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Current A quiet day is a good day, especially when it doesn't have to be productive.
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3 yrs ago
I made a new RP for the first time... In years. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… please give it a look!
7 yrs ago
Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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7 yrs ago
Very sick, will post when not hurting.
7 yrs ago
I'm awake at weird hours again.
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The moment was... Beautiful, surreal... Almost like a really life changing high, yet... When she moved the music she seemed to simply play in his head was infectious. He felt it his body seemed to tap it's toe in time or nod his head to the beat even as he tried to control his movements. Her mind was sharing all this, sometimes it was hard to know what he was exactly doing at any given moment as they moved between the real world and her mind... Or was it her emotions playing out as scenes of memories?

He did not know why she chose him to share this with or why he couldn't help but smile want to get to know her more... Or as to why he felt like he'd known and could trust her... He didn't understand but he did know this, she was not going to hurt anyone as long as she could help, she would. But behind all that... Was a girl, just a regular girl.

He did not manage to speak much as they reeled back and forth he did manage something he felt important, telling her that would not let the agency harm her or try to harm others to get to her, he wasn't sure if he spoke it or she heard it through the moments flashing before them he knew one thing as the reached the entrance to the task force office. Like he was a stumbling twenty something again he gave her his number. "Please... Reach out if you need something or if I can help you... In some way. Guessing this is one of those you call me when you want want kinda things?"

He laughed a little and smiled, for a moment he was a nervous poor farm boy standing on a front porch waiting for the pretty Valedictorian he'd asked to prom for answer he'd never get. He felt unburdened free... Just back at the core what he was before college, the military, the agency, and everything else... When he finally regained control he was stepping into the office, where half the agency seemed frozen in place wondering how he'd travel half the world in an hour.


"Dawn... Alright well... Guess your gonna leave me abandoned here for a few hours? ...Yeesh and I thought you wanted to be my friend." He gave her a bit of a smile, making a mental note of everything she said and cataloging it for later. This would be important, very important if everything she said was true.

"Sorry if the touch was off putting... A lot of people who... Go through things like this, no one touches them. No one listens. No one reassures them. I prefer to be someone who tries to do those things... Give those who are different a voice in all this." He explained as to why he had touched her given the reaction she clearly didn't like it. "Since you are going... I'll just go sit over there and watch birds I guess... Unless you wanna ask a little about me and what we do... And maybe see if we are the sort of people or if I'm the sort of person you wanna be around?" He spoke, trying to coax her into staying a minute.

He moved to take a seat on the sand spreading out his legs, as he glanced along the ocean view. "...This is nice." He added, mostly speaking to himself as he tried to come to terms with all the happens. His mind reeled, thoughts of arguments with his bosses and co-workers over all this... How fucked the mission would be for awhile... And how much they would worry she'd just appear again and destroy a plan.

He pressed his hands into the sand softly as he entered thought the tip of tongue poked at between his lips as he glanced looking towards the east. Wishing he could do something, understand better... Hell even get other people to work more in lockstep and carefully with each other over just wanting their goal to take precedent. Chewing his lip a bit he was buried in thought, knowing that she'd probably just gone by now... Whatever he was dealing with trying to argue or convince her to stay would do no good, she was fully independent of any need to work with someone like him.


"Because for most us... All we can do is end someone's pain." He added very quietly, as the light flared from the cave he slowly tried to move closer... Just to see what she did, to try and understand who he was dealing with. Before he could see... She was back, he slowly stared and tapped his earpiece. "Yeah... Medical team now... Full recovery unit." He spoke turning back towards her, reaching out a hand a bit.

"So... What? You're a golden goddess come to save people from themselves? ...You know this is the kinda of thing they write storybooks and novels about... Who are you?" He asked quietly as he stepped back resisting the urge to touch her, to try and gain some control of the situation that had been lost.

His blue eyes searched all over her as he tried to understand, he spotted one thing in her appearance the nervousness from her even with all that power. "Come with me... Let's talk. Not to an agency, not to politicians... To me, someone who protects and cares about people. Let me help calm others down about you... Gotta make a lot of enemies." He spoke calmly trying to get her to understand his position here with everything that was going on, with her talking a quiet mission on foreign soil and making it much louder.

As a Seahawk descended to make a quick rescue of the once Ghoul Varient woman, he took off the comm and pulled the knife out of it's sheath and dropped it on the ground. "Talk unarmed man, to unarmed and incredibly powerful goddess?" He smiled at her, charming and sweet hoping he could get her to at least playball with him... Answered in any regard to who or what she was would calm down brass back at base, his eyes flicking up and down her body praying she decided he was worth talking to.

He placed a hand on her shoulder gently. "So... How about names and what I can help you with?" He offered trying to reassure her he wasn't the kind of person to just try and force her to comply and obey... Certainly he could think of someone like that in the taskforce.


Knight had stopped, eyes focusing on the near angelic woman with her hair flutter in the breeze who seemed at the center of all this. He been about to reach for his binoculars when she stood before, she had moved not like lightning but as it. His hand gripped the combat knife as she got close to his face.

"Hi there... Goldielocks." He spoke easing his hand back from the knife, as he tried to glance towards where the Ghoul had gone. "I am Special Agent Knight... His white blonde hair of his looking rather Stark compared to her long flowing gold.

"You... Wanna tell me why you are interfering with me helping people?" He asked moving slow and keeping weapons down, he could hear it in her tone this girl had power but she was scared. His comm link going crazy trying to figure out who she was back at command.

He tapped his ear muting them all as he kept eyes on her, he couldn't move faster but he was certain if he made a move she didn't like he'd find out exactly how she dealt with threats.


The blonde young agent sat buckled to the side of the little bird, a team of black ops were checking guns all around as he slotted his combat knife back into the pouch, pair of brass knuckles, and a bow his main choice of weapons. "Command, touch down in five... You sure the Ghoul is present? That Varient is volatile and number one the list right now, as well. He killed and ate ten people last month." Black Knight answered, he was a specialist better for bringing in individuals with abilities alive than dead... Mostly.

The female voice on the comms was new, must have been a new support agent... Few could take the stress of the job for long, as they got closer. The white haired young man grabbed his line. "Yes Agent Knight, this operation is of vytal importance... It's also important forces in the area do not know about our presence."

"So you want to fight to a man eating monster stealthy while being shelled by Russians firing North Korean made rounds?" He snarked into the comm as he descended the rope at a steady pace, the shells exploding half a mile away but he could still feel it from here.

"Yes. You've done more with less Agent Knight." The exasperated handler groaned into the phone clearly she had read his file at least once and she didn't seem to enjoy who she was assigned to support.

The tall white haired young man began the slow careful trek through the dark of the Ukrainian forest, picking his way around trees and limbs slowly... Moving towards the ruins of soviet era bunker, where the locals and soldiers were probably sheltering. The flashes of explosion occasionally lit him up as his handlers drone finally got sight of the near six and half foot tall man, in a black turtleneck and combat pants tucked into brown expensive combat boots. As he reached the mouth the cave near the bunker he could see a shambling almost human looking figure moving.

The wet and slimy sound of liquid drenched meat filled the air as special agent Knight slowly took in the sight as the Ghoul stripped meat from the bone devour whole strips of flesh and tissue as the beasts eyes turned to rest on him. She turned to run as drew back the bow and fired an arrow that burst acid at it. The haunting screams of the beast, filled the air as he tried to drive it away from the bunker... Yet he saw it glance up... He realized no artillery had landed for nearly five minutes... When he glanced up the shells hovered in the air, as if suspended there.



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IDENTITY: Matthew Terrence Knight
CODENAME: Black Knight
AGE: 27
“No guns, half the time Meta's just shrug off bullets. You have to get creative.”



Personal History
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Originally an officer from the army school of engineers and accepted into Ranger school at twenty-two. He became an Army Green Beret at twenty-four and began his career in deniable ops. One year later he joined the CIA and NSA joint task force on super human individuals, where he served for the past two years admirably creating, containing, and controlling. While unpowered himself, Agent Black Knight makes use of blades, a bow, swords, staff, and more far more than his standard issue firearms, while he will carry a gun as required he is to but tries his best not to use it.

Usually disposes of those who cannot be an asset, contains what cannot be controlled, and makes into an asset what is usable.






Bleary eyes creaked open, as pain shot through his system a clutching at his and wincing only delivering a second winded gasp as his ribs were definitely at least cracked. Sildun cracked lips tasted of blood still, the massive Nord trying to get his bearings as he grunted trying to focus, the urge to vomit rising lucky at worst it would be a retching drive heave, still not ideal. With one hand wrapped around his ribs the other on his head. When his eyes finally focused... It was the Emperor and Blades before him, he'd seen a Blade once or twice in passing but... The Emperor... Shor's stones... This was... He fought the ringing in his ears and the blaring noise of his mind to hear the emperor speak. The beaten Nord downing his best to rise to a knee and bow his head, he'd sworn an oath and taken the Emperor's coin. This man, his Emperor... He'd fight and die for him, he was Dragonborn the hope of men, subduer of Mer and rightful ruler of all realms he reminded himself, smiling even if the day had gone poorly a chance to serve the Emperor himself, he'd never had another chance like this.

"Sildun-" He wheezed and coughed hard retching a moment, as he tilted his head up. "Sildun Oath-blood... Auxilia of the Imperial Legion, honored to serve whereever I can." He spoke hoarsely, steadying himself as he braced on the wall thankful at least he still had his boots and traveling clothes seems the guards hadn't taken everything from him. As he braced on the wall his hands ignited with soft light doing his best to summon forth restoration magic starting on his head, fighting the urge to retch as focused his will on trying to tamp down the pain and repair some damage.

"Where the Emperor goes I'll defend... I swore an Oath, A Nord's word is his life. No honor awaits me if abandon you now my Emperor." His breath began to steady a bit as shifted his hand to his ribs next, wincing in pain. Barely managing to stand now under his own power he fought to rise to his full height where he once lay thrown into a corner leaned against a wall. The big looking down at the blades. "Whatever I can give is yours Captain, even injured my duty is to Emperor. I took his coin." Sildun spoke slowly looking over the crowd in the cell, he was certainly not the largest here but far from the smallest, the beating he'd taken during from guards certainly came from a fear he'd be hard to subdue it seemed.



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