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How to stop a war - a 5e dnd adventure

Well, sign me up. Interested.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Cheung Ji

Cheung Ji

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"I finally get six packs. Six packs of Starvation!"

[ 19 | 5'11 | Asian mix | He/Him | 163lbs ]

[Afloat]

APPEARANCE

"God I need a haircut."

Standing close to six feet and weighed around 220 lbs, you would not associating Cheung of half a month ago to the current Cheung. First off, he was a much chubbier person. He would slouch a lot, frowned a lot, sighed a lot. He would never groom his mustache, insisting on letting it untouched for as long as he shall live. Perhaps the only nice thing back then was the shortness of his hair. It makes him a bit tougher.

But, you can say that the mist changed a lot of things for a person. Cheung isn't that chubby anymore. It's kinda hard to remain chubby when you have nothing to eat for 3 days straight anyway. His mustache is now gone. His hair is uncomfortably long. And while we are on the note of noteworthy features, add the missing of pinky and ring finger of the right hand to the list. On the plus side, he has six abs now. Still, his fashion is the same as before. His wardrobe consisted of nothing more than cold colors jeans, black jackets, and grey to mossy green long-sleeves shirt. There are some shorts here and there, but the occasions where he can be seen with them are few. Even California's heat and the mist can't strip him from his favorite black jacket, mossy long sleeve shirt, and brown khaki combo.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I thought I could do everything to stay alive. Turn out, I can't.

MAIN GOAL ⫻ It was all about surviving during the first few days. But then, it turns into helping others to stay alive.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ If he can't be there when they need him, he can be the alleviation for their suffering. A can of food. A helping hands.

SECRETS ⫻ He could have save her, his roommate. But he left her to die behind the door while he hid in fear.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexuality

FEARS ⫻ He is really afraid of pain. He can't imagine how loud would he yell or how much pain he would endure before death come. So avoiding pain is the first priority.

QUIRKS ⫻ He always scratches his head when he is embarrassed.

FLAWS ⫻ [Hypocrite]: Cheung likes to judge people based on his impeccable scales. But, when things come to shove, Cheung will likely hide better than a rabbit.

BACKSTORY

"Well, I leave. Close the door and all that."

Perhaps, when standing from an outsider viewpoint, Cheung is your average Chinese ascendant child. Great at Math, ace his AP test, having his dream job as an engineer. Perhaps having one or two accomplishments during his early times, competing in a few STEM competitions,... Nothing really stands out in a sea of already standout people.

And that makes Cheung disappointed.

Cheung felt that his life was somewhat of a mistake when he was born. He was born into a family of six, and a contestant for the next "head-figure" of the family. As such, he was pampered with loves and unnecessary adorations from the adults. His grandfather played favorite games with Cheung's other cousin. His grandma loves him more than she will ever love his sisters. His father speaks with this kind of knowledge as if Cheung would overcome some great tasks in his life. And his mother always speaks of making his own decision. But this only devastated the child more when he compared himself to the more accomplished peers.

Cheung feels lost. He didn't know what to do. What to make out of it. He feels that this unfair treating should stop, but he doesn't know whether he should speak out or do something about it. And this loss of direction and self-control sparks anger inside him. He thinks that he should be scolded for his failure, that he should learn something. But no one sees that. No one helped.

He associated his loss to his family. If they have not pampered him so much, showered him with praises for everything he achieved and give him more praises even when he failed, perhaps he would not be so lost.

So, he just learned his best and yeeted himself out of New York. He went as far as he can. He took extra jobs to make sure he will never be free enough to come back. And when the mist came, when everyone tried to make a run for their home, Cheung hunkered down in his room, queued for another round and just suffered the first night in solitude.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Just in case I can't find a job."

[Electricity class]⫻ Cheung knows how to read the electricity diagram (the simple one). He has the basic concept of how electricity works and normal circuitry. He has no idea how to fix a generator, but he can be trustworthy enough to change a lightbulb.

[Police code]⫻ Not the computer, although those are kind of useless these days. As a matter of fact, Cheung knows most of the common police codes due to his community service officer's background.

EQUIPMENT & GEAR

"I have some spare shampoo that you can use."

• Shampoo, toothbrush
• Tampons (Pack of 7): Good for trading
• 1 Fire axe
• Canned food: 7 cans
• 2 days clothes
• 2 packs of Camel cigarettes
• 1 Maglite flashlight
• 1 Fire ignitor (half-filled)
• A screwdriver + wrench
• 1 rolls of toilet papers

OTHER

"I'm really sorry."

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

@Ghost Note

Cheung Ji

Cheung Ji

╚══════════════╝

"I finally get six packs. Six packs of Starvation!"

[ 19 | 5'11 | Asian mix | He/Him | 163lbs ]

[Afloat]

APPEARANCE

"God I need a haircut."

Standing close to six feet and weighed around 220 lbs, you would not associating Cheung of half a month ago to the current Cheung. First off, he was a much chubbier person. He would slouch a lot, frowned a lot, sighed a lot. He would never groom his mustache, insisting on letting it untouched for as long as he shall live. Perhaps the only nice thing back then was the shortness of his hair. It makes him a bit tougher.

But, you can say that the mist changed a lot of things for a person. Cheung isn't that chubby anymore. It's kinda hard to remain chubby when you have nothing to eat for 3 days straight anyway. His mustache is now gone. His hair is uncomfortably long. And while we are on the note of noteworthy features, add the missing of pinky and ring finger of the right hand to the list. On the plus side, he has six abs now. Still, his fashion is the same as before. His wardrobe consisted of nothing more than cold colors jeans, black jackets, and grey to mossy green long-sleeves shirt. There are some shorts here and there, but the occasions where he can be seen with them are few. Even California's heat and the mist can't strip him from his favorite black jacket, mossy long sleeve shirt, and brown khaki combo. But, these days, he had

PSYCHOLOGY

"I thought I could do everything to stay alive. Turn out, I can't.

MAIN GOAL ⫻ It was all about surviving during the first few days. But then, it turns into helping others to stay alive.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ If he can't be there when they need him, he can be the alleviation for their suffering. A can of food. A helping hands.

SECRETS ⫻ He could have save her, his roomate. But he leave to die behind the door while he hid in fear.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexuality

FEARS ⫻ He is really afraid of pain. He can't imagine how loud would he yell or how much pain he would endure before death come. So avoiding pain is the first priority.

QUIRKS ⫻ He always scratches his head when he is embarrassed.

FLAWS ⫻ [Hypocrite]: Cheung likes to judge people based on his impeccable scales. But, when things come to shove, Cheung will likely hide better than a rabbit.

BACKSTORY

"Well, I leave. Close the door and all that."

Perhaps, when standing from an outsider viewpoint, Cheung is your average Chinese ascendant child. Great at Math, ace his AP test, having his dream job as an engineer. Perhaps having one or two accomplishments during his early times, competing in a few STEM competitions,... Nothing really stands out in a sea of already standout people.

And that makes Cheung disappointed.

Cheung felt that his life was somewhat of a mistake when he was born. He was born into a family of six, and a contestant for the next "head-figure" of the family. As such, he was pampered with loves and unnecessary adorations from the adults. His grandfather played favorite games with Cheung's other cousin. His grandma loves him more than she will ever love his sisters. His father speaks with this kind of knowledge as if Cheung would overcome some great tasks in his life. And his mother always speaks of making his own decision. But this only devastated the child more when he compared himself to the more accomplished peers.

Cheung feels lost. He didn't know what to do. What to make out of it. He feels that this unfair treating should stop, but he doesn't know whether he should speak out or do something about it. And this loss of direction and self-control sparks anger inside him. He thinks that he should be scolded for his failure, that he should learn something. But no one sees that. No one helped.

He associated his loss to his family. If they have not pampered him so much, showered him with praises for everything he achieved and give him more praises even when he failed, perhaps he would not be so lost.

So, he just learned his best and yeeted himself out of New York. He went as far as he can. He took extra jobs to make sure he will never be free enough to come back. And when the mist came, when everyone tried to make a run for their home, Cheung hunkered down in his room, queued for another round and just suffered the first night in solitude.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Just in case I can't find a job."

[Electricity class]⫻ Cheung knows how to read the electricity diagram (the simple one). He has the basic concept of how electricity works and normal circuitry. He has no idea how to fix a generator, but he can be trustworthy enough to change a lightbulb.

[Police code]⫻ Not the computer, although those are kind of useless these days. As a matter of fact, Cheung knows most of the common police codes due to his community service officer's background.

EQUIPMENT & GEAR

"I have some spare shampoo that you can use."

• Shampoo, toothbrush
• Tampons (Pack of 7): Good for trading
• 1 Fire axe
• Canned food: 7 cans
• 2 days clothes
• 2 packs of Camel cigarettes
• 1 Maglite flashlight
• 1 Fire ignitor (half-filled)
• A screwdriver + wrench
• 1 rolls of toilet papers

OTHER

"I'm really sorry."

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

@Zitacamron95It's alright. Thank you and have fun with the campaign.

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

I'm interest if this is still open for application.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV

Hi, I know I'm a bit late but here is my cs. I had already spoken with Crispy Octopus about whether or not the domain may be too similar to each other. So, if there are still problems, please let me know as I will try to fix it as fast as possible.

Nikhida

Nikhida

Conceptual

Domain:

Domination

All things are born with inherent rights. Gods are born to influence and to shape the world. Mortals were created to pray and to create great works in their god's name, to marvel the wonders of nature. Even plants and animals are born with purposes, to flourish, and to die on the table as food. These are their rights and their purposes. But, as gods come to influence the sentients, thus come forth resistance. For not all sentients wished to pray. Not all plants wish to grow and not all stones wished to become a building block of a mountain. If Toshre is the manifestation of freedom, of every beings' desire to break their destined chains, then Nikhida is the opposite of him. He is born to be the whip, the slave owner, and the ruler. The one that must ensure their rights from being infringed.

For every being, a purpose. To born, to worship, and to die.

Portfolio:

Hierachy/ Structure

Those who rule the peasants are the rulers. And before the rulers are the gods

Nikhida represents this orderly structure that every single being partake. When a king ordered his people to build a monument, Nikhida approves. When father yelled at his son for doing a bad job, Nikhida nods. When a slave being whipped by his master, when the cries and pleads for mercy become coarse, Nikhida feels indifferent. Perhaps they are no wiser than their subordinates. Perhaps they are far weaker than the one lying on the ground. But, it is the role that has given them power. The title that they carry. The rights to dominate others. The thing that forces them to go back in line or face the consequences from the masses.

Every man must play his role. And so does every woman. And so is everything.

Realm:

House of Order

In the House of Order, there is no chaos. There is a king who rules for eternity. There are peoples who had been ruled since the beginning of time. There are no crimes. Thus, never a need for a hero to save them. There was never a dissent, thus no revolution was born. Everything had stayed the same since the beginning of time, and all will remain the same for the future to come.

Persona:

Nikhida is a person of traditions, a god that took to much pride in being a god. He prefers to do things in a certain way. He frowned when mortal beings discovered a faster way of travel, for they will never be able to see the beauty on the road anymore. He sighs when mortals tried to break away from their intended paths, for why should they? Are they smarter than the gods that created them? Are they that prideful?

To say so is sacrilegious. To even think so is heretical.

Thus, Nikhida always carries the idea that mortals are nothing more but corrupted beings when given free wills. For in the name of free wills, they can do so many harms and blame for so many things but themselves. They can blame the gods for their unfortunates. They can blame life for their unresourcefulness. The only thing they can't blame is themselves for their incompetence.

And as such, his only equals are the other gods. Their characters may have flaws. Their dogmas are questionable at best. But by birth, they are his equal. And it is his right to give them the respect they deserve.

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Forms:

Base Form:

Domain Form:

Avatar:

The Peasant Girl

The Peasant Girl

She had a name before.

A peasant girl. One that is too hard to pick from a crowd. Like any other girl, she lived the life of a peasant. She worked for days and she rests at night. She felt the joy of being well-fed and the pain of being hungry. She smells springs and feels the mosquitoes bite of summer. Feeling the fleeting sadness of autumn and taste the bitterness of winter. She was born on this land. She married it. She gives birth to it. And she will die in it.

It is her life.

It is her duty.

To live. To marry. To give birth. And to die on this plot of land.

And her name is A Peasant Girl. Like the Peasant Girl that had given birth to her. And the Girl before that. And the girls before that.

~ 1959: Into the Darkness ~ - Vietnam Dieselpunk [Open]

Are you guys still open to accept?

Waterworld

@Emma sorry for lack of communication. I’m almost done with mine. It should be finish by tomorrow night at the latest

Waterworld

Well, I'm interested if you have me.

Legends of Runeterra

I'm here