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My Name is Shadow Daedalus, but I will accept pretty much any diminutive form you can come up with. I am active in the GMT Timezone, and I mention this to help coordinate posting times with others.

I like to RP things with fighting and grit, but chilled out RPs are good too. I'm a little out of practice, so my writing style falls anywhere between Low-Casual and High-Casual.

Wide range of tastes, like Sci-fi, Modern, Fantasy and Historical. This also includes a diverse range of Fandom content, especially Games and Anime.

I don't usually play more that three characters at a time, and I'm more comfortable as a male character, but I might try to expand more in the future, you'll have to wait and see...

Not very interesting, so feel free to ask me questions :D

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@Dyelli Beybi I can, it'll probably help with organising stuff
Lmk if anything needs editing, I threw that together so Urses was at least introduced before the story progressed too far without him lol
Urses Mallory




'Today is just getting more and more difficult...' was the prevailing thought of one Corporal Urses Mallory as he ducked behind the burnt out wreck of a motorcar, just in time to avoid the attention of a squad of red-banded Insurrectionists dressed in a mix of military garb and civilian clothes but all bearing weapons and the obvious intent to use them as they ran past. When he was first given the posting in Inbur, it was supposed to be relatively smooth sailing; Work along aside the rest of his small unit as part of joint training with the various Inburian Militaries' associated Medical Corps, bolster a co-operative between the two nations, maybe cozy up with some of the local women and at the end, collect a nice pay bump when he got back to base in Favis...

Instead, the Calarians and their Communualist allies within the Empire had struck the city fast and hard while Urses was supposed to be enjoying a day's leave. He'd returned to his post as soon as he could, but the revolutionaries had been both brutal and effective; They must've attacked the outpost before the soldiers inside had been able to mount an effective defense and had ultimately overwhelmed them. By the time Urses had arrived most of his unit were dead and any survivors must have been scattered to the wind, but based on the number of bodies he'd stepped over, they'd made those damn Communalists bleed for every inch. Without a command structure or any clear goal, he'd gathered whatever supplies he could, including enough to build a rather comprehensive if rough-shod medical kit, and set out to make his escape.

He'd spied the silhouette of Zeppelin #27 through the smoke, but he had decided to try more conventional means of escape first; Better to have the 'hail-mary' option until all others failed, he'd thought. Undoubtedly, others had noticed the airship but there was a decent chance that also included the insurrectionists and/or their Calarian allies, and the rebels certainly wouldn't want to leave an asset like that unsecured for long... Lady Luck, however, seemed to have other ideas. With Calarians surrounding one side of the city and the panicked rush of fleeing civilians cloying all escape routes on the other, Urses found the decision being made for him as he bit back every curse on his tongue to avoid being spotted.

As the roaming squad moved on, so did Urses as he scrambled out from behind the wreck and made his way toward the Military Zeppelin Base. As he drew closer, he could see mooring lines beginning to fall away and bit back even more curses in lieu of running faster. Even as his legs started to hurt and his throat burned, he didn't allow himself to slow until he saw what he could only hope were more escapees; He clocked the weapons that some of them carried, but between the lack of red armbands and the fact they were obviously prepping the airship to leave he dared let himself hope they weren't going to gun him down on sight. Slowing his pace as he neared, he raised his hands to show he wasn't holding either of the weapons he was carrying as he called out to whoever would answer him. His obviously Favisian accent was hopefully enough to disuade them from shooting him outright at the very least..

"HEY, Hold up a minute! Corporal Urses Mallory, Royal Army Medical Corps. Is anyone hurt?"


Sorry for the delay, this has been sat half-written for far too long and I finally got round to finishing it off. Fun fact, his last name was originally Carter, but I saw that we now have a Carter already and decided to change it to avoid giving someone a distant cousin they didn't ask for haha
...Just gonna express my interest here before the OOC goes up, if y'all will have me. Are you also going for a low-key dieselpunk vibe as well, or is it just low-fantasy 1912?
Ok, first post is up, please lmk if anything needs adjusting or trimming and I'll get right on it in the morning
March 12th, 2014
Malta Defence Forces HQ > Men's Barracks, Shattered Steel HQ
Luqa International Airport
Malta, The Mediterranean


The rest of the squadron were already bunked down for the night as their final member touched down on the tarmac and taxied to the area set aside for his aircraft. A somehow even more last-minute addition, Illya had been reassigned to Cobalt Haze as the second replacement for the two pilots that had to drop out of the operation before they'd even left The Forge. Because it had been so last-minute though, There wasn't enough time for all the necessary preps and checks to be complete before the rest of the squadron went wheels-up, so he hadn't been able to leave with them...

The flight over was uneventful, but he didn't mind. It was peaceful, and quiet. Once he was back on terra-firma, he'd wasted no time before squaring things away with the ground crew and making for the Barracks to rest for the following day's operation. Seeking not to disturb the others in the room already asleep, he moved carefully and deliberately to the bunk in the quietest corner of the room and finally settled in for the night...

March 13th, 2014
Malta Defence Forces HQ
Luqa International Airport
Malta, The Mediterranean


Illya was not happy. Perhaps it was his late addition to the team, but something had gone wrong or been forgotten and it had resulted in his wake-up call being neglected and he had very nearly missed the briefing. Hardly the best way to make a first impression, he'd gotten ready as quickly as he could and hauled ass to the briefing room, only to narrowly avoid having the door closed in his face; A quiet apology later, he slipped into the back of the room quietly to catch as much of the briefing as he could but he picked up on a glaring detail as the room lights flicked back on and, after taking a moment to swallow his nerves, spoke up as he offered a quick salute.

"Lt. Illya Sokolov, sir. I apologise for my late arrival, but I was under the impression you had already received my dossier and wished to ask about my role in the operation."
I can do that, sure. It'll probably be relatively short, just a 'hey, he's here now' kind of post until the others have a chance to meet him. I never thought to check, but I assume his rank is 2nd Lt.? That puts him in-line with the other pilots of the group
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