[OOC] Dead Roleplay, Ignore

[EchoicChamber]

@bmxbrat484 Yep! Anyone in the ash is welcome to interact with Dawn, if you're open to interaction with a squishy mentalist. c:

[bmxbrat484]

@bmxbrat484

Do we work on the post together, or do we post separately? I'm asking because I am currently working a post right now.

@Claw2k11

You do you, I was going to have Eira wander around the Waste as she has a tendency to do when Aran doesn't task her with something.. Wasn't sure when you would be online heh ^^" If you want me in your post, feel free to put me there. I'll respond however Eira would respond. Also, if you have any ideas of where you want me at a specific time during the RP, PM me your idea

[Sketcher]

Lucas Hunt

Nicknames
Luke

Age
19

Gender
Male

Gift
Description
Lucas' gift allows him to travel out of the space he is and into any point within a fifteen meter radius.

Limits
He can use three jumps consecutively without much taxation, but any more than that begins to wear him out. With a few seconds of gaps, he can jump without any extreme exertion.

Quirks
When he jumps, he can carry with him a total of 100 kilograms, allowing him to carry his gear, clothes, loot, and if needed, people.

Loyalty
Formerly Mercenary
Currently N/A

Drawings

Lucas

TBA

Personality
Lucas is generally cautious when talking to people he doesn't know, but this caution doesn't keep him from being outgoing. He values friendship and companionship above all, a trait he gained while he was working as a mercenary in a group. While he has been roughened by the harsh wastelands, he doesn't appear to be very pessimistic. He can appear a bit happy-go-lucky, as he can be aloof even in combat, a result of his confidence in his own abilities.

Skills
Lucas is a skilled close quarters combatant, shining most with short swords and knives.
He's quite athletic and acrobatic, since he fulfilled the role of nimble member in any given job when he was younger, and simply stuck to that.

Weaknesses
His ability gives him no offensive edge other than mobility, leaving him at a critical disadvantage against tank-type Gifted.

Brief History
Lucas was raised in a mercenary group's base of operations from near-birth. He didn't have a concept of biological parentage for a long time, growing up with a bunch of people that he would have had nothing to do with if his parents weren't at the wrong place at the wrong time. When he had reached the age of four, he started to participate in non-violent jobs, or rather he started to take non-violent roles in jobs due to his ability and size, two things that gave him an edge in thefts and subterfuges. He didn't know what he was doing half the time, but did it anyway. When he started to grow older, the rest of the group started teaching him how to use weapons. The leader of the group taught him how to use knives so that Lucas could function as an assassin for the group, killing and getting out quickly without anyone noticing. After that point, that violent life style became the norm for him. The value he gave to the faceless lives he'd taken were nothing compared to the value he gave to the praise he received from his family. Around the time he turned twelve, he returned from a job with their HQ emptied and stripped clean of any valuables. There were some neatly spread blood all around, but there was no other sign of conflict. Everyone was simply gone.

For about a week, Lucas waited in the building, expecting them to return, but to no avail. Eventually, a group of raiders came to the building to find a starving Lucas. While they might have ended up saving his life that day, there are very few benevolent men and women in the wastes. Similarly to what happened with his previous family, he would be used and discarded if need be. This time, however, it was the other way around. After a couple of years with the raiders, relatively poor at manipulating people, Lucas got tired of the gratuitous killing. Not because it was immoral, rather because he was annoyed by it. One night, he cleared the raiders' camp quietly, like he'd done so many times before. With his short sword covered in blood, Lucas left the camp to wander around, meet new people and make new friends, now that his previous families were all gone.

Other
He carries two curved short swords and a single pistol with him as weaponry. He has a mostly empty bag used for carrying loot, as well as a gas mask for certain places in the wasteland.

Art credit to saltycatfish, and some of my own stuff

[EchoicChamber]

@Sketcher Lucas is approved!

[bmxbrat484]

Nevermind, pretend this post doesn't exist..

[EchoicChamber]

@bmxbrat484 Hmmm?

[bmxbrat484]

I typed something but then edited it to delete it lmao. Never knew I would get so annoyed about the lack of a delete function.. Unless there is one and I'm just dumb and don't see it hehe

ALSO, this quote sums up why my character switches from 1st to 3rd person xD I thought it up on-the-spot and am quite proud of myself (even though it's probably been done before.. x.x"

"The body is Eira but the mind is not. The mind is me."

The mind and body are separate entities to Eira, the mind doesn't have a name (and may never, haven't decided). When referring to the body i.e. "Eira needs to touch" "Eira is hungry", it will be 3rd person. When talking about mental stuff i.e. "I think" "I want", it will be in 1st.. does that make sense?

[EchoicChamber]

@bmxbrat484 Ah, I gotchu. And that's a very interesting concept you're using with Eira- especially with the swap between 1st and 3rd person depending on if it's mental or physical.

[bmxbrat484]

I literally feel like someone should write a book based on Eiras concept xD

[bmxbrat484]

WAiting for Conch so I can finish up the last line in my IC post, jsut an FYI
@Conch Shell VII@EchoicChamber@Claw2k11

[Magister]

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Full Name: N/A

Nicknames/Aliases: Lazarus, Butcher Of The Bulge, Brigadier.

Age: N/A

Gender: Male

Gift: Regeneration

Loyalty: To whom he pledges himself, ultimately, his ethics.

Description: Lazarus sports the workman's cut of a bygone age, much like his choice of dress. Astride his shoulders he wears a military jacket fashioned after a long, long defunct fighting force, black with red trim. Below, a pair of tailored military fatigues, black, reminiscent of drainpipe trousers, rolled above a pair of black wingtip boots. His face is a strong jawline, below robust cheekbones and a skin tone that hints at roots within this country despite his roots beyond the pond.

Personality: Flippancy and utter seriousness, humor and judgement, his personality is tempered by who is is, and the person he is surely to become.

Skills: He is a talented small united tactician, with martial prowess that clearly indicate an innate gift. Often, his deductive skills are ignored in favour of 'the moment', an abstract idea he seems most enamoured with.

Weaknesses: His weakness lies in his attitude toward surviving, and his compassion towards the weak.

Brief History: He is a man out of time. Months of wandering have lend a larger context to his particular condition, but have not given him answers. In light of this, he chose to seek his own fortunes, rather than dwell on this mystery for much longer. Life is an adventure to some, but an eternity to him. It would be redundant to question his circumstances.

Other: Found, and is currently making use of a record-player he happened upon.

[EchoicChamber]

@Magister Approved!

[Hyro]

@bmxbrat484

Edit3: Just saw Drake.. Tall, lanky, also Eiras type. Age don't matter xD

Oh boy, that should be interesting. xD I'm all for some unwanted attention for my boy, haha.
Just don't get your hopes up, Eira. I don't think Drake's scouring the ashlands in search of "the one" lol.

[bmxbrat484]

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Oh boy, that should be interesting. xD I'm all for some unwanted attention for my boy, haha.
Just don't get your hopes up, Eira. I don't think Drake's scouring the ashlands in search of "the one" lol.

@Hyro

She's an emotionally detached nympho there is no 'the one' with her x'D

[Hyro]

She's an emotionally detached nympho there is no 'the one' with her x'D

@bmxbrat484

Cue an awkward Drake who grew up around dudes and is not emotionally prepared for this. xD
Oml, it should be interesting though, haha.

[bmxbrat484]

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Cue an awkward Drake who grew up around dudes and is not emotionally prepared for this. xD
Oml, it should be interesting though, haha.

@Hyro

"You are quite strange, young one. I believe Eira would like to engage with you."

Pickup line of the frikin century.

[Magister]

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Full Name: N/A

Nicknames/Aliases: Lazarus, Butcher Of The Bulge, Brigadier.

Age: N/A

Gender: Male

Gift: Regeneration

Loyalty: To whom he pledges himself, ultimately, his ethics.

Description: Lazarus sports the workman's cut of a bygone age, much like his choice of dress. Astride his shoulders he wears a military jacket fashioned after a long, long defunct fighting force, black with red trim. Below, a pair of tailored military fatigues, black, reminiscent of drainpipe trousers, rolled above a pair of black wingtip boots. His face is a strong jawline, below robust cheekbones and a skin tone that hints at roots within this country despite his roots beyond the pond.

Personality: Flippancy and utter seriousness, humor and judgement, his personality is tempered by who is is, and the person he is surely to become.

Skills: He is a talented small united tactician, with martial prowess that clearly indicate an innate gift. Often, his deductive skills are ignored in favour of 'the moment', an abstract idea he seems most enamoured with.

Weaknesses: His weakness lies in his attitude toward surviving, and his compassion towards the weak.

Brief History: He is truly a man out of time. Months of wandering have lend a larger context to his particular condition, but have not given him answers. In light of this, he chose to seek his own fortunes, rather than dwell on this mystery for much longer.

Other: Found, and is currently making use of a record-player he happened upon.

Hider

Full Name: Roderic Alder Mayberry Montana

Nicknames/Aliases: Lazarus.

Age: 198

Gender: Male

Gift: Regeneration

Loyalty: His Morals

Description: Montana stands at 5'10, built with compact, functional muscle. His iris is indistinguishable from the pupil. His hair is medium length, black, and always swept behind the ears.

Wears a European cut suit, covered by a grey, form fitting overcoat. Favours a wide brimmed hat.

His face remains youthful despite his advanced age, as does his body, due to the nature of his gift. Perhaps those of a keener eye could discern his age by the look that lingers in his eyes.

Personality: Distant, subdued, with moments of keen interest. Perhaps a bit whimsical in a nostalgic way


Skills: Talented in Martial Arts and Weapons training, with experience that spans over a century.

Experience in a variety of combat, espionage, and tactical situations.

Very perceptive, relying on logic and deduction.

None of this has mattered for quite some time.

Weaknesses: His dispassion can be used to take him by surprise.


Brief History: Montana's history spans nearly two centuries. None of this has mattered for quite some time.

Briefly resurrected his Mercenary company after the Gifted Human War. It is now defunct but some of its members, or children of members may still roam the Ashland.

Other: Most of those who are old enough to remember are long dead, and the few who recall use names he's long abandoned.

[EchoicChamber]

@Magister Approved!

[ScoundrelQueen]

You wait one week to join, and suddenly you're a million + 9 things behind and all you wanna do is cry.

So, hullo! I am Cami. Or Scoundrel. Or "That bitch who ought to mind her own business." Really, it heavily depends upon the day. I've been romping about this world with Echo and Co. for a hot minute, so I'll probably be adding several little beasts soonish.

But hullo (: Please message me because I like backstories <3

[bmxbrat484]

You wait one week to join, and suddenly you're a million + 9 things behind and all you wanna do is cry.

So, hullo! I am Cami. Or Scoundrel. Or "That bitch who ought to mind her own business." Really, it heavily depends upon the day. I've been romping about this world with Echo and Co. for a hot minute, so I'll probably be adding several little beasts soonish.

But hullo (: Please message me because I like backstories <3

@ScoundrelQueen

_{I love you be my best friend}

Welcome! :)