neogreggory

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

So, how's it goin? Everybody having a good time?

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Greggory was taking a long gulp from his drink, contemplating a video game he had been playing the last few days, when he saw the two figures standing by one another. They were an interesting pair to say the least, one was a fairly upstanding looking girl, was she reaching for the table? Maybe she had trouble standing.
The other one looked like some trash. Oi! Greggory corrected himself, don't be rude, you bloody bigot. he thought, as he sized up the boys stance. Was he holding something?...

Oh. OH. What was to be done? Hmm, ahh, err.

"Hey, what's going on?!" Greggory shouts over the din of the other students. Not sure if he was heard, Greggory pushed back his tray, stood up and started marching towards the encounter. He's going to stab me. I'm going to get stabbed. If I get stabbed, than she won't. S**t. Okay. he thought, and half mumbled to himself, as he strode closer to the pair, hoping that he wasn't about to get stabbed.

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Clearly the greatest of plans, preforming an armed robbery in the middle of a crowded room. I see no way Junk's plan could possibly go wrong.

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It was the first day of school.

And Greggory was running late.

His dad was at work early in the morning, and with his brother staying at a friends Greggory had no secondary line of defense when his alarm clock failed him. When he did awake, it was in a bolt, as he quickly and awkwardly scrambled to get ready for school.
Luck would have it that Greggory moved rather quickly when rushed, and despite a few simple mistakes, such as a forgotten pencil and a few moments where he stood still doing nothing trying to sort out his thoughts, he actually managed to arrive at school in the nick of time. Mind he was exhausted as he ran into his first class of the day. But aside from having to catch his breath he faired as well to be expected once class began.
The next two classes as well were quite easy. That could of course be due to how little attention Greggory found himself devoting to the classes in question. Not that he wasn't interested, but he simply could not find himself caring about it. When the lunch bell rang Greggory was off, ready to get some food inside him, though that required navigating the harsh crowds. Hanging to the side of the hall to avoid bumping shoulders with too many people Greggory in time made his way to the cafeteria, and after retrieving a tray and receiving the days meal made his way to a nice empty table in the corner of the room, far from other people.
Of course, the table wouldn't remain empty long, but Greggory could hope he thought as he began his meal.

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Greggory Wick

Name: Greggory Arthur Wick

Alliases: Gregg

Age: 17

Powers/Abilities As these will be introduced later, I see no reason to set anything in stone until later.

Height: 5'11"

Appearance: Thin, though not overly so, with vaguely angular features. Grey blue eyes hide behind a pair of glasses while white, almost pasty skin hides under more often than not a pair of jeans and a simple tea shirt bearing a design linked to some videogame or show or some such other. Upon his chins sprouts the beginnings of a beard, and peach fuzz decorates his lips, the start of what could one day be a fine beard and mustache. His hair is a dull brown, cut short and laying to the side and oft weighed down by grease.

Personality: Witty, kind and oft quite funny, though prone to sarcasm. Greggory is plagued by social anxiety and constant self doubt. Quick to help anyone in need, even at his own detriment. Greggory doesn't make much in the way of plans. He has no long term goals, nor any idea how he'd go about them even if he possessed such things. Fate would have it luckily, that Greggory won't have to be thinking over hard on his future career what with the nonsense soon to drown his life.

History: Greggory lived a less than simple life. His early years were rough, between troubles with school, issues at home and frequent moving it made things difficult to say the least. Recently moved in Greggory is simply trying to get through high school, even if everything about it is hell to him.

Anything else?/Trivial facts: When it comes to matters that matter to him, Greggory has a damn perfect memory. He's also bad at remembering names. Oh, and he really likes videogames and junk.

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Greggory Wick

Name: Greggory Arthur Wick

Alliases: Gregg

Age: 17

Powers/Abilities As these will be introduced later, I see no reason to set anything in stone until later.

Height: 5'11"

Appearance: Thin, though not overly so, with vaguely angular features. Grey blue eyes hide behind a pair of glasses while white, almost pasty skin hides under more often than not a pair of jeans and a simple tea shirt bearing a design linked to some videogame or show or some such other. Upon his chins sprouts the beginnings of a beard, and peach fuzz decorates his lips, the start of what could one day be a fine beard and mustache. His hair is a dull brown, cut short and laying to the side and oft weighed down by grease.

Personality: Witty, kind and oft quite funny, though prone to sarcasm. Greggory is plagued by social anxiety and constant self doubt. Quick to help anyone in need, even at his own detriment. Greggory doesn't make much in the way of plans. He has no long term goals, nor any idea how he'd go about them even if he possessed such things. Fate would have it luckily, that Greggory won't have to be thinking over hard on his future career what with the nonsense soon to drown his life.

History: Greggory lived a less than simple life. His early years were rough, between troubles with school, issues at home and frequent moving it made things difficult to say the least. Recently moved in Greggory is simply trying to get through high school, even if everything about it is hell to him.

Anything else?/Trivial facts: When it comes to matters that matter to him, Greggory has a damn perfect memory. He's also bad at remembering names. Oh, and he really likes videogames and junk.

I admit, it could be better. Well, it is what it is. I leave this here for judgement then.

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

Holding back his grin, Garocks said, "I'd 'ave to be some kind of stupid git to turn down an offa like dat." And passing the bulky laser weapon to the boss said, while pointing at various parts of the contraption, "Dis iz da bit you pull to shoot, dis little fing showz 'ow much powa is left, if it runz out ya gonna need to shove a new battery in, but wit itz current charge you should be fine for a few fights. On account of all the powa there's some kick, not dat you'll be noticin' much boss wit how strong you are." Garocks takes a step back, about to leave before saying, "Enjoy it boss, youz earned it."

Stepping out of the tent, and halfway back to Da Fortrezz Garocks mumbles under his breath, "Oh, and if itz starting to glow red dat means it might be about to explode, but dat's fine right boss? heheh" Of course, the odds of the weapon actually exploding in Kragot's hands weren't huge, and then the odds of it being lethal much less so, but there was the ever small chance that the various focusing crystals and conflicting power sources could end up leaving a crater as large as the boss' tent. Of course, Garocks wasn't dumb enough to tell that to the boss' face, and really, the odds weren't that high. Stepping into the back of Da Fortrezz Garocks ascended the ladder into his workshop and took a look over the scrap. If Kragot was telling the truth, than Garocks was looking forward to all the fings he could build soon.

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

Garock wasn't five whole steps into the ramshackle abode of the boss before he was beset by the larger ork. Garock looked up at the boss, though careful to not look the boss in the eyes, as Garocks had learnt already from other bosses he worked under that the bosses didn't like it when one of the boyz under them started acting like one of their equals, and Garocks didn't want to be seen as a rival by Kragot.

"I gotz myself an idea, and built a big an' shiny rapid shoota piece of kit." Now Garocks needed to be as clever as Mork, to make sure that the Boss bought the weapon for lots of teef. "I came in 'ere thinking one of da nobz might be around, and would like dis-" The mek said, shrugging the heavy multi barreled mess, "Didn't mean ta interrupt, if none of da nobz are in I'll be on me way." Garocks said, in a bid to catch the boss' interest.

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Truth be told, if this game is going to last for years on end I think I'll just play as myself. Socially awkward, but rather clever. Quick to sarcasm. Crippling self doubt, a desire to help any and everyone. Asperger's. Good stuff. Assuming there's no problem with any of that of course?

As for ideas for worlds our motley band will visit... I am having a hard time with thinking of anything original. My mind just keeps jumping between Ravnica and Alternia. I'm sure given some time though I can think of something interesting though.

Longest Rp ever?

I can't deny some mild interest in the concept.