BangoSkank

Sheet Critiques and Free Hugs

Thanks Stormy, I'm going to work on the pointers and see if I can't sharpen it up.

Help me give him a name

Uhtred, Son of Uhtred

Breaking Kayfabe 2.0 The Reboot

Danger, Danger Fontaine

Name: Donald Fostaine
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Wrestling Name: Danger, Danger Fontaine
Wrestling Moniker: Masked and Mustachioed Macho...Guy
Wrestling Location: Huntington Beach
Wrestling Theme: "Where Is Your God Now" Rok Nardin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Zu_3IAR5Ms
Wrestling Moveset(5-20 moves): Arrogant Clothesline, Spinebuster, German Suplex, Belly to Belly, Running Dropkick to Knee, Running Knee to Downed Opponent, Monkey Flip, Baseball Slide, Snapping Scoop Slam, Oklahoma Slam

Wrestling Signature(1-5 moves): Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, Epileptic Elbow Drop (Great Muta Running Elbow Drop), Above Average Moonsault, Full Nelson Release Suplex, Posing Strikes Combination, Stalling Suplex w/ Theatrics

Wrestling Finisher(1-3): The Money Shot (Top Rope Elbow Drop w/ Theatrics), Running Shining Wizard, Sit Out 3 Rep Military Press Slam

Wrestling Entrance: Song starts at 0:13 as fog fills the arean, at 0:30 Danger, Danger Fontaine starts walking through the fog at 0:35 he runs to the ring, cape billowing magnificently behind him, where he passes back and forth to each of the ring corners cutting dramatic turns at each ring corner so his cape billow behind him dramatically.

Wrestling Appearance:
Towering over his opponents, in a very manly manner, Danger, Danger Fontaine is 6'4" and 246 pounds of raw hard taut muscle slathered in copious baby oil. His build is best described as mercilessly powerful and massively sexual. His perfectly manicured mustache poking out of his black and white mask, which has been custom made to allow for this. He wears one pattern or another of military camouflage shorts and Gold's Gym Muscle shirts. He also wears bog standard wrestling boots and fingerless weightlifting gloves. All of this is set off beautifully by the bright red cape he wears for his entrance.

Wrestling Bio:
Additional Info: When the match calls for it Danger, Danger Fontaine brings his own weapons to the ring these weapons are: a wooden folding table, a Chinese folding metal chair, a kendo stick, a stop sign, a baseball bat, and a single live and very confused lobster.
For special occasions he will dress up as a superhero, every year he allows his fans to vote for what superhero he should be this year, and every year he overrides their suggestions because obviously Batman is best.

Breaking Kayfabe 2.0 The Reboot

For anyone interested in joining but without enough knowledge of moves to feel comfortable joining...

primusdatabase.com/index.php?title=Wr…

Bear in mind each of those images is a GIF so you can see the move performed

Breaking Kayfabe 2.0 The Reboot

Editing this to form in the next few minutes. Going to eat so it's not done yet but I'm stopping for a bit.

Danger, Danger Fontaine

Name: Donald Fostaine
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Wrestling Name: Danger, Danger Fontaine
Wrestling Moniker: Masked and Mustachioed Macho...Guy
Wrestling Location: Huntington Beach
Wrestling Theme: "Where Is Your God Now" Rok Nardin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Zu_3IAR5Ms
Wrestling Moveset(5-20 moves): Arrogant Clothesline, Spinebuster, German Suplex, Belly to Belly, Running Dropkick to Knee, Running Knee to Downed Opponent, Monkey Flip, Baseball Slide, Snapping Scoop Slam, Oklahoma Slam

Wrestling Signature(1-5 moves): Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, Epileptic Elbow Drop (Great Muta Running Elbow Drop), Above Average Moonsault, Full Nelson Release Suplex, Posing Strikes Combination, Stalling Suplex w/ Theatrics

Wrestling Finisher(1-3): The Money Shot (Top Rope Elbow Drop w/ Theatrics), Running Shining Wizard, Sit Out 3 Rep Military Press Slam

Wrestling Entrance: Song starts at 0:13 as fog fills the arean, at 0:30 Danger, Danger Fontaine starts walking through the fog at 0:35 he runs to the ring, cape billowing magnificently behind him, where he passes back and forth to each of the ring corners cutting dramatic turns at each ring corner so his cape billow behind him dramatically.

Wrestling Appearance:
Towering over his opponents, in a very manly manner, Danger, Danger Fontaine is 6'4" and 246 pounds of raw hard taut muscle slathered in copious baby oil. His build is best described as mercilessly powerful and massively sexual. His perfectly manicured mustache poking out of his black and white mask, which has been custom made to allow for this. He wears one pattern or another of military camouflage shorts and Gold's Gym Muscle shirts. He also wears bog standard wrestling boots and fingerless weightlifting gloves. All of this is set off beautifully by the bright red cape he wears for his entrance.

Wrestling Bio:
Additional Info: When the match calls for it Danger, Danger Fontaine brings his own weapons to the ring these weapons are: a wooden folding table, a Chinese folding metal chair, a kendo stick, a stop sign, a baseball bat, and a single live and very confused lobster.
For special occasions he will dress up as a superhero, every year he allows his fans to vote for what superhero he should be this year, and every year he overrides their suggestions because obviously Batman is best.

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

None of them seemed particularly keen to venture underground and Gorosk did not blame them. He was from eager to jump down into the rat out himself. The tunnels were the rats home, they deeper they ventured the darker and tighter the tunnels would become and the more rank the stench of the air. These were mere matters of comfort though really and much as they might make someone think twice about venturing further the real trouble was the rats themselves. It was difficult to say how many more be crawling through these burrowed dens. A dozen, two dozen, eight dozen? In such cramped quarters they would be difficult to fight.

"Let's get this done," Gorosk said, realizing they had little real choice in the matter, "You can use these for the torch, giantess," he spoke to Vah'lux as he unwound the wraps that covered his fists and held them out to her.

"Unless anyone has any objections, I will take lead."

WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

I will go back over it in the next couple days to fit it better to this setting and see what changes I might want to make to it now, but here is the CS for my character from the other RP.

Roald Cliffbloom

Name: Roald Cliffbloom

Race/Species: Ratling

Gender: Male

Age: 43

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.):
Roald is small in stature, not surprising for a Ratling, and hairy, also not surprising. He's tan and oddly fit for a race commonly known for their pot bellies. He has wild overgrown eyebrows and an up turned nose scrunched up with a large forehead. He has thick messy dark brown hair which is gradually going gray and sideburns as well as a neigh permanent five o' clock shadow. His default facial expression is a frown.

Attire:
Light Brown/Grey Head Wrap
Climbing Ropes Wrapped Up Around Shoulder
Green Cameleoline Cloak
Militarum Auxilia Chest Strap with Two Pockets and Skull Emblem
Standard Olive Drab Uniform Shirt and Pants
Thick Belt with a Canteen Holder Attached on One Side and an Ammo Box on the other
Bandaging Wraps Around Wrists/Hands and Ankles/Feet

Personality:
With his fellow Rogue Traders, whether alone with them or peacefully exploring a town with them, he is loud, crude, coarse, obnoxious, drunken, lecherous, gluttonous, and yet somehow still charming. He takes full advantage of his small nonthreatening stature and large eyes so that even when he presses things too far and gets a well deserved slap or shove the conversations generally keep on. He is easy to talk to, easy not to take seriously, and somehow despite how offensive he can be he rarely actually offends. He wants the things everyone wants, he's just more open about wanting them and generally wants more of them.

Aboard the ship he serves as the mechanic. His small size allows him to get around the moving parts more easily and to attend to them from angles that many wouldn't be able to. His curiosity, persistence, and ample application of grease, oil, lubricant, or whatever other fluid he thinks likely to help him solve a problem have served the ship well in keeping things moving. Often times the smell of oil and muffled sound of incoherent swearing echo from the oddest sections of the ship.

In the field, when out on a mission, he is much more professional and quiet during the scouting and traveling phases. Given an order he will quickly find a way to escape even his fellow Trader's view and then pop up again some time later having ventured ahead far afield. When the rifles start cracking his loud whoops tend to accompany his return fire and often, immediately after one of his traps goes off, his barking laughter can be heard from somewhere or other in the battlefield.

One of his goals is to become influential/powerful/wealthy enough to improve his peoples standing in the Empire. After the many slaughters and near genocide at Ornsworld he wants to secure a future for his people and be remembered for doing so. His secondary goal is to get laid, get paid, and repeat that cycle over and over as much as possible until he drops dead. It is often not at all clear which is the priority for Roald.

He is a drunken lecherous loud mouth, but also a sneaky, half mad, mean, little bugger. He works for a paycheck, the notoriety, and to get his hands on booze, drugs, tech, and women from across the universe.

History:
Roald's professional life began in the Militarum Auxilia. With his fellow Abhumans he served in this specialist division of the Astra Militarum as a member of a crew of Ratlings. He didn't manage to fit in quite as well as he had hoped. While his combat capabilities were exemplary his personality didn't do him many favors. Certain things are expected among a company of Ratlings but even then there are limits. Roald's inability to exist within these bounds led to his exile from the Militarum Auxilia.

He had served well as a Trailblazer. His confidence, restlessness and some tendencies toward solitude made him a perfect fit for the primary responsibilities of the role, and his penchant for explosions and sometimes rather disturbing exuberance when sending rounds into the general cranium region of unsuspecting enemy troops served him well. He'd joined them in enough campaigns and saw them through enough tight spots that when his general debauchery and penchant for "borrowing" stuff from adjacent units and the populace in general got him in trouble he was assigned to stay on Bakka, participating in repairs and maintenance of the Imperial battlefleets docked there.

He figured out fairly quickly that the whole damn place was hot and smokey, the company wasn't much to look at, and there was no one and nothing fun to shoot. Though he enjoyed the work at first the sedate life of a full time mechanic would never fit him and so sought to join on with the first Rogue Trader to make a stop on Bakka and begin his new life.

Skills:
Roald is the consummate Trailblazer, having found a role that fits his natural abilities and inclinations rather well.

In town or, during his Auxilia days, around camp he is quite proficient at procuring near anything he or his unit need or want. When he chooses to he can be very outgoing and friendly, while he is almost always obnoxious and coarse. He is fairly good at disarming hostile but not yet violent strangers due to his diminutive size in the hope to gain useful information about nearby likely hostile areas or the location of fun toys to play with.

Despite his often loud and obnoxious nature among his crewmates when he is on the job he is eerily capable of evading detection and remaining undetected while moving through hostile areas at a relatively high rate of speed. He can swiftly move up the sheerest cliffs and wiggle through the smallest of openings due to his small stature and considerable proportionate strength. Having moved unseen through these areas he is then able to help others navigate their dangers with minimal risk utilizing freshly made trails or old trails freshly uncovered.

When things inevitably wind their way toward some folks he is fond of shooting a lot of folks he doesn't particularly care for he utilizes some of the tech has has managed to "acquire" over the years to harass, distract, and slow down the enemy. Stealth cloaks, combat webbing, ropes, hooks, all manner of traps, and his small size and fondness for finding crevices to stick himself into (hee hee) allow him to create opportunities for himself to engage the enemy when they are at their weakest.

When it comes down to the actual shooting he uses those traps, his small size, his speed, and his accuracy with his Long-Las to confound the enemy and attempt to set them up to be ambushed by his fellow Traders or caught in their own crossfire. He has the uncanny and sometimes downright unsettling ability to set traps up in the most devious of places to inflict grievous wounds and sew discord.

Equipment and Weapons:
-Vox-Caster
-Monocular Telescope
-Canteen on Belt
-Cameleoline Cloak
-Climbing Gear

-Long-Las Rifle
-Combat Knife (attached to waist)
-Various traps and trap making materials

All the Polite Phrases and Pretty Graces

Don't forget the Discord.

Site Mod Selection

Yes, and my suggested question is for prospective mods and is that they consider how that issue, transparency, might be solved. Has nothing to do with current staff or "overarching opinionated questions about current staff"

All the Polite Phrases and Pretty Graces

Welcome!

I joined for pretty much the same reason. The site my group was using changed forum layouts and the new one was horrible, so we all migrated here. RPGuild generally has lots of science fiction and fantasy RPs. Particularly if you have any interest in the Warhammer settings or the Elder Scrolls setting. Good luck.