RickyG85

Space Fantasy Space Opera Thing

@InfamousGuy101you know what, don't worry about. You aren't the one who's done anything wrong.

I'm out.

Space Fantasy Space Opera Thing

@InfamousGuy101 That's accepted (I'd add the caveat that this is not Imperium of Man levels of callousness, at least universally, but yeah, empires are gonna empire) xD

@RickyG85 That's... not. The weird copycat idea is just... what?

@Raineh Daze

I had that idea first... my character was posted first... And I'm the "copycat"?

I don't care that we had similar ideas, if you like his better, say that and ask if I'm willing to do something different, instead of speaking to me this way.

Edit to add: You gave the thumbs up on my concept about 6 hours before Infamous even came into the thread.

Space Fantasy Space Opera Thing

Name: Bartok
Age: 40
Gender: Man
Species: Human
Appearance: 6'2", shoulder length wavy hair (soft black and grey) with the top tied back. 2 foot long beard in a single braid. The hair seems to be (mostly) covering up Martian face-tattoos, the only one fully visible is a heavy dark green line across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Olive skinned, blue eyes. Usually dressed in a flannel shirt, denim jeans, combat boots, and an old, worn grey longcoat, like the kind worn by imperial soldiers...

Personality: Stoic; doesn't speak unless spoken to, and keeps his responses brief. Gets anxious, even agitated while his flask is empty (it is rarely empty). Functional Alcoholic, takes frequent sips throughout negotiations or heated conversations, but never takes his eyes off the opposition. Doesn't seem comfortable making his own decisions, often glances in the captains direction, like he's looking for guidance, or approval.

Brief Backstory: Former Imperial Soldier, born and raised on Mars. Doesn't talk about his time in service, and ignores anyone who tries to press him on it. Gets up and leaves the room if conversation comes to an event referred to commonly as "The Martian Massacre"; a militant crackdown in response to murmurs of dissent when knowledge of the Emperors failing health leaked to the public. It got so bad there were actually a couple strikes from orbit before order was restored. Official reports claimed that there were no survivors in the targeted zones; orbital strikes don't recognize friend or foe...

Equipment: grey longcoat, bowie knife, utility belt with shoulder straps for additional pockets. Worn but functional standard infantry Rifle, complete with flip-lock lance blade in the butt of the rifle. Canteen that does not contain water. Broken device with a button on it which he has never explained to anyone.

Skills: hand to hand combat, simple sewing, ground tactics, plays violin.

Space Fantasy Space Opera Thing

@Raineh Daze you haven't given ayay or nay on my concept.

Shall I go ahead and fill the character sheet, than?

Space Fantasy Space Opera Thing

I'm thinking about a character who's "The Mule/Heavy"; he does heavy lifting such as cargo, and on jobs does one or two things: if things go smooth, he just stands there looking scary. If things don't go smooth, he proves why it would've been better to let things go smooth :P Doesn't like the fighting much, and begins losing control of himself the longer a fight goes on, or the worse the fight gets. See's himself as an attack dog, literally; won't start a fight on his own initiative, and stops when ordered, provided he hasn't lost his head.
A slight drinking problem tied to a dark secret from his past, obviously an ex-soldier due to his knowledge and proficiency with weapons and combat. (Human, of course). It'd be better for him to stop tying his lively hood to violence, but he doesn't know what else to do with himself- he doesn't trust himself to operate without the structure of orders.

That concept work? (I do plan to submit a character sheet, I just thought I'd get approval on the concept first)

Fantasy Anime Space Opera Type Thingy

I'll keep an eye on this one!

Intriguingly's

Dante hesitated, then called out, not too loud, like he already regretted it, “Uh… hello? Is someone back there?”

@Azure Bubbles

A feint, child-like voice answered, "...Hello?... Mister?... I'm sorry I opened your door... I'm so cold, please, can I go home?"

Meanwhile, Mr. Imp was patiently ushering the teenagers out, one of whom stopped to make eyes at Allie. He tried to look cool, but he clearly didn't know what "cool" looked like. The fact he had to hold his pants up with one hand didn't help; the belt, though buckled, was cut clean through in one spot, so it could no longer perform it's function. He said to her, "How you doin'?-"

Mr. Imp pushed him along, "Now now, it's time to move along, before the local authorities catch you here! Move along, thank you, come again..."

He frowned at the door once it was shut behind the youths, as well as the car with the dogs in it, barking at him. He resumed his mask of a smile when he glanced at Allie, "My apologies, miss; were you finding everything?"

Intriguingly's

ok, working on that post like I said... Sheesh, only 4 days ago? felt like a whole week...

Intriguingly's

Nice to see folks being friendly ^_^

I'm going to try and have the next post by the end of the week, but it'll unavoidably be a shorter one.

I'll do my best to make a good read, anyway.

Intriguingly's

@Azure BubblesYou doing ok? haven't heard from you in awhile