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3 yrs ago
Current Losing a game of dragon ball the breakers because my dipshit allies wouldn't give me their fucking dragon balls pisses me off. the raider was already nearly dead fml.
3 yrs ago
devaronian is the race you're looking for. They're basically thugs for the hutts for the most part.
3 yrs ago
Man I'd love to be proven wrong so i'll keep trying but still it sucks like the fourth time this has happened for entirely seperate reasons each as dumb as the last.
3 yrs ago
Man I just can't stick with a DND Group. I'm aware I feel pushy at times but I never intend to push anyone into doing anything. I'm just feeling so dejected at this point.
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3 yrs ago
In general I've given up play by post roleplaying. I only check on occasion due to how NO ONE commits to forum posting in my over ten years of experience.
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I'm one of the surviving members from the event known as Guild Fall. I am a big fan of Mobile Suit Gundam and am very specific on what I want in a roleplay. I have completed two roleplays (one is debateable) and have over six years of roleplaying experience dating back to when I was in Middle School.

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We can't all be master writers. Don't worry we're just setting up introductions right now so there's no real need for huge posts.
"Don't worry I'm not too bad a guy. Just really grizzled and getting on in years. I wasn't too much younger than you were when I first started out in the service." Quentin chuckled as he shook his head. He was hoping the girl would be at least a little formal. After all they were in Londo Bell's western Europe HQ. "I'd be happy to join you but I'm going to go check in with the techs near the hangers. I'm getting a new unit specifically for being put in charge of this unit. Nothing fancy probably but my old suit went up in a heap of trash awhile back. It was an old GM type suit from back when the Titans were still kicking. Served me well through the past years just couldn't keep up with the newer suits though. Still I hope you enjoy your lunch Ayano. And for reference my name is Lieutenant Quentin Richards. If you need me you'll know where I am. I'm sure they'll be shouting at us to meet someone big up the chain soon so we can get our first assignment." Quentin continued on as he took another big bite out of his food and chewed on it slowly. He was hoping that the others in his group would be a bit older but only time would tell who would and wouldn't be joining the crew.
"Glad to hear I hope I'm not intruding newbies." commented the man as he sat down next in the chair and raised an eyebrow at them. "Must be getting old you two look a lot alike. Or are you two related?" the man asked as he leaned back in his chair casually. The man didn't seem to mind not bringing up proper protocol in the lunch room. He just seemed to want to talk to them. "I'm just here as a guard more or less. Boring duty but they need a big guy here just in case. My team is off preparing for a practice match with another infantry unit. That's what we usually do here...simulating matches and see who gets the higher score. I hpe you guys won't be here for too long. Hate for you too fall into the circle of monotony." the man said with a sip of some sort of drink from a bottle with a label ripped off of it.

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"Hm oh hello there. I'm just thinking about life and a lot of stuff friend don't worry about it. I've been at this job for a lot longer than I'd like seen a lot of bad things. Sometimes a man just needs some time to think about things. I'm Quentin Richards...and if I'm not mistaken you're Ayano aren't you? I've been reading up on you a little. You're going to be assigned to me squad soon if I'm correct. It's nice to meet you I look forward to serving with you." Quentin said reaching out his hand towards the young woman hoping she'd shake his hand. He hand't read up too much on her but she had apparently come from somewhere in space and had joined the infantry corps on merit of her skills with the wrench. He hoped she was friendly he had gotten unfriendly soldiers before or ones too married to the job to break bread with a lieutenant. He hated taking that rank but he had to there were simply too many pilots lacking his experience.
It's finals week anyway so I don't mind waiting.
I used to do DnD but I lost my DM and there's no where nearby that's free that I can get a group set up.
A man with shining blonde hair and blue eyes walked up to the Tschida twins. He had a smile on his face as he walked up to them and was generally beaming. "Hey there you two you don't look like the kind of personnel that's usually seen around here. At the least I don't recognize you. How's everything going? Mind if I sit down?" the man asked with relaxed tone as he took a bite of his sandwich. He was a rather handsome man all things considered and it was clear he was a pilot by the patches on his suit. Apparently he was a member of the 75th Mobile Infantry Unit as due to the symbol on his left shoulder. He wore a basic uniform on otherwise with a white shirt underneath it visible due to the fact his front two buttons were undone. He spoke with an unfamiliar accent as well showing off he wasn't American, or English. But that being said the accent wasn't too strong but it was audible underneath his soft voice.
"I've already decided on that. We're going to pawn them to their allies in exchange for favors later, or give them to Mariemaia or other allies to keep safe. Mariemaia has a large base at her disposal unlike this ship which is not meant to be a long term prison ship they can hold more enemies there. Alternatively we kill them or let them wander around this world without supplies. Brutality isn't my calling card but first and foremost are those who our allies. If we need to conserve food and supplies for our forces by letting them suffer then so be it. We're OMNI and we're bound to moral contracts here yes but we can't exactly court marshal anyone here can we? That being said I must stress we do this only when we have to." Jason stated flatly as Hiling chuckled both at Jack and Jason's brutal statements. "If I may speak Donna's statement is logical and reasonable. I believe we should go on from there. Talk when we can but prepare to fight when we have to and to eliminate any ZAFT units who can't comply with us." Paul reinforced as no one really added anything to the conversation at hand. Jason spoke up once more, "So in conclusion we're going to emphasize supplies, research the signals more, and watch out for more possible allies. Does anyone want to dicusss anything further? If not then we will dismiss you all for now. You all need a chance to breath and Beta Leader we will perform a funeral for your men when we get back to the citadel." Jason stated as Paul wondered about all things considered at the moment but he had nothing too add personally.
The majority of them were raised in america.
@CrimmyI don't believe he was around Dublin during the time of the colony drop during ZZ he was mostly in space unless I put that down wrong.
I edited the first post to make the IC's actual first post. I decided to place us on Earth and a good chunk of the bottom half is just exposition. The building itself isn't too important and my character is just sitting there relaxing if you don't feel like reading through his ramblings.
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