Sanity43217

Star Wars: Outer Rim Diplomacy

Name: Rhoc Pailger
Species: Human
Faction/Unit: 6th Special Personal Security Detail, formally Bounty Hunter’s Guild
Location: TBR
Synopsis of Role: Ex-Bounty Hunter/Gunslinger with years of experience, who finally decided to fight for a cause, instead of money in an attempt of redemption.

Star Wars: Outer Rim Diplomacy

I’m in. I got a few ideas for shooters or maybe something else.

Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky

Hey guys, I'm probably gonna drop out. You know how it is. The silly season gets the best of us, and I just picked up a second job. Got to provide my little fur baby.

ShadowWalkers

Nikulas's drop was led feet down. His fighting style tended to avoid unnecessary flips. So, when his opponent jumped back, he didn't land on his face. Instead, was standing upright when she tried some confusing manoeuvre, by trying to step on his back. Instead of trying to counter, or even try and understand what her intentions were, he pushed forward. Basically pushing underneath her like a football player. Letting her flip, up and over him, as he kept up his speed to create distance between them.

ShadowWalkers

Nikulas flocked his right arm up, releasing the blade in his hand.
With the blade lodged in the roof, he jerked it, and it retracted. This time, instead of pulling the blade into his hand, it pulled Nikulas up to the roof. He looked down to see his quarry striking the air with her elbow as she stood.
Pulling the blade from the roof, he dropped down onto her.

ShadowWalkers

"Up to you." Nikulas turns to face his sparring partner.
Nikulas flexed his right hand, and a blade came out under his hand. "I guess since our mission is stealth, a human would be easier to hide than a dragon, and I assume we will mostly be fighting humanoids." The blade dropped from Nikulas and hit the ground. The base of the blade was attached to a thin chain that ran up and disappeared up Nikulas's sleeve. Lightly pulling his arm back, the chain retracted, pulling the blade into his hand. Wielding the blade like a dagger in a forward grip, he assumed a fighting stance. His left hand placing his face mask, and pulling over his hood. "Fight." He said as a command both to himself, and his sparring partner.

ShadowWalkers

“Neato.” Nikulas gestured to the training room. “If you don’t mind.” He began to walk into the training room.

an evil melody(a medieval horror rescue rp)

Korash awakens in the local tavern. Stumbling to the bar, his feet still unsure of their footing from the night before. An uncomfterble tightness slowly working up through his stomach. A familiar pain radiating through the back of his head. He slammed down a handful of coins onto the bar, a little harder than he had meant to. Wincing at the sound he had created. "A large serving of whatever you are serving for breakfast today. Preferably something greasy." The bar held most of his weight as he lent against it. "No problem, sir. Take a seat. I'll have someone bring it out to you shortly." Korash smirked. "Thanks, mate." Was the half Orc's response. "Again, no problem. The amount of money you were pouring over the bar last night more than made up for the mess you made." The barkeep gestured to a pool of vomit on the ground. "I found you some clean clothes, and got you cleaned up, but you adamantly refused a room." Korash touched his hip, feeling for his sword. A look of panic flooded his face as it was not there. The barkeep seemed to know what he was looking for. "Your sword is on your back." Korash felt there, to find it was secured on his back. Breathing a sigh of relief. He moved off to find a table.

Settled at a table, the barkeep had brought his food over as well a flagon of water. As he took a swig of the cool water, the door to the tavern burst open. Before Korash could place the flagon back on the table, the Tavern was filled with yelling. "She's gone!' Korash winced at the yelling. It was too loud, and he was too hungover. Placing the flagon down he stood up slowly. "Quite please." He held out a hand to gesture that the woman be calm. "Who's gone?" He asked. The answer was the yelling woman's daughter. Just as the barkeep had got this woman settled enough that she stopped yelling, another person came in. Yelling again. Apparently more people had gone missing.

Korash sat back at his table and ate, as the barkeep struggled to keep the sudden influx of panicking people in control. Korash wanted to help, but he needed to finish his breakfast first.

an evil melody(a medieval horror rescue rp)

So, when are we starting?

ShadowWalkers

“Well then, I need to see how my new gear runs.” He walked into the armoury and returned with a crate that had a golden symbol on it. “Golden Hand designs, with Dwarven craftsmanship.” He opened it up to reveal an array of equipment. It was Golden Hand ninja armour and equipment, recoloured to remove association with the Clan. With a few improvements.
He began suiting up. Taking extra care with the Bracers to make sure all the mechanisms were connected to what they need to be. “So...” He began as he tightened the final straps, aside from the helmet/mask which he was holding. Turning to the group. “Who wants to help me try it out?”

Ninja Armour