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I do already have one taker, but if we both work with the understanding that we have busy lives and might not necessarily post each day, I think I can squeeze a second rp in :)
Hello hello, welcome to my interest check!
Let's cut to the chase: You're looking to rp, I'm looking to rp, maybe we can join up!
As a small introduction: My name here is Eve X, I'm 27 year old, yadayada. Love rping, but I do have a busy and hectic life. For this reason, I'm looking for just the one partner right now. (Ok, maybe two. I might be able to handle that). I try and post daily when I can, but I'm not always able to. I have a fulltime job, a side-business, a husband, four rabbits and a puppy. These do take priority.
With that out of the way, here is a particular plot that I am eager to get going, titled (you guessed it!) "Oh, Grow Up!"
I'm also open to suggestions and open to most genres, though sci-fi and military are of no interest to me. I do love modern and slice-of-life rps, especially when its mixed up with a dash of the supernatural. So, if you got something else you'd like to give a try, do feel free to PM me :)
Let's cut to the chase: You're looking to rp, I'm looking to rp, maybe we can join up!
As a small introduction: My name here is Eve X, I'm 27 year old, yadayada. Love rping, but I do have a busy and hectic life. For this reason, I'm looking for just the one partner right now. (Ok, maybe two. I might be able to handle that). I try and post daily when I can, but I'm not always able to. I have a fulltime job, a side-business, a husband, four rabbits and a puppy. These do take priority.
With that out of the way, here is a particular plot that I am eager to get going, titled (you guessed it!) "Oh, Grow Up!"
I'm also open to suggestions and open to most genres, though sci-fi and military are of no interest to me. I do love modern and slice-of-life rps, especially when its mixed up with a dash of the supernatural. So, if you got something else you'd like to give a try, do feel free to PM me :)
“We've got her on radar.” The voice of the ship's pilot, Sam Hutchins, sounded through Caiden's headset. With a slight nod to Micaea, Caiden raised himself from his seat, making his way from the crew's quarters to the command deck. The title was perhaps a little bit grand for what it truly was: A small cockpit from where Sam flew the ship. There was a second seat for a co-pilot, though there was no official occupant for it.
“There you are.” Sam spoke by way of greeting as Caiden entered the area. He barely even glanced up from his screens as Caiden took a seat beside him.
“Right. What do you have to show me?” Caiden spoke, eyes scanning over the radar before him.
“I still don't see how this is a good idea, Caiden.” Sam spoke up. Caiden stifled a groan. His crew of three all seemed to share the same thought, and apparently only Zilantia had managed to keep her thoughts to herself. Sam, his pilot, only seemed to picking up where Micraea had left off.
“Don't care, Sam. I hired you to be my pilot, not my judge.” Caiden shut the man down. Though the two went a long way back, Caiden had no desire to listen to any more judgements upon his judgements. He could tell his snippy response wasn't received too well.
“So, I'm not supposed to say anything about the fact that we are stalking a naval ship?” The man shot back sarcastically, a single red brow arched. “I don't know what you're planning, Caiden, but if it involves meddling with enforcers of the law, I'm out.”
“We're not.”
“Well, that's what it looks like.” Sam muttered. “So, what is it that we are doing that requires us to closely follow a thief that is already in custody?”
“I'm not the first officer she screwed. I doubt I'll be the last.” Caiden spoke dryly. “She's a slippery one. And when. Not if. When she slips away, we'll get her.”
“That's just pathetic, Caiden. She's in official custody. There's no way she's getting out. Sh- FUCK”
Sam's sentence was abruptly cut short by his surprised yelp. Before his very own eyes, an explosion tore through the very ship they had been following, shredding the metal into a thousand razorsharp pieces, hurling through space at lethal speed.
Hurtling right towards them.
“There you are.” Sam spoke by way of greeting as Caiden entered the area. He barely even glanced up from his screens as Caiden took a seat beside him.
“Right. What do you have to show me?” Caiden spoke, eyes scanning over the radar before him.
“I still don't see how this is a good idea, Caiden.” Sam spoke up. Caiden stifled a groan. His crew of three all seemed to share the same thought, and apparently only Zilantia had managed to keep her thoughts to herself. Sam, his pilot, only seemed to picking up where Micraea had left off.
“Don't care, Sam. I hired you to be my pilot, not my judge.” Caiden shut the man down. Though the two went a long way back, Caiden had no desire to listen to any more judgements upon his judgements. He could tell his snippy response wasn't received too well.
“So, I'm not supposed to say anything about the fact that we are stalking a naval ship?” The man shot back sarcastically, a single red brow arched. “I don't know what you're planning, Caiden, but if it involves meddling with enforcers of the law, I'm out.”
“We're not.”
“Well, that's what it looks like.” Sam muttered. “So, what is it that we are doing that requires us to closely follow a thief that is already in custody?”
“I'm not the first officer she screwed. I doubt I'll be the last.” Caiden spoke dryly. “She's a slippery one. And when. Not if. When she slips away, we'll get her.”
“That's just pathetic, Caiden. She's in official custody. There's no way she's getting out. Sh- FUCK”
Sam's sentence was abruptly cut short by his surprised yelp. Before his very own eyes, an explosion tore through the very ship they had been following, shredding the metal into a thousand razorsharp pieces, hurling through space at lethal speed.
Hurtling right towards them.
Oooh nice :D
I was going to get my edited sheet in, but haven't gotten around to it yet, sorry.
I was going to get my edited sheet in, but haven't gotten around to it yet, sorry.
Name: Caiden Garven
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Born a military brat, Caiden is a man who lives by the code. At least, while he was on the job. Though he is honest, his penchant for loyalty has taken a strong hit with his forced resignation from the force.
Caiden is a man of action. You won't find him hanging in front of the tv, or settled down with a good book. He has a passion for fitness, working out when off-duty to keep himself into shape. Another source of relaxation that Caiden turns to, would be the local nightlife. No matter where “local” would be for him at any time during his deployments, he would find time to hit the bars.
Skills: Give the man a gun, and he'll blow you away. An excellent marksman through and through, there doesn't seem to be a weapon that Caiden can not handle. From the old-fashioned shotguns from earth, to the high-tec Revenant Assault guns favoured by the force, he knows his way around them.
Still, his fighting skill does not stop at merely guns. A firm believer in being prepared for the worst, Caiden is also adept in hand to hand, favouring techniques relying on strength over those depending on agility. Though he is far from a wooden figure, he is not particularly light on his feet.
Equipment:
Assault Rifle – The RX-74 Ravager, a semi-automatic rifle packing large rounds. Kitted out with stability dampers and a thermal scope, he favours the gun for longer-distance gunfights, or providing cover for others.
Heavy Pistol – AQX Avenger. Though by now almost hopelessly outdated, Caiden's heavy pistol still packs quite the punch. Passed down to him by his father, one would almost think he carries it purely out of sentiment. Do not be mistaken, however. The Avenger is a highly accurate and reliable pistol that can cause plenty of damage.
Small Explosives etc – Part of the standard bounty-hunter kit -if there were such a thing -, Caiden carries a few small grenades of several types, including smoke, tear-gas and flash-bangs.
Sundries: Handcuffs, Torch, Communication device.
Bio: Caiden was born to a militairy family, with both his father and mother serving. While he was young, his mother temporarily stepped back from the action to take care of him. She was, however, not much of a housewife. Even to four-year old Caiden, it was clear that she was itching to get back in action. By the time he turned five, his mother had once again resumed active duty.
Caiden followed up in his parents' footsteps. Aged 15, he enrolled himself into the militairy space program, keen to join the ranks. Despite a mere-average intelligence in academics, he rose through the ranks quite quickly by merit of his above average marksman ship and excellent tactics.
He was facing a promising future, with promotion almost within grasp when he first got tangled with Kahjo. Now, that future is all but shattered. Facing dishonourable discharge when his indiscretions surfaced, he begrudgingly resigned. With no other real skills but the life that he knew, Caiden turned to the life of a bounty hunter.
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T here's a start. I shall edit it a bit more later.
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Born a military brat, Caiden is a man who lives by the code. At least, while he was on the job. Though he is honest, his penchant for loyalty has taken a strong hit with his forced resignation from the force.
Caiden is a man of action. You won't find him hanging in front of the tv, or settled down with a good book. He has a passion for fitness, working out when off-duty to keep himself into shape. Another source of relaxation that Caiden turns to, would be the local nightlife. No matter where “local” would be for him at any time during his deployments, he would find time to hit the bars.
Skills: Give the man a gun, and he'll blow you away. An excellent marksman through and through, there doesn't seem to be a weapon that Caiden can not handle. From the old-fashioned shotguns from earth, to the high-tec Revenant Assault guns favoured by the force, he knows his way around them.
Still, his fighting skill does not stop at merely guns. A firm believer in being prepared for the worst, Caiden is also adept in hand to hand, favouring techniques relying on strength over those depending on agility. Though he is far from a wooden figure, he is not particularly light on his feet.
Equipment:
Assault Rifle – The RX-74 Ravager, a semi-automatic rifle packing large rounds. Kitted out with stability dampers and a thermal scope, he favours the gun for longer-distance gunfights, or providing cover for others.
Heavy Pistol – AQX Avenger. Though by now almost hopelessly outdated, Caiden's heavy pistol still packs quite the punch. Passed down to him by his father, one would almost think he carries it purely out of sentiment. Do not be mistaken, however. The Avenger is a highly accurate and reliable pistol that can cause plenty of damage.
Small Explosives etc – Part of the standard bounty-hunter kit -if there were such a thing -, Caiden carries a few small grenades of several types, including smoke, tear-gas and flash-bangs.
Sundries: Handcuffs, Torch, Communication device.
Bio: Caiden was born to a militairy family, with both his father and mother serving. While he was young, his mother temporarily stepped back from the action to take care of him. She was, however, not much of a housewife. Even to four-year old Caiden, it was clear that she was itching to get back in action. By the time he turned five, his mother had once again resumed active duty.
Caiden followed up in his parents' footsteps. Aged 15, he enrolled himself into the militairy space program, keen to join the ranks. Despite a mere-average intelligence in academics, he rose through the ranks quite quickly by merit of his above average marksman ship and excellent tactics.
He was facing a promising future, with promotion almost within grasp when he first got tangled with Kahjo. Now, that future is all but shattered. Facing dishonourable discharge when his indiscretions surfaced, he begrudgingly resigned. With no other real skills but the life that he knew, Caiden turned to the life of a bounty hunter.
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T here's a start. I shall edit it a bit more later.
There we go, managed one after all :)
It took a crew to fly a spaceship. Sure, a shuttle could be manned by one, or, if you had the know-how or the money to man it with AI, then there was always that option. Sadly, it wasn't an option that Caiden could afford. Not by a long shot. The amount of credits it took was far beyond his wage. It certainly didn't help he had lost his one steady source of income.
Even though it had been months, there was no denying that Caiden was still bitter about his severance from the force. He had loved the job. It was in his blood. It was in his genes, goddamnit. All stripped away from him over a stupid indiscretion. How was he supposed to know the woman he had met in a club, had been a wanted criminal? Was he supposed to background-check every woman he was considering to screw?
It certainly had been overkill to force his resignation. Certainly some disciplinary action, a little tap on the wrist, would have been sufficient. Instead, his whole career at the force had been destroyed. He was told he had been lucky he had been given the choice of resignation, for a dishonourable discharge would've ruined his career in virtually any field, too. Not that it would've mattered much. Caiden's heart had been in the army. There was no other carreer he wanted to pursue. Nor were there many he was qualified for.
When it came down to it, he was a man of action, not thoughts. He had no real diplomas, no real academic achievements to write down on his CV. For over twenty years, the army had been his life. He had grown up in it, trained in it, worked in it. And now, he had been spat out by it as well. Left to the side like yesterday's leftovers. Penniless and prospect-less.
And he really would've loved the pennies right now to afford an AI crew.
“Seriously, Micraea, if you don't drop it now, I will drop you at the nearest space station.” Caiden groaned, indexfinger and thumb rubbing his temples.
“I'm just saying, Caiden. I don't think it's healthy to be chasing after your ex.” The stone-faced woman spoke, shaking her head slightly.
“Scrap that. I'll throw you straight out of the airlock.” The man grumbled, sending the Kayrhad woman a slight glare. Of course, the threat seemed rather idle. At an imposing 8 feet height and with an almost frighting amount of muscle, Micraea was anything but microscopic. Yet, her appearance was deceiving. As rough and intimidating as she appeared, it did not stop her from trying to mother him on occasion. And Caiden did not want to hear it.
“I'm concerned, Caiden. It;s too personal. The woman broke your heart” Micraea spoke.
“She didn't break my heart. She ruined my career. There's a huge difference.”
“You cared for her.”
“I did not. She was just a screw. And not even a particularly good one.” Caiden shot back.
The look the woman gave him made it clear she did not believe.
“Whatever.” Caiden grumped. “That's not what this is about any way. This is about the bounty. There's a huge bounty upon that perky little arse, and I'm going to cash it. This is business. Nothing more, nothing less. And if anything, she has this coming to her.”
“If you say so.” Micraea merely shrugged. Shaking her head slightly, the tall alien turned her attention back to the console before her, large body cramped in the somewhat small space. For a few minutes, a slightly heavy silence lingered between them.
“So, we stick to the plan.” Caiden spoke. The Kayrhad nodded.
Even though it had been months, there was no denying that Caiden was still bitter about his severance from the force. He had loved the job. It was in his blood. It was in his genes, goddamnit. All stripped away from him over a stupid indiscretion. How was he supposed to know the woman he had met in a club, had been a wanted criminal? Was he supposed to background-check every woman he was considering to screw?
It certainly had been overkill to force his resignation. Certainly some disciplinary action, a little tap on the wrist, would have been sufficient. Instead, his whole career at the force had been destroyed. He was told he had been lucky he had been given the choice of resignation, for a dishonourable discharge would've ruined his career in virtually any field, too. Not that it would've mattered much. Caiden's heart had been in the army. There was no other carreer he wanted to pursue. Nor were there many he was qualified for.
When it came down to it, he was a man of action, not thoughts. He had no real diplomas, no real academic achievements to write down on his CV. For over twenty years, the army had been his life. He had grown up in it, trained in it, worked in it. And now, he had been spat out by it as well. Left to the side like yesterday's leftovers. Penniless and prospect-less.
And he really would've loved the pennies right now to afford an AI crew.
“Seriously, Micraea, if you don't drop it now, I will drop you at the nearest space station.” Caiden groaned, indexfinger and thumb rubbing his temples.
“I'm just saying, Caiden. I don't think it's healthy to be chasing after your ex.” The stone-faced woman spoke, shaking her head slightly.
“Scrap that. I'll throw you straight out of the airlock.” The man grumbled, sending the Kayrhad woman a slight glare. Of course, the threat seemed rather idle. At an imposing 8 feet height and with an almost frighting amount of muscle, Micraea was anything but microscopic. Yet, her appearance was deceiving. As rough and intimidating as she appeared, it did not stop her from trying to mother him on occasion. And Caiden did not want to hear it.
“I'm concerned, Caiden. It;s too personal. The woman broke your heart” Micraea spoke.
“She didn't break my heart. She ruined my career. There's a huge difference.”
“You cared for her.”
“I did not. She was just a screw. And not even a particularly good one.” Caiden shot back.
The look the woman gave him made it clear she did not believe.
“Whatever.” Caiden grumped. “That's not what this is about any way. This is about the bounty. There's a huge bounty upon that perky little arse, and I'm going to cash it. This is business. Nothing more, nothing less. And if anything, she has this coming to her.”
“If you say so.” Micraea merely shrugged. Shaking her head slightly, the tall alien turned her attention back to the console before her, large body cramped in the somewhat small space. For a few minutes, a slightly heavy silence lingered between them.
“So, we stick to the plan.” Caiden spoke. The Kayrhad nodded.
I shall try and get to it as soon as possible, but got a busy weekend ahead (yay for the fiance planning both friends coming over today and his parents tomorrow. Argh )
I'm not entirely sure yet where to start, but I'm sure I'll get it:)
I'm not entirely sure yet where to start, but I'm sure I'll get it:)
Bemused, Neveah watched as the man drove away, seemingly entirely unconcerned with the fact that he had left the scene of the crime with at the very least one witness who could identify him. The man was cocky. Or perhaps just very, very foolish. She wasn't sure which one it was. She was more inclined to believe the latter – he had virtually admitted to her that he had indeed been the culprit behind the chaos.
The man was odd indeed.
Still, what jarred her the most, had been his closing words. His warning that her father would be mad. And would continue to be for the next few weeks, as he had the intention to ruin the man's life.
Much as part of her wanted to see it happen, she knew the wiser step to take would be to testify to the police. To give a detailed description of the man responsible for the chaos.
If she didn't get him turned in, she knew she would be in trouble.
She didn't know what the man had done, or why he had done it. She didn't know what it was that he was planning to do. All that she knew, was that her stepfather had a vile temper, and any sabotage towards him, would eventually land on her. And much as the man had suggested she'd run or hide, the fact was that she couldn't. It wasn't that easy. It never had been.
She had tried.
It always ended badly.
So why didn't she contact the police?
The man was odd indeed.
Still, what jarred her the most, had been his closing words. His warning that her father would be mad. And would continue to be for the next few weeks, as he had the intention to ruin the man's life.
Much as part of her wanted to see it happen, she knew the wiser step to take would be to testify to the police. To give a detailed description of the man responsible for the chaos.
If she didn't get him turned in, she knew she would be in trouble.
She didn't know what the man had done, or why he had done it. She didn't know what it was that he was planning to do. All that she knew, was that her stepfather had a vile temper, and any sabotage towards him, would eventually land on her. And much as the man had suggested she'd run or hide, the fact was that she couldn't. It wasn't that easy. It never had been.
She had tried.
It always ended badly.
So why didn't she contact the police?
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