Note, since i cant change the title, im going to put it here. This is the Characters and Comments thread.
Send me your characters in a pm then ill pos them here.
Main Thread - http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1090692-a-raiders-morality/
This Rp does have a sister thread, its on another site. If you were wondering where you saw this before.
I just wanted to see what the people of these fine forums would have to imput.
Rules
- No power-posing. Power posing is when one role-player assumes control over another role-players character, this is definitely not allowed.
- No killing off another role-player’s character, without permission from them
- Submit your character requests to me, before posting, with ;
Name:
Appearance:
six:
Age:
Race:
Ethnicity:
Role:
Weapons:
Apparel:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Personality:
History:
- Do not post without sending me your character, and receiving a reply.
Remember, your character can build skills, overcome weaknesses, or even be overcome by them. they can also acquire new weapons and apparel as the story progresses.
- No Arguing in this thread, take it to the PM’s.
- No l33t sp34k, always try use proper grammar and punctuation, typos are fine, but try to check through your post.
- Try to avoid single line posts wherever possible.
- And of course, have fun :happy:
b]Character List[/b]
Name: Dave
Played By: Me, Tehbuddha.
Appearance: 5ft 9”, Less-than average build, Shaved hair
six: Male
Age: 20
Race: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Raider
Role: Tribe Leader
Weapons: ‘not-so-trusty’ 10mm pistol., combat knife.
Apparel: Raider painspike armour, Raider Wastehound Helmet(during sandstorms/storms).
Strengths: Tactical knowledge, fast, agile.
Weaknesses: Unable to handle weapons with a big ‘kick’(recoil), not very strong.
Personality: Aggressive to all who are aggressive to him and his tribe. Thinks of his tribe as family. Thinks of him self as a ‘survivor’, labelled, wrongly, as a raider.
History: Dave grew up with his brother in a makeshift shack near Ridgefield. It was okay, no-one bothered them because of a rumour that it was haunted. Its wasn’t so bad, there was a water tower nearby, and there was more than enough to eat, mole-rats often wandered past. His brother was a superb marksman, rarely missed a shot. It was as close to paradise as you could get in the wasteland. Then this guy called Arkansas showed up. He told them the water tower was his, he started laying mines everywhere. On one of the usual journeys at night for water, Dave’s brother passed Arkansas, asleep as usual, and headed for the water tower. Dave was in his shack when a gunshot smashed the silence of the wasteland. He glanced out the window to find Arkansas holding the decapitated head of his brother by the hair, shaking it in a taunt. Dave picked up his brothers gun and ran. He ran out into the wastes at the dead of night. After an hour running, he collapsed. He woke to the company of four ravaged looking people, much like Arkansas. They gave him water, and some food and a bed to lie in, although he was in an unknown, rundown barn. He felt at home. Its now eight years after the incident with Arkansas and Dave, after rising through the ranks of his ‘tribe’, And impressing the now deceased leader, he has been named chieftain of the tribe. He has honed his hand-to-hand skills with his combat knife through many years of fighting other raiders. And after overcoming his fear of using his brothers pistol, has found that he is a decent shot. His tribe is neither rich nor feared, but they make do.
Feel free to Comment on the roleplay here, so as not to break the flow of the story...