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Fallout: Under Silver Skies [Closed]

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Guess Who's Back?

It's a terrorist!

The Forsaken

He followed the man through the storm. He doubted one could be more lost than he was, so he decided not to interfere with Otto's navigation.

He was starting to feel horrible, his feet barely moving. He walked by simply throwing one foot ahead of the other; he could no longer move his knees. He was about to ask Otto what was wrong, realizing death was coming any moment until he said that he had found the cave. He tried to mutter some sort of thanks but a feeble cough was all that came out, his spit freezing nearly instantly as it flew from his mouth.

He was glad that the man did not ask him his name, for that way recognizing who he was would be much easier. However, an outright lie would be frowned upon if they came to the Teuton's camp. "Leon." he harked, trying his best to give a friendly smile to the German. After all, that would explain him saying Leon rather than Leonid. If he said Leonid, he very well may have made the connection between him and a member of the Prussian noble plot. He would drop his weapons and shield, finally grateful he could get some sort of respite. He merely acknowledged the dead man with a sign of the cross, his hand shivering as he made it.

It was so tempting to take whatever clothes the dead man had, to take his gear. It would be wrong, yet so simple. Besides, he did not need them anymore, did he? He tried to get a better look at the man, but then gave up. He was too tired for proper thinking. He tried his best to help the German, though his hands were shaking too much to properly make any sort of fire arrangement, merely enough to move the wood.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Oid, son of Ori.

CS

Age: 67

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Appearance: 4'4, and possessing brown hair and eyes, of a colour so similar people often remark about it. He has soft features except for a jaw so large it makes his beard look just a little odd on him. His hair is in a long unkempt mess though his beard is expertly braided. Unlike most Dwarves his body is devoid of any major scars or tattoos except for some near his mouth from when he once shattered a glass of wine whilst trying to drink it.

Equipment: no professional soldiering armour though his leather armour is thick enough to usually get arrows stuck in it and greatly soften the blows of blunt attacks. He is armed with a heavy round shield as large as him if not for his clothes, and an ornate spear. He also carries three throwing axes, and a (approx. one and a half handed) pickaxe from his mining days. A single bar of gold from which he takes pieces. Two loaves of bread, a massive flask of wine, and a dried fish.

Personality: He has the gold-lust of most Dwarves though significantly less of it. He is quite oblivious to the world around him, making him a little naive, and too friendly. He can even deal with Elves, only giving them the necessary "up your's git," before engaging in conversation.

Story: to be a "gentle giant," (I know that sounds odd considering his race) generally following others, having his happy views on the world shattered, yet to desperately cling to the happiness and wonder he sees in it and make others do the same.

Bio:

A son of one of Dain's soldiers arriving to the Lonely Mountain, he is the direct descendant of one of it's re-colonizers. He grew up to take a quite normal profession for Dwarves, a miner. He did it well, singing and laughing with the other miners. It all went well until the other Dwarves started accusing him of stealing, of a gold-lust horrid. In truth, he was innocent and perplexed, yet such was the flurry of accusations even his family started hiding their possessions from him.

Soon the subtle suggestions to leave began, and he took the hint. He used what little money he in truth had to get some gear, took a family shield and his pick-axe and set off to wander. Having discovered a Caravan by word of one of his few friends, he instantly joined looking for adventure and to see the world.

Fallout: Under Silver Skies [Closed]

Freddy was in truth sleeping most of the time. He did not know how he got here, probably kidnapped while trying to play poker with the sharks or something along those lines. He dreamed a good dream, of Brotherhood Paladins burning down a village of ghouls and supermutants, with a synth smashed here or there. The flames of their incinerators made him feel warm, until some sort of rally, some sort of counterattack with shouting began. "Oh." He thought, "A poor conclusion to a dream if there ever was one." as some man began addressing him. He only now realized he was imprisoned, and had a bag taken off. It was going to be one of those days.

What was this though, some rebellious shouting. The voice was definitely recognizable. Perhaps one of the working girls he wasn't too shy to ask the services of? No, they would not be imprisoned like this. Perhaps the owner of some place he stayed at? Equally silly. Then it dawned on him, and he grinned. Coincidences such as these always put a smile on his face, he wondered if Dusty knew he was here. Yawning a little he turned his head a little to look at the assembled company, and noticed a ghoul; two of them. His face twisted a little at the sight of the revolting things. After sighing, he took a breath to speak and sat up. He picked his words carefully, trying not to reveal anything he thought - a simple task with what little he said - in case they would make his life a whole lot worse.

"Well sir, I don't mind." he replied. He wondered if he should try to help out his friend somehow, make sure that her disobedience doesn't leave her as radroach chow. For now he just gave Dusty a light tap with his foot, smiling with a wink should she look at him.

The Final Frontier... An Imperial Navy (40K) RP

Alright, so I had an idea for a Squat but for this RP he would have to also be a Guild Member, and having two Guildmembers just gets stale, so I will reiterate my earlier proposition. Can I be a Navigator, without the whole bit of getting insane? RNGesus is not fun when the rest of the game is NOT decided by RNG.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Ah. Now that I understand, I am wholly on board! Will post up a CS tomorrow.

Hi, I'm Anton

But wouldn't the added string worsen their wind resistance?

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

That's just a little too "open" for me :/

Like, being really sandbox is fine, but there should be some sort of an event going on to draw the players together, like a mini-adventure being planned initially, or I dunno. Like, you can't just make an IC thread saying "do whatever you guys want in the world." There should be a planned chain of events set.

The Final Frontier... An Imperial Navy (40K) RP

Oh? Well, I suppose you can expect a min-CS/proposal tomorrow, nighty-night for me though.