Andreyich

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

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Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

For your viewing.

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Donny

Lost, forgotten.
Donny never really got a break. Born to Brazilian immigrants he did alright in school with most of his marks coming from gym, the arts and languages. He was just old enough to see the Vietnam war in its peak but didn't quite get the chance to participate in the thing army recruiters so romanticized.

He got into university and performed acceptably if quite far from excelling in his chosen degree of English. He signed up as a reservist in the military after finding some difficulty in getting a good job and eventually decided to become a proper soldier. There was peace for a while, until the Gulf-War rolled around. He served faithfully receiving a purple heart after taking several bullets. The wound healed but the mind didn't as was the case for so many soldiers out there. He was made to seek psychiatric help, which ended up being a Doctor who he fancied to put it lightly. Only with her help could he make some semblance of recovery and reintegration to proper society, but alas it would not be; on the way to work one day she was hit by a bus before his very eyes no less. Already this was for more tragedy than any one man could properly handle, and from there the degradation began. Donny didn't go outside, didn't clean himself, didn't get a job prompting him to be fired. When Afghanistan rolled around he couldn't get back into the armed forces, and that was the nail in the coffin of a good citizen.

Now Donny roams the streets, trying his best to forget without melting his brain with booze.

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Physical Traits
An old man with a beard now white with age. Donny is quite tall at 6'2 but is often at least somewhat hunched, often bringing him down to a mere five feet. He tries to keep hygienic but with his lifestyle this is usually in vain, and one can see the marks of dirt and grime upon him. His clothing will usually be in various states of disrepair depending on the last time he moseyed over to a mall for something new to re-appropriate. Often his clothes will be mismatched like a beaten top hat in conjunction with basketball shoes, swimming trunks over long-johns and a plastic rain coat.

Full Name
Sebastian Donovan Barretto

Gender
Male

Ethnicity
White-Hispanic (Branco)

Sexuality
A hole's a hole, am I right or what eh?

Age
60 years old; Date of birth 13/2/1960

Motives
Don is driven by the desire to live, not just survive. This is particularly difficult for someone with no disposable income or home but he manages. Be it showing strangers the way around town, finding some other veterans to reminisce with or some amazing discarded nudie magazines it is the little things that really matter, right? To some who have lived in the area for a while he may even be seen as a sort of local "celebrity" frequently seen making people passing by laugh and appearing in a youtube video or two giggling madly as "that creepy old guy" having jumped on the back of a teenager that thought homeless abuse is funny.

However with the passing of time it is harder and harder for him to truly do so as he finds it harder to provide for himself and the chance of his final days being spent in a proper home get slimmer by the moment with suicide being ever more enticing.

Occupation
He has no job, he survives going around the streets telling stories to people that might pity him, stealing from malls, he is not above eating stray animals particularly in the winter.

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⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

Haha bill did give me some inspiration (F for my man) but I more started with the idea of a hobo and worked up from there

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

@Star Lord
I'm not going to whip out mil-jutsu or anything of the sort with soldier knife tricks, he hasn't shot a gun in almost thirty years. The idea around him was that as a homeless guy he just knows how to live rough (little food and all that) knows all about the local urban layout and geography, been through the sewers, and is still somewhat spry after running private property and shoplifting sometimes, stuff like that.

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

@Star Lord would a homeless veteran infringe upon the no military rule?

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

If you'll have me

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

@rivaan any chance of that discord server to discuss actions going up soon?

Warhammer 40k: Final Defense: Tyrant

Tentative interest

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

Uriel was somewhat disappointed at the apparent skepticism of the Imperial Fist Chaplain in his direction, he expected that the most direct sons of his gene-sire would follow in his steps of pragmatism, but it seemed that the Black Templars weren't the only ones of Dorn's line that had lost their way. Still, perhaps his introduction as Chaplain would allow him to... rectify things. All sorts of little ideas about how he would become head Chaplain floated through his head but for now he waved them away as there were more pressing things to attend to.

They went through the simulations and psycho conditioning, the Marines learned to fight all anew, they learned things they would never have learned otherwise and they learned their new duty. With that done it seemed that the leadership of the watch station wanted to see the new Primaris Marines in action. Well, if such was their wish, who was he to deny them?

For himself he selected a weapon typical to his specialization, a Crozius Arcanum. But if this was a duel where only blade and bludgeon could be used he saw no use in a smaller one and thus picked the largest one he could — a particularly long one with both winged flanges quite thin in resemblance of a two handed axe.

Thus he faced Tyros, and decided to take partial initiative; holding the weapon with left hand at the bottom and to his hip and with his right hand in the middle and put forth in a guard. Calmly he walked forward to his opponent to-be closing the distance slowly but surely.