Darkling0096
Me need nap
Shaun just about died right there. Ryder about to throw a knife and jjust miss his neck
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He's lived in a Nobility settlement for 40 ish years, what do you expect when one is thrust into a state of constant fleeing? Of course he's gonna get his ass kicked. Nobility man, nobility accent.Shaun just about died right there. Ryder about to throw a knife and jjust miss his neck
That's why I was saying earlier they get on somewhat, both share a Nobility background and culture.Similar situation for Ryder, 'cept she had to figure a lot out a lot quicker
I guarantee their background is way different from about puberty onwardThat's why I was saying earlier they get on somewhat, both share a Nobility background and culture.
Fucking Jesus lad, they're both still "nobility" as such, kicked out for similar reasons.I guarantee their background is way different from about puberty onward
Im hungover, please be patient.You know I'm messing with you, right?
Tis I, sir Nonce-Alot of the Nobility hehhhh. Bloody Jesus.I guarantee their background is way different from about puberty onward
Possibly earlier, depending on which rich asshole found that hot
DoneCan you just remove the gold coins thing? I have yet to decide what the currency will be but it won't be gold. I will probably make up some barter system.
DoneLexico
Also, you can still have a sort of inn set up in some ruins but as has been mentioned in the first post of the rp the town is basically abandoned.
That will be interestingI misspoke. I meant Shisa's killed Auroras gang. I misread and misspoke. And Shisa's tribe isn't dead. I didn't think. She's just on an ayahuasca fueled spirit quest.
Mos was born and brought up in the outskirts of Denver. While Denver had seen both highs and lows, they along with other slum dwellers had only seen poverty. They have to do hard manual jobs and earn a meager amount to survive. His father was a wise man. He had bunch of books hidden with him. He taught his son about old old world. Growing up in a suppressed society and learning about social justice was the twist in his story. He started making like minded friends who were all interested in creating a new world, a world of equality and justice. He orated in the underground meetings and got famous as his speech inspired the listeners with so much positivism. He fell in love with Aurora, a tribal girl who had found her way into the Denver slums. Her care free nature and braveness attracted him. She warned him though. And a night came when their group was eliminated. All of them, mostly youngsters were dragged to street and were shot in public. He was taken a prisoner. No one knows about his where about now.
So a beserker tank that's denser than a neutron starName: Hawk
Age: 28
Appearance: Dark brown curly hair, a scar going down the side of his face from his left ear to his left cheek near their mouth. A rippling mass of muscle from head to toe with swollen veins along his body. Armor akin to the Sentinel Training Armor from Doom Eternal.
Origin: Gladiator warrior from the Crystal Cultists. More to be determined.
Combat Proficiency: Hand to hand combat with spiked knuckles, and swords.
General Knowledge: Edible wild foods, mud compacts to place on wounds that won't cause infections.
Starting Items: Armor with 5 rusty saw blades on each arm that lock into place and can be detached from the arms and stuck into enemies. They are being fed into a locked mechanism above the knuckles of the armor, causing the knuckles to be spiked by the blades. Steel knuckles that have been well maintained and properly maintainenced over the course of years. And an unbreakable blade on the gauntlet of the right wrist of the armor. Other than that, a satchel with some wild edible fungus and some mud compacts in tins.