AtomicNut

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Ash clenched the reins of his horse tightly. He had been spotted. Quickly examining his options, he maintained a semblance of tranquility while in his mind the options raced like startled doves. Fighting in the snow was definitely out of the question. Fleeing back towards the hovel was going to be difficult, as the very steps he had taken were quickly erased. He then heard the voice of the guard.“HAIL!” Surprisingly the guard was definitely a woman. While not impossible, Ash could count on the hands the occassions in which he had seen female guards around. Although, this could be worked in his favour, as well. “State your name and bussiness traveller! This is not a good time to be riding about, especially with this blizzard picking up. Now, if you hurry, we can get back to the Wintershouse in time without having to trudge through the snow.” Women usually were more down to earth and slightly less prone to stupid bouts of righteousness and honor, and this seemed to be the case.

"Hail, m'lady" Ash answered back, in a calm, composed tone, an accent similar to hers. "I am Ash, son of Lily." He decided to disclose the truth about himself, not that he had much to lose. Although this was more of a formality. He doubted that a female guard would be acquainted with prostitutes enough to know who Lily was. "I was hunting for bounty when night and this blizzard fell upon me. I decided to follow the caravan to not be trapped on the snow. At a certain distance, m'lady. Because as you can see, I am not bound to give a good impression with my current guise." He added, pointing at both his armor and the severed heads next to his horse's saddle. He then pondered.

"No one likes to be in the middle of such a fierce snowstorm. Give me the word, m'lady, and I'll see to help your lot move the caravan to a safe shelter." He concluded. Perhaps a token of goodwill might mull things over. "I do have a flask of brandy aswell."

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The world was going mad. The things she had considered for granted had been turned into ash and dust, and there wasn't any single friendly shoulder around her. Brier clutched her shoulders, as some sort of self embrace, trying to lessening the blow that she had suffered. A part of her mind refused to acknowledge it as real, but Briar knew better. If only Kevin had not tried to do the right thing with that big heart of his, none of this would have happened. If only she knew how to wield a sword like her elder brother... she would've been able to save Brian.

Yet, Kevin laid dead, at the side of her father, and for his actions, she had lost everything but her life. Even though that she herself had suffered only mild wounds, the pain inside her was much much worse. Clenching her teeth, she eyed her surroundings once more. Abundant grass and trees around her. She gathered she had moved into the Forklands some time ago in her frantic escape, only letting her horse rest when it was threatening to die on her. She would've killed it with exertion if she didn't knew better than she had no guarantee of getting a new one, and as such the beastie was in front of herself, grazing in the meadow quietly.

"You surely have an easy life." She managed to quip, half in jest, half in bitter acknowledgement. She checked her clothes once more. Dirty with soot and blood, snagged in all sort of places, her headpiece missing, but still pretty much in a decent condition. She also revised her dagger, the only thing that could help her guarantee her safety when things turned against her again. The high blade quality was enticing, and slitting her wrists or neck was a growing temptation in the back of her mind.

"No, Kitty, you're a daughter of Rikard. You're better than this." She grasped the dagger tightly, and put it back in the sheath. If only Joakim or Gregar were here. She could vividly portray them. Joakim with his measured but stern way of talking. And Gregar warmly urging her to follow him. It was as if almost she could hear his voice.

No, definitely she was hearing his voice.

What could that mean? Had she gone mad with grief? Quickly, she twisted the skin in one of her shoulders, causing herself a jolt of pain. No, his voice was real, she could feel it. Her heart skipped a beat, as she jumped upright, eyes wide.

"The gods haven't abandoned me." She whispered to herself as she quickly reached for the reins of her mount, jumping on the saddle quickly and then spurring the horse to head in the direction of the voice. It was him!

"GREEEG!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, speeding towards the road. "You are no ghost, aren't you!??

Forgotten Times [One Piece rp]

Ladies and gentlemen, I present you the Flynn-o-vision. Where every girl is lovely, every pet is a scumbag, and every guy can drop dead before the awesomeness of the doctor.

(Any coincidence with the real situation is fortuitous).

Forgotten Times [One Piece rp]

"What, no wake up kiss? Damn, captain lady sure likes to tease ol' me." Flynn said in a mock-dejected tune, humming so slightly as he stretched from the free bed on the Doctor's cabin. That damned slobbering beastie once again was making a ruckus, waking everyone up. So tactless, like the rude air of his captain. Still, her headstrong and straightforward had the exact amount of spice to make her an exotic beauty. Which was more that could be said about the fleabag who kept slobbering everything and who he had sworn he was always staining his clothes on purpose.

Still, that was a minor setback for life smiled upon him. The world was full of beauties to swoon and conquer, and the deck roster wasn't so half bad. He really -loved- women. Sleepy, grumpy, angry, happy or stern. It didn't matter to him. They all were lovely.

Grinning like a scumbag who had found a treasure by mere chance, the doctor opened the door of his cabin, after arranging his hair and clothes. "Doctor Chaucer reporting, cap'n" He said, throwing a wink at the captain. "Does any one of the ladies require a shower backrub or two?" He added, while straightening himself and waiting to see the beauties flock at him. They had to flock, right? After all, Flynn was one of the most charming rogues of the four blues... or wasn't he?

~The order of the Bloodletters~ (A vampire and Medieval based Roleplay.)

In that case being picky about the food should cover that doubt, regardless. Or do you need more?

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Does it really matter?

@RPforthatPR

I am with you. And i would like to add that politics aren't that important when there is a blizzard coming. Kaz can face the very threat of freezing to death, posturing be damned, so at the very least it should be incentive enough to get those brain gears working.

~The order of the Bloodletters~ (A vampire and Medieval based Roleplay.)

Okay, fixed the part about the feeding. I don't quite get what you mean by "remember characters need flaws"... do I need to put more flaws on the character? I think the fact he's honorbound can be a hinderance more than a benefit for a Bloodletter. I also added that he doesn't feed on children, elderly or wounded.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

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*mutters something philosophical about ideals and views of perfection*

@GreenGoat

I was thinking about shipping them both. Tank woman and chubby dorky man wizard.

Reverse Bridal Carry FTW.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

...Funny that Juno and Ricardo are only the ones past 25 in the rp.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Name: Ricardo Caballero "Rickie"
Age: 30
Sex: Yes please—- I mean male

Appearance: Okay, well I'm a little fat. Okay, maybe not a little. I'm fat. I'm trying to slim down, but sucess has been moderate. I'm also rather tall and broad- about 1.85 m if you ask. I have brown eyes, tan skin, an awesome bandido moustache which some people ridicule and scruffy short hair. I used to be as blind as mole and in need of glasses, but since I entered this world I don't need them. Curious, huh?

Personality: I'm a guy who likes his personal space, so I don't like crowds, and excessively pushy people. Heck, I am so introverted I even hesitate when i have to adress strangers. Besides that, I'm an okay-ish guy of sort, bit depressive and with low self esteem, but one who's kind and usually takes jokes well, and often talks joking. I like to know about everything sciency-ish, and I'm a big fan of fantasy, pen and paper roleplaying, history and tales of chivalry. I am also a man of honor, and I like to uphold my given word as much as I can. I suffer no cheaters, no liars and I despise malicious people. I am aware I have a darker side when angered and I can be pretty vindictive with people I think deserve some comeuppance, but you have to try hard to make me draw that line, I assure you.

Background: Okay, I'm a guy from hispanic descent, but that's a given granted my name is Ricardo. I had enough sense when I was a kid to endure, shut up and learn. So I didn't fall in the easy way outs of being a teenager delinquent and I was diligent in my studies. It paid off big as I became a scientist of sorts, and not half bad at it.
But well, things didn't go as I had planned in my mind. I was squeezed without mercy by unscrupulous losses and I could qualify my social life as anecdotical and non existant. I was the target of professional bullying and that almost made me break. Until I drew the line and stood up, exposing the scumbags of my bosses in the process. I was fired. But hey, at least I watched them drowning in lawsuits by other people and being mercilessly devoured by the system. Time to start anew, I guess. But that wasn't working for some reason and I ended up as a borderline-depressed hermit unable to find job or friends. Kinda sucks.

Powers: You mean, besides the talking voice? GET OUT OF MY HEAD ITS PRIVATE. Just kidding. Well, I could also count my ability to do SCIENCE! but that doesn't work in this world doesn't it? Bugger. Ah there's something else. Even since I set foot on this kind of Middle-Earth-meets-Elm-Street knockoff some weird knowledge is nesting inside my brain folds. I'd say they are magic recipes. So yes, I might be on my way to become a wizard. But pretty much the only thing I can do now is heal some stuff (like I did with my bad eyesight), levitate a bit and toss some kind of sparkly fizzly magic ball... and I have to do the whole hand waving, concentrating, chanting and sometimes using ritual stuff, i guess. I'll probably get better at it though. Knowledge is power and that.

Personal Motive:This one's a no brainer. I want a decent living, a cute wife, a couple of kids and live a mostly calm and quiet life. But hey, I can't turn a blind eye to an honest plea for help so I'll tag along in the adventure. Heck, I might also find cute fantasy girls aswell. And the perspective of a lifelong study of this world is also appealing, too...

Mementos: My old scientist ID card. It's now just a piece of plastic, but it makes me remember the best of me, on how I helped humanity as whole developing knowledge.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Name: Sigma

Appearance: Frowning upon you

Age: 15

Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.

Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.

Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.

Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.

Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet

Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma

Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.

Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).

Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: