Bweoti

Camp Half Blood

**pins and needles** I don't wanna wait. I can, cause we have to wait, but I don't wanna :P

X-Men: Declassified

Full name: Pietro Django Maximoff
Codename: Quicksilver
From: Transia, but recently naturalized to the United States
Appearance: 6'0", 175 lbs, Blue eyes and Silver hair. In costume, he wears a silver/blue suit with white lightning bolts down his legs and across his chest. Rarely is out of costume, due to the high speeds ripping off clothes that aren't designed for high winds. But, when out of costume, he wears tight fitting stylish clothes that are available to the region.
Powers: Extreme supersonic speed in both mind and body, even capable of running across large expanses of water. He resists the effects of friction, has a reduced need for oxygen, and resists kinetic impact while moving at super-speeds. Has superhuman strength (Can lift about a 1/2 ton), and Enhanced Durability. Has yet to develop traveling through time or restoring the lost abilities of mutants, if he ever will in this reimagination of this canon character.
Pros: Other than his speed, he has been trained in Hand-to-Hand combat by Captain America. He also speaks Russian, Romanian, English, German, Spanish, French, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese, and Korean.
Cons: MUST consume 4-6000 calories a day due to the high output of his body. Appears to have inherited his father's propensity for mental illness and depression. Pietro has undergone mental breakdowns, episodes of mental illness, and severe depression.
Brief bio: Pietro and his twin sister, Wanda, were raised by Django and Marya Maximoff, a gypsy couple. As adolescents Pietro and his sister Wanda discovered that they had peculiar talents. When Django began to steal food to feed his starving family, enraged villagers attacked the gypsy camp. Using his phenomenal speed, Pietro fled from the camp with his sister. Over the next few years, Wanda and Pietro wandered central Europe, living off the land. One day, Wanda accidentally caused a house to burst into flames with her uncontrollable hex powers and the pair was chased by superstitious townspeople. Despite Pietro's attempt to defend her, the twins were soon overpowered and were rescued by Magneto. Unwilling, but believing they owed him a debt, the twins became members of Magneto's Brotherhood of Evil Mutants as Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch. For months they served under Magneto. When the extraterrestrial Stranger transported Magneto from Earth, the siblings had nowhere else to go. They learned the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. were seeking new members, so Quicksilver attempted to convince his sister to leave for America and join the hero team, but she wanted to stay. The divergence that Quicksilver felt still made him want to leave, but he won't allow anyone to harm his sister. So, he left his sister behind. Alongside Captain America and Hawkeye, he remained with the teams for a while. This is where he currently lies in his life. He does not appear to know the current whereabouts of Magneto, be he is aware that Magneto is his father. He has mixed feelings on the subject. He is extremely protective of his sister, Scarlet Witch. Mess with her and you won't see him coming.
He perceives everyone as moving in slow motion, so he may tend to get impatient from time to time. He has been quoted by saying, "Have you ever had a day where you are at the ATM and you are in a hurry because you're running late but the person in front of you doesn't know how to use the ATM and they're taking forever? Now imagine what it must be like to spend every day surrounded by people who don't know how to use the ATM."

Bio has been slightly modified.

Camp Half Blood

Deleted for my own mistake :P

X-Men: Disclassified

I am interested as well, if you're interested in having a RPGuild newb. I'm a veteran of table top games, but have yet to start a game here. I have had a character accepted, but we haven't started yet. I'm very wordy, if you haven't noticed :)

Camp Half Blood

Name: Michael Crowsoft
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: Handsome, but not overly so, with a nice full body tan. Soft Golden hair, slicked back and about an inch off the shoulders, with a widow's peak. Pale blue eyes, pale almost to the point of not having color at all. No scars, and only one tattoo, which is of a black compass arrow on his left inner wrist pointing towards the hand, and in the center of it is a golden sun.
Torso: Slightly above average in size, due to the upper body strength necessary to consistently draw and fire a bow. Very little body fat, with a slightly defined six-pack.
Arms: Very well defined biceps and triceps, also due to consistently drawing and firing a bow.
Legs: Not too well defined, but there are obvious muscles. You don't need very many leg muscles for archery.
Personality: Not shy at all. Has no problems walking around half-naked, showering in the gym locker room, or things like that. Very open minded and open mouthed, liking to speak his mind, though he does have tact. Quite intelligent, and very much of a people-person. He can be cocky at times, but that's not an overbearing trait. He has a slight case of claustrophobia, due to his history. He likes long walks anywhere, and with anyone who's good company. He doesn't smoke or do drugs, and thinks alcohol is a weakness.
History: Michael was born to a well-to-do single mother named Grace. Grace managed a branch of World Bank in New York City. This afforded Michael with anything that he really wanted, within reason. No, he couldn't go out and buy a jet, but he could get a private screening of a movie if he really wanted to. With wealth comes privilege, and with privilege can come education. Grace put her child in the Ross School, which is a private school in East Hampton, NY.
Early in his schooling, Michael picked up archery, which is offered at the Ross School. He took to archery like a fish to water. He, of course, had no clue as to who his father actually was.....err....is. Anyways, Michael, from the ages of 10-13, took All-State championships in Archery for his age categories. With his Private School education opportunities, he didn't lack in his thirst for knowledge, either, easily making strait A's. At this point in his life, you could say that he was a 'Smart Jock'.
When he was 13, about a month after making All-State for his 4th year, he was with his mother going on a camping trip just outside of New York when they were rounding a bend in their Baby-Blue Prius, and WHAM, got hit by a drunk-driver in a Hummer. The drunk-driver didn't stop, didn't notice, or something, but he just kept going. Grace was pretty badly hurt, having a crushed pelvis and her legs pinned underneath the steering wheel. Michael was banged up, but nothing permanent, BUT, he was stuck, pinned in the passenger seat under the glove compartment. The car had rolled down the hill and lay on it's roof, all the doors crushed to the point of not being able to open and the roof caved in, pinning both occupants where they were.
For what seemed like an eternity to Michael was only a few hours as his mother lay unconscious from her injuries. He screamed and screamed for help, but nobody heard him. After those few hours, his mother woke up, coughing up blood. She knew she was dying, and so did Michael, but he didn't want to admit it. So, in her last few moments of clarity, she told him about his father. She told him that she had met him in the hospital when she went in for an appendectomy. He had called her after the surgery to see how she was doing and they just hit it off. They dated a few times, she fell in love, and then he was just gone. Nobody from the hospital knew who she was talking about, and didn't have any records of her surgery. It was as if those few weeks never existed. When Michael was born, and she got home with him, there was a FedEx package with some stamped wings on the side and addressed to Michael. There was a letter on top addressed to her, and it gave her instructions to put the unopened box in a safety deposit box and leave it for her son for when he's old enough.
Throughout the story, Michael kept sobbing, but listened, because he knew these were the last moments of his mother's life. He even recorded her voice as a ringtone on his phone. Eventually and peacefully, Grace passed from this life onto the next. After what seemed like years, and actually being another 18 hours, Michael heard a couple twigs break. He started screaming again, and finally help came in the form of a hunter. The hunter got the emergency personnel and Michael finally got to the hospital. There, he stayed for a couple of days due to exposure. Traumatized as he was in the cramped space underneath the dashboard for 23 hours, Michael developed a fear of enclosed spaces.
A man named Lester, claiming to be Grace's brother, came to get him out of the hospital. Michael knew nothing of an uncle. Lester convinced him that he was family, and that he needed to arrange getting Michael to his cabin in the woods. Lester got him packed, got to the bank to get the box, and then left for the countryside. Eventually, in seemingly the middle of nowhere, they started trekking into the woods. Lester then passed into Camp Half-Blood, taking Michael with him. Before Michael could run away, Lester explained that he was one of the guardians and that he was instructed to bring him here. Michael finally opened his eyes and saw the truth before him. He saw a chance to start over. Inside the box was a modern day compound bow, similar in looks to the one in Blade 3, very high tech. It has been enchanted to not be visible to sight nor to technology when it's strung over his shoulder. Whenever he draws the bow back, a golden arrow appears, and the arrows disappear after an hour.
Over the last three years, Michael has resided in Apollo's cabin. He has taken up duties in the hospital there, learning how to set bones, repair dislocated limbs, and such. Last year, he developed a talent for healing others of their ailments. Through concentration and a touch along the wound, he has learned how to heal others. He has yet to learn how to heal himself, though. Being the son of the God of Education, he has also educated himself on a few languages from the books lying around the Camp. Other than English, he can both Speak and Read Greek, Ancient Greek, and Latin. A few months ago, he has turned 16. Let's see where the rest of his life will take him.
Godly Parent: Apollo, God of Music, Prophecy, Education, Healing & Disease
Signature Weapon: Mechanical Compound Bow, similar to the one in Blade 3

Camp half-blood role play anyone

I believe I'd be interested, if you're willing to take on a RPGuild newb. Not a tabletop newb by any means, just have yet to get my feet wet here.

Resident Evil: Horizon of Despair

Please do, thanks for the quick reply

Resident Evil: Horizon of Despair

Assuming that this is still open to new characters (And players), I'd like to join in.

Name: Franklin Penny
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Occupation: Vehicle Mechanic and Part Time Locksmith
Appearance: 6'1", 230 pounds, Permanent dark tan (probably from all the grease) and leathery skin. Relatively muscular (given the work), but a light layer of pudge (beer?). Completely bald, but with an eternal 5 o'clock shadow of a beard/mustache and slate grey eyes. Looks like he shaved......two days ago. Scar along left cheek, probably a knife scar, and multiple scars on both hands, as if used to fighting. Multiple tattoos: 6" bloody knife on right bicep, 3" red heart w/ "Mom" inscribed inside it on the Left forearm, Japanese symbol for 'Warrior' on left side of neck (Actually means 'Pussy Cat', but that's a different story).
Bio and personality: Franklin has grown up on 'the south side' of town his whole life. Average in school, never went to college. His father died in his sleep when Franklin was 6, but his mother never took it that hard. As Franklin was growing up, his mother, the tough lady that she was, taught him everything she knew about how to work on cars, bikes, motorcycles, and other vehicles. His life was always difficult, but never impossible. He got into fights almost weekly in school over one subject or another. The majority of the fights centered on whether or not his mother killed his father.
During school, Franklin got a job working at a garage, helping his mother pay the bills. He never knew how his mother got money, and he never asked. He just knew that she would occasionally need Franklin to pay a bill or two. Before highschool ended, Franklin's mother died in a car crash....which was odd, because she never owned a car. This put Franklin back a bit and he dropped out of school. He started to focus on drugs and alcohol. Before he got too deep into that world, Franklin's boss, Mr. Greene, smacked some sense into him, literally. Mr. Greene found him on the streets and pretty much kicked his butt all the way back to the shop. And that's where Franklin pretty much stayed.
He got a settlement when the IRS sold everything that his family owned, considering he was a minor at the time. He received just over $50k. Mr. Greene talked some sense into him again, getting him to invest it. Eventually, when he was 26, the money grew enough that Franklin was able to open his own shop, still on 'the south side of town'. He named the shop "Penny's", because he was running short on money and that's all the marquis that he could afford.
Ever since then, he's run his own mechanic's shop. He's worked on choppers (not helicopters, but BIG bikes, like Harley Davidson's), crotch rockets and rice burners, old cars, new cars and their computer systems, boats, RV's, and even a stripped down Military Hummer or two. Over the last few years, Franklin has expanded his business into Locksmithing after taking a couple of courses on the subject.
He still gets into the occasional fight, here and there, and mostly just in Bars and such. He drinks, but not heavily, not enough to be considered a 'drunk'. He doesn't smoke, and since his teenage years, he hasn't done any drugs. Definitely NOT a vegan, he loves being a 'meat and potatoes' kind of guy. He's had women in his life, but none of them stuck around long enough to get married.
After his last tattoo, the 'Warrior' tattoo, he did a little bit of hard time. This is because, after a month or two, he found out what the tattoo actually meant, and so he went back and put the tattoo artist in the hospital with a broken jaw, 3 broken ribs, a broken arm, and a broken leg. His business suffered a bit, but after 8 months of good behavior, he got back out of the slammer and back into business.
Now, MORE of this crazy stuff about zombies and the apocalypse.

Greetings and Hallucinations

Haven't heard of any of those. And no, Haven't gotten my hands into SR Returns, yet. I was actually going over my tabletop experience, not PC or console gaming. I've played consoles since Atari 2600 and PC's since my first 'puter was a 286.

Greetings and Hallucinations

Howdy all. You can call me Bweoti, Bwe, or even just B. No, not my real name, but one I made up with my brother a long time ago. We placed the alphabet on individual pieces of paper, rolled a d10 for how many letters, and picked out the letters at random......Aaaannnnd poof! Bweoti was born. Anyways, I'm an avid tabletop roleplayer, gm, and storyteller. I've played games since the early 80s, beginning with AD&D. I've played Twilight 2000, GURPS, Champions, Battlelords, Rifts, Warhammer (both mini-battles and the RPG), D&D (All types, and I hate 4th ed), World of Darkness (Love storytelling Vampire), Amber, Paranoia, Shadowrun, and a bunch of other games that's not coming to mind at this point in time.
I'm in for some causal Forum-based roleplaying. I'm running out of ideas for my usual group, so I'm hoping that this experience will get my creative juices flowing again. I am willing to play any genre of game, but I don't like being handed a character. If you are interested in having me in your game, please let me know. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I won't be able to post EVERY day, but it'll be close enough :)

Bweoti