Elitestpotato

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

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From what I gather from the character sheets, only Torrens and Shukra have physical forms with fire immunity.

@BBeast

I was referring to the fact that they are, you know, from hell.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

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If Torrens laid his hands on Tinkerhel, she'd be a pile of charred, molten flesh. If Torrens ever offers you a hug, don't take it unless you have a level of heat resistance which allows you to swim in molten lava for fun.

@BBeast

Don't our resident demons basically live in molten lava?

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Steven rolls his eyes as Alice gets all snarky with him.
"Alice, I swear to God I will turn this ship the fuck around."
The pilot pours the cream and sugar into the coffee and takes a sip. He dramatically spits it everywhere.

"Goddammit marine! What the fuck is this!? Do I look like I should be drinking this shit?? I swear to fuck that I will order Alice to launch a goddamned war head at your home town! You hear me you piece of shit?? Get the fuck out of here and don't come back until you get something that I can drink. Fucking marines.", the Petty Officer basically screams at the marine. The poor fresh faced marine quickly scurries back to the mess hall, a look of horror on his face.

Steve laughs to himself as he sets the disgusting drink to the side. He then leans over to the microphone that plays throughout the ship.
"Hello, passengers of the UESAS Convergence of Destiny, this is your pilot speaking. I hope your flight was a fine one, filled with joy and hopefully not ending with you puking everywhere. In a couple of hours we will be entering some turbulence, otherwise known as Rebel weapons firing at us. I suggest you all be ready. Oh, and contact our resident Stewardess, Alice, for complimentary crackers. Also, if any one plays that goddamned song again I'm letting O'Henessey pilot."
Steve smiles to himself, god he loves his job as the number one pilot in the universe.
"Better see how the Captain is doing," the Petty Officer says to himself as he walks over to the Captain.
"How you doing, Cap?", is the greeting Captain Stirling receives.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

I'm just sitting here waiting for everyone to respond to a dubstep remix of Yankee Doodle being blasted via the PA system before I reply everyone

@ClocktowerEchos

I'm planning on responding to it after Alice responds to Steven.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

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Hehe I actually did imagine his room being a cave. One large cave with maybe a few small offshoot caves for sleep and utility.

Hmm magical plumbing system? Central eating cave? Or do we fix food ourselves since we probably eat widely varying things?
(This might be too specific lol. After all, we'll probably be out marauding most of the time.)

@Mattie_

We're villains. We don't use plumbing. We take dumps in buckets and dump it on attackers.

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

They'd probably live anywhere on the map that is a moist forested area, like a wooded river or swamp. It's not over powered since they are very slow, and don't attack unless you touch their tentacles. They're very rare, being so large, but the exact numbers, as well as other things, are up to RPer interpretation.

@MangoJuice

They're okay with me.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

"Get me some coffee goddammit!"

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Steve gives a long stretch and an even longer yawn as he approaches his station at the head of the ship.
"Fuck, I can never get used to cryo sleep", he remarks as he takes his seat. Steve was the second to wake up, after the captain. The pilot checks over his station through his sunglasses, flicking a few switches.
"Alice. Routine systems check. And get one of those grunts to bring me some goddamned coffee. Cream and sugar out the ass. Oh, and give me any sass and your power core is going out the air lock."
He continues to check over the systems and begins preparation for the battle likely incoming.
"Alice. Weapons system check. Shield check."
He flips a few more switches and presses a button or two before leaning back in his chair and once again yawning.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Cyclone What's your opinion on 4th wall breaking characters?

Planet Xaine: Planet Colonization RP

Nation Sheet

Name of Nation/Corp/Group/etc:

Location:

Type: (cultists, Corp, nation, etc)

Main Goal: (main goal to accomplish on
Xaine)

Leader:

Other Important Characters:

History:

Weaponry:

Other Equipment:

Dehumanized

Lonely

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 New York City. Half of it is a literal concrete jungle now though, so he feels at home.

Alone or with someone?: Alone.