The Incredible John

The Superhero Guild

Even with the blaring sirens and the coms going crazy, it took Collin a couple of minutes before he woke up. As he groggily woke up, he began to understand the gravity of the situation. He stood up straight, now fully awake. He had sweated a lot during his sleep and now his shirt smelled like piss. He quickly undressed and got a new pair of pants and a shirt. He cussed that he couldn't at least get a bath. He ran up to the command center carrying his duffel bag only to find it empty.

"Shit." He muttered to himself. Everyone has left already left except for him. He ran out and down the flight of stairs to the garage. He fumbled his pockets for his keys. Once he found them, he quickly got it out and opened his car door. He started it and it took a minute or two before it was up and running. He stepped on the gas and sped his way to the scene. He had his siren on, going through busy streets. He still hadn't had the slightest clue at what was happening. He tried to contact the others on his com but nobody responded. This got Collin more worried. It took a good 15 minutes before Collin got to the scene. He stopped a couple of blocks away from the actually place of emergency and observed the situation. It was some guy with ice coming out of his fingertips causing trouble. He lifted his bag out of his car and ran towards the fight but once he got there, he hid in a back alley. He observed the situation more closely, trying to figure out how to successfully apprehend the guy. He got something out of the bag, a pump action shotgun loaded with beany-bags to subdue the bastard. He locked and loaded the gun.

"This is Bloodhound." Collin said over the coms. "How can I help?" He asked.

The Superhero Guild

Just waiting for somebody else to post, since I left my character half-drunk and asleep.

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(Sign-up/OCC thread)

Map updated.
Sorry for the long wait.

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

Seems good but the tribe's leader would be seen as responsible for this I guess and it would lead to some war I suppose.

Colonial Powers NRP Nation Dump

The Corleonn-Warrus-Grudden-Nollin Alliance

Nations Name: The Corleonn-Warrus-Grudden-Nollin Alliance

Flag:

Form of Government: A set of parlamentary-monarchies led by an appointed Head of the Alliance and its military as a whole is led by a single dictator.

Describe the System: The Corleonn-Warrus-Grudden-Nollin Alliance are four independent Duchies led by a dictator would usually assume a role of supreme general amongst all of the alliances’ military assets. When it comes to the legislative matters of each duchy, the Grand Duke along with their respective People's Parliament would be settle matters accordingly. The alliance itself also has a central governing system led by the four grand duke and representatives of their respective people's parliaments. They form a council that dictates every action of the alliance. At the head of this council is the appointed Head of the Alliance.

Location on Map Desired:

Capital: The Alliance capital and Grudden capital of Norfolkke.

Important Settlements: The capital of Corleonn, Hevish. The capital of Warrus, Denparkke. The capital of Nollin, Hamburke and the Nollish port city of Jesper.

Description: The Corleonn-Warrus-Grudden-Nollin alliance was once a series of small duchies in service to the Sofon dominion long ago. No one governor could ever effectively control the entire region because of the different ethnicities of and the terrain of the area. The mountainous region would always deter invading armies and the thick forest would always make the movement of cavalry and artillery almost impossible. By the year 1583, the different duchies managed to stage a rebellion successfully, repelling the large wave of attacks sent by the dominion. After since then, they have managed to repel other invaders with the small armies they could usually summon, with the battles usually costly. They have made a reputation for themselves as the unconquerable people of the north. Sometime later, with the threat of another revolt, this time a civil one, the duchies changed their government from totalitarian monarchies to parliamentary monarchies. They were always awakened to treats from the outside and formed a coalition to protect themselves from would-be invaders. An alliance pact was formed on the 12th of January on the year 1609. Their alliance would state that each nation was independent but was part of a larger alliance who were obligated to aid their fellow duchies if under threat. They would appoint a dictator, a supreme commander of their entire military asset and a Head of the alliance from one of the four Dukes to lead them in their endevours. From this moment on, the alliance was born. The alliance has never ventured far from its borders and has isolated themselves from other nations of the continent. They would occasionally make diplomatic moves with those of the outside but it would usually be economic in nature.

The lands of the alliance are not good for farming as it is filled with high mountains and ragged cliffs. With this, the alliance's economy is largely dominated by mining for metals, both rare and common. They are then sent through the port town of Jesper to merchant ship to be traded across the continent. Because of their reliance on their merchant ships, the alliance has build a formidable navy. The alliance has never fought other nations on the high waters but is confident of their fleets. The current dictator however, Supreme Commander Karol Lipeche III wants to not only improve but elevate the status of the alliance's armed forces. Lipeche would show the world that the alliance could challenge foriegn power, proving the strength and unity of the alliance. The people of the alliance are also highly religious, putting their God above all else and the Dukes draw their power and respect from what they perceive as their divine rule, although this is mostly ceremonial now.

Important Characters: The current dictator of the alliance, Dictator, Supreme Commander Karol Lipeche III. The Grand Dukes Hemmlar V of Corleonn, Amadeus Russeus Kavlar of Warrus, Ferras Kollin II of Grudden and Devrick Lovarr Ollisius of Nollin.

Uniform of the soldiers of Corleonn


Uniform of the soldiers of Grudden


Uniform of the Soldiers of Nollin


Uniform of the Soldiers of Warrus


The Jaeger Flintlock Rifle, the rifle of the alliance


Traits:
Small Army: Your nation maintains a relatively small number of troops, when fielded in battle against another nation your forces are almost always outnumbered. +2
Ambitious Generals: Your generals all want a piece of glory. Sometimes even going to backstabbing each other and arriving to another’s aid ‘late’. +1
Never been out of the village: Your men have almost all never been outside their own borders. Other countries lands and environments are almost alien, especially those on another continent. They will suffer from not being able to deal with weather and being unable to forage as well. +1
Ships of Line: The largest ships to sail the sea’s are expensive and vast undertakings however your nation has viewed this as a needed expense. Your fleets have a number of these ships.-2
Landlubbers: Your sailers don’t exactly train on a boat, boarding’s and marine forces perform slightly worse due to the moving deck. +1
Trading Hub: Your country is a nation of traders and merchants, many coins pass through the fingers of your citizens every day, especially through your own after taxes. -3

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

Thunderforce said
I suppose I should post this in the proper place, huh?Name of your tribe: The YnglingrLeader of your tribe: Konungun RurikrRace and ethnicity of your tribe:The Ynglingr are a clan, a rather large one, at that, that have banded together.The peoples of the Ynglingr are a tall, hearty, and strong bunch, tempered by the harsh climate and lands that they live in. Generally speaking, they have either blonde or brown hair, and blue or brown eyes. In terms of muscular build, they are more commonly strong than weak.Dialect or language of your tribe:YnglarAn example of speech in Ynglar would be, for instance,“Hjore arl du?”“How are you?”“Hjon ista jur naemen?”“What is your name?”“Raidarne arle vir tostar?”“Are we raiding tomorrow?”Name of your tribe's camp and where you want it to be placed:- Name of Camp: Hrorekr- Location of Camp: The Stonian Mountains.Religion(s) of your tribe:-The Grey Ones: Due to distance and the unruly nature of the Ynglingr, in addition to being one of the few tribes never definitively conquered by any empire, the Ynglingr never adopted Kristianity, and missionaries that attempted to sway them, more commonly than not, were offered up as sacrifices.As a result, The Ynglingr are still staunchly pagan, holding onto their grim pantheon of gods that fit their rather ill-climated home. They speak of dying in battle, so that they might grace the halls of their gods and not have their souls cast into a burning abyss.Most of the outside world has little idea or concept of their belief system, and most aren’t curious enough to actually go up to one and ask.Background story(History) of your tribe:The Ynglingr are a rarity amongst the barbaric tribes of the world: Never was their home stomped upon by the hand of the Empire, and never were their people under an Imperial yoke. Keeping their savage nature intact, and sealing their mountainous homes from entry wasn’t hard. They were one of the few tribes to have developed a solid basis of metalworking, and their development of mail, in addition to the inhospitable climate and favorable defensive positions, ensured that they were an island of savagery.Throughout a vast majority of the Empire’s later existence, Ynglingr mercenaries were commonly brought to serve as bodyguards, and indeed, the Sistrine Empire continues this practice, the Varagar Guard being one of the more famed components of the mercenaries hired.Now that the Empire has collapsed, this tribe of hardened warriors is more than ready to ply their trade, raiding, across the majority of the area.Long live Konungun Rurikr! Long live the Ynglingr Throne!

Well, you're already accepted. I just can't update the map yet because I'm on my phone.
Sorry about that.
Welcome to the club mate.

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

Tribus Visa Roth, Tribus Albranni

Verminus and Pykar rode together to the port town of Ravenis along with their small company of men. Verminus and Pykar had aged little during the last 20 years, looking still as young as young can be now that they were in their 40's. They're physical abilities though, were starting to diminish. Pykar, who before would spar with his son a number of times a week, is now crippled by aches all about his body. Verminus now envies the days he led his fearsome Albranni bare-shirts into battle. If he did so now, the youngens would outrun him easily into battle, limping into the battlefield. Their days of glory on the land of war were over but they would be damned if they would ever let anybody challenge their rule. That is why the news of the Ollexians and the Olsa Goths working together troubles them so much. Normally, they would have nothing to fear from this two tribes. They were the masters of the northern grounds, all tribes in those areas waged unwavering allegiance to them. They also had mastery of the mountains, the woods and the plains on the area. But the harvest had been poor to them and if they fielded an army, they would not know how to feed them. An alliance between the Ollexians and the eastern, Katholic Roths was bad news for them. They new that the church was behind this alliance. That was why they had made their own.

Pykar looked at Verminus and asked "Do you think this is a good idea?".

"What other choice do we have?" Verminus answered with a question.

"But what if it's a trap?" Another question from Pykar.

"Then Gods help us." Verminus said.

They were noth heading to Ravenis to sail for the lands of the Draki. Seeing as they were all of the faith of Mata, the two hoped to coax the leader into joining their fight against the expanding Katholic armies. After receiving their invitations, it seemed like the perfect excuse.

"We'll just have to play our cards right Pykar." Verminus said. "Play them right and hope this tribe's leader see's the threat from the east. If he doesn't, we could also ask for trade rights. That he should accept."

Pykar nodded as a sign that he agreed with what Verminus was saying. They didn't have much of a choice at the moment.

Fall of Theratin [Fantasy] ~Open~

Just wandering, Am I accepted?

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

@Synair - Sorry to hear that man, no worries. I guess I'm taking over the Katrani. If you want to come back and take over, I'll be happy to give it to yah.

Operation: Crimson Titan (Futuristic Military/ Futuristic Warfare/ Possible Mech rp)

Hmm, seems like enough people.
I'll start working on the thread in casuals. I'll be done about tommorow or the next day.