Mohammed “Mo” Shadid The Egyptian Johnny Bravo, a decade-old concept that I won’t give up on despite all reason. He wasn’t in V6, or V7, or TV3 so here he is now. Mo comes from a conservative religious upbringing and as a teenager he’s fully in the throws of rebellion. And to Mo, rebellion means dr...

Hello hello. I’m Polybius, you might know me from such Vs as TV2, V7, and PV3. I’ve come to you with an idea that I brought up briefly on Discord. The idea is a childhood friend group, roughly between five to eight people, who were very close friends in elementary school but have drifted apart since...

Quentin's hearing had recovered just enough for him to make out another bang from behind him, which instinctively made him jolt up and try to run away. He made it one step before the pain in his ankle made drop back into the snow. Shit. What if it was broken? Then he'd be fucked. No, he was probably...

His hands sunk into the snow and came out wet as he used them to pull himself forward on his hands and knees. His gun was stuffed into his pocket, ready to draw again in case anyone came after him. After a few minutes his hands were so cold he had to stop for a moment and stuff them into his coat. W...

Quentin lifted his face and spat out some snow and dirt. He pushed himself up and stood- oh fuck oh god that hurt. He sank back into the snow and rolled on his back, lifting his leg into the air. His ankle hurt so fucking much, and this EEEEEEEEEEE was in in his ears worse than ever. He still held t...

The dead speak! Quentin jumped back in a panic. Somehow, the girl returned from being shot. He could have sworn she was dead, but she just started talking, started lying about all sorts of shit in front of Prii. Quentin barely had time to think about it before a new sound pierced the air. A horrible...

Quentin's eyes moved from Loner Boy to the newcomer. It was Prii. He knew Prii. Well, he knew them better than he knew these other dumbasses, at least. Prii had drip. "Oh, hey. What's up?" His eyeballs then moved down to the pistol Prii was shakily holding. The situation had changed. Quent...

"I'm a dick," Hector said, "I'm a douche, and I'm a idiot, too. I'm a nerd, a dork, a goober. My face would be a great place for your fist. How dumb am I?" "The difference here is I didn't take any of your pork, buddy." Quentin replied, through gritted teeth. "Thou...

Quentin had assumed that the other guy would be less of a dick after having his life saved. "Well, yeah. Didn't your mom teach you manners?" Quentin felt a little sick and a little woozy. He wanted sit down, or at least take a few steps back and lean against the shed. But turning his back ...

The recoil wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be. It was just as loud as he expected, though. Even now, his hearing had a little "EEEEEEEEEE" in it. He really thought there'd be more blood. Quentin's arms were shaking. He wondered if it was from the cold, though he didn't remember them shaki...

Quentin Broadus Skinner is IN

I am tentatively showing interest if my schedule allows

sounds cool

I'm gonna clarify ( I should have said this from the beginning) that my limit will be six at one time. More people have responded than I expected. If openings open up between adventures, I will post in here.

I just got back from Florida and my brains scrambled so here we go I only have one concept to reveal today. I'll add more when I'm more certain of them. Mo Shadid Mo is a kid from a conservative Egyptian upbringing who grew to be quite rebellious and independent. That manifested through an embrace o...