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Star Wars: Eclipse [Casual Advanced]

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I'll get a post up tomorrow once I figure out the general position of everything.

Star Wars: Eclipse [Casual Advanced]

Andros Quintillus

The Man Himself

Physical Description: As seen in the picture, Andros is a young man who doesn't wear obvious signs of weapons or armor, keeping himself look as unassuming and average as possible. He is slightly tanned and his build is strong thanks to years of labor early in his life.

Name: Andros Quintillus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Faction: None (Unsure if the Bounty Hunter's Guild existed at this time)

Weapons: Cycler Rifle, Blaster Pistol, Flamethrower, Vibroblade with Cotorsis Weave, Flamethrower, thermal detonators.
Equipment: Cycler Rifle ammunition

Clothing: Armor plated survival suit with waste recycler, civilian clothing.
Personal Ship: a Corellian YT-1300f Light Freighter with no distinctive markings. He likes to use unseeming ships so no one is warned if he approaches a planet.

Power/Abilities:

Andros is a pragmatist in battle, able to use a variety of weapons and techniques - both honorable and otherwise - in order to get his mark.
Master of Disguise - not in the sense that he can make people believe he is a certain person, but he is capable of easily blending into a crowd. He does not announce his presence and he takes care not to have special/trademark signs like a personalized ship or weapon.

Combat:

Andros is a capable swordsman and an exceedingly good sniper. He prefers to kill his targets before they can actually start a fight. While he can do well in a stand up fight, if he can avoid it he will.

Most likely, he will seek to act as a sniper in combat and kill enemies before they learn of his presence or find him.

Personality: Andros is a pragmatic man who has no greater cause. He doesn't care about jedi, sith, the fate of the galaxy or anything of that scale - he cared about his next paycheck and keeping himself fed.

He doesn't create any sort of like and hate or personal preference, finding such things as potentially compromising and problematic with the pragmatism of a bounty hunter. He doesn't have anyone he considers an enemy either, worried that the connotation might cloud his judgement. He takes everything from a professional point of view.

Despite his uncaring approach, however, he will occasionally let slip some form of excitement or wonder at seeing new planets, cities, environments and ships. This is due to his upbringing and the fact that he only left his home planet for the first time three years ago. He will try to reign it in immediately upon noticing, however.

Religion: Andros believes in no religion nor higher cause, although he does follow the Bounty Hunter's Code.

History:

Born to a small family on Tatooine, Andros lived a modest but sustainable lifestyle as a farm boy on a moisture farm. It did him good, teaching him concepts of honesty and pride - something which he had to work hard to find considering his lifestyle and family. Living on a farm beat into him the fruits and rewards of hard work and that hard work is rewarded.

However, after a few years of bad harvests and the increase in the severity of hutt protection money payments, Andros realized his family's farm was no longer sustainable. As they debated what to do, a wanted bandit burst into their home and began demanding money. As the family complied in terror, Andros grabbed a blaster pistol the family had in case of tusken raiders and blasted the bandit. He found to his surprise that there was a wanted poster for him and claimed his bounty for enough credits to keep feed his family for two months. And with that, he realized what he could do to keep the family fed. Mugging a Tusken Raider for a rifle and ammunition, he worked his way off of the planet and began his life as a bounty hunter, leaving Tatooine for the first time when he was 20 and living as a bounty hunter ever since.

Family: None that he's willing to talk about. He has a family back on Tatooine.

Star Wars: Eclipse [Casual Advanced]

Noticed a bit of a lack of Bounty Hunters, so I went and drew one up. Hope you guys like it~

Andros Quintillus

The Man Himself

Physical Description: As seen in the picture, Andros is a young man who doesn't wear obvious signs of weapons or armor, keeping himself look as unassuming and average as possible. He is slightly tanned and his build is strong thanks to years of labor early in his life.

Name: Andros Quintillus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Faction: None (Unsure if the Bounty Hunter's Guild existed at this time)

Weapons: Cycler Rifle, Blaster Pistol, Flamethrower, Vibroblade with Cotorsis Weave, Flamethrower, thermal detonators.
Equipment: Cycler Rifle ammunition

Clothing: Armor plated survival suit with waste recycler, civilian clothing.
Personal Ship: a Corellian YT-1300f Light Freighter with no distinctive markings. He likes to use unseeming ships so no one is warned if he approaches a planet.

Power/Abilities:

Andros is a pragmatist in battle, able to use a variety of weapons and techniques - both honorable and otherwise - in order to get his mark.
Master of Disguise - not in the sense that he can make people believe he is a certain person, but he is capable of easily blending into a crowd. He does not announce his presence and he takes care not to have special/trademark signs like a personalized ship or weapon.

Combat:

Andros is a capable swordsman and an exceedingly good sniper. He prefers to kill his targets before they can actually start a fight. While he can do well in a stand up fight, if he can avoid it he will.

Most likely, he will seek to act as a sniper in combat and kill enemies before they learn of his presence or find him.

Personality: Andros is a pragmatic man who has no greater cause. He doesn't care about jedi, sith, the fate of the galaxy or anything of that scale - he cared about his next paycheck and keeping himself fed.

He doesn't create any sort of like and hate or personal preference, finding such things as potentially compromising and problematic with the pragmatism of a bounty hunter. He doesn't have anyone he considers an enemy either, worried that the connotation might cloud his judgement. He takes everything from a professional point of view.

Despite his uncaring approach, however, he will occasionally let slip some form of excitement or wonder at seeing new planets, cities, environments and ships. This is due to his upbringing and the fact that he only left his home planet for the first time three years ago. He will try to reign it in immediately upon noticing, however.

Religion: Andros believes in no religion nor higher cause, although he does follow the Bounty Hunter's Code.

History:

Born to a small family on Tatooine, Andros lived a modest but sustainable lifestyle as a farm boy on a moisture farm. It did him good, teaching him concepts of honesty and pride - something which he had to work hard to find considering his lifestyle and family. Living on a farm beat into him the fruits and rewards of hard work and that hard work is rewarded.

However, after a few years of bad harvests and the increase in the severity of hutt protection money payments, Andros realized his family's farm was no longer sustainable. As they debated what to do, a wanted bandit burst into their home and began demanding money. As the family complied in terror, Andros grabbed a blaster pistol the family had in case of tusken raiders and blasted the bandit. He found to his surprise that there was a wanted poster for him and claimed his bounty for enough credits to keep feed his family for two months. And with that, he realized what he could do to keep the family fed. Mugging a Tusken Raider for a rifle and ammunition, he worked his way off of the planet and began his life as a bounty hunter, leaving Tatooine for the first time when he was 20 and living as a bounty hunter ever since.

Family: None that he's willing to talk about. He has a family back on Tatooine.

Akame Ga Kill - Creeping Shadows

"Why hadn't Xerxes or Night Raid taken her out yet?"

To Halia, that question was simple, if a little naive. It was a question that she, being a pragmatist, knew perfectly the answer to. The ultimate truth of the revolution's powerlessness, the truth of the stalemate.

"The Revolution - and Xerxes - aren't anything about her because we simply can't. We're not ready, and that's the truth of the matter. If we try to take her own head on, then all that awaits us is destruction. She's being ignored in favor of Ogre because there's no way to deal with her, it's as simple as that. What she does is horrible, inhumane, unjustifiable." she said with a scoff,

"She gets away with it because she's powerful and no one can touch her.. That's the blind truth."

Akame Ga Kill - Creeping Shadows

Tonight. I'll definitely post before I sleep.

I'm sorry if I'm slowing the RP down, and feel free to go ahead without me if you need to ;w;

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Isabel, New York City

There... wasn't really much Isabel could really do at this point. She had noticed the... oni? It was an oni, right? a Japanese mythological creature of some sort? If so, why was it here, in the middle of abandoned New York, and why was it after her? Was this really a mage's trap after all? Was she actually asleep, and in real life a shadowrunning team was out to Geek her at this very moment?

Whatever the case, she didn't have much time to think about just what it was that was coming for her. Instead, she reached right into her coat and pulled out her machine pistol, aiming it right at the Oni in hopes that it would stop right there. How had she missed it? Was that a giant gourd? How could she have missed such an obvious sign - had she been too focused on following the boy to realize that she was being followed herself? @Punished Homura

Akame Ga Kill - Creeping Shadows

I'm still here.

College is just kicking my ass lately, sorry ;w;. I'll have a post up tomorrow, approximately.

Akame Ga Kill - Creeping Shadows

Halia felt his rage - and really, what she had said was meant to be a joke, nothing serious - but she did not regret suspecting him. No matter how much one would profess their loyalty, she was a bodyguard. Another's honor was none of her concern nor their professed loyalty - she was a bodyguard; it was her duty to suspect, to treat every potential threat as a potential threat. He could threaten her all he wanted, she wouldn't even consider him a potential threat - but in the apparently very unlikely event that he was to turn on them she would be ready to bring him down just as she would be ready to bring down someone charging at her or someone under her protection with a knife or a sword.

"Settle for? Don't you think you're setting your sights just a bit too high? To rank Esdeath below Ogre, now that's a special kind of insult." she said. "Just be careful; I'm more than willing to bet that you're not the first one to say that."

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

[Isabel, Grand Central Terminal, Gift Shop]

For better or for worse, and for reasons that Isabel herself couldn't tell, she had followed the boy with spaghetti right into the gift shop. It had seemed... remarkably simple and free of electronic advertisements, or even devices on which they would be displayed. None of the usual corps had their advertisements here either, meaning this was a pretty strange place. Especially for a store.

She didn't have her stealth gear on, but she was still taking measures to keep herself hidden - or at least, make herself not obvious. It was from this position that she watched Frisk take the toy train, and her eyes narrowed as he stood still for a second, wondering what was happening. As he picked up the train and left, she followed him out, only stopping any attempt at hiding herself when she saw that the outside was quite different.

"...Hey kid..." she finally spoke as she revealed herself to him, wondering if she was being assaulted by a mage casting illusions on her at the moment and ready to be shot right in the back at any moment, "What did you do? Did you do something?"