Name: Jack McGrendel
Age: 78
Apperance: Old, Grey eyes, white hair with electric blue streaks, somewhat muscular,tight white shirt(shows musles), brown chaps, black belt, orange bowler's cap
Weapons: Cane with sword(he forgets that the sword is there usualy), white 50 foot long rope he keeps wrapped up in his belt, sissors
Allignment: Crazy Nuetual(Never know what he'll do)
Bio: Jack McGrendel is a very old guy who claims to have been a war veteran for the cash benifiets. He is quite athletic and strong for his age, but not overly strong. He likes running along the highway. He's skitzofrenic, usually two people named Rage and Cattle (Gender Unknown). He sometimes thinks that people in the real world are illusions and Rage and Cattle are the only real people. When he's not on the highway, you can find him sitting on the front porch of the Cloony Dale's Retirement Home threatening passerbys on the side walk with his sissors and knocks other senior citizens down by wacking them in the legs with his cane. He's most noted for his mismash of cloths, including his orange bowler's hat and his contrasting white hair with electric blue streaks.
Jack McGrendel was running down the highway with his ever present friend, Cattle. Jack then felt the ground under him start to rattle. He them felt some kind of wooshing sounds and felt a falling sensation. Next thing he remembered was that he was standing in the middle of a field. He saw mountains, a ocean in the distance, and two young boys, one running away from the other. Jack grunted and went to a tree to cut it down. After cutting it down he managed to arange all the logs the look like a chair. Scince there was no highway to run on or retirement home to harrass people in, he just sat in his makeshift chair, tring to start a conversassion with Rage on how he should get more health care benifiets.
Name: Jack McGrendel
Age: 78
Apperance: Old, Grey eyes, white hair with electric blue streaks, somewhat muscular,tight white shirt(shows musles), brown chaps, black belt, orange bowler's cap
Weapons: Cane with sword(he forgets that the sword is there usualy), white 50 foot long rope he keeps wrapped up in his belt, sissors
Allignment: Crazy Nuetual(Never know what he'll do)
Bio: Jack McGrendel is a very old guy who claims to have been a war veteran for the cash benifiets. He is quite athletic and strong for his age, but not overly strong. He likes running along the highway. He's skitzofrenic, usually two people named Rage and Cattle (Gender Unknown). He sometimes thinks that people in the real world are illusions and Rage and Cattle are the only real people. When he's not on the highway, you can find him sitting on the front porch of the Cloony Dale's Retirement Home threatening passerbys on the side walk with his sissors and knocks other senior citizens down by wacking them in the legs with his cane. He's most noted for his mismash of cloths, including his orange bowler's hat and his contrasting white hair with electric blue streaks.
Accepted.
I climb out of my hole to find it's mid-day. I then look to my right and see a man in a chair muttering.
I start to run over and see a green creep coming behind the man. I yell "BEHIND YOU!" and keep running towards him.
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Go ahead and help my dragon! Maybe you can get one too!
I sure know I'll click it!
Jack McGrendel looks up to see one of the boys yelling at him. Jack ignores him believing him to be his mind playing trick on him again. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack notices a tall, green thing heading his way. Jack jumps to his feet, runs towards the creature, and starts hitting it on the head yelling,"GET OFF MY LAWN, YOU HOOLIGAN! YOU SHOULD HAVE MORE RESPECT FOR YOUR PRESIDENT OF THE CUBAN TERRITORY OF AMERICA!" This caused the creature to want to run away, and not blow Jack to bits. When the creature was a far enough distance from Jack, it thought,"Amazing! What an annoying man!"
I'll make this character to add evil intent to this RP
Name: Rick Vanderish
Age: 32
Apperance: Black hair, blue eyes, corprate buisness suit
Weapons: The power to persuade, through multiple means, several forms of kung-fu and boxing.
Allignment: Corprate Evil
Bio: Rick was a young buisness owner who has a large peice of the market in mining and raw materials. Having an extensive knowlage on how to extract raw ore and using it to manufacture various objects with them, mostly weapons, Rick tends to be a big ball player in the world of corperate control. Rick has an odd trait of knowing various fighting styles.
A long ways away from where any of the previous, but recent, events occured, where it would take weeks to get to travel between either locations, a man fell out of the sky and into the ocean. This man was named Rick Vanderish, and he had no clue why he was falling from the sky when he was just leaving from a buisness meeting. SPLASH! It took a moment for Rick to get his bearings and swim to land. We he reached land, he was met by a skeleton, or what looked like a skeleton. This "skeleton" looked like he wanted to kill Rick with its bow, and Rick was annoyed by the fact that it was right there in his face, looking down at Rick. Unleashing a furry of grabs and punches, Rick was able to take down the skeleton, while not killing it in the process. Stepping on the skeletons head, Rick looked around at his surroundings. He noticed that the mountains were quite high, and that they had to contain some kind of valuable ore. Looking dawn at the skeleton, Rick exlaimed to it,"Now you listen here! This is my territory now..."
Age: 78
Apperance: Old, Grey eyes, white hair with electric blue streaks, somewhat muscular,tight white shirt(shows musles), brown chaps, black belt, orange bowler's cap
Weapons: Cane with sword(he forgets that the sword is there usualy), white 50 foot long rope he keeps wrapped up in his belt, sissors
Allignment: Crazy Nuetual(Never know what he'll do)
Bio: Jack McGrendel is a very old guy who claims to have been a war veteran for the cash benifiets. He is quite athletic and strong for his age, but not overly strong. He likes running along the highway. He's skitzofrenic, usually two people named Rage and Cattle (Gender Unknown). He sometimes thinks that people in the real world are illusions and Rage and Cattle are the only real people. When he's not on the highway, you can find him sitting on the front porch of the Cloony Dale's Retirement Home threatening passerbys on the side walk with his sissors and knocks other senior citizens down by wacking them in the legs with his cane. He's most noted for his mismash of cloths, including his orange bowler's hat and his contrasting white hair with electric blue streaks.
Accepted.
I climb out of my hole to find it's mid-day. I then look to my right and see a man in a chair muttering.
I start to run over and see a green creep coming behind the man. I yell "BEHIND YOU!" and keep running towards him.
Go ahead and help my dragon! Maybe you can get one too!
I sure know I'll click it!
Name: Rick Vanderish
Age: 32
Apperance: Black hair, blue eyes, corprate buisness suit
Weapons: The power to persuade, through multiple means, several forms of kung-fu and boxing.
Allignment: Corprate Evil
Bio: Rick was a young buisness owner who has a large peice of the market in mining and raw materials. Having an extensive knowlage on how to extract raw ore and using it to manufacture various objects with them, mostly weapons, Rick tends to be a big ball player in the world of corperate control. Rick has an odd trait of knowing various fighting styles.