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Love is a double edged blade, no matter what, you always get cut.
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What if I told you we were in the Matrix? Now what if I told you that I wasn't joking? Its impossible but now the thought is in your head. Enjoy.
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"What if you woke up and the world was full of monsters?" . . . "What if you woke up and realized the world was always full of monsters but you just never noticed?"
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Does this table really exist or does it only exist in my mind?
Bio
First and foremost...
If your a lurker or a perv just know that your welcome here! (Me too) Anywho, you all just feel free to call me Oz or EVEN Ozzy if your feeling energetic! I am a severely bored 29 year old man from the northern state of Michigan. I have been a writer for most of my life but I have been out of the game for quite awhile now and am only now starting to get back into it. I am a chill, relaxed, let the world flow by type of individual. As long as you show me basic human respect, I will always reply in kind. I am not one for drama, or someone's love letter to themselves, or anything of that ilk, if that's you please just move on. I love a good story and I love a good relationship with my writing partners even more. I am heavily into music and will often incorporate it into my scenes as inspiration or even a characters theme song so expect to receive lots of music from me! I can oftentimes have an exotic personality and some have said I am an acquired taste but you can just judge that for yourself! I am very heavy on communication, most times a problem can be easily resolved if its known about, so I want you to be open with me if your writing with me. Even if it's to tell me my story sucks and your moving on, I can respect that way more than being ghosted. I always try to be approachable so don't be shy!
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I am a gamer, I love movies, I read books, I love dinosaurs, I write fanfic, I cook chinese meals at home, and many many other things that I won't bore you with! If you wanna get to know me better, wanna write together, or even just are nosy and wanna know something about me, shoot me a message or a PM!
Awesome! I will throw an opening post together later tonight when im back at home! Also, I am going to use my relationship section in my bio to include some of my NPCs and a short description of who they are ^^
Height: 6 foot 1 inches Weight: 215 lbs Eye Color: Purple with a spiral type striation Hair Color: Dark brown Skin: Lightly tanned / caucasian persuasion
Identifying traits: Has three distinct tattoos, one that goes through his left eye and is an unknown font, one tattoos on his right cheek of a cross, and one tattoo across his throat in runic lettering which reads as HATE. Usually sports a trimmer beard that neither growns any longer nor does it ever grown any shorter with a messy medium hair style. Eyes glow against dark environments and a spiral can be seen in his eyes if you look long enough.
Clothing: His usual style of dress is a pair of black faded leather boots. A pair of black styled pants with various belts and buckles going down them. A black armless shirt which ties up the center, usually open up around the neck area and down the chest. A red cavelier vest with brass buttons down the center line, usually kept bereft near the neck line. An ankle length black leather coat that is a bit bigger than he is. A faded brown cavelier hat with a black plume in the band. A pair of black sunglasses with side cars on them. A nordic style metal necklace on a long strengthened metal chain. An onyx ring made of silver on his right pointer finger. A black cross earring going through his right earlobe.
The Mesmer is a rare breed of creature that is often reffered to as a demon that gets their name from their hynotic gaze which takes the form of a spiral striation in the eyes. This form of humanoid creature is rare as in there are not many who are not half human, to come across a full blooded Mesmer is as likely as seeing a god in the flesh. Most Mesmer are half human and thus not nearly as powerful as their full blooded parent, but they are just as volatile depending on who they grow up to be. Most Mezmer are not inherently evil as some might thing, in fact even full mezmer can have feelings like love and often time they will fall in love with a human female. It is unfortuante however that most Mezmer babies have a high rate of death when it concerns the mother giving birth so most are raised by their fathers. There are rare cases where in the father will abandon the child and more often than not the child is slowly consumed by the demon half of themselves as they grow older and will become almost feral like animals. A half human mesmer can live a normal life however they must be taught to control their mesmer half. Mezmers can live indefinitely and this includes Mesmer half-bloodes as well however unlike full Mesmers, half bloods do age all be it extremely slow and will end their own lives when age takes them.
Abilities are a picky thing when it comes to halfies, full bloods will have all these abilites and more but with halfies some will develope abilities and others will not it depends on the halfie in question. Despite this, all mesmer including halfies are born with the same hynotic spiral striation allowing them to hypnotize others if looked deeply in the eye. It is this reason that many mesmer will wear sunglasses that block their eyes completely from view so one does not end up becoming enthralled by their gaze. All Mesmer have great endurance halfie or otherwise. Abilities beyond this as stated are random and can include but are not limited to:
Telekinesis: This is not a strong variant like a full blooded Mesmer so it can not be used on large objects such as a human, however it can be used to say take back a sword for example that has flown from their hand in a fight or even use a small object as a projectile to strike someone with.
Fire Manipulation: Some halfies are able to control fire and in extreme cases can create fire from thin air, while this can be dangerous it is often times not that lethal as and flame produced does not have the power to kill but it can be used to light things or people on fire easy enough if close enough.
Enhanced reflexes: Some Mesmer obtain enchanced reflexes or strength or speed, some can even have all three in rare cases. Not as great as a full blood but they are able to lift most humans effortlessly, run side by side with a normal horse and can easily dodge attacks if need be.
Halfies unlike full bloods can be killed the same as any human can, the minor difference being they need to be damaged just a bit more than a normal human due to their natural heightened endurance. For the most part halfies are no different then most humans but they are cursed with a taste for blood, many halfies will resist this and in most cases it won't have adverse effects however their abilities will be slighted if they refuse to drink blood. Halfies can also bare children without the mother dieing however any off spring they have may not survive due to the Mesmer blood running in their veins, anything lower than half and the child will not recieve any attributes and thus the mesmer part can kill the child faster.
Privateer
Thaddeus is a Privateer or in other words he owns a heavily armed large sea worthy vessel that he often uses to help Lorenstad. Known for delivering exotic goods or foods to Lorenstad he is for the most part a one stop shop for exotic goods that one may not usually find. He has been known to escort others over the seas to various locations and has also been requested to get items that can not be found around Lorenstad. Some have thought him a pirate given his exotic nature, however, he has a long standing deal to work with Lorenstad and provide whatever services they may need. He has also taken on what some might consider a dock guard, spending most of his days in the port he does keep things running smoothly and makes sure any situations are dealt with. This is not an official job given to him but most know on the docks he is always watching for troublemakers.
Full length: 18 inches Blade length: 12 inches
Full length: 53 inches Blade length: 41 inches
Thaddeus is extremely eccentric, its due to this personality that a lot of people considered him a pirate or at least believed him to have been one. A paradox is how some have come to view him, one minute he is strict and barking orders and the next he is in an arm wrestling contest over a crate with one of his crew. He is quite a talker when he wants to be and loves to boast and tell stories of his past which most don't believe could possibly be true. He loves music and to dance and most definelty considers his crew and much of the town like family and often treats them as such. As weird as he might be to some, people enjoy his company, hes a kind individual if not a bit of a rough houser and sometimes drinks a bit too much and has to replace a table he fell on. He does have a bit of a tempermental side but it rarely shows its ugly head and most are quick to bring him back into a good mood with a free drink.
Not much is known about Thaddeus, in fact a lot of people are not even aware of his last name or if he even has one. For as long as he has existed to the people of Lorenstad, they have always known him as Thaddeus but most have just come to call him Captain or Mr.Thaddeus which he has no problem with. Captain Thaddeus came to Lorenstad port over thirteen years ago as a Privateer looking for work and ended up making Lorenstad his home when he is not working on the seas. Around town he has become almost a staple at least around the pub, he and his crew often celebrate a successful return with some ales and singing.
(Will reveal his past through the story and update this accordingly)
Located just outside Lorenstad Thaddeus lives in a on level house nestled back behind a brook. It is a cozy cottage with five rooms including two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen area, and a living area. In the back there is a hand built room attatched to the house which serves as a personal study space.
Adoptive son / Cabin Boy on The Mesmer
Thomas and Thaddeus meant almost ten years ago now when the young Thomas was merely five years old. Found floating in a barrel in the ocean the young man was nearly half dead and almost starved having been on the sea for possibly days. Thaddeus and his men immediatly took to the boy and saw to his health and slowly nursed him back to health. Out of everyone aboard Thomas took to Thaddeus quite effectionatly and Thaddeus took to the boy like the son he never had, he became a permeneant fixture on the Mesmer as Cabin Boy and soon enough Thomas took Thaddeus as his last name considering The man who saved his life to be his father. Both have been insperable ever since.
First Mate on The Mesmer
Thaddeus and Barbosa meant over twenty years ago to the day if not a few more on a small port in a far away land. Both men were just starting to get their sea legs and decided to brave the seas together having taken to each other quite fast. Malvo was the very first crewmate that Thaddeus ever had and the two are thick as thieves. Called Hammerhead because of his proclivity to nail someone in the head with his own in fights, Barbosa is quite the character but well respected among the crew and fine first mate.
Head Cook on The Mesmer
Bill Dicer Alzgard came to the Mesmer three years after her maiden voyage as the main cook aboard the vessel. Classically taught and quite the ruffian at the same time he was a perfect addition to the crew. With his firery temper and his skills with a blade in and out of the kitchen he became a staple on The Mesmer fairly quickly. His cooking skills are rivaled by none and he takes a certain pride in that and most know better than to EVER waste food in front of him.
Doctor on The Mesmer
Thoreau Cutter Helgin was the last to board The Mesmer ten years after her maiden voyage, quite taken with the crew and the captains eccentric nature he became the ships doctor and never once regretted his decision. Known as Cutter due to his precision with surgical blades he is feared and respected at the same time by the crew. He can be quite stubborn when it comes to illness's and will knock you one if you try to ignore his orders when healing you, even lock you away if you refuse to get better. He is very serious about saving lives and this is what drew Thaddeus to him.
Assuming I am accepted into the roleplay me and you could definitely work out something with my characters adopted son Thomas, he would definitely adopt a cute kitty ^.^
Height: 6 foot 1 inches Weight: 215 lbs Eye Color: Purple with a spiral type striation Hair Color: Dark brown Skin: Lightly tanned / caucasian persuasion
Identifying traits: Has three distinct tattoos, one that goes through his left eye and is an unknown font, one tattoos on his right cheek of a cross, and one tattoo across his throat in runic lettering which reads as HATE. Usually sports a trimmer beard that neither growns any longer nor does it ever grown any shorter with a messy medium hair style. Eyes glow against dark environments and a spiral can be seen in his eyes if you look long enough.
Clothing: His usual style of dress is a pair of black faded leather boots. A pair of black styled pants with various belts and buckles going down them. A black armless shirt which ties up the center, usually open up around the neck area and down the chest. A red cavelier vest with brass buttons down the center line, usually kept bereft near the neck line. An ankle length black leather coat that is a bit bigger than he is. A faded brown cavelier hat with a black plume in the band. A pair of black sunglasses with side cars on them. A nordic style metal necklace on a long strengthened metal chain. An onyx ring made of silver on his right pointer finger. A black cross earring going through his right earlobe.
The Mesmer is a rare breed of creature that is often reffered to as a demon that gets their name from their hynotic gaze which takes the form of a spiral striation in the eyes. This form of humanoid creature is rare as in there are not many who are not half human, to come across a full blooded Mesmer is as likely as seeing a god in the flesh. Most Mesmer are half human and thus not nearly as powerful as their full blooded parent, but they are just as volatile depending on who they grow up to be. Most Mezmer are not inherently evil as some might thing, in fact even full mezmer can have feelings like love and often time they will fall in love with a human female. It is unfortuante however that most Mezmer babies have a high rate of death when it concerns the mother giving birth so most are raised by their fathers. There are rare cases where in the father will abandon the child and more often than not the child is slowly consumed by the demon half of themselves as they grow older and will become almost feral like animals. A half human mesmer can live a normal life however they must be taught to control their mesmer half. Mezmers can live indefinitely and this includes Mesmer half-bloodes as well however unlike full Mesmers, half bloods do age all be it extremely slow and will end their own lives when age takes them.
Abilities are a picky thing when it comes to halfies, full bloods will have all these abilites and more but with halfies some will develope abilities and others will not it depends on the halfie in question. Despite this, all mesmer including halfies are born with the same hynotic spiral striation allowing them to hypnotize others if looked deeply in the eye. It is this reason that many mesmer will wear sunglasses that block their eyes completely from view so one does not end up becoming enthralled by their gaze. All Mesmer have great endurance halfie or otherwise. Abilities beyond this as stated are random and can include but are not limited to:
Telekinesis: This is not a strong variant like a full blooded Mesmer so it can not be used on large objects such as a human, however it can be used to say take back a sword for example that has flown from their hand in a fight or even use a small object as a projectile to strike someone with.
Fire Manipulation: Some halfies are able to control fire and in extreme cases can create fire from thin air, while this can be dangerous it is often times not that lethal as and flame produced does not have the power to kill but it can be used to light things or people on fire easy enough if close enough.
Enhanced reflexes: Some Mesmer obtain enchanced reflexes or strength or speed, some can even have all three in rare cases. Not as great as a full blood but they are able to lift most humans effortlessly, run side by side with a normal horse and can easily dodge attacks if need be.
Halfies unlike full bloods can be killed the same as any human can, the minor difference being they need to be damaged just a bit more than a normal human due to their natural heightened endurance. For the most part halfies are no different then most humans but they are cursed with a taste for blood, many halfies will resist this and in most cases it won't have adverse effects however their abilities will be slighted if they refuse to drink blood. Halfies can also bare children without the mother dieing however any off spring they have may not survive due to the Mesmer blood running in their veins, anything lower than half and the child will not recieve any attributes and thus the mesmer part can kill the child faster.
Privateer
Thaddeus is a Privateer or in other words he owns a heavily armed large sea worthy vessel that he often uses to help Lorenstad. Known for delivering exotic goods or foods to Lorenstad he is for the most part a one stop shop for exotic goods that one may not usually find. He has been known to escort others over the seas to various locations and has also been requested to get items that can not be found around Lorenstad. Some have thought him a pirate given his exotic nature, however, he has a long standing deal to work with Lorenstad and provide whatever services they may need. He has also taken on what some might consider a dock guard, spending most of his days in the port he does keep things running smoothly and makes sure any situations are dealt with. This is not an official job given to him but most know on the docks he is always watching for troublemakers.
Full length: 18 inches Blade length: 12 inches
Full length: 53 inches Blade length: 41 inches
Thaddeus is extremely eccentric, its due to this personality that a lot of people considered him a pirate or at least believed him to have been one. A paradox is how some have come to view him, one minute he is strict and barking orders and the next he is in an arm wrestling contest over a crate with one of his crew. He is quite a talker when he wants to be and loves to boast and tell stories of his past which most don't believe could possibly be true. He loves music and to dance and most definelty considers his crew and much of the town like family and often treats them as such. As weird as he might be to some, people enjoy his company, hes a kind individual if not a bit of a rough houser and sometimes drinks a bit too much and has to replace a table he fell on. He does have a bit of a tempermental side but it rarely shows its ugly head and most are quick to bring him back into a good mood with a free drink.
Not much is known about Thaddeus, in fact a lot of people are not even aware of his last name or if he even has one. For as long as he has existed to the people of Lorenstad, they have always known him as Thaddeus but most have just come to call him Captain or Mr.Thaddeus which he has no problem with. Captain Thaddeus came to Lorenstad port over thirteen years ago as a Privateer looking for work and ended up making Lorenstad his home when he is not working on the seas. Around town he has become almost a staple at least around the pub, he and his crew often celebrate a successful return with some ales and singing.
(Will reveal his past through the story and update this accordingly)
Located just outside Lorenstad Thaddeus lives in a on level house nestled back behind a brook. It is a cozy cottage with five rooms including two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen area, and a living area. In the back there is a hand built room attatched to the house which serves as a personal study space.
Adoptive son / Cabin Boy on The Mesmer Thomas Thaddeus
"Seriously dude, you need to come back to the city, I wouldn't know what to do if there wasn't an Outback nearby to eat at." Denny chuckled at his brothers remark as the sixteen oz porter steaks cooked on the grill in front of him. The fumes hit his nose and tickled his nostrils, a smoke flavored like fresh hickord wood, it made a little drool drizzle down his chin. "Your drooling again, you seriously need to work on that Ganon." Without warning Denny would drop the spatula and pick up a half drinkin bottle of water and throw it at Norman with a precision that most would not think a man his size had.
"Ow! You fat bastard!" Norman squeeled in pain as the bottle knocked him right in the side of the head. He grabbed at it with his hand to hold the spot that was now becoming red. "What did I tell you about calling me Ganon you big ass piece of danish with extra cheese!?"Norman rubbed his face as he pouted lowely to himself stretching his face into a grimace. "Oh stop all that pouting you faker."Norman let go of his face with a smile having been called out as he retaliated and threw his own water bottle at Denny whom turned and slapped it with his spatular knocking it onto the lower roof of his two floor ranch. Son of a bitch! I swear if that blocks my gutter im rolling your fat ass down the biggest hill I can find! Denny his this out as he saw the water bottle hit his gutter however the serious look on his face didn't last long as they would both laugh at each other, Denny would return his attention to the grill shortly before driving his steel fork through the steaks as he placed them on a couple plates. Beside them was two large baked potatoes with a healthy piece of cobbed corn, charred, he would quickly bring them over to the picnic table which was littered with condiments, napkins, silerware and drinks. "About time, the damn turtle beat the rabbit faster than your cooking." Norman made the joke as he pulled his plate to himself and placed a nearby napkin in his shirt before he would cut into his potato and throw some sour cream in it. Denny just made a 'you talk to much' hand gesture as he poured some A1 steaksauce on his place and dug in himself.
"So, hows life in the big city? You got yourself a life yet?" Denny asked the question casually as he placed a piece of medium rare steak in his mouth. 'Psh' Norman made the sound with a hint of sarcasm in it knowing well his brother was referring to his love life. "Well my land lady has been giving me signs lately." Denny would gag as the piece of steak went down the wrong way at Norman's response, he would guickly beat on his chest to get it down. "Your gonna make me choke you jerk! You damn well know that old bag has hated you since she invited you to dinner and you left that surprise in her toilet. I know because Roto Plumber came by my place and thought I was you." Denny laughed at Normans expense as he remembered the incident, old Mrs.Portia lost the use of her bathroom for like half a day. "That did not happen you ass, at least not like the way you tell it. I had some bad mexican that day..." Norman spoke lowely and his face reddened alittle bit, Denny spit alittle bit and he laughed behind his hand, it was fun when Norman got all red faced.
"Well reguardless of what happened, she told me to tell you that you were never allowed to use her facilities again. Took them five hours to get it working." Norman rolled his eyes as she chose to ignore the remark and just let this one die. Instead he would pose the same question to Denny: "What about you, hm, wheres your wife and kids? Seeming you have a life compared to me." Norman smiled a bit evil like as he posed the question sarcastically, Denny however did not miss a step: "That will come after I am Sheriff, you know that, and you would do well to remember, Im single by choice not because I got to speed dating events and scare all the woman away." Norman picked up his fork and quickly threw it toawrds Denny who ducked it with relative ease as it flew over his head and landed somewhere in the yard. "Your picking that up porky so keep that in mind if you intend to scatter my silverware to the four winds." Denny was almost casual as he said this, Norman just crossed his eyes and made a face as he imitated his brothers words dorkily. "So did you hear? I have heard some things through the grapevine about something weird involving bugs. It wasn't anything specific just that some places in the east had some kind of big problem."
Norman would shove a big piece of steak in his mouth and savor it after posing the question, Denny would just shrug his shoulders: "Can't say I have, I keep my attention on my own town more than the outside world. People be getting crazier these days, just last week we had someone running through town naked with a meat cleaver. Apparently he was high off his ass and thought he saw aliens everywhere." Denny shook his head at the memory, things like that didn't usually happened in their small town so naturally it was the front page news for a week as the story progressed. "Ah well, in the city thats fairly normal, I am not surprised, was bound to make it to our little old town eventually. Sometimes it gets so crazy I think your were right about moving out here where its peaceful." Norman would take a large swig of his water while he spoke, Denny would nod his head understandingly: "You know I have an extra room here if you want to escape the city for awhile, be nice to have company. Ever since mom passed its been pretty desolate around here." Norman would smile at the offer but shake his head back and forth: "Nah, can't right now, got a lot of important inventions I am working on, but who knows I may take you up on it for a vacation sometime." Denny would nod his head, holding up a water bottle in front of him Norman would clink it with his own.
_That was the last time I saw my brother, it wasn't too long after that dinner that everything went to shit. It happened so quick that by time the news had reached out small little town, the bug were already there and running through the streets._
Denny raised the Beretta 92 and pulled off three shots toawrds the large thick shell of the bug before him. The shots rang true, it would squeel in pain as one of them pentrated and came out the other side dragging a thick darkened blood trail with it. Sheriff Ken Baker fell from its hooked arms and rolled away as the bug quickly disappeared from view. Denny raced forward and grabbed Ken under the arms and dragged him back managing to get him back into the police station slamming the door shut. Denny quickly raced and grabbed the medical kit from the back, tearing into it he pulled out some gauze and quickly pressed it into the large gash that went across Ken's stomach. He could smell the stomach acid already, the smell of it mixing with blood, Denny knew that it was over but he had to try, he couldn't just give up. "Denny... i'm done, you know it already, my guts are coming out boy." Denny swallowed hard as he pushed the compression bandage harder, "just stay quiet your gonna be okay.." he was intent to do something, anything. "Enough boy, enough, you saved me from the monstrocity, its more than anyone else would have done, you need to get out of here. Save who you can." Kens voice was weak as he spoke, he was slipping and Denny knew it all too well, a tear raced down his dirty cheek, "I'm sorry Sheriff, I am sorry." Denny spoke the words as he bowed his head in shame, when he felt a cold piece of metal hit his hand he would look down to see Ken's badge in his hand.
"You make me proud boy, its yours now, keep it safe and always remember who you are."
_My town fell that day, there was no stopping it, I tried to help who I could but there just wasn't anyone left by time it was over. I was one of the only person who escaped that day. I went for Norman but it was useless, the city was in turmoil and there was no way to get in. Later after everything had died down I managed to make it to his apartment but it was ransacked and he was gone... that or dragged away._
Denny swallowed hard as he looked around the apartment that was once pristine and kept cleaner than a hospital room. Everything was scattered around like a huge struggle had taken place in the room, picture frames shattered, computers smashed, the couch was torn to shreds, it was like a tornado had swept through this place and destroyed everything in its path. The only missing thing or rather person was his brother Norman, he was no where to be seen, dead or otherwise. Denny wanted to say he was happy he did not find him but the grimness he felt in his tightened chest made him feel otherwise. He knew better than anyone that for as quirky and sarcastic Norman is, he is defintly no fighter, that was always Denny. Back in school Norman would shoot his mouth off to the bullies thinking they would leave him be but instead Denny had to tackle them and drive them back from his brother. The reality was more than he could bare, he could hardly face the fact that Norman was gone. Slowly bending down he would pick up a picture from beneath the broken glass of its frame. It was the picture they had took on vacation in a Costal Villiage years prior. Denny brought the picture to his chest as he closed his eyes and fought back the tears he wanted to cry. No... he wouldn't believe Norman was dead, he couldn't, no he would find Norman, in his heart he could feel his twin was out there still alive.
_Its been a year since than, and while I still hold out hope that Norman is alive, the chances of him living this long on his own are rather slim. But thats all I have left now and I won't give up on him even if I may never find him. Its foolish but its the only comfort I have left in this world, that I will be able to hug him one more time._
Denny opened his eyes slowly, the room before him was blurry, a semi dark blurriness as his eyes adjusted and came alive again. Looking around slowly, methodically, he would view the old cellar he had been napping in. It was the same as when he had passed out, just a small root cellar with a dirt floor and broken down shelving. He didn't know why he expected it to be any different, maybe he just thought one of those large burrowing bugs would come while he was sleeping and take him away. Couldn't exactly say that he minded that fate as morbid as it may have sounded. What did he care? He could be eaten in the next five seconds and not one person would know or even remember he existed. That was always reality really, but with killer monsters being the cause it just seemed to make it all the more grim of an outcome. Rubbing his eyes he would lift himself up as his body cracked in several places, the consequences of old bones and sleeping upright on dirt floors. Disting himself off he approached the workbench where his items were and grabbed at his duffel taking out a single piece of jerky. Chewing it slowly he pulled an old map out of his bag and opened it across the table turning on a flashlight.
The entire map was one big marked up piece of paper, sircles, x's, lines, there was literal canvas of explored areas and other places marked Shelter and some were just marked KEEP AWAY in big bold letters. Denny would grunt as he swung the flashlight around the map and located his current area, he wasn't too far outside of a small town, maybe half a mile. His next stop was to a small store in the town, he needed provisions or at least something anyways. He really didn't want to approach one of the shelters, in fact he preferred to avoid them all together unless he had to and most of the time it was to ask about Norman. People in those shelters see you and all of a sudden someone wants something from you because your not afraid to walk outside the walls. He wasn't a ranger but people often thought him one given his rough appearance. Ever since this all started he had dropped a good amount of weight and he was way more grizzled now than he used to be, a new look with his new personality he supposed.
Sighing to himself he drew a line to the town and circled it indicating he had yet to search it. He would have to be careful, town were often hotbeds for bugs sometimes, people were always trying to scavenge or what not. This often attracted attention and most used guns which drew in even more, another reason he avoided shelters, it was only a matter of time before the bugs found a way to get in and destroy whatever or whoever was inside. Placing the marker back in his bag along with the map he took a swig of his water and hooked it back onto his bag before tightening the strap on his machete. Placing his old faded stetson on his head he approached the barred up entrance and listened quietly for anything that could be moving outside of it. Doing this for at least a minute until he was satasfied nothing was out there he removed the bar from the handle of the door and pushed on open slowly, peaking his head out, he looked left, right and than above himself before leaving the safety of the cellar.
The hot air hit him almost instantly, it was early but the air was already heating up or maybe he just never liked the heat. He slowly made his way around the house to where a large bike was laying on the ground. Bending down he picked it up and got on top of it. Adjusting his dirty glasses on his nose he looked ahread on the road and sighed... another day. Pushing off from the ground he headed for the town just ahead of him.
Moved over and edited to fit one character. Added a few more things, nothing that changes anything just some keepsakes and a novelty photo I made of hte brothers on vacation.
Who You Were Before: Before the swarm, the eldest of two twins was on his way to becoming the Sheriff of the small town he lived in. Already the Deputy, he was being groomed to take over for his boss, the current Sheriff, Ken Baker. Much like his twin, Denny is highly motivated in his line of work and quite determined to take it as far as one can. A pillar of their small community and his brothers best friend, Denny was a well respected official in their town before it was ultimatly destroyed by the Swarm.
Who You Are Now: Truth be told Denny is not really sure who is now or where he really fits into the greater scheme of things. Since the swarm hit has become almost nomadic, never staying in one place for long. One could say he is a Ranger but they would be wrong, while he has educated himself on the various new dangers in this new world it is merely to keep himself alive. If he had to give it a name he would most likely be nothing more than a wanderer, someone walking through this new world with no destination but looking for someone that they know is alive in their heart but probably dead in reality.
Skill Set pre-swarm:
- Training with guns / mainly pistols - Training for emergency situations - Strategic planning
Skill set Post-swarm:
- Has learned to adequatly use bladed weapons for self defense - Learned to live off the land
Personality: Denny never considered himself to be a hardened individual, in fact he was almost like the pilsbury doughboy. Before the swarm he was very easy going and you could often find him outself on his small ranch grilling steaks and burgers for him and his brother every sunday. Unlike Norman however, the swarm has changed his way of thinking and made him much more serious. To a point where he barely jokes anymore, its obvious that something is eating him but he often snaps back if anyone tries to pry too deep. Denny is a very kind man otherwise and would do almost anything to help someone in need. For as many things that have changed he has never lost his will to help others in their times of need. Now an days he is more quiet and reserved than his usual outgoing attitude.
Norman Reed was for the most part on his way to becoming a highly paid IT Engineer. He loves technology and was on the forefront to creating some rather innovative devices that could have improved human life. His main area was in computers but his expertise extended to all manners of electronics, he was very much a big tinkerer and always enjoyed taking stuff apart to see how it worked.
Skill Set - Computer programming - Any and all things electrical - Problem solving - Has a very sharp memory can remember most things just by seeing or hearing it once.
Personality: Norman is not timid by any means and unlike the usual nerdy IT guy stickh, he is actually a fairly stright foreward person and not afraid to speak his mind. Being of an incredibly high IQ a lot of people would consider him eccentric by nature, often times found talking some random mumble jumble that he learned god knows when. Fiercly loyal and honest to a certain degree he is in all manners of saying the kind of guy you want in your corner. At the same time the things that make him so great are also the things that can make him a hand full. As said he is not timid, in fact he tends to, how would you say, overestimate his abilities or in some other terms he tends to over do it quite a lot of pays for it especially now in his older age. His mouth often causes trouble too, being formerly bullied he will verbally abuse anyone who even thinks of insulting him or someone else and this more or less leads to trouble. Lastly, Norman is highly irregular at least by normal standards, some people have considered him a freak of nature depending. While he is a nice guy through and though, he is definitely a very rambuncious sort at the same time.
Wow, that's kind of a lot. Either one is acceptable to me, but I'm going to have to ask which one you're actually going to play?
I don't let my players multi, man.
Uh oh I guess I went a bit overbored without asking haha
Hm.. I like both brothers and each their own sort of special personality and both are useful in their own ways... Denny would be my ultimate choice, I could definitely work a story off of his brother norman and tie it into his current story perfectly. I can just say that Norman is missing and presumed dead and this gives him a great personal story to follow through with.
Who You Were Before: Before the swarm, the eldest of two twins was on his way to becoming the Sheriff of the small town he lived in. Already the Deputy, he was being groomed to take over for his boss, the current Sheriff, Ken Baker. Much like his twin, Denny is highly motivated in his line of work and quite determined to take it as far as one can. A pillar of their small community and his brothers best friend, Denny was a well respected official in their town before it was ultimatly destroyed by the Swarm.
Who You Are Now: Truth be told Denny is not really sure who is now or where he really fits into the greater scheme of things. Since the swarm hit has become almost nomadic, never staying in one place for long. One could say he is a Ranger but they would be wrong, while he has educated himself on the various new dangers in this new world it is merely to keep himself alive. If he had to give it a name he would most likely be nothing more than a wanderer, someone walking through this new world with no destination but looking for someone that they know is alive in their heart but probably dead in reality.
Skill Set pre-swarm:
- Training with guns / mainly pistols - Training for emergency situations - Strategic planning
Skill set Post-swarm:
- Has learned to adequatly use bladed weapons for self defense - Learned to live off the land
Personality: Denny never considered himself to be a hardened individual, in fact he was almost like the pilsbury doughboy. Before the swarm he was very easy going and you could often find him outself on his small ranch grilling steaks and burgers for him and his brother every sunday. Unlike Norman however, the swarm has changed his way of thinking and made him much more serious. To a point where he barely jokes anymore, its obvious that something is eating him but he often snaps back if anyone tries to pry too deep. Denny is a very kind man otherwise and would do almost anything to help someone in need. For as many things that have changed he has never lost his will to help others in their times of need. Now an days he is more quiet and reserved than his usual outgoing attitude.
Norman Reed was for the most part on his way to becoming a highly paid IT Engineer. He loves technology and was on the forefront to creating some rather innovative devices that could have improved human life. His main area was in computers but his expertise extended to all manners of electronics, he was very much a big tinkerer and always enjoyed taking stuff apart to see how it worked.
Skill Set - Computer programming - Any and all things electrical - Problem solving - Has a very sharp memory can remember most things just by seeing or hearing it once.
Personality: Norman is not timid by any means and unlike the usual nerdy IT guy stickh, he is actually a fairly stright foreward person and not afraid to speak his mind. Being of an incredibly high IQ a lot of people would consider him eccentric by nature, often times found talking some random mumble jumble that he learned god knows when. Fiercly loyal and honest to a certain degree he is in all manners of saying the kind of guy you want in your corner. At the same time the things that make him so great are also the things that can make him a hand full. As said he is not timid, in fact he tends to, how would you say, overestimate his abilities or in some other terms he tends to over do it quite a lot of pays for it especially now in his older age. His mouth often causes trouble too, being formerly bullied he will verbally abuse anyone who even thinks of insulting him or someone else and this more or less leads to trouble. Lastly, Norman is highly irregular at least by normal standards, some people have considered him a freak of nature depending. While he is a nice guy through and though, he is definitely a very rambuncious sort at the same time.
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If your a lurker or a perv just know that your welcome here! (Me too) Anywho, you all just feel free to call me Oz or EVEN Ozzy if your feeling energetic! I am a severely bored 29 year old man from the northern state of Michigan. I have been a writer for most of my life but I have been out of the game for quite awhile now and am only now starting to get back into it. I am a chill, relaxed, let the world flow by type of individual. As long as you show me basic human respect, I will always reply in kind. I am not one for drama, or someone's love letter to themselves, or anything of that ilk, if that's you please just move on. I love a good story and I love a good relationship with my writing partners even more. I am heavily into music and will often incorporate it into my scenes as inspiration or even a characters theme song so expect to receive lots of music from me! I can oftentimes have an exotic personality and some have said I am an acquired taste but you can just judge that for yourself! I am very heavy on communication, most times a problem can be easily resolved if its known about, so I want you to be open with me if your writing with me. Even if it's to tell me my story sucks and your moving on, I can respect that way more than being ghosted. I always try to be approachable so don't be shy!
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I am a gamer, I love movies, I read books, I love dinosaurs, I write fanfic, I cook chinese meals at home, and many many other things that I won't bore you with! If you wanna get to know me better, wanna write together, or even just are nosy and wanna know something about me, shoot me a message or a PM!
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="tan">First and foremost...<br><br>If your a lurker or a perv just know that your welcome here! (Me too) Anywho, you all just feel free to call me Oz or EVEN Ozzy if your feeling energetic! I am a severely bored 29 year old man from the northern state of Michigan. I have been a writer for most of my life but I have been out of the game for quite awhile now and am only now starting to get back into it. I am a chill, relaxed, let the world flow by type of individual. As long as you show me basic human respect, I will always reply in kind. I am not one for drama, or someone's love letter to themselves, or anything of that ilk, if that's you please just move on. I love a good story and I love a good relationship with my writing partners even more. I am heavily into music and will often incorporate it into my scenes as inspiration or even a characters theme song so expect to receive lots of music from me! I can oftentimes have an exotic personality and some have said I am an acquired taste but you can just judge that for yourself! I am very heavy on communication, most times a problem can be easily resolved if its known about, so I want you to be open with me if your writing with me. Even if it's to tell me my story sucks and your moving on, I can respect that way more than being ghosted. I always try to be approachable so don't be shy!<br><br>Lets see... hmmm<br><br>I am a gamer, I love movies, I read books, I love dinosaurs, I write fanfic, I cook chinese meals at home, and many many other things that I won't bore you with! If you wanna get to know me better, wanna write together, or even just are nosy and wanna know something about me, shoot me a message or a PM!<br><br>P.S.<br><br>HAVE A SONG!<br><br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/mE6uIHsuoSA?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe><br><br>⚠️ OZ ⚠️ </font></div><br><br></div>
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