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I have the beginnings of a Naga character in mind, but it's gonna take me a little bit to get a properly working backstory.
Query: Is there room for one more and a non-human at that?
[Amanda]

{John!?! I~} Amanda cuts off abruptly as muffled gunfire, swearing and the screeching of Zerg can be heard over the comm line. {Sorry, little busy down here... I'm afraid we're stretched to the limit right now, so Stef's gonna be on his own for a bit unless you guys can pick him up. But if he's taking out the Broodmother, that'll make things~} She cuts off again as there's the shriek of tearing metal and the screams of more dying Zerg. {~Easier. If ya'll could provide some fire support that'd be greatly appreciated.}

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As the Fury of Terra continues to descend through the atmosphere, sensors pick up a series of colony ships turned into emergency fortifications besieged by a not insubstantial Zerg horde and a Zerg hive a few kilometers away. The latter is of course where the projected impact site for Stefan is.
Name: Stefan Alexander
Age: Old.
Race: Bio-engineered Terran/Zerg hybrid
Physical Appearance: 7' tall, 3' shoulder, Covered in black power armor like carapace.
Equipment: Assorted. Primarily travels with the following: Pulse rifle, 12" combat knife, 50 cal auto pistol, plasma pistol.
Abilities: basic(ish) telekinetics, force barriers, rapid regeneration, psionic self enhancement, 6th sense, eternal warrior.
Sorry for the lack of a response to the PM. Still interested, just taking a bit to figure out my char's backstory.

Eric Williams, Isobel Mulryan
Cafeteria A


Suggestion: Now would not be the to remind Isobel that technically she initiated this by having Grarves run through the Cafeteria. Duly noted. Eric mentally ripostes, choosing to ignore the 'ravens' dry snark for the time being. With a sigh, he steps away from Grarves, pulling up a seat at a nearby table. "Can I trust that you'll handle this... formally, and not just start a fight in the halls?"

"If by formally you mean beating his face in and then having Grarves slobber all over it." Isobel replied with a growl. The land dragon walked back over, bwarking in his usual manner before laying on the ground next to Isobel. "Then yea, formally."

Fork halfway to his mouth, Eric stops and very deliberately makes sure he does not sigh again. "No. By formally I mean challenging him to a duel and settling this in the arena not just starting a fight that would give a mentor, or Cogsworth, reason to intervene." Eric finishes, finally taking a bite of breakfast.

"Geh." Isobel grimaced at the thought of taking this to the arena. "If that jackass would actually do that, then sure." She replied, though she obviously didn't think much of the idea. "Not that he would. He ran like the little bitch he is so no way in hell would he do that." Sighing, she waved bye to albus, blushing lightly from the kiss she was blown before shaking her head and leaning lightly on Grarves.

Do I tell Isobel that I know Max? That could redirect her anger at me... but she'll probably find out eventually one way or another. Better to be upfront about it. The fewer lies the better. Now here's to hoping she's not feeling too inquisitive. Eric thinks, mulling over his options and their potential consequences before replying.

"Ehh... I don't know him that well, but I do know that Max isn't one to shy away from a fight, at least one that's on his terms anyway. Max will at the very least know of you through reputation, so he'll be expecting you to come after him. That makes it a fight he can prepare for, which then makes it a fight on his terms. So no, I don't think he'll be running from your next encounter." Eric says, pausing mid sentence to wolf down a couple quick bites; the first bell would be shortly, and he still had a good bit to eat.

"Eh, you know that guy?" Isobel replied with a frown. Eh, didn't really matter. Meh, that sounded entirely convoluted, but she couldn't exactly say he was wrong. If he knew she was coming, then that would give him time to prepare...but then, what did she care? She could handle whatever the hell he threw at her. "...doesn't matter!" She replied swiftly. "That wimp ain't got nothin' up his sleeves that could take down Rutul." All she had to do was just tell the Wyvern to eat the guy and that'd be the end of that fool.

Patting Grarves behind his ears, she continued. She'd find him later...for now she was missing her daily routine.

"Anyways, grarves and I got some training to do. Wanna be my sparring partner?"

Inwardly sighing with relief, Eric offers Isobel an apologetic smile. "As much as I would enjoy a few good matches, I do have class to attend. Nothing like a little magic theory first thing in the morning if you ask me."

Eric Williams
Cafeteria A: Chaos

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With a plate full of food, Eric exits the breakfast line and starts to make his way across the room, only to hear a familiar 'bwark' as the ground trembles. "Oh no... You've got to be kidding me Isobel... Grarves, this early in the morning?" Eric mutters to himself while he watches the land drake come bursting through the cafeteria doors. Watching the chaos unfold, Eric's eyes narrow as he catches Max exacerbating the situation. Talk about chaos incarnate, dealing with him is going to be a risky business indeed.
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"Oi!" Isobel yelled out as she walked up behind Max, "Spiky haired overly dressed bastard. Where the hell do you think you're going?"
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Shit. This could go very bad, very fast. Eric thinks in sheer panic, one hand dropping to the hilt of his Estoc; only to relax moments later as Max chooses to run out with a well timed smoke bomb. Taking a deep breath to collect himself Eric steps forward through the smoke to Grarves, who he hand-feeds a piece of breakfast sausage before looking over at a still fuming Isobel. "What is it with you and chaos, Isobel? I swear, wherever you go, trouble follows." Eric says, his tone dryly teasing, one hand idly giving Grarves chin scritches.
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