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Lizzy Sky said
@ dereken - We can always use more! We're shorthanded atm. I like Illinois' nickname. Is Noise from pre-Freelancer military, or is it something he's going to earn early in the rp? If it's the latter case, I totally want Lizzy to come up with it (unless you have other plans).


The latter I guess? I'm not quite sure I understand the question.
Name: Donovan Baldur

Codename: Illinois

Nickname: Noise

Age: 34

Rank: Freelancer (Former Sergeant First Class)

Specialty: Explosives, mid-range combat

Armor:

Armor Ability: Armor lock

Appearance: Donovan is a long time soldier and demolitions expert, and he shows it. His face and body are crisscrossed with a variety of scars. He has a broad, flat face, with a nose that looks like it's been broken more than once. His eyes are dark brown, and his hair is a closely shave black. Donovan is large, in both height and width. He stands at 6'4", and has a broad chest, and thick arms. He is in almost all aspects, intimidating.

History: Donovan comes from a long line of military men, and he is no different. He joined the USMC straight out of high school, and quickly distinguished himself as a capable soldier. He quickly found he was very talented in the usage of explosives, and specialized in them. He spent nearly a decade serving in the USMC, and in one particular case, managed to rig an entire enemy occupied fort with plastic explosives. He served honorably, and was promoted accordingly until Project Freelancer took notice of him. He joined up eagerly, hoping to distinguish himself further. In training, he mastered the art of ambush tactics and trap laying.

Personality: Despite his gruff appearance, Donovan is very friendly and gregarious. He is a loud person, and has the bad habit of shouting out to friends, acquaintances, and even strangers, at long distances. He is not serious at all, and likes to tell jokes and pull pranks on others in his down time. There are very few people Donovan has met that he didn't like, and try to make friends with. Even on mission and in training, he likes to make conversation with anyone around.

Any specific weaknesses/flaws: He is lacking in the way of long range combat. He can manage close range due to his size, but he's not as good as others.

Quirks: Talks too much, hence his nickname.
Hey, can I join in?

I'd like to be Illinois.
Braedug interceded between the worker and the mercenary, with his usual false grin.

"I am the smuggler your boss was talking about. How may I help you?"

The workman was glad to no longer be talking to the armed man who didn't talk to him, but only glared. He returned Breadug's grin.

"Nice to meet you. I was told to tell you that you were going to this place called Mos Eisley, some hole out on Tattooine. Boss said you'd be familiar with the place. He also said you were picking up some supplies from there too. Rodian named Ghodan should be waiting,"

Braedug thanked the man, and shook his hand before he and the other workers left. Braedug raised the cargo lift, and made for the cockpit.
One of the workers who seemed to be in charge sauntered over to the armored man, and attempted to strike up a conversation.

"Ah, you know hows it goes. The local constabulary decides to make its round, so everything has to be kept on the down low for a couple hours. You're not the smuggler, right? Boss said he's a twi'lek,"
Braedug pulled a deck of cards from one of his many pockets, and was in the middle of shuffling them, when a knock at the entrance ramp startled him, causing him to drop the cards onto the floor.

"Open up, Sae Tin sent me! I've got the shipment,"

Braedug looked at his compatriots, and stood up from the table. He made his way to the cargo room, and with a few taps on the panel, the door connecting the cargo hold to the rest of the ship was locked, and a lift descended from the cargo room, opening it for the strangers to load up the Scrap Heap.
I can start posting again tomorrow. My dads place doesn't have reliable internet.
I doubt that he'd give the cold shoulder just because we decided to move the plot forward a bit. I hope he hasn't forsaken us.
Honestly, I can't do much until reem posts.
I can do thursday 2:30-6:30, then 8:30-whenever I go to bed. I'm just waiting for reem to post with our heading and cargo.
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