Voltus_Ventus

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

$7.50 enough?

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Do I need more money?

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Name: Peter Van Drexler
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Not sexual at all, Asexual you can say... For now, ever since his childhood at the camps he's never been attracted to anything, he'd feel a sense of great attachment but he just couldn't fall in love, he thought he was weird, but sometimes: what doesn't effect you, doesn't hurt you.
Appearance:

(his hair is bright white, Evangeline loved to dye his hair different colors like she did with hers, the last color she dyed his hair was white and so he keeps it that way to remember her.)
Mutations: Can change his voice to mimic any other (ie. Woman, robot, raspy), he obtained this mutation at a around 2 or three when clean milk was rare and only radioactive stuff remained, so he was fed this milk and it messed around with his vocals and allowed him to change the way he spoke. He learnt that this advantage was very useful.
Weapons:
 A trusty old 1911 .45 he bought off a scavenger years ago and as his melee (or rather unarmed) a pair of sturdy brass nuckles which were given to him by his raider 'mother'.
Gear (within satchel): 
A compass, maps, bedrole, 28 preloaded rounds of ammo (.45), pencil, sharpener, little black book, a king james bible (one thing that Evangeline kept referring to was the bible, the other was dance), Geiger counter, binoculars, 5x morphine auto-injectors, a pair of tap shoes and $7.50.
Faction: none at the moment.
Currency: $7.50
Brief history:
Peter, he is simple guy. Doesn't like to talk much, but when he does he has something important to say. He was born on a caravan heading west, and was raised there for six months before raiders hit it. Killing every one, exept Peter that is, he was found by a female raider, the name still rings in his ears after all this time, Evangeline. She taught him to read, to write, to live, to worship and most importantly to him, to dance. He'd tap all night trying to get the steps right. And one day he got it, but it was not the happy day he expected, a group of vigilantes raided the camp-out killing everyone, he managed to get away but only by letting her die. He roamed the wastes for years after that, living in depression and misery taking up morphine to dull the pains in his mind, he wasn't a bad guy to talk to just, really quiet, he'd listen, he'd nod, he'd smile weakly but wouldn't say much. 
However one day his whole life turned upside down, he was wandering the streets of a long decayed city, when he stumbled across a boutique, it was night and the wind was biting him through his countless layers of clothes, so he entered. He dud what every good waster would do: loot. He searched every cupboard and every drawer and all he found was a broacher, a life changing broacher. He read through it and a smile slowly crept along his face, it read: 'Broadway, home of the tap.',
He pulled his maps and charts and his smile disintegrated, broadway was forever and a day away but he was not going to give up, he was going to get to broadway and he was going to preform on that stage, and he was going to make Evangeline 
proud.
His journey sent him across the world within his charts and maps, marking new found place after place, spreading the word of his bible to the poor and the savage of the parts if the wastes he's explored, he didn't mean to be a preacher or a missionary but somehow the way he can speak to people just makes him seem trusting, which he is. Most of the time.

(new character sheet, hopefully less bare)

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

So will you accept my character.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Is my character accepted?

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Thank you my friend! I do not understand the wacky code below.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Appearance (in case the other doesn't work):
http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/359/d/3/post_apocalyptic___wasteland_survivor_by_ekiriam-d5p43po.jpg

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Appearance (in case the other doesn't work):
http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/359/d/3/post_apocalyptic___wasteland_survivor_by_ekiriam-d5p43po.jpg

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Name: Peter Van Drexler
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Not sexual at all, Asexual you can say... For now.
Appearance:

(his hair is bright white)
Mutations: Can change his voice to mimic any other (ie. Woman, robot, raspy)
Weapons: A 4x scoped (t)rusty old Lee-Enfeild rifle he bought off a scavenger years ago and as his melee (or rather unarmed) a pair of sturdy brass nuckles.
Gear (within satchel): A compass, maps, bedrole, 45 rounds of ammo (.303), pencil, sharpener, little black book, a king james bible, Geiger counter, binoculars, 5x morphine auto-injectors, a pair of tap shoes and $7.50.
Faction: none at the moment.
Currency: $7.50
Brief history: Peter, he is simple guy. Doesn't like to talk much, but when he does he has something important to say. He was born on a caravan heading west, and was raised there for six months before raiders hit it. Killing every one, exept Peter that is, he was found by a female raider, the name still rings in his ears after all this time, Evangeline. She taught him to read, to write, to live, to worship and most importantly to him, to dance. He'd tap all night trying to get the steps right. And one day he got it, but it was not the happy day he expected, a group of vigilantes raided the camp-out killing everyone, he managed to get away but only by letting her die. He roamed the wastes for years after that, living in depression and misery taking up morphine to dull the pains in his mind, he wasn't a bad guy to talk to just, really quiet, he'd listen, he'd nod, he'd smile weakly but wouldn't say much.

Blood Diamonds: Oranges and Ice

The RP is set in 2041, forgot to add that in.