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I was born 1994 in Germany, just finished my trainee as as a chemical laborant...So I guess that makes me a Walther Weiss now!
My hobbies stretch far from doing sports, playing video games on my xbox one, playing bass guitar, magic the gathering, reading, larping and guess what? Roleplaying! One could say I am a prototype of a full time nerd and a jock!
So hopefully we can have a wonderfull time together!
I was born 1994 in Germany, just finished my trainee as as a chemical laborant...So I guess that makes me a Walther Weiss now!
My hobbies stretch far from doing sports, playing video games on my xbox one, playing bass guitar, magic the gathering, reading, larping and guess what? Roleplaying! One could say I am a prototype of a full time nerd and a jock!
So hopefully we can have a wonderfull time together!
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Saving a spot for a badass insectoid!
Name: Andrej Kajovick
Race: Human
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Biography: They say at the beginning there was darkness and that god created light, for Andrej it was the same. He was born in the wastes as son of raiders living near a junkyard, the problem here was that the junk laying there was exposing radiation over years, the raiders did not live long enough to fully notice and often blamed their problems on drugs or a bullet sticking somewhere but well Andrej was born blind.
As a blind baby he had few chances to survive in the wastes but then things turned around. It was the enclave. Superior humans who just were on their way to a last keep where they could withstand the brotherhood as well as the NCR and Legion. The junkyard was just on their way and well there is barely an easier way for enlave people than to burn down a small raider camp to refill some food stocks. As they marched through the camp they killed everyone but... Andrej. The leading officer was standing before the fragile child, seeing it´s blind eyes and it´s miserable shape while it´s mother was laying fat and bloated from drugs in the same shack, she decided to give herself an overdose than to die by someone elses hand. The leading officer took the child with him and named him. Maybe the officer was cruel but not as cruel as letting a baby rot in the wastes.
His few other companions did not ask about it and maybe they thought i was because he was getting old and senile but maybe they also feared the reaction of their officer, either way it does not matter anymore.
What changed Andrej´s life happened when they arrived at their destination, it was a small bunker near Jacobs town and down there, was still life, still the old america and so...doctors who could help the blind helpless child.
Even thou the chance was below 4,34% and there even was a 20% chance of dying the leading officer agreed to an opperation to gain this small child eye sight.
The opperation was a sucess and what Andrej saw first...was nothing more or less than the face of god.....the flag of america and so the symbol of the old world, the enclave.
Andrej grew up in the enclave and so sadly saw only their dying remnants to prevent that he specialised himself in medicine, also to inventigate what saved as he was young.
Here he wasn´t as capable to fully understand what they tried to teach him but he made progress, what therefor was more noteable was his understanding of chemistry.
Bad tounges were claiming this on his "raider" genes but his knowledge quickly surpassed the creation of drugs, he specialised himself on steriouds, chemical weapons and body enchanters, even new medicines got created by suprised scientist of the enclave.
Things still went down hill and Andrej grew more and more unsettling with the enclave, the people here were getting old and sticked to much to their rules and so, one day he left, not in bad blood but rather with the praise of his adoptive father.
Again Andrej saw the face of god as he stepped into the bright light of enclave. Many years he travelled through the wasteland, metting many fractions and gathered knowledge about many things but most mentionable about his journey was the short meeting with a courier.
He partly joined the follower of the apocalypse to spread his knowledge about medicine and chemistry.
It was a dark stormy night and a sand storm was keeping Andrej and his companion from getting any further so they seeked shelter in a near cave. The cave seemed empty and so they lit a camp fire.
Both decided to rest and Andrej quickly fell asleep, it was then as shots torn him out of dreams. He opened his eyes and just saw his companion being torn into shreds by some mutated animal, claiming this thing a deathclaw woudn´t be that far off but it was smaller, quicker and crueler.
Andrej was about to die but flee deeper into the cave, he set some explosives and so nearly burried him and the creature.
He was now trapped in the cave untill....suddenly light bursted in and he saw the flag of the old world, being worn by a strange man...the courier 6.
He was saved by that man and promised to return that debt one day.
Today Andrej retreaded with the follower´s further into NCR territority.
Specialization: Knowledge about medicine and chemcials, he´s moderate with shooting and melee and more over trained with energy weapons, he is still more the pacifist.
He´s also good with explosives.
other: ( any other details you wish to included)
Weapon list: Combat knife
Plasma-rifle (60shots)
3x poison grenade
Laser-pitol (30shots)
3x phosphor grenade
Race: Human
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Biography: They say at the beginning there was darkness and that god created light, for Andrej it was the same. He was born in the wastes as son of raiders living near a junkyard, the problem here was that the junk laying there was exposing radiation over years, the raiders did not live long enough to fully notice and often blamed their problems on drugs or a bullet sticking somewhere but well Andrej was born blind.
As a blind baby he had few chances to survive in the wastes but then things turned around. It was the enclave. Superior humans who just were on their way to a last keep where they could withstand the brotherhood as well as the NCR and Legion. The junkyard was just on their way and well there is barely an easier way for enlave people than to burn down a small raider camp to refill some food stocks. As they marched through the camp they killed everyone but... Andrej. The leading officer was standing before the fragile child, seeing it´s blind eyes and it´s miserable shape while it´s mother was laying fat and bloated from drugs in the same shack, she decided to give herself an overdose than to die by someone elses hand. The leading officer took the child with him and named him. Maybe the officer was cruel but not as cruel as letting a baby rot in the wastes.
His few other companions did not ask about it and maybe they thought i was because he was getting old and senile but maybe they also feared the reaction of their officer, either way it does not matter anymore.
What changed Andrej´s life happened when they arrived at their destination, it was a small bunker near Jacobs town and down there, was still life, still the old america and so...doctors who could help the blind helpless child.
Even thou the chance was below 4,34% and there even was a 20% chance of dying the leading officer agreed to an opperation to gain this small child eye sight.
The opperation was a sucess and what Andrej saw first...was nothing more or less than the face of god.....the flag of america and so the symbol of the old world, the enclave.
Andrej grew up in the enclave and so sadly saw only their dying remnants to prevent that he specialised himself in medicine, also to inventigate what saved as he was young.
Here he wasn´t as capable to fully understand what they tried to teach him but he made progress, what therefor was more noteable was his understanding of chemistry.
Bad tounges were claiming this on his "raider" genes but his knowledge quickly surpassed the creation of drugs, he specialised himself on steriouds, chemical weapons and body enchanters, even new medicines got created by suprised scientist of the enclave.
Things still went down hill and Andrej grew more and more unsettling with the enclave, the people here were getting old and sticked to much to their rules and so, one day he left, not in bad blood but rather with the praise of his adoptive father.
Again Andrej saw the face of god as he stepped into the bright light of enclave. Many years he travelled through the wasteland, metting many fractions and gathered knowledge about many things but most mentionable about his journey was the short meeting with a courier.
He partly joined the follower of the apocalypse to spread his knowledge about medicine and chemistry.
It was a dark stormy night and a sand storm was keeping Andrej and his companion from getting any further so they seeked shelter in a near cave. The cave seemed empty and so they lit a camp fire.
Both decided to rest and Andrej quickly fell asleep, it was then as shots torn him out of dreams. He opened his eyes and just saw his companion being torn into shreds by some mutated animal, claiming this thing a deathclaw woudn´t be that far off but it was smaller, quicker and crueler.
Andrej was about to die but flee deeper into the cave, he set some explosives and so nearly burried him and the creature.
He was now trapped in the cave untill....suddenly light bursted in and he saw the flag of the old world, being worn by a strange man...the courier 6.
He was saved by that man and promised to return that debt one day.
Today Andrej retreaded with the follower´s further into NCR territority.
Specialization: Knowledge about medicine and chemcials, he´s moderate with shooting and melee and more over trained with energy weapons, he is still more the pacifist.
He´s also good with explosives.
other: ( any other details you wish to included)
Weapon list: Combat knife
Plasma-rifle (60shots)
3x poison grenade
Laser-pitol (30shots)
3x phosphor grenade
if there´s still room, i am willingly to create a cs ^^ in about on houre or so XD
Way TOO many magic wielders in my opinion.... I feel way to lonely
"Adventurers wanted! The Crown in need of heroes! Calling all brave souls to the City of Light! Big rewards!” Those words were read loudly and echoed faintly through a silent pine wood.
A sudden ray of sun light was shining the scenary where those words came from and also were a sign for a soon coming night as the ray were carrying an orange golden shine with them.
The ray enlightened a clearing in the woods and painted the normal dark green ground in a fire like red, here and there black poodles absorbed nearly every ray. Thoose poodles had their origins from dead humans, atleast 5 laying all over the clearing, some their weapons still unsheated.
On one of the bodies sat a short figure, resting his right arm on a short axe sticking in the dead human's back and a leather coat hanged over the shaft of the axe.
The short figure held a poster in his left, it just fumbled it put of the dead's pocket below him and now folded it and put it into his own.
" Oi I bet ya wanted t'head there" said the figure, it's deep and grumpy voice muffeld from a golden beard and a thick cigar in his mouth.
"Phhh'akkk yhh'ou, dwwwam dwarphhh" Thia time the voice came from another figure, this one was tied to a tree close to the short figure and it's corpse seat.
" So thee big dick is awake?" The dwarf stood up, the rays reflecting from a golden breast plate the small figure would wear. Slowly it walked to the tied up figure which was coverd in it's own blood.
"Ya thought ya sniffed some sweet pussy aight? So ya gathered ya shrimpy balls and went for it" The dwarf reached the tied human and bashed his right hand into his ribs, a loud 'Crack' was prove enough of atleast one broken rib and if one would consider the trunk like, hair covered arms of the dwarf it was no wonder.
"Aye but shit happens, T'his was no pussy mate, this was a cock killing maniac and without balls, a cock is nothing" The dwarf grinned and with a gesture he showed the tied up man all his dead mans. "So never underrestimate a dwarf" And before the man could raise for an answer the dwarf hit him again and again and again, the bizeps thickly swollen so that each impact would end in a most powerfull hit.
After houres and after the sun had set for quiet a time, the dwarf put on his cloack again, he savaged the remaining coins of the corpses and continued his way to the city of light, if there would be more idiots like those ones he had good cards in making some quick money, such an opportunity would be rare, he hoped for glam farming knights and nobles searching for adventures, those would be easy and if not, there are enough nameless nobodies no one would miss.
This was 3 days ago and now the dwarf was sorouned by humans and weird fragile buildings. It was loud, it smelled and too many people gave him a strange look. City of light....as if!!! City of smell, city of crap, city of smooth-skins, city of soon-to-be-dead....that how this place should be called. The dwarf spat out, trying to get rid of the bad taste this city gave him.
With big steps he made his way through the city, his nose leading his way and so getting him to the market district. What he smelled here faintly reminded him of home, goods of everywhere,mostly low Quality, were offered and praised. It was then that the dwarf found himself in a forgery, the home of a smith.
As the dwarf's eyes accustomed to the light inside the forgery, he saw a young female looking human being the smith...
"Oi ya only slacking off? Ya have a customer here" He proclaimed loudly, his eyes not being fixed on her but on the expensive weapon on the desk, it needed to be sharpened a tad better, meaning that this was hood for "human standards" but the rest was of suprisingly good quality.
" I need some sharpening, 10 short crossbow bolts with cut feathers and t'is to sell?" he pounds on the luxuary sword on the counter.
"Money does not matter" he said and placed a more than big pouch of coins on the counter.
"Would be for ya own sake" he hinted, probably meaning the somewhat run down etablisment of the forgery.
A sudden ray of sun light was shining the scenary where those words came from and also were a sign for a soon coming night as the ray were carrying an orange golden shine with them.
The ray enlightened a clearing in the woods and painted the normal dark green ground in a fire like red, here and there black poodles absorbed nearly every ray. Thoose poodles had their origins from dead humans, atleast 5 laying all over the clearing, some their weapons still unsheated.
On one of the bodies sat a short figure, resting his right arm on a short axe sticking in the dead human's back and a leather coat hanged over the shaft of the axe.
The short figure held a poster in his left, it just fumbled it put of the dead's pocket below him and now folded it and put it into his own.
" Oi I bet ya wanted t'head there" said the figure, it's deep and grumpy voice muffeld from a golden beard and a thick cigar in his mouth.
"Phhh'akkk yhh'ou, dwwwam dwarphhh" Thia time the voice came from another figure, this one was tied to a tree close to the short figure and it's corpse seat.
" So thee big dick is awake?" The dwarf stood up, the rays reflecting from a golden breast plate the small figure would wear. Slowly it walked to the tied up figure which was coverd in it's own blood.
"Ya thought ya sniffed some sweet pussy aight? So ya gathered ya shrimpy balls and went for it" The dwarf reached the tied human and bashed his right hand into his ribs, a loud 'Crack' was prove enough of atleast one broken rib and if one would consider the trunk like, hair covered arms of the dwarf it was no wonder.
"Aye but shit happens, T'his was no pussy mate, this was a cock killing maniac and without balls, a cock is nothing" The dwarf grinned and with a gesture he showed the tied up man all his dead mans. "So never underrestimate a dwarf" And before the man could raise for an answer the dwarf hit him again and again and again, the bizeps thickly swollen so that each impact would end in a most powerfull hit.
After houres and after the sun had set for quiet a time, the dwarf put on his cloack again, he savaged the remaining coins of the corpses and continued his way to the city of light, if there would be more idiots like those ones he had good cards in making some quick money, such an opportunity would be rare, he hoped for glam farming knights and nobles searching for adventures, those would be easy and if not, there are enough nameless nobodies no one would miss.
This was 3 days ago and now the dwarf was sorouned by humans and weird fragile buildings. It was loud, it smelled and too many people gave him a strange look. City of light....as if!!! City of smell, city of crap, city of smooth-skins, city of soon-to-be-dead....that how this place should be called. The dwarf spat out, trying to get rid of the bad taste this city gave him.
With big steps he made his way through the city, his nose leading his way and so getting him to the market district. What he smelled here faintly reminded him of home, goods of everywhere,mostly low Quality, were offered and praised. It was then that the dwarf found himself in a forgery, the home of a smith.
As the dwarf's eyes accustomed to the light inside the forgery, he saw a young female looking human being the smith...
"Oi ya only slacking off? Ya have a customer here" He proclaimed loudly, his eyes not being fixed on her but on the expensive weapon on the desk, it needed to be sharpened a tad better, meaning that this was hood for "human standards" but the rest was of suprisingly good quality.
" I need some sharpening, 10 short crossbow bolts with cut feathers and t'is to sell?" he pounds on the luxuary sword on the counter.
"Money does not matter" he said and placed a more than big pouch of coins on the counter.
"Would be for ya own sake" he hinted, probably meaning the somewhat run down etablisment of the forgery.
Hah so it's mostly ineffective in close combat! Hah oh well~ Guess my dwarf would have enough encounter in his life with magi and that he would know how to keep them in chek~
<----- Only one without Magic T-T
I wonder~ how is magic casted? By tomes? Spells? Hand signs ? Or can it simply be used by thinking of it?
Then also what would happen if someone is unsure about the spell or can not concentrate? Would the spell crumble? Or would it work flawlessly?
I wonder~ how is magic casted? By tomes? Spells? Hand signs ? Or can it simply be used by thinking of it?
Then also what would happen if someone is unsure about the spell or can not concentrate? Would the spell crumble? Or would it work flawlessly?
I hope his heritage is questionable enough
Name/Aliases: Duran Goldenfeuer
Sex: Male
Race: Dwarf
Age: 86
Appearance:
Personality: Duran is loud and cheerfull on the first view, he seems to be the living cliche of an dwarf unless you do give a closer look and just don´t put him in the same pouch like every other dwarf. Duran is very cunning and far sighted, it does sometimes seem that he acts out of sheer greed and pure emotions but cold hearted as he is he already went through many options and possibilities which could occur. Acting and traveling with him is not very tricky or dangerous as long as you think he´s your ordinary dwarf otherwise it could happen that you would wake up with dagger pressed on your throat and a smiling face pressed into yours asking very politely for all your habbits or your life.
When you would get on his friendly side it might even be that he would reveal his true self to you which then does not mean that he would not rip you off or backstab you when he has the chance to, he then just do not want hard feelings since that the thing he does and so you should be aware of it before hand.
History: Less is known about Duran and if you would ask a dwarf about him, strange looks would be your answer with the question if Duran was even a dwarfish name, if mentioning the name "Goldenfeuer" there are two options how another dwarf would react, either knocking you out or telling you a story. The story which you would hear would be simple and tragic. It´s the story of a noble dwarfish family of the merchant caste, it would be one of the richest and one with a lot of influence inside the dwarfish society. A long time ago the caste tried to step up to the king, seemingly accusing him to have stolen the throne with demon´s help and so not worthy of being called a king. The whole clan of Goldenfeuer started a revolt, gathering miners, warriors and all kinds of dwarfs to rise against the king. This revolt was ended quickly as every member of this family was found slaughtered but the youngest son.
Soon he also went missing, his name being lost in rumors and time.
Optional Information
Equipment:
- a reinforced golden breast plate, a nearly forgotten artifact of the Goldenfeuer~ The shimmer is calling forth greed~
- a long, heavy leather mantle, covering Duran from shoulder to feet. It contains silver ornaments to even increase the weight of the mantle, making it usefull in combat to trap swords but gives little to no protection but a shoulder plate on his left.
- A arm-guard on his left made out of a silver steel alloy, making it hard and worthy.
-A complex small crossbow device on his right arm, it can loud up to five bolts in a row which can be fired rather quickly and they even have a slightly greater force than a normal crossbow. This device is clearly made by dwarfs but who would create such a thing? Firearms are rather uncommon for dwarfs and when used they are big and mostly explode.
-A small dwarf-axe more commonly used for throwing but still most effective in close combat.
- Several throwing knives made by dwarfs and their alloys, really sharp and heavy. Which dwarf would make those? Knives....for throwing?
-Heavy leather boots.
-Heavy leather trousers.
-Google´s with heat resistance and darkened glasses, good for projecting eyes against the harsh sun rays (hey dwarfs life underground)
-Bag-pack filled with lots of materials and items. It includes a rare book about magic, some minor dwarf weapons like a short sword, an axe and a mining bomb. A box full of cigars, an expensive bottle of elvish wine and lots and lots of dwarfish beer.
-A small pouch filled with coins on his leather trousers.
Marital Status: Single
Magic: None, niet, Nada, Nein, Nichts, non pico magico
Skills:
-Bartering
-Talking
-Sneaking
- Lock-picking
- eagle like eye sight
- sturdiness
- dangerous witness
Sex: Male
Race: Dwarf
Age: 86
Appearance:
Personality: Duran is loud and cheerfull on the first view, he seems to be the living cliche of an dwarf unless you do give a closer look and just don´t put him in the same pouch like every other dwarf. Duran is very cunning and far sighted, it does sometimes seem that he acts out of sheer greed and pure emotions but cold hearted as he is he already went through many options and possibilities which could occur. Acting and traveling with him is not very tricky or dangerous as long as you think he´s your ordinary dwarf otherwise it could happen that you would wake up with dagger pressed on your throat and a smiling face pressed into yours asking very politely for all your habbits or your life.
When you would get on his friendly side it might even be that he would reveal his true self to you which then does not mean that he would not rip you off or backstab you when he has the chance to, he then just do not want hard feelings since that the thing he does and so you should be aware of it before hand.
History: Less is known about Duran and if you would ask a dwarf about him, strange looks would be your answer with the question if Duran was even a dwarfish name, if mentioning the name "Goldenfeuer" there are two options how another dwarf would react, either knocking you out or telling you a story. The story which you would hear would be simple and tragic. It´s the story of a noble dwarfish family of the merchant caste, it would be one of the richest and one with a lot of influence inside the dwarfish society. A long time ago the caste tried to step up to the king, seemingly accusing him to have stolen the throne with demon´s help and so not worthy of being called a king. The whole clan of Goldenfeuer started a revolt, gathering miners, warriors and all kinds of dwarfs to rise against the king. This revolt was ended quickly as every member of this family was found slaughtered but the youngest son.
Soon he also went missing, his name being lost in rumors and time.
Optional Information
Equipment:
- a reinforced golden breast plate, a nearly forgotten artifact of the Goldenfeuer~ The shimmer is calling forth greed~
- a long, heavy leather mantle, covering Duran from shoulder to feet. It contains silver ornaments to even increase the weight of the mantle, making it usefull in combat to trap swords but gives little to no protection but a shoulder plate on his left.
- A arm-guard on his left made out of a silver steel alloy, making it hard and worthy.
-A complex small crossbow device on his right arm, it can loud up to five bolts in a row which can be fired rather quickly and they even have a slightly greater force than a normal crossbow. This device is clearly made by dwarfs but who would create such a thing? Firearms are rather uncommon for dwarfs and when used they are big and mostly explode.
-A small dwarf-axe more commonly used for throwing but still most effective in close combat.
- Several throwing knives made by dwarfs and their alloys, really sharp and heavy. Which dwarf would make those? Knives....for throwing?
-Heavy leather boots.
-Heavy leather trousers.
-Google´s with heat resistance and darkened glasses, good for projecting eyes against the harsh sun rays (hey dwarfs life underground)
-Bag-pack filled with lots of materials and items. It includes a rare book about magic, some minor dwarf weapons like a short sword, an axe and a mining bomb. A box full of cigars, an expensive bottle of elvish wine and lots and lots of dwarfish beer.
-A small pouch filled with coins on his leather trousers.
Marital Status: Single
Magic: None, niet, Nada, Nein, Nichts, non pico magico
Skills:
-Bartering
-Talking
-Sneaking
- Lock-picking
- eagle like eye sight
- sturdiness
- dangerous witness
Chek!
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