[Other FULL] Fragmented (M) (OOC)

[gimmepie]

Thanks guys! Glad to hear it.

 

[gimmepie]

@Loki and Greiger - I'm thinking I might post what we have so far as a part one or something. That will bump us back up and this post is getting quite long.

 

[Greiger]

Sure, I'm good with it. Just have Loki look over it first.

 

[gimmepie]

Okay

@Greigs and Loki - Shall we continue with the second JP?

@Everyone Else - What are you guys up to? It isn't going to be long until chapter 3 now so I'm hoping you're nearly done.

 

[Greiger]

Sure. I'm game to do the second one, I'll just be a bit busy here and there with studying for an exam, but that's it this week.

 

[Lokiepie]

Sure I'm game, got worried when I returned and found the Jp wasn't there xD

 

[DeathofShadows]

I may just have to wing it... There's no way we'll be able to have the entire expedition done before ch. 3, especially since we haven't started. It can come up again later.

In short: I am writing a post to finish up Alex's ch. 2 now.

 

[Nathan]

You mean there will be no more of the expedition?

 

[DeathofShadows]

I mean we may have to wait for a further chapter to initiate it.

 

[gimmepie]

If you guys want, I can actually make it an event for you in chapter four.
So we can get the ball rolling again, and then return to your subplot then.

How does that sound?

Edit:

The shape was humanoid, in that it was bipedal and had two arms, but that was where the resemblance ended. It was evil incarnate, ready to devour anything that dared cross it. Alex could feel its hatred to anything living rolling off of it in waves; it had been, he determined, the source of his earlier discomfort. Now all he felt was pure, undiluted fear.

Props to DoS for that paragraph. Loved the descriptive language.

 

[Darkhaven3]

Is it cool for me to jump in?

Spoiler:

Name: Jan Tarkov.
Age: 31.
Gender: Male.
Nicknames: Dust.
Appearance: Jan is, despite his age and gender, particularly feminine in appearance, owed not to his desire to be so, but instead to his lifestyle as a man who has learned to stay quiet and keep to dark places. In these dark places, at five feet and nine inches and barely a hundred and forty pounds, it can be easy to overlook him; men much larger than him have met their demise for this very reason. When the bodies mount and the blood pools, out of the corner of one's eye, they may spy a man with pale, fair skin, short black hair, and eyes so starkly blue and in such high contrast that it is a question of whether or not he is but a phantasm, or a Wraith in his own way.

Jan is not particularly powerfully built -- while someone of his size might choose calisthenics to maximize muscle density, Jan instead chooses practical exercises designed to give him a powerful kick and well-honed strength in his wrists and fingers, and the natural result is that his silhouette alone gives the impression that he is incredibly agile and quick to run. His arms are thin and only just toned enough to perhaps lift his own weight; his hips flare with his thick, toned thighs, and his chest is a bit... Sunken.

His face, however, belies his age and experience. It almost appears as if he never grows facial hair, and no immediate signs of age are uncovered by examining his features; perhaps the only thing that can be gained by looking at his face is that he is a bit... Girlish and angular. His high cheekbones, sharp turquoise eyes, small ears, thin black eyebrows and thin lips give him the face of a woman half his age.

Jan can commonly be seen in attire that matches the environment he's in to best suit an escape; in the underground, he'll use something in brown or in various shades of brown, olive drab and gray, of course varying based on the exact part of the underground he's visiting. Most of the time, he'll use full-finger gloves with only the index finger and thumb exposed on each hand, maintaining some level of dexterity while hiding most of his fingerprints; the astute observer will note that the gloves are particularly "grippy" at the fingers, just past his knuckles.

The only things that Jan wears that don't change with locale or circumstance are his holster, his OD-green backpack, and his gloves. All the rest... Well, it keeps the enemy guessing, doesn't it?

Except for that bandana, lifted over the bridge of his nose, hand-painted with four vertical white lines... Where have you seen that before...?

Personality: Jan is a realist, unfettered by the idea of politics in this era of human existence; he is a man with little time for games and political niceties, typically worsened by his adversaries' willingness to lie. He will not hesitate to tell you just how stupid he really thinks you are -- to a fault, some might say. He doesn't pull any punches when the time is right, but there is a certain level of tactfulness in his timing that can't be ignored. He has a... Peculiar way with words and a rather grim sense of humor.

You could say he always knows what to say and when to say it... But that'd be a lie. He's more of an enigma; he tells you just what you need to hear, and barely in the nick of time, but not to a fault wherein he costs himself his own skin in the process. There's just... Something about him that tells you he's been at this game for longer than you have; but he doesn't just outright say that's the case. Maybe he thinks lowly of his talents.

Gift: Jan might be good at remaining unnoticed -- really good at it -- but his most interesting ability by far is to be able to seemingly... Teleport. However, it tends to only be line-of-sight that you can tell, and only within a certain distance. It is a great drain on his mind, but when he does it just right, the teleportation is instantaneous and entirely silent, leaving not a trace that he had ever been in his original location. It isn't based on an incredible super-speed; stories are told of this man escaping a prison cell simply by... Vanishing and reappearing on the other side of the bars.

It's safe to assume that if he can see it, he can teleport to it... Within reason. Of course, he's never had a reason to teleport a mile away, has he?

Weapons/Tools: H&K USP-45 with flashlight underbarrel and suppressor. A very basic balisong knife.

Other:

RP Sample:
From Pokemon III by Stantler; back when I was kind of an idiot.

Spoiler:

All was dark. Arlene had passed out cold from the sheer force of the electricity screaming through her body...

It was midnight when Arlene woke finally. She remembered little of what had happened, just... The raw fury that flowed through her, the immense hatred for that metal-clad assailant... Whatever he'd done, he would pay. When at first she opened her eyes, it was hard to tell if she had actually lifted her eyelids, due to the immense emptiness of the sky, the unyielding darkness that surrounded her. She couldn't even tell what direction she was facing at first. But once the feeling came back and the jolt returned in her sensitive nerves, she knew immediately. Snow was all around her, and the frigid cold was almost too much for her fur to keep away. She still remained relatively temperate beneath her pretty orange coat, but where exactly she was relative to her previous location was still a mystery.

She stood tenderly, adamant about being absolutely quiet. She did not want to alarm anyone or anything nearby, if an assailant was still near. She skillfully looked around at first, but suddenly, pain overtook her entire body. Her left leg buckled under just her own weight, and her right side went into spasms. She fell into the snow with a feathery "thud", and the blinding agony gripped her senses for a moment... When it subsided, she reached down, checking for abnormalities in her form. Fear drew her into a recessive state of mind as she passed a cold paw over her leg and noted that one part of her thigh was slightly off-angle; she had somehow broken a leg. And from the feeling in her chest, maybe a rib or two.

She forced herself to stand again, and limped a few agonizing paces over to a better vantage point to view her surroundings, clutching her aching side with one paw. She was barely able to stand, but despite the burning pain shooting at her, stabbing her from every direction, licking at her bones... She was still able to overwatch the area and think tactically. Her belongings were huddled up next to someone else's bag, and the person in question was out cold - or dead - in the snow, silent. Sighing, partially from pain, Arlene knew that whoever it was would not survive long without her help. She struggled along the snow path she had created by unintentionally dragging her broken leg through the loose mush, and carefully lowered herself down onto one knee. In the cold night air, the human in front of her would surely die of pneumonia and hypothermia if she didn't do anything.

Biting the immense, unimaginable pain rocking her to the core, the vixen gripped the boy intensely by the clothing and lifted him up onto her shoulders, at the same time dislodging him from the snow, and painfully carried him over to a nearby alcove formed into a rock face that spiked out of the snow. She then angrily fought against her own body to retrieve their bags, doing the best attempt she could to carry all three at once to their new temporary camp. She collapsed nearby suddenly, shocked as her vision became blurred and surreal... The gasping vixen coughed up a considerable amount of blood before regaining her composure and lifting herself up, and continuing to the campsite; where she promptly dropped everything from her shoulders. She was tired, very hungry, and filled to the brim - to the point where she could no longer withstand - with a fiery anguish unlike any she had ever faced.

Once again, unable to face the terrible agony, she doubled over and collapsed in the snow, though still conscious. Her energy spent, she knew that soon she would be far too weak to move. Whatever was wrong with her was very serious, possibly life-threatening. Once again, a dizzy spell overtook her, and she coughed until she expelled bodily fluids. Thankfully, this time, there was less blood. Or was it that she had lost alot already... And she was running out? Fearful, she struggled to stand again, forcing her weight onto her good leg, and shakily called out to the human boy, "Hey...! Get up!"

 

[gimmepie]

Welcome to the RP Darkhaven

Use the current chapter as a free chapter to introduce your character. You're also welcome to involve yourself in Event 4 by encountering a Wraith.

 

[gimmepie]

There's a couple of little things to fix, I'll get back to you on them soon but after you fix those few things up you should be fine.

Edit:

Okay, firstly I think you've under-powered your ability a bit. You don't really need to include the fifteen second since you have enough limiting factors. In a combat situation against other Gifted, maintaining contact for fifteen seconds could be pretty much impossible so I recommend taking that bit out.

You talk about facial features and his complexion in personality. You need to move those things to his appearance section and then add a bit more detail to his personality.

I think I'll probably be able to accept you after that so consider the last spot reserved for you.

 

[Kirky]

Ok so I have edited it a bit. I hope this is alright now.

Name: Tyler Wolfenden
Age: 17
Gender: ♂
Nicknames: Ty

Appearance:
Tyler has shortish black hair, he doesn't do anything fancy with it, hes just let's it grow. He is bang on 6 ft. Tyler is lean, has some upper body strength, but has no defined muscle. His wardrobe consists mainly of pants, in grey, navy blue and his favourite pair of blue denim jeans. He mostly wears long sleeved tops and always wears his grey button jacket. He also never forgets his dark brown satchel which has a few books, and his sketch pad, along with some trinkets he has collected. He likes to keep himself and his personal items neat and tidy. He is clean shaven and has no distinctive natural or unnatural facial features, just a beauty spot a few inches below his left eye. He has an olive skinned/tanned complection.

Personality:
Tyler is shy at first, but once he gets comfortable, he can be somewhat of a sarcastic a-hole. He either jokes/flirts with people he is comfortable around or makes sarcastic comments to others without imposing too much.
He loves his history. He tries to find the spare time to go to the library to find any new books on history both before and after the impact.
Tyler also loves to draw sketches. He likes to sit in the park and draw some scenery, but he mainly likes to draw people he sees in the park. Tyler has lived with his dad his whole life, he never met his mother. The only thing he knows about her is that she is involved with the government.
Tyler is an easy going person with drive. If he desires something, he will strive for it.
He is intuitive and quick thinking, he can handle a stressful situation. He thrives under pressure. He doesn't like being alone, he always likes to be around people, a reason why he likes to sketch others and observe their habits

Gift:
Tyler's power is Power Absorption. Tyler is able to temporarily draw power from another Gifted. The adopted power can last for a few hours. There is no certain time limit, it can be unpredictable, but the more he uses the same power, the more reliable the time length becomes.
He must have physical contact with a Gifted for a 'power to be transferred'.
He is only able to contain one power at a time and if he were to adopt a new power, the previous one would vanish. If Tyler tries to absorb another power before it fades, he will become a little fatigued.
Tyler doesn't know he is a Gifted at this stage because he hasn't had any contact with a Gifted as of yet.

Weapons/Tools:
At the moment, Tyler isn't the most capable fighter, he can only sustain few hits. He is highly coordinated and reasonably quick in return and is light footed.

Theme Song: Tubthumpig: Chumbawamba

Kirky

I will try to provide a sketch of my character when I have the time as I am a bit busy with work an am trying to finish a painting before a show.

 

[gimmepie]

Alright, I think that's acceptable.
Welcome to Fragmented (unless Naku posts with any issues but that never happens)

Use what's left of this chapter to right something of an introduction for your character, you're also welcome to join in the Wraith event if you feel you have time.

 

[gimmepie]

Just an update for you, Naku and I have almost completed Chapter Three.

 

[タイラー]

"As the group of necromancers worked tirelessly to complete their task, The lead stated "The preparations are nearly complete, let us begin," The Necromancers gathered round in a circle, laid their hands on the ground, and chanted "Arise, Tyler, ARISE!!" the chanted for moments, until a bright light filled the room. As the light faded, the was a figure. The figure was a young teenage boy with brown hair. "The task, is complete."

Hellooo!

Sorry for my disappearance, but i have reappeared, as stated above. I may or may not get an outro of chap 2, but i will hopefully be more active. So yeh.

 

[gimmepie]

Welcome back Tyler, that was hilarious xD

 

[gimmepie]

Alright just another update

I'm pretty sure that there's only one more event and a prologue to finish writing up.
Chapter Three is nearly upon us.

Sorry for the long wait!

 

[gimmepie]

Chapter three is finished, I'm going to give everyone a few more days to get any more posts they want in, and then after that either myself or Naku will post the new chapter.