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My Little Introduction

Anytime! Nice to meet you

My Little Introduction

You seem really cool. Glad to have you here @Kailee

Give Me A Bullet [A Military/Horror/Sci-Fi Story]

Hider

Name: Neil Edwards

Rank: Sergeant (And ranking Engineer)

Physical attributes: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn’t exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn’t big at all, but he is also not small. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.

Augmentations: None

Psych Profile: Neil is considered eccentric, with a mental disorder no one has been able to pinpoint. He tends to view life as if it's a game, or a fun movie he gets to be apart of. He'll talk and treat people genuinely, when the situation calls for it. But he never acts as if he is in danger, and sometimes he revels in it. He'll joke, make quips, be inappropriate and act like a complete liability. But in truth, he's quick and dangerous, does his job with surprising efficiency and is a fine engineer.

History: Born to a lower class family on a backwater planet, Neil had two big sisters and two loving parents. He grew up going to school, working in the local mech repair shop, and thieving occasionally. When the call to join the UPN arrived, he literally had nothing better to do. He was seen as an exemplary talent and mind, but his drill intructor/staff sergeant's worst nightmare. Seemed odd fate that he rose in the ranks to become one.

Armor: Has a standard special operations armor suit he had pieced together himself when it had been damaged almost beyond repair, and he uses it for space missions and when under heavy fire. Mostly, he wears his civilian clothes with a flack jacket and utility belt with a built in holster.

Weapons: Standard 45. Caliber Sidearm, and Pump Action Shotgun, Blow Torch, Wrench.

Writing Example from Dragon Age RP

As the wall of Wardens commenced with the oncoming horde, and Daeron flew above the lines with Beaky, Rannon waded through the weak link in the line of soldiers with his sword leading. The huge blade caving in the skull of a genlock, dropping the foul creature with a resounding crack of bone. He kicked its toppling body forward, and back-stepped as a group of Hurlock shock troopers charged forward.
Rannon kept his eye on the Warden lines, making sure not to sprint too far and get overwhelmed by the horde. Luckily it seemed there were plenty of monsters to go around, and seven Hurlocks seemed to fancy him as a target. His huge blade whipped in a wild arc to keep them back, drawing their attention as his allies leaped forward and engaged, harrying four of the Darkspawn.

That left him three to face in his direct line of sight. Ever moving and screeching, the Hurlocks slashed forward in arcs with their wicked blades. He clove at the swing of one, while ducking a second sword in a simultaneous and fluid motion. The third Hurlock couldn't get passed its comrades, fortunately. While crouched, he gave a feral growl and shoulder rushed the Hurlock that had swung wide above his head. It staggered the Darkspawn, and he drew his blade closer to slit its stomach quickly before he waded back in practiced steps. His sword leading as he stepped, he reveresed his momentum and let the blade drive forward suddenly, taking the second Hurlock that had raised its blade, straight in the chest. The third had finally gotten room, and swiped at Rannon. The experienced man had to let go of his sword to avoid being cut from forehead to chest. He savagely grabbed at the blade when he saw the following opening, grappling with the monster for the weapon. Foetid breath threatened to choke him, but years of hatred for this race of monsters lent extra strength to his limbs, and he held onto the hilt of the sword with one hand as he punched the Hurlock straight in the face. It cut his Knuckles something fierce, and the Darkspawn's throat rumbled with returned hatred as it headbutted forwards, catching Rannon on the face and splitting his lip.
The soldier grunted and leaped away, relinquishing the Darkspawns sword as he tried to get his own. He didn't know if he could get it in time, but it seemed it didn't matter.

One hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle flew past the soldier and hit the Hurlock like a cannon shot. It ripped into its flesh with vicious canine teeth, before trotting over to Rannon and giving a friendly 'harumph'. There was a small moment of calm that spoke volumes about this man and his companion. When he saw his dog in the lull of combat, he seemed almost twenty four again, before his softened visage hardened once more.

The Fereldan soldier gave a vicious grin to Gideon, and patted the Mabari on the head. He grabbed his sword as he spoke. "You just had to finish your meal before showing up." he lectured, ripping his blade out of the Darkspawn corpse. The Dog barked in answer, but Rannon didn't have time to reply again as more Darkspawn broke through.

Rannon was no mage or legendary Grey Warden. He couldn't topple buildings or fly above on Griffon-back. But he'd be damned if he wasn't here on this battlefield. It was the only place he belonged. The only place where he could make a difference.
With a snarl that would do his Mabari proud, he kicked off the ground and split a genlocks skull from ear hole to ear hole.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Calanon (& Brogach)

Location:The Forest, The Campsite
Interacting with: The Group

"Whatever made these tracks made them recently." he whispered softly, fair hand running lightly over the booted print in the soft earth. Human perhaps, though large if so. Orc probably, or a Half Ogre. Any of the three could be trouble, he knew. His deep, midnight blue eyes lingered on the tracks for a moment longer before turning to Brogach, his truest friend. The beasts ears twitched this way and that as the Elf spoke. "We should go." he said, and retrieved his recurve bow, keeping his shield upon Brogach as they began to move once more.

His bow strung and ready, the ranger moved lightly on his feet, scouting ahead of Brogach by a more than half a dozen strides. The Elk moved lightly as well, natural grace now mixed with practiced traveling, having been Calanon's mount for many years now. He made a small leap over a gnarled root, leaving the barest whisper of a sound as he passed. Through small openings in bushes and past great trees of Birch and Oak, the two companions soon found even more tracks. A group of similarly large creatures. There could be little doubt about it now. Orcs.

Calanon reached for an arrow and let it rest upon his bow, signaling for Brogach to continue to move with him in the same formation. If it came to a battle, he would fire arrow after arrow and then retrieve his shield. His Elven sword was already strapped to his hip, keen edged and clean. His Elven dagger was similarly sheathed and placed alongside the small of his back, ready for quick use. He knew he'd need every advantage against such a large group, even with surprise on their side. Calanon might not be a Way Watcher any longer, but he couldn't help but feel that he should at least investigate what a party of Orcs were up to. Perhaps they had prisoners or were preparing for a raid?

He traversed down a small gulley, and when he poked his head up once more, his pointed ears twitched much like Brogach's had earlier. "Voices," he said quietly, unable to hide his surprise. They weren't brutish or guttural either. He put his arrow back in the quiver, and lifted himself out of the gulley with his right hand, recurve still held in his left. The young Elf was far too curious now, and he made it just to the tree line with Brogach behind him, looking at Calanon questioningly. The Elf turned to Brogach, and gave him a smile. "It's a group of people." he explained softly, and then gazed back at the ragtag team. Many of them looked like hard fighters, but it seemed like a varied group. Orc corpses were strewn around them, he saw. He placed his bow across his chest, letting the string keep it steady. "Stay here. If they're friendly, I'll signal you." he whispered.

The young Elf stepped out of the forest and stepped right into the campsite, his face fair and friendly. "Hi." he announced simply. He saw some of them were wounded, and he held his hands up nonthreateningly to put them at ease. "I mean you no harm, I'm simply traveling through." he said, halting after a few strides. "I saw the Orc tracks and followed them."

STAR WARS: Bounty Hunters [Closed down]

Yeah I'll need to know the timeline in order to make a character

A Wild Hunt (a Witcher RP) - [High-Casual]

will post tonight

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

Got an Argonian character in mind^^

The Lord of the Rings

Hider

Name: Thurin Stoutarm

Age: 118

Sex: M

Race: Dwarf

Apperance:

Class: Fighter

Equipment: backpack, a week's worth of rations, small tent, whetstone, bandage x 2. A dwarf-made two-handed ax(35), Mail Armor (20) Leather armor over it (15) Saddled Pony, Oil (10), Torch x2 (6), Whetstone (5), Flask (5).

Background story: He was a young Dwarf from the Ironhills when the call to battle reached his hold. He was 40 years old, with a beard that didn't reach his belt, and marched forward to the Battle of the Five Armies. He remembered the elvish arrows and the Orc scimitars, himself felling a few Orcs himself. He helped bury the dead, and held himself both physically and mentally well despite his youth.
He stayed in Erebor to work the mines, and then volunteered for Balin's adventure to Khaza-dum. He was never a heroic dwarf, but he had always been reliable and duty bound. Thurin made his way into the Misty Mountains with Balin and the Dwarven group, before they were attacked by Goblins and Trolls. He was one of the runners sent out to give word they were being attacked, and tried to arrive to Erebor but was cut off from it being attacked by Mordor's forces. He knew he couldn't make it in, so he decided to go back into the Misty Mountains to fight with his brethren, but found them all dead. He had been wandering ever since, looking for a way to atone for his failings.

DONE

The other hand

Gotta hand it to you, you've started a thread of puns. Also Welcome!

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Gonna be a few days for me. Got 2 characters to make for other RP's and some places to post too Duplicity but it should be soon^^