Maxxorlord

Grand Quest Offline

Question time! Since it would appear this will be taking place in some sort of alternate universe, how would we describe their heritage? (Example: They're Arabic. But, since this seems to be an original place, how would we explain something like that? Or is Japerica just some..new country on Earth..? Or..Uhhh..

Yeah. I think you know what I mean. Halp?

Grand Quest Offline (About a Game and Real Life)

Are you looking for six people, or five? Because you use both numbers in your post, so I'm confused.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

The dropping has began. If this isn't defibed soon, we, unfortunately, might enter the dead zone.

Which would like, suck and stuff.

The Skytower Rebellion

Grak sat silently in front of one of his Hoplite battlesuits. The machine was currently offline, standing like a statue in the center of Grak’s workshop. The Chirix turned to the right, looking down at a metal counter top and all the tools that rested upon it. Greak rumaged though the piles of tools, looking for his welder. After an annoyingly long amount of time spent looking, he eventually found the tool he needed and turned back towards the Hoplite. Grak flipped the metal welding mask over his face and activated the ancient device.”Alright, Raz. Lower it.” Raz, standing behind the Hoplite, used a pully to slowly bring the grenade launcher down on the Hoplite’s left shoulder. Raz turned away just as Grak went to work welding the weapon onto the Hoplite’s shoulder. After a few moments of silence except for the buzzing of the welder, Raz spoke up.”Hey, Grak?” Grak stopped welding for a moment and looked up from his seated position at his brother.”Yes?” He asked.”Well- You can keep welding, by the way,” At this, Grak returned to his work as Raz continued speaking.”I've been thinking. What do all the great criminals of Babylon own?” Grak sat thinking about the question for a moment.”What, Raz?” He decided to ask.”Land, Grak. Land!” Raz responded enthusiastically.”Land? What are you going on about, Raz?” Grak asked, annoyance obvious in his voice.”Just hear me out on this one, brother. All the best of Babylon’s underworld: they all own a chunk of land in Babylon. I mean, we spent all day today moving from Babylon to Shanty Town today. Do you know how much more we could get down if we didn't have to go anywhere for our transactions?”

Grak stopped his work and flipped his mask up, motioning for Rak to remove the pully with his hand.”How do you expect us to hold more than a tiny chunk of land in Babylon? There’s only five of us, Raz. Most of us aren’t the…physical types, either. We’d need men. We’d need money. Where are we suppose to get all that?” Raz shook his head.”I’ve got a plan, Grak.” Grak looked uneasily at his brother as he raised a device and sprayed cooling air at the heated metal. Raz looked far too excited about this whole thing.”Well, go on.” Grak said impatiently.”There’s this Chirix-only gang in the Projects. They own three levels of one of the towers. Well, I’ve got a buddy on the inside, see? He said there’s been some..disagreements among the top ranks. Says that everyone’s distrustful on the leader after that incident the other day. He seems to think, and I agree, that you could show up with your mechs, kill the leader, and take his place. We’d have land, a source of income, and all the manpower we’d need.”

If what Raz was saying was true, Grak could see why he was so excited. That was quite the oppurtunity he was talking about.”Wait, you mentioned a source of income. What are you talkin’ about, Raz?” Raz shrugged at that.”The gang taxes the occupants of their territory for protection. That, and apparently, our guns would sell for quite a bit more in the Projects.” Grak nodded at that.”Ya know what, Raz? Let’s give it a go. Call up your mate and see what you can do. Take as many Hoplites as you need when you go to take over.” Raz looked surprised at that.”You don’t want’a be there yourself?” Grak turned from the Hoplite and began to rapidly type away on a holographic keyboard.”No. I’ve got work to do. Besides, what if something happened to me over there? No, you have to go.” At that last phrase of Grak’s statement, Raz seemed to jump.”W-what?” Does he really not care what happens to me? I’m his flesh-brother! “Uhm, yeah boss. Whatever you say.” Raz quickly shuffled out of the room, quite unnevered by the experience.”Boss..?” Grak whispered out loud, looking back at the door after Raz closed it behind him.”You always call me brother..” Grak shrugged it off and went back to programming the Hoplite, just as Robert Sinclaire popped up onto OLNN. Grak glanced up from his work at the broadcast.”Kira, who is Robert Sinclaire?” There was a beeping sound as the machine acknowledged his request before the AI answered.” Robert Kruschev Sinclaire, in his fourties, Former C.E.O. of Multinational Corporation Yggdrasil Industries, current politician in CGB office..” Grak became absorbed in listening to Kira read Extrapedia’s entry on Mister Sinclaire, working slower than he would if he were only half paying attention. Who was this man who stood against BESC so openly?

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Just waiting for Hamster to accept me.

The Skytower Rebellion

I'll be posting the next chance I get. Saturday, most likely..

Warhammer 40K: Imperium Broken

*Pokes thread with stick*

Working on a sheet, currently. Hoping that this 40K RP might be different from the rest. We'll see, I suppose!

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

SHA-BAM!

Character Name: Barric Goreater The Terrifying

Species: Mountain Orc

Species description: Mountain orcs, unlike their lowland brothers, are tall and broad in stature. Their skin tends to be a pale grey instead of green to allow them to blend in with the rocky sides of mountains. The average Mountain Orc is between six and eight feet tall, weighing between three hundred to eight hundred pounds. Unlike other strands of the Orc gene, Mountain Orcs lack cunning, but make up for it in savagery and fearlessness. Their intelligence is usually lesser than the average human being, but the few intelligent Mountain Orcs are quick to rise in the ranks of their tribes and clans.

Gender: Male
Age: Eight hundred and twelve years old

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:

Unnatural strength - Even by Mountain Orc stands, Barric is very strong. He can lift nearly one hundred and eighty pounds with one hand. His greatest feat is when he, in a fit of uncontrollable rage, crushed the skull of one of his rivals.

Orcish Stamina - Barric is as Orcish as they come. As such, he was born with all of an Orcs natural abilities. One such trait is the inhuman stamina that Orcs are blessed with. They can fight at peak strength for hours at a time. An Orc can run miles at a quick pace without tiring.

Orcish Endurance - An Orcs body is like that of a stone. Their skin is as tough as leather, their bones akin to iron, and their muscles unmatched by any man. So the phrase goes, anyway. This phrase isn’t far from the actual truth: An Orc is physically tough to harm, and even tougher to kill.

Indomitable Rage - Barric’s rage is like that of his other Mountain Orc kin: a festering, vile thing, that is easily brought about and just as easily exploited. Barric is quick to anger, and that anger can quickly turn to bloodlust if not spotted and calmed appropriately. An enraged Orc on the battlefield is a terrifying sight to behold, but an enraged Orc in a marketplace or a War Room is clumsy, illogical and easily persuaded.

Always hungry, all the time - Barric likes to eat. Barric needs to eat; even when he isn’t particularly hungry. Now, Barric’s naturally fast matabolism keeps him from gaining any fat, but that only seems to make him even more hungry. Because of this unnatural hungry, Barric has, on occasion, been brought to eat something that wasn’t cooked yet. Or even dead, for that matter. He has feasted upon fallen Orcs for various reasons. It was for this trait that he gained his name and title.

Slow of mind, and of body - Barric isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the proverbial shed. He doesn’t know much about anything except killing things, and even then his general tactic is either stab it or bite it. Along with that comes his natural lack of agility: Mountain Orcs aren’t quick on their feet. At all. Some Orcs are even more static than Dwarves in combat. Barric isn’t that bad, but he’s still pretty slow.


Background: Barric Goreater hails from the Mountain Orc tribe Kal’if Tacub (Roughly translates to Warriors of Blood), which is located in what the Humans call “The South Spires.” They lived in shacks grouped together into villages. A single village would control a single mountain, and groups of mountains were controlled by a single tribe. All the tribes in a single mountain range would (usually) form a clan. The tribes of the South Spires, however, never availed to such a thing. No, the tribes fought among themselves constantly, over the silliest of things. Barric’s father was the tribe chieftain, and as such Barric was expected to be just as strong and brave as his father. Barric’s father, being the busy Orc that he was, charged his brother to raise Barric.

Now, Barric’s uncle was a raider. He’d go out into the lands of other peoples and burn crops and kidnap people and take whatever he wanted. Uncle raised Barric in these same conditions, with these same rules: If Barric wanted something, he could have it, if only he could take it. Barric participated in every raid his uncle did, following his teaching and doing as he was told to do. At the age of twenty five, Barric reached adulthood. A few weeks after his birthmoon (Orcs use a lunar calendar,) Barric found himself participating in his first war. The Warriors of Blood burned a village of a neighboring tribe, known as the Executioners of Gore, and kidnapped the daughter of that tribe’s chieftain.

It was during this war that Barric made himself known as a mighty warrior and a merciless killer. He was responsible for the majority of women and children that tended to die during raids, and began to become known for cannibalizing his victims while they still held breath. Barric was put under house arrest by his own father after Barric made eating his enemies a habit. It was too late, however: Barric had a taste for flesh. After the Warriors of Blood annexed the Executioners of Gore, Barric found himself promoted to the position of Skull Captain to accommodate the growing military force the Warriors commanded. At the age of one hundred and seven, Barric lost his father to Elven lancers. In a fit of rage, Barric took a hunting party and feasted upon an entire village of Elves. It was on that day that Barric took the mantle as Chieftain, and began his rule as a tyrant.

Hundreds of years past, and the Warriors of Blood watched as the human empire from the Western Sea fought the unified forces of Eulona. The Mountain Orcs did not care to get involved with the other races and their fights, and as such had little contact with the outside world. There were times that humans would come into their mountain range and try to set up mines and such things, but each time Goreater and his horde would drive them out. Occasionally the humans would bring warriors with them, but the puny fools were weak when off their horses. The Mountain Orcs soon learned, however, that the flip side to their weakness on foot was that they dominated the Orcs in open fields. So Barric ceased all raids against the outside world. It was this declaration that started the beginning of the end.

You see, The Warriors of Blood survived by raiding. That was their main source of income, food, and resources. But when Barric refused to allow raids on outsiders, the tribe was forced to raid from their neighbors. Their neighbors would not stand for it, and three of the tribes that the Warriors shared borders with allied together and attacked the Kal’if Tacub tribe. The Warriors, seeing the futility in trying to resist such numbers, surrendered. Goreater was banished to the lowlands and a new chieftain took his place, and raids on the humans and elves started once more.

Barric has lived off the land for thirty eight years. He lives the life of a nomad, always on the move. He has survived off nature, as well as the things of passersby. As of late, Barric has been scheming: thinking of some way that he might return to his tribe and become chief once more. He’s resolved to seek out the help of outsiders in his quest to return to the throne..

Appearance:

Seven foot nine, five hundred and twenty eight pounds, red eyes and grey skin. Blue tattoos snake around his body.

Reason for Detainment: N/A

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

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Note to Biddz: Attempted character interaction in edited post.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

I see. Well, I'm not one to jump ship early, and, in truth, Id like to keep my ears..