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Rising: A New Age of Gods

God damn, Ellona has to ruin all the fun.

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Rucks Kennithson

God of the sky, messages and travel. This was allegedly what Rucks was - to an extent he had become a divine being. He wasn't sure how or why - he did know however when. The initial blackout, the one that caused a crash. It was his bodies way of protecting Rucks from the influx of power.

What did it mean? If he could figure out what he could use his domains for then perhaps he could gain power? The wind which motioned him towards Vegas, that wasn't a sign. That was something Rucks had conjured, he controlled the winds to point the way. To remind him of his goal perhaps? Maybe he was imagining it all. Maybe it was all a dream. He doubted it, he'd come to terms with this somehow. As if someone had told him and they were to be trusted.

In a way it all made sense. The sudden understanding of the world, the change of wind. Vegas held no answers, it was his destination and he'd started to forget, it's strange how becoming a god can make you do that. But now he had to figure out one thing, how would he control his abilities? If he could figure that out then maybe he would figure out what to do next. These were things Rucks could contemplate later, maybe he should find a hotel to stay in.

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Rucks Kennithson

As Rucks drove towards Vegas the world became clear. It was a surreal experience, as if he'd just found a landmark which meant he wasn't lost anymore. His knowledge of the world increased at first tenfold, the knowledge of the state's roads at his disposal. Shortly afterwards it increased again, this time a hundredfold, the continent was like an old friend to him. He knew everything about it but still, there was more to it. By the time he could map the entire world his knowledge was beyond the concept of a mortal. He knew more than just roads, he knew the cardinal points at the drop of a hat. Navigation was no longer a tool; it seemed to become a part of him.

He pulled over onto the hard shoulder. His head began to throb, what was happening to him? No one could just gain knowledge like he had. Something happened to him - something beyond his understanding. He wasn't just any old mortal anymore. The wind changed, westerly to southernly it wasn't just a small breeze either, it was a rather vicious gale. Rucks wasn't the superstitious type but even he took that as a sign telling him to keep going - maybe vegas did hold the answers he needed.

The so called messenger of the gods, filled with knowledge about the entire world and yet he remains so clueless. If he only knew, if he pursued his instincts, unlocked his potential. Turned that knowledge into power. Maybe then, he would understand.

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>Roleplaying as God of Travel who drove as a living.
> Don't know anything about American roads.

This is gonna be gud.

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Rucks Kennithson

As far as days go this was already terrible for Rucks. He was three hours late due to traffic and he'd written off the car he was delivering. He looked at his left wrist - his watch barely worked but he made it out as midday give or take a few hours. Last he checked he was driving a vintage E-type down the dual carriageway heading southbound. That was probably an hour or so ago? The old bill had arrived by the time he woke up.

He didn't know what happened. It was as if his consciousness just decided to get up and go, he certainly hadn't passed out from exhaustion since he'd just had several hours rest at a motel not 5 hours before the incident. You can imagine how confused he must have been when he slipped back into the world and was greeted by the sound of sirens and the ripped off arse of a car.

Rucks looked around the wreckage, three cars in total one of which had almost flipped. He managed to squeeze himself out of the heap that was once a car and staggered over to the nearest sign of authority. Probably his biggest mistake for the questions that flowed in after that were endless. Was he drunk? No. Sleep deprived? No. Under the influence of banned substances? No. Was he using a mobile phone or other such distractions? No. Was the car faulty? No - in fact it just passed its M.O.T or whatever the equivalent was.

After another hour or two he was free to go. Miraculously he faced no charges and the incident was put down to the car being faulty. Rucks guessed they couldn't charge someone who passed every test under the rainbow. They towed off the E-type to repair it and left Rucks with a courtesy car until it was fixed. He'd explained the incident to the cars owner over the phone and now was left with a simple task - leave it at the garage. Obviously Rucks wasn't trustworthy enough and let's face the facts - it's a miracle he wasn't hurt.

In fact, he felt better than ever. As if he knew exactly where he needed to go - considering the car had no satnav this was a blessing. Just what had happened back there? Rucks shook the thought out of his head, only 50 miles south and he could stop and rest - think this whole thing through. Maybe he was just under the influence of something they gave him while he was in a coma. He didn't think to talk to the paramedics after all, he just eased his foot off the clutch and went on his way. Fifty miles south and with a slight detour to the west - there would be traffic. He could feel it.

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ActRaiserTheReturned said
The Mail Man

Most stylish mailman you'll ever see.

Also the picture broke. I should fix that.

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Gosh. You would think it's the summer holidays or something with all these people leaving.

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Name:

Rucks Kennithson

Gender:

Male

Age:

24

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Appearance:



Variations:
5'9" tall
No glasses


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Personality:

Rucks is a vacant character, he doesn't always pay attention where he should and that can often hinder his progress. However he's a good natured guy and would go out of his way to help someone as long as it doesn't start too far from his initial goal.

Domain:

Air/Skies, Winds, Messenger, Travel

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History:

Rucks wasn't a courier by trade. He just delivered messages from one place to another when folks couldn't get it done themselves. Some people just didn't have the communication to do so - most of the time the lines were cut because of phone bills or simply a mix-up on the phone companies part. He travelled enough to get things like that done. By trade he was a vehicle deliverer, on essence he would go and collect a vehicle - anything ranging from cheap cars to airplanes so long as he had the licence for it.

Why specify the delivering of messages in his spare time? Well it isn't a particularly interesting concept but it was something he mostly had to do. You see, his profession didn't pay all that well. He had to get from point A to point B to collect the vehicle and take it to point C, if he caught a train he would be paying money. For him that meant less of a pay-check. As a result he tended to hitchhike his way around, talking to people as he went. Some trusted him enough to deliver parcels as he went around - nothing valuable of course but he was cheaper than a postal service. Sometimes they even offered him a little cash or a free meal if he took up the request.

Why choose such a life? It was probably because of all the moving around Rucks did when he was younger. His father was a consultant, whichever company hired him required him to be close by. He was never I one place for more than a year, he got used to it. If he tried to settle down he felt uncomfortable and needed a change of scenery and what better way to be able to revel constantly?

So there he was, his parents split up when Rucks was going into university. Other than his moving around he led a normal lifestyle. The next few years would be the longest he stayed in one place for his life and after that he would have a degree in aeronautical degree he would never use. But what can you do? Your parents wanted you to do something useful with your life. He just had to play along for a while.
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I'm writing up an app. Expect it in a few hours.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

I may joins a Guild - however if I do join one it'll be the Ragged Brotherhood. Either way I'm not sure If I will join one yet. In terms of a time kip I'm pretty much ready for one whenever.