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all deez character sheets that are supra long
I'm rusty on my RPing.
I'm rusty on my RPing.
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Well I guess I'm joining this, since Tree linked it to me, if you'll have me.
>2 months ago
You really think so?
You really think so?
I have not been hit by a truck.
Just informing you guys, if you were worried.
Just informing you guys, if you were worried.
My imagination concerning magical girl transformations is very limited.
(Whoops, forgot about this for a moment! Quick post!)
Glaive analyzed the Reaper troops closely. They didn't seem weak in the slightest. The Cannibals wielded an arm cannon that undoubtedly powerful due to its size. The Marauder seemed the weakest, but Glaive knew better, they probably had some ability to boost the strength of the Reapers around them. The Ravagers seemed familiar, he couldn't quite put his tongue on it. He ignored it for now, he assumed the Ravagers would be ranged fire support, but what were those sacks? Most likely weak points, but why would the Reapers design a warrior with such blatant weak points? Glaive mused to himself for a second, they would see during the mission.
The Commander asked if there were any questions, and Glaive rose from his seat. "Excuse me, but what of the MIlitia itself? What is their status?" Glaive concernedly inquired.
Glaive analyzed the Reaper troops closely. They didn't seem weak in the slightest. The Cannibals wielded an arm cannon that undoubtedly powerful due to its size. The Marauder seemed the weakest, but Glaive knew better, they probably had some ability to boost the strength of the Reapers around them. The Ravagers seemed familiar, he couldn't quite put his tongue on it. He ignored it for now, he assumed the Ravagers would be ranged fire support, but what were those sacks? Most likely weak points, but why would the Reapers design a warrior with such blatant weak points? Glaive mused to himself for a second, they would see during the mission.
The Commander asked if there were any questions, and Glaive rose from his seat. "Excuse me, but what of the MIlitia itself? What is their status?" Glaive concernedly inquired.
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The Nameless Grunts - Story of the 67th Legion (Star Wars Trooper RP)
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Unfortunately the requisition for desert camo didn't go through fast enough, and Thirteen was stuck with his standard Legion armor, white and green. Not really suitable camouflage for a desert world such as Geonosis. Thirteen fired two shots, hitting a B1 Battledroid in the chest, double tapping was something he thought was a good idea. Never know when those droids get a redundant system upgrade, he thought. He glanced back at the Jedi, some of them were slackjawed at the sudden insertion. He grinned, they didn't know they were going to have backup, this struck to him as amusing.
He fired a few more shots into the crowd of Battledroids, turning his attention back at the enemy ahead when a trooper next to him was hit in the gut. Thirteen glanced at the fallen trooper, two more shots at the legs of a B2 Super Battledroid, taking them off. He crouched next to the wounded trooper and placed two fingers at his neck, still a pulse. Thirteen spotted a Medic nearby and waved him over.
"Hit in the gut." Thirteen reported, crouching in front of them, providing cover.
"I see it, he'll be fine." The Medic replied, already working on the wound.
Thirteen slapped the wounded trooper on the shoulder, "A week or two and you'll be back racking up your kill count, Trooper."
In a moment, the LAAT/i convoy was hovering over the ground. The medic tapped Thirteens shoulder twice to get his attention, when he looked back at the medic, he saw Striker Eureka. Thirteen nodded at the Medic and the two of them lifted the wounded trooper up, he grunted, still gripping his rifle. The three of them walked back to Striker, and they put the wounded trooper in the LAAT/i. The medic hopped in and continued to work on his patient and Thirteen sat on the edge of the deck, still firing into the crowd of Battledroids.
He fired a few more shots into the crowd of Battledroids, turning his attention back at the enemy ahead when a trooper next to him was hit in the gut. Thirteen glanced at the fallen trooper, two more shots at the legs of a B2 Super Battledroid, taking them off. He crouched next to the wounded trooper and placed two fingers at his neck, still a pulse. Thirteen spotted a Medic nearby and waved him over.
"Hit in the gut." Thirteen reported, crouching in front of them, providing cover.
"I see it, he'll be fine." The Medic replied, already working on the wound.
Thirteen slapped the wounded trooper on the shoulder, "A week or two and you'll be back racking up your kill count, Trooper."
In a moment, the LAAT/i convoy was hovering over the ground. The medic tapped Thirteens shoulder twice to get his attention, when he looked back at the medic, he saw Striker Eureka. Thirteen nodded at the Medic and the two of them lifted the wounded trooper up, he grunted, still gripping his rifle. The three of them walked back to Striker, and they put the wounded trooper in the LAAT/i. The medic hopped in and continued to work on his patient and Thirteen sat on the edge of the deck, still firing into the crowd of Battledroids.
Mr_pink said
Uh, Skyrte? If you were talking about my character in your post then he's a Volus...
I just realized that, fixed it just now.
Uh...
Travis is like, a human... Name...
-hides in corner-
Urdnot Glaive didn't have a suit on, instead he wore his armor, he was somewhat of a late joiner to the crew and he didn't expect this whole ceremony. Glaive stood behind most of the crew, so he wouldn't block anyone when the photographers took their pictures. Sort of a good thing too, he was almost twice the height of some of the crew members present. The majority of the crew had military training and discipline, standing like statues at attention, Glaive was sort of good at that. But when they pulled off their crisp salutes, Glaive knew he couldn't match them and just stood still. He felt a little bad at that. His head hung a little low when he entered the ship through the airlock, he was careful not to hit the top of the entrance his with shoulder hump.
By the time he entered the ship, he overheard two people introducing themselves. Hearing that they were on the Away Teams, Glaive was pretty sure he was going to be fighting alongside them, where else would a Krogan be? The almost 11 foot armored Krogan entered the room and looked at the Turian and Volus. Just by glancing at them Glaive knew that they would be at least dependable. Judging by the armor the Volus was wearing, an armor dirtied and battered is an armored proven in combat. As for the Turian, Glaive knew that all Turians were warriors, trained at a young age.
"Excuse me, I heard that you two were on the Ground Teams? I believe I am as well." Glaive began, he bowed slightly to his new colleagues with his right hand on his chest, "I am Urdnot Glaive, I look forward to working alongside you."
By the time he entered the ship, he overheard two people introducing themselves. Hearing that they were on the Away Teams, Glaive was pretty sure he was going to be fighting alongside them, where else would a Krogan be? The almost 11 foot armored Krogan entered the room and looked at the Turian and Volus. Just by glancing at them Glaive knew that they would be at least dependable. Judging by the armor the Volus was wearing, an armor dirtied and battered is an armored proven in combat. As for the Turian, Glaive knew that all Turians were warriors, trained at a young age.
"Excuse me, I heard that you two were on the Ground Teams? I believe I am as well." Glaive began, he bowed slightly to his new colleagues with his right hand on his chest, "I am Urdnot Glaive, I look forward to working alongside you."
My Shepard was mostly paragon, some renegade here and there.
I set him up so that his family was killed in a Slaver raid. And then his unit was killed by Thresher Maws. By the time the games came around I imagined Shepard going, "Nobody dies this time."
Of course in ME3 people died because he knew that the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few. Gotta get those Quarian and Geth Fleets shooting things together and Krogen and Turians smashing things together.
I set him up so that his family was killed in a Slaver raid. And then his unit was killed by Thresher Maws. By the time the games came around I imagined Shepard going, "Nobody dies this time."
Of course in ME3 people died because he knew that the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few. Gotta get those Quarian and Geth Fleets shooting things together and Krogen and Turians smashing things together.
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