May

The Two Covens

Okey dokey. Thanks :)

The Two Covens

Quick question, dunno if I missed it or anything, but hybrids are born, not made? Or is it both?

The Two Covens

Lol I know, I'm not upset about having it limited. It makes it a little easier for me so it's alright.

And I know what it was for. I do the same thing with my 1x1 interest checks myself.

The Two Covens

Whelp looks like my choice has been half made. Snooze you lose huh? No worries though.

As for choosing a favorite anything? Dunno if I can really do that

The Two Covens

I'm interested. Gotta do some more reading and thinking before I decide on witch or hybrid.

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

Sorry that took a bit. Also, @RavenFire I'm going to have a real hard time looking at Seth as not a fighter since every roll I've seen Jamie in has been a fighter in some respect.

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

He felt almost nervous watching the others go across. Not because he was too worried about himself. He was, this was a dangerous stunk to pull off in the best of conditions and in the best of health. They had neither. Even if some of them were fairing better in the health and physical shape than others, overall, they were all just a few breaths away from not breathing anymore.

You could give up, a little voice somewhere in his head whispered. Even that was too tired sometimes to put up much of a fight.

"Or I could not," Ricky grumbled back, the sound of his voice lost in the wind as he watched the little blonde woman go across ahead of him. She was a pretty thing, what he could see if her, and sneaky too. He sometimes thought of her as a less hair hobbit, even if she wasn't quite that short. Just thankfully he'd never said that outloud to her. He still wasn't certain how she would take that, even if he meant it as a compliment.

Once she was over he took a deep breath, wishing he had a smoke so bad. But he'd been bad at rationing those. Stress made him smoke more after all.

You're just a broken chimney.

Ignoring thay he stepped out, being cautious and slow. He was a big man, this cable was not the thickest, let alone the ice and snow and wind. He was not going to fall to his death here. He wouldn’t let something so petty as a ravine be what did him in. But he felt his right foot slip when he was half way there, hands grabbing at nothing while he regained his balance like a some comic circus performer. Once he was back on, stable as could be, he hurried. It was stupid he knew, but he was done being out there. A few other close calls still brought him safely to the other side.

"Wasn't so bad," he said to no one in particular as he crunched through the snow and out of the way of the others behind him.

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

Yay! As a warning, I am in the process of moving, so my replies may be slowish. I should be fine, but I don't know what kind of time I'm going to have. Just nudge me if I'm too slow lol

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

Ricky

Richard Conrad Axford

Appearance
Tall at 6'2", well muscled, (or at least was so before. Lack of food kinda melts muscle down, but there's still a lot there), broad shouldered, and generally built like a working man. Slightly shaggy red hair and beard, fair skinned, freckled, and tattooed. Bright green eyes set in a charmingly handsome face, even with the obvious healed though several times broken nose.

Age
Twenty-six

Gender
Male

Equipment
Parka, hunting knife, rifle with a limited number of bullets left, and a small, dwindling supply of deer jerry and spam.

Skills
Butchery,good shot with any kind of gun (decent with a bow, still learning), manual labor (you need things moved? Built? Destroyed? He's your guy), and mechanical (not that a lot of things work in this cold anyways).

Personality
Cocky, verging on self centered when it comes to anything emotional. Physically though, he'd go out of his way to make sure that someone else was safe. Boisterous, loud, and seemingly always itching for something to do because he wants to fight, but now's not really the time for all that. He occasionally seems to space out, or seem like he's talking to himself. He is, or at least to the voice in his head. He's stable, if not all there sometimes.

Background
Pre Ice Age
Rough childhood living with an alcoholic and abusive father. Not that his mother was a saint either. He was beaten almost daily for most of his youth under fifteen or so. Which is when he finally ran away from home with one of his older brother's. The pair of them lived on the street and the charity of others for a long time. At sixteen, on a visit home to see on of his younger sisters, he got in a brawl with his father that ended with the old man dead and about two months later, Ricky in a juvenile detention center until he was eighteen.

After getting out he got in with a bad crowed that his brother had been running with while Ricky had been detained. The pair of them became something of enforcers for a gang, beating people up for a living. Or a mostly living. Ricky worked part time still for a friend at his autoshop, and part time at a butchers as well.

Post Ice Age
When things stated getting cold, Ricky knew that things were going to get bad. Even if it got warm again when the scientists said it would, there would be bad times in between. So he and his brother prepared as best they could for themselves and what family that was interested. But even the best laid plans of mice and men go astray and the brothers were separated. Ricky's wandered for a while, teaming up with those he's run into and just surviving as best he can.

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

Sooo I got a little wordy. I'm sorry about that lol

Ricky

Richard Conrad Axford

Appearance
Tall at 6'2", well muscled, (or at least was so before. Lack of food kinda melts muscle down, but there's still a lot there), broad shouldered, and generally built like a working man. Slightly shaggy red hair and beard, fair skinned, freckled, and tattooed. Bright green eyes set in a charmingly handsome face, even with the obvious healed though several times broken nose.

Age
Twenty-six

Gender
Male

Equipment
Parka, hunting knife, rifle with a limited number of bullets left, and a small, dwindling supply of deer jerry and spam.

Skills
Butchery,good shot with any kind of gun (decent with a bow, still learning), manual labor (you need things moved? Built? Destroyed? He's your guy), and mechanical (not that a lot of things work in this cold anyways).

Personality
Cocky, verging on self centered when it comes to anything emotional. Physically though, he'd go out of his way to make sure that someone else was safe. Boisterous, loud, and seemingly always itching for something to do because he wants to fight, but now's not really the time for all that. He occasionally seems to space out, or seem like he's talking to himself. He is, or at least to the voice in his head. He's stable, if not all there sometimes.

Background
Pre Ice Age
Rough childhood living with an alcoholic and abusive father. Not that his mother was a saint either. He was beaten almost daily for most of his youth under fifteen or so. Which is when he finally ran away from home with one of his older brother's. The pair of them lived on the street and the charity of others for a long time. At sixteen, on a visit home to see on of his younger sisters, he got in a brawl with his father that ended with the old man dead and about two months later, Ricky in a juvenile detention center until he was eighteen.

After getting out he got in with a bad crowed that his brother had been running with while Ricky had been detained. The pair of them became something of enforcers for a gang, beating people up for a living. Or a mostly living. Ricky worked part time still for a friend at his autoshop, and part time at a butchers as well.

Post Ice Age
When things stated getting cold, Ricky knew that things were going to get bad. Even if it got warm again when the scientists said it would, there would be bad times in between. So he and his brother prepared as best they could for themselves and what family that was interested. But even the best laid plans of mice and men go astray and the brothers were separated. Ricky's wandered for a while, teaming up with those he's run into and just surviving as best he can.