Galavani

Night of the Marked [Dark Fantasy Int. Chk]

I'm also interested, pretty much got a character written for this already.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Well, thanks. I actually thought I did a pretty poor job with this in regards to the pacing and moderation, not to to mention all the trouble the free-for-all brought, but I'm flattered you think of my writing so highly.

I might actually bring this back now that some time has passed. Maybe try to edit some parts of it that didn't work out so well.

But I do know what title it would have: Souls of Steel. And yes, I'm aware of the HG/SS reference.

@Ariamis

Try and work bellsprout tower into one of the RPs, I cant see anyone disliking that idea.

IF you ever feel like stepping away from mechs, I've currently got a Dystopian Death Racing, Post Apocalyptic Warplanes, AND a Custom Robo/Battle Hobby style RPs that are all in need of a serious reboot. If any of these take your fancy I'd love to rework this as collaboration and Co-GM one of these with you. Just a thought.

The Last One's [Apocalyptic RP]

@LetMeDoStuff Will our characters be able to be dodgy and eccentric? I'm all for new recruits of an army, but can we make it some specialized offshoot rather than just copy/paste grunts? The character I'm writing has a criminal background and unsavory motivations, which I think works well with the environment they are in.

The Last One's [Apocalyptic RP]

@LetMeDoStuff

So as my suggestion for the story I was thinking a good way to blend the Army and Civilian scenarios is to have us (the players) as a bunch of ragtag Civilian Militia/merc/survivor group whos been contracted by someone powerful to save someone/recover something/eliminate a target, that way we will still be able to have bad-ass skills while retaining our personalities as 'everyday' people.



I've actually been writing a up character draft in case you decide to go this suggested route :)

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

@Dynamo Frokane
Really now? I'm surprised it was you of all people who dug this up from the grave like that.

@Ariamis

It was the best Mecha RP that Ive seen on here, you created something special and I really enjoyed my character that I made for this.

Maybe you could make a spiritual successor? maybe not even necessarily with mechs, but with your RP style would be appreciated by a lot of people.

Collection Of Champions and Concepts

Michigan Mike

Name: Salvatore Franklin Michelson 'The Michigan Machine','Michigan Mallet Man' 'Mr Mike'
Place of birth: Battle Creek,Michigan
Character history: Prisoner 79C0-456 also known as the Michigan Machine because of his background with mechanics and his cold robot like demeanor. He earned himself because he attempted to blow up a Bikers Club in the midwest, he had bad blood with the leader but because of an untrustworthy accomplice the biker crew were able to escape the club before he blew the place up. He was then the target of an informant in his garage which he worked and wound up getting 17 years for attempted murder. But Sal, learned a lot about explosives before his incarceration and managed to escape in 2010 after serving only 1 year. It was an infamous jailbreak because Henry had managed to build a bomb inside prison by using material from the scrapyard which he worked. He is now a wanted man and on the run.

A few years after his escape, he crossed the Atlantic into Scotland (where his dad was from) and ended up making bombs for a mercenary group who, taught him some combat basics including Firearms and close combat. Although this was useful Henry preferred his bombs and started carrying a large sledgehammer which the Scottish then affectionately called him 'The Michigan Malletman'. The group then made their way over to Italy (where his mom was from) where they had a job training a small 'scavenger' army, Sal was in charge of teaching the soldiers how to make bombs, they called him Mr Mike because of his long name. Sadly the Army base was invaded by a swarm of mutants, and the whole Scottish squad were wiped out. Only Sal was able to barely escape and now is travelling England trying to find out what to do with his life now he is lost in this strange land.
Appearance:
Gear: Wears the clothes seen in the pic.
Weapons and equipment: Henry carries all types of Bombs from dynamite, to grenades, C4, he is a self taught explosives expert, who has a wide range of knowledge on ballistics and bomb making and diffusing. He also carries a large Gas Powered Desert eagle Pistol and a Large Sledgehammer, that he uses for smashing debris and his opponents skulls.
Role: Demolition Man/Explosives Expert
Miscellaneous: Has some skills in hand to hand combat as he studied Greco Roman Wrestling in college. Also can speak some spanish because of his time in jail surrounded by Latin prisoners.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

I'd love to see this back @Ariamis

The Last One's [Apocalyptic RP]

@BilboTheGreat@LetMeDoStuff



will there be tube strikes in this post apocalypse?

The Last One's [Apocalyptic RP]

As a Londoner, I take special interest in this.

Risk Rally GP 2080: Dystopian Races

The liver shot was pretty good, Mickey got into plenty of fights back in Boston, and he knew a solid punch when he felt one. It felt like his spine turned to jelly and he hit the floor, cursing at the large all-american.

You stupid roid monkey punk! You cant swing on me! I'm staff!! You got enemies who are planting coke in your car? that's between you and them, they don't pay me enough to deal with this shit as it is, what have I got to gain by fucking with you? You realise you are a lot more valuable to the top brass dead on the road in front of camera then in prison right?

Mickey's rant was cut short by the stomp of security boots towards the trio, they were all heavily armed, and wasted no time in apprehending the group. One guard cracked Cinderblock over the head, knocking him out instantly. While wrestling the other two in cuffs. The head security guard pointed his gun at Rock's head waiting for him to resist.

Mickey got back to his feet and held his hand up. Signalling the guards to halt.
Don't worry everything's fine. Just a political debate that got heated. I aint pressing charges either. Let them go.
The guards undid the hand-cuffs and returned to their posts, while Mickey dusted himself off.

Dumb shit, freelancers work in the prelims, they wouldn't risk any precious government mechanics to be seen in a place like this, let alone have to regulate the vehicles of a bunch of psychotic criminals. But They'd happily let a poor Mick from Boston take a beating instead. Nice punch, but you start shit like that again and they'll shoot you. Now clean that shit out of your car. Whoever planted it there can be gotten even with after the race. But we are starting in 20 mins so hurry.

Mick gripped his abdomen in slight pain and walked back to the vending machine to get a chocolate bar.

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Down in the Garage the announcment was made that the races would be starting soon. So everyone should make last min preparations for the first course. The various drivers began popping their hoods open and doing last minute tune ups hoping to get the best from their vehicles, and calling friends on their families on their phones for wishes of good luck to calm their nerves.

The man with the clown mask Hank St Charles. looked up where the intercom was and started to glance around the garage. He noticed Tavish's very sleek car and walked up to it. Wanting to get a better look. He then suddenly turned to Tavish and looked him up and down. Mister....you're gonna have a bad time today. Hank then drifted back to his own scary looking truck and got inside.