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A literal Type 0 Super Luminous Star
STATUS: Sleep? No, I don't need to sleep. 11 yrs ago
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Bio
You want to know about me, huh? Well, I am a type 0 super luminous star as classified by the Yerkes Spectral classification system. Now, I know it seems impossible that a star can type on a computer but I don't care about that. I've been roleplaying for roughly four years now. I tend to stick to my fantasy, sci-fi, and anime roleplays but have been known to go beyond that. I am comfortable playing both male and female roles. I have no posting schedule but do tend to be more active in the afternoon and on weekdays. I live in Central Time Zone (UTC-06:00) for those who are wondering.
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I came just in time. I am interested in the Demi-god bit.
I am interested but I do have one quick question. What if our character doesn't want to fix the system but instead realizes that they want it to be destroyed? Sort of like a rogue character who has been given the same thing as everyone else but acts on their own direction.
Seems extremely interesting so I look forward to making a character for this.
It seems very interesting. I would like to know more about the kind of races that live in Skyveil.
Interested. Perhaps I may just be one of those who is hiding something that could be key to the murder.
I guess I am willing to try this. Perhaps I will be a vicious dragon hunter in training out to prove herself/himself.
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Earths Darkest Days - Sci-fi Apocalypse Interest Check
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested beyond a doubt.
Name: Joshep Veridna
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Description/Appearance:
Weapons: An Ice pick
Equipment:
-A lighter
-A canteen
-A Hand cranked flashlight
-A can of beans
-Can opener
-Small Knapsack
-A thin sleeping bag
-Fifty bucks, for trading purposes
-A bottle of Jack Daniels, half full
-His clothing, a thin black jacket, blue and orange Nike high tops, a pair of tan shorts, a gold ring with a ruby on it and a white t-shirt.
Personality:Joshep is what people would call a play-boy. Under better circumstances you could find him working as a bartender and flirting with the girls who visited the bar. There were many girls who would tell you that you should avoid Joshep at all costs lest you fall for his charm. Underneath his charm Joshep is a good person, he is caring and nice but not very courageous. In most cases, Joshep will avoid confrontation over running away despite his physical apperance. Joshep is a optimistic person and likes to believe that there will be a cure someday, just not in his life time.
Joshep is one to trust anyone in a heart beat but after the zombies arrived he trusted only a select few. It takes a lot of work to gain Joshep's trust.
Attributes:
- Strength:5
- Stamina: 4
- Health: 5
- Dexterity: 4
- Sense: 3
- Charisma: 4
Skills:
Barter- 5(7)
Lockpicking- 5
Parkour- 3(5)
Gunning-1(2)
Melee-4(5)
Technical-4(6)
Automotive Machinery-2
Stealth-5
Survival-6
Brief Bio:
Joshep is an orphan originally born in Russia. Joshep was adopted by a man named Siris Veridna. Siris was a role-model to Joshep, a man who was of a physical stature that most people thought he would crush a shot glass just by touching it. In Joshep's eye, Siris was the father who had been there from the start. From the very first moment Joshep said his first word, Siris was there to smile at him and support. Yet, Siris was a widower and had lost his wife in childbirth along with the child leaving a void in his heart that Joshep had filled.
Joshep grew up with a great confidence and belief in self-worth as Siris raised him to. Siris supported Joshep in him trying to find a women who truly loves. Unfortunately, this meant Joshep breaking the hearts of close to a dozen and a half women. Joshep always tried to be nice when he broke up with a new women but each time he earned another person who hated him. After his father died at the age of sixty-seven, leaving nothing more than ten thousand dollars for him, Joshep had decided to move to Havana. Joshep has been living there since he was twenty-four years old.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Description/Appearance:
Weapons: An Ice pick
Equipment:
-A lighter
-A canteen
-A Hand cranked flashlight
-A can of beans
-Can opener
-Small Knapsack
-A thin sleeping bag
-Fifty bucks, for trading purposes
-A bottle of Jack Daniels, half full
-His clothing, a thin black jacket, blue and orange Nike high tops, a pair of tan shorts, a gold ring with a ruby on it and a white t-shirt.
Personality:Joshep is what people would call a play-boy. Under better circumstances you could find him working as a bartender and flirting with the girls who visited the bar. There were many girls who would tell you that you should avoid Joshep at all costs lest you fall for his charm. Underneath his charm Joshep is a good person, he is caring and nice but not very courageous. In most cases, Joshep will avoid confrontation over running away despite his physical apperance. Joshep is a optimistic person and likes to believe that there will be a cure someday, just not in his life time.
Joshep is one to trust anyone in a heart beat but after the zombies arrived he trusted only a select few. It takes a lot of work to gain Joshep's trust.
Attributes:
- Strength:5
- Stamina: 4
- Health: 5
- Dexterity: 4
- Sense: 3
- Charisma: 4
Skills:
Barter- 5(7)
Lockpicking- 5
Parkour- 3(5)
Gunning-1(2)
Melee-4(5)
Technical-4(6)
Automotive Machinery-2
Stealth-5
Survival-6
Brief Bio:
Joshep is an orphan originally born in Russia. Joshep was adopted by a man named Siris Veridna. Siris was a role-model to Joshep, a man who was of a physical stature that most people thought he would crush a shot glass just by touching it. In Joshep's eye, Siris was the father who had been there from the start. From the very first moment Joshep said his first word, Siris was there to smile at him and support. Yet, Siris was a widower and had lost his wife in childbirth along with the child leaving a void in his heart that Joshep had filled.
Joshep grew up with a great confidence and belief in self-worth as Siris raised him to. Siris supported Joshep in him trying to find a women who truly loves. Unfortunately, this meant Joshep breaking the hearts of close to a dozen and a half women. Joshep always tried to be nice when he broke up with a new women but each time he earned another person who hated him. After his father died at the age of sixty-seven, leaving nothing more than ten thousand dollars for him, Joshep had decided to move to Havana. Joshep has been living there since he was twenty-four years old.
Name:Jackson "Hart" Mallard
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Description/Picture: It has been a long time since Jackson has looked in a mirror and seen himself. He is a tall man standing close to six foot three and weighing an apt amount of two hundered and thirty pounds. Like his father, Jackson has a rusty red hair that has now been filled with flecks of grey that come with age. His eyes, which once held hope and happiness, are a dull blue color. His face is worn from travel and lack of sleep that is obvious by the heavy bags under his eyes. His distinct high cheek bones and his curved chin, like that of a spade, is what sets him apart from most others he has met.
In the area of Jackson's collar bone lies a scar left over from a surgery to fix a fracture in the bone. He bears a tattoo on his shoulder of a heart with ice over it, he recieved it after the Keys fell. Jackson wears a silver ring on his left head, as plain as a rock but as priceless as his life to him. He has some obvious bruising around his chest and arms from a recent fight that have yet to heal. Wrapped around his right forearm is a bandage that covers a three inch long cut that is a quarter inch deep recived from a piece a metal while he was on the run from bandits. Jackson's shoulders are broad and mildly strong as the same with his legs.
Jackson prefers to wear a simple yet dusty green camo shirt with a red bandana stuffed into it's right breast pocket. His prefered pants are mud caked and blood stained blue jeans that smell of sweat and smoke. Jackson has a pair of stolen size thirteen nikes that are worn out and caked in what seems to be mud but also smells like horse dung.He wears a distinct and torn up, red baseball cap with a rag looped through the back. Jackson hasn't shaved in a long time but still keeps his beard rather neat by tieing it together in a thick strand and then wrapping it in back up into a small ball kept in place by a hair tie. The length of the beard is about seven inches long.
Personality: Jackson was a hopeful, not a fanatic like some of the other but a hopeful. He believed that the keys would unite humanity and make them stronger as whole. Instead, the keys caused destruction, death, and overall decay of what made people human. Yet, Jackson tried to hold onto his hope and pray that things would change for the better, that people would change for the better.
After a turn of events, everything broke inside of Jackson. He lost his hope and he saw the world as it was, a crumbling pile of dung. What had made him hold onto his hope was torn from his arm and killed right in front of him. He could no longer hope for a better world with better people and better life styles. All he could see was the darkness and despair that was the real world and he let it envelop him. He changed from a man who had hope to a person who had see the darkest pits of despair and had let it come to him. Jackson was no longer Jackson and instead took up the name Hart, a man who hunted bandits who killed with out mercy. Hart is defiant and will not stop until those who kill are killed, even him.
Background: Jackson was born three seconds after his twin brother Meryl in early March in the city of New York. Meryl was the opposite of Jackson, a smart kid with a bright future if he would just do the work. Jackson had to work to keep good grades and become an archeitect as he wanted to. Jackson grew up knowing the true meaning of hard work while his brother Meryl had everything given to him. Meryl recived scholarships to prestigous schools while Jackson got a crap scholarship to a school that was even worse than he thought. Yet, Jackson loved his brother more than he hated him. He knew that if he could be more like his twin he would.
Jackson went on to work as an archeitect while Meryl joined the United States Navy nuclear propulsion program. Meryl served for four years then went on to work as a teacher for a local high school in New York city in Physics. Jackson constructed several buildings which included a mall, a multitude of apartments, and a hotel. After the keys started falling, Jackson and Meryl quickly left New York city for their parents summer home in North Carolina. Soon after their arrival, Meryl was taken by the government to do testing on the keys. He was reported dead three weeks later and Jackson was the only one who could take care of Meryl's daughter Jennie. It was a year after the keys fell that Jackson lost Jennie, his only connection to the world. Their house had been raided while Jackson was out trying to find some food. By the time he had gotten back Jennie was lying on the floor, slowly bleeding to death from a gun shot to the thigh.
Jackson watched as a raider came back to finsh her off and tore her from his arms. She was killed right in front of him and he was left alive, almost as a kind of torture. Not long after that, Jackson decided to chose a new name, Hart, and recive a tattoo of a heart with ice over it from a very shady man. Hart sold his remaining supply of food for weapons and joined people who were transporting things like food and drinks across the country. He has performed this job since Jennie died and only recently recived a letter from this man who Jackson knows nothing about.
Strengths: Jackson is a stalwart man. He has a way with constructing buildings and has picked up a few things that are needed for survival in the past few years.
Weaknesses/Allergies/Fears: Jackson is allergic to pollen and dust which causes him to sneeze. He is afraid of spiders and of snakes. Jackson is hard to get through to when he has an idea in his head and even harder to talk out of making an action he has already decided on. Jackson prefers not to be interrupted which has cause a bit too many disputes than it should have.
Gear: A medium sized backpack, a canteen with a little bit of fresh water, and a pocket knife. Inside his backpack he has three cans of beans, a tinderbox, a pair of brass knuckles, and a sleeping bag. He carries on his belt a three foot loop of string wrapped tightly around and a pouch filled with coins, mostly five dimes and ten quarters.Attached to his backpack by string hangs a rusty machete.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Description/Picture: It has been a long time since Jackson has looked in a mirror and seen himself. He is a tall man standing close to six foot three and weighing an apt amount of two hundered and thirty pounds. Like his father, Jackson has a rusty red hair that has now been filled with flecks of grey that come with age. His eyes, which once held hope and happiness, are a dull blue color. His face is worn from travel and lack of sleep that is obvious by the heavy bags under his eyes. His distinct high cheek bones and his curved chin, like that of a spade, is what sets him apart from most others he has met.
In the area of Jackson's collar bone lies a scar left over from a surgery to fix a fracture in the bone. He bears a tattoo on his shoulder of a heart with ice over it, he recieved it after the Keys fell. Jackson wears a silver ring on his left head, as plain as a rock but as priceless as his life to him. He has some obvious bruising around his chest and arms from a recent fight that have yet to heal. Wrapped around his right forearm is a bandage that covers a three inch long cut that is a quarter inch deep recived from a piece a metal while he was on the run from bandits. Jackson's shoulders are broad and mildly strong as the same with his legs.
Jackson prefers to wear a simple yet dusty green camo shirt with a red bandana stuffed into it's right breast pocket. His prefered pants are mud caked and blood stained blue jeans that smell of sweat and smoke. Jackson has a pair of stolen size thirteen nikes that are worn out and caked in what seems to be mud but also smells like horse dung.He wears a distinct and torn up, red baseball cap with a rag looped through the back. Jackson hasn't shaved in a long time but still keeps his beard rather neat by tieing it together in a thick strand and then wrapping it in back up into a small ball kept in place by a hair tie. The length of the beard is about seven inches long.
Personality: Jackson was a hopeful, not a fanatic like some of the other but a hopeful. He believed that the keys would unite humanity and make them stronger as whole. Instead, the keys caused destruction, death, and overall decay of what made people human. Yet, Jackson tried to hold onto his hope and pray that things would change for the better, that people would change for the better.
After a turn of events, everything broke inside of Jackson. He lost his hope and he saw the world as it was, a crumbling pile of dung. What had made him hold onto his hope was torn from his arm and killed right in front of him. He could no longer hope for a better world with better people and better life styles. All he could see was the darkness and despair that was the real world and he let it envelop him. He changed from a man who had hope to a person who had see the darkest pits of despair and had let it come to him. Jackson was no longer Jackson and instead took up the name Hart, a man who hunted bandits who killed with out mercy. Hart is defiant and will not stop until those who kill are killed, even him.
Background: Jackson was born three seconds after his twin brother Meryl in early March in the city of New York. Meryl was the opposite of Jackson, a smart kid with a bright future if he would just do the work. Jackson had to work to keep good grades and become an archeitect as he wanted to. Jackson grew up knowing the true meaning of hard work while his brother Meryl had everything given to him. Meryl recived scholarships to prestigous schools while Jackson got a crap scholarship to a school that was even worse than he thought. Yet, Jackson loved his brother more than he hated him. He knew that if he could be more like his twin he would.
Jackson went on to work as an archeitect while Meryl joined the United States Navy nuclear propulsion program. Meryl served for four years then went on to work as a teacher for a local high school in New York city in Physics. Jackson constructed several buildings which included a mall, a multitude of apartments, and a hotel. After the keys started falling, Jackson and Meryl quickly left New York city for their parents summer home in North Carolina. Soon after their arrival, Meryl was taken by the government to do testing on the keys. He was reported dead three weeks later and Jackson was the only one who could take care of Meryl's daughter Jennie. It was a year after the keys fell that Jackson lost Jennie, his only connection to the world. Their house had been raided while Jackson was out trying to find some food. By the time he had gotten back Jennie was lying on the floor, slowly bleeding to death from a gun shot to the thigh.
Jackson watched as a raider came back to finsh her off and tore her from his arms. She was killed right in front of him and he was left alive, almost as a kind of torture. Not long after that, Jackson decided to chose a new name, Hart, and recive a tattoo of a heart with ice over it from a very shady man. Hart sold his remaining supply of food for weapons and joined people who were transporting things like food and drinks across the country. He has performed this job since Jennie died and only recently recived a letter from this man who Jackson knows nothing about.
Strengths: Jackson is a stalwart man. He has a way with constructing buildings and has picked up a few things that are needed for survival in the past few years.
Weaknesses/Allergies/Fears: Jackson is allergic to pollen and dust which causes him to sneeze. He is afraid of spiders and of snakes. Jackson is hard to get through to when he has an idea in his head and even harder to talk out of making an action he has already decided on. Jackson prefers not to be interrupted which has cause a bit too many disputes than it should have.
Gear: A medium sized backpack, a canteen with a little bit of fresh water, and a pocket knife. Inside his backpack he has three cans of beans, a tinderbox, a pair of brass knuckles, and a sleeping bag. He carries on his belt a three foot loop of string wrapped tightly around and a pouch filled with coins, mostly five dimes and ten quarters.Attached to his backpack by string hangs a rusty machete.
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