Voltus_Ventus

Sci-Fi World-Building Interest Check (No RP)

Really, the way I see it is that a solar system should be drafted before anything else really. That way, we have a starting bed to build everything off of. And unfortunately it appears that my current world builder isn't going to last but at least I finished my part, I did the map.

Sci-Fi World-Building Interest Check (No RP)

Yup.

Businessmen & Briefcases

Yes!!!

Masks

Through out the entire event, Bart was plastered to the wall of the shack, panting but the more he listened to the grim reaper, the more he began to think that he might not kill him. Walking around the side of the dilapidated structure, he revealed himself to the sunlight that the wall was blocking. Squinting, he followed the reaper down, though waiting for him to reach the floor they were heading to, before noting the number down and pushing the corresponding button to that floor.  Whilst in the elevator, Bart slipped the mask on and instantly regretted it, all he could hear was shouting and arguing as Bartholemhew retook control of the body. Every soul in the mask was panicing or bickering about the reaper and the fact that Bart was stupid enough to get into the elevator but Bartholemhew stepped in before he could go brain deaf, "could you all please be quiet," he asked dryly, leaning against the elevator control planel by accident, "or I'll take this mask off and have that idiot Bart take the reins." a small 'hey!' of disapproval escaped his mouth as  Bart protested. After another moment of waiting, the elevator punted and the doors slid open with a smooth, 'whoosh'; he found himself looking into a rather shonkey looking waiting room filled with strangers, he gripped the cane handle firmly and walked to the opposite end of the room, away from the group of people and sat on a rather uncomfortable couch.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

Katya Maskirovka

"I'm like a chicken: Every time I blink I'm in a whole new world

Name: Katya Maskirovka 
Title: Gaunty, Donkey Lady, too be added...
Social Rank: Peasent
Job/Social Position: Seamstress/Leathersmith/Textiler
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: buzzle.com/img/articleImages/345876-5…
Personality:She is a fairly outgoing person when it comes to most things, just not people, one could call her an  awkward girl but she prefers to say she is socially challenged. Despite her gaunt face she is actually not a pessimistic person, she is just sickly but is still a fairly optimistic person, usually seen smiling to herself as if there is a joke only she knows. She has two passions in her life, being a seamstress and Danger Zone, her donkey, both very important to her. She to most people appears to be a simple woman but ain't stupid woman, she has all her wits about her and will not hesitate to show them, often snapping at people who make snide or rude comments about her. She can sometimes be seen staring into space blankly, just doing nothing, it's because she has a hard time concentrating on things she doesn't find interesting, like politics, or people... Having more of a preference to mumble to herself or talk to Danger Zone.

History: She was born in a small town far to the north of the imperial capital in the small town of Maskirov, it was quaint by all accounts, neatly organized cottages and buildings set up around a main square, everything covered in snow all year round, nestled in a valley surrounded by trees, what more could you want? Much more, the people of the fair town were bored, they woke, up they went to work, they came back and they slept, there was simply nothing else to do but then there was that weird girl, who never seemed to be bored, who never seemed to be tired of the scenery, as if after every blink she was in a whole new world, that girl was Katya. She lived with her grandmother through out her childhood and restless teenage years, helping her run her sewing business out of the first floor of their cottage, they were made fairly well off by there business but imperial taxes did knock them down a few pegs. When she was just becoming a little woman (her early teens) she was walking down one of the backroads of Moscovey carrying goods from the farmers market, it must have been a funny sight, a tiny twig of a girl carrying large bundles of vegetables in her arms, only the top of her head peaking out from behind the mountain of greens and trailing close behind her, eating the loose bits of veg that fell from the pile was a tiny, donkey baby, prancing along behind her, it's muzzle covered in dust from eating off the ground. When Katya got back home and put all the food on the kitchen table she turned around to see the tiny equine looking up at her expectantly, she pushed him out with a broom. But the donkey was stubborn, like a mule, so he stayed outside and waited to be let back in and that's when Katya grew her attachment to the little hoofed animal who would later be named Danger Zone. She moved from Maskirov around the time her grandmother past away, she found that there was nothing left for her there and that the business had died with her dear relative, she moved around small towns most often, usually alone and with the company of Danger Zone but soon she settled  by a magnificent keep, in the hope that it's occupants would see her humble work and employ her to make their gowns and dresses.

Skills: Her occupations, Handling large animals, singing, too be added.

Dreams:
-To get enough money to have a separate shop and home.
-To have her patents move from Muscovy to move to the town so they could be closer.
-To get Danger Zone to live forever.
-To be able to afford real gold thread.

Fears: 
-To lose Danger Zone.
-Public speaking.
-Confrontation.
-Big imposing people.
-Losing her business.
-Be booted from town.

Favored Equipment: The clothes from the picture, Jangly tool belt with all her sewing and leatherworking tools and a large pair of iron table shears she carrys at her hip.

Extra: She has a donkey...

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

I think you and me roleplayed together before. Either that or we talked in the iRC sometimes...

@Partisan

Odds are yes, we have probably RPed in the past. You and me You and I

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

That all depends on how the plot unfolds, I'm trying for a conservative character trying to get by but is interrupted by politics and unrest, and again the rear depends on how the or unfolds but rest assure I will make her fit. And sorry about the Muscovy thing, I'll fix it.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

Katya Maskirovka

"I'm like a chicken: Every time I blink I'm in a whole new world

Name: Katya Maskirovka  Title: Gaunty, Donkey Lady, too be added... Social Rank: Peasent Job/Social Position: Seamstress/Leathersmith/Textiler Age: 26 Gender: Female Appearance: http://www.buzzle.com/img/articleImages/345876-5626-12.jpg Personality:She is a fairly outgoing person when it comes to most things, just not people, one could call her an  awkward girl but she prefers to say she is socially challenged. Despite her gaunt face she is actually not a pessimistic person, she is just sickly but is still a fairly optimistic person, usually seen smiling to herself as if there is a joke only she knows. She has two passions in her life, being a seamstress and Danger Zone, her donkey, both very important to her. She to most people appears to be a simple woman but ain't stupid woman, she has all her wits about her and will not hesitate to show them, often snapping at people who make snide or rude comments about her. She can sometimes be seen staring into space blankly, just doing nothing, it's because she has a hard time concentrating on things she doesn't find interesting, like politics, or people... Having more of a preference to mumble to herself or talk to Danger Zone. History: She was born in a small town far to the north of the imperial capital in the small town of Maskirov, it was quaint by all accounts, neatly organized cottages and buildings set up around a main square, everything covered in snow all year round, nestled in a valley surrounded by trees, what more could you want? Much more, the people of the fair town were bored, they woke, up they went to work, they came back and they slept, there was simply nothing else to do but then there was that weird girl, who never seemed to be bored, who never seemed to be tired of the scenery, as if after every blink she was in a whole new world, that girl was Katya. She lived with her grandmother through out her childhood and restless teenage years, helping her run her sewing business out of the first floor of their cottage, they were made fairly well off by there business but imperial taxes did knock them down a few pegs. When she was just becoming a little woman (her early teens) she was walking down one of the backroads of Moscovey carrying goods from the farmers market, it must have been a funny sight, a tiny twig of a girl carrying large bundles of vegetables in her arms, only the top of her head peaking out from behind the mountain of greens and trailing close behind her, eating the loose bits of veg that fell from the pile was a tiny, donkey baby, prancing along behind her, it's muzzle covered in dust from eating off the ground. When Katya got back home and put all the food on the kitchen table she turned around to see the tiny equine looking up at her expectantly, she pushed him out with a broom. But the donkey was stubborn, like a mule, so he stayed outside and waited to be let back in and that's when Katya grew her attachment to the little hoofed animal who would later be named Danger Zone. Skills: Her occupations, Handling large animals, singing, too be added. Dreams: -To get enough money to have a separate shop and home. -To have her patents move from Muscovy to move to the town so they could be closer. -To get Danger Zone to live forever. -To be able to afford real gold thread. Fears:  -To lose Danger Zone. -Public speaking. -Confrontation. -Big imposing people. -Losing her business. -Be booted from town. Favored Equipment: The clothes from the picture, Jangly tool belt with all her sewing and leatherworking tools and a large pair of iron table shears she carrys at her hip. Extra: She has a donkey...

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

Yeah!

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

hey, I'm really interested in this but do I have to play as a warrior or mercenary? I have a character I've been dying to use.