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here is my - "new one"

Name: Sara Mills

Age: 18

Appearance: Sara stands at 5'3 she has been a gymnast for 8 years. she has wavy brown hair, medium, hazel brown eyes. she wears loose flannelet shirts, black skinny jeans and truckers cap, 'skate' shoes. she always wears a leaf pendant around her neck.

Equipment: she carries on her a .22 caliber and a 9mm. she always carries around a backpack with sets of tools like sockets screwdrivers hammers and spare ammo.

Skills: "she is as quick as lightning" she has skills in acrobats and is experienced with computers and general I.T. She has completed a first aid course, but is not very good at it.

Personality: she is not a shy girl, she will speak up if she has to, she comes across confronting and a sweet innocent girl, on the inside she is hell, she can smack down a guy her age in 10 seconds flat.

Bio:she comes from down under in Australia. Since the domination has started she has been forced to evacuate her home town and country and move to California. She was born under poverty but grew to become an amazing gymnast, she has accepted her fate now that she must help and use her skills to help and to live all together. Her parents have both been murdered and she is the only one left in her family. she uses her leaf pendant her mother gave her as her motivational strive. she dreams of one day becoming an olympic gold medalist in gymnastics on the floor and uneven bars.

Location: Sara is starting in an alley way somewhere in southern California, the smell is foul and the ground is uneven and squishy, Sara is waking up on a pile of human waste, injured and wounded. She is looking for someone else, someone to help her with her wounds.

I hope its better. If not, tell me what to do. this is my first RP.

((this is gonna be my last post for a couple days im gonna be gone))

???: Hey, you dar.

???: hey wake up its no time ta be sleepin.

Alex: hmmpmh, where am I?

???: your on Josephs hill in the guard barracks. (Im asuming they had one)

Alex sat up to a see a man in full combat uniform with a 2 handed sword on his back, at that moment he remembered what happened.

Alex: oh im sorry, thankyou for saving me.

Joe: heh your lucky fellah I was on patrol and I saw somethin layin in tha dirt, thoguht you where a dead boar then'a realised its a man, the names Joe by the way.

Alex: oh nice to meat you then, im Alex.

Joe: We didnt patch ya up yet though we aint got a docter in these parts but I hear a rumer that one just arrived, your well enough now to go look around if ya feal up to it.

Alex: oh im fine ill go look around, also do you have my...

Joe: your bag's right here. *joe hands Alex his bag*

Alex: ah thanks, and maybe ill see you again.

Joe: aye goobye then lad.

Alex took his bag and left. Alex covered his eyes as he entered the outside the sun was to bright, once his eyes adapted to the brightnes he saw dozzens of people scurrying around and doing tasks he had a sence of...happyness knowing there are other people around him, that he is, no longer alone. [right, now to find a docter]

((alright sorry but i wont be able to post ina couple days I got summer school D: But ill try and check up if I can peace everyone ^-^))

((Looks good peanutftw, you can start the trial thing now, just remember to take advice, keep a small ego and hold onto some humility and before you know it you'll be a pro at RPing.

Now Jak, my father in the RP is a bullet smith, his shop is basically a smithy where he serves the local community in off seasons when he's not making bullets for big Lordly orders, I'd imagine he, as the wealthy man he is, would have a few employees working their, but mostly he is alone. The town, and the region in general's major export would be hell-deer, as it is hell-deer country, and the horns are quite valuable as I've said before. Anyway, just thought I'd clear that up.))

Eddy walked away from the stable, Sam back in the hands of young Thomas and his master, a man he knew and trusted. The street was fairly busy at this hour in the afternoon, people walking on the little dirt street, heading to whatever destination they might seek. Joseph's Hill wasn't a very large town, about 200 people or so, but it was growing and new houses were being built each year, slowly claiming more ground from the trees scattered around the loosely built cluster of buildings already there. The trees in the Town Wall didn't bother Eddy though, he didn't mind them in the least.
He decided to take the scenic route home, as the fastest route would take him by the ashes of the Tilted Tilly, he didn't think he was ready for that quite yet. As Ed walked down a slope, nearing his home he heard far off yelling to his right. Glancing quickly, he saw the old town commons bustling with activity. On it a crowd of thirty or so were standing infront of a few men. Intrigued, Edward decided he'd take a look.
He approached the crowd, beginning to hear some of what the men at the front were saying. "And now you have a chance, a chance to defend your country from those who dwell in the south! The militia has already come under our command, but any additional men would be of great help. That initiative falls upon you!" Said one of three men at the head of the mob, flanked on either side by soldiers, pikes in hand, pistol in holster, their helmets gleaming the orange, afternoon sun.
Ed stopped at the back of the crowd and saw someone he knew. He nudged him lightly and said, "Hey Mitch, whats all of this?"
He looked over, his face overcome with surprise and a smile, "Hey Eddy, good to see you. I guess the army is looking for some more fools to go dying in Sothland. You aint thinking about joining are ya?" He looked a tad worried now.
Ed returned him a smile and said, "Nah, but I t'wouldn't be calling the soldiers fools, after all its them dying that keeps you from dying."
"I'spose yer right, but what'chya doing on this side of town? I mean you usually take the faster way to go home over on the other side of the hill."
Ed sighed, looked at his feet, back up into the sky and then back at Mitch, "I don't think I'm ready to go near the Tilly yet. Too soon, too awful . . ."
Mitch, with a startled and ashamed look on his face said, "Ya, of course, you we lost a lot of good people in that fire, listen I've got to go, you take care huh?"
"Yeh, you too." Ed walked away from the crowd, the Captain there still campaigning for more soldiers and Mitch heading off wherever it was he needed to go, thinking. [That bastard Richard, he took from this town more lives than we've ever lost.] Ed passed a home, its windows pulled shut, the sound of crying echoing from within. [And he gave us back nuthing but mourners!] Ed passed a fresh grave, the bones and ashes buried beneath a tree. [Richard, I shall make you pay for this curse you have spread over my town, I shall break you like a twig] Ed walked by the town priest, heading off to another funeral no doubt, his face was tired, as were most of the towns folk's faces. [You will pay, Richard, pay with your life!] Finally Ed made it home, the old shop filled with sounds of the clanging of hammers and the jingle of metal. Near the door was parked the old ambulance, but it made no difference to Ed right now, for now he had only one thing on his mind, vengeance.
Edward walked in through the door, passed a few men at work, giving them friendly nods, moved up the stairs swiftly and finally reached the kitchen, the man, Jak at the table, his father across from him.
"Son, yer back." his father said in a disinterested sort of way.
"Dad, have you sent that letter yet?" Asked Ed eagerly.
His dad looked up, pondered a bit and said, "Which one would be the letter your talking about again?"
"The one to Jurian, about the incident her." Ed was growing impatient.
Now Jak looked up from his plate of hardly touched hell-deer steak. "What incident?" He asked in a mildly interested tone. So Edward told him, told him of the cavalry man who came in, started a fight and burnt down the bar.
Jak offered his condolences but Ed was concentrated elsewhere. "Dad, did you send the letter?"
As his father began to answer him, though, they were interrupted. A few muffled gunshots sounded in the distance and the Town bell began to ring furiously. Ed's dad looked up and said, "This'll have to wait son, looks like we have some Soth looking to die."

"TO DEFENSES, GRAB ARMS AND KILL THE BASTARDS!" The Lieutenant screamed as he rode through the town, men rushing by him towards the east gate. There men on the wall and men outside were picking off eachother. Pikes and swords gathered behind the gate while more men took to the walls. Cavalry were beginning to muster on the commons. A few soldiers dragged out an ATV and hopped on, one driving and one on back with a shotgun. The town militia as well as most of its men were beginning to run out of their houses, one by one, carrying whatever weapon they possessed proudly, moving to the spot they were to go to for commands. The West gate was pulled shut by a pair of swordsmen after a few riders were sent out to warn nearby towns and request aid. The town was in chaos, utter chaos, people chanting and roaring, cursing Sothland and waving their fists as gunshots sounded loudly in the evening sun. Edward walked out of his home and into a battle for the fist time in his life, but certainly not the last.

i think i can squeeze myself into the story now.The battle is the perfect cue.

Finn lay on the cold floor of the wasteland and looked into the murky sky,years of fighting hadn't seemed to damage the beauty of the stars or the moon.Finn smiled and put his hat over his face,it was nice to know that not everything had been ruined by man kind.
Finn's black stallion was quietly chewing on a rare patch of grass and neighing to itself.Distant gunshots and screams startled both the stallion and Finn.The ranger grabbed his gear shoved it into the saddle bag and jumped upon the stallions back.finn spat the strand of straw from his mouth and headed towards the gunshots.The black steed galloped with all it's might towards the sounds,finn only hoped he could help.
The steed and its rider scrambled over a bank and stared upon the city walls.This not some small fight but a battle between the good and the bad,the problem was Finn din't know who were the innocents and who were the murderers.
The steed galloped towarss the open doors,they were quickly shut after a group of men on horses dispursed from the town.Finn shouted to them.
"Whats going on?"
"The Soths are attacking the city,we need help.If you can help us get into the city now"
Finn looked confused as the cavalry rode away.
"Soths?,what are the Soths.Nevermind,no time for thinking,i have to get into the city"
The rider galloped to the door,jumped from his horse and banged on the wood.
"Let me in,your riders asked for help.I'm here to do just that"
there was no response
Finn continued to bash on the door hoping fro response

((Okay, for reference, this is in Chicky's world. His town and stuff. If I mess it up, please tell me. Mostly because he created a fuck-mothering setting worth RPing in.

Tell me something, Chicky, have you ever been Dungeon Master in a D&D game? Honestly, this reminds me of all the times I played D&D with my friends.))

"You are now entering Joseph's Hill, asshole." Tony's dry comment startled Nick awake. He opened his eyes in time to see that some merry sot had indeed painted the word "asshole" on the sign.

"Classy," Nick remarked with a yawn, "How long was I out?"

"About two hours. Had to take her slow on the freeway, there's still a ton of wrecked vehicles and other assorted crap all across the street. Plus those damned hell-deer think they own the place."

"Well they do now," said Nick, sitting up straight in his seat and re-adjusting his fedora to get it out of his eyes, "Fucking alien bastards came and decided to colonize our planet. It's ours, ya bastards."

"How long ago was that?"

"Not long, about a decade or so. I don't remember. I only heard about it when the hell-deer were migrated to hear about five years ago."

"Ugh...." Ethan stirred in his sleep, then fell silent again.

Tony looked at his sleeping friend, shook his head and snapped, "Wakey wakey you twat. We're here."

"Ugh..." Ethan groaned again and opened his eyes, then immediately shut them with a wimper of pain.
"Ow..."

Nick tossed Ethan a pair of sunglasses, "Put these on you idiot. Christ. You should be damn thankful we didn't leave your sorry hide back there."

Ethan put on the glasses and sat up, wincing as he did so, "Where are we? Yaah!" He let out a yelp or surprise as Tony suddenly slammed on the brakes as a lone hell-deer bounded across the dirt road.

"Fair warning, mate!"

"Tell that to the deer. Best to get out and walk. We don't exactly want to advert our car to the entire town."

--10 minutes (of walking that I can't spin to make interesting) later--

Pushing open the door to the small pub, Nick took in the heady aroma of alcohol again. He was alone, as Tony and Ethan had trooped off to find lodging for the night. Nick was on a mission.

He held up the photograph he had gotten last month back in Oregon..

--4 weeks ago--

"His name's Edward McCreedy." said James Wolf, the man in charge of the mission to Europe.

"And...we need him...why?" Nick asked, studying the picture.

"His father was a celebrated blacksmith, probably one of the best in Sothland. Edward learned all he knows from his father. Hence, Edward is a fuck-awesome blacksmith. Specializes in guns and ammo."

"Again, why do we need him?"

"We lost contact with the entire Eastern hemisphere over half a year ago. Of course, blackouts were common, as the only way to send messages was an old radio tower from London, England to the east coast of the States. They had managed to fix it up more modern, and were primed to sync up with two more towers on our side, when they suddenly went black. No one knows why. We haven't seen anyone from Europe pass through Sothland or anywhere else since then."

"You're thinking foul play?"

"Last blackout lasted only two weeks. This one is six months. I thinking the bandits are growing in power over the Atlantic."

"Why not here?"

"All the crazy-ass warlords and self-appointed kings in the area have been keeping them in check."

"And we need Mr. McCreedy just in case we have to get violent in Europe."

"Bingo."

--Present Day--

Nick scanned the bar, moving slowly throughout it, until finally, he saw him. Striding purposefully up to him, Nick came up behind him.

"Pardon me. Edward McCreedy?"

The man turned around. "Yeah, who wants to know?"

Nick could clearly hear the Irish in his voice. He could clearly see the Irish in his veins too. A good 6-7 inches taller then him, Edward towered over Nick, and likely quite nastily out-weighed him. He scowled at Nick.

Nick swallowed thickly, quickly sent up a prayer that this bear of a man wouldn't tear his head off, then stuck out his hand.

"Nick King, at your service. I was wondering if you might be interested in a little trip..."

((All yours Chicky. Just plz don't kill my char...))

((Might wnat to catch up on whats happened in past posts, even the one I made that sort of indirectly mentions Europe, but I can make it work. I mean it was a great post, couldn't ask for much more.

Also, I just took the initiative to keep the thread out of the shitter, I mean we were slowly drifting to page 5, I had to keep us alive. Good to see we are out of the worst of it though.))

This man, Nick King, whoever he was, definately picked an odd time to be asking for Ed. "Listen pal, this aint no time for no hoity toity women talk, I'll be glad to answer yer question if we're still alive later." An odd time for the better nature of Ed to reveal itself, especially to some stranger, but now he had more important things to worry about.
Another gunshot caused Eddy to break his stare at this Nick fellow and asses the situation. Wherever Jak had disapeared to Ed did not know, his father was locking up the shop, two guns over his shoulder, one Ed's rifle, still fresh from the kill he had made earlier today, the other was his father's prize gun. It was what we'd call Remington 870, well varnished wood, gilded embroidery. She was the finest gun in all of Benito, given that title by the Lord Jurain personally after he shot a hell-deer bull dead with it.
"Son, move out to the west gate, make sure it's secured, and make sure everyone is either on the walls or in hiding, I'm going'ta the east gate, keep them damn Sothy's out of our town aye?" Said the old man, a sparkle in his eye. The only passion that matched his for work, was his for shooting, especially a few Sothland boys.
"Aye da', less go." Ed said with a firm nod of the head before running off towards then west side of the town, in the other direction of the gunshots as men rushed to the east gate totting guns, pikes, swords and anything else imaginable. [What a sorry sight I must be.] He thought chuckling.

((Oooff, missed your last post, sorry, mate.

Hmmm, so Nick and co. finally get too see some action....hooray!!))

Nick looked around the street. Of course. Not three seconds after he'd arrived in the town, some shitheads, decided they wanted to steamroll the place.

Oh hooray, thought Nick to himself, drawing his .40 Glock and sprinting after Eddy, I haven't risked my life and limbs yet today. And I get to do so in a backwater little burg next to a man who could probably kill me with a sneeze. Le sigh.

Making his way up the stairs, Eddy and his big rifle in front, and some guy who was riding Nick's ass with a pike, the duo got up onto the walls and slid into a defensive position.

Nick, took several deep breaths to get his heart rate under control. Out loud he wondered,

"How in the fuck did I miss a bloody battle?"

Eddy looked over with amazement, "I would've thought that the people, the weapons and the general chaos might've been a damn good clue."

Nick snorted with laughter, "When you're a Rider like me, nothing strikes you as odd anymore."

"Rider?"

"Slang term for people like me and my two friends, Tony and Ethan. Us Riders don't have a home. Either we lost it, or decided to look for a better place to live out on the roads. I've been a Rider for five years now. Lost everything when I was barely 18. Wandered solo for awhile, then got into a situation that I wouldn't have survived if Tony and Ethan hadn't saved my ass. We've been riding together ever since."

"How long?"

"Well over a year now. Tony left his home because of major political issues, Ethan got kicked out. They told me they met each other about two years before they met me. Ethan's a bit of an uncouth lady's man. Tried to knock up the concubine of a very vicious warlord. He got pissed off for some strange reason, and tried to kill Ethan. At that moment, Tony came through the town. He did some fast talking, and faster shooting and got Ethan out alive."

"What about you? Why'd they have to save you?"

"I had recently made it into Texas. I was depressed, angry and miserable. All I had was what I was wearing at the time. I stole some cash off some guy, then went to the local pub and got tanked. I'm told I'm not too nice when I get smashed, and apparently I trash-talked some other patron. Turns out he's an army captain. Also turns out this army is fucking insane. They don't shoot first ask questions later, oh no. They don't STOP shooting. Next thing I know, I'm staring down the barrels of about five guns. Tony and Ethan decided to stop in at that moment, and they opened up on the bastards. Turns out, they had been hired to kill this captain and his crew by an enemy army. They kindly took me along and I've been Riding with them ever since."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I..." Nick's next remark was cut off by a loud whine as a high-caliber sniper round zinging about an inch away from his face. He slid down lower on the wall. "It would appear that our honoured guests are here. Shall we make them feel welcome?"

((Alright this going to need to be a quicky, got my last two finals tomorrow and then a few parties to go to so don't wait up.))

"Fucking Soth, damn bastards have been feuding with us Benetians for damn near 3 decades. This is too much shit for such a short time." Ed took an assessment of the situation. Every man who could carry a gun, bow or a few rocks was on the wall, everyone else, including the cavalry, were arranged behind the gate, with about 4 guys ready to heave the damn thing open on the flip of a coin. The walls were pretty primitive, about 15 feet high, with platforms for standing about 4 feet from the top. Across these little catwalks were boxes of ammunition, most of it McCreedy workmanship. The whole damn wall was made of pine trees, bound together and stuck in the ground. Off the ramparts, hiding in the woods were God knew how many Soth taking potshots at the men on the walls. Skirmisher shit, a probe team and nothing more. It was good and bad at the same time. It was good since they weren't too numerous or dangerous, but bad because it meant more were coming.

A loud PKEEEW woke Eddy from his thoughts as the tip of the wall he was standing behind splintered. "Fuck," he cursed, his head spinning around rapidly looking for the smoke, his mind completely focused now on survival, not on anything else. A tiny plume of the stuff rose lazily from a thicket of brush. Ed's eyes narrowed as he began to make out a figure within, dark and kneeling. Another PKEEEW and another plume of smoke got his rifle up, the scope open and the safety off. Ed took careful aim, making sure the crossairs were over the figure. He held his breath, let his finger rest on the trigger and then pull with force. The upper half of a man fell out of the thicket, a bloody spot over the man's heart, his body shaking manically as he died. Ed looked over to his new companion, Nick, laughed weakly and said, "The first stench of death always smells like shit." But Nick was too busy taking aim at his own targets. Ed looked to his right, towards the gate where others were caught up in the fight as well, some already dead, their blood staining the old pine boards red.

After about half an hour of this potshot contest of skill and numbers the action seemed to be dying down, until suddenly no shots were being taken at all.
Nick looked over to Ed and asked, "Gone with their tail between their legs?" a small, triumphant smile on his face. After one more look over the woods, though, and the smile immediately faded.
Ed, in a toneless exhale, said, "No, not quite." From the woods, out of the bushes and from behind trees, came charging what Eddy had to guess about 160 Soth, some with guns, some with pikes and swords, a few even carried ladders, big long ones, sharp ends to hold them up in the ground. A dignified Sothman, a brute of a man dressed in bearskins and a helmet made from the skull of some sort of monster Ed had never seen, moved to the front of this force, a massive Crossbow in his hands. He was disgustingly ripped, his greasy muscles bulging out from behind his furs, chainmail over his chest. This beast of a man, deadly physically, stopped infront of the advancing Soth soldiers, one hand held the crossbow, the other balled into a fist, was brought back and was swiftly thrown forward as he let out a bloodchilling scream.

Nick, jaw dropped, simply uttered an astonished, "Jesus . . ."
Ed, equally astonished, could only look with horror as the Soth rushed to the walls, ladders above their heads, gunman beginning to take aim behind them, until a single gun report broke the entire defense forces trance. One of the advancing laddermen was shot dead, the upper half of his head liquidized and liying in a puddle below the splintered remains of his ladder. Ed looked over with the rest of the men defending the walls to see his own father, gun to his shoulder, a mean look on his face, a long plume of smoke rising from the tip of his gun. Suddenly the battle was on again.
Ed and Nick continued to fight on while the Sothman, the Soth leader, seemed to shake off each bullet thrown at him as he slowly reached onto his back, drew out a bolt the size of a golf club, put it upon his crossbow, then grab a lighter and set the bolt aflame. He took aim with his massive bow, slowly picking a target, a piece of the wall, and then fire his massive arrow, with a loud cachink it flew from the weapon and impacted the wall, one of the gate hinges, with a small explosion.

((Whew! Man, I'm glad tomorrow's my last day of school. I've been busy finishing up some last minute crap for the last couple weeks or so, which is why I haven't been able to post. Now before I post again, I'm gonna need someone to catch me up to whatever the hell's going on, because right now, I'm too damn tired to read through all of these posts.))

I have my section of the war already burning, but I've been at a friend's house and am currently using his laptop so I can't really write story. Just so you all know I start summer school on Sunday to get early highschool credits...it takes 6weeks of my vacation...

So I'll check my schedule to make sure I can post when possible, also seriously debating quiting WoW, free up time and money for possibly some paintball this summer.

Anyone seen Shalak' anywhere?

/end of OOC

Paintball's the best except when you can't see and when you get a mouth full of paint after a round has hit your mask.

Ok,somehow i'm still outside the city walls so i'm going to base it around your story Chicky.

Finn heard the screeching and cheering as the bandits marched towards the city,he was now sure that they were the enemy.Many of them were scattered throughout the small picket of trees surrounding part of the city while others stood in the open firing at the townspeople who had now taken refuge on the walls to defend their city.
Finn continued to bang on the dorr and was soon joined by tohers who wanted entry in to the city.Finn quickly stopped this strategy once a man next to him was struck by a thrown pike and skewered.Some of those around Finn scattered while others stood ready to defend their lives.
Finn observed his situation,if he ran he'd more than likely be picked off by a band renegades.If he stayed,Death was a high possibility but he'd die for a worthy cause.He nodded.
"Screw it,i'm gonna die anyway.Better make it count"

Finn snapped the reigns of the black stallion and charged towards a small group of enemies,he was followed by a few others but not many.finn fired at all who fired at him.It wasn't long before his horse was struck and fell to the ground.Finn tumbled from it's back but quickly regained his footing.The stallion was struck by a barbed arrow in it's side,not fatal but but would hinder any chances of riding at the given time.Finn quickly lead the horse to a small bank as fast as possible and laid it down.He would return to it if he lived long enough.
The ranger jumped from the pit and fired quickly as he was charged by a man with a wooden spear,the man fell at finn's feet.Finn jumped over the body and continued to fight.

What seemed like hours to Finn passed as he fought.The number of the bandits were rapidly thinning as were the lives of those still alive outside.Finn was out of ammuntion and had been for the past ten minutes,an arrow was sticking out from his shoulder and a cut ran down the side of his face from a lucky strike of a man with a rusty knife.Finn had been reduced to fighting with the butt's of his revolvers which proved effective for the moment.
A cheer was heard from those safely in the city but it was cut short after what was seen approaching.a much larger band of renegades approached the city and they followed a hideous creature armed with a crossbow.The creature fired at finn who only just managed to duck the bolt.What Finn had thought to be the battle was merely a scouting party.The main force was arriving and the real fighting was a bout to begin.
"So much for going out in style"
The small army quickly approached.

The monstrosity was letting out angry grunts that could be loosely interpreted as orders, his men reacting to each strange, deep noise they heard. More men on the walls were dying now, barrage after barrage of rifles from below sounded off at them. Ed himself was finding it more difficult. The captain on the ground had dismounted his horse and was heading to the walls, a guard of about 8 men, swords out and shields prepared. He reached the top of the wall as Ed killed another of the men below, his face was confused, but it slowly turned to anger as he registered what he was seeing.
The Soth were trying a two pronged attack on the east gate, the laddermen were heading for the walls with small groups of infantry following behind, the rest, including the beast of a man, were arranging behind the gate while the rifles behind them kept the men on the walls subdued. There were other men on the ground, skirmishing with a small part of the force, doing their best, but they were barely visible through the trees.
The captain turned around to his men on the ground, probably about 80 or so, 20 cavalry, the rest infantry, as well as the 40 or so gunmen on the wall, and he screamed, "HALF INFANTRY ON THE WALLS, EVERYONE ELSE, TO THE GATE!" Eddy fired another shot at one of the infantrymen, and then looked down to the force behind him, arranging clumsily behind the gate as others rushed for the ladders leading to the ramparts. The captain took 4 of his men aside and whispered something to them before returning to the battle below. The monstrosity with the crossbow managed to fire another one of his explosive bolts, shattering another one of the gates hinges. It started to clear up to Ed.
Nick looked over, his back up against the wall as he reloaded, a shocked expression on his face. "There has to be nearly 150 of them." Ed payed no attention to him as he tried to take a shot at the best at the gate. It was a hit, but that man merely ignored it as he loaded yet another of his deadly bolts. And then, finally, the ladders came just as the infantry had taken positions on the walls. One fell right next to Ed, the heavy wooden pole nearly hitting him on the skull. He dared to look, seeing about 3 others fall onto the wall, soldiers rushing up them, carrying pikes, swords, axes, guns and whatever else the mind could imagine.

((Jeez, I sure do drop in and out of internetz, don't I? This time I intend to stay *hopefully* How's the survival business going?))

heres my request

NG account:(Arcbound22)
Age:(15)
Character Name:(keagan)
Character age(15)
Area:(house)
Weapons:(handgun(2), large knife, )
Appearance:(5'3, athletic body, short gray areopostle shirt, small size areopostle plaid shorts. underneath is black tanktop, boxers. at )
Breif Bio:(posting on ng )

if somthing wrong just tell me

"Does anybody have any good goddamn ideas?!" shouted Nick as he sprinted along the wall, pausing only to blow a hole between an advancing Soth's eyes.

"Kill the Soths?" offered a defender.

Nick shot him a look that could have melted steel at fifty feet. "Shut. Up."

Meanwhile, his mind was going through, and discarding, plans at the speed of light.

Kill the Soths. There's too many.

Bugger out. They've surrounded the walls.

Surrender. They'd execute him and all the defenders like cattle to the slaughter.

Force a retreat?...

Nick nearly stumbled as an idea hit him like a bolt of lightning. That beszerker dude down there was obviously a rallying point for the Soth's morale. Take him out... Kill the morale, save the gate. Save the gate, keep them out. Win the battle.

Problem: Beszerker dude is either:

A) Made from titanium.

B) Jacked up on something.

Nick was betting on the latter. Come to think of it, most of these Soth types had bloodshot eyes and odd scaring on their arms. He pounded up the platforms towards the beszerker, trying his best to figure out how to kill him.

He was so intent on figuring out a solution, he nearly ran right into his companions.

"Where the HELL were you?!" bellowed Nick.

"Defending the other side. Didja see that huge bloke busting the gate?" replied Ethan, a nasty gash up his cheek.

"Yeah. I'm trying to figure out how to put that bastard out of our misery. A few more of those crossbow bolts and..." Nick trailed off. He had his solution.

"Oh Jesus you've got a plan haven't you. And it's going to suck for one of us."

"Yes and yes. Back in a flash." Nick sprinted over to Eddy.

Passing behind him, Nick slowed enough to say, "When you get my signal, blow the fucker's crossbow to bits."

Nick speeded up again, came to a halt where there was a relatively clear space and aimed his gun at the beszerker. It was a skillful shot, skipping neatly over his skull helmet, cracking it wide open.

"Hey, asshole!" Nick shouted at him. The man-beast looked at him with a snarl. "Yeah, you! Betcha ya don't have the balls to shoot me instead of an inanimate object. Bet ya can't even SPELL 'inanimate'"

Suicidal it was, but it had the desired effect. The man-beast aimed at Nick, exposing the broad side of his weapon to the defenders.

"NOW EDDY!!" Nick screamed. "SHOOT THE CROSSBOW!!" and he ducked down just in time to avoid the tree-branch like missle, praying all the while Eddy wouldn't miss.

((Target, good to see ya. I'll brief you via PM, ASAP.))

Name: David Cross
Age: 31

Appearance: Grizzly, messy brown hair, reasonably tall at 6 feet 1. Uses height and intimidation factor to avoid many fights, but is quite physically adept. Somewhat tanned white face.

Wearing worn blue jeans, tattered leather boots, brown t-shirt covered by a heavy black jacket. Utility belt around his waist. Pistol holster hanging from shoulder.

Equipment: Ancient .45 revolver with 12 moon clips, and machete in holster on back. Basic rations, enough for 2 days.

Skills: A very easy-going man, he can help any group get together and solve problems. He is reasonably intelligent, and has a knack for mechanical objects. Pretty good aim, but experience with any other gun than his revolver is none.

Personality: Somewhat quiet, tends to lose focus every now and then. Always friendly, with a mile long temper. Tends to under react to potentially dangerous situations(oh, crap, gettin' shot at again...)
Will not hesitate to kill.

Bio: Used to live in Canada, but moved to the Isle of London Town when his family sent for his help. Upon his arrival, he found they had been killed long ago. Distraught, and with nowhere else to go, he settled down in a small town nearby the Big River. (Thames)

Current location: Just south of River Thames(known as Big River)

Dan Berkenson

Age: 23

Appearance: Always being a tall one, Dan stands around 6'0'' slouching. He carries a head full of blond hear, long due to the fact that no time should be wasted on cutting hair for frivoulous outer appearance. Now a rugged man, before the war Dan always keppt a rather neat and sophisticated look about him, no stubble, cut hair, the works. His hazel eyes differ from the normal blue-eys, blond hair look but no one picked up on that much. Quite a lanky fellow before the war, he now has developed muscle, toting a good build.

Equipment: Ever since the tender age of 7, Dan has trained in the martial arts, mainly Jujutsu and Iaido(Blade). Though martial arts should be applied for defense, war is a radical time, and the best defense is a great offense. He carries a Katana and Wakizashi, and also holds a bag filled with various weapons such as Arnis sticks, Bos, Hanbos, Jos, Shuriken, Nunchaku, and a Ninja-Toh

Skills: As said in the paragraph befor, Dan has various Martial Arts skills. Proficient in many arts, his two original were Jujutsu and Iaido. He isa also trained in Kali, Escrima, Nunchaku, and other various weapons. He can deliver a kick to three parts if the body in seemingly one movement, and can render any body part useless if needed to be.

Personality: Dan, although rugged on the outside, he's quite a well-balanced man, friendly but not soft. basically, you are displayed by actions in Dan's mind, for words have very little meaning.

Bio: Dan had a great life before the war started. He had a wife, a great home, and an easy profession as a lawyer. His wife is being held somewhere safe, while he is on the frontline's. Always a bright one, Dan excelled in school. Now, since brightness has different aptitudes, Dan uses his wits for wuick strategies and battle plans.

Location: Dan's locaton is in Georgia, wearing his black gi and his bag on his soldier. Corpses lay all around him, some from natural causes and others...

This characters is completly based off me, minus age and height. Also, if you guys need a website, pm me or just put it up on the BBS. Hoping to make it to the frontlines!

http://www.freewebs.com/fearfandan/
Thats the beginning of the site. Took me a damn hour to figure out how to get a counter, though. >:0

*swish**spurt*
Dan sheaths his sword, panting and drenched in blood
Dan: Damn bastards never stop coming. Well, at least I've got a sword. Can't imagine what I'd do if I ran out of bullets. I think I'm just gonna rest for a second..
*kaplit**kaplot**kaplit*kaplot*
The sound of running echoes across the almost lifless gravel. Dan draws his Wazizashi this time, and crouches for CQC
Joe: Come on! This way! Run, go go go!
*Yaaaaay*(Battle cry)
Joe Wtf?...
Dan reaches to stab Joe, not knowing Joe is human. Luckily, the short reach of Dan's Wakazashi plus the fact that he reachd utter exhaustion drove him to miss.
Joe:The Fuck Is Wrong With You! You could have damn well killed me!
Dan: Sorry there, mate. As you can see*Points to littered corpses*, things haven't been going too well for me lately.
Joe: You defeated these all by yourself? Well, I'll be damned. Hmm, perchance do you be lookin for a shelter, maybe a goup of fellow survivors.
Dan: Normally in this situations I'd work alone, but the exhaustion has gotten the best of me. Lead the way.
Unbeknownst to beoth Dan and Joe, Something followed behind...

((Damn! I haven't written an RPG chapter in a good year! Feels damn good! So, how was I? Rusty, sucky, good, what?))

((Someone needs to approve of your character before you start writing, or you'll confuse the shit out of people. Wait until someone evaluates your character))

At 6/10/08 07:25 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

((Damn! I haven't written an RPG chapter in a good year! Feels damn good! So, how was I? Rusty, sucky, good, what?))

At 6/10/08 04:54 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

Dan Berkenson

Mkay

Age: 23

Fine

Appearance: Always being a tall one, Dan stands around 6'0'' slouching. He carries a head full of blond hear, long due to the fact that no time should be wasted on cutting hair for frivoulous outer appearance. Now a rugged man, before the war Dan always keppt a rather neat and sophisticated look about him, no stubble, cut hair, the works. His hazel eyes differ from the normal blue-eys, blond hair look but no one picked up on that much. Quite a lanky fellow before the war, he now has developed muscle, toting a good build.

He sounds rather tall, but it is quite detailed, so its good.

Equipment: Ever since the tender age of 7, Dan has trained in the martial arts, mainly Jujutsu and Iaido(Blade). Though martial arts should be applied for defense, war is a radical time, and the best defense is a great offense. He carries a Katana and Wakizashi, and also holds a bag filled with various weapons such as Arnis sticks, Bos, Hanbos, Jos, Shuriken, Nunchaku, and a Ninja-Toh

Don't know much about Eastern weaponry and fighting styles myself, so lets just wait and see.

Skills: As said in the paragraph befor, Dan has various Martial Arts skills. Proficient in many arts, his two original were Jujutsu and Iaido. He isa also trained in Kali, Escrima, Nunchaku, and other various weapons. He can deliver a kick to three parts if the body in seemingly one movement, and can render any body part useless if needed to be.

Ok theres a little thing called God Moding in the RPG business, things like being a gov super soldier, or some sort of reincarnated god, or something crazy silly like that. Well being able to git three parts of the body at once and render any part of the body useless with A SINGLE KICK qualifies as god moding. Not gonna fly, change it.

Personality: Dan, although rugged on the outside, he's quite a well-balanced man, friendly but not soft. basically, you are displayed by actions in Dan's mind, for words have very little meaning.

Boy if this isnt a cliche I don't know what is.

Bio: Dan had a great life before the war started. He had a wife, a great home, and an easy profession as a lawyer. His wife is being held somewhere safe, while he is on the frontline's. Always a bright one, Dan excelled in school. Now, since brightness has different aptitudes, Dan uses his wits for wuick strategies and battle plans.

A wife and a good career as a lawyer, not to mention mad fighting skills at the age of 23? Fuck no, unless he got into law school at like 16 he would not have a degree.

Location: Dan's locaton is in Georgia, wearing his black gi and his bag on his soldier. Corpses lay all around him, some from natural causes and others...

One of the few things that makes sense to me.

This characters is completly based off me, minus age and height. Also, if you guys need a website, pm me or just put it up on the BBS. Hoping to make it to the frontlines!

I highly doubt your a 23 year old lawyer with a spouse, nigh god like karate skills in all forms of east asian weaponry, such as the ability to render three of my limbs useless in a single kick. You need to change a lot of things, your a human, basic logical rules apply in this RPG, its a survival RPG, not a I'm going to kill everyone with my mad skills RPG. You can be a jujitzu master if you want, hell even at 23 if you can explain it, but you certainly can't be a lawyer, or have certain abilities listed above. Common Sense is the name of the game pal.

Yeah, obviously the part about the kicks and body parts was misinterprated, so ill take that out. Also, I could take out the woodn weapons. (Jo, Bo, Hanbo, and Arnis) plus escrima and Arnis. Also, he's now going to be 33. Makes more sense now?

P.S. How do you like the site so far

Question though. Why can't I be a lawyer, that's a TAD random. Oh and yeah, I said minus age(also plus job and other styles besides Jujutsu and Iado) But, doesn't matter. The most important thimg is the site, took me lke 4 hours to do that much so far.

At 6/10/08 04:54 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

Dan Berkenson

Age: 33

Appearance: Always being a tall one, Dan stands around 6'0'' slouching. He carries a head full of blond hear, long due to the fact that no time should be wasted on cutting hair for frivoulous outer appearance. Now a rugged man, before the war Dan always keppt a rather neat and sophisticated look about him, no stubble, cut hair, the works. His hazel eyes differ from the normal blue-eys, blond hair look but no one picked up on that much. Quite a lanky fellow before the war, he now has developed muscle, toting a good build.

Equipment: Ever since the tender age of 7, Dan has trained in the martial arts, mainly Jujutsu and Iaido(Blade). Though martial arts should be applied for defense, war is a radical time, and the best defense is a great offense. He carries a Katana and Wakizashi, and also holds a bag filled with various weapons such as Arnis sticks, Bos, Hanbos, Jos, Shuriken, Nunchaku, and a Ninja-Toh

Skills: As said in the paragraph befor, Dan has various Martial Arts skills. Proficient in a few arts, his two original were Jujutsu and Iaido. He isa also trained in Kali, Nunchaku, and other various blades.

Personality: Dan, although rugged on the outside, he's quite a well-balanced man, friendly but not soft. basically, you are displayed by actions in Dan's mind, for words have very little meaning.Stuck on that one???

Bio: Dan had a great life before the war started. He had a wife, a great home, and an easy profession as a lawyer. His wife is being held somewhere safe, while he is on the frontline's. Always a bright one, Dan excelled in school. Now, since brightness has different aptitudes, Dan uses his wits for quick strategies and battle plans.

Location: Dan's locaton is in Georgia, wearing his black gi and his bag on his soldier. Corpses lay all around him, some from natural causes and others...

This characters is completly based off me, minus age and height. Also, if you guys need a website, pm me or just put it up on the BBS. Hoping to make it to the frontlines!

At 6/10/08 09:14 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote: Question though. Why can't I be a lawyer, that's a TAD random. Oh and yeah, I said minus age(also plus job and other styles besides Jujutsu and Iado) But, doesn't matter. The most important thimg is the site, took me lke 4 hours to do that much so far.

((I'm sorry to say, but I'm not too impressed. The rosters are copypasta, and not even up to date(the beginning RPG rosters were years ago, they aren't needed. )The image size was terrible, the music was random, and didn't fit with the page. The Dawn of the Dead video, while I love the movie, and I love Johnny Cash, didn't belong either.))

At 6/10/08 09:43 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

At 6/10/08 04:54 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

Dan Berkenson

Mkay

Age: 33

Fine

Appearance: Always being a tall one, Dan stands around 6'0'' slouching. He carries a head full of blond hear, long due to the fact that no time should be wasted on cutting hair for frivoulous outer appearance. Now a rugged man, before the war Dan always keppt a rather neat and sophisticated look about him, no stubble, cut hair, the works. His hazel eyes differ from the normal blue-eys, blond hair look but no one picked up on that much. Quite a lanky fellow before the war, he now has developed muscle, toting a good build.

Alright (Tall one, hmhmhm, made me smile)

Equipment: Ever since the tender age of 7, Dan has trained in the martial arts, mainly Jujutsu and Iaido(Blade). Though martial arts should be applied for defense, war is a radical time, and the best defense is a great offense. He carries a Katana and Wakizashi, and also holds a bag filled with various weapons such as Arnis sticks, Bos, Hanbos, Jos, Shuriken, Nunchaku, and a Ninja-Toh

A bit more believable at age 33, again I don't know about eastern fighting styles or weapons, so I'm going to assume its all accurate.

Skills: As said in the paragraph befor, Dan has various Martial Arts skills. Proficient in a few arts, his two original were Jujutsu and Iaido. He isa also trained in Kali, Nunchaku, and other various blades.

Alright

Personality: Dan, although rugged on the outside, he's quite a well-balanced man, friendly but not soft. basically, you are displayed by actions in Dan's mind, for words have very little meaning.Stuck on that one???

Fine

Bio: Dan had a great life before the war started. He had a wife, a great home, and an easy profession as a lawyer. His wife is being held somewhere safe, while he is on the frontline's. Always a bright one, Dan excelled in school. Now, since brightness has different aptitudes, Dan uses his wits for quick strategies and battle plans.

Its ok, pretty good.

Location: Dan's locaton is in Georgia, wearing his black gi and his bag on his soldier. Corpses lay all around him, some from natural causes and others...

Alright but all characters start in California, be specific with areas too, counties and shit.

This characters is completly based off me, minus age and height. A