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I'm afraid not; you only addressed the Earth issue, and not the others I've listed.


I've changed the spelling to Cruxi; the Orthodox Jews now refer to themselves as "Torahts", he wears contacts instead of glasses, and the Framework picture works completely fine for me.
Thread is up.

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CREEEEED!

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Earth has been uninhabitable for a long time, so Switzerland doesn't even exist anymore. There may be some remnants of the old religions still surviving to modern day, but nobody identifies as being part of them anymore. Also, the correct spelling of the alien invaders is Cruxi. Also, there's gotta be a better reason than that for the military to accept a sight-challenged pilot without having cybernetics.

Then Framewerk's picture doesn't work, and you'll either have to drop the knife or the flamethrowers. Otherwise it's fine as a sniper-type


You're right, totally forget about Earth being uninhabitable. Changing it now.

Should be all fixed now.
Very rarely does an RP catch my eye. Good job, you've got me back into RPing.




If he can apply over the weekend I could see this surviving. Let's hope he can apply soon!
Bump! If nobody is interested, I'm afraid I'll have to close this down. :(
The Elf didn't move. How could he? Despicable behaviour was what he had committed, attacking a fellow citizen. He had learnt this lesson, though. The man left the hall cheerfully, no more jugs in his hand or mead on his lips. How strange. Had he succeeded, or failed? As more and more information dawned on him, Ignaescious remained firmly where he had fallen. It seemed he would not be moving. The Elf was slouched in an uncomfortable position, a broken chair his mattress and a smashed mug his pillow. It was almost too comfort . . . He fell asleep almost too quickly.
The Elf was not a sadist and, in his head, he swore, did not enjoy this. It was the right thing to do, however. The man had been kind, but this did not protest his innocence. They approached the door and chances are the man had a knife. He would have to quickly deal with that. Quickly throwing Tristan at the wall of the hall, which was now mostly empty, he grabbed the man's belt and looked for any kind of weapon. Not finding anyway, Ignaescious stared into his frightened eyes. He delivered a powerful punch to his gut. However, something seemed wrong in his eyes. They were like an autumn moon and full of bright futures and the stars. He saw a young Elf in those eyes, a young Elf whom had left his home in search for something new. He was running, not leaving. Running from hate, bullying and a life he did not want. Who was that figure in those eyes? The Elf was drunk and angry. Fearsome. Frightening. Fearful. Ignaescious backed away, tripping over a table and falling over onto the floor. His eyes met the ceiling. The ceiling didn't look back.
The man was obviously insane. He was rambling for what seemed like decades and couldn't keep his two eyes on the same place for more than a few milliseconds. He was obviously a danger to society. The Elf did not glance at the Governor leaving the room nor did he care for him. He was just. This drunkard would find that drinking in excess was wrong. Ignaescious quickly thrust his arms, grabbing and holding tight to the collar of the man in front of him, quickly pushing him towards the door of the tavern, trying to remove him from the hall.
4 not including me.
That'd be great. I'll work on the IC once we have 4 players on board.
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