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I apologize for my post being so short, but I didn't want to do all the fighting myself. I like back, and forth in my RP.
Flint looked over the wanted poster again, and let out a deep sigh of mild concern. "Gillman, why the hell did it have to be a Gillman? And they have tentacles now? Great." Flint looked up from the slightly torn and beer stained paper. He hated going to Billy's Tavern, but that was where all the "meaty" hits came in. Well, this should be the place. He's supposed to breach around 2am to feed. How do I make sure he breaches for me? Flints train of thought was stopped there, as he began hearing screams off in the distant. He started running towards them, he had to engage the monster before it slunk back into the sea. The people making the screams were priority number two.
He started to get close enough to see orange flickering light through the dark. The closer he got the more he could make out. The Beast was there, but so was someone else. He watched for a few seconds to see what he was about to get himself into. He saw the shadowy figure sling fire into the creature. Was it an elemental? No more time to think, he had to act. He would throw himself on a bed of nails before he gave up his bounty.
The clouds broke, and in the warm bathe of the moon light he could have sworn he saw the smile of fate itself...or a flock of birds. One or the other. He drank it in and felt the air leave his lungs. He gripped Beth as tight as he could, before starting to sprint. Moving as fast as his legs could propel him through the shifting sand, he came upon the beast and threw his wait into him, body checking him to the ground. He looked away from the behemoth for a second to gaze through the wall of fire at the figure. It was a girl, a few inches shorter than even him. He remembers thinking to himself, "huh, she's pretty" just before getting thrown 10 feet by a tentacle that lashed out angrily in all directions.
He started to get close enough to see orange flickering light through the dark. The closer he got the more he could make out. The Beast was there, but so was someone else. He watched for a few seconds to see what he was about to get himself into. He saw the shadowy figure sling fire into the creature. Was it an elemental? No more time to think, he had to act. He would throw himself on a bed of nails before he gave up his bounty.
The clouds broke, and in the warm bathe of the moon light he could have sworn he saw the smile of fate itself...or a flock of birds. One or the other. He drank it in and felt the air leave his lungs. He gripped Beth as tight as he could, before starting to sprint. Moving as fast as his legs could propel him through the shifting sand, he came upon the beast and threw his wait into him, body checking him to the ground. He looked away from the behemoth for a second to gaze through the wall of fire at the figure. It was a girl, a few inches shorter than even him. He remembers thinking to himself, "huh, she's pretty" just before getting thrown 10 feet by a tentacle that lashed out angrily in all directions.
I wish it was, my work is nowhere near that good. I can't into computer art, so I got a guy to do the art for me. That's why it took so long.
Sorry it took me so long. I've been waiting on character art. I guess I'll have to post it unfinished.
Name:
Flint Williams
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Species:
Undead
Appearance:
Exactly like the picture above. He has medium length brown hair, and stands around 5"7'. He's caucasian, and has an average athletic build. His staple feature is his red and creme letterman jacket that's missing a sleeve.
Name:
Flint Williams
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Species:
Undead
Appearance:
Exactly like the picture above. He has medium length brown hair, and stands around 5"7'. He's caucasian, and has an average athletic build. His staple feature is his red and creme letterman jacket that's missing a sleeve.
That's all fine by me. I look forward to it.
I am very interested in this game. I was the guy in the thread on /tg/.
I would like to play a 17 year old boy by the name, Flint Williams. He has been fighting the supernatural solo for a short while, and maybe it hasn't been going well. Perhaps his last adventure was a close call. That could be reason to join a team. His staple feature would be a torn lettermen jacket that's missing a sleeve and medium length brown hair styled sort of like Kurt Russel in Escape from New York. I'm not too sure how combat works as you didn't mention the system, at least I don't think you did, but if it's allowed, a spiked and chained baseball bat would be an appropriate weapon for our young hero. Maybe a sawed off shotgun too if it's not too OP. His supernatural side comes from a voodoo curse put upon his family 100 years ago. None of his family members live past the age of 15. In his case he was run down by a semi truck. When fate takes them they remain dead for only about a month. After that, they rise again, although they appear physically the same. In the moonlight though their true form is reviled. Their body is as decayed as you would expect it to be, and after two years he is now no more than a skeleton. I'll leave the whole "killing an undead" thing up to you as I want the game to be fair, but yeah. He's a skelly.
I would like to play a 17 year old boy by the name, Flint Williams. He has been fighting the supernatural solo for a short while, and maybe it hasn't been going well. Perhaps his last adventure was a close call. That could be reason to join a team. His staple feature would be a torn lettermen jacket that's missing a sleeve and medium length brown hair styled sort of like Kurt Russel in Escape from New York. I'm not too sure how combat works as you didn't mention the system, at least I don't think you did, but if it's allowed, a spiked and chained baseball bat would be an appropriate weapon for our young hero. Maybe a sawed off shotgun too if it's not too OP. His supernatural side comes from a voodoo curse put upon his family 100 years ago. None of his family members live past the age of 15. In his case he was run down by a semi truck. When fate takes them they remain dead for only about a month. After that, they rise again, although they appear physically the same. In the moonlight though their true form is reviled. Their body is as decayed as you would expect it to be, and after two years he is now no more than a skeleton. I'll leave the whole "killing an undead" thing up to you as I want the game to be fair, but yeah. He's a skelly.
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