Fallenreaper

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Fallenreaper Mind if you let me finally get my post up in the morning? :P

Same for you @Dblade26

@Sep

Big question... are you actually going to post? >_>

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Fallenreaper

I'm all alooooneeee, and need to ask you sumit.

@Sep

Hopping in.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@The Survivor

Alright, I'm going to have to ask you to alter your Post immediately or your PC is at risk of being kill off and you will be asked to leave the rp. Currently you've done 2 big No-Nos in Aftermath, which there aren't many I might add.

1: You've auto hit a PC. This is basically denying them the chance to react or defend themselves, despite the power level, in any way. AUTO HITS in any way or form are forbidden unless okayed by the target's player.

2: You've puppet a PC. Again, this is not allowed. All reactions from PCS are their own because you don't played them or are they owned by you, hence you don't know how the Player's character will react correctly. This ruins the fun for the person in the end and I find this very, very disappointing.

The Player has notified me and confirmed you HAVE NOT consulted or contacted him in pms, OoC or any other way about your acts. So he HAVE NOT okayed your ACTS in the post.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Raa

Raa leaned into Voira’s front, sleeping. Due to the crowded state of the shuttle, most people had to stand and keep each other up as the machine rocked to life. A low, monstrous rumble sounded through the interior . Her forehead leaned against the cold metal and allowed it to cold her growing fever. for every moments she just laid there, her body propped up by Voira and just being bounced around by the shuttle’s movements. Her heart beated softly while she rattled in her breathing yet she knew she was going to be fine. A blanket was wrapped about her and she snuggled deeper into it, trying not to hurt her friend anymore than she already had.

She was too tired to care for the sounds filling the scene until someone spoke. It was a woman causing her eyes to slip open and look with a tired expression. Her voice was strained through a budding sore throat as she sat up weakly. Her arm stretched out and helped brace her upright, her head slightly dizzy in the sudden change in position. This caused her right hand to reach and touch her temple, hoping to stop the spinning. For a moment Raa thought she was going to be sick. Her stomach curled and tightened, souring with the jarring, as she inhaled slowly. After a few breaths she turned to the human woman with a faint smile.

“Not unless you’re a Quarian and even then, you would have to have not properly braced yourself for an environment change.” Ras said politely, then added to clear her statement up. “My illness is because my body is adjusting to being outside my suit before I prepared for it. So no, it’s not contagious.”

RK’s voice scoffed from the omnitool as she snipped off in her snide voice. “Humans, expect to be treated like equals yet they don’t even educate their own species over others. Typical.”

Still weak, Raa lifted her arm meekly and frowned at her AI friend. “RK, please not today. I’m not up to it.”

RK looked to the side, her holographic bust floating near Raa, in a sheepish manner then sighed. “Alright but she pops off about something just as stupid... Quiet is the last thing I aim to be.”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alright Peers, Rtron's out sick currently and hopefully it's only for a few days at most. However, that could be wishful thinking. Around Tuesday-Thursday, I'm aiming to make a post for the Hunt to move the scene along. I say this because I'm getting my new glasses Tuesday which means I might or might not be busy adjusting to them first before writing. XD

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

<Snipped quote by Fallenreaper>

-coughs-

I'm sorry but I don't like Xid or any of the other characters present in that way.

@Sep

You know what I mean, else I wouldn't have included your sorry ass. :p

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Talk with @Fallenreaper. She's in charge of the mission the rescuers are working on.

oh and Fallen, would you drop by IRC and ping us when you're back up and awake?

@Ellri

*heads back to the IC*

@Gowi & @DBlade26 & @Sep One of you are up, and feel free to bring us into the showers if you will.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

UserName: Sento300

Character name: Lira

Age: 20

Mageblood type: Clima
Favoured Magic Class: Electromancy

Previous Magic training: Novice

Race: Swamp Oc

Appearance: 5 feet 6 inches, tan skin leathery and dried out, dyed light blue hair unkempt but rest firm if not stiffly against her back . natural hair color is silver though depending on lighting some say it's white. length rests just above lower back. Frame thin. Eyes grey with a slight silver lining unfocused but soft and curious (unless mad).Clothing,loincloth and bras. Barefooted her toes long and bottom of feet dirty. Sharp jaw but rounds off in a gentle chin. Skin and face often covered with dirt or mud (greatest sun protection) Figures is an hourglass figure breast size is a breast a B size. Ears have a slight point which twitch from time to time but not noticeably.

Short Bio:She is a swamp orc, how ever considered a weakling among her group due to her blindness. Because of that her experience with magic is low to none at all. Though she had no friends to speak of she did have her mother. They would work together when she was younger and she was taught the basic things. She learned to walk, and to sense some of her surroundings using the sense she did have. She tried to a few times to explain the smell of rain before a storm. How ever she found it difficult to describe properly. Mostly she worked on the small chores or jobs the others had for her or stayed up in a tree, most of the others were either hunting, searching for things or bone. Killing unwanted foes or just keeping guard.Some her age played games some setup to teach some just game. They didn’t let her play, but she wasn’t interested finding the idea of chasing a rabbit around as a silly idea for a game. She was content being in the tree or finding more quiet spots away from the others. There she could listen to the wind catch the breeze and the scents it would carry.

When she was old enough she left her home to flee the feeling of being trapped on terms she wouldn’t return or if she traveled through she would be consider the same as the other adventurers and peddler. Once on her own she went searching for the man who had taught her to sew wondering if there were more things he could teach her or a reason he did teach her. Though she soon found out how chaotic the world outside of her home was, and why they found her weak. She had a habit of falling into things or people because she couldn’t see them. Not to mention the fact she had no money or any other skills beside her domestic skills. Though it didn’t earn her much it allowed her to stay in various places like farms and inns as long as she worked. Usually she stay a day or two and move on. Sometimes they would pay her but most were happy to give her a little food and send her on her way.If she wasn’t working she would survive off the berries and fruits she could find. Telling ripeness quickly was by determined by smell, least after a few fermented fruits which made her dizzy. She really didn’t learn how to hunt there were days when she would find trap animals or carcass of a large cat's prey up in a tree where he sources of meat.

She didn’t really talk to anyone till winter time when a couple who had owned an inn at the base of a mountain took her in. Though she couldn’t recall exactly where she had ended up she did recall getting stuck in a blizzard. She would have been a frozen block of ice if they hadn’t found her in the middle of the street. She had manage to trip on some ice and face plant into the snow. The man of the house had found her on his walk from the store having kicked her with his boot by mistake. She was completely out cold.

She learned how to sew from a traveler that had visited her home when she was younger. He had been the only one so far to approach her. It was one thing she learned that helped keep her alive and not left behind. To pay off her stay she worked at the inn doing once again basic chores usually when it was closed and getting hit in the head by things she became quite good at catching and ducking. She heard of a school from a few people mostly the later stayers who would either be drinking or preparing to leave. When she asked about she got shrugged off. The person was too busy telling his tale then to listen to her. So she quietly worked while listening trying to hear for the name or location of the place. Though she found out quickly it didn’t matter if she had the location she couldn't read a map. She spent a good year asking and searching for the school before she could find it.

Good Attributes: Resourceful, dedicated, good at sewing, has a thirst for knowledge. Skilled in domestic chores, protective, respectful, heighten sense of smell, touch, and hearing. Can tell difference in pitches. Adaptable. Independent can hold her own.

Bad Attributes: Literally blind, Bull headed, snappy when pushed or teased. Too curious for her own good, has a lack of social understanding and cues. She’s an eavesdropper, tentative around older people. Sensitive ears makes to loud or multiple noises give her a headache.Won't ask for help and won't let people deem her helpless.

Secret Word: Rebirth

@Sento

*gives one stamp of approval*

@Lucius Cypher & @Rtron Next!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Anyone bored... feel free to use these images to try out the Creature creation CS on the OP.






In addition, I'll be tossing out some beasties latter for the Hunt crew when a few more make their Intro.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Fallenreaper By title do you mean like 'The Red Bane of Djarkel' or something else.

@Rtron

Something like this:

Ironx Herd

Any prenamed NPCS also fall in this area btw, unless you're told otherwise.