I kinda wanna say that the situation with Hank and Mithias is going well. Half expecting it to be Hank and Mithias Vs the World!
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STATUS: Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure. 5 yrs ago
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Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .
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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!
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Hank smiled, the beating was done for now. Though Mithias seemed pissed off. Hank stood up. "You want an honest answer? Yes and no." His face was still recovering from the grenades he planted in Fergus. "What do you think the chances of SOLDIER believing me were? I mean how many Agents did I kill? How often did I fuck things up? A lot is the answer to both." Hank stopped, smiled and shrugged. "That and I wanted to completely waste Fergus." He looked over to the destroyed catwalk where the explosion took place, the wall was still scorched and covered in blood.
Hank looked back to Mithias. "So how's the war going? Is it better then in here?" Hank said in a joking manner pointing to the nuke. Then a realization hit Hank. "You know, we are still technically on different sides of this war, and the fact that you aren't a total dick makes that a complication." Hanks conversation with Mithias last time they talked gave Hank some respect for him. Though he will never forgive him for a few things, Hank saw him as a responsible.... Being.
Hank looked back to Mithias. "So how's the war going? Is it better then in here?" Hank said in a joking manner pointing to the nuke. Then a realization hit Hank. "You know, we are still technically on different sides of this war, and the fact that you aren't a total dick makes that a complication." Hanks conversation with Mithias last time they talked gave Hank some respect for him. Though he will never forgive him for a few things, Hank saw him as a responsible.... Being.
Name: Hunter Monroe
Gender: Male
Age: 27
PreWar Occupation: New York State National Guard.
Physical description: Hunter stands about 5'10" with an average build to him. He has long dark brown hair which is scattered all over the place from lack of care. Both his eyes are a light grey color.
Clothes: Hunter wears a thick brown jacket over his T-shirt. He wears a pair of worn jeans with knee pads on them. His combat boots are one of the few things he still has from the national guard. He wears a faded green cap on his head and a faded green satchel on his side. He has a pair of electrical goggles that hangs around his neck most the time. In some situations he is wearing an old set of riot armor.
Weapons:
-Pump action shotgun
-colt .45 pistol
-Hatchet
-Combat knife
Gear:
-Riot armor (damaged)
-Gun powder
-spare casings
-Rope
-Flint
-flare gun
Backstory: Hunter was in the NY National guard when SHTF. His unit was undermanned as many members left to go home to protect there families, Hunter was soon one of these AWOL weekend Warriors. Though he never got far on foot, took him weeks to get places that should have only taken a hour or two.
By the time he made it home what family he did find were either dead or missing, he never had any luck finding the rest of them.
Hunter spent most the time on the road after that, though with tensions from the civilian population he was forced to ditch his uniform and start a new life, though that got easy as people kept dying. Especially when the virus went airborne, he was in a refugee camp when that happened, almost everyone he knew turned that night. Those that didn't died in some way shape or form.
Hunter is now back on the road using his training and new skills he had learned to keep alive.
Other: Hunter has experience in electrical engineering and Mechanics.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
PreWar Occupation: New York State National Guard.
Physical description: Hunter stands about 5'10" with an average build to him. He has long dark brown hair which is scattered all over the place from lack of care. Both his eyes are a light grey color.
Clothes: Hunter wears a thick brown jacket over his T-shirt. He wears a pair of worn jeans with knee pads on them. His combat boots are one of the few things he still has from the national guard. He wears a faded green cap on his head and a faded green satchel on his side. He has a pair of electrical goggles that hangs around his neck most the time. In some situations he is wearing an old set of riot armor.
Weapons:
-Pump action shotgun
-colt .45 pistol
-Hatchet
-Combat knife
Gear:
-Riot armor (damaged)
-Gun powder
-spare casings
-Rope
-Flint
-flare gun
Backstory: Hunter was in the NY National guard when SHTF. His unit was undermanned as many members left to go home to protect there families, Hunter was soon one of these AWOL weekend Warriors. Though he never got far on foot, took him weeks to get places that should have only taken a hour or two.
By the time he made it home what family he did find were either dead or missing, he never had any luck finding the rest of them.
Hunter spent most the time on the road after that, though with tensions from the civilian population he was forced to ditch his uniform and start a new life, though that got easy as people kept dying. Especially when the virus went airborne, he was in a refugee camp when that happened, almost everyone he knew turned that night. Those that didn't died in some way shape or form.
Hunter is now back on the road using his training and new skills he had learned to keep alive.
Other: Hunter has experience in electrical engineering and Mechanics.
Everyday we have to deal with more of them. What ever qualifies as we though isn't much. If it was just the dead ones things would be manageable, but seems we got a mix of everything out here. Supplies are low, may not be them that kills me, maybe Hunger, or dehydration, maybe I'll just get sick and die? Or maybe my sanity will snap and I'll be as crazy as one of them.
The year is 2017, Two years after the dead rose, and creatures roamed the earth. The virus is both airborne and directly transmitted, those who are around now are immune to the airborne strain, though immunity to the direct transmission is still unconfirmed. Over half the worlds population was wiped out in the first few months, after the second year only about 10% of the worlds population remained. This would include the dead and mutated. Humans make up about One of the Ten percent, or less.
Cities are destroyed, only the ruins remain of them. Government has fallen. If someone has tried to start new they didn't get far before the Others got to them. Supplies are few, those that survived the war are fought over everyday.
The others:
-The Dead
Fast, damn fast. For the beating they have taken they are still strong, avoid Direct contact. They are the most infectious of the Others. They are also pretty smart, though don't expect them to be picking locks anytime soon.
-Thugs (Assholes)
These guys are not super common, though they are a pain in the ass to deal with. Yes, you can try to put a bullet in this ones head. Sometimes that works, other times it just gets pissed off. When I did finally kill one last year I noticed the machinery on it, My guess is some psycho made this thing, which would more or less conclude that his whole event was man made. Though I rarely see these guys, and I have only seen them in cities.
-Farrel's
These guys are like the dead, though they seem to avoid the rest of the Others. Also unlike the dead ones they seem a lot more decomposed other then skin and bones. Though they are not much faster them the dead they seem to be harder t drop then the dead. Never took the time to find out why. Though if these guys are around that normally means the rest the Others are not close, They don't even seem to like being near each other.
-Baiters
For the most part they seem human, though you get up close it's easy to tell they are not. Maybe it's the way they walk? The way they smell? Or maybe that sixth sense is warning you when you get close? I don't know. What I do know is that these are the only one of the others that I have ever heard speak. They will cry out in fear or pain to get people with in arms reach. Though the rest of the Others seem to ignore them, no matter what they do. Except for that damn scream they do. They do that when they can't reach you, then that pisses off the rest the Others as well. Avoid if at all possible.
Note!: Feel free to create an Other in the OOC section, if approved will get moved to Here. (Credit will be given if it is an original Idea.)
Location:
-Starting
New York City
Character sheet!
Name:
Gender:
Age:
PreWar Occupation:
Physical description: (Height, hair, eyes, build, that kind of thing)
Clothes: (Remember it's two years after the war, your clothes do not have to be related to your occupation)
Weapons:
Gear:
Backstory: (What has happened to you during the past two years or even more?)
Other: (Anything you want to add really)
(Post your character sheet in the OOC section First)
The year is 2017, Two years after the dead rose, and creatures roamed the earth. The virus is both airborne and directly transmitted, those who are around now are immune to the airborne strain, though immunity to the direct transmission is still unconfirmed. Over half the worlds population was wiped out in the first few months, after the second year only about 10% of the worlds population remained. This would include the dead and mutated. Humans make up about One of the Ten percent, or less.
Cities are destroyed, only the ruins remain of them. Government has fallen. If someone has tried to start new they didn't get far before the Others got to them. Supplies are few, those that survived the war are fought over everyday.
The others:
-The Dead
Fast, damn fast. For the beating they have taken they are still strong, avoid Direct contact. They are the most infectious of the Others. They are also pretty smart, though don't expect them to be picking locks anytime soon.
-Thugs (Assholes)
These guys are not super common, though they are a pain in the ass to deal with. Yes, you can try to put a bullet in this ones head. Sometimes that works, other times it just gets pissed off. When I did finally kill one last year I noticed the machinery on it, My guess is some psycho made this thing, which would more or less conclude that his whole event was man made. Though I rarely see these guys, and I have only seen them in cities.
-Farrel's
These guys are like the dead, though they seem to avoid the rest of the Others. Also unlike the dead ones they seem a lot more decomposed other then skin and bones. Though they are not much faster them the dead they seem to be harder t drop then the dead. Never took the time to find out why. Though if these guys are around that normally means the rest the Others are not close, They don't even seem to like being near each other.
-Baiters
For the most part they seem human, though you get up close it's easy to tell they are not. Maybe it's the way they walk? The way they smell? Or maybe that sixth sense is warning you when you get close? I don't know. What I do know is that these are the only one of the others that I have ever heard speak. They will cry out in fear or pain to get people with in arms reach. Though the rest of the Others seem to ignore them, no matter what they do. Except for that damn scream they do. They do that when they can't reach you, then that pisses off the rest the Others as well. Avoid if at all possible.
Note!: Feel free to create an Other in the OOC section, if approved will get moved to Here. (Credit will be given if it is an original Idea.)
Location:
-Starting
New York City
Character sheet!
Name:
Gender:
Age:
PreWar Occupation:
Physical description: (Height, hair, eyes, build, that kind of thing)
Clothes: (Remember it's two years after the war, your clothes do not have to be related to your occupation)
Weapons:
Gear:
Backstory: (What has happened to you during the past two years or even more?)
Other: (Anything you want to add really)
(Post your character sheet in the OOC section First)
Astrid Ashbourne
...and the one weird Nemesis kid."
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The reason I Role Play? Lots of reasons, the biggest one though is I am a fan of a good story, though sometimes I'd like to see a story from a different point of view, or maybe see how people would react in the same situation, just see how different it may be. Someone like me, I don't see a good guy or bad guy in stories, i see a protagonist, and an antagonist, though protagonist who could be an easy antagonist is a cool twist.
Another reason is beyond the fact that I love a good story, is making my own choices in a larger story, and it helps with things like writing my comics.
Another reason is beyond the fact that I love a good story, is making my own choices in a larger story, and it helps with things like writing my comics.
People would be nice, lots of people seem to be leaving. Though it's not up to me soooo....
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So Hank's alive, beaten, burned but alive. So if you want feel free to kill the new blood beating the shit out of Hank right now. He has few allies he trust, SOLDIER is not only not on that list, he still killed several agents well in his time.
So Hank's alive, beaten, burned but alive. So if you want feel free to kill the new blood beating the shit out of Hank right now. He has few allies he trust, SOLDIER is not only not on that list, he still killed several agents well in his time.
Hunter sat with a half eaten sandwich in his hands when Chiron gave his speech. "Well damn..." He said with the other half of the sandwich in his mouth. Hunter was fine with sparing, even one on one fights... he had issues with games like capture the flag, or any team fights. He had a bad tendency to go... a bit extreme. He also had issues with campers fighting each other in any real form of combat, he knew this was still just a game but he didn't like it.
Hunter gathered his gear and met up with the campers on his team. "Let the games begin and may the odds be ever in your favor." He said in a sarcastic tone.
He set out his gear on the ground and started placing it where he could use it best.
Gear: Standard sword, Hatchet, Two combat knives, and ingenuity.
Hunter sighed. "Awesome... lets get this ever with."
Hunter gathered his gear and met up with the campers on his team. "Let the games begin and may the odds be ever in your favor." He said in a sarcastic tone.
He set out his gear on the ground and started placing it where he could use it best.
Gear: Standard sword, Hatchet, Two combat knives, and ingenuity.
Hunter sighed. "Awesome... lets get this ever with."
Posted! So sorry i took so long, i am getting better at typing with one arm so i will be posting more now!
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