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1) Worldbuilder/storyteller
2) Empath
3) Hebrew
4) INFP
5) Walmart inventory associate
6) RP Veteran
7) Actual Military Veteran
8) Thread-killer

Things you should keep in mind about my RP...

1) If you need me to post, PM me. My memory is awful.
2) No matter how much I may love the source material, I will not join an RP if the Interest Check, IC, or OOC has too many posts. I am not reading all of that. If you want me to join, PM me a summary.
3) I won't even read source material in the Interest Check or OOC sections if the IP is, like, super convoluted, long, or snobbishly formatted. Keep that shit IC. Give me clear and concise posts or I'm gone. I dont have all day to sort through your five different fonts and your 17 paragraphs of setup.

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awww! :( can D'ren kill her character?
"Are you serious, Daren?"

"What?" D'ren muttered, half conscious.

"Get up!" barked the invisible female fallen angel that haunted him.

As D'ren's head listessly fell to the side to look in the direction he thought her voice was coming from, he saw her standing where the silver-haired woman was standing. His eyes fluttered open and close before he caught sight of Raven doing something nearby. D'ren's eyes snapped open and his hand quickly gripped the man's wrist.

"I need some clothes," said the naked man, who was only partially covered by swamp mud.
its Bogies. :P boogies are in your nose.

ok i will edit that part, but D'ren wont take a gun yet. hes in a up-close-and-personal mood XD

somehow i missed the part where portal gave him her gun. didnt even see it. weird. anyway, i just changed it so he took her blade. he will give it back later. im gonna edit it also so that he recovers the knife from the dead Skit

EDIT: I will be away for most of the day. so i wont be able to post for awhile. maybe not till tomorrow.
been busy, will edit and add more tomorrow or later

Name - Elijah Allan McConnell
Nickname(s): Eli, Allan, Al, Mac, Conn
Alias/codename: Morning Star

Age - 33

Species - Human (probably...mostly...)

Role - Captain of the Hellion (if it's available)

Gender - Male

Appearance -


Personality - Known to bend the rules, Elijah Allan McConnell has been called a maverick captain, though he certainly wouldn't call himself that. McConnell is very level-headed and usually makes measured, rational decisions, tactically as well as personally. He is witty and sarcastic, even on the bridge, but never lets his sense of humour or personal issues get in the way of doing the job, at least not often. He is human after all. He is highly intelligent, intuitive, and analytical. He also prefers the company of a couple of friends over his entire crew, earning him a reputation as an introverted loner. However, he loves his crew, and spends as much time with them as possible...just not all at once. Captain McConnell is also perceptive, straight-forward, and often self-deprecating. He is quick to take the blame for something, even when it's not his fault at all, and if he can reasonably cover for one of his soldiers' mistakes or lacks in judgment, he will. As long as it doesn't harm anyone.

History - His military records show that Elijah McConnell was an average kid up until puberty, where he not only grew physically, but also mentally. His high intelligence and natural intuition made him a perfect candidate for officer school in the Coalition. However, soon after he graduated the training academy, he went missing for a couple of months. When he returned, he would not speak of what had happened, and the Coalition military ordered him not to speak of it, essentially classifying and sweeping away any independent investigation. Elijah McConnell quickly rose through the ranks until he became the Tactical Executive Officer on the Rainstorm, under his cousin, Captain Brinehard. The Rainstorm was destroyed and his captain was killed in a battle with the Throgg, making Commander McConnell the acting-captain. Upon his return, he was formerly promoted to Captain and given the command of his first ship, the Hellion. He has one younger brother named Simon. Their parents are dead.

Equipment - Dual plasma pulse pistols (proficiency above average); plasma pulse SMG (proficiency above average); Hardlight blade (proficiency expert); stun grenades (proficiency average).

Ship - I am assuming he can captain the Hellion if it is available. If not, he would like a similar ship called Tears of Silence. His crew would be no more than a couple hundred, no less than a dozen, mostly rookies since he's a relatively new captain. If possible, the ship has an AI (hologram and android) called Kimmy.

Activity - In a perfect world, I can post every day, but as I have just discovered this week, I am in like 20 RPs, so I'm gonna say once a week to be safe. But most likely every other day or every two days.

Extras - If anyone wants to play his crew in addition to the current main characters you are currently playing, that would be cool. If you want ideas, I would like someone similar to Percy on StarHunter as tech or helm, Jadzia Dax as science or security, someone with a bad bedside manner as the medical officer, and an Alan Rickman type as an XO.

OH! And I would like a hologram named Kimmy. :)
read my post first and you may not have to
sorry i couldnt find the rule on the character tab, and on this site it seems to be half-and-half between approval first, and approval after.

yeah they all know each other, but i will be RPing them separately. if/when Heston dies, Space Lord will replace him.
Portal had to teleport into the cell to retrieve D'ren. As soon as she reached down to grab his shoulder, The Infamous sneered and reached up, taking hers, gripping her bicep tightly in an attempt to cause her pain, and also bypass the collar that restrained his ability. The latter didn't work, despite his strain. She teleported him out of the cell and D'ren tried to throw her at the bars while breaking for the exit, but stopped when he saw Dream-scape in her cell. He just stared at her, as if remembering something.

" Don't remind me. It was not my call. " Portal said as she walked back to the group but then she stopped mid-way and looked back at the villain and said " Call me "hot-stuff" one more time and you'll wish you were dead. "

Broken from his trance, D'ren glanced back at Portal and nodded with a mischievous grin.

Portal looked at everyone and rose her voice over the alarm.
" Ok. I don't care who you are or were before the war and I don't care if you hate each other. Right now, there are two options for each and everyone of you. Follow me, escape and then pay back these uninvited guests we have on our planet... or escape on your own. " she let the words hang a little in the air for effect and then continued speaking " But. Let me tell you that you won't make it far. We've got bogies coming in hot and without your powers, your nothing against an army. Now. Let's move out. Those that want to take your chances, be my guests. Everyone else, follow me. "

D'ren turned to Portal, and then Elis. "Get this bloody thing off me," he scowled, pointing at the collar restraining his power.

They ignored The Infamous and he groaned but turned to see Portal teleporting Dream-scape from her cell. D'ren was already moving toward his arch-rival before Portal had even ordered someone to pick her up.

"She'll live," he grumbled before grabbing Dream-scape by her collar and hauling her to her feet. "Let's go, bint. Looks like I finally got ya, eh?"

As everyone ran, D'ren basically dragged Dream-scape through the corridors, causing her to listlessly stumble a lot. When they got to the exit, D'ren stopped in his tracks, staring through the hole in the wall at the chaos and death. He nodded slowly with a smirk.

"This is what I'm talkin' about," he said, and as a Portal offered him his sidearm, D'ren removed the young woman's combat knife from the sheath on her thigh and grinned at her as she spoke of betrayal. "Sod off."

D'ren followed the others outside and threw Dream-scape down into the dirt so he could turn and plunge his confiscated knife deep into the neck of a charging Skit. "Yeah!" he snarled with as much viciousness as he could possibly muster into one syllable. "Ye like that?"

The creature squealed in agony as The Infamous Irishman twisted the combat knife's blade back and forth in the guard's neck, releasing a couple gallons of goo onto his hands and arms. After that, D'ren saw a shack a few meters out of the way. He knew that was where the aliens had placed the heroes' and villains' outfits. Their weapons had been kept somewhere else, or destroyed...

He glanced back to Dream-scape. "I'll be right back. Don't die on me. If anyone's gonna end ya, it'll be me."

D'ren ran off to the shack, killing another Skit. But this time, he had to dodge a couple energy blasts from an alien sidearm. One of the blasts scraped his left arm. Grimacing in moderate pain, D'ren lunged at the Skit, driving the blade into the Skit's eye, all the way to the hilt.

Once inside, D'ren rummaged around for something for a minute before exiting. When he did, he was very upset. Apparently the Skits had moved his leather duster to another shack after he was stripped of it in processing. He glanced around, wondering where it could be. There was no way he was going to leave that in there.

Noticing another enemy, he hurled his knife at a Skit that was looking back and forth between D'ren and Dream-scape. He may or may not have been thinking about her safety... The knife flew end over end and stuck into the creature's side. It shrieked in agony and removed the blade with one of it's many claws. By the time it looked up, D'ren was running at it, ready to leap and land on its wounded body.

But a nearby soldier shot the Skit in the head with a rifle. D'ren came to a skidding halt by the Skit's body, and then punched the soldier in the head and took his rifle. "Idiot." He also bent down to recover the combat dagger he threw at the now-dead Skit.

D'ren then went back to Dream-scape. "Let's bugger off," he said, picking her up by her arm. He turned and nodded with a scowl at Portal and her soldiers and heroes, "They don't need us...though admittedly, probably for different reasons."

Dragging her away from the group, The Infamous headed for an exit he thought was unguarded. It wasn't.

@FantasyKitten @Timemaster
not gonna be me... XD

1) Boogies? XD

2) you didnt teleport D'ren out. i had him sit down at the back of the cell to try to goad her into coming inside the cell with him :P

EDIT: with your permission im gonna write that part in my post, but it wont change whats going on with Portal in your post @Timemaster
im here. didnt know this was up.

not sure how long it will take to make a character but dont feel like you have to wait on me. i always play antisocial lonewolfs anyway.
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