Thinker

Thinker's Troup

Nahal Amakiir

Age: 128
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Nahal is well toned from his constant walking and occasional running for his life. He has light brown hair that reaches to the middle of his back, normally in a braid and he sports blue almond shaped eyes that are typical for his family line.

Nahal stands five foot five inches and has relied on his magical and running skills to keep himself alive.

Clothing: Being a wizard, he wear a dark robe over his cloth pants and boots. He has his spell book and component pouch hanging from his belt. He has a choker of smooth black stones, a ring on both hands and a circlet on his head. (Still working on what spells are in his jewelry.)

Weapons: Quarter staff.

Equipment: Bedroll, spell book, spell component pouch, a small dagger for eating purposes and a coin purse with a small sum of money.

History:
Nahal grew up in the glittering city of Meliamne, his parents were rich and he was given the best in everything. He was in want of nothing and his life was a breeze. He had everything planned from where he was going to live, who he was going to marry and how many servants he was going to have. His friends adored him and loved his money he was always flaunting.

He went through the best training for wizardry and flew through the classes partly because of his family’s influences.

Life fell around his pointed ears the moment he was told to finish school he had to take a long internship with a wandering wizard. Nahal did everything in his power to wiggle out of it and still be considered a full fledged wizard. The school wouldn’t bend the rules for no one and his father was in the strict standing that an Amakiir did not quit.

So, out into the world he went, finding that hunger really sucked. His shoes were not exactly road worthy and sand clung everywhere. Even in places he cared not mention. And this was only the second day, he had a whole three hundred and sixty three days of this to endure.

As months passed he found his body being conditioned, his senses a little keener and he lost a few pounds. Mostly because he was always hungry. He used his magical abilities for more practical purposes and found most of the people in the smaller towns were more grateful than the ones with more money.

Near the end of his time they were far away from his land of his birth, out in the sticks that led to nowhere. His mentor caught a walking pneumonia which he kept passing off as a cold and he died shortly thereafter. Nahal hadn’t paid any attention to where they were or how to get back.

He had to resort to stealing for food when he couldn’t get people to pay for his magical services. He was thrown out, had stones thrown at him and spit on several times. He lost his cool several times during those moments and used his spells to punish them. He found himself on the run after he killed a man.

Thinker's Troup

Kade Jin

Age: 316
Gender: Female
Race: Vaya
Appearance: Kade is a six foot tall brutish looking creature chocolate colored skin, her face has sharp features and brown eyes. She has wide pointed ears that are covered tip to lobe in several different types of bone earrings that had been shoved through the cartilage. Kade has broad shoulders, narrow waist and is two hundred and twenty three pounds of packed muscle under toughen skin.

She has many scares laced over her arms, neck and face. She shaves her head save for a black braid that grows from the crown of her head and hangs to the waist.

Clothing: Scaled armor, linen padded clothing under. Bracers, shin guards and armored skirt over her pants all made of leather. A half face helm with horns attachments and spiked gauntlets.

She has a choker of clay beads and hemp weaved in with finger bones. A gold ring on her right hand (wound closure spell imbued) and on the left is a copper one (Immunity to Diseases). Just above the left bicep she has a piece of hide from a Displacer beast.

Weapons: Two single handed axes.

Equipment: Bedroll, canteen, heating stone. A skinning knife she doubles as her eating utensil.

History::
Kade grew up in a region nestled between the great river, Cold Wash and the rugged Blade Ridge Mountain. (These landmarks are named different depending on which race asked.) Her people are nomadic and very savage.

They raid a village here and there to gain things they could not obtain from the forest. They terrorize, slay and burn down the villages leaving no one the wiser. Shortly after her first lone kill of a farmer and his family, Kade was pronounced an adult at one hundred and sixteen.

A sickness zipped through the family, leaving most of the ones that did survive weak. Not able to handle the weakened state, many killed themselves. Kade was one of the few that was immune to the raging illness, solely due to the ring she had found. She continues wandering about the endless forest waiting for some calling or cause.

A selection of things that never happened

Hi.
I thought I would ask if you would accept me as a possible writing partner. I don't know if I fit into the 'advanced' writing criteria. I am high casual. Advance always intimidated me, simply because I may not come up with a 1000 word posts every single time.

Vampire Mafia InCh

Awesome sauce.

Vampire Mafia InCh

I would be interested in this whole idea.

I have returned

Thanks!

I have returned

After life became super crazy I had to leave all my friends and writing partners. Now, I am ready to dive back into some writing.
I like messy rp's and try to inject my special sort of chaos into it. =)

See ya out there.

Half Alive(Heartless and Thinker)

Cool beans!

Half Alive(Heartless and Thinker)

Geir’s artificial eye scrolled all that information of her speed and direction of travel. He hadn’t even pointed the weapon at her and she reacted violently. He knew his gut instincts were right about her. He hesitated on the trigger and she tackled him, her words were mindless dribble to him as he waited for her to end his life.

When she straightened and he was still breathing was her undoing, he climbed to his feet. “So you decide to physically attack me instead of talking.” He shook his head and aimed the weapon at her. “You could have told me all that shit without tackling me and I might have considered it to be truth. I don’t see you anything but a threat. Your words and attempt at the guilt trip will not work on me. It just makes me want to shoot.” He aimed his gun.

Two shots were fired, Geir jerked violently twice the first bullet tore open his lung and lodged in a rib. The second it his heart stopping it instantly the bullet was halted by his breastbone. He dropped to his knees, then toppled over.

Wrench stood there shaking the smoking gun literally in her hands. Her body shook and she swallowed hard. “I,” she said lowering the weapon. “I was listening. I implanted a communication in his eye, so I could listen.” She dropped the gun her eyes latched on the man she just killed. “He was acting so strange, the chemicals spilt in his brain before I could catch it. I thought I got it all but he kept having the violent mood swings. He shouldn’t have gone off the deep end like that.”

Kenji stumbled into the room clearly never tranquilized, a little intoxicated, and he kicked the gun away from Wrench who continued to mumble to herself. He checked Geir’s pulse and let out a sigh. His eyes moved to the android. “Sorry, I freaked out there. I needed time to get things straight in my head.” He glanced over his shoulder as Wrench stopped babbling. “I don’t know how you can be so accepting of what I have become. I am not the person I was.” He rose to his feet. “Maybe that is what scared me the most.”

"It was after the announcement," Wrench said. "The fact his leadership position was becoming called into question that I noticed the change."

He sat on the bed and stared at the floor. "He was going to kill Cassie to break me so I wouldn't challenge his title? That is insane."

"I don't think he was in his right mind, Kenji." Wrench left the room grabbing her gun on the way out.

Half Alive(Heartless and Thinker)

Hey, I have my post outlined in my head. I just have to write it. I am dealing with a migraine at the moment and I am not sure I will get to it right now. Again I am sorry about how I was acting toward your writing. It will not happen again.