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A Silent Voice is great.
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fabricant i don't know you that well but in between your waifu tastes and your calling out centrists i have come to respect you
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"By long tradition, the elder speaks first."
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Bio



[ "Four-Legged Frog" ]




[ "Eight-Legged Day" ]




[ "Twelve-Armed Wheel" ]

Here's a secret: Right now, this bio is acting as a planner for an RP I want to make.

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After careful consideration and hours of scraping through Dossiers, @Amaranth and I have determined which of you folk would be most suited for our current mission.

To start, we'll list those who we felt did not make the cut. Comments here will be rather barebones because of HIPAA. If you are curious about your case, please submit a PM to @Scrub Mage.

@DJAtomika Hazan does not meet the standards set by other applicants.
@Fallenreaper Vellios does not meet the standards set by other applicants.
@Lotrix Molick Tinari does not meet the standards set by other applicants.

@Star Lord Yanagita Shunji is a fine character, but unfortunately, there are a few issues which prevent us from accepting him at this time. If there is an opening, you'll be kept in mind.
@Eisenhorn While we quite liked Voto'tos, we feel that the role he fills is occupied by other characters of just slightly higher quality. Should their be an opening, you'll be kept in mind.
@Rtron I absolutely adore Key. I don't dish out this comment often at all, so please take it for all that it is worth. If there is an opening, you'll be kept in mind.


Now for the rest of you lot. Again, I'll keep my comments rather plain in comparison to what I want to write, but this is simply because I have spent the last two days stewing over your characters and cannot wait to take a break. As with above, PM me if you'd like more specificity regarding my thoughts.

@Dervish Ardan is a straight-edge with a bit of neurosis. From the application you've submitted it is clear that you crafted your character with an eye aimed toward the rich Turian culture and with a desire to have a fully realized individual. All that I would recommend is doing a quick proofread before switching Ardan over to the characters tab.

@Stormflyx Naryxa is the mother the group needs. Her view seems to be much more tame than some of the others, but her long history will give her an insight that the other characters seem to lack. Personally, I am interested in seeing how you handle PTSD with an Asari. Just about the only notes I would before switching her over to the character tabs would be mostly just to do some light proofreading. Personally, the second-to-last paragraph raises some questions about the seriousness of her Mercenary career for me, but I will leave that to your discretion.

@Spoopy Scary Shy is a golden god. Move her over. The only thing I'd have you do is some proofreading. It feels like you got tired while writing the application, so just clean some of that up so it flows better, thanks.

@Hank Kyo is, aside from Key, the character which screams Shadowrun the most to me. His background in Corporate Espionage also makes him a prime candidate for the work the crew will be doing. The only thing I'd really like to see out of him is more specificity regarding the philosophies he draws from, but as it stands now I am fine with him moving over to the characters tab. Also, even though it is a joke, please remove the line regarding Kai Leng from the misc.

@Mortarion Khosin is a great foil to Ardan, given his reformed racism. His character reminds me of Gaichu from Shadowrun: Hong Kong, and his viewpoints will provide a nice contrast to just about everyone in the party. His philosophy of war offers combined with the aforementioned reformed racism offer an interesting character dynamic that I don't think is present in the others. Just do some proofreading and cleaning up before moving him on over.

@Heat Zaash provides an interesting take on a Vorcha. Not only that, but considering the amount of people who hate Vorcha for no good reason in this party, it will be interesting to see how they change with him in their lives. While we're not exactly sure what the extent of Vorcha biotics is in-universe, I am willing to take a leap and let the Vanguard get through. Aside from proofreading, all that we require you to do is carefully consider the effects of addiction on a Vorcha. A part of me wonders if it would be possible for a Vorcha to become addicted to Red Sand in the first place, considering their physiology is hyper-adaptable to conditions including resource scarcity. I'd say you are accepted, but before moving over to the Character Tab let's have a discussion to figure that bit out.


Alright, now that you're all out of the way, I suppose I can devote time to planning the rest of the RP. : ^ )
I donโ€™t think Amaranth plopped up a Discord server yet, so hereโ€™s a link:

discord.gg/TMyx5jh

Iโ€™ll tell her to add it onto the OOC.
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Sirius sighed. Bryn had come a long way since they had first met, but two hours just wasnโ€™t good enough. He yawned, creeping age getting the best of him. Well, they could do better, but now was a perfect time for a break. He pushed his own sword to the ground. It wasnโ€™t his most favored weapon โ€“ he preferred a two-handed club, though he had always been told that such a thing was primitive โ€“ but, it was the weapon heโ€™d brought along for this excursion. Bryn had taken to the rapier, and so she wouldnโ€™t have been able to parry his club strikes unless she was particularly gifted (and, even then, it was unlikely).

โ€œWell, I suppose we could stop for now. Enjoy the view. Itโ€™s not the reason I picked this spot, but it is a nice consequence which we shouldnโ€™t ignore. Consider this a training in how to keep up morale.โ€

Training on the tops of the mountains was important. For one, it was closer to the gods, and they always enjoyed a pleasant show. But on the other hand, Sirius was as practical as he was holy, and he knew that so far up there was less air to breathe in. It was a subtle thing, but it would mean that the body would tire sooner, and it would become disciplined faster. He tried to bring her to such high places often, but it was also important that she got the feel for other terrains. A warrior who could only fight in the desert was ill equipped for a swamp, after all.

Sirius sat himself on a rock, taking a breath. Heโ€™d let Bryn rest for a few minutes, but they had to get back to training. Of course, if he pushed himself any further, theyโ€™d have to rest here. While Sirius hadnโ€™t yet detailed his plans exactly, he figured that they ought to head toward some of the Southern grasslands, do some rounds and find a few places to train. The villagers there tended to keep to themselves, but there were a few mountains which he had gone to for pilgrimage underneath his own teacher. Admittedly, he would probably be committing a crime of some sort by training his own apprentice there, but at this rate it didnโ€™t matter much.

Sirius stood, reaching for his sword again. Thirty more minutes of training, and then theyโ€™d still be able to make it.

โ€œBryn, you better lift that sword, else Iโ€™ll leave you โ€˜ere alone.โ€

Sirius was going to train, regardless of whether his apprentice followed suit. This last thirty minutes was going to be for him. While, physically, he hadnโ€™t held back on Bryn, he was still using somewhat basic swordplay techniques. Thing heโ€™d learned at her age, but with more than a few years of muscle memory to back it up. Despite being an unfavored weapon, heโ€™d still learned at least a few things beyond just bare fundamentals, so he figured now was as good a time as any to show them to Bryn.

Siriusโ€™s motions were swift, but less forceful. It was not that he was holding back, but rather, he was planning to disorient Bryn with a flurry of blows. While he was growing tired, he knew that his apprentice must be more so. Of course, it was important to him that she knew how to fight against it. His intense barrage was slower than he figured he could do, just a warm up so that his apprentice could see some of the openings in such an attack. Of course, he was no master, so perhaps it was too slow. But, Sirius reasoned to himself, it was good to train her observation skills.
Sirius chuckled. She was different than heโ€™d been when he was her age, that much was true. But it was refreshing to see something different. Most Iriliean knights were very stuck up, especially early on. They knew this technique and that technique, had studied under this master or that, had a gleaming gem-encrusted hilt for their sword, were prepared to see men die, and so on. Once heโ€™d heard a kid gloat about how proficient heโ€™d grown at slicing goats. Some of the older knights laughed about how great of a butcher he should be, but he wound up being trained nonetheless. Someone in his family had, apparently, too much wealth on their hands.

But to hear someone admit that they want to learn was refreshing. It was rare. Or maybe he just hadnโ€™t been listening. Heโ€™d never actually trained an apprentice, and there were some higher-ups breathing on his neck to produce an โ€œheirโ€. He couldnโ€™t take a female apprentice, however, so he would have to let the girl down gently. Still, she had promise. Purpose, even. Then again, sheโ€™d also just leveled a man to the ground. Then again, heโ€™d done worse. A terrible predicament, really. So, Sirius opened his mouth to deliver the bad news.

And, just then, his back started to ache.

โ€œDamnable ageโ€ฆโ€

The words came out as a mumble just barely under the breath.

โ€œTell you what. I need to gather some provisions. If you help me lug some of the stuff around, Iโ€™ll help you with your form. But thatโ€™s about it.โ€

Someone as persistent as her would probably follow along, accept the deal, and try to negotiate something better later. Easier to break the news without breaking his back. So, Sirius turned around, trying his best not to showcase his old age. His walk was still confident, filled with all the luster of an aged knight. Of course, part of him felt off giving a show, but knights were supposed to look their best. Or something like that.

Sirius weaved through the capital with expert direction. Heโ€™d been here many times. It was, arguably, his home. Of course, a nomadic lifestyle like his negated any real roots, but he had friends here. He returned his orders here. Wasnโ€™t that what a home was? Sirius grumbled in his mind, knowing full well that the answer was no. He didnโ€™t turn to face the village girl. With luck, sheโ€™d have sought out someone younger. Thatโ€™d take a load of guilt off him.

Well, maybe his back ache was fate trying to steer his hand. That rule against ladies being knights was as old as the order itself. No wonder no fresh blood came in. A bunch of nobles sent in their vastly underprepared sons to play at being soldier for a few years before coming home without having done anything in service to their liege, or even worse, having been changed by the things theyโ€™d seen. The few village boys were often better at this sort of thing. They were used to hard work. Often, they were dedicated. Motivated, some of the time. Sure, Sirius himself had technically been the son of a noble, but he was already used to hardwork before then. A nobleโ€™s life never suited him. And, to be frank, it still didnโ€™t.

โ€œAye, just up ahead in here.โ€

Sirius had navigated the paths offhandedly, not really paying attention but still knowing full well where he was headed. A little shop with walls overflowing with necessities. And, even better, the owner was a dear friend who gave him his favorite pastries. The owner gave him whatever pastries heโ€™d baked for the day. A life of war was over for this shopkeep, twenty-two years too late. Those years would have been spent better at a bakery of his own. Regardless, too many pastries later and with an excess of other provisions to lug around (food, water, a couple of torches, and everything an old knight would need to be overprepared), Sirius was done with his business.

โ€œAlright, basic weight training. Do this enough and youโ€™ll be strong. Make sure you donโ€™t throw out your back. We go until youโ€™re tired, then Iโ€™ll help you with your form.โ€

Truthfully, heโ€™d never trained an apprentice. And most of his knowledge was muscle memory. Heโ€™d forgotten what his instructor looked like by now. Well, not really. He still remembered him very vividly. But only his face. His name had escaped him some years back. But now that he was acting as an instructor, it almost came back. Not quite, though.
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