POOHEAD189

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Y'all should have a character of mine finished (mostly) by tomorrow, friends!

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

Rylen gazed at the contingent of troops now marching toward what would be nothing short of a world war. Five Hundred men in all marched or rode, every one of them grim faced and sweating from the heavy armor and warm heat of the noonday sun. About 25 men and 15 mules pulled along engines of war to help them fell the walls of the fort they were now approaching. At the center of the procession was Lord Herbet's carriage. The Lord was hidden within it, but it was what lay strapped on top that drew the eyes of the men. The prisoner they had captured and tortured had been stripped naked and tied atop the carriage to demoralize the troops of the approaching fort.

Rylen felt sorry for the man, Easterner though he was. It wasn't a fit way for anyone to be handled. But then again, after watching his own comrades killed, he had a bit less sympathy for the people who would be his enemies by night fall. He turned around to face forward again, his steed at a reasonable trot that matched the marching men around him.

Beside him walked a burly Knight wielding a huge warhammer name Kerler. The man had a strong jaw and short cropped beard and head of hair, and a signature, hearty grin upon his face. He was so tall that he couldn't quite equip a regular suit of armor on. Instead he simply had a chest piece on his torso, and hip guards strapped to his waist to protect him down to his knees. "Gonna be a fight tonight, eh?" he asked Rylen, his voice coarse and gruff. The Crusader had to agree, and nodded. They were now passing through a thinner part of the forest, and were nearly to the spot of the battle the day before.
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Star Trek: To Boldy Go

Neil Edwards

Name: Neil Edwards
Age: 23
Rank/Position: Ensign Engineer, and former First Sergeant in the Federation Marine Corps.
Race: Human
Appearance: 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 a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin (or soft smile), he is normal in most respects. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black in most lighting. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Personality: Neil is quick witted and downright silly at times. He enjoys excitement and loves a challenge. He has a warped sense of right and wrong, but that doesn't mean he's without morals. He has a tender heart truth be told, an intuitive mind, and a deepness to him, once you get past the jokes and sarcasm. People often underestimate him, but he has an iron will, a fair intellect, and he's downright tough to what some might describe as a sociopathic degree. He laughs in the face of danger, and at least on the outside, his main motivation is to have fun, and kick ass. He quite enjoys explosives.
History: Born to two loving parents, with two older sisters that constantly messed with him, Neil had a fairly average life growing up. It was pretty boring, he soon realized. His mind went all over the place, giving him a knack for fixing and building things because he needed something to do, and a quick wit in conversation. The southern heat he experienced growing up in the northern part of Florida never really bothered him.

After causing quite a few problems at his school growing up, his parents sent him off to the military academy, where he was to be enlisted in the Federation Marine Corp. He gave his Staff Sergeant one hell of a headache. Daily. The punishments meted out to him didn't seem to phase him too much either. In fact he'd often laugh when others would start crying or complaining. However, they gained a (somewhat) healthy respect for one another, and Neil rose to be a Sergeant himself, though he never saw actual combat (unless you could in fighting between recruits, and gun mishaps. Woops).

Deciding that this was now boring again, and he was old enough to be independent on what career path he chose, he decided to demote himself to Ensign as an Engineer in Star Fleet, passing the required tests and making it into the USS Orion. Pretty women, adventure, things to fix, guns to shoot, why not? He made a good accounting of himself when things would go wrong, but had a real disinterest in the dress code or the protocol. Eventually he decided to play by the rules once it became clear that continual disobedience would have him kicked off. He'd wait until such time when it died down to make a ruckus again. Good thing he was a fine addition in most every way save conduct.
Skills: Fine Engineer, Good with Explosive, charming, a fair shot and combatant.
Other: Ladies~ He's very agile and balanced, earning the title 'monkey boy' from various women.
Sample Post:
The blow torch gave off sparks that illuminated his goggles, revealing the signature, roguish grin he had stamped on his face as he realized that he was just about to fix the Warp Engines. The calibrations had already been set by his superior, but they needed a grease monkey's expertise on the matter, apparently. A few of his red shirt colleagues had expressed the opinion that he had no idea what he was doing, but they'd just see about tha- wait...shit.

"No no no no no," he chuckled in desperation as sparks began to fly, grabbing a wrench and yanking out a plug with it. He could feel heat blasting on his face, knowing if he didn't think quickly he'd be more irradiated than was safe for...anyone. "Come on baby, rev up for me, pleeease." he said, inserting back in one of the older 6/7.8 models. Suddenly the lights on the rotor before him lit up like the 4th of July, and his grin grew wider as he marveled at the genius he was. "It's alive... It's alive!" he said to himself like some mad scientist full of glee.

His next words were yelled to his crew mates in the next room. "Hey guys! I think I did something significant!" he called. ..."_{You did something significant}..." ... "_{I just backed talked myself.}"

1920's Gangsters

@SterlingYou might wanna tag some people and see if they're still interested. If they're not you can let them go and accept new players maybe. A few of us wanna keep it going at least :D

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

I gotta be honest. I want more of an earthy bronze color if I'mma be the Dawi

1920's Gangsters

hello?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Okie dokie everyone, there is a post to reply to. If y'all are interested, I'm ready to kick this off. I'd like to thank @BCTheEntity and @The Fated Fallen for being on the ball, recently.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

Maybe I'll make a mix between Forest and Dark Elves, as an empire of Swamp Elves that worship dark nature spirits, known as Pagans.

@wxps350

I wanna hug you

The Fate of Lucumbro

I'm very glad I found this OOC. I'll get to working on a character. (If there is room of course).

🦄 The Best Exotic

Alcander Mires

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Location: Tapri Tea House
Interacting with: Claire@Lady Amalthea Joel@Pundii

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Alcander gave Claire a smile that showed his teeth once she gave him that little innocent act. She was fun to be around, he had to be honest. Cass was too, from what he could tell the other night. Still, there were some things to remember about them, such as the milk being poured on Joel that very instant. He leaned back and watched, watching what transpired. Claire paid for it a second later when she had water poured down her back as well. This is way too much like highschool.

He had to fight the urge to deadpan a 'check please!' and decided to hand her a few napkins, not that they'd do much good. After that, he chomped down on his food. He was so glad he discovered this place. It had some of the best breakfast sandwiches. He chewed and decided to keep watching the antics of these two. It was amusing he had to admit.

Though if someone other than his closest friend poured milk on him, he wasn't sure if he'd walk away forever or challenge them to a duel. Then again, his closest friends back in Tampa wouldn't do that to him. It was an unspoken rule that they'd never mess with each other that way, since a lot of punk bullies used to do the very same to them growing up. They'd not resort to that, even to mess with each other (which was their favorite past time).