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School for Mages and Knights (pair RP) Drama! Fighting! and other stuff!

SUPA BADASS Knight incoming.

[Intchck] Virtual Reality MMORPG!

IN, MOTHERFUCKER.

Nevermind, I just don't have enough 'space' so to speak. Maybe if the one I just joined doesn't pan out.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Dinh AaronMk said
And frankly I am in a crisis situation on whether or not androids need to eat or not. Assuming they're built to be so much like humans they literally bleed like humans I would think they need calories at least to keep some minor systems functional..

Well, I would think that that guy in Rivet city would notice if he never had to eat/could not.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Holy crap, nobody took bloody mess?

Huh.

Hrm, I wonder what that Elizabeth woman would think of Alicia's modified steel saw? It's the same base model as the ones from the Pitt but the 'Head' isn't quite the same.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Name: Alicia Tennison

Age: 29

Appearance: Alicia is tall. Very tall. Standing at about seven feet and four inches. Just as well, she is quite muscular(though not hideously so. She still retains a feminine figure), though whether this owes to the massive amount of buffout she took as a child or mutation remains to be seen. Between her commanding height and large frame there isn't much tougher than her, save super mutants and deathclaws. Her Dark-skinned body is covered in myriad scars from a lifetime of bloodshed, as well as a large amount of tally-mark scars in her left bicep. As for her face, she has tough, sharp features, framed by her long dark brown hair. And while she isn't going to be winning any beauty pageants, she is quite pretty in her own way (Not very much can be said about her personality, however). Her face is not spared from the abuse her body has taken, and she bears three deep scars on her left cheek, in lines like animal claws.

Important note, Her chest is a modest B cup. Why is this important? She's VERY insecure on the subject for whatever reason. Likely the only aspect of her physical appearance she actually seems to care about. Say anything at your peril.

Race: Human

Skills: Unarmed, Melee, Survival.
STR: 10 PER: 6 END: 9 CHA: 1 INT: 4 AGL: 8 LCK: 2

Perks:

1) Bloody Mess: Oddly enough, any killing blows Alicia inflicts seem to be greatly exaggerated. Expect body parts to be flying. Also, she seems to deal just a bit more hurt. Fun!

2) Slayer: Alicia's manic glee/frothing rage in combat make her awfully 'enthusiastic.' She just seems to be faster in close combat than most.

3) Trait (is this okay?): Built to destroy: On that same token, that 'enthusiasm' makes her a little more likely to inflict killing blows, but she's awfully hard on her gear.

Equipment: Serpentbane (Alicia created this weapon from various hand-tools found in the New Vegas steelworks after her escape, and promptly used it to murder every last one of the vipers that tormented her. Nearly identical to the 'Man-opener' auto-axes found in Pittsburgh), 'Shredder's hand' (an industrial hand that once belonged to a marked man named Shredder. Differs from a normal industrial hand only in its red color), 'Berzerker' Riot gear (Modified riot gear, decorated with various 'trophies,' bloodstains, and spiky bits. The suit is in poor repair, and the helmet and left arm are missing. In game terms: Max DT: 19, END +1, Melee +5, Unarmed +5), about 10 Slasher hypos, various foodstuffs, three bottles of Nuka-Cola, and a combat knife (used more for utility than anything)

Personality: Alicia's personality is... Unique. She is Vulgar, Violent, Morbid, Hateful, and just plain rude. She does not fit very well in greater society, as most wastelanders view her as just another chem-crazed marauder. Ironically, she despises raiders, and is often driven to a frenzy at the sight of them, and she isn't especially fond of ghouls either due to her experiences with marked men, but she can control herself in their presence. She can however act like a snarling ball of barely contained fury at times (Truth be told that's exactly what she is). However, an important note in understanding is that her current state is a result of her own actions, and her vengeful nature arose out of a desire for no innocent person to feel what she had endured. In a way, a sort of love is what drives her to such violence on those that prey on the weak. Oddly enough, NCR personnel (especially troopers) seem to have a calming effect on her, and she seems to act more docile in their presence. Lately she has been more conscious of her belligerent nature, and is scared she'll get even worse than she already is.

Bio:

The Brutal Ballad of Alicia Tennison

Alicia Tennison was born to Al and Tonya Tennison, a pair of former vault-dwellers turned brahmin ranchers. Always big for her age, she would help with all the hard labor that was expected from such a lifestyle. Life was good. It was hard sometimes but they rarely ran out of food and weren't often attacked by raiders. Until one night. Alicia barely remembers anything about that night. She went to bed, and awoke in a burlap sack. After about an hour of struggling and screaming she eventually gave up on that, much to the appreciation of the raiders.

As it turned out, she had been captured by Vipers. They had planned to sell her off to slavers or maybe just take a few 'turns' with her and throw her in a ditch but their leader took a shine to her. She had basically become the raider camps' 'entertainment'. Apparently they had recently raided a caravan bringing various medical supplies to the followers back in the boneyard, and one of the bastards knew how to turn it into chems. Particularly, buffout and psycho. What they would do was they would load her up on buffout and psycho and have her fight the dogs. Naturally, she soon more or less devolved into a rabid beast as the combined trauma of the chems and abuse wore at her mind.

After five years of this, she became strong, very strong. They had even needed to gather animals stronger than dogs, as Alicia would almost effortlessly kill them. Radscorpions, geckos, the occasional poor bastard they pulled off the road, etc. Eventually, they had brought in an NCR grunt and set him up against her. However, as Alicia moved in to kill him, something changed. She noticed the man cowering in the corner of the arena, looking up at her with fear in his eyes. maybe she felt she couldn't kill him, or maybe he reminded her of who she used to be, but she could not bear to kill him. The Viper's were outraged, and the leader had the man shot and personally beat her back into her cage with a cattle prod.

That night she thought about things other than her next kill for the first time in years. Chief among them, escaping. The cage Was old, and it didn't take much for her altered physique to rip the rusted gate off its hinges. Thankfully, the vipers save for one lone sentry were off raiding, and it took an equally small amount of effort to beat the sentry to death with the gate. After that, she ran. Eventually, she took shelter in the New Vegas Steel building, and slept there for the day. When she awoke, she was consumed by thoughts of violent anger. If she didn't go back and kill those vipers they'd just... do more! Try as she might, the excessive bloodlust she had acquired over the years rendered her unable to just keep running. So in a rare fit of brilliance she took one of the steel-saws and affixed various sharp metal bits with a welding gun.She now had a device of spinning death on her hands, and it would do nicely.

The rest, as they say, is history. She returned and slaughtered the Vipers, and after that, she wandered. Scavenging what she could she roamed, searching for more to kill in her new quest to rid the earth of such scum. She never really had much time for friends or the like, not that anyone would want to spend time with her. Years later, she had made a name for herself as an unstoppable engine of vengeance, and if you needed raiders as dead as could be you looked for her. However, one night she noticed a nightmarish explosion off to the east. She couldn't help but want to explore, and after several weeks of walking she found quite possibly the closest thing to hell she would ever encounter on earth. The Divide.

There isn't much to recount about her travels in the divide, other than that she viewed it as a challenge. That nothing could stop her. What she found terrified her. When she encountered the marked men, it was almost like looking in a mirror. These creatures were fueled by hatred and rage, just like she was. They reminded her of what she was before the grunt, and she decided she would do all she could to destroy them. Naturally, the Divide proved too tough a foe for her, and while she thinned the Marked men as much as she could, killed a deathclaw with her bear hands, and got some new toys in the process she got the idea that this place was not her responsibility. Like someone else was fated to tame this land... or something.

Apparently, Powerful people had heard of her skills in the art of destruction, and she soon received a package at her shack in goodsprings (Well, more like the outskirts. The locals appreciated how she was like a bandit repulsor, but didn't really want her in town). The package contained orders to visit the Lucky 38 to receive further instructions. Well if Mr. House wanted something from her, she bet he'd pay really damn well. And her purse was pretty light as it is. So, that's where she's headed.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Dinh AaronMk said
That's heresy and you know it.

Did somebody say Heresy?

Count me in. Crazed-Autoaxe/Industrial hand-wielding-Very-good-berserker on the way.

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

Nerendier said
I work a double tomorrow then another double the day after, so it might be fairly unlikely that I'd get to post. So Tuesday most likely.

You work a double double? Shit son. Vincanity! Be more like Nerendier! Show some initiative! D:<

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

Grey Onyx

Grey was incredulous. Why the hell was this man so damn squeamish? He was dying here! Arianna seemed to recognize him, and scolded him for bursting through the open doorway. "And you could have..." He was about to cough again, but he managed to suppress it. "Waited. Where I come from we don't fight alone..." He stated. Ooh, lordy. This was probably the second most physically painful thing to ever happen to him. The mage didn't seem to even want to look at him, but he did say something about a book. He remembered the book he had looted from that alleyway, and moved to unclip it from his belt. "You mean this? I found it in the second most disgusting alley I've ever seen." He said. He wanted that to be a joke, but his tone was more serious as he remembered the horrible sight there. Nonetheless, he more or less dropped it on the guy with his bloodied hand. At this point fine control like handing things to people was getting hard. "If that's your damn book can we please fix me before I bleed out or... or something?" He said as he slid down to a sitting position, no longer strong enough to stand.

Then, Arianna seemed to want names, and she had also noticed the couple of times he slipped into his more, er, noble speech patterns. "Greyson Onyx. But unless you just wanted something to carve on my headstone I suggest someone help!" He shouted. Now he was getting angry. He always got angry when he was afraid. But, he had noticed that wasn't helping. "I'm... I'm sorry. I just... I don't want to die..." He said as he lay there. Then, one of the beastfolk from earlier burst in. He... wasn't in good shape. He said something about there being five more bandits out there, right as a handaxe embedded itself in the wall.

At that point, he realized something. He was giving up. He was going to give up, and die on the floor in the house of somebody he'd never even seen.

No. If he was going to die, he was going to die like a man, axe in hand. With a sudden surge of adrenalin, he got up on his feet, before procuring one of the homeowner's shirts from the floor. He tied it around his wound and readied his axe. He was still very much in pain, but he couldn't allow those animals out there to smell blood, so to speak. But he knew he wouldn't last long. "Come on... if I'm dying then I'm dying on the battlefield." He said to the other two. He didn't care if they followed, but he did care if they survived. If they went with him, he would likely give his life for them. Pushing past the beastman, he noticed the bandits, who were very nearly ready to attack.

"Well here you are, scumbags!" He called out. They very much didn't care for that, but they were gonna wait for him to finish at least. "Do you wanna know what I do with scumbags? Huh? Huh!? Why don't you ask the underside of my boot! I bet it's still got some of your friend's brains on it!" He shouted. At least one bandit seemed a little put off, but it was clear that they were still very angry. "What the fuck are you waiting for! Get over here and die!"

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

Nerendier said
Holy moley, what did I do? Suddenly dragged into some crazy anger over here.Got a question for you GM:How well known are the Silver Dragon Knights? I kind of envsioned them as rather famous, especially within Vinsenia, and I'd expect that someone who defended his nation against Vinsenia would know of them, but how far has their exploits reached?

Give or take 3.467 degrees latitude. I think.

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

Alika

As Alika finished calming the mother and child, she heard... something. She didn't quite make it out, but it sounded like speech. Well, it looked like the bandits had found her. She would not allow any bandits to harm these civilians! As soon as she heard him(?) She whipped around with lightning speed, her concealed short sword primed to cut his throat.

However, as she turned, she saw him fire arrows at a bandit... Oh. Crap. Now, not killing him would be easy. Doing that in a dignified matter would be impossible. She threw her weight off to the side, causing her to land to the ground instead of leap at his throat. "Y-you should know better than to sneak up on a lady!" She shouted as she rose and dusted herself off, her cheeks bright red from the embarrassment. He had apparently howled... Huh, he must be a Wolf then. She groaned internally. She had nothing near Grey's hatred of non-humans, but she didn't like the wolves. They were so... unrefined. She wouldn't call them savage but they didn't exactly have the best manners.

"I am quite fine on my own, thank you. I've quite a bit of experience..." She was no soldier and she didn't really enjoy fighting, but over she'd built up quite a bit of skill over two-thousand years. "But I won't stop you. I advise picking off those ruffians surrounding the big one over there..." She said as she pointed towards the gate at the berserker.

Whatever he did, it was none of her concern. She watched a pegasus knight of some variety fleeing an archer. as she watched him land, she noticed him talk to a blade-wielding woman, who appeared to be severely injured.

This would not do.

Assembling Physic, she cast it at the woman, and breathed a sigh of relief to find her just at the edge of its range. It took a good two seconds for physic to do it's work, and she wasn't sure if the woman would notice her or not, but that was irrelevant. However, it likely wouldn't feel good. Grey had complained that the staff made him feel this sickening tingling sensation whenever she cast it on him. Normally she'd chalk it up to his odd intolerance for magic, but she'd seen the expressions of the people she'd used it on. It wasn't painful, but it wasa severely uncomfortable is what she guessed it's effect was.