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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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As the Wildfire blazed, D'ren stood behind Gunter, laughing not only at the amazing fire that had been started, but also at the rest of the group's instant hostility. Chaos was one thing D'ren loved more than anything. After all, he was flanked by the invisible angel of chaos herself, Samyazaii. As the third-in-command of all of Lucifer's troops, the chief of all chaotic demons, the yellow-eyed little bitch gleefully laughed, which was mirrored by D'ren.
In fact, D'ren remained there in the relative safety, content with not getting involved until his bloodlust (or barklust?) overpowered his rationale and he charged forward. The rain and wind eliminated the flames as he joyfully both dished out and received blows. Though he was bloodied, he was having fun.
Drenched from head to toe by the sudden supernatural saturation of rainfall, D'ren lost his footing in some mud and slipped. One of the creatures was about to impale him with its...limb, when Angela's music made all of the minions stop moving. Surprised, D'ren looked around, still on his back. He cleared his throat, drew his sword, and chopped off the head of the apparent noncombatant. He got to his feet, still grinning, and walked over toward Patricia @luna558 as she stood over one of her kills.
"Well, that was kinda fun, aye?"
In fact, D'ren remained there in the relative safety, content with not getting involved until his bloodlust (or barklust?) overpowered his rationale and he charged forward. The rain and wind eliminated the flames as he joyfully both dished out and received blows. Though he was bloodied, he was having fun.
Drenched from head to toe by the sudden supernatural saturation of rainfall, D'ren lost his footing in some mud and slipped. One of the creatures was about to impale him with its...limb, when Angela's music made all of the minions stop moving. Surprised, D'ren looked around, still on his back. He cleared his throat, drew his sword, and chopped off the head of the apparent noncombatant. He got to his feet, still grinning, and walked over toward Patricia @luna558 as she stood over one of her kills.
"Well, that was kinda fun, aye?"
i didnt know there was a posting order but ok.
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Anyone interested in a Group D&D campaign? New players welcome.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
i would be interested, depending on...well a lot actually. im pretty big on creative freedom, and the previous editions of D&D i've played arent very conducive to that. I like rolling dice, but I'm not gonna spend an hour calculating math equations to figure out I slightly wounded a kobold. lol
He was thinking of asking the man and the girl how they got here, why, and where they were from, and who is this creator they were talking about...
but then the lights dimmed.
He was a bit annoyed, but not the least bit troubled. "A friend of yours?" he asked to the pair.
After sipping his Sundrop and gently setting it down on the table, Levi tiredly cast his eyes back up to the bartender. "If by 'friend' you mean 'douchebag extraordinaire, from hell', then sure."
Yylya, who knew what John had been thinking only because the WorldWeaver had told her, answered his questions without him having to ask: "We were simply sent here by our creator so that Levi can interact with other people and not be in such despair. Levi is from a dystopic America set in 2020, and I was literally created specifically for this role-uh, Restaurant, to guide this pathetic author." Yylya playfully smacked the back of Levi's shoulder, causing him to want to scoot away form her. She then said, "And the creator is just our, well, creator, from another dimension who wants to know what the answer to life, the universe, and everything is. And no, he doesn't mean '42'..."
With that said, she vanished, replaced by another woman instantly. This woman was clearly very nearly the antithesis of the previous ambassador. Though she appeared human, her outward looks seemed to be the extent of her humanity. Her restrained rage and spiritual darkness permeated throughout the bar. She had dark blond hair, pulled into a bun on her head, and a cruelly beautiful but angry-looking face. She wore a long light blue dress.
When she noticed what the author had written for her to wear, she glanced down and groaned with frustration. But she half-shrugged as she apparently got over it and continued in her ominous demeanor. Looking up, she glared at John with meaningless hatred. "Three large bean and cheese burritos please."
Suddenly in the middle of the restaurant, just outside the bar, The Infamous appeared in a black cloud of smoke, flanked by two scantly armored women, a drow and a vampire. The Infamous himself wore a white muscle shirt, black leather trousers, combat boots, and a black leather punk rock style jacket adorned with rock band patches, chains, and pins. His hair was tousled and dark, a five o'clock shadow meandering about his jowl. He had a long scar that ran across his face, and wild, penetrating green eyes that seemed to entrap the souls they landed on.
As The Infamous glanced around at the various patrons and employees of the restaurant, his teleportation signature, the smoke, slowly wafted away, but the sulfuric scent remained for a time. He chuckled as he eyed everyone before turning to an unseen partner in crime.
"Chaos, me friend," he told someone. "See what ye can rile up."
The red-haired vampiress asked, "Where did our army go?"
"No matter that love," replied The Infamous. "We have an appointment to keep." He started to swagger toward the bar entrance, his wicked eyes locked onto those of the perpetually hostile Author's Ambassador.
Levi turned to the new Author's Ambassador and said, "Didn't you blow his head off? I'm pretty sure you are both dead."
"I can do what I want," she said as the author himself. "I have a sick attachment to these characters, admittedly. But come on, you can't tell me this won't be just a little bit fun."
"Oh no," Levi said with a nod as he reached for his Sundrop, "I can definitely tell you it won't be." After a sip, he turned to John. "Just ignore them. They'll go away. Eventually. Maybe..."
Name: D'ren
Alias: The Infamous
Species: Human
Age: 38
Occupation: Dimension-invading warlord from hell
Appearance:
Personality: D'ren is a hedonistic sociopath; he cares for nobody and nothing, save for power and his own pleasure. His major vices are pride, wrath, and lust. He has very few redeeming qualities, however, he has a strange weakness for chivalry toward females that are loyal to him. As a sociopath, D'ren does not experience strong positive emotions such as remorse, sadness, empathy, or compassion. Rage, however, is one strong emotion he is capable of feeling, though it is usually momentary and calmed if he feels like he is in control.
History: [ABRIDGED VERSION] Lost his family when he was a teen; unbeknownst to him, became stalked by a fallen angel which will forever influence him (Samy'azaii); became a hell-lord's (Dagon) apprentice in a realm called Malevora; 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, at a huge cost; ruled all of hell except Baal's realm; was betrayed by those closest to him (moon goddess/vampire Selune) and left the realm as it crumbled into nothing; met and fought his good doppelganger from another reality (Elijah Abdiel McDonnell AKA the Defender of Reality); joined said doppelganger's organization (Reality Defense Knights) when he fell in love (with the immortal Arien), and a bigger baddy (dont remember who it was) threatened to destroy everything; had a baby (Celeste) with his wife and sent said baby to live in another dimension where time moves faster, so she could be safe from evil; D'ren 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 are killed by the god Moloch, with the help of Cronus, Baal, and Anubis; goes to hell to kill Moloch, Anubis, Baal...; Reality Defenders arrest him and puts him 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...
Powers: Has 100 individual abilities/powers, due to the Dagon Cube, a device that steals and copies powers from anyone in his realm.
Weapons: The Osiris Dagger (kills anything, like Ruby's knife in SPN), Colt .45 1911 handgun(s), scimitar, knuckle-duster, revolver.
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.
How did you get here?: The WorldWeaver sent an Author's Ambassador in the form of his guardian angel Samy and tricked him into trying to conquer this realm (he will find it impossible).
Brief description of the world your character came from:
He spent most of his adult life in Malevora (16 - 28, then 30 - 38), a realm everyone believed was an underworld of hell. It was not until he returned for the last time, when he was 36, that he discovered that the now-dystopic, steampunk-like world was actually - and had always been - Earth, circa 3000 AD, after an apocalypse it never recovered from.
Like hell, Malevora is the native home to a race of reptilian demons called the Skaar. There is a bittersweet rivalry between the Skaar and the Malevoran humans, who claim they were the first inhabitants of the realm. Go figure. The humans, of course, are correct, but neither side really knows their history (since Baal had erased every mention of it being Earth from all databases and libraries), so their claims are based solely on the fact that they really really want to be the native-born race of the land. However, the Skaar and the humans have been known to work together, especially when the lower caste conspired with a few goddesses to banish The Infamous from Malevora the first time.
The sky is perpetually gray and brown with massive rolling clouds, and there is rarely a day that goes by where there is not a storm that encompasses the majority of the realm. This is a truly terrifying and dangerous place to live.
Alias: The Infamous
Species: Human
Age: 38
Occupation: Dimension-invading warlord from hell
Appearance:
Personality: D'ren is a hedonistic sociopath; he cares for nobody and nothing, save for power and his own pleasure. His major vices are pride, wrath, and lust. He has very few redeeming qualities, however, he has a strange weakness for chivalry toward females that are loyal to him. As a sociopath, D'ren does not experience strong positive emotions such as remorse, sadness, empathy, or compassion. Rage, however, is one strong emotion he is capable of feeling, though it is usually momentary and calmed if he feels like he is in control.
History: [ABRIDGED VERSION] Lost his family when he was a teen; unbeknownst to him, became stalked by a fallen angel which will forever influence him (Samy'azaii); became a hell-lord's (Dagon) apprentice in a realm called Malevora; 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, at a huge cost; ruled all of hell except Baal's realm; was betrayed by those closest to him (moon goddess/vampire Selune) and left the realm as it crumbled into nothing; met and fought his good doppelganger from another reality (Elijah Abdiel McDonnell AKA the Defender of Reality); joined said doppelganger's organization (Reality Defense Knights) when he fell in love (with the immortal Arien), and a bigger baddy (dont remember who it was) threatened to destroy everything; had a baby (Celeste) with his wife and sent said baby to live in another dimension where time moves faster, so she could be safe from evil; D'ren 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 are killed by the god Moloch, with the help of Cronus, Baal, and Anubis; goes to hell to kill Moloch, Anubis, Baal...; Reality Defenders arrest him and puts him 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...
Powers: Has 100 individual abilities/powers, due to the Dagon Cube, a device that steals and copies powers from anyone in his realm.
Weapons: The Osiris Dagger (kills anything, like Ruby's knife in SPN), Colt .45 1911 handgun(s), scimitar, knuckle-duster, revolver.
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.
How did you get here?: The WorldWeaver sent an Author's Ambassador in the form of his guardian angel Samy and tricked him into trying to conquer this realm (he will find it impossible).
Brief description of the world your character came from:
He spent most of his adult life in Malevora (16 - 28, then 30 - 38), a realm everyone believed was an underworld of hell. It was not until he returned for the last time, when he was 36, that he discovered that the now-dystopic, steampunk-like world was actually - and had always been - Earth, circa 3000 AD, after an apocalypse it never recovered from.
Like hell, Malevora is the native home to a race of reptilian demons called the Skaar. There is a bittersweet rivalry between the Skaar and the Malevoran humans, who claim they were the first inhabitants of the realm. Go figure. The humans, of course, are correct, but neither side really knows their history (since Baal had erased every mention of it being Earth from all databases and libraries), so their claims are based solely on the fact that they really really want to be the native-born race of the land. However, the Skaar and the humans have been known to work together, especially when the lower caste conspired with a few goddesses to banish The Infamous from Malevora the first time.
The sky is perpetually gray and brown with massive rolling clouds, and there is rarely a day that goes by where there is not a storm that encompasses the majority of the realm. This is a truly terrifying and dangerous place to live.
im too confused about the time line thing
i like the show. i will check out the OOC summary and let you know if im interested
ok well when you decide, i will know if im interested
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