Aeris was happy to hear the eggs were healthy. She understood little of Kubrow anatomy, or anatomy of any kind for that matter and had not realised the effect a quick relocation would have on such fragile beings. Brushing a fly away hair away from her face, she nodded in understanding at his original reason for breeding. It only made sense to become a caretaker for something when unable to reproduce and he had provided the order with plenty strong and energetic companions in Shinto's time as Master. The new pups would be a welcome addition to the clan.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly got bleak and Aeris fought against the want to flinch back against Tetsu's rising anger. Her curiosity was sated the longer the Rhino Tenno talked though she become more and more uncomfortable. His emotions were running high and she knew had she been anyone else, she would have tried to comfort him, put a hand on his shoulder, and what have you. Instead she stared at him with a mix of shock and annoyance. Tetsu's experience was why rescue assignments were so important, there was no telling what the Grineer and Corpus would do to a captive Tenno.
Standing, Aeris looked at the console Tetsu had ruined and shook her head. The incubators were not the only things that would need maitinence. "I can't imagine you smell like roses under your frame." she said calmly. It was a good thing Khan was close by, he seemed to calm the scarred man quite considerably and the comment about getting a hangover was almost enough to make Aeris grin. She nodded toward the door and shrugged, "I'll need to beat you at something tonight, so drinking it is."
Without another word Aeris left the room under the assumption Tetsu was following. She passed through the garden, taking note that Samsara was now in her warframe. It was obvious in her posture that something had happened. Probably a bout between her and Kuro as seemed to be ritual lately. Through the adjacent door, she waited for Tetsu to catch up as well as give himself a chance to change his mind about drinking the day away. Not that Aeris had any complaints but she knew about his anger and an angry drunk was a dangerous drunk.
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Hello!
I am Syl, a non-binary person from Canada!
I have years of roleplay experience spread over various sites. I was here before the big wipe happened and enjoyed the community. I've come back after several years to rekindle my love for writing and roleplay. I can and will play most most genders, however I prefer my main character to be NB or a man.
I also have experience in D&D as a DM and so have experience creating settings, plots, and diverse characters.
I am Syl, a non-binary person from Canada!
I have years of roleplay experience spread over various sites. I was here before the big wipe happened and enjoyed the community. I've come back after several years to rekindle my love for writing and roleplay. I can and will play most most genders, however I prefer my main character to be NB or a man.
I also have experience in D&D as a DM and so have experience creating settings, plots, and diverse characters.
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I'll have a post up tonight! :)
Name: Gladron
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Age: 36
Skills: Conjuration, Archery, One Handed, Sneak
Equipment: Gladron carries nothing in the way of weapons, prefering instead to conjur one in the time of need. Clothing wise, Gladron can always be seen sporting black leather armor with matching cloack. Under the leather he wears black, gold embroidered cotton. Pouches line his waist and are always filled with various potions and poisons as well as keys he has collected from his various jobs.
Biography: Gladron was born and raised in the Summerset Isles. From a young age he was trained in the ways of magic, choosing to persue conjuration unlike his kin who instead focused on destruction. Early in his childhood, the young Altmer was drafted into the Thalmor ranks and climbed the chain of command to become a Thalmor wizard. He was soon sent across the continent to fight those that would not submit to the Aldmeri Dominion and put them down.
Despite Talos being banned as a figure of worship, Gladron was unable to rid the story of Tiber Septim's ascension to godhood. Though he did not believe the story himself, he saw the hope and joy it gave to those that did and wished to preserve their rights to worship whom or whatever they wished, going so far as to defend the rights of daedric worshippers. Gladron left the Thalmor at the age of thirty to travel north to Skyrim. It was in Skyrim where Gladron found his own path. Agreeing with neither side, Stormcloaks or Imperials, Gladron decided to fight for both as an assassin though he loathes being compared to the likes of the Dark Brotherhood.
Two years into his stay in Skyrim, Gladron was stricken with vampirism. Being hated and shunned took a large toll on his psyche and after three years sought a cure. It took nearly half a year to find someone capable of curing him. His quest brought him to Falion in Morthal who, with a black soul gem, was able to cure Gladron.
Appearance:
Personality: Gladron before acquiring vampirisim was an open and generally content man but after being cured he turned in on himself. Years of being a vampire gave him a sense of sadism and all around enjoyment of killing. Catch him at the right time and he can be as friendly as he once was but make any sort of threat, insult, joking or otherwise and be prepared for a fight. Despite all this, Gladron really only longs for someone to call his friend as his isolation has made him feel more than lonely.
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Age: 36
Skills: Conjuration, Archery, One Handed, Sneak
Equipment: Gladron carries nothing in the way of weapons, prefering instead to conjur one in the time of need. Clothing wise, Gladron can always be seen sporting black leather armor with matching cloack. Under the leather he wears black, gold embroidered cotton. Pouches line his waist and are always filled with various potions and poisons as well as keys he has collected from his various jobs.
Biography: Gladron was born and raised in the Summerset Isles. From a young age he was trained in the ways of magic, choosing to persue conjuration unlike his kin who instead focused on destruction. Early in his childhood, the young Altmer was drafted into the Thalmor ranks and climbed the chain of command to become a Thalmor wizard. He was soon sent across the continent to fight those that would not submit to the Aldmeri Dominion and put them down.
Despite Talos being banned as a figure of worship, Gladron was unable to rid the story of Tiber Septim's ascension to godhood. Though he did not believe the story himself, he saw the hope and joy it gave to those that did and wished to preserve their rights to worship whom or whatever they wished, going so far as to defend the rights of daedric worshippers. Gladron left the Thalmor at the age of thirty to travel north to Skyrim. It was in Skyrim where Gladron found his own path. Agreeing with neither side, Stormcloaks or Imperials, Gladron decided to fight for both as an assassin though he loathes being compared to the likes of the Dark Brotherhood.
Two years into his stay in Skyrim, Gladron was stricken with vampirism. Being hated and shunned took a large toll on his psyche and after three years sought a cure. It took nearly half a year to find someone capable of curing him. His quest brought him to Falion in Morthal who, with a black soul gem, was able to cure Gladron.
Appearance:
Personality: Gladron before acquiring vampirisim was an open and generally content man but after being cured he turned in on himself. Years of being a vampire gave him a sense of sadism and all around enjoyment of killing. Catch him at the right time and he can be as friendly as he once was but make any sort of threat, insult, joking or otherwise and be prepared for a fight. Despite all this, Gladron really only longs for someone to call his friend as his isolation has made him feel more than lonely.
I'm very interested in this
We should make something big happen :P
Aeris thought about the different breeds of Kubrow it seemed obvious for her to choose a Huras considering her warframe's speciality was stealth. Perhaps however, that was why she might need something with a little more strength, to make up for what she lacked in brawn. The red headed woman was happy to hear she would have a partner during the raid. They would be a distraction while another looted everything in the cargo hold, that would ensure maximum Corpus casualties, something Aeris was all too happy to contribute to.
When Khan greeted them at the door, Aeris waited until Tetsu moved to the incubators before tussling the Kubrow's wiry fur. There was no need to crouch down as the Kubrow's shoulders reached halfway up her torso. Any larger and she was convinced she could have rode him into battle. "Are you going to look after the pups Khan?" She asked, running her hand over his head, "Make sure to take special care of mine." Aeris shuffled her way beside Khan to stand by Tetsu who was inspecting the incubators. A hand found its way to her warframe bracelet and she wondered when she had last taken it off. She was sure she never had, like many tenno her warframe was her life, part of her. It seemed that way more so for Tetsu as he was almost never seen outside the suit. Aeris had never asked why that was but the question was suddenly burning in her mind. Instead she asked, "The eggs are healthy?" Of course they were but for the moment that was the only thing keeping her from trying to dive into his past, "What made you want to breed Kubrows?"
When Khan greeted them at the door, Aeris waited until Tetsu moved to the incubators before tussling the Kubrow's wiry fur. There was no need to crouch down as the Kubrow's shoulders reached halfway up her torso. Any larger and she was convinced she could have rode him into battle. "Are you going to look after the pups Khan?" She asked, running her hand over his head, "Make sure to take special care of mine." Aeris shuffled her way beside Khan to stand by Tetsu who was inspecting the incubators. A hand found its way to her warframe bracelet and she wondered when she had last taken it off. She was sure she never had, like many tenno her warframe was her life, part of her. It seemed that way more so for Tetsu as he was almost never seen outside the suit. Aeris had never asked why that was but the question was suddenly burning in her mind. Instead she asked, "The eggs are healthy?" Of course they were but for the moment that was the only thing keeping her from trying to dive into his past, "What made you want to breed Kubrows?"
I'll get a post up tonight after work
Ouch a voice echoed in Peter's mind. He did not remember thinking that and glanced back at the woman he was pulling along. He was fairly confident she was unable to talk with the collar around her throat and it took only a second to realize that thus girl may very well be a telepath. Having met Xavier, Peter was well antiquated with the invasive feeling of talking through thoughts.
Bark exploded beside the girl as they ran and Peter pulled her forward, wrapping her in an arm and taking the full blunt of splinters that flew in their direction. They were close enough now to the buildings to get to safety. Peter held the woman close and aimed his web shooter at the corner of the closest building and with a great heave, carried the pair into the air. Kicking off the side of the building, he attached to the next and the next. Travelling by webs was easy alone when he had two hands but with the extra body and being reduced to a single hand was more stressful than Peter would have liked. The sounds of gunfire and engines were behind them now and he swung himself and the woman up to the top of a luxury hotel by the name of The Carlyle. One the ledge he released his charge to crouch at the edge of the building and watch the streets below. He supposed going to their original destination would have been easier but there was a chance Hydra would be waiting there as well. Had any of the Avengers been in the city, Peter would have alerted them to the threat but as it was, Spiderman was on his own.
"So can you talk?" Peter asked, throwing a masked look over his shoulder, "Or is it only that psychic thing?"
Confident they were safe from ground forces, Peter instead looked to the sky, absently fidgeting with his web shooters and checking their levels. He switched out a cartridge on his right wrist and stepped away from the edge and closer to his 'cargo.' She seemed harmless enough though looks could be deceiving.
Bark exploded beside the girl as they ran and Peter pulled her forward, wrapping her in an arm and taking the full blunt of splinters that flew in their direction. They were close enough now to the buildings to get to safety. Peter held the woman close and aimed his web shooter at the corner of the closest building and with a great heave, carried the pair into the air. Kicking off the side of the building, he attached to the next and the next. Travelling by webs was easy alone when he had two hands but with the extra body and being reduced to a single hand was more stressful than Peter would have liked. The sounds of gunfire and engines were behind them now and he swung himself and the woman up to the top of a luxury hotel by the name of The Carlyle. One the ledge he released his charge to crouch at the edge of the building and watch the streets below. He supposed going to their original destination would have been easier but there was a chance Hydra would be waiting there as well. Had any of the Avengers been in the city, Peter would have alerted them to the threat but as it was, Spiderman was on his own.
"So can you talk?" Peter asked, throwing a masked look over his shoulder, "Or is it only that psychic thing?"
Confident they were safe from ground forces, Peter instead looked to the sky, absently fidgeting with his web shooters and checking their levels. He switched out a cartridge on his right wrist and stepped away from the edge and closer to his 'cargo.' She seemed harmless enough though looks could be deceiving.
My son, you have committed a necessary evil act in order to save us all from the hell that is a dead Rp. :')
I be thinking it's time to break some cardinal rules to get things moving
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