POOHEAD189

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I got other deadlines too :P But sent my PM!

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@Lady AmaltheaNo worries. Been busy RL and such. I write better alone most of the time anyhow

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Would anyone like to collab? If not, I can manage easy. Just curious if anyone wanted to^^

40K: The Holy Ordos

@BCTheEntityMade a post in my character slot!

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

Rannon strapped on his sheathed sword to his hip, and patted his chest plate. With his brown hair, and hard boiled leather over his metal armor, he gave an imposing sight. Tall and strong, with his youthful look and fierce scars, Rannon was a Ferelden man through and through. "Well, let's go." he said to no one in particular. Or so it seemed, for just behind him, a massive Mabari Warhound picked himself up and barked happily. "Who knows, maybe you'll meet a girl dog." he assured his friend.

The soldier lead his truest friend Gideon out of their small apartment, not bothering to keep him on a leash. The City of Sails was bustling, with people of all different races walking about under the shining sun and the summer heat. He took in a deep breath, Gideon already panting behind him. After a moment to get his bearings, they headed off towards the Blooming Rose, making their way into Hightown.

Rannon had to admit he was very unused to such a place. He was a rough and ready infantryman, with the marks to prove it. His best friend was the kind of guy to rub his ass on the carpet if he'd eaten something wrong the day previous. This was a place for haughty lords and ladies to spend their wealth without thought of repercussion. As soon as he entered this side of town, he heard melodic laughter and the high accents of wealthy people pouring out of open windows. The Blooming Rose was up the street, and they stepped in.
Like a sentinel, Rannon's eyes immediately fell upon his new Employer, recognizing the description of he who called him here. There seemed to be a red haired lass speaking to him just now. Gideon panted audibly, taking in all the smells of the food and scents of the people around them.

Rannon was just about to step over to them when he halted in his tracks, his eyes now drinking in the well endowed women surrounding them. Gideon gave a grunt, and Rannon glanced at his companion. "Yeah yeah, I'm not getting back into that shit." he promised his friend, and stepped forward, hand on his sword hilt out of habit. He decided to step to the side of them, showing he was here for the summons, but he wasn't going to interrupt either.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

My character

Name: Carver Sutherland

Alias: Wetland Wanderer

Age: 24, give or take a few centuries

Gender: M

Race: Human

Primary Skills*: Guns, Unarmed, Barter

SPECIAL*: 33
Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 5

Gear/inventory:

• .44 Magnum (45)
• Lever Action Rifle (38)
• Combat Knife
• Drifter Outfit
• Radaway (x4)
• Nuka Cola
• Purified Water
• Stimpak (x3)

History: Carver was born in Jacksonville, Florida 23 years before the bombs fell to a family of mixed Celtic and Seminole heritage. His father worked in a steel mill and his mother worked as an attorney for the Mayor of the largest city in Florida. They never had the money to send him to college, and Carver had been working odd jobs since he was 15. The list includes bag boy, courier, zoo attendant, Karate instructor, deli worker, and now Everglades tour guide. For nearly 3 years, Carver was a freelance guide, being paid for the service of taking tourists out and viewing the Florida wilds up close. He came home for his vacation, spending a few weeks with his folks who had him sign up for the ridiculous 'Vault' idea. He was to head back to Brandon the next day when the bombs fell. He and his family made it in just in time. He was frozen in Vault 189.
Next thing he knew, his capsule opened and he fell out, coming face to face with an armed Ghoul who hid behind another capsule. Both seemed surprised to see one another, and after some convincing on the Ghouls part that he wasn't dreaming, he was given a gun. They both managed to dispatch the three raiders that had been chasing the Ghoul, which had led him inadvertently into the Vault, scrambling to find a button to close himself in, which instead opened up Carver's capsule. Unfortunately, the gunfire broke the opening mechanism, leaving his family frozen indefinitely.
He began to travel with his new companion, Chek, a heavily armored ghoul with a shotgun who almost never spoke. They traveled all along the gulf, and after a year of surviving fights against raiders, mutants, and even a super mutant or two, they found themselves back in North Florida.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Work in Progress. I just got my history left.

My character

Name: Carver Sutherland

Alias: Wetland Wanderer

Age: 24, give or take a few centuries

Gender: M

Race: Human

Primary Skills*: Guns, Unarmed, Barter

SPECIAL*: 33
Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 5

Gear/inventory:

• .44 Magnum (45)
• Lever Action Rifle (38)
• Combat Knife
• Drifter Outfit
• Radaway (x4)
• Nuka Cola
• Purified Water
• Stimpak (x3)

History: Carver was born in Jacksonville, Florida 23 years before the bombs fell to a family of mixed Celtic and Seminole heritage. His father worked in a steel mill and his mother worked as an attorney for the Mayor of the largest city in Florida. They never had the money to send him to college, and Carver had been working odd jobs since he was 15. The list includes bag boy, courier, zoo attendant, Karate instructor, deli worker, and now Everglades tour guide. For nearly 3 years, Carver was a freelance guide, being paid for the service of taking tourists out and viewing the Florida wilds up close. He came home for his vacation, spending a few weeks with his folks who had him sign up for the ridiculous 'Vault' idea. He was to head back to Brandon the next day when the bombs fell. He and his family made it in just in time. He was frozen in Vault 189.
Next thing he knew, his capsule opened and he fell out, coming face to face with an armed Ghoul who hid behind another capsule. Both seemed surprised to see one another, and after some convincing on the Ghouls part that he wasn't dreaming, he was given a gun. They both managed to dispatch the three raiders that had been chasing the Ghoul, which had led him inadvertently into the Vault, scrambling to find a button to close himself in, which instead opened up Carver's capsule. Unfortunately, the gunfire broke the opening mechanism, leaving his family frozen indefinitely.
He began to travel with his new companion, Chek, a heavily armored ghoul with a shotgun who almost never spoke. They traveled all along the gulf, and after a year of surviving fights against raiders, mutants, and even a super mutant or two, they found themselves back in North Florida.

@POOHEAD189

I hope this neat but relatively vague history works for you. Also, my guy kinda would look similar to my avatar from up ahead, except with darker hair (and no medieval armor).

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

<Snipped quote by Orlan>

And a mutated alligator named Sebastian.

@ProPro

Thank you for not forgetting.

Conspiracy-Closed

Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

Enyo would find Ro'Kun sprawled out on the couch, his 7 plates empty on the lounge table as he slept peacefully. The TV was still airing the news. @Wick

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@PundiiSir, I would like to say that not only is that a fine gif, but I saw The Newsroom this past February, and I too am a huge fan.