Voltus_Ventus

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

I don't have tanks, airplanes, or a vast navy. Just badass special units.

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

Please! The headhunters would out do your Schwarze garde.

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

Give me the word Milkman, and I'll crush the rioteers with Ventian Mechanized Cavalry.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

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:  - Trying to draw circles without circle drawing tools. - His Guitar -  Very High or Very Low Altitude Flying  - Navigation by star - 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 approachable, as in he won't bite (well it depend on who the person is) but better not catch him in a bad mood. Personal History:--- Personal Weapons, Misc Gear: -9A91 9mm Compact Assault Rifle. -Battle Hatchet. - White noise generator.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Vis went over to where he discarded the harpoon and picked it up, slinging it over his good shoulder so he could hold it with in one arm. Looking at the paladin with mock incredulity, he said, "I would like you thoo know thath thith ith a prethithion fighthing weapon." he pretended as if he couldn't hear his terrible lisping and and climbed in, holding his spear horizontally so he could get inside. He sat in front of the deva, and raised his eye brows, "heard Devath live forefer, thath thrue?"

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

Vis smirked under his scarf, "The call of Danger and Adventure ith noth so eathily rethithted." He cursed at himself under his breath, he had to teach himself how to talk without his 's' turning to 'th's or he'd probably just stop talking all together. "how abouth you?" he asked, "whath's a Deva doing outh and abouth in the Moors?" he leaned against the carriage and regretted his decision whincing and sitting standing back up, his back inflamed in stinging pain. He looked at the deva and played off the pain, adjusting his scarf as he waited for her to reply.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

"I think I'll be fine," he stated simply, turning to face the tall, blue Deva, "though I do apprethiathe the offer." he fastened the sheath of his rapier to his waist and lugged his bad up and into his shoulder, sucking air in through his teeth as the bag knocked into his laceration. It was going to he fine, he was sure of it but it didn't mean it would hurt less. "thome fighth huh?" he asked, trying to make conversation with the deva he felt comfortable with. He adjusted his scar as he did, tightening it so it wouldn't fall.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

"I think ith would be wither if there wath thomeone with more ranged abilithy riding on the carriage," he commented, slipping his white shirt on, as the fabric brushed against his newly stitched wound he gave a small gasp of pain. He hoped that it would get better soon but without any slaves or potions it would be tough going. Pulling the shirt over the wound and hiding it, he looked around at the group, it had suddenly dawned on him how strange they all were, looking between them all, he rolled his eyes. When his eyes went over Nyshara and the floating symbols on her head, his green eye stung with pain and as he looked away it stopped. 'how peculiar,'

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

Bump lump!

A mask worn too long

I'll do this.