Owlriel
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STATUS: Why do nightmares continue to plague me?! I hate them I preferred it when I had no dreams at this point. 2 mos ago
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Why do nightmares continue to plague me?! I hate them I preferred it when I had no dreams at this point.
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1 yr ago
Went on my first 5 mile walk today and I feel grrrrreat! X)
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2 yrs ago
Brain go brzt
2 yrs ago
Got finals next week if I don’t post it’s because I am probably in my hole praying to the cosmos I pass
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2 yrs ago
Your brain is toasty on col medicine
Bio
I am a package handler at one of the many different package shipping services so the hours of 4pm to about 9pm PST I’m busy working and making that sweet sweet cheddar.
I have been a part of the role playing community for several years now, I think it’s somewhere in the teens. Not entirely sure all I do know is that I know what I like and what I don’t like, what I don’t like is ERP. I could go on a tangent about my severe distaste for ERP but I’ll save my breath. While what I do like is to play male roles and also have a couple RP’s going at the same time because then I won’t be antsy when I only have one going. It’s possible I might be an RP addict, not sure and I don’t want to go down that particular rabbit hole.
For my role play style I like to give out surprising moments that I’ve planned in advance. Along with working with my partner to converge our ideas as well to make a better story. One I wouldn’t mind going back and reading through, as I do have that habit of looking back in order to tie up any loose ends we may have left when I run out of story ideas.
I have been a part of the role playing community for several years now, I think it’s somewhere in the teens. Not entirely sure all I do know is that I know what I like and what I don’t like, what I don’t like is ERP. I could go on a tangent about my severe distaste for ERP but I’ll save my breath. While what I do like is to play male roles and also have a couple RP’s going at the same time because then I won’t be antsy when I only have one going. It’s possible I might be an RP addict, not sure and I don’t want to go down that particular rabbit hole.
For my role play style I like to give out surprising moments that I’ve planned in advance. Along with working with my partner to converge our ideas as well to make a better story. One I wouldn’t mind going back and reading through, as I do have that habit of looking back in order to tie up any loose ends we may have left when I run out of story ideas.
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Alexi was struggling as she crawled up to her sofa, and rolled up onto it. She kept crying, she needed someone to tell her everything would be okay. It was quickly reaching a point where suicide was being contemplated.
"I want a strawberry shake, and a burger. Oh! Also a thing of frenchfries, and onion rings," Dues said excitedly.
Alexi was soon sent home, and fired due to her outbreak in tears. She kept walking till she tripped into her apartment, and curled into a ball. She didn't know what to do anymore, her hands were held to her head. She could hear the beating of her heart, and her great distress was felt by Ramo.
Alexi sat at her small desk job typing up a report. She was a reporter for the local news, she was writing what had happened to her. She began to shake, and soon leaned against her desk as she began to cry.
"Don't worry about it Kira. I don't want any part of that plan," Dues said.
She walked into the fast food place, and looked at the menu board.
She walked into the fast food place, and looked at the menu board.
Alexi walked down the street to work. She was shaking as her hand was pressed against her chest. She didn't want to think about the fact of what was now inside her chest.
Nex slowly began to wake up he looked at Daisy.
"Katrina's going to be in my room. I need to ensure she'll be okay. You know what I'm feeling better I'll take care of it," he said.
He then had James set him down, and carefully took Katrina from Ramo. Then walked into his room shutting the door behind him. He then set Katrina on the bed putting her under the covers after taking her shoes off. He then sat down at his desk, and began to do some research on the portals before falling asleep again. All the while he was bleeding from his left eye.
"Katrina's going to be in my room. I need to ensure she'll be okay. You know what I'm feeling better I'll take care of it," he said.
He then had James set him down, and carefully took Katrina from Ramo. Then walked into his room shutting the door behind him. He then set Katrina on the bed putting her under the covers after taking her shoes off. He then sat down at his desk, and began to do some research on the portals before falling asleep again. All the while he was bleeding from his left eye.
The Hologram that everyone was watching soon cuts out. All around you stands several carefully selected individuals. An older woman with tied back golden hair wearing a pristine lab coat, and slimming red dress with black pumps, and small wire glasses looks upon everyone. Her stature says she is bored, though her eyes betray her boundless curiosity. She calls your name, and you are taken into a small room. Inside is a small metallic table, and two chairs made of the same metal. Sitting against a wall, sitting in those two chairs are highly trained soldiers. At the center of the table sits a peculiar metal spherical device. With many circular glass disks over it. As you approach the table, the device bathes you in a green light for several seconds slightly blinding you for a bit.
The scientist soon walks up to you injecting something into your arm that has a faint blue glow.
"You have just been injected with micro machines that will track your physical and mental health, along with allowing you access to the hangar and armory. For now you are free to explore the Helicarrier as you please, as you wait for Creed’s orders. Get to know your fellow soldiers in the project. You can even go pick out any empty room on the second floor," she said as she types away at datapad.
The scientist then produced a box containing an ear bud radio.
“Also, don’t lose this, it will allow you to communicate with us, and request support from your friends in the field,” they finished with a smile.
She then excused you, and called the next person in.
Creed walked through the halls of the helicarrier, overlooking the new mechs. In his vision was several images only he could see, which were displayed through his mask. It controlled everything on this ship, and relayed information to him. He was trying to make sure that there was nothing that he needed to tune up. His hands dancing through the air as he scryed through the information. His red glowing eyes darting slightly as he read on. Soon he let his arms drop, and he set a hand to his chin in thought. There were no issues with the mech’s themselves, but there was something else bothering him. He slowly walked away heading to the cafeteria to get something to eat, he was hoping it wasn’t the same gruel they always served. He was getting tired of the same tasteless grey mush.
Saren was walking past people having gotten his shot, and ear bud radio. Memories of the past began their regular dance through his mind, of the monsters that had crushed his parents to death. He’d watched it on the news of massive dog like creatures descending upon them. Like they were nothing, but chew toys. The large lanky creatures of metal, and flesh had two long metallic tendrils coming from their shoulder blades. They’d gone on a rampage after killing his parents, killing everyone in a ten mile radius. He’ll never forget what he’d seen, nor would he ever forgive them.
The scientist soon walks up to you injecting something into your arm that has a faint blue glow.
"You have just been injected with micro machines that will track your physical and mental health, along with allowing you access to the hangar and armory. For now you are free to explore the Helicarrier as you please, as you wait for Creed’s orders. Get to know your fellow soldiers in the project. You can even go pick out any empty room on the second floor," she said as she types away at datapad.
The scientist then produced a box containing an ear bud radio.
“Also, don’t lose this, it will allow you to communicate with us, and request support from your friends in the field,” they finished with a smile.
She then excused you, and called the next person in.
Creed walked through the halls of the helicarrier, overlooking the new mechs. In his vision was several images only he could see, which were displayed through his mask. It controlled everything on this ship, and relayed information to him. He was trying to make sure that there was nothing that he needed to tune up. His hands dancing through the air as he scryed through the information. His red glowing eyes darting slightly as he read on. Soon he let his arms drop, and he set a hand to his chin in thought. There were no issues with the mech’s themselves, but there was something else bothering him. He slowly walked away heading to the cafeteria to get something to eat, he was hoping it wasn’t the same gruel they always served. He was getting tired of the same tasteless grey mush.
Saren was walking past people having gotten his shot, and ear bud radio. Memories of the past began their regular dance through his mind, of the monsters that had crushed his parents to death. He’d watched it on the news of massive dog like creatures descending upon them. Like they were nothing, but chew toys. The large lanky creatures of metal, and flesh had two long metallic tendrils coming from their shoulder blades. They’d gone on a rampage after killing his parents, killing everyone in a ten mile radius. He’ll never forget what he’d seen, nor would he ever forgive them.
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Character:
Name: Saren
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Minor History: Before the invasion Saren traveled the world with his parents since he was four. His parents helped people all over that needed it, and also studied the different cultures. Saren’s passion lied in the different traditional fighting styles of the people they visited. How they all seemed to almost flow together, but were also so different. When the aliens came Saren was also awestruck by them as well, but that was short lived. As it turned to a rage as they used their might to kill thousands of innocents. Along with his own parents, who had been one of the foolish few that attempted to communicate with the invaders. Only to turn into a red smear as the aliens crushed them to death. He used the knowledge he’d gathered from the people around the world, honing his body to be their tool of revenge. He was approached by the military, and asked to join project Robotika by Creed himself. Seeing no reason not to say yes, he accepted with a grin.
Personality: Saren is a serious guy, and prefers to be left alone most of the time. Though he does care about his allies wishing to protect them. Though their is a cynical side to him that loves to see his enemies suffering.
Skills: combat specialist
Mech
Name: Thanatos
Energy Gun: Wrist pistol
Energy Blade: energy Sword
Specialtie(s): Close to mid range attacker
Mech Ability: Thanatos drives the sword through the opponent sapping the energy from the mech funneling it into the sword. Which takes three posts time to do, after the sword is fully charged. It is then discharged into a beam of energy that cleaves through an enemy.
Drawbacks/Weakness: Thanatos can be held off by a long ranged attacker. The sword is completely depleted of energy after the beam, and Thanatos must rely on his wrist pistol to fight back for three posts before the sword is operational again.
Appearance:
Name: Saren
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Minor History: Before the invasion Saren traveled the world with his parents since he was four. His parents helped people all over that needed it, and also studied the different cultures. Saren’s passion lied in the different traditional fighting styles of the people they visited. How they all seemed to almost flow together, but were also so different. When the aliens came Saren was also awestruck by them as well, but that was short lived. As it turned to a rage as they used their might to kill thousands of innocents. Along with his own parents, who had been one of the foolish few that attempted to communicate with the invaders. Only to turn into a red smear as the aliens crushed them to death. He used the knowledge he’d gathered from the people around the world, honing his body to be their tool of revenge. He was approached by the military, and asked to join project Robotika by Creed himself. Seeing no reason not to say yes, he accepted with a grin.
Personality: Saren is a serious guy, and prefers to be left alone most of the time. Though he does care about his allies wishing to protect them. Though their is a cynical side to him that loves to see his enemies suffering.
Skills: combat specialist
Mech
Name: Thanatos
Energy Gun: Wrist pistol
Energy Blade: energy Sword
Specialtie(s): Close to mid range attacker
Mech Ability: Thanatos drives the sword through the opponent sapping the energy from the mech funneling it into the sword. Which takes three posts time to do, after the sword is fully charged. It is then discharged into a beam of energy that cleaves through an enemy.
Drawbacks/Weakness: Thanatos can be held off by a long ranged attacker. The sword is completely depleted of energy after the beam, and Thanatos must rely on his wrist pistol to fight back for three posts before the sword is operational again.
Appearance:
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