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Sorry guys, life lately has been hectic with rodeo finals and school... I'll try to start getting on here regularly again.
The door in question is like a person-sized door behind a chain-link fence which, last I check, your guy was outside of. I understand he could easily ram through the fence, but he'd had to take out part of the wall to get anywhere near 'inside' the warehouse, which would seriously compromise his car's protection measures.
Character Application
Name: Camille Rosecourt
Age: 22
Physical Description (picture/typing/both):
But less modern, of course.
Personality: Very chipper, fashion-forward, gets along well with others. Tends to ramble on when frightened, but when she's really scared, it's hard to get her to speak at all.
Specialties/Occupation: Historian, specializing in disasters.
Strong Points: Team worker, sense of adventure I guess?
Fears: Being alone in any situation, silence.
Other information:
Name: Camille Rosecourt
Age: 22
Physical Description (picture/typing/both):
But less modern, of course.
Personality: Very chipper, fashion-forward, gets along well with others. Tends to ramble on when frightened, but when she's really scared, it's hard to get her to speak at all.
Specialties/Occupation: Historian, specializing in disasters.
Strong Points: Team worker, sense of adventure I guess?
Fears: Being alone in any situation, silence.
Other information:
Today is the day. You can just feel it. From apartments, from alleyways, from mansions young adults are disappearing.
No one knows where they've gone.
Except the Hunt.
The Hunt tracks down promising young adults and shows them what they are,
just a brief glimpse before they offer you a chance to come travel with them,
hunting the demons that roam this planet, forever a loner, except to the Hunt.
The Hunt isn't a gang, it's not a cult, it's a family.
If you accept this offer, the recruiter will pull out a Stele-a piece of long red crystal-and press it to your skin, painting a Rune on your arm. This Rune, they tell you, will burn when it's time to join the Hunt. They give you an address, then disappear, through whatever alleyway or window they appeared from.
The only belongings you have must fit in a backpack, with your weapons.
You must sever all contact from anyone from your old life.
And, if caught, you must never, ever tell about the Hunt.
Rules:
1. Everyone specializes in one weapon and can use up to five.
2. They have to be old fashioned weapons, e.i. bows, swords, knives, etc. No guns or anything like that.
3. Romance is cool, but keep it PG-13, if you must go further, go to PM or fade to black.
4. No perfect characters, no sob stories.
5. The Hunt members do fight with each other sometimes, like physically, and when they do, give the other fighter a chance, like 'Paul knocked down Jim and moved in with a knife' 'then Jim kicked the knife out of his hand and jumped up' and so on.
6. This go hand in hand with 5. No power playing.
7. Upon joining, everyone gets a Stele, but they need to learn their Runes. It's like learning the alphabet.
8. You need a Hunt name that you get when you get your stele, from that point onward that is what they're known by.
This is an RP I had on another site, I thought I'd try a revival and see what the response is? It'll be low-medium Casual.
No one knows where they've gone.
Except the Hunt.
The Hunt tracks down promising young adults and shows them what they are,
just a brief glimpse before they offer you a chance to come travel with them,
hunting the demons that roam this planet, forever a loner, except to the Hunt.
The Hunt isn't a gang, it's not a cult, it's a family.
If you accept this offer, the recruiter will pull out a Stele-a piece of long red crystal-and press it to your skin, painting a Rune on your arm. This Rune, they tell you, will burn when it's time to join the Hunt. They give you an address, then disappear, through whatever alleyway or window they appeared from.
The only belongings you have must fit in a backpack, with your weapons.
You must sever all contact from anyone from your old life.
And, if caught, you must never, ever tell about the Hunt.
Rules:
1. Everyone specializes in one weapon and can use up to five.
2. They have to be old fashioned weapons, e.i. bows, swords, knives, etc. No guns or anything like that.
3. Romance is cool, but keep it PG-13, if you must go further, go to PM or fade to black.
4. No perfect characters, no sob stories.
5. The Hunt members do fight with each other sometimes, like physically, and when they do, give the other fighter a chance, like 'Paul knocked down Jim and moved in with a knife' 'then Jim kicked the knife out of his hand and jumped up' and so on.
6. This go hand in hand with 5. No power playing.
7. Upon joining, everyone gets a Stele, but they need to learn their Runes. It's like learning the alphabet.
8. You need a Hunt name that you get when you get your stele, from that point onward that is what they're known by.
This is an RP I had on another site, I thought I'd try a revival and see what the response is? It'll be low-medium Casual.
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Empire of the Dead ~ (Supernatural, Horror Thriller RP)
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'd love to join if you're still accepting
Eris ran after him, very fast despite her small frame, and shot through the back windshield, hitting the guy in the shoulder. Maybe it wouldn't penetrate his armor, but it'd leave a helluva bruise and hopefully lure him out of the car.
"You can't shoot if you have no arms," Eris said calmly. "I can easily arrange for that to happen. Now why don't you climb into your vehicle and get your ass outta here,"
Eris scurried back to Drake's bed, carrying a glass of water, bowl of Kane's chilli, and a large first-aid kit. She set the sustenance within his reach, then said, "I'll patch you up best I can, what's the worst..." She heard arguing coming from the smoking area nearby - the door hadn't closed behind her and Drake - so she absently stood and drifted outside to hear the stranger's threat. Stepping up next to Kane, she tilted her chin and said, "Maybe your gun is bigger, but I'm the fastest shooter in the US - and Mexico. And I never miss. And now there's two of us and one of you, so maybe you'll want to reconsider those last words of yours." Her dark eyes glinted dangerously as she raised an AR-15 high-powered rifle to her shoulder - a gun not even Kane or Marcus had known she had.
"Of course," Eris said, reaching down to pull his arm over her shoulder before rising to her feet, supporting Drake. "M'name's Eris," She added as she helped him inside the warehouse. She found an empty mattress, lowered him onto it, then ran off to get the medic kit and some food and water.
Eris pushed through the small gate in the smoking area, running to the collapsed gunman. She slid on her knees, stopping next to his, and looked down at his face. His eyes were open, which was always a good sign. "Are you okay? Sir?" She asked, very clearly.
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