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What's poppin bitch bois, welcome to the fun-zone.
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@Robo27
it was meant to be how my character would act if he were to give like a resume or something but I'll fix it
it was meant to be how my character would act if he were to give like a resume or something but I'll fix it
Name
James "Ved" Carson
Age
23
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heteroflexable
Personality
Tending to be a bit more aggressive side, if known for anything it is his passion. He has a very bad temper, and is the type of person who will sooner punch you in the teeth than ask what you meant.
Appearance
Skills
Street fighting, using common objects as weapons and in general just good old fashioned ass kicking, he has a rather strong love for a pair of fitted brass knuckles, keeping one on at almost all times.
Biography
He was A SHARP, or a Skin Head Against Racial Prejudice, which often lead him to troubles with authorities and people of a bigoted background. He was know to be the most respectful person to punch someones noes in. He was as well, if you gave him a reason to respect you he would, but if you were a racist, bigot, or homophobe, he'd be the first to break a rib or two.
Motive
He intends to survive the Apocalypse, and re-institue civilization but without the evils of Fascism or bigotry.
James "Ved" Carson
Age
23
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heteroflexable
Personality
Tending to be a bit more aggressive side, if known for anything it is his passion. He has a very bad temper, and is the type of person who will sooner punch you in the teeth than ask what you meant.
Appearance
Skills
Street fighting, using common objects as weapons and in general just good old fashioned ass kicking, he has a rather strong love for a pair of fitted brass knuckles, keeping one on at almost all times.
Biography
He was A SHARP, or a Skin Head Against Racial Prejudice, which often lead him to troubles with authorities and people of a bigoted background. He was know to be the most respectful person to punch someones noes in. He was as well, if you gave him a reason to respect you he would, but if you were a racist, bigot, or homophobe, he'd be the first to break a rib or two.
Motive
He intends to survive the Apocalypse, and re-institue civilization but without the evils of Fascism or bigotry.
Ved
He understood, seeing the nod with his keen eyes, and smiled gently. He was nervous if he were to be honest, it had been decades since he had last interacted with humanity, and he was excited as well. He longed for a friend, an aquantance, anything truly. He was lonely, and it was good that he was finally bruning an ancient bridge.
He sat outstreched, with one leg dangling from the roof and the other propped against the ledge and tucked under the hanging leg, his arms resting in his lap. Perhaps this stranger could welcome him to new company, after all, If she sat on him he would become visible to everyone around him.
But maybe he had made a mistake, maybe she knew of the Kapre through legends passed on and perhaps she knew of his precious stone. She could be a great doer of evil, and wish to have the power to crush all who stood in her way. But on the same coin their was a chance she was a lover of the Kapre, and would wish for their numbers to rise again, and wish for a race even better than the ones prior. Larger, stronger, more open to others and less prone to Isolation.
But regardless of his thoughts, he Took a deep puff of purple and blue hinted smoke, and he waited, patiently, his leg swinging lazily.
He understood, seeing the nod with his keen eyes, and smiled gently. He was nervous if he were to be honest, it had been decades since he had last interacted with humanity, and he was excited as well. He longed for a friend, an aquantance, anything truly. He was lonely, and it was good that he was finally bruning an ancient bridge.
He sat outstreched, with one leg dangling from the roof and the other propped against the ledge and tucked under the hanging leg, his arms resting in his lap. Perhaps this stranger could welcome him to new company, after all, If she sat on him he would become visible to everyone around him.
But maybe he had made a mistake, maybe she knew of the Kapre through legends passed on and perhaps she knew of his precious stone. She could be a great doer of evil, and wish to have the power to crush all who stood in her way. But on the same coin their was a chance she was a lover of the Kapre, and would wish for their numbers to rise again, and wish for a race even better than the ones prior. Larger, stronger, more open to others and less prone to Isolation.
But regardless of his thoughts, he Took a deep puff of purple and blue hinted smoke, and he waited, patiently, his leg swinging lazily.
Ved
He leaped from his tree, landing on the soft earth with a loud thump. He had grown large over the years, nearly 13 feet, and well over 900 pounds. He was larger than most Kapre his age, and as Kapre never stopped growing, perhaps he could one day grow enough to blow clouds of smoke that would rain down on mankind. He moved slowly, walking with his cane in one hand and the large pipe in another. Taking a long smoke, he blew out a few puffs of smoke then hooked the pipe in his mouth, biting down on the stem to keep it still.
Today was the day he would sit outside his favorite spot, and listen to the beautiful young women create music. He would of course remain unseen, and would sit across the street on the roof of a short building. His ears were keen, and could easily focus on the sounds of the musical desk.
As he neared the building opposite of the resturant, he simply walked up the side of the building's stone wall, then propped himself on a roof ledge. He sat quietly, listening to the music and watching the people pass. So many faces were white, how white men disgusted him. They had only ever brought him heartache and misery, never any semblance of peace.
He heard the woman speak, and something about the tone of her voice caused him to break a rule that had been in place for over three hundred ears. He made himself visible to her, but her alone.
He leaped from his tree, landing on the soft earth with a loud thump. He had grown large over the years, nearly 13 feet, and well over 900 pounds. He was larger than most Kapre his age, and as Kapre never stopped growing, perhaps he could one day grow enough to blow clouds of smoke that would rain down on mankind. He moved slowly, walking with his cane in one hand and the large pipe in another. Taking a long smoke, he blew out a few puffs of smoke then hooked the pipe in his mouth, biting down on the stem to keep it still.
Today was the day he would sit outside his favorite spot, and listen to the beautiful young women create music. He would of course remain unseen, and would sit across the street on the roof of a short building. His ears were keen, and could easily focus on the sounds of the musical desk.
As he neared the building opposite of the resturant, he simply walked up the side of the building's stone wall, then propped himself on a roof ledge. He sat quietly, listening to the music and watching the people pass. So many faces were white, how white men disgusted him. They had only ever brought him heartache and misery, never any semblance of peace.
He heard the woman speak, and something about the tone of her voice caused him to break a rule that had been in place for over three hundred ears. He made himself visible to her, but her alone.
Ved
He sat high in the trees, his foot hanging lazily as he watched the sun glow on his chest, lifting the end of his pipe to his mouth, he took a long, slow puff of the sweet tobacco. The pipe he had received upon entering adulthood, as well as his linens made of impossibilities. The Kapre age of adulthood was 1500 years, and was celebrated by being given a pipe that would never run out of tobacco, never needed to be relight, and never cracked or burned. Kapres chose their pipe based off of the flavor they produced, and he had chosen one that tasted like the sweet berries human tribes had traded with his family. Kapre and man once got along wonderfully, long before white men came and conquered the lands and cut down trees all in the name of 'God.'
His tribe was once massive, filled with Kapre young and old, as well as humans, ugly and beautiful. From a young age he had taken a fondness to woman, so beautiful and pure in his eyes, so calm and peaceful. They were without the destructive extincts of men, they had never brought growling machines into his home, to cut down his trees. They had never brought poisoned hatchets and killed his beautiful animals, only men had. After white men came, and 'civilized' the native tribes, the Kapre made a vow to avoid humans at all costs. Far too many had been killed by falling trees and unknowing men. Their numbers dwindled in the dozens, spread far and wide across the forests lucky enough to have remained untouched by mankind's greedy fingers.
He never did understand why men still came to attack his forests, there homes were made from stone and their building metal, what use had they for wood? Could plastic or rubber not do the same thing, only without killing his homelands.
His shadow cast upon the road, unseen by any passerby's as he shook his head, vanishing his thoughts of humans, it never did do well to dwell on them, their ways could not be understood. He took another few puffs of his pipe, watching clouds of smoke form that could make storm gods envious. His pipe, clearly, was magic, just as was the small white stone in his satchel. He had recieved the stone from his dying grandfather, who had received it from his, and so on. The wish granting orb was to be kept safe at all times, if caught, he would be forced to grant the wishes of whoever possessed it, no matter how bad they may be.
He sat high in the trees, his foot hanging lazily as he watched the sun glow on his chest, lifting the end of his pipe to his mouth, he took a long, slow puff of the sweet tobacco. The pipe he had received upon entering adulthood, as well as his linens made of impossibilities. The Kapre age of adulthood was 1500 years, and was celebrated by being given a pipe that would never run out of tobacco, never needed to be relight, and never cracked or burned. Kapres chose their pipe based off of the flavor they produced, and he had chosen one that tasted like the sweet berries human tribes had traded with his family. Kapre and man once got along wonderfully, long before white men came and conquered the lands and cut down trees all in the name of 'God.'
His tribe was once massive, filled with Kapre young and old, as well as humans, ugly and beautiful. From a young age he had taken a fondness to woman, so beautiful and pure in his eyes, so calm and peaceful. They were without the destructive extincts of men, they had never brought growling machines into his home, to cut down his trees. They had never brought poisoned hatchets and killed his beautiful animals, only men had. After white men came, and 'civilized' the native tribes, the Kapre made a vow to avoid humans at all costs. Far too many had been killed by falling trees and unknowing men. Their numbers dwindled in the dozens, spread far and wide across the forests lucky enough to have remained untouched by mankind's greedy fingers.
He never did understand why men still came to attack his forests, there homes were made from stone and their building metal, what use had they for wood? Could plastic or rubber not do the same thing, only without killing his homelands.
His shadow cast upon the road, unseen by any passerby's as he shook his head, vanishing his thoughts of humans, it never did do well to dwell on them, their ways could not be understood. He took another few puffs of his pipe, watching clouds of smoke form that could make storm gods envious. His pipe, clearly, was magic, just as was the small white stone in his satchel. He had recieved the stone from his dying grandfather, who had received it from his, and so on. The wish granting orb was to be kept safe at all times, if caught, he would be forced to grant the wishes of whoever possessed it, no matter how bad they may be.
Name
Ved
Age
1800
Gender
Male
Species
Kapre
Appearance
(About 13 feet in height, weighing close to 900 pounds)
Personality
I leave this blank, it creates a better roleplaying experience to learn my personality firsthand.
Powers/Skills
A small white orb, that if caught by someone I can grant a single wish.
Plant Manipulation
Extreme Strength
Smoke from Pipe can be used to cause disorientation/confusion or Euphoria
Ved
Age
1800
Gender
Male
Species
Kapre
Appearance
(About 13 feet in height, weighing close to 900 pounds)
Personality
I leave this blank, it creates a better roleplaying experience to learn my personality firsthand.
Powers/Skills
A small white orb, that if caught by someone I can grant a single wish.
Plant Manipulation
Extreme Strength
Smoke from Pipe can be used to cause disorientation/confusion or Euphoria
Ved
He looked under and around the truck, grimacing silently behind his helmet. Turning to Yuki, he put a hand on her shoulder, and spoke quietly.
"We'll find her."
He promised, more to himself than to her, it wouldn't be the first time he'd lost a team-mate, and it sure as hell wouldn't be his last, but each time he lost someone he lost a bit of himself as well. The first person he ever lost was a twenty three year old named Chris, Chris Dedrick, the boy was a fresh Merc, and Ved had promised the wife that he would come back safe and sound. The woman had to raise her child alone. The boy took a dozen bullets to save a father and his son, a noble death if there is such a thing, but it nearly killed Ved. He grew attached to people he liked rather quickly, and their presence alone was what kept him going, kept him motivated. He wasn't planning on losing another one today, but he said the same thing every time someone went missing. Regardless, he was determined to find her, and in a worst case senario, she'd at least get a proper burial instead of becoming a meal from psychotic mutated beast.
Hearing Amber, he turned on his feet, sprinting silently to the cave, making sure to duck the fish-wire. As he moved, he noticed the tracks, and their odd shape, it didn't make much sense to him until he heard the word Web. Fucking spiders, he thought to himself, he had never really had a problem with them as his mother kept a few as pets, they were all very tame and friendly, one even enjoyed being pet. These ones, were obviously not the type to burrow down and shake their hinds in hope of affection. He slowed down noticeably as he approached the more heavily webbed area, drawing out his rifle and screwing in the silencer. He raised the weapon to shoulder height, training it on anything that moved, then crouched as he neared Amb.
"Get out of here and keep the others safe, if I'm not back by sundown, gather whatever you can and get the hell out of here."
He ordered quietly, with a tone in his voice that wasn't to be argued with. It was just past noon, the sun still high overhead, even if it took a few hours to navigate the cave he would be able to make it back prior to sunset, unless of course he was killed. Being the only one with armor capable of stopping bullets, he was likely to be the safest one in face of giant spider fangs. Even if they did capture him, they wouldn't be able to puncture his exo-suit, which would likely make his death a slow and not so comforting process, but he would be able to survive longer than any of the others.
He looked under and around the truck, grimacing silently behind his helmet. Turning to Yuki, he put a hand on her shoulder, and spoke quietly.
"We'll find her."
He promised, more to himself than to her, it wouldn't be the first time he'd lost a team-mate, and it sure as hell wouldn't be his last, but each time he lost someone he lost a bit of himself as well. The first person he ever lost was a twenty three year old named Chris, Chris Dedrick, the boy was a fresh Merc, and Ved had promised the wife that he would come back safe and sound. The woman had to raise her child alone. The boy took a dozen bullets to save a father and his son, a noble death if there is such a thing, but it nearly killed Ved. He grew attached to people he liked rather quickly, and their presence alone was what kept him going, kept him motivated. He wasn't planning on losing another one today, but he said the same thing every time someone went missing. Regardless, he was determined to find her, and in a worst case senario, she'd at least get a proper burial instead of becoming a meal from psychotic mutated beast.
Hearing Amber, he turned on his feet, sprinting silently to the cave, making sure to duck the fish-wire. As he moved, he noticed the tracks, and their odd shape, it didn't make much sense to him until he heard the word Web. Fucking spiders, he thought to himself, he had never really had a problem with them as his mother kept a few as pets, they were all very tame and friendly, one even enjoyed being pet. These ones, were obviously not the type to burrow down and shake their hinds in hope of affection. He slowed down noticeably as he approached the more heavily webbed area, drawing out his rifle and screwing in the silencer. He raised the weapon to shoulder height, training it on anything that moved, then crouched as he neared Amb.
"Get out of here and keep the others safe, if I'm not back by sundown, gather whatever you can and get the hell out of here."
He ordered quietly, with a tone in his voice that wasn't to be argued with. It was just past noon, the sun still high overhead, even if it took a few hours to navigate the cave he would be able to make it back prior to sunset, unless of course he was killed. Being the only one with armor capable of stopping bullets, he was likely to be the safest one in face of giant spider fangs. Even if they did capture him, they wouldn't be able to puncture his exo-suit, which would likely make his death a slow and not so comforting process, but he would be able to survive longer than any of the others.
@NanoFreakV2
My bad, I'll edit.
My bad, I'll edit.
Ved
He knew a Purge tactic was to manipulate the emotions of those around them, God had given them that capability as people for the sake of communication, and he knew better than any how to get a crowd emotional. He had stood silently between the dual Paladins, listening to his Master's short speech. Murmuring silently into the cons, he prepared himself seeing that Kami's speech was nearing it's end. Upon Kami's final words, him an an Elite squad mobalized, all equipped in state of the art Exo-Armor, the leaped over Kami, sprinting directly into an approaching crowd of Ghouls, and in the sight of God and man, began a rightoues slaughter of the Undead. Each equipped with personalized weapons and impenetrable hermetically sealed armor, the ghouls stood no chance.
His blade flew at lightning speeds, and his powers were burning with a passion, sending a dozen ghouls into pieces with each shot of light. After firing a few dozen shot's he turned to see several purge armored ghouls approaching him, running in a limp sort of stumble towards him. He readied himself, drawing out a second blade and leaped, spinning with his arms outstretched, the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the streets. Upon landing he crouched down, jabbing the calf of one ghoul and the knee of another, forcing them to drop to the ground. He brought his blades up, high above his head, then back down with a ferocious snarl, severing the heads of them both.
After making quick work of the remaining ghouls, armored or not, he switched on his private Comm with Kami, breathing heavily he asked. "Permission to have a few dozen ghouls make it near the civilians master, any news casters would be able to record the Purge slaughtering the beasts, which would do wonders for international support." He knew it was a slight risk, but the civilians were surrounded by armored Purge military, and 40-50 ghouls wouldn't be a problem for them, it would only improve the Relations between Civilians and Purge. It would make Purge appear as even greater hero's than they already were, and there was never such thing as too much good publicity.
@thewizardguy
He knew a Purge tactic was to manipulate the emotions of those around them, God had given them that capability as people for the sake of communication, and he knew better than any how to get a crowd emotional. He had stood silently between the dual Paladins, listening to his Master's short speech. Murmuring silently into the cons, he prepared himself seeing that Kami's speech was nearing it's end. Upon Kami's final words, him an an Elite squad mobalized, all equipped in state of the art Exo-Armor, the leaped over Kami, sprinting directly into an approaching crowd of Ghouls, and in the sight of God and man, began a rightoues slaughter of the Undead. Each equipped with personalized weapons and impenetrable hermetically sealed armor, the ghouls stood no chance.
His blade flew at lightning speeds, and his powers were burning with a passion, sending a dozen ghouls into pieces with each shot of light. After firing a few dozen shot's he turned to see several purge armored ghouls approaching him, running in a limp sort of stumble towards him. He readied himself, drawing out a second blade and leaped, spinning with his arms outstretched, the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the streets. Upon landing he crouched down, jabbing the calf of one ghoul and the knee of another, forcing them to drop to the ground. He brought his blades up, high above his head, then back down with a ferocious snarl, severing the heads of them both.
After making quick work of the remaining ghouls, armored or not, he switched on his private Comm with Kami, breathing heavily he asked. "Permission to have a few dozen ghouls make it near the civilians master, any news casters would be able to record the Purge slaughtering the beasts, which would do wonders for international support." He knew it was a slight risk, but the civilians were surrounded by armored Purge military, and 40-50 ghouls wouldn't be a problem for them, it would only improve the Relations between Civilians and Purge. It would make Purge appear as even greater hero's than they already were, and there was never such thing as too much good publicity.
@thewizardguy
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