Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Posted Image

Welcome to One Piece RP. We hope you enjoy your visit.

Set sail with your own, unique character in the world of One Piece! Make some friends, join a crew, and sail to adventure!

Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
A Peachy Good Time
Topic Started: Feb 6 2017, 08:45 AM (1,228 Views)
nuxxon
Member Avatar
>...........<
[ *  * ]
"Well I'm not the captain after all, come on errand boy lets follow the beast to the end of the world and beyond!" he said making his voice sound stupid and immature before going towards its end and being in the blonde guys face about it. Though he soon realized that Henry had no idea where he was going in some miraculous way they finally found themselves in front of the large hospital doors once again. As they went inside they found the ill-wretched nurse standing behind the counter again, she's mostly ill-wretched because Fitz hates nurses to a certain point, at least at a certain point of the day or when his stamina just isn't there.

As he walked up to the receptionist he spoke fast and ill-mannered to a certain point, but he needed to get his point across and that's fast! He really wanted to kick the shit out of that guy after all, and he couldn't if he didn't know any weaknesses or strengths, or anything that is about to happen. He needed to know the facts before the fiction and Idoro was hopefully the man that had this.

"Oi lady, wheres Idoro put in? We were the once that checked him in and wanted to see if he's alright." he said, looking at the suspicious receptionist, she quickly said "Room 115, take the stairs for two floors up then its on the corridor to the left!.".

He did as instructed having the rest of the guys wandering behind him, as they finally got up to the floor that they had been told of he went in and saw a door to his left marked as 115, this was it. As he walked through the door the stench of blood filled his nose though, and as he continued in he finally saw Idoro laying in a pool of his own blood on the nursing bed. He had been slaughtered, and probably by those marine scum! Now he was set on doing all of this, he needed to shut down this entire thing and that's fast, before anyone else falls under the wrath of these people!
Banner test

Sheepsu Approved
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
IceDragon
Member Avatar
Newbie
[ * ]
For some reason, Dragon was put off by the sight of Oshrin, so he made his way back downstairs. Maybe I should find a book to read or something. he thought sourly, It would make these last two days less dull.

Although, when he was on the ladder leading to the lower deck, the sight of Tysha's door being still open halted him. Sigh... now she's going to make a ruckus with people coming.

He stayed on the ladder for a moment, contemplating whether to run past her door quickly or speak to her and try to calm her down. He didn't know whether he had the patience for that conversation not to turn into an even bigger mess and attract the attention he's trying to avoid.

His thinking was interrupted by the sound of footsteps above him directly. He could tell they were two people, no doubt Oshrin and the Ensign who followed him around everywhere. Though it went against every rational thought he could have at that moment, he found himself quieting down and focusing to listen to what they were saying.

"...and when all the fighting is done and old man Potsberg dies, I will finally be hailed as a hero, and get that promotion I deserve." Oshrin's familiar deep voice finished speaking.

"Right you are sir. I can't believe those cranberry rebellious fools actually think you're on their side. hahahaha..." the shrill high pitched, almost comical, laugh of Ensign Strongman was as unpleasant as ever to Dragon's ears, though others seemed to find it funny, and would openly mock him for it when his back was turned, nicknaming him "Skweky".

The steps continued further, no doubt towards the few rooms on the captain quarters, which were situated at the farther back of the upper deck, and their voices faded away into incomprehensible noises before disappearing completely.

Dragon banged his head on a wall multiple times when they were far enough. These little shits are going to instigate some sort of rebellious war and try to assassinate the Captain of the marine base of the island in the mix. Dragon didn't know whether he was glad to discover this before it happened so he could warn the Captain, or if he was angry at himself for not staying out of trouble like he promised himself. That only lasted for a moment however, as the reality of his situation dawned on him, and all the joy was sucked out of the situation. He was probably the only person on that ship who wasn't loyal to Oshrin. And even if he was able to reach the marine base alive, he had no guarantee that he would be able to convince a captain who didn't know him of anything at all.

It was then that he heard more steps come onto deck, and this time there were clearly more than two. The crew were returning from whatever errand they had been on, and he had to go to his room for now. He had to think.
Dragon • Chief Petty Officer • Smith - Thief • WIPCommendations: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Awestralia – South Blue.
Able Black • ... • Weapon Specialist - Assassin • WIPBounty: 0 ::beli::SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Karate Island – South Blue.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
DocDissect
Member Avatar
Newbie
[ * ]
Gavril just shakes his head with a small sigh and decides not to concern himself with the ginger any more. The kid will learn in the hard way if he doesn't listen to anything else, that's for sure, but not from him. Picking needless fights should not be advocated by a marine and much less a by cleric. And that aside, they have something much more important on their hands.

He follows Sunglasses around with the patience of a replete St. Bernard till they finally arrive at the hospital. Once there he lets the ginger take the initiative and stays quiet, but definitely opens his ears when he hears the name of the guy. Idoro? He knows someone under that name. A fellow who has worked with marines often, in fact.

He silently prays to be wrong and when they get to the nursing room he bitterly acknowledges he was right.

Idoro, the informant. A reformed thief, as Gavril was told, and a repentant sinner. He's aided investigations before and proved to be a significant help. If anyone had an ear for dangerous rumors on the island, it was Idoro, and probably that was his undoing as well. Now here he lies, throat cut open so vicisouly he was almost decapitated, terror on his face. Poor, poor bastard.

"Rest, brother. I will pray for your soul tonight." - he murmurs as he gently closes the dead man's eyes. In fact, he would say a prayer right then and there if they had the time; but they don't.

"Hey, kid." - this time he turns to Sunglasses. The ginger proved to be uncooperative but the other one seemed mellow enough. - "Ask someone about his visitors, just to be on the safe side. Then we'll have a ship to visit, I believe."


//Sorry for the disappearance, guys, technical difficulties.//
Edited by DocDissect, Mar 21 2017, 03:26 PM.
The lucky, awesome few
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nuxxon
Member Avatar
>...........<
[ *  * ]
Even though he didn't like it, the blonde was right, it was the smartest thing to do, but why didn't they try to smack two flies in one sweep? "While you do that we need to revenge him, you can join up with us later after collecting the information, this all seems to be something big." he said with scarce in his voice, he never liked the smell of death.

As the blonde actually seemed to cooperate to one of his ideas for once, or at least he thought so they started walking down to the main floor again, Henry could handle himself of course, whatever happens, he's strong enough to protect himself. As they walked through the white dressed corridors and the horrible smell of every hospital ever they saw the light that was the outside. The inside of the hospital had been horribly grim and dark, fitting in with the whole "death resigns here" feeling. As they barged outside to the freedom that was nature the sun blinded them, the grass stood tall and the smell of peaches filled the air, they were out of the nightmare, for a moment at least.

As the looked to their right they could see the ocean, and the marines ships floating in the water. "It's time to hopefully end this whole thing, you don't like me and I don't like you, but lets just do this and then part ways, that's all we need each other for, and it isn't going to take long, so come on now Blonde-Boy..." he pauses for a moment as he lights a cigarette under his brown black tattered cowboy hat, before blowing out the smoke and continuing "Let's kick some ass.". The marines had crossed his path, they had barged way over the border, and he didn't like it. One. Bit.

He began running towards the ships, with the blonde tightly behind.

ooc
Edited by nuxxon, Mar 27 2017, 01:35 PM.
Banner test

Sheepsu Approved
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nuxxon
Member Avatar
>...........<
[ *  * ]
He saw the ships, as he continued with his traversing of the harsh cobblestone roads towards his goal, the blonde started to irritate him with his gobbering behind him, speaking of untold things and temples, is he a cleric or something? He saw quite the amount of marines readying a trip or something, as seen by them barging barrels of light wood in on their ships and crates the size of lions, this wasn't a bad trip they were going on.

But before any of that, he was going to have his revenge, and hopefully get out of all of this with a smile, and a new crew to sail the seas with. As he ran and ran he could smell food and alcohol, the whole docks reeked of it. All around them were stands stocked with fresh ingredients and smiths banging swords on anvils, a market place of booming activity, something which he hoped wouldn't interfere with the choice of beating down the marines right in front of them, the townspeople that is. As he could smell the peach-marinated smell of steaks on the grill filled his nose he looked behind him while running, seeing the lady from before in a stand with all of the good things that he had been wanting for an eternity after coming to this island. He had to return there after being done here.

"Oi blondey, lets go, we need to get those people, the main boss of the area is inside that ship probably, and if it isn't that then its the other one. Come on, cut the slack!" Fitz released out into the air as the blond started to fall off, he seemed to be interested in something else, pondering his mind about something that was probably out of question it seemed. They got closer and closer, and as such they reached their destination within minutes. They stood where the wind couldn't reach them, the sunset was shining red light over them as they looked towards the marines packing their cargo.

"OI you marine scum, I got a word to deal with you..!?"

Banner test

Sheepsu Approved
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
DocDissect
Member Avatar
Newbie
[ * ]
"I won't. Go and make yourself useful. You'll learn proper method, at least." - if you've ever seen a math teacher being angered by a bunch of lazy ten-year-olds, now that's very close to him at the moment. He might not be the type who's prone to go all hack 'n' slash for trivialities but clearly doesn't enjoy being bossed around by some random brat, either. And even if that wasn't the case his common sense would hold him back from this particular task. He doesn't want to get noticed even more. If this indeed was the work of marines, someone needs to be smeared; and he's the only one of them with any real authority. If he gets framed all three of them will find themselves on gibbets shortly after, that's as certain as there're ghosts at midday.

And he can't even say so. Well, he'll have to stop these two at some point, anyway...

He hopes Sunglasses heeds his words at the very least. The ginger won't, of that he's certain by now. But regardless whether they do so or not, Gavril skulks out of the hospital after them while trying to look as natural as possible. He'd have a shot at unassuming but when it comes to stealth he knows he can't aim big.

The little speech of the youngster, the persistent namecalling and the overwhelming confidence almost causes him to sneer. Fortunately he has a very strong sense of what appropriate and what isn't; otherwise he'd again have a chance to be kicked on the street in broad daylight. - Let's do so. But be humble. You may be overestimating yourself. - oh, how he'd like to teach him a lesson in humility. Gloom's name, probably will.

The time of decision was dangerously close when they finally reached the docks. He could not just storm one of their own ships with some bandit wannabe seething for revenge. And yet thy should act quickly, preferrably before his name becomes too tarnished not to get executed as part of a smear job... He prayed the captain in charge knew about the rampant corruption. He was a dutiful man - if he was also knowledgable and if Gavril's suspicions were right the cleric might as well get away with a commendation. If not, well, dishonorable discharge was the milder option for that scenario.

Gavril spots the marine crew just as quickly as the ginger does. To be honest, he doesn't really have any idea what to do. That youngling will attack, that's for sure. Should he join on the side of the marines?

He decides to make himself scarce instead. Thankfully the ginger was a bit ahead of him. A little before the other starts yelling at the navymen Gavril changes direction as an attempt to disappear among the townspeople. He'd want to remain unnoticed by the marines for just the time being. Maybe he can come up with a plan. If only he was better at improvising...
The lucky, awesome few
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nuxxon
Member Avatar
>...........<
[ *  * ]
"You creeps are going out, what you did to Idoro was wrong. Do you realise that? You made this happen..." Fitz said as he put on his hat slowly, then looking up with his dandling eyes towards them. He had fire in them, he knew that nothing would stop him, at least according to him. He needed to end this quickly and get out of here before sparring more attention. To avenge a comrades grave.

As he started sprinting towards them they readied themselves, a group of marines was certainly no easy task to succumb, but he was going to, and he was going to climb the infuriating mountain of them to get to their boss, find out what everything was about. Why did this happen. Two of them sprung to life and ran towards him with their swords readied, to which Fitz responded with kicks in theirs stomachs, what had happened? He was fast, but they didn't realise that, they just thought of him as some useless kid being a no good like the rest that tried to stand up against them.

But they were wrong. He knocked both out with another quick hit towards their heads with one leg swoop across both of them in mere moments leaving both unconscious. "Who are you kid? Don't make us beat you! You wre--" the marines yelled, one after one at him, telling him he was useless and worthless at the same time, that his struggles were worth nothing, when in reality he was the one that was going to get all of them, unless the blonde wanted some action too of course. He quickly interrupted their shallow screams at him with a stern tone in his voice, yelling out "Come then if I'm such a useless person, worthless, ragged, wretched, or what ever other use you can imagine to make me look like a degenerate, when you are the people murdering good men in hospitals.. My name is Fitz P. Bengtsson of the Iron Wolf Pirates crew, now, lets finish this while my pride is still on my head shall we? ".. Two other men jumped towards him, he quickly dodged them, making them fall towards the sparsely placed cobblestone bricks on the road.

In a moment he turned to kick them further, making them fly a meter or two before laying down defeated. There were a few men left, then he was done with this whole thing.
Banner test

Sheepsu Approved
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
DocDissect
Member Avatar
Newbie
[ * ]
He seemed to have luck for once. The marines did not seem to spot him, he is almost certain. When a pirate is yelling at you, you single out anybody in the crowd who carries a huge sword as a potential opponent, at least those you can see. If they saw him hesitating he might as well just stayed out of this altogether; this way he has a fighting chance after "arriving late" at the scene.

On the other hand, his comrades appear to go down disappointingly swiftly before the ginger rookie. Not taking the kid seriously might have played a part in it but, in Gavril's eyes at least, that is no excuse for such a miserable display. Fired up or not, he is an untrained, weak and alone. And yet he is somehow winning. He should hang for such a transgression...

...if nothing else, that gives him an idea. He could hardly call it a plan, but... eh, let's just roll with it.

The first thing he needs to do is jumping into the fray. He dashes towards the brawl, swatting away peaceful citizens to have enough breathing space for drawing his greatsword. He looks displeased to say the least, but Fith may interpret that as a sign of annoyance with picking fights or something like that. They weren't happy about each other so far, anyway. When Gavril reaches the scene of the combat there are only two or three marines standing and even they are to bite the dust any second now. By the looks of it, blondie likes easy pickings too much.

Well, in a sense he really does. Because when his sword finally strikes, it is aimed at the back of Fitz's head.

It's not some measly caress either: it is a Word of the sword sermons, forceful enough to launch a grown man meters away. At least he's not attempting to cut the pirate. Just like with the bosses, he only plans on knocking him out, although this swing might have shattered the skulls of those poor bastards. But not Fitz's!

Or at least Gavril hopes so. That would be really contraproductive for his idea.
Edited by DocDissect, Apr 8 2017, 04:04 PM.
The lucky, awesome few
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nuxxon
Member Avatar
>...........<
[ *  * ]
As he shaked off the dust that had accumulated on him as he flew into the dirty crates and load that was going to get loaded onto the ship, he heard someones grumbling voice, slowly going out of the ship to then go down to meet the people that had disturbed the peace.

The few marines that were still standing fell, straight in front of the marine higher up that had climbed down from the ship, a big bulky person that he had seen before, it was the one that had ransacked the bar of it's resources, it's cash in the term of protection or something similar. It was Oshrin! This person had made it to Fitz' bad list of people, first for being a marine, for the second thing, an ANNOYING marine, being someone that disrupted his dinner time. As he scratched his head and his nose he fling his snot on to the marine he turned around irritated as he saw Fitz getting up from the wreckage.

"You, were you the one that flew me over here? in that case, get ready to be defeated, you're the last one I wanna see right now..." he put his hat on his head after the dust seized, he looked up with his eyes gleaming towards the muscular beef of a man. He started running towards the marine and quickly scored a kick in his gut, with another one coming up straight up his chin, making him levitate above the ground before hitting the sparse cobblestone flooring of the docks. "Oi! Blondey, wherever you are, help me out here, this is one hell of an ass.." he said as he went for another kick, this one being blocked by the marines left hand, after which he did a straight jab towards Fitz, making him go back a few steps. It was powerful enough for him to spit blood for a few moments before realising what needed to happen for them to go away victorious from this grand battle, with the audience of townspeople looking at them from several views he ensured himself that he was going to win.
Banner test

Sheepsu Approved
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
DocDissect
Member Avatar
Newbie
[ * ]
It takes remarkably bad luck for a plan to go awry before even brewing into a proper plan. The appearance of Oshrin himself resulted in exactly this for Gavril, and hell he felt stones dropping in his stomach. With the three of them fighting here, out in the open left him absolutely no choice. Seems like corruption's gonna win today.

"In the name of the South Blue Marine Corps, I arrest you for assault on officers of the law!" - is the less then comradely answer for the ginger's cry for help. He lunges forward with sword raised immediately. The proper formalities would've required him to mention the option of surrender but even Gavril knows his people better than that. The ginger would either flee or fart in his general direction. Either way, he didn't seem like the reasonable type so far.

The best he can do is knock the kid down instead of lobbing his upper half off - or letting Oshrin snap his neck. Maybe, maybe later he'll have a chance but for that he needs a pirate who is alive and more or less battle ready. Someone has to be the dupe if he doesn't want to hang as well. So, to ensure that, he attempts to deliver a knock, a not-too-gentle Humble Word upon the ginger's skull before he dies standing. If he really is a proper pirate this should not keep him down overly long.

OOC
The lucky, awesome few
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nuxxon
Member Avatar
>...........<
[ *  * ]
ooc


As he started blinking rapidly he realized he wasn't stuck on the docks anymore, fighting that creep. What did the blonde do? How did he end up here? He sat up to look around, just as something hit him, he was imprisoned! Who was it that got him into this mess? ... Him.. He needed to get out of here, then he could think for himself. Where was he anyways? He looked around in his cell, 4 walls, one of them consisting of bars. The hard cement floor annoyed him, even more so did this prison that seemed to be stationary. As he started to collect himself he realized that his hat was missing, did they take it from him at any apparent times? He needs to get it back!

After that most of the things that happened went blank in his mind, he needed his treasure. He quickly kicked the bars, over and over, over and over, he kept going at it for a steady 30 minutes, nothing stopping him. "Hey, stop doing that, it's annoying me" a voice behind him said, a person of acquired tastes, someone that seems to be annoyed by mere change in the air, someone that might have a way for him to get out of this dump! "Where is my hat?" "Well, if it's like any other object they've ta-" "And where is it?" Fitz said without any thought to being friendly, he usually was, but when something this dire happens he can't stay calm. He quickly raised his leg in the air and tried to kick the walls, after a few times it started to loosen for sure. "Well kid, get me out of here and I'll get you to it" the prisoner said to him. His white hair flickering in the light from the window.

Before any more thoughts entered their minds a large crash could be heard, the wall broke in! The cell next to them had some other volunteers to help with their break out, one with blue and the other with green hair, both muscular and tall, taller than himself actually. All of the men started to use all of their strength to bend the bars of the cells, and of course they get through them, as a small hole opens up in the bars the four people escape, all of them tired to their bones.

"So kid, as promised I'll take you to it, you seem like you don't know where you are either. Awestralia Rebel Prison, or ARP for short"

"Hmm, so we are in a prison for rebels to be put in? That means that you guys aren't true to peaches huh? Oh well just get me out of here and give me my hat, then I'll get out of this miserable island myself." he said with a desperate tone to his voice as they ran through corridors upon corridors, several men running towards him from their front, security probably. With a few kicks and punches from the crew they continued their journey. "Here kid, the exit!", the light grew stronger and stronger from inside the damp prison, Fitz fiery eyes started to flicker as he realized a reunion was going to be issued! As they entered the lobby marines was called in and more security, meanwhile Fitz jumped down towards the reception and "found" or more clearly threatened the person behind the disk to show him his hats new resting place.

He put it on his head faster than one could say prison and looked back towards his comrades, he equipped his old clothes but he still kept the pink, peachlike designed overall that he had gotten here, it was going to be a souvenir for sure. He jumped over the counter, ran towards the exit while he screamed at his newly found comrades "Come on guys,
let's get out of here straight on, I need to find someone!
". He quickly kicked in the heads of marines left right and center as he bashed his way out of the lobby. Sweat running down from his forehead as he struggled to get out of the roaring conflict. He ran out to be greeted with the sun straight up in the sky. He ran towards the sound of oceans, running past any and all people that were anywhere near the pathways to get out there.

As he pushed through the last crowd of people he saw it, the shores. He quickly jumped into a rowboat to try to escape from it all as he found peaches, and lots of them stuffed into a package on the boat. Just as he had made himself comfortable stuffing peaches into his face a familiar voice screamed at him. "Hey! Didn't think you'd be here, pervert.", the hostess at the first restaurant they had been to, she felt guilt and wanted to help him get out of here, so without permission from anyone she got him of the island. "It's my boat for your information, I don't tend to steal, like a certain criminal I know.." she said as she loomed over at him with her eyes. Fitz cracking in a slight smile before moving on to the subject of importance.

"Drop me off anywhere miss, there I'll make a name for myself somehow, my name's Fitz, how about yours?"

"Veronica.."

ooc
Banner test

Sheepsu Approved
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
DocDissect
Member Avatar
Newbie
[ * ]
BONK.

That was... underwhelming. The blade crashes down upon the pirate's head and he drops immediately like a filleted fish. There is a moment of pause when both marines freeze and gaze at each other - neither of them expected it to be that easy. The way the ginger chopped down the seaman and how loud he was indicated a little bit... eh, more.

Oshrin regains his composure first. "And you be?" - he eyes the blondie cautiously. Getting help he didn't mind, but somebody stealing his thunder? Not as long as he stands. Luckily enough, the usual protocols kick in within the cleric fast enough. He stands at attention before he can even consciously think about it. - "Master chief petty officer Strigoi, quartermaster of the Jackdaw, Sir!" - the eyes of his superior alight with a little bit of understanding. There are few marines on the island who haven't yet heard about the weirdo Gavril Strigoi. - "What's with the clothes, son?" - the face of the cleric could be an illustration of tautness. - "Currently off duty, Sir. Could not stay away, Sir."

The senior officer looks at him with a wondering expression, than at the limp pirate, than at him again. It apparently takes a while for him to register this sequence of events, but when he does so his face cracks into a wide, sunny grin.

"Excellent, son. Now I will escort this rebellious punk to his proper place at ARP. Your job here is done, master chief petty officer Strigoi." - he intends to steal all credit for this victory and he couldn't have articulated it less subtly if he tried. But then again, ha feels no need not to rub it in. - "Dismissed."

He does leave outright but he can not help but linger. He feels no pity for the kid, oh no. But the remorse of letting an opportunity going to waste, that is enough to keep him on his toes. And when Oshrin and a few of his men reappear carrying the still unconscious ginger, Gavril follows them towards the prison.

The procedure goes as expected; even in front of the building Gavril can hear snatches of loud gloating and not once he seemed to have been mentioned in the trailing story. Oshrin and his entourage does not hurry to leave, either. The cleric waits for at least half an hour outside before deciding to risk it and going in. He doesn't know what he hopes, really, but for once he tries to improvise.

"Argus, you're in duty today, again! May gloom follow your steps!" - being well known had its advantages, especially if one had memory for names and faces. Today he even manages to make some stiff small talk with the junior officer in charge before getting down to business. He wants to see Oshrin's new captive and he might has a chance to persuade the kid, too. Or would have without the alarm sounding.

"RIOT!" - the words arrives from somewhere in the direction of the cell bock and only seconds later all hell's let loose. Security guards and running, trashing prisoners flood the lobby almost simultaneously. Argus grips his sword and so does Gavril. It seems he gets a lot of combat off-duty today.

He briefly catches a glimpse of red hair in the crowd of inmates; he'd dash towards it but some blue-haired gorilla lunges at him before he could make a step. Gavril impales the guy without a second thought but by the time he frees his sword from the body the ginger is lost in the mayhem. Security is having a hard time, despite the help they got from Oshrin and his entourage. One thing the cleric has ro admit is that the corrupt officer knows how to fight. Within minutes they find themselves fighting back to back, making a trail of desperate, starved bodies. The battle ends briefly: most prisoners end up dead or knocked out cold, some escape and there are casaulties on teh marines' side, too. The ginger is nowhere to be seen. The corrupt marine and the cleric stop simultaneously and stare at each other fatigued.

"Good job, Strigoi." - the large man exclaims slowly, chewing each word. - "I'll remember this. Although you'll have some explaining to do about your... presence here."

"Thank you, Sir." - he's official and taut as ever. And without a doubt, he'll remember, too.
Edited by DocDissect, Apr 20 2017, 04:19 PM.
The lucky, awesome few
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
SoIo
Member Avatar
Light Bender
[ *  *  *  * ]
Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.

Henry11 SD 2,750,000Bonuses::
Deductions:: Incomplete
Fitz22 SD6,600,000Bonuses:: Beli Trait
Deductions::
Gavril8 SD2,000,000Bonuses::
Deductions::
Dragon3 SD900,000Bonuses:: Beli Trait
Deductions:: Incomplete


SL Notes

Fame
 
  • For acts of destruction and a very chaotic prison break, Fitz earns himself a ::beli:: 2,500,000 bounty

  • Oshrin has found Gavril's efforts recognizable to award him 2 Commendation.
I'm going to be less active as of 9/25/17. Kinda hitting a point where I'm contemplating why I'm here while having a full-time job.

OPRP Character Builder Tool (Last Updated: June 2017)

Eileen Falkner

Jessabelle Adams

Ray Solo


PSA
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Create a free forum in seconds.
« Previous Topic · Awestralia · Next Topic »
Add Reply