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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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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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Name: Jack Colt

Age: 17

Class: Senior

Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut

New here?: No.

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Favorite class: History

GPA: 3.0

Personality: Smart, cunning, and quiet. Jack has always skated by in school, he's absent and daydreams a lot or is on his laptop. He never really makes friends just comes and goes, a lot of guys think pretty well of him and talk to him yet would never say he's a friend. He's polite and kind to everyone, never is involved in any drama always seemed distant. He's a black sheep, some people like to make up stories about what he does and he laughs and just tells it's not true. Yet if one was to know the boy they would know something incredibly different than the laid back guy they know. He's a caring brother, a good chef, and a orphan.

History: Jack Colt was born to Mathias and Cynthia Colt, the same family that had founded Colt fire arms two centuries ago. Thanks to clever investing and saving the Colt family is billionaires, yet the family has been plagued with problems since Jack's birth. When Jack's sister Alice was born his mother died, then twelve years later his father had a massive stroke and passed away suddenly. The servants around the house took care of them. After that death they moved into the family house in New York, distancing themselves from the home that the family had once shared.

They learned to take care of themselves over the years, having only a driver and a gardener at the New York home. He learned to cook and clean, even getting himself ready and getting to the car in time to get school on time. Over the next four years they learned to live on there own with little help. Alice even began keeping the garden and Jack drove them to school.

Yet Jack's hobby, gaming had become something more to him. He'd become a Pro Gamer, even placing in the International Championship in Starcraft Two. He would miss days of school to just go compete or come to school dead tired from the plane rides back. He refused to make friends mostly to avoid anyone finding out about his gaming career knowing it would embarrass his sister. Thus he simply coasts through school, most can pick him out of a crowd and most know how rich his family is yet no one ever talks to him. He simply is part of the everyday routine.

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Name: Alice Colt

Age: 16

Class: Junior

Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut.

New here?: No.

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Favorite class: Creative writing

GPA: 4.0

Personality: Smart, friendly, and talkative. Alice is a foil to her brother, going out of her way to meet new people and make friends. She's always smiling and is always optimistic and trying to help others. She does this as a way to forget her tough life and lack of family. She cares deeply for her brother and know the sacrifices he makes for her and appreciates it deeply.

History: Alice's mother died giving birth to her and there father was to busy to be around all the time. She remembers picnics and walks on the estate ground with her brother and father. She remember playing games her brother and the fun they would have in the gardens. Yet after there father died she hated the place, it was full of good memories things she didn't want to remember.

So the siblings moved to New York, into the family house their, they learned how to take care of themselves and be better people. They attended a school rather than have the private tutors, she made friends and so did her brother for a time. Then he got into Professional gaming, she didn't mind it and she enjoyed watching him play at matches and was there the first time he won internationally. She feared what people would think of them if they found out about his gaming career.

Her brother had figured that out long before her and seemed a ghost in school, she hates that he doesn't have friend and worries about him. Still she maintains her studies and does her best, hoping to be a successful author one day. She helps other out around the school as tutor in history, math, and English.
Praetor nodded to it all he didn't like it all he knew it was true. He looked at Beatrix and Mithias as they volunteered themselves. "Alistair you don't get to make that choice, killing Lucian does nothing to solve this, what would should I walk in there now and kill the boy? Any of you could be the next target, Morven, gods help us could be taken. So either you shrink away and wait for both our clans to become ruins and Dracula to raise up those who follow or we strike him down." He got up and walked away from the chair slowly advancing towards the Blackmoore Clan head. "You would shrink back from this? Cower from that which will take your power, your station, and the city you call home?"

He looked between them all. "I though the Blackmoore's warriors and fighters, eager to win every battle. Perhaps Alistair you have simply weakened your clan, I know that when I faced them many years before they were much stronger." He stopped beside the man. "So tell me once more what you plan to do? Run and forget? Drink and party until he stands at your doorstep ripping through your clan? I will have been long dead by that time, Klaus would abandon this place. Morven perhaps could hold him off, then what? Run to another city? How long before he comes their? You shrink from this you may as kill your clan yourself. No one escape's Dracula, ask every other Vampire whose faced him." He stood their just staring at him, Praetor stared at him mockingly,as if to tell him he could go, he had no use for the coward.
Cal slipped quietly out of his room and headed door towards the training, he just in time to watch North get beaten. He smiled and clapped. "North I'm pretty I could take from this chair, your skills are in long range." He sighed. Looking between them all, he didn't like having to keep a secret but he would.

"Hey mind is I borrow Alaska, I need her help working on the Mech. She likes vehicles so I figured she'd be useful, oh I heard you guys might have a mission again soon... I might not be healed enough to go out when we do." He sighed looking back towards the door before continuing. "Anyway if anyone else wants to come help out I'm thinking we can get the Mech working then put an A.I. in it. A support unit that doesn't endanger us." He smiled at the thought.

He yawned and sighed. "Anyway Alaska I need to wheel all the way back to my room and get my tools, you can head down and meet me there or not." He turned his chair and started back for the door.

Stopping he looked back at North. "Oh and South is fine North, I saw her before she had to turn in the data, commands getting her to help with something." He started back towards his room.
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The Courage

Knight nodded at the response's quietly wondering why Captain Rolgnar disappeared. He decided to continue speaking. "No need for cover fire, this is a training exercise. The men will hit the base and recover the HVT, however he may try to run so you need be ready to stop him." He looked over at Ensign who was keying up low atmosphere protocol. "I'll be assigning a specialist unit to the task. The White Wolves, three-thousand man unit. Best marines we've for the job. I'll let you know when were ready to begin. Should you have further need of me send a message to my Lieutenant Commander and we may talk more privately."

He cut his the communication and then called down to the crew bays. "Major, you've got a job. Your taking the Wolves and assaulting the base, it's a practice exam so no live rounds today. Just put on a good show and extract the target, if you don't then your cleaning the ship's latrines with your tongue." The Major only grunted as a reply, he knew the man didn't mean the words but still they were incentive to get it done right. No vehicles and no fire support just good fast assault, it would be a good day he thought as men lined up in the storage bay, the only place with a enough room for all the packs to move. They were still equipping and preparing for reentry in atmosphere, the Major couldn't wait to have his boots on solid ground.
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On top of the Tower under the shade of the lone tree Banshee-44, Cayde-6, Ikora Rey, and Spectre played cards. Banshee and Cayde were on losing streak with the real game being between the Hunter and Ikora. The hunter and Ikora were just about to show their hands when Commander Zavala slammed his fist into the light metal table. He hadn't used all his strength it would have gone into the ground if he had, looking between the offenders he spoke with an annoyed tone. "How many times have I told you not to gamble?"

Banshee spoke up as he looked over the table. "More times than I've had my memory wiped." He grumbled leaving the game.

Cayde had turned invisible and slipped away, along with all the glimmer he'd lost. Ikora and Spectre split what remained and quickly left, deciding it better not anger Zavala further by revealing their hands. They would play again next Friday just after dawn as they always had if only to break the boredom that the two commanders felt with the task of managing the Tower.

Spectre pulled off his helmet and leaned against the railing by Eris, the mysterious women occasionally glancing over at him. The Hunter was reading over the speakers message, he had been selected for the task? He was already planning a trip out to the Reef and this seemed better than hunting the house of Wolves with the others, he sighed and glanced over his gear. He wondered what other Guardians had been invited, anyone famous or a friend he knew? He shrugged to himself, whoever it was they had better be damn good he thought to himself as the stared out at the approaching ships.
Name: Spectre

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Class: Hunter

Subclass: Gunslinger

Bio: Funny how the world works, Spectre doesn’t really remember much from his old life, before he became a Guardian just that he flew a ship. Maybe it was after the golden age, maybe he went out and rescued others or perhaps he’s a golden age smuggler, it doesn’t matter to him now. What matters is The City, not how he ended up in a Martian shipyard. Spectre however skilled he may be under fire or in the cockpit often lets his emotions often get the best of him. He’s been caught multiple times sneaking out of the tower with food from the wilds that he brings down to children in the city. Without his helmet the smile on his face is almost permanent, as is his good natured joking, his red hair often falls in his face, yet he refuses to cut it. His armor is all Vanguard Sanction Six issue his main weapon is one that he won in a game of dice against Cayde-6 (Albeit with loaded dice.) is the Last Word. He is often seen seen in the middle of a battle running through gunfire and enemies alike, always with a knife in one hand and a hand cannon in the other.

Secondary Skills: Ship Flight, Engineering, and Lying

Equipment: The Last Word, standard Vanguard rocket launcher and Sniper Rifle. His armor is Sanction Six gear.
Guardian,

You have been chosen, whether for shows of honor and greatness in the Crucible or braver in facing the challenge that lay in our lost worlds. You were selected, not by me but by the teachers of your order. Titans, Warlocks, and Hunters. You have each been called, though many of you will ignore the message or have your own agenda's I ask you listen. The Traveler will not speak and with the recent chaos and the possible coming of Oryx, the Taken King. We must ready the City for any attacks, be they from the Taken or any other force.

Amanda Holliday and a handful of Warlocks have found a way to trace the pieces of the Traveler. You have been selected to join the search. Your Light and your Ghost will assist you. Return to the Tower and bring your best weapons and prepare your ships. Your search will take you out past the belt into places that the Light has not touched since the collapse.

The Speaker.


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This Roleplay will focus on a group of Guardians who must venture out and hunt for shards of the Traveler. The mission is one that is impossible but they must try to do what they can, they must forge there legend as restores of light.





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