ONL

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:The Meeting

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Silence. Well it was something else than Thalia's sarcastic comment earlier, so who was Alexander to complain. He took what he got, and the fact that he was inside the tank was more than enough him. But Alexander, who tried to re-enter the silence put upon by Thalia, instead began to think. Not of anything in particular, just something that stuck out to him in what she had said. The face of the old soldier went from a sterner look, though still with his smile in place, to a grin.

"Hmhmhmhm, hehe...Sounded just like Bush Jr." Alexander whispered to himself, remembering that one time President Bush had goofed up the phrase 'Fools me once'. Even if he had been a goof, Alexander still missed him, or the time when he was president. Less Walkers back then.

Something less goofy to laugh about was the fact that Lola seemed to botch whatever plan Thalia had made, and suddenly decided to be the first one out of the tank. And Thalia didn't seem to like it, taking her reaction into consideration. Alexander too asked "...the fuck indeed...", before popping his head up out of the hatch after Thalia. He saw the same people as the Dynamic Duo, watching Thalia eventually jumping off the tank and walking towards the group of people.

Alexander decided to remain in the tank, seating himself in the hatch so that he could quickly crouch back into the bucket of bolts. Not that he had ever driven a tank for real, but he knew a few things. "So Lola, if shit hits the fan, is this thing armed?"

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:The street of Cairo, headed for the Barracks --> Qasr El Nil Barracks

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If it hadn't been her words, Josephine's kiss on Haakon's cheek calmed him down from the earlier conversation. Either it was her calm attitude towards the sitation or the kiss itself, but the trace of spite in Haakon melted away like the snow in spring. Instead he found himself breathing calmly again, like he had continued smoking that cigarette, thought that still rested half-smoken between his fingers. And like Josephine, he entered his quarters to get changed.

First off him was his fedora, thankfully untouched by the bloody table standing between his interrogator and Haakon Then his sweaty shirt and dirtied pants from the little joy-ride with the prison-van. After a quick wash of his face, Haakon had the privilige of changing clothes for the first time in what felt like forever. He chose to wear a clean, white shirt and light brown pants. Less formal than what he had worn before, but it was far less dirty and smelly after their endevours, so he wasn't complaining.

But what then? Haakon looked down at his pocket-watch, wondering how much time had passed. How much time did he have before the legal man returned? Soon? Five minutes? The longer he looked at it, the longer time felt passing, and so he pocketed the watch. No need to stand there and watch time fly, even though that was pretty much all he had energy for right then.

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location:The Egyptian Museum

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"My good Sir, mostly two reasons weigh in on my wish to seek employment here." Mahendra said most humbly to Mr. Kohns as he was asked about his reasoning for applying there. Like the man holding Mahendra's imminent future in his hand - beside the Gods of course -, the Bengali removed his hat, but placed in calmly in his lap while he folded his hands.

"I'm deeply interested in the archelogical significance that is unfolding itself here in Egypt, Sir. Yes, I might have been involved in digs of interest both in England and my own homeland, but Egypt is...Egypt, Sir. And then there is my personal reasons. I served here in Egypt, defending the Canal from Turks. I became a man in your land, Sir, and the memories of friendship and war I have not forgotten. Perhaps that also is why I am here, as to not forget in the first place..."

Mahendra sighed quietly, leaning forward slightly over the desk as if not wishing to be overheard. "My background may sound promising, but as an Indian I am...well, not particuarly renowned as more than an assistance in those projects. I am by no means a rich man of my occupation, and so I take what I can. Perhaps this run-back, as you say, can get me on a righter track this time?"

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@T RisketI'm glad to see that you're still alive, man. How are things up at your end?

Hunt for the Wild Dakota (ONL & LovelyAnastasia)

It's all right, I'm patient ^^ I know the posts will come when they do, so no worries.

Post Your Pikcha

@SigurdProve it.

In Too Deep - A futuristic Lovecraftian experience

@LeidenschaftLooking back at it, I'm ashamed that I have to agree. Probably wasn't a good idea giving the CS the finishing touches when I instead should have gone to bed hours earlier. I'll do my best to fix the issues as soon as possible.

In Too Deep - A futuristic Lovecraftian experience

Hider

Basic Information

Name:

Kristoffer Foyn Sørstad

Nicknames:

Kris/Chris, Greenie

Gender:

Male

Age:

36

Ethnicity:

Caucuasian

Nationality:

Norway

Occupation:

Marine biologist and Greenpeace activist

Appearance

Physique:

Kristoffer's build is what you'd call 'fairly average'; He's got some muscles here and there from occationaly working out and manning the ship, but isn't muscular in that sense.

Height:

175cm - 5ft 9 inches

Weight:

74 kilograms - 163lbs

Hair:

Dark brown

Eyes:

Brown

Skin:

Fair

Scars / Markings / Etc:

N/A

Clothing Description:

Kristoffer can be seen wearing practical clothing that fits the occation and current situation. On a warm and sunny day, he wears a buttoned shirt with its sleeves upfolded and knee-high shorts with too many pockets than he has use for. But when nature is at her worst, he does whatever good Norwegian feels neccecary and changes his attire; a navy blue, woolen beanie on his head, a thick water-proof jacket, a good pair of pants and proper boots. And don't forget the fingerless gloves!

Inventory

• Nikon camera w/ shoulderstrap
• Swiss army knife
• Smartphone
• Notebook and pencil
• Laptop and external harddisk
• Binoculars
• ID
• Headphones

Identity

Personality:

One of the first things you might notice about Kristoffer upon first sight, is that he smiles. A lot. And surprisingly to those only knowing of the Norwegian stereotype, the smile is genuine. He shows a open politeness and interest in getting to know new people around him, happily striking up conversation with people he's yet to meet. The same applies for those he like to call friends, showing kindness and generiousity towards them.

He believes in the value of all living beings, especially after experiencing what pain are caused human greed by his very own family. Therefore he never takes kindly to people treating animals poorly, and is one of the main reasons he became a marine biologist in the first place. All in all, Kristoffer is actually a really nice guy.

Really, as long as he's not got a fight to pick with you.

And a fight he's got to pick with many; fishermen and whalers, oil-tychoons, industrialists, fur-farmers, climate-change deniers, the list goes on. He's polite until he realizes you're one of these people, and then the northernen comes out in him. He'll have the tendency to shout at you and argue his face blue why you're wrong and he's right. Now he won't go as far as to hit you in the face...intentionally at least, but he'll give you looks that could kill you.

Possibly even arrange a Greenpeace demonstration against the whaling-ship and cause it to sink...

Strengths:
Kristoffer is dedicated to all forms of life and the preserving of their lives, and is this deeply curious as to what can be learned about them. This dedication combines finely with his sharp eyes and quick thinking, helping him to notice movement out at sea and down in the darkness, him ready with his camera or phone. It helps that he's quite experienced after many years out at sea. This experience has hardened him too, making him shrug off minor injuries, bad weather and the like.

Weaknesses:

What then can be argued to be his weaknesses? Well...he might have a bad habit of not working so well with people he either doesn't like, or doesn't agree with. You can blame his previous experiences with his family and protests for that, causing him to go as far as to sabotage other people's work research. Or you could hammer him with his family's past enough to make him flip out at you.

What else? Oh yes, he's what you can call an 'idealist'. Kristoffer firmly believes in the value of ALL animal life, even if his own or other people's lives are in danger. It won't be uncommon for him to stop others from stopping a dangerous animal, say for example a big shark, about to attack them, just because he always thinks there is a peaceful way out of the sticky situaton.

Likes:

• Photography
• Reading
• Lazy days on a calm ocean during the day
• Cooking. Eating hardly any meat, if any at all, he's come to enjoy experimenting with food and gotten half-decent at it too.
• Proving himself right over others

Dislikes:

• His family
• Spending too much time on land. Perhaps he's gotten too much salt-water in his veins?
• Know-it-alls. Nothing get's on his nerves than stubborn people not understanding that he's right. Can you believe him?
• Anything and anyone clearly endangouring the enviornment.
• Cats. He doesn't know why, there's just something...esoretic about them that gives him the creeps.

Fears:

• Failing to save marine life
• Never getting out of his family's past
• Never going back to sea
• The shapeless presence that he's seen in his dreams...no, not dreams, but nightmares.

Biography

Kristoffer Foyn Sørstad. The black sheep of the Foyn Sørstad-family. The one to break away from everything the family stood for and attempt to carve out his own mark on history. The younger brother who became the outcast, and yet, not the first one to be of particular interest to our story. But that's not important now, so let us focus on Kris himself. Kristoffer was born into the relative wealthy family of Foyn Sørstad, decendents of a famous and equally important whaler from the 1800's. Like their predecessor, his family continued the line of work of whale-hunting and processing, which was still not banned in Norway at the current present.

Kristoffer himself, however, knew little of the harsh reality his family dabbled in as he grew up. The younger brother in the flock of siblings showed from an early age a commendable source of joy and compassion, continuesly smiling and playing with both his siblings and other friends. Not that there were too many other children around his hometown, located far north in the least populated area of Norway. He didn't think about why they had decided to live there, for to him it was a normality. It wasn't until many years later that he started to question his parents' reasoning for living relatively isolated for such a wealthy family.

It was when Kristoffer was perhaps 12 or 13 years old that his grandfather decided to take him with him on a little trip. Perhaps he thought that Kristoffer was old enough to witness the work that his family had done for ages, or perhaps he was simply a little bored? We don't know, but the first was certainly not what happened. Kristoffer was taken down to the harbour where he and his grandfather waited. And waited. For what? Kristoffer asked, but his grandfather wasn't saying. Not that he can remember much of what they were talking about in the meantime, just of some old story about a relative a long time ago and witnessing something horrific in the Pacific Ocean. What he do remember is what one of the ships dragged into the harbour.

A whale. A living, but bleeding whale, dragged by the big ship that carried the name of his family. Whatever his grandfather, or the rest of his family matter thought he would think of this, they surely didn't expect Kristoffer to react how he did. He cried. A mix of immense sadness for the sorry animal desperatlely trying to escape its imminent fate with ever weaker efforts, and anger towards those responsible for it. The sailors, the harpoon-gunner, the captain, and his family. No matter what they tried to tell him afterwards, he couldn't see them as anything other than...than...than cruel.

Fast-forward six years, and Kristoffer finally left the only place he had called home. He simply couldn't live with the people he once knew as family anymore. The distance had only grown over those years, turning Kristoffer into a young man loathing them. He travelled south to the capital, Oslo, to begin a new life. The worst part was to find a new place to live, but he found something much better; a friend. He got into contact with an animal-welfare activist protesting outside the parlimanet, slowly but surely understanding his place in this world full of cruelty; if the animals couldn't fight back, then he would fight for them.

Part of that destiny involved learning as much as possible about said creatures, and with the help of various new friends and a few loans, Kristoffer applied, went to and managed to pull through university with a master's degree in marine-biology. What followed was small odd-jobs for various museums, animal-welfare and enviornmental groups, before he was given a job at a government research vessel. Some argued that he duly deserved the job due to his skills and zeal, while others hinted that his family might not have wanted their son to end up in the gutter. Kristoffer doesn't accknowledge the second theory at all.

By the time Kristoffer was well over 30, he had worked with more marine life than he could count and supported various protests against anything threatening marine- and animal life. Even by that age he had experienced half the world's ocean and every continent, coming into contact with many indigenous people in assitance of their livelyhoods, just to name a few. Perhaps that was why he was given an offer to work on an UN-mission. The destination was the Mariana Trench in the Pacific Ocean. The mission, to investigate the decline of marine life in the area. How could Kristoffer refuse?

Skills and Stats

Gifted(+5): Biology - Awareness
Adept(+3): Persuasion - SERE - Geology
Average(+2): Anthropology - First Aid - Stealth
Novice(+1): Engineering - Hand-to-Hand - History - Crafting

Languages
Norwegian & English

Relationships

Relationship Status: Single
Family: None that he wishes to speak of.
Opinions of Other Researchers/Crewmembers:

• None as of yet

Miscellaneous

Other:

In Too Deep - A futuristic Lovecraftian experience

Still chipping away at my own CS, hope it will be just as successful as the two others!

No pressure on my whatsoever...

Friend or Foe?

@MeepI see where you're coming from, sort of "taking over" the RP so to speak. But I personally would just happy to see that my RP survived instead of died because of my absense. Not that I speak on behalf of Kelewen of course ^^

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Heavy

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: Badwater Basin --> Platform City Subway
Word Count: 1250
Tag: @Majoras End@Tenma Tendo@Lugubrious@Lugubrious

"Mission begins in 10 seconds!"

The spawn room, a mere second earlier filled with buzzling laughter and the unmistakable sound of shells loaded into various guns, turned dead silent at the Announcer's words. 10 seconds; 10 seconds before all hell break loose for the group of mercenaries of Reliable Excavation Demolition, RED. Amongst the group of different misfits of men, shunned by society for various reasons and earning their daily bread by killing those pesky good-for-nothing mercs of BLU, a rather tall individual stood out.

"5...4...3...2..."

The daunting figure of a man cracked his neck to each side, audibly getting ready for the task lain in front of them. In front of himself. The mission was simple; defend the bomb-cart on its way forward, killing any and all BLU standing in his way. The others would support him with rockets, sentries, back-stabbing knives and dubious healing-tools.

And he?

Hide, cowards!

"ONE!"

He was just the Russian giant with a massive minigun.

The steel shutters flew open, letting in the sunlight as the men of RED poured into the open. The Heavy stampeded forward, now wielding his infamous minigun and heading straight for the bomb-cart. Over the eager shouts of imminent combat, he heard gunshots at the top of the hill in front of them. A BLU Engineer had put up a small sentry-gun, able to lay down heavy fire upon the Heavy's teammates and friends. There was only way to fix this.

"I destroy coward toys!" The Heavy shouted out in the general direction of the sentry, spinning up his minigun and opening fire at it. It wasn't difficult to see the bullets fly through the air and hit the steel plated-sentry. The poor sentry-gun didn't stand a chance against the Heavy's...well, heavy armaments, and soon blew up in the facy of the Engineer desperatly trying to fix it. "Oooooh, run, run! I'm coming for you!" Heavy's heavily accented words bellowed out, letting his finger off the trigger and turning his attention back to the bomb-cart. It was moving. Good.

The Heavy walked slowly beside the cart, still holding his minigun ready to mow down the sorry babies of the enemy team if he so got the chance. The cart drove forward into a tunnel, muffling the sound of vicious fighting outside enough for the Heavy to hear a strange noise behind him. He stopped his pacing, looking over his shoulder while he whispered. "Doktor?" A chuckle came from behind him, followed by the sound of a knife. "Non, mon ami."

Unfortunately the Spy underestimated his brutish target, giving the Heavy the split second enough to turn around and block the blade about to enter his back with his minigun. But at what cost? "...Sasha..." A look of sheer horror forced itself onto the Heavy's face as he saw the scratch on the gun's barrel. That look of horror, however, turned into pure fury. "No one touch my gun!" The Heavy shouted out, putting away his beloved 'Sasha' and raising his fists. It was clear that the Spy too saw the anger, for the blue uniform was starting to become invisible. Heavy was having none of that. With the entire force of his body, he threw a right-fist punch at the Spy, cracking several ribs of the poor Frenchmen as the invisible figure turned blue, and then with spots of red. But the Heavy wasn't done yet.

"Nobody..." The Heavy walked towards the prone Spy, picking him up with his left hand with ease. "...touches..." The massive fist held tightly around the thin arm of the Spy, holding him close to the Heavy's face. "...my Sasha." Heavy's last words were followed by what could only amount to the Punch of the Year straight into the Spy's face. Whatever remained of it, it sure wasn't pretty, and the Spy didn't stand up again when Heavy had dropped him. If the whole BLU team was going to treat him and Sasha like that, they were going to have a bad day.

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At first Heavy was confused, more so than the Russian giant usually was. The letter he had recived wasn't like anything he had ever read, seen or heard of before. Really, he had thought the strange creature delivering it in fact was a Blue Spy trying to get revenge on him. But the fact that he had never seen a Spy disguised as a turtle on a cloud gave the Koopa enough time to deliver its letter and get away without getting shot at. The letter itself was even stranger.

Dear Hero,

You are receiving this letter because you were chosen to undertake a most challenging task. Your life will be endangered if you so choose to selflessly take up arms in defense of your world as well as others…

Heavy showed it to all of his teammates, even the enigmatic Pyro, but none had heard of the so-called 'Mugen Virus', not even the Medic. But they all agreed on two things; one, it sounded even more dangerous that The Machines. Two, if Heavy was called upon to stop this virus from taking over the world, he should probably go. The Heavy felt so too, knowing fully well how dangerous the metal men were and how close they had come to take his dear Sasha away from him. The Medic too. Tears were shed, a few sandwiches were consumed and goodbyes given before Heavy touched the 'Yes' on the letter. The only thing he remember feeling then, was the feeling of falling.

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The rest seemed to happen quicker than Heavy was able to react; he found himself inside an massive...something. Sort of a building, but not the ones he had been fighting inside usually. The next thing he'd comprehend, was when he was walking down a corridor with a group of other people. At least he thought they were people, for they looked different than those he usually were around. Very, very different. The lead man, calling himself 'Alucard' or something along those lines, were leading them to what soon looked like a metro-station, or as the Scout, Soldier and Engineer called it, a subway station. The Heavy looked with a mix of awe and sceptisism at all the new sights to behold; the train all decorated like something he had seen for the Halloween battles he'd fought in, and the various other figures that were assembled there.

"World is getting strange every day..." The Heavy whispered to himself. He understood that he was no longer what he surely would call 'Home', but even this was getting strange by his standards. But the philosophical enquiry would have to wait, as the goal of his calling to this strange realm was told.

Apparently the two others he had come in with, the little child and the other in a...different apparel, were to follow the cloaked man called 'Slayer' and best a Lord of Halloween. The Heavy didn't understand what 'to best' meant, but he never argued at a mission before, so why should he now? Alucard promptly left the group of what he had called 'heroes', leaving them alone amongst each other. The Heavy looked at the group, trying to see any familiar faces. A few he recognized, faces of famous heroes of the past, legends so to speak. Others he had no recallection of, though they didn't have any tell-tale signs of being a Spy. For now. Heavy sighed, feeling a need to introduce himself to who he only guessed were his new team-mates in this fight against the Molly-virus...Molden-virus...some very very bad virus!

"Privetstvuyu tovarishchey. I am Heavy Weapons Guy, and I am here to be hero...and save world of course. You are not Spy, are you?"