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Obi Wan Kenobi in Battlefront 2: "It's over Anakin. I purchased the high ground in a Loot Box."
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7 yrs ago
You sure your dog isn't just a fish?
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7 yrs ago
The Plot of Lost: A plane crashes on a hot island so people are always sweaty. The island has a ton of MYSTERIES, chiefly that somehow all the women still have access to razors for their armpits.
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I've gotten weirdly into Synthwave lately...
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---Character Bio---

Name: Sen'Irril (formerly nar Moreh)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Quarian
Class: Engineer

Appearance:


Background: Just before Sen was about to leave for her Pilgrimage she was exiled from the Migrant Fleet after a severe lapse of good judgment on her part caused the death of two of her friends, and almost lead to the destruction of an entire Habitation Frigate. She was heartbroken over the loss of her friends and the merciless attitude of the Admiralty Board left Sen feeling grief stricken and resentful. She left the Migrant Fleet with a lot of anger and ended up joining up with a pirate crew as their engineer. As a pirate Sen learnt how to use firearms and fight dirty.

She fought with the pirates for a year until she learned that they were planning on hitting a scout ship from the Migrant Fleet and ransoming the ship and crew back to the Quarians. Faced with directly betraying the people who had exiled her, Sen found the last dregs of loyalty that she still had for her own people. When the pirates stopped at Omega to resupply before the hit, Sen secretly sabotaged the craft and then jumped ship. When the pirates went after the scout ship, their weapons overloaded, crippling the pirate ship and allowing the weaker scout craft to destroy it. Sen had saved a shipful of her own people and they would never know it.

Working, for a time, on Omega Sen eventually gathered enough Credits to buy passage on a ship heading for Citadel Space. During transit the Transport passed through a system that had recently been occupied by a remnant group of Collectors. Since the loss of their base the Collectors had been on a rampage. The transport was shot down over a terrestrial colony world and Sen, surviving the crash, found herself in a middle of a skirmish between Collectors and Human colonist resistance movement lead by an Asari Specter named Nasala. Nasala intended to use the colony's FTL Comm Tower to report the Collector presence to the Council, however the Collectors had surrounded and disabled the tower.

Sen joined up with the resistance, fighting through the collectors and using her technical expertise to get the comm tower up and running while the colonists and their Specter commander kept the Collectors at bay. With the warning sent out to the Council, Sen and Nasala dug in at the Tower with their forces until Citadel forces arrived in the system and obliterated the Collectors, freeing the colony and rescuing Sen and Nasala. The Asari had been impressed with Sen's grace under fire and her combat ability, and when they arrived at the Citadel, Nasala invited Sen to join her on her adventures.

Together Sen and Nasala embarked on numerous missions for the Council, both official and unofficial, including but not limited to, dismantling a Batarian terrorist cell, investigating reports of an Ardat-Yakshi operating in Kithoi Ward on the Citadel, a small war against a Red Sand baron with ties to Aria T'loak, and shutting down an illegal Hanar prostitution ring (an assignment that still gives Sen nightmares to this day).

Eventually Nasala approached the Council about the possibility of having Sen inducted into the Specters, something that would have been unprecedented for the often vilified Quarians. The politics of such and act left the Council wary, and rumors of a romantic relationship between Nasala and Sen left fears of nepotism, but Nasala continued to push, believing the Sen truly had what it took to join the Specters. It all became moot however, as shortly after the Reapers invaded.

Equipment:
  • Quarian Envirosuit (customised)
  • Omni-Tool
  • Dual M-12 Locusts
  • Throwing Knives

Powers:
  • Combat Drone
  • Incinerate
  • Sabotage
  • Ionic Omni-blade attack
~ Avian Guardian ~

Name: Branwen

Gender: Female

Servant: None Yet

Family: Avian

Appearance - Guardian:


Appearance - Shifted:


Abilities:
Branwen has command over element of Wind and can create powerful gusts, small tornadoes and cutting winds with a powerful flap of her wings.

Personality: Branwen is ultimately a free spirit. Ideals of compassion and justice are all well and good, but the one thing she values above all others is freedom.

Biography: Once Branwen was a simple Raven, but since being risen up into a Guardian Spirit she has seen and experienced much. She has been bonded to three different Servants since her ascension.

*Sorry the Bio is so short, but I don't know enough about the lore to expand on it.*
This looks very interesting.

I do have an idea for an Avian Guardian, assuming that Guardians can indeed be semi-humanoid.
Yep, I think we're gonna have to call this one. Time of death: 1:57 pm AEST
I fear the GM's lack of activity is gonna do this roleplay in. I mean without any story posts to direct the plot, there's only so much we can do.
Do we know if DA has given us an age table of sorts for the Elves? It occurs to me that in all the time I've spent playing as one, I've never gotten how old the can be or any of that.


Most city elves have an average lifespan. While Elves were once immortal their contact with humans caused their lives to "quicken" as they put it. Dalish Elves, who live away from humans, tend to live slightly longer, but it's not enough of a difference to make any real distinction.

To summarize: Elves, for the most part, have the same lifespan as humans.
Seriously? It's Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones.
Someone actually made Daenerys Targaryen using the Dragon Age Inquisition character creator.
Valana, ignoring Vinrel's greeting, took a step forwards and turned to face both of the women. "A Templar, a former Templar, and the Chant of Light. This is sure turning into a sanctified afternoon, isn't it?" She raised her hands in a shrug before letting them fall back to her sides. "Let us hope we don't come across any Red Lyrium out here on the battlefield. Wouldn't want you ladies getting tempted and becoming a danger to the innocent..." She gripped her Spirit Blade a little tighter and turned away from the women, heading out into the small sea of bodies. "...At least Mages don't chose to put demons inside themselves." She muttered to herself.

Valana stormed through the site of the skirmish, muttering balefully, paying no attention to the death all around her. "Self righteous, sanctimonious... Spitting their holier-than-thou drivel... Maker my arse... Collar me just so they can sleep at night..." She didn't notice the hand reaching out until it was wrapped around her ankle. The grip was weak but it was unexpected and Valana very nearly feel flat on her face as it brought her to a stop. She looked down and saw a man, no more like a boy, wearing the armor of a Tevinter Legionnaire. His breast plate was caved in, likely by a hammer, mace or axe, and Valana could tell that he was going to die.

"...Please..." It was just one word spoken by a dying boy and, with her mouth set in a grim line, Valana knelt and drew a small dagger from the back of her belt. As she reached out to bare the boy's throat her hand touched metal and she saw the slave collar around his neck. She closed her eyes and drew the blade across the boy's throat, above the collar, and stood up as the light faded from his eyes. A slave. He hadn't been here by choice. He'd had this destiny forced upon him, swept up in events beyond his control. When was the last time he'd been able to choose his own path, she wondered. When was the last time She had been allowed to choose her own path? That thought hurt and she pushed it away, her eyes hardening as she wiped the blood off the dagger and sheathed it before continuing on her way.
Warden-Lieutenant Valana stood amongst the bodies, watching as the throat-cutters did their grim work. The blue uniform of a Grey Warden Mage was marred by spots of blood, but she paid them no mind, she had been in the very thick of the fighting, alongside the warriors, and a little blood was to be expected. The dark haired Elf watched the self styled "Taskmage" as he went about his business. She recognised what he was doing and was actually impressed. It was a clever use of Entropy, and honestly what was the alternative? To let the energy of dead men fade into the ground along with their blood? That would be a waste. And it was certainly a better way of restoring one's energy than drinking Lyrium Potions. She looked down at the empty flask in her hand, still tasting the unpleasant magical liquid on her tongue, and cast it aside with grimace.

Valana checked the bladeless hilt on her belt for the hundredth time since the fighting had ended and then started off back towards the main camp, ignoring the bodies being dragged away. A glint of light, reflecting off armor, caught her eye and she turned to see the Templar, Heather, seated on a rock. The Elf felt a knot of distaste in her stomach at the sight of the Templar armor, but she masked the feeling well, appearing completely indifferent as she strolled up the stand beside the seated woman. "Catching your breath, Templar?" She said, her tone intentionally neutral, as if she were simply discussing the weather. "I'm sure it's tiring work, slaughtering Mages. But at least it's work that you enjoy, right?" She stood casually as she spoke, resting a hand on the pommel of her Spirit Blade Hilt.
Soooo... This just happened.



...Woah, amirite?
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