@Catlord Nice analysis, you got quite a bit of information when there wasn't that much to begin with. My character's personality was planned that way from the start btw (kind of a pretentious know it all brat), I didn't want my role to affect their personality no matter what I'd get though.
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I think the idea died, unfortunately.
ugh baseballfags
Literally. You somehow summarized my character's entire character arc.
Yeah, we need to get some posts going.
"Oh shit." Charles had pushed to the front of the crowd, wanting to see what everyone was so interested in, and the moment he saw the dead body, his face immediately paled. He wanted to vomit. This...this was disgusting! Was this really what death was like? He'd always assumed that when people died, it would be peaceful. But this...this was anything but. This was a murder. It couldn't be anything but a murder. Unless...was it an accident? He honestly didn't know.
"Who could have done this?" He repeated what one of the onlookers said, "Obviously someone here bloody did it! Who's the axe belong to, eh? Fess up! There's no point in hiding the truth, it's going to come out sooner or later no matter what!"
"Shut your mouth you damn kid!" One of the onlookers shouted at him, an older man who was trying to prevent his kids from seeing the gruesome scene, "No one's going to up and admit to something so foul!"
"They wouldn't have to if this wretched old town had just listened to me when I said we needed militia soldiers out here!" Charles yelled back, "I told you all that we needed protection, I told you! But none of you listened. And now someone's dead!"
His fist shook at his side. This was yet another reason for him to leave this dinky town. It was apparently easy for murders to happen out in town. And he'd be damned if he were to become the next victim. At least in the militia, he'd know who'd want him dead during battle. He needed to get out of this hell hole as soon as possible.
"Who could have done this?" He repeated what one of the onlookers said, "Obviously someone here bloody did it! Who's the axe belong to, eh? Fess up! There's no point in hiding the truth, it's going to come out sooner or later no matter what!"
"Shut your mouth you damn kid!" One of the onlookers shouted at him, an older man who was trying to prevent his kids from seeing the gruesome scene, "No one's going to up and admit to something so foul!"
"They wouldn't have to if this wretched old town had just listened to me when I said we needed militia soldiers out here!" Charles yelled back, "I told you all that we needed protection, I told you! But none of you listened. And now someone's dead!"
His fist shook at his side. This was yet another reason for him to leave this dinky town. It was apparently easy for murders to happen out in town. And he'd be damned if he were to become the next victim. At least in the militia, he'd know who'd want him dead during battle. He needed to get out of this hell hole as soon as possible.
Name: Charles Boyd
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: English
Appearance: He is 5"8 and weighs about 155 pounds. He has medium length black hair that reaches just past his ears, and has brown eyes. His usual attire is a white cotton shirt and brown stitched pants. His facial features look rather homely, and overall he has an average build.
Biography: Charles moved to Salem with his parents several years ago. He mostly just helps with the home chores as well as miscellaneous chores at the family-owned tailor shop, but wants to be able to leave someday. He wants to explore the rest of the country, and plans to join the militia once he's old enough. His parents are strictly against it, wanting him to pick up the family trade of being a tailor. He can't stand the thought of being stuck in one place though.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: English
Appearance: He is 5"8 and weighs about 155 pounds. He has medium length black hair that reaches just past his ears, and has brown eyes. His usual attire is a white cotton shirt and brown stitched pants. His facial features look rather homely, and overall he has an average build.
Biography: Charles moved to Salem with his parents several years ago. He mostly just helps with the home chores as well as miscellaneous chores at the family-owned tailor shop, but wants to be able to leave someday. He wants to explore the rest of the country, and plans to join the militia once he's old enough. His parents are strictly against it, wanting him to pick up the family trade of being a tailor. He can't stand the thought of being stuck in one place though.
RPing it sounds like it would be different and fun. I've played Mafia games but have never actually RPed during it.
I made a post. It's a little shorter than the others, but hopefully it's alright.
"You could've been a bit more careful!" Reid exclaimed. They had just gotten off the train, and the train workers had the bright idea to just throw all of the luggage off the train. "Dumbasses! I've got delicate tools in there! Bombs too! We all could've been ripped to shreds! Teeny tiny little pieces of flesh and bone!" A couple bounty hunters stepped away hesitantly when they heard that.
"Well nothing exploded, so it's all good," Reid sighed, "But seriously...not cool, man." Nonetheless, Reid took their things from a bag, and after checking to see if any of it was broken (none of it was, fortunately), began to equip and properly store their weapons and tools. Reid always carried all of their equipment on their person; there was a great many amount of pockets all over their clothes, which could easily store much of their gear. Grenades, ammo, spare parts, the works. Their weapons of course had holsters, so they could be held easily as well. Even their signature tool, the Grappling Hook Gun (GHG), was always carried from it's place on Reid's right arm. Everything had its place, and was stored conveniently.
However, taking off and on all that gear was another story. It was the complete opposite of convenience, it was just too much stuff and it took a long time. Reid had fought (not physically of course) tooth and nail to be able to keep their gear during the train ride, but the staff just wouldn't relent. So now, Reid was having to go through the hassle of putting all of their gear back on. Securing the GHG was time consuming, and wrapping the ammo chain around themself always took awhile. By the time they'd finished, many of the other bounty hunters had already began to move on and head to the town.
"Damn, I'm already falling behind," Reid groaned, "There's no way I'm gonna be missing out on this action though!" After one last quick gear check, they then finally set off to leave as well.
"Well nothing exploded, so it's all good," Reid sighed, "But seriously...not cool, man." Nonetheless, Reid took their things from a bag, and after checking to see if any of it was broken (none of it was, fortunately), began to equip and properly store their weapons and tools. Reid always carried all of their equipment on their person; there was a great many amount of pockets all over their clothes, which could easily store much of their gear. Grenades, ammo, spare parts, the works. Their weapons of course had holsters, so they could be held easily as well. Even their signature tool, the Grappling Hook Gun (GHG), was always carried from it's place on Reid's right arm. Everything had its place, and was stored conveniently.
However, taking off and on all that gear was another story. It was the complete opposite of convenience, it was just too much stuff and it took a long time. Reid had fought (not physically of course) tooth and nail to be able to keep their gear during the train ride, but the staff just wouldn't relent. So now, Reid was having to go through the hassle of putting all of their gear back on. Securing the GHG was time consuming, and wrapping the ammo chain around themself always took awhile. By the time they'd finished, many of the other bounty hunters had already began to move on and head to the town.
"Damn, I'm already falling behind," Reid groaned, "There's no way I'm gonna be missing out on this action though!" After one last quick gear check, they then finally set off to leave as well.
Here's my second character. Can I just say, using pictures for a character's appearance is strange for me. There's nothing wrong with it of course, but I'm just used to writing out my character's description. Hopefully the images I've used are fine/not too anime-ish.
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