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Kiera also seems to be questioning whether or not Eli is all that sane or the side he is on.
I think I am done with CS as well.
If anything there is anything wrong with my CS PM me and I'll fix it.
If anything there is anything wrong with my CS PM me and I'll fix it.
"There's a power substation on the way, won't take long for me to charge there." He said with a yawn. Just as he finished his yawn he through his pole down and jumped up as soon as it landed. Toe nor heel touched the ground he was lifted into the air. Leaning forward he began to move. Picking up speed he soon caught up to Keira. "Follow me, I got a place to recharge just a few blocks down. Keep up if you can glass girl. I'd hate for you to chip." Eli shouted over the roar of the unconfined wind as he increased his speed now traveling at much greater speed.
His curiosity about just how good Kiera was on that glass board. On top of going faster Eli also started taking the alleyways and narrow side streets as opposed to the wide open roads. The path he put them on was going to a base he had set aside. This was close to a power source of his but it wasn't an important one. At the base he could easily change close, or at least grab a clean shirt.
If this chick was gonna hang he was gonna have to prove herself. This wasn't about whose better or man vs woman, even about skill. No this was about being a gamer, about having the intestinal fortitude to step up. Whatever Zeke had up his sleeve, wasn't good or easy but what would life be without some insanity.
His curiosity about just how good Kiera was on that glass board. On top of going faster Eli also started taking the alleyways and narrow side streets as opposed to the wide open roads. The path he put them on was going to a base he had set aside. This was close to a power source of his but it wasn't an important one. At the base he could easily change close, or at least grab a clean shirt.
If this chick was gonna hang he was gonna have to prove herself. This wasn't about whose better or man vs woman, even about skill. No this was about being a gamer, about having the intestinal fortitude to step up. Whatever Zeke had up his sleeve, wasn't good or easy but what would life be without some insanity.
It never seems to amaze Senior Petty Officer Augustus Magnusson just how draining it was to be a medic. He couldn't fathom how the corpsman did it. Only a couple of hours into this day and he was already read to sleep for a couple of days. He hadn't kept a count of how many men, women and children he had stitched up but he knew it was way too many, even for his tastes.
After a little break where in he laid down and blocked everything out and for that moment. For that moment, it was almost peaceful, almost enjoyable. He really needed to do this more often. After his break he went back to stitching. What he found on his next bed was somewhat shocking to say the least. He never expected to see a face from his past in a place like the United Emirates of Orb.
One of his old buddies from his OMNI days. This old buddy of his brought back a flood of memories, from the days of bloody field work, from the days where he was just a mediocrely paid wetwork agent. It bothered him to say it but he really missed those days. As sad it was, they were happier times. He still had a girlfriend back then, one that would become a wife. A Wife that could have done a lot of good in his life, that could have changed him for the better.
This friends name James Harper, Jim for short. Jim and Ace served on many of the same Task Forces. They had lived and bleed together. They also killed together, a lot. Jim was splayed out on a cot, two bullet holes in his arm and a giant gash on his head. "Jimmy, my old friend how are you?" Augustus said with a jaunty smile. Jim let out a laugh between the groans of pain that were constant. "Oh Mags, I'm just on a vacation. Spending time with the kids and wife. You know living the dream." Augustus smiled for the first time in a long time.
"What are you doing in ORB? Won't OMNI be pissed that your slumming with the likes of us?" Augustus said sarcastically, his eyes focused and locked on to the task at hand. "I defected a few weeks ago. My family first them me. I traded some intell on a couple ops we ran after you left." Jim's face was contorted in pain from the wounds, stacking on to it was the fact that he had someone digging a needle and thread into his hand. "Stupid time to leave if you ask me." Augustus retorted. "I'm about done with your head. Did you dig those rounds out or are they still there?"
"Still there, after I got shot once or twice I ran home to be with my wife and kids. Maggie sends her love, she wants to have you over for dinner sometime." Jim tried to smile, he knew the rumors about Augustus but never asked. Losing a wife would be hard on any of them but for some reason it was rougher on Augustus than it should have been. "She was always a sweet one. If not a bit stupid." Augustus responded very quickly.
"We've heard a lot of rumors about you being unstable and drunk all the time." James Harper said with a softness in his voice that was really heard in men of their profession. "Just Mack running loose in my head. I'll be alright one day." Augustus said as he tied the last stitch closed. Jim sat up and pulled his shirt to his mouth. "You're so full of shit Augustus. Brother we are here for you if you need us. Now cut the shit and dig the G-d damn bullets out before they shoot you in the head for having a knife." Jim Harper only got one response as he shoved his shirt in his mouth and braced himself for someone to start digging around his arms. "Aye Captain." Augustus said somewhat solemnly, it wasn't hard to see just how right Jim Harper was.
After a little break where in he laid down and blocked everything out and for that moment. For that moment, it was almost peaceful, almost enjoyable. He really needed to do this more often. After his break he went back to stitching. What he found on his next bed was somewhat shocking to say the least. He never expected to see a face from his past in a place like the United Emirates of Orb.
One of his old buddies from his OMNI days. This old buddy of his brought back a flood of memories, from the days of bloody field work, from the days where he was just a mediocrely paid wetwork agent. It bothered him to say it but he really missed those days. As sad it was, they were happier times. He still had a girlfriend back then, one that would become a wife. A Wife that could have done a lot of good in his life, that could have changed him for the better.
This friends name James Harper, Jim for short. Jim and Ace served on many of the same Task Forces. They had lived and bleed together. They also killed together, a lot. Jim was splayed out on a cot, two bullet holes in his arm and a giant gash on his head. "Jimmy, my old friend how are you?" Augustus said with a jaunty smile. Jim let out a laugh between the groans of pain that were constant. "Oh Mags, I'm just on a vacation. Spending time with the kids and wife. You know living the dream." Augustus smiled for the first time in a long time.
"What are you doing in ORB? Won't OMNI be pissed that your slumming with the likes of us?" Augustus said sarcastically, his eyes focused and locked on to the task at hand. "I defected a few weeks ago. My family first them me. I traded some intell on a couple ops we ran after you left." Jim's face was contorted in pain from the wounds, stacking on to it was the fact that he had someone digging a needle and thread into his hand. "Stupid time to leave if you ask me." Augustus retorted. "I'm about done with your head. Did you dig those rounds out or are they still there?"
"Still there, after I got shot once or twice I ran home to be with my wife and kids. Maggie sends her love, she wants to have you over for dinner sometime." Jim tried to smile, he knew the rumors about Augustus but never asked. Losing a wife would be hard on any of them but for some reason it was rougher on Augustus than it should have been. "She was always a sweet one. If not a bit stupid." Augustus responded very quickly.
"We've heard a lot of rumors about you being unstable and drunk all the time." James Harper said with a softness in his voice that was really heard in men of their profession. "Just Mack running loose in my head. I'll be alright one day." Augustus said as he tied the last stitch closed. Jim sat up and pulled his shirt to his mouth. "You're so full of shit Augustus. Brother we are here for you if you need us. Now cut the shit and dig the G-d damn bullets out before they shoot you in the head for having a knife." Jim Harper only got one response as he shoved his shirt in his mouth and braced himself for someone to start digging around his arms. "Aye Captain." Augustus said somewhat solemnly, it wasn't hard to see just how right Jim Harper was.
I wasn't expecting such a slow down this soon.
My little buttercup has the sweetest smile
Dear little buttercup, won't you stay awhile
Come with me where moonbeams paint the sky
And you and I might linger in the sweet by and by, oh...
Dear little buttercup, with your eyes so blue
Oh little buttercup, you' re a dream come true
You and I will settle down in a cottage built for two
Oh, dear little buttercup, I love you...
You'd think I'd learn to figure out where I am posting before hitting the submit button.
Dear little buttercup, won't you stay awhile
Come with me where moonbeams paint the sky
And you and I might linger in the sweet by and by, oh...
Dear little buttercup, with your eyes so blue
Oh little buttercup, you' re a dream come true
You and I will settle down in a cottage built for two
Oh, dear little buttercup, I love you...
You'd think I'd learn to figure out where I am posting before hitting the submit button.
Roger that.
Is there anything I can do or do I just hang out till you post again?
Name: Justin Case
Nicknames: JC, Case
Aliases: Chosen, The Chosen One.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday/Birthplace/Nationality: 6/27, Tennessee, American
College Major/School Year/Occupation: Physical Therapy, Graduated, Martial Arts Instructor/ Personal Trainer.
Physical Appearance:
5'10 185lbs with a thick athletic frame.
Clothing: Faded blues jeans that cover a pair of lightweight running shoes. His upper body is normally covered in a fitted white and blue baseball shirt. When the cold weather calls for it he dons a leather riding jacket. Every now and then when he needs to, he will cover his baseball shirt with a unbuttoned dress shirt. His sleeves are always rolled up either just below or just above the elbow. His head is almost always cover in an old worn Tennessee ball cap.
Personality: Justin is a very hard working, nearly obsessive person. His way with words and people can be more than little gruff. Introverted by nature he isn't all that much of talker. He can be charming one minute and a complete ass the next. Reading people, their emotions and ticks and habits comes natural to him but ask him who his friends are, or others opinions of him and he is completely lost. Justin loves to help others, and help those who are unable to help them. For all his hate of bullies and authority and a need to help other. He can't help but see most people as weak and unable to defend themselves. His simple but extremely effective motto for his life is "If you are good to me, I'll be better to you. If you are bad, I'll be worse." He has a somewhat odd sense of humor and tries to see the world as objective as possible.
Likes: Training gear, motorcycles, life threatening situations, beer, guns, knives, music, small groups, friends and family.
Dislikes: Bullies, having to waiting, sitting still, stupidity, the constant need for the Japanese to reassure themselves, repetition of any sort, large groups of people.
Hobbies: Fighting competitively, Working out, training, helping others, and staying active.
Habits: Drinking, if he doesn't want to do something there is more than a fair chance he won't. He almost never uses the Japanese honorifics, preferring to use the American manners instead. He never wears his hat inside for more than a few minutes.
Physical Weapon:
-Skills and Attributes-
First Persona:
Name: Kaiwan
Description:
Inherit Resists Weak
Bad Status Fire, Ice, Dark - - - Electricity, Light
Skill Cost Effect
Virus Breath Inflicts damage equal to 25% of the target's current HP with a 25% chance of inflicting Poison. Affects all enemies.
Spirit Drain Syphons 20 SP from the target to you.
Evade Pierce Triples evasion against Pierce attacks.
Invigorate 2 Restore 5 SP on each turn, except for "1 More".
Vile Assault 12% HP Inflicts a large amount of Pierce damage with even greater power if the enemy is "Knocked Down".
Null Light Passive Nullifies Light attacks.
Ailment Boost Passive Increases odds of inflicting ailments.
After "Evolution": Helel
Description:
"A fallen angel of Judeo-Christian lore whose name signifies "Morning Star." Primarily known for defying God, but also worshiped as a bringer of light to mankind."
Weakness/Strength:
Immune: Light
Strong to: Slash/Strike/Pierce
Weak: Ice
Skills:
Maziodyne Inflicts heavy thunder damage upon all enemies.
Brave Blade Inflicts heavy slash damage upon one enemy.
Makarakarn Repel 1 Fire, Ice, Electrical, Wind, Light, or Dark attack.
Megidolaon Inflicts heavy Almighty damage upon all enemies.
God's Hand Inflicts severe Physical damage upon one enemy.
Character Past:
Justin was born to a military family. Both mother and father were career military. As a result he spent a lot of time moving from base to base never doing all that much to make friends. The only thing that remind constant in his was his pathological need to keep busy. From his home state of Tennessee, to Texas, to Germany and eventually Japan. Before the age of sixteen he had already seen three different countries and learned three different languages.

One of the few constant things he could on almost any base was a place to work out and a place to train in the martial arts. it became a great passion of his. As fate would have it, he also very good at it. He learned many different styles, some traditional but he came to love the more fluid styles that didn't focus on set movements or forms. Styles such as Muay Thai and Kickboxing, judo and jujitsu. For him the stand up game was much fun and challenging than the ground.
Once he got into the more modern styles of Martial Arts, he knew that he had to get into a ring and fight. By now he had already spent years training in different styles. Up till this point he had only been able to get a some light sparring matches. Matches that showed him the application of what he learned but nothing that truly let him flex his fighting muscles. His first fight was a magical experience for him. A memory that would last a life time.
The more he trained and conditioned his body the more interested he became in healing. That interest lead him down a path of physical therapy. Learning how the body moved, how it healed, and just fragile the body really was an amazing experience for him. So much so that it was almost a for gone conclusion that he would go back for grad school.
Now at the age of 23, he has started and maintain his own Martial Arts gym and is about to go back to grad school. By all outside standards, his life is just shy of perfect. Those people who think his life is perfect would shocked to spend anyone in his head. Dealing that constant feeling of being alone, even in a crowed room. His need for work and his isolation have done him no favors but he manages to get by.
Nicknames: JC, Case
Aliases: Chosen, The Chosen One.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday/Birthplace/Nationality: 6/27, Tennessee, American
College Major/School Year/Occupation: Physical Therapy, Graduated, Martial Arts Instructor/ Personal Trainer.
Physical Appearance:
5'10 185lbs with a thick athletic frame.
Clothing: Faded blues jeans that cover a pair of lightweight running shoes. His upper body is normally covered in a fitted white and blue baseball shirt. When the cold weather calls for it he dons a leather riding jacket. Every now and then when he needs to, he will cover his baseball shirt with a unbuttoned dress shirt. His sleeves are always rolled up either just below or just above the elbow. His head is almost always cover in an old worn Tennessee ball cap.
Personality: Justin is a very hard working, nearly obsessive person. His way with words and people can be more than little gruff. Introverted by nature he isn't all that much of talker. He can be charming one minute and a complete ass the next. Reading people, their emotions and ticks and habits comes natural to him but ask him who his friends are, or others opinions of him and he is completely lost. Justin loves to help others, and help those who are unable to help them. For all his hate of bullies and authority and a need to help other. He can't help but see most people as weak and unable to defend themselves. His simple but extremely effective motto for his life is "If you are good to me, I'll be better to you. If you are bad, I'll be worse." He has a somewhat odd sense of humor and tries to see the world as objective as possible.
Likes: Training gear, motorcycles, life threatening situations, beer, guns, knives, music, small groups, friends and family.
Dislikes: Bullies, having to waiting, sitting still, stupidity, the constant need for the Japanese to reassure themselves, repetition of any sort, large groups of people.
Hobbies: Fighting competitively, Working out, training, helping others, and staying active.
Habits: Drinking, if he doesn't want to do something there is more than a fair chance he won't. He almost never uses the Japanese honorifics, preferring to use the American manners instead. He never wears his hat inside for more than a few minutes.
Physical Weapon:
-Skills and Attributes-
First Persona:
Name: Kaiwan
Description:
Inherit Resists Weak
Bad Status Fire, Ice, Dark - - - Electricity, Light
Skill Cost Effect
Virus Breath Inflicts damage equal to 25% of the target's current HP with a 25% chance of inflicting Poison. Affects all enemies.
Spirit Drain Syphons 20 SP from the target to you.
Evade Pierce Triples evasion against Pierce attacks.
Invigorate 2 Restore 5 SP on each turn, except for "1 More".
Vile Assault 12% HP Inflicts a large amount of Pierce damage with even greater power if the enemy is "Knocked Down".
Null Light Passive Nullifies Light attacks.
Ailment Boost Passive Increases odds of inflicting ailments.
After "Evolution": Helel
Description:
"A fallen angel of Judeo-Christian lore whose name signifies "Morning Star." Primarily known for defying God, but also worshiped as a bringer of light to mankind."
Weakness/Strength:
Immune: Light
Strong to: Slash/Strike/Pierce
Weak: Ice
Skills:
Maziodyne Inflicts heavy thunder damage upon all enemies.
Brave Blade Inflicts heavy slash damage upon one enemy.
Makarakarn Repel 1 Fire, Ice, Electrical, Wind, Light, or Dark attack.
Megidolaon Inflicts heavy Almighty damage upon all enemies.
God's Hand Inflicts severe Physical damage upon one enemy.
Character Past:
Justin was born to a military family. Both mother and father were career military. As a result he spent a lot of time moving from base to base never doing all that much to make friends. The only thing that remind constant in his was his pathological need to keep busy. From his home state of Tennessee, to Texas, to Germany and eventually Japan. Before the age of sixteen he had already seen three different countries and learned three different languages.

One of the few constant things he could on almost any base was a place to work out and a place to train in the martial arts. it became a great passion of his. As fate would have it, he also very good at it. He learned many different styles, some traditional but he came to love the more fluid styles that didn't focus on set movements or forms. Styles such as Muay Thai and Kickboxing, judo and jujitsu. For him the stand up game was much fun and challenging than the ground.
Once he got into the more modern styles of Martial Arts, he knew that he had to get into a ring and fight. By now he had already spent years training in different styles. Up till this point he had only been able to get a some light sparring matches. Matches that showed him the application of what he learned but nothing that truly let him flex his fighting muscles. His first fight was a magical experience for him. A memory that would last a life time.
The more he trained and conditioned his body the more interested he became in healing. That interest lead him down a path of physical therapy. Learning how the body moved, how it healed, and just fragile the body really was an amazing experience for him. So much so that it was almost a for gone conclusion that he would go back for grad school.
Now at the age of 23, he has started and maintain his own Martial Arts gym and is about to go back to grad school. By all outside standards, his life is just shy of perfect. Those people who think his life is perfect would shocked to spend anyone in his head. Dealing that constant feeling of being alone, even in a crowed room. His need for work and his isolation have done him no favors but he manages to get by.
I'd really like to keep the star arcana. I already have some plans for the arcana and characteristics of my character. I wasn't trying to call you out or be an ass about you using persona from the Star aracan. I was just trying to figure out what was going on. If I want I still have Helel. I looked into and somehow they used Lucifer in the Judgement and Helel in the Star. That is if we are going by Persona 3 FES. So all in all, this is all my bad.
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