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STATUS: Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe? 9 mos ago- Last Seen: 9 mos ago
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Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe?
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10 mos ago
Back for my bi-yearly visit. Now where did I leave that thingy-ma-jig? Anyone seen that mish-masher? I think it looks like motivation or something!
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3 yrs ago
I now identify as a Master Procrastinator. Thank you all, and good night.
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3 yrs ago
New medical term: Dizzy mummy (condition of patient when world is spinning and only treatment is confinement to bed). I hate being sick...
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@Vampiretwilight: Funny indeed. Now to make it into a roleplay here...let the madness and sassy Narrator commence.
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Greetings from Stockholm, I hope you guys are having fun starting the RP! I'll check in onvr in a while to read the IC, but still no posying from me until saturday. Have fun!
More accurately, in 9 hours. 6-7 hours of driving in a bus, but I'll live to tell the tale! I hope you guys won't have killed Adrian by the time I'm back.
Well screw you guys, I'm going to Sweden! I won't see you in a week, so just be that way!
Oh, goes to show how long it's been since I've played Skyrim :P I'm sorry!
Well I wish you all the best of luck, and I'll see you in a week :D I hope you will all have fun!
Ah, Skyrim. I haven't played that game for years!
(He can free-run yes, I think we honestly have to consider suing them before it's too late! And with all that money, we can make our own movie about the RP, and make even more money! It would be banned in Germany, Russia, Australia, etc etc but who cares?)
"Alright Tyrant, watch out below!" Viking said to Tyrant as he watched him exit the warehouse from the other side. From prior experience, Viking knew what carnage had just taken place inside the building he stood upon, what horrors the British soldiers faced against the behemoth that Tyrant posed to them. Viking confidently walked straight off the rooftop and fell through the sky feet first, before he activated his rocket boosters just before impact, and landed somewhat softly on the sandy ground.
The British machine gunners focused on Tyrant, not taking notice of Viking who came running up behind the massive piece of steel. Tyrant's armour-suit was big enough to give Viking complete cover, with a little crouching and not sticking his arms out. While Tyrant was busy with the machine gunners up-front, Viking took the time to scan their rear-flank for fleeing British infantry. Viking raised his MP45 up to his shoulder and scanned the buildings through the scope of his rifle, switching the firing-mode to single-shot. Over the comms, Viking heard Tyrant and Victoria toss tactical information and artillery coordinates between each other; Stukas, Nebels and normal artillery, all feared by the Allied armies for their massive firepower. Viking, who had read after-action-reports from the Invasion of Norway, knew that while the German artillery were feared, the variety of cannons and rocket-launchers meant that supplying all these different weapons would be difficult if not for a constant stream of supplies. Who knows, if the German war-industry had been weakened, then that could mean a concerning shortage of shells and rockets.
Viking continued to scan the buildings behind them, and it seemed to be quiet except for one British sharpshooter who hid inside a house, hiding in the shadows. Viking quickly took care of him, firing a single round from his MP45 and killing the Brit instantly with a shot to the head. He turned around to Tyrant just as artillery fired for full effect. All the explosions knocked Tyrant nearly back, while Viking was knocked straight on his back in his lighter and less stable suit. Luckily it was strong enough to survive a small fall like that, and Viking quickly got back on his feet. "Some serious firepower indeed! Stalin's Organ ain't no match! I'll go in high and look for survivors, check your fire, might be survivors who can't or won't fight anymore there." Viking said to Tyrant, activating his rocket boosters again and flying towards the dock, trying to avoid flying into the large chimneys of smoke that their artillery had made.
Underneath him he could see mutilated corpses of British soldiers, sailors, and to his horror even what appeared to be civilians, all laying in twisted ways with blown off limps and burned skin. Moments afterwards he could see soldiers walk towards Tyrant, arms raised in the air, soldiers who knew better than to face the Steel Behemoth and wished peace more than war now. "It's hell down there, Tyrant, your boys really gave Montgomery a taste of high-explosives! I can't see any considerable threat down there, but be careful. I'll keep my eyes open, Viking out."
"Alright Tyrant, watch out below!" Viking said to Tyrant as he watched him exit the warehouse from the other side. From prior experience, Viking knew what carnage had just taken place inside the building he stood upon, what horrors the British soldiers faced against the behemoth that Tyrant posed to them. Viking confidently walked straight off the rooftop and fell through the sky feet first, before he activated his rocket boosters just before impact, and landed somewhat softly on the sandy ground.
The British machine gunners focused on Tyrant, not taking notice of Viking who came running up behind the massive piece of steel. Tyrant's armour-suit was big enough to give Viking complete cover, with a little crouching and not sticking his arms out. While Tyrant was busy with the machine gunners up-front, Viking took the time to scan their rear-flank for fleeing British infantry. Viking raised his MP45 up to his shoulder and scanned the buildings through the scope of his rifle, switching the firing-mode to single-shot. Over the comms, Viking heard Tyrant and Victoria toss tactical information and artillery coordinates between each other; Stukas, Nebels and normal artillery, all feared by the Allied armies for their massive firepower. Viking, who had read after-action-reports from the Invasion of Norway, knew that while the German artillery were feared, the variety of cannons and rocket-launchers meant that supplying all these different weapons would be difficult if not for a constant stream of supplies. Who knows, if the German war-industry had been weakened, then that could mean a concerning shortage of shells and rockets.
Viking continued to scan the buildings behind them, and it seemed to be quiet except for one British sharpshooter who hid inside a house, hiding in the shadows. Viking quickly took care of him, firing a single round from his MP45 and killing the Brit instantly with a shot to the head. He turned around to Tyrant just as artillery fired for full effect. All the explosions knocked Tyrant nearly back, while Viking was knocked straight on his back in his lighter and less stable suit. Luckily it was strong enough to survive a small fall like that, and Viking quickly got back on his feet. "Some serious firepower indeed! Stalin's Organ ain't no match! I'll go in high and look for survivors, check your fire, might be survivors who can't or won't fight anymore there." Viking said to Tyrant, activating his rocket boosters again and flying towards the dock, trying to avoid flying into the large chimneys of smoke that their artillery had made.
Underneath him he could see mutilated corpses of British soldiers, sailors, and to his horror even what appeared to be civilians, all laying in twisted ways with blown off limps and burned skin. Moments afterwards he could see soldiers walk towards Tyrant, arms raised in the air, soldiers who knew better than to face the Steel Behemoth and wished peace more than war now. "It's hell down there, Tyrant, your boys really gave Montgomery a taste of high-explosives! I can't see any considerable threat down there, but be careful. I'll keep my eyes open, Viking out."
Name: Thomas O'Connol
AKA: "One-Eye"
Age: 36
Faction: Committee soldier for the Marauders.
Role in Team: Communications operative, support/Field Operator?
Bio: Thomas' family came from Ireland on Earth, before they decided to join the governmental plan to populate the human colonies on the planets in their solar system. the O'Connol family ended up on Mars, settling down in the first human colony which rapidly grew to become the capital of Mars. His parents were also born on Mars, but would always take the time to take Thomas with them back to Earth to see how their homeworld was, to make sure Thomas never forgot who he was and his ancestors had been. And he never forgot, especially that he was an Irishman.
The living conditions on Mars was worse than on Earth, but better than other colonies in the Solar system, so work outside an office was always hard labour. the O'Connol family worked for generations as miners and terra-formers in Man's effort to terra-form Mars into something similar to Earth. They felt proud of their work, and Thomas himself started working for the Mars Terraforming Program after having graduated from the Martian University of Engineering. Then the recession hit, and things on Mars were about to get much worse.
Funding from Earth dwindled, and increasing mining-activity and increasing failure to terraform the surface ensured that the native water on Mars sank down into the core of the planet, piracy ensured trade with the human colonies shrank. The humans on Mars did their best to avoid famine, but without support from their homeworld, it was inevitable. Thomas' parents died of disease still unfamiliar to humans on the planet, and like many others he blamed the Galactic Committee for failing to save the lives on Mars. At first the dissidence was scarce, only a few acts of looting and violence, but it was when the executions began that Mars became a war-zone. Thomas joined the Martian Defence Forces in their "Fight to keep Martians safe, fed, and independent", and proved himself to be a proficient soldier, and his heritage from Ireland only assured his role to fight for Mars' independence. It was at his time he earned his nickname, "One-Eye", after he had to operate out his eye because it had been injured during a fire-fight.
A year after the "Martian Rebellion" began, Thomas suddenly swapped sides on the conflict to fight for the "Loyalist Forces of Mankind", fighting to preserve the union of human colonies instead of planetary independence. What changed his mind, he won't tell, only the highest ranking military officials and politicians, Thomas O'Connol and those who survived it know happened. Rumour has it that after the MDF started evicting and executing first-generation colonists to take their property for the Martian state, and realizing along others that an independent Mars couldn't survive without support from Earth and her remaining colonies, Thomas gathered a group of men and fled for the closest loyalist base.
Thomas had himself taken part in some of the war crimes during in the five year long conflict, either freely or under direct orders, though at the time the LFM were happy to have any war-hardened soldier on their side. When the rebellion was over however, he was faced with criminals charges for his actions during the conflict, and had a choice; Either being sentenced for war crimes and facing life in imprisonment in one of the feared prison colonies outside Pluto, or formally joining a Expedition force team called "The Marauders" and serve the Galactic Committee for 15 years. Now 14 years of service for the Galactic Committee had passed, and Thomas prayed to God that his life would not end before this time, now that he had freedom within his grasp.
Personality: Can I leave this blank, please? I'd rather set his personality during the RP.
Weapon(s):
Family/Relationship: His parents died during the "Martian Plague Year", while his uncle and aunt still lives peacefully on a farm on Mars, and Thomas hopes to go back to them when his service is over. Thomas himself is not in a relationship, having avoiding getting into a relationship knowing fully that life can end in his line of duty.
Other: Having worked as an communications operator for years now beside taking part as the ground team, he speaks several languages fluently, including a few of the most spoken alien languages. And he speaks with an Irish accent, if it is legit or something he's taught himself to do to keep his heritage intact, is a question he's ready to punch your face in for.
AKA: "One-Eye"
Age: 36
Faction: Committee soldier for the Marauders.
Role in Team: Communications operative, support/Field Operator?
Bio: Thomas' family came from Ireland on Earth, before they decided to join the governmental plan to populate the human colonies on the planets in their solar system. the O'Connol family ended up on Mars, settling down in the first human colony which rapidly grew to become the capital of Mars. His parents were also born on Mars, but would always take the time to take Thomas with them back to Earth to see how their homeworld was, to make sure Thomas never forgot who he was and his ancestors had been. And he never forgot, especially that he was an Irishman.
The living conditions on Mars was worse than on Earth, but better than other colonies in the Solar system, so work outside an office was always hard labour. the O'Connol family worked for generations as miners and terra-formers in Man's effort to terra-form Mars into something similar to Earth. They felt proud of their work, and Thomas himself started working for the Mars Terraforming Program after having graduated from the Martian University of Engineering. Then the recession hit, and things on Mars were about to get much worse.
Funding from Earth dwindled, and increasing mining-activity and increasing failure to terraform the surface ensured that the native water on Mars sank down into the core of the planet, piracy ensured trade with the human colonies shrank. The humans on Mars did their best to avoid famine, but without support from their homeworld, it was inevitable. Thomas' parents died of disease still unfamiliar to humans on the planet, and like many others he blamed the Galactic Committee for failing to save the lives on Mars. At first the dissidence was scarce, only a few acts of looting and violence, but it was when the executions began that Mars became a war-zone. Thomas joined the Martian Defence Forces in their "Fight to keep Martians safe, fed, and independent", and proved himself to be a proficient soldier, and his heritage from Ireland only assured his role to fight for Mars' independence. It was at his time he earned his nickname, "One-Eye", after he had to operate out his eye because it had been injured during a fire-fight.
A year after the "Martian Rebellion" began, Thomas suddenly swapped sides on the conflict to fight for the "Loyalist Forces of Mankind", fighting to preserve the union of human colonies instead of planetary independence. What changed his mind, he won't tell, only the highest ranking military officials and politicians, Thomas O'Connol and those who survived it know happened. Rumour has it that after the MDF started evicting and executing first-generation colonists to take their property for the Martian state, and realizing along others that an independent Mars couldn't survive without support from Earth and her remaining colonies, Thomas gathered a group of men and fled for the closest loyalist base.
Thomas had himself taken part in some of the war crimes during in the five year long conflict, either freely or under direct orders, though at the time the LFM were happy to have any war-hardened soldier on their side. When the rebellion was over however, he was faced with criminals charges for his actions during the conflict, and had a choice; Either being sentenced for war crimes and facing life in imprisonment in one of the feared prison colonies outside Pluto, or formally joining a Expedition force team called "The Marauders" and serve the Galactic Committee for 15 years. Now 14 years of service for the Galactic Committee had passed, and Thomas prayed to God that his life would not end before this time, now that he had freedom within his grasp.
Personality: Can I leave this blank, please? I'd rather set his personality during the RP.
Weapon(s):
A combat rifle with both semi-automatic fire and fully-automatic fire, good accuracy and range, and an attached grenade-launcher.
Family/Relationship: His parents died during the "Martian Plague Year", while his uncle and aunt still lives peacefully on a farm on Mars, and Thomas hopes to go back to them when his service is over. Thomas himself is not in a relationship, having avoiding getting into a relationship knowing fully that life can end in his line of duty.
Other: Having worked as an communications operator for years now beside taking part as the ground team, he speaks several languages fluently, including a few of the most spoken alien languages. And he speaks with an Irish accent, if it is legit or something he's taught himself to do to keep his heritage intact, is a question he's ready to punch your face in for.
My CS is done, ignore this post :)
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