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So, a bit about me then:
First and foremost, I love to try and create imaginative and creative scenarios, that (I hope) push the very limits of reason and conventional thought. When I RP (mostly in NRPs) I aim to play powerful and big, things that are on the very edge of OP (I usually give my faction a ridiculous disadvantage though, to keep it fair). In other RPs, I tend towards Science Fiction and Modern Fantasy, playing side characters with some interesting quirks to them. I am also keen on trying some Arena RPing, when I get better at writing.
Other things about me are that I work as a Mental Health Nurse (who would've guessed), and enjoy gaming and drawing as well. I also play trumpet on the side. I have a rough schedule, so I disappear for a couple of days sometimes. But never assume I am dropping out, I will tell you if I am thinking of it (unless it's really serious).
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It's up now, sorry for da wait :P
Wracked with guilt, Mac took a few minutes to compose himself. But first, he looted the house they had just arrived at for new clothes to replace his robes, as he was now spattered with blood. Procuring himself a turtle neck sweater and worker's jeans, he changed, and use the little remaining water in the taps to clean off the various fluids on his face. Once cleaned up, he opened his back pack, and began to grab various cans and dried food for the journey ahead. At least he only had to gather food for one now.
It was while doing this that Mac heard a smash in the living room, and ran out of the kitchen quickly to investigate. That's when he realized with horror: Perhaps the creatures had heard the screaming... He was answered by a chorus of groans and moans, as zombies banged on the windows and crawled through the smashed remains of another, paying no heed to the glass as it tore into them. Panicking, Mac ran up the stairs, and looked out of the window, to see the house surrounded, as thirty plus of the beasts wandered over from the horde. He knelt to the ground, and uttered a pray beneath his breath: "O' most divine Lord, I trust in Your judgement, and beg Thee to guide me to safety, for You are the true One Protector, Defender of the weak and lost. I repent all, and place my faith into His loving care, Amen..."
Mac stood up, and looked out of the various windows on the second floor, as he heard the zombies clamber up the stairs. Running out of options: It was while he was in what appeared to be a nursery room that he noticed a shed a little way off from the house, just within jumping distance... Mac anxiously climbed on the window sill, crouching, as an anthro rabbit entered the room, accompanied by a few humans, growling and drooling. He took one last look at them, and took his leap of faith, just as the nearest creature grabbed for him. With a loud thud, he soared over the horde around the house, and smacked into the roof of the shed, rolling off it on the other side, and hitting the ground.
Luckily, the father was not injured, save for a few bruises, and got up as the horde turned their attention to the shed. He narrowly side stepped a zombie, running with all his might into the woods, towards the river. Forming a plan feverishly in his head, he weighed up his options: With Cindy dead, the father was sure that no one else was alive in Fairfield, save for the sinful soldiers who murdered their fellow man and women without remorse. And with the Lord's blessing, he had escaped to carry on His divine duty, to save the sinners of this world from the fate of the wicked. He needed to get through the barricades somehow, and continue to the other townships. He reached the edge of a clearing, and saw the road go in either direction, and another row of houses. Mac took this time to rest, sitting within the bushes to stay out of sight (though nothing moved in the streets), and, snacking on a nutrient bar, thought out his plan.
It was while doing this that Mac heard a smash in the living room, and ran out of the kitchen quickly to investigate. That's when he realized with horror: Perhaps the creatures had heard the screaming... He was answered by a chorus of groans and moans, as zombies banged on the windows and crawled through the smashed remains of another, paying no heed to the glass as it tore into them. Panicking, Mac ran up the stairs, and looked out of the window, to see the house surrounded, as thirty plus of the beasts wandered over from the horde. He knelt to the ground, and uttered a pray beneath his breath: "O' most divine Lord, I trust in Your judgement, and beg Thee to guide me to safety, for You are the true One Protector, Defender of the weak and lost. I repent all, and place my faith into His loving care, Amen..."
Mac stood up, and looked out of the various windows on the second floor, as he heard the zombies clamber up the stairs. Running out of options: It was while he was in what appeared to be a nursery room that he noticed a shed a little way off from the house, just within jumping distance... Mac anxiously climbed on the window sill, crouching, as an anthro rabbit entered the room, accompanied by a few humans, growling and drooling. He took one last look at them, and took his leap of faith, just as the nearest creature grabbed for him. With a loud thud, he soared over the horde around the house, and smacked into the roof of the shed, rolling off it on the other side, and hitting the ground.
Luckily, the father was not injured, save for a few bruises, and got up as the horde turned their attention to the shed. He narrowly side stepped a zombie, running with all his might into the woods, towards the river. Forming a plan feverishly in his head, he weighed up his options: With Cindy dead, the father was sure that no one else was alive in Fairfield, save for the sinful soldiers who murdered their fellow man and women without remorse. And with the Lord's blessing, he had escaped to carry on His divine duty, to save the sinners of this world from the fate of the wicked. He needed to get through the barricades somehow, and continue to the other townships. He reached the edge of a clearing, and saw the road go in either direction, and another row of houses. Mac took this time to rest, sitting within the bushes to stay out of sight (though nothing moved in the streets), and, snacking on a nutrient bar, thought out his plan.
On it baws
Are you guys actively working on that? Just curious :3
So, who;s playing Doc? Like, who is writing the CS for them?
I'll prob's wait for more people to post, before I start again. Also, if it was ok with Skull, I was wondering if Quallyss could run a kind of item shop of sorts? I have a system in place for this, if you'd like me to PM details Skull ^^
How we all doing this fine day?
So, some more news: Primez is still with us, so we'll wait for him and Skull to get a post in. Great chance for others to catch up on other role plays too, if need be (I know I've been slack for sure XD).
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GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
With the many questions being shared around the room, a larger picture was being revealed, and Kradis could envision how the exercise would play out. These recruits are showing a lot of promise, he thought quietly to himself, though things will be different when we face the enemy in a live fire operation. Still, this unit was shaping up to be quite an admirable force, and Kradis was looking forward to fighting alongside these people. With time, they will become hardened soldiers, if they managed to survive long enough.
Utilizing the new information gleaned from Blade's elaboration, Kradis quietened himself and opened his PADD, to change his GEAR's load out slightly. Having laser designators would come in handy, and reduce the chance of friendly fire, so he requested the cluster rockets be switched out for HE Javelin missiles. They had slightly more range and single hit firepower, but the extra sensory suite hardwired into the missiles made them heavier and bulkier. After some discussion with the Arms Master, he learned that only six Javelins could be fitted safely at one time, unless he wanted to remove his mortar tube for a larger ammo count. Kradis declined, and accepted the retrofit as is. With his team mates pointing out targets, he could direct the missiles straight onto GEARs, and take on a more anti GEAR role with his armaments.
Utilizing the new information gleaned from Blade's elaboration, Kradis quietened himself and opened his PADD, to change his GEAR's load out slightly. Having laser designators would come in handy, and reduce the chance of friendly fire, so he requested the cluster rockets be switched out for HE Javelin missiles. They had slightly more range and single hit firepower, but the extra sensory suite hardwired into the missiles made them heavier and bulkier. After some discussion with the Arms Master, he learned that only six Javelins could be fitted safely at one time, unless he wanted to remove his mortar tube for a larger ammo count. Kradis declined, and accepted the retrofit as is. With his team mates pointing out targets, he could direct the missiles straight onto GEARs, and take on a more anti GEAR role with his armaments.
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GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll try to get a post up today, just been distracted with uni and Broken Age ^^
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