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I OVERTHINK THINGS!!
10 yrs ago
A Coke thief stole my last Ice Cold Coca Cola.
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10 yrs ago
I wonder how many people sit at their desk facepalming in silence at my jokes.
11 yrs ago
On his way to Corvega Assembly plant for a settlement mission, gets distracted by a new settlement site and spends the day building it up. I'll get there I swear!!
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11 yrs ago
Check out my Fallout Fan Fiction roleplayerguild.com/topics/8..
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Bio
I got into Roleplaying, er more specifically Post by Post Roleplaying around, I think it was four years ago? It feels much longer than that. My good friend whose now far too busy in college introduced me. He wanted by make a Mass Effect RP for his younger brother, or Cousin, something along those line. The games series was far to mature for someone of his age but he felt he could make a family friendly RP. And while that never panned out, I was hooked.
Fast forward to the present day and I'm an avid RP and casual writer. I mainly prefer Fallout RPs, and am working on my own which will take place in the fictional Lore of Alaska. But it's far from ready.
Between my laziness and my workload of various RPs and Videogames I am often rather busy. Yet I always find myself exceptionally bored. So I like contemplating Philosophical Conundrums.
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Don't wait on me. I won't have time to get anything up before work.
I'll be watching. *Eyes glare at page* No but seriously I'm already in a Vegas RP. A Nation type in another forum, otherwise I'd join. Best of luck to you guys.
Victor Crow
The dusty underground library held documents and books created out of journals and reports decades old. Gathered by the members of the Order where they can. One such book. About fairies and goblins. Detailed their origins and delved into the social structures. Victors’ eyes were glued to every word as his fingers ran slowly over the page. The tips of his pointer finger coated in ink as he licked it for every turn of the page. Here this library was his domain every crack and crevice he explored, yet still this place held many secrets. Reading by the candle light hours passed into the night as a pot of tea kept him company. The other members of the Order only bothered him when they needed information they left him to his solitude surrounded by ancient lore.
Victor knew the others were out hunting, patrolling. But it did not concern him. Standing from his desk he slowly walked over carefully cradling the fragile book. The shelf he took it from housed many like it, he organized most of these books himself using his own system. He knew exactly where each book and read them as he had time unless he needed to find something for a case. Shuffling through the isles he found a report from 1703. It piqued his interest and he took it back to the candle. The name read Darian.. That was the only indication of who wrote it. Many chose to only use their first name least the contents fell into wrong hands, or claws.
Darian, Egypt May 4th 1703
What could only be described as Ghouls were sighted in the main city leaving behind a few corpses. Upon further investigation I found these reports false, but something still troubled me. It took another week here, before I discovered with some difficulty that a Mummy was responsible for the recent sightings, I’ll be heading out tomorrow to confront it.
Victor turned the page, yet nothing was there who ever this Darian was, he didn't survive. “Strange Mummies? I wonder what else is out there.”
The dusty underground library held documents and books created out of journals and reports decades old. Gathered by the members of the Order where they can. One such book. About fairies and goblins. Detailed their origins and delved into the social structures. Victors’ eyes were glued to every word as his fingers ran slowly over the page. The tips of his pointer finger coated in ink as he licked it for every turn of the page. Here this library was his domain every crack and crevice he explored, yet still this place held many secrets. Reading by the candle light hours passed into the night as a pot of tea kept him company. The other members of the Order only bothered him when they needed information they left him to his solitude surrounded by ancient lore.
Victor knew the others were out hunting, patrolling. But it did not concern him. Standing from his desk he slowly walked over carefully cradling the fragile book. The shelf he took it from housed many like it, he organized most of these books himself using his own system. He knew exactly where each book and read them as he had time unless he needed to find something for a case. Shuffling through the isles he found a report from 1703. It piqued his interest and he took it back to the candle. The name read Darian.. That was the only indication of who wrote it. Many chose to only use their first name least the contents fell into wrong hands, or claws.
Darian, Egypt May 4th 1703
What could only be described as Ghouls were sighted in the main city leaving behind a few corpses. Upon further investigation I found these reports false, but something still troubled me. It took another week here, before I discovered with some difficulty that a Mummy was responsible for the recent sightings, I’ll be heading out tomorrow to confront it.
Victor turned the page, yet nothing was there who ever this Darian was, he didn't survive. “Strange Mummies? I wonder what else is out there.”
I'm working on my post. Victor will be at the base reading through books describing various sightings and archived reports.
I got my CS up in the last page. In case you missed it.
Anyways thank you for letting me in. Surprising in seven hours it all filled up.
Name: Victor Crow
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Primary Weapon: A Colt Walker chambered in .45 long colt.
Secondary Weapon: A simple walking cane
Profession: Archivist, bookkeeper.
Bio: Victor, and his family fled America shortly after the civil war. It would be another three years before he was even born. They settled down in a small Cottage just outside edinburgh. His family was on the lossing side of the war and faced backlash and prejudice because of it. When Victor grew of age, his desire to attend a college of his choosing had him touring England for potential prospects. He spent five years in college learning history, between Rome’s conquests and it’s fall. To America’s founding. Anything having remotely to do with history made him giddy as a schoolgirl.
On a night in 1886 he witnessed a horrid event that set him on a path with the Order. A man shambled through a dark street, as he reached out for a beggar. The man screamed and panicked as he tried to run away. The man on top of him sank his teeth into the beggar ripping the flesh from his bones. Unbeknownst to Victor, this was a Ghoul. Victor tried to free the man but fell back as the Ghoul reached for him next, a fourth man entered the fray as he bashed the Ghouls head in. He and the beggar were taken to be examined. Only Victor was released not much was said about the beggar as hard as he inquired. Soon enough he received a visit and was asked to keep quiet about the ordeal. To which books scattered about his living room. Titled with various monster themes.”That was a Ghoul wasn’t it? According to this book it matches the description to the letter.”
The man confused about what to do next had no choice but to fill him in. And began a new path to which Victor could never return.
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Name: Victor Crow
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Primary Weapon: A Colt Walker chambered in .45 long colt.
Secondary Weapon: A simple walking cane
Profession: Archivist, bookkeeper.
Bio: Victor, and his family fled America shortly after the civil war. It would be another three years before he was even born. They settled down in a small Cottage just outside edinburgh. His family was on the lossing side of the war and faced backlash and prejudice because of it. When Victor grew of age, his desire to attend a college of his choosing had him touring England for potential prospects. He spent five years in college learning history, between Rome’s conquests and it’s fall. To America’s founding. Anything having remotely to do with history made him giddy as a schoolgirl.
On a night in 1886 he witnessed a horrid event that set him on a path with the Order. A man shambled through a dark street, as he reached out for a beggar. The man screamed and panicked as he tried to run away. The man on top of him sank his teeth into the beggar ripping the flesh from his bones. Unbeknownst to Victor, this was a Ghoul. Victor tried to free the man but fell back as the Ghoul reached for him next, a fourth man entered the fray as he bashed the Ghouls head in. He and the beggar were taken to be examined. Only Victor was released not much was said about the beggar as hard as he inquired. Soon enough he received a visit and was asked to keep quiet about the ordeal. To which books scattered about his living room. Titled with various monster themes.”That was a Ghoul wasn’t it? According to this book it matches the description to the letter.”
The man confused about what to do next had no choice but to fill him in. And began a new path to which Victor could never return.
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Well thank you. The title was misleading though. I suppose you can't edit that part out. Anyways I have an bookkeeper planned, and his CS will be up shortly.
OOh, I'll have a CS up soon.
Shingen
After the Goblins had been dispatched. Shingen climbed down on a thread of silk, Aurora was ecstatic, jumping around like a young child giddy that her theory was correct. Shingen however was not amused to be put in a situation where he was attacked."Well that's just great! Glad your theory worked now, you going to pay me for my services? A little compensation after running for my life?"
After the Goblins had been dispatched. Shingen climbed down on a thread of silk, Aurora was ecstatic, jumping around like a young child giddy that her theory was correct. Shingen however was not amused to be put in a situation where he was attacked."Well that's just great! Glad your theory worked now, you going to pay me for my services? A little compensation after running for my life?"
Well it's that time of night, I'll respond in the morning till then.
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