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3 mos ago
Current Welp. Kinda left cause all the games I joined died off. Turns out I got that real bad RP itch. So...I guess I'm back. Hi guys.
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8 mos ago
So apparently Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down is considered classic rock now...
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8 mos ago
So there's a Pink Floyd Laser Show coming to town. Ahm gettin hyped. :D
8 mos ago
Hmph. So all the RP's I'm in either died or I've lost interest in. Back to the drawing board, I suppose. Anyone has any suggestions, I'm game for just about anything at the Casual-Advanced level...
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8 mos ago
Warframe has released an update with even bigger and meaner monsters to hunt. 10/10, would hunt again.
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Hi there! I'm Echoes of Old, and honored that you're choosing to waste your time in my tiny little corner of the internet.

I'm a long time RPer that got my start right here on this site WAAAY way back, dabbling in forum RPs here and there, on this site and others, before transitioning to Star Wars: The Old Republic, where I RPed primarily as Kyyrk-Xho Verros on the Ebon Hawk server (when I wasn't raiding or carrying my RPer-only friends through story content).

These days I spend most of my time working, playing Warframe, or RPing. Feel free to drop a message and say Hi, and happy writing out there!

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

It has been one year since the Alliance laid claim to the Eternal Throne, and brought Empress Vaylin to her knees. The Empire and Republic struggle to rebuild, sights turning to the foreign world of Iokath. An ancient construct built before even the Eternal Empire. Now consumed by droids, and artificial-intelligences, Iokath is a goldmine of materials and resources. One that the Galaxy sorely needs. With War creeping to the forefront once more, the powers of the galaxy must fight for survival, or forever succumb to the annals of history.

Our story, however, is not concerned with such matters. Not yet, anyways. For now, you are content to find smaller game. And found it you have. An anonymous client calling himself Legacy has put word out on many underground channels. "This message will not repeat. My name is Legacy. I seek your help returning something stolen from me. An artifact. Saying anything more than this will alert our target. If you wish to lend your aid, you will be rewarded handsomely. Do not speak of this to anyone. The very walls can betray you. If you wish to lend your aid, travel to the jungle moon of Rishi. We will meet in Smuggler's Cove."




Welcome to the galaxy of Star Wars! This is based on the events of Star Wars: The Old Republic: Knights of the Eternal Throne expansion, upto and including the events of the Iokath storyline. Because there are multiple routes the story can take, and no canonical route has been defined, we will say that the Alliance sided with the Republic, and the Outlander, for all intents and purposes, is the Hero of Tython, or the Jedi Knight class story.

For those of you completely unfamiliar with the storyline of SWTOR, the year is 23 ATC, or After Treaty of Coruscant, in which the Republic and Sith Empire signed a cease-fire, granting the Empire dominion over nearly half the Galaxy. Various wars and battles were fought in the years between, brought to another ceasefire by the advent of the Revanite Crisis. Followers of Revan had infiltrated the Republic and Empire at the highest levels, necessitating the ceasefire to weed out the Revanites and re-establish order within the ranks. Before this ceasefire could be dissolved, the Sith Emperor, Vitiate, turned on the Empire, consuming all life on the Sith homeworld of Ziost. It was then that he revealed his master plan. A second Empire, Zakuul, invaded the galaxy, citing Republic and Empire incursion on their territory, and murder of their beloved Emperor Valkorian (Vitiate's true identity), as the reasons for their invasion. Their powerful Eternal Fleet decimated the galaxy, and kept them under the heel of the Eternal Empire until a successful uprising led by The Outlander over threw Empress Vaylin.

It is into these tumultuous times that our characters are being thrust. And while we begin with a heist, I have plans for other adventures to go on, that shall be revealed as appropriate. Now, that out of the way, characters. My intent is that everyone can play what they'd like. From Sith, to Jedi, to random joe with a blaster. That said, you will have to justify being able to play nice with members of opposing alignments (looking at you guys, Sith and Jedi). If I do not get the sense that your character would reasonably be found working with Sith or Jedi, then you will be asked to modify your story. If you have questions or are unsure, PLEASE reach out to me and I'll help you find some kind of resolution for your issue.

We'll be looking at about 5-6 characters to start, myself included, and will operate on a first-come first-serve basis. In order to save a slot, you must post a first draft of your character sheet containing at LEAST your name, profession, and at least one paragraph of backstory. In the interest of activity, I ask for at least one post a week, unless otherwise excused (Vacation, Illness, etc). If you fail to post within one week, I'll be attempting to contact you OOCly to remind you that you need to post something. A second week without any posts will result in your spot being put up for grabs to anyone that wishes to join up.

Last but not least, here's the character sheet I want everyone to fill out. If you have something you would like to add off the record, Like a hidden agenda, secret twist, ETC, please fill out a character sheet, and then PM me about the hidden details:




Picture Here (Optional)
Name:
Age:
Race:
Homeworld:

Nation: (Empire, Republic, Alliance, Other)
Legal Obligation: (Lawful, Neutral, Chaotic)
Karma Obligation: (Good, Neutral, Evil. If you're a Force Sensitive, this should match your profession.)
Profession: (Think Archetype. Soldier. Sith. Jedi. Pilot. ETC)
Specialization: (Sith Marauder, Sith Assassin, Jedi Sentinel, Heavy Weapons Infantry, ETC)
Rank/Title: (If applicable. Jedi/Sith should be specifying Apprentice, Knight/Lord, Darth/Master. If Military, please match Pub or Imp ranking system.)

Description: (If you don't provide a picture, I'll expect more to be said here)
Equipment: (Describe what your character has.)
Personality Traits: (Feel free to offer blurbs about each trait, though it is not required)

Positive x3
Negative x3

Backstory: (I'm all for people having a shady past, but at least publicly disclose a paragraph or two so other players know who they're dealing with. I should also see a backstory matching/explaining the Legal and Karma Obligations. Feel free to write this first.)
Well, fortunately for all involved, I only just got to a point today where I could check RPG, so...yay for not having to write a post yet. :P
Luckily, my PC is up and running again, turns out it was a bad power supply. So... yeah, I'm happy bout that
Still kicking around, though my Desktop gave up the ghost a couple days ago, so I've been devoting all my freetime to fixing that. But the good news is we've either fixed it, or we're at the point where we basically sit around and wait for the next failure to happen (or the next part to get here)
Haha! Unfortunately there are no current plans to have Fly evolve past simple combat platform, so it'd be very one sided. :P
Well, we do have two folks in town that are poking people carrying guns. If that's not prime opportunity I'm frankly not sure what is. :P
Rhys had almost been having an enjoyable day. Almost. He remembered back in his childhood when "enjoyable" was popcorn with a movie after a long day of working in the fields. Now? Enjoyable was a day with a warm meal. And preferably not having to shank someone. Today's count was up to three. Idiots, the three of them. Better off feeding whatever passed for decomposers these days than contributing to the accelerated death of Earth. Didn't even bother to question Rhys as he approached them. Though, it did make Rhys happy to know that there were still outfits besides Novus Ordo, even if they were a dying breed.

Rhys pulled his cloak around him closer. Bazaars like this one had always filled him with suspicion and dread. Too easy for someone to knife him. And while the cloak did a good job of rendering him incognito, his armor still made him a target. People would kill a man over anything that looked the least bit valuable these days. And Pretty Fly sure didn't help with that. Rhys rolled his neck, clutching his pack with his other hand. He didn't know exactly what it was he was delivering, but it was important enough to have no less than three people guard it, and it ensured him a week's worth of warm meals. Rhys suspected his contractor was somehow affiliated with Novus Ordo to be able to pay such a price, but frankly that was the least of his concerns. When the Devil offers food, the desperate man accepts it first, and finds a way out second.

Rhys veered off the main road, and wove into a series of alleys, where a similarly cloaked man was waiting. "You followed?"

Rhys shook his head. "Walk like you own the place, people tend to leave you alone. Everyone else is easy to shake."

The hood nodded, and extended a hand as Rhys reached into his backpack. "Any resistance getting the package?"

"It was guarded."

"So...no bonus?"

Rhys shook his head again, plopping a metal box into the other man's hand. The box was whisked out of sight. In its place, the man held out a small cloth wrapping. "One week's rations, as agreed."

Rhys took the package and stuffed it down in his backpack. "You're a good man, Rhys. Too good for the work you do."

Rhys paid him little mind. His backpack had already been slung over his shoulder, and he was making his way back to the main road. Job was done. No questions, no eyebrows raised. He liked it better that way. Couldn't always do good and get by. So he'd rather not think about the long term repercussions. Rhys was about to reach up to remove his helmet, but immediately decided against it. Gunshots. Close. Rhys reached up into his cloak and Removed Fly from her harness. Bandits? Maybe. Though it sounded like they were inside the city. Gunshots were too close, and coming from the wrong direction, to be outside the city. He unslung the metal pipe he used as both a walking stick and quarterstaff, and began moving towards the sounds of the gunshots. With his off hand, he tossed his drone into the air.

Rhys reached up and flicked a switch near his ear. He gave his ear a pair of taps, listening for an echoing tapping from Fly. He had to use his radio sparingly, it was running low on power, but it had always proven an effective strategy for creating confusion. Pretty Fly followed Rhys close to his shoulder, humming quietly as the hover-tubes held it aloft. Rhys had almost reached the main marketplace when an explosion sounded in the distance. Rhys instinctively dropped prone, before looking up to survey the area. A plume of smoke had appeared over the wall. Rhys got back to his feet, and moved forward at a crouch, rounding the corner to see a squad of militants rushing off to investigate. Leaving one armed man and...presumably his captive. And unless Rhys was mistaken, there was a sizable chunk of change sitting at the man's feet. He'd never been a druggie, but he couldn't deny it made you friends in the wastes. Must have been the girl's. Rhys decided to go for it. Maybe if he rescued the girl, he could convince her to split it with him. 90/10 in her favor might work. Well, he'd cross that dust dune when he got there.

He moved across the ground slowly, hunched over, but with fluid, almost animalistic movements. He summoned up his best wide-eyed explorer look, and scuttled closer to the man. He made plenty of noise, intending to get the man to turn around. Uttering an inquisitive purr of sorts, he skulked ever closer, praying that the guy would be the kind to warn him off before firing. Meh, he'd made it this far. Further than he thought he'd ever make it. What was the harm in pushing his luck a little further?
Name: Rhys
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance:





Profile:

Rhys grew up in the Midwest United States. He'd seen the Earth go to shit right before his very eyes. Born an only child to a pair of farmers, Rhys grew up working to supply what little food he could for his family, and the community around him. His father eventually abandoned the farm before it became too dangerous for the family to continue living there. Rhys and his family lived a nomadic lifestyle from there on, scrapping and selling anything of value they could find. When Rhys was 23, his parents were killed helping defend a town from bandits. Rhys himself escaped with only minor wounds, but ultimately never forgave himself for allowing his parents to die.

In the days that followed, Rhys continued to wander around the US Midwest. He lent a hand to those in need, but almost never for free. He tried to maintain a caring and positive outlook, and offered clients the lowest price he could afford to work for. One job had him running security for a scavenging sweep of an R&D lab somewhere in the Las Vegas area, where he found the drone he later christened Pretty Fly. Rhys was no expert with robotics or computers, but is slowly learning if only to see what secrets Fly has to offer. So far, Rhys has determined that Fly was at some point an AI platform, but at the present time is little more than a combat support drone. The modifications marking her as such suggest that the original creators had trashed her, and a previous scavenger had rebuilt her.

These days, Rhys still wanders the continental United States, sometimes venturing as far north as Canada. Fly has been a constant companion to him since his parents died, and it even seems capable of basic emoting. Though not as pristine as she once was, Rhys takes great care in selecting good parts to repair Fly with, and is very protective of her. Though he still takes odd jobs from time to time, Rhys has discovered a newfound endgame. Whispers of salvation. An escape from this dying earth. A ship, named Endeavor Six...
Ok, moving my CS over to the character tab. meant to do that once I got home from work, but soon as my ass got home, the Warframe crew was all over it. XD
Name: Rhys
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance:





Profile:

Rhys grew up in the Midwest United States. He'd seen the Earth go to shit right before his very eyes. Born an only child to a pair of farmers, Rhys grew up working to supply what little food he could for his family, and the community around him. His father eventually abandoned the farm before it became too dangerous for the family to continue living there. Rhys and his family lived a nomadic lifestyle from there on, scrapping and selling anything of value they could find. When Rhys was 23, his parents were killed helping defend a town from bandits. Rhys himself escaped with only minor wounds, but ultimately never forgave himself for allowing his parents to die.

In the days that followed, Rhys continued to wander around the US Midwest. He lent a hand to those in need, but almost never for free. He tried to maintain a caring and positive outlook, and offered clients the lowest price he could afford to work for. One job had him running security for a scavenging sweep of an R&D lab somewhere in the Las Vegas area, where he found the drone he later christened Pretty Fly. Rhys was no expert with robotics or computers, but is slowly learning if only to see what secrets Fly has to offer. So far, Rhys has determined that Fly was at some point an AI platform, but at the present time is little more than a combat support drone. The modifications marking her as such suggest that the original creators had trashed her, and a previous scavenger had rebuilt her.

These days, Rhys still wanders the continental United States, sometimes venturing as far north as Canada. Fly has been a constant companion to him since his parents died, and it even seems capable of basic emoting. Though not as pristine as she once was, Rhys takes great care in selecting good parts to repair Fly with, and is very protective of her. Though he still takes odd jobs from time to time, Rhys has discovered a newfound endgame. Whispers of salvation. An escape from this dying earth. A ship, named Endeavor Six...



To kill 2 birds with one stone, I would agree that the periodic flashbacks seem like the best option for setting the stage leading up to present day.
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