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5 mos ago
Current So apparently Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down is considered classic rock now...
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5 mos ago
So there's a Pink Floyd Laser Show coming to town. Ahm gettin hyped. :D
5 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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5 mos ago
Warframe has released an update with even bigger and meaner monsters to hunt. 10/10, would hunt again.
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5 mos ago
Ahh....got the place to myself for the weekend. I oughta have a party or someth--wait, never mind that requires friends. Witcher 3 marathon it is then...
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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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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

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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.
I figured as much, but you know what they say about assuming and all that. I'mma see if I can cobble together a CS and get that last spot yall have. I'm thinking I might base heavily off of, if not entirely recycle, an old character that never got to see the light of IC that focused around Drones and the tinkering thereof. More or less a guy that just scrapes together whatever scrap he can find to keep his lil' buddy going, and otherwise takes whatever job he can find that pays well enough for him to eat, legal or not.

EDIT: Just took a peak at the character sheets tab and saw that his MO more or less matches your character, so....yeah, gonna at least find something else to be his defining trait, if not rework that entirely. But like I said, i'll see what I can come up with.
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