I suspect if this thing goes well there will be a lot of moving around. I don't see how an RP like this would avoid a good adventure. @TheRealCrow character, Rich Damsey, has an interesting "Other" that has potential of developing into something fun and that's just one part of the story.
Wants to establish a new government and rebuild more than anything.
Oh yeah I did haha I'm so tired today. Your background was really interesting to read if that makes up for me being stupid LOL Yes. Put it in the character tab.
Name: Lokki (he dubbed himself), Loco (what people actually call him); real name undisclosed Age: 33 Gender: Male Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic Weapons (Don't go crazy): Gerber Mark II combat knife, Ruger Blackhawk .41 Magnum, shoulder-held rocket launcher with no ammunition Skills: Can pick locks, recognizes worth of various items, basic survivalist skills like setting up a fire, finding shelter and taking care of minor injuries. Has decent knowledge in setting up various traps. Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: None Appearance: Wears an Adidas track suit, coat made of fur, rubber boots, deep rubber gloves, jester hat and goggles. Slim, not particularly muscular or strong. Stands at 5'10 (175cm) and actually wishes he was shorter so he could be more agile. Brief Personality: Very intelligent and humorous. Due to long time spent in solitude he went slightly insane which, along with his positive appearance and attitude, makes him charismatic. Nevertheless, he is sly and is ready to back-stab anyone for his personal gain. Background(Please reveal your current location):
Lokki was brought up in a wealthy family of three, him included, and lived in a large mansion in Los Angeles through most of his childhood. From early age he showed great potential and signs of extraordinary intelligence. At a very early age he would play with puzzles, chess and various memory games instead of classic toys most kids his age were into back then. His father, a successful doctor, had little time to spend with his son due to work but held great expectations for the young boy often referring to him as his protégé and future doctor. He was never interested in such things, however. Instead, he would see himself enjoying life to its fullest. Worry-free, laid back and peaceful life is all the boy wished for. When Lokki was 6 he started Elementary school and very quickly adapted, rising to the top of the class and making friends thanks to his wit. He didn’t spend a lot of time studying as he did learning on his own things he was interested in like philosophy, psychology, history and geography, to name a few, but he was always among the best in his classes simply from closely paying attention in class. Although many would see him as a nerd due to his successes at education he was never picked on. He wasn’t popular but many people knew him. He was social, interesting to talk to and funny to his peers, but in sort of a mature way for his age rather than being a class clown. No one actually minded his company. He was also very clever and he had a natural gift of tricking people into succumbing to his wishes which would often make him doubt his own goodness. This sort of thinking made him read psychology and ethics. Although it initially intrigued him as a philosophical question of right and wrong he would soon plunge deeper into the study of the mind making him even more convincing in his newly found art. He was paying close attention to the politics at age of 10 when things were rapidly becoming more and more chaotic and the world was falling into a global crisis. Only two years later, shortly after his 12th birthday, first bombs would start flooding the skies and raining upon his country over the unsuspecting citizens of west coast USA. Most people were at work when all hell broke loose. Luckily, Lokki found himself in his home at the time when the nuclear alert went off across the city. He had no other choice but to hide in the basement his father showed him a few months back in case of emergency. It was an old, dusty and damp place build during the 1950s by previous owners of the house during the Cold War. Who knew such a place would come in handy one day for the new settlers.
He grabbed all the food he could carry from the fridge, blankets, clothes and any source of entertainment he could find with him and sealed the entrance behind him. He knew nothing of his parents, their whereabouts or their fate, but knew he had no other choice but remembering his father’s instructions and bolting himself shut in the shelter under their home. Lokki would from then on be alone with his thoughts, locked in a prison that ironically keeps him safe from harm. He spent his days in the shelter day dreaming about what may have happened to his parents, his friends, his city. Days flew by, and he would at times be optimistic and at other times he would be full of anger, bitterness was eating him alive from the inside and he had nothing else to do but watch his own mind betray him and fall into chaos, collapsing under its own weight of sorrow and resentment. The safe haven was turning into an asylum. Just when the boy was on the edge, doing his daily routine of being tantric and bashing things as a way to cope with his feelings, he discovered an old dusty magazine under one of the cabinets that were in the room. He brushed off the soot only to read the title of this strange paper – “Journey into Mystery”. It was an old comic book from 1962 that the boy would read through every night before sleep, cover to cover. That one lonely number of the magazine gave him a shred of hope and his imagination that he had felt as a child resurfaced again. He would eventually forget all about his parents and rather start fantasizing about the good life as he always used to before the catastrophe. Reading his favorite comic book the boy grew fond of a character in it. Oddly enough it was not the hero of the series but rather the villain. The story of Lokki, the trickster god, trapped in a tree coping with his feelings captured the boy’s attention as he noticed the striking similarity between the two. From then on he would take up the character’s name and call himself by it, forgetting his old life. He was ready to leave his shell and enter the new world as a new person.
He grabbed a backpack with some food, water and the comic book that turned his life around, put on a gas mask he had found in one of the cabinets and set off into the unknown. Once the boy got out, he found that the city he once knew was now ruble and the once beautiful sunny Californian sky turned into a hellish red nightmare that sent chills down his spine. He did not flinch to the horrifying scene and set out on his merry way. He had no particular goal other than finding other people. For days he would walk with his little backpack on his tiny shoulders, horrified of the eerie landscape that surrounded him for miles. No sun light protruding through the thick clouds, no cool breeze on a hot summer day, just death and destruction all around. After nearly a week of searching he found himself in a small town in east California and there he encountered first people. It was three men and a woman, all four wearing gas masks and armed with heavy backpacks on their backs. He was frightened at first by their appearance but later on it turned out they were scavenging the surrounding. They took Lokki with them to their shelter, a large underground compound built by the government where many people took refuge during the bombings. There was close to 50 people hiding in that network of rooms and long corridors and they seemed to have found some sort of equilibrium living under those harsh conditions. Lokki was “adopted” by this society and he soon learned the word responsibility. Due to the rough life that was the consequence of the war people had strict rules and chores. It was necessary to obey them if the society was to survive. In the early months Lokki had troubles adjusting as he never truly did anything. He was his own authority for the past two years only to become a follower of a foreigner’s rules. His inner trickster would soon resurface as he became agitated by their system of doing things. He would lie, cheat, steal and bribe to get his way around. He managed to live like this for a year before the elders found out what he has been doing, avoiding his chores and threatening the stability of their little community. He was punished with increased labor as a disciplinary action. It worked for a while, however, the old habits die hard. He would resume his mind games with the society causing disruption of their common way of life. No one actually knew what was going on and for the next two years he was the grand puppeteer in his little playground. People started working for him without even realizing it, he would steal food then re-sell it to the person he stole it from for a greater price. He wreaked havoc all around especially against people that irritated him. The interesting part of his persona was the fact that he hid his true motives and thoughts to himself and hid them skillfully behind a facade of happiness and humor. He would occasionally appear nutty which was partly due to his past experience living alone for two years and partly act, over-emphasizing his handicap to his gain. By the time he was 18 he had managed to devise a network behind everything that went on in the society and he was the man from the shadows that no one even suspected. Unfortunately such games have expiration date as he soon found out. His scheming was uncovered and fearing for his life he stole as much as he could and ran away before they could catch him.
For the next 15 years he would travel the country with a goal of reaching the East Coast, often going off route for various troubles he came across. In his travels he learned new survival tricks, lived off of mugging and tricking people into gaining things and one of the most important things he came to realize was that information was the most luxurious thing in the world. From then on he would pay close attention to any conversation, detail et cetera that he could find useful in the future. Travelling the country far and wide gave him a good insight on the state of things. He met quite a number of people during his 15 years of travel and fooled most of them for whatever caught his attention. He would be rich for a few days then left barefoot the next as if karma was following him around. At some point he was even chased by marauders on vehicles and just when he thought he was done for an unusual luck struck him. He found a shoulder rocket launcher in a middle of nowhere in the mid west US. Scratching his head wondering what it’s doing there, he did not wish to question it, picked it up and shot off a single rocket into a pack of oncoming vehicles. From then on he’s been carrying the damn thing with him calling it his lucky charm, no matter its size. He had run into trouble more times than he can count, mostly as a consequence to his way of conduct rather than running into bad people. In his travels the people would call him Loco, either out of ignorance and mishearing him or because they think it's funny because to them he simply comes off as crazy. Currently he is close to New York City, driving a tricycle with a large basket full of goodies he is interested in trading. Among these things he is carrying a military knife he found in what was once a military base in Texas and a hand gun he cheated off from some guy in a bar in Kentucky in a game of poker.
Alone or with someone?: Alone Other: He has no particular goal in life other than live it for as long as he can and to best of his possibilities. To him, information is the most valued possession.
@Xilaw Can I be you? I assume the writing is actually of good quality, but you never know. All I know is that writing backgrounds gets so boring for me. Personality and appearance I could write for days, but there are so many interesting things you can fit in someone's life, and I never know how to make them sound noteworthy without being over the top.
Well, I've been pondering what to write since yesterday :D and I'm terrible with describing appearance so I just found a photo instead and gave basic outfit. To be honest, I'm not a native English speaker but I think I did my job right as far as grammar goes. Now, as far as quality writing, I'll have other people be the judge. I'd actually like to hear some tips in that regard.
By the way, my usual course of action regarding background is that I split it up in several pieces (usually it's different periods of life, e.g childhood, teenager years, adulthood, etc.), then I think of each part separately whenever I feel like during the day. Once I'm done with the basic idea I put it all together adding more things as I go. And voila. I get a life story of a mentally-ill yet brilliant 33 year-old kleptomaniac.
Name: Lokki (he dubbed himself), Loco (what people actually call him); real name undisclosed Age: 33 Gender: Male Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic Weapons (Don't go crazy): Gerber Mark II combat knife, Ruger Blackhawk .41 Magnum, shoulder-held rocket launcher with no ammunition Skills: Can pick locks, recognizes worth of various items, basic survivalist skills like setting up a fire, finding shelter and taking care of minor injuries. Has decent knowledge in setting up various traps. Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: None Appearance: Wears an Adidas track suit, coat made of fur, rubber boots, deep rubber gloves, jester hat and goggles. Slim, not particularly muscular or strong. Stands at 5'10 (175cm) and actually wishes he was shorter so he could be more agile. Brief Personality: Very intelligent and humorous. Due to long time spent in solitude he went slightly insane which, along with his positive appearance and attitude, makes him charismatic. Nevertheless, he is sly and is ready to back-stab anyone for his personal gain. Background(Please reveal your current location):
Lokki was brought up in a wealthy family of three, him included, and lived in a large mansion in Los Angeles through most of his childhood. From early age he showed great potential and signs of extraordinary intelligence. At a very early age he would play with puzzles, chess and various memory games instead of classic toys most kids his age were into back then. His father, a successful doctor, had little time to spend with his son due to work but held great expectations for the young boy often referring to him as his protégé and future doctor. He was never interested in such things, however. Instead, he would see himself enjoying life to its fullest. Worry-free, laid back and peaceful life is all the boy wished for. When Lokki was 6 he started Elementary school and very quickly adapted, rising to the top of the class and making friends thanks to his wit. He didn’t spend a lot of time studying as he did learning on his own things he was interested in like philosophy, psychology, history and geography, to name a few, but he was always among the best in his classes simply from closely paying attention in class. Although many would see him as a nerd due to his successes at education he was never picked on. He wasn’t popular but many people knew him. He was social, interesting to talk to and funny to his peers, but in sort of a mature way for his age rather than being a class clown. No one actually minded his company. He was also very clever and he had a natural gift of tricking people into succumbing to his wishes which would often make him doubt his own goodness. This sort of thinking made him read psychology and ethics. Although it initially intrigued him as a philosophical question of right and wrong he would soon plunge deeper into the study of the mind making him even more convincing in his newly found art. He was paying close attention to the politics at age of 10 when things were rapidly becoming more and more chaotic and the world was falling into a global crisis. Only two years later, shortly after his 12th birthday, first bombs would start flooding the skies and raining upon his country over the unsuspecting citizens of west coast USA. Most people were at work when all hell broke loose. Luckily, Lokki found himself in his home at the time when the nuclear alert went off across the city. He had no other choice but to hide in the basement his father showed him a few months back in case of emergency. It was an old, dusty and damp place build during the 1950s by previous owners of the house during the Cold War. Who knew such a place would come in handy one day for the new settlers.
He grabbed all the food he could carry from the fridge, blankets, clothes and any source of entertainment he could find with him and sealed the entrance behind him. He knew nothing of his parents, their whereabouts or their fate, but knew he had no other choice but remembering his father’s instructions and bolting himself shut in the shelter under their home. Lokki would from then on be alone with his thoughts, locked in a prison that ironically keeps him safe from harm. He spent his days in the shelter day dreaming about what may have happened to his parents, his friends, his city. Days flew by, and he would at times be optimistic and at other times he would be full of anger, bitterness was eating him alive from the inside and he had nothing else to do but watch his own mind betray him and fall into chaos, collapsing under its own weight of sorrow and resentment. The safe haven was turning into an asylum. Just when the boy was on the edge, doing his daily routine of being tantric and bashing things as a way to cope with his feelings, he discovered an old dusty magazine under one of the cabinets that were in the room. He brushed off the soot only to read the title of this strange paper – “Journey into Mystery”. It was an old comic book from 1962 that the boy would read through every night before sleep, cover to cover. That one lonely number of the magazine gave him a shred of hope and his imagination that he had felt as a child resurfaced again. He would eventually forget all about his parents and rather start fantasizing about the good life as he always used to before the catastrophe. Reading his favorite comic book the boy grew fond of a character in it. Oddly enough it was not the hero of the series but rather the villain. The story of Lokki, the trickster god, trapped in a tree coping with his feelings captured the boy’s attention as he noticed the striking similarity between the two. From then on he would take up the character’s name and call himself by it, forgetting his old life. He was ready to leave his shell and enter the new world as a new person.
He grabbed a backpack with some food, water and the comic book that turned his life around, put on a gas mask he had found in one of the cabinets and set off into the unknown. Once the boy got out, he found that the city he once knew was now ruble and the once beautiful sunny Californian sky turned into a hellish red nightmare that sent chills down his spine. He did not flinch to the horrifying scene and set out on his merry way. He had no particular goal other than finding other people. For days he would walk with his little backpack on his tiny shoulders, horrified of the eerie landscape that surrounded him for miles. No sun light protruding through the thick clouds, no cool breeze on a hot summer day, just death and destruction all around. After nearly a week of searching he found himself in a small town in east California and there he encountered first people. It was three men and a woman, all four wearing gas masks and armed with heavy backpacks on their backs. He was frightened at first by their appearance but later on it turned out they were scavenging the surrounding. They took Lokki with them to their shelter, a large underground compound built by the government where many people took refuge during the bombings. There was close to 50 people hiding in that network of rooms and long corridors and they seemed to have found some sort of equilibrium living under those harsh conditions. Lokki was “adopted” by this society and he soon learned the word responsibility. Due to the rough life that was the consequence of the war people had strict rules and chores. It was necessary to obey them if the society was to survive. In the early months Lokki had troubles adjusting as he never truly did anything. He was his own authority for the past two years only to become a follower of a foreigner’s rules. His inner trickster would soon resurface as he became agitated by their system of doing things. He would lie, cheat, steal and bribe to get his way around. He managed to live like this for a year before the elders found out what he has been doing, avoiding his chores and threatening the stability of their little community. He was punished with increased labor as a disciplinary action. It worked for a while, however, the old habits die hard. He would resume his mind games with the society causing disruption of their common way of life. No one actually knew what was going on and for the next two years he was the grand puppeteer in his little playground. People started working for him without even realizing it, he would steal food then re-sell it to the person he stole it from for a greater price. He wreaked havoc all around especially against people that irritated him. The interesting part of his persona was the fact that he hid his true motives and thoughts to himself and hid them skillfully behind a facade of happiness and humor. He would occasionally appear nutty which was partly due to his past experience living alone for two years and partly act, over-emphasizing his handicap to his gain. By the time he was 18 he had managed to devise a network behind everything that went on in the society and he was the man from the shadows that no one even suspected. Unfortunately such games have expiration date as he soon found out. His scheming was uncovered and fearing for his life he stole as much as he could and ran away before they could catch him.
For the next 15 years he would travel the country with a goal of reaching the East Coast, often going off route for various troubles he came across. In his travels he learned new survival tricks, lived off of mugging and tricking people into gaining things and one of the most important things he came to realize was that information was the most luxurious thing in the world. From then on he would pay close attention to any conversation, detail et cetera that he could find useful in the future. Travelling the country far and wide gave him a good insight on the state of things. He met quite a number of people during his 15 years of travel and fooled most of them for whatever caught his attention. He would be rich for a few days then left barefoot the next as if karma was following him around. At some point he was even chased by marauders on vehicles and just when he thought he was done for an unusual luck struck him. He found a shoulder rocket launcher in a middle of nowhere in the mid west US. Scratching his head wondering what it’s doing there, he did not wish to question it, picked it up and shot off a single rocket into a pack of oncoming vehicles. From then on he’s been carrying the damn thing with him calling it his lucky charm, no matter its size. He had run into trouble more times than he can count, mostly as a consequence to his way of conduct rather than running into bad people. In his travels the people would call him Loco, either out of ignorance and mishearing him or because they think it's funny because to them he simply comes off as crazy. Currently he is close to New York City, driving a tricycle with a large basket full of goodies he is interested in trading. Among these things he is carrying a military knife he found in what was once a military base in Texas and a hand gun he cheated off from some guy in a bar in Kentucky in a game of poker.
Alone or with someone?: Alone Other: He has no particular goal in life other than live it for as long as he can and to best of his possibilities. To him, information is the most valued possession.
Nothing in particular. We laid down a basis for the werewolf. What's next is that I will work on the RP itself once I get back from my trip. I just asked for reassurance that all those who previously declared interest in the RP are still in.
I suppose so. But I'm leaving the city tomorrow for one day. I'm going to visit some friends at their uni so I won't be on at all tomorrow. Sunday or Monday for sure, I will start working on the RP itself. I just need to know people who declared interest are still interested.
