Warrior in the Shadows

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

Not much I could post, but hopefully it keeps it going.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

Hugh smiled as he enjoyed conversation with the rest of the group. His smile faded quickly as he heard voices in the distance. He began to survey the road up ahead for movement and the source of the voices, but he would not get sight until they passed this corner and got further into the open.

"Everyone should hush about now." He spoke up."If these roads are as dangerous as they say, perhaps we should all get off the road." He dismounted from his horse, his dismount much more quiet from his usual loud thump when hitting the ground.

Day Z: Welcome to the Appocalypse (Zombie Survival RP)

Image of Character:
Name: Otis Yates
Nickname: Oats
Gender: Male
Age: 23

Weapons:
Charter Arms Mag Pug(chambered in .357 magnum),


Marlin Model 1894(chambered in .357 magnum


And a Mossberg 500 Cruiser, which he takes apart and keeps in his backpack and only has five shells for it.


Plus a Ka-Bar knife.

Equipment:
ALICE pack
Two bandoleers for .357 magnum rounds
Small First Aid kit
Old Army Mess Kit
Extra warm clothes, socks, and underwear
Back holster for pistol
Extra pair of combat boots
Extra ammo
Fire making tools(flint and steel)
Two Camel Pack bladders
Three ammo pouches attached to a belt

Clothing:
Long sleeve gray shirt, 50% wool, 50%cotton.
Black BDU coat,
Black BDU pants,
Brown Keffiyeh Shemagh,
Green wool jeep cap,
Tan Temperate Weather Combat boots
Black belt
Brown work gloves

Personal Item(s): Military ID and Military ID Tags(dog tags)

Bio: He joined the Michigan National Guard when he was 17 years old. He loved everything about the Army, but he regretted not choosing Active Duty Army, as he had to get a civilian job, that job being a warehouse worker. He is an 11B Infantryman, having one deployment under his belt, to Afghanistan, and got a slew of experience from his deployment. He was made a sergeant E-5 after his first four years of service, after several other sergeants left his Unit and some spots opened up. He was attempting to earn a slot in more advanced training, such as Airborne, before the outbreak happened. He lived too far from his unit to report and is now considered missing in action.

His family is now living with relatives in the south, having escaped early on. Otis, however, found himself in Canada, after he tried to find a National Guard Unit in Detroit. After that, he kept heading east with the hopes of finding his way to safety. He has traveled by foot and by car for miles upon miles, crossing into Canada via the Ambassador bridge.

Relationship Status: Single

Other: "I wish I could introduce myself, but I don't remember my name anymore. I mean, I think it started with an 'r' but that's all I have left. I can't remember my name, or my parents, or my job... although my hoodie would suggest I was unemployed."

Alright, let's see if I can join in and help keep this good looking RP rolling.

Post-Apocalyptic Ice Age

Interested, I love Ice Age post-apocalypse.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

I'm still here.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

So who's next? We gotta keep this RP going, or everyone will assume it's dead and won't post.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

Cruse looked around the camp, not really intimidated or surprised about going on the mission. He had become at ease with putting himself in harms way, as it became a part of his life for so long. He spotted Lazarus looking a slight bit miserable, or so he perceived him to be. The old man didn't always look to be the most chipper in the world. No surprise. He had been through a lot more than Cruse had been through, as he had lived longer, and even though the man didn't have the experiences Cruse had, he still earned his respect.

Cruse had learned to respect those who were barred from going on the front lines. He wondered if Lazarus might want to join them on the mission. Cruse called out to, suddenly "Hey Lazarus, I'll try to bring you back a firearm you can use! If I get lucky, I can get you a 10/22 Ruger! Hell, if I don't find that, I'll bring you the nicest .22LR I can find!" The Ruger 10/22 was probably one of the most popular semi-auto .22LRs back in the day. The old man would have no trouble using it, with it having such a light kick. However, having the gun wouldn't be so great without some good 25 round magazines. The best ones were the Ruger BX-25s.

Cruse was usually up for, even just attempting, cheering someone up. Morale needed improvement constantly. Even him, with a serious chip on his shoulder on good training, would stop to try and stay positive. Having fun was one of the best things for morale. Cruse also had another plan for the kids that would cheer them up. He was looking specifically for a soccer ball. Some of the children had been pestering him to find them one, and he was just the man to be suckered in to doing it. It wouldn't be a problem for him. He just had to keep focus on the true purpose of the mission, even if it meant disappointing some people when he got back. Coming back alive, with supplies, was better than dying while trying to find something that was not a necessity to survival.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

Hugh was happy to hear confirmation of another drinker in his midst, even if it was wine instead of whiskey. Hugh always enjoyed strong alcoholic beverages the most, but would still enjoy the sweet ones. "All I have is one bottle of whiskey with me. Wine will be an excellent supplement." He said, surprisingly jovial. "Then this evening, we enjoy some wine!" He ended. This elf was probably older than Hugh by hundreds of years, and hopefully the elf hadn't grown a large tolerance for all drinking, because Hugh would surely challenge him to a drinking competition some day. Hugh had only won to a few younger dwarfs in drinking competitions(usually losing to dwarfs), but hadn't versed many elven kind, and those he had could not hold their liquor well at all, but this new friend in drinking looked like a true drinker.

"I think we may also require some good food to drink it with! Any good cooks among this party?!" He spoke up.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

"No objections." Came Hugh. "Let's go." With that the barbarian of a man swung himself into the saddle of his large horse. He steered the reins to point in the direction of the north road. He caught Icies neat comment, that went like "This? Seriously this lot is the best we could get?"

In his younger days, he probably would have responded with a simple shut the fuck up, but caring about these kinds of things was no longer his fashion. Now, it was time to head out. There was one thing pressing on his mind, though. "So does anyone else have whiskey?" He spoke up.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

The sound of the pot being smacked a few times cut through the silence, but only minimally. It was always important to maintain light and noise discipline in this small group of survivors, and Connor at least had this training ingrained into him, which was congratulated by silence from Cruse. Cyrek Krusek, as his full name went, was never one to speak too loudly of his complaints, unless it was putting someone else in their place for complaining. He was never one to brag or congratulate people profusely. He was a great embodiment of the quiet professional that the military prized so much. It was unfortunate that he left, as he was being considered for more advanced training, in the forms of earning a commission and Special Operation Forces. But, he decided to leave for a PMC job with the hopes of getting better pay.

Cruse had been instructing a few of the children with firearms. He enjoyed training people, though sometimes frustrated if someone could not do something correctly. He still enjoyed teaching other people something that had been a large part of his life for so long and nowadays, remained so. It was also essential for defending Redwood. Cruse was also surprisingly good with kids. He had not always been so, but in his deployments he had been around a lot of children and found himself doing babysitting duty. He even went and took care of kids and mothers at those support groups for military families with deployed service members. As cold and highly trained a fighter as he was, that was not all there always was to military service, and he gained rank for many reasons, one of them being his volunteer work for the family support groups.

He respected many of the elder, but he was not one to like officers or politicians. Politicians were mostly despised by him. As much as he didn't like officers, he disliked insurgents and disloyal degenerates far more. He might have been known for hating officers, but he would never be known for being disloyal. He would respect Connor as his leader, but would always make sure he was aware of the large difference in training between the two.

Cruse assembled up with the rest, assuring the children that he would be back to finish their lessons and make sure they were good with firearms. He walked up to the group and presented himself in the large space between Durrell and some of the other members. Cruse spotted a young man on guard duty vacating his post to pay more attention to Connor's assembly. Cruse's response was quick as he captured the young man's attention, and gave furious hand signals for him to keep focus on his duty. Somehow, it worked and the young man was back to focusing on his duty and Cruse was back to waiting for everyone to gather around, so Connor could give the briefing.