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Vincent Ventri






Vincent took hold of the main controls as the captain began to set them to course, the stone turner was the largest vessel that the old blackwing had ever flown, however he was confident in his skills as a pilot. Vincent began to run his hands over the dials and switches to get the massive ship moving, the captain called out his warning for the crew to grab hold, the jump was a new experience, something that he had never had to deal with in the smaller fighters he was accustomed to, though upon arrival, he was not disappointed.

Vincent looked out over the red star, he had to shield his sensitive eyes but once he got a pair of sunglasses on he could look out over the majesty of the light, "This jumper truly is a marvel, never thought I would be so close to a star." Vincent sat back a bit as he looked it over, "Captain, Trozzk, is it known for anything important?"
Milo Ventri






Milo hopped back into his truck after tossing his cigarette into the street, he had procrastinated enough, and he had to get a few things together at the shop anyway, that and the wood he had picked up was going to be harder to move alone when he gets there. Milo sighed as he drove back solemnly, the weight of his time in Sol has been taking him for a ride as of late, he thought he had few friends before, but now with work and the issues surrounding Paige's case, he felt more alone than normal. There was a side of him that was happy that he was alone, he had already drug Paige in. He pulled up to his shop and began offloading the wood, it only took him a few minutes but after a time he decided that work was done for the day, the benefit of running your own business, and he grabbed a fishing rod from the wall and headed out to the harbor.

The water was pretty cold, but there are always some fish biting, even in the worst days, Milo always felt better when he was fishing. Milo knew that he had a good amount of time between now and his date at the range. At least for the moment he could relax.
oh that fake message tool is adorable.
Vincent Carlisle






The assault did exactly what he had wanted, she was out of the circle, though he wasn't sure if that meant the magic no longer had an effect, she didn't seem desperate to get back in to the circle, so little so that she leap out to get a kick in on his back. The hardened leather of his armor absorbed quite a bit of the blow however, but to be thrown off so easily didn't sit well with him. He took note of what he could, she was quite acrobatic, as well as prepared to handle a melee opponent, the Academy doesn't let in just any fighter he supposed, he knew that now that he had landed a blow, her guardian circle was fading, her acrobatics would keep her likely from being struck again from the greatsword, it was back to plan A then.

Vincent repositioned as he fell, driving the greatsword into the ground stopping him before landing on the blades on the ground, he grabbed two and heaved them directly toward the opponent, and then rushed her with two more retrieved from the ground, the only option was to remain in her melee, while landing blows to weaken the spell, now that he knows what the spell does, getting caught off guard and off balance wouldn't happen again.

@PaulHaynek
We will be beginning the game post recruitment right?
I like all those names.... Vincent will use none of them.
Milo Ventri


Monday afternoon


Various locations, ending at Corona park






Milo looked at his phone as the ringer went off, a message from Paige, she wanted to go to a gun range. Milo tilted his head a bit, Milo knows Paige is an excellent shot, but she knew that he was a gunsmith, and a hunter.... and competitive.... Milo sent the message back, of course he was willing to have a shootout, though, he may need to get a couple things from home, she would probably expect him to use the heavy cannon in his coat. Milo left some cash on the table as he stood and left the restaurant, he needed to go to a few locations and grab a few things that his jobs required.

Milo pulled up to a shop near Corona Park, one of his contacts had gotten hold of some lumber he needed and had better prices than buying online, he looked out at the park and saw many people, it was pretty cold around here, maybe that was just him, he did come from a more tropical climate, not to mention he worked with flames all day, however it was nice to see that not all of this town was a pit like what he had seen. Milo and his friend started to get the chunks of wood out of the shop and to his truck, they set the logs down with heavy thuds, it wasn't like Milo was trying to watch the paint or anything.

"Thanks a ton Claude, some of this is pretty hard to come by even online." Milo said as he wiped his brow.

Claude, an older black man leaned against the truck, "Yeah, well, you come by the next time I can't get that heater goin', yeah?" Milo grinned and nodded, "Oh, by the way, you gonna do a boil or anything soon?"

Milo laughed, "Don't worry, no more teasing, I will give you a call when the price on crayfish goes down a bit." Claude clapped him on the shoulder and went back in the shop. Milo stood outside his truck after shutting the bed, most of what he needed had been retrieved, he figured a few more minutes to enjoy the day couldn't hurt, it wasn't like Paige was expecting him at the range til later anyway, he reached into his shirts breast pocket and pulled out a cigarette, he had started to roll his own a while back, that way he didn't have to taste the tobacco massacre that is Marlboro.


Name: Vincent Ventri

Age: 30

Race: Drow (dark elf)

Plane of Origin: Razka: A plane of eternal twilight, the darkness of Razka and the many smaller colonies within the plane created many races designed for the darkness. The Drow are a the main sentient life form in Razka, they have formed a culture around flight, something about the darkness of their world drives them to the sky seeking the light. The main antagonistic force that faces the Drow are the Grudli, a race of golem like creatures, they abhor the manipulation of the earth that the Drow have done, they destroy any and all forms of technological advancement that they can reach, however the Blackwings, the air force of the Drow, are skilled at the eradication of the ever present threat.

Backstory: Vincent, an experienced pilot of the Blackwings, a decorated war hero, a forgotten casualty, long before the arrival of the what he calls "The Jumper" he fought as a pilot and soldier, the Grudli however, after many attack and successful runs managed to finally draw his ship from the sky. While stuck within the land of the Grudli, he fought wave after wave barely holding back the monsters, when rescue had arrived, he was no longer the same man, he was discharged from the military, and left to his own devices. the moment he saw the jumpship, he knew he needed to get back to the sky, this one and beyond, it was through his own exploits that convinced them to take the retired pilot on, but likely, they knew they would not regret it.

Notable equipment: His Blackwing pin and flight jacket, a small air powered side arm.

Notes: Has PTSD from his crash.



Name: Vincent Ventri

Age: 30

Race: Drow (dark elf)

Plane of Origin: Razka: A plane of eternal twilight, the darkness of Razka and the many smaller colonies within the plane created many races designed for the darkness. The Drow are a the main sentient life form in Razka, they have formed a culture around flight, something about the darkness of their world drives them to the sky seeking the light. The main antagonistic force that faces the Drow are the Grudli, a race of golem like creatures, they abhor the manipulation of the earth that the Drow have done, they destroy any and all forms of technological advancement that they can reach, however the Blackwings, the air force of the Drow, are skilled at the eradication of the ever present threat.

Backstory: Vincent, an experienced pilot of the Blackwings, a decorated war hero, a forgotten casualty, long before the arrival of the what he calls "The Jumper" he fought as a pilot and soldier, the Grudli however, after many attack and successful runs managed to finally draw his ship from the sky. While stuck within the land of the Grudli, he fought wave after wave barely holding back the monsters, when rescue had arrived, he was no longer the same man, he was discharged from the military, and left to his own devices. the moment he saw the jumpship, he knew he needed to get back to the sky, this one and beyond, it was through his own exploits that convinced them to take the retired pilot on, but likely, they knew they would not regret it.

Notable equipment: His Blackwing pin and flight jacket, a small air powered side arm.

Notes: Has PTSD from his crash.
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