Damn it. You know me I like strange. And what I meant as weapons is what I meant was more like, little windup things that can send messages across the room. Or even be wind up bombs. But okay. weird.
Can I still have a clock maker?
Damn it. You know me I like strange. And what I meant as weapons is what I meant was more like, little windup things that can send messages across the room. Or even be wind up bombs. But okay. weird.
Can I still have a clock maker?
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Well weird is alright, just thought that it was a bit too much for this one.
Yeah that's alright
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Arg. *neck pop*
I think of something
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I like him Kris, accepted
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okay so...why am I posting a CS for an awesome post apocalyptic rp at six thirty in the morning on New Years Day?
RHETORICAL QUESTION TWISTEDMYTH!
RHETORICAL QUESTION!!
let me know if you want anything changed!
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Name: Bren
Title: Thunderclap
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Description
Bren towers over most men, his shoulders broad and the muscles on his arms thick he’s a bear of a man. He has shaggy unkempt brown hair and brown eyes. His weather beaten face bears many scars as does his body. He would never be called handsome in fact most would call him ugly, his face grimy and mouth gapped tooth after losing several teeth, his beard is untrimmed and streaked with bits of gray.
Personality
While violent and aggressive on the battlefield, Bren is mostly a calm man. He is quiet and contemplative, his large size ensuring that just a growl is able to deter would be agressors. He is blunt and unrefined, his years on the battlefield and on the street giving him a relatively simple world view. He is also prone to fits of melancholy especially when drunk.
Weapons
Bren’s primary weapon is an axe, which he has had for many years. He hardly uses anything else though occasionally while use his fists if cornered.
History
Bren grew up alone on the streets of the kingdom in the east. As he grew older he became a soldier fighting in the civil war. Eventually he became a mercenary hiring himself out to anyone with coin.
Renowned as a fighter of prowess he traveled far fighting battles in both the east and west. He always managed to survive, despite the enormous adversity in some of the battles. Fighting was all he knew, terrified of becoming old and useless He traveled to Homestead hoping to end his life on some impossible quest before his twilight years truly arrive.
Title History
As a young boy he was enamored with a architect and inventor, whom he considered to be almost a father figure for him. One day the inventor showed him his plans to make a machine that could fly. Bren’s thoughts soon began to fill with thoughts of flight, soaring through the air like the angels of old! Using the schematics of the inventor Bren built a flying machine of his own.
It took months but finally Bren strapped himself to his device and launched himself off the roof of the tallest building. For a few brief seconds he soared through the air…before crashing to the ground. The machine was utterly destroyed and Bren barely managed to stumble out of the wreckage with his life. The people were aghast seeing the strange machine that had fallen from the sky the sound it made as it landed hand been like a clap of thunder rumbling through the city.
Originally Posted by Kiall
I like him, Accepted
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Name: Ruby (?)
Title: The Golden Imp
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Description: Ruby is unusually short, standing only at 5’ 1’’ (though she may have rounded that number up). Her face is round and her body is pleasantly plump with curves, and her nose is large and pointed like an imp’s. Ruby keeps her blonde dishwater hair out of her face and in a messy bun at the base of her neck. She has dark gray eyes. She also loves wearing extravagant clothing, no matter how silly it may look charging into battle with a large plumage hat. She tries not to stay constantly dressed in one single way, and does her best to change things up and disguise herself when necessary.
Personality: Some would call Ruby a pathological liar, but Ruby would argue otherwise. She is well aware of the untruths she speaks and the tales she spins, and often says that she does so out of necessity, though sometimes it’s wise to lie if the truth is too boring. Ruby loves to spin a good yarn, but prefers to do so when there could be some benefit to herself. As such, Ruby is a con artist that makes her living off of tricking others. The more important the target, the more she gets her jollies. However, she hasn’t been able to aim high as of late, since word is getting around and she’s trying to remain as incognito as possible.
Weapons: Ruby wields a very expensive, and very stolen rapier. There’s a visible mark where Ruby tore off a rich man’s coat of arms symbol from its hilt. She tried to replace it with a ruby once but it fell off in the midst of battle. She’s not professionally trained with it, but has found a way to wield it effectively enough.
History: Many don’t believe her when she says she used to aspire to being a knight, but it is perhaps one of the most genuine things that Ruby could ever say. Ruby grew up a miller’s daughter, and though she was constantly spoiled by her family (or at least as spoiled as a poor family can afford), there was something romantic about being a defender of a kingdom that she couldn’t quite shake off. But the kingdoms were in such turmoil that it was almost impossible for a little thing like Ruby to even think about enlisting, lest she end up exiled in the west.
So she abandoned her dreams in favor of less appealing endeavors. In Ruby’s earlier years, she conned a very rich man named Grimwald into marrying her poor and uneducated sister by masquerading her as someone equally as rich and important. When the plan succeeded, Ruby stole heaps of Grimwald’s fortune along with the rapier he once used in his days as a knight. With this fortune, she made a living, using it to buy her more things with which to con people. She began changing her name constantly, so much that she sometimes forgets which name she’s using at a single moment. But she knows that if her real name were found attached to her, she could be easily be brought to justice.
Title History: Ruby has conned so many people and has changed her name so many times that she’s almost impossible to track. As such, her title is but a whisper of gossip floating on the lips of a few passer-bys, twisting into a variety of myths. The most popular one is the one that made the name stick, of a little shape-shifting imp that promises glory and gold only to steal right out from under one’s nose.
Her most successful con, however, was before she even began changing her name, in which she tricked Grimwald into marrying her sister and making off with mountains of gold. As such, Ruby makes sure that her true name is kept a secret, locked away in the confines of her own memories and the few living people who still exist to know it. If anyone were to find out her true identity, they could easily turn her over to the authorities, where the nobleman would seek his vengeance courtesy of the guillotine.
Last edited by Wattz; 01-02-2012 at 09:07 AM.
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Awesome, love it....accepted
Quite the bunch
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