BingTheWing

Japan Under Siege- A Godzilla RP

Still here. Got the general idea of my post, but still trying to figure out how to phrase it. And my body isn't always ready nowadays O_O

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Roll call! Present!

Japan Under Siege- A Godzilla RP

Yuy.

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

Waiting for Orior, and maybe Bee's character. But no rush, I'm still here :P

Japan Under Siege- A Godzilla RP

Name: Terence Jean-Balfourt Appearance: Pvt. Jean-Balfourt of the French Foreign Legion on tour in Afghanistan, 2005. Gender: Male Age: 33 Occupation: Geologist Nationality: American-French Personality: Terence is a disciplined, intellectual man, shaped by his years in the military and in the field of geology. He is incessantly interested with his work, and has the ability to babble on and on about any subject in geology mentioned in conversation. He can relate with soldiers because of his experience in the military and knows how to use firearms. He has a simmering hate for the kaiju and it would not be considered prudent to turn that simmer into a flame. Brief Bio: The outcome of an adventurous private in the Legion and a Parisian banker, Terence grew up in Paris. His family home was a short bus ride away from the Catacombs of Paris - the famed underground tomb where rows upon rows of skulls sat on racks. Besides the history of the place, Terence was also intrigued by the decay of the rock the tomb was made out of. He loved studying it and taking home small chips of rock to experiment on with his school's scientific instruments. His mother also made a pretty euro as a banker, and when Terence's father was on leave the whole family vacationed to ancient ruins all across Europe. Terence was most fascinated with the old castle ruins in Britain, fascinated by the variety of rock the ancient and medieval Britons used to build their fortresses. Terence graduated from the University of Paris in 2003 in geology and minoring in history. However, this was also around the time that Terence's father was killed in action in Afghanistan. Terence felt it was his responsibility to remember his father by carrying out the same duty to his country. When he enlisted, he was miraculously put in the exact same regiment as his father, in Afghanistan. By 2005, he had fifteen kills to his name. However, Terence was wounded by a grenade in the same year and a piece of shrapnel found its way into his left leg. He was told by his surgeon that unfortunately he would have a permanent limp and had to be discharged from duty, which Terence did not take lightly. Terence finally found a job which he was really interested in - as a geologist working for a mining company based in Brittany. He made a generally comfortable living for four years and sent money to his mother in France. Until one day, when he got himself separated from a group inspecting the deeper parts of a mine, he found a mysteriously very faintly glowing green rock about the size of his palm. He finally was reunited with the group, but he never told anybody about the mysterious rock, experimenting on it in secret. He was shocked to extract living cells made of unidentifiable DNA from the rock! The day after, he was contacted by an organization called Monarch, telling him they had answers. Terence resigned from his job (claiming he had been invited by his mother to work in Paris) and joined Monarch in secret. He was told that the mysterious living cells extracted from the rock belonged to the eggs of a MUTO, probably displaced as a result of a high biological signature. Terence's aging mother was vacationing in Las Vegas when the MUTOs struck and was not found among the survivors. Terence grieved incessantly, and swore revenge on the MUTOs and vowed to kill at least one of them somehow. Godzilla did the dirty work for him, but Terence sensed that there could be more and payed even more attention to his work. Terence volunteered to be transferred to Japan last month because of certain scientific tests he wanted to carry out in Fuji. Beginning Location: Conducting seismic tests on the lower slopes of Mount Fuji. Other: Is also a devout Protestant Christian and an amazing soccer player (his favorite team is Real Madrid).

Japan Under Siege- A Godzilla RP

HURRRRRRRR RURRMURRMBURRR MURRR making a CS! Save a spot for me!

Japan Under Siege- A Godzilla RP

HUrrrrrrrr REmmmmember muurr

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Nice post Bing, I especially like the trailing off at the end!

@Nariata

Thanks. :D

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

Aaand up! Guild has new duds. Exciting.

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

The warhammer was beautiful, in a way. A rectangular block of iron about four fists wide and ten fists long, was perched atop a thick oaken handle laced with gold and adorned with various jewels. Some jewels seemed to be missing - there were some notable holes in the goldwork, some seared. One quarter of the iron block seemed violently melted, a horrific, almost hellish amount of heat applied in a single moment. About half of the melted end had mysterious dark shards protruding from it, some glowing eerily but faintly in the candlelight. A single word in sharp dwarf-runes was lightly inscribed along the top of the hammer, a fiery light seeming to emanate from it at times. Translated into the Common script, it read Dumatír in dwarf-tongue, which in the Common tongue is Dark-sealer. "Don't touch it." Hidur gruffly lifted the hammer with his soot-stained gloved hands away from the entranced Helm, who blindly raised a gauntlet to it as if in a trance. "I-I'm sorry." The Helm quickly retracted his gauntlet, as if the warhammer was aflame. "It's just that Perundus wishes to take Malbareth's Bane into its custody for safekeeping-" "NO! A thousand times in stone and never more, no!" Hidur set Dumatír back into its ornate case and shut it defensively. "This is the third and last time you people will come to see Dumatír taken away from her rightful place! Have you people no respect for family heirlooms?" The Helm narrowed his eyes, while some of his men backed away in a mix of fear and respect for the dwarf's Adamance. "The Grand Temple has more than ten times the manpower and blessed weaponry than here." "Not for all the branches of Icebreaker Arms and Armor and the death of that miserly elf will I give in to your demands, master Helm! As long as this dwarf and his descendants draw breath, it will stay right over there." Hidur motioned to the case latched into the wall with a wary eye at the holy knights. A stray hand gripped the blacksmith's hammer at Hidur's waist. "Then there is nothing we can do except to send more men here, Hidur son of Hodor, and that will leave Perundus undefended," the human reasoned with a frustrated look. "We cannot guarantee Dumatír's safety outside Perundus's walls. The Black Wanderer will not smite the Grand Temple's gate unless he brings an army along with him, which in the increased vigilance of ALL of Belar's armies will prove more difficult than a hundred years ago." "I'm telling you, your Grand Priest will come over here to Estermere if he wants to be the worthy man to wield it. And I am the only dwarf worthy enough to guard it!" The Helm simmered until his comrade took him by the shoulder plate. "Captain. Surely you must know the stubbornness of dwarves. This one is no different-" "I know." The Helm shook it off. "We'll return to the temple. Send word to Perundus that Icebreaker is not budging and to double the guard again here." His comrade nodded, and the armored knights exited the smithy in an orderly but dissatisfied fashion, their captain no exception. Meanwhile, Hidur eyed every single one of them with a suspicious eye and proceeded to securely turn the last locks of the the ornate case. "Yo, ho ho, to you I go To break my heart and drink my woe! For horse may bolt and gold may go, But to you I'll go, through friend or foe! Oh, black are the foggy clouds of night And bright be the fat pig's flesh in light! But through rain and shine, through sword or bow, To you 'll go, through friend or foe! Merry is our meeting down here, And solemn is the Light's presence up there! But through black and blue and Light's sword too, To you I'll go... though I be a fool!" A general laugh with a puke and a burp here and there was heard in the large backyard of the Leaping Stag as all the patrons began another drinking song with more or less the same tipsy melody as the first one. A tremendous bonfire with three boars on the roast was at the very center of the enclosure. Two still-sober but laughing figures stood leaning onto the wooden fence encircling the area. "Good batch of ale tonight, I presume?" "Aye, mayor." The other figure supped his ale. "Though I doubt it'll last for long, with this Malbareth lark from a century ago." The other figure stopped supping his flagon. "You think old Hidur'll give up his old man's hammer?" "Doubt it. Dwarves are stubborn folk and this one ain't any different." The two clinked their flagons together and drank deep.