Abigale watched with anticipation as that forest tree fell like it was the final count down. A heist this big was something of legions and all the Deashots charged into the fray using agitated dirt in the air as cover for a surprise attack. Their leader opting to hang back and take some sniper...
@Heisenberg With how many school roleplays there are I'd rather not be a group of teenagers. Just feels repetitive after a while in my opinion, and it's not often you get to break out of jail!
Name- Abigale Eton
Age- 35
Gender- Female
Likes- Whiskey, Loyalty, Chaos, Hunting
Dislikes- Threats to her gang, abandoning someone
Who are you loyal too- The Desert Deadshots
Favorite weapons- Hunting rifles with the classic revolver side arm.
Other- The leader of Desert Deadshots...
I apologize, I think I miss read what was being said. I think the first plot point would match your created setting best in that case, that way it further instills the effect the unruly nobles have had over the once peaceful lands.
I like the latest addition you have, will you be restricting what types of animal kin will be allowed? Also in a scenario like that one what would our characters be working towards? Are we rounded up as soldiers or just villagers trying to make it while the enemy prowls outside our doors at night?
I have faith that you're still as strong as I remember! I'm getting to a better place I hope. I wanted to apologize for abandoning you. I'll save you a long story but I never meant for that to happen. I hated when people ghosted me and I NEVER wanted to do it to anyone else. I unfortunately...
I create new characters for every roleplay unless it's like a second chapter to a previous RP. Most characters backstory are created based on the lore the author had made. Out of respect, I try to utilize as much of what they gave me as I can, but that also means my characters won't be able to...
I actually thought a sewage plant was an actual plant. I had an imaginary picture of one in my head and everything. Purple petals and a greenish stigma to represent its terrible smell.
As Christine received a glare from her majesty she gave a harmless eye roll as she turned exiting the room to give them a bit more privacy. She didn't mean to upset her prince just give him a bit more of a chance with the princess. Esmour didn't seem like the normal stuck up princess type so...