Ok. Well I can time skip. I think to the day prior to your 21st will do nicely. Is that ok with you?
Of course I will have something special written before that happens.
Of course I will have something special written before that happens.
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Name:Johnathen Brisby
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Rank: Adult male
Trade: cook
Upright Appearance:
Canine Appearance:
Personality: The pack is Johns family and that makes him care for them like family. His passion is what keeps him from being more. John Loves to cook it was his passion the same way some painted or played a particular style of music. He could take any type of food and turn it into something that made even the most unsophisticated pallet take notice. Everything he did was basic and then the seasonings would change the melody or flavor from elevator music to Phil harmonic in surround sound. This is how John spoke to people. His mood was always intense but he was focused and generally happy. With no ambition other then to cook his standing in the pack is low. He follows the alpha out of instinct and his fathers teachings, John shows the proper respect at all times. His only raw nerve is the mistreatment of animals.
History: Johns parents were good, they raised him and taught him about the truth in his blood. He learned a lot from his father including his cooking ability. Having no competition as an only child John enjoyed the full attention of his parents. Being at the low end of the pack standing has alienated him from finding a mate. This lack of companionship redoubles his efforts to be a better cook. When John turned twenty a wanderlust had taken root. The tales of his experiences and the knowledge that was earned from having faced the trails of his travels give him the confidence he uses every day. He traveled for years until being found by the current pack.
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Gender: Male
Age: 32
Rank: Adult male
Trade: cook
Upright Appearance:
Canine Appearance:
Personality: The pack is Johns family and that makes him care for them like family. His passion is what keeps him from being more. John Loves to cook it was his passion the same way some painted or played a particular style of music. He could take any type of food and turn it into something that made even the most unsophisticated pallet take notice. Everything he did was basic and then the seasonings would change the melody or flavor from elevator music to Phil harmonic in surround sound. This is how John spoke to people. His mood was always intense but he was focused and generally happy. With no ambition other then to cook his standing in the pack is low. He follows the alpha out of instinct and his fathers teachings, John shows the proper respect at all times. His only raw nerve is the mistreatment of animals.
History: Johns parents were good, they raised him and taught him about the truth in his blood. He learned a lot from his father including his cooking ability. Having no competition as an only child John enjoyed the full attention of his parents. Being at the low end of the pack standing has alienated him from finding a mate. This lack of companionship redoubles his efforts to be a better cook. When John turned twenty a wanderlust had taken root. The tales of his experiences and the knowledge that was earned from having faced the trails of his travels give him the confidence he uses every day. He traveled for years until being found by the current pack.
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Being in the black made Iean a little more introspective. He entered his room to find a book about Buddhism. He then went to the hold and sat on the gang plank facing the hold. Reading helped to pass the time during the long trips. The heart of gold was a good design. The ways that the walls in the hold where the center of the ships frame work made Iean believe that his thoughts would spread to the rest of the compartments like a heart pushes blood. The book was one of his favorites. He read the others too, but the simplicity of Buddhism was what helped Iean believe in the good of others.
After a good long while Iean closed the book. He used the teachings more to himself then others. It helped center him. To focus less on the quiet vibration of the engine pushing him further into the black. This was Iean's time. The time to watch the other people sharing the space and learn from them what he could about their personalities and styles. Iean would sit quietly and listen to the voices around him. Not just the crew but the engineer who built these ships. There was a story in each rivet and weld. The creativity of the pioneering spirit was written in this ship. He was never the type to push belief on others but when the situation warranted his attention then he would apply the lesson. Standing to stretch his legs he started to do some yoga.
After a good long while Iean closed the book. He used the teachings more to himself then others. It helped center him. To focus less on the quiet vibration of the engine pushing him further into the black. This was Iean's time. The time to watch the other people sharing the space and learn from them what he could about their personalities and styles. Iean would sit quietly and listen to the voices around him. Not just the crew but the engineer who built these ships. There was a story in each rivet and weld. The creativity of the pioneering spirit was written in this ship. He was never the type to push belief on others but when the situation warranted his attention then he would apply the lesson. Standing to stretch his legs he started to do some yoga.
Reporting in!
Moved character to appropriate sector....
Moved character to appropriate sector....
The sun was up in the sky. At the start of the march to the west the group was obvious. The orc were slower having to squint some of the goblin took to blindfolding their eyes with a thin cloth to help filter out the light. Deillia liked the traveling she moved silently as you did. The taller grass tickled her under thorax and she had a few fits of giggling. With the large white cloak she looked like a low coasting cloud. By dusk the tribal lands were behind you and the unknown was before you. It would be at least a whole second day until you were in the Gnoll hunting grounds. You would have to skirt the swamp of the lizard folk going north by north west.
The night was cooler and the ground was slush with mud. No real dry ground to sleep on. The goblins didn't seem to care. The orc went hunting and brought back a large moose. The group as a whole carved and ate their fill. Deillia took the time and made a web egg cocoon on the ground and sat in it. She looked like a white igloo. That was until she gathered the local grass and dirt making a nearly perfect camouflage. Crawling inside she rummaged about then the egg shaped hut nearly tripled in size. From ten foot diameter to nearly thirty feet across and ten feet high. An oval entrance large enough for some one to walk through.
The night was cooler and the ground was slush with mud. No real dry ground to sleep on. The goblins didn't seem to care. The orc went hunting and brought back a large moose. The group as a whole carved and ate their fill. Deillia took the time and made a web egg cocoon on the ground and sat in it. She looked like a white igloo. That was until she gathered the local grass and dirt making a nearly perfect camouflage. Crawling inside she rummaged about then the egg shaped hut nearly tripled in size. From ten foot diameter to nearly thirty feet across and ten feet high. An oval entrance large enough for some one to walk through.
@Markofkri@AcaciaMalikov
Since there is so much clutter of people who are no longer in the roleplay I was truly thinking of rebooting it in another thread. What do you guys think?
I like this concept. I hope there is enough people to cover the jobs. Or maybe double up on some of the jobs per character to keep the posts flowing?
Holding Olivia as she slept he felt her hair against his face. The scent of her teased him as he took deeper breaths. Shawn's arm around her keeping the blanket over them both. The heat was pleasing and even though the door was closed the wind and cold from outside was dropping the cabin temperature. the rocking of the boat soon set the tone and Shawn fell asleep. Not remembering to set the alarm on his watch. Shawn slept deeply and didn't move until he was lovingly awoken by Olivia's sweet southern voice.
Shawn felt the soft kiss on his cheek. He pulled her close trying to forget the world they lived in or the dangers outside. He loved her and the fact that he wasn't wearing a second outer shirt made the need for her closeness all the more urgent. Not that the cold was the primary reason to have her pressed against him. The cold air from Olivia opening the door shot him awake better then any coffee. Shawn put on the shirt from the side of the bunk. Then putting his shoes and socks on, Shawn walked to the sink to kill any thoughts of him returning to bed by spashing some cold water on his face and hair. He put on his jacket and knit cap. Brushing his teeth and stepping out into the cold N.Y. air. Today was moving day and he hoped they could get a boat big enough to make it comfortable. But it had to be small enough to not be a fat target for coastal raiders.
He took the gun and crowbar with a few knives hidden under his jacket and in his boot. He tucked the gun in a belt holster looped in his back. A stray bullet would end the boat before it could even be searched. The crowbar would be far more useful to ward off any walkers they might find on the boats. When Olivia returned they had the granola breakfast and warm coffee. Keeping the tea as a treat. Getting back out into the cold air they stepped off the boat and walked close together towards the larger boats. Olivia had to remind Shawn to kill walkers and stop staring at her jeans. Thinking of how selfish his attention was being Shawn began to kill walkers keeping his focus on them. They found a small hut on the shore facing the possible boats to search for a replacement. Breaking the lock was easy and the advantage point was ideal. Shawn thought and turned to Olivia. She mentioned that one person should stay behind. She was more then seasoned and any living person would show themselves to a woman faster then a guy. Knowing her past he shook that idea out of his head.
"I think I should go at least this time. Any one on the boat would be less incline to take me on. We have the short range walkies so i will let you know boat by boat how the search is going. I will give you the all clear after I complete the search. If I'm gone for more then a half an hour in a boat take my stuff and leave the bay." He kissed your cheek and stayed low, the light made him too easy to shoot at if someone wanted to. Making it to the first boat Shawn kept one hand on the rail and the other on the crowbar in front of him. Holding his breath he knocked on the hatch with the metal bar. Keying the mic Shawn whispered, "I'm on the boat and knocked no sounds, I'm going inside." Ten minutes of silence Shaw's voice was back on the radio. "This ones clear. No damage. Batteries dead. Moving up the dock." From your position you saw Shawn search each boat and other then the surprise walker in boat five and a boat seven having a family who lost hope deciding to leave this earth together. By the end of the day you had five of twelve boats to pick from. Shawn had the smell of the walkers from the crowbar on him when he returned to the shack.
"My batteries almost dead and I think we could siphon some fuel out of two of the boats. I'm going to have to bash out the ignition switch and get the one from my boat. We should dock my boat to yours then transfer the stuff from yours using my boat. At night make the final move to the new boat. It's going to be easier to move rather then lugging all that stuff in multiple trips."
Shawn felt the soft kiss on his cheek. He pulled her close trying to forget the world they lived in or the dangers outside. He loved her and the fact that he wasn't wearing a second outer shirt made the need for her closeness all the more urgent. Not that the cold was the primary reason to have her pressed against him. The cold air from Olivia opening the door shot him awake better then any coffee. Shawn put on the shirt from the side of the bunk. Then putting his shoes and socks on, Shawn walked to the sink to kill any thoughts of him returning to bed by spashing some cold water on his face and hair. He put on his jacket and knit cap. Brushing his teeth and stepping out into the cold N.Y. air. Today was moving day and he hoped they could get a boat big enough to make it comfortable. But it had to be small enough to not be a fat target for coastal raiders.
He took the gun and crowbar with a few knives hidden under his jacket and in his boot. He tucked the gun in a belt holster looped in his back. A stray bullet would end the boat before it could even be searched. The crowbar would be far more useful to ward off any walkers they might find on the boats. When Olivia returned they had the granola breakfast and warm coffee. Keeping the tea as a treat. Getting back out into the cold air they stepped off the boat and walked close together towards the larger boats. Olivia had to remind Shawn to kill walkers and stop staring at her jeans. Thinking of how selfish his attention was being Shawn began to kill walkers keeping his focus on them. They found a small hut on the shore facing the possible boats to search for a replacement. Breaking the lock was easy and the advantage point was ideal. Shawn thought and turned to Olivia. She mentioned that one person should stay behind. She was more then seasoned and any living person would show themselves to a woman faster then a guy. Knowing her past he shook that idea out of his head.
"I think I should go at least this time. Any one on the boat would be less incline to take me on. We have the short range walkies so i will let you know boat by boat how the search is going. I will give you the all clear after I complete the search. If I'm gone for more then a half an hour in a boat take my stuff and leave the bay." He kissed your cheek and stayed low, the light made him too easy to shoot at if someone wanted to. Making it to the first boat Shawn kept one hand on the rail and the other on the crowbar in front of him. Holding his breath he knocked on the hatch with the metal bar. Keying the mic Shawn whispered, "I'm on the boat and knocked no sounds, I'm going inside." Ten minutes of silence Shaw's voice was back on the radio. "This ones clear. No damage. Batteries dead. Moving up the dock." From your position you saw Shawn search each boat and other then the surprise walker in boat five and a boat seven having a family who lost hope deciding to leave this earth together. By the end of the day you had five of twelve boats to pick from. Shawn had the smell of the walkers from the crowbar on him when he returned to the shack.
"My batteries almost dead and I think we could siphon some fuel out of two of the boats. I'm going to have to bash out the ignition switch and get the one from my boat. We should dock my boat to yours then transfer the stuff from yours using my boat. At night make the final move to the new boat. It's going to be easier to move rather then lugging all that stuff in multiple trips."
This die out? *sad face*
Good point I can time skip to the 21 bday I cant add a new protagonist too soon, Vivian killed off 1/3 of the family. Lots of wills to sort out and new kids to step into the picture. And then there is the necklace and other things, but I wanted you to be happy for a little while unassaulted for a little bit.
I'm at a writers block in this. grrrr.
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