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[Twisted Fate]

Shel, The Jester of Tears

Age: 324
Race: Skeleton
League: Intermediate
Class: Medium/Heavy
Abilities:

Pied Piper
Shel plays a tune on his flute, causing his opponent to fall asleep gradually.
Card Trick
Shel throws a magic-infused playing card at his opponent. The card is magically reinforced, so it can cut through most materials.
Roll the Dice
Shel casts two dice upon the ground, causing tremors underneath his opponent. The combined total of the numbers on the top side of the dice determine how many tremors occur.
Mind Games
Shel creates two identical copies of himself, and teleports into the place of one of them, confusing his opponent. The copies are ghosts, they can't be hurt or hurt his opponent.
Soul Sucker
Shel absorbs life from living objects around him, causing his steel flesh to grow and thus become capable of melee combat. Only effects small animals and plant life.
Ashes to Ashes
Shel disintegrates and reforms somewhere else.

Equipment: Shel wears his Jester's uniform (Which can dissolve and reform when he uses Ashes to Ashes) and carries - apart from his cards and dice - a sword made of soldified flames, named Flicker, and his scepter which consists of a brightly painted wooden handle and a glowing skull which contains his magic. His sword can burn on touch, but not start fires. Think of it as just being very, very hot.
Description: Shel can't remember his mortal life. He simply remembers being conjured by an incompetent necromancer. The necromancer had imbued a small diamond skull with Shel's energy, effectively binding him to the skull, not the necromancer. Shel stole the skull and, being bound only to himself, killed the necromancer, before stealing his blade and fashioning a scepter from the skull. Whoever possesses the scepter can control him, which is why he never lets go of it.
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[Gerad]

Appearance:



Name: Tepes

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Race: Human

Height: 5'10

Weight: 165

Occupation: King of Thieves: Head of the Forty Thieves

League: Advanced

Class: Medium

Weapon discipline: Dual Wielder: Daggers. Right Hand Dagger: La Vie. Left Hand Dagger: La Mort

Element(s): Wicked Ice...a weaponized version of black ice, used from within his daggers.

Ability system: Not overly powerful, Tepes makes a living by stealing. His abilities are undoubtedly specialized for that; bar one. His main ability is not unique and mostly cliché; Spatial Manipulation. As a thief, going unseen is a necessity, and as a result, Tepes has developed the ability to distort the space around himself, allowing him to hide from sight. Don't be fooled, this ability is not a power nor is it superhuman, in fact it's very human. After years and years of training, he has found ways to make parts of his body invisible to the human, and otherwise, eye, for instance: if he were hiding near a vase, he would not simply hide behind it, he would use the flexibility of his limbs and his natural creativity to blend with the vase, making it appear as something completely different. This ability is not full proof, the sharper opponent, though incredibly sharp they'd have to be, might be suspicious, and the cautious opponent would attack anyway, just to be sure. (However, unjustified stupidity will not be tolerated; "I think I saw something so I'm going to throw a grenade there.")

Considering Tepes' own cautious nature, he has another ability to help him in tight situations; Collective Reasoning. This could otherwise be described as discernment. This ability allows him to make the quickest and most reliable decision when in a tight situation and was developed through harsh training with the last, and arguably most powerful, King of Thieves. This ability is also not superhuman, but it does allow for some rather above normal reaction speeds and beyond average planning.

His daggers don’t have any particular ability, aside from Wicked Ice. He's a weapons expert, it's what he does. In fact, to the dismay of his band of wayward followers, the Forty Thieves, he generally only steals weapons of immense value. However, for some very off reason, he has decided to go with two identical daggers known as the Raj. These daggers are called La Vie, life, and La Mort, death. Depending on which he strikes with first, Tepes decides the fate of his victims; he strongly believes in the power of Fate, it can’t be denied.

His last ability is the only supernatural strength his has; Sound Press. This ability allows him to control sound pressure. He can't create sound, meaning he can't make you hear things that aren't there, but he can, for instance, displace the sound of an attack, or of his voice. Also, he can use sound's pretty blistering speeds to deflect attacks and create sonic booms, which, though not particular physical, can cause some confusion when coupled with the ability to displace and even dampen it. A weak but useful skill.

He fights using two martial arts: Kajukenbo and Kalarippayattu.

Details: His background is unknown. He grew up in the tutelage of the previous King Of Thieves, and ultimately had no childhood. As a result he is cold, calculating and mysterious.

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[arowne97]

Name - Drake Astarot "Dark Savior" "Accursed One"
Appearance - Pale skin, bandages on right knee, right eye is covered by an eyepatch, scar across right eye, jet black hair
Age - Summoned up 3000 yrs ago (looks 15)
Gender - Male
Race - ?? (looks human)
League - Beginner
Class - Light
Abilities - control of darkness; Curse of the Damned
Equipment - Sword of Darkness: a jet black iron greatsword that has red markings running down it; magical dark black robe that he always wears; mechanical right eye; cursed left arm; wooden cursed bo-staff
Details - Bio: tbr in rp

[Tasuke]

Name: Nishimura Sitirin

Name Meaning: Citrine

Aliases: Kiyomi (Pure Beauty), Shiku (Verse)

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Nationality: Japanese/British

Date of Birth: June 9th,1828

Age: 19

Height: 5'5''

Weight: 115 lbs

Occupation: Assassin

Clothing: Kimono; sandals.

Weapon: Usually unarmed.

League: Advanced

Class: Light

Skills: Speaking and writing English; writing poetry; acting; speaking in rhyme; self-defense; use of small blades.

Abilities: Citrine has no supernatural abilities to speak of.

History: Fate is unkind to drinkers of a nightly fling. From the womb of a whore comes a daughter, but no one seems to sing. Rather the child Citrine is viewed as a burdensome thing; who knows what trouble she'll bring? The woman sells her away without a hint of guilt's sharp sting. Thus follow empty years amidst the wicked's ring.

No loving family shelters the blue-eyed girl; instead she becomes a sexual pearl, polished daily through circulating swirl. Like a doll she's made to dance and twirl; her audience so perverse as to never cease, despite how easily another would hurl.

At age thirteen salvation chimes. A lady of heart whom smelled of limes. She bestows no mercy for their crimes; weeks of torture pay pain ten times. Their screams are mellifluous to Citrine's open ears, music upon which to write later rhymes.

The woman named Kiyomi, the mother she should known. The skills of speaking and penmanship: genuine love she's shown. years of learning puppetry and murder; by age nineteen her skills have grown. The beautiful flower so very rare; a mesmerizing charmer whose kiss of death is simply blown.

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[Hulderic Emile Vortex]

Name: Stavros.

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Human

League: Intermediate-Advanced

Class: Medium

Appearance: Stavros is a relatively tall man, standing about 5'10''. He wears soft leather gloves to help protect his hands during battle. His torso is covered in a leather vest, topped by a sheet of chainmail which also covers his otherwise bare arms. His trousers are also of leather, though lined with silk. He has no outstanding features. Facial hair is kept at a minimum, and his dark brown hair hangs just below his shoulders.

Weaponry: He carries but a single weapon; A halberd. The weapon is in itself a piece of art, the shaft stained a deep red, countering the marble swirl of blue that the blade wears. The shaft contains many writings in many different and dead languages. The single word that a commoner could make out is "Siquinox".

Powers and Abilities: (Normally, Stavros would begin at a high tier one or a low tier two.) He has no innate abilities, and none that cannot be stopped without metagaming. As the Halberd inflicts damage upon his enemy, the blade begins losing it's color, morphing into a marble grey. In reality, this is the demonic spirit within the blade transferring into Stavros. Siquinox aborbs the blood of enemies, and transfers that blood into an essence of corruption, morphing Stavros' body into a seemingly demonic form. (And as his corruption rises, as does his tier level.) As the blade absorbes the life force (blood) of enemies, and his corruption rises, his humanity begins to slip away. At several points of corruption, he gains new demonic powers. As he is corrupted, his strength increases, however his ability to think clearly, and to use logic is severely reduced. In simple terms, as he becomes corrupted, his normal alliances would mean nothing; He would slaughter everyone in his home just as soon as he would kill an invader. His most effective skill is a time-reductive skill. At a specific point of corruption, his humanity and his demonic possession will be at a stalemate, truly his strongest form. While his corruption increases his strength, and decreases his human will, they are equal at this point, and now, only now can he unlock his most powerful abaility. This ability requires several things to occur in order to activate. Firstly, he must be at the afore mentioned point of corruption. Secondly, he must complete a "dance"-like ritual, which includes several steps. He must also have not used magic in the preceeding 12 posts in order for his energy level to be sufficient for it not to backfire. Once the "dance" is completed, Siquinox is thrust into the ground, essentially being the "key" to unlock the ability. For three seconds, time around his body slows considerably, allowing him to strike in an unprecidented manner. He may not remove Siquinox from the ground until the effects of the skill are resolved. An unfortunate twist to this skill, is that once his time is up, the rest of the world begins to catch up with him. With so much more mass to speed up through the flow of time, it takes nearly six seconds for the world to catch up, rendering him slowed, and nearly defenseless to the quickened attacks of his opponents. This is why this skill is nearly always a finishing move.

Gained powers (in order they release): Demonic appearance (shock value or intimidation).
Demonic strength and speed
Flame production and manipulation.
Time Reduction Skill
Kinetic manipulation
Geothermokinetic manipulation
Shape alteration

The history isn't ready yet but is irrelevant to him as a fighter.

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[Hulderic Emile Vortex]

Name: Ian Sanders

Appearance: It was apparent he wore a white shirt, as the sleeves extended to his wrists and the black, sleeveless robe he wore over it split from his neck to below his chest. This was kept from falling from his shoulders by three black, buttoning straps connecting each side of the deep V-neck. The bottom portion of the robe was also split between the legs, front and back, ensuring freedom of movement. The ankles of the black combat boots he had equipped to his feet were covered by the legs of his black, silken trousers. A hood covered his head, though cast no shadow to hide his face, which was covered by a blank, silver mask. The only feature of the mask was two thin slits to allow vision. The entirety of the black upon this six foot monster, including the leather gloves that protected the tender flesh of his hands, was printed with a silver "rain" pattern (think The Matrix). Tucked into an almost out of place white belt were two large knives, the blades exposed.

Age: Six months, twelve days, thirteen hours.

Gender: Genderless. Physically appears male.

Race: Cybernetic Organism. Ian's body consists of an endoskeleton of metal coated in synthetic flesh to give him a physically human appearance. The endoskeleton is made up of starship grade terrestrial metal Z-33-FF7. This alloy can easily withstand the temperatures accociated with entering an inhabitable atmosphere. It is also graded 11 (moderate) for high impact crashes. Does not have a tendency to shred, tear or crack under stress. Approved for use in eternity pods.

League: Intermediate/Advanced

Class: Heavy/Boss

Abilities: Hydraulic strength. Ian is capable of lifting several times his own body weight as well as throwing punches with enough force to punch a hole in the side of a tank.
Supercomputing. Ian has files on nearly everything known to science according to his master's race (XpF is an alien).
Pain Tolerance. Being a synthetic human, Ian has no pain receptors and so is immune to things such as fire. He does however have pressure receptors throughout his body allowing him a very dexterous touch.
Prototype Emotion Simulator. Ian talks, acts and reacts like a normal human. He is able to realize when he should feel a certain emotion and gauges his reactions to fit the situation.
Rifle Scope Eyesight. Ian's vision can zoom or focus on a specific target as well as switch between Infrared and Ultraviolet sensitivity on top of standard vision.
Spray. Ian's right arm contains a pressurized tank of liquid oxygen. He can spray this out of a nozzel on his index finger as either a freezing mist or a solid stream, the latter he ignites to send a streak of insanely hot flame at his target.
His nuclear power core can be removed and used as a bomb. He then runs off of battery power. Ten minute charge.


Equipment: Two knives. Blades are one foot long and comprised of the same metal as Ian's endoskeleton. Handles are eight inches long. Undecorated hickory.
His mask is a ballistics mask capable of withstanding a .44 hollowpoint bullet.

Details: Bio is nonexistent. Ian was created by XpF as protection and serves his master dutifully.

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[epicwafflerave]

I'm going to post a CS in the morning,hope all the spot's aren't gone .

[Jude]

Name – Jude Vordun
Appearance - 6’3” Green eyes
Chestnut brown hair shaved into a ponytail Mohawk. It flows to the bottom of his shoulder blades, his roots show jet black if left un-dyed for a period of time. Often it is tied up in a pony tail with a thin leather strap.
Skin of an inuit descendent, smooth with minimal scarring, high cheek bones and mostly squinted eyes.
No tattoos or distinguishing marks.
220 pounds/100 Kg
Athletic build, 77” reach
Age – 29
Gender - Male
Race – Inuit
League – Intermediate
Class - Light
Abilities – Born a hunter he relies on his endurance, speed, and accuracy. He is well trained with a spear and has limited battle experience with an acquired gladius. He is also proficient with a recurve bow though rarely used except when hunting.
Equipment – His spear is 5’ long with a flat spade like iron tip measuring 3”. It is set into a dense bone coupler which attaches it to the verawood pole. The wood is durable and near black in color due to age.
-The gladius is a standard build. It is well worn and the edge nearing the handle is near serrated from notching against other hardened objects.
-The bow, if carried, would be an average recurve bow leaning upward to 80 pounds of draw weight. It would be attached to his back via a chest strap that runs diagonally from right shoulder to left hip supporting a quiver of a handful of broad headed hand fletched arrows.
-Battle skirt of thick leather and rivets held his ensemble together.

-5’ coil of light yet durable chain attached to a single hinge neck shackle suitable for an average human neck. The collar attaches to the chain in the back directly next to the hinge. Both are attached via the same cord and knot.
-Boot knife carried in a visible sheath strapped to right foot attire. Used for everyday utility and remains double sided with a dull blade. 3” handle with a stationary 5” blade
-A leather coin pouch containing small rounded stones etched and carved to resemble animal spirits

Details –

Jude was born to a set of parents to the far north. He is a native Red Hunter that spent the first few years of his life watching his parents behave as such. The lack of trees kept them in a smaller ice hut, less than a mile from neighboring people. He would grow till the age of 12 there and learn what he could, how to hunt everything that could be eaten to include polar bear and survive in the icy barrens. He learned and honored a knot that was used to signify his family’s belongings and the social traditions of the small segment of the Red Hunter people he lived around.

The 13th year to pass would wield no migration of moose, the sole supply of food that the people would come to rely on so late in the seasons. Winter would set in, and his parents struggled. The moose also failed to maintain the other few but present predators. It left virtually nothing to eat except a few fish that were carved from the ice itself. A traveling merchant catching word of this famine traveled north through the elements on a coin and trade pilgrimage. Jude’s modest parents had nothing to trade for food enough to make a difference and so begged the man to take their son with him. At first the merchant cared not for such a burden but after he was finished in the town, and saw the sheer magnitude of goods he had acquired due to his monopolization of food, he allowed the strapping lad to accompany him only as far as he would need to go to liquidate his assets. Taking with him only his father’s spear, Jude departed.

Jude would watch as the merchant would stop at small settlements to lighten his load. He paid close attention to the dealings and coins value. These coins could have prevented his parent’s starvation and maintained his way of life. They held a much resented yet important place in Jude’s heart. The merchant was not only shrewd but charismatic, making his offers, no matter how ludicrous, seem essential.

Finally arriving in the nearest port, Jude would load the remaining substantial stockpile onto the merchant vessel. Having no more need for the boy the merchant awoke early the next day and sailed away, leaving the exhausted kid, sleeping in an alcove next to his first wiry bond. The morning he awoke he was directionless. Not knowing of the handling of slaves he fought to put the girl from his mind. There were too many people in the city itself and nothing to hunt. Plenty of food around but the boy was again lacking the life metals that could be used for practically any cause. He wasn’t ready for this life and took off running, increasing in pace, out of the gates and into the woods.

The creatures were like nothing he had ever seen, but a hunter he was, and beast they were. His father seemed to be beside him on every encounter, The spear never missed a mark. It landed true missing bones and flailing limbs of beasts that sought to rip the life from him as well. He did not prosper as he was ignorant of many of the things that comprised the forests.

One morning, while tracking large boar through the morning dew, miles father then he had traveled before. He came upon a camp of women that were large in stature and well built, being tied and dumped into a caged cart. A man by the name of Charles, among others, was fresh from battle and wore a slight smile at his success. Charles stood out from the others by wearing slaver attire. He approached Jude in a determined manner. Triggering Jude’s instincts, the boy took a wide two-handed grasp on the man sized spear and positioned himself defensively. Charles drew standard issue halberd as it was the closest to a spear he carried among the small armory on the man’s back. The combat ensued and the boy was unable to withstand the blows of the shaft as it was wrought down upon him repeatedly. Jude felt mortal for the second time in his life and his blood pounded from his chest into his extremities. The man swung again sloppily and Jude twisted letting it graze his shoulder. He put everything he had into the riposte but his body was faced so the head of the spear was opposite the strike. The stock of the spear landed squarely on the man’s forehead, rendering him immediately unconscious.

In the heat of the encounter Jude had failed to notice the other men taking position around him. He was spent and planted his spear in the ground falling to his knees as further resistance, against seven more every bit the equal of the man, was futile. They quickly took the spear and small carved bone dagger from him and proceeded to bind him like another of the women. He remained silent listening to the women growl and hiss, yelling obscenities at their captors. His eyes would look to the sky and the clouds once they were out from the green ceiling of the forests. He calmed his soul and prepared himself for whatever was to come, possibly death. His thoughts were interrupted as the top of the gates passed over his view of the sky. He brought himself back into the moment and though fatigued, he forced himself to be alert. The man with slavers clothing yanked him from the cart and took him into a large and well furnished building.

He talked to Jude and asked about his story. Jude told Charles everything he felt the man needed to know. Charles recognized the boy was a capable warrior and took him before the commander of the mercenaries. Jude was offered a civilized lifestyle among them, and training in combat. Missing the social aspects of his previous life and knowing his future was short in the woods, he accepted. Charles took him under his wing and taught him his own trade. Jude would develop and learn the ways of a blade, and the recurve bow. He would be taught to read and write under Charles. As time would go on he would accompany Charles on raids and assist in the sales of slaves to the south, within the larger port cities.

Time would pass and Jude would become comfortable with the ways of the mercenary and that of the slaver. Cycles passed till Jude was 26. He grew accustomed to having a chain of slaves around to bathe and groom him often. He kept up his appearance in hopes it would speak to the capability of the slaves he would sell, adding to their price on the auction floors.

After his only true friend, Charles, would take his leave and move on in the course of life. Jude would find himself returning to the mercenary camp less and less. The money made by mercenary actions far outweighed that of his trade. However he ended up falling back on the selling of live flesh. The money would dwindle and so would his stock until he would find himself somewhere around the equator doing the one thing he knew he could profit from.

The risk of living in this newfound home was exceptional but so was the coin. He made his stay brief and took his nest egg and a favored slave by the name of Fara with him. They traveled north and landed among a settlement where Jude oversaw the slaves for the high Jarl of the lands. There he would fall in love with an arrangement of beverages. Along with his fellow men, he would awake and imbibe, often leaving the entire day fruitless. After cycles he began to realize his errors and attempted to wake the others from there mead induced comas. It was to no avail. Once the waters thawed he took up his slave trading again, often returning to that northern settlement.

Occasionally he would return to the fight when coin was low.

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[Croknight]

Name - Adrian Hipperfault, Leader Of The Diamond Dwarves

Age - 201
Gender - Male
Race - Dwarf
League - Intermediate
Class - Heavy
Abilities -
- Pummel- Rushes Into The Enemy Knocking Down Anyone In Front Of Him
- Shield Wall- Brings Up A Shield To Reflect Almost Any Attack
- Crusher- Jumps Up In The Air Swing A Great Axe Towards The Opponent Crushing Anything In Its Way
- Blood Lust- When Severely Injured He Has A Rampage On The Enemy Swinging At Him With Full Force And Swinging Fast
Equipment -
- Battle Axe- A One-Handed Axe With A Double Tipped End That Is Razor Sharp On One End And Dull On The Other

- Dwarven Shield- A Large Round Shield Made From Titanium And Chromium To Make It Unbreakable. Has A Small Spike In The Middle For Lightly Armor Opponents.

- Great Axe- A Large Single Tipped Axe For Two-Handed Purposes. Is Very Sharp On The Tip And Has A Spike On Handle On Both Ends.

- Diamond Dwarves Helm- A Titanium And Chromium Made Helmet With Two Horns Sticking Out On Both Ends.
- Diamond Dwarves Full Plate Armor- A Full Plate Armor Made Of Titanium And Chromium
- Diamond Hatchet- A Small Hatchet Made Of Diamond Specifically used For Throwing. Hidden In His Boot
Details - Born From Drandryk Hipperfault, He Was Raised Mining Diamonds For His Clan And Making Weaponry And Armor. He Was At First A Trader For When The Merchants Came To Buy Our Weapons And Armor But When They Saw Him Fight He Was Counted As The Best In The Clan. When He Was Really Young His Mother Had His Younger Brother In Which She Died Upon Birth. Decades Later Addrent Left Becoming A Chief Guardsmen For Iola. Adrian Want To Stay With The Clan And Someday Lead It To Victory. When He Was 41 A Clan Of Dwarves Declared War On Them. Drandryk Ordered An Invasion On There Land To Show Them Not To Mess With Them. They Were Victorious But Drandryk Was Severely Injured And Died Days After. They No Longer Had A Leader And They Looked To Adrian. Adrian Was Too Young To Become A Clan Leader But They Made Him One Anyway. He Is Counted As The Youngest Dwarf Leader In History. He Stepped Up And Took It And Became A Great Leader. He Lead His Clan To Victory Against The Golem Castle Bringing Down The Great Golem Of Feora. He Lead Them To Victory Against Gary Fiant, The Great Giant That Was As Agile As A Fairy. He Lead Them To Victory Against Lisden, The Necromancer Of Xolui And Many, Many More. He Has Tendency To Go Off If Someone Disrespects Or Attacks Someone Important To Him

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[Croknight]

Name - Logen Tryss, Paladin Of The Brotherhood Of Steel

Age - 37
Gender - Male
Race -Human
League - Intermediate
Class -Heavy
Abilities -
- Sniper Shot- Taking Down The Opponent With Deadly Accurracy
- Mini Nuke- For Emergencies Only. A Small Nuke That Will Detonate On Impact
- Sneaker- Even Though He Is In Gigantic Armor, He Can Sneak Without Being Detected
Equipment -
- Gatling Laser- A Mini-gun Type Weapon That Shoots Out High Temperature Beams At A Very High Rate Vaporizing The Target.
- Laser Rifle- A Standard Single Shot Rifle That Shoots Out Lasers Towards The Target From A Long Distance
- 38. Sniper Rifle- Long Range Sniper Rifle With Extreme Accuracy. But Had Scarce Ammo.
- Missile Launcher- A Custom Made Rocket Launcher But Instead Shooting Missiles That Do More Devastation
- x5 Frag Grenades- Lightweight Fragmentation Grenades For Clearing Out Quantities Of Enemies
- Mark II Power Armor- Heavy Weight Extra Material Ballistics Armor With Blue Armor Plating Including Shoulder Pads And A Oxygen Helmet
Details - Logen Was Born In The West Coast And Was Raised With The Brotherhood Of Steel. When He Was 18 He Became An Initiate For Them. He Was Then Taught How To Shoot. But He Knew How To Shoot Already. Some Of The Soldiers Brought Him Back To The Shooting Range At Night When He Was 16. So Then He Was An Ace Beating All Of The Others By A Long Shot In Shooting. They Awarded Him For Being The Top With A 38. Sniper Rifle. When He Was 19, He Was Sent With Others East To Look For More Technology. But They Stayed Longer Because There Leader Wanted To Stay And Help The People Here From The Super Mutants. He Disagreed With It But Stayed Loyal To Elder Lyons, Our Leader. Unfortunately The Enclave Invaded The Wastes Stopping A Project In The Jefferson Memorial Named Project Purity. The Brotherhood Helped Them Try To Find The Required Equipment To Continue. When They Came Back With Them Our Robot Was Ready To Charge Them, But Logen Couldn't Do It He Was On A Secret Mission To Sabotage The Enemy Radar. He Did This Mission And Completed It In No Time. But The Invasion Hasn't Started Yet? They Didn't Want Him In It So They Sent Him Back To The West Coast With A Trading Group. He Was Outraged From This That He Ran From The Caravan And Is Now Traveling The Wastes Alone

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