The Graveyard at the End of the Multiverse

[Zarkenis Ultima]

I just realized that none of my characters actually died in an RP yet... >_>

Same here, but it says in the OP that this isn't only for characters who have died in an RP, it's also for characters from RPs that have died.

[Altito Asmoro]

No dead RP characters

- We Will Remember Them -
-*insert quote or comment from the character here*
*insert name of RP here*

Wippy WIP.

[Swith Witherward]

Mine either end up revived or else turn up in PL where they can have life once again.

[Vancon]

Mine either end up revived or else turn up in PL where they can have life once again.

Overkill!

Too soon?

[Achidyemay]

*TKaG Snip*

Kinda want to bring in Conor and Pouton so they have someone to boss around!
but...

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I just realized that none of my characters actually died in an RP yet... Not that I got no plans for them to. Just that the RPs die before they did... >_>

I'm in this same boat. Except... Yes! Conor did die, and Lightheart was always there to resurrect him! So that probably counts!

Anyways, this is practically an excuse to look at all of my past characters, take a trip down the ol' memory lane. See yah when I get back!

[Vancon]

*TKaG Snip*

Kinda want to bring in Conor and Pouton so they have someone to boss around!
but...

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I just realized that none of my characters actually died in an RP yet... Not that I got no plans for them to. Just that the RPs die before they did... >_>

I'm in this same boat. Except... Yes! Conor did die, and Lightheart was always there to resurrect him! So that probably counts!

Anyways, this is practically an excuse to look at all of my past characters, take a trip down the ol' memory lane. See yah when I get back!

I'll be waiting with baited breath.

[Achidyemay]

Kinda want to bring in Conor and Pouton so they have someone to boss around!
but...

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I'm in this same boat. Except... Yes! Conor did die, and Lightheart was always there to resurrect him! So that probably counts!

Anyways, this is practically an excuse to look at all of my past characters, take a trip down the ol' memory lane. See yah when I get back!

I'll be waiting with baited breath.

Mr. Fisk! I choose you!

- We Will Remember Them -

"So, I'm really sick and kinda drugged, so my posts might be a little bit more, hey look my puppy is back!"

Re:Lay

Name: Errol Fisk
Gender: Male
Age: 17.547
Appearance:

*will be updated when I find an image, because god forbid I actually find an image that'll work*

6' 0''/160lbs/dark brown, almost black eyes/died black hair

Handle:a_clearly-opaque_jumbo-shrimp
Arcana: I Magician

Personality: His mind is a butterfly, consistently flitting from one subject to another, observing everything, realizing nothing. He is extremely outgoing, with a very limited understanding of personal space. But, yeah, from one thing to another, if his mind remains idle on one subject for to long, well it's never happened. He has an animated and excited way of looking and talking, drinking everything in and then let everything run out through his mouth. In other words, his mind changes direction and track constantly. He likes explaining things, but doesn't really care for idle chi-chat and will usually delve into some random topic instead of saying hello back to the person. Suddenly and without warning he is off on another track, without having fully developed an idea. He is at home only when he performs. Other times his mind wonders freely without a proper foundation. However, he does see a need for power, so he does study (usually with more than one text book out, flitting from one paragraph to another and across the pages with no apparent order, even though there is one, to him. plus books are just wonderful) and exercise (one of every type, repeating occasionally and skipping some some days) regularly. Despite his mental movement, he maintains a remarkable ability to control his outward appearance. He also really enjoys being in a position of power, or at least mystifying, to those around them. If only because then they can't hurt him.

Current Life: Hey, remember the stereotypical freshman nerd who always wore a top hat and magicians outfit and carried a pigeon up his sleeve no matter how much PETA and his parents objected? That's your guy. Or was, actually. For a long time, his illusions actually weren't actually that meager at first, he demonstrated great early skill, but the costume wasn't exactly the best friend magnet, and neither was his inability to hold a single conversation with someone. His (secretly adopted) parents never really understood why he behaved this way and tried to get him to act normal. He was crying too much to go to school when Mom "accidentally" ruined his cape. Tough years of limited friendship, Blah blah, back-story I couldn't resist typing, blah blah.

Today he distances himself from everybody. He doesn't need anyone else's help. He gets on with his life and they get on with his. He still practices his illusions in homeroom and stuff, but doesn't actively summon flowers from his sleeve anymore. He still has trouble talking to people and turns to the internet, where he can hold eight conversations in different chat rooms going. He works at a pizza hut during the day. Does homework and studies and practices and determines and extrapolates all evening. Every second of his day meticulously used to further his life tomorrow. He still dresses kind of formally, a waistcoat is entirely pleasant.

Weapon: On his body, he has an arsenal of miscellaneous items. (decks of cards, watches, wand, fluff, dust, marbles, dice, etc.)
Quirks: He has an errant and broken way of communicating with people; he doesn't subscribe to the "theories to suit facts" bit from Holmes, rather he'll often judge the book by its cover and generally subscribes to conspiracies; what he says may seem random or candid, but he is actually quit adept at lying and will often say whatever benefits the situation the best (he is a magician after all, lying is in the job description).

Theme Song: Axel F - Harold Faltermeyer

RP Example: What the hell is P2TM?

I bring him back because his death was, in my opinion, severely premature, we only got to see him drugged and sick, or moody about the destruction of the planet, there was no growth and it was quite sad. Conor had his run, he did the thing, and Pouton and Errol share a lot in common anyway. Besides, this just gives me more of an excuse to FINALLY find him a proper picture, although I've grown somewhat fond of that one.

[The Templar High Council]

I'll be waiting with baited breath.

Mr. Fisk! I choose you!

- We Will Remember Them -

"So, I'm really sick and kinda drugged, so my posts might be a little bit more, hey look my puppy is back!"

Re:Lay

Name: Errol Fisk
Gender: Male
Age: 17.547
Appearance:

*will be updated when I find an image, because god forbid I actually find an image that'll work*

6' 0''/160lbs/dark brown, almost black eyes/died black hair

Handle:a_clearly-opaque_jumbo-shrimp
Arcana: I Magician

Personality: His mind is a butterfly, consistently flitting from one subject to another, observing everything, realizing nothing. He is extremely outgoing, with a very limited understanding of personal space. But, yeah, from one thing to another, if his mind remains idle on one subject for to long, well it's never happened. He has an animated and excited way of looking and talking, drinking everything in and then let everything run out through his mouth. In other words, his mind changes direction and track constantly. He likes explaining things, but doesn't really care for idle chi-chat and will usually delve into some random topic instead of saying hello back to the person. Suddenly and without warning he is off on another track, without having fully developed an idea. He is at home only when he performs. Other times his mind wonders freely without a proper foundation. However, he does see a need for power, so he does study (usually with more than one text book out, flitting from one paragraph to another and across the pages with no apparent order, even though there is one, to him. plus books are just wonderful) and exercise (one of every type, repeating occasionally and skipping some some days) regularly. Despite his mental movement, he maintains a remarkable ability to control his outward appearance. He also really enjoys being in a position of power, or at least mystifying, to those around them. If only because then they can't hurt him.

Current Life: Hey, remember the stereotypical freshman nerd who always wore a top hat and magicians outfit and carried a pigeon up his sleeve no matter how much PETA and his parents objected? That's your guy. Or was, actually. For a long time, his illusions actually weren't actually that meager at first, he demonstrated great early skill, but the costume wasn't exactly the best friend magnet, and neither was his inability to hold a single conversation with someone. His (secretly adopted) parents never really understood why he behaved this way and tried to get him to act normal. He was crying too much to go to school when Mom "accidentally" ruined his cape. Tough years of limited friendship, Blah blah, back-story I couldn't resist typing, blah blah.

Today he distances himself from everybody. He doesn't need anyone else's help. He gets on with his life and they get on with his. He still practices his illusions in homeroom and stuff, but doesn't actively summon flowers from his sleeve anymore. He still has trouble talking to people and turns to the internet, where he can hold eight conversations in different chat rooms going. He works at a pizza hut during the day. Does homework and studies and practices and determines and extrapolates all evening. Every second of his day meticulously used to further his life tomorrow. He still dresses kind of formally, a waistcoat is entirely pleasant.

Weapon: On his body, he has an arsenal of miscellaneous items. (decks of cards, watches, wand, fluff, dust, marbles, dice, etc.)
Quirks: He has an errant and broken way of communicating with people; he doesn't subscribe to the "theories to suit facts" bit from Holmes, rather he'll often judge the book by its cover and generally subscribes to conspiracies; what he says may seem random or candid, but he is actually quit adept at lying and will often say whatever benefits the situation the best (he is a magician after all, lying is in the job description).

Theme Song: Axel F - Harold Faltermeyer

RP Example: What the hell is P2TM?

I bring him back because his death was, in my opinion, severely premature, we only got to see him drugged and sick, or moody about the destruction of the planet, there was no growth and it was quite sad. Conor had his run, he did the thing, and Pouton and Errol share a lot in common anyway. Besides, this just gives me more of an excuse to FINALLY find him a proper picture, although I've grown somewhat fond of that one.

I miss Re;lay.

[Vancon]

OP updated.

[Conglomerate of Iron]

This is an amazing idea. Honestly, I have a lot of RP characters I poured some love into, and putting them to rest sounds nice.

[Vancon]

This is an amazing idea. Honestly, I have a lot of RP characters I poured some love into, and putting them to rest sounds nice.

You understand me. I understand you.

[Achidyemay]

Mr. Fisk! I choose you!

- We Will Remember Them -

Re:Lay

Name: Errol Fisk
Gender: Male
Age: 17.547
Appearance:

(Image)
*will be updated when I find an image, because god forbid I actually find an image that'll work*

6' 0''/160lbs/dark brown, almost black eyes/died black hair

Handle:a_clearly-opaque_jumbo-shrimp
Arcana: I Magician

Personality: His mind is a butterfly, consistently flitting from one subject to another, observing everything, realizing nothing. He is extremely outgoing, with a very limited understanding of personal space. But, yeah, from one thing to another, if his mind remains idle on one subject for to long, well it's never happened. He has an animated and excited way of looking and talking, drinking everything in and then let everything run out through his mouth. In other words, his mind changes direction and track constantly. He likes explaining things, but doesn't really care for idle chi-chat and will usually delve into some random topic instead of saying hello back to the person. Suddenly and without warning he is off on another track, without having fully developed an idea. He is at home only when he performs. Other times his mind wonders freely without a proper foundation. However, he does see a need for power, so he does study (usually with more than one text book out, flitting from one paragraph to another and across the pages with no apparent order, even though there is one, to him. plus books are just wonderful) and exercise (one of every type, repeating occasionally and skipping some some days) regularly. Despite his mental movement, he maintains a remarkable ability to control his outward appearance. He also really enjoys being in a position of power, or at least mystifying, to those around them. If only because then they can't hurt him.

Current Life: Hey, remember the stereotypical freshman nerd who always wore a top hat and magicians outfit and carried a pigeon up his sleeve no matter how much PETA and his parents objected? That's your guy. Or was, actually. For a long time, his illusions actually weren't actually that meager at first, he demonstrated great early skill, but the costume wasn't exactly the best friend magnet, and neither was his inability to hold a single conversation with someone. His (secretly adopted) parents never really understood why he behaved this way and tried to get him to act normal. He was crying too much to go to school when Mom "accidentally" ruined his cape. Tough years of limited friendship, Blah blah, back-story I couldn't resist typing, blah blah.

Today he distances himself from everybody. He doesn't need anyone else's help. He gets on with his life and they get on with his. He still practices his illusions in homeroom and stuff, but doesn't actively summon flowers from his sleeve anymore. He still has trouble talking to people and turns to the internet, where he can hold eight conversations in different chat rooms going. He works at a pizza hut during the day. Does homework and studies and practices and determines and extrapolates all evening. Every second of his day meticulously used to further his life tomorrow. He still dresses kind of formally, a waistcoat is entirely pleasant.

Weapon: On his body, he has an arsenal of miscellaneous items. (decks of cards, watches, wand, fluff, dust, marbles, dice, etc.)
Quirks: He has an errant and broken way of communicating with people; he doesn't subscribe to the "theories to suit facts" bit from Holmes, rather he'll often judge the book by its cover and generally subscribes to conspiracies; what he says may seem random or candid, but he is actually quit adept at lying and will often say whatever benefits the situation the best (he is a magician after all, lying is in the job description).

Theme Song: Axel F - Harold Faltermeyer

RP Example: What the hell is P2TM?

I bring him back because his death was, in my opinion, severely premature, we only got to see him drugged and sick, or moody about the destruction of the planet, there was no growth and it was quite sad. Conor had his run, he did the thing, and Pouton and Errol share a lot in common anyway. Besides, this just gives me more of an excuse to FINALLY find him a proper picture, although I've grown somewhat fond of that one.

I miss Re;lay.

Me too, I may revive it in a year or so (because I have master plans that stretch far into the future already) if/when I'm experienced enough an OP to do it the proper justice. It was a great concept and filled with love and dedication.

[Discords Equstria]

Well this is simply a splendid idea, and I may even need this thread at some point...When my RP either eventually dies, or my characters do...


However, I must also state, would be extremely ironic if this died.

[Vancon]

Well this is simply a splendid idea, and I may even need this thread at some point...When my RP either eventually dies, or my characters do...


However, I must also state, would be extremely ironic if this died.

It almost did.

[Discords Equstria]

Well this is simply a splendid idea, and I may even need this thread at some point...When my RP either eventually dies, or my characters do...


However, I must also state, would be extremely ironic if this died.

It almost did.

Well then....

[Conglomerate of Iron]

- We Will Remember Them -
"There are some roads you don't walk down..."
Fallout New Vegas: Post Hoover Dam


Name: Lorne Malvo
Age: 56
Race: Caucasian
Ghoul, etc.: No
Eyes: Black
Hair: Silver
Pic: http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/ ... b9de19.jpg
Faction: .............
Home: The roads and the trails suffice.
Pip boy: no
S: 5
P: 8
E: 7
C: 1
I: 9
A: 6
L: 5
Karma: Pure Malevolent Evil.
Bio: The man has the look of the devil. A tourniquet of a smile with all the warmth of a glacier is all you will see on his face, other than his eyes of course. His eyes draw you in and mystify you, making you question the rules society has put in place. You begin to wonder about your true self, and what you really want to be. Then the darkness in the eyes becomes apparent to you. This man who has wondered the roads for decades is not a "man" per se, but more of a demon. He has no story, no hometown, no parents, nothing. He is a scourge upon the earth and enjoys death and death alone.

RP Life: He would go on a killing spree throughout the Mojave Wasteland, murdering five gamblers, drugging a little girl up with psycho and encouraging her to kill another group of children, killing an outpost worth of New California Republic soldiers, then sending New California Republic troops to kill some prospectors. He would then head to Nipton, where he would cause the death of the entire town and a large chunk of the local chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel. The main character of the RP and his companion then came and fought him to the death with their bare fists. He died, but he ripped the one character's ear off.

Why did he do this? BECAUSE HE WANTED TO!

[Vancon]

OP updated.

[Equestria and Griffon]

Might do a rp based of this called ''Back from the dead''.The dead people from rps will be used!

[Nightkill the Emperor]

- We Will Remember Them - Edward Alexander Crowley/Lucifer/Nicholas Carry
- “We had a hell of a ride, didn’t we all? Can someone get me a cuppa?”
*Elfen High*

Aleister Crowley was a man with many names. He was born as the Archangel Lucifer, who had fallen in love with a human, a woman who had been taken away from him too soon and not allowed into Heaven. Her soul died. Then Lucifer, in defence of the species he loved so much, led a war against Heaven. He considered himself always Protector of the Earth. But he lost that war to his brothers Uriel and Michael.

Lucifer fell to Earth. He became a man named Aleister Crowley, kept safe by Richard. He didn't know of his true identity for the longest time, until one day he did.

But we explain this to explain what Crowley is. Crowley was a confused, broken, tired and old man. He hated himself, possibly with justification. At the beginning of Elfen High, he was a broken, jaded and cynical alcoholic with no respect for life, but kept propped up through the loyalties of better men such as Minh Taka and his father figures Richard and Valaran Fixban. But they died, as did many other friends at the hands of his (unbeknowest) son Azazel.

Then we had a man who had no crutches, but was racked with immense guilt and a feeling of hopelessness, not wanting the work he had to do. Crowley had always wanted to be a scholar, but in every life was forced to be a warrior, a task he took sadly. But at the end, he finally acknowledged what he was and was willing to embrace the role of a fighter, becoming what he had been as Lucifer - Protector of the Earth and lover of humanity.

He supposedly sacrificed himself to fight Uriel, but went back in time to counter the Fae from ever invading the Omniverse since the beginning of time, devoting his life to the betterment of the world, something that at the beginning of the roleplay he would never have dreamt of.

Then, finally, he defeated the Fae King and beast Oberon. With that, he had assured a future for the Omniverse, which had always been in doubt.

Crowley was a dog. This is not an insult, but a description. A dog can be stupid, horny and irrational at times, but it is fierce. It is loyal. It is man's best friend. Oberon had shouted at Crowley that a dog cannot become a lion, as Oberon considered himself the king of the jungle. But the dog didn't need to become a lion. It just needed to serve. And in return, it just needed love.

And at the end, Crowley got that. He got it when he earned it.

My time is drawing thinner
I'm just a tired old sinner
No chips left on this shoulder
No pride in growing older

But when your borrowed time is through...

I'll be with you
Redemption blues

No man can truly outlast
All the mistakes of his past
There's no haven here for me
That's safe from my memories

But when your borrowed time is through...

I'll be with you
Redemption blues

And justice ain't no lady
She's a twisted, battered whore
She's laying bruised and naked
On a bloodstained wooden floor

Our days are over
Times have changed around these parts
There ain't no more cowboys
Only men with violent hearts

Redemption blues...
My time is drawing thinner...
I'm just a tired old sinner...

[Tayner]

The second character RP I was in. Man, I've really improved since then.

- We Will Remember Them -
-"If I die, go to Springhill, a small town, up in northern Louisiana, find Johnson's Bar, and blow that fucker up. I mean, like C-4 Grade explosives."
Fallout: Louisiana Blues


Character Name:Gunny Smith

Appearance: (I would like a nice picture)
I'm sorry, no picture. How about a default male courier? About 19 years old.

Equipment: riot shotgun, combat armor, 10mm pistol, some ammo, and scrap metal.

Skills: Gunny, from a young age has allways been using guns, so he got used to them. He also can pick locks, craft his own ammo with the right supplies, and can heal a wound.

Personality. He is kind of aggressive, but he won't start shit. Most of the time. He will be friendly if your friendly.

Motives: Caps, and the satisfaction of killing raiders.

Backstory: (At least a paragraph please)
He started in Providence, as a kid. He always did odd jobs for a few caps, prospecting, crafting, and bartering, and he didn't make many caps. He found a 10 MM pistol when he was 14, and always kept it on him. One day, he saw somone trying to rob a market stall at gun point, and he shot the rober dead, and the merchant rewarded him with caps. When he was 18, he was working as a caravan guard, but a small tribe ambushed his caravan. There were 15 ambushers, and he managed to protect the merchant, but not the Brahmin. The caravaner just gave him all his caps, and they went their separate ways. He soon went to the ruins of New Orleans to find some work.

RP examples: The Operators, That's my only charter RP that I have going on.

Anything else we should know? He killed a man with his bare hands. So he is a qualified badass.

An excerpt of the final post of the RP:

To the south, Morgan City was unaware of what was coming. Gunny, Hugo, and Victor swept into the city at the head of a band of mercenaries. They met initial success, with Victor’s suit taking the brunt of whatever the denizens could throw at them, yet they were picked off one by one until the mercenaries lost heart, leaving while they still could to go back and lick their wounds. This left Victor, Hugo, and Gunny alone to face off with the hordes of psychopaths. With their helpers gone they were forced to fall back, shortly before reaching safety, Gunny was shot in the leg by a pursuer. Hugo and Victor dragged him into a nearby building in which they fended off their pursuers for a number of hours till dawn finally broke over the horizon. Between the three of them, they managed to kill or wound nearly fifty men, but they no longer had any ammo. Gunny, unable to walk, opted to hold off any pursuers while Hugo and Victor escaped. Reluctantly the two men agreed, and then said their final goodbyes to Gunny. Leaving him with what ammo they could loot from the corpses, they stole away as the fighting resumed.

I enjoyed writing as Gunny because I was first learning how to be a good Role Player. The guys in the Fallout series are some of the best Role Players I've had the privilege of RPing with. We have made another fallout RP (Miami Vice) and we're using the Louisiana RP as cannon. I did do some stupid Role Playing in the Louisiana one, but the group helped me fix it. After all, we learn best from our mistakes.

[Conglomerate of Iron]

The second character RP I was in. Man, I've really improved since then.

- We Will Remember Them -
-"If I die, go to Springhill, a small town, up in northern Louisiana, find Johnson's Bar, and blow that fucker up. I mean, like C-4 Grade explosives."
Fallout: Louisiana Blues


Character Name:Gunny Smith

Appearance: (I would like a nice picture)
I'm sorry, no picture. How about a default male courier? About 19 years old.

Equipment: riot shotgun, combat armor, 10mm pistol, some ammo, and scrap metal.

Skills: Gunny, from a young age has allways been using guns, so he got used to them. He also can pick locks, craft his own ammo with the right supplies, and can heal a wound.

Personality. He is kind of aggressive, but he won't start shit. Most of the time. He will be friendly if your friendly.

Motives: Caps, and the satisfaction of killing raiders.

Backstory: (At least a paragraph please)
He started in Providence, as a kid. He always did odd jobs for a few caps, prospecting, crafting, and bartering, and he didn't make many caps. He found a 10 MM pistol when he was 14, and always kept it on him. One day, he saw somone trying to rob a market stall at gun point, and he shot the rober dead, and the merchant rewarded him with caps. When he was 18, he was working as a caravan guard, but a small tribe ambushed his caravan. There were 15 ambushers, and he managed to protect the merchant, but not the Brahmin. The caravaner just gave him all his caps, and they went their separate ways. He soon went to the ruins of New Orleans to find some work.

RP examples: The Operators, That's my only charter RP that I have going on.

Anything else we should know? He killed a man with his bare hands. So he is a qualified badass.

An excerpt of the final post of the RP:

To the south, Morgan City was unaware of what was coming. Gunny, Hugo, and Victor swept into the city at the head of a band of mercenaries. They met initial success, with Victor’s suit taking the brunt of whatever the denizens could throw at them, yet they were picked off one by one until the mercenaries lost heart, leaving while they still could to go back and lick their wounds. This left Victor, Hugo, and Gunny alone to face off with the hordes of psychopaths. With their helpers gone they were forced to fall back, shortly before reaching safety, Gunny was shot in the leg by a pursuer. Hugo and Victor dragged him into a nearby building in which they fended off their pursuers for a number of hours till dawn finally broke over the horizon. Between the three of them, they managed to kill or wound nearly fifty men, but they no longer had any ammo. Gunny, unable to walk, opted to hold off any pursuers while Hugo and Victor escaped. Reluctantly the two men agreed, and then said their final goodbyes to Gunny. Leaving him with what ammo they could loot from the corpses, they stole away as the fighting resumed.

I enjoyed writing as Gunny because I was first learning how to be a good Role Player. The guys in the Fallout series are some of the best Role Players I've had the privilege of RPing with. We have made another fallout RP (Miami Vice) and we're using the Louisiana RP as cannon. I did do some stupid Role Playing in the Louisiana one, but the group helped me fix it. After all, we learn best from our mistakes.

*Cries.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

- We Will Remember Them - Oberon
-"Did you really think you would be free calf, wandering the jungle, exploring the world and not be afraid that the jungle would have a lion? Well, my little baby deer...weren't you told that the lion is still king of the jungle?"
*Elfen High*

As Nationstatelandvsille once explained "Oberon alternates between collected cold and wrathful hot. He is a man with a plan, a man carrying out a slow vengeance across eons; but he is not a man, he is a beast which wants only to kill, kill, kill.

And he sees no distinction between Machiavellian plotting and ripping into a man with his bare hands. Whereas others draw a line and segment those parts of themselves, Oberon embraces them as one whole, a sheer force of terrible will.

He is a creature of boundless power and limitless hate."

Oberon is brother of Richard, otherwise known as God. He was formed when the being that once made up both of them split into two personas. One good, one unspeakably evil. Oberon is leader of the Fae, and has plotted for millenia to break back into the world and burn it all down. He seeks only to destroy and murder, but is highly intelligent and cunning, in the manner a big cat is. Since the universe began, Oberon plotted to exact revenge on his family and the world, intent on shattering the whole of the Omniverse.

Ultimately, he was murdered by his nephews, weakened by Lucifer before being killed by his arguable true archenemy Uriel, who he had played his game against for eons. Every action Uriel committed was intent on honouring his father and keeping his uncle out, though he went extreme. He will be remembered...but he will be feared.

He's a-coming, do you hear the King?
He comes ever closer, with gifts only he can bring
The King is very close now, you can see his crown
He will come and burn you down

All Hail The King, All Hail The King
As he comes, the children sing
He brings his gift, raining it down on you
When we accept, he leaves to do it elsewhere anew

He's a-coming, do you hear the King?
He comes ever closer, with a gift only he can bring
The King is patient, the King has waited
He has come to burn this Earth he's hated

All Hail The King, All Hail The King
As he comes, the children sing
He brings his gift, raining it down on you
When we accept, he leaves to do it elsewhere anew

He's a-here, you can hear the King.
He has come to our world, giving the gift he brings
The children sing a scream as the fire burns
The new widows cry bitter tears as the King's sword turns
The village is alight and alive as the merry knights dance
They always like to practice their craft, and jump at the chance
The King has come and given his gift
He took his time. It was not swift.

All Hail The King, All Hail The King
As he comes, the children sing
He brings his gift, raining it down on you
When we accept, he leaves to do it elsewhere anew

[Tayner]

The second character RP I was in. Man, I've really improved since then.

- We Will Remember Them -
-"If I die, go to Springhill, a small town, up in northern Louisiana, find Johnson's Bar, and blow that fucker up. I mean, like C-4 Grade explosives."
Fallout: Louisiana Blues


Character Name:Gunny Smith

Appearance: (I would like a nice picture)
I'm sorry, no picture. How about a default male courier? About 19 years old.

Equipment: riot shotgun, combat armor, 10mm pistol, some ammo, and scrap metal.

Skills: Gunny, from a young age has allways been using guns, so he got used to them. He also can pick locks, craft his own ammo with the right supplies, and can heal a wound.

Personality. He is kind of aggressive, but he won't start shit. Most of the time. He will be friendly if your friendly.

Motives: Caps, and the satisfaction of killing raiders.

Backstory: (At least a paragraph please)
He started in Providence, as a kid. He always did odd jobs for a few caps, prospecting, crafting, and bartering, and he didn't make many caps. He found a 10 MM pistol when he was 14, and always kept it on him. One day, he saw somone trying to rob a market stall at gun point, and he shot the rober dead, and the merchant rewarded him with caps. When he was 18, he was working as a caravan guard, but a small tribe ambushed his caravan. There were 15 ambushers, and he managed to protect the merchant, but not the Brahmin. The caravaner just gave him all his caps, and they went their separate ways. He soon went to the ruins of New Orleans to find some work.

RP examples: The Operators, That's my only charter RP that I have going on.

Anything else we should know? He killed a man with his bare hands. So he is a qualified badass.

An excerpt of the final post of the RP:

To the south, Morgan City was unaware of what was coming. Gunny, Hugo, and Victor swept into the city at the head of a band of mercenaries. They met initial success, with Victor’s suit taking the brunt of whatever the denizens could throw at them, yet they were picked off one by one until the mercenaries lost heart, leaving while they still could to go back and lick their wounds. This left Victor, Hugo, and Gunny alone to face off with the hordes of psychopaths. With their helpers gone they were forced to fall back, shortly before reaching safety, Gunny was shot in the leg by a pursuer. Hugo and Victor dragged him into a nearby building in which they fended off their pursuers for a number of hours till dawn finally broke over the horizon. Between the three of them, they managed to kill or wound nearly fifty men, but they no longer had any ammo. Gunny, unable to walk, opted to hold off any pursuers while Hugo and Victor escaped. Reluctantly the two men agreed, and then said their final goodbyes to Gunny. Leaving him with what ammo they could loot from the corpses, they stole away as the fighting resumed.

I enjoyed writing as Gunny because I was first learning how to be a good Role Player. The guys in the Fallout series are some of the best Role Players I've had the privilege of RPing with. We have made another fallout RP (Miami Vice) and we're using the Louisiana RP as cannon. I did do some stupid Role Playing in the Louisiana one, but the group helped me fix it. After all, we learn best from our mistakes.

*Cries.

*Offers tissue*

[Nature-Spirits]

Huh. I just saw this in the P2TM Times, and I must say, it's a very interesting idea.

[Vancon]

Huh. I just saw this in the P2TM Times, and I must say, it's a very interesting idea.

Is the graveyard coming back alive?