VKAllen

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

I am also able to come back.

Race to the Sky

Everett Goldencross

Name: Everett Goldencross
Age: 36
Appearance:



"How about we try talking, first of all?" The frames of his perfectly prismic; translucent glass gleamed by the ray of sunlight from the stained, round window that arched the temple. "Charm them with festivities, good food and plain old niceties to soften their anxiousness?" A leather-wrapped index finger adjusted the bridge of his frames that hid the chilling blue sapphires behind it. "Or... I'll do it myself. Its quieter to move as one as opposed to a group." He swayed his head as to adjust the slivery, chipped and stacked peanut hair. Cloaked in brass-lined blue coat was an intricate insignia of a cross within a gear-like halo made of pure gold was pinned carefully by the left collar. Hung by one of the gear's teeth was a gold chain bearing a shard of blue crystal. He stood up, almost as tall as the 6 and a half foot grandfather clock that let out a piercing cry behind him. "Don't worry. I'll do any job at my best. You don't need to doubt that. So long as you can keep your end of the deal too." He slid those leathery-wrapped hand and his phone into the slits of his dark trousers as he walked past the group of men behind him. Dead men.

Personality:
Everett loves to be as imaginative, independent and conscientious as much as possible. He does function well in groups and excels most when he's able to work on his own. Due to his often friendly tone, he has and will create a lot of acquaintances.

History:
He hailed from Falcon's Peak. An uncharted part of the world which everyone tends to get lost in. This too affected Everett. Ever since he left Falcon's Peak, he could never come back. Most of his past was also taken from him when he left-- as if amnesiac and all that was is his muscle memory and his name. Everett Goldencross. He traveled his days in the world as a hired mercenary and muscle. For many years had he done a great job handling all kinds of weapons-- which now brought him to his current occupation; an assassin. An assassin of what? Well, whomever has enough money and hate. Basically. For ten years he did contract jobs and the like until recently he caught wind of a certain Tower capable of granting any wish that one desired and immediately felt a longing inside of his soul for his home. Why had he left? Who is he truly? He spent what is necessary to get himself by the footsteps of the Tower in order to obtain what he once lost.

Abilities: None (To Be Confirmed with GM)

Inventory: None

Race to the Sky

@VKAllen@Blight Bug Just slap on some hiders and you're both accepted.

@Juro

Done. Shall I move it to the Character Tab?

Race to the Sky

@VKAllen I think we have some sort of misunderstanding. I mentioned in the concept thread that everyone would start as normal human beings and what I meant by that is that you've come from earth. This is just me asking for a minor edit in regards to the mention of magic in Everett's history.

@Juro

I'll fix it soon.

EDIT;

Fixes made. Origin a little more vague.

Race to the Sky

Everett Goldencross

Name: Everett Goldencross
Age: 36
Appearance:



"How about we try talking, first of all?" The frames of his perfectly prismic; translucent glass gleamed by the ray of sunlight from the stained, round window that arched the temple. "Charm them with festivities, good food and plain old niceties to soften their anxiousness?" A leather-wrapped index finger adjusted the bridge of his frames that hid the chilling blue sapphires behind it. "Or... I'll do it myself. Its quieter to move as one as opposed to a group." He swayed his head as to adjust the slivery, chipped and stacked peanut hair. Cloaked in brass-lined blue coat was an intricate insignia of a cross within a gear-like halo made of pure gold was pinned carefully by the left collar. Hung by one of the gear's teeth was a gold chain bearing a shard of blue crystal. He stood up, almost as tall as the 6 and a half foot grandfather clock that let out a piercing cry behind him. "Don't worry. I'll do any job at my best. You don't need to doubt that. So long as you can keep your end of the deal too." He slid those leathery-wrapped hand and his phone into the slits of his dark trousers as he walked past the group of men behind him. Dead men.

Personality:
Everett loves to be as imaginative, independent and conscientious as much as possible. He does function well in groups and excels most when he's able to work on his own. Due to his often friendly tone, he has and will create a lot of acquaintances.

History:
He hailed from Falcon's Peak. An uncharted part of the world which everyone tends to get lost in. This too affected Everett. Ever since he left Falcon's Peak, he could never come back. Most of his past was also taken from him when he left-- as if amnesiac and all that was is his muscle memory and his name. Everett Goldencross. He traveled his days in the world as a hired mercenary and muscle. For many years had he done a great job handling all kinds of weapons-- which now brought him to his current occupation; an assassin. An assassin of what? Well, whomever has enough money and hate. Basically. For ten years he did contract jobs and the like until recently he caught wind of a certain Tower capable of granting any wish that one desired and immediately felt a longing inside of his soul for his home. Why had he left? Who is he truly? He spent what is necessary to get himself by the footsteps of the Tower in order to obtain what he once lost.

Abilities: None (To Be Confirmed with GM)

Inventory: None

Tower of God - Inspired RP - Concept and Interest Thread

@The One I'll say around 14?

@Juro

The perfect hormonal age for reckless mischiefs.

I'd be playing an older character. 'round 35.

Tower of God - Inspired RP - Concept and Interest Thread

Great to hear the premise.

Tower of God - Inspired RP - Concept and Interest Thread

I'll also put my interest in.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Shattered Heaven (JoJo Fan RP. Looking for Players!)

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That is all.

Have fun!

Tiniest Empires: The Miniwars [Wargaming Miniatures the NRP]

Raynor's Raiders

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"We're getting powerful reading from the plate, boss. Not even joking. Its like you're meant to feed from it. I mean, look at how huge this plate is!" The hulk of a man stood gazing down upon the earthy mane of a man; his teeth gently clenching a freshly cut and lit cinnamon and mint cigar with an appearance akin to 'fascinated'.

"Well I'd be damned." His hands gripped the waistline feeling as though the pants were a little loose. "See if we could get it hooked up to some makeshift transformers. Bagel!" The stout posture stepped aside to gain the attention of a woman-- who always seemed to be drenched in sweat and oil in those ushanka, corset and baggy jeans. "The SCVs figured something out yet?" He gently spoke to the blondie Bagel-- face swirling with quite the enthusiasm to see the man.

"Yes Charles!" Her voice croaked and squeaky as she fist bumped into the air with an open, charming grin. "They're working on getting them built and distributed." As she returned to both of her feet on solid ground; Charles' citrine scopes eyed upon a strange flying vehicle he did not recognised. "We've also began to construct several makeshift shelters to attend the citizens and provide reasonable protection for our infantry. Until we can get to generating crystals and vespene, I'm afraid these will have to do for now." The vehicle in which he spotted had immediately left the vicinity of the Kitchen where they resided-- atop the counter to the west and well spread towards the shelves where Ghosts and Liberators were stationed.

"Thank you kindly, Harry. Go on and back to helping them out. I've wasted enough of your time-- Don't want those transformers be late!" Laughter followed Charles' voice as the engineer dismissed herself and returned to her duties.

"Got word from the Ghosts, boss. Unknown flying troop transport vehicle spotted from the North. Ain't seen nothing like that for a Protoss ship. Definitely not Zerg either." He took a moment to enjoy his cigar before releasing the smoke from his mouth.

"I saw it comin'. Looked like one of our Battlecruisers, but too small for it to handle us if it wanted trouble. Send a Banshee squad after it. Tell them Covert Operations only. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary. Hell, I'd prefer you retreat to avoid senseless deaths." He surveyed the area before him-- filled with Marines and Marauders patrolling about the counter settling down fortified positions around key areas of the sector where it could be defended best. Siege Tanks positioned themselves behind space marines who dug themselves in between a crossover towards the East as they prepared for a potential conflict with a primitive tribe that Charles will have to negotiate with sometime soon.

Orders were sent out to the Banshee teams.

The Banshees took flight, one squad following the LAAT that visited the Sector and others followed to the other Sectors. With active camouflage, they should be able to pass without alerting enemies.