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@Vanellope Yeah I'd love to do that one! Message me about it and we can discuss it in further detail there.

Crisis Mars: Evolution [Super humans on Mars]

@ayzrules That'd be great

Crisis Mars: Evolution [Super humans on Mars]

@ayzrules Oh yeah, sure. That could be fun.

Searching! Original and fandom pairings inside! [MxF] [FxF]

Added a few original plot ideas, am in a 1x1 kind of mood and find myself able to handle one or two RPs.

Crisis Mars: Evolution [Super humans on Mars]

Hey all, I'm still around and interested in this RP. Just been a bit occupied with work IRL, also been trying to figure out a post for Ray. If anyone has any ideas I'd be open to that, esp a collab, perhaps Ray trying to capture a super?

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

Mass Effect: Borealis

I'm going to bow out of this RP. Very busy with work right now and I need to cut back on the amount of RPs I can handle.

Sorry if it inconveniences anyone, good luck with the RP though.

Ｄ Ｕ Ｎ Ｅ Ｓ: ♣ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴏʏ ♣ [[ Hi Cas ]] -- [[ Post Apocalyptic ]]

Solomon Nash

NAME:

Solomon Nash

AGE:

23

GENDER:

Male

APPEARANCE:

Soloman stands 6'2, his frame is very lean, he's barely over 140 pounds which causes him to appear quite skinny. He's not a total twig and has some muscle on him, none of it is from working out but rather strenuous activities such as climbing and loads of walking. He doesn't eat very often, his lifestyle not affording him the luxury of three daily meals, he's just happy to eat everyday.

His eyes are a hazel shade, his dark brown hair trimmed short. He has taken to growing a unkempt beard. His body shows the signs of years of work, cuts on his hands, bruises on his arms, a burn on his chest and a noticeable scar near his left eye. His skin has been tanned by the piercing sunlight. If he were to clean himself up then he might be considered an attractive man, but he doesn't care about that.

Solomon always wears the same outfit, not being able to carry bundles of clothes with him. Over his form he wears what can best be described as sand colored rags, pieces of clothing he has molded into something that shields him from the heat. Underneath that he wears a brown longsleeve shirt, stitched together camouflaged combat pants and worn but sturdy brown boots. On the belt of his pants are compartments which he keeps useful items, he also wears a backpack which contains more items. He also has a strap for his rifle which is often shielded by his rags. His style of clothing is devoted to helping him move quickly and avoid attention.

BIO:

Solomon was born in the wilderness, on the road, both of his parents nomadic merchants that traded for a living. He was an only child, the post apocalyptic world a place that is not ideal to have a big family in, especially when traveling as much as his parents did. His birth brought the two closer together as they now had an even greater reason to strive for better lives.

Even from a very early age Solomon was quiet boy, always cautious of others. Schools weren't exactly a thing so he was instead taught what his parents saw as the 'essentials'. He learned how to lay traps to catch animals, plant seeds to grow food, scavenge resources from the land, the best lessons one could be given if they found themselves stuck in the endless deserts. He still remembers the day his father showed him how to use a rifle, how it was described to him as something you should only use when you absolutely must.

His childhood was relatively simple, he was constantly moving around, from settlement to settlement, strange place to another. His parents were decently successful at what they did, he always had at least one meal a day and they never ran out of water. Things were pretty okay for a while, until an eventful day during Solomon's ninth year when bandits raided his family's caravan. They came out of the sand it seemed, launching from each side in bold and terrifying moves. Explosions rang off around as both of his parents fired shots at the raiders.

Solomon was curled into a ball the entire time, his hands over his ears, tears forming in his eyes from the shear chaos of it all. His mother was killed by the attackers, a bullet to her neck as her husband finished off the bandits before he held her as she bled out in his arms. The event deeply affected Solomon, both he and his father were in tears as they buried her corpse in the sands.

From that point on his father was his only caretaker, he fought on in his life as merchant, Solomon forced to help out more as he grew older. His father died six years after his mother, a sickness ending his life. The now teenager only able to watch as his last remaining family weakened week by week until he collapsed. He buried his father, then sold off or traded away the caravan. He wasn't destined for that type of life, he was too young, too weak.

Solomon wandered around after that, never staying in one place for too long as he just looked for safety from the horrors of the dune filled lands. He took jobs in different places as a scavenger, picking away precious materials from other places then bringing them back for payment, often times food. It was dangerous work, sometimes bringing him into conflict with bandits, though he was quick enough to get away with his life.

He has recently ended up in Eden, the prospect of escaping to a better life where he doesn't have the constantly fight for survival filling him with hope. While not keen of having to go with a group, he trusts they are people like him that just want to reach Angel City and survive.

PERSONALITY:

Solomon is a loner, he has been for as long as he can remember. It's something he's become willingly, too many run ins with bandits and people of ill repute have left him extremely cautious around others. He's only joined the expedition because it's the safest way to Angel City, if it even exists. He's very quiet when he is around others, even in his motions, it seems that his footsteps are silent too. He never speaks first and tries to avoid being the center of attention when in a group. His answers or often 'yes' or 'no' or are very short sentences.

He has not had a lot of positive interaction with others, not being able to recall the last friend he had. He's not unable to make friends, or care for others, he would very much be able to do both of these things. His lifestyle just doesn't allow for it. Most of his conversations have been with merchants who he haggles with. He can speak fine English but does not know how to read, it was not something he was ever taught.

POSSESSIONS:

Soloman's main weapon is a bolt action rifle which is fitted with a 4x magnification scope. It's chambered in .308 caliber and he knows his way around it, he's by no means an ace shot but can hit targets reliably. On his belt he carries a sizable knife which he always keeps sharp. He's often seen clenching a sturdy wooden stick which he walks with. It's also an efficient tool for scavenging and a decent non lethal melee weapon.

Other tools that he carries are a set of medium sized bolt cutters, a metal pot, three feet of sturdy rope, a compass, a band of medical gauze, goggles and a one liter canteen of fresh water. In a couple of his pouches on his belt he keeps food, pieces of fruit and foods which he has scavenged. He also keeps a set of leather gloves in one of his pockets.

SKILLS / TALENTS

• Soloman is a gifted climber and much quicker than he would appear to be. If you turn your back on him then he can get away very easily, often blending into a crowd.
• He's a great tracker and hunter, having spent much time in the wilderness tracking creatures for food. Also knows how to hide his own tracks as well as lay traps.
• A solid shot with his rifle, nothing extraordinary but he is no slouch.
• He has basic medical knowledge, having tended to his own injuries in the past.
• Solomon has lived alone for much of his adult life, he's got solid survival knowledge. Knows how to start a fire, build a shelter, properly heat meats, etc.

OTHER:

Theme song: Iron Maiden - The Nomad

Ｄ Ｕ Ｎ Ｅ Ｓ: ♣ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴏʏ ♣ [[ Hi Cas ]] -- [[ Post Apocalyptic ]]

Solomon Nash

NAME:

Solomon Nash

AGE:

23

GENDER:

Male

APPEARANCE:

Soloman stands 6'2, his frame is very lean, he's barely over 140 pounds which causes him to appear quite skinny. He's not a total twig and has some muscle on him, none of it is from working out but rather strenuous activities such as climbing and loads of walking. He doesn't eat very often, his lifestyle not affording him the luxury of three daily meals, he's just happy to eat everyday.

His eyes are a hazel shade, his dark brown hair trimmed short. He has taken to growing a unkempt beard. His body shows the signs of years of work, cuts on his hands, bruises on his arms, a burn on his chest and a noticeable scar near his left eye. His skin has been tanned by the piercing sunlight. If he were to clean himself up then he might be considered an attractive man, but he doesn't care about that.

Solomon always wears the same outfit, not being able to carry bundles of clothes with him. Over his form he wears what can best be described as sand colored rags, pieces of clothing he has molded into something that shields him from the heat. Underneath that he wears a brown longsleeve shirt, stitched together camouflaged combat pants and worn but sturdy brown boots. On the belt of his pants are compartments which he keeps useful items, he also wears a backpack which contains more items. He also has a strap for his rifle which is often shielded by his rags. His style of clothing is devoted to helping him move quickly and avoid attention.

BIO:

Solomon was born in the wilderness, on the road, both of his parents nomadic merchants that traded for a living. He was an only child, the post apocalyptic world a place that is not ideal to have a big family in, especially when traveling as much as his parents did. His birth brought the two closer together as they now had an even greater reason to strive for better lives.

Even from a very early age Solomon was quiet boy, always cautious of others. Schools weren't exactly a thing so he was instead taught what his parents saw as the 'essentials'. He learned how to lay traps to catch animals, plant seeds to grow food, scavenge resources from the land, the best lessons one could be given if they found themselves stuck in the endless deserts. He still remembers the day his father showed him how to use a rifle, how it was described to him as something you should only use when you absolutely must.

His childhood was relatively simple, he was constantly moving around, from settlement to settlement, strange place to another. His parents were decently successful at what they did, he always had at least one meal a day and they never ran out of water. Things were pretty okay for a while, until an eventful day during Solomon's ninth year when bandits raided his family's caravan. They came out of the sand it seemed, launching from each side in bold and terrifying moves. Explosions rang off around as both of his parents fired shots at the raiders.

Solomon was curled into a ball the entire time, his hands over his ears, tears forming in his eyes from the shear chaos of it all. His mother was killed by the attackers, a bullet to her neck as her husband finished off the bandits before he held her as she bled out in his arms. The event deeply affected Solomon, both he and his father were in tears as they buried her corpse in the sands.

From that point on his father was his only caretaker, he fought on in his life as merchant, Solomon forced to help out more as he grew older. His father died six years after his mother, a sickness ending his life. The now teenager only able to watch as his last remaining family weakened week by week until he collapsed. He buried his father, then sold off or traded away the caravan. He wasn't destined for that type of life, he was too young, too weak.

Solomon wandered around after that, never staying in one place for too long as he just looked for safety from the horrors of the dune filled lands. He took jobs in different places as a scavenger, picking away precious materials from other places then bringing them back for payment, often times food. It was dangerous work, sometimes bringing him into conflict with bandits, though he was quick enough to get away with his life.

He has recently ended up in Eden, the prospect of escaping to a better life where he doesn't have the constantly fight for survival filling him with hope. While not keen of having to go with a group, he trusts they are people like him that just want to reach Angel City and survive.

PERSONALITY:

Solomon is a loner, he has been for as long as he can remember. It's something he's become willingly, too many run ins with bandits and people of ill repute have left him extremely cautious around others. He's only joined the expedition because it's the safest way to Angel City, if it even exists. He's very quiet when he is around others, even in his motions, it seems that his footsteps are silent too. He never speaks first and tries to avoid being the center of attention when in a group. His answers or often 'yes' or 'no' or are very short sentences.

He has not had a lot of positive interaction with others, not being able to recall the last friend he had. He's not unable to make friends, or care for others, he would very much be able to do both of these things. His lifestyle just doesn't allow for it. Most of his conversations have been with merchants who he haggles with. He can speak fine English but does not know how to read, it was not something he was ever taught.

POSSESSIONS:

Soloman's main weapon is a bolt action rifle which is fitted with a 4x magnification scope. It's chambered in .308 caliber and he knows his way around it, he's by no means an ace shot but can hit targets reliably. On his belt he carries a sizable knife which he always keeps sharp. He's often seen clenching a sturdy wooden stick which he walks with. It's also an efficient tool for scavenging and a decent non lethal melee weapon.

Other tools that he carries are a set of medium sized bolt cutters, a metal pot, three feet of sturdy rope, a compass, a band of medical gauze, goggles and a one liter canteen of fresh water. In a couple of his pouches on his belt he keeps food, pieces of fruit and foods which he has scavenged. He also keeps a set of leather gloves in one of his pockets.

SKILLS / TALENTS

• Soloman is a gifted climber and much quicker than he would appear to be. If you turn your back on him then he can get away very easily, often blending into a crowd.
• He's a great tracker and hunter, having spent much time in the wilderness tracking creatures for food. Also knows how to hide his own tracks as well as lay traps.
• A solid shot with his rifle, nothing extraordinary but he is no slouch.
• He has basic medical knowledge, having tended to his own injuries in the past.
• Solomon has lived alone for much of his adult life, he's got solid survival knowledge. Knows how to start a fire, build a shelter, properly heat meats, etc.

OTHER:

Theme song: Iron Maiden - The Nomad