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To Claim a Starting World

Kyle Hishamie

Kin: South

Magic: N/A

Age: 22

Appearance:
6'2
170 lbs
Caucasian, Tan Skin
Brown Eyes

Starting apparel:
Simple light brown cloth tunic with black cloth pants. A belt with a pouch attached to it.

Personality: Kyle is very excitable, easy to interest, and overall a happy and gentle soul. He is slightly confusing, not afraid to nearly harm someone with a prank but would feel bad over swatting a fly to say the least. While Kyle enjoys joking and laughing and lazing about, fighting is against his nature. He grew up with a large experience of hand to hand foghting, but will not fight unless it is his last resort. He would rather receive multiple injuries than have to raise his fists.

Skills: Hand to hand combat, sneaking, has an eye that can notice the little details that make things click

Fears: The process of dying, having to kill or seriously hurt someone or something, someone who can read his body language when he does not want someone to, basically someone who can tell when he is lying. Sharp things that are moving in his general direction, blunt things moving fast in his general direction, poison, heavy things that are being dropped or thrown in his general direction, light things that are moving very fast in his general direction

Likes: Hot and spicy food, reading, pranking, being lazy, taking naps

Equiptment: Hand wrappings, a pouch of small wires and tools, a small pouch of animal jerky or animal jerky equivalent (I am sure even in this village animal jerky is a thing unless im wrong. Ive been stationed in third world countries ravaged by war and they make jerky from animals).

Biography: To say Kyle was unlucky was an enormous understatement. To start from the beginning, his mother died from complications from giving birth, which made his father hate him. While his older brother tried to stop him, his father ended up giving Kyle to his grandfather to raise then proceeded to dissapear with Kyle's older brother. From there Kyle would grow up under the strict rule of his grandfather, under harsh training, early curfew, and a multitude of chores. Although while most would grow up to be angry or violent because of this, Kyle chose to be a rather happy laid back fellow. While his grandfather was harsh with his words and strict with his rules, Kyle preferred to smile his way through the day, and to to nap whenever he could. Kyle was gifted at fighting, but he hated to raise his fists in anything other than training. This would become public knowledge in the small city he was raised in, and he was harshly teased for it. Others did not understand him, why he hated fighting and why he hated working. Why at every chance he would get he would sneak away to some random location and just lay outside, looking at the sky until he fell asleep.

At age 18 his grandfather died of old age, leaving Kyle his home and all his possessions. Kyle tried to take up his Grandfathers profession, being a city guard, but he quit that not long after starting. Again, too much work, too much effort, too much harshness. Instead he started his own little job, he was a repairmen of sorts. He had a knack for spotting the details in things, and being able to put things back together.

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@dabombjk This is a good one!! I wish I was a better role player because the players and GM here are quality

@Kidd

Wait so you are telling me they are as good as our last GM? Do they have characters who commit mass murder and do hardcore drugs?

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@dabombjk I am good. How are you? S'been a while

@Kidd

Yea it has and im good, i am just looking for an rp will hold my attention

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@kidd
How are you old friend?

Stranded: Prisoners' Tale (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy) Open

Keeran

My Appearance

@zahir

Keeran sighed and pointed forward, where the smoke was rising from. "Obviously we will be heading towards the smoke. Now like I said I don't care, you can think we are equals but the reality is much different. Keep up and don't bother me." Keeran started walking forward, towards what he assumed was the location of the crash. He knew the location of his gear on the ship, and that his shit would be intact. No way a small plane crash would break and of his stuff, he made sure whatever he used more than once was something of quality. It was a small bad habit of his, not wanting lower quality garbage if he was going to have to use something on a regular basis or really just depend on. As they walked Keeran pulled out his gun and examined it.

It was not a standard issue weapon, Keeran could recognize that. That sparked his curiosity more than anything. Normally Prison guards were issued a something light, like a handgun with regular bullets. They needed nothing higher caliber, prisoners never wore armor. So why did this guard carry a semi automatic plasma mark M112 hand gun. That was so above standard issue, it was not even funny. More than once Keeran thought he saw something move in the bushes around him or skulking behind trees but Keeran never made a move to find it or him or she.

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@dabombjk Kidd's hunting. And If I don't get it tonight I will get it tomorrow for sure.

@LadyRunic

K thanks

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@dabombjk Bomber!!!!!

@Kidd

@kidd Buddy!!!!!!

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@dabombjk Yes we are! Just send me a CS to approve.

@LadyRunic

K. Will you be on for a bit? I am finishing up a post now and will make a CS in a little bit, also did I see Kidd was in here?

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@ladyrunic Hey are you still accepting?