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5 yrs ago
Undertow only makes me think of Tool. Good album though.
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5 yrs ago
Incest in 1x1 interest check. Opinion invalidated.
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5 yrs ago
Yeah don’t ever recall BLM charging the US Capitol building, scaling the walls, attacking Capitol police and breaking windows to enter.
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5 yrs ago
RIP America 1776 - 2021. We had a good run.
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6 yrs ago
If I am made mod I will do what everyone truly desires and delete the status bar.
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ABOUT ME:
  • Male.
  • EST USA timezone.
  • Been RPing since 2011.
  • Mainly into sci-fi RPs.
  • GM'd and been a player in too many roleplays to list.


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Feel free to hit me up if you wanna RP with me or have a RP idea you think I might be into.

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Hael said
I hate to be "that guy", so forgive me if this is a violation of rule 4, but neither Vantas nor Fiddler have posted on anything at all in the past 3 days. I'm not saying we should move on without them (unless that's what Jones wants to do) but I suggest someone shoot them a PM to see if they're still interested or have enough time.


You do have a point. It couldn't hurt to PM Vantas to see if he's still in. Fiddler just posted and Akaya will post, so Vantas is the only one left unaccounted for.
No one else is EST USA timezone?
My timezone is EST USA.

I usually post after 1 - 2pm on weekdays. I'm usually on all weeknights. Weekends are trickier as I wok part time then. As of right now I'm committed fully to the RP.

Also in need of a buddy
How many characters have yet to post? 4?
Let's get this show on the road.
"Captain Hunt asking all members to meet in the briefing room. All members to the briefing room."

The voice of the captain of the vessel boomed through the ship's interior and into the personal quarters of one old mercenary turned criminal turned Marauder. The mercenary was sitting on his bed, his back against the cold metal wall. In his hands he clenched an electronic device, on it was text of some kind, a very old text actually, Sun Tzu's The Art of War. An old merc reading an old book, if anyone walked in on him reading it then they'd probably crack a joke. As he finished a sentence he placed the device down on his bed, he would rather not keep everyone else waiting for him.

Darius' feet touched the floor, then the rest of him went forward as he lurched into a standing position. He glanced around his small room, it was simple, reminded him of a prison cell, kind of fitting for someone deemed a criminal such as himself. He looked around for his weapons, then found them, his sniper rifle and SMG sat leaned up against the wall by his bed. He wouldn't need to take those with him, he was pretty certain that there wouldn't be any firefights breaking out in the meeting room, it'd just be a simple meet and great. They'd all look happy to meet each other, exchange pleasantries then wander off back to their separate areas on the ship. Darius shook his head as he brushed off his clothing, he wore a simple grey t shirt and black combats, along with his boots. He then reached down to retrieve his trusty combat knife.

Never go anywhere unarmed. One of his fellow mercenaries told him that, way back when he first began, he still followed the idea, it had happened before, a simple meeting turning into an attempted murder. Though he did not think this would be anything more than a meeting, better safe than sorry. He tucked the knife onto his belt, then exited his quarters, locking the room behind him.

Darius began towards the briefing room, he already had the layout of the ship memorized, every room, name and ID on it. Always best to go into these things prepared. He hadn't spoken a word to any of the crew except the captain since the few days he had been placed on the ship. He mostly stayed cooped up in his room or went to a training room and worked out, it did help the time pass. He had asked to be given command of armory, they told him yes but he had yet to be introduced to his new area. His boots clanked on the metallic floor as the new Marauder turned the corner, within striking distance of the briefing room.

The door came open automatically as he entered the room, there were already people here. Great, he thought, he thought he would be one of the first ones here, then he wouldn't have to awkwardly pick a seat next to one of these strangers. He stood still for a moment, glancing over the people already here, it was a mixture of humans and aliens, exactly like he figured it would be. He had no problems with aliens, he just always felt more comfortable when there were some of his own kind with him. He found the captain at the head of table, locked eyes with the man, then nodded to him in greeting. The seats next to the captain were already taken, brilliant.

He found an empty chair next to a crewman in some big mechanical exosuit, and sat down. He focused on the display of the planet they were supposed to head to first, for their first mission together. Fucking great, I hate the cold, just my luck. Darius thought to himself, shaking his head. He really hoped the next planet they went to was a tropical paradise with only attractive women for the inhabitants, but he severely doubted that. If such a planet existed, then he would've never left it.
Character:
Name: Gresforn Cromrakk (Formerly Ithric)
Age: 130 (Would be in his late 20s in human years)
Race: Arakan
Country of Birth: Arakan Expanse
Country of Origin: Arakan Expanse
Appearance:
The armor consists iron shoulder pads, cuirass and gauntlets over leather. It is quite light and allows maximum movement. The armor is covered with scars from the many battles he has fought.

He is an imposing figure, standing 6'5 and weighing 240 pounds. Despite his size, he moves quickly. The body beneath the armor is chiseled from years of labor, exercising and fighting.

He wields two identical swords.


Bio:
Gresforn was the second born son of Beson Ithric, who is currently the leader of the Arakan clans, though Gresforn was born before his father was the Arakan leader, back then his father was just an advisor to the leader. His childhood was like any other Arakan, lots of fighting, training and exercises. Him and his father were at odds in his youth, they clashed over ideas, his father always favored Gresforn’s older brother whom was the better speaker, negotiator and scholar. Gresforn was just the better warrior.

Almost right after Gresforn reached adulthood, his clan was thrust into the limelight, the current leader of the clan’s passed away, just before his death he named Beson as his chosen heir to take control of the clans, Beson was the leader’s closest friend and most trusted advisor. Once he died, Beson assumed control. Gresforn always thought his father would be a good leader, even if he wasn’t the best father.
Almost a decade later into Beson’s rule, a significant event happen in Gresforn’s life, he was charged with two murders. The two people he was accused of killing were the head of the Kacar clan and his second wife. The even happened at a party which Beson had sent Gresforn to attend in his place. The morning after the party, the Kacar leader and his wife were found in pools of blood with cuts across their throats. Gresforn was the primary suspect as his own dagger was near him when he awoke, the dagger also had blood on it. He denied committing the killings as he claimed he had no reason to kill them and that he did not remember actually killing them.

His clan had a rough relationship before the murders anyway; they constantly clashed over ideals for the Arakans. If it weren’t for Beson’s apology and speech, then the Kacar would have likely declared war and thousands would have died. Gresforn was put under full investigation then given a trial in front of the elders. He was found guilty and therefore, exiled from the Arakan Expanse. His clan name was taken from him, his names stripped from the record books, his family removed him as a member. His born surname was removed, his new surname is the word "clanless" in Arakan. He had reached the lowest of lows in the Arakan social circle, an exiled criminal.
He was exiled the day after the trial, given a change of simple clothing along with a dagger and a canteen of water, this is what is customarily given to exiles right before they leave. He immediately left, crossing the desert and then passed through the mountains, entering Lamea. He has spent the last thirty years as a soldier for hire, floating from place to place.

Personality: Gresforn is a warrior through and through. He does not speak much, rather preferring his actions to speak for him. He will only engage in regular conversation with those he deems worthy, those that earned his respect (fellow warriors, trusted allies, those that rank higher in command, etc). Other people he just tends to ignore.

Combat Skills:
- Great swordsman, especially with his twin swords.
- Solid hand to hand combatant knows how to take down an opponent.
- Great reflexes.
- Will occasionally enter berserker mode in which he will go into a bloodlust state, ignoring his own pain in favor of inflicting more pain on his enemies.

Adventuring & Survival Skills:
- A skilled fisherman and hunter.
- Used to living in tough conditions, he knows how to survive in the harshest of environments.
- Knows how to clean and bandage up wounds.

Other Skills:
- Solid tactician and battle planner.

Reason for traveling: Exiled from his homeland, he seeks a relic to bring back to his people to return home.
Other: Also carries a canteen of fresh water on him.
Agree with the others, the characters meeting each other for the first time would be interesting to see.
Will have my character sheet up after I get home from work later.
I don't think it's such a terrible idea.

I'm pretty sure they'll incorporate some of the better elements from the EU into the new trilogy such as Han and Leia's kids, Thrawn and Luke being a Jedi master.
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