"Oh no!"? Oh man, is your guy gonna have Jojo's Eccentric Daydream?
dunno what that is
sorry
Stekkmen
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Blizzard Entertainment supports the tyrannical government of China. Blizzard Entertainment ends the careers of those who dare dissent against their chinese overlords. And they're not the only ones...
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Got to get back into the swing of the things
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In other news, Republicans in Oregon have laid siege to the state capital, shutting down the democratic process. They have the support of right-wing militia groups who have shot at police before.
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I've been on and off this website for six years now. Right now I've only barely got time for one RP, and even then I mess that up. Trying to be more consistent and online more often, because I really do enjoy online roleplaying. Hopefully, one day I'll be able to write as much as I used too. Until then, I shall brood gloomily in the shadows.
Life goes on! Hobbies change and so do schedules. I hate ghosts, so I'm trying to put myself to rest as best I can with a status and bio officially marking my departure. If I'm going to do any writing, it's going to be working on that book I always wanted to finish.
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dunno what that is
sorry
Another distant explosion rocked the entire ship. Frank, lazily leaned back in his cell, plucking at the buttons of his antique Hawaiian tourist shirt, had his legs crossed and placed across his bed. His head was rested up against the wall of his bright and utilitarian prison. He raised it and pressed it quickly against the hard wall, thunking his stone skull against it. He did it again, once more. Someone else would probably have a concussion by now. Like that idiot fleshy guard standing outside his cozy abode. Frank had been watching the guy for the last two days, looking at his mannerisms, his bad habits, his patrols, his favorite flavor of coffee and other insignificant things like that.
There was four ways he could pull of escaping this place, and his odds got better and better every time this ship's shields took a pot shot from whoever was attacking it. But, like Frank never said, better safe than sorry. All this planning was going to make his dramatic escape all the more flawless.
The first step was to trick this guard.
"Oh no!" Frank screamed. The guard foolishly dashed in to help. Frank ripped his head off and started playing hackey sack.
Yeah, somethin' like that.
Then, Frank would find his favorite gun.
They had four guards protecting his classic hand cannon, probably because they knew he was so dangerous. But it didn't matter for the clever wits of Yorkow Tingada!
Yorkow Tingada being his real name. But they didn't know that. Frank had been off the proverbial radar for years.
Frank descended from the ceiling above, crashing his rock weight onto a guard. He dashed to another one and broke his neck with a wicked nasty upper cut. As bullets rained in, he picked the electronic lock in two seconds flat, grabbed his handcannon and nailed the two guards in between the eyes. They went down like potato sacks.
This plan is getting better and better by the second.
Using his quick wits, Frank locates a map of the entire ship. Bingo. Taking a secret airduct short cut, he drops down into the hanger. The captain's ship is there. The ultimate insult. Frank breaks in and hops into the cockpit. Warning signs blare, an intruder has been detected! Doesn't matter. Using his expert hacking skills, he deactivates the security alarm.
There's just no stopping me, is there?
He takes off, activates the cosmodrive and just happens to do the Perfect Dive, travelling instantaneously to his hideout.
Oh yeah, and the ship explodes, too.
Well, that settles that. A few more minutes of carefully combing over his excellent plan, and Frank would be on his way to freedom.
Frank went back to messing with the buttons on his Hawaiian shirt.
There was four ways he could pull of escaping this place, and his odds got better and better every time this ship's shields took a pot shot from whoever was attacking it. But, like Frank never said, better safe than sorry. All this planning was going to make his dramatic escape all the more flawless.
The first step was to trick this guard.
"Oh no!" Frank screamed. The guard foolishly dashed in to help. Frank ripped his head off and started playing hackey sack.
Yeah, somethin' like that.
Then, Frank would find his favorite gun.
They had four guards protecting his classic hand cannon, probably because they knew he was so dangerous. But it didn't matter for the clever wits of Yorkow Tingada!
Yorkow Tingada being his real name. But they didn't know that. Frank had been off the proverbial radar for years.
Frank descended from the ceiling above, crashing his rock weight onto a guard. He dashed to another one and broke his neck with a wicked nasty upper cut. As bullets rained in, he picked the electronic lock in two seconds flat, grabbed his handcannon and nailed the two guards in between the eyes. They went down like potato sacks.
This plan is getting better and better by the second.
Using his quick wits, Frank locates a map of the entire ship. Bingo. Taking a secret airduct short cut, he drops down into the hanger. The captain's ship is there. The ultimate insult. Frank breaks in and hops into the cockpit. Warning signs blare, an intruder has been detected! Doesn't matter. Using his expert hacking skills, he deactivates the security alarm.
There's just no stopping me, is there?
He takes off, activates the cosmodrive and just happens to do the Perfect Dive, travelling instantaneously to his hideout.
Oh yeah, and the ship explodes, too.
Well, that settles that. A few more minutes of carefully combing over his excellent plan, and Frank would be on his way to freedom.
Frank went back to messing with the buttons on his Hawaiian shirt.
Yeah. If we want to have a proper battle of wits with our characters we're gonna have to organize in the OOC because I can't trick any of you guys in OOC.
Like I'd be like "Okay Frank wants this to happen, are you guys okay with this happening, and if you are, what would Frank have to say to get it too happen."
Like I'd be like "Okay Frank wants this to happen, are you guys okay with this happening, and if you are, what would Frank have to say to get it too happen."
Being a smuggler has more to do with being smart, not fast, no? Not needing to be fast because you're smart.
yeah
Frank is made of rock so he's not fast but he's good at conning people.
In real life I am not good at conning people so I'm gonna have to ask you in the OOC if you are okay with your character being tricked by my character if the situation arises
Name: Yorkow "Frank" Tingada
Age: 321
Gender: M
Race: Teloran
Homeworld: The Teloran homeworld
Position: Prisoner
Personality: Teloran culture revolves around being resolute in your decisions, respectful, and willing to let things slide. As such, Frank being a disrespectful wise-cracker with a love for revenge didn't do him any favors on his homeworld. Frank has a high opinion of himself to say the least, relishing in any opportunity he can get to outsmart his opponents. He's usually laid back, relaxed, but not in a way that makes others around him laid back and relaxed. When things really stop going his way and he can't fix it, he'll get angry and violent. Fortunately for him, however, he can usually swing the situations back into his favor before long. He changes his voice every once in a while, working on his impressions, and most recently he's been doing an ancient Bostonian accent.
Appearance: A being made of a rock-like substance, Franks body is thick and stout. Like his peers his irises are pure yellow, with no visible pupils. His body is balanced when it comes to the distribution of his weight, but his fore-head is large and out-set and his jaw has a major under-bite, but due to his mouth's nature of no lips or tongue it only serves to give his voice a slight echo. His forehead makes him a terrific head-butter, though.
His clothing is unorthodox. He wears an unbuttoned Hawaiian-flower shirt, where purple cartoon flowers dance on a faded teal back ground. Khakis shorts and sandals on his legs and he looks like a tourist. He figures it throws people off, and it's kind of funny. They wouldn't let him have any armor on, of course, but it doesn't matter too much because he's made of stone.
Abilities:
Frank is a smooth talker. If he had one, you could say he had a silver-tongue.
As an experienced smuggler, he's an excellent navigator and skilled pilot.
Due to his criminal background, he's got to be good with a gun, and good in a fist-fight. He is.
He's resistant to damage because of his rocky skin. So if he DOES get in a fist-fight...he'll probably win.
He has a lot of weight behind him because he's made of stone. This can help him in a lot of situations.
Over his long-life span, he's sharpened his reflexes and has a lot of experience. He has a good eye for things that he can use.
Equipment:
Somewhere stored on the ship is his favorite gun, a powerful hand-cannon custom made for his giant fingers.
He also has a few surprises in store, that I think would be better for the IC if I don't reveal them until he needs them. If I must, I will, no problem.
Biography: He was an outcast on his homeworld, none of the other Telorans shared his lust for wealth and adventure or his mean-spirit. If they did, he didn't know them, because he got "offa that stinkin' rock" as fast as he could. He quickly found a place in the criminal black-market, and over a century and half learned all the shortcuts and tricks that all the maps in the galaxy couldn't teach you. He made a name for himself and had his own smuggling ring. But, over such a long life-time, mistakes are bound to happen. During a botched contraband run, a gunfight erupted and the authorities arrived. They wanted to catch the Teloran, and they did. He ended up in a jail-cell in the Exeralune, in transport to a major prison planet to serve his sentence. But the smuggler intends on escaping his prison, and it looks like this attack was a miracle he knew he didn't deserve but was going to take advantage of, anyway.
Age: 321
Gender: M
Race: Teloran
Homeworld: The Teloran homeworld
Position: Prisoner
Personality: Teloran culture revolves around being resolute in your decisions, respectful, and willing to let things slide. As such, Frank being a disrespectful wise-cracker with a love for revenge didn't do him any favors on his homeworld. Frank has a high opinion of himself to say the least, relishing in any opportunity he can get to outsmart his opponents. He's usually laid back, relaxed, but not in a way that makes others around him laid back and relaxed. When things really stop going his way and he can't fix it, he'll get angry and violent. Fortunately for him, however, he can usually swing the situations back into his favor before long. He changes his voice every once in a while, working on his impressions, and most recently he's been doing an ancient Bostonian accent.
Appearance: A being made of a rock-like substance, Franks body is thick and stout. Like his peers his irises are pure yellow, with no visible pupils. His body is balanced when it comes to the distribution of his weight, but his fore-head is large and out-set and his jaw has a major under-bite, but due to his mouth's nature of no lips or tongue it only serves to give his voice a slight echo. His forehead makes him a terrific head-butter, though.
His clothing is unorthodox. He wears an unbuttoned Hawaiian-flower shirt, where purple cartoon flowers dance on a faded teal back ground. Khakis shorts and sandals on his legs and he looks like a tourist. He figures it throws people off, and it's kind of funny. They wouldn't let him have any armor on, of course, but it doesn't matter too much because he's made of stone.
Abilities:
Frank is a smooth talker. If he had one, you could say he had a silver-tongue.
As an experienced smuggler, he's an excellent navigator and skilled pilot.
Due to his criminal background, he's got to be good with a gun, and good in a fist-fight. He is.
He's resistant to damage because of his rocky skin. So if he DOES get in a fist-fight...he'll probably win.
He has a lot of weight behind him because he's made of stone. This can help him in a lot of situations.
Over his long-life span, he's sharpened his reflexes and has a lot of experience. He has a good eye for things that he can use.
Equipment:
Somewhere stored on the ship is his favorite gun, a powerful hand-cannon custom made for his giant fingers.
He also has a few surprises in store, that I think would be better for the IC if I don't reveal them until he needs them. If I must, I will, no problem.
Biography: He was an outcast on his homeworld, none of the other Telorans shared his lust for wealth and adventure or his mean-spirit. If they did, he didn't know them, because he got "offa that stinkin' rock" as fast as he could. He quickly found a place in the criminal black-market, and over a century and half learned all the shortcuts and tricks that all the maps in the galaxy couldn't teach you. He made a name for himself and had his own smuggling ring. But, over such a long life-time, mistakes are bound to happen. During a botched contraband run, a gunfight erupted and the authorities arrived. They wanted to catch the Teloran, and they did. He ended up in a jail-cell in the Exeralune, in transport to a major prison planet to serve his sentence. But the smuggler intends on escaping his prison, and it looks like this attack was a miracle he knew he didn't deserve but was going to take advantage of, anyway.
come on boyz
Would be funny for a teloran cat burglar though. Especially if he wore spandex over his rocky body.
So he tried to smuggle things at the hanger of Elistore but the captain noticed something suspicious as he was going to the exy and took him into his own custody but didn't let port authorities know?
I don't know. If the ship has prisoners I can only assume they are part of the normal cargo.
Our other prisoner character hasn't shown herself so he can be a prisoner. I find it funny to imagine a teloran smuggler, as they aren't the most agile of individuals, but I guess there could be slow smugglers too. Guess he wouldn't have to sneak into people's houses to get the items himself.
I don't think smugglers break into people's houses to steal family heirlooms. Just like "oh this stuff is banned? I know a contact that i can get in touch with to acquire the illegal items which I can then transfer over a certain distance to another contact who wants to receive the illegal items."
And since Telorans have a long life cycle, he'd have been doing it for a long time.
If I wanted to join now, what would be an appropriate way of doing it?
I was thinking of being a Teloran, but a criminal smuggler kinda guy so he's an outcast from the rest of Teloran culture. 'Cause I'd have a hard time thinking of an excuse to have him roaming the ship free the whole time and just kind of appear like "Ready to serve, cap'n!"
So I was just thinking of having him in a prison cell for my first post having been asleep for the beginning of the battle.
I was thinking of being a Teloran, but a criminal smuggler kinda guy so he's an outcast from the rest of Teloran culture. 'Cause I'd have a hard time thinking of an excuse to have him roaming the ship free the whole time and just kind of appear like "Ready to serve, cap'n!"
So I was just thinking of having him in a prison cell for my first post having been asleep for the beginning of the battle.
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