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The Black Adder Tavern- always open!

Chris Travis

Hates all work, but is able to tolerate being a cook. Doesn't mean he's that good at it. Also, gets pissed off easily at work.

Name: Chris Travis
Aliases: The Hot Behind
Age:23
Race: Human
Place of Origin: Modern Earth (Was brought here by some magic dream portal)
Gender:Male
Class/Job: Line Cook

Physical Attributes: Aside from the pic, a couple scars on his body (from dumb accidents, not sports or battles or anything badass)

Appearence: I just gave a damn image
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: No tats yet. Considering a Satanic tat maybe on the back.
Day To Day Attire:
:Strengths: Thrives under pressure. The angrier he gets, the faster he moves.
Is very likeable when he is in a good mood.
PERMAS ONLY:Weaknesses: Gets mad easy. Though quicker, he also fucks up more the angrier he gets. Not good with customers.

History

Current Events: Chris spent his daily life as a line cook, cooking for customers in various restaurants in a nice neighborhood in Colorado. These restaurants paid him little, so he grew jealous of the people he was cooking for. With each passing day, he became angrier and more cynical. He came to hate his boss, most of his coworkers, and all the customers.

One day, while asleep, he woke up in another world where he worked in a fantasy restaurant. Ya know how in a dream you don't really question things, and you just now certain facts about the world of your dream? He is kind of like that. He just lives in this fantasy dream world, as a line cook at this tavern.

Character Quote: "Hot behind, you got a hot behind!" (In a restaurant you say "Behind" when coming behind someone. He says this instead) "Don't be mad, hatin is bad" (Doesn't actually live by this, just says it to people after pissing them off) and "Sometimes the wrong thing to do is the best thing to do!"
Theme Song: "Don't Stop me Now" by Queen
Aura Color: Dark Red
Scent: Hard Liquor
Anything Else: He has some deep issues, which he expresses through anger and threats of violence.

The Black Adder Tavern- always open!

Do I have to talk to customers if I'm a cook? I mean...thats why I am a cook and not a waiter!

The League of Bastards

@LordofthePies@User

All in the same place. We are in the small basement of a church.

The League of Bastards

Those I've accepted feel free to post. I have big plans even if its just a few of us.

The League of Bastards

Accepted

He would be good with all small knives and swords.

Oh one more thing. What does his bare face look like?

The League of Bastards

The skyline of a once proud city sat sulking under grey clouds as smoke, dark as night, blossomed from the streets below. After a series of harsh beatings, it sat a husk of it's former self, but not quiet. It was never a quiet city.

Even after nobody shopped here.
Even after the transit stopped running.
Even after the businesses shut down and the buildings were left to crumble.

No. It was not a quiet city. Today would be no different.

Like rodents, men filled an otherwise abandoned street below. Men wearing broken cross tattoos and men wearing red filled the space between the ruins and debris. They all had arrived to sort out their differences. They had not seen the whites of each other eyes when each side unleashed a cacophony of gunfire. Gunfire, and screams of death.

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In a place not far away a man's eyes flicked open. This wasn't just any man. This was a dead man...or...a man who was sure he should be dead.

Before the blade had come down on his neck, he yearned for as many seconds of his precious life as he could buy, but after the first attempt at beheading him, he wanted nothing but the release of death.

All he could remember was the pain, the blood running down his back, and the masked figures in the graveyard, murdering him and many others. He didn't even remember who they were.

He picked himself up off the ground to observe his surroundings. Concrete, on all sides. No windows adorned the room, but it was lit by many candles set off to the side, burning and melting on the ground. He spotted a doorway, through which he saw a staircase leading upwards. But perhaps the most important, or most alarming, of things he noticed right away, was the other person laying on the ground not far from where he was.

The League of Bastards

Accepted.

But all Bastards are good liars if you want to pick something else

The League of Bastards

Name: John Miles
Age: 24
Appearance: Just under six feet tall at 5'11, his muscular (but not too bulky) physique makes up for that inch. You can tell he works out hard by the visible definition of his arms and his abs (when he removes his shirt.) Styled short dark brown hair sits on his head. He has quite a defined face with high cheek bones, brilliant green eyes, pearly white teeth, but slightly pale skin. There is a small, barely noticeable scar on the right side of his lip.
Melee Expertise: Muay Thai and long bladed weapons
Ranged weapons: Pistols (usually dual) and sniper rifles
Other skills: Gun maintenance, construction, cooking

Original Post Apocalypse Setting

@Flightless_Soul@Yoyo@Skwint@LordofthePies

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The League of Bastards

The predicted "end" has come and gone. As many have predicted, the world as we all knew it ended. It didn't happen in one day, and neither was it one thing. The ice caps melted and the sea rushed in, so people fled inward. Bombs rained down from the skies, but people found shelter. Governments fell and order collapsed, so people adapted to the new hostile world or died. Regardless of the many tragedies, humankind proved to be a real son-of-a-bitch to kill.

Gangs, cults, and factions rose, fighting each other for power and control. Among these groups was the League of Bastards, a cult/gang where each member was ultimately out for themselves, but all dedicated their time to perfecting themselves in combat and other skills, thus achieving an edge over the other gangs.

You awake in the basement of a church, lit by many candles. All you remember before now is being tied and executed with a few others in a church graveyard by people wearing ornate masks. Well...you remember that, and that you are a Bastard.

Setting

The City of Towers

Beside a great mountain range once sat a small city called "Denver." The people of this place built upon it gradually, upwards and outwards, until a great metropolis lay from the plains to the East all the way to the foot of the mountains to the west. It had become quite a forest of tall, glass and concrete towers one could easily get lost in.

Even after the fall of civilization as it was known, the city remains, though ruined by the war zone the streets have become. Today, gangs and cults struggle for control of the city. The many old churches that sit at the foot of the tall buildings, though contested for by the other scumbags, were once meeting places for the League of Bastards.

The League of Bastards

Even before the collapse of order, a group existed under a different name with a more benevolent goal in mind: to achieve the fullest potential of knowledge, career goals, fitness, and even social prowess. This group kept to themselves and had no interest in the state of the world, only wanting to help out its members. Over time, however, as things got worse, the goals and ideals became twisted. The members were taught to not only survive, but thrive in the world they foresaw.

They became the League of Bastards, focused on improving themselves through training and study to get the most for themselves. "Don't try to save the world, but enjoy its slow decline" they would say, as they grew more powerful. After the End, they grew powerful, as each member was at their peak and they had stockpiled enough weapons for an army (mostly illegally). The name "Bastard," as well as their snake symbol they wore as tattoos, triggered fear in the hearts of almost anyone in the city. Eventually, however, many were slaughtered.

CS

Many of your memories are gone, but you remember your name, you have the muscle memory for fighting and performing certain tasks, and some teachings and mantras of being a Bastard echo through your mind.

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Melee Expertise: (Do you know different forms of martial arts? Are you good with certain melee weapons? Pick two)
Ranged weapons: (What guns do you like? Pistols, rifles, machineguns, sniper rifles? Or do you like bows? Anyway pick two.)
Other skills: (Maybe professional like auto-mechanics or medical, or criminal like hacking or lock picking, or even tie into your combat related skills like gun maintenance or bomb making. Choose 3)

rules

1. Don't act OP. You come back if you die anyway
2. In this RP, you will die, but you will find yourself alive hours later in an old church near to where you died.
3. When you die you lose your weapons where you died, but shouldn't be a problem as weapons are plentiful in the City of Towers.
4. Despite somehow being revived each time you die, you are a human. Humans don't have supernatural abilities, or cat ears, or anything else crazy like that.
5. Even if you as a player know something, your character doesn't know anything that your character wouldn't know.
6. Don't control other people's characters.
7. Don't time skip without my permission
8. Don't argue with the GM and no fighting in the OOC
9. I can add rules if need be.
10. Enjoy the rp