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Im still a dude. screw false promises.
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Inner peace status: reclaimed.
10 yrs ago
Naura, Naura, Naura!
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Fortress of money gone up in flames.
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One arrow is enough to decimate an civilization.
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Wants to RP like an damned maniac, Always being an GM in IRL has left me with intense, unfulfilled desires to be an player myself but the GM side of me seems to crave the control and world building, secondary GM positions wanted and desired with unholy thirst.
Also an unredeemable Tea loving bastard.
2018. Year of darkness
Gambling addiction is a bitch. While tea is still my favorite, started coffee drinking because of unlimited supply of it at workplace, much much easier. Writings getting rusty but imagination is still present. I am ready, WE are ready! Lets RP BUCKO´S!
Also an unredeemable Tea loving bastard.
2018. Year of darkness
Gambling addiction is a bitch. While tea is still my favorite, started coffee drinking because of unlimited supply of it at workplace, much much easier. Writings getting rusty but imagination is still present. I am ready, WE are ready! Lets RP BUCKO´S!
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Yeah, I would assume all are more or less ready, let the trials begin!
Oh man, I used to be scared of the templar heavys but my own side is getting scarier by the second, McDougals gotta play his cards close to his chest to avoid early martyrdom. That being said I love every second of this >:D
Posted. hoping I didnt take too many liberties.
Casually strolling the walkways of their new base, McDougal curiously inspected the work being done here. Equipment was moved and made ready, freemen soldiers were garrisoned everywhere. McDougal disliked cramped housing, while thinking he should make a nest of sorts in the vents he saw a glimpse of their new anti-craft turret. *Whistle "_Thats some serious bang for our buck wouldn´t you say Jenny?_" an image of young woman with ponytail hair appeared sitting cross legged on his shoulder. "_Impressive equipment master, does this mean the war is won?_" Without answering McDougal laughed hard and unrestrained, what he saw around the corner stifled this laugh.
The Alexander brothers were here too, both kneeling in prayer they payed no heed to passing shadow. The brothers were good at what they did, scarily so, it was why they did anything that concerned him. If they ever came to blows he doubted his own ability to stop them. "_Fistfighting is not in your style master._" "_So AI are capable of mindreading now, scary._" Finally he arrived to the lone man watching out the viewing ports, both joy and concern were painted on his face. Approaching the only man ever to warrant respect and obedience from the shadow of luna he straightened his back and cleared his throat. "_You dont look like a man who has a new neat toy, expecting troubles boss?_"
Yeah, I agree, more the merrier.
I have a pretty neat idea for starters if you guys dont mind me going first. Or shall we wait for new compatriots for a while?
**Character**
Name: Reb Manning
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance: Bearded and short muscleman. Refuses to wear anything except sleeveless black shirts and cargo pants (May put on a spacesuit when the danger becomes undeniable, undeniable as in hullbreach.)
Birthplace: Space colonies orbiting moon.
Bio: Space born trough and trough, enlisted very young to help secure rights and independence of his beloved colonies. Thinks that all spaceborn men and women should work together to ensure surviving together. Eventually got tired of colonies internal bickering and went solo. Reb found out that being a lone mercenary pilot with undivided pay suited him just fine, tough he secretly misses the camaraderie of belonging in a group.
Talents: Piloting an old sub par mech to its highest potential. Battlefield quick fixing. Custom mechanics. Aura of confidence.
Motto: "I´ll show them the strength of man born among stars!"
**Mech**
Name: Mrk-005- "Heat Jack"
Appearance:
Armaments: Heat Jacks primary weapon system is a custom plasma rifle rigged for more punch in moderate distances, long range combat suffers as a direct result. Reb has also grafted a lengthy high frequency bayonet onto the rifle, almost impossible to aim and fire when that thing is humming at full power so close combat is a last resort.
Also sports an shoulder mounted standard tnt rocket launcher when area damage is required. Has two spare rockets on Jacks back.
Special equipment: Beefed up scanners and battle radio equipment.
**Specs**
Long range: D
Medium range: A
Close range: C
Armor: B
Speed: C
Agility: C
Strength: B
Shielding: N/A
Quirks: Reb always has food, softdrinks and magazines of all varieties stashed around his cockpit.
I love the premise! Time to craft a character!
Will make longer posts when we have more material to work with :)
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