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DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

@Delphio for your perusal

Steve

Character Full Name: Steven Jacob Irwin

Gender: Male

Race/Ethnicity: Huwhyte

Height: 6'3



Personality Description:
Steve's educated but nevertheless a simple man. He reacts quickly not apologizing for what happened for most choices, after all a man's got to do what a man's got to do! An arrogant sense of entitlement is counterbalanced by a strong sense of charity and duty of the man, at least in part. He's very forthcoming and will not hide what he thinks even if speaking up is to his detriment.

Short Biography:
Steve was an ordinary guy born in Texas, middle-middle class family, fairly bright guy. Did average-above average in school, but knew that university wasn't for him; eighties in math would become seventies or sixties and simply a waste of money in his particular instance. Instead after finishing high school he went straight to get as many trades as possible living on the college fund, before moving out to make his own way.

He worked for many years eventually making a small business, getting a loving wife who gave birth to sweet kids; the general happy story. Live proceeded ever ideal, with his kids eventually moving out and in turn making a way of their own. The time had come that he and his wife could simply live on enjoying each other's existence, but as so common for stories like these things could not continue on perfectly. Eventually his beloved developed a cancer that could not be remedied even if all the possessions of the family would be sold and put to medicine. They spent their last days happily, but as she passed Steve had fallen into a proverbial hell on earth.

Now Steve puts his wife's last wishes that he go see the world, enjoy himself and not grieve for to long into action. Thus the clueless American bought tickets to Banoi and now heads to something that he will most certainly not be prepared for.

Voice: Stop teasing that dog!

Character Profession/Job/Career: Handyman

Character Nationality: 'Merican

Skills:
Shooting, bar/dirty fighting, plumbing, electrical work, carpentry, first aid.

Weaknesses/Detriments:
Age, metal hip, somewhat overweight, poor temper, little local knowledge.

Likes: Faith/loyalty, resolve.

Dislikes: Laziness, dishonesty.

Character Blood Type: O-/Immune

DO NOT REMOVE: “This hell looks a lot like paradise.”

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Cenarius Glade

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Fabios gave a light laugh as Heda proposed reciprocity on what was done: "What, you're going to stop me napping when its possible we're in danger? Oh I'd be glad my dear lady!" With one firearm loaded he placed it in the rightful holster, promptly getting to the next one. The Knight was somewhat cheery, eager to once more go at the throat of foes but he was also very wary of... well, everything to be frank. Hadn't he lost? Sure he'd taken a lot of damn knife ears with him but as far as he could remember he got walloped in the head before going down. Turning his attention back to Heda momentarily he shrugged. "Damned if I know, we're probably quite close because I don't feel any older so we were only out for the usual couples of hours, so we couldn't have been taken very far - assuming we're not important enough to be taken to some nasty portal."

Continuing in his preparation for a fight he paused the loading of his pistol to snugly return his helmet to where it should be, remembering the recent cost of being caught off guard without it. However, an eyebrow was raised as Heda seemed to get an idea of where they were. "Ye? You know last time I thought some forest buggers were my friends was not too long in memory. Some centaur lasses aren't going to look very good to me in the near future, I'll be frank, so I'll keep a sword close to hand for the bastards if you don't mind."

The Paladin's words were cut short, as in the periphery of his vision he saw something quite massive approaching. He looked up, mouth beginning to frame "oh shit" as he saw Cenarius in his full majesty He kept quiet for now, looking to Heda to speak considering it was quite likely that Cenarius would not have the best impression of the man at the moment. Instead he would stay near the Vrykul, looking suspiciously at the provided foodstuffs with his hand darting to his blade as from nowhere more dryads came. He wouldn't eat right away, only trying things after Heda had them, for you never knew with elves and their ilk. Of course, someone like Cenarius would clearly be able to see what Fabios was doing, but he felt a little certainty he wouldn't start coughing up his molten kidneys was more important than dignifying who he was with.

Warhammer 40k: No Pity, No Remorse, No Fear! - A Black Templars RP

Sure

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

tbh I don't see much incentive to play non-immunes, since the only ones who can actually avoid getting infected are military who are locked out. Perhaps restrict military to non-immunes?

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

Do we play immunes @Delphio?

Warhammer 40k: Scum and Villainy - Adventures in the Imperium Nihilus

I'll try for something today, yesterday I was just playing catch-up with me other RPs.

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

As Horacio noticed the amount of onlookers, he momentarily felt nervous when so scrutinized, but this quickly only stiffened his resolve. If he didn't show these arse clenching bastards what for then the slow descent to heresy was all but guaranteed. A grim face came upon him swiftly as he more seriously looked upon the Diokletian fellow. He made a mental note to not partake in the fizzy wine, for who knew exactly what something so tenderly described would contain? No, there wouldn't be funny chemicals in store for Horacio today oh no!

Just a single bead of cold sweat rolled down the pudgy Priest's neck as it was mentioned that he had a weapon upon him. Just as the man would begin to leave, Horacio would speak, hoping he'd be too busy to reply and thus making his... interepretation the one that other listeners would get. "Weapon? Oh no dear governor, this business? But a ceremonial toy!" He said, pointing to the truly ceremonial, if nonetheless face splattering maul. "Worry not!" He'd emphasize.

Still, the gag was up in many ways and atleast some nobles present here would be disillusioned from the image he found it best to build in such situations. Thus, he scoffed at Victorine's suggestion. "Well, if you insist." Horacio said, waddling off uncomfortably. Between height, girth and apparel one would be able to quite tactfully say he was larger than life. Still, he felt he could do at least some measure of intentionally unintentionally overhearing conversation. Likewise, this would allow him to search for some sharp knives - preferably of the mono-molecular variety - to further augment his small arsenal.

Still, he also made sure that he always had sight on each of his Sisters at the same time. Odd business was happening here, this reception more and more felt like a diversion and with how they were splitting up to mingle and speak Horacio could not help but feel that the small troupe was falling right into the hands of some malign force that was orchestrating this business. However, Horacio didn't have enough supporting evidence or concretely framed thoughts to actually share with Victorine, so for now he could do nothing but stew in his suspicions.

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

@Jbcool

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Ancient Forest(???) - Cenarius Glade

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Tearing the throat out of the panther and eviscerating it's ride Fabios quickly pushed the dead off of him, once more turning to the aid of Heda. "Hold on!" He screamed running at the foes upon her. However with each step, he began to feel his age. So casually with a small shortness of breath he was reminded that red hair faded to an almost blond shade. For now, he could push past this in another charge but not for long. Yet another panther pounced him but this time he could more easily swing his falchion to take it's head off; he did not have nearly as much luck fighting its rider though. The knife eared bastard was frenzies just as the other, but still semed to have enough sense to parry. Fabios tried for a feint that was avoided, than tried for a quick stab under the elf's guard. The Paladin was surprised, and not nearly prepared to have a sword clang upon his head.

The man dropped to his knees, clutching his head with one hand and raising his blade in another as vision blurred and his breathing quickened. He looked up to the approaching elf, about to spit a curse before again a sword thrashed him on the head. Keeling over backwards, all the Knight could do was mutter a prayer in hopes whatever his failings were would be forgiven before death.

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Fabios awoke, proper consciousness returning to him. He did not rest well. Dreams tormented him with images of his fatherland burning, of comrades falling, of failure.

Still, he did not open his eyes. This was certainly no after life, not one he would believe in. So, it would seem he was captured. Yet, oddly enough a few movements revealed he was not deprived of his plate armour. The Knight lay breathing for some time, trying to see if he could get a sniff of someone else present. There was someone here, but they weren't active. Quickly he sat upright, examining his surroundings. It was some glade, that much was certain and near him lay the prone body of Heda, his recent acquaintance. His weapons were also present which was odd. Perhaps they were to be interrogated and with his arms being so near to be given the impression they were spoken to as equals, as allies? This was all extremely suspicious, and thus the Paladin acted fast. He ran and grabbed his two-handed sword placing it under his left armpit. He held his falchion between his teeth and placed one pistol under the other armpit while taking to loading the other.

All while this was done he ran over to Heda, stopping the loading momentarily to slap her on either cheek. "Wake up! Now! Any bloody thing might be here its not the time for a damn nap!"

💟 An RPG Valentine 💟

Well, I don't venture that much out of my own little circlejerk and when I do I unfortunately do not get the same people enough to get as acquainted as I would like to, however I would make note of:

@Briza my Siastra ŭ Chryscie

and @JBCool, for putting up with my silliness.

Beyond that, I think everyone on this site has redeeming qualities that will shine given the chance. Of course that sounds like a load of shit but I firmly believe it.