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Hello everyone, my name is Georgi Tanchev and I am a website developer from Plovdiv, Bulgaria. I am intersted in various roleplays, including fantasy, sci-fi, and historical. I am always open to new and exciting roleplays and partners. If you would like to contact me off-site, you can reach me through my website


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In my spare time I enjoy going through Facebook and Youtube and reading programming jokes, here is one for you:

-> Why did the programmer quit his job? He didn't get arrays.

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Ziick took a slow sip of his drink, feeling the warm liquid wash down his throat. His mind was elsewhere, lost in the memories of the massacre he had just witnessed. He was a hardened mercenary, accustomed to the horrors of war and the brutality of the galaxy. But the events of the last few days had left a lasting impression on him. He needed a moment of peace and solace.

That's when he heard the sound of the spaceship, causing a commotion outside the bar. Most patrons rushed towards the windows to catch a glimpse, but Ziick remained seated. He knew that problems always found their way to him, and he was not in the mood to go searching for more.

But his solitude was interrupted by the entrance of a woman. She was small in stature and dressed in a long, sodden cloak. Despite the shadows of her hood, he could see the sadness in her eyes. It was a sadness that he recognized all too well. It was a sadness that he himself had carried with him for years.

Ziick watched as she hesitated at the door, glancing back at the chaos outside. He was intrigued by her, and despite his usual demeanour, he felt a spark of curiosity. He was not a playboy, far from it, and he was not one to fall in love easily. But there was something about her that drew him in.

The woman finally pushed through the door and made her way into the bar. Ziick found himself following her every move as she crossed the threshold and stepped into the warm light.

Ziick's curiosity was piqued as he observed the lone woman standing at the door of the tavern, the hint of sadness in her eyes tugging at his heartstrings. He couldn't resist the urge to approach her, to try and alleviate some of her burdens, and thus, Ziick's imagination ran wild as he gazed upon the mysterious woman standing at the door. The allure of helping her and easing her troubles was too strong to ignore. He felt his body rise from his seat, his massive frame towering over the other patrons as he marched towards her, ready to be her saviour. However, as his hand reached out to touch her shoulder, he suddenly woke from his daydream, realizing that he had remained seated the entire time, his pipe still dangling from his lips. The disappointment was palpable as he sank back into his chair, the reality of the situation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He had let his imagination get the better of him, and now, the opportunity to make a difference was lost forever.

He emptied the glass in a single gulp, muttering to himself, "What a fool you are, you've defeated a hundred beasts, but you can't even summon the courage to speak to a woman. What a laugh."

Ziick was a man who carried the weight of a life filled with hardship and heartache. From a young age, he was forced to forge his own path, and as a result, everything that crossed his path was stained with blood, shadowed by darkness, and wracked with sorrow. It was not that he was afraid to speak to a woman, but rather, he was acutely aware that any encounter was likely to end in tragedy and bloodshed. He feared that his already frayed mental state would not be able to withstand the toll of yet another loss.

☆ Age:

☆ Gender:

☆ Power Descriptions:

☆ Skills:
•Expert in hand-to-hand combat
• Skilled in the use of a variety of firearms, swords and daggers
• Highly skilled in stealth and infiltration
• Can improvise and create weapons out of everyday objects
• Has a vast knowledge of different types of drugs and how to use them

☆ Personality:
Ziick is a charismatic and confident individual, who is not afraid to take risks. He is a natural leader and is able to inspire those around him. He is also a bit of a thrill-seeker and enjoys pushing himself to the limit. However, he is also highly intelligent and strategic, always thinking ahead and planning his next move. He is fiercely loyal to those he cares about, but can also be ruthless when it comes to achieving his goals.

☆ Biography:
Ziick was born in the city of Detroit, Michigan. Growing up in a rough neighborhood, he had to learn to fight and defend himself at a young age. As he got older, he began to get involved in the local gang scene, quickly rising through the ranks and becoming a respected leader only at the age of 17. However, he eventually grew tired of the constant violence and killing of innocent and decided to leave the gang life behind.

He turned to mercenary work as a way to use his skills and make a living. He quickly established a reputation as a skilled and efficient operator, who was always willing to take on the toughest jobs. He also developed a keen interest in the use of drugs, both as a means of enhancing his own performance and as a way to control and manipulate others.

Despite his tough exterior, Ziick has a softer side and is known to enjoy smoking weed, which he fills in his pipe, he often smokes it while thinking about his next move, his next job or his next adventure.

At the age of 23, Ziick discovered a portal to another world. This opened up a whole new realm of possibilities for him and he began to travel to distant places beyond Earth. He visited Mordor and fought with orcs, he has been in Elysium where he lost one of his arms in a fight. However, a crazy doctor replaced his arm with a cybernetic one, making him even more powerful and efficient in battle.

☆ Appearance:

Ziick is a tall and muscular man, standing at around 6'2" and weighing around 220 pounds. He has a thick, wild mane of black hair that cascades down his back and a thick beard that covers his strong jawline. He has a chiselled jawline and sharp, angular features, giving him a rugged and intimidating appearance. He has a small scar above his left eyebrow, which he acquired during one of his many street fights during his youth. His dark brown eyes are intense and piercing, giving the impression that he is always aware of his surroundings.

Ziick has a well-defined and toned physique, the result of years of training and physical exertion. He has broad shoulders and a thick chest, with well-defined abs and biceps. He has a tattoo on his right shoulder, of a skull with two guns crossing over it. He also has tattoos on his left and right arms, the left one is of a dragon and the right one is of a lion. He has a cybernetic arm, which is a metallic silver colour and has a red LED light shining from the elbow. This arm is a result of his battle in Elysium, where he lost his arm in a fight and was then given the cybernetic replacement by a crazy doctor.

Ziick often wears black clothing, which complements his dark and mysterious appearance. He can often be found wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans, and black boots. He also wears a silver chain around his neck, which has a small pendant of a skull. He also carries a black duffel bag, which contains all of his weapons and equipment. He is always ready for action and has a confident and determined look on his face.

☆ Likes:
Adrenaline, danger, smoking weed, rock music

☆ Dislikes:
Being underestimated, failure, betrayal

☆ Fears:
Being captured or killed, losing control

☆ Weaknesses:

☆ Theme Song:
"Hungry" by Rob Bailey
Ziick, the warrior from a distant galaxy, strode confidently into TNT 'The Nameless Tavern'. His battle-worn armour clinked and clanged with each step, a testament to the countless battles he had fought and survived. He was a towering figure, standing well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a chiselled jaw. He had a thick, wild mane of black hair that cascaded down his back and a thick beard that covered his lower face. His skin was tanned and weathered, his face etched with deep lines and scars.

As he looked around the tavern, he couldn't help but smile at the warm and inviting atmosphere. The soft glow from the burning hearth, the solid wooden walls, and the friendly staff all contributed to a sense of comfort and security. He made his way to the bar, where he was greeted by the friendly barkeep.

"Welcome, traveller," the barkeep said. "What can I get for you?"

Ziick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, intricately carved pipe. He filled it with a strange, pungent smelling weed, the same that the hobbits were known to smoke in the distant land of Mordor.

"Got a light?" he asked.

The barkeep smiled and handed him a match. "Of course, sir."

As he lit the pipe, the sweet aroma of the weed filled the air, and the other patrons couldn't help but take notice of the mysterious stranger.

Ziick took a long, satisfying puff. He exhaled a thick plume of smoke, which swirled and eddied in the dim light of the tavern. He took in the sights and sounds of the tavern, the patrons chatting and laughing, the clink of glasses and the murmur of conversation. He felt at home here, in this place that seemed to exist outside of time and space.

As he leaned against the bar, he couldn't help but think of all the battles he had fought, all the foes he had defeated. He had seen more than his fair share of death and destruction, but in this tavern, he felt safe and at peace. He knew that no matter what the future held, he would always have a place to rest his weary head and find solace in a cold, hard drink.

He took another puff of his pipe and smiled. He was ready for whatever lay ahead, because he knew that in this tavern, he was among friends.
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