Spirits Possession

[Dazi]

So since this is a fun RP I would like to keep it small 1-3 other rpers. I'm happy to start a new rp if someone wants a private rp or else I'm working on a site in this time-line (Really using this post to perfect my character)

A Short Setting: A few hundred years from now nuclear war has near destroyed the planet. Humans have died out, being replaced by furries and the alike. Living is hard with few plants surviving the tough conditions and even fewer prey animals. The town is Kargstad, small shanty like buildings surround a partially fallen building where the gang known as Karg oversee the happenings of their little town and its surrounding lands.

Introducing:
Name: Tamno
Gender: Male
Species: Black Leopard
Age: 37
Gang: Leader of Karg
Height: 6’2
Coat color: Leopard print with sooty black covering most of coat though his underbelly/throat is white
Hair: A soft mousy brown with dark forest green streaks generally kept messily slicked back
Scars: one large vertical scar over his right eye causing partial blindness, three notches out of his right ear, large scar from the right corner of his mouth to where his jowls meet his neck
Piercings:
Left ear: A 'fish bone' earring entering the far side of his ear and exiting the near side, three silver rings below it on the far side of his ear and a bird skull handing from the lower far side of his ear.

Personality:
Manipulative
Domineering
Selfish, Jealous
Rational, unless enraged
Hot tempered
Sadistic
God complex
Brash
Tactical
Violent
There may be a soft spot within him if someone can weasel their way in.

setting: Dusk, fine weather

The town had been quite for a few days now as the patrols roamed the streets, keeping troublemakers and potential thieves at bay. Come nightfall most residents retreated to their homes as those that protected them also held the potential to do horrible things. Tamno preferred his men to act civil though unfortunately they were not mindless drones and the tall leopard really didn't give too much of a damn what others did as long as his peace wasn't broken. Though things had become too peaceful and with no potential chaos to keep the cat preoccupied he found himself away from his headquarters and stalking the quiet streets.

There were still a few stragglers packing away their stalls or herding children inside, all making sure to mind their own business and not raising their eyes to the streets. Tamno's usual attire or tattered jeans and flannel was hidden by a heavy leather trench coat, only his scuffed boots visible with each stiff stride and pierced ears and stray tufts of colored hair peeked from the upturned collar. He didn't feel like socializing all that much, it would have been more logical to go out during the day if he felt the need to meddle with common scavengers, it was more a need to let the fresh air wash the staleness of his 'office' and stress from managing the towns doings from his fur.

His idle stride paused at the end of the main street which continued forth into the more crumbled and decayed east side of town, a place that parents forbade their children from going to in fear of being killed in a building collapse or being stolen by nomads or worse. To either side stretched small alleys, leading to more closed stalls and barricaded windows, eventually leading out into the waste lands. Inhaling deeply, he smelled the smoke from the fires keeping the towns people warm and the strange mixes of foods traded or hunted that day. Nothing seemed out of the normal. Nothing seemed interesting...

[Tina]

(so would we be part of the same gang or each have our own?)

[drakewithout]

can i join

[Tina]

Name: Alice Gardner
Gender: Female
Species: Gargoyle Gecko
Age: 35
Gang: Belongs to a small band of mercenaries. There are five others in her troop all of them some form of a reptile that belongs to the desert. Known as The Leather Skins, they are a fairly elite group and Alice is their leader.
Height: 5.6
Scale color: see picture ( looks about the same)
Hair: Alice has medium length warm black straight hair.
Piercings: has a metal stud on her tongue.
Personality:
Fairly level headed even in intense situations
Doesn't like to show weakness to anyone, but her team knows she has a heart.
Very protective of her team and emphasizes the fact that they are a family, even if they aren't related.
She knows when to use diplomacy and when to shove a gun to someone's head.
She doesn't like asking for help, hates it in fact.
Is still looking for a mate, but will not take anyone who doesn't treat as an equal or try to win her with gifts.



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[Dazi]

You can join if you wish Drake. You can be part of the Karg or a nomad or part of another gang, whatever you wish to be ^^

[Tina]

What about me?

[Udldu]

I assume I'm able to join as well?

[Dazi]

I assumed you were already playing Vi Vi and sure Wee ^^ I have the starter post up

[Tina]

Oh...I thought you had to approve me.

[Udldu]

((EDIT: I killed this RP. AAAAAAGGGGGHHH))

Name: Weeshi
Gender: Male
Species: Mouse
Age: 17
Gang: Karg
Height: 5'6"
Colors: Grey fur all around
Scars: Faded scar on right hand's palm
Piercings: None

Personality:
Incidental recklessness
Tries to be emotionless if angry
Can become violent
Inconsiderate of most others
Sneaky
Thief
Curious
Minimal paranoia
Skilled in melee weaponry (keeps two knives with him at all times)
Fair stamina

Weeshi never thinks to bring up a conversation or to interrupt Temno unless an extremely urgent situation happens to arise. He always considers it a matter of life and death for himself if Temno becomes enraged. Weeshi therefore thinks it wise to always leave him alone except when talked to. In his mind, all he just wants is to stay alive.

He almost always tends to himself, such as now, hunting for any sort of materials buried under brick, stone and rubble. He has thought of everyone else that have in trouble or even in peril; multiple times has Weeshi come across them. But he nearly never meddles with them. Only a few times has he decided to go up and fight with the troublemakers with the knives he has under his worn-out coat. He always takes a few bruises and a couple cuts before out-strengthening them, leaving slices on them.

As he stares out into the crumbled part of town in the east, he wonders what the wastelands must be like, trying to survive out there. He wonders even more as he thinks about what the past must have been like, before all of this has happened. All completely obscured history.

Weeshi keeps daring himself to go into the decaying buildings, wondering if there may be something that would be useful to him and maybe Karg. But nonetheless, he talks himself out of it. Weeshi walks back to the headquarters through the street with a fire axe, trying as always to remain inconspicuous, whilst looking left-to-right.

[Tina]

(Is this rp alive?)

[Udldu]

((Not as long as Dazi isn't. He's long gone now.))