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Heart of Tarot

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Heart of Tarot

Name: Magnus Wayland.
Age: 22.
Gender: Male.
Tarot: Judgement.
Ability: Voice of God, he has the ability to speak to the beasts of the land, the sky and the sea, to gain wisdom and knowledge and truth to help him know more. Also has the ability to magnify his voice to any volume he so chooses, he uses it as both a tool and a weapon, exploring different sounds he can make to benefit his cause.
Appearance:
But without the beard.
Personality: He tends to have a "normal" personality, talkative when he feels like it, quiet other times. He knows what to say and when to say it and when to listen and how to respond. Due to his tarot he says only truth, very rarely bending it but never to the extent of a lie, however being honest all the time has it's draw backs, sometimes he has to say things people dint necessarily want to hear. He also generally has the need to precaution someone before they do something, always telling them to heed his words. When he is not in a talkative mood he talks to little critters, he can sometimes be heard chatting to insects or rodents in the immediate area. He also has a strong respect for other creatures, living or dead and fears death not only for himself but for others as well.
Bio: Magnus was born to a religious family with no affiliations to the tarot, infect they hated them, they found  them against god, thought of it as a large magical cult. He had a fairly standard childhood with a smidge of extreme religiousness, one second he'd be playing with his friends, the next he'd be punching one for going against god, that was normal life in Bethlehem. At around 12 his parents enrolled him into the priesthood where his knowledge of god and the infidel grew, it grew to such an extent that the high preists saw great use in him and started his training to become an inquisitor. he shot up the ranks of the inquisitors, from apprentice to, minor inquisitor and finally high inquisitor, the last rank before the highest, Supreme inquisitor and all before his 20th birthday. 
On the eve before his twentieth birthday he was laying in bed at the boarding house, Sleeping, his chest raising and falling slowly when a dream materialized in his head. He was stood atop a desert hill, the ground below his feet hot and dry, Magnus looked to his left and there were more people atop hills, in the same inquisitor uniform and to the right was the same but below them was a sight. People, naked people, marching in the valley the hills overlooked, all blank faced, all in perfect unison and an eagle flew above them, in the direction they were traveling, a city. The words name came to Magnus' mouth without him thinking, "Damascus...".
He woke up with determination, scrawling a note onto a shred of paper he stole off into the night to catch an Arab camel caravan to Damascus. When he reached he was welcomed by the sprawling Metropalis, the smells of spices and horse dung a constant in every street. He was unfamiliar with the city but at the same time felt as if he knew it back to front. so he walked, spending hours in the back streets of Damascus following a path he knew and didn't know at the same time, until he came across a building. It felt out of place among the much larger, grander buildings around, it looked to have been a much older building, a bank possibly. As he walked up it's stairs he noticed people seemed to materialize out of the air around him, they were chatting and drinking tea and enjoying themselves.
"Magnus," a voice in his mind said, Magnus turned to see a large robed man with a faceless head, "I have been expecting you. And so began his adventure as a member of the Tarot, learning and becoming one, linking it to his past life, until he got his card at the age of 22

Other: None I can think of.

Heart of Tarot

I'm planning on joining.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Few months too late for this.

Cataclysm: The Capital

You didn't have to be so harsh ya bag of shit.

Cataclysm: The Capital

Hope you got room for one more.

Cataclysm: The Capital

Name: Byron De'Quincey
Age: 28
Occupation: English Teacher

Equipment:
On Body: M1897 trench gun, bandoleir with 20 shotgun shells, A colt 1911, two spare .45 magazines, A half full water canteen, a cleaver, a pocket watch, a compass, a coil of rope and a flashlight
In Bag: Box of 12 gauge Buck Shot with 20 more shells in it, a box of .45 with 28 rounds left in it, the bayonet for his shotgun, 2 extra batteries, maps and map reading equipment, first aid kit (a role or bandages, 4 morphine injectors, 2 ternquettes.), a zippo lighter and a third of a can of fuel.
Foodesque Stuff: 3 packs of jerky, a small box of gram crackers, Vitamin C supplements, a can of grount Colombian Coffee and lemon drops.

From: Richmond, Virginia

Personality:
Good parts:
- he has a way with words that makes him very persuasive in bartering and morel.
- he knows when to back away from a situation, if things get to tough he finds a way around it.
- Patient, 3 years of etching have made him more patient with people who are otherwise distasteful.
- Caring, after his time In school teaching people with problems he gained a little compassion.
- likes cake.
Bad Bits:
- When he's angry he starts shouting at you loud, in large amounts and in German.
- doesn't like to be injured, if he needs help he won't ask for it nor would he except it unless he really needs to or wants to.
- when someone smart does something stupid he complains to them.
- quotes English literary stuff in bad situations.
- when he has the chance to sleep he'll take it and then some.

History: he use to work at a high school in Richmond teaching the slower students in the school, he was given the worst class room, his students the worst materials but he slugged it out and in the end hot them all to graduation by helping them with other subjects. He moved to Washington DC to teach at a local collage after his kiddos left to follow further education. he was planning on having a 4th of july party at his place when it happened, there was knocking at the door so he went out to check it, it was a zed. He ran in doors and pulled out his and shot it down. He wandered around the remnance of the state until he reached
the capital mall and saw the great oblalisk like structure and there were people in it's shadow.

Q: what made you want to Join this RP?
A: I love zombie survival stories, games and stuff so why not do an RP.
Q: what do you plan on doing with your character in the RP?
A: I planning on having him survive with the group, have a bit of a falling out with someone, get my guy to safety and be an all around good guy.
Q: are you going to be a loner in the group?
A: I hope not.
Q: what are your thoughts on other players in the RP?
A: like ame, interesting character, the Asian heritage and the different professions clash which I find quite interesting personally. V, travelled a long way and interested in hearing more of her stories during the RP. Serge seems like a nice guy to me, hope Byron and him become friends.

Across Broken Skies [Ace Combat inspired RP]

I'm sorry but I'm backing out of this, I haven't posted anything at all in a while and I won't be able to pull off the massive pieces you guys've written. Again, sorry and have a good time guys.

The Night Life

Name: Gabrial De'Quincey
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Likes/Dislikes: 
Likes: watching the high rollers play, red velvet cupcakes, swing music and likes his knife.
Dislikes: whining losers, any steak that isn't well done and people who bring kids to casinos.
Position (Casino): Blackjack Dealer
Weapon: 
Knife: K-Bar. 
Gun: Colt Delta Elite 10mm
Specialization: Soldier, he has no fear, he'd break legs or blow your brains, stand up in a fire fight or go up knife to knife with a butcher.
Personality: Really calm and aloof, he keeps watch over the casino with a steady gaze, he is a pleasant person by all means and a sociable one but he is not a talker, his job at the casino needs to have concentration, so he is a listener by nature. He's quick to pull the trigger or stab someone in the eye and when he does all he thinks about is: "where the hell do I dump the body."
History: times were tough, money was scarse and so were jobs for that matter. Gabrial broke on luck was living the life of a destitute homeless man, he use to work in the construction industry but then the housing market collapsed and he lost his job, after months of living off begged, borrowed or stolen money he decided to earn it. He went into the, "entertainment" field for the pleasure of women, however one day he received a phone call. It was an old friend from engineering school, "boy have I got a job for you." he started. Turns out he was working for a gang in that area that payed well and they had an opening for a soldier, Gabe took it without hesitation and was sworn into the gang a week later after carrying out, critical missions. He was offered a promotion but declined, so he was stationed at the casino where he stayed, dealing cards...
Pic:
Other: favorite quote: "The house always wins."

Cerebral Chaos

Interest = expressed. However could I add a few PSI powers?