Saarebas

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

I really hope there is still room in this for another =)

Big Bo

Name

Boone "Bo" Leroy King

Age

28

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Appearance

Bo is a practical walking mountain of muscle, towering a good head and shoulders above others and having a staggeringly bulky body build. He has deep caramel colored skin that is peppered with a plethora of scars from a long life of misadventures. His hair is oak brown with a few premature grey streaks and is cut into a short Mohawk style, likewise he has a stylish beard that runs the length of his jawline. He has amber colored eyes that always seem to have a spark of passion in them. His left ear has two piercings towards its top. Bo's body is decorated with a whole assortment of tattoos; his entire back is covered in a tattoo of a pair of crossed angel wings, on his left pectoral he has a design of an American flag tearing through his skin, on his right deltoid he has a human heart being surrounded by vines and flowers, and on his right calf he has mechanical parts tearing through his skin.

Height

7'2"

Weight

323LBS

Likes

-Working Out-
-Boxing-
-Wrestling-
-MMA-
-Swimming-
-Cigars-
-Firearms-
-Helping Patients-
-Animals, Dogs Taking The Top Spot-
-R&B, Hip Hop, Blues, And Smooth Jazz-
-Strong Fruity Drinks-
-Spicy Foods-
-Sweets, Especially Anything Watermelon Flavored-

Dislikes

-Spoiled People-
-Tofu-
-Chewing Tabaco-
-Busy Work-
-Being Late-
-Modern Day "Mumble" Rap-
-Heavy Metal-
-Bigots-
-Tight Spaces-
-Fireworks-

Personality

Anyone who has ever spoken with Bo can tell you that the only thing bigger than him is his personality. The man is practically the living embodiment of the word passion. Everything he does he puts his all into, regardless of how big or small the task is. The level of determination inside of him is quite astonishing, once he has a goal in mind there is nothing in this world or the next that can get in his way. Bo always tries to keep a friendly attitude about him, it is a rare sight to catch him without a huge warm grin on his face. He has a huge soft spot for dogs and on the top of that list is his own fur covered buddy, a cute mix by the name of Whiskey. His years in the military has left him with quite the appreciation for getting things done in a timely manor, nothing shortens his patience quicker than someone putting off something that could be done now. He is incredibly dedicated to helping his patients, putting them and their recovery ahead of everything else. Under all of his positivity Bo does have a past that he is less than proud of, more over like many wounded veterans he has a few triggers that can send him down a less than pleasant path.

Zodiac Sign

Gemini, though he has never bothered to check himself.

Special Talent

Bo gives some of the best massages around. Despite how clumsy his meaty hands may appear to be the big lug is able use them to get knots out of muscles and crack backs in such a way that people have told him that they feel like completely new people afterwards.

Profession

Bo is a physical therapist that works out of a small clinic that he owns.
Bo has been known to work as a personal trainer from time to time.

Assets

-Achilles Heel Recovery Center-
His physical therapy clinic, it may be small but it does have a rather loyal client following.

-Apartment In Old Harbor-
It isn't the largest but it is more than enough For Bo and Whiskey

-Four Door Black Pick Up Truck-
It gets him from A to B, even if B is on the other side of a mountain.

-Whiskey-
His service dog, they have been together ever since Bo got out of the Army.

Bio

"Growing up my family didn't really have a whole lot, my mom was an exotic dancer at a night club so she wasn't exactly raking in the money, as for my dad I don't know the man, mom says he was just some guy that tipped her really well. I have six younger sisters, all of 'em have about the same story as me when it comes to the father department. I was a real shit kid if I'm going to be honest, I can't remember a day I didn't pull some stupid stunt; either cutting class, getting into fights, or stealing from other kids around the neighborhood. I was a real asshole by the end of it and like you would expect I eventually got into some serious trouble, got caught trying to steal a car. I would of been locked up if it wasn't for the fact that the guy who owned the car was a friend of my mom and he agreed not to press charges, but that was the last straw for my mom and she kicked me out. So there I was eighteen, no job, and no where to go, well that was until I found the Army recruiting office."

"Enlisting is a real culture shock when you are starting out, your entire life is basically turned upside down. You go from normal living to eating and breathing discipline and structure, every second of your day is planned out for you and you either get with the program or you get your ass handed to you until you shape up. It was the best thing that ever happened to me, it pushed me to become a better man and to finally get over that shitty attitude I had my whole childhood."

"I was a medic while I was in, a damn good one too if you ask me. My main job was patching people up if they got hurt while they were out on patrol, it happens more often than you would like. When I wasn't acting as doc I was out on patrol myself. Despite all of its faults I loved the job, getting to help my battle buddies and protect and serve, gives you a feeling of accomplishment that nothing else really can. But uh... things don't always stay so good when you're deployed..."

"Our convoy was on our way back from patrol, a pretty boring one too, we were about ten minutes out from base when it happened. The Humvee I was riding in rolled over an IED, blew me and two of my battle buddies about twenty feet into the air and ripped the truck in half. I don't remember a lot after that, I get flashes sometimes you know; metal flying through the air, smell of burning clothes, the moaning... but uh yeah I was us lucky enough to make it... my battles weren't."

"After the explosion I was in a coma for about a month, when I came to I was back in the states still pretty banged up. No surprise that I was honorably discharged while I was out, can't really serve your country from a hospital bed... They don't tell you it but getting out is just as big of a life change as joining, trying to be an everyday citizen again feels almost impossible. I uh was in a pretty dark place while I was recovering, I felt like I lost everything in that explosion; my job, my friends, my life... The only thing that kept me going was my physical therapist Susana, she worked with me everyday getting me back on my feet, literally. She never gave up on me even when I did, if it wasn't for her I don't think I would be here today."

"It took awhile but eventually I was able to get myself a game plan. Susana relit my passion for helping patients and I wanted to pay that kindness forward so I set off to become a physical therapist myself. Lucky for me I had a GI bill to pay for collage, I even managed to get a job as an EMT in my free time to help with bills. After a few years of hard work I graduated, it was honestly one of the happiest moments of my life, it takes the spot right after me officially adopting Whiskey."

"After graduating I set up shop in Sol city for a completely fresh start, that and the west coast has quite the number of vets in the need of a physical therapist that can actually relate to what they are going through. I'm just hoping that me and Whiskey aren't in over our heads here."

Family

-Rose Faith King-
Bo's mother, they have been estranged for a few years, but they tried to reconnect after Bo's injury. They aren't exactly the closest, but they have slowly been trying to fix things.

-Bliss June King-
The sister right under Bo, she is four years younger than him. She is currently married with a family of her own.

-Joy Mayflower King-
The sister under Bliss, she is eight years younger than Bo. She is following in her older brother's footsteps and trying to pursue a medical career.

-Grace Love King-
The sister under Joy, twelve years younger than Bo. She is a bit of a troubled child, just like Bo was at her age.

-Hope Lily King-
The sister under Grace, she is sixteen years younger than Bo. Hope is a quite bookish type who tries to keep her nose clean.

-Merry Honor King-
-Miricale Destiny King-
The sisters under Grace and the family's twins, they are twenty years younger than Bo. The twins are an adventurous pair and incredibly inquisitive for their age.

Theme

Actor or Actress who play your Character in a movie

-Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson-
AKA The Mountain from Game of Thrones

Simply Saarebas

How Many Birthday candles?
The decrepit and ancient age of twenty

Where You Be?
*Insert Bald Eagle Call Here*

How Long You In For?
I've been roleplaying for six years on RPG, was around during the days of the old site. Though I got my start with roleplaying over on Facebook.

"I'm Giving It All She's Got Captain!!
I have a pretty busy schedule so I try to get a few posts up a week, though I can't really do daily posts like I use to.

Harry Potter universe RP (18+) (MxF)

This sounds like it can be a blast! It has been ages since I RPed in the Potterverse. I hope you are still looking for a partner =)

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

The world was set ablaze; fire rained from the skies and the seas boiled, forests were razed to ashes and kingdoms melted away into nothingness, and the only thing that withstood the hellish flames of the raging inferno was a single man. He was colossal, head nestled amongst the clouds and his body rivaling the size of mountain ranges. A thick, lushes smoldering beard hung from his face down to his ash coated chest. His frame rippled with muscles that roared of this giant's incomprehensible strength. But this titanic being's most notable feature was undoubtedly his eyes which burned twice as intensely as the hell scape that they looked over. In front of him stood an equally as massive anvil, the metal structure burning red hot within the flames the engulfed the world around it.

It seemed like an eternity as the chaos and carnage ravished the land and the towering figure did nothing but loomed over the destruction, but seemingly in an instance he sprung to life. Gripping the hammer that was hung from his belt the living mountain raised it far above his head, it and his gargantuan arm being lost among the clouds. It was a split second later that the hammer was brought rocketing down from the heavens and down onto the anvil, the impact sending out an ear piercing clang of metal and causing the very earth to shake. The giant raised the hammer again and brought it down for yet another soul shaking strike. Over and over this colossus struck the anvil, causing the earth the tremble, but with each blow the scorched wasteland began to change.

The mounds of ash and the rivers of fire began to fade and to be replaced with a glorious golden city. It was a kingdom fit for the gods themselves; countless beautiful buildings of such intricate design no mere mortal could of dreamed of them lined the streets, the roads themselves were paved in silver and gold, and numerous glowing towers reached up towards the heavens. The city grew with each and every hammer strike to the anvil until the ruined world that once stretched as far as the eye could see was nothing more than a bitter memory.

As the giant continued his work new and more fantastic creations began to fill the world. One of the giant's strikes brought fleets of chariots into existence, these brilliant machines were able to pull themselves without the aid of any beasts of burden. Another blow birthed an army of bronze armor clad figures, not made up of men of mere flesh and blood but rather beings born from the hammer of a smith and driven forward by the fires of a forge. Yet another strike caused the skies to be littered with mesmerizing ships that sailed through the air on golden sails.

The world only grew more full of the enormous being's magnificent creations as he continued his work, but as more inventions came into existence the brilliance turned blinding. The machinery began to over take the earth, all the simplicity of nature was eventually replaced by cold and soulless metal work. Once there was nothing left of the world that once was that was when the giant ceased, stepping back to look over his work. But without the guiding hand of its creator this new world was purposeless and without direction. The glorious cities and otherworldly machinery left aimless began to falter; buildings began to crumble, ships crashed from the skies, and the bronze army began to turn on itself. The chaos and destruction turned the once heavenly world into a wasteland of fire and ash, mirroring the one that it was born from.

The giant figure looked over the wasteland yet again, eyes still burning brighter than the flames that ravaged the world ever could, before he took his hammer back into his hand and raised it towards the skies and brought it down with the same earth rattling force as before.

"By the gods!" Cal's voice escaped him as he desperately took in air in an attempt to try and recollect himself after the dream he just had, unfortunately for him he didn't have too much time to collect his bearings. Just as soon as the young lad got his wits about him he realized that he was no longer in his own bed, but rather he was at his workstation at the forge with his hand completely submerged in the flames. Panic raced over his body as he instinctively recoiled, the fires still coating his broad forearm. "SHIT!" Cal exclaimed as he practically pounced onto the trough of water near by, plunging his blazing arm straight in.

"Not again..." A slight sigh escaped Cal as he slowly pulled his arm from the water, revealing it to be completely unscathed. This wasn't the first time that he had woken up to this situation, for the past few weeks almost every night he would be plagued with the same dream only to awaken to find himself working at his forge. His eyes moved to the still roaring fire of his forge then to the water trough next to him. He let out another sigh before plunging his hand back into the water and pulling out a glimmering piece of metal. "Another one." Cal's voice resonated with annoyance as he looked at the shining object in his hand. Turning it over a few times Cal figured that it had to be some sort of perch for a bird, but what really caught his attention was the detailed carvings that decorated the entire piece of silver. The most prominent of the designs was the clear symbol of the god of craftsmen himself, Hephaestus.

"I don't even have any silver in the damn shop." Cal spoke half aloud as he placed the perch onto a table and took a seat in a chair next to it. His amber eyes stared the his small creation down as his mind recalled all the other random bits and pieces he found himself waking up to. He had created a quite the assembly of metal work in his sleep; such as quite the breath taking tiara laced with small sapphires, a massive claymore with a intricate battle scene engraved into its blade, and even a full suit of golden armor. All of which had one thing in common, being marked with the brand of Hephaestus.

His late night smithing however was only part of Cal's problem however. Around the same time the dreams started Cal began small sparks would appear around him, even when he wasn't working the forge. Next the fire in his forge would spring to life whenever he had the mere thought of crafting something. Occasionally the food in his mouth would turn to ash. Eventually one night Cal awoke to find his entire bed on fire, with him still in it. He was able to jump from the flames and put them out before the spread, but what concerned Cal was the fact that he didn't even have the slightest of burns on him from the fire.

Being so wrapped up in his own thoughts about the events of the past few weeks Cal barely even noticed the raven that had flown in threw his window and settled onto the freshly crafted perch as if it was made for this very bird. Cal's initial thought was that some noble was asking him to craft some sword to hang up on their mantle and never use, this idea was quickly thrown away as he read the letter.

Someone out there knew what was going on with Cal and maybe even knew how to stop it. Cal didn't know what to make of this whole chosen thing, he never considered himself anything special and he defiantly didn't count himself as a devote to the gods. All Cal knew was that whatever was going on he needed it to stop.

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May 15th

Hiring transport from his village to the border wasn't too hard, most carriage drivers in Haventis would take passengers across the entire country for the right price. As he arrived Cal couldn't help but be reminded of his childhood as he watched the string of drunkards march both in and out of the tavern. "Glad to see people are the same no matter what country they are from..." Cal thought to himself with a shake of his head as he headed inside of the building.

Cal didn't know what he should of expected, but from the letter and the bizarre things he was going through a normal night of revelry at the tavern was far from his mind. He watched as numerous groups of men downed their drinks and cheered, barmaids scurry to and fro dispensing drinks and evading the wandering hands of drunkards, and as a older bartender skillfully poured drink after drink to try and appease the ever growing thirst of the crowd.

The blacksmith didn't really know what to do so in an attempt to blend in he took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a drink, which the bartender had poured and delivered to Cal in almost an instant. Cal wrapped his massive hand around his drink and brought it to is lips, the substance hitting his tongue prompting a slight grimace to his face, the man wasn't much of a drinker. Setting his glass aside Cal scanned over the crowd again with only one question on his mind. Who in this place could possibly know what he was going through?

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@The Muse No worries boss, real life always comes first =) But in the mean time I've been wondering something, since we have the Greek gods running about do we also have Greek legends joining the party? I mean do cyclopes set up camp in the caves up in the Haventis mountains? How about centaurs roaming the plains of Adlan? Maybe nymphs dancing through the forests of Eredel? Ooh or even sirens swimming the seas between Xivia and the main land. And if these creatures do exist does the general populace know that they do? Sorry it was just a random thought that came to me and just wouldn't stop nagging me =)

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Avanhelsing Anytime man and it is already starting to sound like Jason is going to be an amazing character XD

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Grey Glad I could help you dude =)

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Avanhelsing Like @Kitty if you have anything in mind just let us know so we can narrow the search down a bit, but here are some pictures of a few heart throbs I was able to find =)

Cluster O' Cuties

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Avanhelsing I got you man, just give me a general idea of what you're looking for and I'll get on it =)

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

@Avanhelsing I go through the same thing all the time dude, I wouldn't mind lending a hand with looking if you want =)

Quest for Gaia's Heart (Greek Mythology RP)

The Handyman

"Things come to those who get off their backsides and work for them!"

Name

Callan "Cal" Arkwright

Appearance

Cal is a strapping young man, standing at an imposing 6'6" and weighting around 270 pounds. He has a jarringly bulky and muscle bound body build paired with a rather wide frame, making him practically a walking mound of muscle. His skin is a roasted chestnut brown and is littered with dozens of small scars from the many nicks and scrapes Cal has acquired over time. He has short messy oak colored hair that connects to a beard that runs the length of his jawline. His eyes are a deep amber and holds a unmistakable gleam of joy in them.

Age

25

Kingdom

Haventis

God

Hephaestus

Occupation

Craftsman
Works odd jobs, everything from blacksmithing to carpentry

Short Bio

"Being born in Haventis is like flipping a coin, there's a fifty fifty shot of what life you'll get, you're either born with the world offered to you on a silver platter... or you're born fighting for whatever scraps fall off that platter. I was oh so lucky enough to be born in the second group."

"Yeah my family wasn't exactly perfect to say the least. My mum was uh... for the sake of those with more delicate ears lets just say she was a 'working lady', so you can imagine with that line of work that I wasn't exactly raised in the most upstanding of homes. As for my Pa I never met the man, but from what I'm told though he was a sell-sword from Vespora, though knowing my luck he was probably just one of the guardsmen in town that didn't have enough courage to claim me as his bastard. I also had a whole slew of younger siblings, there are about a dozen of us, one of the risks of ma's work I guess."

"Growing up in a brothel is interesting to say the least. You see a whole lot of brawls, very angry wives, and more drunkards being tossed out than you can count. You also get to see the men in town in uh... compromising positions, trust me it is hard to look the captain of the guard in the eye again after walking in on him in the middle of... you know what let's just move on."

"As for us bastards we were kind of raised free range, whatever girls weren't working at the time took charge of us and tried to keep us in check, well as much as they could. It doesn't take a genius to realize that kids being brought up in a brothel don't have all the options in the world when it comes to a future, they have even less when they are being raised in the slums of Haventis. Most of the boys either take to theft and pickpocketing while the girls usually end up following in their mothers' footsteps. Me on the other hand I couldn't stand the thought of just letting my life stay like that, stuck in the slums trying the cheat my way to the top, I wanted to make something more of myself."

"It started off with me doing small jobs around the city; sharpening the guards' blades, patching a few roofs, fixing a busted wagon wheel. It wasn't long until I caught the eye of the local blacksmith. The man was a drunkard but he knew his way around a forge so when he offered me an apprenticeship I couldn't refuse. My time was split between learning how to tend the forge and keeping the poor drunk from setting himself on fire. Despite his shortcomings he was a hell of a teacher and soon enough I was taking the brunt of the jobs that came in, though thinking about it that may of just been because the old codger wanted more time to drink. Regardless I ended up becoming the town's most sought after craftsman, I even had people coming from whole different cities to hire me."

"All and all I think I have made a pretty good life for myself; good job, good friends, not too horrid of a family. Here's hoping nothing crazy happens to change all that."