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4 yrs ago
Current Smarty Jones... Just... Consider removing the 'Smarty' part of your name if you're going to try and kick up a side-argument here, there's no reason for that. Otherwise, let's just move on.
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4 yrs ago
People don't tend to think about rules when in disputes. Instead, just point out that whoever stops arguing first gets to see the other make a fool of themselves if they going after it all stopped.
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4 yrs ago
The best part about being on the Guild this long is that nowadays, I can sit back and chuckle as the newcomers try to start a fight an instead get all the old hands ganging up on them. Popcorn for me.
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5 yrs ago
Got my first covid vaccination today. I was terrified, but the staff there were very well trained and things went well.
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5 yrs ago
Every few minutes playing Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, I tear up from the memories. It's not often you get a game that truly pulls at the same heartstrings as your childhood playthrough's once did.
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"I am sorry, high councilor." Ramo said, bowing, and lowering his head a bit in shame. "The grunts were not following orders, mistreating our plasma cannons and the one I killed pulled his plasma pistol on me, high councilor." Ramo wasn't sure that this reply would buy him much respect, but he had to understand that if a weapon was pulled on you, you had to fight back. Even so, he had done as the councilor had asked; explained what had happened. He noted that a pair of hunters had arrived, standing at either side of the councilor. He also noted that the Arbiter and a spec-ops officer had arrived, but Ramo was to listen directly to just the high councilor for now and explain his actions, and they could probably figure out why by themselves. It was pretty obvious. He kept eye contact with the councilor at all times, waiting for his reply.
Name: James Feryana
Age: 17
Appearance: James is a kind of medium height, with short, straight, black hair that comes down just above his ears. His small eyes are blue, he has small lips, and a small nose. His face normally looks innocent and sweet. James generally has a thin, swift looking build but with barely any muscles visible. His hands and feet are an average size, as is his fingers. When he walks, it is noticeable that he walks with elegance.
Villain or Hero: Villain, subject to change if persuaded enough.
Height: 5'9
Ethnicity: Aberdonian (northeast Scotland, UK)
Occupation: Originally a secret blacksmith, now a freelance fitness adviser
Superpowers: James' main ability is agility, being able to run at incredibly fast speeds. He is quite swift, and has a really quick reaction time. Not really, a power, but James carries around a sword, which he named 'Swift Lightening', made of a super-hardened material which is hard to break or even dent.. James cares a lot for the sword, treating it almost like a sister. The third minor power, which has to do with the sword, is that he is able to deflect certain attacks with the sword with great swiftness. This third ability also comes into the second one, whereas his quick reaction time will help him deflect attacks.
Weaknesses: James is easily persuaded to do certain things, if it is for the right reason. He might even be able to be persuaded to change sides in the hero versus villain battle, but that is one of the things that would take a lot of persuading. Where James is fast, he is also weak. Not weak in the mental way, but weak physically. Hit him a few times, and he'll either make a runner or even surrender.
Personality: James is a weak boy, who often thinks about his past. He is easy to make angry, but also easy to make upset. The evil in him is because of his past, and how he has been tortured and uncared for by everyone he met and saw. He always feels uncared for, but this is easily changed by persuasion. He may change from happy to sad, from crying to angry, and lots of other emotional changes. James gets angry at those that mistreat him, and that means he is angry a lot. James reacts really kindly to sympathy and niceness.

Background: James has had a very sad life so far, being continually tortured and abused by his parents. He didn't even have any sanctuary at school, because everyone except one girl hated him. This girl was called Sarah. She was the only person that treated James as a human being and not just a torture toy. As James' life went on, James worked out a lot and he got quite fit. Sarah also started to get really close to James, and they soon started to have a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

As life went on, James found out he could run really fast, and had a really, really fast reaction time. He also found out that he was really good at blocking the footballs and dodge-balls that people would throw at him to annoy him. He was surprised with this, but he continued to live his life in abuse. The only times he found salvation was at dates with Sarah, the two of them going out together in peace.

At the age of sixteen, James was going to go out on his thirteenth date with Sarah. As he walked to the restaurant that the pair had decided the meet at, he walked past an alley and saw her. She was with James' worst enemy, Robby. James stared at Sarah as she and Robby kissed in the alley, then finally turned and noticed James standing at the end. James couldn't bear it. He walked to his dad's work, and sat there the entire week, sleeping there, eating there, not leaving. The entire time, he knew that his father or mother wouldn't come looking for him, and his dad was really ill so he wouldn't come to his work, the blacksmith. James worked the entire week, reading books in the shop about being a blacksmith, and he began to make his sword. He made it with a type of super-hardened material which his dad had shown him one time in a 'take your son to work day'.

After another week, James had finished the sword. With the books tips and instructions, James had indented the sword with the words 'Swift Lightening' on the side of the sword. With the sword, he walked around town, eventually finding Robby and Sarah in an alley, preparing to kiss. James walked right in, his rage meter hitting the roof, and he murdered both of them, not even a noise coming out of them. James put their bodies in a dumpster, and cleaning the sword with water coming out of a clean water tap for the homeless left on in the alley. James put the sword in a sheath that he had also made in the blacksmith out of spare leather and tools left around. When James arrived home, he started to cry, and walked to his parent's bedroom. When he walked in the door, he started to cry even more. Both of his parents lay dead, lying in the bed with blood pooled around them. James ran, at an incredible speed, getting away from the house. He got a job as a blacksmith, but he left after a month or so and instead became a freelance fitness adviser. He rented out a flat, and continued his abusive life, secretly killing those that really, really pissed him off, and even taking a few jobs of crime a few times, getting a lot of money.

Additional Info: As I've said many times before, James is rather easily persuaded. He cares a lot for his sword, and will get annoyed if anyone separates him from it.
Seeing a Sangheili councilor walk up to him, Ramo had no choice but to stand tall and and answer the councilor's question. "I am Ramo Zarianee, I am a pilot." Ramo made sure not to make any sudden movements, as councilors were ripe for assassination, and this one had no guards. "I am supposed to be on a mission to eliminate some foul heretics, but I have no idea where my squad is. We were told to meet in the hanger."

Ramo had no doubt that the reason that the councilor had walked up to him in the first place was because of the pilot murdering the grunt. He expected punishment for his actions, but said no word lest he further anger the councilor. Instead, he would follow the simple phrase that murmured itself within Ramo's head. Speak when spoken to. So, the pilot stood there, standing straight and still.
Ramo watched as the trio of grunts ran back toward him, plasma cannon in hands. They clambered onto the ramp of the phantom that Ramo still stood on, and replaced the weapon onto it's tripod under the watchful gaze of the pilot. Either the grunts were playing the stupid game, or they actually were stupid, because they fixed the plasma cannon on the tripod backwards. As the grunts began to walk back off, Ramo took an absolute rage.

"What are you doing, you fools!" The Sangheili pilot shouted. "First, you play and not do your job. Second, you can't even fix a plasma cannon on facing the right direction!" As the Unggoy trio walked back onto the phantom's ramp, Ramo's anger flared and he hit one square in the face. It whimpered slightly, but continued to do it's job. Together, the trio took the weapon on the tripod, and re-fixed it facing the correct direction. Ramo walked up and slapped all three grunts. "Now, make yourself even more useful, and inspect the weapon on the other side of the ship." The three Unggoy whimpered quietly as they walked through the phantom and inspected the second weapon, which they found was also requiring minor repairs. This time, the grunts took the weapon without word, and walked the same direction they had last time, toward a Huragok.

"And you better hurry, or I will slice your throats!" Ramo shouted at the grunts. Honestly, Ramo wanted to kill them. The pilot glared at the grunts as they watched a Huragok repair the weapon, then give it back to the grunts. The grunts walked back to the ship, and climbed onto the ramp. Unfortunately, one of the grunts tripped, causing the plasma cannon to clatter onto the deck of the phantom. "Oh, how I will hurt you, you fool!" Ramo shouted in rage at the grunt, kicking it in the stomach, then pushing it onto the ramp. Surprisingly, the grunt got off the deck and tried to resist, trying to reach for it's plasma pistol. Ramo couldn't bear it. Annoying the Sangheili was one thing, but trying to attack was unacceptable. As the Unggoy had the pistol pointed at Ramo, the Sangheili flared up his energy dagger and stabbed the Unggoy through it's chest, and kicked it's body off of the ramp where some other Unggoy or unfortunate people would have to clean up the mess.

Ramo looked at the other Unggoy, and was surprised to see them not standing around watching the scene but actually finishing the re-attachment of the plasma cannon. Ramo sighed, and stood tall on the ramp. He wasn't that angry any more, almost as if all of it had disappeared along with the energy dagger. Ramo continued to stand, and look around the room.
In CWP-4 13 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
pilot
Name: Sarah Feryana
Species: Human
Sex: Female
Appearance: Sarah is a medium sized twenty-one year old woman, with small breasts, long hair that goes about halfway down her back and ocean blue eyes. She is quite thin, and she has small lips that like to smile. Her skin is quite smooth.
Personality: Sarah is a gentle, sweet girl who still shares slightly childish features of her past. Apart from that, she is usually happy, but can be made angry really easily, and made upset easily as well. She cares for her walker like it is her sister.
Bio: Sarah Feryana grew up in a rich family, her parents both enlisted in the military. Sarah studied hard, and often switched between which job she wanted to have when she was older. She originally studied to be an engineer, but eventually she came to the decision that she wanted to serve in the military, and follow in her parents' footsteps. She studied hard in military tactics, and after a few years enlisted in the military. As she suffered through brutal training, her potential was seen, and she was selected to pilot a combat walker.

Sarah spent plenty of time talking to engineers and looking at the models of walkers, trying to figure out what class of walker she wanted. In the end, Sarah picked a superlight walker. She liked it's speed. Once she had selected her walker, she trained hard with it, being instructed on how to operate it. After a few years with the walker, Sarah decided to give it a name. She called it Zariana, after the goddess of Nature and Light that Sarah believed in. After a little more time, Sarah was recruited into Blackcard and assigned to Moss squad.
Specialties: Sarah is a great thinker, and knows a lot of engineering due to her studies.

walker
Model Name: SPE-45 'Speedy' (Named 'Zariana' by Sarah)
Model Class: Superlight
Primary Role: Scout and reconnaissance
General Information: The walker is fast, and is quite nimble. It has an armament of twin machine guns. It has small detection equipment on the back. The hands of the walker have grips in them allowing the walker to grip onto objects, and the tips of the hands are quite sharp so it can slice through light material.

The walker is really fast, flexible, and has sufficient cooling to keep it cooled in battle. Unfortunately, the walker is very light and can be shredded easily.
Appearance: While most walkers have their weapons above the hands of the walker, Sarah's walker has the hands of it above the weapons so that it is able to grip onto objects and slice at foes. The machine guns themselves are attached just above the hip of the walker and are able to rotate up and down.
In CWP-4 13 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Okay. I'm trying to write an CS.
In CWP-4 13 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
What is the minimum age for a pilot?
James walked the streets, trying to keep quiet, scared. James heard a bin being knocked over in the distance, along with a dog barking somewhere else, sounding even further away. James wanted to hide somewhere, like in an alley, and sit there for the rest of his life. It just isn't safe. Nowhere is safe, James thought as he walked inside a corner shop, and started to look around. It didn't seem that anyone else, or anything else was in the shop, but just James. The young boy started to take the few items left in the shop, which were simply a few candy bars, then walked out of the door and back onto the street.

James wanted to go to Eaton Center to see if there was anything left in there. There had to be something, James thought. It's a massive shopping centre, there has to be something. The boy walked along the pavement, which was unusually quiet. This was the first time in a long time that James was alone and had time to think without fear. He thought about his father, how he had probably died, and how James had ran. In reality, James was now crying quietly, tears coming from his eyes like a pair of waterfalls. He saw the mall, and walked into it. He hoped that his quiet crying couldn't be heard, but he now had his pistol in his hand as he walked through the mall, searching for food.
Ramo Zarianee sat in the hanger, watching a trio of grunts playing near a phantom as he waited for something to happen. Apparently, he was supposed to doing a mission in a small while, and there was going to be a signal for the squad to head to the hanger, but right now he needed to be patient. As far as Ramo was concerned, the grunts at the phantom were to be taking one of the plasma cannons off of the phantom, checking it for any issues, sending it to a Huragok if it needed repairs and then replacing it on the dropship. It would be wrong to say that the plasma cannon had barely been touched. It had been touched alright, except that the touch was one of the three grunts bumping into the cannon, making it hover slightly off of the weapon's tripod, the entire cannon being tilted down and toward the ground. This was enough to make Ramo stand up from where he was sitting, and stride over to the trio of grunts. The trio looked at him, cowardly looks in their eyes as they wondered why the pilot was striding over to them.

Then it hit them, almost as hard as Ramo was prepared to do physically if they didn't do their jobs. Ramo came to a stop a few feet away from the grunts, and clenched his fists. Without a word, the three grunts walked up to the plasma cannon, took it off of the tripod and began their inspection of the weapon. With a low growl, Ramo walked onto the ramp of the phantom, glaring at the grunts. He didn't like when aircraft were disrespected. It was a bad habit, a pilot's habit, but Ramo didn't care. What came next infuriated him more.

One of the tree grunts walked up to Ramo, and said "We have found an issue with the weapon-" The grunt was cut off by a loud growl coming from Ramo, who looked at the grunt with frustrated eyes, and slapped the poor Unggoy across the face with the back of his hand.
"Then get a Huragok to fix it, and do your job instead of fooling around, or I will personally punish you!" It didn't a second for the grunt to realize that the Sangheili pilot in front of his was very angry, and immediately ran to his comrades to help them lift the plasma cannon to try to find a Huragok to repair it.

Ramo sighed, watching the grunts run off with the bulky weapon. His anger was starting to fade away, and he was left standing on the ramp of the phantom. A few grunts and jackals passed, shared glances at Ramo, then walked off. Ramo wished that he had something to do, and luckily that came. It came in the form of the blink of a red light on his helmet's HUD, and a chirp-like noise. That has to be the signal for the squad, The Sangheili pilot thought. I guess I can just wait here then. Ramo crossed his arms, and waited.
I'll probably just have Ramo know about the mission. Gonna post now.
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