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5 yrs ago
Current I’m also on RPnation and roleplay.me/join/AndrewRyan93
8 yrs ago
We are born of the Blood, made men by the Blood, undone by the Blood. Our eyes have yet to open. FEAR THE OLD BLOOD!
8 yrs ago
If anyone wants to be part of an rp skype chat, hmu on skype. My username there is mikkishtheleprechaun. Or you can give me your username and I can find you.
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9 yrs ago
MAn, this place has changed. Wonder if anyone else is here from way back in 2012
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9 yrs ago
I am the one once known as TheApprentice on here.

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Name: John Miles

Nickname: Death Incarnate, The Curse(d)

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Powers: Constant resurrection after being killed is his only real "power." In addition to this, however, his experiences have given him a wealth of knowledge and ability. He is a surgeon with basically any weapon, from melee and martial arts weapons to conventional firearms to even some energy weapons few people even know about. He also an expert in weapon maintenance. His agility is at maximum as far as human potential, and he has increased speed and strength potential, meaning if he trains up his speed and strength could be far more than the average human is capable of.

Species: Human...ish

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 8-pack abs. Short brown hair sits on his head slicked back. He has quite a handsome face with high cheek bones, brilliant green eyes, pearly white teeth, and sun kissed skin. There is a small, barely noticeable scar on the right side of his lip.

(Will find a pic later)

Personality: He can be charming, sociable, even funny a witty, but he is mildly insane and when he snaps he is persistent, relentless, menacing and sadistic. He is even insane enough to think he is the grim reaper himself.

History: It unknown to anyone what John's origins are, even to himself. He recalls countless lifetimes, but a few stand out to him in his memories in great detail. In one he worked with a team to hunt and kill werewolves but ended up slaughtering the cult responsible. In another he was part of a post-apocalyptic gang cursed to be revived every time one was killed. At first he was ignorant of these lives, but upon contact with a dark entity claiming to be a god it was revealed to him that he had been dragged across dimensions to fight in each of them. This revelation drove him crazy.

Crush: He has no particular thing for any one girl, but will try to charm the women in a social setting.

Relationship: N/A

Other: He carries a concealed glock and hunting knife. Will update if he finds more stuff.

Likes: Outdoors activities, workouts, tinkering, reading, and cooking.

Dislikes: Werewolves, nazis, proxies, cultists, eldritch abominations
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So are yall letting this die?
Mikkish let off another burst of rounds and William returned once again. He felt a special kind of fear, like his ribs were slithering, something like what he experience when he tried to save his "ex" (it was actually just a crush). Williams veins were exploding with adrenaline, his eyes began tearing up, he had never imagined he would ever find himself in the situation he was now in. Both men, firing back and forth were so caught up in trying to survive or take the other guy out, they couldn't possibly notice that something was off, and neither could anyone else on the scene.

Mikkish was a terrible shot, and always had been. William, in his panic, hardly bothered to aim. Even taking these factors into account, however, with how close Mikkish was to Maddox and how close William was to everyone else, surely something would hit someone with all the gunshots being let off. Several landed in a brick wall next to Mikkish, and one in a parking meter close by. The car beside William was further torn by 9mm rounds, thanks to Mikkish.

"Alright, playtime is over." Came a stern, though calm voice. And everyone heard. He didn't yell, merely spoke, yet his voice prevailed over the gunshots and drew attention in the excitement. A single man in a black cloak walked into view. His face, like Richards, was stern and stoic, but while Richard's seemed amused, this man gave vibes of authority. Firm, irrefutable authority, like if a teacher had just caught his students having a water gun fight in his classroom.

The clips fell out of each gun possessed by anyone on scene, rendering the triggers useless. It was this man's doing.

"You thought it might be funny to play wild wild west, and now you'll all deal with the consequences."
Ah, I thought yall had ditched this

Making post
"Woah, take it easy." The boy said, his grip still on the gun, though his arm swung away. Though he had fallen backward, he was still focused enough for sorcery. Again, he blew forth a cloud of smoke at West.

Of course, it was just as West had taken him to the ground that Mikkish, watching from afar, decided to intervene. With the loud boom of a few gunshots, bullets ripped through the air, taking the window out of a nearby building and tearing into a nearby car twice.

Panicked by the situation and the sudden gunshots, William shot up from his downed position and let off a few shots of his own, barely missing Mikkish and Maddox, but knocking out a light and damaging a mailbox. Him and his friend had decided never to actually shoot anyone, as not only would it draw attention, but shooting someone would have dire consequences, even on this island. However William had never actually been in a gunfight with someone shooting at him, so the adrenaline got the better of him.
@Mariana Collie

Totally understand. I've been having the same thing tbh XD
@Camey

"Me?" Mikkish asked in response, thinking for a brief moment how to word what he had done. Simply saying that he had killed a man might not go over well, even if this girl was also here to avoid prison.

"Well in Georgia, and a lot of other places, we have to do 'community service.' If you don't know what I mean by that, its not picking up trash or working at a soup kitchen. Its going to a local park where Maniacles has baited a shit ton of Pests; I mean swarms of them. You and everyone else who showed up would run around the park killing them. It started out being optional, but became mandatory."

Mikkish remembered seeing a guy just a couple years older than him, maybe, fallen over in the grass being eaten alive while still unloading his gun.

"My girl at the time was doing it, I decided to go with her. We ran out of ammo, and this guy from her college, this fat douche, held us at gun point..."

He stopped talking when they turned a corner and noticed two of the girls they came with (@Gentlemanvaultboy@Mariana Collie) were talking with a couple guys. Not just talking, but being robbed.

"Speaking of gunpoint..." Mikkish said, drawing his gun
@Gentlemanvaultboy@Mariana Collie

William never truly considered that a pet dog could be a threat to anyone. He knew, logically, that a dog could hurt someone, but he never imagined being in such a situation. Consciously and subconsciously, he could only regard dogs as harmless, adorable little creatures. So when Miko jumped on him, he didn't react violently or even defensively. He attempted to gently push the dog to the side, but Miko was too strong and heavy, and William wound up on his ass.

At the same time, his friend was being thrown around by the oddly tall Evangeline. This guy was a bit more street-hardened than William, however. While he would refrain from shooting so as not to draw attention, he had no problem getting violent. As she tried to throw him, he hooked her hard in the kidney. Her throw attempt only sent him stumbling, but not on the ground. He chuckled, though annoyed, turning again after her attempt to resist back to her, gun in hand.

"Funny when they fight back." He said, swinging the back of his hand across her face, hard.
He then picked up her wallet as if nothing had happened.

"Now get on the ground, bitch." He said, putting the gun in West's face now.

@Camey

Mikkish just shrugged "They probably have some way of tracking us, but not like it matters. We're on an island. Where the fuck are we going to go?"

He looked around at the people wondering the streets. This was a magic place? When was he going to see more? Not just people teleporting to the pizza place, but extravagant things. Light, sparks, portals, shit appearing out of thin air. That was what he thought when he heard the word "magic." Yet this seemed like any other day, minus the sounds of gunfire and everyone openly carrying guns. It was odd to see so many people unarmed. Some were armed, in a sense, but carrying swords or some martial arts weapons.

Mikkish recalled an early time in his life. He was about 13, or 14. He had decided to sneak out without a gun, thinking he could run past the Pests. It didn't quite work out. He punched one that had flung itself at him, feeling the details of its face and the juice of its eyes as he sent it falling back to the ground. It was this, wasn't it? This that lead him to the incident that lead him here.

"What brought you here?" He asked Maddox as they walked along the sidewalk.
Will post tomorrow though its very late where I am.

BTW hmu on Skype I'm mikkishtheleprechaun there too
Alright first off guys I'm triple sorry about my lack of effort in this RP, though it was due in large part to the site issues over the past week.

I'm back and ready to continue. Hope everyone else is still on board.
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