Stekkmen

Hitchhiking Through Space

Buck glanced over at the kid, Adam. Aaron. Altos. @bluetommy2

His deep-set eyes were overshadowed by the overhead lighting as he looked at the kid who seemed to be way out of his league.

"No. He's a charity worker." He said, voice completely dry and without obvious sarcastic intention. He smirked and the lady he first saw, Victoria, started praising their captor for some reason. He shook his head, and turned away from the group, staring intently at a wall, running his two-headed silver coin between his fingers. Still, she was right. Scenay comes across a bunch of people with no memory or ID and he uses them as some kind of hit squad. Damn. Asshole.

Once they got out of this, he'd dedicate a small portion of his time here in the galaxy to get some good old fashioned revenge on this guy. Hell, maybe this Diego fella might be able to help them out; if he didn't shoot us first.

This CIM band would be a pain. Maybe he could fake his death and get out of Scenay's pocket and vanish back into the cosmos. There was nothing stopping this guy from shipping them all away once they completed their job. They had nothing. Buck needed some figurative cards to play on this guy, but he had jack shit.

A second or two after saying his first comment, he once again turned to the group.

"I agree with this fella." He said, thumbing at Soren. "Can't kill-a man with no weapons, now can we?"

Darkness and Dust, Revelry and Rust(Post-Apocalyptic, Dramatic, Intense, Rp.)

I'm interested in joining as well

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I'm pretty interested to see where this goes.

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@LeonVon

Buck paused for a moment, and made funny faces as more people joined him.

A man with a better suit than him entered the room, called himself Deloran. A fella named Soren. Girl called herself Victoria. And a little boy called Ahras.

"You can all call me-" Buck was about to say, when another loud buzzer made him startle. A military Major, Orin Scenay, strode into the room and gave them all big a spiel.

It was all a bunch of shit.

Sent on some ridiculous mission so Mr. Goody Two Shoes over there can keep his good rep, and we get all the problems shunted right off to us. If we succeed, good for him. If we fail, we're probably dead and he doesn't lose a thing. As soon as he gets the chance, this Scenay guy is getting a permanent bath in the nearest river.

At least, that's what Buck got from Scenay's "quick problem."

"Mhm. Okay. Sure, Mister Scenay. What do you want us tuh-do that's so secret you can't just send your dogs here," He said, gesturing to the armed men, "Tuh-do it for ya? Can't afford to getcha' hands dirty?"

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@MarsAdept

"Chris Buckland, 'at 'cher service, madam." Chris confidently said, flipping his new found lucky coin in the air and catching it. He glanced over the unnerved woman standing in front of him. She looked younger than him, by quite a bit.

"My friends call me Buck." He adjusted his cuff links, only to find that one of them was missing. A loose thread hung from the end of his sleeve. His tight mouth turned into frown. Picking at the loose thread, Chris continued.

"...Though I ain't sure who my friends are. Or was. But, they called me Buck, I guess. So that means you can call me Mr. Buckland." He sniffed, and adjusted his awkwardly pronounced jaw, and it make a small cracking sound.

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Chris rubbed his bald head and squinted his eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the light. He slowly sat up on the metal cot, grunting as he went. Damn. His muscles were sore, his head hurt, his jaw had a kink in it. What happened last night? His face went blank for small moment. The cogs in his mind were going into overtime.

...

Yep.

That's amnesia alright.

Shit.

This is not good. He felt like he'd been a quite a few rough spots in his time, and though he could not remember anything in particular, he had a feeling his gut that this was the stickiest of the rough spots. He assured himself that metaphor made sense and glanced around the room. Clothes in the corner, probably his.

They were grey, just like this ugly jumpsuit he was wearing. A three piece suit, complete with stylish black tie. Nice. It had a few small holes, but they were hard to see. He slipped out of his jumpsuit and tossed it aside on to the floor. Feeling in his new- or, old- clothes' pockets, he felt something circular and metallic. Between his middle and index finger, when he pulled his hand out, was a double-side silver coin. Both sides of the coin were the same-- heads.

A phrase entered his mind.

"Heads, I win. Tails, you lose."

With nothing to do but wait, he shook the phenomenon away and sat casually down on his cot, crossing his right leg over his left.

After a brief way, a sharp buzzer burst from an unseen megaphone, causing Chris to jump. A door slid open. Ominous. But, hey, at least it was progress!

He took a long step outside his "cell", and it was only a moment before he had company.

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Name: Chris Buckwood

Gender: M

Age: 34

Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.

His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.

Skills/Abilities:
Professional scam artist and scumbag.
Good with a gun, great with a knife, even better if you have sand in your eyes.
Best liar this side of the Mississippi. That's a long ways away.
Very...slippery. Not literally slippery. Figuratively. Perhaps literally, if the situation calls for it.
Liar's Dice. He's great at Liar's Dice.
Always has something up his sleeves.
Can make you feel bad.

You might be noticing some of these things are redundant, or similar to each other. That's because he's also good at making things sound better than they really are.

Personality:
Deceitful, greedy, arrogant, and armed with a sardonic sense of the common variety, Chris Buckwood is, unfortunately for the rest of our titular heroes, not someone you'd want to go on a galaxy-side roadtrip with. He's quick to get out of trouble as he is to get in it, and his "steal first face consequences later" attitude often gets him plenty of short stays in a plethora of backwater jails. He's smarter than everybody else and has it in his head that people are pretty stupid, and his experiences so far haven't convinced him otherwise.

If he can pull of a scam and get away with your cash, he'll do it. It's great at turning nothing into something that's worth nothing. His past escapades, though he can not remember any in particular, involve selling sea water as medicine from the Core Worlds to backwater doctors, or dice made out of exotic creature teeth, (i.e, some rocks.)

Despite his memory wipe, his scheming ways have not left him.

Sorcery! based roleplay. Grand adventure, focused goal.

There's a CYOA game called Sorcery, and I love it.

You hail from Analand, trained by the best soldiers to be a champion for your country. The Crown of Kings, a powerful artifact, has been stolen by an evil Archmage, and taken back across a big wall nobody in Analand has crossed in like 40 years.

No one knows what going on outside the wall, but if the kingdom sent a big army they would be detected and accosted by the Archmage's full might along the whole way. The Archmage must be unaware of their mission until they are at the place itself.

So, like four adventurers cross the wall and go on an epic journey to get the Crown of Kings. The plot thickens, things are not as they seem, layers upon layers wheels upon wheels, yadda yadda.

I'll be the GM, and whoevers interested will teamwork it up with unique characters and be heroes.

Anyone interested?

Grand Theft Auto: The Syndicate

@Silent Observer
i'll keep that in mind, thanks

i think this RP is a bit too high up on the RP ladder for me, right now.

good luck breaking out of prison

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Chris "Buck" Buckwood

Name: Chris Buckwood

Gender: M

Age: 34

Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.

His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.

Skills/Abilities:
Professional scam artist and scumbag.
Good with a gun, great with a knife, even better if you have sand in your eyes.
Best liar this side of the Mississippi. That's a long ways away.
Very...slippery. Not literally slippery. Figuratively. Perhaps literally, if the situation calls for it.
Liar's Dice. He's great at Liar's Dice.
Always has something up his sleeves.
Can make you feel bad.

You might be noticing some of these things are redundant, or similar to each other. That's because he's also good at making things sound better than they really are.

Personality:
Deceitful, greedy, arrogant, and armed with a sardonic sense of the common variety, Chris Buckwood is, unfortunately for the rest of our titular heroes, not someone you'd want to go on a galaxy-side roadtrip with. He's quick to get out of trouble as he is to get in it, and his "steal first face consequences later" attitude often gets him plenty of short stays in a plethora of backwater jails. He's smarter than everybody else and has it in his head that people are pretty stupid, and his experiences so far haven't convinced him otherwise.

If he can pull of a scam and get away with your cash, he'll do it. It's great at turning nothing into something that's worth nothing. His past escapades, though he can not remember any in particular, involve selling sea water as medicine from the Core Worlds to backwater doctors, or dice made out of exotic creature teeth, (i.e, some rocks.)

Despite his memory wipe, his scheming ways have not left him.