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I'd be interested in participating in such an RP.
A great idea. Very interested.
Sven was a little caught off guard when things lit up. All sorts of different voices started speaking this time, and he listened to every one of them intently. It's not like he knew the location of the others, nor did they know his. Sven wasn't exactly about to give his up so soon either. Just because they were genetically mutated, doesn't mean they weren't going to hold a threat against him. Couldn't exactly be too sure that the government officials were tapping into the mind speak just as they were talking. He had heard about earlier instances were some hunters were pulling off stunts that seemed almost inhuman. Just the sort of things that Sven pulled off.
A cloud of smoke was blown from Sven's mouth as it quickly scurried off and got carried away by the light wind some place. He inspected what he could of the people that were talking, trying to grasp as much of them as he could. They sounded either snarky, too friendly or a little too gung ho for his liking. He didn't like a lot of people all that much anyway.
"Don't jump the gun, kid. Let's wait a moment.." Sven had said while looking back at Aksel with a serious look upon his face. Sven had known that Aksel could hear it too, so he stood there in silence without moving, hearing the last of what everyone had to say. It wasn't very much like him to give away info, or meet with someone he didn't know on a regular basis. He already had a companion, why would he need anyone else?
*A safe place? Ha. Skip the introductions. I'm usually on the move, not sure where I am...*
It wasn't a great idea to meet with them, but it sure wasn't a horrible one either. He might have to hear more of their story and gain some trust before anything like that happens. Sven was usually skeptical, and that's one of the skills he's thankful to have. Sven turned his body over to face Aksel for a second with a short pause before speaking.
"What do you think, Aksel?"
A cloud of smoke was blown from Sven's mouth as it quickly scurried off and got carried away by the light wind some place. He inspected what he could of the people that were talking, trying to grasp as much of them as he could. They sounded either snarky, too friendly or a little too gung ho for his liking. He didn't like a lot of people all that much anyway.
"Don't jump the gun, kid. Let's wait a moment.." Sven had said while looking back at Aksel with a serious look upon his face. Sven had known that Aksel could hear it too, so he stood there in silence without moving, hearing the last of what everyone had to say. It wasn't very much like him to give away info, or meet with someone he didn't know on a regular basis. He already had a companion, why would he need anyone else?
*A safe place? Ha. Skip the introductions. I'm usually on the move, not sure where I am...*
It wasn't a great idea to meet with them, but it sure wasn't a horrible one either. He might have to hear more of their story and gain some trust before anything like that happens. Sven was usually skeptical, and that's one of the skills he's thankful to have. Sven turned his body over to face Aksel for a second with a short pause before speaking.
"What do you think, Aksel?"
Still alive and interested in the RP.
Age: 22
Country of Origin: Finland
Power(s):
- Limb Extension: Sven has the ability to stretch his limbs independently from his own body like an elastic rubber band. The lengths they can be extended allows Sven to grab objects at a distance, travel from place to place, or strike enemies from a far away standing point.
- Enhanced Swordsmanship: Sven posses the great skill and proficiency of all bladed weapons. He is very confident in his ability and can block other things like bullet fire, and slice endless inches of wood or concrete in half with a single blow.
Greek Name: Phi
Side: Sven is currently enjoying the thrill from the chase of the government that seeks to experiment on him.
Personality: Sven is a cold and dark figure. He could care less about the well being of everyone else, or what they think about him. He doesn't donate or help out any other cause unless he feels he needs to, or there's something in it for him. The governments been pissing him off for a long time, but what they've done now has pushed him over the edge. He'll pull off anything head on without a single worry in his mind, and still come out looking good because he disregarded death to do what he wants. He could care less if he lives or dies. Al though calm most of the time, he can't stand people who stand in his way. His emotions are a lot more faded than others, and don't show very often at all.
History: Just how he expected it. The world was bound to come to an end at some point with all the other disasters beginning to happen around Europe and North America. Governments were crashing, and the crime rate was rising in the small town that Sven grew up in. He knew something would happen at one point, the humans would never out live dinosaurs. It seemed like a good life he had anyway. An average college life he had while he was younger trying to finish up his education and juggle friends with the sleep he was getting. But then it all happened. He had heard about a meteor hitting France, but he was skeptical about it. Turned out to be true. France was obliterated, and it drove the government over the edge. The population of surrounding countries were dropping lower and lower each day, and it seemed to have an effect on the mood of the people on earth. Something seemed off, but he couldn't just put his finger on it. The air...the atmosphere around him seemed a lot different than before. Some sort of toxins? He wouldn't doubt it. But it didn't matter anymore, he could care less. Sven's family had already passed away some time ago, which was a good thing that they didn't have to live through this. Finland being on the North-Eastern piece of Europe, basically diagonal and countless miles away from France had a bit of a blessing. What mutated his genetics wasn't enough to kill him, but gave him the ability to harness two more powers that would change the rest of his life. But he did not know this yet.
During these young years of his, Sven learned a few forms of martial arts, and sword techniques from classes that he went to on weekends. He still did of course. After the devastation of France, he noticed something. The first being the drop of students in his classes, but the next being that he felt a hell of a lot more powerful. While walking home from another class, debating on how to dramatically change his life, a few muggers came around to try and rob him. The criminal charged at Sven, and he immediately reacted with a bob of the head to the left side, thus dodging the almost immanent strike, and then moved back up to deliver a punch to the gut. A single blow into the criminals stomach, and Sven was shocked. His arm reached a great distance, knocking the guy about a mile back into some nearby park. It answered a few questions, but still left Sven a little startled. He thought he'd try it again on the other guy, so he send his leg out like a long strand of elastic, and kicked him in the side, sending him into the brick building beside him. The wall was imploded, and broke a lot of his bones, shattering the muscle and he was stuck for the time being. Sven didn't bother to tell anyone after that, he just kept it to himself and thought of it as a blessing.
Eventually his home town was a wreck, and all Sven wanted to do was get away. He packed all of his belongings and moved to Norway at the other side of Scandinavia. A few other friends, Sven had good contact with. Time went on and chaos spread pretty much worldwide until formations of the government and certain huntsman groups started tracking down the genetically mutated individuals for experiments and testing. Didn't make a difference to him. He'd rather die than take defeat and be captured by someone else. In Norway he met a kid by the name of Aksel. He was a lot younger than him by about 7 years or so. He seemed to be in the same situation as him, and tolerable. They started tagging along with each other, and eventually found some sort of partnership. It's now were Sven is constantly on the move and going in hiding. The manhunt gives him a high better than any other drug could ever do.
Other:
- Sven carries a single Katana on his back, and a .38 Revolver in his pocket.
- Sven can speak fluent English, Russian and Finnish.
- He's always seen wearing a Black Poncho over whatever he has underneath.
"Keep up." Sven said while he glanced back over his shoulder down at Aksel. He kept a brisk pace ahead of the teenager behind him whom he usually addressed as "kid". There was a decently quiet crunch of the earth beneath Sven's feet in certain areas of this somewhat chilly weather which he was used to. His poncho kept him warm, and he has felt a lot worse than this considering he had lived in Finland all his life. A long drag of the skinny and smoothly rolled cigar was taken from the corner of Sven's mouth, filling his lungs up with smoke, just so he could blow it out from his mouth again where it would rise into the air and drift off someplace else. Pretty quiet around these areas. Not much was ever said, and Sven sort of liked the idea. He was never much of a huge talker, certainly not unless the conversation was captivating in his case. A look was taken side to side every once and a while, his eyes peeled, Sven was scanning down his new surroundings until he hit a small dirt path. Hmm.. it didn't look like it could cause much harm. He shifted his head to the right side, looking down range at what appeared to be a town, but sort of looked like the blob of civilization from this distance.
Might aswell check it out...
He stopped mid-step. A voice was heard, but it wasn't exactly being called out. Sort of like a message accessing his brain, he heard a girl calling out. She must be trying to contact other people. Sven put up his fist from the right side and held it up for Aksel to see. It was a signal for him to halt, he wasn't sure if he heard it too or not.
"Slow down, kid." He said addressing Aksel while turning his head and eyes to the left and right, trying to see if someone was nearby. No luck. Sven had heard of certain individuals using a telepathy mind messaging sort of thing, but he's never actually heard it before or used it. How was this supposed to work anyway? He didn't bother to tell Aksel what he was doing, just closed his eyes and started thinking. All thoughts were cleared, and he tried to grasp the communication he had heard earlier, and reach out to send his own.
*Hello?* Sven would usually never just come out with a greeting like this; however, he wasn't giving up his position so it didn't matter.
"You hear that, kid?" He finally said after a short pause and a short drag of his cigar as he looking back at Aksel with a skeptical expression on his face.
Might aswell check it out...
He stopped mid-step. A voice was heard, but it wasn't exactly being called out. Sort of like a message accessing his brain, he heard a girl calling out. She must be trying to contact other people. Sven put up his fist from the right side and held it up for Aksel to see. It was a signal for him to halt, he wasn't sure if he heard it too or not.
"Slow down, kid." He said addressing Aksel while turning his head and eyes to the left and right, trying to see if someone was nearby. No luck. Sven had heard of certain individuals using a telepathy mind messaging sort of thing, but he's never actually heard it before or used it. How was this supposed to work anyway? He didn't bother to tell Aksel what he was doing, just closed his eyes and started thinking. All thoughts were cleared, and he tried to grasp the communication he had heard earlier, and reach out to send his own.
*Hello?* Sven would usually never just come out with a greeting like this; however, he wasn't giving up his position so it didn't matter.
"You hear that, kid?" He finally said after a short pause and a short drag of his cigar as he looking back at Aksel with a skeptical expression on his face.
I didn't see what was wrong with combining an interest check with an OOC. I'm pretty sure you can make an eye-catcher and gather some people with an OOC too because there isn't a huge difference between the two.
Also, bump.
Also, bump.
Age: 22
Country of Origin: Finland
Power(s):
- Limb Extension: Sven has the ability to stretch his limbs independently from his own body like an elastic rubber band. The lengths they can be extended allows Sven to grab objects at a distance, travel from place to place, or strike enemies from a far away standing point.
- Enhanced Swordsmanship: Sven posses the great skill and proficiency of all bladed weapons. He is very confident in his ability and can block other things like bullet fire, and slice endless inches of wood or concrete in half with a single blow.
Greek Name: Phi
Side: Sven is currently enjoying the thrill from the chase of the government that seeks to experiment on him.
Personality: Sven is a cold and dark figure. He could care less about the well being of everyone else, or what they think about him. He doesn't donate or help out any other cause unless he feels he needs to, or there's something in it for him. The governments been pissing him off for a long time, but what they've done now has pushed him over the edge. He'll pull off anything head on without a single worry in his mind, and still come out looking good because he disregarded death to do what he wants. He could care less if he lives or dies. Al though calm most of the time, he can't stand people who stand in his way. His emotions are a lot more faded than others, and don't show very often at all.
History: Just how he expected it. The world was bound to come to an end at some point with all the other disasters beginning to happen around Europe and North America. Governments were crashing, and the crime rate was rising in the small town that Sven grew up in. He knew something would happen at one point, the humans would never out live dinosaurs. It seemed like a good life he had anyway. An average college life he had while he was younger trying to finish up his education and juggle friends with the sleep he was getting. But then it all happened. He had heard about a meteor hitting France, but he was skeptical about it. Turned out to be true. France was obliterated, and it drove the government over the edge. The population of surrounding countries were dropping lower and lower each day, and it seemed to have an effect on the mood of the people on earth. Something seemed off, but he couldn't just put his finger on it. The air...the atmosphere around him seemed a lot different than before. Some sort of toxins? He wouldn't doubt it. But it didn't matter anymore, he could care less. Sven's family had already passed away some time ago, which was a good thing that they didn't have to live through this. Finland being on the North-Eastern piece of Europe, basically diagonal and countless miles away from France had a bit of a blessing. What mutated his genetics wasn't enough to kill him, but gave him the ability to harness two more powers that would change the rest of his life. But he did not know this yet.
During these young years of his, Sven learned a few forms of martial arts, and sword techniques from classes that he went to on weekends. He still did of course. After the devastation of France, he noticed something. The first being the drop of students in his classes, but the next being that he felt a hell of a lot more powerful. While walking home from another class, debating on how to dramatically change his life, a few muggers came around to try and rob him. The criminal charged at Sven, and he immediately reacted with a bob of the head to the left side, thus dodging the almost immanent strike, and then moved back up to deliver a punch to the gut. A single blow into the criminals stomach, and Sven was shocked. His arm reached a great distance, knocking the guy about a mile back into some nearby park. It answered a few questions, but still left Sven a little startled. He thought he'd try it again on the other guy, so he send his leg out like a long strand of elastic, and kicked him in the side, sending him into the brick building beside him. The wall was imploded, and broke a lot of his bones, shattering the muscle and he was stuck for the time being. Sven didn't bother to tell anyone after that, he just kept it to himself and thought of it as a blessing.
Eventually his home town was a wreck, and all Sven wanted to do was get away. He packed all of his belongings and moved to Norway at the other side of Scandinavia. A few other friends, Sven had good contact with. Time went on and chaos spread pretty much worldwide until formations of the government and certain huntsman groups started tracking down the genetically mutated individuals for experiments and testing. Didn't make a difference to him. He'd rather die than take defeat and be captured by someone else. In Norway he met a kid by the name of Aksel. He was a lot younger than him by about 7 years or so. He seemed to be in the same situation as him, and tolerable. They started tagging along with each other, and eventually found some sort of partnership. It's now were Sven is constantly on the move and going in hiding. The manhunt gives him a high better than any other drug could ever do.
Other:
- Sven carries a single Katana on his back, and a .38 Revolver in his pocket.
- Sven can speak fluent English, Russian and Finnish.
- He's always seen wearing a Black Poncho over whatever he has underneath.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
An interested peak over here.
I personally like the second RP idea better.
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