DeadDrop

ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

Science bitch.

ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

I'm lowkey kinda bad, also based - excited for more RP will try not to drop - DEAD.

ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

All good gamer

ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

I'm evil I'm sorry v.v

ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

@Prisk Sorry mom, I couldn't find the IC posting thing and I didn't want to delay anymore.

So I posted a bit unorthodoxly :).

I'm back fr tho.. Hi everyone.

ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

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_{DAY 1 《》 STEELWATER [Landing Zone - A] 《》 Late Morning 《》 @DeadDrop}

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𝙺𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎'𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙶𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 - 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝? 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜? 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚛. 𝚁𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛-𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙲𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚁𝚘𝚋 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚣𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍-𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

Summary

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Robert urgently joins the fight, taking a shot right at the big bad - head first..

ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

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ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

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ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

Rob Hernandez - Hail to the King

Robert 'Flyboy' Hernandez

25 《》 6'2

_{P R E S E N C E}

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Will there ever be hope in a world where the light dares shows it's face.

Moralism meant everything when you looked at a moral compass, who to save who to give up. It was a hard choice for some and those in between but you had to try - giving up meant they win. With the recent events in the years that came it was important to keep one's humanity. Those who didn't keep it were just monsters, they were the monsters being fought.

It was hard not to become one, striving with each step Robert kept it like he always did. Cool, Collected, Charamstic. Even funny? Hell, god was a comedian.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Hail to the king.

Flying high in the sky with his team is what mattered, being a pilot and fighting those who opposed a nation's will that was the dream. It was crushed at such a young age when the Stigma hit the planet without a second thought, perhaps his dream to fly would return after the war or perhaps in another bleak life. Though Robert shared a rare trait some barely thought they'd ever possess - being an Aeon, being stuffed with spirits. In all sense, this king of the skies was a god killer and that's all that mattered.

Smelling the roses and contemplating the who and the why of what happened with the Stifgma would come with self reflection after the war, as soon as Robert was old enough he signed up. Warfare seemed like the goto choice but in reality went with the navigators as he did have a chance to touch and fly a jet amongst other vehicles but it was a ll boring. The Stigma had ruined it all, but Robert persisted through these times.

Being the lead in his field he downed and squashed as many fungus-bois that dared reared their heads towards him, he's flown a variety of sorties of the years in the UDF which has earned him the reputation of being an Ace. The nick name of flyboy has simply stuck with him since, and it was endearing but not everything was about him just being an ace. Being a famous Aeon had it's perks, especially during the war.

Despite being able to melt and belt his way through most demons or creatures that came his way Robert remained for the most part as a supportive role, a healer. Not everything had to be death and despair, not everything had to be answered with violence.

Yet, if it's a war they want then nuclear fire is what they'll get.

_{F O R C E}

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Blast
Barrier
Projectiles
Cluster
'G-Force'

Anything that slings led hangs on the hip of Hernandez, usually a .357 because bad ass can't be defined by a gun alone the style is the key.

Outside of that, assault rifles are the norm - but let's get to brass tacks.

The force inside of him usually revolves around, golden barriers, healing rays and orbs the type that keep you on the up and up and from - well dying.

The otherside of the coin is a volatile, nuclear hellfire that well. A mixture of earth and fire abilities allowed him to turn the ground into a molten lava, a nuclear hell hole if given the chance.

G-Force is when Robert is flying, the spirits within him can take some of the G-force from him so he can do more with limited air.

Fire, Earth, Lightning.

_{T R I V I A}

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Avid lover of cats.
_{F A M E}

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_HERO


Known ace-pilot going under the moniker 'Flyboy'. Extensive air time and sorties with corporation fighters and the monsters. Charming and young to boot.

_{T R A I T S}

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_{VITALITY 》 20
PRECISION 》 10
VENERATION 》 20
PROTECTION 》 10
RESISTANCE 》 5
SUPREMACY 》 20
DOMINATION 》 5
EXECUTION 》 5
DESTRUCTION 》 5}

Days Gone

𝚒) 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙸𝚜 𝙰 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜.
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚜 - 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚊𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎.

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𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 - 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.
𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍.

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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍.
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢.
𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚜.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗.

ᵀʰᵉ Spirits Within/Aeon

What the snot, guess we're back I don't know what to do do, I reply post AHHHHHHHHHHHH??????????

Oh waiting on mom.. *quietly deletes prepared reply to old thread :(*