Mortis Angelus aka "Mack" « Result #1 on Oct 17, 2009, 12:38am »
Name: Mortis Angelus aka "Mack" Age: 36 Sex: Male Build: Tall, large build. not muscular just larger. Phisical Description: Tall large man. Very pronouced jaw and sun worn skin. Salt and pepper short hair. A goatee. Weary blue eyes. Wears a worn duster with a cowboy hat and chaps, and a pair of blood red topped cowboy boots.
Personality: Drawn untrusting person, an unkind demeanor, and a love for booze and smoke. His only love is his old coondog Match and his horse. He isnt the kind to start a fight, but is quick to defend himself. His right hand man is his old colt 45.
History: A loaner and drifter all his life he has made his mark on bounties and scavenging the wasteland. He has called the wasteland home all his life. He has shyed away from every possible friend, and hasn't seen his family in almost 20 years.
A Zelda Role-Play « Result #2 on Jul 27, 2009, 5:50pm »
Over a hundred years ago...
The King of Thieves was captured in a failed attempt to kill the Hylian King and usurp the throne. As punishment, he was ordered to be executed by the Ancient Sage spirits, but as this order was carried out, through some divine jest, the evil Gerudo was gifted with the Goddesses’ power and revived.
Breaking free of his restraints, the dark lord drew the weapon of his demise from his chest, his vile laugh filling the air as he prepared to kill his executioners. However, this short moment of reprieve was the King’s downfall, as the Sages managed to open a portal to another world behind him. The void the portal created began to pull at him, slowly drawing him towards its depths, proving beyond even the Goddesses’ power to prevent.
The last act of the King of Evil before he disappeared from time was to launch the Sage’s Sword into the portal’s originator, piercing the very center of the Mirror of Twilight, but this proved to be worthless, as the damage was merely superficial, and the blade was quickly pulled into the void with its new owner…
The world has since lived in peace, battles and wars are small and short, fights becoming a mere training exercise of caution. People remain alert, prepared, but relaxed and comfortable.
Unfortunately, as with all things,
peace cannot last forever…
As you can tell, this is a Legend of Zelda Roleplay site, and I'm sure those of you who have good eyes can tell its based on the Twilight Princess game, but expanded and with a twist. We like to think of our site as a "Fantasy/Zelda RP", the knowledge of Zelda required is minimal~ You are able to claim canons from the game, as well as make original characters, get involved with the plot if you wish, and roleplay to your hearts content. ♥
Mike Vaustav « Result #3 on Jul 9, 2009, 10:58pm »
Name: Mike Vaustav Age: 20 Sex: male Build: thin Physical: a broken looking man, about 5' 11", dark green eyes, shaved black hair, in torn biker gear.
Personality: very quiet, extremly untrusting to anyone, but willing to jump into almost any adventure without knowing what lies ahead.
history: Mike was raised by many people throughout his life, he never knew his real parents. at fifteen he ran away from a small settlement near what was left of san diego. since then he's traveled from city to city seeking where he came from.
Phisical Description: With long blonde hair, bleached to a bright, golden blonde by the dangerous conditions, and tanned to a sandy brown. His eyes are a striking jade gren that seem to shine, and his teeth, staight and white, coming together to form a brilliant smile.
He wears an oversized scarlet trenchcoat with rolled-up sleeves to his mid-forarm and ragged, torn end. Underneath, he wears a sage green t-shirt and well-worn steel-blue jeans. He ties it off with a simple belt that he hangs a make-shift holster off the side to hold his pillaged Springfield Mil-Spec 1911-A1 .38... With a nickel finish. The name 'Draco' is engraved on the side, but it is rather the name of the gun than its previous owner. He also has a 7-iron titanium golf club that he uses for a meele weapon and a walking stick.
Personality: Adrian King is a fun-loving, somewhat frivilous boy, his moods repressed and replaced with jokes and smiles. Obviously, this isn't healthy, but any psychologist that survived obviously has a long list of patients before getting to King. This causes King to have momentary outbursts of rage that have even led to brutally beating his friends.
He can make friends easily, but is much more of a wanderer than anything else. Normally, he doesn't stay with friends for fear of losing them, a tragedy all too common in these days. Of course, he will always offer a smile, a helping hand, and be on his way.
He is athletic, and well educated, but has so much emotional baggage it weighs him down, even causing psychological trauma. He suffers from chronic nightmares, insomnia, and posttraumatic stress disorder, classified as severe.
History: Losing both his parents, father to radiation poisoning from stumbling in a 'hot spot,' and mother from raiders, King subdued all his emotions and left his home, or what was left of it, with not even a good-bye. He took the nearest vehicle, which just happened to be a dune buggy, and took off in a random direction.
He has since then spent years traveling around what used to be America, becoming street-wise and strong, even becoming somewhat a legend in a certain Navajo Reservation. His dune buggy traveling him all across the great plains, loyal and powerful, earning the name Verrill.
Now crossing out of the Navajo Reservation, he is moving towards Las Vegas... Well, what was Las Vegas...
Claudia Sezar « Result #6 on Apr 14, 2009, 4:20pm »
Name: Claudia Sezar Age: 18 Sex: Female Build: Looks fragile. Physical Description: Short, roughly cut brown hair with dark blue eyes. Medium height and slim - due to lack of food and a lot of running.
Personality: Claudia is careful with who she trusts and questions everything but her 'acquaintances' seem to subconsciously trust her with their lives. She will always talk her way out of situations rather than fight. She has had a lot of loss in her time.
History: At 11, her mother and father were killed by bandits while she watched, hiding under a metal beam. Ever since, she's been a lonely traveler, meeting only a few people on the way. She's had several companions and a relationship with a man named Jed. But he to was killed by bandits. So, Claudia decided she wouldn't get close to anyone again, it would only end in hurt. Unfortunately for her, that was near impossible.
This RP site is a really great site, been around for a long time and yet it hurts for members. If you want a place for good roleplaying, you should at least check this one out. I guarantee it's one of the better ones out there--it really helps one develop skill and characters.
Umm ...Heylo? « Result #8 on Feb 3, 2009, 3:11pm »
Hey all. I'm a new player to this idea.. But thats about it. So if anyone wants to rp an id thread they got hey drop me a line and ill hop right into it.
Brandon ideally shifted through the mounds and mounds of trash and junk as he was looking for something that he could use, Or sell. He pulled a large bone of...something and tossed it to wishbone his faithful companion. He continued to look around at the same spot. Soon though he realized that the objects he was searching for couldn't be found here so he climbed higher over the junk piles. He came to the top of one and grinned standing to his full height just to get the feeling of the wind. It was light just enough to ruffle his hair that was short he kept it that way on purpose hair got in the way of his line of work. His camo fatigues lightly ruffled in the wind as he sighed searching for some form of life out there besides him and wishbone.
He gave up on that search to go back to looking around the junk pile. He laughed happily as he found an old fridge that was still in working order. So he pulled it free and pulled it to the bottom of the junk pile. He wondered what other treasures he could find in that area. He climbed back up and tried to find something else that he could salvage. " Wishbone were going to be eating good tonight." He grinned hearing wishbone bark at him then go back to what ever kind of bone he had been tossed.
Brandon's quick hands found there way into a pile of sharp rusted metal. He yanked something out and looked at it closely it was just a sharp piece of metal. He carefully wrapped it and put it into his camo coat. He then started to try and find a handle for it. It would do well to make a bone crusher. Or a very very crude knife.He was very involved in what he was doing and at the moment the only thing keeping him from being killed was his buddy wishbone.
Re: Wandering « Result #10 on Feb 3, 2009, 4:53am »
Having finally made it to the first form of modern "civilization" Mizu was looking for a nice cool place to rest when he heard the first warning call of an incoming raid. Looking out to the wastes he saw the raiders coming on fast. Not to long after the call came the first shot from a near by wall.
"Two minutes and I'm already gonna hav' ta hurt somebody here. Great." He spotted a man cooly sighting down his rifle at the raiders and decided that if he was gonna fight he might as well wait till they got close enough for him to use his knives. After all no sense in worrying about people he could't hurt from this far away.
He walked over to the man and sat down against the wall a few paces from the man. After a a quick sigh he reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a book of strike anywhere matches and his last battered pack of menthols.
He took the match and struck it across the heel of his boot and lit his cig. After a long drag he thought not for the first time that he need to get a hold of a gun and some new luck.
Pulling out his two blades and crossing his legs he exhaled and spoke under his breath. "Screw the luck, there'll be plenty of guns around soon enough." He closed his eyes and listened to the familiar sounds of shouting and shot after shot ringing through the air.
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