Fair enough, I'll continue to act like a vet then if folks are happy enough with that.
Cheers, and apologies, Sam.
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Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
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How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
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The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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Damn guys, I wrote my IC before going back and reading the OOC. I've written like Rane's already been on the ship for a while. Haven't actually made it sound like he's met the other RPer's except Sparrow but its not quite the tact you all agreed upon.
Would any of you like me to edit it, or are you happy enough to live with my mistake?
Cheers, Sam
Would any of you like me to edit it, or are you happy enough to live with my mistake?
Cheers, Sam
Is this just an X-men RP or are the rest of the marvel universe open to RPer's? I notice you mention Asgardians so I'm not sure.
Cheers, Sam
Cheers, Sam
Empty Space was silent, everyone knew that. With no air there is nothing for 'sound' as we call it to vibrate through. Unluckily for the crew the same couldn't be said of the Marauders ship, what with Rane snoring so loud they could probably hear him in down the engineering deck. He was snoozing in the common room, sprawled out on an old battered communal sofa that he had taken a shine too, his arms wrapped around the scabbarded Sword of the Skyfather like it was his favourite teddy.
"Captain Hunt asking all members to meet in the briefing room. All members to the briefing room." The message crackled through both the ships wall mounted intercoms and a small communicator attached to Rane's belt. Even with the stereo sound it woulda surprised a casual observer that the Canmorian's deep slumber could be disturbed, but sure enough he's eyes flickered open and he rolled off the couch with the nimbleness of a cat. Not that Rane would have known what a cat was.
The Lanky Canmorian spent a few mintues straightening himself out and affixing the Sword of the Skyfather in its place, hanging on a baldric between his shoulder blades, before sauntering outta the communal area and down the hallways towards the briefing room, swapping pleasantries and jokes with just about everyone he passed. Rane had been aboard the ship for over two years now, and the more experienced crew had come to accept him, even coming to love his off the wall humour and slightly off centre personality. The newer kids though, they always gave him a wide berth and a suspicious eye. Most folk have heard the stories of Red Rain, the Insane Canmorian, and not one of those stories were for the faint of heart. At this point he was probably only second in infamy to Hunt himself, but with a much gorier legend.
He made a quick stop at the kitchen to grab himself a quick bite, a quaint human invention called a 'sandwich'. Brilliant inventors these pinks he thought to himself, pinks being the term Canmorian's gave humans. He sauntered into the briefing room, darting slitted eyes taking in the assembled crowd before his mouth cracked into a grin, specs of bread and ham wedged between sharp teeth.
"Morning Cap, Newbies." he offered to the assembled crowd, the distinctive sandpaper-rasp that all Canmorians had giving his heartfelt greetings an almost sinister edge. Entering the room he took a seat next to Hunt before glancing at the planetary display, whereupon his smile faded somewhat.
"Ice planet eh Hunt? Council must be annoyed at us for something. Maybe you shouldn't have made such a mess of all those dealers last time." referring to their last mission when they had dismantled a large ring of Illegal distributors. Rane had a bit of an aversion to ice planets as his cold blooded physiology struggled in the cold, making him sluggish and slow. He'd rather not go down, but if either Hunt and his Marauder's needed him there then that's were Rane would be.
"Captain Hunt asking all members to meet in the briefing room. All members to the briefing room." The message crackled through both the ships wall mounted intercoms and a small communicator attached to Rane's belt. Even with the stereo sound it woulda surprised a casual observer that the Canmorian's deep slumber could be disturbed, but sure enough he's eyes flickered open and he rolled off the couch with the nimbleness of a cat. Not that Rane would have known what a cat was.
The Lanky Canmorian spent a few mintues straightening himself out and affixing the Sword of the Skyfather in its place, hanging on a baldric between his shoulder blades, before sauntering outta the communal area and down the hallways towards the briefing room, swapping pleasantries and jokes with just about everyone he passed. Rane had been aboard the ship for over two years now, and the more experienced crew had come to accept him, even coming to love his off the wall humour and slightly off centre personality. The newer kids though, they always gave him a wide berth and a suspicious eye. Most folk have heard the stories of Red Rain, the Insane Canmorian, and not one of those stories were for the faint of heart. At this point he was probably only second in infamy to Hunt himself, but with a much gorier legend.
He made a quick stop at the kitchen to grab himself a quick bite, a quaint human invention called a 'sandwich'. Brilliant inventors these pinks he thought to himself, pinks being the term Canmorian's gave humans. He sauntered into the briefing room, darting slitted eyes taking in the assembled crowd before his mouth cracked into a grin, specs of bread and ham wedged between sharp teeth.
"Morning Cap, Newbies." he offered to the assembled crowd, the distinctive sandpaper-rasp that all Canmorians had giving his heartfelt greetings an almost sinister edge. Entering the room he took a seat next to Hunt before glancing at the planetary display, whereupon his smile faded somewhat.
"Ice planet eh Hunt? Council must be annoyed at us for something. Maybe you shouldn't have made such a mess of all those dealers last time." referring to their last mission when they had dismantled a large ring of Illegal distributors. Rane had a bit of an aversion to ice planets as his cold blooded physiology struggled in the cold, making him sluggish and slow. He'd rather not go down, but if either Hunt and his Marauder's needed him there then that's were Rane would be.
Still big enough to put the hurt on some fools!
See ya ONL!
See ya ONL!
Hey Fiddler, just for reference how big'l Sky be when she's a dragon?
Sweet, looking forward to getting this show on the road. Its gonna be like The Expendables. . . IN SPACE!
KL explicitly stated that walking around with his cowl down is something Bats doesn't do around the young'uns
Name: Rane Traxian
AKA: Insane Rane, Red Rane
Age: Unknown, though other Canmorians say he looks to be younger than middleaged
Appearance: Rane is a Canmorian from the planet Canmore, funnily enough, a lizard like bipedal alien that have a few key differences. Canmores gravity is heavier than that of earth and Canmorian bone structure is significantly denser than that of a human, making them stronger than any man. Rane stands at about 6'3" and although as lean as a rabbit, his frame hides a deceptive amount of muscle. He has hand painted tribal markings all over his face and body, but whatever he used for paint isn't washing off anytime soon. . . That's if he does wash. Like all Canmorians his skin is a milk bottle white and he is covered in bone plates and spikes that serve as an armor for the species. His eyes are an amber gold and slitted like a cats. Canmorians, much like humans, have a mixture of Incisor and Molar teeth but the incisors are slightly longer and sharper. Canmorians have three fingers and one thumb on their hands, and each digit ends in bone like talons.
Faction: Criminal, Former Bounty hunter, Marauder
Role in Team?: To make a big ol' mess of the enemy and be home by dinner time.
Bio: No one, not human or Canmorian, quite know what happened to Rane to make him the way he is. Some say he musta suffered some great tragedy in his past, others that he was born wrong. There's rumors that he's been the edge of space, and what he seen there drove him over the edge. Superstitious Canmorians, of which there are a lot, say that the Skyfather -the Canmorian God of creation- is punishing Rane for sins of a past life by giving him a soul with holes in it. Needless to say, there's something off about him.
The first people started hearing about him was about twenty years ago, just around the same time Humans started making waves, when he came outta nowhere offing bounty's that folks had previously thought untouchable. He was Insane, they said, taking on the high and mighty with nothing but a blaster and a vibrosword. Still, it was nice to have someone taking out the galaxy's trash. The years passed with Rane making more and more of a name for himself but not really doing much of note cept killing a few scumbugs.
Then, two years ago, he went and killed two committee members.
There was an outcry. Some bounty hunter filth had slaughtered some of the galaxy's finest! The committee peacekeeping forces where just gearing up to track Rane down when he went and saved them the trouble by handing himself in, sword held in one hand and a datapad in the other. The forces where suspicious at first, thinking it was some sorta trap. Little did they know the trouble was just beginning. Turns out the two committee members were little better than crooks themselves. Prostitution, drug trafficking, slavery, they were in on it all, and Rane had proof of it all on his little datapad. When asked where he got his info from he looked his interrogators straight in the eye, smiled wide and said "The committee". He then went on and told an intricate story of internal strife within the committee, where backdoor politics had gotten so outta hand that members were actively trying to get each other killed, and one enterprising Magalenian had fabricated all the evidence of the recently deceased corruption to try and remove them from galactic
politics. "I only figured it out after I cut that fella in half" said Rane "Felt it was only right to turn myself in after".
The story he told was incredible, so incredible it almost had to be believed, one that no sane person would come out with. However it was widely known that Rane was nuts, and the evidence that the two committee members were corrupt was irrefutable. They couldn't pursue the story of a broken government any further, but now they were left with the quandary of what to do with a murdering Canmorian who had in essence both killed two members of the committee and two criminals. After a long discussion only one answer stood out. Make him a Marauder.
"Works for me" responded Rane.
And now? Now he's Jason Hunts problem.
Personality: He's absolutely cracked, with his own sense of morality, loyalty and honor. The trouble is trying to get him to share what it be with anyone else.
Weapon(s) : A Camorian wrist blaster, a plasma generating short ranged weapon, light body armor, and his two handed, vibro blade he has named the Sword of the Skyfather.
AKA: Insane Rane, Red Rane
Age: Unknown, though other Canmorians say he looks to be younger than middleaged
Appearance: Rane is a Canmorian from the planet Canmore, funnily enough, a lizard like bipedal alien that have a few key differences. Canmores gravity is heavier than that of earth and Canmorian bone structure is significantly denser than that of a human, making them stronger than any man. Rane stands at about 6'3" and although as lean as a rabbit, his frame hides a deceptive amount of muscle. He has hand painted tribal markings all over his face and body, but whatever he used for paint isn't washing off anytime soon. . . That's if he does wash. Like all Canmorians his skin is a milk bottle white and he is covered in bone plates and spikes that serve as an armor for the species. His eyes are an amber gold and slitted like a cats. Canmorians, much like humans, have a mixture of Incisor and Molar teeth but the incisors are slightly longer and sharper. Canmorians have three fingers and one thumb on their hands, and each digit ends in bone like talons.
Faction: Criminal, Former Bounty hunter, Marauder
Role in Team?: To make a big ol' mess of the enemy and be home by dinner time.
Bio: No one, not human or Canmorian, quite know what happened to Rane to make him the way he is. Some say he musta suffered some great tragedy in his past, others that he was born wrong. There's rumors that he's been the edge of space, and what he seen there drove him over the edge. Superstitious Canmorians, of which there are a lot, say that the Skyfather -the Canmorian God of creation- is punishing Rane for sins of a past life by giving him a soul with holes in it. Needless to say, there's something off about him.
The first people started hearing about him was about twenty years ago, just around the same time Humans started making waves, when he came outta nowhere offing bounty's that folks had previously thought untouchable. He was Insane, they said, taking on the high and mighty with nothing but a blaster and a vibrosword. Still, it was nice to have someone taking out the galaxy's trash. The years passed with Rane making more and more of a name for himself but not really doing much of note cept killing a few scumbugs.
Then, two years ago, he went and killed two committee members.
There was an outcry. Some bounty hunter filth had slaughtered some of the galaxy's finest! The committee peacekeeping forces where just gearing up to track Rane down when he went and saved them the trouble by handing himself in, sword held in one hand and a datapad in the other. The forces where suspicious at first, thinking it was some sorta trap. Little did they know the trouble was just beginning. Turns out the two committee members were little better than crooks themselves. Prostitution, drug trafficking, slavery, they were in on it all, and Rane had proof of it all on his little datapad. When asked where he got his info from he looked his interrogators straight in the eye, smiled wide and said "The committee". He then went on and told an intricate story of internal strife within the committee, where backdoor politics had gotten so outta hand that members were actively trying to get each other killed, and one enterprising Magalenian had fabricated all the evidence of the recently deceased corruption to try and remove them from galactic
politics. "I only figured it out after I cut that fella in half" said Rane "Felt it was only right to turn myself in after".
The story he told was incredible, so incredible it almost had to be believed, one that no sane person would come out with. However it was widely known that Rane was nuts, and the evidence that the two committee members were corrupt was irrefutable. They couldn't pursue the story of a broken government any further, but now they were left with the quandary of what to do with a murdering Canmorian who had in essence both killed two members of the committee and two criminals. After a long discussion only one answer stood out. Make him a Marauder.
"Works for me" responded Rane.
And now? Now he's Jason Hunts problem.
Personality: He's absolutely cracked, with his own sense of morality, loyalty and honor. The trouble is trying to get him to share what it be with anyone else.
Weapon(s) : A Camorian wrist blaster, a plasma generating short ranged weapon, light body armor, and his two handed, vibro blade he has named the Sword of the Skyfather.
You still open for recruits?
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