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2 yrs ago
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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Interested but I have a question 1.I want to be a guardsmen, but if we are not fighting what's the highest rank you would allow a player to be? I kinda want to involved in initial negotiations (I don't want to be a lord solar or anything, but a regiment commander could be nice, I'll play no matter what just want to know) 2.do you want us to post a character here?
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I am fine with Guardsman Regiment commander or what have you. I put the character sheet up more to give everyone a feel for what I expect and to give everyone to time to work on them. Feel free to post them here if you want but they will all be re-posted in the Character tab of the OOC
Priority one message from the Council to Third expeditionary fleet. The recent activation of a long dormant Mass Relay has lead us to encounter a new race and possible threat, this is the image the drone we sent managed to send back before it was destroyed. While we know nothing of the creature's in this picture, we believe that the others could be humans or distant relative's to the humans we know. Thus we must know more and if possible send aid to these beleaguered soldiers. TO ALL IMPERIAL VESSEL'S We have rediscovered a lost Forge World and it's Titan's unharmed, however the Forces Of Chaos and Orks are all ready embattled over it, Imperial Guardsman have already arrived and have begun there campaign, however a strange piece Xenos tech was found near the planet this could mean additional enemy forces in route, thus we ask all nearby Imperial forces to make haste, we must reclaim this world! Emperor guide you safely to us. The story so far... Basically the Council's sending a expeditionary fleet with most of the Council races aboard possible others as well to try and learn more about this planet. However the Imperium wants three things, one is to purge the planet, second to secure the Titans and the Forge World, and third to begin study and eventually destruction of the Mass Relay they found near the planet. I have no restrictions on the ME side however, I am restricting the Warhammer 40K players a bit, Please stick to Imperium or Eldar as I do not plan to have all these groups that hate each other running around fighting over the planet, we've got enough with Orks and Chaos to deal with. Character Sheet Name: Race: Position:(Space Marine, Guardsmen, Marine, Etc) Appearance:(Most any picture will do.) Allegiance:(Chapter, species, Regiment Number, Etc) Abilities:(Psyker, Biotics, Etc) Bio:(The history of the character dig deep for this, tell me about their home world, their experience, their goals, their lives up until this point minimum one paragraph.) Gear: (Weapons, Armor, Vehicles, Pets (Looking at you Space Wolves.), Etc)
Sickness, I'm not feeling hot, mostly posting out necessity otherwise it's me just watching can try to post later.
Name: Apollo Anders Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance Without Armor: Appearance With Armor: Homeworld: Luna Race: Human Rank: Lieutenant Position: Spartan IV medic and technician Primary Weapon: MA5B Assault Rifle Secondary Weapon: XM510 Multishot Grenade Launcher Personality: A happy go lucky sort, he generally finds the best in a problem and tries to look after others, this is useful in his line of work as a medic. He generally tries to make friends and hopes no has heard of him before. A loud mouth and with his share of experience having been with the Spartans at Requiem. He tends to talk a lot and say nothing. Bio: Born a bastard and raised by his mother, at age 16 he began to make videos and play music, he passion. He played songs about old Earth and Colonies and donated money he made to refuges. This made him a widely acclaimed success, two years later he began attending the Luna Officers academy. He became a poster child for the reconstruction effort and the push back against the Remnants. After his graduation and decisions to enlist with the marines rather than the navy shocked many, of course this also made him enjoy more popular as a poster boy, he began to act as a journalist soldier of sorts. While he trained as a medic his love computers and music is what made him popular. He was also a big pusher for cultural exchange, he became a Spartan of course later on, continuing to make videos and post them, even when Palmer threatened him, once making a video of how she chewed him. He learned how to remove the armor and patch it in the field as another responsibility. While not the best combatant he's a Spartan the best of the best. Misc Info: Keeps two guitars and a microphone in his room. Tends to write songs about his squad mates and perform them for to see if they can guess who there about.
/whispers I hope you've all been well! I'm in the same boat @ busy right now. ;; I'll try to get a post up tomorrow! So sorry if anyone is waiting on me ;__; <33
Rosalite
I am laying in bed half dead. I will post eventually just give me a bit.
James took his seats as a lot of mechanics watched, in awe of the mech. She was a unique model put together personally for him she was sleek and well taken care of, he could see the mechanics arguing over who would service her as pulled out his data tablet. He slotted it in and spoke. "Morning Fire Fly." He had no clue the actually time so he just guessed. After a few moments the screens flicked to life and a soft female voice responded. "Good morning James, do you need my run a systems check?" Fire Fly was third generation model of the artificial intelligence his family used for combat assistance. James leaned back. "Thank'ya kindly darling." After a few moments the checks on systems came up green, then the weapons were green as well. "All system are green James, shall I log off?" She asked in a polite tone, with just a barely audible hint of a synthetic voice. "Yeah, I'm hungry and techs wanna get you all packed away." He smiled as she shut down and he removed the data tablet before jumping out and float along. "Treat her nice boys!" He floated over and cycled out, getting a bit of a headache as he entered artificial gravity. He walked towards the mess hall, checking his tablet out to see the full roster of Mech pilots, he wanted to get know the others.
Carolina checked his SOCOM pistol before heading through, he knew it was a simple plan that mostly hinged on his team being able to do there jobs. He didn't have a great read on Alaska, but from her stance and her excited movements he got the feeling she was animal on the field, he may have to keep a close eye on her this was a delicate job after all. South was the other side of the coin, if she was anything like his mind recalled she would refuse to kill, he needed to know. He muted his helmets outer speakers and opened a channel to South. "Listen, I need to know I promise no one else finds out, but are you afraid of killing?" He was blunt but he needed to be the simulation would be starting and he couldn't go in and not know this, it help him determine what she could do.
Apollo, check Mithias' CS. His mind is distinctly unreadable. I don't mind if you don't want to edit. I can chalk it up to Praetor's miraculous social perception.
Wraithblade6
Yeah, he's pretty good at figuring out people, not mind reading level but the way he was reacting I figured he would want an explanation.
Praetor chuckled watch his face. "My power allows me to summon those I've command throughout my life, I'm a necromancer. I've got Roman legions, British pilots, and many more at my beck and call. Before you say it, yes I am rather old, but I am not insane. I simply spent my time hunting and killing vampires thought out Europe and America, I am only here because this is the first reasonable clan I've ever come across." He threw the blood bag in the trash and sat down pulling his sword from it's scabbard and cleaning cloth, gently he began to clean the blade almost like a child being cradled by it's father. "I notice you were staring at the blade, yes I know it's a relic of a weapon but it's art, I've studied just about every sword technique out there, my soldiers make up the difference. Hard to argue with a thirty American's blasting fully automatic weapons and chucking grenades."
Sorry about that, I'll post soon.
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