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Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

"Thanks to his small size, and plot convenience, he landed safely...sorta, and was now free to travel again"

Kek

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Grian Rothfell_

@FamishedPants@Ryofu@Delta44@noodles

What seemed like an eternity crawling a solid stone wall, was only a matter of seconds or minutes. To Grian time really just stopped as soon as a Penguin budged him, then fell over, revealing a man in a penguin costume. Was he not confused he would have probably laughed, but the confusion that took place inside his head could only let him do a weird giggle and a face best described as "WTF". The girl taking his napkin shook him back into reality, and her giggling laugh dissipated the uncomfortable feeling he had. It seems that ultimately he achieved his goal. Little did he know he wouldn't have without the penguin.

Though he gave a furious gaze for the penguin man, he turned back to the girl with a smile. She apologized for keeping them up, but it was quite the other way around. Grian really wanted to apologize for making a bad first impression, mostly because his pride couldn't let his name be associated with a man wearing a penguin suit. Then out of nowhere, another 2 weird figures appeared. Though less mind boggling than the first one, these two seemed to have somehow found the perfect balance between weird outfits and stupid personalities. The first one was overly confident, and spoke in a tone that made Grian want to punch the man in the face. Coming here saying he is a hero and all that. Bullshit Grian though. Especially talking about him knowing the neighbourhood. He would be surprised if that man could find a castle in these parts of town. But what can you really expect from a man confident in his abilities so much he walks like he owns the place.

And the other one was, well, interesting to put it bluntly. Grian frowned as he inspected the boy as he made his introduction, no more than a single sentence, seemingly put together hastily. Probably not a man who needs to greet others on a daily basis. As far as he could tell the boy was a weirdo too, his armor clearly reflecting no taste and a bad sense for armor. Perfect match for Mr Ego. Grian was beginning to think he might have lucked out with the weird kids from Japan and the overly enthusiastic knight commander. After all, they were still better than two self proclaimed heroes with ego problems, a man in a penguin suit, and a probably mentally ill woman who was crying and laughing at the same time. He cursed the day he left that damn Iron Bell barracks. But the clinging of gold in his pocket firmly reminded him he did it because money speaks and...erm wolf howls. He never liked the version with dogs anyways, wolfs are far superior. How come if dogs evolved from wolves, then he wasn't a dogman, huh?

Anyways that was a subject for another day, and another place. Now he just looked the first "hero" who called himself Coren. Thought the man seemed a though guy kinda person, and looked like he wouldn't take a no, Grian took pride in his swordsmanship. After all he trained.almost his whole life. He rested his right hand on his sword's hilt and pointed at the man with his other hand. "I must kindly refuse your offer Mr Coren. Me and my erm... compadre have perfect control of the situation. It is best we part ways before we end up troubling each other with our own business." Grian made sure to articulate the words OUR OWN very clearly so the man could understand him and his intentions. He wasn't sure if the other one would care, or if he'd act up to his own regard. For now he had to go on this Coren's wird for the other one being with him. Not like he cared. Two at best adept swordsman could hardly beat him. But he didn't want to fight in front of a lady, so instead he turned back to the girl and ignored the others for a second. "Don't worry, you are not keeping us up. Me at least. May I know why you are here crying?". He really tried his best to ignore the recent events, but he just couldn't ask the question with a straight face considering the other 3.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

@Pikmin Eye Bob will get another potential enemy. Imagine that abomination animating his armor and being like "Why you punchung yourself mate? Ha? Why you punchin your face?"

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

@FamishedPants Magic:yes

@Heckno12

So savage I cannot describe

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

@FamishedPants thats one helluva CS if I've seen one.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

You guys can introduce yourselves at any time. It's highly unlikely you will ever find a chance to join without being beat up like this one ever again.

@KRIEEEG

Better beleive the man. Just sneakely joining with the guys on robes and sayin you've been there all the way but we were too busy killing each other. Grox is likely to beleive that. The skeleton too. The goblin tho? Eh not so much.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

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Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

@Noodles XD. The fact that I don't know who your character is makes the RP that much better.

And what penguin costume kek

Falling Skies: Tigres Team (Sci-Fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) - High Casual

Probably full of typos, and some places that don't make sense, but I wrote it from phone so ebar with me. Tell me what you think.
MAS coming later today.

My Hider

Name: Frederick Gunar

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Age: 42

Gender: Male

Callsign:"Viking"

Kills: 23 confirmed, 4 uncomfirmed

Psychological Analysis:
Frederick is a very intelligent person, though this statement is often inflated by massive amounts of alcohol, and as such quite observative. He isn't smart by any means, his knowledge of things is pretty limited, but he can learn things very fast, and adopt them even faster and make them habits. This has earned him a place amongst MAS pilots.

He also claims to be a true descendat of vikings, even thought his family was probably never related to the actual barbarians from Earth. Despite this, he beleives in norse gods, and even knows celtic languages.

He has a knack for beverages, often drinking when not supposed to. He follows the golden rule of no booze before driving a MAS, and he sticks to this with his life if need be. But anytime else he usually can be found drunk. Nobody knows why he is such an acoholic, but he seems to be handling it better than anyone else.

Frederick is a kind person, and will go into a lot of trouble to help people he considers close friends. He is easy to be with, as he is very laid back, and usually teh guy telling the jokes and telling stories about bar fights and such. He will often tease people with his tall stature (7 foot) and other things he can think of, often making people angry. But in the end Frederick is very kindhearted and doesn't hold grudges nor wants bad for his comrades. Despite all this, he can be very sentimental, but only between the 10th and 13th beer. It seems he has some things he'd rather keep for himself, but despite these secrets he usually says what he thinks about people.

He is also not the one to take things seriously. He would rather get punished for being drunk than to miss a beer even if he has to go somewhere. He is probably one of those persons who live in a world much more colorful than ours, and such we will never understand them truly

In combat situations Frederick can stay composed in even the most serious cases, and often lightens the mood when he cracks a good joke over comms. A real teamplayer, even more than outside the MAS, you can count on him coming to help you out if you ask. it should be noted that he has a good sense for fighting, and usually finds his way around most problems he encounters on the battlefield. To him the battle is a plain and simple occurance in life, run by a single principle. Shoot them befory they shoot you. His life however is the only think he takes seriously. The will to survive in Frederick is commendable, and he has gotten out of many otherwise lethal situations thanks to it.

Military Record:
Fred lived his whole life as a freelancer, and never really settled down to make a career or get a family. His life was from bar to bar, contract to contract. He used to be a mercenary looking for work. Born in the Krellian Republic, there wasn't much to do for him. But if someone did need a job done they could always find some mercenaries looking for work. Frederick was one of those, he'd say on of the best if you asked him. but life was still rough, and you cannot keep living a well sustained life with nothing more than the armor on you, a trusty axe and a few credits on your account.

So naturally when the news of war arrived to him, he spent all his money on a ticket to get on a shuttle to get to Coalition territory. Not beacuse he had a particular interest in the Coalition, but because it's all he had money for. His hopes were to make a big buck from the war, helping out offical forces on some missions or what not. He got what he wished for, and he was recruited to be part of a high stake assault on a UEE target. The mission went horribly wrong, and his squad got decimated. Enemy squadron of MAS encountered his unit, and moved down every single ne of his comrades. He himself only survived by hiding behind debree, and hiding under the dead bodies laying around him.

After waiting for a week behind enemy lines, starved, thirsty and covered in blood of both enemies and friends luck turned on him and with insane luck, the will to survive and a handful of rocket launchers lying around the battlefield he managed to disable an enemy MAS patrolling in the area. He contacted the Coalition forces for evacuation, and within a few hours he was already off the planet, with a memory he would never forget. His actions proved invaluable to the Coalition thought, and the intel he provided eventually helped them push the UEE back.

It wasn't until a months later, once his nerves settled down that he decided to join the C-MAD program. Ever since the encounter he first met the UEE MAS he knew he wanted to pilot one of those and dish out punishement to the UEE. So after long months of training, and a lot of failures partially because of his age and his constant drunken state he got recruited. He was an incredibly team based personality, and he was quickly recognized once he saved a dozen or so lives. Thought he never gave much acknowledgement to this, even refusing a medal to hide his horrible memories, in due time he was scouted for the Tigres team. He accepted, not only because his life was tied to the coalition army from now, but rather because he wasn't ready to lose people near him ever again.

Equipment: Frederick always carries his trusty axe, as a true Viking should. A couple of nades to easen up though situations, and of course the rifle he used ever since he was a mercenary. He is not very keen on letting any of them ago, including his body armor from when he was left behind UEE lines.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Grian Rothfell_

@Delta44

Grian turned another corner, his eyes shining in the moonlight as he looked around the dusty alleway. Parts of this town weren't exactly the safest, and even to an experienced fighter like him, it could be trouble if he gets assaulted here. But then again, he is the definition of a beast, standing 7 feet tall, covered in thick fur with sharp teeth lined up in his smile. He instinctively grabbed the two swords hanging from his belt as he heard a noise. The leather covered grips firmly adjusted to his paws, and the engrave in the guard lit up from the light that hit it. He slowed down, and took small steps towards the voice whilst holding onto his swords like a fanatic. His ears turned from sdie to side, looking for teh source of the sound, the fur on them waving from the midnight breeze. The massive body moved unlike anything it's size, swiftly darting across the narrow street to the next corner. The origin of the sound became clearer as Grian got closer to the corner. It was someone or something crying closeby. He stopped for a second and took a clsoer look at the crummy houses that lined the street. It took him a second to locate himself, but as soonas he did a light sigh left his lungs in accknowledgement. He was close to the bar, and if a Crier was to be here he could possibly leg it. His body took a fencing pose without his knowing, and his mind was already set for a fight, before he even realized what he was doing.

But as he turned around the corner, swords drawn and ready to strike, Grian only saw a young woman crying on the ground, her face already filled with gleaming tears. He carefully sheated his swords, and his face took up more disappointed look. He listened for anything else, but the only thing he could hear was the light wind catching into the clothes that were hanging above the street. He walked closer to the girl and searched around his pockets for something that could be useful. Soon enough a small nanpking with words sewn into it appeared in his hand, and Grian kneeled down in front of the girl and began speaking to her in a calm voice. "Calm down girl. What are you crying about." It didn't seem like the girl recognized his presence yet so he held the napkin in front of him and spoke up a tiny bit louder, but still with the soft tone as before. "Don't cry now, everything's okay. Here, take this for your tears."