Pathfinder

Arm of Alberon

I'll throw my dice here, it looks promising.

Overlords: Four Evils United

With a glare Kaldir ordered his minions to attack what wasn't on fire. The Browns scowereda fields and began tearing anything they could find apart. Crops uprooted, wagons destroyed, and houses broken into while several halflings fled. Through this destruction his minions improved themselves, picking up shovels, pitchforks, and kitchen knives as they razed homes to the ground. With a bit of surrounding area in shambles, Kaldir took a moment to take stock of the situation. They several halfings that had escaped would no doubt warn the rest, which meant that aore opposition would come. However that meant his minions could gain better gear more fitting than whatever the farmers had dropped in their panic. With renewed determination he began to stomp after the fleeing halflings, leaving his siblings behind him.

Descended (Open World) Interest check

Kind of a place holder. What can I say, I love character creation.

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Oren Fendal

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Name: Oren Fendal
Age: 80
Blood%: 60% Tyro, 40% Oro
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Bisexual
Height: 6'2
Weight: 209 lbs.
Physical appearance: Physically appears to be in his early thirties, Oren has dominantly Tyro features. Scales cover his arms, legs, upper back, and chest. These scales are a dull red and very from smooth to craggy, his Oro heritage peeking through. When it isn't contorted into a scowl or stone faced apathy, Oren could be considered handsome but, alas. Due to lingering military habits Oren keeps his hair short to his head, a little less than half an inch. Physically speaking he is like a beaten up tin can made of gold, the dents are there and there is some dirt on it but gold is gold. He has lost a bit muscle tone since his days in the Fortia armed forces but his overall build is muscular. There are many scars that cover his body, most are small things like a cut or a bullet but there are several that pop out. On his head there is a long scar that cuts through the left corner of his left eyebrow, cresting through and over his temple in a curved line. Secondly there is a large and irregularly shaped scar that branches its way along his chest, caused by an electricity based weapon. Finally there are two ugly scars over his shoulder blades, the result of having his wings ripped off. He doesn't talk about it.
Apparel:
At home, a pair of baggy jeans with lots of spacious pockets and fingerless leather gloves, if the heat permits it he will pull on a tank top. Aesthetically he has a gold chain necklace with his own, and several others, dog tags on it.
-When traveling to other places he packs according to the weather and less for comfort, practicality is its own style.
Vehicle: A motorcycle, plain and simple but reliable. max speed of 68 mph on a flat stretch of land.
Personality: Brief description on character's quirks, likes, and peeves.
Occupation:
-Mechanic
-Mercenary
Faction: Oren is loyal to Fotia as a whole and not to any one faction in particular.
Pet: N/A
Adv. App.: Only those with experience with fighting in elite squadrons on either Fotia or Tearianaris.
Exp: The experiences that made you A. What class you are. Explain how you came to be in your class including the training within class. B. How you came to be able to use your blood limit abilities and what training you have done with them. C. How you have come across your weapons and what training you have with them. D. If you're in a faction or own a store how did you meet these qualifications. Time of training and etc must reflect age. E. How you have trained and learned your spells.
Spells: N/A
Abilities/Powers: Can breath fire, resist heat, and fill himself with adrenaline like any other Tyro but also has the strength, claws, and hide of an Oro. Once had wings, ONCE being a key word.
Hindrances:
-Old battle wounds, namely where his wings where torn off.
-Survivors Guilt
-Drowns his sorrows in booze and the pleasures of flesh on "bad nights"
Unknown Weaknesses:
-PTSD, infrequently a problem but on some nights Oren "Goes back" and relives the nightmare.
-Stubbornness
Weapons:
-Claws
-Guns, shotguns and rifles especially
History: A brief tour into your character's life and how they end up where they are at the start of the RPG.
Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that!

Descended (Open World) Interest check

I'd say I'm interest. Gave everything a skim and now I'm gonna dig a little deeper.

Five Nights Of Chaos (A FNAF Alternate Roleplay)

I'm going to say that until we move to the next little phase I wont be posting, wanna keep my event a little hush hush for you guys.

Five Nights Of Chaos (A FNAF Alternate Roleplay)

@TimeToRP

I don't want to sound rude, but shouldn't you slow down a bit with the posting? I mean, at this point you are really just RPing by yourself.

Five Nights Of Chaos (A FNAF Alternate Roleplay)

Location: Rooftops

Terror

Above it all stood about seven figures, the greatest of which was Terror. The Nightmare Class had watched the spat below with little interest, instead the only ones giving the battle much mind were his fresh "recruits" who soaked up what they saw like sponges. The single Regular payed the most attention, taking particular interest in the Night Guardswoman. How she moved, when she shot, and how she struck with that baton of hers. No detail was ignored in her observation, unlike the Toys. The smaller Animatronics were more interested in mock fighting each other and tumbling about, excited energy filling their body. These animatronics were part of Terrors new gang, the old one having been wiped out in an raid nearly three months ago.

The Regular was called Blake, a girl on the taller side. She was similar to Terror in a lot of ways, only being slightly smaller and having red accents to her leather jacket. She was becoming invaluable, her sanity hadn't taken too much of a nose dive from her transformation and she had quite the head on her shoulders. The Five Cubs as they had come t9 be called weren't different people as much as one person split into five parts, acting in synchronicity unseen by many even if they didn't always get along.

With the "lesson" over with, Terror made a nonverbal command and everyone began to tail the Night guard. Silently travelling across rooftops, the Animatronics fallowed their target as she lead them to her base. It was an unimpressive building but now they knew where lion slept, so to speak. Without a word the animatronics disappeared into the night, taking residence in a long abandoned steel mill deep within the run down industrial district.

Five Nights Of Chaos (A FNAF Alternate Roleplay)

Damn, you guys post fast. It's going to be challange to keep up with this speed.

Overlords: Four Evils United

Kaldir stepped through the pool and felt grass under his feet, the sweetness of the air, and the song on the wind. It was all awful, domination was in order. Seeing his siblings summon their minions, Kaldir did the same with a raised fist. His minions seemed the most enthusiastic, nearly pummeling each other to be first to stand before their Overlord. They were a motley lot, dressed in little more than rags and armed with wooden clubs. The beginning of a great group of warriors. "Come, let us show the people of Spree what it means to anger an Overlord." Stomping his way towards the town, his minions excitedly trailing behind him.

Overlords: Four Evils United

Right, my bad. Been busy.