Darkness & Depravities OOC (Closed)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Khan is trying to hijack my RP. Be warned that I have a sword.

We're keeping it the way it is for now.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Khan is trying to hijack my RP. Be warned that I have a sword.

We're keeping it the way it is for now.

REVOLT!

[Nude East Ireland]

REVOLT!

General gets the IC and the OOC joins the P2TM Union. Sounds good to me.

[Nude East Ireland]

I'll probably make the IC in a little while. Get your apps in, or face the wrath of the necrophile.

[Tiltjuice]

There's a P2TM Union?

[Nude East Ireland]

There's a P2TM Union?

Yeah. I only joined because the minimum wage sucks.

[Tiltjuice]

There's a P2TM Union?

Yeah. I only joined because the minimum wage sucks.

Where do I sign up?

[Nude East Ireland]

Yeah. I only joined because the minimum wage sucks.

Where do I sign up?

The app is in the OP.

[Ballycolumbia]

Character Name: Jim the Grognalikum
Primary Skill: (There will be a plus 1 to whatever you choose here): Long Sword
Secondary Skill: (There will be a minus 1 to whatever you choose here.) Blocking
Third Skill: (There will be a minus 1 to whatever you choose here). Headbutting
Personality: A greedy slob who would push his granny down the stairs for a pack of peanuts. He carries around a pet lamb on his back and it is the only creature he trusts. He tends to kill anyone who he sees touching the lamb or even eating mutton in general. Due to this, he is known as the "butcher of butchers".
Job: Whatever gives money and/or food
Chosen Weapon: A longish sword
Chosen Armour: An oversized cloak and a left gauntlet (metal unknown, although it's survived being swallowed by a troll (and then out of said troll...)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Character Name: Rama Rathore
Primary Skill: Shapeshifting
Secondary Skill: Charm
Third Skill: Plot-Relevant Knowledge
Personality: Cynical, old, weary, dickish.
Job: Archaeologist
Chosen Weapon: The sword of the Rathores, a sword that has been passed down his family tree for generations, forged in the blood of a dead white man.
Chosen Armour: The armour, on the other hand, is just something he picked up at Wal-Mart, forged by some far away fucks at a factory where they are forced to eat their own children. But it has pockets!

[Nude East Ireland]

I'll also roll for different languages that your characters know. Just because this is a multi-linguistic empire.

But everyone speaks a common language, one created by the ancients in the times-before-times; English.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'll also roll for different languages that your characters know. Just because this is a multi-linguistic empire.

But everyone speaks a common language, one created by the ancients in the times-before-times; English.

I will stubbornly use Belarusian, the language of archaeology.

[Olthar]

I'll also roll for different languages that your characters know. Just because this is a multi-linguistic empire.

But everyone speaks a common language, one created by the ancients in the times-before-times; English.

It is the universal language that all intelligent beings speak, even aliens from far off worlds.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

even aliens from far off worlds.

But enough about Indians.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Character Name: Craig "Dean-Dong" Rathore
Appearance:

Primary Skill: Elaborate Costume - the ability to create a new piece of armor at whim with varying Defense stats based on the dice roll, as well as a possibility of shocking all those who see it into surrender.
Secondary Skill: Freestyle Rap - spontaneous lyrical assaults that can scare off foes or kill them on the spot. Alternatively, if it fails, it causes an emotional breakdown within Craig himself.
Third Skill: Desperation - the more pathetic a failure Craig's dice roll is, the more likely his foes are to take pity on him and help him out with, like, a pot of soup or something.
Personality: Once described as "the worst mistake I ever made" by his father, Craig is the product of a one-night-stand between renowned archaeological-based hero Rama Rathore and some random wench at an inn. Craig - by all means the biggest fuck-up on the planet - strives only to prove himself to his beloved father, to a level that borders on (and then promptly dives into) creepy. He is fiercely protective of his father and does not understand Rama does not feel the same way. Craig is also fond of playing dress-up, and may or may not be a closeted transvestite. (Or may simply be very enthusiastic, it's hard to tell.) His sexual taste is, at best, ambiguous; at worst, best to not think about. Always bright and cheery, not to mention clingy, Craig will throw himself blindly at every new experience and embrace it with a zeal and passion that would make him a great man, if he wasn't such a colossal mess of a human being. He takes failure very hard, if he notices it. Enjoys puns, puppies, and famed minstrel David Bowie (whom he considers the paragon of masculinity).
Job: Unemployed bard.
Chosen Weapon: A shitty cardboard replica of his father's ancestral sword.
Chosen Armour: See abilities. His base armor is a plain dress shirt-tie combo with glasses.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Character Name: Craig "Dean-Dong" Rathore
Appearance:

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Primary Skill: Elaborate Costume - the ability to create a new piece of armor at whim with varying Defense stats based on the dice roll, as well as a possibility of shocking all those who see it into surrender.
Secondary Skill: Freestyle Rap - spontaneous lyrical assaults that can scare off foes or kill them on the spot. Alternatively, if it fails, it causes an emotional breakdown within Craig himself.
Third Skill: Desperation - the more pathetic a failure Craig's dice roll is, the more likely his foes are to take pity on him and help him out with, like, a pot of soup or something.
Personality: Once described as "the worst mistake I ever made" by his father, Craig is the product of a one-night-stand between renowned archaeological-based hero Rama Rathore and some random wench at an inn. Craig - by all means the biggest fuck-up on the planet - strives only to prove himself to his beloved father, to a level that borders on (and then promptly dives into) creepy. He is fiercely protective of his father and does not understand Rama does not feel the same way. Craig is also fond of playing dress-up, and may or may not be a closeted transvestite. (Or may simply be very enthusiastic, it's hard to tell.) His sexual taste is, at best, ambiguous; at worst, best to not think about. Always bright and cheery, not to mention clingy, Craig will throw himself blindly at every new experience and embrace it with a zeal and passion that would make him a great man, if he wasn't such a colossal mess of a human being. He takes failure very hard, if he notices it. Enjoys puns, puppies, and famed minstrel David Bowie (whom he considers the paragon of masculinity).
Job: Unemployed bard.
Chosen Weapon: A shitty cardboard replica of his father's ancestral sword.
Chosen Armour: See abilities. His base armor is a plain dress shirt-tie combo with glasses.

When Rathore once saw Craig stuck in a burning house, he actively threw gasoline on the flames.

[Nude East Ireland]

This is going to be amazing.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Character Name: Craig "Dean-Dong" Rathore
Appearance:

(Image)

Primary Skill: Elaborate Costume - the ability to create a new piece of armor at whim with varying Defense stats based on the dice roll, as well as a possibility of shocking all those who see it into surrender.
Secondary Skill: Freestyle Rap - spontaneous lyrical assaults that can scare off foes or kill them on the spot. Alternatively, if it fails, it causes an emotional breakdown within Craig himself.
Third Skill: Desperation - the more pathetic a failure Craig's dice roll is, the more likely his foes are to take pity on him and help him out with, like, a pot of soup or something.
Personality: Once described as "the worst mistake I ever made" by his father, Craig is the product of a one-night-stand between renowned archaeological-based hero Rama Rathore and some random wench at an inn. Craig - by all means the biggest fuck-up on the planet - strives only to prove himself to his beloved father, to a level that borders on (and then promptly dives into) creepy. He is fiercely protective of his father and does not understand Rama does not feel the same way. Craig is also fond of playing dress-up, and may or may not be a closeted transvestite. (Or may simply be very enthusiastic, it's hard to tell.) His sexual taste is, at best, ambiguous; at worst, best to not think about. Always bright and cheery, not to mention clingy, Craig will throw himself blindly at every new experience and embrace it with a zeal and passion that would make him a great man, if he wasn't such a colossal mess of a human being. He takes failure very hard, if he notices it. Enjoys puns, puppies, and famed minstrel David Bowie (whom he considers the paragon of masculinity).
Job: Unemployed bard.
Chosen Weapon: A shitty cardboard replica of his father's ancestral sword.
Chosen Armour: See abilities. His base armor is a plain dress shirt-tie combo with glasses.

When Rathore once saw Craig stuck in a burning house, he actively threw gasoline on the flames.

Craig escaped and promptly thanked his father for the sports drink.

[Rupudska]

Character Name: Hyrien of Tochs
Primary Skill: Hair Magic [unless Primary totals 3 or lower, then Handwriting]
Secondary Skill: Polearm using
Third Skill: Shovel-Fu
Personality: Loves the booty. Craves the booty. Seeks the booty. Hungers for the booty. Desires the booty. Worships the booty. Incorporates the booty into her prayers. Also likes digging around in dirt and finding bones.
Job: Paleontologist
Chosen Weapon: A sizable bident, as tall as she is. Glows.
Chosen Armour: Pretty simple, light leather armor. Looks vaguely Roman.

[Nude East Ireland]

Character Name: Hyrien of Tochs
Primary Skill: Hair Magic [unless Primary totals 3 or lower, then Handwriting]
Secondary Skill: Polearm using
Third Skill: Shovel-Fu
Personality: Loves the booty. Craves the booty. Seeks the booty. Hungers for the booty. Desires the booty. Worships the booty. Incorporates the booty into her prayers. Also likes digging around in dirt and finding bones.
Job: Paleontologist
Chosen Weapon: A sizable bident, as tall as she is. Glows.
Chosen Armour: Pretty simple, light leather armor. Looks vaguely Roman.

A lesbian Roman grave-digger?

Most normal app I've gotten.

[Rupudska]

Character Name: Hyrien of Tochs
Primary Skill: Hair Magic [unless Primary totals 3 or lower, then Handwriting]
Secondary Skill: Polearm using
Third Skill: Shovel-Fu
Personality: Loves the booty. Craves the booty. Seeks the booty. Hungers for the booty. Desires the booty. Worships the booty. Incorporates the booty into her prayers. Also likes digging around in dirt and finding bones.
Job: Paleontologist
Chosen Weapon: A sizable bident, as tall as she is. Glows.
Chosen Armour: Pretty simple, light leather armor. Looks vaguely Roman.

A lesbian Roman grave-digger?

Most normal app I've gotten.

Who will go to any length imaginable to get some butt.

[Ballycolumbia]

I think I've underestimated the black comedy involved in this RP...

[Nationstatelandsville]

Character Name: Hyrien of Tochs
Primary Skill: Hair Magic [unless Primary totals 3 or lower, then Handwriting]
Secondary Skill: Polearm using
Third Skill: Shovel-Fu
Personality: Loves the booty. Craves the booty. Seeks the booty. Hungers for the booty. Desires the booty. Worships the booty. Incorporates the booty into her prayers. Also likes digging around in dirt and finding bones.
Job: Paleontologist
Chosen Weapon: A sizable bident, as tall as she is. Glows.
Chosen Armour: Pretty simple, light leather armor. Looks vaguely Roman.

A lesbian Roman grave-digger?

Most normal app I've gotten.

I like how we just assume she's a lesbian at this point.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I think I've underestimated the black comedy involved in this RP...

Oh, you have no idea what you'll be dealing with.

[Galnius]

Character Name: Okil Roht
Primary Skill: (There will be a plus 1 to whatever you choose here). Hysteria- Very good at messing with beasts/humans minds, occasionally making them give up by flawed logic
Secondary Skill: (There will be a minus 1 to whatever you choose here.) "Accidental" Success- He makes himself look like an idiot when he succeeds well (5 or 6), occasionally confusing foes into giving up
Third Skill: (There will be a minus 1 to whatever you choose here). Run, Run, Run!- Repeats words annoyingly hoping that his enemies or friends will obey, occasionally causing them to actually listen
Personality: Sadistic, manipulative, chaotic, random, loud, overall annoying, sarcastic, fully nutty
Job: self-proclaimed king of the rocks
Chosen Weapon: A very small knife in his pocket
Chosen Armour: A cloak covering very light chain-mail