ReusableSword

Walking Dead

Hello I'm just here to get Poi's hopes up.... also bump.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

@Lewis251

well Steve got his wish and now has a big green nurse giving him medical attention lol

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Gorge The Mutant

--> Near the ocean --> Salem Clinic /// Midday

Gorge made sure every step was careful, so he wouldn’t jar his old friend around too much, the sight and smell of the sea was welcoming to both of them. Before too long he had found a quiet place to set the ghoul down at, it was quiet and it overlooked the sea. Sitting down next to his friend he passed him one of his bottles of whiskey, the ghoul didn’t hesitate to drink what was offered to him and for a moment they sat in silence.

“You should stay here for a while Gorge, I think this place would be good for you” the ghoul spoke between coughs and wheezes.

The larger mutant sighed and looked to his dying friend, “you sure that’s not you being delirious? Most places don’t like people like me around here.”

The ghoul scoffed, coughed, and then laughed, “Please they might have a funny way of saying it but people around here would probably like the extra protection.”

Gorge shifted slightly, he was a bit uncomfortable with the idea, “and if they tell me to leave I wonder where I will wander off to this time?”

“Hey, you shouldn’t be alone this time and you don’t have to be.” The ghoul coughed and took another swig, “those people looked pretty roughed up, you’re no medic but I’m sure you have been around long enough to know how to keep some pathetic smooth skins alive.”

They both laughed then sighed, “at least we had a good run old man.”

The ghoul finished off the bottle and grabbed the other one, “yeah yeah, don’t get all touchy-feely on me, but if you find those supplies we were carrying you can give it to these folk here” another pause of coughing and drinking, “now go on back to town and help them out, that way this old man can die in peace.”

The armored mutant stood and shook the ghouls hand one last time, “Good bye Harold, it was fun”

Harold only nodded, “Likewise”

Gorge looked to his friend one last time and picked up his gun leaving the mutant to enjoy his final moments alone.

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The walk back into town was a short one, members of the town were still rushing about doing their own things and didn't really seem too bothered by him. He walked back to the clinic where he had picked up Harold and stepped inside, making sure not to bump the door frame when he entered. He looked about the makeshift clinic and noticed the one doctor taking care of one man with a few others looking after another girl.

The mutant set his weapon down near the door, looking around once before taking off his gloves and his helmet. He was looking for a sink and some soap, lucky for him it would seem that there was a small sink with some soap nearby. Acting quickly Gorge washed his hands and walked towards the beds only to be interrupted by a man yelling about his injury.

This man was the same one he brought in earlier and this time seemed to be a bit livelier now. The mutant walked over to the man’s bed side picking up a couple fresh bandages that were laid out on a table. Gorge walked to the right side of the man’s bed and knelt down, pulling an old monocle out of one of his pockets and putting it at his right eye.

With a sigh he spoke, “listen here bud, my names Gorge and I’ll be keeping you alive today. So first things first I need you to calm down, your accelerated heart rate is going to get you killed.”

However, even after telling the man to calm down the super mutant pulled out a small but sharp and well-kept knife, “if you do not calm down I will knock you unconscious, and now hold still while I cut your shirt off.”

Gorge proceeded to cut the man’s shirt off to get a better view of the injury, if the man where to struggle or try to fight he knew that with this man’s current condition there was little chance of this man overpowering him. The mutant would ignore any insult or any attempt to harm him by this human and instead concentrate on the wound. He was no doctor, what little medical knowledge he had about humans was mostly to keep them alive but not comfortable.

The large mutant proceeded to lay out the bandages across the man’s chest and hold pressure to him, his large hands being more than capable of spanning the entire wound. “Doctor this one is going to need stitches, and you don’t want me doing stitches.” When he turned to continue holding pressure, the mutants BOS holotags dropped out from around his neck. Gorge didn’t think much of it and continued to hold pressure on the man’s wound.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

Well, I guess he and Garanin might get along, if the whole orc-dwarf hatred isn't present in this world.

Also, you sure seem to like Orcs, Luci...

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

nah man here every body likes everybody else... except dark elves cuse you know no one likes dark elves.

@Spirit
also still here just haven't thought of much to post in a while, Vale is still rather unimpressed with everything lol.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Trevor "Shadow" Stevens

Trevor watched quietly as the others spoke and gave their own opinions of the situation, nodding to the others as he filled out the door behind Maisy. Something about this town and its overly friendly women folk made him feel weird, he wasn’t used to this much attention and somehow he had caught the eye of many of them. Perhaps it was his height or the fact he wore medieval armor, whatever the case the little ball of fury beside him kept most of them away just by looking at her. He could have sworn she glared at him whenever he was stopped by some lady’s looking for attention.

She was being rather quiet until she pulled him behind some buildings to escape from all the prying eyes of the townsfolk. He was wondering what was going on until she spoke up and hit him in the arm, “Ow” he said as he gave her a sad face and rubbed his arm. He still kept quiet as the smaller girl spoke, she was right to be worried and it wasn’t something he was used too, having someone worry about him. Still, the worry and subtle sadness in her voice made him sigh, but he still smiled at her, “I’m sorry, I’m not used to someone worrying about me or my safety. But my leg will be fine, it didn’t go to deep.”

The man paused for a moment to look around then looked back to her, “you know I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately and well, I wanted to talk to you, so I could tell you something, so I could be honest with you” again he paused nervously looking around. He began to speak in a hushed tone, “everyone in the Fort Stevens contingent is sworn to secrecy not to me but to my father. So by telling you this I could very well be exiled from my settlement.” He paused again and sighed, “Some teamsters we brought with us are not teamsters. Five of them to be exact, my special ops squad, Task Force Bravo, Witch Hunters” this was hard for him, but he wanted to be honest with her and effectively he was choosing her over his father.

“They are here because of my father’s contingencies. For example, if the expedition was to fail, their job would be protecting me and getting me home, effectively making me disappear when you would need me most.” Again the increasingly nervous Trevor checked his surroundings before returning to her. “Another contingency would be to protect me if I were to take command, and they would snuffle out any resistance to me.” He smiled at her for a moment, “I want to be honest with you, no secrets.”

This time he stepped up to her and put his arm around her, pulling the girl closer. “I was going to wait till later to tell you this but with the deaths of our comrades, the stark reminder of who we are, of what we are, and what we will become… I don’t want to wait any longer” he looked down into the blonde girl’s mossy green eyes and smiled. He waited for a little while just getting lost in her eyes for a few moments, “I don’t care if you want to keep what we have together secret, I’ll still keep it secret because it’s what you want.” He was still smiling, and he could feel his anxiety start up again as his hand was shaking. Moving his right hand to run her hair through his fingers he sighed again and brought his head down to whisper in her ear, “Maisy, I… I love you”

@RumikoOhara@Poi

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax
Sure

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

what I got so far
@tobiax

Toron (WIP)

Toron Warnock

Aura Color: Forest Green
Name: Toron Warnock
Age: 24
Gender: Male Faunus
Species: Pangolin – Armored brown scales across his back, the back of his arms, and the back of his legs.
Physical Description: Toron has tanned skin and short blonde hair he normally has brushed back or too his right side. He also has a rough short beard and has black eyes that appear green if they are illuminated in darkness, several scars dot his torso, legs, and arms where he has no scales. His overlapping brown scales are rather sharp and more of a natural dull color.
Build: Muscular
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 236 Lbs.

Personality: Toron is the strong quiet type, a bit protective of his friends and family as well as other Faunus but tends to keep a cool and collected demeanor if not a bit stoic. He can be angry or passionate about the things he believes in and once he gets to the point of anger and becomes enraged there is little that can calm him down. Although keeping the strong stoic demeanor in the general public he is prone to being emotional in private and he is awkward to say the least, but he owns it and isn’t embarrassed about it. He can also be paranoid, secretive, and untrusting of new people.

Ultimately he does believe that all things have a balance and that it must be kept, in doing so he has a general respect for all living things, including Grimm. He is respectful of their danger but has always wished to simply understand them and their purpose, even if others think his obsession is unhealthy. So far he has come to the conclusion that the Grimm are there to keep the humans and Faunus in balance, to unite them against a common enemy and show that when it comes down to it they are nearly the same.

Weapon: leash and muzzle

Weapon Description: Leash and Muzzle is a bow staff to start that breaks apart into three sections kept together by strong chains. The staff itself has very natural tones of green and brown to it mixed with the white and blood red of the masks of the Grimm.
Every section does something different, the bottom portion can fire a round similar to that of a rifle, slow firing, medium range, plenty of damage, and when combined with burning dust makes an impressive explosive shot.

The middle section is reinforced and has multiple small reinforced plates of metal so that they can be quickly spread apart and deployed to a sturdy shield.

The last section houses two barbed javelins tethered by a high tensile strength rope. The javelins fire from different ends in off center tubes. This section is used to help tether Grimm in place while he uses his semblance.

Semblance: Beast Tamer

Semblance Description: His Semblance works in two parts, the first and most demanding is the taking of Grimm masks. In order to do this he must be able to physically touch the mask of the Grimm and concentrate on it. This action envelopes the mask until he is eventually able to pull it free of the Grimm, the body and mask of the Grimm evaporate leaving only a smaller mask behind. This mask is used in the second phase of his semblance.

Weakness: during this time he has to remain focused and concentrated on the beast, thus leaving him open to other attacks. Other Grimm will focus on him while this is happening and it is extremely taxing on his aura. The time it takes to take a mask depends on how powerful the Grimm is, and a failed attempt will nearly drain him of his aura. It should also be said that masks can survive for 48 hours without being touched by him before evaporating.

Phase two: the second phase of his semblance occurs when he wears a mask that he took. When this happens he normally falls and is enveloped in a black pool of an unknown substance, any attempt to harvest this liquid results in failure as the mass evaporates after leaving the pool. Within a few moments, again depending on the Grimm, a Grimm corresponding with the mask that was worn will crawl out. This Grimm is different only in color, the black body will have a green shimmer to it and the normally red and orange lines across its face will instead be green. Also, the Grimm he becomes will be stronger then when he captured it.

Weakness: He retains limited control over the Grimm, he can identify Friend from Foe and at times can control it in combat, and as such property tends to be destroyed in the fight because he cannot control all of their basic instincts to destroy. Again other Grimm in the area will be attracted to him and will attack him ignoring others. If the Grimm is killed Toron’s unconscious body will appear after the Grimm has evaporated away and the mask will also break.

Backstory: Toron and his family once lived in a small village near vale, his father and mother ran the local inn and where well respected in their community. His brothers and sisters where shining examples of the community and how things where. However, Toron was the black sheep of the family so to say he always questioned why they talked so badly about Grimm and did not respect them. His world views were not appreciated by many of the town’s folk, nor was his obsession with them. He always seemed to ask the strangest and sometimes darkest questions about them while in school.

He was bullied occasionally by both family and citizens because of his views. These beatings to try and force him in line only turned from sorrow to hatred and then anger and rage. Then one day it happened, their once tranquil village turned into a warzone because a wounded huntress who had lost her team ran through town dragging Beowulf’s, Ursula’s, and Nevermore’s behind her. The huntress didn’t stop she just kept running as the Grimm descended upon the town, such cowardice. Toron had no choice, he had to flee, to run or die like so many already had.

Yet on his way out of town he saw it, an injured Beowulf that had gotten pinned by falling debris. As it scratched and snarled at him he couldn’t help but be drawn to it. Voices echoed in his mind and beckoned him to touch its mask while being wary of its bite. And so he did, he reached out and touched the beast and instantly he was confused, he could feel the hate and anger and rage the beast felt. Then suddenly everything went black and he was lost sinking into an abyss he couldn’t escape, he remembers everything being cold.

He woke the next day, the village had been destroyed and the Grimm that was before him was gone leaving only its mask. (more to come)

Likes:
+ Quiet places.
+ Rainy days.
+ Being in the forest.
+ Reading old history and legend books.

Dislikes:
- Hot days.
- Rude people.
- White Fang.
- People who are hostile or judge him.

Strengths:
Grimm Researcher – Toron has watched, followed, stalked, and fought many different kinds of Grimm. He’s also spent long hours reading books and legends about them, with his unhealthy obsession he has a wide array of knowledge about them. Even to the extent where he sometimes finds himself correcting professors on the subject.
Strength and Endurance – Toron is always wary to show off his semblance and there for has had a lot of training with his weapon and combat. This has allowed him to be strong in both body and mind.
Challenge – He is always up for a challenge, he knows when to quite but does like to have some fun.
Improvise – whatever the issue, whether it be parts or strategy, he always has a plan or a backup plan that are all extremely flexible and come up on the fly. He understands how things work and knows how to use items to replace parts in most technology.
Adaptive/Survival – He has lived and wandered alone for some time, this has trained him into surviving in the forests and urban terrains better than most, whether that is from stealing what he needs to foraging for it he always makes do with what he has.
Weaknesses:
Social Stigma – with him being Faunus and with his semblance he has never quite fit in anywhere, he mostly finds this difficult because people fear him for what he can do. On top of this his semblance makes him collect masks that he keeps on his belt and look similar to those that are used by the white fang. This in turn marks him as one to the general public and an enemy of the white fang who view him having so many masks as trophies. So in turn he is not widely accepted in most communities.
Ranged Attacks – Toron has ranged attacks but they aren’t very accurate or used often enough to be very effective.
Aura Depletion – His semblance draws heavily on his aura and after being activated will drain it at least half way if not completely.
Speed - Speed has always been an issue with him, although prone to fast sprints when in combat he's more likely to rely on deflecting attacks rather then dodging them.

Combat Outfit Image/Description: Armored brown trench coat, multiple small pouches and patches of metal and light armor underneath.
Casual Outfit Image/Description: Same as above.
Theme: https://youtu.be/Ppsa_DIkJes Miracle of Sound - Friends to Foes
Quote: “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

(Revival) RWBY: Calm Before The Storm

done
@Kitty

Toron Warnock

Toron Warnock

Aura Color: Forest Green
Name: Toron Warnock
Age: 18
Gender: Male Faunus
Species: Pangolin – Armored brown scales across his back, the back of his arms, and the back of his legs.
Physical Description: Toron has tanned skin and short blonde hair he normally has brushed back or too his right side. He also has a rough short beard and has black eyes that appear green if they are illuminated in darkness, several scars dot his torso, legs, and arms where he has no scales. His overlapping brown scales are rather sharp and more of a natural dull color.
Build: Muscular
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 236 Lbs.

Personality: Toron is the strong quiet type, a bit protective of his friends and family as well as other Faunus but tends to keep a cool and collected demeanor if not a bit stoic. He can be angry or passionate about the things he believes in and once he gets to the point of anger and becomes enraged there is little that can calm him down. Although keeping the strong stoic demeanor in the general public he is prone to being emotional in private and he is awkward to say the least, but he owns it and isn’t embarrassed about it. He can also be paranoid, secretive, and untrusting of new people.

Ultimately he does believe that all things have a balance and that it must be kept, in doing so he has a general respect for all living things, including Grimm. He is respectful of their danger but has always wished to simply understand them and their purpose, even if others think his obsession is unhealthy. So far he has come to the conclusion that the Grimm are there to keep the humans and Faunus in balance, to unite them against a common enemy and show that when it comes down to it they are nearly the same.

Weapon: leash and muzzle

Weapon Description: Leash and Muzzle is a bow staff to start that breaks apart into three sections kept together by strong chains. The staff itself has very natural tones of green and brown to it mixed with the white and blood red of the masks of the Grimm.
Every section does something different, the bottom portion can fire a round similar to that of a rifle, slow firing, medium range, plenty of damage, and when combined with burning dust makes an impressive explosive shot.

The middle section is reinforced and has multiple small reinforced plates of metal so that they can be quickly spread apart and deployed to a sturdy shield.

The last section houses two barbed javelins tethered by a high tensile strength rope. The javelins fire from different ends in off center tubes. This section is used to help tether Grimm in place while he uses his semblance.

Semblance: Beast Tamer

Semblance Description: His Semblance works in two parts, the first and most demanding is the taking of Grimm masks. In order to do this he must be able to physically touch the mask of the Grimm and concentrate on it. This action envelopes the mask until he is eventually able to pull it free of the Grimm, the body and mask of the Grimm evaporate leaving only a smaller mask behind. This mask is used in the second phase of his semblance.

Weakness: during this time he has to remain focused and concentrated on the beast, thus leaving him open to other attacks. Other Grimm will focus on him while this is happening and it is extremely taxing on his aura. The time it takes to take a mask depends on how powerful the Grimm is, and a failed attempt will nearly drain him of his aura. It should also be said that masks can survive for 48 hours without being touched by him before evaporating.

Phase two: the second phase of his semblance occurs when he wears a mask that he took. When this happens he normally falls and is enveloped in a black pool of an unknown substance, any attempt to harvest this liquid results in failure as the mass evaporates after leaving the pool. Within a few moments, again depending on the Grimm, a Grimm corresponding with the mask that was worn will crawl out. This Grimm is different only in color, the black body will have a green shimmer to it and the normally red and orange lines across its face will instead be green. Also, the Grimm he becomes will be stronger then when he captured it.

Weakness: He retains limited control over the Grimm, he can identify Friend from Foe and at times can control it in combat, and as such property tends to be destroyed in the fight because he cannot control all of their basic instincts to destroy. Again other Grimm in the area will be attracted to him and will attack him ignoring others. If the Grimm is killed Toron’s unconscious body will appear after the Grimm has evaporated away and the mask will also break.

Backstory: Toron and his family once lived in a small village near vale, his father and mother ran the local inn and were well respected in their community. His brothers and sisters were shining examples of the community and how things were. However, Toron was the black sheep of the family so to say he always questioned why they talked so badly about Grimm and did not respect them. His world views were not appreciated by many of the town’s folk, nor was his obsession with them. He always seemed to ask the strangest and sometimes the darkest questions about them while in school.

He was bullied occasionally by both family and citizens because of his views. These beatings to try to force him in line only turned from sorrow to hatred and then anger and rage. Then one day it happened, their once tranquil village turned into a war zone because a wounded huntress who had lost her team ran through town dragging Beowulf’s, Ursula’s, and Nevermore’s behind her. The huntress didn’t stop she just kept running as the Grimm descended upon the town, such cowardice. Toron had no choice, he had to flee, to run or die like so many already had.

Yet on his way out of town he saw it, an injured Beowulf that had gotten pinned by falling debris. As it scratched and snarled at him he couldn’t help but be drawn to it. Voices echoed in his mind and beckoned him to touch its mask while being wary of its bite. And so he did, he reached out and touched the beast and instantly he was confused, he could feel the hate and anger and rage the beast felt. Then suddenly everything went black, and he was lost sinking into an abyss he couldn’t escape, he remembers everything being cold.

He woke the next day, the village had been destroyed and the Grimm that was before him was gone leaving only its mask. Weary and separated from the people he knew, he began to wander toward the direction of the next town. It was an easy route to follow many others had taken the same path he was. However, after a day of walking he was forced off the path and into the forest by a passing Nevermore and through a few trips and falls found himself alone, with no path to follow, and only the survival techniques he learned from some elders to guide him.

Somehow over the next few weeks he was able to survive, barley. He was tired, hungry and cold, but still he kept going, taking food and water when he could find it. At times, he would walk in circles and would constantly be on the lookout for Grimm and hostile wild animals and people. Then one night after crawling into a makeshift shelter he heard it, through the rain and wind he could hear the distant sounds of battle. He was scared and frozen, he was indecisive on what he should do. Thinking back to his father as if suddenly remembering what the man had told him a few years ago, “Sometimes making no decision is the worst decision of all.”

With this the boy decided he wouldn’t be afraid anymore, he decided that he would do what he could to help, he would protect. With this decision the boy grabbed his makeshift bag and ran out into the night towards the roaring of Grimm and gunshots. The forest was loud and slippery but still the boy ran, tripping and stumbling toward the battle that sounded like it was just over the crest.

When he got to the top of the hill he paused, by the earlier sounds it seemed like there were more Grimm but looking over the burnt and cratered part of the forest all he saw was three Ursulas closing in on one huntsman. He couldn’t tell what the huntsmen were doing but couldn’t let this opportunity to go home pass, so the boy threw a stone. The stone hit one of the Ursula’s and made it turn towards him. He could remember the huntsmen yelling, telling him to run while the Ursula walked towards him.

He doesn’t remember much after that, only instinctual putting the mask on and passing out. The boy remembers roaring and pain before he woke in an unfamiliar place. It was a simple room with a small window, it was sunny and birds were chirping outside. When he sat up he noticed he was clean and his hair had been cut, such a strange feeling to finally feel human again. However, he did notice when he got up that his muscles and joints hurt as he limped towards the door.

When the boy was finally able to get to the door and opened it, he was met by the warm smell of food and a friendly voice, “about time you woke up.” It was the huntsmen from earlier, apparently whatever they did get them out of the situation, yet, he still couldn’t remember what happened. After they ate the huntsmen brought in another older looking man and after an explanation of what happened the older man talked to him. Told him that he was an old teacher at beacon academy and that he could train him, that he could teach the boy how to fight and survive, and that he could give him a home while they looked for his family.

Scarred, confused, and yearning to know more, Toron accepted the man’s offer and so for the next several years he trained. Through blood sweat and tears he continued his training, the old man was brutal and tough but inelegant with just the right amount of caring for the young man. In time Toron learned how to fight, how to use his aura, how to make and repair his armor and weapons, and most importantly how to use his semblance. Then after the man was sure he had taught the boy everything he knew he pulled some strings and made a few calls. Before Toron knew it he was off and on his way to train at Beacon.

Likes:
+ Quiet places.
+ Rainy days.
+ Being in the forest.
+ Reading old history and legend books.

Dislikes:
- Hot days.
- Rude people.
- White Fang.
- People who are hostile or judge him.

Strengths:
Grimm Researcher – Toron has watched, followed, stalked, and fought many different kinds of Grimm. He’s also spent long hours reading books and legends about them, with his unhealthy obsession he has a wide array of knowledge about them. Even to the extent where he sometimes finds himself correcting professors on the subject.
Strength and Endurance – Toron is always wary to show off his semblance and there for has had a lot of training with his weapon and combat. This has allowed him to be strong in both body and mind.
Challenge – He is always up for a challenge, he knows when to quite but does like to have some fun.
Improvise – whatever the issue, whether it be parts or strategy, he always has a plan or a backup plan that are all extremely flexible and come up on the fly. He understands how things work and knows how to use items to replace parts in most technology.
Adaptive/Survival – He has lived and wandered alone for some time, this has trained him into surviving in the forests and urban terrains better than most, whether that is from stealing what he needs to foraging for it he always makes do with what he has.
Weaknesses:
Social Stigma – with him being Faunus and with his semblance he has never quite fit in anywhere, he mostly finds this difficult because people fear him for what he can do. On top of this his semblance makes him collect masks that he keeps on his belt and look similar to those that are used by the white fang. This in turn marks him as one to the general public and an enemy of the white fang who view him having so many masks as trophies. So in turn he is not widely accepted in most communities.
Ranged Attacks – Toron has ranged attacks but they aren’t very accurate or used often enough to be very effective.
Aura Depletion – His semblance draws heavily on his aura and after being activated will drain it at least half way if not completely.
Speed - Speed has always been an issue with him, although prone to fast sprints when in combat he's more likely to rely on deflecting attacks rather then dodging them.

Combat Outfit Image/Description: Armored brown trench coat, multiple small pouches and patches of metal and light armor underneath.
Casual Outfit Image/Description: Same as above.
Theme: https://youtu.be/Ppsa_DIkJes Miracle of Sound - Friends to Foes
Quote: “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax
thanks, it will still be a day or so before I get you a character. you know holidays and stuff.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Yall still accepting? I know it says apply and you guys are a bit slow right now but I thought id ask... I have also been lurking for the last couple days.