Athinar

Of Mice and Men and Zombies

Post will be up soon. :)

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"Doughboy, Jupiter; let's give it to them!"

Inside the Bull, Jamy smiled. Though he didn't enjoy the act of killing, he did like to pit himself against his enemies, testing himself in the process. "Roger that, Swallowtail! Jupiter out!" Unsheathing the large metal blade that was the Bellona, and activating the blade, Jamy activated the thrusters on his his MAS' hips, and flew forward, the blade's tip pointed at a Sentry that stood next to the Sentry that Alex and Alexandria were assaulting simultaneously, readying the Nail Gun that it held, to fire on the Viking. As its attention was elsewhere, it didn't notice the large metal suit flying towards it.

Swinging downwards as he landed, the Bellona crashed into the midsection of the Gowser, plasma edges flaring as the shield offered token resistance. Eventually, they couldn't hold out, with the combined power of the Bellona, and the velocity of the Bull. The sword ripped through the MAS, causing it to shudder before giving out, power systems severed from the cockpit's control. The two halves landed on the ground with a crash, as the Bull landed on the ground, sliding forward. Immediately, Jamy stood up, and looked around. There was one Sentry, advancing towards the main battle group, rifle lowered.

As it began to fire, slinging lead that began to ping off the heavy armor of the Bull, Jamy opened a channel to the rest of the main assault group. "Hey, Alex. Both of you. Here's a quick lesson. We're in a battle, don't forget that, and don't focus on one enemy. You need to keep your focus on everything else, as well as the enemy you're fighting." Jamy then proceeded to boost forward, sliding along the ground with his feet wide, towards the Sentry.

Of Mice and Men and Zombies

Name: Yulian 'Julian' Petrovich Tikhvinsky

Age: 25

Appearance: With long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, ice-blue eyes, and neatly trimmed sideburns, Yulian is what most would call a 'prettyboy.' He is lithe and athletic, and his muscled frame shows, no matter what he wears.

Personality: Yulian is a big-hearted fellow, who always has time for people. He can usually be found talking to someone with a patient smile, and acting charitably. His niceness might get on other's nerves, at first, but even the most vitriolic attacker of Yulian will admit that he is too damned nice to hold a grudge against. He is naturally charming, and he loves the ladies (But he hates men who charm women for their own gain.) This has caused more than a few fights with various men, but Yulian doesn't like fighting. Having been raised a devout Russian Orthodox, he finds fighting to be distasteful, and the act of killing to be abhorrent. He realizes that, sometimes there is a necessity, but he will speak out against it, nonetheless. Despite his kindness, he is not stupid. Yulian, while patient, is still a person, and doesn't stand for abuse of another person, or himself.

History: Yulian's large family of Russians moved to America, before the war broke out in 1914, and settled down in Quebec City, joining the Russian community therein. However, after the war had ended, Yulian, while maintaining good relations with his family, decided that he wanted something more, a sense of self. Something that he decided he couldn't get in Quebec. So, he became a drifter, working his way south, helping those he could along the way. However, his altruism didn't get him anywhere quickly, so he made it to Eastport before he got stuck in the town. There was just so much that needed fixing, and he liked the people, so he hung around.

He had been working around town for a few weeks before he found the Tackett Homestead, helping those in need. He was a regular feature in the local Catholic Church, and was invited to come to the Homestead by Farmer Tackett, who saw how hard of a worker he was, and how well-liked he was. (He's been there for a few months by the start of the RP.)

Speech Color: Gold

Traits: Agile +1, Ambidextrous +1, Bilingual +2, Clean-Cut +1, Thick-Skinned +1, Big +1, and Churchgoing -2.

Of Mice and Men and Zombies

@DeadBeatWalking Yo! I added a bit more in the places you suggested! I'm so ready!

Yulian

Name: Yulian 'Julian' Petrovich Tikhvinsky

Age: 25

Appearance: With long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, ice-blue eyes, and neatly trimmed sideburns, Yulian is what most would call a 'prettyboy.' He is lithe and athletic, and his muscled frame shows, no matter what he wears.

Personality: Yulian is a big-hearted fellow, who always has time for people. He can usually be found talking to someone with a patient smile, and acting charitably. His niceness might get on other's nerves, at first, but even the most vitriolic attacker of Yulian will admit that he is too damned nice to hold a grudge against. He is naturally charming, and he loves the ladies (But he hates men who charm women for their own gain.) This has caused more than a few fights with various men, but Yulian doesn't like fighting. Having been raised a devout Russian Orthodox, he finds fighting to be distasteful, and the act of killing to be abhorrent. He realizes that, sometimes there is a necessity, but he will speak out against it, nonetheless. Despite his kindness, he is not stupid. Yulian, while patient, is still a person, and doesn't stand for abuse of another person, or himself.

History: Yulian's large family of Russians moved to America, before the war broke out in 1914, and settled down in Quebec City, joining the Russian community therein. However, after the war had ended, Yulian, while maintaining good relations with his family, decided that he wanted something more, a sense of self. Something that he decided he couldn't get in Quebec. So, he became a drifter, working his way south, helping those he could along the way. However, his altruism didn't get him anywhere quickly, so he made it to Eastport before he got stuck in the town. There was just so much that needed fixing, and he liked the people, so he hung around.

He had been working around town for a few weeks before he found the Tackett Homestead, helping those in need. He was a regular feature in the local Catholic Church, and was invited to come to the Homestead by Farmer Tackett, who saw how hard of a worker he was, and how well-liked he was. (He's been there for a few months by the start of the RP.)

Speech Color: Gold

Traits: Agile +1, Ambidextrous +1, Bilingual +2, Clean-Cut +1, Thick-Skinned +1, Big +1, and Churchgoing -2.

One character many Role-players

I've been away for a while, but I'll get a post up soon!

... And no, I'm not threatening you.

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Note! I'll be gone until Sunday, please don't go too far without me.

Unhallowed Ground - Evil Divided (Adrian Vs Athinar)

Athinar's grin widened even more, as he missed. The Vampyr was above this body's ability level. Magnificent. Pupils dilating, and nostrils flaring, the Void Lord turned flesh saw the magical bolt approach him. It didn't seem to be damaging, but rather, a spell that would mildly inconvenience him. Still, probably better to not let it hit him.

Arcane energy surging up from deep within, Athinar spoke an ancient Word, and saw the green bolt slow down, as his perception of time caught up with his physical capabilities. The air around him smelled like ozone, after a lightning bolt, and there was a brief flash of light in a nimbus around him, (not blinding,) before the spell took affect. He was now, effectively, superhuman.

Sidestepping the spell, and allowing it to splash into the wall at the far end of the corridor, Athinar, rather than grab the sword, or dispel the Blade of the Void, which was still hanging in the air, ducked down, under the assumed angle of attack, and, lifting up, aimed a haymaker at the Vampire's chin. It wouldn't do much damage, but hopefully, it would surprise him, and cause him to get stunned.

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@vietmyke If anyone should have baggage, it should be Jamy. But nope, he's fine! Until you get him going on the last few days of his MAS team, after which he requires copious amounts of alcohol to function.

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@vietmyke I call the cargo bay office.

The Spark of Progress- Sci-fi World Building

Yup. I'll be thinking up some stuff.