Kingfisher

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

Name/Nicknames: Synthetia 52/ The Beast of Boston

Race: Android

Age: ?

Appearance:



Possessing a lithe body, with deathly pale artificial flesh, Synthetia 52 has a sleek, steely form which resembles that of a human female. Modeled off of one of the Commonwealth's most vicious and battle-hardened criminals, Synthetia has an athletic stature, built to the peak of physical fitness. A mop of messy artificial blue curls fall down around her neck, and hyper-advanced synthetic eyes sit in plastic sockets.

Sexual Preferences: None.

Perks: Robot Expert, Cyborg

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength: 7

Perception: 7

Endurance: 7

Charisma: 4

Intelligence: 7

Agility: 5

Luck: 3

Personality: Cold and calculating, Syntheitia 52 has a killer's mind, and the skills to match. She is a battle-hardened and merciless machine, devoid of diffuse emotions.

Equipment: Assault rifle (well-maintained), Shock Sword, Chinese Stealth armour (modified).

Biography: Bloody Harriet was a notorious villain amongst the peoples of the Commonwealth; a ruthless and sadistic barbarian of the wastes, who led the infamous Bleeding Scar raider clan. The Scars looted and pillaged all across Boston, until some of the Institute's top Synth militias brought about their swift and gruesome end.

Harvesting Bloody Harriet's brain, the scientists of the Institute set about developing their ideal monstrous killer, harnessing the women's skills and tactical efficiency.

After many failed attempts, Synthetia 52 was born; a tyrannical abomination, unlike anything the Wasteland had ever seen.

Having been recently deployed to the Capital Graveyard, Synthetia is the Institute's ultimate secret weapon, and is ready and primed to be utilized against Enclave forces.

Other Notes/ETC: None

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I was actually going to write a post today. Gonna bring the boys over to the red light district.

@DJAtomika

Sweet! I can't wait to see what unfolds!

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Name/Nicknames: Gruthgar Bronzepeak

Race: Dwarf
Age: 200

Appearance:

Gruthgar stands at 4'8 With a deep orange beard with iron clasps and buckles fixing his thick braids. He is well built and muscular but has a prominent beer belly. Gruthgar sustained an injury, which took his eye and a portion of his cheek. It has since been mended via skin-graphs but his eye was unable to be fixed, thus he wears a sturdy leather eye patch, and his beard around the wound has turned white. He wears a loose leather jacket with pin striped white trousers a white button shirt. Around his neck he wears a bronze pendent with his family emblem carved into it.

Personality: He has the mentality of someone with experience beyond his years and has an outwardly gruff personality. He is brash but plain with a hard working demeanour. He’s suspicious, with a fierce sense of honour and duty. Foolhardy and stubborn, Guthgar will see something through even if others believe it the worse option and is renowned for sticking to his plans.

Bio: Guthgar is originally from Scotland, with a light Scottish accent, and was raised with in a tightly knit clan society, brought up with the values of honour and integrity. His community was raided by a Scottish branch of the Hunters, during which he was knocked unconscious and believes he should have died in the raid. After some years of wondering working in an underground fighting ring, where he obtained his eye wound, he encountered Nyxvira Bloodbloom; who invited him to work for her as an enforcer, after words reached her about his prominence as a fighter. He moved to Santa Somabra with the Syndicate, where now he works as an enforcer of Nyxvira, and in return uses her name as crowbar to find information on the hunters.

Other: Gruthgar has runic shotgun which has been imbued with magic and Dwarven engineering to allow it to serve as a long range weapon and an axe in close quarters.

@Thortain

Approved! Welcoming our first Dwarf to the game! Feel free to chuck Gruthgar's Character Sheet in to the CS section.

RPer Appreciation Thread

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There's not a "smother you in hugs" rating option, sadly.

So, I simply Like'd it. ^_^

@Ruby

Goddamit Mahz, You're letting us down.

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

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You're oh-so-welcome, most benevolent master of playing chubby girls.

@Wade Wilson

That one's going in my signature.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

Finally got my post up. Apologies for the delay people

@Catchy username

No need to apologies, I understand it can be difficult to balance IRL commitments.

Expect something from me soon!

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

@Kingfisher
Why thank you! That was just my first post on this site, I've RPed before, and had a great many of posts on a couple other sites.

@CutUp

You're most welcome! I was gonna say, if this was your first time RPing I really would be amazed.

Great first post @Kingfisher!

Also, I'm wondering if anybody would like to play Slackjaw. He is an NPC, but I've already got The Lord Regent, High Overseer Campbell and The Outsider (not stated, I know) to worry about.

@Wade Wilson

Many thanks, most benevolent GM.

RPer Appreciation Thread

Well hmm

@Prisk
@Mr Allen J
@Lord Wraith
@Hexaflexagon
@Palindromatic
@Kingfisher
@McHaggis
@Dervish

Plus like the rest of the regulars from the Arena subforum which is my current home.

@DJAtomika

Ok, to name names.

I <3
@potatochipgolem
@Kingfisher

Since I've only recently come back on Guild, I'm still a little shaky on faces. But people I admire:
@tsukune
@Mr Allen J

Pretty much everyone from my current RP. I really like the way they all write and if we got to know each other better, I'd totally RP with them on other stuff.
@drewccapp
@McHaggis
@Obscene Symphony
@Raxacoricofallapatorius
@Penguinimus
@The Mad Hatter Life constraints cause her to not be able to go through with the RP, but she seemed like an awesome person anyway.

@Strawberry425

Naaaaaw, you guys sure do know the way to an anthropomorphic man-bird's heart <3

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

Nypheria

The great stone expanse of the Westgrace estate oozed regal splendour; spectral tresses of moonlight dancing off its white bricks, and shimmering out across the calm canal waters.

Bright electric beacons, powered by Whale oil which had been shipped in from the slaughter houses, lit the mansion up like some industrialized bonfire, glistening with jarring excellence, sending the nigh-time shadows recoiling backwards into the streets and back alleys.

Lady Nypheria Westgrace, youngest of the Westgrace daughters, lay sprawled across a lush red recliner, one hand poised elegantly on her enormous hip.

Across from her, a wiry figure with a gaunt face and dark-sunken eyes stood behind a large canvas, occasionally dipping his brush in a china Pallet as he worked to capture the details of the great bulging figure before him.

Nypheria's leg quivered slightly, sending ripples through its flabby mass, as she struggled to maintain her authentic pose.

"Stay still." The painter commanded sharply, his eyes still fixed on the canvas.

A chilling breeze fluttered in through an open window, sending the rich purple curtains into light billowing waves.

"I asked you not to reach me here," she chided with an icy frown, her Double-chin bunching up beneath her face "If you want an audience you should use the proper channels."

"Couldn't wait." The painter said simply "and your people didn't appreciate the severity of the situation."

Nypheria sighed "What was so important that you needed to meet with me right away, then? I'd imagine you'll still be expecting me to pick up the cost for this portrait I have no interest in, as well".

"One of our lads," the painter explained, dabbing artfully at the canvas "had a run in with some awful mysterious bloke, says he was askin' all sorts of inappropriate questions about the nature of your operation."

Nypheria scowled "Did he squeal?"

"The individual in question wasn't important enough to know anything damaging, but the fact that someone's tryin' to shine a light where it's got no business being is making Slackjaw...uneasy."

"And he wants me to do what, exactly?" Nypheria asked, rather unenthusiastically.

"This is just a courtesy call is all, Mi'lady." The painter said, feigning offence "The boys thought it was proper to give you a heads up, like."

"And the benevolent lord and master of the bottle-street gang expects nothing in return?" Nypheria sneered "I'm having some trouble believing the validity of that statement."

"Just a hint of caution; we don't want to be risking exposure."

"I've always operated with the utmost discretion." Nypheria said firmly "Slackjaw has nothing to be concerned about. MY end of our arrangement is being maintained with completely integrity and professionalism."

The painted frowned darkly "Careful what you're insinuating there, little lady. Words have a price."

"You'd do well to heed your own advice." She remarked casually.

The painter slowly rose to his feet, wiping his hands on his dull blue overalls.

"All done here, miss." He said simply "who do I see about payment?"

Nypheria rolled her eyes "Talk to Hobson on the way out".

"With your leave, then..." He said, giving a little bow. The painter collected up his belongings, moving about with professional grace, before exiting the room in several long, swift strides; leaving the canvas propped up on its stand.

Nypheria got to her feet, her joints throbbing painfully, and made her way over to inspect her new portrait, the recliner letting out a sharp groan of relief as she did so.

The young woman on the canvas was undeniably immense in girth, with a humongous stomach which was fighting to erupt from the tight constraints of the dark purple dress which hugged her huge form. She had a cold sneer creasing her swollen face, and swirling raven hair tumbled down her shoulders. Her flesh was the colour of chilled milk, and was visible on her great flabby armas and chunky legs.

Nypheria grinned at the painting.
An adequate depiction.

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

And my first post is up, which is actually my first IC post on this site. Hope it's ok, wasn't quite sure what to do.

@CutUp

I don't think my first post on this site was anything near that well-written or coherent, so major kudos to you, my friend.