Avatar of Shoe Thief

Status

Recent Statuses

5 yrs ago
Current 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.
2 likes
5 yrs ago
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?
2 likes
5 yrs ago
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.
2 likes
5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
1 like
5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

Bio

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!

Most Recent Posts



Now Jennifer can't possible resist Vin

I've decided Vincent's new power is creating endless puppies out of thin air. Just imagine the love he can spread and even give each Nate clone a companion. Insta win!




EDIT: So, gonna work on a post in a bit. Just finishing up other stuff then OFF TO DA SAFE HOUSE! Where Eric will sit in a chair with all his guns set up in his lap....
@AcerRo

Eli is talking about his cabin right? Just want to double check before I post.
<Snipped quote by Remipa Awesome>

I'm still blown away by the fact that people go to the waffle house. Like that's a place you end up at 4 am after you've been drinking all day


Hey, I think this situation fits, am I wrong?
Name: Henry Monroe

Nickname:
Hunter, Henry doesn't really prefer his real name so he always goes by Hunter. Figured it sounded cooler.

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
American

Appearance:
Henry Hunter stands just a couple inches under six foot, with a fairly average build to him. Though anyone that knows his knows he's not as strong as he looks. He has the physical ability of a nerd. Though while working he will wear decently nice clothes overall he would prefer to wear things like camouflage, t-shirts, or cargo shorts. Cargo Pants being the only exception to this.

Hunter has what he likes to call long wavy brown lushes hair, what it is closer to is brown messy curly hair in need of better conditioner. He has brown eyes to match his hair, being only a couple shades lighter then his own hair.

In-Depth Personality:
Henr-- Hunter is the kind of person who would crash his car in a ditch to save a stray cat. With that, he's also the kind of person that would rather himself suffer rather then someone else. Overall he can be a careering person, though due to having trust issues once someone double crosses him or betrays his trust, he can become a total asshat. This doesn't mean he would leave them for dead, but he would do everything possible to make their respective lives hell for them.

Hunter, does not function well under stress. Under less then stressful conditions, he can do all sorts of interesting things. Things like setting up a basic electrical circuit, or simple mechanics, or some carpentry work, or at a shooting range he could make a relatively decent shot. Under stress he would likely electrocute someone, or himself, crush someone's hand on accident, take a saw to a finished wall, or shoot his instructor in the foot (Not saying that has happened, but you have been warned).

Hunter is a bit of a smart ass, and has a poor tendency to make jokes at the worst possible time. This isn't him intentionally being mean or rude, it's just he doesn't really think his actions through. He's also has an issue with actually doing things, motivation is what he calls it.

Character background:
Hunter traveled a lot of the country traveling form base to base as his father was transferred. With his father being in the United States Army Hunter grew up around firearms a lot, he learned firearm safety right about when he was able to walk, and soon after he was target shooting, despite the fact he wasn't really good at it until he was about 18 years old. His Mother became a teacher once his father retired from the army, before that Hunter didn't know what his mother did. What he does know is that he is required to go to college now, one way or another.

Years later Hunter took several classes attempting to earn a college diploma. And it turned out almost like high school, barely passing, and lots of slacking off. But after four long, painful, and stressful years, Hunter graduated from his community college by only a few points. He soon landed himself a job with a construction firm that sent him into Toronto. The pay was nice, and the insurance benefits were even better. That and he was able to move out of his parent's place.

Equipment:
-Odds and ends for tools: A sharpening rod, a simple pocket knife, ducktape, and a fold up screw driver.

-Ammo: about 16 shells, 20 or so rifle cartridges, and a handful of empty shells with loose powder and primer (This is Hunter being over confident in his skills to reload shotgun shells.) Last but not least, a small pouch of less then edible rice. This bag of rice is supposed to act as something like a bipod or a tripod.

-Food: Not a lot left, maybe a couple days worth, three or four if he's rationing really well. But who needs food anyway? The human body can last days, Weeks with out eating! Though water is about as bad, you're kinda dead after a couple days with out water...

-Other: Hard candy, the reason being is it's better for walking, helps with dehydration. Forces him to breath through his nose instead of his mouth. He keeps spare socks with him, he figures he can find more clothes with out too much work, but socks, dry socks are like gold now.

Weapons:






**By putting this CS up in the OOC for approval, you have read all of the rules and have agreed to have fun. Welcome to the RP, my friend :)**

(Hopefully his is good! if there is anything you would like me to fix let me know and I can get on it!)
I can get a post up after then, this would give me time to actually wake up and not post something really stupid >.>
@AcerRo@Rawk

Dinner huh, Have you tried the local Waffle house? I know it's for breakfast but it will be better then anything else he would be able to catch with a rifle. Unless he's at waffle house. Though adding booze in the mix there's no telling what will happen, by the end of the day everyone that survived will be cannibals.
I HAVE POSTED! SO I am ready for a time skip if everyone else is. Deon, is really fucking happy I should mention. Like... Really fucking happy. Kathryn... is not.... Not at all.
Kathryn Miller


Kathryn knelled over her dead father. His lifeless body, now emotionless. Then Mithias spoke. "Do you want to come with me, Kathryn?" She was speechless for a moment. Unaware of what to say. "yes... and I want to learn to fight... I want to avenge my father... I want... Deon, Fucking, Erickson to burn a hundred times over before his death..." She stood up to face Mithias, and she looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to make that bastard Suffer. I want him to hurt like I am hurting now... I... want to take everything from him. Like he has from me." Kathryn didn't know it yet, but anyone who knew Hank, knew that Kathryn was just beginning to follow the path of her Father.

Deon Erickson


Rats filled the room, hundreds of them, no thousands of them! And Deon felt right at home. He was ready for it all. The second Nightwar was beginning, and his father would be the one to have it done. "Much has happened since your unfortunate death. Before your reincarnation, Mortals have advanced, they can now travel the world in mere hours instead of weeks. They can send explosives from across the world in minutes, they have been into the depths of space, they have developed weaponry that gives some humans enough edge to challenge us... Father... We are in our most fragile state in history. Our most recent attempts at putting mortals in their place... has failed... " Deon didn't want to admit his familiar in front of his father, but he had to. He needed to know everything. "The Mortal population has reached over seven billion now... we are struggling with a few tens of thousands if my numbers are correct. Most of us are in deep hiding. We no longer have the element of surprise. Father... So much has changed... And I will be here to assist you in any way possible in getting use to the new world, and taking it back from the mortals who have soiled it!"

Deon was ready to prove himself, so far a lot of his plans have backfired, but the most important one has not. "We need to leave Father, I have our transportation waiting for us on the roof of this structure. It will take us to one of my back up facilities where we can plot out next move." Deon stood now. Facing his father. Standing at 6'5", he did what he could to not act intimidating to his father. Trying to prove his worthiness. "This facility is compromised, and you still need to recover before the fighting, and I need a bit more time then we have so I can heal before I can fight."
ERIC HAS ARRIVED! And with enough firepower to fight a war. A war against Bunnies, rabbits, deer, and boars. Mother nature doesn't stand a chance!
Dead bodies, burning bodies, scary war veterans, and scary rednecks. What he did know is that even though Eli's methods were not... ideal... he was getting things done. And if Eric decided to pop Eli in the back of the head would that make him any better? Maybe there was something Eric wasn't getting. Eli had good intentions, that much Eric could tell from his thoughts. Not much else sadly.

Eli mentioned for Eric to go back to his place and grab some guns, guns he had. Not a lot but he had some. Though not a lot of ammo. He was just hoping that Christi was alright... who knew what was going through her head after now... He should have?! ...so why wasn't he? That... he would have to figure out later, now, he needed to prepare. Eric knew there were more people like Christi's brother. A few of them tried to find him in the woods just this morning. One of them shot at him!

Going back to his own place wasn't easy, his truck was still at his place. Meaning it was one hell long of a walk. With a shotgun in his hands none the less. By the time he got back his 12 gauge was on the floor where he left it, still loaded. He grabbed his 30-06 from under his bed and checked ammo. He had about 25 shells for the 20 gauge, 18 shells for his 12 gauge, and about 12 cartridges for his 30-06. Though it only held one shot at a time. "It's not enough..." If things got really bad, a couple shotguns and a single shot rifle wouldn't do a lot for them. Especially with the amount of ammo he had.

Eric not being in a situation to go out and buy ammo, went to the one place he could think of to get some decent weaponry. Eric put the ammo into his backpack with some other basic survival supplies, then he put the guns behind his seat, and drove over to his Uncle Felix. Or at least his old home.

When he got to his uncle's place his uncle's car was parked out front shining in much better condition then the rest of the house. The house it self was old, but standing, the car looked new, but it was old. Eric ran in to the house with his truck parked on the lawn, he found his uncle watching TV in the living room. "Uncle Felix! I need guns! Something bad is going down." His uncle just looked over to him. "Bad as in world war three started, or bad as in you fucked up and aliens are invading?" Eric wasn't sure how to answer this. "Uhh... The second one." His uncle nodded. "The combination to the safe is 1-2-3-4-5...7. Remember I'll be making you work for what ever you can't replace." Eric was almost gleeful, then he remembered that he was grabbing guns because he may die...

Inside his uncles gun safe was a collection of guns, ammo, and other things that his uncle should probably not have. Eric grabbed his duffle bag and through in a .22 bolt action, a twelve gauge with a pistol grip with out a stock, he then grabbed his uncle's semi-auto rifle, looked kinda like one of those old M1 Grands. Then he decided to grab one of his uncle's scoped rifles, figured it wouldn't hurt. Unless someone asked him why he had all the guns. After the guns were loaded up Eric started throwing in ammo, lots and lots of ammo.

Things were starting to look tense at the meeting place. Eli had a hand on his gun, there were... a notable amount of people in the new car here, a few of them already out, and here was Eric, his frame lanky, scrawny, and with a 12 gauge in his hands. Behind Eli's truck he was safe if things started to happen, but he was in easy site of anyone in this little get together. He wasn't sure if he came across as threatening, or as goofy, but he didn't care. Other then Eli's pistol, Eric had all the guns here. He wasn't seeing any with the new group of people. "Oh goody! more people... Does that mean someone here knows what's going on?"
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet