ScoutThe first post of many!
Anima Member
STATUS: One more final. Yas .... 9 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
9 yrs ago
Current
One more final. Yas ....
1
like
9 yrs ago
After Tuesday I'll be back to regular postings! Sorry for the delay folks. Finals are a killer bee </3
9 yrs ago
We'll fall asleep. So deeply out of reach
1
like
9 yrs ago
In peace may you leave the shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey on the ground... May we meet again.
3
likes
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Irell Starling & Anima
-RhysGriffith”If peace could really change the world, it would have happened already."-Second Commander of the Black Collation
Taking her cue to leave, she turned on her heels and followed operative Iles out. When they were passed the door, the brunette without looking at her began to talk.
“Operative Decasta. We’ll be leaving for the veil at 0500, I’ll meet you in Docking Bay 4. If you arrive at 0501 I will have left without you, have I made myself clear?"
Without giving her any courtesy of responding, Erin watched her partner storm off. She sighed to herself. They were not official paired for more than fifteen minutes, and Erin was already starting to take a very strong dislike towards the woman. She wondered why in all that was good and holy she'd be stuck with someone like this. Surely the Illusive Man could have done and an affinity pairing. Perhaps pre-select another that had years of practice working together already. She knew almost nothing about her partner, and she honestly preferred working alone or with a small non-obtrusive support group.
Even with all of her frustration, the Illusive Man never made a hasty call. Perhaps she had missed something that he did not. Checking the time on her omnitool, there was still time to see to her preparations and catch a wink of sleep. She strode through the compound and back to her room. There was some freedom that she possessed as a special. One of those was keeping her things in her quarters, for she barely had time to unpack when she arrived. She came to her room's scanner. She walked in.
"Well it could be worse," she said as she opened her arms locker. She took out a light weight glossy black armor with matte grey decal on the sides. Light weight plates aligned the chest, abdominal, and upper leg areas. She quickly changed into it. Snapping the last few clasps together, everything felt in place as if it were a second skin. Much of her time was spent in civilian clothing that it felt ... weird and exciting to be back in combat gear. This gear and her had seen some rough times in the past. She opened the cases that contained her weapons. She checked them. Everything was in order. "Can't be worse than the Krogan from the Ursus. Drug rings. Christ."
Taking the armor off and storing her firearms, Erin glanced at her bedside clock. She smirked. Shower's done. Everything's ready. Sleep.
It was 0454. Erin was changed into her combat armor as her things - only the bare necessities and her weapons and ammo - hung over her left shoulder. Operative Iles stood near the shuttle doors. Punctuality was something she could appreciate. Hopefully their second encounter would be less hostile.
"Morning Operative Iles," she said. "Ready to go?"
“Operative Decasta. We’ll be leaving for the veil at 0500, I’ll meet you in Docking Bay 4. If you arrive at 0501 I will have left without you, have I made myself clear?"
Without giving her any courtesy of responding, Erin watched her partner storm off. She sighed to herself. They were not official paired for more than fifteen minutes, and Erin was already starting to take a very strong dislike towards the woman. She wondered why in all that was good and holy she'd be stuck with someone like this. Surely the Illusive Man could have done and an affinity pairing. Perhaps pre-select another that had years of practice working together already. She knew almost nothing about her partner, and she honestly preferred working alone or with a small non-obtrusive support group.
Even with all of her frustration, the Illusive Man never made a hasty call. Perhaps she had missed something that he did not. Checking the time on her omnitool, there was still time to see to her preparations and catch a wink of sleep. She strode through the compound and back to her room. There was some freedom that she possessed as a special. One of those was keeping her things in her quarters, for she barely had time to unpack when she arrived. She came to her room's scanner. She walked in.
"Well it could be worse," she said as she opened her arms locker. She took out a light weight glossy black armor with matte grey decal on the sides. Light weight plates aligned the chest, abdominal, and upper leg areas. She quickly changed into it. Snapping the last few clasps together, everything felt in place as if it were a second skin. Much of her time was spent in civilian clothing that it felt ... weird and exciting to be back in combat gear. This gear and her had seen some rough times in the past. She opened the cases that contained her weapons. She checked them. Everything was in order. "Can't be worse than the Krogan from the Ursus. Drug rings. Christ."
Taking the armor off and storing her firearms, Erin glanced at her bedside clock. She smirked. Shower's done. Everything's ready. Sleep.
It was 0454. Erin was changed into her combat armor as her things - only the bare necessities and her weapons and ammo - hung over her left shoulder. Operative Iles stood near the shuttle doors. Punctuality was something she could appreciate. Hopefully their second encounter would be less hostile.
"Morning Operative Iles," she said. "Ready to go?"
Writergrlinabox's Character
Name: Tahra Iles
Age: 27
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Build: Athletic like a boxer
Hair: warm chestnut brown, down to between her shoulder blades but normally worn in a slicked back ponytail.
Eyes: Deep Sea green, with a bit of an edge to them.
Background: Tahra was a mercenary for hire when the Illusive Man found her, she was only seventeen then. She rose through the ranks of Cerberus quickly and also gained a quick reputation for being a loner. After proving herself over the course of a few years the Illusive Man assigned her to Cerberus’ special forces unit. She still prefers to work alone, not trusting others easily (and frankly most people are put off by her quiet, observant nature which is fine with her) but will do anything required to further Cerberus’ objective.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, excellent shot, trained as a medic.
Not so skilled at: Technology…she tends to shoot things to make them work.
Anima's Character
Name: Erin Decasta
Age: 28
Race: Human
Height: 5'7"
Build: Slender. Similar to that of a swimmer.
Hair: Glossy black hair that reaches down just above the shoulder blades. The length is kept short as it parts to either side on the front giving the hair a wavy-like texture.
Eyes: Rich, deep violet eyes.
Background: Erin was one of the many orphan's picked up by Cerberus and subjected to the many experimentations that the organization claimed to be for the betterment and preservation of humanity. Upon finishing a deep cover agent preparation program, where infiltration and espionage were valued more so than brute force and frontal confrontations, Erin finally assigned a real directive. The result of her first mission would catapult her reputation within the Cerberus infiltration ring to new heights. In time, she was transferred to the Cerberus specials where the most imperative of directives are given, one's that impacted the organization either positively or negatively.
Skills: Infiltration, assassination, electronic warfare
Weakness: Frontal confrontation. She was never trained to carry out what the Cerberus Shock Troopers do. Her skills are a hybrid of that of the engineer and phantom program.
Posted this here for ease of reference. I'm almost done with my post!
Name: Tahra Iles
Age: 27
Race: Human
Height: 5’8
Build: Athletic like a boxer
Hair: warm chestnut brown, down to between her shoulder blades but normally worn in a slicked back ponytail.
Eyes: Deep Sea green, with a bit of an edge to them.
Background: Tahra was a mercenary for hire when the Illusive Man found her, she was only seventeen then. She rose through the ranks of Cerberus quickly and also gained a quick reputation for being a loner. After proving herself over the course of a few years the Illusive Man assigned her to Cerberus’ special forces unit. She still prefers to work alone, not trusting others easily (and frankly most people are put off by her quiet, observant nature which is fine with her) but will do anything required to further Cerberus’ objective.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, excellent shot, trained as a medic.
Not so skilled at: Technology…she tends to shoot things to make them work.
Anima's Character
Name: Erin Decasta
Age: 28
Race: Human
Height: 5'7"
Build: Slender. Similar to that of a swimmer.
Hair: Glossy black hair that reaches down just above the shoulder blades. The length is kept short as it parts to either side on the front giving the hair a wavy-like texture.
Eyes: Rich, deep violet eyes.
Background: Erin was one of the many orphan's picked up by Cerberus and subjected to the many experimentations that the organization claimed to be for the betterment and preservation of humanity. Upon finishing a deep cover agent preparation program, where infiltration and espionage were valued more so than brute force and frontal confrontations, Erin finally assigned a real directive. The result of her first mission would catapult her reputation within the Cerberus infiltration ring to new heights. In time, she was transferred to the Cerberus specials where the most imperative of directives are given, one's that impacted the organization either positively or negatively.
Skills: Infiltration, assassination, electronic warfare
Weakness: Frontal confrontation. She was never trained to carry out what the Cerberus Shock Troopers do. Her skills are a hybrid of that of the engineer and phantom program.
Posted this here for ease of reference. I'm almost done with my post!
In
Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)
→
11 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Trying to get through my tests for today. I should be more active in the evening.
I have absolutely no idea why I triple posted. My computer is kind of in a funk. I'll edit them in a moment.
(Another double post. Sorry!)
(Double Post)
It had been a long trip back from the Citadel. Erin laid on her bunk as she skimmed the contents of the updated galaxy news. She glanced over at the clock. It was 2310. Her hair was still drying from her quick shower, which she enjoyed. Unlike her other comrade's operating environment, hers afforded certain luxuries that made even the most distinguished of diplomats look upon in envy. Based on what was asked of her, she could assume the persona of a prominent drug lord, weapons dealer, or even a 'relieving' a position with a government if needed. The thrill was unmatched. She could pretend to be someone else, slowly burying who she really was under all the lies.
Her most recent assignment was aboard the Citadel. It was a simple information gathering then removal of the target type of deal. A grin formed on her lips as she read the headline news:
A little after noon, C-Sec officers discovered the body of diplomat Aerielus Vectren when Vectren's secretary reported that he was missing. The turian diplomat was found dead in his apartment. Information concerning the death is still on-going, but C-Sec officials have reported that no leads have been found.
Vectren being a huge anti-human advocate no do--
Erin laughed as she tossed the tablet on her bedside table. Of course there wouldn't be any leads. Unlike the black ops units in regular militaries, Cerberus spared no expense when it sought to create the perfect operatives, each formidable and specialized in their own trades. For her, she belonged to the infiltration corps. Wherever the Illusive Man needed eyes and ears in the flesh or 'removing' someone hampering humanity's progress, her branch was sent forth. She was trained to be thorough in these sensitive assignments.
Breathing deep, Erin got up just as her communication terminal pinged. An eyebrow arched. It was 2315, and there was only one person who would send a message at this hour. She walked over quickly. Opening the file, she quickly scanned the contents. She'd barely been back a day, and she could only guess the message was another assignment.
Shutting and locking down her terminal, she made to her wardrobe and pulled out a Cerberus casual. It had the typical colors, but the emblem was slightly altered. The mark of the Specials was a fainted imprinted wolf-like creature. Securing her belt, and tying the strings on her combat boots, erin attached her omni-tool and quickly made her way towards the door. It was unwise to keep the Illusive Man waiting. He was, after all, a very busy man.
Briskly walking through the hallways while offering pleasantries to whomever she passed, Erin walked passed a pair of hidden gun emplacements that were built around the entrance to the boss's door. She came to a halt as she placed her hand on the scanner. Several seconds later, the door opened.
Erin studied the other person in the room. The same uniform and mark were engraved onto her emblem. She was a special. Bringing her attention forward, she stood at attention. She couldn't help but marvel at the view of the burning star right behind the Illusive Man. It was ... breathtaking to say the least.
"Operative Decasta reporting as requested."
The Illusive Man looked up from one of his holoscreens as his illuminated eyes moved over the two. "Impressive work with the Turian," he said. "It's been confirmed that C-Sec has no leads."
"Thank you, sir."
"I have another assignment for you," he said. The Illusive Man typed something on his screen as Erin heard a ping from her omnitool. A matching sound came from the other operative's as well. "Unlike your past assignments, this directive requires two operatives. Namely, Decasta, you will be paired with Operative Iles. There have been some disturbing rumors circulating from various informants. How familiar are you two with the Geth?"
"Very," Decasta said.
She stood relaxed as the Illusive Man looked over to Operative Iles. "Operative Iles?"
Her most recent assignment was aboard the Citadel. It was a simple information gathering then removal of the target type of deal. A grin formed on her lips as she read the headline news:
A little after noon, C-Sec officers discovered the body of diplomat Aerielus Vectren when Vectren's secretary reported that he was missing. The turian diplomat was found dead in his apartment. Information concerning the death is still on-going, but C-Sec officials have reported that no leads have been found.
Vectren being a huge anti-human advocate no do--
Erin laughed as she tossed the tablet on her bedside table. Of course there wouldn't be any leads. Unlike the black ops units in regular militaries, Cerberus spared no expense when it sought to create the perfect operatives, each formidable and specialized in their own trades. For her, she belonged to the infiltration corps. Wherever the Illusive Man needed eyes and ears in the flesh or 'removing' someone hampering humanity's progress, her branch was sent forth. She was trained to be thorough in these sensitive assignments.
Breathing deep, Erin got up just as her communication terminal pinged. An eyebrow arched. It was 2315, and there was only one person who would send a message at this hour. She walked over quickly. Opening the file, she quickly scanned the contents. She'd barely been back a day, and she could only guess the message was another assignment.
Shutting and locking down her terminal, she made to her wardrobe and pulled out a Cerberus casual. It had the typical colors, but the emblem was slightly altered. The mark of the Specials was a fainted imprinted wolf-like creature. Securing her belt, and tying the strings on her combat boots, erin attached her omni-tool and quickly made her way towards the door. It was unwise to keep the Illusive Man waiting. He was, after all, a very busy man.
Briskly walking through the hallways while offering pleasantries to whomever she passed, Erin walked passed a pair of hidden gun emplacements that were built around the entrance to the boss's door. She came to a halt as she placed her hand on the scanner. Several seconds later, the door opened.
Erin studied the other person in the room. The same uniform and mark were engraved onto her emblem. She was a special. Bringing her attention forward, she stood at attention. She couldn't help but marvel at the view of the burning star right behind the Illusive Man. It was ... breathtaking to say the least.
"Operative Decasta reporting as requested."
The Illusive Man looked up from one of his holoscreens as his illuminated eyes moved over the two. "Impressive work with the Turian," he said. "It's been confirmed that C-Sec has no leads."
"Thank you, sir."
"I have another assignment for you," he said. The Illusive Man typed something on his screen as Erin heard a ping from her omnitool. A matching sound came from the other operative's as well. "Unlike your past assignments, this directive requires two operatives. Namely, Decasta, you will be paired with Operative Iles. There have been some disturbing rumors circulating from various informants. How familiar are you two with the Geth?"
"Very," Decasta said.
She stood relaxed as the Illusive Man looked over to Operative Iles. "Operative Iles?"
Please use whatever is most comfortable for you. If you want to switch, awesome. If not, that's totally okay!
Typically, my first person narrative ends up being rather dry, and I don't enjoy writing them so much. My past partners who I attempted to write in first person must have hated it. Anyways, use whichever perspective fits you.
Typically, my first person narrative ends up being rather dry, and I don't enjoy writing them so much. My past partners who I attempted to write in first person must have hated it. Anyways, use whichever perspective fits you.
© 2007-2024