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6 mos ago
Current Ah, That makes sense. My thanks.
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6 mos ago
Been here 2 years, still have no idea what a VM is...
10 mos ago
That's... not quite how you do it...
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10 mos ago
I feel like everyone has an RP or two that they want to revive. For me, I want to go back to 'The Magical Plight', one of my first decent-length RPs. Not sure how many of the others would want to tho.
10 mos ago
I'm making a hesitiant return after quitting 3 months ago. My life is in a slightly better place, so maybe I can make it through the year without any new scars.


My Name is Shadow Daedalus, or 'Dae' for short

I like to RP things with fighting and grit, but chilled out RPs are good too. (Just nothing fluffy like sunshine and rainbows, ick)

I am a fairly literary person and I like to write stories in my spare time, so my RP style is quite descriptive.

Wide range of tastes, like Sci-fi, Modern, Fantasy and Historical

I don't usually play more that one character 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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This immediately caught my eye, I remember your old one. I'll drop you a PM
I was trying to wait for Wildman to finish their CS before I posted so they wouldn't be left behind but this is getting a bit drawn out
@The Jest With that, we should have a full crew.
@DeadDrop Kinda, don't have time to post anything tho
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RNTS Fair Lady - Orbit of Hesperius
8/5/2145 - ???? Hrs

Pulling his boot strings tight, James gave a quick glance to his bunk-mates. He recognised a few faces from the 201st, and he spied one or two from the 24th as well, but most of them were new to him. A few were openly glaring at him and his fellow 201st Marines, and he levelled them with a hard stare. 'Feds then.' It was pretty easy to work out when you took into account the reputation the 201st had amongst Federation forces, and the Republic soldiers that agreed with them were better at hiding it. One of the Fed troops matched his stare, probably hoping to get him to back down, and he raised an eyebrow mockingly. He could see the Fed getting agitated and they made to stand up, presumably to cross the bunk hall and start something, only for another to grab their arm and stop them. James just smirked and laughed through his nose, tying his barely polished boots and rolling the sleeves of his uniform up. He'll be damned before he gave a shit about something as pointless as keeping his uniform parade clean.

When the Muster call came through, he wasn't far from the muster station so he wasn't making a dash for it but he still made it in time to catch the beginning of the briefing. He mentally logged the important information, but tuned out during the second half. He physically rolled his eyes at the General's ramblings about the division's history in one of those wars over a century ago, and the assumption that anyone even gave a shit. If he wasn't mistaken, James could trace his linage back to the southern tip of the central continent, 'Africa' if memory served him right, so he had no reason to.

The briefing over, James wandered to the nearest mess hall with a copy of the mission details on a data tablet. He grabbed a coffee, black with 3 sugars, and sat down to review what he needed equipment wise. As a sniper, he'll probably be called in to pick off troublesome targets that the regular infantry would have trouble with, like MG Nests or counter-sniping, but the nature of Woodland combat, i.e. lots of trees providing irregular sightlines and plenty of cover, would mean that the lower rate of fire and increased length of the M20A2 would be a detriment in the jungle. The reduced power of the SR20-D wouldn't be a problem unless they came across light armoured units, but if the primary objective was to secure a fortification then he wouldn't be expecting more than soft targets. The close confines of an enemy fortification would necessitate a CQC option, but the standard M9A1 sidearm might fall a little short, so It might be worth taking an M15A4 to compensate...

As he read over the file, he zoned out of his surroundings. He wasn't really interested in socialising, but food and drink wasn't permitted outside of the mess-hall and he'd pushed a few too many boundaries recently so he really couldn't be bothered to deal with a drilling from his CO.

Interactions: Bel Cleargarden @Vongola_Hasayo

In the fading light of the Evening sun, Nero found himself scanning the faces of the people along the dockside as he stepped off of the deck of the small ship that he'd arrived on, leaving the soft, painful moans of its unconscious crew laying below deck. He'd have preferred a quiet journey over, but they apparently decided differently and went to jump him when they neared land, Through no fault of his own, mind you. Normally he'd have put a bullet through each of them, but land was close and they were probably just desperate enough to go for his bounty so they weren't worth killing.

He slid through the small crowds of people like a blade through water, eventually finding himself along what appeared to be a market street. He, for the most part, managed to avoid standing out but his scars and heterochromatic eyes still managed to draw a few stares from the curious ones, and a few interested looks from the fairer gender. His signature armoury of Conflict, Discord and a disassembled 'Devil's Eye' were stashed in the black leather messenger bag at his side, while Ebon sat just below his hip in a custom holster and Ravensdown was slung tightly across his back. A commotion drew his attention and he looked across to the two run-of-the-mill scumbag pirates accosting a maid of all things. He began to move closer when the first one's hand closed around her arm, a slightly scowl on his face. The seconded pulled his blade on the merchant in front of them and Nero's hand went to Ebon, but stopped when he noticed the maid's grip on the other man's arm. He left the pistol holstered and watched as she instead beat the daylights out of them, both impressed and surprised.

He heard her introduce herself and quickly reached into his bag to produce a stack of wanted posters, flipping through them quickly. He found the ones matching the two pirates but nothing for the maid, Bel Cleargarden if he'd heard correctly, which was a little unusual because most people that could fight had a bounty or worked for the Marines. Mentally shrugging, he took the two pirate's bounty posters out of the stack and returned the rest to his bag before stepping up to Bel. The bounties were only pocket-change on their own, but they were a fair amount and Nero certainly wouldn't turn down a little extra change in his pocket. Bel hardly seemed the bounty hunting type, so maybe she'd let him claim the reward?

"Hey, you turning these in or do you mind if I take them off your hands?"
@Liotrent I was playing with a couple of IC ideas, but tbh I've been pretty distracted with other IRL stuff and lost motivation for a bit. I'll try to get something up by tomorrow
@Melo I probably should have been more critical in the first place, but I was running on empty and kinda just went through Martial Arts and picked them based on 'that one doesn't seem too op'
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