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ok. i've recently made the decision to start developing characters that belong to me.

i've been rping since we invaded china lol, and i am decent, but any way... this character of mine is "pure immortal" i've tried to define it but i don't know.

he's three-hundred, knows a little about dialects, has toxins in color-coded bullets, he's a contract hunter, he's greedy and he's a drunkard

basically i've had only one thread with him where i was going with supernatural archaic characters (vampires)... i'd like to know if there could be a slot for him
OK, I went over the appearence and I've been assuming Space would already have assumed his post on the Zelta
Kobe was a little amiss about what was going on. He saw Alister getting ready to jump, but he stalled by scratching his head. Then, V. handled him and Kobe was released, but stood next to her smiling at her. "V., thank you. It's like he doesn't understand that I came here for union. I don't know what makes him so mad. I don't know if it's the past.. I mean, I don't know."

"Just so you know," he said unrooting his flask and shooting two shots too fast, "we're both immortal. One kind is from hell, mine came from a wild mix of chromosomes and a strange worshiping of the occult."



The thing won't let me embed my img WTF I don't know
Hey, sorry bro I have to go lickity split But I will return at 12 tomorrow peace
OK. So, I don't need to make some stuff too long-winded, and I screwed up that intro hider. Is that psychiatrist eval not good enough to authorize deployment??
Name:Space Jobs

Age:35

Sex:M

ID:80124-H6O10

Appearance:
A brief description of your physical attributes. Space is a trained killer, and shares the physical and mental mold of his fellow militiamen. mHis hair is bron and naturally curvy, but it has a blondish tint inside his curls that look brown coursing through a good mashed-potato looking head of hair. He stands tall, and strong, ands he likes to keep good uniform and boot in his closet. Space has saved a eclectic bounty of regular and designer bandanas, which doesn’t fit his mood anymore.

Recommendations Officers Personality Observations:
Dr. Henry Drake’s evaluation of commander Space Jobs: Space Neal Jobs is referred to treatment from CO June Aeries due to anxiety. Thirty minute session time reports conclude that #80124-H6O10 Space N. Jobs has irritation/CNS/manic-depressive irregularities. Patient was admitted to medical specialty clinic and observed by myself, Dr. Henry Drake, and Dr. Gale Oshkosh. Over a period of time before reinstating soldier to enlistment (combat type), Dr. Drake and Dr. Oshkosh treated moderate anxiety with limit/none therapy and diazepam.

Traits:
He is an armed combatant. He has thick hair, and is very fit. He has a history of work-related anxiety, so he is given medicine. Sgt. Jobs is prescribed a more frequent use of medicine. His anxiety can make him jumpy, angry, etc.

He keeps his body checked every day, and he brushes his teeth and wears deodorizing accessories. He is a typical man, but he does like TV game shoes.

Your Agreed Contract:

In order for you to fulfil your responsibilities to the party within the depths of space you are hereby to receive a weekly supply of rations with a class of a C- anti-aging compound mixed within.

You will receive a class C (bare minimum) training for your intended role upon the ship.

You hereby acknowledge that refusing this contract will incur a fine of roughly 32 million liquid currency in accordance with the penalty of wasting party time. You also hereby that dying or failing to fulfil the duties given to you by the time your work contract ends will apply this fine to yourself, or if you die, to your next of kin.

Remember: Exceptional service may get you potential application as a party member!

Remember: Poor performance may be realized as improper commitment of applied duty and you will be billed for your lodgings, rations, equipment, medical services, air, gravity, power usage and human on human contact.

You [SPACE NEAL JOBS] agree to the terms and conditions of this contract and will fufill as the ship's [ENLIISTED MILITARY] until your 100 years of commitment is complete.

Personal Relationships

Spacey is lowly, but he serves well as a militiman. But, he lost most of his family years ago. They retrieved him from jail, after conduct reformation and good behavior

Package:
Automatic Party Promotor, Engagement Suit, Smoke Grenades
um, I am not positive about the point packs. i see all the options that you can have, but is it everything you want? i'm filling out a military request if it helps any
He picked up his gun, and once more placed it in his back. He averted his eyes back to the woman, and smiled for a second before he smoked his cancer stick, then he offered it to her with a question.

"I'm immortal. I kill the living and the dead as my means of living. Not for money or anything, it's what I like to do. Now, a lot has happened today. At least some. Now, I'm not hiding nothing from you. But... we could become partners, and I think you agree that we should stay honest, and respectful. I was drunk earlier, I don't recall doing bad, but who knows. And, I haven't experienced any bad come to me, but a head slam... so, I want to know, since we are respectful, otherworldly people, I want to know something I can call you. Your name?"
"Well, you look the part."

Kobae had a lusty thought about the incarnate presence. He was not the one to communicate, namely because he had a mountain of secrets to hide. There was this beautiful woman, and his past was as haunted as could be... how many men and women he had lied to or stolen from, and the demonic entities he had pursued and buried, or beheaded, or set on fire. He was cautious, he had to be. And, he smoked a small piece of the cigarette before he grimaced and realized something was missing.

"Do you have my gun?"
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