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6 yrs ago
What is even the point of pineapples on pizza? You might as well throw strawberries or apples on it too. I mean that's what I would do if I knew I had shit taste lol.
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6 yrs ago
It feels good to be back on this site after so many months. Military life is exhausting.
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7 yrs ago
"Yeah man, I'm actually being smart with my scholarship money. I'm saving it instead of buying things out of impulse like other people." *buys a pair of Yeezys the next day*
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7 yrs ago
I just want to be apart of an RP that actually ends. You know, without everyone dropping out.
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7 yrs ago
Steam sale is here. There goes my wallet.
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Bio

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Name: Haydrex Ashur Joshin

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Race: Human

Affinity:
-Sano

Personality:
-Quiet, reserved individual who doesn't talk unless spoken to.

Greatest love:
-Finding inner peace

Motivation:
-His urge to expose himself to new experiences but is also okay with where life takes him

Fighting Style:
-Prefers to fight in long distance, but if he has to, he will fight in close quarters. Haydrex, if he's not rarely lurking the streets during daytime, carries an ancient long blade Elven sword given to him by the White Mages of the North and a small portable sniper rifle that can be easily taken apart and assembled. Haydrex also carries with him a small .32 revolver and a small .22 pistol that he carries in his sock. He is an exceedingly physically fast individual who can get himself quickly out of trouble.





Appearance:
Asher is a handsome young man who stands around 5'10, he appears as if he can become lethally aggressive if you wrong him.

Hello, blub! Thanks for applying. Your sheet is great, and Haydrex is accepted, though make sure to include some of the recently-added character sheet sections like 'greatest love'.


Sure thing, I'll be sure to edit it.
Here's my character.

Jolly Gutters reminds me of Trevor from GTA V. Anyone else think so too?
Lennard

"I see. Sorry to hear about your incompetent officer." Lennard responded, realizing he was still unconsciously holding a glass of the insalubrious rum which he poured for himself the night before. With one rapid gulp, Lennard drank the rancid liquid before checking his primary fight display to his radar display. "No need for the escort by the way, Kushrina." he added, then glancing again over towards his advanced radar which he built himself a few years ago. It was actually a modified version of the one he had during the war, the Xullur D9-1093f. The only difference was the receiver had been modified so that any received signals from the receiver are then sent to a data recorder for storage on a disk or tape at a much faster rate. It was therefore significantly quicker than any other radar ever built. Waiting promptly for a few seconds to think judiciously about what options he had. "I can see you from my radar, I'll see you soon. Lennard out." He concluded before turning on his engine, he had then decided to go with them.

First was always the carburetor which needed to be double checked so that the extensions he designed specifically for the engine of this exact model could invariably cool the engines for many hours of flying that would be done today. Then, he prepared the X1-585a kick-starters that would boast his vessel in order to give the airship some horizontal velocity as he were on a runway on the other ship before tilting the ship. When the kick-starters were prepared, Lennard quickly adjusted his seat belt and put his helmet which came with a headset before he began to pull the lever to his right in order to manipulate the jet turbines to make it easier to take off.

It seemed as if all engine instruments seemed to work and function properly, as there were no abnormalities with in the engine itself or the mechanics. Otherwise, Lennard would know. He was after all, one of the liberally most precisely cautious men when he came to technology, most importantly his own. Then the heat thermal was set to a rational temperature while the flaps were raised up to tilt the vessel no more than 5 degrees. Then the Kellros 10-89d hoover balls checked and seemed to work properly in order to be used to elevate him without the need to tilt no more than 5 degrees at a safe velocity. When he felt that he was definitely ready once again to take to the misty morning sky above the vale and into an adventure of his own, he preceded to turn on the engines to pull the throttle. But before heading out so promptly, Lennard qued in again to the frequency of the fisherman to whom he heeded to thank for earlier.

"Leroy, I really have to thank you for giving me a heads up earlier." He earnestly said over the microphone, being thankful for honest folk like Leroy, the fisherman to be around. "If these had been pirates or skyraiders, I would have definitely been done for given that they had an opportunity to catch me from surprise. As you can tell, I don't think I'll be back in a while, goodbye and thanks again."

"Don't mention it, boyo. Just thank the fact that I had, by sheer coincidence, been up this early in the mornin'. Farwell lad and Godspeed, miboy." The fisherman amiably replied to the young, ambitious pilot. Contently, the fisherman soon then returned to his duties and headed towards the river and departed from Lennard's signals, leaving Lennard ready to take off from the small port and take to the ambitious skies above.

Flying brought immense joy for Lennard, almost as passionately immense as his narrow-interests for mechanics and aviation all of which were affable feelings that Lennard took fulfillment from nearly his entire life since early childhood. Even with the sickness that abruptly came after a night of drinking, the man could fly a plane innately as there is almost nothing that can stop Lennard from doing what he loved doing. This was due to the many experiences he gained as a child growing up as a prodigy aerospace engineer who worked for many companies and being in the military for a good amount of 10 years of his life, plus dejectedly another 5 of post traumatic stress and temerity that followed afterwards. Lennard was burdened by both genius and exposure, but hopefully this next potential job could make him forget once again about his past.

"Well, here we go. Show me what you got, Lenore." Lennard then pulled both throttles which sent the vessel accelerating at an almost alarming rate and he soon felt his heart rush again as he was filled of excitement, eager to see what fate might have waiting for him. The airship took a while to head off but then a few moments later, it was already in the sky. The prodigal pilot was glad to finally be in the air once again after an entire tedious week of irrelevant errands he had to attend for local farmers or friends, now Lennard was free to do as he chose. He then slowed the airship to a more stable velocity and turned on autopilot to help maintain a reasonable speed while elevating the ship using his Kellros 10-89d hooverballs a few hundred more meters from the ground.

With autopilot on, Lennard soon brushed up against the chair comfortably and quickly glanced at the directional gyro to make sure of the direction he was heading before having to concentrate again. Once he was at a safe altitude, he was free of restrain to needlessly worry about how fast he was going as he then look a moment to gawk at the beautiful morning sky had never looked more clear. All while gaining a stable, reasonable altitude. After a few moments past of flying for several brief minutes, the sight of Kushrina's Western Cross at last became clear to him from several hundred meters away. To make sure, Lennard magnified the small screen to his right to see that it was in fact her ship. Lennard then qued in to the ship through radio while accelerating.

"Good morning, Western Cross, this is Lennard Kliemer requesting permission to land." He radioed in, waiting for a response.
Oh no worries, just poking and prodding a little.

Calc II is stressful enough, I'm sure. D:


Thanks :D though it's not as hard as you think. Just really long and tedious, a single problem can take several pages and my professor loathes every time I do not show my work.
Apologies for being late, I was studying for a Calc II test :p

Will write again on Friday morning.
Lennard

While still in bed, he gradually attempted to get himself out of bed as nonchalantly and as abruptly as possible. First were his legs and then slowly the rest of his entire body before promptly springing himself from his comfortable bed, nearly tumbling over from dizziness. Could he still be drunk from the night before? Lennard, thought to himself. He then took a while standing to collect his bearings, if he still had any while sober, as his senses came to him very slowly again.

The rotten, clear stench of the exposed rum gave his mouth an almost unpleasant odor, so much that Lennard gagged from both the odor and the unpleasant ingestion of over-consumption from last night's drinking games. Lennard rushed toward's his desk which lay only a few feet from his bed to grab a pint of water he left himself last night to wash away the foul smell of piss from his mouth, he then abruptly began chugging the fluid ungracefully while some drops of water began to trickle down his neck and chest. Finally, when the entire pint was empty, Lennard climaxed with a very sudden, uncivilized burp and with that small assessment, Lennard was back to the man he knew he was, completely free from any undesired hangover that might ruin his day-off today. Lennard soon closed his eyes to recollect his senses again, only to hear static from his radio system and then a familiar voice from one of the farmers from the village not to far from where he docked.

"Hey, Lennie-boy!", said the voice. The static soon dissipated and Lennard quickly recognized that the voice had belonged to the fisherman whom he habitually bought from on Sunday mornings. "Answer the goddamn radio, you fucking alchy!" Screamed the voice again, to Lennard, the tone of voice was an obviously urgent one. For once in his life did he ever hear the fisherman's voice raise so quickly and Lennard could not simply ignore it.

"What is it?" He casually responded, still gathering his senses from the aftermath of drinking heavily of the night before.

"There's a group of unsavory people heading your way! I can't tell who they are judging by their airships, they're definitely not pirates, maybe military! But what the hell would they be doing here?" Lennard soon quickly gathered his equipment while the fisherman began to curse and make useless conjectures on who exactly those people were.

"I dunno who they are." He paused, while assembling the rest of his equipment. With a long pause, he began to load his lever action rifle and cocked it while hearing the sounds of steam engines outside, getting louder with every second that passed by. "I guess there's only one way to find out. Lennard out." He then switched the radio frequency to one he had remembered from his years of being in the military, a frequency that military personnel most commonly use. After a few brief seconds of channeling through the radio for a signal, just when he thought he found the frequency, he thought of something to muster and say to the incoming ships that were approaching him but before he could even utter a single word, another familiar voice echoed through his vessel.

"Afternoon Lennard, this is The Western Cross. Heading our way? If so, feel free to grab an escort courtesy of the Kushrina Mercantile Armada." Said the voice, he then stopped to put the pieces together.

"Annaveya Kushrina..." He thought to himself and with a laugh of relief he paused to see what would happen next. Lennard could only think that the purpose of her visit must be, whatever it was.

"Follow us if you'd like. We'll slow down so you can keep up. Would you need a transport ship to carry you to The Dawn's Guard?" She said, Lennard soon dropped his rifle and rushed towards out of his room and into the cockpit of his vessel, turning the engine on while catching a glimpse of the grand fleet of ships that floated around him in the crisp morning sky. A sight that both excited and intrigued Lennard.

"Hello, might I ask what the purpose of your visit is, Annaveya?" Lennard said through the radio. He then smirked and then waited patiently to hear a response from the young commander while heating his engine up and getting ready to disembark from he port.
Sorry for the delay, I was really busy yesterday. Will write soon.
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You're in the air, right?


Yes, I am docked at a station somewhere for now(though I do not know where exactly, but it is most likely near some small remote town).
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