(( So Everyone Ive Drawn This Week Has Had A New Appearance Did I Miss A Meeting Or Something? >_> ))

(( So everyone I’ve drawn this week has had a new appearance… Did I miss a meeting or something? >_> ))

(( Alrighty, so our 5 adventurous ponies have signed up. Vexin, Roland, Cold Flame, and Dimstar, this is how it’s gonna work. I’ll post a prompt, you’ll submit your character’s actions to me, I’ll compile them into a post. Feel free to have off-screen convos, but make em so I can reblog them. I’ll be using the tag “wasteland rp”.

Promt 1: Obsidian stands in the dusty train station, watching the locomotive with his travelling companions pull in. He’s been here a few days, and his pack is bulging with maps an food. A smile adorns his face and a sturdy hat adorns his head. It’s around 2 in the afternoon and he’s ready to go. ))

Wasteland Wanderers

Crescendo began to cook silently as Obsidian took care of his armor. Oh the truth. He would tell Obsidian in secret why he knew that it hadn’t been his wife that had been buried. He had wished the others had been as strong in support but Obsi was now helping him. This was the reason why he knew...

Name: Dimstar Class:Recon

Strengths:

Stealth

Quick Mover

Pinpoint specific locations

Can also Infiltrate

Weakness:

Doesnt like fighting among team

Feels unneeded at times

Items:

Armor that can cloak and has integrated communication device(takes a while to recharge after cloak)

Katana

Binoculars

Couple bottles of water

Electronic jammer

All in all i would say around 70 - 90 pounds

As the train stops with a jerk, Roland stands and looks about at the odd assortment of folks he’ll be traveling with. He chuckles a bit and thinks, <Well at least this’ll be interesting, group looks like a hoot an a holler.> With that thought he sighs and heaves the old military pack up off the floor and onto his back. As he exits the train he spies the Kirin who’d be leading this little adventure. He smiles and waves before walking over and going to shake. “Name’s Roland Greymane, Merc, just call me Roland mate.” he announces with a grin.

Dimstar is next out of the train, wearing his armor. He walks over to Obsidian and takes his helmet off, setting it on the ground “Hello friend.”

Coldflame is the last out, thinking to himself <One more journey, without seeing the past again… just another journey… another mission… another path… Will i return safe? Will i die this time? I don’t know, only time will tell…>

Obsidian greets them with a smile “Good to see you all made it… Wait, we’re missing one.” he looks around for the 5th member of the party.

At around 2:15 in the afternoon suddenly the clopping and banging of a zony comes charging up the stairs of the train station. Flasks and beakers and other sorts of scientific gear hanging by respective strings off her saddlebags. “Obsidian! sorry I’m late! you know how long it takes to make a mohawk! I lost track of time.” she says panting and exhausted. “You’re not mad are you?”

(( prompt 2 )) Obsidian chuckles “Not at all.” he looks to the assembled equines “Vexin, Roland, Coldflame, Dimstar-” he nods to each in turn “-thanks for joining me on this trip. If we’re all ready then we can get to hiking. There’s a sheltered rock formation we should be able to reach by sundown.”

Wasteland Wanderers pt 2

Name: Roland Greymane

Species: Earth Pony

Class: Commando

Title: The

Strengths:

Survival Techniques

Skilled in CQC

Marksman

Demolitions

Field Medicine

Personable

Weaknesses:

Large Frame makes tight spaces difficult

Not Terribly skilled with machines

Lacks knowledge of the arcane arts

Average intelligence

Lacks archaeological knowledge

Mild paranoia while in the field

Will put self in danger to aid comrades (Weakness and strength)

Carrying:

8 MREs

Canteen

Machete

Entrenching Tool

Handgun .45cal

15x 7 round magazines, .45 FMJ loads

Battle Rifle 7.62mm

15x 20 round magazines, 7.62 FMJ loads

2 Large Field Medicine Kits

Simple Tent

Heavy Duty Flashlight

Spare Batteries

Fire Starting Kit

6 pounds of explosives

10 detonators for explosives

Heavy load, easily 100 to 150 pounds of gear. Won’t encumber him though. He’s a big ol’bastard.