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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Alisdragon911

You still need to pick just one character to control, and you use that character to define the others. _{(dont control mine >:/} )

So for example if you want my character to be known as Romus you would have to have your character walk in and say hi to him by that name.
But by doing so your also implying that they already know him by name.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

THE GAME

_{Remember: avoid giving away any detail or making any assumptions about your character until someone else has mentioned it.}

....

The tavern had been quiet for quite some time now. Quieter than any reason could grant it. Business was slow to the point of non existent. The tavern was seemingly forgotten by patrons and workers alike. Now but a sad empty husk that had long been given up on, simply left to die.
But it would not die just yet.
Amongst the wide hall and open spaces, of the many chairs and tables suspended in a still silence, lost to time and settled with dust, one was currently occupied and in use.

Someone (or thing) sat alone in the tavern, waiting.

Meanwhile outside, the trotting hoofs of a horse stirred the forgotten and overgrown cobble stone pathway that had not been properly used in so long.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@ineffable

Others, so it might be a bit difficult to start.
I'll go first.

This is all experimental so there is no right or wrong.

:)

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Ok so here's the rules!!!

Need to add a blank new character sheet into the character tab with the following.

Character template

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Nick name:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Hair color:[/b]
[b]Hair style:[/b]
[b]Skin tone:[/b]
[b]Distinguishing features:[/b]
[b]Clohing:[/b]
[b]Items/gear:[/b]

[b]Skills:[/b]
[list][*]
[*]
[*]
[/list]
[b]Likes:[/b]
[list][*]
[*]
[*]
[/list]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[list][*]
[*]
[*]
[/list]
[b]Family:[/b]
[b]Background:[/b]

You will be updating this regularly but not with your own ideas. Everything you put on this sheet must come from another characters observation. That's right! The other players will build your character.

Try to do it as artistically and creatively as possible and only a little bit at a time. Dont flood a player with heaps of details in one post. One thing per a post.
For the sake of building history (a more personal matter over observation) this can be done through conversation and questions but most answers must be 'Yes' with room and pretex for elaboration.

Soooo I hope that was pretty clear and straight forward?
Who is keen?
Any questions?
(Obviously it has to be new blank characters.)

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Who is still around and wants to partake in a lil fun experiment!?
Who wants to play a game with me...

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

It took a still paused silent moment for Arex to react. Slowly he turned his head to face Amy, looking over his shoulder he spoke to her. "Is now really the time?"
Not that she could tell, but his eyes scanned the room behind her before falling to her attire and then lifting to admire the detail in her face. "Nice jacket." he said as he took a sip from his drink, his voice muffled behind the ready glass.

"Drink with me and we can talk." He said having given in. Arex suspected that Amy wasn't going to take no for an answer. There was a small pause then he added in. "That's Liz by the way" Arex nodded to the other girl beside him before remembering Amy couldn't see without the goggles she took off.

"That's ok, she's in her own little world." Then Liz giggled in reply leading Amy to believe maybe Arex was speaking of her.
The sounds of footsteps approached from the other side of the bar. The heavy breathing of a man about to speak was interrupted by the squeak of Arex's chair as he stood up and leaned over the bar. Amy could hear the hushed whispers of his secret order. Next Arex sat back down and the barkeep walked away.

"Do we have a deal?" he asked Amy.

Perniciem [Romantically Apocalyptic-Inspired RP] [Apocalyptic/Dark Comedy!]

"Kitty, look it's sad." said the boy with his own sense of melancholy and a big frown. "Meanies!" he softly cursed as he gathered his things and climbed back to the ground.

Keeping to the junk piles and the shelter of broken debris, the boy began stealthfully making his way towards the scene of violent commotion while attempting to keep himself hidden from all the others, but there were so many of them, all meanies too!

He wanted to follow the many headed slime creature and see if he could help it. He hadn't seen one like that before. But first he had to get past all the mean people with their guns.

Perniciem [Romantically Apocalyptic-Inspired RP] [Apocalyptic/Dark Comedy!]

@scifidude47

Ahem

_{THE TEENAGE ZOMBIE}
"I was wearing gas masks before it was cool!"

Description:

Name: Unknown
Relative Age: 17
Gender: Male

Physical Description:

Image

Gas Mask Description:

Image

Personalities:

Personality:
'Which one?'
... Ahem is eccentric, to say the least. He sees the world very differently to most others and his frequent ramblings often don't make much sense. He has an ability to justify nearly anything to himself in some strange way or another. All in all he is a genuine good kid, simple minded and with a short attention span. He is kind and friendly, valuing friendship and companionship highly. He does not like being alone.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Physically he is a zombie. He functions in ways normal humans can't. He can't starve or drown or be murdered without some massive head trauma. He also doesn't heal to well. Any and every cut or hole lasts with him for ever.
His mental rational is linked directly to his level of hunger. If he goes too long without eating he truly becomes a brain dead flesh eating monster.
Philosophy: He's all about just having fun and doing what he feels like. You only live once after all.
Strange Behaviors:
He has a tendency and urge to occasionally eat living flesh.
Talks to a kitten skeleton suspended in slime.
Refuses to accept he is a zombie.
Favorite Thing:

Kitty

Kitty is his pet cat. Well the remains of a cat in a strange suspending blob of slime. Ahem is adamant that it is alive and well, despite it never moving. He carries it everywhere he goes always talking to and treating it like a normal cat.

HISTORY:

Job: Teenage angst. Eat all the foods, complain and disobey.
He was too young and rebellious to have started working.
Story: Ahem was a young troublesome teen who had a real name and loving family before things all went bye-bye. He had ran away from home with his pet cat, for reasons long since forgotten. Considering himself quite the artist he decided to tag the top of an old grain silo. Instead, falling inside, him and kitty sat out the beginning of the end from within the confines of solid thick concrete walls. As time passed Ahem appeared to fair better than Kitty. But the isolation, solitude, noxious gasses and radiation reeked havoc on his sanity. His mind rotted a little in that silo. Still today he lives in his own little world of optimistic deluded fantasy.

GEAR:

• Back pack: tattered but sturdy. Lots of useful pockets.
• Guitar: electric V, no strings.
• Pocket knife: (multi tool)
• Sling shot: professional grade
• Carbon mesh helmet
• Sleeping bag: weatherproof.
• Canteen: holds water.
• Wind up flash light:
• Plasma lighter:
• Collapsable solar blanket:
• Mobile phone: no signal but full of functions & games.

Perniciem [Romantically Apocalyptic-Inspired RP] [Apocalyptic/Dark Comedy!]

"KITTY! Get down here!"

A boy in his early teens whispered harshly with a dry frustrated urgency. He stood alone next to a tall pylon, looking up to where it once forked out and suspended some sort of bridge but now only offered a small damaged platform.

"Get down here now it's time to go!

Pleeeaaaaasssse..."

His voice becoming something more of a whining plea. The sound of nearby gunshots had spooked him and he no longer wanted to hang around this area. It was time to move on.

With a dreaded sigh he dropped his backpack onto the floor near his feet and began his climb up the concrete column. He couldn't leave without his Kitty. His best friend. His only friend.
Skilled at climbing it wasn't long before he reached the small rocky platform he had been sleeping on earlier. There to the side next to where his head had lied was the skeleton-in-slime kitty.

The boy shoved his friend down his shirt and took a small moment of opportunity to use this vantage point and see what all the noise had been about.
He could see the people not too far away, and undoubtedly they could see him perched up there on the wide damaged concrete column.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

AREX

doing his own thing as usual.

It was some time later that Arex finally arrived at the bar. A new pair of shades covered his eyes, a thick lit cigar hung from his lips and a shiny new watch was strapped to his wrist. Beneath his same old heavy coat was a tight new shirt accentuating his muscles and wide chest, lower down he wore a pair of stylish new jeans and sharp polished dress shoes.

Clothes and style were not the only new things Arex brought with him into the bar. His left arm hung loosely around the shoulders of a short bubbly blonde with wavy messy hair and very casual attire. Her bright red lips contrasting her soft smooth white skin were locked in a permanent wide smile. She giggles and stumbled about as they entered, clearly having already been drinking or perhaps on something else. Small plugs and ports lined her wrists and the back of her neck. Some shiny chrome could also be seen on her left temple, it glimmered under her swaying hair. All signs of her cybernetic implants.

As soon as they entered Arex aimed straight for the bar, not once did he so much as even glance at his crew mates. Soon the duo found a quiet empty space, pulled up some stools and made their order after a few short laughs and giggles. Arex was using some newly acquired cash and none of it was of the Revenant's mission supplies. By the way he was throwing it about and the amount he was openly flashing, it appeared he had acquired an even larger some than the others shares.
It would be a couple of days until the medic even realised what had gone missing from the ships medical supplies.

After the bartender returned with the drinks, a conversation followed between the three that grew slightly heated but was kept just in the bounds of civil. There was short sharp whispered quips thrown back and forth as they bartered and negotiated fiercely. In the end the only one who seemed happy with the result was Arex's new friend.

There were a few more 'back and forths' traded in hushed whispers before Arex finally handed over a small wad of cash and in exchange received a narrow black sleek cylinder. While his female friend pulled a thin narrow cord out of the device and plugged it into her left wrist port, Arex finished his cigar and threw back a swig of his drink before pulling a cable from under his sleeve and jacking it into the strange little device.

Some sought a chemical high, while others a more digital one.

Once connected, the two grew quiet as they continued to slowly sip their drinks in silence, exchanging smirks and glances while they existed in two places at once. One here physically in this very bar, another digitally somewhere else, lost in a secluded cybernetic space.