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Alright Soooo here it is,
I'm an old man (post 30's) who has been at the RP game since I was in Middle School. Happily Married and a huge Nerd. My main interests for RP's and such are Medieval Realistic Fantasy, As in no one person wielding a massive 200 lb weapon in one hand or going way over the top with crazy 25 hit combos in the air. I like things to play out as they would normally of course with magic, magic is always fun. I also like Futuristic Space (Star Wars, Mass Effect, and almost anything involving some sort of Mech). I work a crap ton and cant really get into a real post every day but I do try. If you think you got something I might like hit me up.

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@CaptainSullyalright sounds good no worries. Thank you
Alright moved us forward a bit. I really don't want to leave anyone behind but we have waited a long time so yeah. For now this will be free combat I'll let you guys take out the beasties as you please and I'll keep sending waves. Then once we get to the final fight I'll throw each side its own boss to take down sound good?
-=Main Gate=-


Jing and his group would waste no time while they made their way to the main gate. And it seemed for good reason, when they arrived things were already bleak as the Guardsmen's moral was already wavering against unfathomable odds. Jing immediately sprung into action the old general in him coming out for a bit. "Everyone hold your ground! remember your job here is to hold this gate until the civilians can escape, we are not here to push back this horde just yet. So do your best and when the men at the Gatehouse ring that bell you run for your life. As long as we can hold out till then that will be our victory." he yelled out. Sure the men might have already known what their job was but it was a bit reassuring to hear that they weren't expected to turn back the tide and the moral stabled for the moment. Then the Irregulars got to work. Jing, Jenramo, and Alm threw themselves at the Gate itself helping to keep the structure closed as long as possible While Shion and Gwen made their way up to the ramparts to help how they could. It was there that they saw just what they were up against, an unending tide of orcs stood beyond the gates trying to force their way through. Shion put himself to work drawing his bow and taking shots at any orc he saw caring ladders to the front, while Gwen took a moment to chant a spell to soften up the front line.

-=Eastern Market District=-
@HowlsOfWinter@Noodles@Athol

As the group approached the Market District things were relatively quiet for the moment as the civilians made their preparations to evacuate. But that quiet was quickly broken as a scream rang out from two blocks down and a woman could be seen running into the main street soon followed by a group of four Spider Mounted Goblin Calvary wielding spears who quickly caught up to the woman and ran her through. The Goblins then dispersed a bit starting to target any human they saw as those who were packing their things gave up on the effort grabbing what they could and making a run for the Gatehouse.

-=Western Residential District=-
@Sync@13org@Lyla@Athol

Things in the West were not calm at all when the group arrived. Fires were already beginning to spread and Orcs had already bad it through the walls. There was a detachment of Guards and a few Adventurers already engaged with the Orcs but things were not looking good. As the Irregulars would move to join the battle and help the guardsmen their path would be cut off as a group of 8 orcs would break off and make their way to the small party.
In Dyst 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Tilly You can't sometimes you just get extra posts. It happens

I had the site bug one time where I made the same Post four times by mistake
@CaptainSully The fight chirography is very nice, but that made me a little sad. I was waiting to see how Gaz would "Gracefully" follow the other two who were being very agile. But you kinda seemed to ignore everything that happened before the Hive showed up. Please tell my you are going to go back and edit that bit in because I know Sector went through a lot of work to build up the scene leading up to the fight.

Edit: Also there Gaz better find himself a fire hose or something. Sven will not let him back on the Fang dripping with Blood and Gore like that!
Hmmm Tau.... I might make my Gothica Tau Fleet appear just to wreck someones day eventually.... Yes that sounds fun...
@ShiningSector That was an amazing post. I love my Co-GM. Think I might make you in charge of making creepy shit from now on.

@Murdek You still got a bit more to go off of with my post. Your character is the only one with Silas in my last paragraph and there is still a question posed to you there.
So how did everyone's week go? Mine sucked... Our apartment's AC went out AGAIN and its been at least 90 F in the apartment every day :(
The trip to the Balrog was going fine, Silas started to open his mouth to comment on the other's thought but then the fang shook as there seemed to be some sort of explosion outside. "Status Report!" Silas immediately opened up a comm line "Nothing to worry about.... Your "Crack Pilot" apparently doesn't know how to navigate an asteroid field. That and he doesn't understand the idea of stealth...." Sven answered back while steadying the ship. "Well dammit... Alright change of plans then... Since it probably won't be long before someone comes to check out an exploding asteroid field, I need you three to head strait to the bridge. Your job is to hold off whoever tries to take the bridge while me and our rookie will make our way to turn power back on." Silas decided after a moment of thought. Luckily the rest of the trip was uneventful and the Fang made its way to the Balrog. As the ships approached the Balrog Sven decided to open up comms again. "Alright try to land in the aft end of the hanger, it looks like a bunch of the military transports are still docked there. We should be able to hide ourselves with them so when company arrives our ships don't stick out like a sore thumb and get dusted by whoever follows us. Or at the very least try not to blow anything up..." he relayed to Macklyn while pulling the Fang into the hanger of the downed ship.

As the ship set down and its magnetic locks engaged Sven gave another report. "As suspected the levels of oxygen on the ship is not suitable for life, also it seems that the artificial gravity is deactivated." Silas put on his helmet and activated its seal "Alright then lets get this party started." he said as he got up and exited the Fang moving over to Macklyn's ship. Silas didn't bother to activate his grav boots and decided to get around using light boosts from his suits built in propulsion pack. Once reaching the ship he waited for Macklyn to exit the ship. "Thanks to your stunt plans have changed, me and you are going to restore power now hurry up and follow me." He said to the rookie before pushing off the ship sending himself on his way heading toward the Main Generator room.

The interior of the ship was similar for both teams it was clear something happened as the walls and floors of the abandoned ship were covered in blood splatter, scorch marks, bullet holes, slashes through metal and various other damages, but there were no bodies, remains, or even discarded weapons and ammo. Worse off the ship was dead silent save the creaking of the hull as the derelict drifted through space. The sight nearly shot a chill down Silas' spine. "Any thoughts at what caused this?" he asked Macklyn trying to get a feel for how the rookie was holding up. But before the rookie could answer the silence was broken. "Bad news Boss, looks like you were right I just got a chirp from MACK, looks like we got a few ships coming on radar. A Cruiser Class and two Light Cruisers. Seems they have found the Balrog and are making their way here. Probably came this way seeing what all the commotion was...." Sven's voice came over comms with the last sentence being directly pointed at Macklyn. "Right we are almost to the Generator Room, how is everything going on your end Spyglass you make it to the Bridge yet?" Silas answered back after checking his progress on a small holo map being projected off of his wrist.
In Dyst 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Thane "Old Man" Cross

"A nation can only leave a man to die so many times before he doesn't come back"


6'4" Tall, Athletic Build, Grey eyes, Silvering Hair


Gender: Male

Race: Gracian

Age: 568

Abilities:

"A Cut above the Rest" - Due to his breeding Thane is a prime subject of the physical body. making him stronger, faster, and more clever than most unaltered beings. That was back in his Prime, currently he can still beat the average man in most things but can't stand up to those who are physically enhanced

Ocular Implant in Right eye - allows Thane to adjust zoom and switch between view types (Normal, Infrared, Night Vision)

Arm Mounted Weapon Tether - An Electrical jack on Thane's right wrist that can connect to his rifle interfacing with his Ocular Implant allowing it to access a scope like camera mounted on the gun's barrel. Also if Thane would be forced to drop the gun the tether could be reeled back in to quickly rearm Thane in rare circumstances.

Cybernetic Arm - Thane's left arm has been replaced with a Cybernetic Prosthetic. This prosthetic is equipped with a twin energy pistol mounted above the wrist, and a grappling cable mounted underneath the wrist for mobility.

Equipment:

CTS Armor - The "Chameleon Tactical Skin" Armor plating is type of stealth technology that allows the user to blend in almost perfectly with his environment as long as it is not moving. Making Thane almost Invisible when he is sniping.

Old Birtha - Thane's Personal Energy Sniper Rifle, She has been with him for years and always served him well.

Tactical Knife - Nothing fancy just a knife Thane keeps in case of close range combat

Bio:

As a young boy Thane was literally groomed to become part of the Gracian military with both of his parents serving in some form of the armed forces and undergoing genetic enhancement in an attempt to produce the perfect soldier as an offspring. And the product of these enhancements was no failure. Even at a young age it was clear that Thane was faster and stronger than the other children his age. And while most others were sent to grade school Thane was off to the Military Academy.

It was at the academy that Thane really grew to appreciate his enhancements as they put him at the top of his classes. Thane was stronger, faster, smarter, and more agile than any of the other cadets and it made him a target for the other classmates. But still Thane pushed on ending up graduating at the top of his class and was selected to join a special forces division of the Gracian Military "The Black Blades".

Thane's boot camp for the Black Blades was unlike anything he had seen at the academy and he was pushed to his limits every day. It was here where his proficiency with a rifle started to show. It seemed that his reaction times and calculating skills went beyond even his enhanced abilities and it was set so that he would become the "perfect" marksman. But this was not an easy path, it was on his first field operation with the Black Blades that Thane lost his right eye and the first time he had to fight to survive.

Tasked with assassinating a Imperial Admiral, Thane thought he had the easy job of just taking the shot. But things never go as planned the glint of his scope was spotted by a counter sniper who quickly sent a bullet down Thane's scope. Luckily the Scope itself deflected the bullet, but the scope itself basically exploded and lodged glass shards into Thane's eye. One slip up and the mission was aborted the other Blades disappeared leaving Thane alone behind enemy lines and injured. After Two weeks of running, avoiding his enemies, and nearly starving to death Thane finally made it to safety and was picked up by the Black Blades, but by that time it was to late his eye had become infected and would have to be removed.

This was the first time Thane would come to alter his body. He decided to take on a cybernetic eye implant so he wouldn't have to use a scope and risk this kind of failure again. He even went as far as to add a tether line on his arm so he could interface with his rifle better. By the time of his next "failure" Thane spent 276 years with the Black Blades taking on vital missions to "End the War" and in this time there were many times when Thane would be left to survive on his own after a mission as it seemed the Black Blades never really had an exit strategy for their troops.

Thane's second failure was finding out the truth. After a sting of assassination missions against targets that seemed to be advocating for peace Thane decided to do a little investigating of his own and used his time abandoned by the blade find the truth. After a few hints and tracking down the Political Rival Thane saw it, An Imperial Politician in communication with his commanding officer in the Blades. The two spoke for a bit on a well done operation and how the will of a "Bal Collective" had been done. Having a piece of information he could use Thane retreated needing to learn more of this Bal Collective.

Thane would spend his free time in the next three years researching into this Bal Collective but never found much. Although he was able to tie them to assassinations and accidents on both sides of the war that would end up killing or incapacitating those who seemed to be on the path for peace. But the day came when apparently Thane had not been careful enough in covering his tracks while researching and the Bal Collective found out about him. While on route to a mission Thane's squad turned on him attacking him mid flight. Thane's superior strength and ability allowed him to come out the victor, but there was a contingency. An Explosion from within took down his transport it landing somewhere in the Middlelands and gravely injured Thane.

Luck smiled on Thane that day as some human farmers pulled him from the transports wreckage and nursed him back to health. When Thane came to he thanked his rescuers and quietly made his way back to Gracian territory. Upon his return it seemed that Thane had been Blacklisted from most of his contacts, but some old friends owed him a few favors and Thane was able to get himself a cybernetic arm to replace the one he lost in the crash. He also learned that all records of Thane had been erased from the Gracian records. Knowing this wasn't a good sign Thane left the Gracian lands disconnecting himself from the grid to prevent him from being tracked and returning to the Middlelands to plan out his next action.

Thane would spend the next 50 years laying low in the Middlelands acting as a farmer and a bit of hired muscle to keep pirates away. It was after he was sure that the Bal Collective would assume his death that Thane decided to return to civilized life. Luckily the 50 years he had spent as a farmer had tanned Thane's skin and his prosthetics were easy enough to hide allowing Thane to blend in with most of the Empire's culture. Needing a steady source of income to replace his failing body parts Thane began work as a hired gun within the Empire starting to make a name for himself. For the next 200 Years Thane would hide himself making new aliases, never taking off whatever stupid mask he downed for that name and ended up taking 20 different aliases over the span.

Finally 18 years ago Thane ran into Murdoch a kid with a good head on his shoulders and even let Gracian's into his group. So Thane took a chance deciding he might of found a place to settle for a bit he handed over his full "Resume" and opted for a position among the crew. Not being an idiot and looking a gift horse in the mouth Murdoch accepted the proposal and Thane has been a member of the crew since. Still pulling his weight even at his old age.

Personality:

An old soldier at heart. Thane is very rough and has a bit of a dark sense of humor. He isn't afraid to speak his mind and wont sugar coat his words. That said he is loyal to his companions refusing to see one of his own left behind as he once was. Full of old war stories Thane is always willing to spin a tale in his free time.

Relationships:

Deckard - "What can I say about the Boss? He is fair and doesn't discriminate against Gracian. A good leader, able to keep his cool and make the right call. Also really hard to kill... Don't let him know about that job, it was a long time ago..."

Vendro - "I feel bad for the kid, life can be tough and to be murdered at the age of 10 must of really messed with him. Must be weird for him to have spent so little time in his normal skin I mean after this much time I would of upgraded to an adult body if possible."

Caspra - "That girl is a little firecracker to say the least. Has a bit of a funny accent sometimes and is a bit hard to read. But she doesn't bother me much, as long as she keeps herself down on the battlefield we should get her toys back no problem.

Other:
Chef - bit of a seasoned cook. A bit of hands on training and a few downloaded recipe books makes him good at what he does.

Story Teller - A very long life gives Thane a lot of stories to tell, and he isn't shy about it. The Old Man can talk for hours
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