Veilsight"I want him to spend every moment of the rest of his life aware that I am paying him back for the terrible things he's done. He deserves to live in regret and fear for a little while. " She told him, her eyes focused ahead but full of hate. There was only two things she really hated. The UKD and how they destroyed lives, families, and freedom. And Henry for having done the same thing. She wasn't able to end the UKD just yet, but it was her long term goal. For now her immediate focus was to end Henry, and make him pay for what he has done.
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Rose
I suppose I'll start with the basics. I'm a female, age 22, married, mother, from and currently living in the US.
Started rping about 8 years ago but haven't been doing much writing in the past 3 years.
Ridiculously unpredictable schedule, nonexistent motivation, professional procrastinator, tired mom.
(2025 this is all massively out of date)
Started rping about 8 years ago but haven't been doing much writing in the past 3 years.
Ridiculously unpredictable schedule, nonexistent motivation, professional procrastinator, tired mom.
(2025 this is all massively out of date)
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Continuing to drive fast down the curvy country road Rin split her attention between Marcus and the road. "Yeah, I know the place. It's a run down old bar." she explained. Seeming almost impatient she fidgeted in her seat. Spending a large amount of time in the cockpit had caused her to grow accustom to its feel, so anything else felt wrong. "I'm figuring it would be best to get him on his way to or from there." she added.
Rin floored it and drove off quickly and seemingly wrecklessly. "Hey hey, only pilots get those fancy sunglasses!" she said reaching for them. After a second or two she gave up, realizing his stubbornness wasn't worth fighting. Before long they were out of town and driving across an open country road. "He goes out every week on this night. He enjoys getting drunk with the local low lives. We'll snag him on his way there." she said in a more serious tone.
And there's so much more traumatic details that could go in there.
Rin stood up and pulled her sunglasses from her pocket. "then let's go." she said with a deep breath. After walking out side she made her way to a old pickup truck. "A friend is letting me borrow it for the weekend." she said as she got in the driver's seat and started the engine.
Rin huffed. "they don't need to know. It could put them at more risk if they knew. But believe me, they won't miss him." she insisted, aalmost bitterly. "the family will support them. What little money I make is already going to them so that will help out." she said, leaning forward onto the table. Her hand wandered to her dog tags, absent mindedly fidgeting with them.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
Sitting up straight and staring down into her coffee she thought for a brief moment. "He is no good. There is literally nothing good about him. I have let this go on far to long, it's time I step up and take care of my family." She said with a deep seriousness, then turned her head and looked at him intensely. "I am sure, beyond any doubt am I sure." She stated plainly. Her eyes then broke from his as she reached for her coffee.
"Yeah thus far I've managed to not throw up in my helmet." She laughed. "I've seen people who have, it is not pretty!" She added. Clearing her throat and moving about slightly she thought more on why she really came here. "On a more serious note though, we need to get down to why we came here, to Tenish. " She said, her voice seeming almost hollow. Regardless of what was happening she would want to see and be with Marcus but there was a serious reason as to why they chose to come to Tenish. "The beatings are getting worse. Mom said he broke Charlie's arm last week." She said, her voice beginning to seethe with anger.
Rin slowly sipped her coffee and carefully listened to Marcus. She knew he was being purposely vague, but she couldn't blame him. If there was something he needed to talk about she knew he would talk to her. She took a long deep breath before speaking. The smell of coffee filling her senses. "It's a fucking mad house." She chuckled. "I know that's crude but it's honestly the best way to describe it. You have a few big ships duking it out with heavy weapons then a couple hundred of us Viper pilots doing the close up dog fights with their fighters. Despite being in ships it's still pretty up close and in your face. If you pause for even a split second your dead." She explained then sighed. "But damn it all if I don't love it, the flying at least. " She added. After taking another sip of her coffee she looked up at Marcus.
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