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Current As a GM, I hate all my players in particular
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joining the war on smoking, on the side of smoking
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9 mos ago
as a patreon reward I will read your least favorite person's handmade custom tabletop RPG homebrew and ask them why they didn't just run it in 5e instead
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11 mos ago
I started RP before double digit age but you couldn't have gotten an admission I was under 18 under threat of death. Kids just casually admiting it online now is wild.
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1 yr ago
the whole subway's mine for the slammin'
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A shitty commercial flight, jet lag, followed by a loud, bumpy flight on a cargo jet to their actual op destination? So far, life in the private sector seemed just the same as a government military. Fortunately, Dragoon had long since been conditioned to fall asleep no matter her comfort level. You got your rest wherever you could when you were in the military, crap flight be damned.

A short nap later, and it seemed she'd woken up just in time for introductions. The black-haired Lung woman yawned into her oxygen mask slightly, rubbing her eyes before paying close attention to those who spoke. After all, if all went well, she'd be working with them for the forseeable future. Years of cultural conditioning gave her a slight pause at the prospect of working with the Infected, but in all honesty, anyone who worked in their field knew the risks and that it could happen to them. It was just something she'd have to deal with.

By the time it came to her turn, the woman raised a hand, giving a cheeky wave as a greeting. "Yo, yo. Callsign Dragoon. Let's see, personal details...I'm ex-Lungmen Defense Force, OR-6, so yeah, government military drone. Specialized as a shock trooper and point man. I'm good with either a spear or my fists. Let's have some fun with this, yeah?" She finished with a grin, leaning back in her seat.
I'll work on getting a post up tomorrow, grug sleep now


OPERATOR PROFILE

[Name] Ren Jialing (redaction requested)
[Codename] Dragoon
[Age] 24
[Gender] Female
[Race] Lung
[Place of Birth] Great Lungmen
[Date of Birth] August 24
[Height] 168cm
[Combat Experience] 5 years


[Physical Strength] Excellent
[Mobility] Excellent
[Physical Resistance] Standard
[Tactical Acumen] Standard
[Combat Ability] Outstanding
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Standard


CLINICAL ANALYSIS

Imaging tests reveal clear, normal outlines of internal organs, and no abnormal shadows have been detected. Originium granules have not been detected in the circulatory system and there is no sign of infection. At this time, this Operator is believed to be non-infected.

[Cell-Originium Fusion Rate] 0%
Operator shows no signs of infection at this time.

[Blood Crystal Density] 0.12u/L
Subject's values are normal and there is no need for further investigation.



Why should we consider you a new member of the CPE Team?
-Experienced frontline combat operator
-Lungmen Defense Force veteran, Sergeant First Class (OR-6)

List any relevant combat skills:
-Expert spearman and hand-to-hand combatant
-Experienced operator, point man designation
-Shock trooper specialist training
See attachment for relevant certifications.

List any relevant non-combat/operational/service skills:
-Combat instructor, hand-to-hand
-Wilderness survival
See attachment for relevant certifications.






After receiving classified information, @Psyker Landshark is accepted.


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tfw you express interest in a gacha rp and hate gacha

probably going to go guard, sniper, vanguard, or specialist, undecided
Alisa Sokol

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Well, that was a bit of a commotion. Something screaming about a Magnemite, apparently. Sheesh, whoever it was sounded high-strung too. After a moment of deliberation, Alisa rose from her seat. Whatever that was about, it would probably be more entertaining than just sitting around here.

"Cmon, boy." She waved Lanza over to her side, the Honedge floating next to her with a "BOOP" sound. "Whatever that is, beats sitting here waiting for something to happen."

Alisa watched and waited while someone else approached the commotion first, taking note of the Noibat perched atop the Magnemite as well as the other girl spoke up first. Carmen...? The name sounded familiar, and now that she thought about it, so did the look. Wait...

"Wait, I know you!" Alisa piped up, pointing a finger at the girl from behind. "Yeah, that's right! I've seen a few of your battles on the internet. Not bad, actually!" She grinned, giving both Roxanne and Arthur a wave. "Name's Alisa, by the way. She ain't wrong, either. Nothing to get worked up over yet. What's your name anyway, buddy?" She inquired towards Arthur in particular. "The Noibat yours? Rare choice for a starter, but I guess I can't talk, considering Lanza here." Alisa chuckled, jerking a finger at the Honedge, who simply bobbed up and down in midair in response.
Alisa Sokol


Really, she would have preferred to still be out in the streets, dancing and partying the night away. Still, Alisa bobbed her head to the beat that could be heard from within the stadium as she reclined on a couch next to Lanza.

"Sheesh. Kind of sucks we have to be in here instead of out there, huh?" She remarked offhandedly to the Honedge, who only hovered up and down for the moment before giving a "BOOP" sound. "Oh, well." Alisa continued on, her mouth lifting up in a slight grin. "It's what's after tonight that matters, anyways. This's what we've been training for!"

Alisa's attention turned towards the same display a certain Dragon trainer was watching, tilting her head in thought. She did remember following last year's Gym Challenge closely, as she had every year since she was a kid. Sure, that bunch had been spirited, but the last few gyms just filtered them out too well. Ah, well. She, Lanza, and whatever Pokemon they teamed up with along the way would just have to train hard enough that they didn't meet the same fate.

"You hungry, boy? I know there's not much negative emotion around tonight for a Ghost like you to feed off of, but maybe some of the other competitors're nervous enough to count." She glanced back over towards the Honedge, who quietly shook back and forth horizontally, mimeing a 'no' motion. Really, that was the convenient thing about Ghost types. Most fed off some kind of emotion, not needing much in the way of solid food. A good battle would generate enough for Lanza to feed off of, but she supposed they had to behave themselves tonight. Alisa sighed at the thought.

"Man, this sucks that we have to wait around in here..." She whined out loud.
@Lightning Fast Image link's broken, chief
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