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Vozreal walks around his prison cell, waiting to be released. One day, he heards a voice.
"I want you," It says
Vozreal walks around his prison cell, waiting to be released. One day, he heards a voice.
"I want you," It says
(hey, is this still a thing?)
(Yeah.)
(what're ya lookin for here? I might be interested)
(Anything mate)
(are you okay with me being spotty? I'll try to keep it to 2 days max)
(Yeah its fine)
(Cool! Have you rp'd much before?
Also, we could have a random plot or no, sometimes plots make themselves, it's up to you)
(Lets let the plot make itself. And yes, I have roleplayed before)
(okay, just wondering bc this is in beginners lounge. I thought I'd seen you on other rps, so I got confused ^^)
(This was made when i didnt know how to roleplay)
(aahhh, that makes sense ^^)
So, wanna post a character template? I think it'd be good to get to know the charas a little first.
(Yeah.)
(sure! You, or I?)
(You)
oki!
Players Nickname:
Character's Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Basic description:
Basic personality:
Backstory?
Other?
Me:
Players Nickname: Oak
Character's Name: Rig
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Basic description: Rig's got cloudy grey eyes, dark tan skin, Brown hair cut pretty short with shaved sides, and is built like a tank.
Basic personality: Rig's pretty chill. He can be pretty quiet in most social situations, but the reality is he's a reckless madlad with zero sense of self preservation. He seems to have a long fuse, but in reality, he's just good at controlling his emotions. He looooves fighting, but mostly doesn't as he recognizes not every time and place is a good time and place. When challenged, however, he won't back down.
Backstory? Long and complicated history short, he'd been without family until the age of 13, at which point he was picked up by a travelling tribe of warriors. After their leader, (a father figure to him) died, he left the tribe to manage his grief and also pursue a career as a professional fighter.
Other? He's got a double bladed glaive. The most important thing to him, above all others, is freedom, be it his own or someone else's. When his freedom is challenged, he will drop all other ties and destroy whatever is attempting to contain him.
Players Nickname: Irish
Character's Name: Vozreal
Age: 13.8 billion (chronologically), 24, (physically)
Gender: male
Species: 6th dimension nightmare
Basic description: White skin, crimson red eyes, and black hair, lean, althetic
Basic personality: very positive, very uplifting, very persuasive
Backstory? Was trapped in prison for billions of years until someone let him out, and now hes a good guy.
Other? Uses 1930s slang and he sounds like hes a 1930s radio host.
Cool! You wanna start, or shall I?
You should
(Hello?)
@Oakley-is-Oaken-Bull 2 days ago
(are you okay with me being spotty? I'll try to keep it to 2 days max)
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@Divine-Irish-Potato 2 days ago
(Yeah its fine)
Huh. Would you look at that
(Im just curious, mate. Now leave me alone, okay? I didnt do anything in this roleplay to piss you off)
in this roleplay
yet
(you said it was okay if they're spotty, but you're freaking out when they don't respond. You do know what spotty means, right? Internally freak out all you want, but doing it publicly is a little annoying and can make the other person feel bad.)
(You're right, It was a annoying move, and i should have kept it to myself)
in this roleplay
yet
(And I won't let that happen)
(Won't*)
(:/)
Hey, it's no problem guys, we're doing fine here on our own ^^ We'll figure it out
Never a fan of hot weather, Rig was quite happy with the current cold snap. It made travelling a lot more comfortable anyways. He'd been on the same road from three days now, with not too much change of scenery. His only real complaint was the way to cooler weather caused him to stiffen up faster than usual, age old wounds and subcutaneous scars acting up just to be a bother. The torn muscle in his shoulder ached, a previously broken ankle requiring extensive stretching before the pain became manageable, joints cracking and snapping as he moved.
I'm not even that old, he complained to himself ruefully. But it had been a staple of his live for a few years now, and he was used to it, even if it never became less annoying.
Vozreal was a travelling merchant He was one of the best merchant, being able to convince someone who hates his business to a loyal customer for years to come.
In the distance, he could see someone. They were muscular. They could be a tanker if they wanted to. Or maybe they already were. Either way, they were a potential customer. They were getting closer.
"Hello! How are you doing today?" Vozreal said with a 1930s radio host type voice. He thought the man would hear him. It would surprise someone who didn't know him at all.
(Hello?)
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