Pathfinder

The Chronicles of Dosei: Chapter 1 (Dnd Roleplay)

I'll be up for this, I usually go with big warrior types so I think I'll mix things up this time around.

Dragon Riders of the Edge

Rowen

Viking
Name: Rowen

Age: 18

Appearance

Choice of Weapon: Shaman staff

Bio: Rowen was raised under the tutelage of Gothi, learning everything the woman knew about healing so that when the day came she left this land someone could take her place. The work hasn't always been easy on Rowen, having seen the damage dragons cab do to a body. Thus when the village began to accept dragons Rowen was very wary. Eventually however her walls were broken down and she welcomed them into her life. Recently she has been itching for an adventure, wanting to do something exciting before fully committing to the healer lifestyle.

Other?: Is by and far one of the best cooks in Berk.

Dragon
Name: Ramhorn

Age: 18

Species: Rumblehorn

Appearance

Personality: Grim and craggy on the outside, but a big softy in they end. She has an immense hatred for Whispering Deaths.

Pathfinders Personas

Sci-Fi

Jack

Name: J-12, Jack
Age: 4
Gender: Uses Male pronouns

Appearance: Jack's hologram form is exactly like his hard case unit save for the fact that it is see through, orange, and about six inches tall. In reality he is just data and has no form but you could say is "true" form is a titanium box deep within the ship.

Species: Artificial Intelligence

Rank/Specialism: First Officer
Skills: Jack is a military AI meaning he came jam packed with skills to assist him in his role as First Officer. Not only is he an adept pilot but he also fills the role of electrician, mechanic, and soldier when the need arises. However he really shines in cyber warfare. Flooding a ships system with viruses and malware, venting oxygen, data mining, and shutting down shields are his specialties.

Personality: Jack is an oddity compared to his other siblings in the military. While he has the basic necessities of a military AI like punctuality and complete dedication to his job but somewhere down the line he began to feel more than them. He has a dry, sardonic humor and doesn't appreciate when people waste his time. Jack has also gotten into giving people nicknames, usually unflattering ones until he decides he likes you. Finally, Jack will take any excuse he can to be inside the H.C.U. As far as life goes, humans in particular, people tend to take for granted things like touch, taste, and all the senses in general.

Bio: There isn't too much to tell in the life of Jack, at least not yet. In the grand scheme of things, Jack is just a newborn. To create a real AI takes time, around three years under normal conditions. In his creation Jack was drip fed mountains of data, molding him into something very similar to a military AI but somewhere fundamentally he was not and he has always known it. It made him isolated in a way as he couldn't be as serious as the other military AIs nor could he care as much as the more domestic AIs. The odd man out, so to speak.

More than anything this isolation framed his personality, giving him a slight mean streak against humans and AI both. This mean streak persisted strongly until he was placed onto the ship, the only place that felt like he belonged. While brief his time has brought the better out of him, causing the mean spirited AI to soften up a bit as he found his home.

Other:
-Jack has no ill feelings towards aliens and in fact views them on the same plane as long as they do their part.
-Detests the term "computer" and being bossed around like a simple VI, Jack may be made out of data but he is alive and his life is just as valid as anyone else's.

Interchangeable

Johnny Blue

Name: Johnny "Blue"

Age: 21

Appearance
Physically: Tall, nearly 6'2, and otherwise fairly average. Johnny has an athletic body honed from many years of rock climbing, hiking, and a little training regiment he made up when he couldn't do the other two. The hair on top is dyed a dark blue color while the undercut is brown.

Typical Clothing: Johnny leans towards cool colors like blue, purple, and black for good measure. His favorite t-shirt is from an old rock concert, Purple Furies, the band name emblazoned on the black t-shirt in various shades of purple with wings and fire as the backdrop. Next is a denim vest with many buttons with anything from band names, random symbols, and flags being the majority. Finally his shorts are usually whatever he has on at the time, more often then not basketball or cargo shorts, and his sneakers are some hybrid of running shoe and hiking boot.

Personal Touches:
Right Arm
Left Arm
-There is a third one, he does not speak of it...sober at least.

The Van
Like Beach Cities resident Audio Daddyo, Johnny lives in a van. Its a large one but most of the space inside is used up for Johnny's stuff. Amp, clothings, basket, sleeping bags, cooler, and a makeshift bookshelf are just some of the things you will find in the van. The outside of the van is white but the driver side has an old painting recreated on the side. Finally the Van is just as at home off road as it is on, easily tearing through all but the most hazardous terrain.

The Knife
A simple knife, only it isn't. Johnny found it while exploring an old Gem battle ground and liked it. It is a dark blue color and doesn't seem to dull, Johnny uses it to sharpen sticks for cooking, chopping vegetables, and other knife related utilities....except stabbing people. He is most definitely not using it for its intended purpose or full potential.

Other:
-Road Child, Johnny is used to sleeping in odd places and eating questionable food.
-Book Dumb, Life Smart, Johnny never recieved a formal education beyond rudimentary homeschooling however he knows a lot about people and how life works
-Self taught musician, The finer techniques are lost on Johnny but he plays the guitar well enough.
-Free Spirit, Johnny goes where his heart tells him and doesn't usually stay in one place long unless he has something or someone to tether him down.
-Simple Goals and a Simple Life, Johnny doesn't need a lot of money or glory to be happy, he has his van and the world stretched out before him.
-Outdoorsman, Can rough it like the best, he is also an adept rock climber and surfer.
-Furnace, Johnny has a warm body that he likes to share through big hugs.
-Physical, Johnny is a physical person in the friendly way. Touching shoulders, hugs, slaps on the back, and stuff like that.
-Deep Sleeper, The man sleeps like the dead.
-Down to Earth, A very relaxed person by nature, Johnny seems to radiate good vibes.
-Explorer, Is always itching to finding something new.

Starfire

Being one of the few members of Raptor Squad meant he was completely grounded for the entire flight, boring but acceptable. Through his time he had mapped out "his" area of the ship, preparing himself for any trouble that was bound to happen. Eventually boredom won out over his sense of duty and Krull found himself leaning against a wall, the undeniable sound of metal on metal as he sharpened his cleaver. A heavy sigh escaped his chest, this waiting was so frustrating. Back of Galor all you had to do was challenge someone to a fight and you had your entertainment for a couple hours but now that he was in the "civilized world" that kind of behavior was frowned upon, prudes the lot of them.

"Hey big guy, you ready?" said the feline human, a timid thing you wouldn't expect to be a warrior. Krull gave her a sidelong look before admiring his blade. "Yes, always ready." , tooth filled alligator smile taking hold of his face. Soon after, a great shaking filled the Babylon and the spark of excitement turned into a raging fire. Krull sped towards the closest sounding crash, finding the boarding vessels opening and heard the rush of pirates coming towards the slaughter. as the humans say, poor bastards. Waiting until they were nearly upon him, Krull turned the corner and sprayed the inside with hot lead. The heavy bullets of the Hammerburst tore into the pirates, exploding heads, punching holes, and severing limbs with ease as the pirates were caught with their metaphorical pants down.

Fortunately for the pirates the second wave learned from the front and their own weapons fire flew through the boarding anchor, several bullets bouncing off his armor harmlessly. Quickly retreating around the corner, Krull began to wrack his brain for a plan before he noticed the absence of gunfire and the click of an empty gun. Rounding the corner once more Krull unloaded death upon the hapless lot, aiming for the ones reloading their rifles first. The ones he missed charged the Galorian, swimming in combat drugs and hell bent on shanking the Galorian to death...the poor bastards.

We Are the Crystal Gems

So, my home situation has deteriorated further. I'm not going to go into detail but if I don't post today you guys will know why.

We Are the Crystal Gems

@pyroman
That's some GOOD shit!

We Are the Crystal Gems

@Akayaofthemoon
One can dream, Akaya...one can dream.

We Are the Crystal Gems

Wow, shit went down in the OOC. @21308 I'm sorry that happened to you, I know how uncomfortable broken boundaries feel. Just know that I, and everyone else here, are here for you.

In lighter news, I think my hair is long enough to donate but now that its here I don't want it to go. I've discovered I like the man bun.

Starfire

Sorry for the piss poor post, it was hard pushing through my writers block today.

Starfire

To say he was disappointed was an understatement, Krull really liked the sieges. In the end he was trapped in this democracy, an infernal invention, and was forced to go on the escort. As the Alamo entered the atmosphere Krull retreated into his room to make the proper rites for the coming battle. Armor plating, leather straps, scraps of paper baring war litanies, and a golden coin hidden underneath his facial wraps. Krull was ready.

His heavy foot steps joined the chorus as the group made their way to the transport ship. His disappointed formed a frown on his face, which must have looked like a sneer to anyone else as all the non-mercenaries kept him several arms lengths away. As the explosions rang throughout the air it lifted his spirits up and Krull became more receptive to his environment, listening to Johns words as they left his helmeted head. Krull gave a grunt and ran towards the transport, reaching it in no time flat. Once he entered the ship he began to map its interior in his head, always keeping an ear open for trouble as he explored.