Sini

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Posted up.

@HeySeuss

Good read.

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People.

I've got a bunch of chars.

Who needs interaction for collabs?

Make some posts dammit.

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Like a Morningwood.

@Ruby

Bring it, baby :*.

Lame Willie ain't no joke.

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP) [Now doing Pop. Rolls]

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Here ye go:

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up

Wretched: Riddled with tumours and malformations, these poor sods are kept at an arm's length by everyone else. Ugly and deformed, think Hills have eyes. Very high infant mortality, and fewer still make it to adulthood. Always in need of breeders.

Cultural Meta-Group

Settlers: The only “normal” people left. Generally just trying to make it through their daily lives without too many violent intrusions. Have built the most since the apocalypse, and generally behave the most like people from the old world. Don’t mistake civilization for civility or peacefulness though. Many are just as cold and merciless as raiders, as they have to be to survive these days.

Leadership

Dictatorship: Whether they go by mayor, king, chief, tyrant, boss or any other blandishment of power, these men are the movers and shakers in the wastes. Strong willed and often ruthless, singular individuals often take charge of small groups, as has been the case in every historical era. They may have a close knit inner circle, but they always rule with absolute power when it comes down to it.

Cultural Quirks

Death Cult: Unsurprisingly among the blighted folk of the wastes, some have taken to worshipping death, or the idea of a “Good death”. Perhaps it’s a mythical afterlife, a desire to see the world well and truly die, or simply a nihilistic belief that death is an inevitable constant in life, for whatever reason this group worships death itself.

Distinctive Icon: A motif or symbol runs throughout the groups structures, clothes, and vehicles. Maybe it’s a specific animal or object, or maybe it’s something less specific like bullets or flames.

Distinctive Appearance

Swaddled: Wrapped up in distinctive trappings, these people’s skin is rarely actually seen. Maybe enviroment suits they never take off their bodies, maybe cloth wraps all over themselves to protect from dust and grit like a desert nomad. In any case, they might be seen as exceptionally mysterious due to it.

Body of Knowledge: The group preserves information on the bodies of it’s members. Technical diagrams scarified onto their chests, covered in tattooed text, etc.

Unique/Exclusive Resource

Power: Not the metaphorical kind, the actual electric kind. Most people want it, but not everyone has it. Most of it gets made with gasoline generators but some have wind and even solar farms in working order.

Equipment Quality

Ramshackle: Armor is cobbled together, guns are hand tooled, and houses/clothes are generally not in the best state. Pretty standard for most people, unfortunately.

Motor pool make up

Bikes: The groups rides are almost entirely bikes. Anything from choppers, to dirt bikes, or even nitro-boosted sportbikes.

Special Vehicle Shit

Turbo-Charged: Engines are supercharged and often fitted with nitrous. The group's cars will be capable of incredible bursts of speed, at the cost of some special maintenance and materials.

Spikey: Cars are covered in spikes. Pretty simple really. Good for keeping people off your hood and exploding ordnance before it hits the main body of the car. Actual functional version of the same thing in the appearance section.

Flagship

War Rig: Huge, heavily armoured, able to carry a ton of cargo, and manned/gunned like a fortress. War Rigs command the roads, and anyone who’s anyone has one. Generally made of a truck or two stapled together, but other bodies are possible. A combine for example.

Honestly reminds me of the Collegia with the body of knowledge and almost being mutants
Not sure how you're going to get spiky bikes tho.

@ClocktowerEchos

Requesting rerolls for the special shit. Also, could it be you forgot one distinctive appearance roll? I only seem to have two whereas I've seen sheets with three.

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Felix Lannister

Age: 31 years of age
House/Affiliation: Himself

Biography:

Felix’ career had been a struggle against the circumstances of his upbringing. Despite his noble birth, his parents had died young, leaving him virtually penniless. His father being a rather unpopular member of the Lannisport branch, a distant cousin such as Felix was of little interest to the mighty occupants of the Rock. Having exhausted his conventional contacts soon, Felix was left to fend for himself. Being a poor Lannister was an irony Felix was unable to appreciate. Throughout his youth, therefore, his means had been humiliatingly disproportionate to his pretentions.

Gradually, Felix had sunk into a world of seedy lodgings and even seedier companions – comedians, artists, prostitutes and drag queens – most of which he could not decide whether to hate or hold dear. This was a scandal to his peers, and so Felix was set adrift, leaving for the cosmopolitan and vibrantly gaudy Free Cities. He relished the demi-monde even as he wished to escape from it. Still he has a taste for slumming.

Looking for a fortune, Felix enlisted with several free companies to little avail. For a while he travelled and served with the Bright Banners on the staff of their captain-general. Though he could – and did – fight, Felix decided he had not as much glee as when enjoying the spoils of war, rolling the dice or drinking wine. The life of a mercenary had sounded more appealing than it actually had been.

Hard-drinking and wisecracking, he combined the aptitudes of a barfly with the natural talents of a gigolo, being as physically striking as he was charming with piercing green eyes and hair so golden that it was almost shining red. Ultimately, indeed, it had been sex appeal that had redeemed him from the ranks of the déclassé, as one of Pentos’ wealthiest magisters had grown so obsessed with him that in her will she had left him everything she owned. Only at thirty, an age when most nobles had spent years climbing the slippery pole of advancement, had Felix at last found himself with the funds to support his lifestyle.

Sufficiently financially solvable, Felix invested in the trade routes of the Narrow Sea, securing for himself a more reliable – albeit dubious – source of income. Having the capital to create an insurance company hardly made him a good person. Baleful cynic that he was, Felix did not let his past experiences keep him from exacting terrible vengeance in demanding payments. He had strongarmed his way past the competition, and made a name for himself of a great moneylender. After all, what sort of a Lannister would he be if he would not be paid his debts?

What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP) [Now doing Pop. Rolls]

Asking for rolls, though put me down as a potential player for now. I'll know more by the end of the week.

Thanks.

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@Ruby Hello! Is there still room in this RP for another player?

@bloonewb

There usually is, even when things are in swing.

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Lyonel Baratheon was the same way; so like the Laughin Storm too.

@HeySeuss

The seed is strong and all that.

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So it's Robert baratheon?

@LordZell

Without the fat gut and much younger.

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@HeySeuss and @Ruby

A Lannister

Name: Felix Lannister
Age: 31
House/Affiliation: Himself

Appearance:


Biography:
Felix’ career had been a struggle against the circumstances of his upbringing. Despite his noble birth, his parents had died young, leaving him virtually penniless. His father being a rather unpopular member of the Lannisport branch, a distant cousin such as Felix was of little interest to the mighty occupants of the Rock. Having exhausted his conventional contacts soon, Felix was left to fend for himself. Being a poor Lannister was an irony Felix was unable to appreciate. Throughout his youth, therefore, his means had been humiliatingly disproportionate to his pretentions.

Gradually, Felix had sunk into a world of seedy lodgings and even seedier companions – comedians, artists, prostitutes and drag queens – most of which he could not decide whether to hate or hold dear. This was a scandal to his peers, and so Felix was set adrift, leaving for the cosmopolitan and vibrantly gaudy Free Cities. He relished the demi-monde even as he wished to escape from it. Still he has a taste for slumming.

Looking for a fortune, Felix enlisted with several free companies to little avail. For a while he travelled and served with the Bright Banners on the staff of their captain-general. Though he could – and did – fight, Felix decided he had not as much glee as when enjoying the spoils of war, rolling the dice or drinking wine. The life of a mercenary had sounded more appealing than it actually had been.

Hard-drinking and wisecracking, he combined the aptitudes of a barfly with the natural talents of a gigolo, being as physically striking as he was charming with piercing green eyes and hair so golden that it was almost shining red. Ultimately, indeed, it had been sex appeal that had redeemed him from the ranks of the déclassé, as one of Pentos’ wealthiest magisters had grown so obsessed with him that in her will she had left him everything she owned. Only at thirty, an age when most nobles had spent years climbing the slippery pole of advancement, had Felix at last found himself with the funds to support his lifestyle.

Sufficiently financially solvable, Felix invested in the trade routes of the Narrow Sea, securing for himself a more reliable – albeit dubious – source of income. Having the capital to create an insurance company hardly made him a good person. Baleful cynic that he was, Felix did not let his past experiences keep him from exacting terrible vengeance in demanding payments. He had strongarmed his way past the competition, and made a name for himself of a great moneylender. After all, what sort of a Lannister would he be if he would not be paid his debts?