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Blaze Gamma
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STATUS: Actually Frankenstein was the Roleplayer, not the RP 3 yrs ago
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Actually Frankenstein was the Roleplayer, not the RP
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Mood is still shot.
3 yrs ago
And my depression just got set off
3 yrs ago
Is there anyone here who might be willing to run a Pathfinder1e scenario tomorrow night at 9:30 est? Got a full table but no GM
3 yrs ago
Bleeeeh. I want to be in a Pathfinder game, not just GM or Society play
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So yeah, this is Blaze. I'm sorry you had to see this. I do 1x1s of the we're all going to hell variety. 32 ( NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo). Living in EST. Male. Uh... Stuff. PM me for RPs of questionable moral fibre.
If you want to RP, I'm most easily contacted on Discord (Blaze_Gamma#6210), but I check my PMs here too pretty often.
If you want to RP, I'm most easily contacted on Discord (Blaze_Gamma#6210), but I check my PMs here too pretty often.
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I suppose that is an unrealistic amount. Is 1/8 cents more accurate?
I WILL FUCK START YOUR HEAD
Quarter cents.
"Oi, careful there!" Advent called back to the floored prisoner. "Ah, dammit..." He turned to the acting warden, lowering his stance. "Hey there, big guy, I know, you've got a job to do and all, but there's some important things of mine in here and I've gotta get out of here, so I need this guy to watch my back, so how about we just play nice and pretend we never met each other..." He said with a smile.
Focus... Advent thought to himself. He knew the words wouldn't convince the man, but he needed a little time. Just need to focus. If I can fortify my fist it will only take one punch, so FOCUS
Focus... Advent thought to himself. He knew the words wouldn't convince the man, but he needed a little time. Just need to focus. If I can fortify my fist it will only take one punch, so FOCUS
Oh gawd two foreraise marines. Ooc chatter will be required
Gonna say that the warden we're fighting is the sub-warden. I've got a guy in mind for the actual warden of the place.
Advent sighed and scratched his head. "Advent," he said, kicking a plank from the bench in half and taking it in his left, holding it in a backhanded grip. "And, seeing as I have a feeling this situation is going to cause me a bit of trouble, I'm thinking I'm going to break out of here now... A week off was enough time for me," he said, looking around.
'Guards will be coming soon, but I need to know from where...' He thought to himself as he lowered his stance, holding the plank close to his back and his fist ahead.
"So, I'm getting out of here... If you want to watch my back, I won't stop you from leaving with me," Advent said as he jumped into the air, doing a flip over someone who he used to brace his hand, then kicked off of, knocking the man into several others. "Just keep up. I move kind of fast," he said, darting toward the main building of the prison.
'Guards will be coming soon, but I need to know from where...' He thought to himself as he lowered his stance, holding the plank close to his back and his fist ahead.
"So, I'm getting out of here... If you want to watch my back, I won't stop you from leaving with me," Advent said as he jumped into the air, doing a flip over someone who he used to brace his hand, then kicked off of, knocking the man into several others. "Just keep up. I move kind of fast," he said, darting toward the main building of the prison.
Advent looked up. "This place is too noisy... Can't a guy just get a nap?" He asked, sitting up and yawning again, realizing that the spot he was in was quickly becoming surrounded by pissed off inmates. "Sheesh, what a pain in the ass..." He mumbled, looking at the noisy man. "Is a prison yard really the place to be causing this kind of ruckus?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. He looked up at the other man before standing up straight so they were eye to eye. Someone threw a punch, trying to catch one of the two off guard.
It didn't work. Advent stepped back slightly, reaching under the man's wrist. He stepped back forward in the same motion, tucking his shoulder under the attacker's armpit. He lunged upwards while shifting on his heels, flipping the aggressor over his shoulder and onto the ground on his back, all without releasing the man's wrist. He then forced the man's arm straight down, popping the shoulder, and likely the elbow as well, out of socket. "Dammit... They're going to think I'm your friend now... Who the heck are you, anyway?" He asked as he let go of the limp arm, allowing the prisoner to writhe on the ground in pain.
It didn't work. Advent stepped back slightly, reaching under the man's wrist. He stepped back forward in the same motion, tucking his shoulder under the attacker's armpit. He lunged upwards while shifting on his heels, flipping the aggressor over his shoulder and onto the ground on his back, all without releasing the man's wrist. He then forced the man's arm straight down, popping the shoulder, and likely the elbow as well, out of socket. "Dammit... They're going to think I'm your friend now... Who the heck are you, anyway?" He asked as he let go of the limp arm, allowing the prisoner to writhe on the ground in pain.
Quick bit about my character
Name is Roland Advent (Going with the naming order from the show, so his given name is Advent, family name is Roland). Age 20, 6'0", toned build. Former Marine from Marineford. Combat style is a form of CQC where a saber is held in off hand with a focus on hand to hand and takedowns, using the saber when engaging multiple combatants or as a defensive tool.
No devil fruit power.
Name is Roland Advent (Going with the naming order from the show, so his given name is Advent, family name is Roland). Age 20, 6'0", toned build. Former Marine from Marineford. Combat style is a form of CQC where a saber is held in off hand with a focus on hand to hand and takedowns, using the saber when engaging multiple combatants or as a defensive tool.
No devil fruit power.
Hundreds of years ago, a man became known as the "King of the Pirates", by doing the impossible, reaching the island of Raftel at the end of the Grand Line. While the name of this man has been lost to history, his legacy lived on.
A Golden Age of Piracy...
A Silver Age of Piracy...
The King of the Pirates, who hailed from the weakest of the four seas.
The names of the era became forgotten, as did many of the stories, but in these many years, wars have come and gone, technology lost and gained, but the legacy of the King would never disappear.
The world stands on the crux of a new age. Privateers roam the sea, free of the grips of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons. It is in these days, that one crew began to form, one who's adventures would shake the Grand Line and the world.
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
Advent yawned slightly as he stared into the light blue sky. He took a moment to ponder how he'd gotten here. His leg hung over a bench in a prison yard. He'd been arrested a week ago for attempting to steal a Marine ship. Were he not a Marine before that day, he was certain he'd have been put to the gallows instead.
"Should probably leave soon..." He mumbled to himself, rolling over on the hard wooden bench. Of course, he'd also been written off as a weakling. While he'd been on a crew on the Grand Line one from Marine Headquarters in Marineford, he'd often slacked off, trying to keep his head down and get constant demotions. All of this, of course, was to get shipped off to the sea where the King of the Pirates was born and set sail from. Advent wanted to explore that sea, to live and follow in the footsteps of that man.
"Hey, shithead," someone spoke. "This is my bench. Shove off."
Advent rolled back over with a groan. "Hmm?" He mumbled.
A Golden Age of Piracy...
A Silver Age of Piracy...
The King of the Pirates, who hailed from the weakest of the four seas.
The names of the era became forgotten, as did many of the stories, but in these many years, wars have come and gone, technology lost and gained, but the legacy of the King would never disappear.
The world stands on the crux of a new age. Privateers roam the sea, free of the grips of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons. It is in these days, that one crew began to form, one who's adventures would shake the Grand Line and the world.
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
Advent yawned slightly as he stared into the light blue sky. He took a moment to ponder how he'd gotten here. His leg hung over a bench in a prison yard. He'd been arrested a week ago for attempting to steal a Marine ship. Were he not a Marine before that day, he was certain he'd have been put to the gallows instead.
"Should probably leave soon..." He mumbled to himself, rolling over on the hard wooden bench. Of course, he'd also been written off as a weakling. While he'd been on a crew on the Grand Line one from Marine Headquarters in Marineford, he'd often slacked off, trying to keep his head down and get constant demotions. All of this, of course, was to get shipped off to the sea where the King of the Pirates was born and set sail from. Advent wanted to explore that sea, to live and follow in the footsteps of that man.
"Hey, shithead," someone spoke. "This is my bench. Shove off."
Advent rolled back over with a groan. "Hmm?" He mumbled.
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