Voltus_Ventus

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

(new first post) Howard stood in the store by a road side gas station, looking through boarded up windows, he noticed nothing. He edged away from the wooden planks and stood at the centre of the small convenience store. He slipped the scimitar out of it's sheathe and stood completely still, coaxing images of his old life, twirling and dodging and stabbing at his opponents, the crowds roaring and gasping in appreciation and shock. He commenced to follow through with his mental images swooping in wide arcs and dodging the invisible thrusts of enemies, not letting his injured right knee slow him down. He started to move faster each blow and thrust increasing in magnitude and passion. Suddenly he stopped, panting, he heard them. Two people walking, a conversation between them. Howard sheathed his sword and peered through the window, nail rifle in hand. He was right, two people a man and a young lady were walking down the road, the lady visibly shaken, the man seeming indifferent. Howard turned around and started to tiptoe away from the window when he stepped on can causing a loud crunching sound.
"oh f***"

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Voltus_Ventus said
Name: Howard Faux Age: 25Items: black trench coat, a navy blue turtle neck sweater, a pair of black trousers and black boots. An olive drab back pack (military style). Water canteen, a few morphine syringes for his knee, a pencil and black leather note book and a king king george bible.Weapons: a cobbled together rifle that fires nails and a scimitar he found in an old museum.Appearance: he is around 6'5" (2m) and has very white skin (on the verge of pale). He's got black hair that's slicked back and a pencil mustache. He is will built with toned powerful muscles, his body is crisscrossed with scars. Bio: He was in the Olympic fencing team, their star with the saber but one day during training an épée went through his face guard and his eye into his brain putting him in a coma 3 years before the apocalypse. when he woke up the hospital room was dark but the machines kept beeping and buzzing as usual but there was a noise missing. No people. He confined himself to the bed for 2 days before he decided to get up and go. When he made it to the reception of the hospital, still in his patient gown he saw a mass of people all in blue marching outside the hospital. So he clambered out through the door and called after them. They all turned around to see him and parted to reveal a man in a black trench coat who introduced himself as father and the people behind him his 'children', he took voltus under his wing and trained him back into full physical health. But one day there was an argument between father and one of the children and a coup ensued to try and topple father, voltus ultimately killed his 'brother' miles but sustained a knee injury that left him a with a permanent limp. Afterwards he was named heir to father's thrown and the Ventian Empire. He refused to accept the offer until the time was right and continued his work with Ventium as a long range scout.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Howard Faux = new name

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

And sorry about stupid last post on IC.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Hope you accept.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Name: Voltus Ventus
Age: 25
Items: black trench coat, a navy blue turtle neck sweater, a pair of black trousers and black boots. An olive drab back pack (military style). Water canteen, a few morphine syringes for his knee, a pencil and black leather note book and a king king george bible.
Weapons: a cobbled together rifle that fires nails and a scimitar he found in an old museum.
Appearance: he is around 6'5" (2m) and has very white skin (on the verge of pale). He's got black hair that's slicked back and a pencil mustache. He is will built with toned powerful muscles, his body is crisscrossed with scars. 
Bio: He was in the Olympic fencing team, their star with the saber but one day during training an épée went through his face guard and his eye into his brain putting him in a coma 3 years before the apocalypse. when he woke up the hospital room was dark but the machines kept beeping and buzzing as usual but there was a noise missing. No people. He confined himself to the bed for 2 days before he decided to get up and go. 
When he made it to the reception of the hospital, still in his patient gown he saw a mass of people all in blue marching outside the hospital. So he clambered out through the door and called after them. They all turned around to see him and parted to reveal a man in a black trench coat who introduced himself as father and the people behind him his 'children', he took voltus under his wing and trained him back into full physical health. But one day there was an argument between father and one of the children and a coup ensued to try and topple father, voltus ultimately killed his 'brother' miles but sustained a knee injury that left him a with a permanent limp. Afterwards he was named heir to father's thrown and the Ventian Empire. He refused to accept the offer until the time was right and continued his work with Ventium as a long range scout.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

(I hope you guys don't mind I've joined)

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Voltus stood on a ridge high above the two figures, watching them talk through the scope of his rifle, seeing the girl throw her arms around the man. The wind started to pick up and fluttered his black trenchcoat.
"Father must know about this" he mumbled to himself, getting off his kneeling position and on to his feet. He dusted off the desert sand from his black trousers and proceeded to walk. A slight limp was evident with every step of his left leg, the consequence of a hollow point to the knee he sustained battling his brother when he tried to over throw their father. Pushing these thoughts aside he continued to walk along the ridge until he came to a small cave entrance, he slipped himself through and followed the downward spiral of the metal staircase build in the interior of the cave to another small opening on the other side. He emerged at ground level and could hear distant speaking, so he crouched behind the foliage and saw the two figures he'd seen before walk down the road, he remained still and silent, waiting for them to pass. He suddenly froze, not out of fear of being caught by the two travelers but by what was behind him. Deep rumbling breaths emitted at his back accompanied by warm exhalations on his cheek. He turned around slowly to see the huge beast it's fiery eyes and long, sleek catlike body coated in gray fur. A beastial.
Before Voltus could react the giant feline pounced on him, sending them both flying through the bush he was squatting behind and onto the road infront of the two travellers. His hands were around it's neck forcing it's head and it's snarling jaws away from his terrified face, it's spittle launching itself from it's mouth onto his face and over his black hair. Voltus shoved his legs onto the beastial's torso and launched it over his head with all his force. It fell on to it's back with a massive thud, giving Voltus time to unsheathe his scimitar and slash it across it's neck. He stood over the dead beast panting, blood spraying from the slash across it's neck. He turned to the two travelers and said:
"hey"

Newly arrived.

I seem to have discovered this alien world, there are much opportunities to explore. Commander Voltus, out.