VKAllen

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Lol actually I'm still just waiting for @VKAllen tp make his move. Unless you want her to begin to get away with the stuff??

@Midnight Howl

Problem is @Zen Ego seems to be there. I'm not sure whether or not you'll respond to that and I don't know if I should wait for a clarification from him.

Harvest Moon: BellView Village

Might we continue forth at all or will we need to wait for people's first posts?

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Hekazu, there's not going to be a response from the kobolds? Otherwise I am left with only one reasonable assumption.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Ye could hold your action until there's a response.

Harvest Moon: BellView Village

It turned a little sour towards the end.

Lol.

Harvest Moon: BellView Village

Le Belle Thorne

She would describe spring's 5 am early morning as wet and humid. If it weren't thanks to the night's lingering breeze and the touch of refreshing condensed morning dew she would hate the spring morning. The backyard storage of her home... Green meadows with an upstanding scruffy shed filled with dust and dirt it clouded-- as a lady emerged wheelbarrowing a load of coal towards the forge. Her refined posture and strong arms pushed the cart with little-to-no effort as it arrived shortly by the cold unlit furnace.

She spent the next hour lighting the furnace and preparing for her forge's opening as coals were shoveled in, the anvil was cleaned, the milling contraption was greased and readied with the grinders warmed up and ready to grind. She what seemed to be a complicated start of each day became routine in her hands as the forge was up and ready within 6 and Le Belle quickly entered a cold bath inside of her home and ate breakfast ready for today's duties.

Her usual attire consisted of a low-cut corset reinforced with a cradle-belt below her chest, rolled rubber black pants, a tanned leather sling that wrapped her right arm like a sleeve with a steel-armband and a carpenter's kilt with secured iron-capped work boots. She gazed on her frivolous, long and scarlet hair by the mirror and brought her fingers over her forehead with a hair band and tied them back whilst leaving her own fringe on the side of her face whilst tying a white hood over the hand-strewn hair. She held on to the curiously shaped necklace resting near her cleavage sorrowfully with a long gaze into the mirror as she heard a loving whisper of a male's voice.

"Look how beautiful you look today..."

The ghastly voice faded her face turned to see an empty, lavishly fashioned sofa behind her with sorrowful eyes. His passing could never be forgotten. Her hammer was beside it, leaning over its arm-rest comfortably. Her fingers wrapped itself around the handle silently and returned to her forge as she opened her forge.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

So far as I could see, the only unexpected guest was @Zen ego at the site?

Harvest Moon: BellView Village

*is intimidated by large text walls*

I am going to make my post later.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Zoink ok then.

Everyone else: I am declaring this thread to be full temporarily.

I am also gonna move things along soon.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@VKAllen

ok, she's been updated.

Aeron Khalil

Name: Aeron Khalil
Gender: Female
Furry Species: Jackal
Height: 5’2 not counting ears
5’10 counting ears
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:

Work

’play’

Personality: Fiercely Territorial, Vocal, Lacks a Filter, Loyal, Manipulative
Biography:
Aeron had started off small, took some of her closest friends and essentially formed a gang that would help some of the poorer residents within the Dome. She never wanted money from them, or personal belongings, all she asked for was their loyalty and she promised to continue to protect them the best she could. Over the course of many years however, her little gang grew in size and eventually, she found herself running more of a mob than an average gang.
Despite the change in title however, Aeron never changed how she ran things. As long as people continued to show her loyalty, she continued to protect and be kind, however, if people betrayed her… well that’s a story for another day. As a Jackal, she is fiercely territorial and has no qualms taking care of people who try to encroach on her territory or run any gangs with extreme prejudice.
Due to her work, she’s managed to meet a few people during her growth phase, including John Wolf and Twombly Robertson. She had hired John for a few discrete things she needed to taken care of, Luciel J. Lavandou for some small intimidation tactics against those who encroach on her territory and Twombly was a rather close friend who dabbled in some not so Kosher sales, sales she took full advantage of.

Inventory:

WKW Wilk

Springfield 1911 A1 .45

Throwing knives

Opal Dagger

Gas Mask
Flash Bangs
Ear Protection
Skinning Knife
Various Torture tools

Other:
Theme:
Liar Liar

@Zverda

All good to move to the character tab.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Howdy! This looks neat. I'd like to join.

Dr. Straniero

Name: Felix Lux Straniero
Gender: Male
Furry Species: Coyote

Height: 5’8"
Weight: 127 lbs

Biography: Felix Lux Straniero hails from a far off domed city that very clearly was not content with the present levels of lethality and despair found on this toxic world. Interstate violence, previously near inconceivable with the incredible distances and dangers that span between the domed cities, found new vigour thanks to the work of Dr. Felix Straniero. Dr. Straniero, an aerospace engineer, was put at the helm of a government project to create a “forward defence ballistic missile system.” This system was employed to violently purge particularly large nests of monsters from afar utilizing the latest in missile technology. This was to be the first phase of a plan that ultimately hoped for a cleansing, detoxifying and settlement of the previously uninhabitable wilderness.

It was an expensive endeavour, one which never quite justified its costliness. A series of missile silos were built as an extension of the domed city, and were used to strike at these creature colonies with a variety of warheads. The most successful of these was his A-5 warhead, which was designed to, upon detonation, release chemicals that violently react to those that constitute the atmosphere and yield a maelstrom of incineration. The A-5 warheads were used to great effect to smoke out many monster lairs.

However, the wasteland’s lifeforms, as they soon discovered, make their homes much deeper into the earth than they realized, and are able multiply much more rapidly than expected. While great swathes of the creatures could be exterminated, it was simply not killing enough of them to render colonization viable. Thus the project was, for a time, frozen.

This came to an end when his city-state’s government found itself exchanging blows with a belligerent neighbor, who had repeatedly tried to strong-arm them into many unfavourable deals and treaties through threats and other coercion. Relations hit an all-time low when these adversaries were implicated in a terrorist bombing of a major residential era. Deciding enough was enough, Dr. Straniero’s benefactors put him to work once more. His efforts culminated in the A-15 “Dome Buster” missile. This weapon was designed to first breach the protective casing of a city, then act like an enlarged A-5, essentially turning a targeted domed city into a massive oven. It worked, and their far-off foes were completely annihilated.

Far from being horrified by the execution of his plans, Dr. Straniero was enthralled. He became addicted to his dreams of ever greater destruction. However, through so thoroughly exterminating their foe, he had also at the same time killed his own career: there was no one who dared threaten his city-state now. Further development of his warheads was deemed unnecessary, and the stockpile of A-15s exceeded their expected need. Indeed, some fearfully believe (although erroneously) that they have amassed enough to strike every city on the planet at least once.

Finding his fantasies stymied by seemingly unbreakable peace, Dr. Straniero made his getaway. He donned a hazmat suit, took a briefcase of his notes, hijacked a wasteland rover, and began his search for more clients. His previous employers, as much as they would have liked to, could not track him. With his disappearing into the wasteland, they had only slim prospects of ever catching up with him. This doomsday door-to-door salesman has brought himself to the Watering Hole as part of his latest pitch, where he has arranged a meeting with a particularly interested customer.

Personality: Ironically, Dr. Straniero was first driven by compassion; he genuinely wished to help the race ascend to a new home among the stars, leaving this nightmarish one behind. His rockets were originally intended for an exodus, not extermination. However, residing within his mind were aspects of his younger self. Said younger self found great delight in devising new ways to crush, incinerate, gas, drown, and generally erase entire hives of insects wherever he found them.

Now into adulthood, Dr. Straniero has found himself bigger ants befitting ever bigger magnifying glasses. His old dream of being a saviour to the race died long ago with the realization that it would take centuries for the planet to rebuild itself in such a way where space colonization would be even a faint possibility. Even if the prerequisite material conditions existed, he reasoned, the world would always be too divided and hateful of one another to collaborate in the way required for their very salvation.

Long abandoning any serious stakes in the world and its fate, the Dr. Straniero of today is a free, happy man. He is content living for no purpose but to stomp ever bigger anthills into nothingness. He has no shortage of those who seek his tools of destruction for themselves, and he’s always happy to meet new customers.

With his pleasant, straightforward demeanor, it would be impossible to recognize this as a man responsible for the deaths of thousands of people. He has few worries, knowing that no matter what happens, his tools will continue to exist and be developed upon even after his passing from this world – in other words, his legacy is already cemented.

He is an irrepressible enthusiast for his line of work, and he often finds himself talking about his creations with shiny-eyed wonder. Given the grisly realities of what his creations actually do, some understandably find this a tad strange.

He is readily embarrassed when confronted by the rare few who are aware of his many failures that in fact outnumber his successes. Failures to launch, missiles exploding while still in the silo, and rockets breaking apart mid-air. All of these errors and more have bedevilled his many projects over his years.

Inventory (Insert your Equipment here too):
- Handy dandy briefcase with all (?) of his notes. It’s, of course, locked. Not only does it take two keys, but these two keys are only pre-requisite to allow manipulation of the six-digit code dial that truly keeps it shut. He’s, understandably, protective.
- Gasmask.
- Fancy dark green peacoat and tie.
- Oh, and, all the stuff you’d expect like pants and shoes and socks as well, of course.
- Can’t go around half or even full starkers, y’know.
- A handgun. Nothing fancy, just for self-defence.
- His high-grade sunglasses. He habitually keeps them on his person. Even when he isn’t wearing them, he’s prone to gesticulating with them in hand while explaining things, and also tends to chew their tips when thinking.


Other:
Theme Song.
Hey look, another one!

@Zoink

At this stage I am going to accept. I apologise for the delay, somethoughts were in my mind about the nature of your character, but I decided it should be fine.