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STATUS: Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now. 7 yrs ago
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Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now.
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Oh no. The World Ending library has started to smell of lemon again. Nobody likes dying to the smell of citrus
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Quarian are like. One of the most popular races for games like this. There is always at least one xD
As for Skype. It won't be needed I don't think. It's just Dervish an me being extra social as GM's
As for Skype. It won't be needed I don't think. It's just Dervish an me being extra social as GM's
Drono: hey babe. What you hiding under that vis-*shot*
I'll try and have a post up before Friday!
Oh. Dron don't need to try. It's hard to dodge when someone is using active stealth.
PS. Drono doest shoot people in the back. Just swing in front of you. Ds
PS. Drono doest shoot people in the back. Just swing in front of you. Ds
:D Let's all get along and Drono will try not to shoot you all on principle.
Name: Drono ”Blink” Laken.
Race: Drell
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Class: Infiltrator. Weapons Tech and Gunner
Appearance:
Standing a modest 5'8 tall, drono isn't a large or imposing figure. He posses a strong and althetic build, made for practical strength an agility. His skin is blue, his eyes the typical black of his race. He wears all black usually, with a fitted, sleek infiltrator suit underneath some baggier, black clothing. He generally wear his hood up over his head.
Background:
"The average lifespan of a Drell is around 70 to 85 years if they do not attract Kepler Syndrome. The life expectancy of drono was supposed to be 29 after he sustained a bullet to the back from a former partner. But to kill drono, you better be packing some heavy artillery, becouse drono doesn't take lightly to those that shoot him in the back. In fact, he insist to shoot you in the face before calling it quits."
Drono was born on the Hannar homeworld. He was the adventerous sort, and was never happy staying put. His parents were both the typical, lowkey, perfectly integrated Drell settlers you'd see spread across the galaxy. Not drono though, to him the call of adventure was to great. He had grown fascinated with the stories of other races fighting one another, and even though he understood war was a terrible thing, his fascination for weapons knew no bounds. He was growing increasinly agitated with the dull existence he led on Kahje. To make matters worse, the opportunity to appease his debt to the Hanar never came. His duty to the Compact was never invoked, mainly because the Hanar considered him to impulsive. The Drell as a race are known to be able to integrate and keeping themselves levelheaded. Sadly, this was not the case of Drono. The young Drell got more agitated, and would start to become bothersome for his parents as well as he took out his frustrations by sneaking out every chance he got. He would talk to offworlders, especially those of a more dodgy reputation.
Drono obsession with adventure had him hop onto a merchant barge going out towards the more distant places of Citadell space. And as so many stories like his goes, he found his adventure in ways he had not imagined. After having drifted around, using his skills as a quick talking and his above average skills with a pistol, he came across the Salarian named Yestin Sozu. Yestin was a Salarian smuggler, who found the quick talking Drell both amusing and usefull. The two would strike up a deal, and later became partners in crime for nearly a decade. The two were small time and generally worked as middle hands in weapon smuggling around the Omega system. The two did butt head more then a little, despite being good friends, and where Yetsin was a shrewd, calculating buisnessman. Drono was a flashy, distracting and disarming face outwards for their little two man operation.
Then one day, the two struck gold. They got their hands on a massive amounts of Element Zero. The deal would set them up for pretty much their entire life. OF course, that is when Yestin decided he did not want to share the payoff. As the two was heading to meet up with the people who was going to make them rich, Yestin pulled a gun at Drono and shot him in the back before kicking him out the ship.
Trough a wicked twist of fate, the Drell mercenary and smuggler didn't die. Yestin had made the mistake to shoot Drono just a street across from a local clinic. They somehow managed to save his life, even though the bullet had lodged itself close to the spine. However, there was complications removing it, and the very spinal fluid of Drono was contaminated by the metal shard embedded in his back. And as it turned out, it was a expensive and constant condition to treat . Drono found himself having to take a shot straight into his spine every few months to keep the pain from becoming crippling. Now running out of money quickly, he has decided to try his hand at something else. Bounty Hunting.
Equipment:
Executioner Heavy pistol:
One would question the need of such a high caliber weapon when you are supposed to be the silent type. Well, drono is not your typical infliltrator. The showy, flashy nature of a gun that gives even Krogans pause, is perfect for drono. Typically, he uses his skills as infliltrator to find a different vantage point or flank before he picks of unfortunate targets with the massive handgun before vanishing again.
Duelist Armor
Flashbang Grenade x 2
Frag Grenade x 2
Powers:
-Pistol Marksman
-Tactical Cloak
-Cryo Ammo
-Sticky Grenade
Font Colour:
Light Blue #5CB3FF
Race: Drell
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Class: Infiltrator. Weapons Tech and Gunner
Appearance:
Standing a modest 5'8 tall, drono isn't a large or imposing figure. He posses a strong and althetic build, made for practical strength an agility. His skin is blue, his eyes the typical black of his race. He wears all black usually, with a fitted, sleek infiltrator suit underneath some baggier, black clothing. He generally wear his hood up over his head.
Background:
"The average lifespan of a Drell is around 70 to 85 years if they do not attract Kepler Syndrome. The life expectancy of drono was supposed to be 29 after he sustained a bullet to the back from a former partner. But to kill drono, you better be packing some heavy artillery, becouse drono doesn't take lightly to those that shoot him in the back. In fact, he insist to shoot you in the face before calling it quits."
Drono was born on the Hannar homeworld. He was the adventerous sort, and was never happy staying put. His parents were both the typical, lowkey, perfectly integrated Drell settlers you'd see spread across the galaxy. Not drono though, to him the call of adventure was to great. He had grown fascinated with the stories of other races fighting one another, and even though he understood war was a terrible thing, his fascination for weapons knew no bounds. He was growing increasinly agitated with the dull existence he led on Kahje. To make matters worse, the opportunity to appease his debt to the Hanar never came. His duty to the Compact was never invoked, mainly because the Hanar considered him to impulsive. The Drell as a race are known to be able to integrate and keeping themselves levelheaded. Sadly, this was not the case of Drono. The young Drell got more agitated, and would start to become bothersome for his parents as well as he took out his frustrations by sneaking out every chance he got. He would talk to offworlders, especially those of a more dodgy reputation.
Drono obsession with adventure had him hop onto a merchant barge going out towards the more distant places of Citadell space. And as so many stories like his goes, he found his adventure in ways he had not imagined. After having drifted around, using his skills as a quick talking and his above average skills with a pistol, he came across the Salarian named Yestin Sozu. Yestin was a Salarian smuggler, who found the quick talking Drell both amusing and usefull. The two would strike up a deal, and later became partners in crime for nearly a decade. The two were small time and generally worked as middle hands in weapon smuggling around the Omega system. The two did butt head more then a little, despite being good friends, and where Yetsin was a shrewd, calculating buisnessman. Drono was a flashy, distracting and disarming face outwards for their little two man operation.
Then one day, the two struck gold. They got their hands on a massive amounts of Element Zero. The deal would set them up for pretty much their entire life. OF course, that is when Yestin decided he did not want to share the payoff. As the two was heading to meet up with the people who was going to make them rich, Yestin pulled a gun at Drono and shot him in the back before kicking him out the ship.
Trough a wicked twist of fate, the Drell mercenary and smuggler didn't die. Yestin had made the mistake to shoot Drono just a street across from a local clinic. They somehow managed to save his life, even though the bullet had lodged itself close to the spine. However, there was complications removing it, and the very spinal fluid of Drono was contaminated by the metal shard embedded in his back. And as it turned out, it was a expensive and constant condition to treat . Drono found himself having to take a shot straight into his spine every few months to keep the pain from becoming crippling. Now running out of money quickly, he has decided to try his hand at something else. Bounty Hunting.
Equipment:
Executioner Heavy pistol:
One would question the need of such a high caliber weapon when you are supposed to be the silent type. Well, drono is not your typical infliltrator. The showy, flashy nature of a gun that gives even Krogans pause, is perfect for drono. Typically, he uses his skills as infliltrator to find a different vantage point or flank before he picks of unfortunate targets with the massive handgun before vanishing again.
Duelist Armor
Flashbang Grenade x 2
Frag Grenade x 2
Powers:
-Pistol Marksman
-Tactical Cloak
-Cryo Ammo
-Sticky Grenade
Font Colour:
Light Blue #5CB3FF
IC POST IS UP EVERYONE!
Co-Gm reporting in :D
There were a few things running trough Mr Merlovskis head at that moment. The chief and most pervasive though, was that he deserved this. He deserved this group of misfits who appeared to posses the overall intelligence of a single chimpanzee. He deserved the inevitable backlash his actions would cause. He had written the initial perimeters. His computer had done nothing wrong. No. This was on him and his compulsion to spend money on ”meaningful” pursuits. He sighed.
”If you fail” He began. Only for the head of the Cyborg to slam and dent his incredibly expensive table. His knuckles whitened as they clasped around the edges of his table. He deserved this. He had to keep calm. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. And then he began speaking once more.
”AS I WAS SAY-” The raptor girl turned into a goddamn raptor before their eyes and proceeded to scare the ever living shit out of their resident Frankenstein abomination. Something small and delicate snapped inside his head. He balled his hands into a fist and slammed them down into the table with such a rattling force it made the sour looking fey, Angstbomb, fall backwards as he was busy brooding and leaning in his chair. He slammed his head against the wall and grunted in pain.
”Hey. What the fuck is your pr-” The pretty boy fey was shut up by a stare that would give a charging rhino pause.
”As. I. Was. Saying.” The billionaire spoke, leaning back to standing position and folding his arms. He looked at the stunned onlookers. ”IF you fail, that would be bad. The problem with heroism, is that the bad guys only have to succeed once” He said and slumped back in his chair. He waved off Steves apology as the lumbering mary shelley creation began to apologize.
”Don't worry big guy. Dinos can be real scary. I get it.” He eyes the Raptor. ”Archie. Take over for a second.” As he spoke, a green nad blue hologram showed up next to him.
”Certeinly Sir.” The hologram spoke in a far more neutral tone. ”Lodgings, food, training and of course, hygiene. Is all paid for.” The hologram began. ”In fact. While we have a task waiting for you. Two, in fact. We wish for you to make your way to your room to clean up and get accustomed before moving out.” A holographic 3D map projected above them. ”You will find suits fitted for you in mind in your individual rooms. You do not NEED to put them on. IF you wish to keep your current clothes, that is fine. Just put on the Communicator and the Slight Heroics Badge on your shoulder or belt buckle.”
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Angstbomb had been laying on his back ever since being stared down. He had been off in his own word when Mr Bilionare gone all kinds of angermanagement on them. He crawled up from his spot on the floor finally and spoke. ”Tasks? What Tasks?” He asked, a look of mild bewilderment on his usually sullen face. The Fey was taking in everyone around him for the first time, and he found them all lacking. Where was the brooding, the flair of the dramatic tragedy that defined a true hero?!
”There is a ongoing and radidly changing situation in this city.” The hologram started. ”With the loss of this cities most proflic and powerfull protector, the cities streets are being taken by force by the varius gangs and mobsters who make this city their home. There is the Citizens Watch and a few independant capes fighting back the worse. We will start there, helping the varius CW groups establish some semblence of control.”
Next to the angsty one, Brick snoozed happily in a puddle of his own drool. The alien was sleeping of the buzz of downing nearly a gallon of vodka. However, all the talking, yelling and falling had slowly, slowly awoken him from his alcohol induced coma and he blinked. ”Wuzzat?” The asked in a slur. ”Do we get to punch baddies?”
If arch could sigh in expiration, he would have.
”Yes. You will get to... punch baddies.”
”If you fail” He began. Only for the head of the Cyborg to slam and dent his incredibly expensive table. His knuckles whitened as they clasped around the edges of his table. He deserved this. He had to keep calm. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. And then he began speaking once more.
”AS I WAS SAY-” The raptor girl turned into a goddamn raptor before their eyes and proceeded to scare the ever living shit out of their resident Frankenstein abomination. Something small and delicate snapped inside his head. He balled his hands into a fist and slammed them down into the table with such a rattling force it made the sour looking fey, Angstbomb, fall backwards as he was busy brooding and leaning in his chair. He slammed his head against the wall and grunted in pain.
”Hey. What the fuck is your pr-” The pretty boy fey was shut up by a stare that would give a charging rhino pause.
”As. I. Was. Saying.” The billionaire spoke, leaning back to standing position and folding his arms. He looked at the stunned onlookers. ”IF you fail, that would be bad. The problem with heroism, is that the bad guys only have to succeed once” He said and slumped back in his chair. He waved off Steves apology as the lumbering mary shelley creation began to apologize.
”Don't worry big guy. Dinos can be real scary. I get it.” He eyes the Raptor. ”Archie. Take over for a second.” As he spoke, a green nad blue hologram showed up next to him.
”Certeinly Sir.” The hologram spoke in a far more neutral tone. ”Lodgings, food, training and of course, hygiene. Is all paid for.” The hologram began. ”In fact. While we have a task waiting for you. Two, in fact. We wish for you to make your way to your room to clean up and get accustomed before moving out.” A holographic 3D map projected above them. ”You will find suits fitted for you in mind in your individual rooms. You do not NEED to put them on. IF you wish to keep your current clothes, that is fine. Just put on the Communicator and the Slight Heroics Badge on your shoulder or belt buckle.”
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Angstbomb had been laying on his back ever since being stared down. He had been off in his own word when Mr Bilionare gone all kinds of angermanagement on them. He crawled up from his spot on the floor finally and spoke. ”Tasks? What Tasks?” He asked, a look of mild bewilderment on his usually sullen face. The Fey was taking in everyone around him for the first time, and he found them all lacking. Where was the brooding, the flair of the dramatic tragedy that defined a true hero?!
”There is a ongoing and radidly changing situation in this city.” The hologram started. ”With the loss of this cities most proflic and powerfull protector, the cities streets are being taken by force by the varius gangs and mobsters who make this city their home. There is the Citizens Watch and a few independant capes fighting back the worse. We will start there, helping the varius CW groups establish some semblence of control.”
Next to the angsty one, Brick snoozed happily in a puddle of his own drool. The alien was sleeping of the buzz of downing nearly a gallon of vodka. However, all the talking, yelling and falling had slowly, slowly awoken him from his alcohol induced coma and he blinked. ”Wuzzat?” The asked in a slur. ”Do we get to punch baddies?”
If arch could sigh in expiration, he would have.
”Yes. You will get to... punch baddies.”
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