Drakey

Let's start a war.

Awesome!!!! can you post the link? @Blueflame

As for the main plot line I was thinking something like this:

1) Unknown enemy dubbed 'The Devourer' is attacking outside worlds.

2) This enemy was initially attacked by the race that has now travelled to the hub worlds seeking protection.

3) The hub worlds are forced to join the fray after getting attacked by 'The Devourer' for the crime of harboring a criminal race.

4) Now an all-out war ensues between the hub worlds and 'The Devourer'.

5) THe main goal is to unravel the truth and stop the war. However, this can be done by either haveing the hub worlds be defeated, defeated 'The Devourer', or by bringing to light the true mastermind behind all this.

How does that sound?

Pilots Wanted! A Titanfall RP

@Foster

How was Alms an FNG-grunt on the day he defected? He had already been relatively influential within the IMC and is seen as something of a legend among mechanics and engineers.

As for hating the fact that he won't die, that makes sense.

EDIT: If you want, then you can go ahead and post. I'm alright with her trying to attack Alms' back while he is engaged with Cross. However, no autohits and you won't be taking Alms down any time soon.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Lovejoy

Ok, just wanted to ask.

Also, Rodion's vision of the dragon fits his personality to a T and I don't think that anyone else could have done a better job.

PS: we were definitely on the same wavelength as I wanted his vision of the aspect to be a dragon!

Zombie Survival (Annoyedftw x Drakey)

Drake thought frantically as his mind reeled from what had just happened. Relief washed over him as he fell through the glass doors. A figure, with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, stood in front of him. The only thing that ruined the image was the sight of a revolver that covered her pale face. Then the shrieks resounded in Drake's head. Turning back towards the door, Drake could see as the outside glass door began to crack and bow. From their pure weight, those corpses were about to destroy the door.

"Shit..." the sound escaped his lips, its baritone reverberations travelling throughout the lobby. "There's gotta be one of those, there has to be one." Talking to himself, Drake ran over to the main desk. Behind it was the door to the security room, which had thankfully been left open. Opening the heavy steel door, Drake jumped back as a lumbering corpse fell through. Kicking the biting corpse away, Drake called out to the woman.

"Damn, didn't know that people kept them as pets. Can you take care of that one while I take care of the ones outside?" Drake didn't care if she had heard him or not. His mind, completely and utterly focused, raced through the dials, keyboards, and circuits within the room. Apparently that guard had the same idea as Drake did, as the circuitry for it had been ripped out, presumably at the same time that the guard's side had been ripped out. Taking out a pair of wire cutters, Drake set to work, quickly and efficiently he cleaned up the mess that the now zombified guard had left.

Praying, Drake connected the condominium's backup generator to the steel shutters that were on the inside of the lobby's glass walls. The metal shrieked as the low power from the generator painfully urged them to move. Then, like a tidal wave, the steel shutters slammed down. Turning around just in time, Drake could see as a zombie's face was plastered against the inside door to the Lobby. Sighing, he spoke to the woman. The guard now still at her feet, blood splattering the ground.

"To answer your question, my name is Frederick Rezin, but if you wouldn't mind, please call me Drake. As for where I came from, well, it would have been the same place as our lovely guests out their." A frown settled on Drake's face as he thought about those two poor souls that had tried to jump him only thirty minutes ago. "Some idiots tried to attack, thus alerting said horde that is waiting outside." Turning around, Drake began to clean up the guard's room, looking for anything that he could find helpful. Mostly just a flashlight, some batteries, and some 10mm ammo.

"How about you? What's your name and why are you here?" Drake's electric blue eyes burrowed themselves into the girls own cerulean eyes.

The Treasure of the Cosman Temple

here, just been busy. Will have a post up today.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Lovejoy

Holy Shit! I LOVE Rodion's vision of the Dragon. I have a question: How often could Rodion speak with the Aspect? I would like him to be able to meet with and speak with his aspect relatively frequently. Is that alright?

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@shylarah

Nope, no affairs. What I mean is that Rodion is just starting to have romantic thoughts about Ziotea and it's throwing him off.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@shylarah

He's 21.....not exactly a teenager. Though, I guess on the emotional level he is a late bloomer.

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

@Perpenheimer

Ok, then lets start with Tony being Tyche Mercenary that works with the Vanguard.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Lovejoy

Understood. I was thinking more that Rodion generally enjoys interacting with her because of how smart she is. Take into note that Rodion does not understand 'love' and may be prone to misinterpreting his own feelings.

Anyways, Ziotea would be unhappy about it.