Hello, everybody. I am making a Borderlands RolePlay, based off the game "BorderLands." If interested, reply. If not, ok. Look up borderlands. This will involve characters like ClapTrap (CL4P-TP General Purpose Robot), T.K.Baha, Marcus Kinniard, Steve and MadMoxxi, along with Doctor Zed.
Here is a character sheet to fill out if interested:
Name: Last, First.
Age: 21 - 50.
Nationality: Normal (British, Pandoran, Australian, American, etc.)
Class: (Hunter, Soldier, Tank, Support)
Weapon: Hunter: Sniper, Revolver (One of the two, no matter what class) Soldier: Assault Rifle, Submachine Gun. Tank: Shotgun, Melee. Support: SMG, Revolver.
Traits: ie; Quick, Hard Head, Defense Mechanism.
Flaw: ie; Slow, Soft Head, Target.
Shield: Torgue Standard Shield (76 Shield)
HP: From Hunter to Support: 100, 175, 225, 75
Your Level will increase depending on what you do, fight, explore or earn. Things May get bad. Each Player will get a separate info, as what's happening. All is for everybody, but if your name is mentioned, You do not have to do the all, and instead do something different.
Story: You and some friends decide to visit Pandora, where things are made to die. Beware skags, bandits and other enemies. Do quests, earn loot and find the Vaults!
Enter Down Below Your Details. Once 4 People have been accepted, it starts.
Only reply if you are participating. Otherwise, Like or Dislike.
Welcome, Everybody to Ages Gone By, a JRI (Jump Right In) Story. Join whenever, but over time, it will become a closed thread...
Set in Industrial England and France, it is a small time where there was a small plague. This is more fiction, and there is such a thing as vampires, mainly originated from leeches. Begin your story, and beware of what lurks in the darkness...
Name: Jacobson, Henrik Species: Vampire Location: London Sewers Age: 17 (Infected) Time: 23:58 / 11:58 pm Date: 12/5/1840
Henrik lay in the sewers, repelling the foul smells of the sewers. At least, that's what he hoped they were. It couldn't be any worse, unless there was light coming in. He felt glad not to be in France, where they dumped their... leavings... on the street. He was hunted, and cries of "Leech!" when he strolled out at night were common. He had survived this long, but how much longer?
The streets were lit by lanterns and guards patrolled with their weapons commonly around the area, ready to fire at a vampire on moments notice. Taking victims was harder, and London was vastly populated. He only managed one today, and their blood wasn't exactly... delightful. Henrik kept thinking of his human life, and remembered tomato soup, long sticks of bread, buttered, and cold cups of milk. Being a vampire had it's cons, but also it's perks. Strenghth and speed much higher than the average human. He watched his prey struggle and cry out, where it could not be helped or heard. And then, as the clock struck midnight, Henrik took another life, as he had done so many times before...
Architect fell backwards. Lost in his own mind again. He never paid attention. He got up, and decided to go back to his farm.
Note to self, he thought. Don't get cocky. Two revolvers may look cool, but you don't have the money. Stick with the cattleman revolver and shoot actual things that need shooting.
Architect stopped before he completely left, and saw the thief get the target and reward. He smiled to himself. Everybody needs their day.
"Looks like my time is up here. But at least I can enjoy the moments." he mumbled to himself.
Architect strolled into the city, a black and white jacket keeping them warm. They were an anonymous person, but liked farming. They never spoke, but rather, used recorded messages. They took their cap of their head, revealing the pure white hair, neat and brushed. They smelt blood in the air, and immediately continued. Death is here, they thought. Makes things interesting for somebody who is a person like me.
Architect strode into the town, with rich people and poor people glaring at them. They continued walking, towards the guillotine. A man with no head lay in the stocks, blood dried from the days gone by. A person went by, raven black hair, and a smile on their face. Architect gave a grin, their black glasses moving ever so slightly down their face. They tapped her on the shoulder, and played a soundtrack, a man greeting a woman.
If you plan to make a faction, it is a long term thing, like torn itself. Persist at it, you might succeed. I know it's hard, but being in charge can sometimes be a good thing.
If you have the money, make one, recruit and watch it grow
Camilla & Henrikh followed over and the team reviewed the plan. "Ok, are we ready to move, Drew?" asked Camilla. Henrikh looked over his shoulder for guards, and glanced back at the group.
Camilla patted Drew on the back. "You're an ideas person! Finally, someone who can plan strategy. I'll see if Henrikh will join. He may be interested."
Camilla walked up to Henrikh. "Henry, Henrikh, DeLuca! I need a favour. A big one. "Let me guess," Henrikh said. "You want to go on a supply run? With Drew?" "Yes. Was it that obvious." "Fine. But feel lucky if we make it out unscathed. I'm not exactly in a good mood. I'm losing life from lack of medicine."
(Scenario) (Scenarios are when the thread maker takes control of the area. Kinda like a cutscene.)
Drew looked up and saw Camilla with a smile on her face, and Henrikh next to her. "We're ready." She said. "You got it? Shouldn't we have a fake message?" "Nah, we can do it without." Drew replied. Henrikh pulled out his weapon and examined it, sheathing it after. "Let's go. Jace, guard the area!" he said. "You got it!" Jace replied. And the trio left for the pharmacy over a block away. With the pharmacy in sight, the group got ready to move.
Camilla looked over at Henrikh for a bit, then back at Drew. "Explain the plan. If we're lucky, Henrikh might help us. If not, we're one man short. Nobody else is going out."
Henrikh rolled his eyes. "Turns out, they're upping the guard all over! It's harder to go out and not get shot. Or hurt in some way." Camilla giggled a little bit, and for once in a few years, got Henrikh glaring at her. Henrikh was wounded, but he ignored it and went on to mix the flowers. Camilla turned back to Drew. "He's getting hurt more and more these days. Sooner or later we'll run out of supplies."
Camilla laughed. "He's a bit stingy. He kind of has a resilience to sunlight, but it still kills him. It's just delayed." she paused a bit. "Called an idiot... Well, I guess you shouldn't try to kill him. The new sword is pretty deadly. I got one myself, but I forget about it..."
Henrikh blocked shots and the sword started wearing away. He slashed at the leader and took him down. Henrikh thought it would lower morale of the hunters. Instead, they were enraged by it, and Henrikh had to stop them from killing him. He knocked them out and took the flowers he needed, and made a quick escape back to the sewers.
Camilla twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Well, he sort of found me. He was looking for others, and he saw me in an alleyway. It was bright daylight, but I swear, the light didn't faze him! It harmed him a bit but he kept on walking. He was a bit rude, and grabbed my arm, dragged me here. Said that I had been a bit of an idiot. He was not happy. Eventually, he calmed down, and we ended up trusting each other." Camilla glanced over to the doorway and saw that it was open. She sighed heavily. "Looks like Henrikh's gone out again."
Henrikh hid behind a wall, wary of the hunters around the corner. He pulled out his sword, and walked up behind the hunters. The leader spun around, alerted the others, and started firing and attacking Henrikh.
Architect realized what the mime was doing, and thanked him. He rushed in, and didn't see anything at first. He looked around a bit more, repeater one move away from being drawn.
Architect kept a cool head, but instantly was blinded by the swirls of colours and craziness. He tried to focus, but he fell over and passed out, mind swirling.
Camilla handed Drew the "toy" and watched him fiddle with it. He seemed to be getting more out of it than Camilla
Location: Gardens, London
Henrikh wandered around, smelling the rain and feeling the flowers brush against his leg. He remembered the plants he had gotten a reaction out of, and set out to locate them.
Architect walked into a building and saw a man, a woman, a clerk and Lyndalia, seemingly focused on something Architect thought nothing of it, and walked past, viewing the area. The area seemed slightly fancy, and Architect half expected to be mocked for his appearence. He closed his eyes and wondered what would happen if a battle started. Or a brawl.