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Different World Same Start :iconoverlordevil:overlordevil 1 0
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The Price of Incompetence :iconoverlordevil:overlordevil 2 0
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Memoirs of a Dead Soldier
My body moved on its own, shambling forward at an external command, swinging the sword I had plunged myself on, that felt like ages ago, though it might have been a day, maybe a year, maybe month, like this it all felt the same.
I was once a loyal soldier in the armies of the empire, a zealous follower of Sigmar. All the crap I was fed since birth slowly eroded on the field of battle however, as I saw friends fall, lying dead in the field, those empty eyes staring up at the heavens, all just food for the ravens, while the generals and commanders hid behind lines of soldiers. It was a normal assignment, kill a necromancer, kill his creations, it was a routine thing, what we hadn’t expected was the massive beast build out of diseased flesh, barreling out of the rotten gate, followed by a hoard of skeletons from that same, decrepit, castle. I was assigned to the front lines that day, amongst the first to get smashed aside by the massive creature, dying from the internal injuries alm
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RP Rules/Preferences.
These are in a random order, not going from most to least important and I do ad here to these myself.
1. If you want to drop an RP, or are simply not enjoying one of our RPs, please just say so and don't drop it without further word, I'll do the same. I want to put some more emphasis on this one, as it happens so much to me for some reason and it really pisses me off, I don't require much here, a simple "I'm busy" or "I've got some stuff going on" is fine, but give me something at least.
2. Please try to roughly match my reply length. I understand the occasional one liner, everyone has the occasional dip in creativity. But I would be very greatful if people would at least attempt this.
3. I don't require prefect English, but decent grammar and spelling would be appriciated. You can tell me when you find my replies unclear too.
4. Please tell me your limits, not an exact rule persay, but it would make all of this a lot easier for the both of us.
5. I don't do script form, my apologies,
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Star Wars OC: Zeke Longshot.
Name: Zeke Longshot.
Age: 25.
Gender: Male.
Species:Human.
height: about 2 meters, give or take a few centimeters.
Hair color: Brown.
Eye color: Blue gray.
Current weapons: Twin blasters and a sharp vibro knife.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter.
History: Born on some back water world in the Outer Rim, a lawless world where gangs and violence ruled. He made his first kill at the age of six, it was a small thing, a fight over some food, even then he always though, them, or me. at the age of twelve he started doing jobs for the gangs and kept doing merc work. At the age of fourteen he finaly had enough money he bought a small ship, which was little more than an upgraded escape pod. He crashed on Hutta, where he started the cycle all over again. People often looked at him strangely, but then again, a kid turned into the best hunter Available in a short year. After another few years of nothing but hunting for Hutts, he finally bought his own ship, he kept doing what suited him best for the right p
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star wars slave RP
as the title would suggest this is a master/slave RP based within the star wars universe, now i'm going to need some basic info for this. also switching is possible
1 what race are you.
2 gender.
3 how i got you, or you me, based on preference.
4 the time line, (within the clone war, during the old republic, after the empire takes over, etc.)
5 what type you are, (have you been beaten into submission or is your spirit still strong, etc.)
6 how mature can it get?
7 (optional) a possible backstory and my profesion.
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my very fucked up pirate crew by overlordevil my very fucked up pirate crew :iconoverlordevil:overlordevil 4 16
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What could have been :iconoverlordevil:overlordevil 1 0
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clearing up a misconception about the overlord
the overlord you play in the game overlord is not the second or third overlord. the first overlord became the tower heart, then you had a few random people that didn't last very long. then a bunch of mery men (a.k.a. the hero's) go on their way to kill the current overlord and thereby making their friend the overlord because they placed him in a magic coffin that fixes wounds. now the big thing is is that your character is not the third overlord, he is the hundreth or so overlord
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how to become a guard in skyrim (joke)
Kid: I want to be a guard when I grow up.
Guard: well kid you first have to become an adventurer.
Kid: I can do that.
Guard: then you  have to take an arrow to the knee and stand in the city saying to every adventurer, I used to be an adventurer just like you, but then I took an arrow to the knee.
Kid: alright I will learn swordsmanship and become an adventurer, take an arrow to the knee and be like you.
Guard: let me guess someone stole you sweetroll?
Kid: someone did he looked like this, *describes the dovahkiin*
Guard: need something?
Kid: yes, someone stole my sweetroll.
Guard: need something?
Kid: *sigh and walks back home*
Guard: *looks at the screen* need something?
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The country of Nagarrond a cold inhospitable place, where the Dark Elves, or Druchii as they called themselves had made their kingdom. Their entire economy was based of slaves. Even the poorest Druchii, owned at least one slave. Debauchery, sin, cruelty, all of these things were a daily part of life, doubly so for the slaves. Politics were handled by simple, unofficial, creed, “the knife is my quill, poison is my ink and the assassin my messenger,” the only way to the top was survival. The only one who rarely received “messages,” was the witch king, for his subjects were often too busy fighting for his favour and stabbing each other in the back.

 

Your character was brought to these lands in chains, selected for the markets, by the shipmaster of a black arc, a large obsidian ship, held afloat by magic. Whether a blessing or a fate worse than death, was yet to be decided. As your character is led on a stage and tied to a post. Left for men and women to look at, the only thing covering them the raged clothes that had somehow survived the cruel journey. A journey which had been an attempt to break your character. Not that the shipmaster, nor the tall, pale merchants, cared. Defiant slaves sold well, although tended to have a short lifespan.

 

Near the end a long day of standing around, a heavily armed unit cut through the crowd. People jumped to the side to not be trampled by the bipedal lizards stomping over the cobbles, and that wasn’t even mentioning their riders. Heavily armoured men,  Their faces concealed by ornate helmets. The weapons at their side appeared to be made for maiming, rather than killing, as if to keep whoever it was aimed at alive. The one in the middle appeared far less concerned with the surroundings. As he looked the slaves over, his eyes critical, deadly, a soft, yet cruel smile playing on his face, as his gaze landed on your character.

 

This is just setup, this role play will involve torture, sex, slavery and the like. I only RP in notes. If you are interested please send me a note, or leave a comment on this Journal. Please read my rules and preferences, beforehand.

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The country of Nagarrond a cold inhospitable place, where the Dark Elves, or Druchii as they called themselves had made their kingdom. Their entire economy was based of slaves. Even the poorest Druchii, owned at least one slave. Debauchery, sin, cruelty, all of these things were a daily part of life, doubly so for the slaves. Politics were handled by simple, unofficial, creed, “the knife is my quill, poison is my ink and the assassin my messenger,” the only way to the top was survival. The only one who rarely received “messages,” was the witch king, for his subjects were often too busy fighting for his favour and stabbing each other in the back.

 

Your character was brought to these lands in chains, selected for the markets, by the shipmaster of a black arc, a large obsidian ship, held afloat by magic. Whether a blessing or a fate worse than death, was yet to be decided. As your character is led on a stage and tied to a post. Left for men and women to look at, the only thing covering them the raged clothes that had somehow survived the cruel journey. A journey which had been an attempt to break your character. Not that the shipmaster, nor the tall, pale merchants, cared. Defiant slaves sold well, although tended to have a short lifespan.

 

Near the end a long day of standing around, a heavily armed unit cut through the crowd. People jumped to the side to not be trampled by the bipedal lizards stomping over the cobbles, and that wasn’t even mentioning their riders. Heavily armoured men,  Their faces concealed by ornate helmets. The weapons at their side appeared to be made for maiming, rather than killing, as if to keep whoever it was aimed at alive. The one in the middle appeared far less concerned with the surroundings. As he looked the slaves over, his eyes critical, deadly, a soft, yet cruel smile playing on his face, as his gaze landed on your character.

 

This is just setup, this role play will involve torture, sex, slavery and the like. I only RP in notes. If you are interested please send me a note, or leave a comment on this Journal. Please read my rules and preferences, beforehand.

The country of Nagarrond a cold inhospitable place, where the Dark Elves, or Druchii as they called themselves had made their kingdom. Their entire economy was based of slaves. Even the poorest Druchii, owned at least one slave. Debauchery, sin, cruelty, all of these things were a daily part of life, doubly so for the slaves. Politics were handled by simple, unofficial, creed, “the knife is my quill, poison is my ink and the assassin my messenger,” the only way to the top was survival. The only one who rarely received “messages,” was the witch king, for his subjects were often too busy fighting for his favour and stabbing each other in the back.

 

Your character was brought to these lands in chains, selected for the markets, by the shipmaster of a black arc, a large obsidian ship, held afloat by magic. Whether a blessing or a fate worse than death, was yet to be decided. As your character is led on a stage and tied to a post. Left for men and women to look at, the only thing covering them the raged clothes that had somehow survived the cruel journey. A journey which had been an attempt to break your character. Not that the shipmaster, nor the tall, pale merchants, cared. Defiant slaves sold well, although tended to have a short lifespan.

 

Near the end a long day of standing around, a heavily armed unit cut through the crowd. People jumped to the side to not be trampled by the bipedal lizards stomping over the cobbles, and that wasn’t even mentioning their riders. Heavily armoured men,  Their faces concealed by ornate helmets. The weapons at their side appeared to be made for maiming, rather than killing, as if to keep whoever it was aimed at alive. The one in the middle appeared far less concerned with the surroundings. As he looked the slaves over, his eyes critical, deadly, a soft, yet cruel smile playing on his face, as his gaze landed on your character.

 

This is just setup, this role play will involve torture, sex, slavery and the like. I only RP in notes. If you are interested please send me a note, or leave a comment on this Journal. Please read my rules and preferences, beforehand.

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I never proclaimed to be a good man, though even bad men didn’t deserve this, “HEY, YOU COCKSUCKERS!!!” I yelled through the jammed pod door. Others were screaming, yelling, begging. Not me though, I was feeling a cold, dark rage. While a goon and his hazmat suited companions opened the pod that held my wife. Then they tried to take my son, trying the nice act first. Before simply ripping our little boy from her hands. She resisted, right until a .44 bullet pierced her forehead and she went limp. “What do we do if the kid isn’t satisfactory?” The question was muffled, as the one with the gun glanced over at my pod, “we still have the backup,” he grumbled. Walking out of sight as the cold set in yet again. The only thought running through my head being, “losing it all again, are you?” Before I lost conscious once more.

It took me a moment to realise I was no longer frozen, no longer stuck in one position, as the pod opened and my body fell to the floor. How long had it been? Days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries? Perhaps even a fucking millennia. I would never see my son again, it was best to accept that now. Dusting off the black suit I had refused to trade in for that horrible vault thing. I set off down the halls, the people in the other pods appeared to be dead in a half frozen state. “Vault Tec really were a bunch of bastards, should have trusted the boss on that one,” I wondered if he made it out? Probably did, he was a tough bastard, got shot more times than he cared to keep track of and always survived.

When I passed a window I almost had a heart attack, those things were huge. Huge fucking roaches, I would need a weapon, even if it was just a pipe. I would take a pea shooter, a tommy would be preferable, but anything to smash those things to death with would do. Although I was hungry as all hell. That could wait, I wouldn’t lower myself to that if had an alternative.

Smashing my way through the roaches, which were a lot less sturdy than they looked, I reached the reception. Shit was strewn about everywhere, it looked like a bomb had gone off. Still there was enough stuff to make it worthwhile to look around. I picked a 10mm pistol, some ammo and a couple packs of cigarettes a gift from god at this point. I even found the means to light them. Taking one from the pack I took a deep drag, it definitely helped. Considering the place was damn near deserted it was safe to say the outside world wasn’t completely destroyed. After making certain my gun was loaded, and half the pack was smoked, I picked up what remained of the ammo and headed for the door. I didn’t want to die in some stinking vault if I could help it.

Stepping through the door, my already bad mood soured further, there were a lot less skeletons than should be there, but it was still a bad sign. Still, the door was closed, and there were no signs of bloodshed, perhaps a few stayed behind and starved, damned idiots.

Looking through the bodies, I finally found a functioning pip-boy perhaps I could get some people to salvage the other broken models. There had to be something useful inside. Who knows, perhaps the world had rebuilt in the time it took for me to thaw out. The though alone was enough to make me laugh. Like hell they would have. People were idiots, and I was about to step into an elevator up to an irradiated hell hole. Well, I had fuck all to lose, so might as well.

The thing creaked and groaned, I had the feeling it almost collapsed. It was a miracle we reached the service and the locks engaged. As the soft wind grazed my scarred face. Given the Geiger counter on the thing wasn’t going mental, it was safe to say I could at least live here. Perhaps even thrive here, after all a man with nothing to lose, was a man at his most dangerous. With that thought in my mind, I set off for my old home, wondering where I should start with this new life.
Different World Same Start
It's the start of one of my own characters in fallout, a mobster that has no intention of attempting to find his son, who he thinks has died long ago. And yet, he tries to make his own, most likely criminal way through the waste.
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ErinPrimette Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2017  Student Digital Artist
Maybe I can show you some Mass Effect fanart?

Robin and Commander Vakarian
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overlordevil Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2017
Sorry, perhaps I shouldn't try a mass effect roleplay, it's a universe I just do not understand well enough. Sorry.
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Ex-InvaderRaymond Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2017
Aye, notes has been acting up for the past couple days, so I can't send a response to ya mate.
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overlordevil Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2017
Alright, thanks for the notice and I hope it gets fixed.
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Ex-InvaderRaymond Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2017
Yeah, no problem man. And me too; it's pretty annoying.
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Animeria Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2017
Hello there, I know it's Beene  while since we spoke...but may I ask if we can try to redo the Overwatch rp?  I actually have a idea that was very different form the original.  But if you need to have time, your welcome to have time to think about it, I'm just reading a book to pass the time
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overlordevil Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2017
I'm willing to hear your idea, please shoot me note.
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Animeria Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2017
Well, the rp will be how the journal sai but in this, but this new revamp version, what if Kira Yukimura was a young 20 year old North American junker who not only gathers scraps and rebuild weapons but still had her powers in to fight and defend herself, I was working on trying to draw the junker outfit Kira will wear, but to this she also will be able to have her plans in thought while preparing for a battle with anyone or anything to get her chance of treasure.

Kira may not have robotically parts like Junkrat but her fighting skill is still up to the top while also being a healer and a fighter at the same time...even if defending those she has a liking to.
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call-me-funky Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for fav^^
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Egoak Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the :+devwatch: I really appreciate it :squee:
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