See you on the beach! NPF RP Interest Thread!

[Girasol of Chaos]

Name: Riley S- wait, are you a fae? You don’t get my name.

Concept: C-I’m a tattoo artist? Yeah. Yeah that’s all, just another slave to the needle.

Description: Uh, I really need to get back to where I was going. Like I haven’t ever been to a real beach but my friends need me. This whole thing is really jarring, I feel like I’m in Narnia or somethin. Oh GOD did I fall into the-*smudge*

Appearance: Uhm….I’ve got blonde hair and blue eyes? About yaeh high and I definitely am not wearing a jacket for no reason. I uh… I have a skin condition. Makes me pale, sunburn easily and all that. Of course it’s mine! Why else would it be stained with reddish brown paint and appear charred in some places? No, you didn’t see tats on me that would be silly. And the scar on my face is from a car crash, certainly not from something trying to tear it off.

Personality: Is this a dating service? I don’t think I ca-should date anybody. I guess I’m shy and skittish, though. Not interested in dating, I need to get back to my friends. James would say I’m almost suicidal, but that’s silly. He’s silly. I just have weird hobbies. Hobbies that involve fire sometimes. Did I mention that it’s a really bad idea for me to kiss you? It’s bad. Don’t do it. I have uh…cold sores. Yeah. Super gross.

Abilities:
The Worst Vampire: What? No. No. Riley’s not a vampire, whatever gave you that idea? Vampires are big, tough, scary and strong, and they like to stalk people and stuff. Riley’s just pale from her skin condition and tries to stay in the shade. She also is especially fond of a mysterious red slushy flavor and has some sharp incisors. What war wounds? There’s not even a scratch on her. There never was. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Olympic: Riley does a lot of parkour and has an unusual set of hobbies, including surfing cars, running away from gh-dogs. Big dogs. And uh…swimming. Yes. All of these activities have made her very swift and have quick reflexes. It’d take a god or something to hit her in full run. Or a super super…something. Yeah.

Bonfire: Riley most certainly does not catch on fire when she comes in contact with flame. She also most certainly does not turn into a killing machine when this happens. Please do not try to set Riley on fire for everyone’s safety.

Temporary Tats?: There are no tats. Especially not full-body black tats that were administered from a holy group. No, they do not glow red when she is starving, what are you talking about? There are no tats.

Equipment: Of course I don’t have a gun. What on earth are you talking about? I certainly don’t keep a pist-ahem. If I did have a gun I most certainly would only supply normal ammo. Completely normal ammo.

Why these? That’s just a set of gloves, just in case. My hands burn easily, you see.

Lighter? Oh yeah that one. My buddy is a smoker, so I try to keep it on hand for him. That’s all. Hm? No, of course I don’t set anything on fire with it. That would be stupid. Just for smokes.

My ribbon is a sedimental item. Please don’t ask why. It is a nice shade of pink though, isn’t it? And it feels so nice on my neck…

There’s absolutely no story as to why I keep a genuine meteorite in my shoe. It is certainly not a replacement. Consider it a good luck charm, protection, if you will.

Protection from INVINCIBLE WEREWOLVES. AHAHAHAH-*it seems to end in another smudge*

[Dracorion]

Name: stgawa srakra cwbgree fqooqo zebrek salakk, "spectacularHellion"
Concept: ummm i like guns and toys and colors and stuff
Description: well im from a planet called alternia where theres a ton of trolls and stuff and me and my pal twinkleberry were playing guns and innocents in our yard and we kind of ran too far end ended up in this beach it was kinda weird anyway i like guns and toys and colors and stuff like i said you know like last time me and twinkleberry were playing hide and seek and he jumped into a robot and whacked me around i tried shooting him but shotguns arent so good against robots go figure and i thought the robot was going to kill me but then twinkleberry came out and we just laughed and went back to playing with my plushes it ruaf greant and tgir,cklsd playing bombs and stuf and 9eiguiemc furwu7qdm
Appearance:

Personality: well im kinda laid back and relaxed i just like to have fun and stuff but my friends tell me im kinda dumb and get distraooh toys
Abilities:
Shotguns: well ive got this shotgun kind strife specibus which means i can use a shotgun like a pro without ever having to practice or anything its pretty cool

Troll: trolls can take a lot more damage and heal faster than other races i think i guess thats how it is but for me thats how its always been but i guess its pretty handy

Knight of Space: this is my title and powers in the game me and my friends are playing but so far i dont know what i can actually do i guess well find out i bet its something really cool

b100 b100d: i dont know why i tiped it like that anyway im kinda high up the blood caste thing which i dont really care for but it kinda makes me resistant to mind control and stuff that other trolls can use i guess also my blood glowns in the dark which is really neat but it hurts making it come out so i dont do that often

Equipment:
Shotgunkind: yeah this is my strife specibus that lets me use shotguns and i think keeps supplying me with bullets

Pictionary Modus: right this is my fetch modus its really neat i just draw something and it gets captchalogued and it can even be something really big i can even draw something i dont have and get a ghost image of it which gives me the code which means i can alchemize stuff i dont have

Alchemiter: its this thing from this game me and my friends are playing that we can use to invent stuff, its great, it makes cruxite which you take to the totem lathe to shape and then you take it back and stick it in there and it makes the thing the cruxite stands for

Totem Lathe: you just stick a card in this thing and put a cruxite and it spins the cruxite and shapes it like a vase its really neat to watch i like to just make a ton of cruxites just to look at it go

Punch Designix: its this thing you put a card into and type in a code and it punches the code into the card so that you can put it in the totem lathe and shape the cruxite, i like watching it punch cards just like i like watching the totem lathe

Husktop: just a computer i carry around for chatting with my friends me and twinkleberry used it to put the alchemiter and the totem lathe and the punch designix down on the beach to make fun stuff

[Intern Nin]

Give me a moment.
Edit: Base!
Name: Kevin Ugutz Gonzales (AKA Kug the Pizza Barbarian)

Concept: Teenage pizzeria kitchen employee turned barbarian warrior.

Description: Once upon a time, there was small pizzeria on the outskirts of Brick, New Jersey that purportedly made the best chicken pesto pizza in the world. It also happened to be next-door to a laboratory doing experiments with miniaturized large hadron colliders and trinitrotoluene. Miraculously, the explosion that occurred somehow transported a part-time cook, along with a kitchen full of cooking utensils, to the wilds of a savage alien planet in another dimension. The teen that would be known as Kug grew fierce and strong thanks to his never ending struggles against the beasts, sentient plants, and the in-but-also-sorta-kinda-human natives of this new world. Many volumes worth of pulp adventure ensued and, in time, he became a pizzeria owner in his own right. But those are stories for another time.

This story is about another coincidental explosion that seems to have transported Kug to some sort of pan-dimensional beach. Oh those silly explosions.

Appearance: Kug is 6 feet 8 inches (2.032 meters) of tanned and toned muscles, some which don’t seem to make any sense. He has an anime-ish mane of hair that go down to his butt and a face that, even after years of abuse, can only described as “action movie hero handsome”. He is clad in some pulp adventure barbarian fur spankies as well as an apron made from some sort of animal leather that's emblazoned with the words “Antonio’s Pizza”.

Personality: Many people who know Kug will assure you that once he’s determined that you are indeed not “a disease-ridden son of a bitch who would try to kill Kug just as soon as look at Kug and needs to be bisected immediately!”, he is simply a righteous and cool fellow. He generally prefers to use violence and savagery to solve whatever problem is at hand, but that’s not to say that Kug won’t use a bit of his ole impressive (if a bit contrived) cunning when the situation calls for it. It should be noted that years of speaking in alien syntax causes Kug to sometimes lapse into a speech pattern not unlike that of a fictional green super-person.

Abilities:
Far above average strength and agility: Kug is as strong as ten reasonably athletic mortal men and nimbler than Jack could ever hope to be.

Pie-maker Supreme: A couple decades of living on a mostly desolate world has taught Kug how to make do with whatever is available. These days his pizza-making skills are honed to the point where he can make an awesomely delicious pie out of just about anything.

Equipment:
Arroz: The pizza paddle Kug arrived with was destroyed in a confrontation too epic to be described. He’s since replaced it with a new paddle made from the super rare “Ned” iron native to the unpronounceable alien world Kug currently inhabits. The paddle, nicknamed Arroz, is a wickedly badass-looking paddle with its edges sharpened to a razor point. There’s no telling how the Ned metal in this weapon will react in a new dimension. Why it could even… act like an ordinary metal weapon.

Cooking implements: An assortment of sharp utensils ranging from graters to mezzalunas . Don’t ask where he’s keeping these things.

Barbarian wear: Briefs and an apron made from some kind of an alien beast. It had a lot of teeth and not just in its mouth.

[Shyria Dracnoir]

[There'll be something here soon enough]

[See, told you]

Name: Gleek (covername 'Robyee Shankyeaargh')

Race: Kobold

Gender: Male

Classes: Rogue

Concept: Elite special espionage agent on a top secret assignment for a mysterious and powerful patronShyria "persuaded" him to take a vacation after he infected every computer in the lair with an email virus by not understanding what "Reply All" meant.

Description: Every self-respecting dragon has to keep an eye on the competition, and that's where special agents like Gleek come in. Key word, "like." Less so Gleek himself, whose enthusiasm, training and occasional flashes of brilliance are hampered by him being otherwise dumber than a sack of especially dumb hammers. Still, the important thing is that he tries.

Appearance: Standard D&D 3.5 kobold with matte gray scales and yellow eyes (under goggles).

Outfit: Lizardy-sized stealth suit (complete with goggles) generally worn underneath additional disguises (current cover is a floral print Hawaiian shirt, a straw hat and a pair of hot pink sunglasses taped over the spy goggles).

Personality: Insatiably curious, Gleek has to stick his nose where it doesn't belong; it's his job after all. Tries to avoid fighting fair wherever possibly; when he's on the winning side, he's confident and a touch sadistic. When he losing, he hides in the nearest convenient space and hopes the enemy doesn't find him. Dislikes being underestimated on account of being a three-foot skinny lizardy thing, but knows how to exploit being overlooked. Can get sucked into a fight easily depending on his temper and how likely he can rig a possibly confrontation in his favor. Isn't afraid of trying to persuadecon others into unofficial meatshield duty. Crafty, but often overestimates his own intelligence.

Abilities: Standard hacker/espionage skillset, executed with the intellect and subtlety of a tank chase through Moscow. Thankfully his small size and speed can help him dodge whatever danger he gets into. Previous experience has made him skilled at picking out a convenient dark corner or air vent to hide in. Prefers ambush tactics in both ranged and melee (his preferred enemy is a tie between the jugular vein, the Achilles tendon and the kneecaps). Possesses the standard kobold weaknesses of overall frailty and supreme distrust of gnomes, gnomish/fey-like beings and direct sunlight.

Equipment: Mechanical lockpick set (can pick most cheap, commercially available physical locks with relative ease, stalls out against more expensive or custom-made bolts), electronic lock scrambler (utility drops off over anything more complicated than a hotel room card reader), hand crossbow with live bolts, tranquilizer bolts and grappling bolt ammo), zipline wire, multiple combat knives tucked into increasingly obscure places, (badly) forged identification paperwork.

[Arhra]

Ah, hmmm. I've spent much more of the past few days unconscious than I'd intended and, so, tomorrow.

Gira: Riley shouldn't worry so much! I'm sure there are absolutely no werewolves, vampires hunters or... well, OK, there's a few pyromaniacs.

Drac: Zebrek might want to alchemise himself up some sunglasses! Where's he getting the precious grist anyway?

Nin: Kug must make pizza for everyone. This is what is good in life.

Shyria: His name is Bold. Ko Bold.

I'm starting to find it slightly worrying how many light sensitive people are going to the beach! Masochism?!

[Dracorion]

Originally Posted by Arhra

Drac: Zebrek might want to alchemise himself up some sunglasses! Where's he getting the precious grist anyway?

Some sunblock, too.

And as it happens, when you hold a crab down and pull its legs until they pop out, grist comes out.

[Arhra]

We have ignition!

Feel free to do your own thing!

[mauve]

Wow I am sooooooo out of practice when it comes to creative writing. >.<

[Shyria Dracnoir]

Ended up doodling this while waiting for the first post to go up. May as well post it.

[Arhra]

Haha, that picture is amazing Shyria.

As for crabs, well, I had this image jump to mind when I saw there was a kobold in a bin.



Apparently coconut crabs basically fill the same niche as pigeons! Down to getting up on unoccupied tables and eating your scraps.