Skwint

~The Last Star~

This is what I got so far. Having trouble finding an image.

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Name~ Jeremiah 'Jerry' Balker

Age~ 27

Gender~ Male

Personality~ Jeremiah is unsure of himself. He never did have the ferocity that his great size would suggest, and is actually quite timid. At least until someone he cares about is threatened. Having being told all his life about how stupid he is, he is very self-conscious about his intelligence and decision-making ability. Because of this he would often stick close to someone who he perceives as being intelligent so that they can tell him what to do. Jeremiah is also quick to come to the rescue of any endangered comrades, especially those he considers friends. Friends are not something he's ever had many of, so he cherishes those who will befriend him and show him kindness.

History~ Throughout his life, Jeremiah was always bigger than everyone else. His parents had always emphasized that he needed to be careful, because the other children were not as big as he was so he had to be careful not to hurt them. At the same time, his parents were sure to tell him to use his strength to help those that couldn't help themselves. These lessons would mold him into a gentle giant and a fierce protector.

Being very big and not very bright, the military was an obvious career choice. His incredible size and his tendency to follow orders without question made him immediately popular. He was naturally always being handed heavy weapons to lug around, and could even serve as a one-man machinegun or mortar team in more extreme situations. Despite his below-average intelligence, he developed an affinity for heavy weapons of all manner and variety due to his extensive exposure to them. Jeremiah was also popular among field artillery crews, as he could load heavy shells far easier than anyone else. His dependability, skill, and loyalty allowed him to ascend to the rank of Corporal relatively quickly. Then, everything went south.

It was late one night when Jeremiah awoke to commotion from nearby. He went to investigate and came upon a group of four other soldiers attempting to have their way with a young woman. Jeremiah's protective instincts kicked in and he rushed to the woman's rescue, beating down her attackers. Two of the soldiers ended up hospitalized, but the other two were still severely battered. The next day, Jeremiah was brought in for questioning. The woman he had rescued turned out to be a higher ranking officer, but she was far too ashamed to admit that she had almost been raped. The worst part about the whole thing was that Jeremiah couldn't even defend himself. He can't speak. Jeremiah has been a mute since birth. Needless to say, the trial did not go well for him as a result.

Skills~ Heavy weapons of all types, and hitting things very hard

Weaknesses~ has trouble fitting into some vehicles, not too bright, and completely mute, not very quick on his feet

Call Sign~ Tiny (the irony is so original)

Rank Before Discharge~ Corporal

Other~

Appearance/pic~

~The Last Star~

@FullMetalHeart
Do I put my CS here or would you like me to PM you?

~The Last Star~

I think I may be interested if you still need another somebody.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Bastian Felstead

At the sight of the figure, Bastian became anxious. He had seen this tactic before. One man halts the party while the rest ambush them from the trees. While it wasn't a guarantee that his was, indeed, such an ambush, the possibility could not be discounted. If it were an attack, they were well and truly done for. The only one among them that was capable of combat was himself and the squire, but Bastian did not have a weapon. Not to mention they would have to try to protect Lorenzo as well, though the horse he was on could easily be commanded to run away. Bastian stuck close to Lorenzo. The health and well-being of his patient was his primary concern, as it should be.

Gear

Blanket
5 days of rations (just in case)
Flask
Flint and Steel
Kindling
Rope
Knife
Cloak
Medical Bag

The Crystal's Call

"Yeah. Safely," Damien muttered getting to his feet and rubbing his sore backside.

This newcomer was rather off-putting. The dirty, bloody dress and lack of shoes did not make him feel any better about her despite the fact that she seemed to be their only source of information on this.. Astoria. The Asian offered her a pair of shoes and one of the blondes offered her a jacket, but something told him she would not bother to accept them. Whoever the bizarre stranger was, she had yet to even introduce herself. One of the blondes, whose name was apparently Morie though this was likely a nickname, was the first to outright demand information. Damien figured the aggressive looking redhead would have been the first, but nothing about any of this was anywhere close to normal.

"I'm with the blonde. Who are you and where are we? More importantly, how do we get back?"

The Crystal's Call

Yard work: one of the unfortunate aspects of owning a home. Since Damien lived alone, he had no choice but to do it all himself. After eating a nice big breakfast he went to his room and got himself dressed. The outfit of the day would be an old pair of sneakers, jeans, and a plain white t-shirt; as well as his signature wristband of course. There's was no need to dress up when doing yard work. Who were you trying to impress? The grass and the leaves?

Behind Damien's home lies an old shed where all of the necessary equipment and resources were located. It was filled with way too much stuff. Charlie obviously never took the time to clean it out. After opening the creaky old door Damien stepped inside and began attempting to locate a shears to use on the unruly hedges. Eventually he managed to find it... All the way on the back wall past the gauntlet of yard care appliances. With a sigh Damien pushed forward. Having to step around, over, and beside many unusually shaped things, sometimes all at once, seemed more exhausting then the simple yard work he wanted to accomplish. Damien had made it about halfway through the shed when the door slammed shut.

With door shut, Damien was now in complete darkness. The shed had no internal light source of its own, relying completely on natural light from the outside, or a portable source of light that whoever entered would bring with them. Now he was trapped in a shed filled with an assortment of blades, rough edges, and sharp corners with no way to tell where any of them may be hiding. Well, no one was going to come for him any time soon. He would just have to try to make his way back through the darkness to get to the door. Damien managed to take three steps before tripping.

During the quick, yet somehow eternal, journey to the floor he had now involuntarily embarked on, Damien was certain he was a goner. There was no telling what he might land on, or hit his head, or what might fall and land on him. After all he had been through he was going to be killed by a dirty hoe. Or a rake. Maybe an axe. Perhaps the shears would fall off the wall and stab him. Damien screwed his eyes shut and braced himself for impact. What a way die.

Except he didn't die. He was still falling. Surely he would have hit the floor by now. How could he still be falling? No sooner than after the duration of his fall had entered his mind did he finally hit the ground. Damien groaned and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw were three other people who appeared about his age. There was a blonde, a redhead, and some Asian dude. He quickly sat up and looked around before addressing the trio before him.

"Hi, guys," he said casually. "So, um, what just happened? Where am I? And how did I get here?"

The Crystal's Call

Had trouble coming up with an entrance that was equal parts unique and amusing. I think I got something though.

LANTERN (redux)

I may quite possible be interested. Zeroes to heroes is always a fun time.

Bloodborne roleplay?

INTERESTED!

I love bloodborne.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

@ClocktowerEchos

That Thresh though. You even used his little theme song. You better do him justice. He's my go-to support.