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Below will be the gathering place for all of my various characters, their details, and the roleplays they are involved in. As much as this is used to keep my own thoughts aligned and easily referenced while playing these scenes, it is a showcase of the types and range of characters in which I have embodied. Feel free to peruse and enjoy.
Character Name / Setting / Scene Name
Character Name / Setting / Scene Name
Donnie Carpenter
The Dirt Wolves MC:
Featuring: Mikaela Corvid / Laura Lenore / WeebxDweeb / Vicio Reaux / Ashleigh Lealia Ausra / Furanda / Veronica Lealia Alympos
"Set in a modern day world, in a town that was once known for its bustling agricultural and manufacturing community, the only thing left that fuels Tira, Nevada's economy is the booze, bikes, and the brawls that come with being the associated home chapter of the notorious Dirt Wolves - an infamous 1%er outlaw motorcycle club - the only problem is, business isn't as great as it used to be. With the former leadership of the Dirt Wolves being locked up after a drawn out federal investigation case, the gang is on thin ice trying to make ends meet, and that means they're looking to avenue's that they've never touched before. In an organization rooted in the days of old by an aging council of leadership, the new blood aims to bring in the much needed money in whatever means they can - and that means drugs, bodies, sex, and any number of things that go 'Boom'.
With their rival Motorcycle Club breathing down their neck and putting pressure on them to give up their territory or face being patched(taken) over, the team will have to pull out a miracle to find themselves back on top as the kings and queens of the road, all the while jumping the hurdles of their rivals, the law, and worst of all, some of their own members...
"
Age
41
Appearance
Tall, broad, and lean for a man of his age range but certainly graced by the silvery wisdom that comes with it, as it laces heavily into what was once no doubt jet black locks that are slicked neatly back atop his head with a handsome part to one side and a trimmed beard. His tattoos tell a story of a life of hardship and a few look like they could easily be prison ink. His eyes an intense shade of blue-green and his smile, is a sharp white against his leathery skin.
Brief History
Cool, Calm, and Charismatic - Enter 'Donnie' Carpenter. At the age of 41 he's far from the young timer he once was when his father founded the Dirty Wolves MC of Tira, Nevada. It was somewhat of a destiny to be in how Donnie came to be the President of the MC and frankly, it would have been more surprising if he hadn't been a member than when he had become one. Having been a hang around for longer than most people have been riding motorcycles, it was second nature when he stepped in as a lackey prospect. From cleaning bar tops, to running drink errands, to picking up dry-cleaning, Donnie was everyone's favorite and most reliable gopher - until he landed a stint in prison for assault when someone stepped out of line and he put hands on them...a little too much. If anything, prison just hardened him from a boy into a man and he came out with the kind of edge a man only gets from being inside of lockdown 23/7 but he never lost that smile. When his father and the rest of the founding crew got wrapped up in the federal investigation and put behind bars, Donnie was the natural choice of new President, and he aims to bring the MC into the new century, and really bring to life what the term 'Outlaw' really means.
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The Dirt Wolves MC:
Featuring: Mikaela Corvid / Laura Lenore / WeebxDweeb / Vicio Reaux / Ashleigh Lealia Ausra / Furanda / Veronica Lealia Alympos
"Set in a modern day world, in a town that was once known for its bustling agricultural and manufacturing community, the only thing left that fuels Tira, Nevada's economy is the booze, bikes, and the brawls that come with being the associated home chapter of the notorious Dirt Wolves - an infamous 1%er outlaw motorcycle club - the only problem is, business isn't as great as it used to be. With the former leadership of the Dirt Wolves being locked up after a drawn out federal investigation case, the gang is on thin ice trying to make ends meet, and that means they're looking to avenue's that they've never touched before. In an organization rooted in the days of old by an aging council of leadership, the new blood aims to bring in the much needed money in whatever means they can - and that means drugs, bodies, sex, and any number of things that go 'Boom'.
With their rival Motorcycle Club breathing down their neck and putting pressure on them to give up their territory or face being patched(taken) over, the team will have to pull out a miracle to find themselves back on top as the kings and queens of the road, all the while jumping the hurdles of their rivals, the law, and worst of all, some of their own members...
"
Age
41
Appearance
Tall, broad, and lean for a man of his age range but certainly graced by the silvery wisdom that comes with it, as it laces heavily into what was once no doubt jet black locks that are slicked neatly back atop his head with a handsome part to one side and a trimmed beard. His tattoos tell a story of a life of hardship and a few look like they could easily be prison ink. His eyes an intense shade of blue-green and his smile, is a sharp white against his leathery skin.
Brief History
Cool, Calm, and Charismatic - Enter 'Donnie' Carpenter. At the age of 41 he's far from the young timer he once was when his father founded the Dirty Wolves MC of Tira, Nevada. It was somewhat of a destiny to be in how Donnie came to be the President of the MC and frankly, it would have been more surprising if he hadn't been a member than when he had become one. Having been a hang around for longer than most people have been riding motorcycles, it was second nature when he stepped in as a lackey prospect. From cleaning bar tops, to running drink errands, to picking up dry-cleaning, Donnie was everyone's favorite and most reliable gopher - until he landed a stint in prison for assault when someone stepped out of line and he put hands on them...a little too much. If anything, prison just hardened him from a boy into a man and he came out with the kind of edge a man only gets from being inside of lockdown 23/7 but he never lost that smile. When his father and the rest of the founding crew got wrapped up in the federal investigation and put behind bars, Donnie was the natural choice of new President, and he aims to bring the MC into the new century, and really bring to life what the term 'Outlaw' really means.
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Galen Ray
Vengeance in Texas
Featuring: Mikaela Corvid
"A rough and tumble Wild-West RP where two surviving bandits of a notorious outlaw gang have been double crossed and their journey to get revenge on those who left them for dead..."
Age
Early 30's
Appearance
Standing at just barely 6'0 in height, Galen is rather lean of build and gritty of appearance. His hair is a chestnut brown and trimmed short but far from what could be called 'neat' and the perpetual presence of a 5-o-clock shadow along his square jaw. His frame is one that has seen the harshes of the desert sun and is leathery to match, though much to the surprise of those around him, his teeth are remarkably white and when he smiles, it casts a bright contrast against his sunkissed and rugged complexion.
Brief History
Not established in detail, though formely a member of a notorious outlaw gang with Delilah (Mikaela) and then left for dead after a botched robbery after the gang linked up with a man called 'Shade' who must have convinced them to pin the robbery on Galen and Delilah.
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Vengeance in Texas
Featuring: Mikaela Corvid
"A rough and tumble Wild-West RP where two surviving bandits of a notorious outlaw gang have been double crossed and their journey to get revenge on those who left them for dead..."
Age
Early 30's
Appearance
Standing at just barely 6'0 in height, Galen is rather lean of build and gritty of appearance. His hair is a chestnut brown and trimmed short but far from what could be called 'neat' and the perpetual presence of a 5-o-clock shadow along his square jaw. His frame is one that has seen the harshes of the desert sun and is leathery to match, though much to the surprise of those around him, his teeth are remarkably white and when he smiles, it casts a bright contrast against his sunkissed and rugged complexion.
Brief History
Not established in detail, though formely a member of a notorious outlaw gang with Delilah (Mikaela) and then left for dead after a botched robbery after the gang linked up with a man called 'Shade' who must have convinced them to pin the robbery on Galen and Delilah.
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Jack 'Tak-Tak' Harrow
A Cold New World
Featuring: Elf Kitty
"Having lost her husband to a devastating accident, Amelia(Elf Kitty) turns to cryogenics under the impression that in the future, she would be able to forget about the pain she felt, and the next time she would awaken - the world has ended and she finds herself alone. The first person she meets... is a man who has a striking resemblance to her husband."
Age
30
Appearance
He's seen better days, then again, so has the rest of society. At just over 6'2 in height, he is considered a somewhat tall man and one who has certainly been topside and through the desert wastes that most people would associate with having a death wish. His hair is jet black and short enough to not be a hassle but long enough to be perpetually windblown by the thick, nearly toxic air when not under a ballcap. His features are sharp and pointed with an attentive set of blue-green eyes and angular features which would extend to that of his jawline if it wasn't covered in a full beard that seems to never be fully clear of various specks of gritty sand and grime.
Brief History
Jack Harrow was a survivor, just like everyone else. The difference was in a world where people banded together in order to survive he'd managed to grind through thirty grueling years without managing to suck a pile of glass dust into his lungs and become lunch-munch for a pack of rabid dogs or a travelling caravan with a penchant for human flesh as some kind of distorted delicacy.
A former 'waster' as they were called, a roaming scavenger who explored the wastes looking for lost civilizations to explore and salvage, in the last few years, Jack had taken over as the closest thing to what could be considered a 'lawman' of the small outpost lovingly referred to as 'Target City' - but he hasn't lost what drove him to become a waster in the first place, his love of finding what had never been found for hundreds of years.
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A Cold New World
Featuring: Elf Kitty
"Having lost her husband to a devastating accident, Amelia(Elf Kitty) turns to cryogenics under the impression that in the future, she would be able to forget about the pain she felt, and the next time she would awaken - the world has ended and she finds herself alone. The first person she meets... is a man who has a striking resemblance to her husband."
Age
30
Appearance
He's seen better days, then again, so has the rest of society. At just over 6'2 in height, he is considered a somewhat tall man and one who has certainly been topside and through the desert wastes that most people would associate with having a death wish. His hair is jet black and short enough to not be a hassle but long enough to be perpetually windblown by the thick, nearly toxic air when not under a ballcap. His features are sharp and pointed with an attentive set of blue-green eyes and angular features which would extend to that of his jawline if it wasn't covered in a full beard that seems to never be fully clear of various specks of gritty sand and grime.
Brief History
Jack Harrow was a survivor, just like everyone else. The difference was in a world where people banded together in order to survive he'd managed to grind through thirty grueling years without managing to suck a pile of glass dust into his lungs and become lunch-munch for a pack of rabid dogs or a travelling caravan with a penchant for human flesh as some kind of distorted delicacy.
A former 'waster' as they were called, a roaming scavenger who explored the wastes looking for lost civilizations to explore and salvage, in the last few years, Jack had taken over as the closest thing to what could be considered a 'lawman' of the small outpost lovingly referred to as 'Target City' - but he hasn't lost what drove him to become a waster in the first place, his love of finding what had never been found for hundreds of years.
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Harland 'Hurc' Crane
Bridgeport City Blues
Featuring: WeebxDweeb
"The future happened, and it sucked. Big corporations are everywhere and the class divide is so bad they literally made different tiers for people to live on. Ashton's(WeebxDweeb) friend was working on something big to bring down the divide and punish the upper class for their greed - and then he dissapeared. Having planted it in Ashton before his disappearance, she forms a group of fixers to help push the virus into the heart of the corporate empire"
Age
27
Appearance
Harland is a lean and rather well honed man of action - at least mostly man. Standing at 6'1 in height he is neither giant or short though the presence of a hefty array of cybernetics that dance from the side of his skull downward to interface with a pair of metallic arms suggests he could likely crush a skull much in the way that a hammer does a walnut. His hair is a dark raven black, with near blue hues in the constant presence of neon found in the slum sector and shaved high on both sides, slicked back nonchalant and framing his cyberwear. His eyes, in what used to be a midnight brown, dark enough to be considered black at times, were lined with small circuits that danced with light in complete darkness, and in certain circumstances people have said they can even turn mirrorlike. Tattoos dance across his collar bone near perpetually present by his habit of wearing V-neck t-shirts of solid colors and paired with some sort of vest or jacket, generally with the sleeves pushed to the elbow. His style is what many refer to a 'neo street' and although he's a perpetual slummer like the rest of the red sector, it's clear he's made a buck or two doing god can only imagine what.
Brief History
Like most people, Harland was just another one of life's many fucking mistakes. His mom was a black rose, which was a fancy way of saying she sucked dick for creds, but apparently she'd done more than that on one or two occasions because Harland got here some how, and he sure as fuck wasn't well acquainted with his father who probably paid his tab and bounced outta' town. He grew up like a lot of other kids, a street urchin. He was always an outspoken rough and tumble kind of kid who was always getting in scraps over a cred or two, and getting in trouble with the private security bots that passed off as 'police' in the slum district. Until he started taking up boxing that is. Harland was one hell of a boxer, and I mean one -hell- of a boxer. He'd taken his rightful place on the underground bare knuckles circuit a time or two and won a decent profit off the fighting as well. But that's the problem with illegal fighting, you get illegal people. He'd lost once or twice, it happens, nobody's perfect, and on one of the rare occasions that he did, he lost the wrong man a LOT of money, and they decided to take it out by taking Harlands arms... both of them. Long story short, Harland got a new set of top notch cybernetics on loan, and jacked up the asshole who cut them off for the money, since then he's been somewhat of an infamous enforcer of any two bit street thug who couldn't get their money and earned the nickname 'Hurc' - a lot of people think it's short for Hercules, that ancient strong god guy. Truth be told it's just laziness from combining 'Harland' and 'Crane' and 'Harc' rolling off the tongue wrong. He doesn't bother to correct people though, it does good things for his rep.
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Bridgeport City Blues
Featuring: WeebxDweeb
"The future happened, and it sucked. Big corporations are everywhere and the class divide is so bad they literally made different tiers for people to live on. Ashton's(WeebxDweeb) friend was working on something big to bring down the divide and punish the upper class for their greed - and then he dissapeared. Having planted it in Ashton before his disappearance, she forms a group of fixers to help push the virus into the heart of the corporate empire"
Age
27
Appearance
Harland is a lean and rather well honed man of action - at least mostly man. Standing at 6'1 in height he is neither giant or short though the presence of a hefty array of cybernetics that dance from the side of his skull downward to interface with a pair of metallic arms suggests he could likely crush a skull much in the way that a hammer does a walnut. His hair is a dark raven black, with near blue hues in the constant presence of neon found in the slum sector and shaved high on both sides, slicked back nonchalant and framing his cyberwear. His eyes, in what used to be a midnight brown, dark enough to be considered black at times, were lined with small circuits that danced with light in complete darkness, and in certain circumstances people have said they can even turn mirrorlike. Tattoos dance across his collar bone near perpetually present by his habit of wearing V-neck t-shirts of solid colors and paired with some sort of vest or jacket, generally with the sleeves pushed to the elbow. His style is what many refer to a 'neo street' and although he's a perpetual slummer like the rest of the red sector, it's clear he's made a buck or two doing god can only imagine what.
Brief History
Like most people, Harland was just another one of life's many fucking mistakes. His mom was a black rose, which was a fancy way of saying she sucked dick for creds, but apparently she'd done more than that on one or two occasions because Harland got here some how, and he sure as fuck wasn't well acquainted with his father who probably paid his tab and bounced outta' town. He grew up like a lot of other kids, a street urchin. He was always an outspoken rough and tumble kind of kid who was always getting in scraps over a cred or two, and getting in trouble with the private security bots that passed off as 'police' in the slum district. Until he started taking up boxing that is. Harland was one hell of a boxer, and I mean one -hell- of a boxer. He'd taken his rightful place on the underground bare knuckles circuit a time or two and won a decent profit off the fighting as well. But that's the problem with illegal fighting, you get illegal people. He'd lost once or twice, it happens, nobody's perfect, and on one of the rare occasions that he did, he lost the wrong man a LOT of money, and they decided to take it out by taking Harlands arms... both of them. Long story short, Harland got a new set of top notch cybernetics on loan, and jacked up the asshole who cut them off for the money, since then he's been somewhat of an infamous enforcer of any two bit street thug who couldn't get their money and earned the nickname 'Hurc' - a lot of people think it's short for Hercules, that ancient strong god guy. Truth be told it's just laziness from combining 'Harland' and 'Crane' and 'Harc' rolling off the tongue wrong. He doesn't bother to correct people though, it does good things for his rep.
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Marcus 'Mav' Avarnus
WH40K: Veritas Crusade
Featuring: Volvagia
"With the forces of Chaos wanting to confiscate a nearly-completed emporer-class starship and incorporate it into a powerful system destroyer they're building by scavenging the power of nearly 100 starships, Lieutenant Charlotte "Char" Metzger (Volvagia) of the Imperial Guard is suddenly promoted to the commanding Colonel of the entire outpost being overrun when her command is destroyed. Her first command was to initiate a distress call, and summon the forces of the Adeptus Astartes to their aid - little did she know that Brother-Captain Marvus Avarnus of the prestigious Grey Knights loomed nearby"
Age
230
Though looks as if he is a battle hardened mid-thirty-something
Appearance
By humanities standards, there is not a single bystander who would not regard Marcus as 'Gigantic' - standing at the very least a head and shoulder above most of humanity as a whole he rests at nearly 7'5 in height and is nearly as wide as he is tall with an expansive set of mounded shoulders and a well defined torso of laboriously defined physique sculpted by not only the Emporer's Geneseed but by a life consisting of over a century of constant war. His chest is laden with tattoos that depict his dedication to his cause of purging Xenos and the scars which are bared with them. His hair, which was once black in color is peppered with the shades of grey at the temples and his jaw, which looks like it could sport a beard at a moments notice is just that, shadowed by the former presence of hair. His eyes an inhumanely frost blue of electric tenacity that actually emit a dim glow of barely latent psyker energy.
Brief History
Brother-Captain of the 9th Brotherhood of the Grey Knights, Ordo Militant of the infamous Inquisitor sector, has been a reigning Astartes for over two-hundred years. His latent abilities as a Psyker and devout courage against the taint of chaos caused him to be elected to receive the gene-seed of the Emporer himself. A veteran of hundreds of various wars against the forces of chaos and the daemons of the warp, he has served as the Brother-Captain of the established 9th Brotherhood for near eight centuries and has yet to find his release in battle against the dark gods known as Daemons. With the threat of a chaos impending on the once purged planet of Veritas, he has been elected by his Grand-Master to serve as the leader of a small expedition of his brothers, to the surface of the world Veritas and link with the Imperial Guard to insure the holy planet of Veritas be redeemed and purged of the presence of chaos and the important Emporer-Class Starship is salvaged.
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WH40K: Veritas Crusade
Featuring: Volvagia
"With the forces of Chaos wanting to confiscate a nearly-completed emporer-class starship and incorporate it into a powerful system destroyer they're building by scavenging the power of nearly 100 starships, Lieutenant Charlotte "Char" Metzger (Volvagia) of the Imperial Guard is suddenly promoted to the commanding Colonel of the entire outpost being overrun when her command is destroyed. Her first command was to initiate a distress call, and summon the forces of the Adeptus Astartes to their aid - little did she know that Brother-Captain Marvus Avarnus of the prestigious Grey Knights loomed nearby"
Age
230
Though looks as if he is a battle hardened mid-thirty-something
Appearance
By humanities standards, there is not a single bystander who would not regard Marcus as 'Gigantic' - standing at the very least a head and shoulder above most of humanity as a whole he rests at nearly 7'5 in height and is nearly as wide as he is tall with an expansive set of mounded shoulders and a well defined torso of laboriously defined physique sculpted by not only the Emporer's Geneseed but by a life consisting of over a century of constant war. His chest is laden with tattoos that depict his dedication to his cause of purging Xenos and the scars which are bared with them. His hair, which was once black in color is peppered with the shades of grey at the temples and his jaw, which looks like it could sport a beard at a moments notice is just that, shadowed by the former presence of hair. His eyes an inhumanely frost blue of electric tenacity that actually emit a dim glow of barely latent psyker energy.
Brief History
Brother-Captain of the 9th Brotherhood of the Grey Knights, Ordo Militant of the infamous Inquisitor sector, has been a reigning Astartes for over two-hundred years. His latent abilities as a Psyker and devout courage against the taint of chaos caused him to be elected to receive the gene-seed of the Emporer himself. A veteran of hundreds of various wars against the forces of chaos and the daemons of the warp, he has served as the Brother-Captain of the established 9th Brotherhood for near eight centuries and has yet to find his release in battle against the dark gods known as Daemons. With the threat of a chaos impending on the once purged planet of Veritas, he has been elected by his Grand-Master to serve as the leader of a small expedition of his brothers, to the surface of the world Veritas and link with the Imperial Guard to insure the holy planet of Veritas be redeemed and purged of the presence of chaos and the important Emporer-Class Starship is salvaged.
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