Saarebas

Spliced

Marshall had finally pulled himself away from Hitomi's door and started to walk the halls again. He was thinking about heading back to the basement when he spotted someone new, at least he hoped it was a person. He let out an amazed whistle as he walked up to the latest arrival. "Wow you new guys are just coming out of the woodwork lately aren't you. Well in your case the whole wall." He said with a slight smirk. "My name is Marshall by the way, the brains of this troop of freaks."

The Never Ending Hunt

Hircine shook his head. "No need child of light. I shall feed once we settle by the nights fire."

Summer camp for supernatural teens

"Uh.. alright." Connor said as he watched Thomas get taken to the infirmary. He walked over to Roxy and held up the rope. "Which leg? Also I hope you don't mind hairy legs"

The Never Ending Hunt

As he was walking a low deep growl escaped from Hircine's stomach. "Blood and damnation." He murmured to himself as he thought back to the fresh deer he left back by his camp fire.

Fallout: The rescue of Six

Name
Dirge (the name was given to him by a wander he use to travel with)

Race
Supermutant

Age
Doesn't have a clue, but judging from his size he is older than most Mutants.

Gender
Male, rather that what people have told him judging from his dangling bits.

Appearance
Dirge, like all Supermutants, is bald and has sickly green, rough skin that is racked with countless different scars. He is about twelve feet tall, putting him a good head and shoulders above most other Mutants, and has the bulky body build that is common among his kind. Besides his size what sets him a part from his kind is his choice in clothing. Instead of the seemingly random pieces of scrape metal Dirge wears a large hooded trench coat that looks like it was made from Brahmin leather. Under that he wears a large pair of pants that is made from stitched together jean cloth and a black sleeveless shirt that use to be a blanket. He also wears a pair of biker goggles to help with the wasteland's sun and dust.

Biography
The very first thing that Dirge can recall is the blinding light of the wasteland shining down on him as he busted out of Vault 87, or as he calls it the dark place. The next would be the raging voices of the other mutants yelling after him and the firing of their rifles. "Defect! Defect!" Those were the words that were blurted at him as he ran from the others, those were also the words that replayed in his mind for the first few weeks as he wandered the Capital Wasteland completely lost. He would of surely died if he wasn't found by a wander, well more like fired at by a wander who only stopped when Dirge started crying. The wander treated Dirge's wounds, including the one's she created, and asked who he was. When Dirge told her he didn't know she took him in, out of pity or some other motive Dirge isn't bright enough to tell. The wander taught Dirge how to survive in the wasteland and her most important lesson was that no one could survive with out bottle caps, or as Dirge started calling them jinglys. They traveled together for a few years, her giving him his name and set of clothes, before the wander said they had to part ways. With a very odd teary eyed good bye the Supermutant went on to make his way in the wastes. The stories of a large hooded man stomping out deathclaw nests, breaking up raider groups, and saving towns started to spread through out the wasteland for years to the point they reached from the Capital to the Mojave. Dirge had took the wander's lessons to heart and made sure he always had plenty of "jinglys". It was when he finally reached the Mojave that he hit hard times. He was attacked by legionaries, or red mean men according to him, and ended up losing all of his stuff. He was without the one thing he was taught was the most important in the world, leaving him feeling lost again. He felt this way until he was approached with a offer to get more jinglys.

Specialization
-Strength10
-Perception6
-Endurance9
-Charisma3
-Intelligence2
-Agility4
-Luck6

Dirge is a expert with melee weapons and his fists. His survival skill is also something that has kept him alive through out the years. His weakness as you would expect is his verbal and mental skills, him being as useful in negotiation situations as a brick. He is also completely and utterly useless when it comes to firearms, the best he could do is whack somebody with a rifle.

Other Dirge carries around a old radio so he can listen to the "pretty noises" or music as everyone else calls it.

Weapon list He has a large engine he uses as a club to whack people, though he is known to use anything around as weapons when he doesn't have his club.

Supernatural Family {Always open!}

"Oh.." Vokun said as he brushed off his face. Two seconds in and you already embarrassed yourself, smooth.. He thought for a moment but quickly regained his focus. "So... would you like some help unloading this thing?" He said pointing to the van with his thumb. "I know how much a pain moving is." He said regaining his smile.

inFamous RP - Generation

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Supernatural Family {Always open!}

Vokun was still looking over the van when he heard a meek voice speak up. He looked over, bread crumbs still surrounding his mouth, and noticed a girl walking towards him. "Hey nice to meet you." He said dawning a smile. He then went to offer her a hand, but quickly stopped himself as he recalled the last time he shook someone's hand with his gloves on, poor guy got a stomach viruses and his hair fell out. "Uh right... I'm Vokun, weird name I know." He said with a slight laugh.

Spliced

Marshall was wandering the halls trying to get use to his new extra long tongue. "This is going to be really annoying." He said shaking his head slightly as he forced his tongue to keep from flying out of his mouth. He was about to head to the kitchen but he noticed Hitomi's room. He let out a slight sigh as he thought about her.

Valentin had made it to the storage room and placed the plane on a shelf. He looked around the room to take a quick stock on the confiscated items to make sure none of the subjects had stole any back. He spotted the stack of burn phones and three laptops, one being a bright pick decorated with butterflies, that came in with Marshall and shook his head slightly. "Odd child that." He said as he set to leave. He was almost out the door when he noticed the knives that came in with the Roxy subject. He arched a brow as he tried to remember how many did come in with her. "I'll have to ask her about this later." He spoke to himself as he left the room and started up his next round.

The Dragon Rebellion

I'm so sorry for being inactive guys. I have no clue how to jump in though