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25/06/2024
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And then Robert was hit by a banhammer for metagaming "P
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Needs more Milloon.
I'll do it tomorrow. I got no computer at the moment.
I'll do it tomorrow. I got no computer at the moment.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Milloon Hall
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Species: Mutant; Snakeman
Personality: (Yeah, I don't really... not only do I disagree with listing a personality, but it's kinda hard to RP them. At least when it comes to me.)
Appearance: Milloon has a slightly elongated neck, being a snakeman. He's got blue and black scales, in a pattern similar to the Mangshan pitviper. His feet are clawed and digitigrade, while his hands are clawed and normal, although both have four-digits as opposed to the typical five seen in a human. Milloon wears overalls, but he typically ties them up by the waist. For a shirt, he wears a grey jacket, which are pulled all the way up to his elbows. He has a tail, although that's usually used for balancing if anything. Milloon also requires the use of (sun)glasses in order to see, as a snake can't see very well, especially in constant sunlight.
Bio: Born to two parents in poverty, Milloon didn't mind his financial situation. He was particularly easy-going in school, slacking on his grades occasionally and yet having the support of quite a few friends. Even when a wealthy member of his group wanted to donate a large sum of money to him, he just rejected his offer, preferring to stay poor and with friends. Milloon continued on, getting a modest job of a mechanic in a remote location of the US. He would occasionally go hunting with a M40 rifle he bought from the local military surplus store, but otherwise he was rather reserved as the years went by. He still maintained a degree of communication with his friends, but nothing much would usually happen in the span of a day.
Now considered middle-class, Milloon wasn't too happy. Firstly, politics died. Secondly, apocalypse started. His local community was suddenly attacked daily by roaming packs of... whatever they were. Barricading his workshop and parking a car in front of it, Milloon took to the roof and began shooting. However, he realised he wouldn't be able to kill all of those dogs. So, he just retreated into his shop, watching and crying for the first time in his life as his former friends were massacred.
After a day of bloodshed, the dogs left. Some attempted to claw their way into Milloon's workshop, but they were all shot as the rest of them left. Milloon seemed to have changed from being relaxed to edgy and rather sad, this noted by several survivors in his community. Nobody knew why or how this attack happened, especially as communications to the outside world was gone. Over time, they had started to grow in size from roaming survivors, who had explained the world had did a back flip. While everyone else was shocked, Milloon didn't seem to care, apparently stuck in his head.
After years of growing crops and trading with a local clan, the world took another dive, as if it couldn't get any worse. A solar flare had ravaged the world, which had painfully mutated Milloon into a snakeman. Out of the 62 people in his community, only 18 survived. Two remained human, and even then they seemed to have mutated to a varying degree. Milloon couldn't take it anymore, barricading himself in his workshop once more and barely interacting with anyone. Being a mechanic though, he is regularly called on to fix the community's equipment, which he begrudgingly agrees to.
Weapons: M40 with scope, which doesn't look very new. No, he's not going to be Mr. Mundy/Sniper from TF2. He's not THAT accurate, let alone be able to use a rifle normally at close range, although he'll eventually become more accurate. A propane blowtorch with replaceable gas source is also carried around, but it's mainly for metalworking.
Mutations: Obviously, he's now a snakeman, similar to a Mangshan pitviper. He's got clawed feet and hands, with venomous fangs that can quickly cause paralysis and eventually death, due to a lack of breathing. While he can spit venom, it's not very effective if the target doesn't happen to have an open wound or anything. He can slither, although it's pretty hard when he's got limbs and such, only made possibly with his tail. Due to the fact he has snake eyes, he requires some glasses which somehow fit on his unique body shape.
As for actual, out-of-this-world powers, Milloon has increased dexterity, being able to leap and jump great distances due to increased muscle density. This however means that he has more mass than usual, so even something menial such as walking long distances will tire him quite a lot. Although it's not like he was able to walk long distances as a human anyway. Another problem is that the increased muscle density will cause regeneration of limbs and such to take longer than usual, as more cells have to be regrown.
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Theme Song:
Other: Sodium Pentahydrate. Or Element 1.
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Species: Mutant; Snakeman
Personality: (Yeah, I don't really... not only do I disagree with listing a personality, but it's kinda hard to RP them. At least when it comes to me.)
Appearance: Milloon has a slightly elongated neck, being a snakeman. He's got blue and black scales, in a pattern similar to the Mangshan pitviper. His feet are clawed and digitigrade, while his hands are clawed and normal, although both have four-digits as opposed to the typical five seen in a human. Milloon wears overalls, but he typically ties them up by the waist. For a shirt, he wears a grey jacket, which are pulled all the way up to his elbows. He has a tail, although that's usually used for balancing if anything. Milloon also requires the use of (sun)glasses in order to see, as a snake can't see very well, especially in constant sunlight.
Bio: Born to two parents in poverty, Milloon didn't mind his financial situation. He was particularly easy-going in school, slacking on his grades occasionally and yet having the support of quite a few friends. Even when a wealthy member of his group wanted to donate a large sum of money to him, he just rejected his offer, preferring to stay poor and with friends. Milloon continued on, getting a modest job of a mechanic in a remote location of the US. He would occasionally go hunting with a M40 rifle he bought from the local military surplus store, but otherwise he was rather reserved as the years went by. He still maintained a degree of communication with his friends, but nothing much would usually happen in the span of a day.
Now considered middle-class, Milloon wasn't too happy. Firstly, politics died. Secondly, apocalypse started. His local community was suddenly attacked daily by roaming packs of... whatever they were. Barricading his workshop and parking a car in front of it, Milloon took to the roof and began shooting. However, he realised he wouldn't be able to kill all of those dogs. So, he just retreated into his shop, watching and crying for the first time in his life as his former friends were massacred.
After a day of bloodshed, the dogs left. Some attempted to claw their way into Milloon's workshop, but they were all shot as the rest of them left. Milloon seemed to have changed from being relaxed to edgy and rather sad, this noted by several survivors in his community. Nobody knew why or how this attack happened, especially as communications to the outside world was gone. Over time, they had started to grow in size from roaming survivors, who had explained the world had did a back flip. While everyone else was shocked, Milloon didn't seem to care, apparently stuck in his head.
After years of growing crops and trading with a local clan, the world took another dive, as if it couldn't get any worse. A solar flare had ravaged the world, which had painfully mutated Milloon into a snakeman. Out of the 62 people in his community, only 18 survived. Two remained human, and even then they seemed to have mutated to a varying degree. Milloon couldn't take it anymore, barricading himself in his workshop once more and barely interacting with anyone. Being a mechanic though, he is regularly called on to fix the community's equipment, which he begrudgingly agrees to.
Weapons: M40 with scope, which doesn't look very new. No, he's not going to be Mr. Mundy/Sniper from TF2. He's not THAT accurate, let alone be able to use a rifle normally at close range, although he'll eventually become more accurate. A propane blowtorch with replaceable gas source is also carried around, but it's mainly for metalworking.
Mutations: Obviously, he's now a snakeman, similar to a Mangshan pitviper. He's got clawed feet and hands, with venomous fangs that can quickly cause paralysis and eventually death, due to a lack of breathing. While he can spit venom, it's not very effective if the target doesn't happen to have an open wound or anything. He can slither, although it's pretty hard when he's got limbs and such, only made possibly with his tail. Due to the fact he has snake eyes, he requires some glasses which somehow fit on his unique body shape.
As for actual, out-of-this-world powers, Milloon has increased dexterity, being able to leap and jump great distances due to increased muscle density. This however means that he has more mass than usual, so even something menial such as walking long distances will tire him quite a lot. Although it's not like he was able to walk long distances as a human anyway. Another problem is that the increased muscle density will cause regeneration of limbs and such to take longer than usual, as more cells have to be regrown.
Pets:
Theme Song:
Other: Sodium Pentahydrate. Or Element 1.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
OH, RIGHT!
Sorry mate. Independence Day was yesterday.
At least in countries such as New Zealand, 'cause we're a day ahead of the world. Also, we don't celebrate Independence Day.
Sorry mate. Independence Day was yesterday.
At least in countries such as New Zealand, 'cause we're a day ahead of the world. Also, we don't celebrate Independence Day.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sumable said
I really don't know what I should have expected, you follow lugia like a sheep to a shephard.
(Try not to take this seriously; I don't except a response to this.) You want to know why I follow him around? Everyone else I know on this planet is off-putting in some way. Could be rejection from conversations despite being called a 'friend,' simple ignorance of others, or just continuous exchange of dislike towards one another. Lugia on the other hand - despite the occasional disagreement - is actually someone I prefer to talk to, if not (and I shouldn't) share partial details of my life. Everyone else I just keep away from.
As far as I'm concerned, Lugia's one of the few people that keep me sane. I don't like change, so I attempt to keep friends together. Heck, I tried getting Enorym and Waskom back together, since I was so desperate for things to remain the same. Hanging out with people I know and socialising with them, something I've never done during my first ten years of my childhood thanks to everyone preferring to stay away from me. Because of that, I never look into my childhood memories and explore whatever I had done in primary or something.
Needed to express thoughts. You know, I've been to a counsellor several times.
ACHIEVEMENT GET: Discover KaBling's one of many secrets!
I joined PMD because I wanted to try to see if I could make one last attempt to get interested with the whole series, despite you being there, since I knew that I wouldn't have to interact with you that much, if at all, because you're pre-occupied with being in the main plot whereas I could be in a sub-plot that didn't fall apart after the first 4 posts because of a dumb choice to mute my character.
Well, I'm certainly not as reluctant as you when it comes to roleplaying with others. I have... reserved feelings for Evanist, but you don't see me attempting to stay the Hell away from him.
After posting IC twice, let's see what I can do with my fingers again...
Okay. Things did not go as planned.
In the original version, I helped blast the golem with a death ray from my chest. Now, I was burning like hell. (Pun intended.)
"Argh! I'm on bloody fire!" Of course, Elena here was kind enough to extinguish me, letting me flop down to the floor safely. When I returned to a dragon form beside the dead and... fading golem? Whatever, I had lost my arm. I regrew it, but I felt slightly... smaller. A few centimetres, in fact. "Well. That worked." I said, noticing a few char marks and partially melted stone on the golem, before he disappeared completely. "Alright. Let's just... er... um... continue forwards." I was pretty hesitant. I just recovered from being on death's list, so I wasn't like myself for a bit. "Oh, right. Spruce Robert's teeth don't seem too well." I said, picking up a tooth and... huh. I had just dried the thing and sucked the pulp out. With my fingers. Feeling disgusted, I just flicked the thing onto the ground. "Nevermind." I quickly said, backing away a step or two. That wasn't too good, but hopefully we'd be able to find a potion.
You know. In my roleplay, we had potions and stuff. If it could fix sword wounds, it could fix someone's jaw.
In the original version, I helped blast the golem with a death ray from my chest. Now, I was burning like hell. (Pun intended.)
"Argh! I'm on bloody fire!" Of course, Elena here was kind enough to extinguish me, letting me flop down to the floor safely. When I returned to a dragon form beside the dead and... fading golem? Whatever, I had lost my arm. I regrew it, but I felt slightly... smaller. A few centimetres, in fact. "Well. That worked." I said, noticing a few char marks and partially melted stone on the golem, before he disappeared completely. "Alright. Let's just... er... um... continue forwards." I was pretty hesitant. I just recovered from being on death's list, so I wasn't like myself for a bit. "Oh, right. Spruce Robert's teeth don't seem too well." I said, picking up a tooth and... huh. I had just dried the thing and sucked the pulp out. With my fingers. Feeling disgusted, I just flicked the thing onto the ground. "Nevermind." I quickly said, backing away a step or two. That wasn't too good, but hopefully we'd be able to find a potion.
You know. In my roleplay, we had potions and stuff. If it could fix sword wounds, it could fix someone's jaw.
I silently watched as Spruce left the hotel, leaving through the already opened door which was propped by a block of wood. I felt exhausted, which shouldn't be the case; I'm a Magnemite, not a damn... something. Regardless, I began floating upwards, ignoring the state of my third magnet for once. Rubbing my head, I passed by light wooden doors and panels of yellow-painted wood before meeting up with the owner.
Or rather, just someone behind the wide reception. "Yeah, I'd like to return this key." I said, apparently bored, getting the attention of the Grovyle. He seemed as tired as I was, attending to a Farfetch'd that had began complaining over the dampness of the first floor - that place was rotting his pink rhubarb.
"Oh, yeah... sure, just hang on a minute." Talking to me, he was suddenly relaxed, no longer stressed. Unfortunately, he just realised this and unwittingly went back to talking the Farfetch'd out of burning his house down with lemons. I rolled my eye, flicking the key onto the polished bench and leaving some yellow arcs on it. Without another word, I left the hotel, shutting my eyelids halfway to cope with the sudden light.
Oh lord. As if the moonlight didn't get to me. It was awfully sunny, a contrast to last night where clouds occasionally blotted out the moon. However, they didn't pass silently; they left puddles and drops of water around Scale City. I was slightly worried I could accidentally fall into the water and shock an unfortunate Pokemon, but how would that happen? That Porygon sneaks behind my back again? Getting that out of the way, I had opened my eyelids, feeling less tired as each minute passed. I had no idea what was going on with myself, now that I required breathing, sleep, and... damn, I was getting hungry.
Using the Pokes floating in orbit around me (which no one and even myself didn't notice at times), I went by a thin yet tall tree, carefully dodging droplets of water before floating behind a Vibrava as he was counting his Pokes. I looked around the place, shaken from yesterday and fearing another attack.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Hm?" I turned to the shopkeeper, taking my eyes off a group of dragon Pokemon. Which I would later realise was actually a fight going on. "Oh yes. I'd like to buy several Oran berries. Is it possible not to have them mushy?"
After a minute, I was leaving with confusion - I didn't know how to eat. So, using the only opening on my face, I reluctantly mashed the Oran berry into my eye. Thankfully, it didn't hurt, and in fact it worked. The only bit I was not too keen on was humiliation. After squashing two into my eye and cleaning by closing my eyelids, I felt refreshed and energised, ready to go for an adventure.
My adventure for the time being would be joining the crowd and witnessing a fool. Well, maybe a good fool. How about not a fool at all? I didn't know, because I could only see the hero for a few seconds. (I'm aware of the term 'heroine' from dusty comic books, but I'm definitely sure it's a male... or, a high-pitched male.) Sure enough, I decided to leave, getting a distinct feeling that someone I needed was at the dojo across the plaza.
What did I know? That hero was there alright, still got a suit on and everything...
Or rather, just someone behind the wide reception. "Yeah, I'd like to return this key." I said, apparently bored, getting the attention of the Grovyle. He seemed as tired as I was, attending to a Farfetch'd that had began complaining over the dampness of the first floor - that place was rotting his pink rhubarb.
"Oh, yeah... sure, just hang on a minute." Talking to me, he was suddenly relaxed, no longer stressed. Unfortunately, he just realised this and unwittingly went back to talking the Farfetch'd out of burning his house down with lemons. I rolled my eye, flicking the key onto the polished bench and leaving some yellow arcs on it. Without another word, I left the hotel, shutting my eyelids halfway to cope with the sudden light.
Oh lord. As if the moonlight didn't get to me. It was awfully sunny, a contrast to last night where clouds occasionally blotted out the moon. However, they didn't pass silently; they left puddles and drops of water around Scale City. I was slightly worried I could accidentally fall into the water and shock an unfortunate Pokemon, but how would that happen? That Porygon sneaks behind my back again? Getting that out of the way, I had opened my eyelids, feeling less tired as each minute passed. I had no idea what was going on with myself, now that I required breathing, sleep, and... damn, I was getting hungry.
Using the Pokes floating in orbit around me (which no one and even myself didn't notice at times), I went by a thin yet tall tree, carefully dodging droplets of water before floating behind a Vibrava as he was counting his Pokes. I looked around the place, shaken from yesterday and fearing another attack.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Hm?" I turned to the shopkeeper, taking my eyes off a group of dragon Pokemon. Which I would later realise was actually a fight going on. "Oh yes. I'd like to buy several Oran berries. Is it possible not to have them mushy?"
After a minute, I was leaving with confusion - I didn't know how to eat. So, using the only opening on my face, I reluctantly mashed the Oran berry into my eye. Thankfully, it didn't hurt, and in fact it worked. The only bit I was not too keen on was humiliation. After squashing two into my eye and cleaning by closing my eyelids, I felt refreshed and energised, ready to go for an adventure.
My adventure for the time being would be joining the crowd and witnessing a fool. Well, maybe a good fool. How about not a fool at all? I didn't know, because I could only see the hero for a few seconds. (I'm aware of the term 'heroine' from dusty comic books, but I'm definitely sure it's a male... or, a high-pitched male.) Sure enough, I decided to leave, getting a distinct feeling that someone I needed was at the dojo across the plaza.
What did I know? That hero was there alright, still got a suit on and everything...
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sumable said
Oh, good, Kabling's going to be here! I am now, very, very excited and am motivated to make an app.
*sigh*
I still think I might make an app, I just don't know what I would be.
Oh please. If you were that disappointed, you'd never join PMD.
Snakeman or human... either way, they're gonna be snipers.
Gotta post two IC posts, and then work on my app.
Me.
Hang on. Holidays starting.
Hang on. Holidays starting.
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Nah. Only a few humans remain, anyway.
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