Thedreadpirate

Knights academy

thewizardguy said
James simply gives Guy a look. Hmm..... succulent, high-quality meat. Low magic use should have left a minimal mark on the flesh. Lots of muscle. It's need a good cleaning, but he had no doubt it'd taste great with some Oregano.

This has got to be my favorite line so far. On a TOTALLY unrelated note, Isaac and I would recommend some sort of sauce to go along with that Oregano, otherwise he would run the risk of drying his meat out too much.

Knights academy

Isaac went back up to his room before the banquet, he had several rituals that he needed to perform before the banquet and he only had so much time. First he had to slick his hair back, it was getting into his eyes and that wouldn't do for the banquet, next he put on his best dress clothes, a long thin coat, and his swords, as he looked himself in the mirror, admiring himself, perhaps a little too much, and exited his dorm for the banquet, thinking of all that delicious food as he made his way down the long corridors.

Isaac sat at the table,eyeing all the delicious food in front of him, and dug in, chuckling at a couple of nameless first years down the table who were having a eating competition, he began to eat, quickly devouring his food in a polite, yet vicious manner. As he enjoyed a large piece of meat his quick eyes caught Talon, and old...friend maybe? Over the past 4 years Isaac had gotten the impression that Talon didn't have friends and enemies so much as he had targets and casualties, but Isaac liked to think that maybe he had at least earned the masked man's respect, for after 4 years of watching him work, and training next to him, Talon had certainly earned his, he was swift and honorable despite being less....charismatic maybe? than Isaac was. Regardless, Isaac's quick eyes had caught Talon sneaking food into his pocket and Isaac acted as if nothing happened, he knew why Talon had done it, he knew what would happen to it, and it didn't bother him all that much. Isaac turned his attention back to his, admittedly very large, piece of meat and dug back into it, watching people, keeping an eye out for any trouble, should it arise.

In space... no one cares that you're broke.

Yeah bro, Not cool posting without being accepted, there's an order to things

In space... no one cares that you're broke.

Jack slid from under the ships engine, wiping the grease off of his hands with a spare rag, and then using his arm to wipe the beads of sweat that were falling down his countenance away from his eyes. He smiled as he headed for the rec room, hoping that there would be one or maybe two cold ones still available. Jackronicus Hawkfry, Jack to most, Hawkeye to some, was of average height, had a sinewy frame, dark eyes and hair, and a mind that was made to mess with technology. The tall and lithe figure whistled as he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked for the elevator, pressing the button and waiting, hearing the ding of the elevator and walking out into the rec room. Jack threw a small salute to the Captain upon seeing her, "Howzzit Cap?" He said in greeting. Making his way to the attached kitchen, Jack pulled himself out a bottle of cold liquid, popped the cap, and drunk deeply from it before making his way to a couch and flopping down onto it. "OH" Hawkeye added almost as an afterthought "Engine's running a little hot, Blue Bird's got a fever, might add an hour to our trip, max, Cap'"

Knights academy

thewizardguy said
I'm assuming it would be a medieval barracks, with rough but serviceable beds. Quite probably, there would be a banquet before sleep, and the academy is freeform enough that I imagine it allowing you to sleep outside the barracks area.

I like the sound of that....banquet.....Mmmmmm

Starwars Rise of the Dark Empire

Name: Jasto Draggol
Age: 28
character: Bounty Hunter/Smuggler/Gun-For-Hire

Apperance:

Faction: Whichever side pays him better at that moment

Weapons:

a pair of this bad boy
Pouch of smoke/flash grenades
Pair of Vibro-Knives
Vials of Poison
Sharp-Tongue
Tactical/Analytical Mind
Contacts
Lithe Gungan Body

Bio:

Jasto may have been born a Gungan but talks, and was raised, as a little bit of everything. Jasto gained an appreciation for life and adventure by those who lived it, and by extension knew it best. Bounty Hunters, Farmers, Jedi, Smugglers, Sith, Hutts, Traders, Pirates, at some point or another everybody has a tale to tell or a lesson to teach to the bartender's wide-eyed son who sat at the bar and helped his father, and when he was old enough, he learned even more, nobody thinks to keep secrets from the guy pouring you drinks, hell, for some, he's the closest one gets to a friend in this lifetime, so when Jasto became the barkeep, the stories and lessons upped their game. Eventually Jasto couldn't take it anymore, he took his fathers guns, and his blessing, and went off to make his fortune. He started off by doing the only thing he knew how, whatever it was that needed doing, but for a price. Slowly he began to build a name for himself in the industry, slowly he began to expand, surprising customers with not only his lack of accent, but also his competitive prices and efficency. Eventually his name was big enough that he was able to do a few jobs for even the Hutts. Now his name is spoken of in the most elite of circles, alongside such names as Boba and Jango Fett, Cad Bane, and IG-88. and while perhaps he has had to learn a few hard lessons along the way, the only thing that has done is temper his naive, if somewhat charming, innocence, into a deadly, calculating, yet still somewhat charming, sharp-tongued aloofness that befits a man of his standing and occupation.

ship: The Jasdaw

The Force

Disciples of the Gods

Light said
And Thedreadpirate, after reading you CS, neither the Marked (which is taken anyway) or Urr seem like fitting paths, especially for your character's personality. I have to ask that you create a persona more fitting to whichever path you choose.

Fair enough.

Disciples of the Gods

Light said
Yeah in the OP I stated that I want to fill every role before I allow players to double up on roles.

Wow, it's right there in plain view too, my bad.

Disciples of the Gods

Name: Jason Savage

Sex: Male

Age: 19

Appearance:

Jason Savage

Personality: Generally speaking Jason is laid back and calm, enjoying life to its fullest, but he has an animal, a monster of sorts, that lies deep within him, constantly kept at bay, mostly by willpower, that when let loose, Jason, metaphorically speaking, become a being of rage and destruction. Despite these faults he is staunchly loyal to his friends, brave (or perhaps stupid,according to him the only real difference is the outcome), and open-minded. The other thing that characterizes Jason is his strong sense of morality, which is perhaps a large part of why he has always gone to such lengths to help other people, but also to make sure that those who are wrong are brought to justice.

Bio: Jason has always been a little...angry, at the world. Jason grew up in an orphanage, run by some church organization somewhere, Jason doesn't remember a lot, he doesn't really see the need to, what he does remember, are the names, the names of his brothers and sisters that he grew up with, most of them were younger than him, by at least two years, but he remembers every single one. See the orphanage never had a lot of money, so when Jason was old enough he started working a job to make a little extra dough on the side, in an attempt to provide a little bit of extra comfort for his siblings. At first it was small things; an extra blanket here, some extra pizza for secret meetings there; but soon it wasn't enough, the more Jason provided, the more he saw that he needed to provide, and his siblings would thank him and would say that they were fine, but Jason's big brother senses knew better, so he started working more and more, and his pent up anger at his situation began to bother him more and more. It was then that Jason was approached by a man who offered him an opportunity to make more money in a single night than he otherwise would in a year. Jason took it, and that's how the fights started, at first Jason wasn't sure what it was that he liked so much, but then he realized, it was that he was allowed to let out his monster, his animal, in the ring he didn't have to hold back, and that was what made him so good at it. He also liked that he made so much money that he was able to keep his siblings comfortable while getting himself a place of his own. It's been a year since he left the Orphanage now, and he lives comfortably, and is able to give his siblings anything they want, even when they don't ask for it. One night, after a long fight, he crashed upon his couch and had a strange dream, involving statues and fires and caves, and upon being presented with a choice, to him at least, the choice seemed obvious, and so, he gave his soul for the ability to punish the wicked, and ultimately to make sure that the world that his siblings grew up in was less evil ridden than the one that he had, and the ability to use his gifts to do so.

Path: Urr, The Shield of man

Darkwood Academy

Jason nodded sagely at Josiah's words. "you said it brother" Jason said as he nodded in agreement then added "at least in the center of new york there's only so much that can happen, when you add abilities into the mix, it suddenly makes everything a lot more intense, or so I'd imagine" Jason chuckled as he took another bite of his snack and continued "And yeah, I was the same way when I first came here, we all were, that's the entire point of this school isn't it? To take the scared, hormonal, anxty teenagers that have suddenly developed inhuman abilities and let them be all that they can be?" Jason did a mock salute as he said those last words and then continued "or at least to pretend like that's what's happening while they figure out what to do with us?" Jason cracked a wry smile as he finished up his sentence and Lucky barked in agreement.