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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Milo Ventri

"welcome. I promise the atmosphere was alot better a few minutes ago."

Milo looked over to the voice calling out in his direction, a small, pale, stick of a girl, waving at him from the bar. Milo looked back at the stage a moment to see a person throwing a drink at the men on stage, what a waste of a drink, Milo made his way to the bar where the girl was seated, he looked to the bartender and and held up a finger.

"Let me get something tall an' dark, not to picky."

When the dark glass of beer arrived he took a sip and looked to the girl that had welcomed him.

"I'm not a huge fan of stand up comedy, but the Sinatra they had up there gave me some hope for the evening, hopefully tweedle dee and tweedle dum won't delay this much longer.

Milo gave a small smile now imagining the fat man on stage dressed up in oddly less flamboyant clothing as a bad tweedle dee cosplay. He held out his hand, large and rough from his years in the forge and in the rings.

"Names Milo by the way, Milo Ventri. I just moved in down by the waterfront.

@Princealexus

Beacon: Before the Fall

Milo Ardentus

My Hider

Name: Milo Ardentus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

My Hider

Bio: Milo had studied to be a huntsman at Signal Academy like many others, unlike many others, he does so out of pity, something about the creatures of Grimm saddened him, and his family has always held a similar belief. Milo trains to become a huntsman to relieve the pain of their existence and to further his own. He was made a bit of a pariah in the academy for this, believing the grimm wanted to be slain was odd but it got the same result so no one really bothered to stop him from thinking it, it just seemed weird.
When the time came to further his education and training there was no other options needed beacon was the place he wanted to be, there maybe he wouldn't seem weird, maybe he could learn more about the grimm, maybe this desire to help everyone, even if help is a crushing blow, will finally be recognized.

Semblance Name: Mercy

Description of Semblance: This Semblance allows Milo to radiate his aura to dampen pain reception, this can be passed to any being of Milos choice including Grimm. This is a pure manifestation of his desire to help others even the Grimm, no matter what he wants them not to suffer.

Semblance Limitations: Mercy doesn't heal, the wounds sustained are still their and still have there effects, even under the influence of mercy you may not feel a hairline fracture, but running on it will still break it.

Weapon: Final Round- A weapon designed to end encounters, it was modeled initially after the Japanese tetsubo, a large club with rivets the whole way up.
When transformed, one side of the club will drop and separate into a bipod and the center extends to become a long range rail gun, this gun however is fired one round at time, to compensate for a higher impact.

Favored Dust Element: Lightning

Other:
Likes- board games, coffee lots of coffee, and politness
dislikes- vulgarity, sleeping in, waiting in lines.

Do let me know if I need to change anything.

Beacon: Before the Fall

Hey is this rp still accepting, I have just been watching this show and want in on this.

Spellweavers (Harry Potter Inspired)

I think I am interested in this as well I have a a soft spot for weird majiks, especially enchantments on items.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Milo Ventri

Name: Milo Ventri
Age: 29
Appearance:

My Hider

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 200

Likes: Drinking, smoking, seafood, big band and swing, Hema (historical european martial arts), Smithing, fishing, boating.

Dislikes: Gambling, shouting unnecessarily, pop music and those that love it, kendo, computers.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Special Talent: despite his age he is a skilled longswordsman, as well as a somewhat accomplished blacksmith.

Profession: Milo is an old world Blacksmith by trade, he works out of a small workshop that he owns and lives in The Old Harbor part of the city.

Bio/Personality: As a child, Milo was entrenched in the world of iron. His family, living in a large steel producing city, were all part of the industry and so he was constantly exposed to the sights, but he chose to take a different approach, he chose to be a Blacksmith. Fantasizing about knights in armor, warriors clashing swords, he began to forge blades, and soon he began to use them. Milo soon began making a name for himself in his city on the tournament circuit, and with every win, new customers followed after seeing his own blades used in competition. This was surely the life he wanted and the one he was going to lead, all until he was involved in a car accident. With his leg badly damaged there was little hope of competition, but he could still practice and fight to an extent, the doctors all gave him hope that maybe someday, maybe he could compete.
Milo soon fell into a deep depression and began to drink heavily, but soon he was given a gift, a small workshop on the dockside of Sol city, his dream home, a new beginning, and maybe and solid chance to come back from his injury, a chance to make his name relevant again.

Milo tends to be a stubborn mule when it comes to most things, however, when he has been drinking you can get him to bend with a smile and a kind word, though be prepared for payback for taking advantage of him when he sobers up. Milo is very competitive and will fight to the bitter end with no sign of quitting even when he starts losing, now made more intense ever since pulling out of his depression, now that state is the fire that drives him.

Your character's favorite song:

Tell us about yourself:

*Your age: 24
*What part of the world are you from? USA
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: on and off for seven years
*How often do you have time to post? I can post everyday

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Milo Ventri

Monday evening, Old harbour, Final Round Armoury

It wasn't until late monday evening that Milo managed to get himself settled into his new place, an oddly reconfigured warehouse, now with a plethora of scattered tools and machinery, while also having his own personal belongings still scattered about. "Damn,
I knew I should have done a yard sale or something before coming here. Milo said quietly under his breath. He took out a cigar from a pocket humidor he keeps on him and throws on his jacket, he figured maybe he should just take a walk around town and get his bearings.
Milo stepped outside and saw the setting sun, it truly was nice to be here, anywhere that wasn't where he came from for that matter, at least here though he won't be looked at like a pitiful wounded animal. Milo locked the front door and lit his cigar. The old ten speed bike he had was not the prettiest thing but his doctor said that it would be great for his rehab so he brought it with him, he figured that it was cheaper than driving anyway, it wasn't like he had a commute to work, it was all for fun.

Swan's Song, same evening

As Milo rolled through town he took in the sights, this town was far brighter, even in the nights like this, compared to his home town, but it was the record store that stopped him, Swan's song, how quaint, though the Sinatra being belted out was the draw, he walked in at the tail of the song, and watched the boy rushed off the stage. The men that got on stage afterwards were almost satirical, Milo thought at first they were a comedy act, but the joke wore thin. Milo crossed his arms and took a more robust stance, back home, this was when the fight broke out, though this was not the time or place to be picking the fights, he was ready just in case however. Under his breath he looked at the men on stage and said, "I snuffed a good cigar for this."

@Pilatus@Furiosa@Robo27@Monacho@King Tai@Voltus_Ventus@Jay Kalton@aladdin_sane@RabidPorcupine@PrinceAlexus

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Name: Milo Ventri
Age: 25
Appearance:

My Hider

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 200

Likes: Drinking, smoking, seafood, big band and swing, Hema (historical european martial arts), Smithing, fishing, boating.

Dislikes: Gambling, shouting unnecessarily, pop music and those that love it, kendo, computers.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Special Talent: despite his age he is a skilled longswordsman, as well as a somewhat accomplished blacksmith.

Profession: Milo is an old world Blacksmith by trade, he works out of a small workshop that he owns and lives in The Old Harbor part of the city.

Bio/Personality: As a child, Milo was entrenched in the world of iron. His family, living in a large steel producing city, were all part of the industry and so he was constantly exposed to the sights, but he chose to take a different approach, he chose to be a Blacksmith. Fantasizing about knights in armor, warriors clashing swords, he began to forge blades, and soon he began to use them. Milo soon began making a name for himself in his city on the tournament circuit, and with every win, new customers followed after seeing his own blades used in competition. This was surely the life he wanted and the one he was going to lead, all until he was involved in a car accident. With his leg badly damaged there was little hope of competition, but he could still practice and fight to an extent, the doctors all gave him hope that maybe someday, maybe he could compete.
Milo soon fell into a deep depression and began to drink heavily, but soon he was given a gift, a small workshop on the dockside of Sol city, his dream home, a new beginning, and maybe and solid chance to come back from his injury, a chance to make his name relevant again.

Milo tends to be a stubborn mule when it comes to most things, however, when he has been drinking you can get him to bend with a smile and a kind word, though be prepared for payback for taking advantage of him when he sobers up. Milo is very competitive and will fight to the bitter end with no sign of quitting even when he starts losing, now made more intense ever since pulling out of his depression, now that state is the fire that drives him.

Your character's favorite song:

Tell us about yourself:

*Your age: 24
*What part of the world are you from? USA
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: on and off for seven years
*How often do you have time to post? I can post everyday

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@PrinceAlexus

Is there still room in this rp for another guy

Hero Acedamy: The story of class 101

I'm down, if you will have me.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ash

Ash looked at Griffin as he ate his "space cookie" and he chuckled, "I haven't had a red since my sister gave me these, now they are the only flavor I can stomach." Ash smiled and kept talking, "Hey I have am thinking of making something to eat here in a bit, you want to come by for dinner, turns out one of my roommates can't eat, so I think the seat is open." Ash liked talking to the invisible man, he didn't care that he couldn't see him, he was the kindest person he had met so far, and that was worth quite a bit to him. Ash hadn't had the oppurtunity to spend an afternoon like this in years, maybe this year was going to be good after all.