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Current "An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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ARIS THE OCULUS

Aris turned his head towards the new arrival with a vague, unseen interest. A second species it would seem. One different from the humans and the cyborgs he had encountered before, a being severely different from the surreal entity that glowed beside him.

The gleaming gold of his armor reflected the dim light of the bar, vividly enhancing it and for a moment, allowing the others to see the world through his own blackened eyes. Through a vivid reinterpretation of colors.

“Animals? They are sentient if they are. They remind me of the Hyenas on Mars--the endangered few that survived Earth's previous life. Descendants perhaps?” His voice was rather loud as he scooted from his stool and approached with a steady, casual saunter. The three were muscled beasts, all standing on their hind legs and covered in tribal, scrap metal dress. Were they natives? Either way they interested him greatly.

Aris stopped in front of the three of them without a word as he looked them over. They were a head or so taller than him and if not for his “Starborne” would have been several times deadlier. His golden armor clattered as he folded his arms over his chest, ignored the following two, and instinctively stared up at the leader.

@Cuddle Pot
It's been reborn and so I would like to renter. I'm probably going to use the same FC, a human if that's okay or are you at capacity?
ARIS THE OCULUS

The glowing entity's connection to the Starborne was nebulous at best. A mystery that Aris knew—even with his extensive knowledge and experience—would be hard to solve. Her recollection of the Gargon v Celsi wars only added on to his conclusion. He bit the soft of his lip beneath his helm before turning back towards the counter, his interest seemingly peaked. Adolescent but oddly wise, Aris’ voice was naturally condescending.

“Hmm, I shall trust your account. It’s very well likely that did occur.” His glass remained untouched, just as they always had when he ordered alcohol.

Before long Aris had finally noticed a machine-man nearby. He got the feeling the man or machine had been close for some time, however, he must have instinctively ignored him. A insect wrapped in metal, he thought to himself.

The Omino clad in gold eyed the job notice above. It may be advantageous to take on such a request. The title seems to imply that a hunt of sorts would be involved. It may be best for him to acquaint himself with the beasts that roamed the reborn world.
ARIS THE OCULUS

It was near instant, a pull towards the static glow wrapped in clothing. He recognized it wasn’t his own intentions rather the will of the “Starborne” inside of him. He contemplated it for a moment but refused to face the unknown entity. From the way she dressed—among other things—It would appear the energy-being was female.

A kindred feeling perhaps? He sifted through the incomprehensible emotions and pulled the most dominant. No, an affinity.

Her words had suggested that she too had known the initial cause of the war. Aris had believed it was lost in the bloodshed, that only the long-lived and lucky would have known. He frowned behind his mask and sunk into a dastardly mood. He was not pleased though the reason why escaped him.

“Many did die. I just refused to be one of them. To die in that war would be the same as falling onto your own blade. Utterly useless and impractical. You say the war was over a squabble, I always heard it was because Celsi had killed Gargon’s brother. Was that not the truth?” he asked, turning his attention towards the glow.
@RedXCross I'm more inclined to using a free post. As long as we use judgement and don't go to far.
I'm just waking up and all but today has been amazing so far. I gotta work tonight but I got an awesome amount of sleep.

Also, what the Posting Regulations for the story. Are we going in a set order or freepost?
ARIS THE OCULUS

The bar was dim but vibrantly detailed. The world was the same but that was of no consequence at the moment. In the bar that had been named Debris—accurately named for its dusty atmosphere—Aris was a gleaming entity on his lonesome sitting at the long counter. Dark fur skinned from the legendary Yonsilk of Jupiter hung from his shoulders and waist, any competent interstellar zoologist would assume he bought it from the Black Market. It was largely avoided, even by hunters.

Regardless, Aris acknowledged the small impatience that wiggled from his “Starborne” all of asudden. It had been making itself known lately. The excitement of endless possibilities egging it on. And that was exactly why Aris had chosen the less-than desirable establishment to dine at for the past two weeks. Information passed through there like the storms of Uranus, constant and undisturbed. A pattern that seemed near infinite.

He placed a golden hand onto the counter and tapped the wood twice with his sharp finger plates. It had become his calling card for drinks since his arrival and he knew the cyborg that managed the place knew it; it was always high-pitch and distinctive, like the shrill of an elegant bell.

Aris found the man out the pitch-black eyeholes of his helm, a smaller pair rested beneath the larger ones. “ You fought in the Dark Age?” he questioned with cold intrigue. “I fought in the war of Gargon v Celsi.” he continued casually, a witness to the initial skirmish that begun the altogether separate civil war.

Gargon of Himwa—had spat on the respect that Celsi—prince of the Jewels—had showed for his slain brother. It was an amusing spectacle that seemed forgotten in all the bloodshed. Till this day bad blood still lingers between the two clans of Pluto.

He purposely left the truth out that he had kill Gargon’s brother in order to obtain his ship, it was more incriminating than useful. “ It was nearly as bloody as the Dark Age. How did you survive such... atrocities?” Though he had witnessed far worse in his conquest of planets and gruesome work as a mercenary, Aris' greatest weapon was his cunning nature. It was hard-fought to keep his dominating tendencies intact but it would be worth it when he put his plans into action.
I'm use to having a Skype chat group for RP's. I find it keeps the group tied together. I vote yes though I'll PM anyone I want to get in touch with even if we don't do it.
Did we have anymore interest in the check?
We have a nice mesh of characters so far. Another long-lived being might keep Aris in check for a bit (talking about Sera by the way). I might need to run into her early on, it'll be a good reason to hold off his subjugating tendencies.
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