Captain Uni

Undiscovery

@Empour
Me likey; I'll have the two wander there.

Undiscovery

Just a question, would anyone want to come across my characters? Not really sure what to do with them and, until I read through the massive 73 posts in the IC, I don't know where anyone is.

Undiscovery

Padlock and Usgoh

On a ferry that took passengers, be they travelers, archaeologists, scholars, visitors or just people looking for somewhere to hide, was an unlikely duo: a human scoundrel, Ulysses or 'Padlock', and a Shafari warrior, one of the last of his kind, Usgoh. Both were here for one reason, and that was to hide from one of the men that they cheated out of a shipment of alcohol, which was illegal in the country they were in, who then put a fifty-thousand dollar bounty on their heads, double if they were dead. Once the ferry docked, Padlock and Usgoh got off and headed to the shore, before running off into the forest, much to the confusion of other passengers.

Once they felt they were far away enough, Padlock and Usgoh stopped and talked. "Thank God I only cheated Artie once, did it again and he would've-" Padlock was cut off by Usgoh roaring, "Roooooooourgh."
"What? Four times? I didn't cheat him four times!"
"Huuuuuuuuuuooooooooourgh."
"Okay, maybe I left out some of the booze bottles a few times, but that's not cheating if he doesn't find out!"
"Hurrrr."
"Yeah, it's cheating if you never deliver it, but still!" The two continued to bicker for a few minutes before stopping and sitting down on a fallen tree.
"Hurrrrr?"
"You tell me what now, you're the native to this place!" With that, they both went silent as they thought about what to do next.

(Anyone is free to bump into Padlock or Usgoh, if not then... Well, they'll just stand in the forest forever)

Undiscovery

Ulysses Martin

"Name?" "The name's Ulysses Martin Chambers, but most call me Padlock."
"Gender?" "Ain't it obvious? I'm a guy."
"Age?" "I'm twenty-four years old."
"Race?" "Obviously human."
"Summary of your past?" "Rogue. Scoundrel. Bad guy... These are all words you could use to describe me, and all of them are true. All my life, I've devoted it to stealing from, lying to and cheating people to get by in life. Only one person, my companion Osguh here, knows much about me. All you need to know is that I'm going to the Continent to..." Padlock paused for a second, before saying: "Look, it doesn't matter. I just need to get off the mainland for a while."
"Almost done here, your luggage?" "Uh, let's see... I've got my gun," Padlock paused to pull out a very large revolver with a leather grip and a heavy duty barrel. "I call it the Howlin' Hand Cannon, official name is Colt Model 2451 Z-AEN. I've got my clothes," he gestured to his black vest, tan undershirt, blue jeans (with a loose belt, which itself is adorned with a holster) and black boots. "and myself."
"Great sir. Last but not least, your passport photo." "Ah, how could I forget?" With that, Padlock looked at the camera intently before the person taking his information for a passport took the photo and stamped a small print of his face on the passport:

"Here you are sir, enjoy your trip to the Continent."

Osguh

"Name?" Osguh, being a large furry beast with an inability to speak... Well, any language, lets out a strange sound, like a growl or a roar... Sounded something like "Hurrrrrr". "Excuse me?" Then, Padlock butts in and says: "Uh, he doesn't speak English. I'll fill out the info for him."
"Okay... Name?" "Osguh."
"Gender?" "Male."
"Age?" "When we first met, he said he was about twenty, and that was nine years ago... Put down twenty-nine." "Wait... You can understand that thing?" "Yeah, why?" "I... *sigh* Let's get on with this."
"Race?" "He's a Shafari, a native to... Some wacky country. Came from the place ten years ago and never told anyone where he was from until he told me. Now he's kind of open about it."
"Summary of your past?" "He was just wandering around, living his day to day life as... Well, nothing, really. He feasted on scraps and trash before I met him, then we formed a partnership: he keeps me safe and I feed him. Been like that for nine years. That's about it."
"Alright... Luggage?" "Just himself and his rifle."
"Lastly, photo." Osguh then stood in front of a camera, letting out another roar, and looked on at the camera as it took the picture:

"Alright gentlemen, enjoy your trip."

Might've straight up ripped off Han Solo and Chewbacca... But meh. I'll get to posing tomorrow.

EDIT: Didn't post tomorrow.

Undiscovery

OH, I VERY MUCH WANT! I'LL MAKE A STEAMPUNK HAN SOLO AND CHEWBACCA ROGUE WITH A FURRY SIDEKICK MOMENTARILY!

*note that the all caps was meant as a joke so that it would seem that I'm super frigging excited.

Heroes Reborn

Not quite sure how to expand my character's story right now, TBH... I pretty much did everything I could, plus I led him to Glendale where most, if not everyone is.

Let's Go Sunning: A Fallout RP

Bump... Please?

Legendary

@Delta44
"Hey! I might not be the sharpest sword in the armory, but I'm no country hick!" Connor exclaims, before slapping Riz upside the head. "Now, what were going to say, Sheil?" He asks.

Legendary

@Delta44
(Just looked through the first two pages, apparently the orc was named Moby... Oh well, Kin'Kro is a cooler name)

"Should I 'ave, miss fancy name?" Connor asks, before declaring: "Well anywho, I'm tired of this 'boss' and 'sir' stuff; my name's Connor, Connor Fintaul: vagabond, adventurer, and run of the mill scoundrel. Just call me Connor."

Legendary

@Delta44
Connor, taking the girl's words into account, looks at the red sword and then at his own old blade, scratched, chipped and worn out from a few years or so of stress. He then hands the red sword to the orc, unsheathing his original sword. "You're right. The most powerful blade I have isn't some fancy-ass sword that can cut people into a million pieces, it's this one." Handing the red sword to the orc, Connor says: "Keep it."

Once they arrive back at Boras, Connor would once again look at the group and say: "I never got your names... Mind telling me?"