Bright_Ops

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

@Raven_Operative

Oh... Why didn't you tag me for that post then?

Fire Emblem: Abyss (Open)

Steel sword and Vulenary would be good for Artyom' starting equipment as well.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

"No idea at the moment. All I have are some potatoes and some onions. Was kind of banking on other people having some spare food to whip something up... But if we can find some oil I could at least fry up some chips..." before he had the chance to ask what Jatmoore's first name was... or even introduce himself properly, the call went out that they were going to be on the move again in half an hour. Granted it would be for a day off, but still.

"Bugger... not enough time to cook a meal worth a damn... but we can cook something up when we get at Base." He muttered aloud, more to himself then anyone. Turning to the woman, he offered her his hand as he introduced himself as "Andrew Macdonald. Pleasure to meet you."

@Raven_Operative@Zarkun

Fire Emblem: Abyss (Open)

@Heckno12

Tagged you in the post... Forgot to did it the first time and I'm not sure if you get notified if I add it on an edit.

Fire Emblem: Abyss (Open)

Artyom Barkov

While he had seem plenty of refugees from Rjaskav and Solvnir that seemed broken down or just... hollow from the horrors, Artyom didn't seem all that fussed himself. Standing in the crowd with an almost bored expression, hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had traveled with him through good days and ensured that he lived to see through the bad ones as he listened to the announcement. Truthfully he didn't really need to hear about what the creatures were; He was fairly certain that his own experiences with them were greater then anything some noble bastards had noticed while looking over their shoulder with their tail between their legs while driving a wagon filled with as much of their wealth as they could load up while their hired help fought and died to buy them time... but you never knew, maybe someone had actually spotted something he had missed.

As the announce came and went, he learned nothing new about the creatures down south... but the bounty that they were offering as a damn fine one... and odds were good that there was still plenty of riches back south that hadn't been transported in time that could be rescued from the darkness.

Glancing around himself for a moment to see if he could spot any other takers, his gaze fell on a young boy wearing the colors of their homeland of Rjaskav doing the same. Offering the kid a small smile, he walked over before nodding his head. "Thinking of heading back south?" He offered the kid a hand to shake "Artyom Barkov, ready to go for a second round with the shadowy buggers. Beats waiting around for them to get here."

@Heckno12

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@CelticSoldier

Please post Alison. Her response will help dictate what Fortune does.

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

"You would be surprised by how many people don't know how to use a knife properly." Draco answered back, even as his gaze followed the illusions of brightly colored fish shimmering through the air. He couldn't help but smile softly. "I do believe we are going to work together swimmingly Kassy. Though..." For a moment, he looked slightly embarrassed as he reached up to rub the back of his neck "Can you tell me what class this is? I literally got pointed towards the room and told it was my first class."

@Mistress Dizzy

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@BCTheEntity

Well, Fio'Ui needs to be in a collab with those he is with. Not much else he can do on his own rather then scream and try not to die.

Fire Emblem: Abyss (Open)

Artyom

Name: Artyom Barkov
Appearance:

My Hider

Age:25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Personality: Brash, somewhat arrogant and (if he believes himself to be right) rather headstrong, Artyom is not a man who backs down easily. His career as a professional mercenary as also left him as something of a 'Moral Void', having committed several jobs over the years that others might considered horrible without feeling a twinge of guilt; He manages to do this because he views himself as little more then a tool akin to an axe. After all, an axe doesn't care if it is chopping into wood, the skull of a wolf or the ribcage of a enemy, only that its wielder cleans it and ensures that it is in good condition.

He also believes that actions taken to help others should be done in as discrete a fashion as possible, both for the sake of the pride of those that are being helped and because if someone is making a big deal out of being charitable to others, they aren't doing it to actually help them.

Starting Classes: Mercenary

Starting Equipment: Iron sword and Vulenary.

Bio:
Artyom was born in the nation of Rjaskav in a rather poor, downtrodden village who's glory days were long passed with when the local silver mine ran dry. Opportunities to eat a steady meal were few and far between and as soon as Artyom was old enough to be considered a man when he turned thirteen he was given what his family could spare before being booted at the door to fend for himself so that his younger brothers and sisters could have more to eat.

With no future in his birth village, Artyom traveled towards the nearest city and by chance signed up with a mercenary band that was recruiting there. For over a decade he happily served with the Sunset Axe Company, occasionally fighting a battle with Solvnir but more often then not being employed to handle... more local disputes.

The onset of the Abyss was something of a short boon for the Sunset Axe company; They were able to make a killing protecting the wealthy from the onset of nightmarish horrors that came from the darkness at first, but after one battle went horribly wrong most of the company died and it was quickly decided that now was a good as time as any to retire with as much of their loot as they could. Fleeing towards New Capita, Artyom found himself without... well, anything to do. Granted he still had enough money to keep himself going for a while before that became a problem, but sooner or later he was going to have to address that.

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

@Mistress Dizzy

Sure.