Pathfinder

Shadow of the Colossus RP

Name: Conrad Kurz

Age: 34

Appearance:

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armor

History: Had a very average child hood, all things considered. Having been born the son of a knight it was expected of him to become one as well, so he did. As he matured and grew, so did his martial prowess as a knight until he could easily take on other knights in single combat. But as he grew old, he realized he didn't know what he was fighting for, the lord had become corrupt and the land was being encroached on from all sides. Seeing no honor in dying for nothing, Conrad left. Now he seeks a worthy mission. (Kinda just a skeleton story, more will be revealed in the story)

Personality: Stern, no nonsense, and truthful. Conrad isn't a man for lies and instead of doing so he just wont speak. If you are worth his time he will let you know as will he do should you prove not worth his time. If you were to become his comrade, he will lay down his life for you and his word is a binding contract. Should he make a promise to you he will fulfill it, or die trying.

Wish they Desire: He only seeks a worthy challenge in his growing age, should a wish come up he shall surely work towards it.

Other: Sil'nyy, his horse, is not a quick breed. It is a war horse, bread to be brimming with strength and full of endurance. It may not be the fast, but it is reliable. Does not consume alcohol.

Shadow of the Colossus RP

color me interested. I'll post a sheet within the hour.

Powerless

Interested.

Kinetik

Jerry awoke with one of his headaches, a piercing pain that stabbed directly into his brain. It took all of his willpower to resist from crying out. With a whimper here and there, the headache went away. After it left, Jerry decided it was as good a time as any to get up. Lifting the lid of the dumpster he lived in, Jerry got out and went through his usual hygiene schedule. Walking into one of the dingier metros, Jerry washed his hair in the sink, brushed his teeth with some paper towels, and rinsed some of the caked on dirt off. Satisfied with what he could do, Jerry started to look for some breakfast.

Being that it was Tuesday, Jerry couldn't go to "Ralph's Sandwich Shak" so he decided to just dig into some garbage and hope for the best. After finding some food that had seen better days, Jerry didn't really know what to do. There wasn't any charity events to do, at least none that he could go to, and the soup kitchen wasn't taking volunteers at the moment. Thinking back on it, Jerry should have gone there for breakfast. Whatever, its in the past. With no better thing to do, Jerry headed off into the crummier parts of town. There had to be someone there he could help.

Titans of Earth

I would say its a momentum thing, it takes a lot of force to move a train or car, but not alot to run around.

@DeadBeatWalking If you don't wanna do that, than I would suggest rewording that sentence to make a little bit more sense, it is kind of confusing.

Titans of Earth

As the last of the sedatives left his system, finally being burnt up. Nathan was able to fully take in his surroundings. Ahead of him was several men, hushed whispers and occasional stares coming from them. It wasn't a major issue, he had grown accustomed to it while living on the streets. Looking to his right there was a lineup of people, some looked more odd than others. Like the guy with the floaty hair, the chick with the purple hair, and the girl right next to him who appeared to have dog ears and a tail. Ok, so that wasn't a drug induced hallucination. Well then, that's not something you see everyday.

As Nathans gaze traveled down the line he noticed a girl with what looks like an, "OH MAN! Is that a dog? I love dogs." Nathan thought to himself. Lost in his thoughts, Nathan was dragged back to reality to the stinging in his hands, remembering Alaska. With a sigh, Nathan just stared at his hands. Eventually they would heal, but the scars would still be there. A constant reminder that he lost his temper. With the drugs out of his system nothing stopped the flood of regret from breaking into his mind and with the already thick tension in the air, Nathan's shoulders slouched, bummed out.

Looking at the girl next to him, Nathan felt like asking about her ears but held back. Not wanting to offend the girl. No need to make enemies just yet. So Nathan just slouched there, bummed out, pained, and drug free. Kind of wishing that he had more sedatives.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Its a little odd really, one moment people were posting like wild fire and the next their not. I think it has something to do with the site being down for a couple days.

The Miller Valley Counseling Center - Support Group RP

ZayZe said
Yo Pathfinder D20 player? :o I'm trying to get into it but I don't really know what to do. I think I'm gonna just do my own thing haha I get the basic's though I think like DC, AC, and all that good stuff. My polyhedral dice just came in the mail today wut wut!

HELLS YA! What you really want for a good game is a nice GM, one that knows how to have fun but can still add rules. An example would be theres no rules saying you can pull down a chimney to take out a bad guy, but their are no rules saying you cant. Our GM came up with a system of letting us do stuff outside the games perimeters, like bringing down a chimney on an enemy. At the end of the day you just need to have fun.

The Miller Valley Counseling Center - Support Group RP

As a rule of thumb, I usually don't post again unless three other people have posted.

The Night Life

Name: Devon Collins

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Stiff drinks, his job, good friends.
Dislikes: People with no respect, cowards, weaklings.

Position: Smoking lounge bartender, serves stiff drinks. Flowery drinks like martinis and the such can go to another bartender.

Weapon: Benelli M4 shotgun, M1 trench knife.

Specialization: Enforcer, makes sure that the Don's laws are fallowed and does most of the business shake downs.

Personality: No nonsense, gruff, and trusting. Devon isn't one for lying, unless its to protect the business or a friend. Since he doesn't lie otherwise he usually gets away with it. Devon is content in his job and doesn't really have any objections. He wakes up, enjoys his job as a bartender, maybe breaks some skulls, and goes home. Nothing more, nothing less. A man of simple, but refined tastes.

History: Devon was always a serious kid, he didn't always smile and he was always looking out for his mother. Dad had skipped out when he found out mom was pregnant. Ever since he could, he used his immense size and intimidating nature to rough people up and take their money. All to support his mother. After a couple of years of this, mom got sick, even with the extra money coming from Devon, they bring enough money in and she soon became terminal. When she died, Devon was 18 years old. Eventually Devon worked his way into gang work and proved himself a useful enforcer, being able to force people to give up money and making sure they fallowed the rules. As Devon reached 25, the gang he was working for was thrust into a gang war that devastated their men, eventually the gang crumbled and the rest were absorbed into the rival gang. At least, not Devon. After the war, Devon was contacted by the "Dusty Roads" casino. It seemed they needed a bartender with his set of "special skills" not fully understanding what they meant but seeing the sizable sum of money enclosed in the envelope, he decided to join. Ever since then he has served the Dusty Road faithfully.

Pic/Description:

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Other: Likes dogs and owns several strays he has found over the years. Several known animal abusers have "disappeared" recently.

Favorite drinks are scotch, whiskey, and milk.