Alright but I hope you're good at buying some bullet proof armor because once those guns are pulled out you'll have to rely on whatever you're carrying be it a pistol or a knife.
It was part of the plan, I was walking down the line of a swat officer from Metropolis to Gotham and deciding that the city needs more than just a little backup. One thought of why he left was that he 'acquired' some newtech armor from STAR labs when responding to a break-in like a kevlar mesh as light and flexible as a wet suit.
Sounds good. My character won't be sitting around in HQ;; I'm thinking that he'll specialize in hacking, but access all of his hacking data and encryptions through his phone. Unoriginal, yes, but the most efficient. He'll be more useful for spec-op operations, and things that require 'hush-hush' stealth, and would use a silenced pistol and stunstick/taser as his weapons. A 'field hacker', if you will.
That's all I have so far, in my mind. I guess I wait now for interest, lol.
Name: 'Riggs' Age: 19 Gender: Male Pic: Abilities: Extremely agile and an accomplished climber who almost seems more at ease off his feet than standing on any deck. Useful with knives but he is brilliant with ropes from lariats to nets. Finally to save all from starvation, he puts those knives to far better use as ship chef.
Personality: Childlike at all times he can muster, he tries to play the fool rather than risk the reality of their lifestyle. There are a thousand ways to die every day as a pirate, so every morning is worth a thousand thanks and a demand to live the day to the fullest minute.
Bio: Son of a pirate, his mother was the master rigger of the ship and would keep him wrapped close as she worked the sails. He grew strong in the ropes and rafters for a decade until they came across a bard and his young apprentice who could sing so beautifuly that they took her from the performer as one of their own. He grew beside her for many years until his mother had to leave the ship for her health and he went with her.
In town, he apprenticed under a cook to pay the bills to keep his mother comfortable until she passed. Now 'free' once more, he was surprised to see the old ship dock but the crew roster had taken a decided turn to the left since he left, the siren of the sky had become the captain! Thinking he was one of the few who tried to treat her well, he hoped to take his mothers place in the rigging of the same ship she loved almost as much as him.
I was going to say not yet and that I was going to make a post up to set the scene of where we are now, was just going to wait until the cs was removed from the IC. We have almost enough that I feel good starting it, but ill get up a real starting post tomorrow. So knight if you could just hide yours away, we aren't going to be starting anywhere nice like a training field :)
"Ichi...ni...san...Eins! Ichi...ni...san...Zwei! Ichi...ni...san...Drei!" In the courtyard, the 'cultured' barbarian did his training. At the moment his exercise was a barrel of water (50 gallon barrel, 5 lbs per gallon, 250 lbs of water) tied off by a rope and thrown over a hangman's post with a saddle to keep the wood from sawing the rope through. As the brute pulled down on the rope, the barrel went up, now anyone can tell you that pulleys make things easier but the roughest of estimates can say you can get five to twenty times the lift with just one loop depending on the circumstance. He was getting about five to one at the moment, so even one handed this was more effort than his sword at fifty pounds to pull against. But the purpose was training and conditioning, not body building.
Unlike the others of his kind, he tried to not bulk up but rather to tone his body instead the way one folds and twists steel to make it stronger instead of just adding more slabs of metal to make it bigger. He had learned this trick while taking on the ten other fighters when he faced a woman two heads lower than him, but she managed to match his strength blow for blow until he finally beat her weapon instead of her. Others thought him touched with the way he did these odd exercises as he seemed to show no gain for his efforts, but none of them knew him a decade ago when he started.
Name: Sasha Silverfang Gender: Male Age: 25 Nationality: Silverfang but of latest years from Illum Appearance: True to his people, he is tall and fair as an aspen tree but more toned than the rest of his bulky brethren. He stands a full head over most at 7' and tips the scales at twenty stones (280). A blow to the left side of his face took an eye and so he covers it with his hair when at rest. Bio: As a member of the coastal tribes, they were 'protected' by Xanboro for many years as he regained his strength. Unfortunately, as he grew strong, he also grew hungry and Sasha was on the menu for the next offering. It was here that his mother put him on a boat and set south to Illuim for hopes of a better life for her son. It she became the house servant for a blackiron smith and Sasha fell into apprenticeship at only five years old where his natural bulk grew greatly under the blacksmiths tutelage.
For ten years he knew barely any more than the swelter of the forge or exhaustion by his mothers side. When he was fifteen, he was finally finished with his apprenticeship and could now wield the blades he had been forging. However the blades of the Illuimn were far too small for him to use to the best of his ability, even the 'longdeath' great-swords of the people were too light for him. So he gathered up ten times the ore needed for anyone else's sword and set to work on his own. It was a failure, nothing more than a cleaving slab of steel, but it was his and he planned to make it his own.
He traveled to each of the five clans and challenged two warriors to a duel. He lacked the formal training of the other warriors but his overwhelming strength proved to be enough to sunder their great blades and collect the pieces. It took him five years to find ten such individuals willing to accept such a challenge, but after those victories, he returned to his teacher to forge a new blade made from a superior steel. This time he succeeded.
It was a monstrosity, truly fitting his bulk and form. The steel was made from the ten swords of his victories and a full tang of six feet from tip to solid iron ring at the bottom. Now that he was armed with his true sword at twenty, he wanted to go home to free his people from the ways of Xanboro. But he could not do it alone. He would need the help of an army, he needed the Black Order.
As they accept all who come, entry was the easiest part. Getting himself on a mission to the silverfang coast was the hard part. For another five years he has worked his way in the ranks, trying to gain the skill to match his overwhelming strength to one day behead the monstrous snake.
Fighting Style: The way of the 'steel storm' is a polearm based style that involves stepping and spinning about to bring every chord of muscle to bear in blows that can cleave right through three men abreast. Equipment: 6'long with 2' blade attached to a 4' haft and thirty pounds of steel from tip to ring. A sample of his simple Ashigaru armor: Breastplate with exposed arms for maximum movement with a hardened skirting around the thighs finished by matching shin guards and bracers.
Skills/Abilities: Smithing: The ability to repair or make most metallic needs for the black order with the proper tools and supplies. Strength: He is strong. Not just the usual genetic tone, but daily exercises lifting and curling barrels of water or buckets of rocks over his head. True strength training to make the most of his body. Other Information:
1. Listen to the GM, If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a hunt feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
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