The RC Master

KILL ALL HEROES

This looks weird, insane, and full of WTF.
COUNT ME IN.

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Appearance: He's around 5'7 and pretty scrawny. Ivan has spiky black hair, dark eyes that look almost black, and wears glasses. He's surprisingly tan despite staying indoors for most if his life due to his Filipino heritage. His main wardrobe consists of T-shirts having the logos of weird bands (What kind of band is 'The Purple Cheese Freaks from Planet Slikertonium'? The best band, that's what.) and faded jeans.

Name: Ivan Yebat

Age: 10,639,483 25

Gender: IAMSHEMAN Male

Species: Huuuumaaannnnnnn

Specialties:

-Being lost

-Creating horrible puns.

-Sleeping

-Inventing

Abilities: He's pretty dang good at creating weird and often times dangerous weapons. The only thing keeping him from creating THE ULTIMATE WEAPON is that he doesn't really give two craps about what he makes and usually says "screw this" and leaves in the middle of inventing.

Weapons/Skills: He's skilfully inventive and skilfully lazy. Ivan carries around his only completed invention: a phone that doubles as a gun. But his aim sucks and he doesn't really know how to work a gun, so you can see how useful that is.

Favorite Games/Shows:

-Every Legend of Zelda game (except for those that should never again be mentioned >_> *coughCD-icough*,

-Attack on Titan

-Bravely Default

-Minecraft

-Super Smash Bros.

Background: Imagine the most awkward, nerdy, anti-social shut-in you can think of. Okay, now quadruple that guy by a hundred. That, my friends, is Ivan. Despite being sent scholarships from the most prestigious schools and regarded as a prodigy, Ivan has never went to college, or a university, or gotten a real job. He just stays holed up in his apartment creating half assed thingy-ma-jiggers. Of course, when the heroes attacked, that all changed. After being nearly beheaded, burned, shot, and castrated (all at the same time!) by a hero that broke into his apartment, Ivan left his home for the first time in seven years. He was found by the O-Face and hired due to his inventive skill.

"What's this roleplay about?": Namek! Wait...I mean Earth!

Guild!

I'm excited for this! How many more people until it begins?

Hiiiiiiiiiidy ho!!

Is that a South Park reference I see? ;) XD

Anyhoo, WELCOME! I'm The RC Master, or just plain RC if you want. And yes, isn't your avatar MAJESTIC O.O

Double anyhoo, I look forward to RPing with you, which might be very soon... (* w *)

So, YUP! Guess that's my greeting to you. PM me if you ever wanna chat! ^^

Raid, Trade, or Settle (WIP)

I'm interested.

Maybe environmental factors can affect the exports and imports? i.e.) A drought affecting the Grain and Wheat.

The city of Aldiron

Looks cool! Count me in.

Hello everyone

HEY THERE BUDDY *creepy smile*
Lol, I'm The RC Master, but you can just call me RC. Welp, everyone here is pretty friendly so I think you'll enjoy it here! ^^

Anyhoo, you're a pretty cool guy! What's your favourite video games and comics? What RP genres do you enjoy?

PM me if you ever wanna chat or RP. :)

Guild!

HellHoundWoof said
A better one would have been, hound of hell.

True, plus it saves a heck of a lot of time typing.

Guild!

HellHoundWoof said
A pleasure to meet you master of RCs

Ditto, Hells of hounds of woofs.

Guild!

BrobyDDark said
Accepted!

WOOOOOT YEAH!
*cough* I, uh, mean...cool, cool. Thanks. B)

HellHoundWoof said
Hi.

'Eeeeey!

Guild!

Name: Aleks Erens

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Aleks has a head of wavy, red hair and stand at 5'5". She has only one blue-grey eye, her right one. The place where her left one should be is hidden by an eye patch. Her clothes usually consist of anything green or brown, her long brown coat, and some light armor. There's a series of tattoos that travel from her neck to her left arm.

Personality: She's overly confident, short-tempered, and a bit arrogant. However, she usually thinks her actions through before before she does them. Er, for the most part at least. She's blunt and enjoys throwing cynical teases at friends, no matter how insensitive it can be. Aleks can be a serious jerk, but she knows when to shut up. She enjoys drinking and battling. She's very sensitive about her left eye (or lack of the) and will quickly try to get away from the person commenting on it or change the subject. She can be very generous and will always try to help people, especially little kids.

Sob Story History: hur prnts mrdrd by evl munsturs lik if u cri evrytim
Out of her eight siblings, Aleks was the youngest and quietest. She usually spent her days all by herself, wandering around and just silently observing the world around her. No one bothered her and she bothered no one. Albeit a little lonely, it was a peaceful life.

When Aleks was around eight, she wandered into the woods behind her family's house. She was constantly told not to enter, yet there was something about those woods that day that called to her.
The deeper she walked through the forest, the scarier and darker things became. Beginning to panic, little Aleks started to run home. She had almost reached the end, but not before a monster attacked her. Aleks managed to get away losing something vital in the process:

Her pride.

Oh, uh, and her left eye.

When Aleks was healed, her family was concerned that she would grow up scared of everything around her due to the attack.
Instead of growing up scared and even more quiet, Aleks grew angry. She grew angry at how she hadn't fought back. At how she was easily bested. At how something that was easily a level-1 beast took her eye! Over time, that anger turned to courage and confidence. Aleks began training to fight and eventually joined the guild.

The once silent lamb had become a roaring lion.

Power(s): She can MANIPULATE TIME AND SPACE summon small fire balls and manipulate flames, but it usually takes up a large portion of energy and leave her exhausted.

Weapon(s): Her fire and a cross bow. For melee fighting she carries a scimitar and a dagger.

Skills: She's skilled with long ranged weapons, has excellent hearing, and can drink quite a few glasses of rum without getting drunken enough to pass out.