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Current I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much
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3 yrs ago
Nine years seems a lot longer than it feels.
4 yrs ago
Ninety-nine bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles on the wall
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6 yrs ago
Biting Spider Writing
9 yrs ago
They will look for him from the white tower...but he will not return, from mountains or from sea...
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Name: Kelly O'Connor

Appearance: Kelly is a tall, lithe young woman, looking maybe twenty-five or so, with pale, freckled skin. She has extraordinarily light blonde hair, bordering on white, chopped to just beneath her shoulders, and piercing eyes of that rare golden-hazel tone. Her shoulders are small, surmounting a body as thin as a twig, and about as curvaceous. Her legs are unusually long, which, combined with her godly stamina, makes her into an exceedingly fast runner. Her thin eyebrows are in a state of perpetual up, and she's constantly twitching and tapping her small feet and thin fingers on whatever's available. She usually wears a light dress, coloured white and gold, paired with white leggings and toughened brown leather boots.

Personality: Gottagofastalwaysgofastmustgofast. Kelly is extremely hyperactive and always moving around and twitching, mildly obsessed with moving as quickly as possible. Not surprising, considering she can move at light speed. Just imagine someone who's never had caffeine before chugged an energy drink. She has a quick, nervous laugh, and she's generally just a happy person. She doesn't really have an angry side, for the most part. She thinks of Sai as a sort of brother, and she's always happy to hear from or see him. Other than him, she prefers Fire above any of the other elemental avatars, simply because of how well they synergize.

Powers: (besides the ones we all have):



Human Persona bio: (What do the humans see you as) Kelly is a crofter's daughter, farming and hunting with the best. Her mother died when she was born, and her father, having no idea how to teach a daughter to be feminine, raised her more as a son. When the other girls were learning to cook, she was learning to hunt. When they were learning to entertain guests, she was learning how to feed the animals. This is essentially the current state of affairs for her. Nothing particular remarkable. Occasionally, though, she disappears for long periods of time. Her father trusts her; she's just off on another of her "hunting trips."

Equipment: (Mostly part of your human persona) Kelly carries very little with her, generally. In lieu of Caliburn, Kelly generally carries a long dagger in her boot. While not special in any way, it's simply a very reliable knife made of steel. On occasion, she'll use a huge claymore, made of normal steel. If she's required to fight, though, she has the virtue of being able to blind someone instantaneously. Therefore, if she's alone with her attacker, she can simply blind them, lay down the law, and escape with nobody the wiser.

Temple Description: (Where is it located, what are your monks/nuns like, what are your priests like, doctrine, description of the temple itself, etc.) Kelly's temple is a nondescript and decrepit ancient monastery in the mountains of the Scottish highlands. It's the perfect location for her, because at the point where it is (near the peak of a mountain, past the treeline), she has a near-uninterrupted view of the sun. Her monks and nuns are essentially typical medieval monks and nuns, except they're clothed entirely in white and gold. There's no real doctrine; the only real tenet for her followers is to, in Kelly's own words, "praise the Sun!" The priests carry around a special badge of office: a tattoo of a rising sun on their forehead, imbued with Kelly's power to glow slightly in dim light.

Local tech: (level and specialties of the people near your temple, even if it isn't a separate country) It's essentially medieval. The Highland way of life hasn't changed in a very, very long time. All sources of light are essentially either the sun, or fire.
It cool if I jump in as Light?
Aiden-12 awoke to the sound of his Ghost.

"Aiden! Aiden, I said get up! Seriously, you might want to know about this!"

Grumbling, Aiden shoved the little floating menace away, turning over and planting his face firmly in his pillow. His entire body was sore from his last mission. Grimacing, he muttered, "I hate Cabal..." under his breath a few times before his Ghost nudged him again.

"Aiden, be serious! There's something important happening in the Tower!"

Rolling over to look at his Ghost, Aiden blinked his eyes blearily a few times. "How important?"

Having finally gotten his Guardian's attention, the Ghost spoke rapidly. "One of the Hunters, Andromedai, I think her name was, is heading off on that really, really nice shuttle that's been hanging around the shipyard recently. I overheard her and the captain talking about some sort of mission, and it seems rather interesting. On top of that, she got a message from the Speaker only a few minutes before I got one." Its voice took on an accusatory tone for the next bit of speech as it continued: "You were still asleep. It's taken me nearly an hour to wake you! Seems like it's about the same one, and there's yet another Fallen house that we have to check out. We're supposed to report to the same shuttle that I saw her going to. That important enough for you?"

Aiden blinked a few more times, then sighed. It did seem interesting. Strapping on his armour and grabbing his weapons from the locker nearby (taking special care with his beloved Hard Light), he arrayed them upon his body in a fashion that didn't encumber him overly much before yawning once more and setting out for the shipyard. Upon reaching it, he picked out the large dropship with ease. Not too difficult, after all, with it looking so different from all the others. Slightly readjusting the armour strapped to his chest, he walked up to the cockpit, knocking on it to catch the attention of the captain inside, speaking loudly to be heard through the glass shielding.

"Aiden-12. This is the IPF-D77 shuttle, right? I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to report here."
Name: Aiden-12

Sex: Male

Race: Exo

Main Class: Titan

Subclass: (Pick one) Sunbreaker

Weapons: (pick up to three)

Primary Weapon: Hard Light

Secondary Weapon: Vestian Dynasty

Heavy Weapon: Thunderlord

Armor: (Optional)

Helmet: Commando Type 0

Chestplate: The Armamentarium

Gauntlets: Commando Type 0

Boots: Commando Type 0

Mark: Mark of the Deep Stone Crypt

Appearance: (Picture is fine) When inside of his armour, Aiden-12 is essentially a wall of metal, inscrutable. Outside of his armour he's actually much the same, being the exo that he is. His "skin" is a deep, metallic burgundy, detailed with lines of white. His ocular sensors glow with a pale blue light. He has a tall, burly frame, clearly built for close, front-lines combat. He's very strong, as could be expected, and the pistons and servos present in his arms and legs are extremely durable and powerful. On each side of his head, a sort of antenna-esque structure is present, allowing for greater auditory receptivity. He has large, powerful hands and feet, and quite often, he crushes delicate things with his hands, completely by accident.

Ghost Name: It's a Ghost. It doesn't have a name. Aiden-12, in accordance with this fact, simply referring to him as "Ghost", or "my Ghost".

Personality: Contrary with his somewhat-imposing outwards appearance, Aiden-12 is actually a fairly amiable and jocular person. However, he can be rather stubborn at times when he needs to be. When he's off duty, he can often be found simply lounging around the tower having a good time. He does, however, have one major pitfall in his personality: he has a compulsive adoration of anything that goes boom. This is essentially the main reason he wears the Armamentarium: incendiary grenades for DAYS. He takes advantage of his, as he has dubbed it, "bomb-hammer" as much as possible. Occasionally, Guardians that he's worked with in the field have reported somewhat manic laughter upon hearing him activate his super. He also has a habit of exchanging constant banter with whatever fireteam he may happen to be with during firefights and space flight alike, often running afoul of people for this exact reason.

History: As an exo, Aiden-12 was obviously built for war. Given his name, his memory has been reset several times over the course of his life. His current set of data began just before the Collapse, only perhaps fifty or so minutes before his death. All that he remember from that time are building drenched in fire and oil, collapsing before his eyes as everybody that he'd ever known crumbled away completely. Looking up, one of these enormous Golden-Age structures fell on top of him. Then he was being woken up by his Ghost. In particular, he was working as a guard for the Ishtar Collective on Venus during the Collapse. A simple jumpship presented itself to him and his Ghost, something that the Collective had been working on and had been locked away for a very long time. It was half-finished and experimental. Really, it was nearly broken, but he was being hunted. He somehow managed to get it into space and pilot it to the Cosmodrome, where it crashed in foot-deep water in the Forgotten Shore.

It was by sheer luck that a party of Guardians came upon him there, lying in the ruins of a jumpship that was crushed like a crumpled soda can. They managed to keep him safe from any Fallen incursions until he awoke. His right arm was essentially unusable and had to be painstakingly reconstructed over a great deal of time. Finally, he was called out into the field, having been reforged and prepared for battle in the Light of the Traveler. That puts him where he is now.
Name: Aiden-12

Sex: Male

Race: Exo

Main Class: Titan

Subclass: (Pick one) Sunbreaker

Weapons: (pick up to three)

Primary Weapon: Doctor Nope

Secondary Weapon: Vestian Dynasty

Heavy Weapon: Thunderlord

Armor: (Optional)

Helmet: Commando Type 0

Chestplate: The Armamentarium

Gauntlets: Commando Type 0

Boots: Commando Type 0

Mark: Mark of the Deep Stone Crypt

Appearance: (Picture is fine) When inside of his armour, Aiden-12 is essentially a wall of metal, inscrutable. Outside of his armour he's actually much the same, being the exo that he is. His "skin" is a deep, metallic burgundy, detailed with lines of white. His ocular sensors glow with a pale blue light. He has a tall, burly frame, clearly built for close, front-lines combat. He's very strong, as could be expected, and the pistons and servos present in his arms and legs are extremely durable and powerful. On each side of his head, a sort of antenna-esque structure is present, allowing for greater auditory receptivity. He has large, powerful hands and feet, and quite often, he crushes delicate things with his hands, completely by accident.

Ghost Name: It's a Ghost. It doesn't have a name. Aiden-12, in accordance with this fact, simply referring to him as "Ghost", or "my Ghost".

Personality: Contrary with his somewhat-imposing outwards appearance, Aiden-12 is actually a fairly amiable and jocular person. However, he can be rather stubborn at times when he needs to be. When he's off duty, he can often be found simply lounging around the tower having a good time. He does, however, have one major pitfall in his personality: he has a compulsive adoration of anything that goes boom. This is essentially the main reason he wears the Armamentarium: incendiary grenades for DAYS. He takes advantage of his, as he has dubbed it, "bomb-hammer" as much as possible. Occasionally, Guardians that he's worked with in the field have reported somewhat manic laughter upon hearing him activate his super.

History: As an exo, Aiden-12 was obviously built for war. Given his name, his memory has been reset several over the course of his life. His current set of data began just before the Collapse, only perhaps fifty or so minutes before his death. All that he remember from that time are building drenched in fire and oil, collapsing before his eyes as everybody that he'd ever known crumbled away completely. Looking up, one of these enormous Golden-Age structures fell on top of him. Then he was being woken up by his Ghost. In particular, he was working as a guard for the Ishtar Collective on Venus during the Collapse. A simple jumpship presented itself to him and his Ghost, something that the Collective had been working on and had been locked away for a very long time. It was half-finished and experimental. really, it was nearly broken, but he was being hunted. He somehow managed to get it into space and pilot it to the Cosmodrome, where it crashed in foot-deep water in the Forgotten Shore.

It was by sheer luck that a party of Guardians came upon him there, lying in the ruins of a jumpship that was crushed like a crumpled soda can. They managed to keep him safe from any Fallen incursions until he awoke. His right arm was essentially unusable and had to be painstakingly reconstructed over a great deal of time. Finally, he was called out into the field, having been reforged and prepared for battle in the Light of the Traveler. That puts him where he is now.
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Hmm, sounds interesting. I'm in.
Such a shame...I did love this RP.
Little_ninja said
Holy molyLemons are you really trying to revive this after 4 months?The GM is long gone as well and most of the others I assume also are gone


Nah, I just felt the need to post to bring in some closure; I hadn't posted on it for a very long time, and I felt the need to. Nothing big like that.
Gavin

Though somewhat apprehensive, I follow the human to a door with my name on it. He stands to the side, and I hesitate briefly before opening it. "So, what's this test of mine?"

He glares back coldly. "I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to say. Mistress Fio'Rana will tell you when you get inside." Figures. I sigh and crack open the door, walking through somewhat slowly and looking around. It looks like a pretty simple room; just four walls, about equal length, I guess, and a floor. For some reason, though, something about this room is making me really, really nervous. My skin starts crawling and the bracelet on my wrist unconsciously flickers for a moment before reforming in my hand as an elegant curved knife. Staring around, I can see what looks like a loudspeaker recessed in the ceiling. Assuming that Fio'Rana can hear me, I call aloud:

"So, uh, what kind of crazy test are you coming up with for me? Does it involve me dying? I really hope it doesn't involve me dying..."
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