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Sorry but I gotta hop out, some things have popped out IRL so I gotta limit my RPs. My only request for offing Karnog is make it glorious, not some lowly bandit attack. Make it a death worthy of the Ash Pits.
Name: Devon Cowen
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Description:
When determined, Devon's features are strong. From his firmly set jaw, broad shoulders, excellent muscles, and piercing eyes. Devon is quite the specimen, but the determination isn't there anymore. He slouches his shoulders and the piercing, determined look has left his eyes and have left in there place soft and sad ones. However his muscles haven't left him and standing at 6'5 he is still quite intimidating but he just doesn't have the spark he did when he was younger, which makes him look fairly subdued and less vibrant.
Occupation: Construction worker, Ex army
Personality: Subdued, jaded, and an underlying anger problem stemming from personal guilt. The things Devon has seen and done have sucked to joy out of life and have made him an all around cold and sad person. However if one were to chip away at the exterior you will find a person not much different from the one outside, the only difference being that he will be far more open to talking about his emotions. However among these faults lies some strengths of character. Firstly while he loathes himself, Devon truly believes that the people around him are good unless proven otherwise and tries to find that good. Secondly he knows his loyalties and if one were to gain them he will stick with them to the end. Lastly he is extremely in control of his anger issues and has never lashed out at an undeserving person.
History: Growing up in a military family, Devon never really had friends and instead relied on his siblings for companionship. As the years went on his father had died in some random gunfight and his mother soon died of a broken heart. However these events never deterred Devon from joining the military, it was always so ingrained in his head to join the army he never branched out into other things. Passing boot camp with flying colors Devon made friends with a one Maxwell Thorpe, or Max as everyone called him. The years went on uneventfully with no major conflict or skirmish happening during his tours, eventually Devon grew bored and desired a real fight. Devon never really gained his wish but he did get and take part of the horrors of war. During a patrol in a little village a random skirmish turned into a full on massacre for the apposing force. As the enemies solders were cut down the woman took there place. It didn't make sense but they just kept coming until only the children remained.
With nothing left to do the Sargent, a son of a bitch of a man, ordered his men to kill them and shot any man that protested. Devon did what he was told and pulled the trigger. While the Sargent didn't get away with what he did Devon bared the guilt and the nightmares of his actions and didn't reenlist. After the army, Devon joined the construction industry and became an alcoholic.
Reason for arriving in Saint-Vienne: He keeps getting postcards from the place, the first one was just a normal greeting and didn't say who it was from so he just threw it away. However they kept getting them, once a month then every other week until finally one day his mailbox was full of them. Yet something was different was different about this batch, each card said "WE KNOW" on it, deciding he had enough Devon left for Saint-Vienne.
Start off items: Hammer, a fifth of vodka, several snack foods, Dog tags, his fathers revolver (Hasn't been loaded or maintained in ages and he usually uses it for intimidation but could easily be brought into fighting shape should he find a maintenance kit.)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Description:
When determined, Devon's features are strong. From his firmly set jaw, broad shoulders, excellent muscles, and piercing eyes. Devon is quite the specimen, but the determination isn't there anymore. He slouches his shoulders and the piercing, determined look has left his eyes and have left in there place soft and sad ones. However his muscles haven't left him and standing at 6'5 he is still quite intimidating but he just doesn't have the spark he did when he was younger, which makes him look fairly subdued and less vibrant.
Occupation: Construction worker, Ex army
Personality: Subdued, jaded, and an underlying anger problem stemming from personal guilt. The things Devon has seen and done have sucked to joy out of life and have made him an all around cold and sad person. However if one were to chip away at the exterior you will find a person not much different from the one outside, the only difference being that he will be far more open to talking about his emotions. However among these faults lies some strengths of character. Firstly while he loathes himself, Devon truly believes that the people around him are good unless proven otherwise and tries to find that good. Secondly he knows his loyalties and if one were to gain them he will stick with them to the end. Lastly he is extremely in control of his anger issues and has never lashed out at an undeserving person.
History: Growing up in a military family, Devon never really had friends and instead relied on his siblings for companionship. As the years went on his father had died in some random gunfight and his mother soon died of a broken heart. However these events never deterred Devon from joining the military, it was always so ingrained in his head to join the army he never branched out into other things. Passing boot camp with flying colors Devon made friends with a one Maxwell Thorpe, or Max as everyone called him. The years went on uneventfully with no major conflict or skirmish happening during his tours, eventually Devon grew bored and desired a real fight. Devon never really gained his wish but he did get and take part of the horrors of war. During a patrol in a little village a random skirmish turned into a full on massacre for the apposing force. As the enemies solders were cut down the woman took there place. It didn't make sense but they just kept coming until only the children remained.
With nothing left to do the Sargent, a son of a bitch of a man, ordered his men to kill them and shot any man that protested. Devon did what he was told and pulled the trigger. While the Sargent didn't get away with what he did Devon bared the guilt and the nightmares of his actions and didn't reenlist. After the army, Devon joined the construction industry and became an alcoholic.
Reason for arriving in Saint-Vienne: He keeps getting postcards from the place, the first one was just a normal greeting and didn't say who it was from so he just threw it away. However they kept getting them, once a month then every other week until finally one day his mailbox was full of them. Yet something was different was different about this batch, each card said "WE KNOW" on it, deciding he had enough Devon left for Saint-Vienne.
Start off items: Hammer, a fifth of vodka, several snack foods, Dog tags, his fathers revolver (Hasn't been loaded or maintained in ages and he usually uses it for intimidation but could easily be brought into fighting shape should he find a maintenance kit.)
Interested.
Basically one way or another, you were hurt. You could have been a big shot hunter or a green horn but either way you ended up here, on a bed, hooked up to life support, and pumped with so many drugs you could almost forget you cant do what you worked so hard to get. Your future is bleak and your choices slim. Looking at the morphine drip, it would just be so easy to reach up and squeeze, ending it all. That is until a knock on the door rouses you from your thoughts and a man walks in. He is small, weaselly, and unimpressive but he talks and you listen.
Eventually you learn that he wants you to join an experiment of sorts. Apparently there are others like you. They are hurt, lost, and have nothing left to lose. The man explains that the people he works for could help you but it will cost you far more than any money or mere possession, no you will pay with something much more precious. Your very humanity. With this in mind you must now make a choice. Whats more important to you, your ability to be a hunter or the loss of the one thing that united you with every other human.
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Basically Cyborgs in RWBY, I'm planning on having at least a group of four and at most a group of eight. The story will begin after you have all had time to recover from your surgeries and adjust, continuing from there as you train, become comrades, and eventually discovering a sinister plot within the very company in which you have put your trust in.
Ask questions if you need to, since this is just to garner attention it doesn't have all that much in the way of specifics.
Eventually you learn that he wants you to join an experiment of sorts. Apparently there are others like you. They are hurt, lost, and have nothing left to lose. The man explains that the people he works for could help you but it will cost you far more than any money or mere possession, no you will pay with something much more precious. Your very humanity. With this in mind you must now make a choice. Whats more important to you, your ability to be a hunter or the loss of the one thing that united you with every other human.
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Basically Cyborgs in RWBY, I'm planning on having at least a group of four and at most a group of eight. The story will begin after you have all had time to recover from your surgeries and adjust, continuing from there as you train, become comrades, and eventually discovering a sinister plot within the very company in which you have put your trust in.
Ask questions if you need to, since this is just to garner attention it doesn't have all that much in the way of specifics.
Oh and Dral, since Dante's station in the hierarchy is just a member he isn't going to get much respect from the older members.
Gonna need a bump.
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I could definatly get into this.
I'd be interested in joining, normal if not complicated family life sounds like a nice change of pace from my usual RP stuff. I'm thinking of family three.
drallinix said
He dislikes feeding and dislikes killing humans but he cares about the oven
DAMNIT DANTE! THIS ISN'T THE TIME FOR COOKING!!!
Shit, shit, shit! Colin was so damn late. During a particularly bad episode last night he went strait for the liquor, he knew it wasn't the best of ideas but he didn't know what else to do. The aftereffects of his decision were in full swing, the sun was too bright, the car too loud, and the vomit threatening to spew fourth becoming a very real possibility. After a particularly nasty patch of potholes Colin had to slow the car and put his head on the wheel. It was becoming an easier decision to just turn around and go home.
However if he did his parents would be so disappointed and that would be worse than any hangover. Pulling himself together, Colin pushed through the last half mile and made it to the facility. The place was a dump to put it lightly...well he had woken up in worse places. Composing himself Colin walked up the stairs and entered the shit storm that had seemed to already be in place. Two men seemed to be having a stand off and a girl holding her head in her hands. Looking at the two men Colin said "If you two are going to have a fight than could you take it outside? I've got a bigger hangover than I have patience for either of your macho bullshit or whatevers going on." and with that Colin moved to an empty chair and sat down, trying to force the vomit down his throat and doing his darnedest to block out any stimulus.
However if he did his parents would be so disappointed and that would be worse than any hangover. Pulling himself together, Colin pushed through the last half mile and made it to the facility. The place was a dump to put it lightly...well he had woken up in worse places. Composing himself Colin walked up the stairs and entered the shit storm that had seemed to already be in place. Two men seemed to be having a stand off and a girl holding her head in her hands. Looking at the two men Colin said "If you two are going to have a fight than could you take it outside? I've got a bigger hangover than I have patience for either of your macho bullshit or whatevers going on." and with that Colin moved to an empty chair and sat down, trying to force the vomit down his throat and doing his darnedest to block out any stimulus.
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