Looks good. I'd like to play as an Orcish ex-paladin.
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Interested. :)
Oh no! Well, I understand. Thank you for the opportunity, everyone. It was enjoyable while it lasted!
Hey guys. Sorry I haven't posted in the OOC the past couple of days; Comcast is worthless garbage and kept screwing up my internet. :P
@JJ Doe Wren is scared of deep waters. She can swim, but when she was young she tried to dive off a diving board in the deep end to show off in front of everyone, but slipped and ended up fracturing her leg; she fell in and couldn't swim to the surface, so she had to be saved by a lifeguard. I've been coming up with some headcanon in my spare time; this is just one of many childhood memories I've written for her.
If you make her go diving in an ocean sometime in the roleplay, she'll lose her damn mind. xD
@JJ Doe Wren is scared of deep waters. She can swim, but when she was young she tried to dive off a diving board in the deep end to show off in front of everyone, but slipped and ended up fracturing her leg; she fell in and couldn't swim to the surface, so she had to be saved by a lifeguard. I've been coming up with some headcanon in my spare time; this is just one of many childhood memories I've written for her.
If you make her go diving in an ocean sometime in the roleplay, she'll lose her damn mind. xD
Posted. Apparently, Wren's favorite thing to do is to salute people sarcastically. :P And I hope you enjoy her MacGyver-ism.
Wren barely had time to blink when her friends assaulted the Lurker with their Etro-given ferocity; the creature, near-dying, just managed to escape further damage from their hellish attacks, disappearing into the mud with a tiny squelch.
”Haha, run, coward! We—“ Wren was just about to compliment everyone’s teamwork when a crumpled piece of paper hit her square in the forehead. She caught it before it could drop into the marshy waters; she looked over at the perpetrator, who was giving her a particularly unpleasant look.
“Get into the Rover wreck and salvage the damn GPS… fucking geniuses wrote down coordinates that we can’t read without it,” Selene commanded her grumpily.
Wren had been friends with Selene long enough to know that she wasn’t in the mood for banter. She simply saluted her in a mocking fashion and ducked into the Rover, mumbling too quietly for her to hear, “No, that’s fine, no need to thank me.”
Looking down at the sizzling wreckage of the control panel, she found the GPS system fairly easily, but there was a problem – the screen cover had a giant crack from the rough touchdown running along its glass surface, so it was essentially unreadable. However, all of the location data seemed to be unscathed, and it found their position without fail.
”Well, I guess we don’t really need the cover…” she thought to herself. And with that, she pulled out her baton and, with the handle end, smashed the glass into a thousand pieces, which scattered everywhere on the dashboard. Satisfied with her improvisation, she tore out the wires of the GPS connecting it to the Rover and pulled it out from its metal sheath. It was functioning perfectly, and its heavy power brick assured that it would be able to work wirelessly for at least a couple of days.
***
Meanwhile, GPS in tow, the squad was on their way to the designated access point. It seemed they would have to traverse the sewer system in order to discreetly arrive at their destination. Though she wasn’t as prissy as Aurelia and Eric, Wren wasn’t exactly thrilled about this prospect. They were approaching a giant drainage pipe when, suddenly, a group of desperate-looking people clambered out of it. They were clad in old, dirty clothes, and seemed to have been traveling through the sewers for quite a while.
The refugees begged and pleaded to them for help; apparently, their group had been separated by a cave-in, and they needed to be reunited. Wren considered the problem carefully; while the idea of failing their mission filled her with dread and shame, she couldn’t ignore the possibility that the other half of the refugees would undoubtedly die if they were truly faced with Mordrem. She had gone this far without having to deal with the reality of war, loss, and sacrifice – she just couldn't weigh the options in her mind with the same resolve as those who have experienced Libra first-hand. But she knew that by refusing these refugees and continuing with the assignment, she would gain the respect of the higher-ups of the U.D.F. … and lose her self-respect. Wren decided that it just wasn’t worth it.
”Selene, we can’t just ignore them,” she said finally, dissipating the heavy silence in the air. ”If we worked together, we could probably carve a hole through the cave-in large enough for them to fit in without losing much time.”
”Haha, run, coward! We—“ Wren was just about to compliment everyone’s teamwork when a crumpled piece of paper hit her square in the forehead. She caught it before it could drop into the marshy waters; she looked over at the perpetrator, who was giving her a particularly unpleasant look.
“Get into the Rover wreck and salvage the damn GPS… fucking geniuses wrote down coordinates that we can’t read without it,” Selene commanded her grumpily.
Wren had been friends with Selene long enough to know that she wasn’t in the mood for banter. She simply saluted her in a mocking fashion and ducked into the Rover, mumbling too quietly for her to hear, “No, that’s fine, no need to thank me.”
Looking down at the sizzling wreckage of the control panel, she found the GPS system fairly easily, but there was a problem – the screen cover had a giant crack from the rough touchdown running along its glass surface, so it was essentially unreadable. However, all of the location data seemed to be unscathed, and it found their position without fail.
”Well, I guess we don’t really need the cover…” she thought to herself. And with that, she pulled out her baton and, with the handle end, smashed the glass into a thousand pieces, which scattered everywhere on the dashboard. Satisfied with her improvisation, she tore out the wires of the GPS connecting it to the Rover and pulled it out from its metal sheath. It was functioning perfectly, and its heavy power brick assured that it would be able to work wirelessly for at least a couple of days.
***
Meanwhile, GPS in tow, the squad was on their way to the designated access point. It seemed they would have to traverse the sewer system in order to discreetly arrive at their destination. Though she wasn’t as prissy as Aurelia and Eric, Wren wasn’t exactly thrilled about this prospect. They were approaching a giant drainage pipe when, suddenly, a group of desperate-looking people clambered out of it. They were clad in old, dirty clothes, and seemed to have been traveling through the sewers for quite a while.
The refugees begged and pleaded to them for help; apparently, their group had been separated by a cave-in, and they needed to be reunited. Wren considered the problem carefully; while the idea of failing their mission filled her with dread and shame, she couldn’t ignore the possibility that the other half of the refugees would undoubtedly die if they were truly faced with Mordrem. She had gone this far without having to deal with the reality of war, loss, and sacrifice – she just couldn't weigh the options in her mind with the same resolve as those who have experienced Libra first-hand. But she knew that by refusing these refugees and continuing with the assignment, she would gain the respect of the higher-ups of the U.D.F. … and lose her self-respect. Wren decided that it just wasn’t worth it.
”Selene, we can’t just ignore them,” she said finally, dissipating the heavy silence in the air. ”If we worked together, we could probably carve a hole through the cave-in large enough for them to fit in without losing much time.”
I think a male anti-hero would add some drama to the group. Not necessarily an asshole, but maybe a character who has the capacity to make evil decisions, or can be seduced by a villain if the right offer was made. But he has to be a good guy deep down. Think Zuko from Avatar -- a righteous heart, but prone to temptation.
@Free Faller Nooo, the pancakes!! :O
@Prisk Oh, my bad! I did read that but forgot about it, haha. Edited in the fight scene I had preemptively written but left out stupidly. :P
Posted! I wasn't sure to what extent I had control over the enemies, so I stopped it there. Wren's Engulfer will cause the Lurker to attack her and only her, so everyone could just wail on it if they wanted, haha.
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