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  1. Okay so I've been around here on-and-off for quite a while now. So I doubt many of the current DayZRP community knows me that well. As those close to me may know, I've been in the recruitment process for the Royal Navy, and now I'm nearing the point where I get given a start date for basic training. Although I haven't exactly been active on the forums, or in-game recently, I believe I owe everyone a huge thank you for the amazing times I've had as a part of the DayZRP community. I've made some really good friends along the way, and I've had so many great times that I think I'll always remember. I'll be thinking about you all while I'm out fighting for your freedom ;) Much love, InnKinn
  2. Little is known about the elusive Don Sinclaire, aside from the face that he is a career criminal, a hitman, a force of nature. Those who have faced Mr. Sinclaire and lived to tell the tale, have described the man as an "Unstoppable killing machine who leaves behind nothing but destruction." Those brave enough to attempt to learn more about Sinclaire have either come up with no answers, or dead before their findings got very far. After a bank robbery gone wrong in Central London, Sinclaire is said to have gone into hiding, with no one coming up with any leads as to where exactly he has gone. Some rumoured he has retired from his life of crime and has used his shares of the earnings to move abroad. It's a very little-known fact, Don Sinclaire has indeed moved abroad, to Chernarus of all places. But his life of crime? Still going strong.
  3. I ain't dead yet.

    1. Jonal


      What a Disappointment 

    2. Farmer-BorisRP



    3. InnKinn
    4. Aristocrat


      Father acknowledges your ongoing existence with a curt nod.

    5. InnKinn


      Acknowledgement from Father!?

  4. So when's the irl lore wipe?

    1. Ghost Of Pado

      Ghost Of Pado

      *would look around*

      *Would slide the man a 9mm and nod at him*

    2. Farmer-BorisRP


      Bildresultat för thinking emoji

  5. "People still play DayZ? My nan used to be in the dev team during the war."

  6. ..... I think I'm starting to enjoy PVP.

    1. EndeavourRP



    2. Chewy


      *hands some glasses*

    3. Shane Is Dead

      Shane Is Dead

      because its the best part of dayz

    4. OskuRP


      I enjoy winning the firefights and not having to wake up at the coast ;)

    5. InnKinn


      @OskuRP Me too but hey there's always next time ;)

    6. OskuRP


      How many did you guys lose?

    7. InnKinn


      We lost all but one, I'm just happy I managed to land myself a couple really nice sniper kills so I'm not too disappointed :)

    8. OskuRP


      were you the one on the house next to the pub switching between floor 2 and 3?

    9. InnKinn


      Nah I was to the east on a ridge near the river

    10. OskuRP


      I was the orange raincoat who taunted you before the battle started by walking from the school to the river and back over and over again :P

    11. Jonal


      Wait wait wait, The Fuck did i miss ?

    12. Chewy


      A friendly scrim it seems ;)

    13. InnKinn


      You missed the battle for Severograd @Jonal xD

      Wait @OskuRP you knew I was there from the start?

    14. OskuRP


      Yes! ;)

    15. InnKinn
  7. Keeping the Cavalier's spirit alive... No matter how subtly.


  8. 22 year old Titus 'Adders' Addington II was born in 1996 to a wealthy upper-class family in Cambridge, UK. He had always had the best upbringing, be it a little distant from his Father, Titus Addington the first. From a young age he had always been fascinated with military history and archaeology, using every chance he could get to visit museums, excavation sites and historic battlegrounds. From the age of five, he had been sent to The King's School in Canterbury, from the age of five all the way to 16, graduating top of the class in English literature and History. From there he enrolled at Eton Academy, further studying Literature and History, and also Archaeology. After graduating from Eton with top marks, he then moved on to study at Cambridge University, here he studied History and Archaeology. After his time at university, he and his friends decided to take a gap year before they entered the world of work. Because of their mutual interest in historic locations they decided travel through Eastern Europe, little did they know that their last stop, Chernarus, would be the last country they'll ever see.
  9. *A very weary John, slowly slumps into the corner of an old Severograd house. He places his rifle by his side and begins disassembling his sidearm for cleaning. He is disgusted to see the working parts starting to rust and tosses the half disassembled pistol to the side, resulting in the slide coming off and the two pieces scattering across the floor. He looks at them and sighs to himself as he pulls his radio from his vest and presses the PTT* "This is a message to any Aegis personnel still out there. My name is Staff Sergeant John Baker, Alpha command for Aegis Countemeasure Service. I've been seperated from my unit for a long while now. Everyone has either been killed or went MIA. If any Aegis personnel hear this message. Please respond. Alpha Command out." *John releases the PTT and slowly clips the radio back to his vest. He returns his weary gaze to the scattered handgun parts on the floor. He lazily gets up and kicks them into a corner for cleaning later before he lowers himself back into his corner to sleep.*
  10. InnKinn

    Our Home of Severograd [Open Freq.]

    *John, stumbles frantically into an abandoned warehouse. He hurriedly slides the monstrous metal door shut, the rusty guides letting out a deafening screech that echoes through the nearby mountain range. He raises his weapon as he briefly searches the building for an exit to no avail. Suddenly an almighty crash can be heard against the door, followed by a monotonous droan of collective moans and snarls from the undead mob that he had recently outrun. Smirking to himself as he realises how lucky he is to still be around after all this time, picks up his military VHF radio and speaks into it. A strong South African voice can be heard* "Quinn.... It's nice to hear from you again. Moreover it's nice to hear that Severograd's up and running again. You may or may not remember me. It's John Baker, Alpha Command for the-... or what's left or the Aegis Countermeasure Service. As far as I know I'm the only one left but it seems I just have to live with that. Aegis radio systems have been down for some time. And the extractions have been discontinued. I'm the last one." *He pauses as he holds the handset to his forehead, scrunching his eyes up as he remembers the last time he saw his Commander Briscoe and the rest of his unit* "I'll be making my way to Severograd in the coming days. I look forward to seeing you again, Quinn.. And I also look forward to seeing how the town has changed. I'll see you and your people soon." *The transmission continues for a brief moment, in which all that could be heard is the continued muffled moans coming from the other side of the door. Followed by a second, louder crash, and louder, clearer bangs and snarls. A very panicked and tired "Shit." can be heard as the transmission ends."
  11. *An extremely drunk Harry stops his drink half way when he hears the broadcast. He places it down, spilling it slightly and slurs drunkenly into the handset* "Come to Severograd matey it's one big ol' party!" *He cheers very loudly, raising both hands high above his head before whispering very drunkenly* "Watch out for the Happy Police though... Wear anything they don't like and they'll make you get naked for them... pervs." *Transmission ends*
  12. *Harry drunkenly stumbles into a house near Severograd pub, he slumps in the corner and smiles as he could still hear laughter coming from the pub across the road. He takes a gulp from his pint of bitter and picks up the radio." *A very drunken Cockney voice can be heard* "Oi oi I'm hoping the Happy police have finished taking everyone's clothes and shit." *There is a pause as a very loud burp can be heard over the radio* "S'cuse me squires... better out than in. Anyways, I was out and about in Severograd this fine day when a certain group of mongs decided to fucking take our clothes off our very backs because it was a colour they didn't like" *He can be heard giggling to himself as he remembers the recent events then suddenly shouts* "We had one of them crawling around in a fucking sewer!!" *He lets out a huge laugh followed by an "Oh Fuck!" as he knocks his beer over.* "If you guys are listening to me then I'm glad you tuned in to Radio Harry.... Carry on getting people to strip naked for you and someone's going to fight back... Just sayin'" *A lot of shuffling can be heard as Harry forgot to let go of the PTT, a very muffled "Fuck sake now I have to get another one.." can be heard as he staggers to his feet* *Transmission ends*
  13. *Hearing the continued conversation, Harry chimes in.* "Donovan, right? Where even is this little gym of yours?" *He clicks off the PTT, awaiting a response*
  14. *Harry hears the commotion on the radio, he smirks and shakes his head as he picks it up* "Is this fucker serious? Mate you're just one of those mugs that robs defenceless unfortunates and then mugs them off on the radio? I know I'm no saint but if you got beef with someone you say it to their face... "Bob." *He laughs as he ends transmission*
  15. *Harry, halfway through sorting out his loot for the day stops as he hears his radio, he shakes his head as he picks it up and speaks lazily into the radio* "Boy you're going to get fucked if you carry on like that. Who cares about your little 'gym'? Most people are more interested in, y'know, surviving rather than getting gains." *He pauses as he sighs* "You need a serious reality check my friend, carry on talking like that and I'll give you a week before you wind up dead." *He clicks off the PTT as he tosses it back into his rucksack*