Stekkmen

The Young Devils [Teenage Super Villains roleplay]

Does every character know each other's names? I'd hope so, we should at least try to do that before the heist.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

@Zapdos

i have the power!
of swimming

i can-

i can swim

The Young Devils [Teenage Super Villains roleplay]

Maverick was anxious about the coming events. She'd never robbed anything anywhere near as large as the Central Bank of Europe. What was the Presence going to do with them? How? Why? All she knew was that she hated referring to it as 'The Presence.' The name gave it too much power over everyone here. A name like 'Dave' would be better. Or 'Harold'. 'Bertha.'

Shaking her head, Maverick looked around at the men and women she was going to rob a multi-million Euro bank with and listened to them talk. Of course, there was an immediate holocaust reference, and in direct contrast, some folk were talking about German legend. She scoffed and murmured something under her breath.

The Young Devils [Teenage Super Villains roleplay]

One Day Prior to Germany

The room was quiet when Samantha entered. Her father was resting in his bed, sleeping until noon. She had taken down her hood and her cloth-wrapping was resting around her neck. She would put them in the laundry machine later.

"Hey, Dad," She said, quietly, pulling up a chair.

He turned to look. Samantha bit her lip as she made eye contact. Her Dad's eyes lit up.

"Hey, sweat pea,!"

"I'm going to be going to Europe tomorrow." She said with a false cheeriness. "It's a college field trip." It was a pre-meditated lie.

"Oh?" The man said. "Have a lot of classmates? Making friends? I know you have problems making friends, Sammy."

"...Yeah, I'm making friends. Sure,"

Her father laughed. "Do try to make friends, will you?"

There was a pause.

Her father spoke again. "Just promise me not to get into any trouble, okay?" He said with a smile.

Samantha didn't reciprocate the smile. "Yeah, Dad, I promise."

---

Maverick didn't fall asleep on the way there, for obvious reasons. As the door opened, she step foot onto German soil for the first time.

She had gotten a good look at everyone on the plane ride over. Some people were...louder than others. Her hoodie and masker were up again, concealing most of her identity from the people here. If this all went wrong, she didn't want one of these guys knowing what her face looks like.

Touching her toes and twisting her back, she lingered near the back of the group.

The Young Devils [Teenage Super Villains roleplay]

Yeah, the GM should really get this RP moving. :P

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Turk

Name: Silloko Turrkluhgon Uurgus.
...his friends call him Turk.

Age: 46

Race: Urloj, A race of reptilian humanoids.

Appearance: He stands at about six feet, with a spindly thin frame and long arms. His face structure looks like that of an amphibious dinosaur. He has large, shiny, yellow reptilian eyes and small slit nostrils and a head that extends forward. Other than that, he is a bipedal upright standing humanoid. His skin is composed of red and orange scales that aren't very slimy at all, but upon contact with water his scales stay wet for a long time. Such is life for a cold-blooded species. His hands have webbed, clawed fingers that are very dexterous, and from his mouth a long, snake-like tongue can curl forth.

Personality: Turk is an experienced Urloj, and with his experiences comes a sort of wisdom. He may not be smart or educated, but has a lot of something called common sense. He's not very literate, and he doesn't know a lot about your fancy pants magic, but he can start a fire, tie a knot and sail a ship just fine, if you ask him. He's not at all ambitious, instead choosing to enjoy the simple things in life. That being said, he's very patriotic, and has is very keen on representing his country in this new land. He's rough around the edges but isn't mean-spirited.

Abilities:

Turk, as an Urloj, is naturally and extremely talented at swimming.

Turk is a carnivore, diet consisting of raw fish and insects as his diet.

He's cold blooded, which means he does need to occasionally stop and rest in the sun.

He's a trained veteran sailor of the Urlojian Royal Navy.

Another trait of the Urloj is being able to hold their breath for a very, very long time.

Salvaged Item: A small dagger, perfect for cutting ropes and knots on a ship.

History: Turk grew up in a small fishing town outside the Capitol of Urlojgoka. He led a very rural existence, and really was a perfect patriot of his country which he had grown to love and respect. To protect his homeland from any and all threats, he joined the Royal Urlojian Navy, the finest Navy in the world. He protected the coast for a long while, and would have climbed high up the ranks had he accepted the promotions. No, Turk said he wasn't fit to lead, even though every crew respected him onboard the ships he sailed. He much preferred to raise the sails himself. When the call went out for a crew to sail to the new world, Turk was more than willing to step on board The Arrowhead.

Nation of Origin: Urlojgoka

Nation Lore: Urlojgoka is a nation comprised mostly of archipelago, to the north-east of the rest of the continent. It is one of the smallest nations, with only a few million people inhabiting the warm waters. Thousands and thousands of years ago, they were but a collection of warring tribes battling each other with long canoes, jumping into the water to do battle under the waves. They have since been united, but there is still remnants of these long lost days in the culture of modern Urlojgoka; for a popular sport revolves around two teams in canoes attempting to capsize the other.

A great admiral and warlord known as Uurgu (a name which has found derivatives of itself in many families last name, such as Turk's) united the islands and founded Urlojgoka. From there they expanded, eventually taking claim to the rest of the other islands. It was not as easy, for the native species of the island were savage evolutionary off spring from the Urloj. The Urloj became victorious over their counterparts a decade later, as a result they developed powerful naval ships to assist them in their conquests.

Since then, they have stayed mostly to their own business, defending their territory with one of the largest navies in the world. During times of war, several nations attempted to take the resource-rich islands for themselves, but all failed in the end. Only one invasion managed to get to the Capitol city, and in an event that is still sung about today, twenty thousand Urlojian militia men and guards swam to the water and overran the enemy ships by climbing up the hulls and killing the crew on board.

During times of peace, they spend most of their time exporting valuable sea-goods like pearls and exotic foods that most other nations don't have regular access too. It's quite a sight to see all of a civilian ship's crew leap overboard to look for underwater natural treasures.


Other: He has a strange, rough but bubbly accent.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

@PKMNB0Y
I redid my nation lore to be more interesting and longer.

The Young Devils [Teenage Super Villains roleplay]

@Ebil Bunny

I WONDER WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

This looks like a cool thread

Turk

Name: Silloko Turrkluhgon Uurgus.
...his friends call him Turk.

Age: 46

Race: Urloj, A race of reptilian humanoids.

Appearance: He stands at about six feet, with a spindly thin frame and long arms. His face structure looks like that of an amphibious dinosaur. He has large, shiny, yellow reptilian eyes and small slit nostrils and a head that extends forward. Other than that, he is a bipedal upright standing humanoid. His skin is composed of red and orange scales that aren't very slimy at all, but upon contact with water his scales stay wet for a long time. Such is life for a cold-blooded species. His hands have webbed, clawed fingers that are very dexterous, and from his mouth a long, snake-like tongue can curl forth.

Personality: Turk is an experienced Urloj, and with his experiences comes a sort of wisdom. He may not be smart or educated, but has a lot of something called common sense. He's not very literate, and he doesn't know a lot about your fancy pants magic, but he can start a fire, tie a knot and sail a ship just fine, if you ask him. He's not at all ambitious, instead choosing to enjoy the simple things in life. That being said, he's very patriotic, and has is very keen on representing his country in this new land. He's rough around the edges but isn't mean-spirited.

Abilities:

Turk, as an Urloj, is naturally and extremely talented at swimming.

Turk is a carnivore, diet consisting of raw fish and insects as his diet.

He's cold blooded, which means he does need to occasionally stop and rest in the sun.

He's a trained veteran sailor of the Urlojian Royal Navy.

Another trait of the Urloj is being able to hold their breath for a very, very long time.

Salvaged Item: A small dagger, perfect for cutting ropes and knots on a ship.

History: Turk grew up in a small fishing town outside the Capitol of Urlojgoka. He led a very rural existence, and really was a perfect patriot of his country which he had grown to love and respect. To protect his homeland from any and all threats, he joined the Royal Urlojian Navy, the finest Navy in the world. He protected the coast for a long while, and would have climbed high up the ranks had he accepted the promotions. No, Turk said he wasn't fit to lead, even though every crew respected him onboard the ships he sailed. He much preferred to raise the sails himself. When the call went out for a crew to sail to the new world, Turk was more than willing to step on board The Arrowhead.

Nation of Origin: Urlojgoka

Nation Lore: Urlojgoka is a nation comprised mostly of archipelago, to the north-east of the rest of the continent. It is one of the smallest nations, with only a few million people inhabiting the warm waters. Thousands and thousands of years ago, they were but a collection of warring tribes battling each other with long canoes, jumping into the water to do battle under the waves. They have since been united, but there is still remnants of these long lost days in the culture of modern Urlojgoka; for a popular sport revolves around two teams in canoes attempting to capsize the other.

A great admiral and warlord known as Uurgu (a name which has found derivatives of itself in many families last name, such as Turk's) united the islands and founded Urlojgoka. From there they expanded, eventually taking claim to the rest of the other islands. It was not as easy, for the native species of the island were savage evolutionary off spring from the Urloj. The Urloj became victorious over their counterparts a decade later, as a result they developed powerful naval ships to assist them in their conquests.

Since then, they have stayed mostly to their own business, defending their territory with one of the largest navies in the world. During times of war, several nations attempted to take the resource-rich islands for themselves, but all failed in the end. Only one invasion managed to get to the Capitol city, and in an event that is still sung about today, twenty thousand Urlojian militia men and guards swam to the water and overran the enemy ships by climbing up the hulls and killing the crew on board.

During times of peace, they spend most of their time exporting valuable sea-goods like pearls and exotic foods that most other nations don't have regular access too. It's quite a sight to see all of a civilian ship's crew leap overboard to look for underwater natural treasures.


Other: He has a strange, rough but bubbly accent.

The Young Devils [Teenage Super Villains roleplay]

“Columbae.”

Maverick watched the situation from her new seat (that was so respectfully recommended to her by their new host), and the girl who gave her bad vibes seemed to be some sort of...witch? A magic word ended the conversation between her and another patron, turning the chair into a flock of birds that now were festering about on the ceiling. Great.

Suddenly, a shudder ran up and down Maverick's spine. An after effect of being shot at. She exhaled and leaned forward, placing her elbows on her thighs and resting her cloth covered chin in her hands. The longer the night went on, the harder it was becoming to stay cool. This was representing an unfortunate trend. She hoped this Presence didn't plan to keep this group of misfits together for long.