Maglar

Star Trek: The New Order

Chars are in the lore link he posted, I'm versatile and can change if you like one that I like too

Hi! =D

Hey friend! What do you call a pig that knows Karate?

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a Pork Chop!!

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I created a character for our Roleplay, please let me know if she is acceptable and if you would like me to adjust anything about her.

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Diana Crowley

❝ Tarot lets me swim, fly, and dig deep, when by nature I a bound to the surface of things. ❞

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Diana was born in a quiet town in Maine and lived a charmed life. On the far opposite coast lived her Aunts, her mother's sisters, whom Diana never really knew because her mother said they practiced some weird religion. Diana grew up and became an independently successful author of horror fiction. Recently, she received an ominous letter from her aunts requesting her immediate presence. There were no details of why, only the assurance of the importance of her coming and the urgency that she be there soon. Diana, being someone who has an insatiable curiosity and enough money to be able to afford such a trip, did not take long to decide that she was going to go to Oregon and discovery the mystery of her Aunts' request. She found herself a day away from her Aunts' home and in need of a place to stay. She came upon the Cherry Falls Inn, a sweet looking inn nestled into a beautiful country side, and it was the only place with any vacancy....

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ → Diana Crowley
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ → Diana
ᴀɢᴇ → 27
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ → September 21^st
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ → Female, woman
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → heteronormative
ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ →

Organized. Introverted . Analytical . Self-Assured . Patient . Guarded .

Diana grew up loving books. She found her sense of herself in the expression of the written word and as a result has developed a quiet, thoughtful persona. Her mind works very fast, and she has a iron-trap memory. In her late teens she wrote her first novel and won a number of awards in teenage fiction. Her career never slowed, and over the last 6 years she has written 5 internationally best selling novels and won so many awards in literature that she has run out of wall space to display them on. She suffers from the ill that besets many famous people, that of trying to live her life without being harassed every time she walks out the door. As such, she is loathe to talk about herself and has taken to dressing in bulky clothes that hid her face and her features. When she does become friends with someone she is genuinely nice, and enjoys making people happy.

Likes . Cats . Coffee . Kindness .

Dislikes . Lizards . Selfishness . Religious Zealotry .

. She giggles frequently . She Loves her coffee . She tends to watch people and imagine characters based on their personalities .

sᴋɪʟʟs →
→ She has studied the Tarot and keeps a deck on her at all times to do impromptu readings
→ She enjoys magic tricks, especially with cards
→ Her memory is a very special skill, as well as her attention to detail.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs →
→ She gets tired easily
→ She feels overwhelmed if there is too much noise which makes it where she cannot concentrate
→ She has a phobia of lizards/snakes, to the point that she will freeze up if one is too close

ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀ →
→ She grew up in a very traditional Evangelical family but as an adult she discovered a love for Wicca
→ She is a descendant of Aleister Crowley, the infamous magician from 20th century Europe, but she doesn't know this because her mother never told her
→ She loves horror movies and has an extensive collection, a fact that has been a part of keeping her single for most of her 20s.
→ She has only had one serious boyfriend but he was using her affection as a means to spend her money and whore himself around behind her back. Ever since their break up she has had a hard time trusting people.

❝Death: 'Without endings there would be no new beginnings, without change there would be no butterflies.' ❞

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

I'd say we take a roll call of active members and mark down those who want to move forward. I know our GM is still really busy with life obligations, and I'm not sure what's going on with our other folks. But if there's like three or four of us I think we can move the story around and at least keep it alive until the other guys get back.

So, if you want to stay active in this thread say"Aye!" And I'll do a quick double check with @prankfox to see if he has any problem with us moving forward with a story.

[Cancelled] Children of the Apocalypse

@chrysocoma I updated my CS, let me know if you'd like me to change anything. You guys have put a lot of hard work into this RP, I think it's very impressive and you should be proud.

The Lions of Rhaetia (CANCELLED)

The bugle sounded, and the world became a haze of movement.

Moments before Teddy was sitting atop Sir Briggs talking to his friend Willie about finding the bridge and seeing the yellow-coated Tallions. "Them Canaries ain't nothin'" said Willie, feigning hubris. "I bet we can take this whole place an' ain't lose a man!" The two boys had been debating as to whether there were more soldiers on the other side of the bridge or if the Tallions had just stopped by to tell the villagers to watch for any sign of an enemy. It made sense to Teddy they'd be watching their backs in case the rebels tried to inch up on the main army which was still supposed to be further north fighting hard against the Rhaetian garrison at Darmstadt. He refused to believe there'd be a concentrated force this far south, and he told his friend that all this hubbub about a charge down the hill was mostly for show. Willie, picking up on the need to make things seem less frightening, had taken to calling the Tallions "Canaries" after Teddy told him their coats were yellow, and the boys had one of those nervous laughs meant to break the tension and help everyone feel more relaxed. Catching the sign from their Sergeant they began the march downhill with the rest of the soldiers.

Then the woman screamed like she was being murdered, then stopped as if she had, and the world became deadly silent.

Teddy heard himself swallow. The bugle sounded, and it was as if the unit was a single mind moving fast at a target. Sergeant Hecht was off to Teddy's right, brandishing his sword and screaming the charge! Teddy looked forward, his own sword had found its way to his hand and was pointing threateningly forward. Up ahead he saw half naked Canaries begin to pour out of a large building, some of them started running towards the bridge. "Yeah Run ya' Cowards!" Someone screamed near him.

CRASH!!! he barreled into a wide eyed Tallion who was pulling up his pants; Sir Briggs took an extra moment to trample the soldier's face. Too fast! Teddy thought wildly, How did we get here so Fast!? Something wet splashed his face, his hand went to wipe it off and he saw red on his fingers. He glanced down and saw the bloody mess of lump and hair that was the soldier's head; Sir Briggs reared up in challenge and triumph at his kill.

A musket cracked next to him and he was suddenly yanked sideways, Sir Briggs went with him and they both fell on the hard, trampled ground. Teddy got up, sword still in his hand somehow, just as a Tallion soldier was running at him with a bayonet pointed to kill. My Horse! was Teddy's thought as he side stepped, grabbed the hot barrel of the musket with his left hand and swung down with the saber in his right onto the neck of the surprised soldier. It felt like cutting into the pigs he slaughtered back at home. Teddy watched the soldier fall limp with a splattering of blood, at this point musket fire was everywhere. He stooped over to check his horse and grab his rifle.

Sir Briggs kicked himself to his feet and then, with a roaring neigh, charged at a close by window where a soldier was preparing a musket to fire again; chunks of plaster and wood broke free under the onslaught of the stallion's murderous hooves. Teddy ran into the doorway, somehow swinging his loaded carbine as he ran and with a smooth motion and fired at the face of the man at the window. The man's head snapped back violently, then Teddy was rammed by something hard from his front side and he was lying on his back on the ground outside of the cottage again.

A Canary with with a heavy sword in his hand ran out the door to finish Teddy and was trampled immediately by Sir Briggs who was possessed by some bloodlust Teddy had never seen before in a horse. Suddenly Teddy felt numb, scared, and overwhelmed by the chaos around him. The adrenaline had begun to where off and he felt very small. He had to get out of there, he had to go somewhere and hide. He clambered to his feet and jumped over the broken pile of human flesh his horse had created to get back into the house. He crawled into a corner, sat down, and pulled his legs up to his chest. He began to rock, and then he began to weep uncontrollably.

Outside the walls he heard loud noises of screams and musket fire. He knew his people were dying, he knew he had to get back out there, but he couldn't catch his breath. He heard a horse whinny in furious victory, and he knew it was Sir Briggs. What in the hell is going on with that horse? He thought, and somehow that brought him back. He blinked away his tears, wiped his face with his sleeve, and he gave himself a moment to reload his weapon.

With weak knees he stood up, then the world exploded with the unexpected roar of a canon.

[Cancelled] Children of the Apocalypse

updated, let me know if I need to change anything. I wrote this sleepy

I don't know if I need to add anything or take anything away, or if I need to write up a backstory or anything like that. I wasn't sure what was supposed to go under the "Humanity" section. Thank you

Pooh Bear

F A C T I O N : Metahuman N A M E : Pooh Bear N I C K N A M E : Bear A G E : 13 S K I L L S : Frenzy, Navigate, Climb H U M A N I T Y : S T R E N G T H ○○○○○○○○○○ 4 D E X T E R I T Y ○○○○○○○○○○ 2 C O N S T I T U T I O N ○○○○○○○○○○ 2 I N T E L L I G E N C E ○○○○○○○○○○ W I S D O M ○○○○○○○○○○ C H A R I S M A ○○○○○○○○○○ B A C K S T O R Y : Pooh Bear traveled with a group of his brothers and sisters for many years, surviving in the barren wastelands. He didn't think about where he came from, and he didn't ever know where the squad was going, he felt safe depending on the leader of the squad to direct him. One day there was a big storm of wind, rain, and sand, and Pooh Bear was separated from his crew. For a long time he looked for them, but it seemed like they were gone forever. He has found a new squad now, a squad of not just Metas but of others who reminded him of something he feels like he has forgotten. He likes his new squad, and he will protect them with his life. The Old Squad P E R S O N A L I T Y : Bear prefers to communicate through grunts and pointing, he is not much for conversation, but he likes to listen. He is fiercely loyal to the people who are his "crew" and he does things that are innocently kind and sweet for them. He is a fighter, without a doubt, and he lives in constant pain from the mutations which ravage his body. He knows that his value is in his ability to be violent, and he feels very happy to have his place.

The Ward

Marty

Full Name:

Martin Aukvaron

Age:

39

Nationality:

American

Appearance:

Caucasion male, 5'6, 180 lbs. Brown Hair, green eyes, muscular build. No visible tattoos, 1-inch scar on thumb. Soft hands, no calluses.

Background:

[INMATE HISTORY EXPUNGED BY WARDEN]

Talents:

Canning, camping, wilderness survival. Claims to have a skill set necessary to survive the "End of Days," and "Second Coming of Christ." Has a degree in group psychology and a Masters of Theology.

Personal Effect:

A broken, decorative brass compass contained in a small wooden hinge box. On the back is laser etched a cross and the Bible verse:

I Peter 5:8, "Above all love each other deeply, for love covers a multitude of sins."