Voltus_Ventus

Volty's One on One Thing! (Casual Dude)

Volty's One on One thing! *To all who post in ICs, please don't* **NO MORE SPACE** So I decided I'd put this up to see if there us anyone who is interested in 1x1ing with me, I have ideas for most of the pairings below but am super open to your ideas too, if you're interested drop me a PM. Slave x Slave Slave x Master Raider x Captive Horse x Rider (Taken) Horse x Horse Teacher x Student (Taken) Teacher x Teacher Student x Student Guard x Royalty Royalty x Royalty Employee x Owner/Relative of Kidnapper x Kidnapped (Taken) Survivor x Survivor Survivor x Medical (Rehab/Recovery) Mentally Unstable x Nurse Painter x Painting (artist x artwork) Ghost x Character Victorian x Victorian Soldier x Civilian Company Owner Bigshot x Secretary Things I do: Almost anything. Things I do not do:  Most fandoms and Animes I've never f***ing heard of. Final Fantasy Fandoms I do do:  Mortal Engines. Warrior Cats. (not in the mood) Adventure Time. Regular Show. Fallout. Bioshock. Tron To be added... Genres I quite enjoy: Steampunk. Post-apocalypse. Slice of life. Fantasy. Sci-fi. Distopian. Adventure. Noir.  

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

WIP Name: Philpe Mordokar Callsign: Vulture Age: 29 Sex: Male Height: 6 ft 4 inches Weight: 110kg Nationalty: Czech Republic  Aircraft: MiG-23 FLOGGER Appearance:  http://www.rinkworks.com/rinkchat/botimages/hon/male/hon_h8_hy_hy_km_kqsqkretknfp.jpg Likes:  - Lemonade - His Guitar -  Very High or Very Low Altitude Flying  - Tom and Jerry - Checkers - Radio Static Dislikes: - Canned Food - Rats - Humidity - Being forced into something - Having the flu Personality: He is a calm collected person, never seen publicly going to the extremes of emotion, always neutral or there about. He's not quick to judge people by their failures or problems, he's had more then his fair share of them. Humble, he is very humble, taking any praise with subdued thanks and never asks for what he knows he can't get. Even though he us willing to listen to advice that's not saying he will act on it, if it has something to do with his lifestyle he gets really defensive. Doesn't like reflecting on the past, he is usually tight lipped about and doesn't ask others about theirs. He's not really a problem solver, more of a head scratcher, he might give useful bits and bobs sometimes but otherwise he's not the sharpest knife in the jugglers act, just an average Joe. He is fairly 

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

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Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

"the fighth ith unnethethary!" he groaned in frustration, they could just load into the cart and get going, "we mutht leaf now!" He didn't want to fight off the hobgoblins, it was a waste of time and not worth the possible injuries. He marched over to Lily and was about to grab her by the shoulder when a rush of air went by the left side of his head, no one must have noticed it but Vis did, he recognized it, it was a crossbow bolt. "they're here!"

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Picking up his back pack and taking back his mothers drawing, Vis made his way to the carriage and deposited his bag in the back. "Efening Mith," he nodded to the Gwen, "are you old enough thoo be uthing a wagon?" he mused until Lammy came fluttering down with news of hobgoblins approaching. Opening up the back so the group could board, he stared at the direction Lam pointed to and rested his hand on the hilt of his rapier. "Lithle girl, geth intho the wagon. Lily you'll be the lasth thoo board, so will I." Vis stood around the cart, waiting for the others to get in before he did.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

"I think ith beauthiful," he said, looking between the drawing and the value creature, "I can'th really draw with any thkill." he said, watching her turn blank paper into art. Vis reached for his tattered left ear and gave it a scratch, it'd been acting up in recent days and was itching him more often. Lowering his hand, Vis loosened the scarf that was over his face a tad, finding it was getting a bit stuffy beneath the gray wool. Looking down at some of the tools she used to draw, Vis felt a little pang in his heart. He saw a stick of graphite and picked it up, turning it in his hands over and over, nor pushing to hard on it to diary his hands, "my muther had a penthil like thith," Vis mumbled, putting it back down, "she uth tho draw thoo." Pulling the encyclopedia from his bag, he flicked to the last page and pulled out a folded piece of paper, unfolding it he handed it to Erenah. It was a drawing of him and his father playing in their garden when he was a child, it was simply drawn, with smudging to add shading, it wasn't good but it wasn't talentless either.

The Dawn of Tomorrow's World(A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

Telegram to: The Ereatian Empire I would like to personally thank you for your cooperation with our delegation, and for the continued transparency you've shown about this issue. The Ventian people sympathize with your cause, we have had a turbulent past but those times are gone now and soon the issue of Colongo will pass.  As a token of gratitude for your continued openness, I am extending the hand of alliance to your nation, and will henceforth proclaim a guaranty that the Ventian people will stand by yours and support you in your efforts to make your nation a safer, better nation. And what I mean by that is, I have five thousand troops ready to be deployed into Colongo for policing, consider it a start to a long and fruitful friendship. Yours, HIM, SC, Tsar Voltus Ventus. Present Day, Frigerré, Northern Mining City. Felicity huffed a strand of hair from her face as she packed up her things. The conference had gone nowhere quick, she was surrounded by idiots who wouldn't know how to get something if it were handed to them, slipping the trade license into her briefcase she left the paper strewn room. Walking through the hallways she found that all of the delegations had left, that is until she walked into the main attrium and found the Ereatian representative, looking at some pieces of equipment that were on display, checking her watch Felicity found it was 12:30AM.  "Staying late are we?" she mused, she was about to leave but decided against, "I'm affraid I didn't see you at the meeting." she called from the other end of the atrium. Looking down at her watch she shrugged internally, 'got another half an hour before the airship gets here.' Approaching the Ereatian Felicty stood by them, "that's a blasting rig," she explained, looking at the scale model, "drills into a surface then lays dynamite."