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ARKHEUS - Sci-Fi Apocalypse Survival [Updated v1.2][Now with Character Sheets!]

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The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

@DervishPeople tell me I'm really nice, but even I think mean people can be funny as hell.

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Pff.

Once a Thalmor cunt, always a Thalmor cunt.

Go back to Summerset, nerd. ;D

Hey that's not cool you son of a-

I actually think I recreated that scene in one of my RPs.

I throw a LOT of pop culture references in my games. It's like an Easter Egg hunt for players. ;D

heh, nice

The Lord of the Rings

You guys are both alright. Everyone messes up every now and again^^

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Honey Badger Argonian don't care. Honey Badger Argonian don't give a fuck.

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Sol'id Fist

Name: Sol'id Fist
Race: Mandalorian (Human)
Age: 36
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Appearance:
Gear:

• Adverse Environment Gear
• Rebreather Mask
• Holodisk
• Utility Belt
• 10 Stimpaks
• Vibro Axe
• WESTAR-M5 blaster rifle

Backstory up until flying on the the Milano:Sol'id was born on the Twi'Lek homeworld Ryloth, being raised among the nomadic Fist clan who'd made their home in the equitorial jungle. The clan had just recently landed, fighting their way through harsh temperatures and wild beasts. They tried to make a foothold among the terrible conditions and built forts, beginning to train young Mandalorians through spartan conditions and intense sessions of survival, combat, and work outs. By age 13, Sol'id and his peers were sent into the wilderness into the Darklands, and were told to survive together and travel into the Brightlands through 200 miles of wilderness. Only Sol'id and 13 others lived out of the 87 of them. Sol'id had a shield made of a Gutkurr carapace.

Clan Fist were Neo crusaders, trying to rebuilt their population to spew forth from Ryloth and conquer worlds. But it seemed there weren't enough of them, and their project that lasted a mere generation was destroyed. It was then that they were attacked by those they deemed their allies. Their fellow Mandalorians. Sol'id was 19 when the 'True Mandalorians' showed up, taking advtantage of the Fist Clans isolationist tendancies and lack of Mandalorian Civil War knowledge to eradicate them efficiently. Sol'id killed 3 of his supposed 'Brother's and fled with a small group of the Fist clan upon a stolen freighter, making it offworld.

From that point on, they decided they would part ways and become Bounty Hunters. So'lid found himself under the employ of one Jabba the Hutt, doing dirty bounties no one else would touch and gaining a reputation as a dependable and ruthless hunter. He gained his rocket launcher after finding an abandoned colony that had been used by the CIS, where one of his leads had led him to. He had to kill a few B2 Battle droids, and was nerely decimated by their rockets. He decided to get one for himself. His most trying mission was escorting a crack pilot named Saayed who owed Jabba 40,000 credits to get the payment. Apparently Saayed had made a deal that helped him kill his sister and her trandoshan lover. They succeeded, and Sol'id was paid handsomly, granting him his ship. He was then given another job...
Propositions for shared backstory: (this needn’t be expansive but just so we know what kind of services/ goods you are providing/ shipping etc.)

Star Wars: A New Beginning

I shall switch my sheet over then!

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Jex

Jex

Bounty Hunter

Name: Jex

Race: Argonian

Family Origins: Born within the Black Marsh with his hatchmates, at the base of a blood soaked Hist tree. Raised as a hunter and Guerrilla fighter.

Appearance:

My Hider

Jex is a strange Argonian. Most of his slippery race has wiry muscle and sunken faces. Jex is taller than the average Argonian, with muscles more akin to an Orc than his brethren. His scales are a mixture of moss green and red, like a red slider turtle. He has ridges along his scales, giving him a fierce, bestial, and intimidating look. He'd be close to 6 and a half feet standing erect, though that hardly ever happens. He generally moves with a hunched gate, and often crouches. He has a powerful tail with ridges that match those upon his back and forearms.


Age: 34

Equipment:

• Steel Armor
• Iron Guantlets
• Leather breeches
• Dwarven Bow (retrieved from the Dwemer ruins)
• Orcish BattleAxe
• 42 Steel Arrows

Miscellaneous: 2 Healing potions, 1 Antidote potions, 4 pounds of jerky.

Favored Skills: Highly Proficient (Marksman, Two Handed), Moderately Proficient (Hand-to-Hand, Sneak), Somewhat Proficient (Athletics, Heavy Armor)

Crime Committed: Was paid to kill a Breton simply by the name of Bedoryan, whom he later found out was a vassal of the Count.

Character Background: Hatched in Blackmarsh, the one who would be known as Jex consumed some of the Hist sap as per custom, to determine who he would be in this life. It was as fate had it, that there had been a bit of blood mixed in with the sap. Perhaps from some predatory kill close to the Hist tree. Jex consumed it, giving his scales a reddish hue along half of his body. Perhaps it effected his size and fierce appearance as well.

It had worked with him before. He made his way into the Imperial city and tracked down an Orc fugitive, battling him viciously and deciding to not take the money for killing him, deciding that taking the Orc's axe was payment enough. Plus it was good business and advertisement. A free bounty.

He made his way towards Hammerfell and lived in Skaven for a time, working for Orc chieftan after Orc chieftan, making sure to never get into personal politics and enjoying the challenge he would get from chasing after Orcs. The one in the Imperial City had been the fight of his life, and he wanted more of it. He was one day, surprisingly given an honor by one clan, they recognizing the Axe he now wielded. Apparently the Orc from the Imperial city had been a murderer in that clan as well and fled their justice. After a few years living among them, he felt restless once more and went north, receiving a contract finding one Breton named Bedoryan, before he was imprisoned for it. The third time in captivity. Only a matter of time before he would escape once again...

Fighting Style: Tends to pick off enemies at a distance from a surprise vantage point, or at least wound them, before closing in with his Axe to execute them. However, that's not to say he needs to. He just enjoys the feeling of a good shot, and prey felled without them seeing him coming. It's why he uses traps as well. He's swift and fierce with his battle Axe, and he can fight versatile. He'll drop his Axe mid-fight and attack with his claws if very swift attacks are needed, for example. Or use his spiked and heavy tail for a surprise blow or trip up. At his core, he is beastial, and won't hesitate to rend someone with his claws and corded muscles if need be, leaping with his powerful legs.

Personality: Jex a born hunter. Patient, cunning, but brutal in his efficiency and tactics. He tends to think like a beast, doing his best not to become soft by indulging in many of society's social pastimes, though he'll not mind the occasional chat here or there. In fact he sometimes enjoys it, to add variety to his often solitary life. But he has a single minded determination for the hunt, and seethes with a simmering anger that keeps him going. He is determined, fierce, but savvy when it comes to business.

Font Colour: Tannish red 993300

Conspiracy-Closed

Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

Of course, before going to play games, he needed to grab some snacks for later. He decided to do just that. He made his way back into the lounge, passing Enyo and Shiver as if they weren't even there. He hummed to himself as he grabbed things from the fridge, putting them on the counter. Even if they said something, he didn't notice a thing. He put down three sandwiches, four sodas, 6 chocolate bars, and some pudding. He'd need to ask Tia how they afforded all of this food. He finally looked up from his food to see the two women there and he jumped. "WHOA." He exclaimed. "Is this a dream? Is that real?" he pinched his own cheek. "Ow...no it's not." He had all this food and they were really wearing those dresses.
@Wick

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@LeidenschaftI agree. It's just with the Hist and the fact reptiles live long in our world in general, plus the fact there is no established lore for their life expectancy...
But, if you say to make it the same as a human life, then I'll go ahead and put that down. Pardon