The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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((They're willingly helping Aatos. If they weren't, and they aren't 'protected' by Ricardia(sp.) they'd have turned into one of the monster-people. I think either could be possible, though. I dunno. Ask Chris for more details. The second one, I think they can deal with water. Again, if you want more detail, ask Chris.
Sorry if you wanted Chris to answer. x3
On another note..Is..Is this dead? It's been 2 days since the last IC post, and I know that isn't long, buht..))
((I'm just waiting for Willow or Chris to respond to what Ronin did.))
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
There Zachary was, fighting for his life. There was a person running at him with a knife, probably the same person who threw a knife at him and perhaps the same person who made a boulder take flight. He was terrified, he doubted that he could outrun this person as they had managed to overtake him to appear in front of him. And he was tired from running. There was only one option left, fight.
He was unsure if his previous attack did any damage. He could try another electrical attack but his fatigue was startng to get to him. He needed rest, not someone attacking him. He hoped that he could do something to deter them, something to stop their assault. He began charging up another electrical attack, wincing slightly as it sapped at his remaining strength. It was the only thing he could think to do.
Suddenly, someone appeared from out of the trees. Zachary wasn't sure if he was doomed or saved. He didn't know who to trust since the corruption attacked the caravans. Zarchary was stunned, he could only watch as the newcomer arrived. But then something happened, something that made Zachary smiled. The newcomer was on his side. They charged towards his enemy at amazing speeds before launching fire at the attacker.
Zachary was glad that they appeared to help him, glad that his life was saved. But he wasn't going to let them take on the attacker all by themselves, Zachary had already charged up an attack. He was going to help, he reached forward and electricity flowed from his arm and through the air as a lightning bolt. He could onty hope that the combined attacks would deter the attacker.
((Quick question: Would anybody who was a partof this RP be opposed to starting from where we left off? I had to leave the forums for a while due to time constraints but with summer and such I have tons of free time, so just let me know.))
Appearance: He has long flowing blonde hair, green eyes, and he is short and thin. Timothy wears a short-sleeved green shirt, black trousers, and brown shoes. He also has a bracelet of rope around his wrist from his father's workshop.
Citizen, Survivor, or Corrupt: Citizen
Personality: Tim is completely focused on other people and would do anything to protect them. He is a very energetic person and barely needs any sleep to keep on going.
Ability/Abilities: A force field with a spherical radius of 10 feet that allies can enter inside of and be held for five minutes at an absolute max but would make Tim fall unconscious for an indeterminable amount of time.
Starting Inventory: A worthless coin that he keeps for a reason he can't explain, a slingshot, some small rocks, and a dull shortsword in a sheathe on his belt.
Backstory: Timothy worked with his widower father at the blacksmith in Ruxanthal making tools for everything you can imagine. Tim's father tried to stop him from hearing about the corruption of the world because he wanted to make him feel safe. When Tim found out he immediately started to make a sword for himself to protect his town. He was terrible at metalworking so it came out mediocre, but he was fine with it. Tim would not let anything try and hurt his friends.
Other: He wants to be better at forging weapons than he is.
((Quick question: Would anybody who was a partof this RP be opposed to starting from where we left off? I had to leave the forums for a while due to time constraints but with summer and such I have tons of free time, so just let me know.))
((They're willingly helping Aatos. If they weren't, and they aren't 'protected' by Ricardia(sp.) they'd have turned into one of the monster-people. I think either could be possible, though. I dunno. Ask Chris for more details. The second one, I think they can deal with water. Again, if you want more detail, ask Chris.
Sorry if you wanted Chris to answer. x3
On another note..Is..Is this dead? It's been 2 days since the last IC post, and I know that isn't long, buht..))
((Er, I usually wait for everyone first, then react. So yeah.))
Believe in the me who believes in the you.
You've found my secret. Have a cookie!
((I'm just waiting for Willow or Chris to respond to what Ronin did.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
There Zachary was, fighting for his life. There was a person running at him with a knife, probably the same person who threw a knife at him and perhaps the same person who made a boulder take flight. He was terrified, he doubted that he could outrun this person as they had managed to overtake him to appear in front of him. And he was tired from running. There was only one option left, fight.
He was unsure if his previous attack did any damage. He could try another electrical attack but his fatigue was startng to get to him. He needed rest, not someone attacking him. He hoped that he could do something to deter them, something to stop their assault. He began charging up another electrical attack, wincing slightly as it sapped at his remaining strength. It was the only thing he could think to do.
Suddenly, someone appeared from out of the trees. Zachary wasn't sure if he was doomed or saved. He didn't know who to trust since the corruption attacked the caravans. Zarchary was stunned, he could only watch as the newcomer arrived. But then something happened, something that made Zachary smiled. The newcomer was on his side. They charged towards his enemy at amazing speeds before launching fire at the attacker.
Zachary was glad that they appeared to help him, glad that his life was saved. But he wasn't going to let them take on the attacker all by themselves, Zachary had already charged up an attack. He was going to help, he reached forward and electricity flowed from his arm and through the air as a lightning bolt. He could onty hope that the combined attacks would deter the attacker.
((Quick question: Would anybody who was a partof this RP be opposed to starting from where we left off? I had to leave the forums for a while due to time constraints but with summer and such I have tons of free time, so just let me know.))
((I'd be willing to continue! I get out of school tomorrow, so..Yeah! I do have camp, but that's only a few hours on weekdays.))
Name: Timothy Faulker
Gender: Male
Age: (17)
Appearance: He has long flowing blonde hair, green eyes, and he is short and thin. Timothy wears a short-sleeved green shirt, black trousers, and brown shoes. He also has a bracelet of rope around his wrist from his father's workshop.
Citizen, Survivor, or Corrupt: Citizen
Personality: Tim is completely focused on other people and would do anything to protect them. He is a very energetic person and barely needs any sleep to keep on going.
Ability/Abilities: A force field with a spherical radius of 10 feet that allies can enter inside of and be held for five minutes at an absolute max but would make Tim fall unconscious for an indeterminable amount of time.
Starting Inventory: A worthless coin that he keeps for a reason he can't explain, a slingshot, some small rocks, and a dull shortsword in a sheathe on his belt.
Backstory: Timothy worked with his widower father at the blacksmith in Ruxanthal making tools for everything you can imagine. Tim's father tried to stop him from hearing about the corruption of the world because he wanted to make him feel safe. When Tim found out he immediately started to make a sword for himself to protect his town. He was terrible at metalworking so it came out mediocre, but he was fine with it. Tim would not let anything try and hurt his friends.
Other: He wants to be better at forging weapons than he is.
(I could be a Survivor if there can't be any more Citizens.)
((I would be willing to continue this roleplay))