Saarebas

Escape from Belle Reve Penitentiary

@FrankCastle Great, I'll start writing something up then =)

Escape from Belle Reve Penitentiary

@FrankCastle Awesome! I was thinking of using Solomon Grundy for this if that is okay

Escape from Belle Reve Penitentiary

This looks amazing, is there room for another?

Wanted: dnd 5e fantasy romp with allowed homebrew

@lunarius@ShwiggityShwah No worries, I understand. I wish you guys luck with your adventures =)

Wanted: dnd 5e fantasy romp with allowed homebrew

Hey all I would love to throw my hat into this =) I've only recently really started to dip my toes into actual DnD RPing so if you guys are alright with a newbie joining your party I would love the opportunity

The Young Avengers: Probation

LAZLO

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LOCATION: Avenger's Tower/San Francisco, California
INTERACTING WITH: Miles Morales, Sarah Stacy

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Slow. This was the word that Lazlo had come to associate with most organic life ever since he had gained his sentience. Everything they did they did at a pace that he could only describe as tedious. From their work to their personal affairs they performed every task as if they were stinted by something. Even now Lazlo found himself slightly perplexed at the hinderance that he had placed himself in by asking what he found a simple question to the duo he came upon in front of Avengers tower. Maybe the silence and confused look that sprang across the pair's face was Lazlo's answer, maybe he was mistaken with assuming their identities as fellow members of this new team. Or maybe it was the way he approached them, had he been too blunt? Was it possible he had presented himself as off putting? Lazlo's eyes scanned over the two as he reran the situation in his head. Was he the one that was wrong?

This train of thought was quickly interrupted when the familiar buzz of a intercom caught Lazlo's ear. This was much more of the automaton's speed, direct and clear instructions. He moved his gaze back to the still rather stagnate pair and offered them a simple nod before turning on his heels and heading into the building with out a single word. Lazlo didn't have any intention of appearing rude, but given the ultimatum that was just put out over the speaker system he found that he now had even less time that he could afford to waste pondering the ins and outs of human interaction.

Getting to the afford mentioned training room was a easy enough task given that the lay out of tower was rather simple, it was nice to see that despite the rather boisterous décor Tony had had the building designed for maximum functionality as well. Two minutes and fifteen seconds is all it took for Lazlo to himself as he entering the barren room, his eyes quickly scanning it over. He found little of interest save for another eye catching Avengers' A emblazoned on the floor. But what really drew the android's attention was the golden haired woman that was surveying the room from a perch above the ground level, recognizing her was immediate. "Captain Carol Danvers, alias Captain Marvel. Former U.S. Military, current member of the Avengers. Potential threat to this unit: INCREDIBLY HIGH." The information made its way through Lazlo's head as he continued to scan over the icy eyed heroine. As he reached the center of the room he never took his eyes off of Captain Danvers, nor did he speak, he simply waited their unmoving. This was it, this is what the past few weeks had been leading to and Lazlo was ready to meet it.

Prisoner's of Pandora. (Scrapped for now)

@Aamaya Woo Hoo! Thanks boss =)

Prisoner's of Pandora. (Scrapped for now)

Zodagh

"Don't say I didn't warn you!!"

NAMES

Zodagh Stone-Tusk
_{(Pronounced Zod-Agh)}
Zod
Big Tooth

GENDER

Male

SEXUALITY

Bisexual

AGE

27

RACE

Orc

DISTRICT

Allyra

APPEARANCE

Zod is a titanic sized orc, standing a good head and shoulders above his already considerably sized race. This practical walking mountain of muscle stands at a staggering seven feet and three inches and weights in at a hefty three-hundred and sixty pounds. His skin is a metallic bronze color and is racked with various scars from a long list of misadventures from through out his life. Like the rest of his kind Zod has a pair of rather imposing tusks jutting from his maw, but even by the standards of Orcs Zod's tusks are considerably large. The Orc's hair is a long wild mane of thick oak brown locks that hang down to his shoulders, it is usually contained in a loose warrior's knot on the top of his head. Zod's eyes are a brilliant amber color and they hold a unmistakable fiery intensity to them.

Zod's attire is rather simple, dawning a set of armored trousers made from the hide of a beast as well as a pair of gauntlets. Though he usually leaves his upper body bare Zod does occasionally wear a hide cloak depending on the weather.

PERSONALITY

Zod is a big Orc with a even bigger personality, living life to its fullest and practically being the physical embodiment of fiery determination. Everything he does he does for a reason, not being one to like wasted time, but when he does set his sights on an objective you can be sure that he will do everything in his power to get it done. Zod is as blunt as a brick to the teeth, sugar coating is not a thing he has patience for and if someone gets their feelings hurt that is not his problem. Though he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed Zod has been through enough of life's hardships to have enough experience to get him by.

HISTORY

"Bah I was like every other Orc kid growing up, born on some farm with a dozen other little Orc brats and expected to grow up and do the same shite my family had been doing since we crawled ourselves out of the dung pits. My folks were simple enough I guess; Ma was a bastard factory, popping out thirteen of us before finally calling quits. Good ol' Pa was a farmer and a drunk, if he wasn't shoveling through pig shite he was getting cross-eyed drunk and passing out in the barn. My sisters and brothers were okay with just following in our parents' footsteps, but as 'high' as those goals are I wanted more."

"I set off on my own bout the time I was fifteen, couldn't stand having to pull Pa's drunken ass out of a pile cow shite every morning anymore. Its not that hard to find work for a strong lad, most of you flat-teeth want someone to move your heavy shite for you. Worked at a bunch of places; blacksmiths, butchers, taverns, docks, hell I even had a stint in a Halfling's restaurant for awhile. Eventually though I got hired on with a bunch of sell swords and that is where I found my calling."

"I tell you I never felt more like myself than when I realized what the thrill of battle was like, it was like being reborn. Traveled all over with those guys, seen everything you could imagine. Even ran into those human things a few times and trust me if you think Elves are a squishy lot you have no idea. I eventually broke off and struck out on my own, realized that I could keep more of the coin for myself if I worked alone. I've built myself quite the little reputation for the certain way with the beasties I have, what can I say once you've cleared a cave or two of a bunch of ogres and shown up with a tadpole's head people start to try and give you nicknames."

"Well I guess that's my story kid, well what I have so far. Don't know what's next but the one thing I can promise you is that it is definitely going to be big!"

SKILLS

Incredible Strength
Armed/Unarmed Combat
Hunting
Butchering
Basic Field Cooking

OCCUPATION

Sell Sword
_{Mostly gets jobs from small towns having trouble with dangerous creatures near by.}

OTHERS

-The Stone-Tusk farm is still open and manned by Zod's siblings-
-Zod always keeps a satchel full of jerky he made himself on him for long journeys-

Prisoner's of Pandora. (Scrapped for now)

I hope there is still room in this =)

Zodagh

"Don't say I didn't warn you!!"

NAMES

Zodagh Stone-Tusk
_{(Pronounced Zod-Agh)}
Zod
Big Tooth

GENDER

Male

SEXUALITY

Bisexual

AGE

27

RACE

Orc

DISTRICT

Allyra

APPEARANCE

Zod is a titanic sized orc, standing a good head and shoulders above his already considerably sized race. This practical walking mountain of muscle stands at a staggering seven feet and three inches and weights in at a hefty three-hundred and sixty pounds. His skin is a metallic bronze color and is racked with various scars from a long list of misadventures from through out his life. Like the rest of his kind Zod has a pair of rather imposing tusks jutting from his maw, but even by the standards of Orcs Zod's tusks are considerably large. The Orc's hair is a long wild mane of thick oak brown locks that hang down to his shoulders, it is usually contained in a loose warrior's knot on the top of his head. Zod's eyes are a brilliant amber color and they hold a unmistakable fiery intensity to them.

Zod's attire is rather simple, dawning a set of armored trousers made from the hide of a beast as well as a pair of gauntlets. Though he usually leaves his upper body bare Zod does occasionally wear a hide cloak depending on the weather.

PERSONALITY

Zod is a big Orc with a even bigger personality, living life to its fullest and practically being the physical embodiment of fiery determination. Everything he does he does for a reason, not being one to like wasted time, but when he does set his sights on an objective you can be sure that he will do everything in his power to get it done. Zod is as blunt as a brick to the teeth, sugar coating is not a thing he has patience for and if someone gets their feelings hurt that is not his problem. Though he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed Zod has been through enough of life's hardships to have enough experience to get him by.

HISTORY

"Bah I was like every other Orc kid growing up, born on some farm with a dozen other little Orc brats and expected to grow up and do the same shite my family had been doing since we crawled ourselves out of the dung pits. My folks were simple enough I guess; Ma was a bastard factory, popping out thirteen of us before finally calling quits. Good ol' Pa was a farmer and a drunk, if he wasn't shoveling through pig shite he was getting cross-eyed drunk and passing out in the barn. My sisters and brothers were okay with just following in our parents' footsteps, but as 'high' as those goals are I wanted more."

"I set off on my own bout the time I was fifteen, couldn't stand having to pull Pa's drunken ass out of a pile cow shite every morning anymore. Its not that hard to find work for a strong lad, most of you flat-teeth want someone to move your heavy shite for you. Worked at a bunch of places; blacksmiths, butchers, taverns, docks, hell I even had a stint in a Halfling's restaurant for awhile. Eventually though I got hired on with a bunch of sell swords and that is where I found my calling."

"I tell you I never felt more like myself than when I realized what the thrill of battle was like, it was like being reborn. Traveled all over with those guys, seen everything you could imagine. Even ran into those human things a few times and trust me if you think Elves are a squishy lot you have no idea. I eventually broke off and struck out on my own, realized that I could keep more of the coin for myself if I worked alone. I've built myself quite the little reputation for the certain way with the beasties I have, what can I say once you've cleared a cave or two of a bunch of ogres and shown up with a tadpole's head people start to try and give you nicknames."

"Well I guess that's my story kid, well what I have so far. Don't know what's next but the one thing I can promise you is that it is definitely going to be big!"

SKILLS

Incredible Strength
Armed/Unarmed Combat
Hunting
Butchering
Basic Field Cooking

OCCUPATION

Sell Sword
_{Mostly gets jobs from small towns having trouble with dangerous creatures near by.}

OTHERS

-The Stone-Tusk farm is still open and manned by Zod's siblings-
-Zod always keeps a satchel full of jerky he made himself on him for long journeys-

The Young Avengers: Probation

LAZLO

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LOCATION: Avenger's Tower/San Francisco, California
INTERACTING WITH: Miles Morales, Sarah Stacy

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Trust. It is a rather odd concept if one would take the time to think about it. It by its very meaning was to assume an outcome on insufficient data, yet people did it all the time. They trusted that a driver wouldn't run them over as they crossed the street, that their neighbors wouldn't rob them while they left their house, that a mother wouldn't abound her crying child in the depths of the woods. People held strong onto this concept of trust despite history having given them countless reasons to do contrary. It simply boggled Lazlo, yet here he was against everything in his programing telling him how flawed his own current actions were he was finding himself having to trust.

The past few weeks for Lazlo had been rather... different, and it all started with his initial meeting with Tony Stark. The famed hero had not only managed to prevent Lazlo from being recaptured by A.I.M., but also offered the android a way of protecting himself from any of the organization's future attacks against him. All he would have to do is agree to join a group of new young heroes that Tony was assisting with forming. There was nothing that guarantied Lazlo that what Stark was saying was true, or even if it was that it would actually grant him safety, but with the increasing amount of A.I.M. units looking for him He saw little other choice.

With the agreement made Lazlo next found himself in the hands of the government group S.H.I.E.L.D., apparently they had been growing more and more concerned with his actions ever since his escape from A.I.M. and with his recent agreement with Tony Stark they felt it time to move in on him. He spent weeks in their facility being examined and tested, it became obvious that they suspected him of being part of some A.I.M. ploy. Lazlo could understand their suspicion, he would be equally so if he was in their place, so he complied and gave them the information they wanted about himself and A.I.M., well the information he deemed they needed. After a few weeks and another little bit of help from Stark Lazlo was free again and on his way to what would either be wisest or most foolish decision he had ever made.

As he continued to replay the events of the past few weeks back in his mind Lazlo made his way through the city on foot. The towering android carried no luggage, he had no real use of anything save for the clothes on his back and even then that was only to cosmetic purposes. He cut through the crowds of the city as he approached his destination with unwavering purpose. "Avenger's Tower." Lazlo thought to himself as the structure came into view, it was quite impressive. Even from the street level Lazlo could just feel the level of technology that was humming about the building, Tony Stark's reputation surly did live up to itself. Putting aside his desire to immediately start analyzing the building Lazlo reset himself onto the task at hand, meeting this new so called team. He thumbed over the key card that was secured in his pocket, it was simple enough tech from what he could tell that would grant him access to where he needed to go in the tower if not a little be restricted. It was as his hand examined the small piece of plastic in his pocket that Lazlo found himself at the foot of the tower, and it would seem he was not alone.

Lazlo quickly scanned over the pair to try and gain as much information as he could. The first was a petite young blonde woman who seemed to be in her late teens, Lazlo wasn't able to find much information regarding this woman identity, her companion on the other hand was a different story. Miles Morales A.K.A. Arachnid A.K.A. Spider-Man, suspected in the murder of the Prowler. The information came rushing into Lazlo like a freight train and it only served to prove to him that he was indeed on the right track. He took a moment to consider his actions before going with the simplest approach.

"Am I safe to assume that you are here for the same reason as I am." Lazlo's voice was curt as he approached the two, his chocolate colored eyes scanning over the pair or a moment before pulling his key card from his pocket and revealing it to the duo. He allowed them a moment to look it over before safely placing it back in his pocket. "If not I apologize for the confusion." Lazlo added as his hand returned from his pocket and hung back to his side. He continued to look over the two as he waited for a response, if these two were indeed part of this soon to be team then they would of been given the same type of key card and would understand Lazlo's question even if it was asked in a bit bizarre manor.