groups where his family moved around. Eventually, his father got stationed on a base flying the A4, and training other Second/Third-world pilots how to operate the aircraft, he would learn to fly it as well.

When he turned 18, he was accepted into the Army Air Corps if he got a commission or stayed in long enough to become a Warrant Officer. He chose the former and became an officer, attending school under a ROTC in Alabama. He would return to base, have enough signatures to become a pilot, and train for over a year in the F-111 Aardvark, gaining the callsign 'Poptart' after his love for poptarts in flight school, flying it in Desert Storm within the next few years of his life. He flew in every sortie he could, and eventually, after Desert Storm, he was sidelined for other aircraft and their supposed capabilities, though he was still used and trained by other pilots. He would be discharged to become a UPS pilot for several years before 9/11 happened, and he reenlisted in the army, continuing with tactical support and his experience as a heavier plane pilot, the AC-130. He would continue to fly this until the Obama administration when he left the army again under honorable discharge and continued his life as a Southwest pilot until he was brought back to fight against those wishing to coup the United States. He went back into service with reserve planes, one of which was the F-111, which he continues to fly today in primarily multi-role missions.

His life when the war began, and the asteroids hit turned him into a darker version of his older self; his wife and children were killed in the initial moments of the war by an asteroid impact. While he tries to keep a cheerful mood like his old self, he has turned bitter, and for the worse. But, his history after this is standard to most close support, and strategic bombing pilots, though he sometimes has to engage in air-to-air combat with long-range missiles. But, he typically is there on base to train and support other pilots, especially the younger pilots and those who have gone through something in recent times.

Personal Weapons/Gear:
M9 Beretta - Standard US Army early 2000s
K-Bar
Seat Hatchet
M4A1 (Co-Pilot seat)
Henry 45-70 repeating rifle (Co-Pilot Seat)
Cimmaron Arizona Ranger Competition (Co-Pilot Seat)
M6-Chappa x - multicaliber survival gun

Standard Seat Kit
(Fire Kit/2 weeks ration pack/Water filtration kit/flare gun/reflective tarp blanket/bear spray/animal repellent/dotting spray)

Kitbag (strapped onto copilot seat)
Picture of family in frame
Cooking Kit
Mills bag
letters from family
most personal information/belongings (diplomas/identification cards and paperwork/etc)
Survival Radio

Aircraft F-111M

Aircraft : F-111M (F-111 Modernized)
Specifications : F-111 model, with updated computer systems, refitted engines, and hull strengthening for updated mechanical systems and faster speeds. Better radar, and electronic equipment for other uses such as electronic warfare. Better thrust/engine systems.

General Use/Purpose : Being brought back from the reserve air fleet, the planes underwent modifications for more autonomy and use as multi-role aircraft. BeingGe able to defend itself from incoming air targets with a decent statistic rate, to its intended role as a ground support/strategic bomber. Able to flow traditionally with both a Pilot and Weapons Operator/Co-Pilot, or with only a pilot and a set of automation/additions to allow remote weapons control or manual control/lock depending on operation integrity and shortage of those knowledgeable in the combined systems.

Extra modifications for pilots' aircraft
Automation/Single pilot station for aircraft.
Multi-role racks for in-air equipment and ordinance for newer/broad range of weapon systems.
Laptop tray and laptop (for weapons systems)

Photo of plane

Knights of the Skies

Yep, trying to get stuff sorted since I just got a new project settled, also something like the F-111 Aardvark allowed? I know that is more of a multirole/strat.

Welcome to Vradia

Torsten

---

The morning was quiet, and he was surprised to see the place empty, the fact that no one was about for the morning, though he figured people were out in fields or doing as they needed to survive for the next day. The town was just as droll, but for the sky, cobbled stones, and rain had their beauty, he saw it differently.

The meadows were almost the same; their natural beauty was something else. He noticed a few puddles; they were just small ponds of life that would be away within a few hours or days. However, he just listened to the birds and thumping of rabbits. The urgency to run was something normal; wildlife was something free, but it had to be afraid to lose the freedom it has or its life.

Torsten looked at those as he followed the pack; he leaned over Faline's shoulder and looked up, then down at the map again as he straightened himself back up. His nostrils slowly lowered as his breath slowed, he rolled his shoulder some as his far hand went up to pull on it, leaving a loud pop before his shoulder rolled forward once again.

"It is a good time of life and enjoyment, and I am glad there are those out here in this world to work and toil in its beauty." he said with a soft demeanor, "But a rest for prayer may work well, to collect and listen to the world around us as those watch from above."

Knights of the Skies

I'm down for the aircraft deal if you're still looking for players?

Welcome to Vradia

Torsten

---

The man was on the floor beside his bed; his head was bowed, and his face was covered on the side towards the other women. He lifted his head slowly, and the man stood as he nodded when the cook came in. There was not much to him, which saved him a lot of time, and thankfully, prayer time came as dawn came. He looked over at the buns on the table and slowly shuffled his things back around him. A long sword and a wooden round shield hung off his belt. He slid his cloaks over them each and let himself become the block of mountain man that he was. He also moved a bow through a small hanging leather piece, letting it rest there as it sat partway on his leg and another part on his back.

He looked at a small pack, likely full of food and such, and lifted it over his shoulder as he let it hang on his back. Torsten looked towards Faline and nodded softly, "I am ready; I assume our changeling friend will be as well... She will be a good scout. She is one closer to nature and can be much smaller than us.."

The man slowly approached the table as he looked down at the bun. With one hand, he lifted one to look at it with finer detail, smelling it, squeezing it, and finally taking a small bite. Then he ate slowly, making sure to eat it slowly. Moving back towards the bed he was in and the door, he would finish his bun quickly, efficiently, and with little thought to anything taste.

"Enjoy your food, for we will likely not have as much in the near future, I have a few pots and pans to cook and toolsets for preparation, but it may not be as good."