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Current We are all but travelers on a road of infinite points.
9 yrs ago
Coming out of RPtirement for a thing.
9 yrs ago
So I'm going to be done RPing for some time. Thanks to all who I've written with. Stay awesome, guys.
9 yrs ago
Hi Bored. Hi Bored Too. Nice to meet you both.
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Congratulations to all the folks who can FINALLY marry! Go make your happily ever afters!
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Hey, hi. Yo. What's up? Wait, no, don't answer that; I don't actually care. But hey, chin up there, buddy. Don't take it personally. I'm just an ass. To everybody. Nope, it's not just you. You actually make my day. You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwi- Hey, there's that award-winning smile we all love. Now, why don't we sit down and you can tell me all about how you've been over a nice cup of coffee? Sounds good, right? Cool. Comfy? The seat cushions are made from silk and orphan tears. Now, how was your day? Oh, wait, that's right... I don't care.

So I'm Exodus. Call me Ex. Or Exodus. Or whatever, just don't call me late for dinner. Hah. Hahah. Hahahahah. I'm not funny.

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Alright, here he is.
Name: Alrik Ironheart
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Human (from Barukstaed, which I assumed had a Nordic influence to it.)
Class: Champion

Appearance:
Standing at 6'4" with a build of pure, large muscle, he's quite the intimidating/comanding figure. He's got a strong face to mach, with a pronounced chin and large nose, thick eyebrows, and blue-grey eyes. A long scar runs diagonally alongside the bridge of his nose, just under his right eye, and down to the edge of his face. His long, dark hair is tied back, and keeps his face trimmed to a thick stubble.
(Picture when I find one.)

Personality:
Alrik is an example of the classic 'grizzly with a teddy bear underneath.' Despite his outward appearance and sometimes gruff mannerisms, he's a big old softie (especially for children). He isn't known for his intelligence (not to say he's dumb), though he's just short of a strategic genius. Those who know him personally remember him for his good humor and overall jolly-ness, and those who meet him on he battlefield remember him for his courage and the fervor with which he swings his mighty axe.

He was raised with a particular set of values honoring family, honesty, hard work, and helping others. Definitely Lawful-Good.



Equipment:
In addition to his heavy armor and thick black cloak, he carries a battleaxe and large tower shield, named Astrid and Ingrid (after his sisters) respectively.
(Pictures when I find them.)

Abilities:
With the heavy axe and tower shield, he's obviously not he most agile combatant, though his crushing blows are powerful. Basically the slow bruiser / mighty glacier with some party support thrown in.
Working on a big guy with a tower shield from Barukstaed. Not done yet, but calling dibs on the trope for now. =P
Down for this if there's still room. You should update the accepted characters in the first post, though.
I just haven't felt like I had anything meaningful to add yet.
I don't think my heart can take it.
Beck was relieved. Everything was fine. "Alright. Thank you, sir."

His ride was a quiet one, thinking to himself the entire (though quick) trip. He made no effort to hide his grim feelings. The mission was serious, and he found the entire scenario deeply unsettling. That this had even happened in the first place. Unbelievable. He'd been toying idly with his mask as he often did en route to a mission when the police station came into view. He put the mask on, and took a deep breath. Time to go.

The fight itself was just as he expected. He was gliding around on platforms of ice (the cops seemed dangerous, and he didn't want to risk brawling with them even in ice-form), generally providing support to the other team members; freezing the cyborgs' feet to the ground, jamming their weapons, making them slide and tripping them up, the works. It was hard for him to be fully offensive in a large battle like this without running the risk of friendly fire, or killing. None of their attacks were really touching him, thanks to his watchful eye and agility. He moved his trail higher into the air for a better look at the scene, noting the several new faces that joined the fight, and almost skidded off it entirely when he saw one of the plasma cannons blast a large hole into Brick. The enemy wasn't hesitating. Frostbite was paralyzed.

"Jesus Christ..." he muttered, taking it in. Just then, a blast from below soared a few inches to his left, which he barely avoided. That snapped his attention back to where it needed to be. Now was the time for action, the fallen would have to come later. He watched Hellfire take the killer down, which eased his mind somewhat. One of the Dittos below shouted something, but Frostbite only caught the end.

"... Give the lady some cover fire!"

'Will do.' he thought to himself as he glided over, trailing Owlet's path and giving her cover as ordered. He was definitely going to need to think about things later, he decided. Assuming he made it through the ordeal in the first place.
Chris took a deep breath as he buried his face in his hands. Too early. He was sitting outside on a bench, coffee next to him, and the sun was just rising. He was wearing his jacket over a plaid shirt and tee, and jeans. He bothered with the school uniform even less on mission days, finding it too restricting to his movement. He took a sip of his drink as he watched the sun rise over the trees. He stood up, and turned around as he walked back to his dorm room. Time to prepare.

He stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and threw on a pair of sweats. He stepped up to the sink, and followed the rest of his routine; brushing his teeth, shaving, etc. A thought suddenly struck him, just how mundane all of this was. He followed the routine every morning, just to get to the same classes every day, and do the same things in his off-time every night. At least today would be a little different. Maybe even exciting. It would depend on how much he had to babysit the newbies, really, but at least they would be taking orders from him. Actually, it was about time to get out there. It was best to be early for this sort of thing, and he hadn't even eaten.

He was already standing in the landing zone when the others started to arrive. He'd left pretty early to account for digesting the simple breakfast he'd picked up on the way. He was dressed in his standard mission gear: a black compression shirt, short-sleeved, khaki cargo pants, military boots, a tactical harness and holsters/sheaths, and kneepads, his sniper rifle hanging in its sling on his back. Watching his team come in, he tried to associate names from the list to faces. No dice. His only guess was that Ralthavar was the orc. The name sounded orc-y enough, but even that was just a hunch. After they all settled down, Chris introduced himself.

"Alright, everyone. I'm Chris. 5th year. This is Charlie Team, if you've forgotten, and I'll be babysitting you all today for this mission."

He glanced around at their faces, waiting to see if anyone would challenge him.

"Good. Now. I'm not interested in micromanaging you. But if I give an order, you follow it. Understood?"

Again, he waited for a response. To date, nobody's ever challenged his authority during a mission. After a few moments, he smirked.

"Alright then," he said as he cracked his knuckles. "Let's do this, then. Oh, and... Try to have fun."

He spent the ride in the Eagle mostly sitting in silence, not really having anything to say except the occasional one-word answer to a question asked. His main focus was on making sure all his weapons were in proper order. As they approached the drop site, he set himself up with his sniper, helping the other teams clear out the drop site. It wasn't long before the coast was mostly clear, and it was time to go.

"Charlie, let's move!"
Turns out something came up and I couldn't write then. I've got one started now, but I'm not quite sure I have the patience to finish it tonight. Life has kind of been crazy lately, sorry. Seems like I've got a /ton/ of shit coming at me from every direction right now.
Will be putting up a post tomorrow. Sorry it took so long.
Well, that's too bad. Best of luck, all, it's been fun.
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