Sweet, been looking forward to this. Good luck every.
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I like RP and RP Accessories.
Not new to RP, new to RPGuild, from canons to OC's, I like it all. I like to fight, I like to plan, I like to random, and I like people in general.
Shoot me a PM at anytime, I'm quick to respond and I like to think I'm a swell fellow when not angry.
Not new to RP, new to RPGuild, from canons to OC's, I like it all. I like to fight, I like to plan, I like to random, and I like people in general.
Shoot me a PM at anytime, I'm quick to respond and I like to think I'm a swell fellow when not angry.
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Steer:
{Am I the only NORMAL guy here?}
So there were plenty of oddballs, weren’t there? All of them seemed tall, some of them seemed medieval, some powerful, some well-armed and then there was Steer Cottonworth. Make no mistake, he was odd in his alright, snow white hair and skin and strange shade of blue eyes and all but some people here took the cake, didn’t they? It also didn’t help the mans appearance was everything that should have been out of place. Having the look of more of a casual tourist of passing by watcher then actual combatant, the whimsical fellow none the less found himself in the entrance lobby of the apparent tournament to be entrance, invite in hand and pale white faced somewhat baffled. Drama seemed to be the word to describe most of the entrances here, confusion to, demands of respect, and well luckily one normal, much like himself. Hands in the pocket of a somewhat fluffy hoody, the chubby five foot ten fellow paced forward when most if not everyone else had done so first. He had received the invite on the tail end of an assignment he got from his work place. A little surveying and excavating and boom, there was this slip of paper. Believe it or not he DID leave early to get here, a transport ship having left weeks before to get him here on this day, and somehow he was still, from what I can see, last to second to last getting here. Aw ell, such was the ways of normal travel without hints of technological or magical based help! Despite the appearance, Steer himself liked a good fight and challenge and Tournaments when he could get to them. He never one the last one, someone always outdid him in the end but that didn’t stop him from trying. The warning on the invite though was headed, and before coming he wrote down the map and location names to his liking, and well, here he was! Red sock and sandal clad feet carried him forward and when he reached the receptionist he nodded.
“Busy crazy day, eh?”
She looked like she had one and a half at that. With a sigh she nodded, smiled and accepted the invitation he provided letting Steer through then blinking and watching him go ‘into the lions den’, so to speak. HIM, in this, with all of THEM? Well, it was his funeral… [i]or perhaps his to win[i]. Such was hard to tell right now, but for the moment, hands stuck in pockets again, a few little trinkets left at home (namely the ten coins…along with imposed limitations Steer mentally was keeping in mind) the chubby smiley fellow could only help but glance at all those involved. In smart fashion, most kept to themselves here, without scoping others out. Normally this would bother Steer, being the social little creature he was but it made sense given the circumstances. Intel gathering, direct and indirect was prevalent and the more you knew, the more you could get a grip with those you could be facing. Steer didn’t exactly like that, most of the time he liked the surprises that came, made him think of ways to react and experience stuff he might not have before BUT he could see why others ‘played it smart’ or so to speak. Finding a nifty little spot to lean against, IE, a wall, the jolly fellow leaned on it, brandishing a ‘Ginger-Soda’ he had stowed in his pocket and sipping through it. Open to conversation, eyes watchful of all those about, Steer didn’t look the part but he was ready to mingle, ‘dingle’ but most importantly [i]tussle[i] when the bell finally rang.
{Am I the only NORMAL guy here?}
So there were plenty of oddballs, weren’t there? All of them seemed tall, some of them seemed medieval, some powerful, some well-armed and then there was Steer Cottonworth. Make no mistake, he was odd in his alright, snow white hair and skin and strange shade of blue eyes and all but some people here took the cake, didn’t they? It also didn’t help the mans appearance was everything that should have been out of place. Having the look of more of a casual tourist of passing by watcher then actual combatant, the whimsical fellow none the less found himself in the entrance lobby of the apparent tournament to be entrance, invite in hand and pale white faced somewhat baffled. Drama seemed to be the word to describe most of the entrances here, confusion to, demands of respect, and well luckily one normal, much like himself. Hands in the pocket of a somewhat fluffy hoody, the chubby five foot ten fellow paced forward when most if not everyone else had done so first. He had received the invite on the tail end of an assignment he got from his work place. A little surveying and excavating and boom, there was this slip of paper. Believe it or not he DID leave early to get here, a transport ship having left weeks before to get him here on this day, and somehow he was still, from what I can see, last to second to last getting here. Aw ell, such was the ways of normal travel without hints of technological or magical based help! Despite the appearance, Steer himself liked a good fight and challenge and Tournaments when he could get to them. He never one the last one, someone always outdid him in the end but that didn’t stop him from trying. The warning on the invite though was headed, and before coming he wrote down the map and location names to his liking, and well, here he was! Red sock and sandal clad feet carried him forward and when he reached the receptionist he nodded.
“Busy crazy day, eh?”
She looked like she had one and a half at that. With a sigh she nodded, smiled and accepted the invitation he provided letting Steer through then blinking and watching him go ‘into the lions den’, so to speak. HIM, in this, with all of THEM? Well, it was his funeral… [i]or perhaps his to win[i]. Such was hard to tell right now, but for the moment, hands stuck in pockets again, a few little trinkets left at home (namely the ten coins…along with imposed limitations Steer mentally was keeping in mind) the chubby smiley fellow could only help but glance at all those involved. In smart fashion, most kept to themselves here, without scoping others out. Normally this would bother Steer, being the social little creature he was but it made sense given the circumstances. Intel gathering, direct and indirect was prevalent and the more you knew, the more you could get a grip with those you could be facing. Steer didn’t exactly like that, most of the time he liked the surprises that came, made him think of ways to react and experience stuff he might not have before BUT he could see why others ‘played it smart’ or so to speak. Finding a nifty little spot to lean against, IE, a wall, the jolly fellow leaned on it, brandishing a ‘Ginger-Soda’ he had stowed in his pocket and sipping through it. Open to conversation, eyes watchful of all those about, Steer didn’t look the part but he was ready to mingle, ‘dingle’ but most importantly [i]tussle[i] when the bell finally rang.
Same cubed...I dont even know if I am allowed to post/fight.
I've been waiting for the go ahead to post or 'nay' to forget about it, personally.
My apologies to responding to a PM late. My PC has been...a bitch the past few days, long story short.
...Again, Done. My mistake.
Done and Donner @Decoy
Insert 'Anyone wanna go a round' here, 'cus I am up to it lately and Forum posting would work QUITE a bit for me atm.
...Am I too late and is Steer acceptable if he keeps things, as I can have him, normal/mid tier with powers/abilities?
Steer:
{Tremors.}
One minute the beast was there, the next...he wasnt, but Steer did not know that, not one bit. He had ran further to his left and further, unimpeded in this at the moment and fully taking advantage of it as he did. Distance from such a big thing was good after all, especially when you were getting things 'running' and said running things were being built upon. At one point though, he finally stopped and whirled himself so his back plopped against a tree, breathing before inhaling a breath of air through his nose and standing quiet. Beast...that was right, a big one at that, possibly or possibly not a 'Ancient Mutant' and...Breath could give Steer, no matter how far he was, away. Sweat to, anything that smelled and it was now more then ever did Steer mentally chastise himself for his very stupid way of handling this but...he also deliberately let his fear take over him.
It helped in it's own way, as evident by the black aura growing out and around him but mostly in his gun. It seemed to warp lightly, change in an instant and take on the shape of something more advances. From hunting rifle to something that looked like one of the better M series US rifles (fixed with a bayonet of course) but not taking on a completely specific mold. Lips lick, face as pale as it was going to get, Steer exhaled that breath of air, feeling his heart pound in his chest loudly, focusing on that fear, that one thing that usually would be a hinderance to people, but for Steer? It was a might potent weapon when used right.
"...I dont suppose negotiations and an apology is in order is it?"
Who the hell was he kidding? He was possibly gonna be a meal. Still...that did not stop the area around Steer from somewhat changing, oddly enough. A light feeling of icy cold took over, and something not exactly natural as well. Something dark, squirming and overall BAD, as if it came from the pit of hell itself. Steer was aware but unsure of this to a degree. Different emotions acted different way for different people, and Fear, well, to Steer, it was almost Demonic how it could get to someone so easily.
@Griffintaur
{Tremors.}
One minute the beast was there, the next...he wasnt, but Steer did not know that, not one bit. He had ran further to his left and further, unimpeded in this at the moment and fully taking advantage of it as he did. Distance from such a big thing was good after all, especially when you were getting things 'running' and said running things were being built upon. At one point though, he finally stopped and whirled himself so his back plopped against a tree, breathing before inhaling a breath of air through his nose and standing quiet. Beast...that was right, a big one at that, possibly or possibly not a 'Ancient Mutant' and...Breath could give Steer, no matter how far he was, away. Sweat to, anything that smelled and it was now more then ever did Steer mentally chastise himself for his very stupid way of handling this but...he also deliberately let his fear take over him.
It helped in it's own way, as evident by the black aura growing out and around him but mostly in his gun. It seemed to warp lightly, change in an instant and take on the shape of something more advances. From hunting rifle to something that looked like one of the better M series US rifles (fixed with a bayonet of course) but not taking on a completely specific mold. Lips lick, face as pale as it was going to get, Steer exhaled that breath of air, feeling his heart pound in his chest loudly, focusing on that fear, that one thing that usually would be a hinderance to people, but for Steer? It was a might potent weapon when used right.
"...I dont suppose negotiations and an apology is in order is it?"
Who the hell was he kidding? He was possibly gonna be a meal. Still...that did not stop the area around Steer from somewhat changing, oddly enough. A light feeling of icy cold took over, and something not exactly natural as well. Something dark, squirming and overall BAD, as if it came from the pit of hell itself. Steer was aware but unsure of this to a degree. Different emotions acted different way for different people, and Fear, well, to Steer, it was almost Demonic how it could get to someone so easily.
@Griffintaur
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