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You couldn't even imagine it...
5 yrs ago
Why does saying "I love you" have to have so many romantic connotations? There are so many people I love in a way seperate from anything romantic. <3
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5 yrs ago
I'm fucking back with a fucking vengeance, I just wish I had some wine
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5 yrs ago
Bourbon and tea is a good idea
5 yrs ago
He's made of bones, he's made of blood, he's made of flesh, he's made of love. He's made of you, he's made of me. UNITY!
Bio
A thing that will die after eating rat poison
But really, a guy that likes to RP. Not too keen on sharing personal info in my bio, but after I get to know you, I may open up a bit more in regards to certain things.
I have been roleplaying for most of my life, but forum RP is newer to me than tabletop. I wanted something to do to kill time without putting wayyyy too many hours into Dark Souls 3.
I love music, historical fencing and re enactment, making shit, and just being cool with people. Talk any of these things with me, and you'll be cool with me. I have very strong thoughts on sandwiches. Ask if you dare.
Here's a list of cool people from this site that are just cool people that I enjoy talking with, and a quote from each of them. In no particular order, here they are:
@Goldeagle1221
"What the shit?"
@TheGrundlesnart
"Don't quote me."
@MissCapnCrunch
"Rodent is a little shit, I want to beat him up but in the most loving way"
@Rultaos
"If you're feeling unimportant, always remember that every protagonist was an NPC before their most important story began"
@iTem
"haha yeah"
@Sirkaithethird
"I'm just running an aux through my amp, Playing Van Halen at 05:50"
And that's that. There's not much else I feel like saying. Here's a list of bands I like (to be made soon)
But really, a guy that likes to RP. Not too keen on sharing personal info in my bio, but after I get to know you, I may open up a bit more in regards to certain things.
I have been roleplaying for most of my life, but forum RP is newer to me than tabletop. I wanted something to do to kill time without putting wayyyy too many hours into Dark Souls 3.
I love music, historical fencing and re enactment, making shit, and just being cool with people. Talk any of these things with me, and you'll be cool with me. I have very strong thoughts on sandwiches. Ask if you dare.
Here's a list of cool people from this site that are just cool people that I enjoy talking with, and a quote from each of them. In no particular order, here they are:
@Goldeagle1221
"What the shit?"
@TheGrundlesnart
"Don't quote me."
@MissCapnCrunch
"Rodent is a little shit, I want to beat him up but in the most loving way"
@Rultaos
"If you're feeling unimportant, always remember that every protagonist was an NPC before their most important story began"
@iTem
"haha yeah"
@Sirkaithethird
"I'm just running an aux through my amp, Playing Van Halen at 05:50"
And that's that. There's not much else I feel like saying. Here's a list of bands I like (to be made soon)
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@Dynamo Frokane
Couldn't find anything too close to how I envisioned him, but the edit should be close enough. Right after I figure out how to upload an image.
EDIT: I figured it out. Shitty and inaccurate image uploaded
Couldn't find anything too close to how I envisioned him, but the edit should be close enough. Right after I figure out how to upload an image.
EDIT: I figured it out. Shitty and inaccurate image uploaded
Name: Pate Yves
Influence: 3
Height: Around 5'9"
Weight: 35 kg
Age: Young.
Species: Human
Appearance: Scary lanky, almost skin and bones. He wears coarse woven, baggy pants; Worn button up boots, buttoned only to the ankles, unless taking off in a ship of some kind. Then they're buttoned all the way up to prevent blood from pooling in the legs; A ragged vest made of some kind of tanned leather?; and a mask resembling a smiling face, only the smile is how you'd expect a corpse to smile, and the eyes are deep black pools, seemingly deeper than the Void itself.
Occupation: Former 'courier'. Dealing in extreme and delicate goods. That didn't pay enough, so he started doing 'street' racing to make extra. Eventually his ship was destroyed. As a consequence he was fired from his courier job and could no longer race. He was begging for a good while, until he managed to stow away multiple times in a row to get off the planet.
Interests: Ships/Planes/Vessels, Tasty data, interplanetary trade, neurology, and money.
Personality: A think on the fly kinda guy. Likes to mimic the personalities of others to see what results he gets. Dislikes those who follow without question. At core though, he is a reciprocal person. If you're kind to him, he's kind to you. If you shoot him, he will plot revenge.
Abilities/talents:
Vessels(2): Due to his extensive flight experience he has acquired many tricks. Saving fuel, using planetary gravity, necessary weight, vehicle repairs and optmisation, etc.
Software manipulation(2): He pursued programming as a hobby for a while, just because he enjoyed doing it.
Neurology and people reading(2): Again, pure interest birthed this. He is able to read other's emotions and mimic their personalities on a basic level.
Items:
Modular ship improvements(4): Using his knowledge of Vessels and Programming he was able to devise a device that could easily plug into almost any ship to augment it's qualities by redirecting power, drawing latent energy from space, and even accepting blood sacrifices to overdrive certain systems. Usually this will be used to temporarily increase a ship's thruster capacity at the cost of weaponry etc., but sometimes Pate lets blood into it to significantly overdrive all systems. It features a system that holographically shows the ship's systems, current fuel, wasted or latent power, co-ordinates, registered crew members, and various other systems. He got 2 of these built by a well-recognised engineer while he was still 'couriering' and got his boss to pay for them under work expenses. The bastard.
Utility rifle(2): Although he can't fight very well, it serves a decent factor for intimidation. As a utility rifle it accepts many mods and can handle a lot of abuse, but isn't especially special in any other way. He usually carries 3 mags max.
Fucked up mask(1?): A mask that serves to conceal his face and distort his voice. Doesn't serve any special needs aside from intimidation and identification within the 'street' racing scene.
Other notable things about Pate: He can't fight to save his life (eh? eh?). Usually he'd be more than happy to hide or find the nearest getaway solution.
Influence: 3
Height: Around 5'9"
Weight: 35 kg
Age: Young.
Species: Human
Appearance: Scary lanky, almost skin and bones. He wears coarse woven, baggy pants; Worn button up boots, buttoned only to the ankles, unless taking off in a ship of some kind. Then they're buttoned all the way up to prevent blood from pooling in the legs; A ragged vest made of some kind of tanned leather?; and a mask resembling a smiling face, only the smile is how you'd expect a corpse to smile, and the eyes are deep black pools, seemingly deeper than the Void itself.
Occupation: Former 'courier'. Dealing in extreme and delicate goods. That didn't pay enough, so he started doing 'street' racing to make extra. Eventually his ship was destroyed. As a consequence he was fired from his courier job and could no longer race. He was begging for a good while, until he managed to stow away multiple times in a row to get off the planet.
Interests: Ships/Planes/Vessels, Tasty data, interplanetary trade, neurology, and money.
Personality: A think on the fly kinda guy. Likes to mimic the personalities of others to see what results he gets. Dislikes those who follow without question. At core though, he is a reciprocal person. If you're kind to him, he's kind to you. If you shoot him, he will plot revenge.
Abilities/talents:
Vessels(2): Due to his extensive flight experience he has acquired many tricks. Saving fuel, using planetary gravity, necessary weight, vehicle repairs and optmisation, etc.
Software manipulation(2): He pursued programming as a hobby for a while, just because he enjoyed doing it.
Neurology and people reading(2): Again, pure interest birthed this. He is able to read other's emotions and mimic their personalities on a basic level.
Items:
Modular ship improvements(4): Using his knowledge of Vessels and Programming he was able to devise a device that could easily plug into almost any ship to augment it's qualities by redirecting power, drawing latent energy from space, and even accepting blood sacrifices to overdrive certain systems. Usually this will be used to temporarily increase a ship's thruster capacity at the cost of weaponry etc., but sometimes Pate lets blood into it to significantly overdrive all systems. It features a system that holographically shows the ship's systems, current fuel, wasted or latent power, co-ordinates, registered crew members, and various other systems. He got 2 of these built by a well-recognised engineer while he was still 'couriering' and got his boss to pay for them under work expenses. The bastard.
Utility rifle(2): Although he can't fight very well, it serves a decent factor for intimidation. As a utility rifle it accepts many mods and can handle a lot of abuse, but isn't especially special in any other way. He usually carries 3 mags max.
Fucked up mask(1?): A mask that serves to conceal his face and distort his voice. Doesn't serve any special needs aside from intimidation and identification within the 'street' racing scene.
Other notable things about Pate: He can't fight to save his life (eh? eh?). Usually he'd be more than happy to hide or find the nearest getaway solution.
@HeroicSociopath
He jumped at the sudden emergence of another person, quite possibly threatening him. Maybe he should have considered that these people may be adverse to someone stowing away on their ship. He held up his hands, not about to refuse any requests, and spoke,
"My name is Pate. I stowed away. I suppose you're one of the people who got this ship spacebound?". He figured his fear wouldn't show through the vicious smile and many voice filters on his mask. By the time his voice rang out it'd sound like a dying man's last breath.
"So how did you do it?"
He jumped at the sudden emergence of another person, quite possibly threatening him. Maybe he should have considered that these people may be adverse to someone stowing away on their ship. He held up his hands, not about to refuse any requests, and spoke,
"My name is Pate. I stowed away. I suppose you're one of the people who got this ship spacebound?". He figured his fear wouldn't show through the vicious smile and many voice filters on his mask. By the time his voice rang out it'd sound like a dying man's last breath.
"So how did you do it?"
I'd be quite interested in this.
My character is hidden below. Can I request Pride and Steel? As for ring, Grey suits my character best.
My character is hidden below. Can I request Pride and Steel? As for ring, Grey suits my character best.
@HeroicSociopath
If you want to do something with your character, maybe ours can meet and escape from the ship? Obviously taking an escape pod and scrapping it for parts to sell. Maybe on Tortuga?
If you want to do something with your character, maybe ours can meet and escape from the ship? Obviously taking an escape pod and scrapping it for parts to sell. Maybe on Tortuga?
@Blackened World I read through that and it was immensely helpful! Though I was talking more about a rules system, ie. Shadowrun, D&D, Pathfinder, etc.
Casual and advanced sound fun, I'll lurk there for a bit :p
Casual and advanced sound fun, I'll lurk there for a bit :p
The cargo hold was whirring with the sound of engines. Crates are stacked atop one another, as is appropriate. One tumbled and fell, spilling open as it hit the ground with a dense thud. A person flops out, rolling a little, like a corpse might.
The person is male, and frighteningly lanky. He wears worn but old boots, baggy and coarsely woven pants, and something which at one point may have been called a vest. His face is the most interesting, though. On it he wears a helmet of sorts. It resembles a head, split with a smile; only it's the type of smile you might expect a bag of worms and rotten meat to wear. The eyes are comparable to empty patches of space, and the hair pools on the floor in ragged clumps.
He gingerly brings himself to his feet. He casts a despairing gaze across the room. Other than boxes, there was a few doorways, some cameras, an airlocked cargo ramp, and an office space. He walks over to the office space, passing by the ramp as he does so.
"Yeah. Someday, not today. Sorry." His raspy voice filled the cargo hold, though he was only talking to the ramp controls.
The office space was about as exciting as you can expect it to be: Plenty of details concerning the intricacies of cargo delivery, orders placed by far-off companies, quantities of stock on board, and a monitor displaying the current value of various minerals. But it was in the corner by the door where he found exactly what he was looking for. He switched the small device on, and began searching through the crates.
After long enough he had found the crate he stowed his gear in. Through the wonders of technology the crate was delivered through a section of wall that slid aside. At the press of a button the crate popped open, and emitted a vague hissing sound. Inside were his trade tools. A bag containing several ship overdrive modules, some personal modules, and food and drink; A large utilitarian custom rifle; A comm unit; and a small metal cylinder. He plugged a few personal modules in, slipped his arms in the bag straps, and slung his rifle.
"Well, I guess it's time I thanked whatever helped this ship to fly.", and with that he set off to try find some life aboard. That or a ship to get out of here.
The person is male, and frighteningly lanky. He wears worn but old boots, baggy and coarsely woven pants, and something which at one point may have been called a vest. His face is the most interesting, though. On it he wears a helmet of sorts. It resembles a head, split with a smile; only it's the type of smile you might expect a bag of worms and rotten meat to wear. The eyes are comparable to empty patches of space, and the hair pools on the floor in ragged clumps.
He gingerly brings himself to his feet. He casts a despairing gaze across the room. Other than boxes, there was a few doorways, some cameras, an airlocked cargo ramp, and an office space. He walks over to the office space, passing by the ramp as he does so.
"Yeah. Someday, not today. Sorry." His raspy voice filled the cargo hold, though he was only talking to the ramp controls.
The office space was about as exciting as you can expect it to be: Plenty of details concerning the intricacies of cargo delivery, orders placed by far-off companies, quantities of stock on board, and a monitor displaying the current value of various minerals. But it was in the corner by the door where he found exactly what he was looking for. He switched the small device on, and began searching through the crates.
After long enough he had found the crate he stowed his gear in. Through the wonders of technology the crate was delivered through a section of wall that slid aside. At the press of a button the crate popped open, and emitted a vague hissing sound. Inside were his trade tools. A bag containing several ship overdrive modules, some personal modules, and food and drink; A large utilitarian custom rifle; A comm unit; and a small metal cylinder. He plugged a few personal modules in, slipped his arms in the bag straps, and slung his rifle.
"Well, I guess it's time I thanked whatever helped this ship to fly.", and with that he set off to try find some life aboard. That or a ship to get out of here.
@Blackened World
Yeah, I meant to ask if y'all use a specific system, or if it's more freeform.
Already writing up an introduction in the stolen frigate area
Yeah, I meant to ask if y'all use a specific system, or if it's more freeform.
Already writing up an introduction in the stolen frigate area
Writing up an intro now, if you don't mind. No worries if it goes nowhere, I'll just make an excuse to leave.
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