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Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

I'm ready for judgement, of course...

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Name:
Rin Zeela-Tae (roughly translates to Rin Two-Tails)

Gender: Male Lizard

Age: 23

Race: Reptillian bipedial sapien

Physical Appearance and Species Description

"Are you going to eat that dead bird over there?" -Rin Zeela-Tae

Height: 5' 9" (8' 10" including tail)
Weight: 198 lbs
His scales are tough as iron along his back yet soft and flexible near joints and under his belly. Mostly a faded green from constant sun exposure and a pale yellow-orange under his stomach. The spikes on his back are brittle but sharp and imposing, they also make good makshift fishhooks if he breaks them off (which he usually does... they grow back) His teeth and claws are obviously sharp and show off his carniverous diet regiment. He can run and climb with ease and can often lift 1.5x his bodyweight without much strain and 2x his bodyweight if he really tries.

Equipment:
-Hempen Rope (roughly 20ft) (currently not on him)
-Hempen loincloth which when unfolded doubles as a fishing net
-Bronze decorative collar along with small stones of flint wrapped along it
-Staff (fallen tree branch) doubles as fishing rod and walking stick. (Currently not on him)
-Several small animal skin pouches holding "food", ointments, animal bait, and a nugget sized piece of raw glass (currently not on him)
-Two bracelets, one made of flintstone and another made from iron. One on each hand.

Personality:
Relying more on instinct than intelligence, the knowledge he gained is soley for the purpose of supporting those instincts that have been honed and developed over years past. Trusting his gut before all else. Rin is quick to learn, yet slow to assimilate. If he picked up a revolver he could figure out the basics fairly quickly but would still prefer claws and teeth.

"Rin prefers to do things the way he likes, if He did not like... then Rin does not do them. Simple?"

Goals:
1) Help the others survive in the lands he knows well, for a profit
2) Visit his old kin whom lay in hiding from him
3) Find a good fishing spot

Beliefs:
1) "If its alive, you can probabbly eat it."
2) "Keep away from magical stuff, you will lose your tail."
3) "Do not change nature, keep it simple and easy to read... except for food stalls, add more food stalls."

Background:
Rin is rather scrawny and small in comparison to his other kin. Most other reptillians rarely leave the desert oasis where he originally came from, and even less do more than just lay around on rocks all day getting fat off the dead buzzards and night crawlies. Not saying his kin are fat and lazy, in fact they are a well established migrating colony that never stays in one spot for long. Often passing trade routes and trading what unique items they find out in no-mans land to the townfolk for mundane supplies. They only have one big drawback that Rin could not stand.... THEY WERE BORING! Rin could not take it. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, trade, eat, sleep. That's it! What a horrible life!.

At the age of 17 Rin ventured away from the camp and made way towards the closest town. Within the same day he almost got killed by a couple of rogue bandits and lost a tail in the process. A traveling hunter found him half dead on the side of the road and dragged his body to his lodge in hopes of skinning him to make some nice boots only to find out he was still breathing. The aggrivated hunter decided to treat him and nurse him back to health until he was able to work off the resources he wasted on him to treat him. Once better the hunter handed Rin a fishing rod and a net and sent him off to catch some fish. The confused lizard took the items and walked in the direction the hunter gestured and soon came by a creek with salmon literally jumping out of the water. Rin all too excited used the pole to vault himself into the creek in which he quickly entangled himself in the net, almost drowning. Hours later the hunter found him by the riverbed unconcious yet again.

After nursing the lizard back to health yet again, the hunter decided to teach the lizard how to work off his growing debt correctly. Teaching him how to cast the net and hook the fish with the rod. Scaling, cooking and salting the fish for storage. Rin loved every minute of it, fishing was something new to him and for a full year all he did was visit the river and fish. He soon stayed with the hunter and payed lodgings as he learned more things from the hunter, taking trips with him to the town to trade furs and various meats and dried fish. Going hunting in the forests with him and learning how to hunt. Before he knew it years passed by and there wasn't a single thing the hunter knew that he didn't. They became good friends and enjoyed each others company as Rin slowly developed his own methods of hunting and fishing while still paying the man rent.

The years flew by and Rin's sense of adventure started up again. Rin left the hunters side promising to come back to repay his debt every now and than. Rin soon ventured out and did his own thing. Not staying in one place for long but still somewhat near the desertlands that he was born in. Vowing that one day he would go back and find his kin to show them all that he has learned.

"Abilities/Limitations"
Racial Traits: Hist Skin- Just like how most lizards can grow back limbs, Rin can heal major wounds over time. (Assuming he does not bleed out or get decapitated) Rin can heal minor cuts and bruises in minutes, major gashes or loss of claws or fingers in hours and an arm, leg or tail in days. This takes much concentration. The drain on his body is only moderate but constant for a long period of time. He cannot fight in this state let alone hardly walk at a regular pace if severely injured.

"Rin is on his third tail already... maybe I should change my name..." -Rin Zeela-Tae

Thermal vision- As do all Reptilians, Rin is able to see the heat given off of objects or people. Rin is well trained in its use and can pickup not only common heat sources but the minor temperature changes given off from old footprints and or dull heat signatures behind walls. *This is not magic, its biological.

"Rin can... see... you... little one." -Rin Zeela-Tae

Resilient scales- Unlike the spongy flesh of humans or fuzzy coats adorned by most beastmen, Rins scales are as tough as iron in some spots yet still as flexible as leather in others. The scales on his back and tail are the hardest, while his belly and limbs are more leathery and flexible.

Known Skills:
Skilled outdoorsman- Rin spends 90% of his day (and night) hunting game, he knows the land better than the spikes on his back. He can read markings of any kind created by nature or man (except magical) and can use natures resources to its fullest potential.

Tracker- An excellent tracker thanks to his innate heat vision and agile frame able to scale trees and rocks with ease, he uses every physical sense to track his prey unnoticed

Claws, teeth and tail- instead of most who prefer a sharp blade or stout arrow, Rin prefers his razor sharp teeth and durable claws. Often running and catching up to all but the fastest prey he finds a quick bite to the back of ones neck is much more reliable than an arrow in his mind. His tail is heavy and often used as a counterweight. The end is adorned with tiny brittle spikes that are mostly cosmetic. (But the enemy doesn't know that)

Spells/Powers: None Rin cannot use magic effectively. If he tries it often blows up in his face.... literally

"Rin knew a great wizard once... we played a game he called GET OUT! Haha he always lost...."

Reason for detainment:
He "accidentally" ate one of the Dukes prized cows.

Character Concept: "The Arkwardly Naked Lizard-Man"

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

Sry guys but I have to drop this game, no data for this month so I'll only be holding you back so TTFN XD

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

Character Sheet

Name: Rin Nakimura
Gender: Male
Warframe: Volt
Appearance: He does not show his face to anyone.


Melee Weapon: Rin does not like to waste time with ammunition so instead he equips himself with Kestrel and his trusted Nikana at all times. (If that's allowed)

Sentinel (If any):Wyrm (aka Henry) Henry is actually outfitted with a shotgun attachment rather than the customary laser rifle, he likes the sound it makes rather than the "pew pew gun" he calls it.


Personality: Laid back and not as straightforward as his Tenno brothers and sisters. He often spends his time wandering after a mission is completed to venture and find out more about those he has killed. Often thinking outside the box both in combat and out. "Many do not realize behind every mask is a face, that is why I do not wish to show you mine." -Rin

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

I'll join if youllhave me :) Dibs on Volt!!

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

"Fucking purebred trash!" The guard muttered under his breath as him and two other guards escorted the newly found human to his hole in the ground. Red was sore all over as he stumbled through the mud, feeling the cool heavy rain against his skin making him shiver slightly. Its been years since he felt rain on his skin, he couldn't help but smile. Wrong move... "The fuck you smiling about trash?" One of the guards spat followed by a backhand that took away Reds balance. Not being in his right mind he looked at the ugly alien creature and started to sing. The metal collar around his neck didn't help with vocals but he managed to get a rhaspy voice out somewhat. "Oh I see skys of blueeee, red roses too.-" the guard retaliated with a swift club to the shin which stumbled Red onto one knee. The chain attached to his collar jingled and snapped as the second guard whipped him back up onto his feet only to kick him back with a solid foot to the chest. It hurt, and knocked the wind out of him briefly. "Human trash will get what he deserves, heard he managed to hold himself up in that shithole of a ship for three weeks. Managed to kill four of us in the process using dirty tricks." One of the guards spoke in his native tongue so the human was not to hear, but Red knew what they said, or at least the gist of it. All those months completely alone with nothing but audio logs and intel, learning little tidbits of what they managed to find out about these aliens that rendered them as popular as the DO DO bird. Taking his shackled hands up to his face as if praying to the gods. "Oh Massuh! Pleeease don't let them take me massuh! I beez agood boy!" He said mockingly.... yet another wrong move. The guard was about to spin around and add another bootprint matching the other on his jacket but he stopped short when it seemed like the crowd started getting ugly. It wasn't his doing, something was stirring him up a little ways ahead. "Sit down and keep quiet human and maybe I won't piss in your rations later." The main Ebolorian guard ordered the other two to go help while he grabbed a large metal pipe and jammed it into the ground. wrapping Reds chain around it for the time being then ran off to join the others.

Red stared off into the clearing as the shreiks of screaming echoed through the air. Cracking whips and beasts roaring in pain and anger while here he sat chained to a pole like a disobediant dog. He tugged and jerked the rusted chain as he screamed at nothing in fear of what will happen next. Smashing at the chain with a nearby rock but no use. Looking at the top of the pole he imagined climbing it and slipping the loop off overhead but it seemed just out of reach and with his tired body unable to even stand, let alone climb. He was nothing more but a showpiece for the disgusting sleugh of otherworld trash that passed him by with an unwavering look, already judging him-as well as his kind as a broken and forgotten species. The anger in his eyes rivaled only by the fear in his heart. The weeks of fighting inside Kestrels ruins took its toll but the fire inside his heart still burned with embers of anger and justification. Determination forced him up and used every alien tongue he knew to coerce some stupid beast to venture near out of curiosity. "You think I'm trash? Who the one that shits on the spot because their Ebolorian master says so?!?! Your nothing better than pets! Science projects gone wrong! I've seen better looking aliens in 1970's sci fi films!!!" He spat out his words with every ounce of strength he had left.

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Done XD

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

I'm working on it now but I can't promise I'll finish it during work hours. BUT ILL TRY XD

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Name: Hugh Manning (aka. Red)
Age: 32
Race: Human (Purebred)

Appearance:

Gender: Male
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 198lbs (Average/Lean build)

Abilities: None, he's only human

Skills: Welding, cutting, fabrication, mathmatics, ship engineer and mechanic. He can swing a wrench with the best of em. That includes swinging it at some alien heads.

Rank: C

Brief Bio/History: After the slow eradication of his homeworld, Earth. A select few were chosen to work in the Human colonization outreach program. Out of the 3billion purebred humans left on earth, 12 massive ships were created with a meager 12,000 occupants each including shiphands and workers managed to escape and attempt to make a new home for themselves somewhere out there in the stars. Some say the ones left behind on earth were the lucky ones. Others say nothing for fear of what really happened after they left. Red was one of the "Lucky" ones.

Luck is a gamble, and like most who rely on luck the odds are never in their favor. 8 out of the twelve titan ships were boarded by aliens within a decade and 4 went missing out in the deep black. They never had a chance. Red was aboard the USS KESTREL. The 7th ship in the program working as one of the 117 lead engineers. He knew the Kestrel like the back of his hand and if it wasn't for his quick thinking in hiding the thruster emissions back through the cooling systems he would of been part of the "pieces of eight" as they called it. It worked until the cooling systems collapsed under the extra pressure and soon they were nothing more but a large floating rock full of a dying breed. Most panicked and put themselves into stasis, temporary life support designed for long distance travel. Red was one of the few that stayed awake to keep things running as smooth as he could, but it was ultimately a losing battle. It would be years later in which they were finally found orbiting a tiny moon. Large chunks missing as giant rock debris chipped and eroded the ship like rivers down a mountain. Life support for all the stasis pods were lost and most others died of radiation, starvation or infection. The population quickly diminished from 12,000 to 68.

Affiliation (if any): Purebreed Colonies

Theme song:
His themesong is at 25:00.

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Well... it was busier at work than I thought. Sry guys, guess that cs will have to wait until tonight.