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7 yrs ago
Current Hey everyone! Trying to get back into the swing of things after a LONG break. Happy to see the site still kicking =)
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8 yrs ago
Just wanted to say sorry to all my RP partners for my disappearance. Things around my unit have gotten ridiculously busy lately and I have had almost no free time. I'm hoping things calm down soon.
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8 yrs ago
Yay I'm finally 21! I can no longer be charged as an adult for being underage!
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8 yrs ago
Ice hockey is basically just people wearing knife shoes fighting each other with long sticks for the last Oreo.
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8 yrs ago
I like just letting people think I'm dumb, it's too much work to open my mouth and prove them right
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Bio

Hello my RPing comrades and welcome to my little slice of the internet, help yourself to a cookie. If you have come here you must want to know a little bit about me, colored me faltered!! Well to start I'm a twenty year old male who has been roleplaying for the past six years, I actually got my start on the original site before it went down if anyone was around for those days. I am currently employed as a LPN for the U.S. Army, which is just another way for saying that I usually have quite the busy schedule yay... My interests are pretty simple; gaming, reading, and of course roleplaying!!

As for my RPing skills I usually try to keep to the casual section for RPs, though I have dipped my toes into the advanced sections from time to time, so I usually try to shoot up two to three good paragraphs per post. Interest wise I am a sucker for anything fantasy or superhero based, what can I say dungeons and spandex excite me XD I love a simple slice of life RP too, helps with a change of pace. I normally play male characters, I just feel that I am able to write for them better than a female character. I love talking in the OOC, almost a bit too much so if I am chatting your ear off please tell me to shut my trap, trust me I really need to from time to time.

Oh and please if you want to send me a PM feel more than free to, I love meeting new people, and I only bite half of the time =D

List O Interests:

Fallout
Elder Scrolls
Bioshock
Marvel Universe
DC Universe
My Hero Academia
Percy Jackson
Harry Potter
The Wolf Among Us/Fables
Star Wars
Borderlands
Overwatch
Mass Effect
Oh and of course...
DRAGON AGE!!!


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"It all comes so easy to me."


Name
Donovan "Dawn" Sanguina

Age
"Age is merely a number darling."
694


Gender
"I have long since transcended the constraints of such titles."
Changes gender quite frequently, though was born a male


Appearance
Like many members of his clan Dawn is known to change his appearance rather constantly though he does seem to have a preferred appearance when making his identity known to other Kindred. This "favored" appearance is rather androgynous, though he does alter it slightly towards one gender or the other when the situation calls for it. The form has a lanky frame, standing at 6'4" and having a thin body build. His hair is messy, reaching just down below his neck, and dark-red. He has brilliant yellow eyes which have a unsettling gleam in them. His skin, like most Kindred, is deathly pale. What is most unnerving has to be his teeth, which are razor sharp and beast like. His typical attire consists of a black vest over a crimson dress shirt, a black tie, black gloves, a pair of red-framed glasses which are accessorized with a chain with skulls, a black fedora with a deep red ribbon tied around it, and red and black ankle boots.

Generation
11th

Clan
Tzimisce
"Such a harsh title is lent to me and my ilk. Fiends they call us, but I assure you we are no more damned than other Kindred. We merely accept the gift of unlife with stride."


Disciplines
Vicissitude

Koldunism

Animalism


History
Donovan Sanguina was born over half a millennia ago into a small village nestled in eastern Europe. Donovan was the eldest child of one of the noble families of the town, his father being a highly respected merchant within the community. Ever since a young age Donovan had a fascination with the inner functions of the human body. His family's wealth allowed him to pursue his scholarly passions with virtually no hindrance, his father employing some of the brightest professors of the time to the sole purpose of the instruction of Donovan. His family's high place in society forced Donovan to become accustom of such social activities as masquerade balls and family rivalries, though they never interested the young lad.

Through years of study Donovan was able to escape the monotonous life of high society by becoming a physician. The young man traveled from town to town preforming grand medical feats, from curing ailments that plagued whole villages to preforming life saving surgeries. He built up such a renowned reputation that when the Black Death eventually appeared in Europe that he was highly sought after to become a Plague Doctor. For years Donovan studied victims of the dreaded Black Death in order to better understand the disease, but the more the physician studied the plague the more impressed he became with how it wrecked havoc on the human body. It eventually got to the point that Donovan would secretly infect people with the Black Death just so he could watch them succumb to the illness. Eventually his actions were noticed, but by someone who shared his views, someone who admired the young man's passions. This kindred spirit was a Cainite by the name of Thyia who was of the Tzimisce clan. The Kindred was so impressed with Donovan's mastery over the human form that she offered him the chance to improve it past any mortal understanding, Donovan accepted and began his unlife anew with his Sire.

Donovan and Thyia spent lifetimes in each others company, traversing the world and indulging in all the pleasantries allowed to the damned. Alas this time of enjoyment came to a rather vicious end when Sire and Childe had a falling out, over what is a well guarded secret that is only known to the two of them. At this point Donovan, or rather Dawn, had cut a quite the quaint little corner for himself in this world of darkness. He eventually entered the employ of Prince Cranston as an advisor, more particularly on matters involving the Sabbat as Dawn has quite the understanding of the group's inner works and tactics. There are many in the Camarilla that view Dawn with a mixture of hatred and fear do to rumors of him being a Sabbat agent as well as the horror stories that are told about members of his clan.


Personality
Dawn on the surface is a sensual individual, almost on par of that of a Toreador. He has a fascination with the body, breaking what would normally be considered personal space boundaries with little thought in order to "examine fascinating subjects" as he puts it. He is a scholarly soul who constantly seeks out new information even if it means performing dastardly deeds in order to gain the knowledge. Dawn apprentices art in all of it forms, but majorly body modification. He has quite the wit, most of what Dawn says is some sort of sarcastic or smart mouth quip. But Dawn's true nature is much more sinister. He truly enjoys his undead state, he revels in his power, and he loves manipulating both Kine and Kindred alike, both mentally and physically. Dawn loves over powering others and subjecting them to his twisted will and his monstrous experiments. When angered Dawn is truly the embodiment of all the horror stories that spoken of his clan, committing heinous acts that would unsettle the coldest of Kindred just to get back at those who offended him.
@Lord Coake Will do boss :)
--MOVED--
@Lord Coake Great and don't worry I promise to play nice and follow the rules. I know how stressful it can be as GM
Color me very interested, mind if I throw my hat in as a non Sabbat supporting Tzimisce? I know they aren't among the list of usual Camarilla Clans, but they have always fascinated me.
"Diamond City, the green jewel of the Commonwealth. What a load of bullshit." A raspy voice said, its tone practically dripping with pure distain. The sour words belonged to that of a Ghoul who's expression seemed just as displeased as his statement, though with a Ghoul it is hard to read any expression on what is left of their face. The zombie resembling fellow was just making his way pass the main gate of the former baseball field and he was already getting dirty looks and timid side glances. Some that were a bit more obvious were from a group of rather bratty looking children, they couldn't of been more than ten years old. They were pointing at the Ghoul and snickering to each other as they whispered what could be nothing else but stupid racial jokes about Ghouls they over heard from their parents. The Ghoul noticed this as he passed the group which in response he stopped, faced the group, grew a blood curdling sneer, and let out a low growl that was as smooth as ground up glass. The group's childish giggling stopped and was replaced with the sounds of their feet pounding against the ground as they ran away. "Damn smoothskin brats." The Ghoul said with a shake of his head as he continued his stroll deeper into the city.

It wasn't too long ago that Ghouls were banned out right from entering Diamond City and would of been run off by an angry mob if not gunned down by the city guard altogether. Now here was not only a Ghoul strolling through the door, but a Glowing One no less, guess when people need their asses saved they will accept help from anyone. This and many other thoughts had crossed the glowing Ghoul's mind as he made his way into the market place of the city. His black eyes scanned over the faces that were scurrying about him before they settled on a group of people who were talking by the noodle stand. It was obvious by their gear that most of these guys were mercs and the guy in the center had to be the one recruiting, the guy the large Ghoul was looking for. Making his way through the crowd the Ghoul wasted no time to walk up to this Minuteman recruiter. "You this Colonel I'm suppose to find?" The radioactive walking corpse said in his dry voice. The Ghoul clearly wanted to get down to business as fast as possible, Rampage didn't do patience too well.
@AdamantiumWolf Thanks and I like your character too, the Atom Cats are one of the most interesting/funny groups in all of Fallout 4

"Lets see what you got!"

Name
Waylon Jones
Goes by "Rampage" now


Appearance
No one who calls the Wastelands home considers Ghouls to be lookers, well almost no one, and Rampage is no exception. Like all those who have been so harshly effected by the radiation of the new war scarred world and turned into Ghouls Rampage has had all of his skin, nose, and hair fall off of his body. His eyes are pitch black orbs, this includes both his irises and sclera. He is rather large, standing at 6'6" in height, and has a bulky, muscular body build. He is covered head to toe in a nearly countless number of scars from everything from a gun shot to what looks like a Deathclaw scratch. What is really notable about Rampage is the faint glow, which is a full on eerie green aura in the dark, he gives off at all times do to him having absorbed such a incredible amount of radiation turning him into what many in the Wasteland call a "Glowing One". His clothes consist of a black jacket, gloves, pants, and boots.

Race
Ghoul, Glowing One

Age
"I've been around since before your dad was itch in your granddad's pants."

Skills
When one spends centuries living in the hellish conditions of the Wasteland they either learn how to adapt or they get eaten alive, Rampage luckily is in the former group. He has developed some serious survival skills do to his extremely long life, such as giving the right lead Rampage can track nearly anyone or thing for miles on end or being able to set up camp and thrive in the most hostile environments. He has also become quite accustom to the monstrous creatures that roams the Wastelands, from being able to recognize their habits and track them to even being able to walk among a few of them with out them becoming hostile. His life before the Great War gave him quite the bit of combat experience, more particularly close combat training. Rampage excels at hand to hand combat as well as using shorten melee weapons, such as combat knives. He is also skilled with using limited range weapons like shotguns and pistols. What Rampage lacks in has to be his interactions with others, he is far too blunt to be able to convince others to see his way with out using physical threats of violence. Also it is a bit difficult to be able to do anything stealthily when you literally glow with radiation.

Gear
5.56mm pistol
Combat Shotgun
Ripper
Ballistic Fist


Bio
"It is hard for most people nowadays to imagine what it was like before the bombs fell and everything turned to complete shit. Most of the smoothskins running around think that it was all sunshine, rainbows, and nuka-cola as far as the eye could see, but there are a few of us Ghouls that have been around long enough to know better. Even before the war the world was ending, people dying because of some damn plague, families being thrown into the streets because no one could hold a job cause the damn economy had gone ass up, and countries at each others throats over what little resources were left in the world. I should know I was a solider after all, a protector of my country and liberty itself. Even fought up in Anchorage, shed a lot blood up there... not all of it mine. Hell of a lot of good it did me, right after we took back Anchorage they dishonorably discharged my ass, said my methods were too extreme and risky. If that wasn't the cherry on the shit cake the bombs dropping a few months later defiantly was.

When the bombs hit and those of us who weren't lucky enough to get locked away in the vaults had one of two routes given to us. Either one, die in the most incredibly painful way possible, or two, become walking corpses. As you can see I am in the second group. First few years were tough, trying to adjust to being a zombie takes some time, but eventually I got the hang of things. Sooner or later the vaults opened back up, smoothskins started making their ways back up to the surface and society started back up, and I use the word loosely. I found myself running with one of the raider gangs that popped up, they found it useful to have a guy around who didn't kill over when he was exposed to some radiation. But I got tired of carrying that group of shit for brains around so I went solo, became a gun for hire and I have to say I'm pretty damn good at it. And with a few centuries of doing this job I made a name for myself, Rampage seems pretty fitting. Now I'm in the Commonwealth and shit seems to be hitting the fan with the Enclave showing up, the decedents of the same shit heads who caused the world to go to hell in the first place. I would consider doing the job of kicking their collective asses for free... I'm not but I would consider it."


Misc
Like other Glowing Ones Rampage is able to emit a strong wave of radiation from his body that is capable of knocking those around him back.
Rampage has a small base of operations hidden in the glowing sea that also houses a small pack of feral ghouls. He usually heads there after missions or whenever he needs to heal up.
@AdamantiumWolf Thanks and sorry for the spelling mistakes. Spelling and grammar in general are not my strong suit, but I will try and work on it =)

@Apollosarcher Great, I will move the CS over now
Room for one more?


"Lets see what you got!"

Name
Waylon Jones
Goes by "Rampage" now


Appearance
No one who calls the Wastelands home considers Ghouls to be lookers, well almost no one, and Rampage is no exception. Like all those who have been so harshly effected by the radiation of the new war scared world and turned into Ghouls Rampage has had all of his skin, nose, and hair fall off of his body. His eyes are pitch black orbs, this includes both his irises and sclera. He is rather large, standing at 6'6" in height, and has a bulky, muscular body build. He is covered head to toe in a nearly countless number of scars from everything from a gun shot to what looks like a Deathclaw scratch. What is really notable about Rampage is the faint glow, which is a full on eerie green aura in the dark, he gives off at all times do to him having absorbed such a incredible amount of radiation turning him into what many in the Wasteland call a "Glowing One". His clothes consist of a black jacket, cloves, pants, and boots.

Race
Ghoul, Glowing One

Age
"I've been around since before your dad was itch in your granddad pants."

Skills
When one spends centuries living in the hellish conditions of the Wasteland they either learn how to adapt or they get eaten alive, Rampage luckily is in the former group. He has developed some serious survival skills do to his extremely long life, such as giving the right lead Rampage can track nearly anyone or thing across for miles on end or being able to set up camp and thrive in the most hostile environments. He has also become quite accustom to the monstrous creatures that roams the Wastelands home, from being able to recognize their habits and track them to even being able to walk among a few of them with out them becoming hostile. His life before the Great War gave him quite the bit of combat experience, more particularly close combat training. Rampage excels at hand to hand combat as well as using shorten melee weapons, such as combat knives. He is also skilled with using limited range weapons like shotguns and pistols. What Rampage lacks in has to be his interactions with others, he is far too blunt to be able to convince others to see his way with out using physical threats of violence. Also it is a bit difficult to be able to do anything stealthily when you literally glow with radiation.

Gear
5.56mm pistol
Combat Shotgun
Ripper
Ballistic Fist


Bio
"It is hard for most people nowadays to imagine what it was like before the bombs fell and everything turned to complete shit. Most of the smoothskins running around think that it was all sunshine, rainbows, and nuka-cola as far as the eye could see, but there are a few of us Ghouls that have been around long enough to know better. Even before the war the world was ending, people dying because of some damn plague, families being thrown into the streets because no one could hold a job cause the damn economy had gone ass up, and countries at each others throats over what little resources were left in the world. I should know I was a solider after all, a protector of my country and liberty itself. Even fought up in Anchorage, shed a lot blood up there... not all of it mine. Hell of a lot of good it did me, right after we took back Anchorage they dishonorably discharged my ass, said my methods were too extreme and risky. If that wasn't the cherry on the shit cake the bombs dropping a few months later defiantly was.

When the bombs hit and those of us who weren't lucky enough to get locked away in the vaults had one of two routes given to us. Either one, die in the most incredibly painful way possible, or two, become walking corpses. As you can see I am in the second group. First few years were tough, trying to adjust to being a zombie takes some time, but eventually I got the hang of things. Sooner or later the vaults opened back up, smoothskins started making their ways back up to the surface and society started back up, and I use the word loosely. I found myself running with one of the raider gangs that popped up, they found it useful to have a guy around who didn't kill over when he was exposed to some radiation. But I got tired of carrying that group of shit for brains around so I went solo, became a gun for hire and I have to say I'm pretty damn good at it. And with a few centuries of doing this job I made a name for myself, Rampage seems pretty fitting. Now I'm in the Commonwealth and shit seems to be hitting the fan with the Enclave showing up, the decedents of the same shit heads who caused the world to go to hell in the first place. I would consider doing the job of kicking their collective asses for free... I'm not but I would consider it."


Misc
Like other Glowing Ones Rampage is able to emit a strong wave of radiation from his body that is capable of knocking those around him back.
Rampage has a small base of operations hidden in the glowing sea that also houses a small pack of feral ghouls. He usually heads there after missions or whenever he needs to heal up.
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