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Current To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind.
10 yrs ago
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My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.

Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.

Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.

Most Recent Posts

In Streetlight Dragonflies → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
In Streetlight Dragonflies → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Mokley I did actually fill in those questions from my own perspective, but with his words. If you insist, I want to see David heal from his past experiences and become stronger emotionally as a result.

And yes, you can control Jeffrey. He's a down-to-earth soul, best friends with David.
In Streetlight Dragonflies → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


@Mokley Here's my guy. I pulled him from another supernatural type RP that died recently.
In Streetlight Dragonflies → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Mokley Is it okay if I made my investigator guy a former cop? Or a former journalist?
In Omega Serenade → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Present Day


Hazan ducked behind a low wall, bullets and slugs pinging off the plas-steel as he changed position. He and the rest of his crew were pinned down by massive gun positions on the other side of a bridge. Even with smoke grenades and their own explosives people returning fire, they were still in a world of hurt. His shields were down, he'd gotten a bullet in his left side, and their medic was stuck on the other side of a veritable no-mans-land. As the slender turian moved around his cover and kept low to avoid the machine gun fire above his head, he searched his visor for the one green diamond amidst the sea of friendly blue squares, hissing softly in paid as he held a talon to his side to try and stop the bleeding, even as he looked around desperately for the quarian medic.

"I'm not going to make it much longer like this..."

He slumped up against a wall and pumped his last charge of medi-gel into his side, groaning as he gritted his teeth and tried to power through the pain, even as the cooling gel numbed his injury. But as a rocket tore open a wall next to him, he grabbed his sniper rifle and made sure the clip was a fresh one before he swung out of cover, sighted a machine gun post and blew open the gunner's head like a melon.

"Spirits guide my hand..."

Without waiting, he swung his scope to the left and popped another man trying to rush to a new piece of cover. Almost immediately his fire was returned by another set of troopers to his right, forcing him back into cover with an angry hiss. Hazan racked the slide of his rifle, popping the heat sink, as he slapped a new one in and chambered it.

"The things I do for you, Daro..."

A few weeks ago...


Counting the credit chits in his talons, Hazan walked down the steps to the Lower Wards. His armour still on him in case of an ambush, with his sidearm clipped to his thigh, the mercenary was quite content with himself. Another contract finished with minimal damage to himself and another substantial payout. Enough to get his medi-gel restocked and his old wounds looked over at his favourite clinic on Omega. And, of course, a chance to talk to Daro. One of the few friends he had on Omega, the clinic's only nurse and doctor, all in one quarian package.

Unfortunately for Hazan, there were no elevators at Daro's block so he climbed the several flights of stairs to the top floor, where her clinic was. In doing so, he did a quick scan of the area with his omnitool, idly noting the single friendly signature on his HUD; that of Daro herself, who was at the bottom of the building, quaintly marked by a blue square.

Huh. Must be running an errand. Or taking out the trash.

He also noted, as his omnitool connected to hers via private network, that her vitals were normal. So no real danger. However, the banging noise coming from her floor drew his attention and he powered down his omnitool while he went into danger mode. He crouched and kept to the sides of the metal staircase, easing his footsteps and progress up to the sixth floor as he peeked round the corner. Sure enough, there stood a gaggle of men, dirty looking mercenaries probably hired by some third-rate scoundrel looking for an extra credit chit. One of them was pounding on the clinic door with enough force to rattle the metal security grate.

"Hey! Open up in there! Daro'Shuris nar Konesh! Your boss wants to talk to you! If you don't open up and come quietly, I'm going to blow open this door!"

Hazan took stock of the situation. There was one man, a burly human, at the door itself. Flanking him were a turian and another human, both armed with heavy pistols and behind them stood one more merc, a batarian, armed with a shotgun. In the relative darkness of the stairwell, he knew that even ol' four-eyes over there wouldn't see him, much less if he had his tactical cloak on. He tapped a talon onto his omnitool and waited for the short moment it took for his cloaking software to engage. His shields bent and refracted the light around himself, effectively turning the slender turian invisible. Then he searched the ground for something to distract the guards with, found a small pebble, and then chucked it at the back of the second human's head. The man with a pistol yelped and swung around.

" 'Ey man! What the hell?!"

The batarian turned around and gave the man a glance, unsure if he was being referred to or not, and shrugged his shoulders.

"What? What the hell did I do?"

Hazan crept forward, keeping low as he attempted to get near the batarian without getting caught. As the two argued, Hazan stood and turned off his cloak.

"Boo."

The slender turian shoved the batarian forwards, making sure he was between himself and the other armed men, even as the guards balked and tried to ready their weapons. Hazan moved forward behind his makeshift meat shield, running with enough force to sandwich all four goons between himself and the metal security grate covering the door. All the confusion and chaos elicited many noises of pain from the mercs in front of him, but the turian guard was smart enough to raise his pistol at him. Hazan responded by blocking the action with his left hand, grabbing onto both the pistol and the other turian's hand as he raised it up above his head. A deafening gunshot tore through the cramped hallway, the slug burying itself in the ceiling and leaving him with a ringing in his ears.

Undeterred, Hazan pressed forward, roughly shoving the batarian against his two companions as he twisted the turian's wrist just slightly upwards and then snapped his elbow with a palm strike to the hyper-extended joint. As the other turian screamed in pain, Hazan kept his grip tight on his pistol as the human extricated his gun arm and swung his pistol up at him. The grey turian responded by spinning around counterclockwise, taking the other turian's broken arm with him and causing more pain by bending it round the broken joint around his right side as he turned around.

His back now to the goons, he pushed his weight against the pile, keeping them pinned as he brought the guard's pistol to bear against the one that was being raised at him, their barrels almost touching as Hazan shoved a talon into the trigger guard of the pistol he was holding onto and squeezed. Another round bellowed from the heavy pistol, shearing into the raised gun at close range and knocking it out of the hand of the human guard. He shouted in surprised as he recoiled back from the impact while Hazan let go of the gun and swung around briefly to bury his right elbow into the other turian's face, feeling cartilage break from the impact.

The batarian whose back was against his struggled to get free as Hazan slapped the pistol from the turian's grip. The slender turian responded by swinging his left elbow into the back of his head, followed by him briefly moving away as he spun on his left foot and punched his lower back, making him grunt in pain. He followed it up by grabbing onto the back collar of his jacket and pulled, tripping the bigger man over his outstretched right foot and sending him away through his momentum.

The human guard yelled as he drew a knife from his belt and lunged at Hazan, the intent clear in his eyes. He countered the lunge by moving two steps back and bending his body into a C shape, bringing both his hands in towards his gut to grab onto the man's wrist. As he backed up, he twisted his body to the right, letting the blade pass him by. His left hand thumped into the crook of his elbow and his right hand, still gripped firmly onto the man's hand and the knife, pushed and redirected the lunge back into his chest. The serrated blade sunk deep into him and he screamed in pain, blood seeping from around the blade buried inside his front.

Hazan's attention turned lastly to the batarian, who was struggling to get up. He heard the telltale racking of his shotgun's slide and responded in kind by pulling his buddy's knife, once lodged in his chest, from its resting place and flung it at his last opponent. The blade flew through the air and embedded itself in the batarian's shoulder and, with a shout of pain, he went down too. As he made sure his last opponent was down for the count, he could feel the human guard sag in his grip, the life fading from his body as he bled all over himself and the floor.

The turian let go of the bleeding human, watching him crumple to the floor as blood now gushed from the open wound, creating a dark puddle on the plas-steel floor. Next to him, his turian buddy laid on the floor, groaning in pain as he held his arm, now broken in two places and at an awkward angle. Their boss, presumably, stood against the door to Daro's clinic, arms and hands up in a gesture of surrender. Hazan walked slowly towards him, a familiar glint in his eye as he drew his own knife and pressed the blade against the goon's neck.

"Heard something about a boss. Who's he? Quick now, I'm pretty sure you want to get out of here alive, rather than in a body bag."

"I- I- I don't know! All I know is that he's some big shot who works with the Blue Suns! He's just paying for this, I don't know what's going on, I swear!"

"Huh. Interesting. Well you go back to your boss and you tell him that unless he wants to be haunted by a Ghost, he lays off the quarian and her clinic, got it?"

"O- okay! Just let me leave! Please!"

Hazan withdrew the knife blade from the man's neck and watched as he ran, gibbering, away from the scene, leaving his men behind. He just shrugged and walked over to the batarian, who was out cold but still alive on the floor. Without removing the knife, he took his shotgun from him and stowed it on a piece of spare rigging strap on his armour. No room for extras, but he didn't want him to wake up and shoot at them while their guards were down. As for the turian with the broken arm...well he was in too much pain to do anything, but Hazan kicked his pistol away just in case. There was no saving the other human; he'd long since stopped moving, his blood creating a big, messy halo around his chest and head.

The turian sighed as he got up against the door to Daro's clinic and hailed her privately on their secure omnitool comms channel.

"Daro? Hazan here, listen: I found some thugs trying to cause a ruckus at your clinic. I sent 'em packing, but you might want to come up here quick before more of 'em show up."
In Streetlight Dragonflies → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Briza Actually if you wanted to go either the YouTube vlogger or paranormal investigator, I was thinking I wanted to make a younger detective who's got friends in the force that went missing after they went on holiday to Duskwick. You think these two misfits would team up before actually entering the town?
In Streetlight Dragonflies (surreal modern fantasy) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Subscribed. You have my interest. And a soundtrack tune.

In Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Day 3 of Shore Leave
A Gym
Somewhere on the Nexus


The slender, gray-skinned turian adjusted the speed on his treadmill and pounded his feet a little more, panting a little as he pushed his stamina to his limit, earbuds seated on his head as he drowned out the world around him to focus on his exercise.

It was day 3 of shore leave, one more day before they were shipped off to Voeld, and Hazan had decided to get some stamina training in before they left. He knew that the planet was going to be extremely cold, a fact which he loathed, and as such he was training himself to better handle the weather. The bitter cold would drain his stamina a lot faster than normal, since his body was also going to try and keep itself warm, so he wanted to make sure he was at tip top shape before the fireteam left.

Tazen made his way into the gym, carrying a bag that held clothes more comfortable for a working routine. The shore leave would end up soon and so the Salarian decided that it was time to do something more prolific with his remaining free time rather than idle it away stargazing or reading a book. He made his way through the few individuals in the gym, his thoughts briefly turning to the fact that he had only managed to get into it after he had provided credentials that he was part of APEX. He didn’t like the decision, even if he understood the reasoning behind it, of barring the civilians to use what few training faculties there were, but before that particular train of thought could go any further he noticed a familiar figure in one of the treadmills. “Volintis?” He asked, incredulity creeping into his voice. He hadn’t seen nor heard of the Turian scout in their three days of shore leave, and so he was surprised to find him in the gym.

”Huh- WOAH!”

At the sudden mention of his name from the voice he knew as his team leader, Hazan tried to both turn around to acknowledge his superior and keep running at the same time, but his feet tangled themselves up in each other and made him tumble head over heels off the treadmill and onto the floor. With a rather unprofessional yelp of protest, he untangled himself from his earbud wires and stood up, giving Tazen a small salute before a spike of pain entered his right leg, making him hiss a little.

”Sir, didn’t expect to see you here. Sorry about the leg, old injury.”

Tazen let out a little chuckle at Hazan’s tripping accident. “At ease Hazan, when out of duty you don’t need to treat me with any extra respect you don’t think I deserve. Outside of APEX you and I are equals.” The Salarian said, smiling to the Turian. He frowned slightly as Hazan hissed, waving his apology away, “There’s no need to apologize, I understand perfectly.” The ex-STG operative answered.

Before Hazan could speak again, Tazen bent down and pulled up the hem of the left side of his pant slightly. Immediately Hazan would be able to notice that the Salarian’s left leg was a prosthetic replacement, “As you can see, I know quite a bit about leg injuries myself.” He spoke before letting go of the hem that he had pulled up, “So, Hazan, what brings you here? Trying to get in some extra training before we ship to Voeld?”

The turian nodded and tried his best to be informal.

”Yeah, sir- I mean, um, Tazen. Trying to get my stamina up so the cold won’t bother me as much. Although now...maybe I should take a break, hehe.”

Hazan moved over to one of the nearby benches and sat down, popping open the top of his water bottle to take a swig, limping a little as he walked.

”And what brings you here? Also wanting to get some exercise in before we ship out?”

“Same as you Hazan, I’ve been taking it easy this past few days, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to get in some exercise done before we ship out of the Nexus.” Said the Salarian as he sat next to Hazan, “But I also tend to exercise as much as I can when possible since it helps with this as well.” He added, patting his prosthetic leg in indication of what he meant.

“Must say, I’m surprised to find you here. All this time on the Nexus and I didn’t see or hear about you once. And, well, considering that I’m ex-STG I’d say that’s fairly impressive. What’s your secret Volintis? I won’t go spreading it around, spy’s honour.” The Salarian said with a light chuckle, waiting for the Turian’s reply.

”Well... The Nexus is a big station, and I kinda like to keep to myself. Probably have my navy training to thank for that. But honestly, if you wanted to find someone, you probably could given enough time.”

The turian chuckled, mostly to himself and took another drink of water, one talon idly massaging his hurt right leg so the pain would go away.

“Any particular reasons for that?” Asked Tazen, his interest piqued. While he wasn’t the most social person, he didn’t understood, or saw the purpose behind, secluding oneself. “Ah, I’m sorry, that’s a bit of a personal question to start asking all of a sudden, huh?” He added once he got over his curiosity and remembered his manners, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Hmmm, you did mention your navy training? Any stories worth sharing?” He asked, hoping to divert the attention from his, well, rather question. “If it helps, we can swap stories. I doubt the stuff I did is classified after 600 or so years.” The Salarian added, laughing slightly.

”Well, I was with the 132nd Light back in the Navy, we patrolled the rim between Citadel and Terminus space, catching pirates and slavers and smugglers and the like. I did my duty for sixteen years, and I saw the worst side that the galaxy had to offer. Just...can you imagine people of any species, with explosive collars on their necks, crammed into cargo containers to be shipped across Terminus space? Coming in from the mass relays that are in Citadel space? Those men, we sent straight to the Council. They locked those slavers up for life, last I heard pending execution. Well, that was six centuries ago anyway. I left the 132nd after my sixteenth year, went to do mercenary work for a change. I was allowed the leave from the military by then anyway.”

Hazan shook his head. Six centuries had done nothing to dull the memories of his days as a Navy man, hunting pirates and slavers all across the Terminus sector.

Tazen grimaced slightly at Hazan’s recount. “Sounds like the standard situation in the Terminus-Citadel borders.” He said, not exactly surprised by what Hazan had told him. He had been in many covert operations in the Terminus and the Skyllian Verge and so he knew how bad those place could be, especially the former. “I do know what you mean though, I’ve seen it plenty of times.” The Salarian said, shaking his head to clear his mind of the memories.

“There was this one deep cover assignment I had, me and a group of other STG-operatives were sent to the Skyllian Verge as private security consultants. Pirate and slaver raids were one of the main concerns that those frontier colonies saves, we liberated more than our fair share of captured slaves, though probably not nearly as many as you.” He said with a sigh, smiling sadly. “We were in deep cover after all, so attracting attention beyond what was necessary was strictly forbidden, no matter if we wished to intervene and try and do more than liberating the slaves of those pirate crews that were stupid enough to attack colonies we were advising.”

”That reminds me of my first job with the Riggers. I’m sure you made the connections between me and some of the other members of the fireteam. Our first real mission together was to capture a bunch of slavers for the Alliance. That went kinda well, but that was the mission I got my bum leg from.” Hazan gestured to his right leg, which had stopped aching a few minutes ago.

”I got blindsided by a rocket and fractured it in a few places. You’d think several medi-gel casts, a few years of desk work and six centuries of space travel would’ve healed it.”

“Hmmm, I see, the Alliance does likes to use mercs every once in a while, especially when it comes to the Terminus. Always had a problem with flaunting that unspoken ‘don’t mess with the Terminus’ rule.” Tazen said with a light chuckle, “Then again, it’s a bit hypocritical on my end to say that. It’s not like STG didn’t flaunt the rules quite often, if not blatantly breaking them sometimes if the situation was bad enough.” He said with a sigh, nodding slightly when Hazan explained how he got his bum leg.

“Hmmm, you got lucky, I lost my leg to a loose shot from a Striker assault rifle. You know, that Krogan-made AR that is basically an automatic grenade launcher. My shields were down after I had taken a beating doing an unsanctioned action while defending a Salarian colony from a bunch of slavers. Mind you, this was back when I was still in the army of the Salarian Union though, surprisingly enough, that little maverick action is what got me into STG.” He explained, letting out a sigh as he remembered the siege of Na’Kesh.

”I’m surprised you aren’t missing more parts. That weapon is nasty.”

The turian chuckled softly, reminiscing at all the five years he’d spent with the Riggers, all the odd jobs and contracts up until the crew disbanded. He sighed and took another drink of water.

”So how did you end up joining the Initiative? Something about the pull of a new galaxy to explore?”

“Something like that, yeah, my time in the Traverse awakened in me a desire to explore, to see new stars.” The Salarian explained, smiling slightly “But, I also wanted to get away from the society in the Milky Way. Bloated with corruption and petty politics that ensured the benefit of the few over the many, rotted from the inside out.” He continued on, “The Initiative seemed like, well, the prospect of making something new, something better.” He said, smiling slightly. “I still believe in that dream, even after all that has happened since we got to Heleus. I know it won’t be easy, but I’ll do my best to make sure that what Jien Garson promised us comes to be.”

”The same for me, I guess. But for me it was more of that I wanted to get my family out of the Milky Way. It just didn’t feel safe there any more.” Hazan shrugged and idly gripped his water bottle in his talons.

”My family’s still in cryo. I just hope, one day, they’ll be free and we’ll be together again.”

“Hmmm, I came alone here, so I can’t say I understand you very well Hazan.” Said Tazen, putting his hand on Hazan’s shoulder. “But with the discovery of the Remnant vault we know that we can make Heleus livable, I’m sure that in no time your family will be out of cryo and ready to join us here in Heleus.” The Salarian said, offering the Turian a smile.

He let out a sigh of relief and, for the first time in a while, smiled back. Hazan was briefly reminded of Serena’s chat with him the previous day...maybe his family was still on ice, but he still had a family in the Riggers.

”Thanks, Tazen. I feel a bit better.”

“Glad to be of help Hazan.” Tazen said, patting the Turian’s shoulder amicably. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but I’m sure that we’ll fix these problems in no time and everyone in cryo will come out. Then, together with the Angara, we’ll be able to build a brighter future for us all.”

”I’m sure. Well, in the meantime, I better go clean up and make sure my things are packed. Think my bum leg’s telling me to stop pushing myself too hard. Thanks for checking in on me, sir.”

Hazan stood and gave Tazen a slightly more informal salute, then wrapped his towel round his neck and walked off to the showers.

Maybe there was something to look forward to in this galaxy after all.
In Omega Serenade → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
In Omega Serenade → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Will post turian boy's latest sheet soon!
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