Mag Lev

What Is The Worst Movie?

I won't say that it is good, but I won't say that it is complete shit. I liked its magic and that was about all really. Other than that, it was very bland and ended on a sour note that was worse than an Atomic Warhead candy.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

I'll take the time to make a sheet when I can, likely won't be anytime today though. Maybe after I get off work tonight.

Post Your Pikcha

I swear, all the young looking people on here make me constantly feel old. Stop looking so young dang it! ;-;

Tales from The Watering Hole (A Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries )

Oh yeah, might as well express my interest since I had done so in private.

What Is The Worst Movie?

How has nobody said this one yet?



This wonderful piece o' shit was adapted from the book Eragon and was insanely terrible. For a movie that cost 100$ million USD to produce, it was complete shit. Makeup was terrible

Terrible makeup

I mean, look at that terrible makeup. That is suppose to be the makeup of a wraith? Honestly, I think they spent the majority of their cash on the CGI rather than anything important. And by the Gods did they fuck up Farthen Dur. Not only was it not a massive citadel inside the mountain, they weren't even dwarves! Instead, they decided the dwarves didn't even exist apparently. Instead, all you got to see were humans, regular humans. The biggest flop I've seen of a rendition of a book to movie yet.

Furor Titanicus

War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale

The old warrior sighed and shook his head. ”You don’t understand. Whoever this ‘Locke’ and whatever it means to be a ‘Champion’ wouldn’t matter against a beast like this. I’ll live through this, like I have everything else. One as young as yourself shouldn’t worry about what happened here, move on for it never happened. It matters not to history, those of us who died here are nothing but criminals to those beyond this forest.” The old man walked over to the camp, leading Maris behind and into the rather clean camp, no bodies within its limits though several could be seen further away and had been dragged there.
@Samara

Heham’s Desire- Heham

”Good man,” boomed the blacksmith as he held his arms wide, ”we could use even one of you Sentinels against the foolish King. The Blackwatch though, I don’t know how well they’ll listen to reason. They like their gold more than their morals. We’ll have to hope they’ll listen to reason when we make our proclamation to them.” Several other Sentinels agreed to the decision, making almost the whole Guild by the end of it. The only people who made no decision were the oldest members and the leader himself. Those who agreed stood up and shook hands with the blacksmith, his wide smile greeting each of them warmly.

@AetherChronos

Galrond

The mages stopped at the sight of Rebecca, her halberd a danger to any of them if they got close. ”You dare try stop us you fool? Valiant as you might be in protecting the weak dredges of this society, you are in the wrong. Lower your weapon now and we will spare your life. If not, you shall die by our heads alongside these filth who dare hassle us, bring us many haggard nights. You know not what they have done to me and my kind,” called a man in a long, green robe and holding a sword towards Rebecca.

His eyes wandered across the road, near empty now of people yet a few mage running in the opposite direction. Those who left looked afraid, seemingly paranoid of every shadow as the sun’s light danced across the glass and water about the streets. A few young children peeked out of shuttered windows and around alley corners, though they knew well enough they should not be there. ”Merasmus! My old man! What a fine time for you to show up,” said a young mage who had only seen Merasmus around rarely, ”we could use your help. These filthy peasants dare war against us mages for doing our jobs. Your power could do us well in our efforts to teach them a lesson.”

@Frizan
@Ezekial Wolffe

Mechwarrior: Muting the Word (Battletech RP during the Word of Blake Jihad)

Nathaniel Wallace

Pilot Appearance:
Nathaniel is very much a small man, at least compared to the normal military types he serves with nowadays. Standing at five feet and seven inches in height while weighing a measly hundred and forty-eight pounds, Nate is far from the imposing military type one expects to be pilot a ‘mech. With his short, brown hair and very thin stubble of similar color framing a thin face seemingly made more of bone than muscle and skin, Nate is very much the stereotype of a nerdy mechanic. Though, his form is not to be taken for granted as much of his body is muscle from training and he can very well handle a foe of similar size and even a few of greater.

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Pilot Name: Nathaniel Brent Wallace

Pilot Age: 26

Pilot Psychological Profile:
”I’ve always looked at those Battlemechs in wonder, the pilots of them in a shining light like one would expect a hero in a story to possess. I knew I was wrong, but the idea of glory and honor are intoxicating and your name being known a wonder to your self-esteem.”

Nate, while not disillusioned towards the reality that being a ‘Mech pilot is a dangerous and taxing job where honor and glory are not common place, seeks to gain some version of glory while maintaining his own version of honor in his life. While kind, one should not expect that Nate is open to everybody or willing to spare the life anybody who kills innocents, or anybody for that matter. He views his own job as a curse and a blessing, protecting those who cannot protect themselves yet having to kill. Even after his few years of piloting, Nate feels out of place and sick knowing he has killed somebody.Though, it is not to be taken as weakness as he often does get caught up in the action, often seeming less like his usual reserved self and a more open and vicious man when in combat.

Nate treats everybody as better than himself, an odd idea when faced with people who treat him as an equal anyways. Extreme optimism is something of a norm for Nate, though it has been known to get on people’s nerves, as he commonly has a view that only the best outcome will happen for the world no matter its current state. He is a man who is near impossible to anger, often apologizing instead when a person starts yelling at him for a mistake or simply to belittle him.

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Pilot Experience: Rookie

Pilot Biography:
Born on Solaris VII, Nate was no stranger to the sights of ‘Mechs and often amused of becoming a MechWarrior of his own right. Though, coming from a poor family known more for being mechanics than fighters, he held no real chance at having become a fighter as he wished. Instead, he spent his time by his Father’s side, learning the ins and outs of ‘Mech repair and maintenance and often looking at them and their pilots in wonder. Even having seen the MechWarriors treating him and his Father as nothing more than help, nothing more than the scum who repair their ‘Mechs, Nate saw the Warriors as heroes, aspired to be like them in almost every aspect.

As such, Nate spent his time learning as much about the ‘Mechs as he could possibly cram in between helping his Father and home life in hopes of eventually becoming a member of Lyran Guards who were stationed on Solaris. His dreams, for that was what he knew them to be, were constantly put down by his Family for he had to follow the family business and repair ‘Mechs, not go out and die like an idiot. His grades in schooling were near perfect, though he never really tried much to get a high grade in any of his classes.

It was around the time he turned twenty-two that he had first piloted a ‘Mech, though it was only as a practice pilot for a Warrior in the arena. To say that Nate did even decently would’ve been a stretch, his ‘Mech coming out with many hits which would’ve left his ‘Mech crippled or destroyed. Yet, he was exhilarated with the outcome, it was far better than he had ever expected or be told he could’ve done. It wasn’t long before he become a common scene in training runs of ‘Mechs, though he was often being used solely for the purpose of a free dummy to beat on. He learned from the training, his length in the battles increasing till he could almost hold his own.

That was when he was noticed as a potential Warrior, taking up a small time sponsorship to start in the low ranking Arenas. For the most part, he did well enough to bring back a few wins and some cash for his family. He worked his way up for nearly four years to get into a Class Three Arena, though his time there would be short as his plans changed and the then twenty-six year old left and joined Mycroft’s Marauders through MercNet, a suggestion given to him by a sponsor at the time.

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Mech Type: Modified Lynx-9C

Mech Armament:
-2x Defiance Sting SSRM-2 pods
-4x Defiance B3M Medium Lasers
-1x Scarborough Original 20 AC/20 w/ CASE

Mech Appearance:

Lynx

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