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Sedona - Mercenary for Hire
Bio / Rules / D&D
-Independant Fallout New Vegas OC -D&D and other verses available -Mun and muse are 18+ -9+ years of Rp experience -Para and Novella formats -Multiverse -Semi-Selective -OC and Canon friendly
{{Well, I’m back. I know I keep wandering in and out, but that’s mostly because I don’t get much activity here. Also, Life has been weird, and hectic. I had a whole thing with a new roommate, and he was literally so clingy I wasn’t allowed to do anything for myself. He’s gone now though, and I’m back to doing the things I enjoy.
Lance Peterson - Ex-Brotherhood Wanderer
Bio / Rules
-Independant Fallout New Vegas OC -Mun and muse are 18+ -9+ years of Rp experience -Para and Novella formats -Multiverse -Semi-Selective -OC and Canon friendly
ask my character about anyone in their life!
playable characters, npcs, anything! ask about relationships, current ones, failed ones, poke and prod them for answers about people that mean a lot to them!
Reblog if you’re comfortable with:
Roleplaying with OC’s.
Roleplaying with Crossovers.
Roleplaying with Duplicates.
Injured/Injury Starters
Injured
“Oh shit, are you alright?”
“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”
“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”
“That looks broken.”
“Can you move your __?”
“Are you okay?”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Who did this?”
“Did you do this to yourself?”
“How did this happen?”
“We need to get you to a hospital.”
“Do you need to go to a hospital?”
“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”
“Do you want me to look at it?”
“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”
“Stop moving!”
“There’s so much blood.”
“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”
“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”
“How did you even do this?”
“This happened in a fight?”
“Walk it off.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I think you need stitches.”
“You dumbass.”
Injury
“I think I hurt myself.”
“I can’t feel my __.”
“I think my __ is broken.”
“Shit, that hurts to move.”
“I don’t think I can get up.”
“I’m going to try to get up.”
“Can you go get help?”
“I need help.”
“I think I’m going to pass out.”
“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”
“I can’t walk.”
“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”
“I think I need to go to the hospital.”
“Stop laughing, this hurts.”
“My last words better not be stupid.”
“That was a dumb idea.”
“Shit, that burns.”
“I’m fine… really.”
“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”
“I got into a fight…”
“I feel lightheaded.”
“It hurts to move.”
“Can you look at it for me?”
questions for the mun, regarding the muse.
What makes you the most emotional about your muse?
What made you decide to write this muse?
If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?
If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?
If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?
If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?
If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?
Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?
Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?
What do you love about your muse?
What do you hate about your muse?
What about your muse amuses you?
What about your muse makes you sad?
How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?
Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?
In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?
Why do you think you connect to your muse?
What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?
If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?
[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]
Too Shy To Reach Out?
Send A Symbol To Explain Why We’re Not RPing Yet
♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first! ☃ - I’m not sure how our characters would meet. ☁- I’m worried you only RP with a certain group of people. ♛ - I wrote you a starter and you haven’t replied yet… ★ - I’m intimidated by how much you write ☂ - I’m intimdated by how often you post ☾ - I don’t know how to approach you ☄ - I’m super anxious about EVERYTHING ☀ - I keep hoping you’ll message me first…
Crying Starters
❝Are you crying in there?❞
❝Hey, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.❞
❝I can’t stop crying.❞
❝Tell me what’s wrong.❞
❝Just let it out…no need to hold it in.❞
❝Don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry!❞
❝Stop crying.❞
❝You have every right to be upset.❞
❝Please don’t cry.❞
❝Why are you crying over something so stupid?❞
❝I didn’t realize this would make you so upset.❞
❝Leave me alone – I don’t like crying in front of people.❞
❝I’ve never seen you cry before.❞
❝I’m so sorry for your loss.❞
❝I can’t believe they’re gone.❞
❝Seriously? Get over it.❞
❝I’m sorry. I was just telling you how I feel.❞
❝Please leave me alone.❞
-incoherent sobbing-
So, I’m gushing. I finally found a faceclaim for a character that’s been dancing around in my head for a little over a year. I created him to be a distraction for my main muse, Lance, when I had a falling out with my last serious rp partner last year. However, I never really worked much on him because Lance just wasn’t into it. Lately, I’ve been missing that old partner’s muse a lot, and I decided I needed to get Blake off my mind. So I started working on Gerard again. I flushed out his backstory, (actually I used something I had previously come up with for a convoluted beta verse for Lance and later ditched because it was too complex to keep track of two verses, and I didn’t want that good story to go to waste) and decided to pick a faceclaim. Boy did I luck out tonight. The only thing that’s off is that the face claim I found for Gerard doesn’t have curly hair, but I can tolerate that. So yeah, I’m very pleased to be working on creating characters, and working on flushing them out again. And oh yeah, Lance is finally interested in something besides Blake (who he was actually created for, BTW. Yeah, I wanted to RP Piers Nivans in Fallout verse, because my Piers muse got along with Blake in minor chats, and a little Fallout verse rp we did, but I guess my partner didn’t like that we were doing a crossover, so they insisted that I make a Fallout OC, based on Piers, to interact with, and eventually ship with Blake. Which never happened. So Lance had to take a year to get over a muse he was literally created to grow to love.) I’ve grown since then, and I’ve migrated Lance into two other verses, my own original verse, and the new D&D campaign my group just started (on modern rules). Lance has grown since then. He’s no longer just a requested port of Piers into Fallout New Vegas, created in every way to lead him to being able to love and trust a drunk Enclave sniper that ran a mechanic shop in Freeside. He’s got a personality of his own now. Hell, he’s even met Piers in Fallout New Vegas, and that’s a hell of a fun RP, and even though they have similarities, they’re not the same. His best friend right now is an Apeling Necromancer in our D&D campaign, who saved him from a nasty gunshot wound incurred during a sniper battle that nearly killed him. Jericho confuses him, and disturbs him sometimes, but Lance has grown fond of him just the same. Right now though, all I can picture is New Vegas, Lance leading Gerard, former East Coast Brotherhood of Steel Paladin up the mountain to Jacobstown to meet his best friend in the Mojave, Marcus, all the while forgetting to tell Gerard that they’re going to a place full of Supermutants and Night Kin. Gerard, big, 6'2", super buff ex East Coast BoS Paladin, spots the guards, pulls out his gun and stands his ground, and Lance, tiny, 5'8", 135lb carefree ex West Coast BoS Paladin Sniper just happily walks in with his anti-material rifle slung over his back, waving at Marcus, greets the guards by name, glances back at his companion, waves him on. Gerard stands his ground, staring in horror as Lance strolls into a Supermutant encampment. Lance speaks to Marcus for a minute, and he points back at his companion while he apologizes, and they both walk over to Gerard, and Lance introduces them, and when Marcus speaks to him, Gerard finally, slowly lowers his laser rifle, and exchanges a glance with Lance, who nods to let him know it’s all okay, and then he finally puts his gun away and greets Marcus. Sorry if this got long, I’m just rambling about stuff I don’t really have anyone to ramble to. BTW, Lance’s faceclaim is Matt Czuchry, and Gerard’s is Youssef Sawmah.
[[So, I wrote this while on my main blog, and then decided I really wanted to post it here, too... So yeah, here's some late night ramblings about Lance, and Gerard, who, if I'm writing about Lance by myself, is his boyfriend. (Assume if I'm writing on this blog, that Lance doesn't know Gerard.)
[[Hey guys. Sorry I've been inactive for so long. My laptop's charger crapped out on me, so it's been really hard to do anything on mobile because I kept loosing replies and got frustrated. I'm going to try and do some replies within the next few days.]]
imsupercharged:
“Sounds good and yeah, I can agree with that.” Shelby replied “Apart from scavenging for parts, I like to go out and get some air. Being in this garage is somewhat stressful, specially since Goodneighbor don’t have that many mechanics. It’s just me and a man named Rufus Rubins. Lately, he’s been getting hammered ever since he got that Drinkin’ Buddy from someone, so I’ve been doing some of his repair jobs.”
“Alright, when I find stuff that I think is useable, I’ll bring it to you, first.” Lance agrees with a lopsided, happy grin. Finally, he had a purpose to his habitual scavenging. “Well, then. In that case, if you ever get your hands too full, my offer still stands, just give me a hollar, and I’ll lend you a hand.”
Twinkle watched Lance, the Ghoul had made himself a corner stone of the city, leaving him able to wear barely anything, glowing softly in the dim light, a grin stretched across his ruined face as he called out, "Hey sweetheart, if you take the stick outta your ass, I could put something more fun up there." (Twinkle-and-Red)
Hearing the gruff voice call out to him, Lance turned a bright red at the nature of the flirt. Never in his life had he heard such a lewd proposition outside of Gomorrah back in New Vegas. Turning towards the source of the voice, he blushed even further at the sight of the scantily clad ghoul. Not one to snub a good flirt from a man, a crooked grin spread across his face.
“Then come over here and help me take this stick out.”
twinkle-and-red:
He looked around, smiling as he pointed at the large cyliner shaped object just outside of the settlement, a nuclear power plant that had long been abandoned, he grinned widely, “It’s a few minutes walk away.” He said with a smile.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Lance groaned, looking at the nuclear reactor. That place had to be flooded with radiation. “So, am I going to need RadX to go get this RadX?”
“Nope! The radiation might be a bit high, but it’s better to get it all out in one go in my honest opinion!” Twinkle says with a grin.
"We'll, you got me there. I'd really rather avoid radiation altogether though." Lance commented, starting to get nervous and doubt this whole endeavor.
desertonfire:
“Not to be disrespectful, of course. I’m sure you’re fantastic at fixing things. I’m just saying if you need an extra set of hands…” He suggested, holding his hands up in surrender. “I also tend to find a lot of parts out in the wastes, would you be interested in me bringing you things for a price?”
“I know that already. I wanted to express the pride I have.” Shelby gestures to him to put his hands down. “I’m a very picky scav when it comes to parts because I have to turn a profit for them along with the work I might have to do in case if it doesn’t work.”
"I wouldn't bring you broken parts. And I'd let you pick and choose what you wanted, and pay me accordingly." Lance offered, putting his hands down. "I'm just of a mind that good tech should go to good use, instead of wasting away out there rusting and forgotten."
Twinkle watched Lance, the Ghoul had made himself a corner stone of the city, leaving him able to wear barely anything, glowing softly in the dim light, a grin stretched across his ruined face as he called out, "Hey sweetheart, if you take the stick outta your ass, I could put something more fun up there." (Twinkle-and-Red)
Hearing the gruff voice call out to him, Lance turned a bright red at the nature of the flirt. Never in his life had he heard such a lewd proposition outside of Gomorrah back in New Vegas. Turning towards the source of the voice, he blushed even further at the sight of the scantily clad ghoul. Not one to snub a good flirt from a man, a crooked grin spread across his face.
“Then come over here and help me take this stick out.”
twinkle-and-red:
He looked around, smiling as he pointed at the large cyliner shaped object just outside of the settlement, a nuclear power plant that had long been abandoned, he grinned widely, “It’s a few minutes walk away.” He said with a smile.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Lance groaned, looking at the nuclear reactor. That place had to be flooded with radiation. “So, am I going to need RadX to go get this RadX?”
imsupercharged:
“Oh? Well, Clair should be pleased that she finally rented that room out.” Shelby commented. “I’ll keep it in mind. I doubt I’ll be needing it since I’m pretty good at my job. Like I said, the parts you see around here actually works.”
“Not to be disrespectful, of course. I’m sure you’re fantastic at fixing things. I’m just saying if you need an extra set of hands...” He suggested, holding his hands up in surrender. “I also tend to find a lot of parts out in the wastes, would you be interested in me bringing you things for a price?”
imsupercharged:
“It’s going to be a long hike from here to there, just letting you know.” Shelby told her after she handed the part over to Lance. She dusts her hands and nodded. “Of course. Lot’s of things break everyday and I also keep this town running as well. In short, business is booming.”
“You know, I’m staying here in Goodneighbor, if you ever need help, you should hit me up. I’m not half bad at fixing things myself.” Lance offered, starting to tinker with a small part he’d picked up absently.
