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Terra Incognita ( Fantasy Colonial RP )

The Red Coat Mercenary Company (RCM) Formed just over ten years ago by a former Guard Captain, the Red Coat Mercenary Company is made up of former soldiers who decide that the money is just not good enough. Priding itself on good pay, lots of loot and being incredibly reliable and disciplined. Only a small band were selected to act as protection for the new colony. With so little known about the new world the price was good however the risk was so high that it was not viable to take the entire contract. Allowing for other mercenaries to be present. Uniform of the RCM:

Jack Sullam

Name: Jack Sullam Race: Human Age: 32 Sex: Male Appearance: Profession: Mercenary Captain Social Ranking: In charge of the Red Coat Mercenary Band deployed to the colony. As well as that has authority over an average colonist. Talents: An adept swordsmen, from years of practice and experience. He also is physically very fit and knows how to led and organise men. Personality: I prefer to RP this. Recent history: As an officer in the RCM he was selected from a group of volunteers to lead the small band of RCM mercenaries deployed to the colony. Before the RCM he was a member of the Trade Republic of Bresiroth's army however he was discharged after disobeying orders that would have led to the death of his entire band of men. The RCM took him on and instilled true discipline I him, as well as giving him an opportunity to prove his worth on a battlefield again.

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Taking a sip of his whiskey Jack's eyes rested heavily on the cards in front of him. To his left a skinny wretch of a man, barely old enough to carry himself in Jack's opinion, was smiling and tapping his cards. To his right a fairly butch woman in her early forties was taking a sip of her own drink. Finally across from Jack was another man, similarly built to himself, who was shuffling the deck for the umpteenth time. Lifting up a corner he eyed the values and then flicked the corner back down. He had them, he must of had them with this hand. The bar-n was Jack's favourite past time now and playing cards had practically become his religion. Sipping at the foul whiskey one more time he grimaced, smacked his lips and then pushed in the entirety of his small chips of wood. Each chip represented some of the collateral that the four had all put in. The woman had put in a half full canteen of moonshine (which Jack was very interested in), the skinny man had put in three ornate looking Zippo lighters that Jack believed he had stolen and the man opposite had put in his large bowie knife. All items Jack had wanted badly, which is why he had put in the last of tins of beans, though not worth nearly as much he had gone from the tiny number of chips all the way to a stack that dwarfed the other players. Deciding he couldn't lose he laughed as the woman and man opposite him threw their cards in, they were out and their chips were his. Only the wretch remained. Revealing his own cards Jack's eyes went wide and then shrunk into small slits. He turned over his own hand. Jack had a full house and yet somehow this 'kid' had a straight flush. Jack was not happy and wanted to slap the wretch before his runty hands could touch Jacks cards. As the kid leant forward a card fell from his sleeve and Jack just went berserk on him. Grabbing the boy's wrists he pulled him over the table and onto the hard floor. There was a thud as his skull collided with the wood and he then tried desperately to push Jack off. In response Jack threw a punch into the boy's gut and smiled as he heard the wind rush out. Throwing two more punches, one into the boy's gut again and another into his face, Jack was finally pulled off. He had made quite the scene and he was fairly sure that he would not be gracing the poker tables again for a while. Standing up straight he grabbed his winnings, threw one of the Zippos to each of the other players (apart from the boy on the floor), and then opened up and downed the moonshine. Finally picking up his empty glass, which had been knocked over, he walked over to the bar and sat down. Calling the barkeep he ordered another of the terrible whiskey and mused on his own Jack Daniels that was sitting in his bag back by his bunk. He was saving it for a very special day however he desperately wanted to open up the wrapping and break into the sweet, honey like ambrosia. Deciding the piss would have to do he thanked the barman for the drink and the new tin. Looking to the side he nodded to his apparent drinking buddy and muttered. "What you drinkin' friend?"

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Tristan begun to bore Jakob he started to look around, looking for a way out. Tristan was smart and a fairly decent man however he did have a strange habit of being almost childish. Jakob would have suggested the Tully boy get himself a woman, or at least a whore, however those willing to put up with Tristan were in short demand. As his eyes scanned the room he spotted Jonathan Mallister for a second and thought of trying to strike up a conversation with the venerable lord. Jonathan held some of the land near the Twins and was a major force in keeping the Greyjoys at bay. Excusing himself from Tristan he slid smoothly between people as he went to hunt down Lord Mallister but was then stopped in his tracks once more. It seemed Khailey had managed to appear amongst the Riverlords again. Changing course he veered steadily towards the Lioness and caught up with her just before the exit. Bowing curtly he spoke with a smile. "The Lioness seems to be away from her pride again. If I didn't know better I would say you wish to be one of the flock. We do have a slightly more..." Jakob looked over at one of the greener lords finishing his eighth cup of wine before belching loudly and laughing with some noble friends. "...crude sense of humour." Jakob almost sighed at the rabble he was surrounded by. These nobles believed it was all a piss up now, the King would select the Stark boy as his hand and then they could return to their homes to carry on the hedonistic life they enjoyed. No ambition. "However we also have a lot less power than that of your own house, so the trade off is quite large." Suddenly a man stumbled into the back of Jakob and he spun around. A glint of fire in his eye that was steeled by the fists his hands clenched into. The man was a tall orderly who seemed to have been knocked by another kerfuffle going on slightly further away. Jakob was not a cruel man and quickly checked that the orderly was alright before taking a drink from the man and offering one to Khailey. "Perhaps we could speak where less of my noble kin are present? We never did get to carry on our conversation from earlier after the Tyrell interrupted. Now, you were telling me about why you are not at your fathers heel tonight."

Mutually Assured Destruction

I may request a re roll...:L

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing The coronation was completely uneventful, which was both good and bad depending on your opinion, though Jakob did not seem to mind as much as he thought it would. 1Instead he cast his gaze across some of the other Riverlands nobles around him. Most seemed to be trying to give him a wide birth, though a Tully noble whose name escaped Jakob seemed to have scooted over towards him in the crowd. As the noble came closer Jakob finally recognised him. Tristan Tully, the heir to the Tully house, what little the Tully's had left that was, despite the Starks being unexiled and regaining the North the Tullys had not been so lucky with the Riverlands, only being gifted a small fort hold after the return of the Targaryians. It tickled Jakob that this man was the only noble willing to even be near him. "How many ties have you stepped on this time friend?" Tristan was a slightly round lord with shortly cut black hair and a pudgy, pale, face. Not an imposing man by any means but those out of favour at the courts had to stick together after all. "I believe the Tyrells are not too fond of my prescence here. My response of course was to blindly mock Gwayne and the king. So maybe one set of toes, but they are very big toes indeed." The Tully grimaced and shook his head. "You want too bring glory to the Frey name and yet you provoke the very men who could give you the power you desire." The Tully was no fool, even if he looked like one. "If you wrre to cosy up then perhaps you would have some clout to throw around your weight." "I want clout to dictate, not simply nodd as some lap dog. A friend is useful but I wont become the nameless piece of some wretch who wants my loyalty in exchange for scraps." Tristan was about to respond when the first of the Riverlands nobility started to walk up. It seemed their time was finally upon them. "Jakob Frey." The name resulted in much muttering and gossiping that was quickly silenced with stern looks from the guards that were around the room. Now was not the time to spread rumours. Stepping forward proudly Jakob looked the king straight in the eye and then knelt, lowering his gaze, before lifting his head up and speaking. "House Frey, the Twins and the men who live under my protection serve the one true king. We live at your pleasure." With that Jakob bowed his head one more time before returning too his feet. Turning face he walked back to his spot as Tristan went up for his own fealty. As the ceremony continued people were already beggining to spill out, it seemed that the King may not have been naming his hand, especially since the king's favourite. The Stark boy. Had left, Jakob didn't mind. This meant he would have a chance to mingle, there was a number of other lords he wished to meet first and of course a number of very eligible ladies. The Lannister girl had caught his attention however he couldn't see the Lion stooping down for the Twins. Sighing he ffollowed the procession of disappearing gentry and begun to partake in the wine and food that was being shared. Looking around the open space he found himself he was not surprised to see that there was not one of the noble houses present. It seemed he had been directed away from the bigger players. If he was needed he would be called, if not, well sometimes the underdogs were bigger players together than any of the more powerful houses. Deciding that the other Roverlands lords awaited Jakob found Tristan and the two moved through the throng of pomposity.

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

I wouldn't leave just yet...because its free level knowledge on the lore is not very in depth...and anything you dont know you can wiki.

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow. "Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Just dont...i was getting into the RP and then this guy appeared and I just couldnt do it anymore. Nothing made sense.

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move. "Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Yeah, i remember i was in one where someone played a former marine who had ptsd and was armed with machetes and wore a skull over his face. And apparently he was totally realistic, especially when he rode around hunting down bandits with guns he had been allowed to keep and his large supply of petrol for his perfectly restored harley that he had. Oh and for some reason he was a satanist. It was a total face palm moment, though the gm allowed it.