DionSilyan said
T-TBully.
I take that as a compliment.
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The irony of someone telling other people they have nothing better to do when they write on a roleplaying forum is not lost on me
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Oh don't worry they're just terrorist sleeper cells LUL
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I’ve worked min wage jobs and I’ve done the bare minimum and have still gotten the measly ten cent raises yearly and good references from them. There really is no point, bare minimum gets you by.
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I take that as a compliment.
You just to easy to be mean to. Not my fault.
Silyan said
I've chosen my characters, time to work on them. And time to prove to Nyte that it won't take me weeks. cx
I'll believe it when I see it :P
And I have my first post up... Yay!....
“My name is Pyotr Nikolai. Twenty-Three years of age, Serial code 040147. My name is Peter Nikolai. Twenty-Three years of age, Serial code 040147. My name is Peter Nikolai-” The hunter repeated these words as a mantra, the only words he said while he was imprisoned at Vlad's complex. He carved another tally mark into the wall with one of his fingernails. If he hadn't lost track of time, it should have been one year, one day, fifty-two minutes, and 33 seconds since the moment he had been captured.
Being a hunter, he didn't get much in accommodation from supernatural scum. Just the cold hard ground. Maybe some food and water when they decided to remember. His physical state was very very critical, any wounds gathered from torture sessions were left largely untreated, but the pain subsided after a while at least. but at least his mind was intact, for the most part. Those cowards didn't even fight fair, he was ambushed and imprisoned. Now, he had to figure out a way to get out, and kill every single supernatural bastard he lay his eyes upon.
The worst part of it was that he didn’t even know if his cellmate was a supernatural or not, or even if the cellmate was still alive. Pyotr hadn’t bothered checking, he knew that if it was a supernatural he’d probably make a mess out of the cell mauling he or she, or have his guts splattered all over the wall trying. Besides, he needed to keep what little strength he had to prepare for any chance he got at escaping.
Pyotr glanced at the wall carvings he had made…. all he knew was that someone named Vlad ran the complex he was in right now, from conversations he had overheard from guards and whatnot. But he had nothing else to go on… the place seemed inescapable from the places he had been taken too.
It got harder to think as outside noise became louder for a bit. Pyotr couldn't tell where it was coming from, the complex played tricks on his mind anyway. The source of the noise could be right next to him, or the cell block next door. He muttered again, just in case his tormentors had decided to come for another torture session again.
“I am only allowed to discuss my name, age, and serial number under hunter code B66-666. My name is Pyotr Nikolai. Twenty-Three years of age, Serial code 0401…”
Being a hunter, he didn't get much in accommodation from supernatural scum. Just the cold hard ground. Maybe some food and water when they decided to remember. His physical state was very very critical, any wounds gathered from torture sessions were left largely untreated, but the pain subsided after a while at least. but at least his mind was intact, for the most part. Those cowards didn't even fight fair, he was ambushed and imprisoned. Now, he had to figure out a way to get out, and kill every single supernatural bastard he lay his eyes upon.
The worst part of it was that he didn’t even know if his cellmate was a supernatural or not, or even if the cellmate was still alive. Pyotr hadn’t bothered checking, he knew that if it was a supernatural he’d probably make a mess out of the cell mauling he or she, or have his guts splattered all over the wall trying. Besides, he needed to keep what little strength he had to prepare for any chance he got at escaping.
Pyotr glanced at the wall carvings he had made…. all he knew was that someone named Vlad ran the complex he was in right now, from conversations he had overheard from guards and whatnot. But he had nothing else to go on… the place seemed inescapable from the places he had been taken too.
It got harder to think as outside noise became louder for a bit. Pyotr couldn't tell where it was coming from, the complex played tricks on his mind anyway. The source of the noise could be right next to him, or the cell block next door. He muttered again, just in case his tormentors had decided to come for another torture session again.
“I am only allowed to discuss my name, age, and serial number under hunter code B66-666. My name is Pyotr Nikolai. Twenty-Three years of age, Serial code 0401…”
deadpixel101 said
Triscedeculasarau, they are beings of darkness that are able to form wings of different elements depending on the god they have aligned to, the wings sprout from glyphs on their back and they can turn them on and off, they are relatively good with magic, but have been often enslaved by stronger species due to their rarity and winged capabilitylets pretend this isn't a bad idea I thought up in seconds and move on...Well i'm not going to do it, have you seen that guy? he makes me uncomfortable..
I like the name Triscedeculasarau. It rolls off the tongue.
I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE!
G'nite.
G'nite.
Age: 25
Gender:Male
Personality: For a lack of a better word, one could see Konrad as a tired old man. He’s been through some tough times, and talks to himself, usually to complain about someone else behind their backs. He doesn’t care about the supernaturals much, he may stop excessive punishment or an execution to, as in his words “Make sure the bloody idiots don’t break the merchandise” But he is aware that death is necessary in some cases- To make an omelet, you gotta break a few eggs.
History: Joseph was a scientific genius even as a child, he already knew all of the human organs and their functions. He would catch frogs, but unlike other children, instead of setting them free, he would take a knife to dissect them to find out what exactly made them tick. At age 13, FEMA paid him a visit when a panicked neighbor called the authorities after she found out he was using enriched uranium to make a nuclear generator in his backyard, and to Joseph's dismay, they dismantled his perfectly working generator and took away his uranium. At age 18, he already had diplomas in biology, nuclear physics, chemistry, psychology, and the list went on. An extremely talented individual everyone said- but never to his face. He was somewhat of a recluse because his high intelligence made everyone around him…. uncomfortable. His job as a military scientist didn’t help much either, he was in a lab almost 24/7. And the lack of human presence made him more rational than caring. Despite having little social contact, But he found someone to love, and eventually marry. but his social awkwardness became worse after his wife of two years died in an arson by a simple street thug. After that, it seemed he didn’t really care much where his life went. He surprised government recruiters for Fallen Shadows, who had wanted him to take to job of head scientist which Konrad had rejected before several times, he actually called them to ask them if the job was still available. He grew cold and humorless, as living in Fallen Shadows had taken it’s toll- Having to process and perform many experiments, many that required opening up subjects, mutating them beyond human recognition, or executing rebellious supernaturals with nerve gas, Konrad has become desensitized to what he has been doing for three years. He finds the job boring and menial, and the only joy he gets out of it is the excitement for the potential for the next greatest scientific discovery, which is the only thing that keeps him from just simply killing himself. Each day is just like the other to him, and he grows tired of arguing with incompetent staff about every single detail...
How long they have been working at Fallen Shadows:
About 3 years now.
Position:
Head Scientist-Supervises all projects, gets to chose what experiments to conduct each day.
Scars:
Tattoos:
None.
Piercings:
None.
Extra:
He’s back, and he may take the mantle of the director- You better keep those kneecaps protected, yah? Just kidding. Or am I?
XxLyraxX said
xD Hopefully kneecaps won't get blown off this time 'round. xD You're accepted. Please delete from here and go post in the cs thread. ^^
Unfortunately you can't delete yet, but I can make the post into one word or a phrase or somethin.
Age: 25
Gender:Male
Personality: For a lack of a better word, one could see Konrad as a tired old man. He’s been through some tough times, and talks to himself, usually to complain about someone else behind their backs. He doesn’t care about the supernaturals much, he may stop excessive punishment or an execution to, as in his words “Make sure the bloody idiots don’t break the merchandise” But he is aware that death is necessary in some cases- To make an omelet, you gotta break a few eggs.
History: Joseph was a scientific genius even as a child, he already knew all of the human organs and their functions. He would catch frogs, but unlike other children, instead of setting them free, he would take a knife to dissect them to find out what exactly made them tick. At age 13, FEMA paid him a visit when a panicked neighbor called the authorities after she found out he was using enriched uranium to make a nuclear generator in his backyard, and to Joseph's dismay, they dismantled his perfectly working generator and took away his uranium. At age 18, he already had diplomas in biology, nuclear physics, chemistry, psychology, and the list went on. An extremely talented individual everyone said- but never to his face. He was somewhat of a recluse because his high intelligence made everyone around him…. uncomfortable. His job as a military scientist didn’t help much either, he was in a lab almost 24/7. And the lack of human presence made him more rational than caring. Despite having little social contact, But he found someone to love, and eventually marry. but his social awkwardness became worse after his wife of two years died in an arson by a simple street thug. After that, it seemed he didn’t really care much where his life went. He surprised government recruiters for Fallen Shadows, who had wanted him to take to job of head scientist which Konrad had rejected before several times, he actually called them to ask them if the job was still available. He grew cold and humorless, as living in Fallen Shadows had taken it’s toll- Having to process and perform many experiments, many that required opening up subjects, mutating them beyond human recognition, or executing rebellious supernaturals with nerve gas, Konrad has become desensitized to what he has been doing for three years. He finds the job boring and menial, and the only joy he gets out of it is the excitement for the potential for the next greatest scientific discovery, which is the only thing that keeps him from just simply killing himself. Each day is just like the other to him, and he grows tired of arguing with incompetent staff about every single detail...
How long they have been working at Fallen Shadows:
About 3 years now.
Position:
Head Scientist-Supervises all projects, gets to chose what experiments to conduct each day.
Scars:
Tattoos:
None.
Piercings:
None.
Extra:
He’s back, and he may take the mantle of the director- You better keep those kneecaps protected, yah? Just kidding. Or am I?
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