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6 yrs 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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6 yrs ago
So apparently Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down is considered classic rock now...
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6 yrs ago
So there's a Pink Floyd Laser Show coming to town. Ahm gettin hyped. :D
6 yrs 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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6 yrs ago
Warframe has released an update with even bigger and meaner monsters to hunt. 10/10, would hunt again.
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Bio

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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Garrett made his way into the building shortly after Shiro settled in. He pushed the door open with a shoulder, wheeling a suitcase behind him, and a dufflebag worn on his shoulders. He looked tired, though not quite as tired as Shiro. His hair was messy, and clothes mirrored this. Clearly he hadn't bothered keeping a pristine exterior during his travels, but he still carried it well. Made him seem well at ease. Even if he felt anything but. He glanced over towards the couches, and noticed Shiro sitting there. He offered a nod, and a muttered, "Hey-ya..."

He pushed on towards the stairs, collapsing the extending handle on his suitcase, and picking the thing up to carry it up the stairs. "Lemme set my stuff in my room. Back in a flash..."

Course from the look of him, Garrett wasn't even sure Shiro knew how to speak English. He probably did, given the location of the school, but Garrett hadn't dealt much with folks from other countries. Garrett didn't give it too much thought, however. He was too focused on finding the room with his name on it. When he did find it, he pushed the door open, and pulled his bags inside, and deposited them near his bed. His Dufflebag dropped on top of his bed, and he immediately kicked his shoes off. After nearly a day of wearing them, Garrett figured it was only a matter of time before a biohazard team was sent to his room, but they had to come off sooner or later. He rooted around in his suitcase for a new pair of socks, and pulled them on. He rolled the sleeves of his button-up back to just below his elbows, and ran a hand through his hair to attempt to smooth it down. With that, he turned and left the room, heading back downstairs. He approached the Asian teen seated on the couch and said, "Sorry bout--bout that. Heavy bag. I'm Garrett."
Who needs new years parties when you have RP amirite?
Sweet god have mercy on his soul

I'm sure he'll be fine.
Voph, having turned to the Obelisk for the same reason as the rest of the party, didn't hesitate when Fionn called out. He immediately turned to survey the assembling hoarde, drawing his pistol to level at...well, everything. Perhaps this instinct to provide covering fire didn't work so well with such limited ammo. He turned, and ran towards the stairway, gaze sweeping the inky blackness below, before reaching up to click on a flashlight mounted on his pistol. He moved forward, pistol raised and ready, leading the way below, trusting that the rest of the group was behind him.

Coward. Voph growled to himself as the thought entered his head. He didn't have the ammo to cover the rest of the team. It made sense. Father would be so ashamed. Voph cursed under his breath as he exhaled. For the first time since he'd left home, he felt that all familiar fear grip his very soul. The fear of failure. The fear of death. The one thing shared between human and beast. Voph exhaled slowly. He wasn't prepared for this. Back home he'd been....a god. He was a mere child and nigh unstoppable. Here...he was nothing but a fool with a gun. A gun that was dangerously empty for their current predicament. "No sign of any dead down here, but stay cautious. Bet you a warm meal the fuckers will ambush us without a second thought."



"Shoulda seen the one that got away."

General Information


Name: Garrett Michael Walker

Nickname/Alias: N/A

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: USA, White

Appearance: 5'10" tall, Athletic, lightly tanned. Garett has minimal scarring across his body from day to day mishaps, the most notable being a jagged scar on his kneecap from where he fell on a rock. This is often covered by long pants, as Garett is happiest when wearing blue jeans and a collared button-up, often with sleeves rolled up to just beneath the elbow. His short black hair is kept neat, and often trimmed rather short, though not short enough to be considered a buzz cut.

Personal Information

Personality: Garett is typically focused and goals-oriented, serious and solemn. from a young age, Garett prefered his own company, and was often awkward around other children. Garett has a history of speech dificulty, often prefering to say as little as possible through his childhood. In spite of his social troubles, when pushed out of his comfort zone, Garett has always been a willing helper, and would often (At his guardian's behest) spend time out of school volunteering with various community organizations.

As he entered his teen years, Garett began to open up with the help of therapy and counseling. He's more social than his childhood, though he will frequently revert to quiet and reserved, often as a result of too much stimuli. He works well under stress, but ultimately will suffer for it. Often withdrawing to his own company and medicating with loud music, among other things, as a result. Garett only appears to be happy or comfortable with himself when he is attending his extra-curricular Martial Arts class, or pursuing similar activities.

Bio: Garett never knew his real father, in spite of having fleeting memories of him. His mother raised him with the help of his paternal grandparents. His grand-father became his father figure, and was extremely supportive of Garett's attempts to cure his social issues. The two were often inseperable through Garett's early years, particularly when the elder Walker went fishing in the lake near his house. Garett never did enjoy fishing as much as his grandfather, but they found it a great time to talk, and recount the events of the previous day.

Garett's life was normal enough until his thirteenth birthday, the morning of which his grandfather spent recounting his father's final days. Garett learned that his father had cut all ties with the family to protect them during a deep cover operation somewhere in eastern Europe. The elder Walker told Garett that he displayed the same aptitudes as his father, and was being recommended for a school across seas. S.P.I.G.A., his grandfather said. The very same school his father had graduated from. from that moment forward, Garett spent as much free time as he could devote to training and preparing to follow in his father's footsteps.

Spy Information


Talents:
Slight of Hand: Now you see it, now you don't.

Keen Senses: Garett's got an eye for detail, and excellent memory for floorplans.

Quickdraw: Garett had way too much time on his hands, and enjoys westerns more than someone his age probably should.

Pistol Training: Mostly civilian grade, but he still knows the basics of firearms, and how to fight with them.

Gadgetry:
SmartPhone: Military-grade hardware, Software capabilities limited only by hardware and the minds behind it.

Five-Seven Modified: extended barrel allows for built-in suppressor. Added weight to grip to counter-balance additional weight from barrel.

H.U.D. Glasses: Designed to syncronize with Garrett's phone, and ONLY his phone. Can be configured to route various forms of information to the display, including video feeds, vital signs, Compass, maps, and waypoints.

Other Items:
A copy of The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. The wear suggests he has owned this book for some time, and very much enjoys reading it.

Crucifix on a necklace. Though not overly religious, Garrett is hardly ever seen without this particular item.

Laptop. High-end rig, for hybrid entertainment and work use. Contains mostly music.

Fishing pole and kit: Just cause he doesn't enjoy it as much as his grandfather doesn't mean he don't enjoy it.

Other Info:

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To be fair, that was the best I could manage. If THAT is nightmare inducing, you don't wanna see the other options. Also worth noting that "brown eyes" was damn near impossible to rig up, so yoose yer imaginashuns, Kidz!
I just put it on the CS. Frankly if that doesn't work, I'll just bow out cause I can't be assed to find something else.
Nah, it's from Warframe, so it's more or less a 3-d Render of a human being
Ugh. Alright, I'll see if I can come up with something else. The pictures I had selected were screenshots from a video game, but I had a sneaking suspicion by "Realistic only" what you meant to say was "Real-Life Only"
You know, something just occurred to me, how strict are you on "realistic only" for character pictures, and are they mandatory?
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