Markofkri

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Iean was picked up on Persephone with some of the cargo from that one job that time. Now he has heathens a plenty right here. He helps with the lifting and look out type jobs. Other times he blesses the food quietly and the cargo. He has currently said a prayer for the crappy compression coil three light years past the expiration date. To pass the time in between ports he can be found reading in his room practicing the lepers and hell fire speech for them that need it. Other times he is doing tai chi in the open space of the hold. He wears traditional Shepperd garb and some times his traveling clothes.

There were hints at the skills he hid by the various things he knew that a shepperd wouldn't normally know. The insignia of alliance commanders, the knowledge of covertly gathering alliance signals from the cortex without being detected and passing the info to the captain. In his room he keeps a long brown coat with a hole by the right leg stained with blood in the bottom of his foot locker. The fact that he was in the war as a brown coat is known, but only the few he served with know the real Iean.

Looking at the mechanic who was under one of the consoles Iean scratched his head as to how this situation could be resolved through faith then he remembered one of these guys was a carpenter. Which made him an engineer of sorts. So following that logic and saying something similar to "Heal thyself" in Chinese he hit the console a few times with the good book. Scratching his head again with a smile on his face, "Well, to be fair that normally works on the younger generation."

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Name: Iean McKennenith
Age: 28
Position: 'Shepperd'
Appearance/Clothing:
Skills: Close quarter combat. Ti chi, melee weapons, kung-fu mantis style, tactics, land navigation, communications encryption, Military code recognition, electronic warfare, electronic security bypass procedures
Crimes Against The Alliance: Brown coat. Rank of first lieutenant
Additional Information: Brown coat. Fought in the battle of Rygil 7. Two Metals of valor. Purple heart. Fake right leg at the knee.
Weapons: None
Possessions:Books on earth that was. Multiple religious text.
Personality: Mad prophet "What could it be? Were all doomed! Who's flying this thing? Oh, right. That's just the intercom light."
History: Gentlemen graduate at (West point equivalent) with honors. His parents were proud and members of the elect officials. As the war broke out he was given orders to join a unit with the alliance. He had some disagreement on that point. Believing The rights of the individual out weighed the needs of the state. Instead of joining the alliance Iean took on a brown coat. He fought hard and was know to his men as the solider. Regardless of rank Iean made it a point to be on terms with his men. He never left one on the battle field and weighed the risk to his men over the mission. The crushing defeat at Serenity valley forced command to send a wave to lay down arms. He rallied those who were willing and saved those who were pinned down during the surrender. The over use of force by the alliance made him a brown coat for life. As the smoke cleared Iean was being fitted with a prosthetic and awarded his purple heart. Now fresh from the Abby he aims to spread the word to those that need it.

Looking for a 4th. (ThatWeirdChick/Markofkri)

Jason:

With a smile and a wink Jason gets up and answers the door. "Will you have guests."

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

moved to character section as per @Afina

The Last Sword

bump.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

"My plan is simple I cant heal you its not a physical injury. The mental state is something you have to fix. The first step is identifying the issue, and the flawed thought process that is keeping you from identifying that there is an issue. Take a minute and look at how your body is telling me you don't have a problem. You went into a classic shut me out pose. You feel threatened and close me out before you see that this is an intervention. Cause and effect. You harm yourself the people that care get you help but you don't see that. How could you? You identify the negative people in your past with every person. Those people who kidnapped you were fucked in the head and if this was ancient Rome they would be crucified. However I am not Caesar and this is not Rome. It's the risk we take, getting to know someone. I have spoken to the people in this house. I am here at your aunt Amanda's request. She cares about you, but is at a loss on how to help you. allow me to put it in another way. I take my car to the mechanic near by do I trust him? No. I do the research and get the history before I just hand over my keys and let him charge me for work I don't need. This is what I suggest you try. Do the research. I think you need to learn this before you trust. The only way to get that far is by open dialogue. From where I sit you just toss the mechanic the keys and then get pissed when they rip you off."

Still leaning forward in his chair resting his hands palms up he continues. "You are right people are in it for the money. That's part of a job. This job gets more complex then others. Once I commit myself to a person I don't let go. We are sitting here in this room because people care about you. As long as they have faith in me and believe I can help someone then I must do everything I can for that person. You mention you are being forced to be here. Taking that statement lets build on it. Whom do you blame for setting all of this in motion?"

Distant star

The crew looked panicked. You were the only combatant on board. Everyone waited on your reaction to the new development.

What Is Left -- The Walking Dead

Shawn caught her face in the light she was younger and very pretty despite the conditions of the world. A little thin guessing from the tough times and all. He was glad to know she was from the south and from the look of her, home grown. He took a few small steps into the light so as not to scare her. The fact that two southerners had survived and traveled to the north only to meet was against the longest odds. He was grateful to see another human soul in this god forsaken place.

As the light went out on the lamp he had hoped he got to her in time and was the only one that saw the light and heard the singing. He was blind waiting for his eyes to readjust to the night. Widening his stance just in case it was a trap. Three years give or take and now this. It was worth the risk just to talk to someone and share tales. In the army it was what people did to keep their mind off where they were and what they were trained to do. Two people on a post looking out at nothing and sharing tales of what they would do if they were home. When Shawn returned from the base to his home he often wondered why people had stopped talking to each other. Saying hi to a neighbor and just acting like a human instead of a hermit.

This would not be an opportunity he would let pass. Especially since she had accepted. He would move slow and not ask too personal a question. Keeping the conversation civil like. He wouldn't do anything threatening. The fact that another person had talked to him Shawn couldn't help but let the warm smile a person gets when they are met with kindness shine like a torch. She became a more impressive figure then lady liberty herself.

"Well I know that's right I recon without the southern back drop our slow southern draw would hint at where we're from. I'm from Tennessee just a short ride north outta Jackson." He scratched his head and flashed a smile at the kindness to a stranger would produce. He was glad to be southern. "I'm going to put my hands down real slow like. I would be munch oblige for the conversation I haven't had someone to talk to in a spell. I had some coffee going but it will keep." Shawn climbs the boat and smiles again. "I'm sorry miss I didn't ever catch your name."

What Is Left -- The Walking Dead

The first pot of coffee was Ambrosia to him. Shawn let it filter and couldn't wait for it to completely get warm but the weather outside forced him to wait. He burned his tongue on the first cup, but it was worth it! The caffeine in his body and the flavor was great the sugar and powder creamer made those stairs seem trivial now. He let the warmth grow in his body. The second cup was interrupted by a voice out side. "A navy song? Who would..." Shawn put the cup down and listened intently the voice was a woman's voice!

It was a sound from a silent city. He grabbed his crowbar and ran up the stairs. Getting only half way Shawn rushed back down stairs and put on his pants and boots. He shook his head as he did this. "Easy Shawn, don't get us killed now." He stood up letting a sigh go to help him relax. Shaw rose out of the boat to see a light on one of the boats and a female voice singing a navy song. Was this a trap? If it was it was a good one. Too bad had seen this movie. He put the crowbar back and tucked the gun in a fresh hole from the leather coat he found. A knife taped to his forearm just in case. He waited a moment to see who else might of heard this.

Five minutes passed and the song was over he made noise as he walked down the wooden dock to the boat with the voice. Letting the heavy boots announce his presence before he even uttered a word. Regardless of her actions he stood his ground. "Please don't be alarmed I heard the singing and thought it an invitation." Shawn raises his hands to show them as empty. "My name is Shawn and I'm a neighbor of sorts. Could you douse the light? You'll attract other scavengers who would think of you as a cast off treasure. I'm going to walk slowly away and it was nice meeting you."

The Tribe

As the griffin became smaller and faded into the sky Deillia laid back down and looked at you before closing her eyes. The night was cool and uneventful. You continued the journey passing a patrol who after a short questionnaire let you pass. By night fall you stood on the ridge overlooking the Tribe who now had patrols returning some missing members and some with prisoners. The fire pits burned the nose and drowned out any other smells. The forest was only a field of stumps. Some of the orc wore new armor. There were a lot of weapons everywhere.

Deillia had her cloak ripped off which was a bad move and as the orc silently suffocated in the sticky garment she was halted by the guard before either of you reached the first hut. "A drider? Kill it!" One of the guard yelled. Some of the rangers notched arrows and brought up their heavy cross bows. She tried to make herself small behind you.