@The One well he cant be harmed by dark magic due to the fallen angel that follows him around but i wouldnt consider that a power. i will add it to "other."
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1) Worldbuilder/storyteller
2) Empath
3) Hebrew
4) INFP
5) Walmart inventory associate
6) RP Veteran
7) Actual Military Veteran
8) Thread-killer
Things you should keep in mind about my RP...
1) If you need me to post, PM me. My memory is awful.
2) No matter how much I may love the source material, I will not join an RP if the Interest Check, IC, or OOC has too many posts. I am not reading all of that. If you want me to join, PM me a summary.
3) I won't even read source material in the Interest Check or OOC sections if the IP is, like, super convoluted, long, or snobbishly formatted. Keep that shit IC. Give me clear and concise posts or I'm gone. I dont have all day to sort through your five different fonts and your 17 paragraphs of setup.
2) Empath
3) Hebrew
4) INFP
5) Walmart inventory associate
6) RP Veteran
7) Actual Military Veteran
8) Thread-killer
Things you should keep in mind about my RP...
1) If you need me to post, PM me. My memory is awful.
2) No matter how much I may love the source material, I will not join an RP if the Interest Check, IC, or OOC has too many posts. I am not reading all of that. If you want me to join, PM me a summary.
3) I won't even read source material in the Interest Check or OOC sections if the IP is, like, super convoluted, long, or snobbishly formatted. Keep that shit IC. Give me clear and concise posts or I'm gone. I dont have all day to sort through your five different fonts and your 17 paragraphs of setup.
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Appearance: <--- avatar
Name: D'ren
Alias: Space Lord
Theme Song:
Race: Human
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Job: Gunner
Personality: Psychotic, anarchistic, sociopathic, perceptive, arrogant, sarcastic.
short bio: Ran his own pirate crew for a few years, which turned into a small black market empire spanning half a dozen sectors of space and a couple inhabited planets, where he was known as the Space Lord; and then he was caught and put in prison; escaped and joined this crew, but has a bounty hunter tracking him. An engineering "accident" claimed his family's life aboard their freighter when he was a teen.
Name: D'ren
Alias: Space Lord
Theme Song:
Race: Human
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Job: Gunner
Personality: Psychotic, anarchistic, sociopathic, perceptive, arrogant, sarcastic.
short bio: Ran his own pirate crew for a few years, which turned into a small black market empire spanning half a dozen sectors of space and a couple inhabited planets, where he was known as the Space Lord; and then he was caught and put in prison; escaped and joined this crew, but has a bounty hunter tracking him. An engineering "accident" claimed his family's life aboard their freighter when he was a teen.
i hope my post is ok. i intentionally made it ambiguous and didnt mention anyone because i dont want to read the entire IC
A bearded 33-year-old man with long dark hair in a sports jacket and tie sauntered lazily into the bar, followed by a petite teenage girl with pointed ears and a skin-tone that looked almost pink; she wore a knee-length black skirt and dark blue long-sleeved blouse. He stood just inside the main entrance and looked around, obviously not to keen on being there. He rolled his eyes and half-turned to his companion, arms crossed over his chest.
Before he could verbally express his disappointment, the shorter female said, "You never know, you might enjoy it here."
"Stop it," he retorted. He then glared upwards. "You stop it."
The girl smirked as she looked to him. "Levi, loosen up. You're supposed to be on vacation."
Levi turned to speak to her as she headed for the bar. He closed his mouth and sighed, and then followed her, not removing his stubbornly crossed arms. "I don't like anything you just said," he grumbled miserably. Then he muttered under his breath, "You pointy-eared pink skank."
She turned on her heel, angry. "Hey!"
Levi slowly walked up to her. He sighed. "Sorry, Yylya (pronounced Yi-lie-ah). How am I supposed to be on vacation when nothing I do matters?"
"That's why we came here," she replied, more softly. "Yes, the Author controls you and I, but not the others here. Other authors control them. So you can actually interact with people -" A hulking blob of an entity moved behind her, causing her to pause and clear her throat. "- sentient beings, without feeling like you're talking to yourself or like you have no purpose."
Levi nodded slowly, finally unfolding his arms and scratching his head. "Alright," he relented.
They headed for the bar.
Before he could verbally express his disappointment, the shorter female said, "You never know, you might enjoy it here."
"Stop it," he retorted. He then glared upwards. "You stop it."
The girl smirked as she looked to him. "Levi, loosen up. You're supposed to be on vacation."
Levi turned to speak to her as she headed for the bar. He closed his mouth and sighed, and then followed her, not removing his stubbornly crossed arms. "I don't like anything you just said," he grumbled miserably. Then he muttered under his breath, "You pointy-eared pink skank."
She turned on her heel, angry. "Hey!"
Levi slowly walked up to her. He sighed. "Sorry, Yylya (pronounced Yi-lie-ah). How am I supposed to be on vacation when nothing I do matters?"
"That's why we came here," she replied, more softly. "Yes, the Author controls you and I, but not the others here. Other authors control them. So you can actually interact with people -" A hulking blob of an entity moved behind her, causing her to pause and clear her throat. "- sentient beings, without feeling like you're talking to yourself or like you have no purpose."
Levi nodded slowly, finally unfolding his arms and scratching his head. "Alright," he relented.
They headed for the bar.
Name: Levi McLeod
Species: Human
Age: 33
Appearance:
Personality: INFP. (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceptive)
History: Levi McLeod was in the military for 6 years after high school; afterwards, he became a security guard for a local bank. On his off time he was obsessed with worldbuilding and character development. He wrote 12 novels, created 6 youtube series, and designed 4 tabletop RPGs. After having a mental breakdown because he found out he was a fictional character, created by someone called "The WorldWeaver," Levi found himself in an asylum. However, he was once again visited by the WorldWeaver's messenger, an Author's Ambassador, who took him on another metaphysical journey.
How did you get here?: Author's Ambassador Yylya brought him.
Brief description of the world your character came from: The year is 2022, and the United North America (US, Mexico, Canada) is a dystopia created by greedy politicians and corrupt corporations. However, without a doubt, the biggest travesty is that all cars look the same, with only the colors gray, black, white, and dark blue to choose from.
Species: Human
Age: 33
Appearance:
Personality: INFP. (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceptive)
History: Levi McLeod was in the military for 6 years after high school; afterwards, he became a security guard for a local bank. On his off time he was obsessed with worldbuilding and character development. He wrote 12 novels, created 6 youtube series, and designed 4 tabletop RPGs. After having a mental breakdown because he found out he was a fictional character, created by someone called "The WorldWeaver," Levi found himself in an asylum. However, he was once again visited by the WorldWeaver's messenger, an Author's Ambassador, who took him on another metaphysical journey.
How did you get here?: Author's Ambassador Yylya brought him.
Brief description of the world your character came from: The year is 2022, and the United North America (US, Mexico, Canada) is a dystopia created by greedy politicians and corrupt corporations. However, without a doubt, the biggest travesty is that all cars look the same, with only the colors gray, black, white, and dark blue to choose from.
Appearance: <--- avatar
Name: D'ren
Alias: Space Lord
Race: Human
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Job: Gunner
Personality: Psychotic, anarchistic, sociopathic, perceptive, arrogant, sarcastic.
short bio: Ran his own pirate crew for a few years, and then was caught and put in prison; escaped and joined this crew, but has a bounty hunter tracking him. An engineering "accident" claimed his family's life aboard their freighter when he was a teen.
Name: D'ren
Alias: Space Lord
Race: Human
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Job: Gunner
Personality: Psychotic, anarchistic, sociopathic, perceptive, arrogant, sarcastic.
short bio: Ran his own pirate crew for a few years, and then was caught and put in prison; escaped and joined this crew, but has a bounty hunter tracking him. An engineering "accident" claimed his family's life aboard their freighter when he was a teen.
im gonna go ahead and officially drop out for pretty much exactly the same reason Gunther is: im in too many RPs and i have a book and a script to write.
"What are your orders, Sir?"
The words seemed to linger there in the air between the two men for a few seconds. "Deploy the squad shuttle," was Captain McDonnell's order. He glanced over to the crewman: "And tell them they have Coalition authority. This is our mission, our jurisdiction. If the cops wanna help, fine. But they don't answer to the police."
Bureaucracy. It was everywhere. It was stifling, smothering, suffocating. If he was to be honest with himself, which he tried as much as possible not to be, he really couldn't care less about the artifact itself. He just didn't want another war to have to deal with. Even if the Coalition stayed out of it, which they wouldn't, it would still affect him and everyone else in the galaxy. In space, wars are big.
All for a Holy Cheese Sandwich.
Elijah rubbed his temple, staring at a monitor blankly. He should probably see the ship's counselor. Did they even have one? Their last counselor got sick and had to be hospitalized, but she'd been gone ever since the captain got the command. It's just as well, he thought. He already knows his lack of sleep is due to stress, both professional and personal.
He reclined back in his comfy chair and closed his eyes, awaiting the visuals of the drop shuttle soaring down toward the Earth.
The words seemed to linger there in the air between the two men for a few seconds. "Deploy the squad shuttle," was Captain McDonnell's order. He glanced over to the crewman: "And tell them they have Coalition authority. This is our mission, our jurisdiction. If the cops wanna help, fine. But they don't answer to the police."
Bureaucracy. It was everywhere. It was stifling, smothering, suffocating. If he was to be honest with himself, which he tried as much as possible not to be, he really couldn't care less about the artifact itself. He just didn't want another war to have to deal with. Even if the Coalition stayed out of it, which they wouldn't, it would still affect him and everyone else in the galaxy. In space, wars are big.
All for a Holy Cheese Sandwich.
Elijah rubbed his temple, staring at a monitor blankly. He should probably see the ship's counselor. Did they even have one? Their last counselor got sick and had to be hospitalized, but she'd been gone ever since the captain got the command. It's just as well, he thought. He already knows his lack of sleep is due to stress, both professional and personal.
He reclined back in his comfy chair and closed his eyes, awaiting the visuals of the drop shuttle soaring down toward the Earth.
Cs
Name: D'ren
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species: Human
Appearance: <--- avatar
Personality: Think Irish punk rocker meets demonic warlord. Very arrogant, cruel, and wrathful, as he's a borderline sociopath. However, his drive for approval and recognition causes him to fight the same kind of villains he used to be.
Bio: [Abridged version] Lost his family when he was a teen; unbeknownst to him, became stalked by a fallen angel which will forever influence him; became a hell-lord's apprentice; took the third throne of the hell realm beside his hell-lord mentor, becoming the first and only mortal ruler of a hell realm; conquered many worlds and civilizations; enslaved many species, one of which issued him his infamous nickname (The Infamous) and facial scar; a slave uprising caused his exile; returned with a vengeance and way more powers/armies to retake his throne; banished his hell-lord mentor; caused a civil war in hell (he and Hades VS Baal, Anubis, Moloch, and Lucifer; Hel remained neutral); won said civil war; ruled all of hell except Baal's realm; was betrayed by those closest to him and left the realm as it crumbled into nothing; met and fought his good doppelganger from another reality; joined said doppelganger's gang when he fell in love and a bigger baddy threatened to destroy everything; had a baby with his wife and sent said baby to live in another dimension where time moves faster; continues to fight evil, reluctantly, with his double's group of reality defenders; helps heaven in a war with hell; is reunited with his now-teen punk daughter; wife and daughter killed by Moloch; goes to hell to kill Moloch, Anubis, Baal...; turns evil and gets thrown into inescapable prison called NightScape, in the Abyss of hell; escapes; for once and for all, kills Baal and retakes his throne in hell, only answering to Lucifer... (Slashed stuff is in the future, when he's older)
Power: N/A (had almost 90 in hell...)
Likes: Fighting, sex, food, Ireland, killing, rock music, muscle cars, weapons, general hedonism.
Dislikes: Dying (did it twice so far), losing, defiant underlings, his clone, cowards, liars, ignorance, demons and their lords, angels and their lords, humans and their lords...
Family: Celeste (daughter), Arien (wife), brothers missing, presumed dead.
Friends: N/A
Sentimental Attachment: Sora Lynn (angelic mistress in hell); Arien and Celeste; his clothes and weapons.
Weapon: The Osiris Dagger (kills anything, like Ruby's knife in SPN), Colt .45 1911 handgun(s), scimitar
Other: Due to his fallen angel stalker, D'ren cannot be harmed (and rarely affected) by dark supernatural magic and otherworldly powers; this helps him defeat super-powered gods.
Pet Name: None yet [taking applications ;) ]
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Name: D'ren
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Species: Human
Appearance: <--- avatar
Personality: Think Irish punk rocker meets demonic warlord. Very arrogant, cruel, and wrathful, as he's a borderline sociopath. However, his drive for approval and recognition causes him to fight the same kind of villains he used to be.
Bio: [Abridged version] Lost his family when he was a teen; unbeknownst to him, became stalked by a fallen angel which will forever influence him; became a hell-lord's apprentice; took the third throne of the hell realm beside his hell-lord mentor, becoming the first and only mortal ruler of a hell realm; conquered many worlds and civilizations; enslaved many species, one of which issued him his infamous nickname (The Infamous) and facial scar; a slave uprising caused his exile; returned with a vengeance and way more powers/armies to retake his throne; banished his hell-lord mentor; caused a civil war in hell (he and Hades VS Baal, Anubis, Moloch, and Lucifer; Hel remained neutral); won said civil war; ruled all of hell except Baal's realm; was betrayed by those closest to him and left the realm as it crumbled into nothing; met and fought his good doppelganger from another reality; joined said doppelganger's gang when he fell in love and a bigger baddy threatened to destroy everything; had a baby with his wife and sent said baby to live in another dimension where time moves faster; continues to fight evil, reluctantly, with his double's group of reality defenders; helps heaven in a war with hell; is reunited with his now-teen punk daughter; wife and daughter killed by Moloch; goes to hell to kill Moloch, Anubis, Baal...; turns evil and gets thrown into inescapable prison called NightScape, in the Abyss of hell; escapes; for once and for all, kills Baal and retakes his throne in hell, only answering to Lucifer... (Slashed stuff is in the future, when he's older)
Power: N/A (had almost 90 in hell...)
Likes: Fighting, sex, food, Ireland, killing, rock music, muscle cars, weapons, general hedonism.
Dislikes: Dying (did it twice so far), losing, defiant underlings, his clone, cowards, liars, ignorance, demons and their lords, angels and their lords, humans and their lords...
Family: Celeste (daughter), Arien (wife), brothers missing, presumed dead.
Friends: N/A
Sentimental Attachment: Sora Lynn (angelic mistress in hell); Arien and Celeste; his clothes and weapons.
Weapon: The Osiris Dagger (kills anything, like Ruby's knife in SPN), Colt .45 1911 handgun(s), scimitar
Other: Due to his fallen angel stalker, D'ren cannot be harmed (and rarely affected) by dark supernatural magic and otherworldly powers; this helps him defeat super-powered gods.
Pet Name: None yet [taking applications ;) ]
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