Sypherkhode822

One character many Role-players

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@Athinar

ur up, m8

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

Hey, Hexy. I'm trying to reformat the post so it works like you want it to, but it keeps coming back that it's not working...

I can appreciate a GM who wants to have the CS looking great, and I tried, but since it's a fairly minor aesthetic mistake, would it be okay if we let it pass?

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

and its up!

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

Main Character


Name

Kat(erina) Wythburn| 5'8"| Human

Physical Description:

A tall woman with hair that's just a bit too strict to be fashionable, Kat on the right side of her lip and another one on her temple. Her left leg has the mottled texture of a burn victim, and she walks with a slight limp favoring her left leg. Her body is toned, and it seems that only her face has kept any baby fat, something which she often despairs about. Her skin is a light brown and she has dark brown eyes. Her hands are roughened with calluses and small nicks. Usually dressing in her aviation leathers, Kat will wear a dress uniform for when hitting the town and for official occasions. It's rare to see her in a dress, though she owns a few for the odd occasion she goes on a date.

Biography/background:

A long ago descendant of those who fled Africa during the first transgression, Kat grew up as a comfortable member of the upper middle class in one of the Republics cities. Her father was a retired fighter pilot and her mother the daughter of an important aviation general. Growing up, Kat was surrounded by planes and the deepseated understanding that pureblood humans were superior, those who were tainted should be treated kindly, though not equally, and that the leviathans were evil. Kat also grew up with the deapstead understanding that she would also one day fly a plane, carrying on the tradition for her family. When she came of age, Kat enlisted in the air force, and gained a reputation for deft flying and surviving impossible odds in the face of the leviathan threat. Kat had been out in the middle of a year long patrol around the Alps when the zeppelin convoy she was assigned with was attacked by a group of Leviathans acting in concert. Flying out with her squadron, Kat engaged the flying leviathan known as Hulum the Trailing, a long, ribbon like leviathan that had been known for taking down zeppelin convoys on it's own. In the middle of completing a strafing run along Hulums back, Kat's plane engine failed and she began a steep and irrecoverable decline to the ground below. In her panic, something in Kat awoke, and in her desperation, an updraft that hadn't existed moments earlier roared to life, launching Kat's plane back up to one of the mortar balloons that had been lowered to bombard the Leviathans. Bailing from the destroyed plane, Kat was hauled back up into the balloon by a startled mortar operator. That same puzzlement soon spread to the entire convoy when the Leviathans, led by Hulum, began to retreat from the fight, sparing the lives of the convoy members. It was only after Kat had returned to her bunk after the fight that she allowed herself to think about what had just occurred. While a remarkably positive experience, Kat was still shaken by the thought of controlling those Leviathans to leave the battle. Kat's convoy is now returning from it's patrol, and is approaching the eastern border of the Republic.

Personality:

Ultimately an optimistic person, believes the best in people, go so far as to extend her generosity to groups that have traditionally oppressed, namely, the tainted. Underneath her initial friendliness, however, lies the cold hearted capabilities of someone who knows how to kill and has done it before. Kat is also somewhat bitter over her failure to attract any suitors, seeing it as a personal failing. To combat this, Kat throws herself head-on into flying, an experience which makes Kat feel content with the world.

Skillset:

Pilot-Kat is a trained pilot, and is able to use the Republics aircraft.
Soldier- Basic training has taught Kat how to use a gun and survive in deadly situations.

[indent]Equipment:
[indent]Aviator leathers, .45mm pistol, dogtags, water canteen, combat knife, lighter, pack of cigarettes. [/color][/indent][/indent]

Hulum the Trailing

Hulum

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

So, if this is still open, I'd like to join this.

One character many Role-players

Sort of a similar vein: the interim period between shows is coming close to the end. Auditions for the next show happened today (I think I did well!) so I'm not sure when rehearsals start. And the RP time I'll have is directly linked to how large a role I have, because if I'm anything with more lines than tree #4, I sure as hell am going to be spending the majority of my free time in the theater.

One character many Role-players

You are truly a soldier.

God bless you, man.

You deserve a medal

@PhoenixWhite

I actually wore shades when looking at my computer. I looked like I was hungover, which was a little awkward, but YOLO.

An Amateur's Treatise on Popular Military Understanding

Nothing to contribute, unfortunately, but I'd like to say that this is among the most informative articles on this site.

10/10, keep up the good work!

If I could make some requests for some further expansions:

*Early grenades.

*How to supply train across the ages (and how to fuck up the other guys supply train)

*Moar stuff on 'cowboy' fighting. How did shootouts in the actual Wild West work? (Aside from the Mexican Stand-offs) How did Native Americans raid n' stuff?

One character many Role-players

got the post up.

I have a major headache, so I chanelled some of that into this post.

It hurts to look at the computer screen, or lights.

ow.

One character many Role-players

"Get that damned thing away from him!"

Kal's head swum violently, and he struggled to keep the contents of his stomach under control.

Sensing more than seeing Reindolous reach for the statuette, a sense of desperate panic flooded the young prince as he grasped it and pulled it away from his friend.
"..Reindolous, just trust me on this, I can't explain it, but I need to hold onto this."

The old knight paused, scrutinizing Kal's eyes with his own, searching for some hint of reasoning behind Kal's words.

Kal would have liked to know what he found, Kal was struggling to come up with a good reason to keep the statuette himself.

Glancing about him, eyes slit to guard against the painful light, Kal saw that he had just fallen to the ground where he had been standing. Reindolous was kneeling next to him, and his soldiers had formed into a protective ring around them both, weapons drawn, though against who they would be used, Kal couldn't say.

The two Yelb stood a few paces back, nervously standing on tiptoes to peer past the guards at Kal.

"Is he okay again?" The younger of the two whispered audibly to her older companion.

"I hope so. I liked the prince!" The other replied in an equally loud stage whisper.

Kal dropped his head back between his legs. He felt like shit. His hangover from his birthday last week had been easier than this.

"For all that is good and holy, Kal! You could have been killed! Whatever happened to you?" Reindolus's tone was in one that brooked answer.