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Definitely interested in this, whether someone else is GM-ing or I am. For what it's worth, I personally would go for the following as my choices:





And I'd definitely include Enemy Within content, because who doesn't love cyborgs and supersoldiers?
Waiting on the others; I'll post in a couple of days if they don't.
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"Excellent."

Jack holds out his katana for inspection.

"Do you think you could improve on this? Oh, and I'd be more than willing to party up with you. It's always good to have a decent smith handy. If the Monk and the Thief were to join us -" here, he glances towards them inquiringly - "that would give a pretty rounded party, since I have a decent healing spell as well as offensive abilities."

He looks back and forward idly, waiting for an answer.
I could possibly take over as GM if I have to, though I don't know what Eisen had in mind with this artifact thing of his. I'd rather someone else did it, but if nobody's willing to step up I can take it on.
Jack rolled his head on his shoulders to loosen up his neck - it always got stiff during a Dive, and whatever he could do to lessen that was appreciated. He looked down at himself. It had taken several years to regain his physique after becoming stuck in SAO. He still had nightmares about it. But now, he could take something back. This new game, FB, was almost identical. Close enough that he could relate them. And by beating this game, he thought he might get some closure.

Of course, the magic had something to do with it as well.

He sped through the character creation process, making something fairly similar to his real-life self. When he was done, he entered the name - Jack, his real first name, and Nictos, the name he'd had in SAO. A nod to the past, if you like. Something to remind him why he was doing this when he'd sworn never to touch a Nervegear again.

Dropping into the game, he checked himself over, and was fairly pleased with what he had. A katana, some fairly decent starting spells, and a suit of leather armour that would probably last for a few levels before needing replacement. The starting gold was fairly good too, so perhaps he could get something useful... there! A blacksmith, working away.

Heading over quickly, he stopped a respectful distance away and waited for the man to finish. It wouldn't do to disrupt his work. Once he was done, Jack asked "Are you taking commissions?"
Jack Nictos


Age: 24

Found Game By: Original SAO player and wanted to get one over on the game.

Class: Swordsage
Weapons of Choice: Sword and magic

Skill 1: One-Handed Sword
Skill 2: Magic Use
Skill 3: Light Armour

Personality: Very silent, but has an excellent sense of humour. When he does choose to speak, it is usually something important, whether orders in battle, warm words of comfort to a faltering friend, or a well-timed joke to lift the mood. On the battlefield, he is always right at the forefront of the fight, tearing through his enemies like a man possessed. It is obvious that SAO has left its mark on him, but also evident that playing FB is his way of getting closure, so that he can beat the game and put it behind him.

Notes: Has trained in sword combat from a very young age, and always had a love for stories of magic. Now, with the two put together, he finally has a chance to put into practice all the tricks and tactics he spent much of his spare time imagining. This gives him a surprising range of ready-to-implement options he can pull out of his memory at the drop of a hat.
I don't have a required post length; as long as it is high-quality, I'm not that bothered on word count. It can detract from your writing if you end up just putting in filler to meet an arbitrary number.
Harper was wiping his sword with a silken cloth when the voice came over the radio with its message. He suddenly smiled, a brutal, vicious expression with a glint of evil in his eyes. He never got to fight enough anyway... this sounded like fun. Quickly standing, he donned his armour, sheathed his sword and began to pack supplies with the speed and precision of long experience. If something was coming, he sure as hell wouldn't just sit around and wait for it.

As he stepped out of the door, he was already dropping into the flow of the magic, ready to let it guide his steps to where he needed to be.
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