Postapocalyptia | OOC [Apps Closed]

[Transoxthraxia]

Damn. Eira is gonna double her efforts in making sure Shimmer doesn't pick up anything from y'all.

Y'all 'r crazy!

Leave her with Slat, it'll turn out real well.

[Pan Asian Amercian Coalition]

I kinda want to make a character who is a perpetually oiled up pro wrestler who happens to be absolutely fabuuuulous! or an expy of the crocodile hunter. Or! Or a slick talking porterguese gambler!

Should I?

[Transoxthraxia]

I kinda want to make a character who is a perpetually oiled up pro wrestler who happens to be absolutely fabuuuulous! or an expy of the crocodile hunter. Or! Or a slick talking porterguese gambler!

Should I?

Why not a combination of both?

[Pan Asian Amercian Coalition]

I kinda want to make a character who is a perpetually oiled up pro wrestler who happens to be absolutely fabuuuulous! or an expy of the crocodile hunter. Or! Or a slick talking porterguese gambler!

Should I?

Why not a combination of both?

I don't think I would be capable of pulling it off all at once.

[Transoxthraxia]

Why not a combination of both?

I don't think I would be capable of pulling it off all at once.

Eh, fair enough. Of the three options there I like the slick-talker.

[The Carlisle]

I kinda want to make a character who is a perpetually oiled up pro wrestler who happens to be absolutely fabuuuulous! or an expy of the crocodile hunter. Or! Or a slick talking porterguese gambler!

Should I?

A slick Portuguese Luchadore who wrestles gay crocodiles

[Esternial]

Damn. Eira is gonna double her efforts in making sure Shimmer doesn't pick up anything from y'all.

Y'all 'r crazy!

"Children need to grow up big and strong.

I've got just the kind of steroids you need."

[The Carlisle]

Damn. Eira is gonna double her efforts in making sure Shimmer doesn't pick up anything from y'all.

Y'all 'r crazy!

"Children need to grow up big and strong.

I've got just the kind of steroids you need."

Reading everything he says in Dr. Zed's voice from now on.

[Transoxthraxia]

"Children need to grow up big and strong.

I've got just the kind of steroids you need."

Reading everything he says in Dr. Zed's voice from now on.

That's how I do it

[Mincaldenteans]

Name: Slattern, though she prefers "Slat".
Sex: Yes please.
Age: In the 28-30 range, though she doesn't even really know.
Height: 5'3.
Weight: 93 pounds.

General appearance: Here. Her oddly-white, usually dirty hair is often braided quite tightly and neatly in a single column down her back that goes down to around the lumbar area of the back. Her skin is much darker than in the photos due to her continuous exposure to the harsh sun of Rigel-3.

Skills:

• Experienced demolitions expert, having at least two decades of experience with explosives of all sorts, both making and using them.
• Skilled close-quarters combatant, finding not only pleasure, but comfort in what she calls "The graceful art of CQC".
• Experience, though not much skill, with firearms, preferring instead to stab/bludgeon/blow up anything in her way than shoot it.
• Her experiences and life upon Rigel-3 have left her in a hardened state, performing well under pressure and in stressful situations, and she rarely ever panics.
• Somewhat surprisingly, she is an experienced tailor, being able to stitch back together a bunch of old or ruined clothing.

Stuff they own:

• A GP-102HP Pistol, and 36 rounds of ammo for same. (12 rounds X 3 magazines, .45 Caliber ammunition.)
• Her trusty buzzaxe.
• Ten individual explosive devices, a custom-made explosive that she refers to as "The Fat Men". A combination of the liquid explosive PLX, surrounded by the solid Tannerite, all wrapped up in a single, convenient bomb. [I'm pretty sure I've been put on a government's list after researching this stuff.]
• Five miniature flame fougasses, each of which are approximately a gallon in size, and are able to create firestorms when used in groups.
• The clothes on her back, a torso wrap as shown in the appearance pictures, as well as a pair of shorts, and stolen UNSEC combat boots. For sandstorms and other inclement weather, she has a full-body trench coat and sewn-in hood.
• Her gas mask that often doubles as a face protector and goggles for protection against sand and sun.
• A water canteen and a large backpack for all adventuring needs.
• Shaving equipment.
• An annotated version of Thomas Babington Macauley's poetry, which she reads religiously.
• A metric fuck-ton (10^7 buttloads) of Cunihal, which she ingests prior to reading the aforementioned poetry.
• Half a dozen 26 fl.oz bottles of homemade booze, ranging from 20% alcohol content to 70%.
• A whole bunch of assorted cigarettes, mostly homemade.
• A miniature sewing kit.

Personality: When one tries to describe Slattern's personality, the term "odd cookie" come to mind. Certainly, Rigel-3 contains more psychos and sociopaths per square kilometer than all of the planets in the known universe, but Slat's oddness extends beyond, and more accurately, above that. Often, she doesn't seem as if she's fully there, as if she is distracted by something that she was trying to comprehend, but couldn't quite. Her spacey nature only unnerves those around her, especially when she's working around or on explosives. Despite this, however, her odd and distant personality often comes in handy in combat situations where she seems to be unaware of the bullets and bodies whizzing around her, completely focused on finishing whatever task she is given. Albeit her social distance from the rest of those that she's surrounded by, she frequents the bottle, and when she does, her personality seems to turn inside-out. She becomes quite the socialite, everyone's friend.
Traits, quirks, habits: Aside from her substance dependencies, to cigarettes, alcohol and Cunihal, she constantly chews her nails down to the nubs in order to keep them neat and orderly. When she speaks, she has a slight drag on every "S" sound that words start with, giving her the feel of a snake-like individual occasionally.
Likes: Cleanliness, alcohol, drugs, fire, explosions, close-quarters combat.
Dislikes: The sun, hangovers, dirty people, children.
Reason for becoming a Vagabond: More or less necessity. She's too infamous for most bandit clans, too weird for normal Rigel-3 life, and needs to feed herself and her addictions every so often, along with making a bit of cash on the side as well.

Bio: WIP.

Looks alright so far.
Bio needs to be done.
Assuming she's 28, she started demolitions at 8? Yeah, fix please.

[The Carlisle]

Name: Slattern, though she prefers "Slat".
Sex: Yes please.
Age: In the 28-30 range, though she doesn't even really know.
Height: 5'3.
Weight: 93 pounds.

General appearance: Here. Her oddly-white, usually dirty hair is often braided quite tightly and neatly in a single column down her back that goes down to around the lumbar area of the back. Her skin is much darker than in the photos due to her continuous exposure to the harsh sun of Rigel-3.

Skills:

• Experienced demolitions expert, having at least two decades of experience with explosives of all sorts, both making and using them.
• Skilled close-quarters combatant, finding not only pleasure, but comfort in what she calls "The graceful art of CQC".
• Experience, though not much skill, with firearms, preferring instead to stab/bludgeon/blow up anything in her way than shoot it.
• Her experiences and life upon Rigel-3 have left her in a hardened state, performing well under pressure and in stressful situations, and she rarely ever panics.
• Somewhat surprisingly, she is an experienced tailor, being able to stitch back together a bunch of old or ruined clothing.

Stuff they own:

• A GP-102HP Pistol, and 36 rounds of ammo for same. (12 rounds X 3 magazines, .45 Caliber ammunition.)
• Her trusty buzzaxe.
• Ten individual explosive devices, a custom-made explosive that she refers to as "The Fat Men". A combination of the liquid explosive PLX, surrounded by the solid Tannerite, all wrapped up in a single, convenient bomb. [I'm pretty sure I've been put on a government's list after researching this stuff.]
• Five miniature flame fougasses, each of which are approximately a gallon in size, and are able to create firestorms when used in groups.
• The clothes on her back, a torso wrap as shown in the appearance pictures, as well as a pair of shorts, and stolen UNSEC combat boots. For sandstorms and other inclement weather, she has a full-body trench coat and sewn-in hood.
• Her gas mask that often doubles as a face protector and goggles for protection against sand and sun.
• A water canteen and a large backpack for all adventuring needs.
• Shaving equipment.
• An annotated version of Thomas Babington Macauley's poetry, which she reads religiously.
• A metric fuck-ton (10^7 buttloads) of Cunihal, which she ingests prior to reading the aforementioned poetry.
• Half a dozen 26 fl.oz bottles of homemade booze, ranging from 20% alcohol content to 70%.
• A whole bunch of assorted cigarettes, mostly homemade.
• A miniature sewing kit.

Personality: When one tries to describe Slattern's personality, the term "odd cookie" come to mind. Certainly, Rigel-3 contains more psychos and sociopaths per square kilometer than all of the planets in the known universe, but Slat's oddness extends beyond, and more accurately, above that. Often, she doesn't seem as if she's fully there, as if she is distracted by something that she was trying to comprehend, but couldn't quite. Her spacey nature only unnerves those around her, especially when she's working around or on explosives. Despite this, however, her odd and distant personality often comes in handy in combat situations where she seems to be unaware of the bullets and bodies whizzing around her, completely focused on finishing whatever task she is given. Albeit her social distance from the rest of those that she's surrounded by, she frequents the bottle, and when she does, her personality seems to turn inside-out. She becomes quite the socialite, everyone's friend.
Traits, quirks, habits: Aside from her substance dependencies, to cigarettes, alcohol and Cunihal, she constantly chews her nails down to the nubs in order to keep them neat and orderly. When she speaks, she has a slight drag on every "S" sound that words start with, giving her the feel of a snake-like individual occasionally.
Likes: Cleanliness, alcohol, drugs, fire, explosions, close-quarters combat.
Dislikes: The sun, hangovers, dirty people, children.
Reason for becoming a Vagabond: More or less necessity. She's too infamous for most bandit clans, too weird for normal Rigel-3 life, and needs to feed herself and her addictions every so often, along with making a bit of cash on the side as well.

Bio: WIP.

Looks alright so far.
Bio needs to be done.
Assuming she's 28, she started demolitions at 8? Yeah, fix please.

Don't underestimate children

[Mincaldenteans]

Don't underestimate children

She's the only exception

[Transoxthraxia]

Name: Slattern, though she prefers "Slat".
Sex: Yes please.
Age: In the 28-30 range, though she doesn't even really know.
Height: 5'3.
Weight: 93 pounds.

General appearance: Here. Her oddly-white, usually dirty hair is often braided quite tightly and neatly in a single column down her back that goes down to around the lumbar area of the back. Her skin is much darker than in the photos due to her continuous exposure to the harsh sun of Rigel-3.

Skills:

• Experienced demolitions expert, having at least two decades of experience with explosives of all sorts, both making and using them.
• Skilled close-quarters combatant, finding not only pleasure, but comfort in what she calls "The graceful art of CQC".
• Experience, though not much skill, with firearms, preferring instead to stab/bludgeon/blow up anything in her way than shoot it.
• Her experiences and life upon Rigel-3 have left her in a hardened state, performing well under pressure and in stressful situations, and she rarely ever panics.
• Somewhat surprisingly, she is an experienced tailor, being able to stitch back together a bunch of old or ruined clothing.

Stuff they own:

• A GP-102HP Pistol, and 36 rounds of ammo for same. (12 rounds X 3 magazines, .45 Caliber ammunition.)
• Her trusty buzzaxe.
• Ten individual explosive devices, a custom-made explosive that she refers to as "The Fat Men". A combination of the liquid explosive PLX, surrounded by the solid Tannerite, all wrapped up in a single, convenient bomb. [I'm pretty sure I've been put on a government's list after researching this stuff.]
• Five miniature flame fougasses, each of which are approximately a gallon in size, and are able to create firestorms when used in groups.
• The clothes on her back, a torso wrap as shown in the appearance pictures, as well as a pair of shorts, and stolen UNSEC combat boots. For sandstorms and other inclement weather, she has a full-body trench coat and sewn-in hood.
• Her gas mask that often doubles as a face protector and goggles for protection against sand and sun.
• A water canteen and a large backpack for all adventuring needs.
• Shaving equipment.
• An annotated version of Thomas Babington Macauley's poetry, which she reads religiously.
• A metric fuck-ton (10^7 buttloads) of Cunihal, which she ingests prior to reading the aforementioned poetry.
• Half a dozen 26 fl.oz bottles of homemade booze, ranging from 20% alcohol content to 70%.
• A whole bunch of assorted cigarettes, mostly homemade.
• A miniature sewing kit.

Personality: When one tries to describe Slattern's personality, the term "odd cookie" come to mind. Certainly, Rigel-3 contains more psychos and sociopaths per square kilometer than all of the planets in the known universe, but Slat's oddness extends beyond, and more accurately, above that. Often, she doesn't seem as if she's fully there, as if she is distracted by something that she was trying to comprehend, but couldn't quite. Her spacey nature only unnerves those around her, especially when she's working around or on explosives. Despite this, however, her odd and distant personality often comes in handy in combat situations where she seems to be unaware of the bullets and bodies whizzing around her, completely focused on finishing whatever task she is given. Albeit her social distance from the rest of those that she's surrounded by, she frequents the bottle, and when she does, her personality seems to turn inside-out. She becomes quite the socialite, everyone's friend.
Traits, quirks, habits: Aside from her substance dependencies, to cigarettes, alcohol and Cunihal, she constantly chews her nails down to the nubs in order to keep them neat and orderly. When she speaks, she has a slight drag on every "S" sound that words start with, giving her the feel of a snake-like individual occasionally.
Likes: Cleanliness, alcohol, drugs, fire, explosions, close-quarters combat.
Dislikes: The sun, hangovers, dirty people, children.
Reason for becoming a Vagabond: More or less necessity. She's too infamous for most bandit clans, too weird for normal Rigel-3 life, and needs to feed herself and her addictions every so often, along with making a bit of cash on the side as well.

Bio: WIP.

Looks alright so far.
Bio needs to be done.
Assuming she's 28, she started demolitions at 8? Yeah, fix please.

http://borderlands.wikia.com/wiki/Tiny_Tina

Yeah will do.

[Transoxthraxia]

Looks alright so far.
Bio needs to be done.
Assuming she's 28, she started demolitions at 8? Yeah, fix please.

Don't underestimate children

Damn, Carly, you beat me to it.

[The Carlisle]

Don't underestimate children

She's the only exception

This is Postapocalyptia! She is most likely the rule!

[Transoxthraxia]

She's the only exception

This is Postapocalyptia! She is most likely the rule!

^

min pls

[The Carlisle]

This is Postapocalyptia! She is most likely the rule!

^

min pls

Every child is a Mary Sue with psychosis!

[Cylarn]

Looks alright so far.
Bio needs to be done.
Assuming she's 28, she started demolitions at 8? Yeah, fix please.

Don't underestimate children

I thought you said chicken.

[Transoxthraxia]

Don't underestimate children

I thought you said chicken.

To be honest there's little difference between the two on Rigel-3.

[The Carlisle]

Don't underestimate children

I thought you said chicken.

You should stop eating children Cylarn.

[Transoxthraxia]

Name: Slattern, though she prefers "Slat".
Sex: Yes please.
Age: In the 28-30 range, though she doesn't even really know.
Height: 5'3.
Weight: 93 pounds.

General appearance: Here. Her oddly-white, usually dirty hair is often braided quite tightly and neatly in a single column down her back that goes down to around the lumbar area of the back. Her skin is much darker than in the photos due to her continuous exposure to the harsh sun of Rigel-3.

Skills:

• Experienced demolitions expert, having at least two decades of experience with explosives of all sorts, both making and using them.
• Skilled close-quarters combatant, finding not only pleasure, but comfort in what she calls "The graceful art of CQC".
• Experience, though not much skill, with firearms, preferring instead to stab/bludgeon/blow up anything in her way than shoot it.
• Her experiences and life upon Rigel-3 have left her in a hardened state, performing well under pressure and in stressful situations, and she rarely ever panics.
• Somewhat surprisingly, she is an experienced tailor, being able to stitch back together a bunch of old or ruined clothing.

Stuff they own:

• A GP-102HP Pistol, and 36 rounds of ammo for same. (12 rounds X 3 magazines, .45 Caliber ammunition.)
• Her trusty buzzaxe.
• Ten individual explosive devices, a custom-made explosive that she refers to as "The Fat Men". A combination of the liquid explosive PLX, surrounded by the solid Tannerite, all wrapped up in a single, convenient bomb. [I'm pretty sure I've been put on a government's list after researching this stuff.]
• Five miniature flame fougasses, each of which are approximately a gallon in size, and are able to create firestorms when used in groups.
• The clothes on her back, a torso wrap as shown in the appearance pictures, as well as a pair of shorts, and stolen UNSEC combat boots. For sandstorms and other inclement weather, she has a full-body trench coat and sewn-in hood.
• Her gas mask that often doubles as a face protector and goggles for protection against sand and sun.
• A water canteen and a large backpack for all adventuring needs.
• Shaving equipment.
• An annotated version of Thomas Babington Macauley's poetry, which she reads religiously.
• A metric fuck-ton (10^7 buttloads) of Cunihal, which she ingests prior to reading the aforementioned poetry.
• Half a dozen 26 fl.oz bottles of homemade booze, ranging from 20% alcohol content to 70%.
• A whole bunch of assorted cigarettes, mostly homemade.
• A miniature sewing kit.

Personality: When one tries to describe Slattern's personality, the term "odd cookie" come to mind. Certainly, Rigel-3 contains more psychos and sociopaths per square kilometer than all of the planets in the known universe, but Slat's oddness extends beyond, and more accurately, above that. Often, she doesn't seem as if she's fully there, as if she is distracted by something that she was trying to comprehend, but couldn't quite. Her spacey nature only unnerves those around her, especially when she's working around or on explosives. Despite this, however, her odd and distant personality often comes in handy in combat situations where she seems to be unaware of the bullets and bodies whizzing around her, completely focused on finishing whatever task she is given. Albeit her social distance from the rest of those that she's surrounded by, she frequents the bottle, and when she does, her personality seems to turn inside-out. She becomes quite the socialite, everyone's friend.
Traits, quirks, habits: Aside from her substance dependencies, to cigarettes, alcohol and Cunihal, she constantly chews her nails down to the nubs in order to keep them neat and orderly. When she speaks, she has a slight drag on every "S" sound that words start with, giving her the feel of a snake-like individual occasionally.
Likes: Cleanliness, alcohol, drugs, fire, explosions, close-quarters combat.
Dislikes: The sun, hangovers, dirty people, children.
Reason for becoming a Vagabond: More or less necessity. She's too infamous for most bandit clans, too weird for normal Rigel-3 life, and needs to feed herself and her addictions every so often, along with making a bit of cash on the side as well.

Bio: WIP.

Looks alright so far.
Bio needs to be done.
Assuming she's 28, she started demolitions at 8? Yeah, fix please.

Fixed it by saying she started around 14 or 15, which would be actually plausible on Rigel-3. I'll work on the bio tonight after a few brews.

[Torsiedelle]

So this thread moved fast.

Aaaagh, I'm having trouble with the app for some reason.

[Mincaldenteans]

Fixed it by saying she started around 14 or 15, which would be actually plausible on Rigel-3. I'll work on the bio tonight after a few brews.

awesome

So this thread moved fast.

Aaaagh, I'm having trouble with the app for some reason.

just much chat

[Cylarn]

I thought you said chicken.

You should stop eating children Cylarn.

Well, I'm drunk.

By the way, about just now on Game of Thrones...

NO

[Transoxthraxia]

You should stop eating children Cylarn.

Well, I'm drunk.

By the way, about just now on Game of Thrones...

NO

Cy I'ma bout to join you in that real soon