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Name: Lincoln (goes by Linc) Fristen
Age: 22
Appearance:
(Yes, I know, it is an over-popular show, but I really like it.)
Personality: A very quiet, observant guy. He doesn't like new people, but doesn't really have friends to start off with. When you get to know him, he is a good guy. He is laid back, fun, and kinda hard to take situations seriously. He is the comedic relief in most situations if he is comfortable with the person. He doesn't tend to let people have a place in his life, but when he does, he becomes very protective and attached with the person (not like a follower). He can be reckless at times too. Because if traveling around the lands, Linc had to kill many people, and steal many things. At first, killing someone made him cry that night, for hours, remembering their faces. Now, it isn't as bad, but prays to a God that he hopes is still there for forgiveness after the fight is over. Yes, Linc has a soft-side even though he tries to convince himself he doesn't.
Skills: He is very good with guns and swords. Not much to him.
Non-standard Abilities: His mind is an exceptional one. He sees the relationships between the objects in his surroundings, meaning that he can use mostly everything to his advantage in a situation.
Equipment: He carries dual ion-pistols with him, strapped on each side of him for easy access. Also carries dual plasma sword on his back, for close-range combat, or if something goes wrong with his guns. He carries a medium-sized pack that is strapped his back, and the swords attached the the pack. The pack carries very sensitive and vital things, that Linc never discloses to anyone. The armour is in pretty rough shape, and it has seen better days. It is mismatched armour since it has all been salvaged from over the years of traveling. Although, it does serve him well. After all, it is hard to stay out of a fight when your a drifter. Some towns just don't want you.
Bio: Lincoln doesn't have a fond memory of his past, and definitely doesn't like to talk about it. Lincoln's parents were brutally murdered by a bandit group. After the bandits picked Lincoln's shack clean, they adopted him and his sister as their own. He was raised learning how to kill and scavenge.
After many years of raiding and killing, around his teenage years, his bandit-family was killed by some bounty hunters. He managed to escape with his sister, but getting shot in the back of his left shoulder left him weak. He made it to the nearest town, Middleton, and lived their with his sister, recovering and regaining supplies by helping the townspeople out. He never told anyone there of what him and his sister had to do, afraid that they might be kicked out.
When they left after about a year or so, him and his sister roamed the lands, their goal: finding a house and living their happily, away from the troubles of the world. They knew it wouldn't happen. During a scavenging trip, Lincoln and his sister were approached by a Jeep Lightning. In it, we're some bandits, looking for...a good time. His sister was a good target, after all, she was very pretty. The bandits tried robbing them, and not killing them (some bandits still have some good morals, not killing some teens that weren't near their size). Obviously, Lincoln wouldn't let them take his sister, and a firefight started. After a good 10 minutes of back and forth shooting, they finally left. It wasn't worth their time. They'd probably just go find some other girls to rape.
All color left Lincoln's face. His sister...dead. Lincoln's sister had become a mother-figure, taking care of him, sharing some laughs, always being there. And now, looking at her face, covered in blood left Lincoln crying for hours over her body. He buried her where they dreamed of living, away from the bloodshed land. It was a small hill, with a dead tree on top, not surprisingly cut down. After all, wood is a nice thing to have.
The grave lies on the top of that hill, under the tree, surrounded by the rocks that identified the outline of the dream house.
Her name was Evelyn. The name that Lincoln takes the blame for.
He now wonders the land, a loner, afraid that maybe if he makes friends, he will lose them. Just like Evelyn.
Age: 22
Appearance:
(Yes, I know, it is an over-popular show, but I really like it.)Personality: A very quiet, observant guy. He doesn't like new people, but doesn't really have friends to start off with. When you get to know him, he is a good guy. He is laid back, fun, and kinda hard to take situations seriously. He is the comedic relief in most situations if he is comfortable with the person. He doesn't tend to let people have a place in his life, but when he does, he becomes very protective and attached with the person (not like a follower). He can be reckless at times too. Because if traveling around the lands, Linc had to kill many people, and steal many things. At first, killing someone made him cry that night, for hours, remembering their faces. Now, it isn't as bad, but prays to a God that he hopes is still there for forgiveness after the fight is over. Yes, Linc has a soft-side even though he tries to convince himself he doesn't.
Skills: He is very good with guns and swords. Not much to him.
Non-standard Abilities: His mind is an exceptional one. He sees the relationships between the objects in his surroundings, meaning that he can use mostly everything to his advantage in a situation.
Equipment: He carries dual ion-pistols with him, strapped on each side of him for easy access. Also carries dual plasma sword on his back, for close-range combat, or if something goes wrong with his guns. He carries a medium-sized pack that is strapped his back, and the swords attached the the pack. The pack carries very sensitive and vital things, that Linc never discloses to anyone. The armour is in pretty rough shape, and it has seen better days. It is mismatched armour since it has all been salvaged from over the years of traveling. Although, it does serve him well. After all, it is hard to stay out of a fight when your a drifter. Some towns just don't want you.
Bio: Lincoln doesn't have a fond memory of his past, and definitely doesn't like to talk about it. Lincoln's parents were brutally murdered by a bandit group. After the bandits picked Lincoln's shack clean, they adopted him and his sister as their own. He was raised learning how to kill and scavenge.
After many years of raiding and killing, around his teenage years, his bandit-family was killed by some bounty hunters. He managed to escape with his sister, but getting shot in the back of his left shoulder left him weak. He made it to the nearest town, Middleton, and lived their with his sister, recovering and regaining supplies by helping the townspeople out. He never told anyone there of what him and his sister had to do, afraid that they might be kicked out.
When they left after about a year or so, him and his sister roamed the lands, their goal: finding a house and living their happily, away from the troubles of the world. They knew it wouldn't happen. During a scavenging trip, Lincoln and his sister were approached by a Jeep Lightning. In it, we're some bandits, looking for...a good time. His sister was a good target, after all, she was very pretty. The bandits tried robbing them, and not killing them (some bandits still have some good morals, not killing some teens that weren't near their size). Obviously, Lincoln wouldn't let them take his sister, and a firefight started. After a good 10 minutes of back and forth shooting, they finally left. It wasn't worth their time. They'd probably just go find some other girls to rape.
All color left Lincoln's face. His sister...dead. Lincoln's sister had become a mother-figure, taking care of him, sharing some laughs, always being there. And now, looking at her face, covered in blood left Lincoln crying for hours over her body. He buried her where they dreamed of living, away from the bloodshed land. It was a small hill, with a dead tree on top, not surprisingly cut down. After all, wood is a nice thing to have.
The grave lies on the top of that hill, under the tree, surrounded by the rocks that identified the outline of the dream house.
Her name was Evelyn. The name that Lincoln takes the blame for.
He now wonders the land, a loner, afraid that maybe if he makes friends, he will lose them. Just like Evelyn.
Okay! Thank you for being helpful. I will get to work on the character. Sorry about that.
Okay, right now, I am gonna be a complete rookie, and ask probably a stupid question:
Since last time I have been on here, lots if things has changed. There wasn't a "Characters" section. Should I post my CS there, or on the OOC here?
Since last time I have been on here, lots if things has changed. There wasn't a "Characters" section. Should I post my CS there, or on the OOC here?
Thanks a lot! I will start working on the character.
Hey!
I just wanted to see if this is still open. I am really interested in the plot and the direction you're taking it. I just wanna be completely honest and say that I am pretty new to role playing. Last time I tried, it was a year ago, and some stuff came up. I just stopped. But I am dedicated now that I have time. But I also wanna state that I have a pretty expansive vocabulary and I am familiar with writing. So I know how to write paragraphs. Haha!
I can totally understand if you don't want me. Just wanted to say that.
Thanks!
I just wanted to see if this is still open. I am really interested in the plot and the direction you're taking it. I just wanna be completely honest and say that I am pretty new to role playing. Last time I tried, it was a year ago, and some stuff came up. I just stopped. But I am dedicated now that I have time. But I also wanna state that I have a pretty expansive vocabulary and I am familiar with writing. So I know how to write paragraphs. Haha!
I can totally understand if you don't want me. Just wanted to say that.
Thanks!
Can I join?
Ok, I just posted on the IC. If I did anything wrong, feel free to tell me,
During Illisthoth's first speech, Jeronin was confused. The large theater was too crowded for his liking, so he made his way up to the top of the seats where not many people were. As he looked down at the many worried faces, he noticed that a lot of people were heading for the cafe. "People must find their comfort in coffee..." Jeronin thought to himself as he took a seat. He heard the crys and worried voices from the crowd. "They must've had families they before this." Jeronin never really had a close relationship to his family, more like strangers that lived under the same roof. Jeronin sat there for a bit, noticing lots of things about certain people.
Illisthoth came back up on the stage and delivered her speech. "Oh god..." Jeronin said to himself, standing up and walking down to the crowd, which has mostly migrated to the cafe. As Jeronin walked down, the smell of coffee filled his nose. "Nothing like the smell of cof-" Jeronin was interrupted by someone knocking him to the side a bit with their shoulder. "Watch out!" The guy yelled at him, then he turned back around and started talking. "I guess mutants have their fair share of fools too." Jeronin chided as he started to walk to the cafe. "What did you say kid?" The guy must've heard, because now he is looking straight at Jeronin about ready to knock him out. Jeronin tried to walk away but was pulled back, "Don't mess with me." The guy said into his ear, his hand around Jeronin's neck. The guy pushed him away and his buddies laughed. Jeronin walked back up the theater and sat down rubbing his neck.
When Shigganeth delivered his speech, Jeronin smirked, "That sounds like me."
Illisthoth came back up on the stage and delivered her speech. "Oh god..." Jeronin said to himself, standing up and walking down to the crowd, which has mostly migrated to the cafe. As Jeronin walked down, the smell of coffee filled his nose. "Nothing like the smell of cof-" Jeronin was interrupted by someone knocking him to the side a bit with their shoulder. "Watch out!" The guy yelled at him, then he turned back around and started talking. "I guess mutants have their fair share of fools too." Jeronin chided as he started to walk to the cafe. "What did you say kid?" The guy must've heard, because now he is looking straight at Jeronin about ready to knock him out. Jeronin tried to walk away but was pulled back, "Don't mess with me." The guy said into his ear, his hand around Jeronin's neck. The guy pushed him away and his buddies laughed. Jeronin walked back up the theater and sat down rubbing his neck.
When Shigganeth delivered his speech, Jeronin smirked, "That sounds like me."
Ok, thanks. I will join in soon.
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