Thedreadpirate

Starwars Rise of the Dark Empire

Jasto sat in his ships cockpit, his hands behind his head, his feet on the dashboard, he closed his eyes for a second, just one measly second.......and was suddenly interrupted by the voice of his navigational system "approaching planet" the kind voice of a woman said, he growled slightly as he left to go check on the cargo, knocking harshly on the cage to make sure that his cargo was still alive, hearing a reasonable response he put the cage back into it's hiding spot, one of the hundreds of thousands of such spots on his ship, his lovely Jasdaw. Climbing back up her long ladders and stairs, Jasto set a course for the meeting point that had been agreed upon by him and his buyer.

Upon arriving in his ship, Jasto saw nothing but guns blazing as he pulled up to the spot "Evenin' Gentlemen" he spoke in his strange, somewhat irregular, accent, perhaps it wouldn't have felt so out of the ordinary if not for the fact that Jasto was a Gungan and was therefor under the stereotype of how he should talk. Regardless, after receiving the greeting back, and some cocked rifles, Jasto looked at the crowd that had gathered "Now look, I'm just here to make a delivery, no pick ups this time, got it? but if I don't get my money I'll have to deal with some of you harshly" Jasto threatened in his usual Charismatic yet polite yet threatening way.

A few hours later Jasto was playing with his coins thinking things had gone pretty easy that time, not too easy, but easy enough, so with no place to go, he settled on the nearest refueling station, settled back, and readied himself for a nap.

Starwars Rise of the Dark Empire

Alright, just got back from classes for now, gunna get a post up soon, hopefully

Lucky Bastards (fantasy western with hints of steampunk)

Western Fantasy? that is my JAM, I'm all in

Knights academy

Isaac's smirk of nostalgia left him as he watched the student eagerly grab the bottle and James reveal the true test of the Vile Vials, he tried to suppress his old memories, unfortunately it all came rushing back at him too fast for even his reflexes, he was suddenly transported back several years ago, the memories seeming to him to be just as real as this reality, he tried to stop his younger self from doing what he did, but he was unsuccessful, as he was every time he tried. Isaac was suddenly jerked back to the warm waters of reality as the bells rang, signaling not long until his actual class. Saluting to james as he made his exit, he took one final look at the room that brought back so many of his embarrassing memories, he looked forward, smiled, and threw himself out the window.

The cool wind began to rush against his face, the cold hard ground fast approaching as Isaac entered free fall, magnificent was the only word Isaac could come up with to explain this feeling, freeing as it was of all responsibility, his senses forcused on only one thing, no dragons to fight, no undead teachers to worry about, no worrying about the blood that Old Lady Ell had been coughing up lately, just him and the cold crisp morning air, these were the last thoughts of Isaac as the ground finally arrived at it's destination...........

Just a few inches short of Isaac. The rope caught him and pulled him back just enough that he was able to land comfortably. He smiled, some people drank tea, some wine, some swore by the new Coffee fad that was going around his hometown, but this, this was his wake-up call. As he untied himself from the ledge and left the rope hanging he forced his hair back into place, and put his swords back into their sheaths, having removed them to cut himself down from the rope. He made his way to his class.

Starwars Rise of the Dark Empire

Casterlyrock said
Being the only Jedi is going to hard to rp, unless...you mind if Ali snuck onto the ship and is stowing away or is posing As a crew or slave? possibly looking for plans or information,

Jasto's friendship is up for grabs, as long as you pay him well enough....

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

Vicier said
I thought it was quite funny, props to your roommate for getting that in without your knowledge x'D

he is a sneaky mo-fo that's for sure, I'm starting to become attached to them the more I read it, might keep them in, if that's okay with you I mean

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

Vicier said
Okay, unfortunately I hate to be the one to do this but I have listed a few things that will need to be changed before I can accept your Character Sheet:~ Counsellor's of cabins get chosen by myself and my Co-GM, this will happen before the IC begins.~ With being the son of Nike, there will be restrictions when it comes to "victory".~ Unfortunately I have a problem with your biography for a few reasons:1) Even though I know it could be done, having been proven by a dear friend of mine in the past, I would prefer that the parentage be a male/female; I would of had no issues if that was what it was to begin with and then the father having died leaving him with a step mother, ect.2) Until the demigod reaches and begins to live within the camp, all contact between the child and their Godly parent is forbidden; this means that Nike would not have been able to save the woman nor steal away the child taking him to the refuge of the camp.~ The creature would have only attacked the child, not the mother.~ Steps to using the weapon? -plain curious about this one-

These are all legitimate concerns, I apologize for making a sheet that had so many. Will get to editing it right away.

as to the steps to using it thing, I don't know what that is either, apparently my roommate thought it would be funny to add that while I was in the bathroom (he has a very weird sense of humor), I missed it the first time through, while editing it. My bad. won't happen again.

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

Name: Oscar Alan Rackham
Alias/Nickname (If Any): Oz, Ozzy, Ace
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Cabin: Cabin Seventeen

Appearance:

Family
Godly Parent: Nike, The Goddess of Victory, The Wreath-Giver.
Human Parent: Jason Isaac Rackham
Legacy:

General Information

Personality:

Three things have always characterized Oscar's personality. The first is his attitude, Oscar has always been laid back and relaxed, there is an air about him that seems to put others at ease, and he has always been easy with the smiles and laughter, the first, and sometimes only one, to laugh at certain jokes. This warmth and ease has caused him to sometimes annoy those who would rather have harsh words or react with violence, but most of the time he is just a charismatic, fun loving guy. The second thing that has always characterized Oscar is his morals. Oscar, who has always seen himself as a kind of older brother to the world, especially so to the campers in his cabin, refuses to stand for bullying, and has more than once been injured when he was forced to intervene in a fight between a much larger camper than him, and one under his care. The final thing that has always characterized Oz is his tenacity, his ability to keep fighting, and keep fighting, and to eventually end up on top. Some might call it the ability to pick ones self up after the thousandth knock down, others might call it the stupidity of not knowing when he is outmatched, or beaten. Oscar applies this kind of thinking to almost everything he does, being the son of the Goddess of Victory in battle and peaceful competition will do that to a guy, weather staring at a magic trick for hours to figure out how it works, or getting back up for the umpteenth time after fighting a ridiculous one sided battle, or rolling the dice and hoping to god for a twelve in Monopoly, Oz does not give up.

Likes and Dislikes

Likes: Sparring, Chess, Energy Drinks, Board Games, Competition, Food, Cold Drinks
Dislikes: Bullying, Hot Beverages, Antisocial people, Pointless conflict
Talents: Oz is an exceptional Charioteer, he has always enjoyed this specific competition more than others, perhaps it is that with a natural gift for most games, and a presence that calms people and horses alike, it seemed to be one of the things he never actually had to work his butt off to be good at, perhaps it is that one of his mother is Zeus's Charioteer. Oz is also quite the accomplished mixed martial artist, due in large part to his training in the fighting arts since a boy, his father having put a great deal of emphasis on maintaining a healthy lifestyle and Oscar learning to defend himself, he saw the sport as a natural blending of the two.

Biography:

Jason Isaac Rackham was an Olympic-level athlete, who, after nailing the Olympic team for his home country, was walking back home when he spied the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he, finally getting up the courage to approach her, asked her to have a drink with him, she, not entirely sure if this mortal was seeing through The Mist, or not, agreed. What ensued after was a love affair so cliche so incredibly filled with chocolates and flowers and bunnies and quirky stories and hot beads of sweat running down perfectly toned bodies that it would be enough to make any self-respecting 8-year-old make a pretend puking sound and run out of the room in total disgust. But the better the story the sadder the ending, and this one has a mystery to the ending as well, one day, out of the blue, Jason awoke, and she wasn't next to him, and when he returned from practice that night, she wasn't there. In fact she wasn't there for Nine and a half months, after which she still wasn't there, but a piece of her was. Jason opened his door one morning to find a burbling baby boy in an old fashioned cradle on the doorstep, with only a note and a laurel wreath inside 'He's yours, Make him a champion, when he gets old enough, tell him, then send him here' there was a piece of paper attached with an address, and that was all it said.

Years later Jason had done just that. A champion kick-boxer, Oscar was walking back from another won match when he, and his father beside him, noticed an unusually large cat approaching them, at first they thought nothing of it, wandering feral cats, even large ones, were not an uncommon sight around these parts, but as it approached it got bigger, until eventually it leapt at the pair, looking like a very large train, it's yellow hide and fur giving its species away, a lion, it pounced on Oscar, pinning him to the ground as his father searched for something to use in his defense, from beneath the monster, Oscar did the only thing he knew to do, he struck his attacker in the face. The Lion, confused as to this new tactic, one not usually taken by his prey, let up enough that Oscar was able to get away from under the very large cat. Redoubling his efforts, Oskar and his father were eventually able to figure out that a tooth, taken from inside the Monster's maw was able to pierce its skin and kill it, but not before it fatally wounded Jason.

Rushing his father to the hospital, Oscar tried his best to do all that he could, but it wasn't enough, the next morning the doctors walked out of the emergency room, like the beginning to some terrible t.v. Show, it wasn't pretty, and Jason hadn't made it. weeks later, after the funeral, Oscar, still 14 at the time, was sent to the place listed in his father's things, never one to keep tidy Books. And that's how Oscar ended up at Camp. A couple weeks later, during an obstacle course, Oscar was finally claimed by Nike, an ethereal laurel wreath appearing over his head as he held his fist up in the air in victory.

On his birthday Oscar is generally given a single present from his mother, one year, a necklace that had an intertwined boxing gloves and palm branch, which he almost never takes off, another year he was given his Caestus, which he regards as his favorite possession.

Theme Song:

Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Tenacity and Vigilence
Weapon Type: Caestus

Weapon Appearance:

Attributes: Wearing these gives Oscar an almost god-like will to win, and an almost unending pool of energy, they also hurt his opponents. A lot. Often in the face.
Step One: Apply Caestus to Hands
Step Two: Forcefully shove Caestus into face/gut/groin/etc of opponent.
Step Three: Repeat Step two as needed

Other
Other: Oscar owns a bird, albeit a rather large one, That he calls Lucky (an ironic name seeing as when Oscar found him Lucky had somehow managed to have his wings clipped) Lucky is fiercely loyal to Oscar, and vice versa.

Lucky

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

Everybody still okay?

Knights academy

Rainmaker said
On an entirely unrelated note, I just realised that "pizza dat" is "piece of that". I AM pretty slow...

happens to the best of us