Elitestpotato

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@notdeadyet For a Demon she is quite awkward lol.

Civilization Roleplay: Rise of Races (The Tribes of Nova Mondial Want You!)

Snow Brutes

Era of Dud's Great Tribe
Population: 261 in Village, 24 going South, 1 left of Eastern Group

@Aweirdgamer
Faw becomes somewhat frustrated when the Platta do not understand what she wants. When they present her with more dye, she takes the brown and green dyes and begins to draw on her hair in patterns that somewhat match the forest's. She is sloppy but the drawing is effective. She stands, gestures to the Platta, then steps a few feet into the forest and seemingly disappears. She then steps out, gestures to her hair then the dyes, and says "Blend!", in the Snow Brute language.

@Mihndar
Hof and the group quickly talk about it and agree that it is a good idea to meet the rest of the creature's tribe. They nod to her and begin following.

In the Village, Dud discusses the new rock with Rog.
"Any progress?", Dud asks, eager for new developments.
"No. No new with the new rock. Freezing not working, just makes cold and stays cold for long time. Next will try fire. Maybe fire do something.", was Rog's reply.
Dud nods, disappointed but understanding. Dud then trudges back to his own hut to work on his own project. In his hut he has a Jek skull along with a thick Jek hide. He slashes at both with his sword and, other than a visual slash, neither is very much affected. He then stabs the hide and his sword breaks through, but his stone blade bounces off of the skull.
"Hm."
Copper Workings: 3/8
Bone/Hide Armor: 2/4
Forest Inventions: Return to Village

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@notdeadyet Edict left "witch" out of that final sentence on purpose btw.

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A Gnome, A Demon, and a Witch Hunter Walk Into a Bar...

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"She didn't breathe in any water, did she?"
"Yes, she did. Most of it is probably in my beard now, though", Edict smirks at the woman, whose cheeks are as red as her dress.
Edict then rips his shield from the hands of the sailor that was holding it and draws his sword.
"Clear the fuck out!", he says threateningly.
The sailors clear out and Edict turns back to the Gnome and the lady. The lady's eyes, he notices, are pitch black with no pupil. This startles him but his face does not show this. He kneels next to the Gnome and asks the lady, "So... Where exactly are you from M'lady?"
He then turns towards the Gnome, looks her in the eye, raises his right eyebrow and looks back into the direction of the lady.
"And what's your name M'lady?
I'm Edict... The... Hunter."
@The Fated Fallen@notdeadyet

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The Strange Lady in Red

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"HEl-"
Edict turns quickly, a cry of some sort brushing his eardrums. ,"What the fu-" a loud splash interrupts the profanity. Edict runs towards the sound at a dead sprint. He soon reaches the dock, where the sound must of come from, and peers over it. Many sailors had gathered to laugh at whatever had happened. After pushing through the sailors, and even a gnome, in the water he glances upon crimson red cloth staining the water.
"Goddammit!"

The Witch Hunter quickly hands his shield to a nearby sailor and with a quick threat and a following vigorous nod, Edict makes sure his shield isn't going anywhere. He dives in, quickly locating whoever this person was, throws them over his shoulder, and swims over to the lowest nearby dock.

Reaching the dock, he pulls himself and the person out of the water, setting the other person on the dock as he does so. As he looks at her he sees a beautiful woman, strikingly so. As he examines her his eyes wander to the wonderful dress she's wearing. It is not like the regular dresses worn around here, but it was beautifully different if you asked Edict. The Witch Hunter quickly got to work, making sure all of the water had vacated the fair lady's lungs. After he makes sure she's fine, at least as far as he can tell, he says to her, "M'lady are you alright?"
@notdeadyet

Fallout: The Carolina Blues.

Haggle, the Great Trader

Name: Haggle, the Great Trader

Age: 56

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'10, 180 lbs. Fit for his age. Scruffy with a greying beard covering the bottom half of his face. Many wrinkles are worn across his tan face. Constantly wears a baseball cap upon his head. He also wears the Roving Trader Outfit.

Roving Trader Outfit

Home: the Lonestar Wasteland

Skills: Has a sliver tongue
Great negotiator
Great trader
Not an expert at fighting, but handy with a pistol

Background: Haggle, the Great Trader is one of the best traders to ever grace the Wasteland. Born in California, Haggle joined the Crimson Caravan at a young age. After years of working with the company, going on several dangerous runs, the politics became too much for Haggle. So him, his Brahmin named Fred, and his pet Yao Guai named Claws set out east in search of adventure. Along the way, Haggle mastered his craft of trading. In fact, it is said that once he convinced a scavenger to trade him a Fat Man along with 3 mini nukes for three bottle caps, scrap metal, and a baseball bat. Eventually, Haggle reached Texas and fell in love with the place. He decided to make his home there. He then traveled anywhere you can think of in the wastes. The Capital Wasteland, the Mojave Wasteland, the Pit, you name it, he's traded there. Now, hearing about all the commotion in Carolina, he decides to travel there because it seems like a wonderful trade opportunity.

Equipment: Roving Trader's Outfit.
Combat Knife.
Lever Action Rifle.
.357 Revolver.

Other: Has a pet Brahmin and a pet Yao Guai.

Fallout: The Carolina Blues.

Haggle, the Great Trader

Name: Haggle, the Great Trader

Age: 56

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'10, 180 lbs. Fit for his age. Scruffy with a greying beard covering the bottom half of his face. Many wrinkles are worn across his tan face. Constantly wears a baseball cap upon his head. He also wears the Roving Trader Outfit.

Roving Trader Outfit

Home: the Lonestar Wasteland

Skills: Has a sliver tongue
Great negotiator
Great trader
Not an expert at fighting, but handy with a pistol

Background: Haggle, the Great Trader is one of the best traders to ever grace the Wasteland. Born in California, Haggle joined the Crimson Caravan at a young age. After years of working with the company, going on several dangerous runs, the politics became too much for Haggle. So him, his Brahmin named Fred, and his pet Yao Guai named Claws set out east in search of adventure. Along the way, Haggle mastered his craft of trading. In fact, it is said that once he convinced a scavenger to trade him a Fat Man along with 3 mini nukes for three bottle caps, scrap metal, and a baseball bat. Eventually, Haggle reached Texas and fell in love with the place. He decided to make his home there. He then traveled anywhere you can think of in the wastes. The Capital Wasteland, the Mojave Wasteland, the Pit, you name it, he's traded there. Now, hearing about all the commotion in Carolina, he decides to travel there because it seems like a wonderful trade opportunity.

Equipment: Roving Trader's Outfit.
Combat Knife.
Lever Action Rifle.
.357 Revolver.

Other: Has a pet Brahmin and a pet Yao Guai.

Dehumanized

My CS

Name: Lonely

Age: Not known. Probably around 30.

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons (Don't go crazy): Bolt action rifle, hatchet, make shift spear (long stick with knife tied on the end)

Skills: Natural hunter. Great tracker. Very good at stealth. Ferocious, bloodthirsty fighter. Agile.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Razor sharp teeth. Heightened senses. Nails tougher and sharper than normal human's. Very fast.

Appearance: Lonely is a 6'0 tall, 190 pound man, but you could hardly tell. His dangerous looking teeth are intimidating, his feet, hands, and forearms have begun to grow thick grey hair, the regular hair on his body is growing thicker and more numerous, and his eyes are a specky gold, wild and dangerous looking. Although, looking at him you would not be able to tell, as he hides these things with thick combat boots, thick work pants, a hoodie, gloves, a bandana, sunglasses, and a baseball hat. He covers his oddities as well as he can.

Brief Personality (Try to show most of your character's personality IC instead of giving it all away): Awkward. Rough. Obviously not used to people anymore.

Background(Please reveal your current location): Lonely does not remember much before the incident. In fact, he doesn't even remember the incident at all. He just knows that one day he woke up to find that his teeth could rip through just about anything. More and more changes happened to his body, and then to his mind. Most of his human emotions were replaced by animal ones. Sad was replaced by hungry, happy was replaced by full. Knowing he could never see another person without them fearing him, he stayed away from anything and everything. Not knowing his name, he began to call himself one of the only human emotions he could feel: Lonely. Lonely has spent years wandering from place to place, all over the country, his human side constantly fighting his beastly instincts. It is a constant struggle to keep himself under control. But, he has been mostly successful so far. Now he finds himself hunting and sleeping in and around what used to be Big Bend national park. Nowadays locals just call it "The Bend". It is inhabited by many hostile creatures and the dry plains and mountains are very hard to live on. However, Lonely treats it as any other place he's been to.

Alone or with someone?: Alone.

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@notdeadyet Was her cry for help loud enough to where Edict could've heard it?

Dehumanized

@Penguin May I post my CS for approval?