Andreyich

Vaults of Karak Zorn - [Warhammer Fantasy Dogs of War RP]

A unit of Kislevite Winged Lancers or Irondrakes good?

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I've spoken to many edgelords with ideas like full on eugenics and you do know that making fun of them in that "weirdo" phase is what turns them into full on Elliott Rogers?

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

That works.

Deadland Wasteland: //START Recruitment.exe [OPEN - APPLY]

Posted, I'm wondering what kind of reaction people will have if and when they get to safety regarding Fred being a heartless bastard and leaving many behind.

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After finishing his cigar, Fred threw it on the mossy cement and stamped it out, starting to whistle. He pulled out his pocket watch and stared at it. "Two-thirty-six." he announced to some murmuring. It would be sun-down relatively soon, and without the lights of the skyscrapers and cars and everything else it would be darker than in what was now so easy to call "the good old days." Fred began to walk over to the vehicles, before some weird loud noise erupted from afar, yet too close for comfort. He was at this point climbing onto one of them and was knocked off; as he fell he slapped his hands down like a kiddie who just did karate and thought he was cool and then stood, leaning against the vehicle whilst clutching his head. Then he saw the first of them crawling from an alley, whoever the person was before shit hit the fan he was certainly big and buff, but the classification of the thing would be hard.

The man ran quickly to the driver of the car and shouted "Drive back, drive back now!" The man gave him a puzzled look thinking what just happened came from his headphones and then pulled them out. "Drive!" he screamed but the driver seemed to want confirmation of whether this should be and stepped out. By the time the man made six steps towards Eli already masses of the clicking things were coming. "You drive! Reverse the damn thing and lets get home! Come on!" he shouted, and the shocked man in the other seat went in place of his compatriot and hesitated a millisecond before putting the car in reverse and rather slowly making it go backwards. To the dismay of Fred, they were catching up. Fred stood and took aim from his pistol, turning on the laser sight. His hands swerved left and right, his palms began to sweat and his breathing got faster. There were too many targets, but all of them too far. People were already going down screaming, but he couldn't help. If he shot now he might miss, but this would attract more of the things specifically to him and his truck.

This was no time to play hero.

He lowered his pistol to wipe some sweat off of his forehead and then took aim once again as heroism overrode utilitarianism, but then lowered it. He hopped onto the trucks's side and held on to it's mirror and opened window with one hand, whilst holding his gun. It seemed that the new driver was someone who wanted to save his hide too, just like him and thought like him since he was driving back despite the fact that it had space for many more passengers, and those who couldn't make a turn of speed were getting left behind. People staying back and fighting - the fools - were blasting away massive supplies of bullets but the things were getting ever closer and the screams of pain Fred heard meant that for some people they got just a bit too close. Some idiot even shouted "Get back here you cowards!" but Fred did nothing but look for the zeds that broke through what little lines they had and were going for the truck. After a few shots he saw that they were starting to make some distance from the rest of the party despite the fact that more and more people were retreating and either catching up or begging the driver to slow down... he didn't. After a few more shots and the click of an empty magazine Fred looked at his pistol reflectively and then at the people still fighting.

They probably wouldn't hear him, but as the suspicious naturalist looked at the mounting casualties he simply said "I'm sorry."

Deadland Wasteland: //START Recruitment.exe [OPEN - APPLY]

@Andreyich If you want people to be driving away backwards, write it in :) You guys have the freedom to elaborate on our world. For that post, I was focusing on Eli's perception of events.

@Aeonumbra

Alright, I thought it'd be something like that, but thanks.

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outrun the normies

My Hider

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Anyway, @Aeonumbra why aren't some people driving away backwards? Is everyone out of the vehicles or something?

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

is she, um..... nevermind, that's, I mean, that's gotta be a joke, that's not.........?

it's not like it's gay

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Wanna talk about wrong race actor
Behold, the marshal of finland

[Remake] Terra Rel0aded [Cyberpunk Dystopia RP]

Aleksandr

Name: Aleksandr Mortianu Romanescu
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Notoriety -3
Appearance: Aleksandr is close to average in height between 6' and 6'0, with blond hair,
amber eyes and a lightened Mediterannean tan by some sickliness after removing his bionics giving him the appearance of one long bar of yellow. He is of athletic (though with emphasis on slightly different muscle sets than most soldiers) build though in a few parts of him his body is not properly formed because he couldn't recover from his "self-surgery." However, when he is dressed there is little indication of his injuries but a few scars, and some bumps under his hair only a doctor would notice.
Personality: Aleksandr's personality is hard to pin down; he will be the first to admit he can get crazed and do things he will later regret when he's no longer maddened. Still, when not crazed he will be kind, but somewhat of a "romantic" and arguably naive.

Altruistic – Violent – Resourceful – Stubborn

Bio: Aleksandr was born in the part of Europe now termed "DST28-EAST" or on occassion "RMNYA" with parents in an almost morganatic marriage. Father was a de facto ruler of the Northern parts of the region whilst his mother was all considering selling her body for money. A lavish life awaited the lad of whoring, drugs, and otherwise wasted money.

There was a major change when at twenty-two, both of his parents pressured him into getting a major cybernetic modification to "help" him in work. He agreed to it after he was told all privileges would otherwise be removed and he wholly disinherited. When he woke up after the procedure, he instantly knew he felt wrong. He had minor modifications many times before but nothing so big, and the chunks of metal sticking out of him felt so... wrong. His body didn't work as it had before and he simply wasn't the same. It reached a critical point where he got anxiety, constant nausea. Mother and father told him it was just adjustment and the Doctor they made him see agreed, but he knew it wasn't so. The young man roamed the streets with his head in his hands, screaming.

Eventually, the numbers and information was all too much and he pulled thus ripping out a whole load of the bionics, the unimaginable pain and relief came at once and his tears were of both agony and joy. Dying and giggling insanely at the lifting of the burden he relaxed, only to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Things seemed wrong though when he overheard voices arguing over what to do with him.

Aleksandr awoke in a dark smokey room, though it didn't have the loud electronic music and smell of strange drugs that the usual clubs he attended had. All he sensed was a faint smell of tobacco and a flute playing in the corner. He arose to see men playing cards whilst calmly discussing shooting one of his father's business partners. A short talk, a few death threats, and then a slightly longer talk preceded his joining of the Garda Fier branch of the "resistance" to Eurocorp and world corporations in general. It was not long before he learned of the history of Romania and the world at large, he got in touch with some of his ancestry and the older and arguably more proper dialect of the language used in "RMNYA."
He did not return home, having found a new world to be more happy with. Though he disagreed with some of the fringe idealists in the group from fascists to communists, the union was necessary. Aleksandr was ever happier of having removed the excessive bionics he previously had in him, and slowly began to tell this to his old friends, a few of them falling in line with him.

He met all sorts of resistance groups, and heard that there would be a great act of resistance or per Eurocorp terms "terrorism" and he instantly asked to be part of it.

On that fateful day a mass of all sorts of revolutionaries came to a small Island in one of the Western districts in which they slaughtered all security forces, and then proclaimed a government. But, the world doesn't fall to people who have heart and courage, it goes to the people with robots and giant ass guns. Though the enemy bodies piled, eventually they were as expected overcome, and the majority of Aleksandr's co-conspirators were killed, the few survivors coming to their senses and realizing it was a lost cause right before the last door was kicked down. They dispersed, and kept little contact between them. Now he goes about alone (though at times collaborating) doing everything from political assassination to placing bombs where businessmen least expect them whilst evading bounty hunters.
District: DST28-EAST
Weapon(s): -FJG-73M Heavy Carbine:
This firearm is about the size of an assault rifle with extreme accuracy and hard hitting bullets albeit at a rate of fire making one hesitate to call it an automatic weapon. The key of the weapon is that despite more or less functioning like a designated marksman rifle, it can fold to half of it's size to be a submachine gun, or a third for ease of concealment and transportation giving it the name "heavy carbine." It's main mods are a scope with variable (up to 19x) magnification, a laser sight, and integration with armour/cybernetics to greatly improve shooting.

-SG21:
A sword something in between a renaissance era longsword and an earlier arming sword in appearance, this weapon has much ancient decorations and such but this does not mean it should be underestimated; it has a deadly edge going through most personal body armour and being able to do decent damage to exo-suits. However, a lot of lethality also comes from the current running through it that will greatly fry anything from a nervous system to a drone's circuit; alternatively the blade can create great heat to melt through what it goes at.
Armour: FJG-80 Full body armour:
Somewhat of a hybrid between normal body armour and an exo-suit, this armour has servos and other means of increasing a user's strength and abilities, fans and other means of giving the user comfort and ergonomics, along with scanners (short range radar, and heat detection) and various self-monitors built in to work together with the polarized visor. The armour itself consists of layer upon layer of soft and then hard materials to make it effective against all sorts of kinetic firearms and the material lets it be of at least some help against energy weapons. It also has excellent integration with both cybernetics and firearms.
Cybernetics:
Ocular: Aleksandr has a much greater spectra of colour visible to him, and his eyes compensate for glare and brightness much faster.
Athletics: He is stronger, faster, and more endurant than he was normally.
Brain: He wasn't able to remove all things in his self-lobotomy, and some damaged cybernetics remain in there that slightly affect his behaviour, for better or worse.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other:

(pic of his armour and gun)