RickyG85

Intriguingly's

composing as we speak.

Intriguingly's

Ok, I'm aiming to post again on Saturday.

Intriguingly's

I'm not, so I'm taking a few days.

Intriguingly's

Interest Check 2.0

Bump; added some, removed some others.

Intriguingly's

Let me start by saying this comes with the intention of being funny, first and foremost. But I'm also kinda making a statement about the rp, where it's at, and where it is/isn't going...

I know I started this rp with a sentiment of "no stress", but, like... Come on, man!

It's called a plot hook; if you don't take the bait, there's no story.

You know who you are: If you're struggling with what to do, problem solved- take the bait.

If something more serious has come up and you just can't do this anymore, it's ok. But say so.

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

I'm out.

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@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.

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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.

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

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