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Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

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Msaliti bowed once more when Do'Rak entered. He bowed to all his superior, mainly out of respect but also due to his military training. On his home planet they did not salute or stand to attention, all lower ranks would bow their heads and not look into the eyes of a superior unless they were told they could. While others would find such a thing as strange for a creature as large and intimidating as Msaliti he cared not for their opinions, the only opinion that would sway his way of thinking was anyone of higher ranking as himself. In response to Do'Rak he nodded silently.

"Yes Sir. I will rally are men under our banner and we will taste the fruits of victory as we have done countless times."

Turning on the spot he skulked out of the bridge. Activating his communicator to all the security he began issuing order. "All available. No all security officers prepare for ship defense. There is a chance that they could breach the hull and launch an internal attack on the ship. All of you are to head to your posts until ordered otherwise. I want you all to sound off the moment you are in your position." His voice had no urgency to it but a voice that was composed and devoid of emotion.

Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

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Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

@ImportantNobody

Name: Msaliti “CG -145”

Age: 10 As he is a clone of the general he was grown for a purpose and has only been truly alive for a few years.
Gender: Male
Race: Ouroboros
Homeworld: Uzalishaji Ardhi(Breeding Ground Planet)

Position: Security Field Commander

Personality: Msaliti was bred for one purpose; to lead the army put under him into battle. Due to this he finds it hard to understand the emotions of others and will often insult or upset people when all he is doing is explaining something. He has no grasp of the culture of other worlds and is not the best person to ask if you’re having problems that cannot be solved using either a tactical mindset or a brute force approach.

He has been called heartless and out of touch with the real world but insults do nothing to him but challenge is honor and only make him want to prove himself as better than others. As a result he has been in many fights over simple things as simple as who gets on a ship first. Msaliti is not actually cold hearted, he literally doesn’t know any better as emotions were never part of his training and neither were manners.

Apart from his emotionless attitude Msaliti is a man of honor and respect. He will happily swear his loyalty to anyone who best him and is more than happy to follow a leader. During his training grunts were seen as a disposable resource however, Msaliti has learned that his comrades and the strange thing they call friendships that he develops with them are not.

Appearance: Msaliti stands well over six feet tall and looks down on most races average heights. The armour that covers his back is jet black and has a sheen to it. His exoskeleton is light grey and littered with war wounds and scars from fights. His eyes are deep red. He lost his antennas from an explosion.

Hider

Abilities:
Enhance Reflexes
Eidetic memory
Can lift upto 7 tons at a push and carry it over a short distance
Tactically Gifted
Almost Emotionless
Able to master most firearms
Understand most common languages but does not speak them.

Equipment:
Waist belt containing ammunition
A Rail Rifle. Clip loaded (20 Shots a Clip)

Hider

A rail rifle consists of two electromagnets running parallel next to each other. A pieve of metal is then passed through the magnets speeding up the metal to extraordinary speed. Able to punch through most metals with ease. Rail Rifles do require a short windup time before they can fire.

A mule pack that is attached to his abdomen allowing him to carry rations, spare ammunition or other important objects.

Biography: Msaliti’s original name was CG-145 (Command General #145) a name he was once proud to have however now he has a different name. Msaliti, which means Betrayer in his mother tongue. A fitting name as he abandoned his home and the life as an Ouroboros General. This was due to a number of reason.

The first being that when a Prime has fulfilled its use to the empire it is taken back Uzalishaji Ardhi and then killed by having their brain removed from their skull in order to analyse what they saw and develop tactics for future engagements with the enemy. While most Primes have little self awareness about themselves CG-145 was different and did not want to die in such a way he deemed as dishonorable.

The second and probably the most important reason was because he had disobeyed orders. In fact CG - 145 had to be forcibly removed from combat for disobeying orders and pursuing the enemy after he was ordered to fall back. This level of disobedience was unheard of by primes however instead of executing him they kept him on as a general and thrust him back into battle hoping that he would provide them with useful information when he was retrieved.

However instead of fighting the enemy he joined their side. He saw a side of the Empire that he did not want to be a part of and decided enough was enough. With his tactical genius and knowledge of the Ouroboros army they were able to quickly beat and force the Ouroboros off the planet. His victory was short lived as his would be allies did not see him as a savior but as an enemy.

Forced to flee the planet, his honor in tatters and no one to blame but himself. Ashamed of himself he named himself Msaliti to remind himself of his greatest mistake. He now wanders the galaxy in search of a way to redeem himself.

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@Classpet That's fine buddy

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

Joshua found himself in an abandoned warehouse owned by one of the mages Joshua knew. Looking around in the space he smiled. Focusing on the hand a piece of chalk appeared in it. He began drawing symbols around the ground. First a large circle fifteen meters in diameter, another circle inside this circle ten meters in diameter. On the edge of this symbol he began writing the actually symbols he would need to channel the skulls power through him. Once the symbols were finished he placed an even smaller symbol five meters away from the larger circle. This is where he would stand. Once it was all done the chalk disappeared and he surveyed his work. His hands glowed as he imbued the circles with magical energy, he couldn't have a these symbols erased not to mention it would allow the symbols to actually work.

Satisfied with his work he conjured a sofa for him to sit on and a smaller armchair for Arkan. "I don't suppose you're going to sit down but the chairs there for you if you want to sit."

Conjuring several more sofas for his guest to sit on he floated into the air. The warehouse was large but relatively empty with a only few broken crates and pallets that he would move later. Floating back down to the ground he activated the sigils for those that wanted to join him. The symbols would burn slightly and would tell the people who had them exactly where to go to get to his warehouse.

"Now Arkan we just wait. I don't suppose you want to swap some war stories while we wait?"

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@Maria 127not much everyone has met joshua. He offered them a chance to join him.

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@Maria 127 accepted.

Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

Msaliti was training the security personnel when he heard the alarm. Ordering the men under him to prepare for the worst. If they were boarded, which was unlikely but not impossible. He would need them to be on alert and ready to repel the enemy. Stalking through the corridors of the ship he made his way to the bridge. Looking at the screen he quietly assessed their situation. The ship they were in was state of the alert, yet the ships in their way had some strange things going on with them.

He bowed to their captain as he would any superior."It is possible that they may be pirates?"

His voice was deep when he spoke in human tongue and his words slow and deliberate in the pronunciation of each word. Why the humans decided to mince their words so much was something Msaliti never understood, his mother tongue was much faster and smoother there was no need for many words in his home planet. He addressed their captain, a person he was more than happy to obey orders from. He had proven his strength and his intelligence in battle many a time.

Looking back at the ship he scanned them over for a second time. "Though I have never seen such technology before so I apologise if my knowledge is lacking in this department."

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@Xhala thats fine. Ill change my post accordingly

The End of the World... Zombie Apocalypse [archived]

Character Name: Jacob Doorsmen

Physique: 2

Intelligence: 3

Charisma: 5

Skills and attributes:

- Door Salesmen (+1 When bartering or other business related things)
- Public Speaker (+1 When talking to others)
- Quick Thinker (+1 When caught in a Pinch)
- Business man with standards (-1 When getting his hands dirty)

Traumas: (that occur during the course of the game)
1 Day -
1 Week -
1 Month -

Equipment: Full suit and tie black, Briefcase containing door related paraphernalia, Pen, Pencil, Small stack of paper, Notepad, Mobile phone

Appearance: