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8 yrs ago
Current If I wasn't so lazy I could have had my own evil lair by now.
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9 yrs ago
It's weird to think about not thinking
9 yrs ago
Lose your mind a little. You'll understand it better if you can find it again
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9 yrs ago
Nobody worth getting to know is ever considered 'normal'
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11 yrs ago
We'll paint the scene, we'll write the melody. We are the creators.

Bio

I'm Bobert, I like to roleplay, and I wouldn't be here otherwise. I enjoy creating unconventional characters, as I like to explore the different ways they might interact with others. Automatons are a favorite, 'beep bop' goes the robot.

If you're still reading this, that's cool. Hope you have a nice day

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And now I'm caught up in the OOC. New characters are looking pretty punk rock, even if I kinda only skimmed most of them. It was informative skimming though; I read a lot, just not all the details yet.

I feel like I should say something else but my mind is drawn a-blank right now. Have this confusing youtube for now while I try to remember


Man, anyone know how to make the video appear in the post? Can't figure it out...
Huh. Well I can wait, and not much else; both people I was collabing with are now MIA.

Soooooooooo, how is everyone?
Welp, I copy pasta'd my app from the previous thread. Didn't really change anything, except for adding the two words 'and drugs' somewhere in there.

Hi all you new people :D
Basics


Name: Ivan 'A'
Age: 47
Appeared Age: early 60's
Height: 6'8
Weight: 230 lbs
Eye Color: Brown. Sclera are the colour of mud
Hair Color: Black
Physical Disabilities: Blind
Physical Identifiers:
  • What appears to be the second stage of 'The Sickness' can be seen underneath Ivan's eyes

Appearance:

Ivan isn't too easy on the eyes for most people, his personal care being greatly neglected as he can't see to take care of himself. His improper diet has led to malnourishment, which keeps him looking chronically ill even if ignoring how his hair has fallen out or the dark patches under his eyes. While he can't know how he looks, Ivan understands it's anything but pretty and very rarely takes off his hood. He rarely takes anything off for that mater; having one set of clothing that he wears like a second skin and it's kept 'clean' by the sand and dirt constantly getting everywhere.

Ivan is a rather large man, and despite his somewhat sickly looks is in fairly good physical condition. To go with his height he's also quite heavy set, with a somewhat imbalanced combination of fat and muscle that gives him the physique of a long ago retired rugby player. If it weren't for his nomadic lifestyle he'd be quite unfit, though days on end of trudging through the desert with a heavy pack keep him considerably strong underneath his layer of flab. A large amount of his strength comes from knowing how to throw his weight around though, and his arms are comparably weak to the rest of him.

Background

Residence: Homeless
Profession: N/A
Aligned Faction: N/A
Relatives: Most likely deceased

Gear

Weapons:
  • Rocket Launcher: Ivan refers to this as his 'dust kicker', and it's use isn't strictly offensive. It's main purpose is to destroy the earth where the ground may have become compacted or hard for Ivan to utilize. Aim it at the ground, and anything blasted apart becomes loose enough to be manipulated by Ivan.
  • Hunting Knife: A fairly standard boot knife; almost entirely used for utility though it has been pulled in self defense before.

Armor: Some light padding, including a bullet proof vest, but otherwise it's meant to help keep him from harm as he stumbles about the desert.
Ammunition:
  • Dirty Rounds: Three crudely crafted but still functional grenades
  • High Grade Rounds: One military grade grenade, kept in Ivan's pack for an 'emergency'

Backpack:
  • Largely used to carry water bottles, ammunition, some food, and drugs. A sleeve of sorts on the outside holds his rocket launcher, and the outer pockets hold a few personal things such as his flute, a filthy compass, and some bandages, a lighter, and a dirty glass pipe.


Immortalis Information

Manifested Phenomena: Earth Moving. Able to direct anything that will allow itself to be moved.
Unique Abilities:
  • Muddy eyes: Though technically blind, Ivan can still 'see' dirt and sand. Anything dirty appears a la the invisible man covered in flour, and anything clean will escape his notice. To make things more noticeable, Ivan will often drag his dirtied hands on things.
  • Sandstorm: Ivan can swirl any material he has available around him, the particles easily get in people's eyes and if there's enough sand or dirt available he can completely shroud himself. The larger the sandstorm the less dense it can be, and it can not be directed as Ivan must stay at the center. This ability does render him practically blind, but should do the same to his foes.
  • Dune Digger: Through any loose terrain, Ivan can shift the material around him and travel extremely quickly in this manner. He can't see where he's going though while underground as he's surrounded by sand, and this is mostly used as an escape tool.

Strengths:
  • Reserved: Ivan consistently goes long periods of time with minimal food and water, able to use his abilities to move around and conserve energy should he need to.
  • Traveler: Ivan has spent most of his life wandering from place to place, not wanting to settle down anywhere and knowing the way from town to town quite well trusting he has his compass.
  • Escapist: Ivan has become fairly good at making himself scarce, and will often do so rather than confront any threats should he see it as an option.

Weaknesses:
  • Unawares: While Ivan can make out the shape of his environment details are hard to come by. Ivan has a poor sense of direction (without his compass), is unable to read most things, and can't see anything that is relatively clean.
  • I haven't aged well: Ivan doesn't lead a very healthy lifestyle, eating improperly and inconsistently, living out in the open most of the time, and having poor personal hygiene since the dirt he's cover in keeps him from smelling a whole lot.
  • Addict: Ivan has an addictive personality, and partakes in most forms of getting inebriated any chance he gets, foregoing food sometimes.


Well then, I best get searchin for the new stuff. Up, up, and away!
@TheMadAsshatter

I got four minutes in.

Weird. Goony. Dubbtastic.
Alive, and posted. I've just been kinda tired lately, but I got around to it. Sorry for the wait.
Xeno hadn't been sure how to react to Anthony suddenly changing the subject, giving the goomy an odd look as the sluggish pokemon moved away as quickly as he could. "I'll be down here for when you're ready," the sableye called out after a short while, watching patiently until Anthony was out of sight. An Esso-wes message. That sounds important, Xeno began to ponder, clued in more by Anthony's tone than anything. It was difficult to feel like there was a hurry after watching the goomy 'rush off' however, so Xeno opted to take a seat on the ground and retrieve his one possession aside from his badge; the map. Still the piece of paper sat behind his ear, folded up neatly and covered in coal dust after having been handled so much during his venture to the mountain.

The thought of food crossed Xeno's mind and he frowned, knowing he'd eventually need to return to the mountain. It wasn't uncommon to go a day or two without eating though, such was life when you had to blindly claw through rock to find rock you could eat. It wasn't a concern now however, and Xeno unfolded the map to examine the little circle covered in scribbles. "North," he muttered, remembering what the Quagsire had said about the 'N' shape on the top of the map compass. Using his finger to follow the arrow the 'N' was on, Xeno traced a path upwards until he hit the edge of the paper. So that's far north, Xeno thought, noting how far his finger had traveled.

Eventually Xeno was greeted with the sight of Josh and Matt, the later carrying the former as usual. They seemed rushed, more so than Anthony had been, and so Xeno folded up his map and made his way over to them as they exited the guild. "Matt, Josh- Anthony I think wanted to find you. Something about an Esso-wes message," the sableye called to them, wedging his map behind his right ear, opposite the ear he kept his badge behind.
*kicks awkwardly at the ground, never having played Fallout*
I'll try to post later today. I'm feeling better but I'm a bit busy.
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