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So, a bit about me then:
First and foremost, I love to try and create imaginative and creative scenarios, that (I hope) push the very limits of reason and conventional thought. When I RP (mostly in NRPs) I aim to play powerful and big, things that are on the very edge of OP (I usually give my faction a ridiculous disadvantage though, to keep it fair). In other RPs, I tend towards Science Fiction and Modern Fantasy, playing side characters with some interesting quirks to them. I am also keen on trying some Arena RPing, when I get better at writing.
Other things about me are that I work as a Mental Health Nurse (who would've guessed), and enjoy gaming and drawing as well. I also play trumpet on the side. I have a rough schedule, so I disappear for a couple of days sometimes. But never assume I am dropping out, I will tell you if I am thinking of it (unless it's really serious).
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I hope this works out for the best for you. You're a great RPer, and it's a shame you have to go so soon. But all for the best, I hope you enjoy this break. Farewell, Sov :3
Drinking, parties, spy school. The same ^^
Crazy bitch is crazy XD
Without speaking, Aleeis inspected the man as he knelt, and watched as he tried to work his holo band. Without blinking, she noted the attire of her rescuer, but had difficulty discerning what exactly he was. Could be a merc, slaver... Though he didn't seem to be so, for he was at least morally sound enough to help those in need. Compared to her own attire, he dressed more for functionality than comfort or style, and his garbs lacked the finer detail her own clothes presented. Her soft features and slimming, smallish frame denoted her elven heritage, but Sebastian was most compelled by her eyes, which seemed too cold and calculating for someone like her. Combined with her fairer than normal skin and lack of coloration on any of her features, she appeared almost sickly.
Eventually, he gave up trying to work his projector, and she spoke softly, in that same, calculating tone: "People are too reliant on their trinkets anyway. It makes them slow and stupid. You'd probably be better off without it on this island." Eventually, he got up, making a comment about how it would be wise to follow him. As he walked off, she simply stared after him, before following suite and walking after him, following step just behind him. As they made their way towards this so called camp, she couldn't help but think about their current situation. This continued for the entirety of the stroll, as she wondered in silence.
Arriving at the camp, they were both quick to realize that this wasn't what they had anticipated. The prisoners numbered in the many, and seemed to be keeping others captive. Whatever was going on here, wasn't right. As he explained his plan to take them out, she nodded in silent agreement, and they split off to do their best. It was risky, but it seemed to be their only option, lest they were captured later. With unnatural silence, she crept throughout the camp, and swept a guard of his feet with a low spin kick, before dropping her booted foot on his head and knocking him out. Aleeis preferred to kill only when nessecary. As she continued to take out another two guards none lethally, she met up with Sebastian, and caught his pistol. Fully loaded, and ready for action.
Moving away from him, she was suddenly alarmed to hear gunshots ring out, and the guards approach them. While spotting her comrade, they failed to notice her as she hid behind a makeshift tent, and watched as the guards pinned him to the ground right next to her. And without thinking, she lunged, and grabbed the back of one of Sebastian's captor's heads, whirling out of cover. "Oh no..." was all she mouthed before it happened. Standing there dumbstruck for a split second, blood erupted with sudden force and severity from his ears, mouth, nose and eyes, as he let out a guttural shriek and twitched violently, before falling to the ground, dead. His female friends had watched it happened, and both moved off Sebastian, horrified at the sudden and brutal death of one of their friends. And a split second later, one of them cried out at the top of her lungs: "WITCH!!"
It wasn't long before Aleeis lost control, and suddenly, she was bleeding from her mouth and nose, growling and shaking furiously like a rabid animal. She jumped forward, and grabbed the others neck, ripping out her throat in a shower of blood that drenched the elven girl, only fueling Aleeis' enraged state. The remaining nearby guard shambled back, firing loudly and yelling for back up, before the butt of Aleeis' pistol was smashed into the unfortunate woman's face with an unearthly amount of strength, the blunt trauma fracturing her skull and killing her instantly. This was only starting, as Aleeis ran for the guards that remained, howling and raving madly. Her fury wasn't slowed, even when a shot ripped through her arm, knocking her back and making her dash to the side for cover, disappearing from sight. Now, no one was safe.
Eventually, he gave up trying to work his projector, and she spoke softly, in that same, calculating tone: "People are too reliant on their trinkets anyway. It makes them slow and stupid. You'd probably be better off without it on this island." Eventually, he got up, making a comment about how it would be wise to follow him. As he walked off, she simply stared after him, before following suite and walking after him, following step just behind him. As they made their way towards this so called camp, she couldn't help but think about their current situation. This continued for the entirety of the stroll, as she wondered in silence.
Arriving at the camp, they were both quick to realize that this wasn't what they had anticipated. The prisoners numbered in the many, and seemed to be keeping others captive. Whatever was going on here, wasn't right. As he explained his plan to take them out, she nodded in silent agreement, and they split off to do their best. It was risky, but it seemed to be their only option, lest they were captured later. With unnatural silence, she crept throughout the camp, and swept a guard of his feet with a low spin kick, before dropping her booted foot on his head and knocking him out. Aleeis preferred to kill only when nessecary. As she continued to take out another two guards none lethally, she met up with Sebastian, and caught his pistol. Fully loaded, and ready for action.
Moving away from him, she was suddenly alarmed to hear gunshots ring out, and the guards approach them. While spotting her comrade, they failed to notice her as she hid behind a makeshift tent, and watched as the guards pinned him to the ground right next to her. And without thinking, she lunged, and grabbed the back of one of Sebastian's captor's heads, whirling out of cover. "Oh no..." was all she mouthed before it happened. Standing there dumbstruck for a split second, blood erupted with sudden force and severity from his ears, mouth, nose and eyes, as he let out a guttural shriek and twitched violently, before falling to the ground, dead. His female friends had watched it happened, and both moved off Sebastian, horrified at the sudden and brutal death of one of their friends. And a split second later, one of them cried out at the top of her lungs: "WITCH!!"
It wasn't long before Aleeis lost control, and suddenly, she was bleeding from her mouth and nose, growling and shaking furiously like a rabid animal. She jumped forward, and grabbed the others neck, ripping out her throat in a shower of blood that drenched the elven girl, only fueling Aleeis' enraged state. The remaining nearby guard shambled back, firing loudly and yelling for back up, before the butt of Aleeis' pistol was smashed into the unfortunate woman's face with an unearthly amount of strength, the blunt trauma fracturing her skull and killing her instantly. This was only starting, as Aleeis ran for the guards that remained, howling and raving madly. Her fury wasn't slowed, even when a shot ripped through her arm, knocking her back and making her dash to the side for cover, disappearing from sight. Now, no one was safe.
Haha, all goods. Still haven't made my second CS, but I have something in mind :P
Cold, hard steel was all Aleeis had felt for a long time. She was treated like a rabid animal for the past three years, though one they couldn't outright kill. Such an action would be unwise, during one of the bloodiest disputes the world of Arcadia had ever seen. In this day and age, inspiration and the winning move could come from anyone, at any place, at any time. And Aleeis, as impossible to believe from her frail appearance, certainly was an oddity, to those who wanted to dig deep enough into her history.
The two guards to her cell shuffled uneasily, as they hadn't been given the go ahead to change shifts in a long while. One was tall and had a cruel face that had most likely seen and enjoyed many horrible acts, while the other was slightly shorter and a lot stupider. Both wore the uniforms of prison guards, and conversed amongst themselves, paying the captive no mind at all.
"So, why are we guarding this one and locking 'er in solitary? She seems quiet enough, if a li'l crazy. I mean, if she's so bad of a criminal, why not just kill 'er? Let 'er hang, I say. Then, we could get some food..."
The tall guard humphed in slight amusement, and leaned down to his friend, "You idiot, they need her. Though I don't know why. All I know is two things: One, she's murdered quite a few people in her time. One of them a high ranking Councillor. The other thing, don't, under any circumstances, let her touch you. At all. Probably, they'll do their experiments, and the people will have their corpse... Now, keep an eye on her, I'm going to find out where our replacements are. I need some food." With that, he left the other guard to try (and fail) to ponder the weight of his words.
It was a little while after this exchange that the first explosion rocked through the ship, engines screaming and metal groaning from the impact. The guard panicked, first running a few steps one way, then the other, before turning to the girl and angrily yelling at her. "You did this, didn't you!?"
Aleeis spoke up softly, not moving her gaze from the ground. "How could I? I'm in a cage, remember?"
"True..."
Suddenly, she got up, and walked to the cage door, inspiration striking her. "You know, he was lying, right? Want to know why I'm here?"
The guard, curious, responded suspiciously. "Why?"
"I stole a vast amount of gold and jewels, and I was caught. They were going to question me, and try to find it. So I'll tell you what: Help me escape, and we can look for it together. Split it fifty fifty. What do you say?"
"I dunno, how do I know YOU aren't lying?"
Aleeis casually responded, as another boom could be heard, intermingled with screams and cries from the lower decks. "Well, I can bet you that we're being attacked by pirates right now. Why else would they attack a prison ship, if not to find me? Probably the ones who helped me steal the loot, you know."
The guard paused, and thought as best as he could. "That DOES make sense, I guess. Ok, I'll let you out." With that, the cage door was unlocked, and her bindings loosened. The guard walked ahead of her, and yelled out for his friend. "Hey, Mac, where are you? I worked it out, apparently the girl is-OOOOF!" With a loud thunk, the guard stood stunned for a moment, before he dropped to the ground unconscious. Aleeis standing over him with an iron pipe. "Heh, idiot...:" Without hesitation, she grabbed his pistol, and started to run through the decks, chaos everywhere as the ship was repeatedly hit with weapons fire. Crew tried to put out fires, and a very large and burly prisoner was beating a guard to death with a large shovel. The young girl ignored the cries of the dying, unsympathetic to their pain. Aleeis had her own problems.
Aleeis made it to the top decks, and could see the enemy ship, firing torpedoes and drawing closer. The whole top deck was alive with movement, and a guard spun around and brought his rifle to bear on Aleeis. She casually fired off a round at him, hitting him in the chest, and jumped of the side of the ship as others opened fire on her, far too many to take on in a fight. Though Aleeis had never actually trained to properly swim, she flailed as best as she could the very moment she hit the water, and swam away from the sinking wreck. After what seemed like hours, she lost all her strength, immediately regretting this decision, as an island loomed closer, and her vision faded to black.
When Aleeis came too, a horrid and ugly excuse of a man was on top of her, an unpleasant sight to wake up to. He was trying to take her clothes off, and had a foul and sinister grin on his face. Without evening questioning how she was still alive, she began to put up a fight, though weakened from her previous ordeal. It was while she decided to just let him have his way with her, that he suddenly flew off to the side, and was out cold. Another man was standing to her side, the one who had rescued Aleeis, and offering assistance. He went by the name of Sebastian, and held out his hand to help her up. Without taking it, she stood up by herself, dusted herself off and put on a cold demeanor towards him. "Thank you, for helping me. I guess you were a prisoner as well?"
The two guards to her cell shuffled uneasily, as they hadn't been given the go ahead to change shifts in a long while. One was tall and had a cruel face that had most likely seen and enjoyed many horrible acts, while the other was slightly shorter and a lot stupider. Both wore the uniforms of prison guards, and conversed amongst themselves, paying the captive no mind at all.
"So, why are we guarding this one and locking 'er in solitary? She seems quiet enough, if a li'l crazy. I mean, if she's so bad of a criminal, why not just kill 'er? Let 'er hang, I say. Then, we could get some food..."
The tall guard humphed in slight amusement, and leaned down to his friend, "You idiot, they need her. Though I don't know why. All I know is two things: One, she's murdered quite a few people in her time. One of them a high ranking Councillor. The other thing, don't, under any circumstances, let her touch you. At all. Probably, they'll do their experiments, and the people will have their corpse... Now, keep an eye on her, I'm going to find out where our replacements are. I need some food." With that, he left the other guard to try (and fail) to ponder the weight of his words.
It was a little while after this exchange that the first explosion rocked through the ship, engines screaming and metal groaning from the impact. The guard panicked, first running a few steps one way, then the other, before turning to the girl and angrily yelling at her. "You did this, didn't you!?"
Aleeis spoke up softly, not moving her gaze from the ground. "How could I? I'm in a cage, remember?"
"True..."
Suddenly, she got up, and walked to the cage door, inspiration striking her. "You know, he was lying, right? Want to know why I'm here?"
The guard, curious, responded suspiciously. "Why?"
"I stole a vast amount of gold and jewels, and I was caught. They were going to question me, and try to find it. So I'll tell you what: Help me escape, and we can look for it together. Split it fifty fifty. What do you say?"
"I dunno, how do I know YOU aren't lying?"
Aleeis casually responded, as another boom could be heard, intermingled with screams and cries from the lower decks. "Well, I can bet you that we're being attacked by pirates right now. Why else would they attack a prison ship, if not to find me? Probably the ones who helped me steal the loot, you know."
The guard paused, and thought as best as he could. "That DOES make sense, I guess. Ok, I'll let you out." With that, the cage door was unlocked, and her bindings loosened. The guard walked ahead of her, and yelled out for his friend. "Hey, Mac, where are you? I worked it out, apparently the girl is-OOOOF!" With a loud thunk, the guard stood stunned for a moment, before he dropped to the ground unconscious. Aleeis standing over him with an iron pipe. "Heh, idiot...:" Without hesitation, she grabbed his pistol, and started to run through the decks, chaos everywhere as the ship was repeatedly hit with weapons fire. Crew tried to put out fires, and a very large and burly prisoner was beating a guard to death with a large shovel. The young girl ignored the cries of the dying, unsympathetic to their pain. Aleeis had her own problems.
Aleeis made it to the top decks, and could see the enemy ship, firing torpedoes and drawing closer. The whole top deck was alive with movement, and a guard spun around and brought his rifle to bear on Aleeis. She casually fired off a round at him, hitting him in the chest, and jumped of the side of the ship as others opened fire on her, far too many to take on in a fight. Though Aleeis had never actually trained to properly swim, she flailed as best as she could the very moment she hit the water, and swam away from the sinking wreck. After what seemed like hours, she lost all her strength, immediately regretting this decision, as an island loomed closer, and her vision faded to black.
When Aleeis came too, a horrid and ugly excuse of a man was on top of her, an unpleasant sight to wake up to. He was trying to take her clothes off, and had a foul and sinister grin on his face. Without evening questioning how she was still alive, she began to put up a fight, though weakened from her previous ordeal. It was while she decided to just let him have his way with her, that he suddenly flew off to the side, and was out cold. Another man was standing to her side, the one who had rescued Aleeis, and offering assistance. He went by the name of Sebastian, and held out his hand to help her up. Without taking it, she stood up by herself, dusted herself off and put on a cold demeanor towards him. "Thank you, for helping me. I guess you were a prisoner as well?"
Okies, awesome. I shall get a post up now.
I'm in, but Sov's right. It has slowed down a lot :L
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Come on, dammit. Reload faster, they're getting closer... There wasn't much room for Kradis to maneuver, as the enemy started to close in and limit his fire options. Hopefully, these guys would cover his ass if these bandits started to prioritize him. "Javelin's loaded" was the only response the pilot got, as his L/OS notified him that he'd been given permission to rain down more hellfire. With that, two more training Javelins were launched, soaring and dancing around each other high into the air. They dipped down and spiraled more, as they impacted harmlessly with two more trucks, billows of dummy smoke rising and knocking those targets out of the fight.
While the last two missiles were loaded, the jackal flung several more mortars down range, and actually managed to take down the damaged GEAR he'd missed earlier, along with some more militia soldiers. The hostile machine stopped firing, and entered into a standby crouch to simulate destruction, to help indicate it was no longer a target. Kradis was satisfied with the progress of the mission so far, and mildly surprised that there were no friendly casualties yet. These younger soldiers were actually holding there own, and had so far, exceeded his expectations. The recon team, especially, was calculated and vicious, giving the enemy further away hell, he imagined.
While the last two missiles were loaded, the jackal flung several more mortars down range, and actually managed to take down the damaged GEAR he'd missed earlier, along with some more militia soldiers. The hostile machine stopped firing, and entered into a standby crouch to simulate destruction, to help indicate it was no longer a target. Kradis was satisfied with the progress of the mission so far, and mildly surprised that there were no friendly casualties yet. These younger soldiers were actually holding there own, and had so far, exceeded his expectations. The recon team, especially, was calculated and vicious, giving the enemy further away hell, he imagined.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
I avoid PvP like the plague. I make my money by exploring and hacking relic/data sites in low/null sec. Or salvaging elite wrecks after big firefights.
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