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We can stick to PMs if you want, I always felt a tad strange that people could read 1x1 RPs at their leisure xD
@Eisenhorn I'll make an assassin character to tag along with your Paladin. It'd be a fun little juxtaposition of a man sworn to protect life, and a woman who has trained her whole life to take it.
@Eisenhorn Paladin works for me! Would you prefer I play a rogue?
I'm looking for somebody interested in RPing characters set in the events of Diablo 2 and its expansion. It could be that perhaps we are the heroes as seen in the main plot. I'm willing to discuss things of course. I'm open to romance in the RP, and I'm fine with keeping it PG-13 in terms of smut, but we can move to PM's if things take that turn. I'm a mature RPer, and I'm hoping for the same in return.

Anything marked with a asterisk (*) is something I am more preferable to.

Character appearances don't have to be from Diablo, they can be whatever you want, so long as it fits the mold.

The idea I had in mind for the plot, is that it would roughly follow along the main plot of Diablo 2 and Lord of Destruction. We'd be involved in all the major plot events, but we find our own way during RP to get there. As such, we'd start off in the Rogue Encampment without any prior knowledge of one another. Any takers?

It's late for me now, and I am about to head to bed. But I will get back to any prospective RP partner in the morning and afternoon tomorrow.
Once all this Christmas madness is out of the way, I'll have time to get a post down for everybody. Merry Christmas!! :D
I'll have some time after all this Christmas madness to finally get a post out. Sorry for the delay, everybody.
Sorry everbyody, December has been super chaotic for me. I'll find the time to get a post up for you all soon.
Nikita Shaw

The time had come to deploy for patrol. Nikita looked over to her ISS counterparts and nodded to them. They knew what the plan was if things went up in smoke. She climbed back into the Noblesse, the cockpit closing inside the chest once she was secure. Nikita pressed some buttons and flipped switches while the cockpit sealed around her. Before long, the Noblesse was moving again. She had only spent ten minutes aboard the Artemis, so didn't have the time to get comfortable and groan about the patrol. The black MAS walked in behind the line of 12th MAS units as they made for the catapults.

Nikita eyes held on to her brother's MAS as it entered the catapult. She was quiet, there wasn't any need for words to him. Nikita knew how her brother was feeling about the sudden reunion, and she didn't want to make it worse by talking just before a combat patrol. The other black MAS units of the ISS fell in behind Nikita, waiting to launch as well. "Hey, Commander," one of the servicemen started, "Looked like you had a past with that 12th commander. Former lover?"

Nikita rolled her eyes, "Ask it like that again, and the Coalition will be the last thing you should be afraid of, major. Now stow it and go over the plan again."

Nikita could hear the synthesized chuckling of other servicemen over the ISS comms. The Noblesse took another few steps toward the catapult. She was up next. Since Nikita was attached to the 12th, she wasn't going to be on the same patrol route as the other ISS operatives. Worse yet, her assignment had her not being the first on that station if things went wrong. It grated on her. "Alright, major, you're in command of the squadron until after this assignment. You know what to do in the event of a crisis."

"Yes ma'am. Fly safe." the major said.

Nikita's MAS climbed into the catapult, locked in, and began her launch checks. It wasn't long before she was green for launch, and she was quickly sucked back into her seat from the sheer acceleration. The Noblesse's mimetic armor automatically engaged, and the black armor took on a foggy blue tinge to match the ambient light given off by the planet below. The Noblesse fell in with the 12th on the far left of the formation. When the Coalition MAS units began openly communicating with the 12th, Nikita didn't say much. She noticed the red unit, and was familiar with its reputation, but Raul Tigres fought in an entirely different theater. For all Nikita cared, the Blood Valkyrie was just another ace.

Another one of the coalition pilots addressed Nikita directly, "Strange seeing a MAS flagged as ISS mixed in with the dogs. Piss off one of the royals?"

Nikita sighed, she knew this was going to happen. It did every time. "Force multiplier," she said. Nikita wasn't about to go and tell her enemy about her standing with one particular member of the royal family.

The coalition pilot chuckled, "You've got spirit, I like that in a woman."

"Take a number and sit with the rest, pilot. Now do everybody here a favor and do your job." Friend or not, Nikita wasn't a fan of negligent soldiers who focused more on chatting than paying attention to their task.

Nikita's MAS was suddenly and violently shaken by a brilliant explosion. She was tossed to the side of her cockpit, but held mostly in place by her seat's harness. Alarms and lights blared up to warn Nikita of the dangers. She quickly suppressed the alarms and flipped some switches. Nikita's cameras turned to the fireball that was the Perseus. Like the rest of the 12th, Nikita pulled back and armed her weapons. She glanced to the side, and saw the squadron of the ISS MAS units already careening toward the station to secure Lupus. Then the two rookies exchanged fire. Nikita grit her teeth. "Iggy, control your team!" she scolded.

Another alarm blared that her MAS had been target locked. She quickly spotted the coalition MAS aiming its cannon at her. She locked back and spoke over the comms to the coalition pilot, "You'll regret pulling that trigger, pilot. Keep it together."

Nikita waited, hoping that the exchange between the two rookies didn't just reignite the violent conflict.
Sara watched as the drifters approached. She could only see them as silhouettes from their distance. When Drake gave her command of the tank while he climbed out, she nodded slowly, "Sure thing."

She looked to the driver, "We're too close to the road still. Bring it behind that hill crest over there, keep the hull down behind it with the turret peaking over the crest."

Sara grabbed her assault rifle and pulled the bolt back, loading a bullet from the magazine. As the tank moved, Sara climbed up into the commander position. She poked her head out from the top of the turret and looked down a pair of binoculars. "Alright, everybody listen up. We don't know if these drifters are a threat or not. Keep the weapons tight. If they spot us and start approaching, we'll give them one warning shot. If they don't leave, we put our war faces on. Clear?"

Sara had encountered drifters before. They were intimidating, but some of them were kind hearted and welcoming. She hopes that is the case with the drifters fast approaching.

--Reactor Online--
--Main System Start--
--Life Support Nominal--
--Power Supply at 100%--
--All Systems Online--
--Welcome Aboard, Commander--

"Terracotta Control, this is Commander Shaw. Preflight checks complete. All systems green and ready for launch."

"Commander Shaw, this is Terracotta Control. Standby for maglaunch in three... two... one... Launch."

The commander was pulled back into her seat from the sudden acceleration. The launch was always the hardest on the body. Going from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds had its way of disorienting most pilots. Once the MAS left the artificial gravity of its mothership, and weightlessness set in, the commander could adjust to the sudden speed a lot easier. Before she knew it, she was at cruising speed in space. The commander looked up at the monolithic station in the distance, twenty-five kilometers out and it was still a respectable size. She wanted to be there on that station, beside Lupus if the worst was to break out. But the rules were clear, and the ISS were benched along with the regulars. There was no compromise.

Her eyes turned to the small strike carrier. Admittedly, it was a beautiful ship. The sleek new design and size would make it far more versatile than the trusty Liberator Class ships the UEE had been using. The commander turned her MAS toward the strike carrier. As she approached the ship, the commander received a lock warning, followed by a call on the comms, "ISS MAS, our computers have you on a landing trajectory with the Artemis. Your arrival is not scheduled, identify yourself and state your intention."

"Artemis, this is Commander Shaw. Be advised, I will be boarding your ship under authorization code Vermilion Star. Stand down." The commander watched her lock indicator, it remained the same for a matter of seconds. Eventually, though, the indicator went back to green.

"Code Vermilion Star confirmed, commander. The Artemis' MAS bays are currently at capacity, ma'am. Adjust approach vector by two degrees for a foot landing."

The commander nodded and flipped a switch in the cockpit. "Foot landing confirmed, Artemis. Making final approach now."

The black MAS fired its retro thrusters to slow itself down. Landing lights on the outside of the Artemis' hangar bay went from blue to yellow, signalling the crew on the hangar deck of an incoming MAS. Landing alarms blared in the hangar as the black MAS entered through the shield gate. As it did, it's armor changed color to match the hangar, a matte gray mainly. The MAS unit's thrusters kicked up space dust from the hangar deck and threw it in all directions, a nuisance more than anything. A yellow jersey quickly ran out in front of the MAS as it touched down on the deck, and began to marshal it to the side of the hangar for lockdown in case another craft needed to leave or enter.

Along the shoulder plate was the name of the MAS unit, the Noblesse. The pilot's name sat just under the unit's designation, 'Cmdr N. Shaw'. The commander studied the pilots lounging about on the deck as she walked her MAS into place. She spotted a gaggle of 12th pilots, and her ISS pilots on the opposite end of the hangar. She spotted a man in the 12th that looked familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It didn't matter, she had to focus on not walking the Noblesse into something else. Before long, the MAS was in place, and it knelt onto one knee. The ISS pilots quickly fell into formation near the Noblesse while purple and white jerseys rushed to service the MAS unit. There was a hiss of air from the cockpit as it equalized its pressure. The chest opened up, and the commander stood. The ISS pilots all went to attention and saluted as the commander climbed down from the Noblesse.

She wore black armor with a white stripe running down her right arm. Hanging from her right shoulder plate was a white cape that dangled down to the small of the woman's back which identified her rank as an ISS commander. On the left breast of the chestplate, the name Shaw was engraved. Her rank emblem was emblazoned on the left shoulder plate. One of the ISS operatives stepped in front of the commander and saluted. "Commander Shaw. We weren't expecting you today, ma'am. Has something changed?" the operative asked.

Right after he said that, the deck chief, classically known as the 'Air Boss', stepped up along with two armed marines. "I'd like to ask the very same thing, commander. Vermilion Star or not, the Artemis isn't designed to handle MAS landings above capacity. You've landed in a zone cordoned for aerospace fighters that are currently on patrol, and expected to return in just a few minutes."

Nikita reached up to remove her helmet. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly while running her fingers through her raven black hair. She dropped her gaze on the deck chief, "I've been attached to this ship's MAS squadron under special order from Her Royal Highness Selvice. Perhaps you've heard of her, third in the line of succession and Lupus' older sister. She contacted me from Mars, so if you have a complaint, you know where to call."

The chief's face went white. Selvice had a reputation for being rather cold, and frankly a bit of a bitch. But nobody ever said it to her face, that's a quick way to get into jail. Selvice had been the only one in the royal family who had an open distaste for the commander. Nikita figured this attachment to the 12th was likely a way to keep her at a safe distance from the rest of the family. It didn't matter for Nikita. She had pledged her life to the throne, and she'd take orders from the ice queen whether she liked it or not. The deck chief swallowed nervously and nodded "U- understood, Commander Shaw. The problem still remains that your MAS will congest traffic in and out of this ship."

Nikita sighed and looked over to one of the ISS pilots, the lowest rank of the bunch. "Lieutenant, return to the Terracotta and be ready for launch in case we need to mobilize quickly."

The pilot saluted again, "Ma'am!" He then quickly ran to his MAS and prepared to take off.

Nikita looked back to the chief, "You have your room. Ferry the Noblesse into place after my pilot leaves."

The chief couldn't argue with her way of getting things done. "Y- yes, ma'am."

Nikita could hear one of the jerseys that was servicing her MAS whistle. The man had said something about not seeing the Air Boss choke up like that before. Nikita looked back to her ISS pilots, "Fall out and triple check your MAS's, if something goes south, I want you to be first on that station."

The pilots went to attention first before falling out and running to their respective units. Nikita walked past the deck chief, who frantically went to work reorganizing the deck hands for a ferry movement. She had her eyes set on the other pilots in the hangar, the 12th. Nikita tucked her helmet under arm and stopped short of the card game being played. These people were too comfortable. "Who's in command of this outfit?"
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