Also dibs on Amazonian, should have the sheet done in like an hour or so.
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Username:Vas Khaleen
Name:Dame.Tamz'Kuna The Tall
Age:28
Height:6'6
Gender:Female
Race:Orc
Origin: Tamz'Kuna was the eldest daughter and only living child of a fierce orc warlord, whom commanded a traveling warband numbering five hundred; three hundred and seventy of those being professional warriors though none in the group were to be trifled with. The band was one of those which made orc human racial tensions all the higher, raiding peaceful towns, villages and eventually taking a small keep which of course called for great celebration on the part of the orc's. Looting the keep they drank and feasted on the supplies within, awakening in the morning to find a great host outside the walls; lead by King Cassius himself with a number close to a thousand and a half. King Cassius was to give no quarter, the band had harassed his people for long enough and they had called for their heads few amongst the group were innocent and all had shared in the plunder of those defeated. Tamz'Kuna's father wouldn't surrender however, nor would he hole up inside of the stone fortress; before Cassius's siege weapons could be readied the heavy oak drawbridge came steadily crashing down across the shallow moat which surrounded the tall walls. And several hundred battle crazed orcs rushed from the keep, crashing into the center of King Cassius's army, heavily outnumbered they were quickly encircled by the superior force; albeit they fought down to the last child. Including Tamz'Kuna whom was only eleven at the time already standing at five feet and two inches, and already a tough fighter in her own right not that she stood a chance against any real combatants; it was in a melee between her father and King Cassius in which her father lost his life run through the gut with cold steel. The battle at that point had more or less been ended, most of the band lay dead but Tamz' was still alive and angry, as Cassius slayed her father Tamz rushed the King managing to squirm past the two Kingsguard which defended him; a small dagger in hand she managed to drive it slightly into King Cassius from behind. The blade finding a gap in his plate just near the hip, the blade drawing blood and sticking firmly into his side; she quickly found herself knocked unconscious by the armored gauntlet of a Kingsguard.
They were moving to execute the child as no mercy was the call and of course she had attacked the King himself, but Cassius spared her life finding her courage and ability to survive a battle at such a young age admirable. And he took the child with him sparing her life to allow her to work as a servant, and in the King's castle she grew strong and quickly, standing at six foot one by the time she was sixteen. She was unhappy of course to be imprisoned to the people who slaughtered her friends and family, though as she grew she came to understand why it needed to be done; and what kind of man her father was in truth. Considering her rapid growth and adjustment to human custom King.Cassius began to have her trained, his best knights and master-of-arms teaching her to use all manner of weapon; her greatest talent laying with the sword quickly picking up on its use and handling. Able to face three soldiers together by seventeen, fighting in her first battle for Cassius by nineteen in a small skirmish with a rouge lord; as soon as they felled the wall of the treasonous Lord's keep Tamz' Kuna threw herself first roaring with fury into the breach. She killed many men fighting alongside Cassius's own soldiers, her ferocity and skill fast spreading amongst the men whom attended the battle; and so at the conclusion of the fighting King.Cassius knighted Tamz' Kuna. It wasn't until she reached the age of twenty one that she was selected to be one of the Kingsguard, an honor which every knight dreamt of but few ever reached; her actions in saving the King's own son from a stable fire prompting her introduction into the elite guard. Along with her steadily increasing and well renowned skills in combat.
Profession:Kingsguard
Weapons:
-Great-sword
-Thrusting dagger
-One handed warhammer
Appearance:
Personality:Tamz'Kuna is an incredibly loyal and mild mannered orc, her upbringing with humans curving some of the more savage tendencies of her people.
Short Biography:
Other Notes:
Username:Vas Khaleen
Name:Dame.Tamz'Kuna The Tall
Age:28
Height:6'6
Gender:Female
Race:Orc
Origin: Tamz'Kuna was the eldest daughter and only living child of a fierce orc warlord, whom commanded a traveling warband numbering five hundred; three hundred and seventy of those being professional warriors though none in the group were to be trifled with. The band was one of those which made orc human racial tensions all the higher, raiding peaceful towns, villages and eventually taking a small keep which of course called for great celebration on the part of the orc's. Looting the keep they drank and feasted on the supplies within, awakening in the morning to find a great host outside the walls; lead by King Cassius himself with a number close to a thousand and a half. King Cassius was to give no quarter, the band had harassed his people for long enough and they had called for their heads few amongst the group were innocent and all had shared in the plunder of those defeated. Tamz'Kuna's father wouldn't surrender however, nor would he hole up inside of the stone fortress; before Cassius's siege weapons could be readied the heavy oak drawbridge came steadily crashing down across the shallow moat which surrounded the tall walls. And several hundred battle crazed orcs rushed from the keep, crashing into the center of King Cassius's army, heavily outnumbered they were quickly encircled by the superior force; albeit they fought down to the last child. Including Tamz'Kuna whom was only eleven at the time already standing at five feet and two inches, and already a tough fighter in her own right not that she stood a chance against any real combatants; it was in a melee between her father and King Cassius in which her father lost his life run through the gut with cold steel. The battle at that point had more or less been ended, most of the band lay dead but Tamz' was still alive and angry, as Cassius slayed her father Tamz rushed the King managing to squirm past the two Kingsguard which defended him; a small dagger in hand she managed to drive it slightly into King Cassius from behind. The blade finding a gap in his plate just near the hip, the blade drawing blood and sticking firmly into his side; she quickly found herself knocked unconscious by the armored gauntlet of a Kingsguard.
They were moving to execute the child as no mercy was the call and of course she had attacked the King himself, but Cassius spared her life finding her courage and ability to survive a battle at such a young age admirable. And he took the child with him sparing her life to allow her to work as a servant, and in the King's castle she grew strong and quickly, standing at six foot one by the time she was sixteen. She was unhappy of course to be imprisoned to the people who slaughtered her friends and family, though as she grew she came to understand why it needed to be done; and what kind of man her father was in truth. Considering her rapid growth and adjustment to human custom King.Cassius began to have her trained, his best knights and master-of-arms teaching her to use all manner of weapon; her greatest talent laying with the sword quickly picking up on its use and handling. Able to face three soldiers together by seventeen, fighting in her first battle for Cassius by nineteen in a small skirmish with a rouge lord; as soon as they felled the wall of the treasonous Lord's keep Tamz' Kuna threw herself first roaring with fury into the breach. She killed many men fighting alongside Cassius's own soldiers, her ferocity and skill fast spreading amongst the men whom attended the battle; and so at the conclusion of the fighting King.Cassius knighted Tamz' Kuna. It wasn't until she reached the age of twenty one that she was selected to be one of the Kingsguard, an honor which every knight dreamt of but few ever reached; her actions in saving the King's own son from a stable fire prompting her introduction into the elite guard. Along with her steadily increasing and well renowned skills in combat.
Profession:Kingsguard
Weapons:
-Great-sword
-Thrusting dagger
-One handed warhammer
Appearance:
Personality:Tamz'Kuna is an incredibly loyal and mild mannered orc, her upbringing with humans curving some of the more savage tendencies of her people.
Short Biography:
Other Notes:
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I posted.
Jess sat on the back of a tall light brown stallion, a thick coil of rope wrapped tightly about her throat; its end secured to a rather thick branch. Three men standing about the tree each armed with guns of their own, along with her silver plated revolvers; her hands bound behind her back by the wrists with rope as well a small two inch knife sliding across the rope slowly cutting into it. Her lips lifted up into an unworried smirk, a fourth unarmed man standing to the left of the large horse had his hands over his head being held at gunpoint by one of the three would be hangers; the leader of the tiny band raising his voice up while staring at Jess.
"You won't be getting away this time, any last words?"
She turned her head squinting softly into the suns setting rays, looking as if she was in deep thought; looking back towards the man to her left then at the leader of the group. Raising her own voice her southern accent obvious and well fitting her appearance, wearing simple steel toed boots, a pair of brown pants, a white button up dotted with muck and a leather sleeveless vest which buttoned in the center.
"Well shit, Jose I never was much of a poet."
The man unamused by her calm demeanor and lack of fear began to count down from three, his unoccupied second raising his hand just over the hind quarters of the horse ready to send it running off and Jess to a short drop and her death, but as soon as he got to three the man with the gun to his head suddenly burst into action. Grasping the barrel of the pistol against his head and twisting it towards the holder, his instinct to pull the trigger leading to his own death; exactly as she managed to slice through her bonds. The man to her left tossing the pistol quickly into her open hand, with a single pull of the trigger the leader of the group hit the ground; his blood spraying from the wound in a light mist. The final captor firing two rounds into Jess' accomplice the stallion bolting from beneath her causing the rope to constrict around her throat, body swinging wide straight into the final man; Jess rapidly wrapped her legs around his upper torso pressing the pistol into his skull and reliving him of his brain.
Her body of course still hung from the tree, dropping the gun and grasping at the extended rope trying to slice through the thick rope with the tiny blade; grunting and kicking her feet around in an attempt to catch the tree trunk, her motions getting slower and slower as her face went red. The knife slipping from her grasp as her arms dropped, head slouching as she lost consciousness; swinging slowly in the breeze before the rope gave way its fibers unable to hold her full weight as she had sliced almost half way through the rope. Jess' body hitting the ground with a solid thud, the noose still coiled around her throat though no longer choking her; her lungs expanding to welcome the air eyes bolting open as she sat up looking around at the bodies around her. Standing slowly, leaning against the tree as she pulled the rope off her neck its tightness having left rope burn all the way around her neck; Lily walked over to the former leader and pulled both her revolvers from his gun belt. The silver plating glinting in the sun as she tucked them under her arms, grasping her Winchester from where it balanced against the tree; sitting down with her back pressed to its thick trunk closing her eyes for a moment the rifle cradled in her arms.
"You won't be getting away this time, any last words?"
She turned her head squinting softly into the suns setting rays, looking as if she was in deep thought; looking back towards the man to her left then at the leader of the group. Raising her own voice her southern accent obvious and well fitting her appearance, wearing simple steel toed boots, a pair of brown pants, a white button up dotted with muck and a leather sleeveless vest which buttoned in the center.
"Well shit, Jose I never was much of a poet."
The man unamused by her calm demeanor and lack of fear began to count down from three, his unoccupied second raising his hand just over the hind quarters of the horse ready to send it running off and Jess to a short drop and her death, but as soon as he got to three the man with the gun to his head suddenly burst into action. Grasping the barrel of the pistol against his head and twisting it towards the holder, his instinct to pull the trigger leading to his own death; exactly as she managed to slice through her bonds. The man to her left tossing the pistol quickly into her open hand, with a single pull of the trigger the leader of the group hit the ground; his blood spraying from the wound in a light mist. The final captor firing two rounds into Jess' accomplice the stallion bolting from beneath her causing the rope to constrict around her throat, body swinging wide straight into the final man; Jess rapidly wrapped her legs around his upper torso pressing the pistol into his skull and reliving him of his brain.
Her body of course still hung from the tree, dropping the gun and grasping at the extended rope trying to slice through the thick rope with the tiny blade; grunting and kicking her feet around in an attempt to catch the tree trunk, her motions getting slower and slower as her face went red. The knife slipping from her grasp as her arms dropped, head slouching as she lost consciousness; swinging slowly in the breeze before the rope gave way its fibers unable to hold her full weight as she had sliced almost half way through the rope. Jess' body hitting the ground with a solid thud, the noose still coiled around her throat though no longer choking her; her lungs expanding to welcome the air eyes bolting open as she sat up looking around at the bodies around her. Standing slowly, leaning against the tree as she pulled the rope off her neck its tightness having left rope burn all the way around her neck; Lily walked over to the former leader and pulled both her revolvers from his gun belt. The silver plating glinting in the sun as she tucked them under her arms, grasping her Winchester from where it balanced against the tree; sitting down with her back pressed to its thick trunk closing her eyes for a moment the rifle cradled in her arms.
Imma wait for everyone else before I go again.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
is this still open??
Nevermind just saw the openings, character creation underway.
Nevermind just saw the openings, character creation underway.
Anyone else want to post before i throw another one out?
Technological advances as well, weapons tech and such.
Interested! However, just wondering if the OOC will include lore and a larger backstory as to how this occurred?
Interested and same question.
@Vas Khaleen Good luck! Trailers can be harder to build than people think.
Also, here's to hoping Vamyr doesn't get himself gutted for insulting a ladies face.
She isn't that touchy, thankfully for you; im going to give everyone else a chance to throw something out before i post again though.
Name:Jess Bell
Age:27
Gender:Female
Bio:Jess was a simple girl before the war broke out, living in Russelville, Alabama; learning at a young age how to live in the woods by herself and hunt the war took both her brothers and sickness her parents leaving her to strike out across the fallen country alone. Lily decided to travel out across the nation, taking an old west moniker for herself brashly displaying her silver plated revolvers anywhere she went; more oft than not getting herself into tricky spots forcing her to become quite a good improvisor. Escaping a hanging, two different imprisonments and several tight relationships, truly thriving in the anarchy that consumed most of the world; becoming quite a self-serving individual in response to the horrors.
Personality:Suave,self-interested,independent,freedom loving
Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1:1840 Navy Colt .44 cal silver plated
-Weapon 2:1851 Griswold .45 cal silver plated revolver
-Weapon 3:Winchester 1894 .30-.30 cal
-Weapon 4:12 inch combat knife, single edge serrated back.
-Clothing:
-Steel toed leather boots
-Worn blue jeans
-button up white shirt
-Items:
-Field medic kit (sewing thread and needle, bandages, one morphine shot, medical saw.)
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Role:Survivor, degenerate, gunslinger, robber, general chaotic neutral.
Bio is short but i plan to reveal more of her past through the roleplay, story telling style.
Age:27
Gender:Female
Bio:Jess was a simple girl before the war broke out, living in Russelville, Alabama; learning at a young age how to live in the woods by herself and hunt the war took both her brothers and sickness her parents leaving her to strike out across the fallen country alone. Lily decided to travel out across the nation, taking an old west moniker for herself brashly displaying her silver plated revolvers anywhere she went; more oft than not getting herself into tricky spots forcing her to become quite a good improvisor. Escaping a hanging, two different imprisonments and several tight relationships, truly thriving in the anarchy that consumed most of the world; becoming quite a self-serving individual in response to the horrors.
Personality:Suave,self-interested,independent,freedom loving
Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1:1840 Navy Colt .44 cal silver plated
-Weapon 2:1851 Griswold .45 cal silver plated revolver
-Weapon 3:Winchester 1894 .30-.30 cal
-Weapon 4:12 inch combat knife, single edge serrated back.
-Clothing:
-Steel toed leather boots
-Worn blue jeans
-button up white shirt
-Items:
-Field medic kit (sewing thread and needle, bandages, one morphine shot, medical saw.)
-
Role:Survivor, degenerate, gunslinger, robber, general chaotic neutral.
Bio is short but i plan to reveal more of her past through the roleplay, story telling style.
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