Name: Argol Kormorrik
Age: 35
Race: Saurian (Dinosaur-man)
Personality: To swear utter loyalty to the Venerable Cathedral of Sauria, not just in words, but in complete heart, body, mind and soul is one of the greatest honours one can achieve, to be proclaimed it's defender, a great honour indeed. All actions that Argol takes are with the good of the church and his people in mind, though his ignorance to all else could very well be his downfall. Argol is a quick decision maker, usually correct when it comes to games of strategy, though usually wrong in all else.
Skills: Argol was trained to become a defender of the Faith by the greatest fighters and tomekeepers ever known to the Saurians, giving him great knowledge in the arts of literature and the skills of fighting.
Bio: As a young strippling, Argol lived alone in the forest, abandoned long ago by a poor mother who could not care for him and an abusive father who didn't care for him. He was left for death's cold skeletal hands, but the warm ones of tribalized Saurians living on the island found him first. For the first sixteen years of his life, he trained with them to become an agile brute, quite able with the ways of the hammer and sword. It was on his sixteenth year, barely into the first month when grand Saurians that came from the Cathedral had found him, and lost one of their number to him, but was able to have a quick assesment of his skills. His prowness in combat was great, and Argol was soon sent to the Cathedral itself to train under the greatest fighters and tomekeepers known to the Saurians that were still alive. On his thirtieth year, Argol was finally a full fledged defender of the Faith, of the Venerable Cathedral of Sauria. In the five years of his service, he rose above others to head a troope of his own as a commander of several different strike forces, being known to his enemies as "The Clawed Captain". When the meteor struck, and the Cathedral fell, however, he still believed in the faith, though so manty abandoned it, even a majority of those who swore to defend it. He was seperated form the few that stood with him once everyone was rounded into containment chambres underground, despite his pleas.
Appearance: Argol has the face like that of a Tyranosaurus or any other large predator, big, stocky and with a reasonably large snout and razor-sharp teeth. What seperates him apart is that he is scale-less, naked, bare and his skin is a bright blue. Argol's rather muscular, and his chest isn't softer thn the rest of his body. His legs are seperated into four lim quadrants with three large, deadly clawed toes and a hind toe for balance. He wears padded, light alloy armour meant to shake off most blows from fists and blades, as well as being able to withstand small arms fire and arrows. He has no headwear.
Equipment: Large, ornamental Sledge hammer, Rune-Covered Axe, Shovel, all made from top grade steel. Fine Rope, Bow and Arrows (not very proficient with them) b(00)bs
((Quick explanation on the Cathedral and the Saurian Order: An order much like a mixture of Al Quaeda and the Roman Catholic Church, well spread out and thriving, secretly eliminating it's enemies with protection from the government. (If the Government didn't comply, it would spread terror amongst it's citizens.) Saurians know of this, though none have ever told anyone outside their race.))
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"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
[Zombie apocalypse. Why didn't he say that from the start? Alright alright. I got it now, kinda... Yea, Pie, you need to try painting a more clear picture from the start man. No offense meant.]
"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
((WOW!I was just thinking that,but no. In Fallout,the disaster is gone but the radiation,lives on. This is much worse. The disasters are still going on,and we will go into contact with them. In this,there is no way to stop the disasters...or is there?))
Name: Scott Grandtree (Yes, it is my universal name but the character always changes)
Age: 28
Race: Human (Are there other races???)
Personality: Cocky and headstrong.
Skills:(Cooking,fighting,mechanical,etc.) Great at combat.
Bio: Served in the army before the war as a lieutenant. Not much of a talker, has seen some awful things but never talks about them, and if he does he jokes and pretends it never bothered him. His parents always fought and he grew up in a bad neighborhood. The army straightened him up and gave him somewhere to vent his anger. He is actually very intelligent, but at his school the kids made fun of the smart kids, so though he studied he tried to hide it, which held him back from truly learning. He really liked math, and regrets not studying it further than his high school education allowed.
Appearance: Very hygenic. Short hair that has been growing out from when he had a shaved head. Army fatigues with a few medals, none too important but they do show he has war experiences. Tough leather boots that are almost always shined bright.
Equipment: A razor, shaving cream, a comb, shoe shiner, a rag, a combat knifes he snuck in, a book that has no title on it's cover, a watch and his wallet.
Name: Scott Grandtree (Yes, it is my universal name but the character always changes)
Age: 28
Race: Human (Are there other races???)
Personality: Cocky and headstrong.
Skills:(Cooking,fighting,mechanical,etc.) Great at combat.
Bio: Served in the army before the war as a lieutenant. Not much of a talker, has seen some awful things but never talks about them, and if he does he jokes and pretends it never bothered him. His parents always fought and he grew up in a bad neighborhood. The army straightened him up and gave him somewhere to vent his anger. He is actually very intelligent, but at his school the kids made fun of the smart kids, so though he studied he tried to hide it, which held him back from truly learning. He really liked math, and regrets not studying it further than his high school education allowed.
Appearance: Very hygenic. Short hair that has been growing out from when he had a shaved head. Army fatigues with a few medals, none too important but they do show he has war experiences. Tough leather boots that are almost always shined bright.
Equipment: A razor, shaving cream, a comb, shoe shiner, a rag, a combat knifes he snuck in, a book that has no title on it's cover, a watch and his wallet.
((There were other races. I said how to do them in the OP. Also,you do realize that we are starting off in a building underground right? By the way,do you want to be a mod?))
The main race is human. But,if you want to make another race,you need to come up with a reasonable explanation of why you were raised in the vault or how you got there.
Name: Erik Turntrout the third(spelt this way on purpose)
Age:21
Race: Human
Personality: Smug
Skills: Fighting (drunken boxing)
Bio: Once a victim of bullying, Erik took up boxing. Erik became very good at boxing, beating the bullies at their own game, by sending them flying into the walls. As Erik grew, he became better and better at boxing, until he became the master of unarmed fighting in the area. Erik graduated from school with honours, not that it would help him in the future. Erik, now 21 years old, still fights people everyday, that is, before the meteor hit. now, he just tries to survive.
Appearance:Red hair, green eyes, Caucasian skin, chewed fingernails, average height, average build, satisfied smirk.
Equipment: iron dagger, chunk of wood (small), bottle of water, chunk of bread, one pork chop, and one utility belt.
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you can't deny that the creeper wants a hug! I mean, look at him! he is so... umm... alive?
"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
((@Snerus,I like your app,very good. I LOLED at the way you said b(00)bs. Accepted and we have one more open mod position. Would you like to be a mod?))
((@Coward,Drunken Boxing? Really? No,re-do it and change that Drunken Boxing stuff. *Shivers From Weirdness Of Drunken Boxing*
((I would like to be a moderator, yes, thank you.))
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"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
((@Snerus Good,I will add you to the member list.))
((@HugTheZombies,*Claps* Very good. Accepted for sure.))
((I am going to start this now. That way we have more time to set up our characters and set up a story. Since we are in an underground bunker,we are not going anywhere! Make sure no one try's to escape the bunker yet. We will wait until quite a few people joined. Also,I will be playing as the "watcher" until we escape.Ready.Set,RP!Wow,I just realized how nerdy that sounded.))
((Feel free to post,I have to make my app. For now just do character interaction.))
((Unfortunately you'll be missing a moderator for a lilttle bit. Be back as soon as I can. (Within a week) ))
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"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
((@Snerus,I like your app,very good. I LOLED at the way you said b(00)bs. Accepted and we have one more open mod position. Would you like to be a mod?))
((@Coward,Drunken Boxing? Really? No,re-do it and change that Drunken Boxing stuff. *Shivers From Weirdness Of Drunken Boxing*
((what problem do you have with drunken boxing?))
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you can't deny that the creeper wants a hug! I mean, look at him! he is so... umm... alive?
((@Snerus,I like your app,very good. I LOLED at the way you said b(00)bs. Accepted and we have one more open mod position. Would you like to be a mod?))
((@Coward,Drunken Boxing? Really? No,re-do it and change that Drunken Boxing stuff. *Shivers From Weirdness Of Drunken Boxing*
((what problem do you have with drunken boxing?))
((I don't want you acting all drunk while we are role-playing. This is a serious RP. But,you are lucky,I am being nice. If GrandTree agrees that you can have drunken boxing then, let it be. (Hehe random Beatles joke.) (Also,GrandTree,please tell me what you think. But for now I will start.))
Jonah woke up in the morning and got up off of his bed. The only way he knew it was morning was because of clock. Otherwise,he would have no idea;for there are no windows in a bunker. Jonah stretched and walked up to his personal intercom system. He pressed the red button a control panel popped up with a keypad. It said to enter the name of the person who you would like to communicate with. Jonah typed in, "Scott Grandtree". The monitor froze for a moment then said,"Connecting with Scott in 3...2...1..." A buzzer went off indicating that he was in contact with Scott at his room. Jonah cleared his throat and said,"Hello,Scott.Meet me at my room in five minutes. I have to talk to you. Jonah waited for a response.
Name: Argol Kormorrik
Age: 35
Race: Saurian (Dinosaur-man)
Personality: To swear utter loyalty to the Venerable Cathedral of Sauria, not just in words, but in complete heart, body, mind and soul is one of the greatest honours one can achieve, to be proclaimed it's defender, a great honour indeed. All actions that Argol takes are with the good of the church and his people in mind, though his ignorance to all else could very well be his downfall. Argol is a quick decision maker, usually correct when it comes to games of strategy, though usually wrong in all else.
Skills: Argol was trained to become a defender of the Faith by the greatest fighters and tomekeepers ever known to the Saurians, giving him great knowledge in the arts of literature and the skills of fighting.
Bio: As a young strippling, Argol lived alone in the forest, abandoned long ago by a poor mother who could not care for him and an abusive father who didn't care for him. He was left for death's cold skeletal hands, but the warm ones of tribalized Saurians living on the island found him first. For the first sixteen years of his life, he trained with them to become an agile brute, quite able with the ways of the hammer and sword. It was on his sixteenth year, barely into the first month when grand Saurians that came from the Cathedral had found him, and lost one of their number to him, but was able to have a quick assesment of his skills. His prowness in combat was great, and Argol was soon sent to the Cathedral itself to train under the greatest fighters and tomekeepers known to the Saurians that were still alive. On his thirtieth year, Argol was finally a full fledged defender of the Faith, of the Venerable Cathedral of Sauria. In the five years of his service, he rose above others to head a troope of his own as a commander of several different strike forces, being known to his enemies as "The Clawed Captain". When the meteor struck, and the Cathedral fell, however, he still believed in the faith, though so manty abandoned it, even a majority of those who swore to defend it. He was seperated form the few that stood with him once everyone was rounded into containment chambres underground, despite his pleas.
Appearance: Argol has the face like that of a Tyranosaurus or any other large predator, big, stocky and with a reasonably large snout and razor-sharp teeth. What seperates him apart is that he is scale-less, naked, bare and his skin is a bright blue. Argol's rather muscular, and his chest isn't softer thn the rest of his body. His legs are seperated into four lim quadrants with three large, deadly clawed toes and a hind toe for balance. He wears padded, light alloy armour meant to shake off most blows from fists and blades, as well as being able to withstand small arms fire and arrows. He has no headwear.
Equipment: Large, ornamental Sledge hammer, Rune-Covered Axe, Shovel, all made from top grade steel. Fine Rope, Bow and Arrows (not very proficient with them) b(00)bs
((Quick explanation on the Cathedral and the Saurian Order: An order much like a mixture of Al Quaeda and the Roman Catholic Church, well spread out and thriving, secretly eliminating it's enemies with protection from the government. (If the Government didn't comply, it would spread terror amongst it's citizens.) Saurians know of this, though none have ever told anyone outside their race.))
-Sun Tzu
((@AYFTracks, Exactly,that is what I was looking for.))
((@HugTheZombies, Yes,that is also another good example. Sorry for not explaining it good from the start. But we got it now.))
((@Everyone, Now,would anyone like to add anything else to the explanation,before we start?(After we get applicants of course.)
((P.S. First chapter of story out.))
-Sun Tzu
Age: 28
Race: Human (Are there other races???)
Personality: Cocky and headstrong.
Skills:(Cooking,fighting,mechanical,etc.) Great at combat.
Bio: Served in the army before the war as a lieutenant. Not much of a talker, has seen some awful things but never talks about them, and if he does he jokes and pretends it never bothered him. His parents always fought and he grew up in a bad neighborhood. The army straightened him up and gave him somewhere to vent his anger. He is actually very intelligent, but at his school the kids made fun of the smart kids, so though he studied he tried to hide it, which held him back from truly learning. He really liked math, and regrets not studying it further than his high school education allowed.
Appearance: Very hygenic. Short hair that has been growing out from when he had a shaved head. Army fatigues with a few medals, none too important but they do show he has war experiences. Tough leather boots that are almost always shined bright.
Equipment: A razor, shaving cream, a comb, shoe shiner, a rag, a combat knifes he snuck in, a book that has no title on it's cover, a watch and his wallet.
((There were other races. I said how to do them in the OP. Also,you do realize that we are starting off in a building underground right? By the way,do you want to be a mod?))
Age:21
Race: Human
Personality: Smug
Skills: Fighting (drunken boxing)
Bio: Once a victim of bullying, Erik took up boxing. Erik became very good at boxing, beating the bullies at their own game, by sending them flying into the walls. As Erik grew, he became better and better at boxing, until he became the master of unarmed fighting in the area. Erik graduated from school with honours, not that it would help him in the future. Erik, now 21 years old, still fights people everyday, that is, before the meteor hit. now, he just tries to survive.
Appearance:Red hair, green eyes, Caucasian skin, chewed fingernails, average height, average build, satisfied smirk.
Equipment: iron dagger, chunk of wood (small), bottle of water, chunk of bread, one pork chop, and one utility belt.
-Sun Tzu
((@Coward,Drunken Boxing? Really? No,re-do it and change that Drunken Boxing stuff. *Shivers From Weirdness Of Drunken Boxing*
-Sun Tzu
((@HugTheZombies,*Claps* Very good. Accepted for sure.))
((I am going to start this now. That way we have more time to set up our characters and set up a story. Since we are in an underground bunker,we are not going anywhere! Make sure no one try's to escape the bunker yet. We will wait until quite a few people joined. Also,I will be playing as the "watcher" until we escape.Ready.Set,RP!Wow,I just realized how nerdy that sounded.))
((Feel free to post,I have to make my app. For now just do character interaction.))
-Sun Tzu
((what problem do you have with drunken boxing?))
((I don't want you acting all drunk while we are role-playing. This is a serious RP. But,you are lucky,I am being nice. If GrandTree agrees that you can have drunken boxing then, let it be. (Hehe random Beatles joke.) (Also,GrandTree,please tell me what you think. But for now I will start.))
Jonah woke up in the morning and got up off of his bed. The only way he knew it was morning was because of clock. Otherwise,he would have no idea;for there are no windows in a bunker. Jonah stretched and walked up to his personal intercom system. He pressed the red button a control panel popped up with a keypad. It said to enter the name of the person who you would like to communicate with. Jonah typed in, "Scott Grandtree". The monitor froze for a moment then said,"Connecting with Scott in 3...2...1..." A buzzer went off indicating that he was in contact with Scott at his room. Jonah cleared his throat and said,"Hello,Scott.Meet me at my room in five minutes. I have to talk to you. Jonah waited for a response.