After exams I might actually be able to make a character in here.
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Loud noises approached the village as a convoy rolled down the road in heavily armored and weaponized vehicular transports. Two heavy machine guns were mounted on each Loud noises approached the village as a convoy rolled down the road in heavily armored and weaponized vehicular transports. Two heavy machine guns were mounted on each one... There were seven transports in total. Were they mercenaries seeking out fame and fortune with the reports of recent attacks plaguing the cities and roads of Darkova? On the contrary they are merchants; though it was more than likely just funded by merchants while using their own personnel to safeguard the contents. A caravan. Finally the one who was at the head of the convoy (still really a caravan... though both terms equally apply) stopped and opened up the door that led into the main compartment of the leader of the 'pack'.
A booming voice came out of a woman with a smaller build than some, rustic red hair that fell down to her shoulders, and eyes that were like that of sea foam. “Stop the caravan!” the woman leapt down from the transport with a rifle strap around her body and with the very weapon hanging around her. A fresh looking scar lay upon her face that nicked through her nose... In all reality it wasn't fresh at all, in fact it came from a creature that the merchant lady now despises as a whole while hating fire at the same time... and fearing it. The scar upon her face burn continuously with the same fire and talons that created it, never letting the pain go away from that night. A reminder. Some could say that the scar glowed like the very flames that caused it as well...
With the convoy stopping the rest of the guards and any other merchants who may be with the group departed from their vehicles and worked on unloading the equipment and supplies for the village folk. Izzie Kenzie, first and middle name only, was the one leading this band. This investment had to pay off or everything would come crumbling down for her. She just relished the fact that they weren't attacked by the mangy beasts that gave her the line of bad luck she has today. The only survivor from that one attack on a deserted road... three transports turned into burning heaps of metal as sweet, burning flesh of many humans roasted. The stench still clung to her nose... All werewolves she hates now, especially those of the Hi Okami.
(OOC: I talked with Zarkun about it so I went ahead and introduced a character that both him and Zanon knows somewhat about from the other Darkest Heart.)one... There were seven transports in total.
A booming voice came out of a woman with a smaller build than some, rustic red hair that fell down to her shoulders, and eyes that were like that of sea foam. “Stop the caravan!” the woman leapt down from the transport with a rifle strap around her body and with the very weapon hanging around her. A fresh looking scar lay upon her face that nicked through her nose... In all reality it wasn't fresh at all, in fact it came from a creature that the merchant lady now despises as a whole while hating fire at the same time... and fearing it. The scar upon her face burn continuously with the same fire and talons that created it, never letting the pain go away from that night. A reminder. Some could say that the scar glowed like the very flames that caused it as well...
With the convoy stopping the rest of the guards and any other merchants who may be with the group departed from their vehicles and worked on unloading the equipment and supplies for the village folk. Izzie Kenzie, first and middle name only, was the one leading this band. This investment had to pay off or everything would come crumbling down for her. She just relished the fact that they weren't attacked by the mangy beasts that gave her the line of bad luck she has today. The only survivor from that one attack on a deserted road... three transports turned into burning heaps of metal as sweet, burning flesh of many humans roasted. The stench still clung to her nose... All werewolves she hates now, especially those of the Hi Okami.
(OOC: I talked with Zarkun about it so I went ahead and introduced a character that both him and Zanon knows somewhat about from the other Darkest Heart.)one... There were seven transports in total.
Just to let everyone know that I did not forget about this... work has just been crazy. :P
Just to forewarn people that I won't have internet probably for the rest of the week until the 21st, 'kay? 'Kay. On that note I'll try to work on some things and possibly send you a PM regarding it, Zarkun. DS is included into it however for his(?) help.
It was this -----> http://masseffect.portalation.com/files/2012/08/shepard-grin.png
It really fits in with "I should go"
It really fits in with "I should go"
Heheh, okay. Now then... I should go.
Aww... my image doesn't work. :(
Aww... my image doesn't work. :(
Hey now! I'm working on it! I had to post in a few site-wide threads first! :P
Hopefully I'll get my character up some time this week. So I'll be able to join in shortly as well soon.
Will do, bossman.
Oh, by that Zarkun I mean that nothing happened AT ALL. And I wouldn't know if they missed in the dA chatroom because I wasn't able to get in there either. (My internet acts funny with dA at times)
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