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    1. Selig 6 yrs ago

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Courtesy post to let you know I'm pulling out of this. I've been thinking it over, and roleplay isn't for me. Thanks for having me briefly.
Looks like Scarescrow has taken over GM position.

Edit: That might have sounded like I was saying something I wasn't. I'm just curious as to where we are.
Random powers sound fun. I could be into this.
I'm intrigued.
"Command sounds like a very good idea!" yelled Romon, while continuing to take pot-shots, "We can't let the Rebels take this station. Any station."
When the firefight broke out, Romon was quick to leap behind one of the control consoles in the room. After taking a few deep breaths to compose himself, he gently raised his head out of cover to try and make sense of what was going on. That didn't take long to work out.

'We are under attack. There are Rebels in the station. I am unarmed because we're not meant to be on duty yet!' These thoughts raced through Romon's mind, and he slipped back down into cover. He scanned his immediate surroundings looking for an emergency equipment locker. Spotting one on the other side of the room, he scampered over, ripped the door open, and took out a pistol. 'Eh, looks weak, but it'll have to do.' Slightly disappointed with his findings, Romon, still crouched, swivelled round, and looked to see where he should join the fight from.

Behind the very big guy with very big gun appeared to be as good a place as any, so firing at what he assumed were Rebels, Romon made his way over to his squadmates.
The doors of the control room swooshed open, and through them stepped a bleary-eyed Stormtrooper, carrying his helmet under his arm. Yawning, he looked up, and was startled to see the others before him.

"Hm? Oh! Right then, one sec." He shot forward into line, placed his helmet on, and snapped to attention with a salute. "Private Davvik reporting in, sah! Forgive my lateness, sah!"

If anyone could see under his helmet, they would've seen a very worried face.
Name: Romon Davvik
Age: 27
Appearance: Average height, medium build with little muscle definition. Short-cut red hair.
Personality: A simple man. He follows his orders and is pleasant to other people, as long as they are pleasant to him in return.
Bio: A Stormtrooper. His father was a Stormtrooper, his father was a Stormtrooper, and his father was an accountant, but his brother was a Stormtrooper.
Skills (at first, this will not matter, but who knows?): Can run a bit fast and punch a bit hard. Could run faster and punch harder if he trained properly.
Other: To be discovered.

Is that too bland?
@Cereline

Hey. Checking in from your reply to my intro. You look like you've got a good group already, so I won't throw myself right in, but I'll follow this and see where you end up.
Reply hi!

I'm European, too, but nights aren't good for me.
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