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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Isaak cleared his throat.
It had been a long week. He and his friend, Robert, had, throughout the year, constantly moved through the country in search of somewhere safe. After some months that task seemed impossible, so they instead set their focus on surviving for as long as possible. Robert was killed five days ago. They were crossing through Indiana, on their way to Chicago, which, if rumours were true, was safer than anywhere else in the country. They just so happened to cross through territory owned by a group of bandits. At the time they had a good amount of supplies - a few guns, plenty of ammo and enough food and water to last a couple weeks, if rationed. Of course, any bandit in their right mind would kill for that, and kill they did. But two shots in the back of Robert's head and one in Isaak's shoulder. With his friend dead, all Isaak could do was run, leaving his supplies behind with only the clothes on his back and one gun concealed within his clothing.
So here he was, slowly hobbling down a highway leading to Chicago, his shirt's arm torn and wrapped around his shoulder as a makeshift bandage - it looked like it would be alright, but he needed some time to sit down and clear it up or else it could get infected. Dry blood covered his neck and his eyes were red due to a distinct lack of sleep over the last few days - he didn't know when he last slept, time was no longer relevant to him. He was hungry, too. Very hungry. He'd managed to find some water along the way, but he'd barely eaten anything but a few morsels all week. In front of him, along the road, hundreds of abandoned cars laid dormant. Needing a rest and hoping to find some sort of nourishment inside, however unlikely, Isaak climbed inside one of the cars and just sat for a while, working hard to keep his eyes open.
Only a few minutes passed and already he was hearing eerie groans from the distance. He sighed and nodded, muttering a curse word to himself and leaving the car. The road was so clustered that he couldn't see anyone or anything that was in his way. He pulled himself up on top of the car and stood on it's roof, taking his gun out and loading it as he did so. Peering forward, he could make out several Walkers trudging his way.
It had been a long week. He and his friend, Robert, had, throughout the year, constantly moved through the country in search of somewhere safe. After some months that task seemed impossible, so they instead set their focus on surviving for as long as possible. Robert was killed five days ago. They were crossing through Indiana, on their way to Chicago, which, if rumours were true, was safer than anywhere else in the country. They just so happened to cross through territory owned by a group of bandits. At the time they had a good amount of supplies - a few guns, plenty of ammo and enough food and water to last a couple weeks, if rationed. Of course, any bandit in their right mind would kill for that, and kill they did. But two shots in the back of Robert's head and one in Isaak's shoulder. With his friend dead, all Isaak could do was run, leaving his supplies behind with only the clothes on his back and one gun concealed within his clothing.
So here he was, slowly hobbling down a highway leading to Chicago, his shirt's arm torn and wrapped around his shoulder as a makeshift bandage - it looked like it would be alright, but he needed some time to sit down and clear it up or else it could get infected. Dry blood covered his neck and his eyes were red due to a distinct lack of sleep over the last few days - he didn't know when he last slept, time was no longer relevant to him. He was hungry, too. Very hungry. He'd managed to find some water along the way, but he'd barely eaten anything but a few morsels all week. In front of him, along the road, hundreds of abandoned cars laid dormant. Needing a rest and hoping to find some sort of nourishment inside, however unlikely, Isaak climbed inside one of the cars and just sat for a while, working hard to keep his eyes open.
Only a few minutes passed and already he was hearing eerie groans from the distance. He sighed and nodded, muttering a curse word to himself and leaving the car. The road was so clustered that he couldn't see anyone or anything that was in his way. He pulled himself up on top of the car and stood on it's roof, taking his gun out and loading it as he did so. Peering forward, he could make out several Walkers trudging his way.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name
Isaak Y. Prisco
Age
21
Height
1.85m
Weight:
79kg
Appearance
History
Isaak was born in Rhodes, Greece. His was raised by his mother, an author. He never knew his father. When Isaak was very young, he and his mother moved to Los Angeles, where they settled. Despite his mother's fairly steady wage and her intelligence, the family of two ended up in a rough end of L.A. As a result, Isaak was street smart and also talented academically. However, the further he went with school, the more his life on the outside got involved - some street gangs and a few minor spontaneous crimes paid their price and he fell behind.
He continued to excel physically and hoped of one day enlisting in the army, though his mother forbid it, citing that as her only family she would not want him to risk his life. Respecting his mothers wishes, Isaak instead pursued a career as a boxer. He quickly learned that he had great talent and by the age of 19 he was eyeing a professional career. At the age of 20, he was spotted by an agent who promised him a future as a pro, though soon later a certain flesh-eating virus began to spread rapidly and any future in an industry such as boxing seemed impossible.
After discovering his mother was dead he and a friend fled L.A. and constantly moved across the country seeking safety. Somewhere along the way, they were attacked by a group of survivors seeking supplies - Isaak took a shot to the shoulder and his friend was killed. Narrowly surviving the encounter, he continued seeking refuge, now alone. Eventually, he heard word that Chicago was much safer than where he was, so he made his way there.
Personality
Isaak will always treat people he meets as his equal, unless of course they do something to alter his opinion. Otherwise, he will try to be friendly and keep an open mind - this however, by no stretch of the imagination, means he trusts them. Isaak's philosophy of trust has been challenged and changed over the years by the wide range of people he has encountered, leaving him with little trust to give. Sure, he will try and act kindly towards everyone he meets, within reason, but unless you have his trust, all he sees you as is something that will help him survive for a little longer. Truth is, he'd rather be alone than with strangers, but he knows that would be ignorant. Survival is his first priority when in the company of those he does not know. He has been backstabbed too many times to think otherwise. If you earn his friendship and trust, he will no longer think of his own survival, but yours too.
Weapon
Standard handgun, fair amount of ammunition.
Isaak Y. Prisco
Age
21
Height
1.85m
Weight:
79kg
Appearance
History
Isaak was born in Rhodes, Greece. His was raised by his mother, an author. He never knew his father. When Isaak was very young, he and his mother moved to Los Angeles, where they settled. Despite his mother's fairly steady wage and her intelligence, the family of two ended up in a rough end of L.A. As a result, Isaak was street smart and also talented academically. However, the further he went with school, the more his life on the outside got involved - some street gangs and a few minor spontaneous crimes paid their price and he fell behind.
He continued to excel physically and hoped of one day enlisting in the army, though his mother forbid it, citing that as her only family she would not want him to risk his life. Respecting his mothers wishes, Isaak instead pursued a career as a boxer. He quickly learned that he had great talent and by the age of 19 he was eyeing a professional career. At the age of 20, he was spotted by an agent who promised him a future as a pro, though soon later a certain flesh-eating virus began to spread rapidly and any future in an industry such as boxing seemed impossible.
After discovering his mother was dead he and a friend fled L.A. and constantly moved across the country seeking safety. Somewhere along the way, they were attacked by a group of survivors seeking supplies - Isaak took a shot to the shoulder and his friend was killed. Narrowly surviving the encounter, he continued seeking refuge, now alone. Eventually, he heard word that Chicago was much safer than where he was, so he made his way there.
Personality
Isaak will always treat people he meets as his equal, unless of course they do something to alter his opinion. Otherwise, he will try to be friendly and keep an open mind - this however, by no stretch of the imagination, means he trusts them. Isaak's philosophy of trust has been challenged and changed over the years by the wide range of people he has encountered, leaving him with little trust to give. Sure, he will try and act kindly towards everyone he meets, within reason, but unless you have his trust, all he sees you as is something that will help him survive for a little longer. Truth is, he'd rather be alone than with strangers, but he knows that would be ignorant. Survival is his first priority when in the company of those he does not know. He has been backstabbed too many times to think otherwise. If you earn his friendship and trust, he will no longer think of his own survival, but yours too.
Weapon
Standard handgun, fair amount of ammunition.
Wriggle is in. We could just go with 4 males 3 females, but I only ever wantes like 5 pekplew. Oh well.
Okay, so this is how it's going to be:
3 males (due to the ammount that have applied) and 2 females to start off with.
I'm really struggling to pick the two additional males to my 1. Do any of the 3 of you (Lucian, ThatCharacter, Scotsman) have a reason to be less favoured (i.e. not much interest, inactivity.) Of course if all three of you are enthusiastic for this, we'll have to find another way around the situation.
For the Female side of it all, Totts is accepted. Wriggles app is incomplete. Still a chance to get in for a female character, but only 1 (perhaps 2 if there are a couple good ones.)
3 males (due to the ammount that have applied) and 2 females to start off with.
I'm really struggling to pick the two additional males to my 1. Do any of the 3 of you (Lucian, ThatCharacter, Scotsman) have a reason to be less favoured (i.e. not much interest, inactivity.) Of course if all three of you are enthusiastic for this, we'll have to find another way around the situation.
For the Female side of it all, Totts is accepted. Wriggles app is incomplete. Still a chance to get in for a female character, but only 1 (perhaps 2 if there are a couple good ones.)
Gonna sort through the apps soon.
PhoenixEye9 said
Hate to be that asshole but it's animagus not animorphs, or your speaking of metamorphagus (who have to be born with the ability). Besides that you also kind of learn how to become an animagus in your third year, it's a time consuming and dangerous ritual most people see as frivolous because it holds no real value in war or anything else. And now my side in it, how is it OP?
Brainfart, corrected. Also, animagi are banned from Hogwarts, that's why the Marauders did it in private.
Nice one. Get your apps in guys.
Name:
Bradley Sawyer
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Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Physical Appearance:
Six foot. Athletic.
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Blood:
Half Blood
House:
Gryffindor
Wand:
Ash. 10". Dragon heartstring. Rigid.
Companion:
Cat named Castro. Large, lazy and grumpy but loyal and affectionate to his master.
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Skills:
- Basic spells are very powerful.
- Charismatic.
- Athletic.
- Quick learner when he wants to be (which is rarely).
Weaknesses:
- Poor at more advanced spells.
- Stubborn, headstrong. His temper can kick off.
- Easily manipulated.
- Short attention span. Doesn't 'apply himself'.
Favourite Lesson:
Defence Against the Dark Arts
Bogart:
His father.
Patronus:
Eagle.
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Personality:
Upon first encounter, Bradley seems like a very normal person, perhaps a little unsure and quiet, but generally unremarkable. It takes closer imspection to see his true character.
To his friends, Bradley is open, friendly and laid-back. If you have his back, then he has yours, without a doubt. It is hard to gain his trust, but if you have it, his loyalty will be stalwart.
To his enemies, or his friend's enemies, he is a bit of a loose cannon. Most of the time he will ignore them or only slide a small, scathing insult their way, but on some occasions, when he gets riled up, he can flip, and nothing will stop him from having the final say in the matter. Some call it foolhardy, he calls it passionate.
He can have a laugh, and is not afraid to break the rules to have some fun, as he has done numerous times in the past. He is not a model student for many reasons, including the fact he often does not concentrate in classes he doesn't care for, such as History of Magic.
History:
WIP
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