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7 yrs ago
Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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8 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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9 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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9 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
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Reggie was freaking out. He had been sleeping in the woods near Mohs Town,partially because the leaf bed was comfortable and partially because it felt like he was camping instead of roughing it put in the wilderness, when suddenly a bright light filled the sky,m followed by a resounding boom. Next thing he knew, he saw a huge plume of smoke rising from the town. And if that wasn't cause for alarm, one of the rocks nearby suddenly started glowing. With no idea what was going on, Reggie was quick to hide in some nearby brush, but couldn't find it in himself to run for the hills. He was too damn curious for that.

Godammit, if this is another bomb or whatever the hell that light was, I'm screwed.

Luckily, the glowing stone wasn't a bomb, but the warp in which Bloodstone was arriving. Reggie's eyes were the size of dinner plates as he witnessed the guy walk off the rock and head off towards the destroyed town at a casual pace. He had no idea what the hell was going on, but he was damn well going to find out. He considered checking out the teleporter thing, which had beamed down Captain Kirk over there, but since it looked like a rock to him and he was losing sight of the person who had actually used the thing, he decided to follow dark haired fellow.

Please don't be a brain-eating alien, please don't be a brain-eating alien.

As he tried to stealthily follow the strange human-looking being, he remembered something and quickly doubled back to his camp. He picked up his family sword, which was hidden inside of a sports bag with the supplies needed to keep it in good condition and the ammunition for his gun, which was holstered at his side. he was currently wearing a light grey jacket, some ripped jeans covered with dirt and grime, and some beat up shoes he'd found in the garbage that were still wearable. His face was also rather dirty as well, and he was quiet sure he didn't smell that good either. The last time he had bathed was in a nearby river with only a sliver of a soap bar. So he wasn't absolutely disgusting, but he wasn't smelling like spring time either.

Once he had his stuff he hurried down to town, and looked around a bit more, thinking he'd lost his target until he saw him walking down the street, as if looking for something. Continuing to stalk from the shadows, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear rise up in him as he saw the amount of destruction that had been done to the town. What kind of weapon can wreak this much havoc, and what kind of technology could create it? I don't know who this guy is, but he's definitely not human if he's the one who did this?

With a bit more nervousness in his step, he continued to follow Bloodstone, though he was no longer sure if that was the right course of action at this moment.
@Kronshi
@AkayaofthemoonI can post now, right?
Reginald Alexander Dorvain





Age:21

Personality: Reginald, or Reggie as he likes to be called, is an amiable type that loves a good challenge and making friends. He is a bit clueless on a variety of things due to a bit of a sheltered upbringing, and can be paranoid at times, but he tries his best to do what's right. That being said, he's not above doing things he'd normally shy away from to ensure his survival in a situation.

Background: Reggie's father was the CEO of one of the largest Weapon Manufacturing companies in the world, and was thus living a life of wealth and luxury. His father, Donovan, was a man of many peculiar tastes that he would force unto his son, including the ancient art of swordfighting. He was also taught by his father how to fire all manner of guns and all about a variety of modern weaponry, but Reggie never really took to it. He was more interested in technology, finding out how things worked rather then blasting them to bits with a hundreds pieces of hot lead. That being said, he did always enjoy firing off hand guns with his father, as it had made him feel like a cowboy in the wild west. So when his dad got him his DE for his birthday, he was very happy, though his father wasn't when he saw his son do nothing but take the thing apart and put it back together again instead of actually using it.

While life wasn't perfect, it was good, but that didn't last long. A few months after that, his family's manor was attacked by mercenaries, who killed his entire family and lit the mansion on fire to destroy the evidence. The only reason he escaped was that he was away with friends at the time, having sneaked out the family sword to show off to a girl he had liked. Now the blade was all he had left of his family. It turned out that his father had been involved in an arms smuggling ring, but had tried to remove his company from it and give out info on it's activities to the authorities. To prevent that, the head of the ring sent his forces to take out the fly in the ointment and appointed a more malleable figure head to take his place. Reggie, having no idea where to go, or if he was going to be targeted or not, immediately went on the run.

He's spent the last 2 and a half years wondering as a homeless man, having to deal with so many things he's never had to deal with before, like hunger, people trying to steal from him, people trying to kill him, etc. He's found himself in Mohs Town at the moment in his wonderings, enjoying a peaceful day until some asshole decided to fuck it up with a laser . . . wait, what?

Other:
-Very intelligent and interested in all types technology
-Has some self-defense knowledge
-He's skilled in swordfighting and is a good shot with his DE.
-Owns a fancy, yet practical long sword and the needed supplies to keep it in good condition. It's an heirloom passed down through his family for generations and very precious to him.
-Owns an engraved desert eagle that fire .50 AE rounds. It was a present from his late father for his 18th birthday, having his intials carved on the side of the barrel.

@KronshiYes I can.
@KronshiOh, I forgot about that, so let's just say he brought that too. If he's going to show off his skills, why not go big with a huge gun as well? A desert Eagle is just too iconic for somebody to not show it off.
Reginald Alexander Dorvain



Age:21

Personality: Reginald, or Reggie as he likes to be called, is an amiable type that loves a good challenge and making friends. He is a bit clueless on a variety of things due to a bit of a sheltered upbringing, and can be paranoid at times, but he tries his best to do what's right. That being said, he's not above doing things he'd normally shy away from to ensure his survival in a situation.

Background: Reggie's father was the CEO of one of the largest Weapon Manufacturing companies in the world, and was thus living a life of wealth and luxury. His father, Donovan, was a man of many peculiar tastes that he would force unto his son, including the ancient art of swordfighting. He was also taught by his father how to fire all manner of guns and all about a variety of modern weaponry, but Reggie never really took to it. He was more interested in technology, finding out how things worked rather then blasting them to bits with a hundreds pieces of hot lead. That being said, he did always enjoy firing off hand guns with his father, as it had made him feel like a cowboy in the wild west. So when his dad got him his DE for his birthday, he was very happy, though his father wasn't when he saw his son do nothing but take the thing apart and put it back together again instead of actually using it.

While life wasn't perfect, it was good, but that didn't last long. A few months after that, his family's manor was attacked by mercenaries, who killed his entire family and lit the mansion on fire to destroy the evidence. The only reason he escaped was that he was away with friends at the time, having sneaked out the family sword to show off to a girl he had liked. Now the blade was all he had left of his family. It turned out that his father had been involved in an arms smuggling ring, but had tried to remove his company from it and give out info on it's activities to the authorities. To prevent that, the head of the ring sent his forces to take out the fly in the ointment and appointed a more malleable figure head to take his place. Reggie, having no idea where to go, or if he was going to be targeted or not, immediately went on the run.

He's spent the last 2 and a half years wondering as a homeless man, having to deal with so many things he's never had to deal with before, like hunger, people trying to steal from him, people trying to kill him, etc. He's found himself in Mohs Town at the moment in his wonderings, enjoying a peaceful day until some asshole decided to fuck it up with a laser . . . wait, what?

Other:
-Very intelligent and interested in all types technology
-Has some self-defense knowledge
-He's skilled in swordfighting and is a good shot with his DE.
-Owns a fancy, yet practical long sword and the needed supplies to keep it in good condition. It's an heirloom passed down through his family for generations and very precious to him.
-Owns an engraved desert eagle that fire .50 AE rounds. It was a present from his late father for his 18th birthday, having his intials carved on the side of the barrel.


@21308Thanks, and I'm writing up the CS as we speak.
@AkayaofthemoonHmm, where in the world is Mohs town?
@LoonyGlad to be aboard Are you okay, though, you seem to get shot alot?
Cool, I'll get to work on it, but first, a recap on what's happening would be appreciated.
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