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7 yrs ago
Current If I was ever in a death or glory situation, I'd want The Trooper by Iron Maiden play in the background.
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7 yrs ago
Back on RPG for the first time in like, two years.
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9 yrs ago
Listening to some Aerosmith
9 yrs ago
Working on a new rp.
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9 yrs ago
Sick as all hell, freaking sinuses.

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Sure.
@TheMusketMan It still doesn't look like you gave specifics about the ammo he can reload with. If you're hellbent on keeping the bike, even for occasional use, I would still strongly say the flaming face would need to go or one of his guns would. It still seems like too much junk for him to have...
Ok, what if I trade out the guns for a chain whip thing like the actual comic book character has? EDIT: I edited my CS to fit the chain whip idea. This way, he's not too op, he can still stay Ghost Rider and occasionally have a bike.
He refrained from smiling at her comment about the girl. Then she asked about the work. "Digging through dirt. That's all we'll be doing. Protecting the scholars from grave robbers that won't come. It's an easy gig, if a bit boring." He ate a big chunk of meat from the bowl. "They usually have wade through the mud looking for bits of stone and crap, but that'll be your job now. When they want me to go into a cave filled to the brim with bats, you'll go in instead." He slurped up some of the juice. Maybe she'll take that stick out of her ass if she thinks she's useful. The Inn door slammed open and a rowdy bunch of men came in, being loud and smelling bad. Rhett's eyes narrowed. They're from a local gang, this is probably not gonna end well.The men went up to the counter, and talked to the Innkeeper. She had an indignant look on her face that turned quickly to fear. Rhett scowled and got up, and started walking towards them.
Sorry it's a little short.
He watched her walk over to him. She didn't look too bad, a bit thin, but he could fix that. She sat down and properly introduced herself and he shook her hand. "Just call me Rhett, darling." he replied. The innkeeper's daughter, a pretty blonde girl, came up to their table with two big bowls of beef stew, she set it down with a shy look at Rhett then hurried off before he could thank her. "Bon Appetit." he said, picking up his spoon.
Rhett's heavy boots fell on the wooden floorboards as he stepped into the room. It sounded like the girl was still in the shower. He set a bundle of clothes on the bed. It was a dress made for working purposes. It should be good for the job. He left the room and went back down stairs. He saw the Inn keeper going over a ledger and he sauntered over to her, flashing her a smile. "Excuse me, Ms.Ida, but could we have two bowls of beef stew for the table in the corner?" She smiled warmly. "Why of course dear, they should be out by the time your...friend, is done washing up." He grinned and tugged the front of his hat down. "Much obliged."
Alright, I'll make the last adjustments to mine for the approval of the boss. EDIT: Updated, he stays as his Ghost Rider form but he can only summon his bike in dire situations.
Let's not go to the dark place.
>Musket goes between the ogre's legs and and shoves his staff upwards as hard as he can.
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