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5 yrs ago
Current brother
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5 yrs ago
if only we could all be anime girls 😔
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7 yrs ago
The knights were the only good thing to come out of TLK.
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7 yrs ago
Cold nugs are proof of evil in this world.
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7 yrs ago

Bio

dont look i need to rewrite this

Time
[Current availability: Open to ideas]

I live on the United States' west coast, specifically in the Pacific Standard timezone. If you live anywhere other than Alaska or Hawaii or parts of Canada you're basically from the future. I can handle staying up late but my days tend to be busy. I check the site multiple times a day whenever available.

Interests
Original settings
High Fantasy
Urban Fantasy/Supernatural
Historical fantasy (Earth's past with supernatural elements)
Post-apocalyptic
Cyberpunk
Steampunk
Space Opera-style Sci-fi
Mecha
Near-future Earth-limited Sci-fi
Mythology-inspired Fantasy
Horror
Western
Adventure
Superpowers/Superheroes
Zombies

Fandoms
Fallout
The Elder Scrolls
Dark Souls
Pokemon
Mass Effect
Silent Hill
Resident Evil
The Slender Man Mythos
Jurassic Park
inFamous
Godzilla
Alien vs. Predator
Transformers
Probably more. Just ask and I'll let ya know.

Contact info
spooky senpai#2269 on discord! please let me know who you are if you message me

Most Recent Posts

Right on, thanks for the heads up.
@Lucius Cypher I'll read up more asap and see what I can do for y'all.
Fallout New Vegas: A cowboys X Romans cosplay party gets crashed by the mailman.
Thank you, my man.
Thanks y'all.
Hey guys. I was part of the old Guild way back when, came back when things were put back together and did a little bit of stuff, and then just kinda hecked off into the void for a long time. I'm working on coming back here, and figured that an introduction would be a good first start in settling back in. I've met a lot of cool folks here, some of which seem to still be pretty active, and hope to meet more during my time on the forum.

I'm not 100% totally sure what else to say here. All this time and I'm still awful at introducing myself, go figure. I've got a big ol infodump about my RP stuff in my bio though, if you're interested.
"Not bad," the shooter thought to himself, carefully withdrawing the weapon's barrels from the open space in his cover to keep them from being spotted. He held the weapon closely, finger off the trigger, as he watched his target escape the falling tree. He could tell she already knew something was up. That meant this was about to get a lot more interesting. Slowly, he slunk into the bushes, lowering himself into a crawling position to get beneath a tree that had fallen of natural causes long ago. He moved very quickly, but with a precision that prevented any accidental rustling of leaves or cracking of twigs. When he came back to an idle position, he looked down the weapon's sights, scanning the area for the outline he'd given Aribelle before.

When he took notice, he watched and waited, once again switching ammo types, and thus barrels. He took the few seconds needed to swap the suppressor to the non-lethal one, then flipped the switch on the gun. "Note to self, start bringing two of these things." With the gun prepared, he gripped the handle again and took aim at the place the outline was faintly visible. As he watched, he saw her arm flail outward, and a rock sail through the air and hit another plant. "Oh, that's clever." With another smile, he readied his gun, firing a single shot in the direction the rock landed to fake her out into thinking he didn't know where she was.
As soon as Aribelle stopped moving, so did her pursuer. Crouched beneath a growth of shrubbery, he ran a finger along the arm of his glasses. His vision zoomed in, and while doing so, scanned her face and general shape. After a few seconds of watching, she would be coated in an outline of sorts, a tracking measure. Only from his point of view, of course. Giving your target a real aura was a good way to tell them they were being followed. The display with the branch trap got a smile out of him, but he remained completely silent as he stood and began moving from his original position.

He approached from behind, and when she mentioned aloud her suspicion, he ducked beneath the roots of a large tree, back pressed against the wood. His grip on the rifle's handle tightened, and he pulled a suppressor from his belt. It was swiftly screwed onto the gun's barrel, the one that fired lethal rounds, and the switch was flipped to the actual bullets once again. He remained still, patiently waiting for Aribelle to get some distance away. When he was confident she'd gone far enough to not immediately detect him, he pointed the rifle from the root cage he hid beneath and took aim.

He pointed the gun at an old tree, near devoid of leaves and terribly dry. Better as firewood than as a plant these days, it looked like. His finger entered the loop around the gun's trigger, and with a tight pull, a burst of metal propelled at extremely high speed shot forward. The bullets tore through the base of the tree, leaving it standing by barely an inch of wood after they tore through. He shot in a way that would send it toppling in Aribelle's direction.
As soon as Aribelle stopped moving, so did her pursuer. Crouched beneath a growth of shrubbery, he ran a finger along the arm of his glasses. His vision zoomed in, and while doing so, scanned her face and general shape. After a few seconds of watching, she would be coated in an outline of sorts, a tracking measure. Only from his point of view, of course. Giving your target a real aura was a good way to tell them they were being followed. The display with the branch trap got a smile out of him, but he remained completely silent as he stood and began moving from his original position.

He approached from behind, and when she mentioned aloud her suspicion, he ducked beneath the roots of a large tree, back pressed against the wood. His grip on the rifle's handle tightened, and he pulled a suppressor from his belt. It was swiftly screwed onto the gun's barrel, the one that fired lethal rounds, and the switch was flipped to the actual bullets once again. He remained still, patiently waiting for Aribelle to get some distance away. When he was confident she'd gone far enough to not immediately detect him, he pointed the rifle from the root cage he hid beneath and took aim.

He pointed the gun at an old tree, near devoid of leaves and terribly dry. Better as firewood than as a plant these days, it looked like. His finger entered the loop around the gun's trigger, and with a tight pull, a burst of metal propelled at extremely high speed shot forward. The bullets tore through the base of the tree, leaving it standing by barely an inch of wood after they tore through. He shot in a way that would send it toppling in Aribelle's direction.
At the base's edge, where the woods ended, a lone figure was sitting. A pilot of a machine who doubled as a fantastic footsoldier when the need arose, A tall man who looked to be in his mid 30s, relatively built and in very good shape, his hair a bit longer than most place's military standards, but not so much that it could be grabbed, naturally a vaguely reddish brown colour. He was wearing a standard grey piloting jumpsuit, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the zipper undone to about his stomach revealing a black undershirt, and above that, an olive drab jacket with multiple pockets. His right hand was covered by a leather glove, the left bearing a fingerless equivalent. The pair of dark-lensed glasses worn over his eyes added to his not-quite-within-standards appearance.

"Impulse 1 here. Acknowledged," He responded. A suitcase-shaped piece of metal next to him was hit in the center with a balled fist. A hiss of air escaped it, and the block began rearranging itself into the shape of a futuristic, two-barreled rifle. He picked it up and slid his hand into a gap on the grip, and when he squeezed it, a bladed chain emerged above it. A squeeze of a secondary trigger down by the grip activated the saw, which would be useful for removing any foliage in the way. It was a bit loud, though, so for now he gave the grip another squeeze and retracted the blade.

With the weapon in hand, he scooted off the ledge he was seated on, landing in a squat on the ground about 10 feet below. Almost immediately, he was standing again, and he bolted into the treeline. While running, he flipped a switch on the side of his rifle. The lethal rounds loaded into the magazine would be ignored in favor of the secondary mag's non-lethal bullets. The barrel on the uppermost part of the gun closed, and the one below opened, allowing them an exit. The rounds themselves were comparable to long-ranged tasers, but with enough impact to hurt even if the electric charges couldn't activate.
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