Stekkmen

Tales of Calradia (Mount and Blade, Medieval RP)

@Kurai Assassin
Well, I don't know what your character looks like until you shoot 'em at me. Just send it in and I'll see.

Tales of Calradia (Mount and Blade, Medieval RP)

can't really do much here

Controlled Chaos

i have a really simple character in mind.
he's just a "bad guy" from a video game so he really only has one objective in life. is that ok? or do we need more complex characters?

Stranded - Open Ocean

Benson O'Hara
7:46 AM, The Big Island

It'd been a while, Benson could tell that. He called, and he called again, and yet he had not received a reply. His voice had grown hoarse, the morning sun had creeped higher into the sky and was staring down on him condescendingly. Whatever was keeping him going had faded, and a pain in his right leg had made itself obvious since he started down the beach. He took another breath, clenched his diaphragm, and shouted: "Hey!"

There was a brief silence. Somehow, Benson felt, that if no one replied, it'd be the end of him. He hoped with all of his hope.

"I'm over here!" @Fubsy

He whirled around and saw a woman sprinting towards him.

"Son of a bitch!" He jogged towards the other survivor and stopped in front of her. He tried to think of something to say. Honestly, nothing really seemed appropriate. He was so relieved that whatever happened next, there was at least one other human being here with him.

What he ended up doing was shrugging his arms out wide, and letting his hands slap back down against his thighs. A gesture of indecision and gratitude.

Stranded - Open Ocean

Chicago 1976

"People say when you're in a bad situation, time slows down. Well, they're wrong; it speeds up. You've only got a split second to make a decision that can make the difference between life and death. And I, as your instructor, and going to give you the best possible tools to make the best possible decision in that split second you're lucky enough to have. It's up to you to use them."

Benson O'Hara
9:38 PM, The Big Island

He'd always loved the beach.
So when he woke up with his back on the sand, the cool ocean nipping at his toes, his fingers entrenched in cool, soft, tan earth, his first thought was that he was at his vacation spot. The second thought was that he should call his wife and apologize.
The third thought snapped his eyes open and his body upwards. As he sat in the sand, he looked, dumbfounded, at his surroundings. The beach stretched, and curved out of his few. What looked like a dense jungle ominously stood behind him. And the dark blue ocean, everlasting and uncaring, stared into the black sky that burst with eternal color. The entire galaxy shone down upon him, the Moon looking insignificant and stranded among the sea of stars.

It turns out Benson and the Moon had a lot in common.

And so he stood, wobbly to his feet. He turned and made a few paces up the shoreline. He reached a tree that was farther away from the dense jungle and leaned up against it. He slid down the tree and was once again sitting down. Another drowsiness overcame him, and his inner monologue grew sluggish and muddy. He thought about how lucky he was to have little injury, he thought about his hope for other survivors, he thought about his family, he thought about the beach.

6:24 AM, The Big Island

"Up and at 'em, cadets!"

Decades of muscle memory and training resurfaced through his murk of unconsciousness and startled him awake in place of an alarm clock. He reached for a nonexistent firearm on a nonexistent side table and flashed to his feet. His heart was racing, as he backed slowly away from the dense jungle.

"Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch!" His voice bounced off the wall of trees and into the nothingness of the morning sky. His heart sunk deep into his chest like a ship into a lagoon.

He rubbed his hand on his forehead and took a deep breath. His mind began to work overtime, constructing his next move in his head. First things first, he needed fresh water. If there wasn't a source of fresh water on this island, he'd better start working on a way to most painlessly meet his maker. He rolled up his sleeves and started into the wood. Slowly stepping over exposed roots and dirt-covered rocks, he listened carefully for the sound of a spring or pond.

After getting his foot stuck on some creeping vines, getting turned around, resting for a brief moment, then getting lost again, he finally heard it. The burble of freshwater spring. His heart lifting, he made his way once more through the thicket, and found it. The clear water spouted from a small mound, it ran briefly down it and into a small pond. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was. He excitedly kneeled down by the pond and scooped up some water with his hands. He took a glance at the pond, to see if it was safe. Well, if it wasn't safe, he was dead anyway. He drank the cool liquid, felt it slide smoothly down his throat. Despite everything, that was the best water he had ever tasted in his entire life. It was a naturally forming spring, untouched by man for it's entire existence.

He'd never discovered something before, so he quietly nicknamed the spring O'Hara Springs, after himself. Why not? Was there anyone else to stop him? Other people. He needed to look for survivors. He tried his best to mark the place in his head, and used the small clearing where the spring was as a landmark as he navigated out of the forest. It was much easier getting out, but it still took him quite a while.

When he stumbled onto the beach once again, the sun was higher and the beach was brighter. He turned his head to his left, and then to his right. The beach went on and on, and once again curved away from his view. There was nobody in sight. He had a much better chance of finding someone where he first was, last night. He cursed himself for not looking for survivors straight away. To make up for this, he began trotting down the beach, calling out for any other people on the island. It would take him a while, if he was lucky. If he was unlucky, he'd never find anyone at all.

Stranded - Open Ocean

@SomewhatAverage
Yeah, good luck!
try not to fall, or get eaten by bears, or forget your map, or leave your sink on!

edit: @AbysmalDemon
wow
really unlucky dog

Stranded - Open Ocean

Benson O'Hara

Age: 59
Height: 5'11
Weight: 230 lbs

Previous Occupation: Police Officer

Likes:
Feeling intelligent
Justice
Rules/Order
The beach
History
Accomplishments

Dislikes:
Being outsmarted
Lawbreakers
Young people who think they know everything
Rash decisions
Airplanes
Ants

Fears:
Benson fears his career will be the height of his life.
He has a fear of being betrayed by people close to him. If he is, it will crush him.
He also fears growing old and being forgotten by his loved ones before he is dead.
He's also afraid of a lawless society.

Personality:
Benson, in a calm, contained environment, is a quiet, self-confident, respectful older gentlemen. That's how he prefers to live, anyway. But in a stressful situation, he holds a much more colorful personality. He can be relentless in accomplishing an objective, and all misdoings will almost always be taken personally. It's a quirk of his that the line "it's nothing personal" really gets underneath his skin. Honor was and is a huge part of his life, those who act deceitfully to himself or even others should be punished. If by no one else, then by him.

When he moves to accomplish a goal he will snap at anyone who tries to get in his way, whether they be doing it on purpose or not. He has tunnel vision in that regard, once he sets his mind to something he cannot concentrate on anything else until it is resolved. This is why he chose to live a quiet, calm, objective-less life after his police career.

History:
His grandfather was a law enforcer, his father was a law enforcer, and he was a law enforcer. Rules, order, and consistency in morals has run through his family for generations. His destiny was set to him from a very young age. His elementary school career was as you'd expect. He was the tattletale of every classroom, a teacher's pet if you will. Unlike other children, he was not doing it to get on the teacher's good side, rather because following and enforcing the rules is such an integral part of his moral compass. In high school, he of course began to do the opposite of what his parents told him, and began causing mischief and was even arrested a few times. It was a turbulent time in the seventies, and it was certainly reflected in his late teenage years. He had experienced the other side of the law then.

When he turned nineteen, it was as if someone had turned on a switch in his brain. His previously disappointed father was surely surprised when his rebellious son followed his younger's self dreams of becoming a police officer. The academy was certainly willing to whip into shape any young teenager they could get their hands on, but from the get-go Benson had a long forgotten respect for the law. A short time later and he was a police officer, patrolling and keeping the streets safe.

He married and had a children a few short years later. It seemed his daughter was the more promising candidate for joining the police force than his son was. His son was all about cars. His wife never received the dreaded phone call, and his children had a respectable father to be their hero.

It was a long and respectable career. He started as a common enforcer, and began the climb up the ranks. Then, as some officers do, he went into detective work. Solving crimes was a bit more interesting to him then just arresting the people who did them. Even so, he still got into several dangerous situations as a police detective. With a celebrated retirement party and a long history of fighting the good fight, he slipped into a quiet life with his wife.

Recently however, he and his wife had an argument. And while no marriage goes without one, this one happened to be before a vacation the two of them had arranged. His spouse decided she didn't want to go anymore, but god forbid Benson was going to let his tickets go to waste. So he boarded the plane and had plenty of time to think about how many mistakes he had just made. As soon as he landed, he was going to call home and make peace with his family.

And then, well, the plane crashed.

Stranded - Open Ocean

@SomewhatAverage
hiking the Appalachian Trail sounds like a fake excuse from a sitcom

like i have no reason not to believe you but it just made me laugh

Stranded - Open Ocean

Benson O'Hara

Age: 59
Height: 5'11
Weight: 230 lbs

Previous Occupation: Police Officer

Likes:
Feeling intelligent
Justice
Rules/Order
The beach
History
Accomplishments

Dislikes:
Being outsmarted
Lawbreakers
Young people who think they know everything
Rash decisions
Airplanes
Ants

Fears:
Benson fears his career will be the height of his life.
He has a fear of being betrayed by people close to him. If he is, it will crush him.
He also fears growing old and being forgotten by his loved ones before he is dead.
He's also afraid of a lawless society.

Personality:
Benson, in a calm, contained environment, is a quiet, self-confident, respectful older gentlemen. That's how he prefers to live, anyway. But in a stressful situation, he holds a much more colorful personality. He can be relentless in accomplishing an objective, and all misdoings will almost always be taken personally. It's a quirk of his that the line "it's nothing personal" really gets underneath his skin. Honor was and is a huge part of his life, those who act deceitfully to himself or even others should be punished. If by no one else, then by him.

When he moves to accomplish a goal he will snap at anyone who tries to get in his way, whether they be doing it on purpose or not. He has tunnel vision in that regard, once he sets his mind to something he cannot concentrate on anything else until it is resolved. This is why he chose to live a quiet, calm, objective-less life after his police career.

History:
His grandfather was a law enforcer, his father was a law enforcer, and he was a law enforcer. Rules, order, and consistency in morals has run through his family for generations. His destiny was set to him from a very young age. His elementary school career was as you'd expect. He was the tattletale of every classroom, a teacher's pet if you will. Unlike other children, he was not doing it to get on the teacher's good side, rather because following and enforcing the rules is such an integral part of his moral compass. In high school, he of course began to do the opposite of what his parents told him, and began causing mischief and was even arrested a few times. It was a turbulent time in the seventies, and it was certainly reflected in his late teenage years. He had experienced the other side of the law then.

When he turned nineteen, it was as if someone had turned on a switch in his brain. His previously disappointed father was surely surprised when his rebellious son followed his younger's self dreams of becoming a police officer. The academy was certainly willing to whip into shape any young teenager they could get their hands on, but from the get-go Benson had a long forgotten respect for the law. A short time later and he was a police officer, patrolling and keeping the streets safe.

He married and had a children a few short years later. It seemed his daughter was the more promising candidate for joining the police force than his son was. His son was all about cars. His wife never received the dreaded phone call, and his children had a respectable father to be their hero.

It was a long and respectable career. He started as a common enforcer, and began the climb up the ranks. Then, as some officers do, he went into detective work. Solving crimes was a bit more interesting to him then just arresting the people who did them. Even so, he still got into several dangerous situations as a police detective. With a celebrated retirement party and a long history of fighting the good fight, he slipped into a quiet life with his wife.

Recently however, he and his wife had an argument. And while no marriage goes without one, this one happened to be before a vacation the two of them had arranged. His spouse decided she didn't want to go anymore, but god forbid Benson was going to let his tickets go to waste. So he boarded the plane and had plenty of time to think about how many mistakes he had just made. As soon as he landed, he was going to call home and make peace with his family.

And then, well, the plane crashed.

Power Rangers Strike Force!

@ProPro
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