Argetlam350 said
Yeah I usually play the good guy too but then I came up with Scorn and I have fallen in love being the bad guy. XD
Yeah, i love Scorn. She's so funny. :D
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Yeah, i love Scorn. She's so funny. :D
Imperfectionist said
Heh, yeah, I had that same thought... Can't slit a throat through power armor, nor would a thrown knife be anything more than a momentary distraction.
In every piece of armor, there are always opening points and its usually the neck. A knife can hit the opening point and cause instant death. He would usually hit the jugular. He could have killed a power armor guard.
Plus with the mass population of women in London, i'm not sure the royal family would be able to send power armour guards to every impreganation. :P
In most RPs, I'm usually a good guy. I thought it'd be fun to play a bad guy this time around. :)
Name: Adrian Tanner
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Clothing:
Role in Society:Resistance fighter/Smuggler
Current Member of the Resistance: Yes
Skills:He is brilliant with all sorts of weapons but his main forte is using knifes. He is very deadly and nimble with them. He’s also clever at hiding in crowds and avoiding the king’s men. He is also very determined, ruthless and will take on the most dirtiest of jobs. He will protect those he sees as friends and comrades but will not take it well if betrayed. He is also very loyal to the cause and has a bloodthirsty hate for the royal family. He also knows little ways in and out of the city without detection.
Equipment:He as an arrangement of knifes, mostly handmade but still sharp and effective. He has a compass and a lighter. He mostly uses guerrilla tactics when it comes to firearms. (He takes the firearms of enemies and uses it against them)
History: Adrian was a poor boy that lived in the old nuclear ruins of Liverpool. Life was harsh for him and his family. It was just him, his sister and his mother. Adrian was the product of rape and so was his sister but that didn’t mean that she never stopped loving her children. She didn’t care that they were bastards or that they were reminders of a scarring memory. All that she cares was that her children would be safe. They would scavenge for food and live on very little but it wasn’t until he was six and his sister still a baby, that they caught the broadcast from London. That the monarchy is back to set things right and that London was a safe haven for everyone. Adrian and his family couldn’t believe it. They might actually find a place to call home.
However, it wasn’t the stuff of hopes and dreams. It was the stuff of nightmares and death. The new monarchy ruled with an iron fist and they oppressed the people they ruled. Everywhere you went, there was death that the royal family either caused directly or indirectly. Adrian’s mother tried to leave with her children but they wouldn’t let her. They were stuck there. If matters couldn’t get any worse, Adrian’s mother fell ill too some sort of plague like disease, probably due to the horrific sanitation conditions the monarchy force the people to live in. It was all down to Adrian to take care of her sister. He had to find a job or succumb to hunger and disease. He found a job being a courier for a group of smugglers. These people smuggle shit in to the city that you can only get outside. He was 11 and was already breaking the law.
When Adrian got old enough, he started becoming a smuggler like his employers. They taught all the best tricks and they even taught him how to use knifes. Adrian is capable with a gun but his main forte was knifes, due to the fact that guns were taken from the peasants. His sister got a job as a nurse for some local clinic. The number of injuries that swarm into the clinic is just impossible. There are not enough medical supplies for all of these people and the monarchy refuses to give any more. For 20 years, Adrian and his sister managed to get on by but it wasn’t until that fateful day, that everything changed. It was Adrian’s sister’s 25th birthday and she had not bared a child yet. For the many months prior, Adrian kept trying to find a way to keep his sister under the radar but alas, it was for nought. Word of her birthday had spread and a lord was too impregnate her.
Unfortunately, the lord that was too impregnate her was Lord Malyon. Rumours of Lord Malyon was that he was into some very kinky stuff, that he had take them off the palace grounds and to somewhere private in the city. Adrian did not want his sister brutally and sexually assaulted by some lord. He swore to protect and will do anything. The guards came for her and dragged her from her home, screaming as they did it. He promised her that he would get her out. As the carriage went to the location, he followed it. Making sure he wasn’t spotted by the guards. It went all the way to the edge of the city, to some abandoned and ruined warehouse. It was deserted and the only thing guarding the door was two guards. What Adrian was about to do is extremely dangerous and there is no turning back. He distracted one of them by luring them to a decoy sound. He slit his throat and threw a knife at the other. He burst into the warehouse and found Lord Malyon, just before he was going to undress his sister. Anger and rage took his heart as he stabs the lord multiple times. The deed was done.
He took his sister to the smugglers and asked them to keep her safe. They escorted her to a safe house outside the city but Adrian didn’t go with her. He needed to help end the madness in London. He wasn’t going to turn his back on the people in need. He heard of a resistance brewing and joined up with the one they call “The Old Man”. He is determined to liberate London and to make the Thames run blue with monarchy blood.
Triva: There are notches on his lighter, each one representing the death of a lord. Since his murder of Lord Waylon is only a few months before present day, there is only one notch but he will gain more.
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Clothing:
Role in Society:Resistance fighter/Smuggler
Current Member of the Resistance: Yes
Skills:He is brilliant with all sorts of weapons but his main forte is using knifes. He is very deadly and nimble with them. He’s also clever at hiding in crowds and avoiding the king’s men. He is also very determined, ruthless and will take on the most dirtiest of jobs. He will protect those he sees as friends and comrades but will not take it well if betrayed. He is also very loyal to the cause and has a bloodthirsty hate for the royal family. He also knows little ways in and out of the city without detection.
Equipment:He as an arrangement of knifes, mostly handmade but still sharp and effective. He has a compass and a lighter. He mostly uses guerrilla tactics when it comes to firearms. (He takes the firearms of enemies and uses it against them)
History: Adrian was a poor boy that lived in the old nuclear ruins of Liverpool. Life was harsh for him and his family. It was just him, his sister and his mother. Adrian was the product of rape and so was his sister but that didn’t mean that she never stopped loving her children. She didn’t care that they were bastards or that they were reminders of a scarring memory. All that she cares was that her children would be safe. They would scavenge for food and live on very little but it wasn’t until he was six and his sister still a baby, that they caught the broadcast from London. That the monarchy is back to set things right and that London was a safe haven for everyone. Adrian and his family couldn’t believe it. They might actually find a place to call home.
However, it wasn’t the stuff of hopes and dreams. It was the stuff of nightmares and death. The new monarchy ruled with an iron fist and they oppressed the people they ruled. Everywhere you went, there was death that the royal family either caused directly or indirectly. Adrian’s mother tried to leave with her children but they wouldn’t let her. They were stuck there. If matters couldn’t get any worse, Adrian’s mother fell ill too some sort of plague like disease, probably due to the horrific sanitation conditions the monarchy force the people to live in. It was all down to Adrian to take care of her sister. He had to find a job or succumb to hunger and disease. He found a job being a courier for a group of smugglers. These people smuggle shit in to the city that you can only get outside. He was 11 and was already breaking the law.
When Adrian got old enough, he started becoming a smuggler like his employers. They taught all the best tricks and they even taught him how to use knifes. Adrian is capable with a gun but his main forte was knifes, due to the fact that guns were taken from the peasants. His sister got a job as a nurse for some local clinic. The number of injuries that swarm into the clinic is just impossible. There are not enough medical supplies for all of these people and the monarchy refuses to give any more. For 20 years, Adrian and his sister managed to get on by but it wasn’t until that fateful day, that everything changed. It was Adrian’s sister’s 25th birthday and she had not bared a child yet. For the many months prior, Adrian kept trying to find a way to keep his sister under the radar but alas, it was for nought. Word of her birthday had spread and a lord was too impregnate her.
Unfortunately, the lord that was too impregnate her was Lord Malyon. Rumours of Lord Malyon was that he was into some very kinky stuff, that he had take them off the palace grounds and to somewhere private in the city. Adrian did not want his sister brutally and sexually assaulted by some lord. He swore to protect and will do anything. The guards came for her and dragged her from her home, screaming as they did it. He promised her that he would get her out. As the carriage went to the location, he followed it. Making sure he wasn’t spotted by the guards. It went all the way to the edge of the city, to some abandoned and ruined warehouse. It was deserted and the only thing guarding the door was two guards. What Adrian was about to do is extremely dangerous and there is no turning back. He distracted one of them by luring them to a decoy sound. He slit his throat and threw a knife at the other. He burst into the warehouse and found Lord Malyon, just before he was going to undress his sister. Anger and rage took his heart as he stabs the lord multiple times. The deed was done.
He took his sister to the smugglers and asked them to keep her safe. They escorted her to a safe house outside the city but Adrian didn’t go with her. He needed to help end the madness in London. He wasn’t going to turn his back on the people in need. He heard of a resistance brewing and joined up with the one they call “The Old Man”. He is determined to liberate London and to make the Thames run blue with monarchy blood.
Triva: There are notches on his lighter, each one representing the death of a lord. Since his murder of Lord Waylon is only a few months before present day, there is only one notch but he will gain more.
I'll get a post up tomorrow and it'll be one that'll interact with Krieg and Bane.
One question before I finish my CS. When Lords impregnate woman who have not bared children by the age of 25, do the women get sent to them or do they go to the women? If the women get sent to them, where are they sent?
P.S. I have had a better idea (in my opinion) for a character and I am going to scrap the former lord/knight idea. Sorry, I feel like I wasted your time before.
P.S. I have had a better idea (in my opinion) for a character and I am going to scrap the former lord/knight idea. Sorry, I feel like I wasted your time before.
RiteousTurtle said
My character just ran into something, if anybody wants to interact now would be a good time. If not, I'll just say she ran into a tree. XD
Just to let you know, I made my character bump into you.
Darren continued to scavenge through the old abandoned vehicle that he was in. It’d been drenched in a rusty coat of orange and it looked like it had not been in use since before all of this began. However, Darren knew that when people are desperate they try to salvage whatever shelter they can find in this forsaken place and sometimes they like to use old vehicles as hideouts for a night or two. They may look abandoned but people sometimes accidentally leave important items in them. They either do this because their trying to get away from something quickly or their forgetful and stupid. Forgetful and stupid are two traits that’ll get you killed. With wild animals, crazy humans and unstable buildings, you can’t afford to be forgetful because things can go from a simple peaceful stroll to a bloody life-threatening kill zone within the blink of an eye.
The vehicle was quiet bare anyway. It seems someone’s misfortune of dropping or forgetting an item will not transform into a salvageable fortune for Darren today. He gives a stressed out sigh and bangs the hood of the vehicle. He still doesn’t even know what the fuck he is still doing in this world. He doesn’t know if his goal of surviving is just instinct or for some higher purpose. It couldn’t have been some sort of higher purpose. He had it before all this. He had the sweetest little girl in the world, with eyes as blue as the clearest sky and cheeks as cute as a sweet Labrador puppy. He had finally managed to redeem himself from his criminal past but the key to living was stolen from him and he can’t do anything. His hands were placed on the hood with his head down in shame of himself. A tear rolls casually down his face. His daughter could be alive somewhere, suffering and he doesn’t even know. He hasn’t even been given the decency of seeing a fucking body!
A shot is fired somewhere in the distance. His head popped back up like a prairie dog, facing the distance it was fired in. Birds flew away quickly, startled by the sound of the shot. Curiosity and instinct got the better of Darren and he started moving quickly in the direction of the noise. There could be a chance of more supplies in that direction or it could be The Children of God. Either way, he had too know, he’ll regret it if he doesn’t find out. Another major rule that Darren sticks by, take a chance now and again, no one lives a long life by playing it safe for too long. In this world now, everything you do is a risk. He kept slowly jogging towards the sound, keeping a safe pace while doing so. He looked behind him to make sure that there was nothing there but as he went too look forward, he is bumped back towards the ground by something felt like a bump. Darren is sat on the ground, almost stunned by whatever he bumped into. He then finally catches his wits and looks forward at whom or what nearly knocked him out.
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To his surprise, it was some girl that he bumped into. It was almost embarrassing for Darren because he’s usually so aware of his surroundings. In the many years since ‘The Apostate’ he has not once, accidentally bumped into someone in the middle of the forest. He then proceeded to stand up and adjust himself, making sure his items are still intact. The girl seemed to be still in a daze. She was blonde and looked to be in her 20s. She would have been very young when the whole event began. He just stood there looking at her. He never really cares for other survivors and he chooses not to help them really. Darren placed his other hand firmly on his axe, to get ready to swing it just in case she’s a “Child of God”. If she is one of them, then he can just kill her and take her shit but if not, then he’ll leave her be. He waits for her to reveal whether or not she is just another survivor or a crazy fucking “Child of God”.
The vehicle was quiet bare anyway. It seems someone’s misfortune of dropping or forgetting an item will not transform into a salvageable fortune for Darren today. He gives a stressed out sigh and bangs the hood of the vehicle. He still doesn’t even know what the fuck he is still doing in this world. He doesn’t know if his goal of surviving is just instinct or for some higher purpose. It couldn’t have been some sort of higher purpose. He had it before all this. He had the sweetest little girl in the world, with eyes as blue as the clearest sky and cheeks as cute as a sweet Labrador puppy. He had finally managed to redeem himself from his criminal past but the key to living was stolen from him and he can’t do anything. His hands were placed on the hood with his head down in shame of himself. A tear rolls casually down his face. His daughter could be alive somewhere, suffering and he doesn’t even know. He hasn’t even been given the decency of seeing a fucking body!
A shot is fired somewhere in the distance. His head popped back up like a prairie dog, facing the distance it was fired in. Birds flew away quickly, startled by the sound of the shot. Curiosity and instinct got the better of Darren and he started moving quickly in the direction of the noise. There could be a chance of more supplies in that direction or it could be The Children of God. Either way, he had too know, he’ll regret it if he doesn’t find out. Another major rule that Darren sticks by, take a chance now and again, no one lives a long life by playing it safe for too long. In this world now, everything you do is a risk. He kept slowly jogging towards the sound, keeping a safe pace while doing so. He looked behind him to make sure that there was nothing there but as he went too look forward, he is bumped back towards the ground by something felt like a bump. Darren is sat on the ground, almost stunned by whatever he bumped into. He then finally catches his wits and looks forward at whom or what nearly knocked him out.
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To his surprise, it was some girl that he bumped into. It was almost embarrassing for Darren because he’s usually so aware of his surroundings. In the many years since ‘The Apostate’ he has not once, accidentally bumped into someone in the middle of the forest. He then proceeded to stand up and adjust himself, making sure his items are still intact. The girl seemed to be still in a daze. She was blonde and looked to be in her 20s. She would have been very young when the whole event began. He just stood there looking at her. He never really cares for other survivors and he chooses not to help them really. Darren placed his other hand firmly on his axe, to get ready to swing it just in case she’s a “Child of God”. If she is one of them, then he can just kill her and take her shit but if not, then he’ll leave her be. He waits for her to reveal whether or not she is just another survivor or a crazy fucking “Child of God”.
Petar just sat in the cab, holding his backpack on his lap while watching the landscape wish by him like sand in a timer. He couldn’t believe that only a few years ago he was just some lonely and nerdy kid that would rather spend time on his computer than go outside play whatever sport the jocks were playing. All his life, he knew he was different but he never would have thought that he was part of an entirely different species altogether. He’s had a couple of years to deal with this but even after a long paradigm like that; it’s still hard to take in.
His skin is not even real, it’s just a disguise. His whole entire being is a disguise and he still can’t come to terms with it. He’ll admit, being able to control the weather is quite cool but it does have drawbacks. Petar hates being the centre of attention and to control weather on a larger scale, he would need to do just that. He’s just thankful that there’s a place that could accept him. He wouldn’t know how to explain to a human at a normal academy that he can possibly create a hurricane if he changes his skin, grow dragon wings, a serpent and some horns. They’d either piss themselves laughing or piss themselves scared.
He realises that he seems to be getting close to the school. He didn’t know if the driver was a mythic himself or even aware of them. To avoid some sort of confrontation, he asks the driver to pull up about half a mile from the destination and he’ll just walk the rest of the way. His carrier bag in the boot of the car has wheels, so he can just drag it the school.
”Hey, excuse me, could you just park here? I can easily walk the rest of the way.” The driver gives a listless shrug and starts pulling to the side of the road.
“Whatever, it’s your choice.” Petar proceeded to take his baggage out of the vehicle and pay the man, who insisted he pay for the full journey. As the cab drove away, he continued walking by the side of the road towards the building on the horizon. It would not be long before he would be in the presence of people similar to him.
As Petar reaches the school, he sees all kinds of people walking towards it. Many had only subtle differences compared to humans but some seemed ok with showing their true form. He couldn’t believe the place he had arrived too. He may have finally found a place that he could fit into. He continued to walk towards the people, joining the crowd that was hanging excitedly just out side the gate. Petar hopes to have a long and fulfilling time here at Redthorn Academy.
His skin is not even real, it’s just a disguise. His whole entire being is a disguise and he still can’t come to terms with it. He’ll admit, being able to control the weather is quite cool but it does have drawbacks. Petar hates being the centre of attention and to control weather on a larger scale, he would need to do just that. He’s just thankful that there’s a place that could accept him. He wouldn’t know how to explain to a human at a normal academy that he can possibly create a hurricane if he changes his skin, grow dragon wings, a serpent and some horns. They’d either piss themselves laughing or piss themselves scared.
He realises that he seems to be getting close to the school. He didn’t know if the driver was a mythic himself or even aware of them. To avoid some sort of confrontation, he asks the driver to pull up about half a mile from the destination and he’ll just walk the rest of the way. His carrier bag in the boot of the car has wheels, so he can just drag it the school.
”Hey, excuse me, could you just park here? I can easily walk the rest of the way.” The driver gives a listless shrug and starts pulling to the side of the road.
“Whatever, it’s your choice.” Petar proceeded to take his baggage out of the vehicle and pay the man, who insisted he pay for the full journey. As the cab drove away, he continued walking by the side of the road towards the building on the horizon. It would not be long before he would be in the presence of people similar to him.
As Petar reaches the school, he sees all kinds of people walking towards it. Many had only subtle differences compared to humans but some seemed ok with showing their true form. He couldn’t believe the place he had arrived too. He may have finally found a place that he could fit into. He continued to walk towards the people, joining the crowd that was hanging excitedly just out side the gate. Petar hopes to have a long and fulfilling time here at Redthorn Academy.
ONL said
Goodie, I was afraid of that :) I'll get a CS up later then, though I hope he won't mind having a Scotsman in the RP.
WOOOOOO SCOTLAND!! I can't wait to see it. :)
Edit: My CS is in progress by the way
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