Getting ready to move into my new and first apartment. I may be offline for a bit until we get internet in the place but I'll let everyone know when I do
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If you are interested in a fantasy RP that is about dragons and magic, take a look at Acension. The link will be in my bio.
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Might get the Witcher 3
Bio
I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
"Listen chicka. Everyone is used by someone else. Think about it. You use Bastet, Jake uses us, the general uses Jake etc. Do I think I can get a heartthrob like you off of a few comments...nahhhh...not a reality. My actions speak much louder and in time you'll begin to like me, or at least see me as a last resort to survival. And as for you-" He turned to Spook his words were short, sweet and to the fucking point.
"We'll see. His expression changed to that of slight contempt. He hadn't worried about whether or not he pack all of his gear. He knew he did. Six double-checks prior to the mission was more than sufficient enough to conclude everything was there. It was when they entered the vehicle and sat down did he quite for the time being. Well, relatively quite until a Guardian joined their ranks.
"Jesus fuck no! I'm not sitting next to the Tinman! Tch..." He began to fidget around his seat until the moment of descent which he screamed out in adrenaline fueled joy. Halfway through the drop he removed himself from the seat and stood up, holding onto the bars above.
"WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! AHHHAHAHAHAHA READY MOTHERFUCKERS!? THIS IS IT! THERE'S NO GOING BACK NOW!! YOUR IN THE JUNGLE BABY! YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!! OWWWWWWWWWW!!!" He let out a howl as they hit the ground, sending him to the floor of the vehicle before the rebound came, launching him face first into the ceiling of the QRTV with a thwack and then a thud. He remained motionless for a moment before his eyes fluttered open. He felt crimson running down his nose and brought a few fingers to his mouth as it dripped and grinned.
"Haven't felt that rush since the Initiative. YEAH BABY! WHOOOO!! HaHa!" He stubbled to his feet but not before falling face first into the seat next to Spook. Looking to Jake and back to his seat he shook his head and made for the porthole above and opened it.
"Fuck this shit. I'm not sitting in this tin box with all you sweaty motherfuckers. I'm getting some fresh air." Despite any protesting he climbed out with one swift motion and sat down, looking out into the brush ahead with a smile. If anyone was to actually peek out, they would see the faint look of nervousness peeking through as he stood up, rifle in hand but low to his side. Braced for sudden acceleration.
Prophet looked back to Jake as he spoke, glaring as he spoke to him.
"Do yourself a favor hermano, don't ever call me Vargaas.." He took a step forward, nearly in Cross' face.
"Vargaas is dead, hm? He died a looonnng time ago. I'm Prophet...Remember that." His facial expressions were almost overly animated when it came to him. Crazy, demented, it did not matter. This man had lost his sanity a few years ago and it seemed that time did not age him well, the Asylum did not help his situation either. The smirk on his face soon fell into a grimace before returning to a smirk as he backed up, his arms extended to the side as he added a bit of a skip in his step, a je ne sais quoi kind of walk seen amongst gangsters.
"Like I said in the IPE before being forced onto this mission. Best listen to me then. Heheh...Hehehehehehehehahahah...ahhhhhh...Ah chi wah wah, look at the hips on this one! Que tal chica!" He eyed up Isis up and down, biting his lower lip with a smile before sticking his tongue out, the smile remaining on his face. It didn't take long before he took notice to her "companion". He squinted before mouthing out "goddamn" with delight and turned back to Jake.
"At least when we die, I'll know I died with a boner as hard as the Anselmo walls. Oi! gotta couple questions for you!" He raised his hand to get her attention as he walked over to her. Licking his lips as he approached, eyeing her up again.
"Tell me chica, what's a diamond like you doing in a shithole like this, hm? Aside from that, what the fuck do you feed her? My time out in the field I've never seen Duvrai that big unless it was an alpha and even then they're small in comparison." Soon enough he began inspecting the beast. Strong, healthy and very well tamed. The thoroughness he gave Bastet was akin to those "Best in Show" dog shows of the past. Tentative and analytical at least. With a nod of satisfaction he walked up to her side and nodded before walking over next to Jake and sat down on his gear. Eventually another one joined their group, just as gorgeous as the one with the duvari approach but when she apologized for her tardiness he roared in laughter but not for long before falling off his equipment with a "fuck" muttered.
"Everyone! I would like to introduce you to our human sacrifice! If at ANY point we get captured, she will serve for the better good and offer her body to the new gods of this world. You are an inspiration to us all." He smiled and looked up to Jake, knowing that he would frown at his behavior before bringing up his arms up in a "what?" gesture.
Time progressed and soon Their squad leader talked to them about the "event", as he called it. Not a moment or to later, the treehouse lit up with bright light and an audible boom was heard, causing Prophet to turn around, wide eyed with excitement. The sheer power of this event was amazing and honestly, it only hyped up Prophet even more. He sprung to his feet and ran towards the "event", only stopping till he was on the ledge of the base, hanging off of one of several structural supports. A few moments passed and he made his way back to the group with haste.
"So Cross I'm going to let you finish but lemme say something first, okay? okay..." Not bothering to acknowledge wether permission was given or not he spoke up.
"So lemme let you fuckshits know a few things right now. As JC, praise unto him and all that, I am in charge of keeping you alive. Your strings of fate fell into my hands the moment you signed up for this. So get this right okay? I, Prophet, do solemnly swear to uphold a certain number of values and rules within this small squad in order to keep you alive. However, should any of you decide not to isten to me. Then I well gladly open the door for you to the fuck it bucket and let you die; Whether or not it is through the claws of a Ripper Demon or Stryder, Duvari or Leviathan or insanity or all of the above. So, when I say jump-" He jumped.
"You jump. When I say get down...you-" He waited for a response for only a moment.
"Get down...Very good creepy masked thing. He gestured towards Spook.
"If you don't want to listen to me and play fuck fuck then go ahead but I'm not saving you... I know these wilds like the back of my hand. So if you want the comfort in your mind that allows you this virtual sense of sanctuary then buckle-up buttercup cuz your about to listen to a man set free from Anselmo's Rehabilitation Center." He adorned a shit eating grin.
"Vargaas. Get up and get your shit together. We move now."
Anselmo Date 2353-08-14 Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse'
The light peeked into the dark room, its warmth illuminating the back wall to a man who stood upside-down on his hands, pushing off the ground. His teeth were grit as he mumbled numbers under his breath. As the light hit his eyes went wide and stopped when he heard a name said. A name of a man that had died long ago and this angered him.
"Dios mio! Chinga tu madre pendejo! I told you fuckers never to call me that!" He soon flipped onto his feet and charged the two guards, managing to dropkick the one before the butt end of a rifle caused his sight to darken. A voice entering his senses as darkness took over.
"I don't care if we have to haul his ass to Cross. Once he's there we can fucking go. Piece of shit...Honestly, I can't wait to get rid of you..."
Time had progressed and soon he awoke in the arms of the two guards who, after gathering his pre-packed gear, had dragged him halfway to the meeting area before he awoke. Soon the limp figure began to stir.
"Oh...Owwwww...Fucking head hurts like a bi - How much did I drink?" The one guard spoke up.
"You drank nothing but I'll tell you what you ate though."
"Please...Tell me is was sweat pus-"
"The butt of my-"
"I ate your ass!? Oh no no no nononononono. I know for a fact I don't roll that way."
The solider in front of the escort rolled his eyes as Prophet leaned forward with a smirk.
"Did you at least enjoy it?" The guard gave him a sidelong glance before letting out a "tch" and a shake of the head.
"Guess I can please both parties. Heheheheheheh"
"I cannot wait until I can relinquish you from our custody you fucking psychopath."
"Ah you will miss me."
"No I fucking won't..." Prophet leaned back as they began their approach of the group, his hands behind his head for a moment before a tune struck his mind to which he seemed to animate as he walked, almost dancing. The lead guard quickly made his way up to Cross, shaking his hand before tapping him on the shoulder.
"Tag...Your it..." He muttered before mumbling to himself as he turned back and walked away. The other to pushing Vargaas, instinctually cursing them out before they turned away.
"Love you too ese! Call me!" He blew a kiss towards them before looking back at the group.
"Sup fuckers! Ready to waste your bullshit lives for an unnecessary " He turned with a smile as he drew out his knife and picked at his fingers. Occasionally he looked up, analyzing the group in its entirety. They didn't seem like much. Save for one. The fully cloaked one.
"So...I suppose this is it?" His smirk turned into grin as he leaned back, letting out a "whooo" as he laughed.
"Ahhhh man...We're going to fucking die...Hahahaha!"
"Hellooooooo! Heheheheh....ECHO! Echo! Echo! EchoEchoechoechoechoechohohohohehehehahaha...Seriously though, can I get some food or something to drink esse..."
The crackling voice came through the speakers as the two looked into the screen, it flickers a few times before the man glanced up into the small room on the other side of the glass. A man of high rank cleared his throat while he stared at the patient as the woman in a white coat sighed.
"Are you sure Commander? Last time we attempted to interview him it ended with two nurses in the hospital and one in critical condition."
"I'd prefer to use one of our own but he comes highly recommended by one of our captains. The man is competent enough to make rational decisions so his judgement is something I hold to high value. If need be I can call for him.”
“No that won’t be necessary. However, I would ask that you post two of your own guards in there as well as a nurse in case things escalate.” She let out a nervous chuckle before turning back to the one-way mirror as a chair collided with the glass, causing her to reel back in shock as she seemed to meet his crazed gaze.
”PUNTA, HEY!! DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT ME, LIKE I’M NOT HERE, EH? THE ONLY REASON THAT PENDEJO ISN’T DEAD IS BECAUSE I LIKED HIM AND HE SHOWED ME RESPECT UNLIKE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!”
The offensive language projected from the speakers was only enhanced by the muffled yells coming from behind the enclosed room. The doctor bit her bottom lip as she glanced over to the esteemed commander whose eyes simply narrowed.
”And don’t think I can’t see your judgmental eyes boring into my soul. I’m not the one who is evil here. I’m not the one who’s crazy.” He smirked, his eyes squinting in delight as he smiled, his tongue stuck out in defiance.
“Two guards Dr. Wilde...Fair enough. I’ll have them up here momentarily.” He nodded before turning to his runner and whispering a few things to him before taking off to complete his errands.
It was a few moments later that the runner returned with two guards before speaking up.
“Commander, he’s on his way.”
“Thank you private.” The doctor looked confused.
“Whose on their way?”
“Commander Jake of KV-74. It’s only natural that he is to see-” Something caused the commander to turn towards the glass as he felt eyes on him and as he turned he flinched, the crazed man grinning wide.
”Jake, commander Jake? You mean the one who fucked the mosey on-” The commander’s eyes widened slightly as confidential information was leaked over the recorder, prompting him to stomp said recordings for a moment. Mouth gaped was the only thing the commander showed as a sign of bewilderment.
Time passed and soon the doctor made her way into the room, her heels echoing across the ground before the echoing stopped thanks to the sound reduction material within the room. She gave the man a quick smile before sitting down. The two guards posted up by the door and the nurse in the other corner.
“Today is March 16th, 2353. I am preparing to interview Patient-”
”Patient Uno-Uno-Tres-Nueve-Cincoooooochooo-Cero….dash L 114.” She gulped.
“Ranger Salvador Vargaas” ”Ranger Salvador Vargaas...A name I haven’t heard in a looong time amiga.” He smirked, cockiness in his voice. She cleared her voice.
“What is your name?” He leaned into the microphone. Licking his lips he spoke.
”My name is Jehoviah and I am here to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ. I had booklets with me about the good word but you took them.
“What is your name please?”
”My name is Please, last name Can I Have some food?”
“For the sake of the interview-”
“Former Ranger Salvador Vargaas”
“Are you loyal to Humanity?”
“Whose Humanity? Never heard of him..” She looked back at the mirror with a deadpan look.
“Mr. Vargaas-”
”Don’t….Don’t call me Mr. Vargaas. Don’t call me Salvador. I lost those names when you brought me into this wonderful facility. I became patient 1139580-L114 aka “Prophet”-”
“That was a self-proclaimed title you gave yourse-” A bang of the table as the guards stepped forward as he leaned over the table, spit flying.
”I’M NOT SELF PROCLAIMED! I HAVE SEEN THE EYES OF THE LORD AND HIS VOICE WITH MY OWN EARS. I HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY THOSE BEYOND AND HAVE SEEN THINGS ON AN ASTROLOGICAL SCALE THAT HUMANS COULD NOT FATHOM IN THEIR WRETCHED MORTAL LIVES! I AM A MESSIAH, THE PROPHET, WHO HAS COME TO SPEAK OF REVELATIONS, AND THE HOPE THERE IS FOR US IN THE END...Sorry I-I-I just don’t like being lied to chica. ” The anger in his eyes mellowed out into a soft warm welcome.
“How would you describe your mental state?”
”Open…”
“Open?”
”And you say in your talks with Sam that I don’t listen...Yes...Open”
“Can you clarify?”
”Feeble minded mentalities amongst Homo Sapiens is the conclusion that explains why annihilation of humanity is the inevitable...Ever since, well, classified, when I classified with classified, I was brought to a new light, my third eye was open wide and has become my new sight. I hear things that others don’t, I see things that the naked eye cannot. Voices tell me-”
“Voices…” He nodded.
”Si, voices…”
“Voices of who?” He paused.
”God...Do you believe in God, Dr. Wilde?” His voice sounded amused as his head cocked to the side with a smug look.
“I’m-I’m sorry? I don’t follow.” A grin.
”When you hear the stories of others who had made expeditions out-” He gestured with his head towards what he assumed was the west gate exiting Anselmo.
”There. Do you think that god protects them? Do you think that Jesus Christ really was our savior? After hearing their stories, listening to their heart wrenching tales and the trembling voices that God really is watching over them? Or is it simply the hand of the devil with the help of the Grim Reaper..” His smile slowly turned to a thin line as his eyes seemed to darken despite the well lit room. She had seen this look before on the criminally insane, but this seemed...different.
”Jesus was a lie, the trinity is a lie...” There was about a minute or two of uneasy silence. She looked back to the mirror for the hopes the general would stop this interview.
”But to answer your question...I think I'm fine.” He gave a warm smile, sending chills along her arms.
“Are you willing to volunteer for an expedition again?”
”Considering I come highly recommended by the officer who supposedly leads this team then I would assume so...Or is it more or less I have no say?” She said nothing. The silence answering the question for him to which he began to chuckle, chuckling in to laughter and soon he smacked the table again, letting out a ”WOOOO AHAHAHAHA heeh me jodas..I fucking knew it hermano! Should never have accepted that invitation.”
The general remained quite in the other room. As his eyes seemed to meet Salvador’s own, instinctually flipped off by the former ranger.
”Lo has jodido hermano! Bout to fuck this shit up! Ahahahahehehehe.” She remained quite.
“Will you act in such a capacity to protect the members of your team?” He glanced over at her and sighed but remained quite.
“Salva-” He shot her look to which she flinched. ”Prophet..”
“I’m sorry?”
”Call me….Prophet.” He nodded as he looked up to nothing with a satisfied look. She cleared her throat.
“Ok...Prophet, will you act in su-” He shrugged.
”Depends-”
“Depends on wha-”
”Depends on whether or not they listen to me. When I tell them to move, they move, where I tell them to camp, them camp where I said. I may not be a leader, but I have...intuition. I’ve spent a fair amount of time out there in the hellscape to know what to look out for and where to go to avoid it.”
“I don’t know if that can be guaranteed.” He crossed his arms.
”Then I make no promises.”
“You won’t have a choi-please back away..” He was now in her face, his eyes beyond the thousand yard stare. They bore into her like daggers as the guards stepped forward, the nurse preparing a dose of sedative. His voice was cold, sinister, as if the devil himself was whispering into her ear. Low enough it was considered inaudible by the microphone.
”You can tell me what to do in here all you want but when it comes to out there, it’s every man for themselves and if that means the whole squad perishes in a gore-fest then it will happen without hesitation and zero remorse if it means I return alive. I’m not out there to protect what you consider humanity, I’m out there to survive. I have done things that would place me in the codex and have seen things that would shatter your fucking soul. If you think for a split second will conform and trust to these greenhorns with my fucking life, you’re out of your fucking mind. Thi-” In a moment he was slammed back in his chair by the two guards and just before the nurse injected him she haulted him in their tracks, telling them this was almost over. Through a trembling voice she began to speak.
“T-The interview i-is almost ove-over. Last question. Will you control your… mental condition if the situation worsens?” He grinned, once again sending chills down her back.
”You can’t control what isn’t broken…”
“With the interview concluded I deem you unfit for service and find your mental capacity to be equivalent to that of the clinically insane.” He began to laugh, hard, loud and with a slight macabre to it. Before he smiled at her.
Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again expecting... shit to change. A instructor of mine told me this once. I dunno, I thought he were bullshitting me, but he was right cause...everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked all these fucking pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same fucking thing... over and over and over and over again thinking 'this time is gonna be different' no, no, no please... This time is gonna be different, I'm sorry, I don't like... The way- QUIT FUCKING STARING AT ME LIKE THAT PUTA OR I SWEAR I WILL FLAY THE SKIN OFF YOUR BONES LIKE A FUCKING TROUT AND -” With an audible thud he was on the ground, pinned by the guards and sedated by the nurse, Salvador’s muffled and fading threats slowly unheard on the audio. The doctor was against the glass, holding herself in what only could be described as a standing fetal position. She turned to the mirror with scared, tearfilled eyes towards what she hoped was the general as a silent cry for help.
On the other side of the mirror rested two people. One of rank and one with a choice, though given the current display that was shown he knew there was only one option. Those voices, that will to survive, it was all… wrong. Though the general had but one choice, “He’s on the team. But I tell this this Cross. He’s already dead, so if it comes to it you put him down.”
From there Cross could only nod in agreement. He didn’t want to, but orders were made. From there it was a simple matter to leave and be grateful he was out of sight of this Wild Man. Though there were so many questions that still needed to be answered. With that in mind he consigned himself to the makeshift office he was given and booted up his terminal, ready to find out the truth behind this Salvador Vargaas.
>SpiderWeave Version 11.9.8700 >Copyright <c> 2120 SpiderTech Industries. All Rights Reserved >C:\Users\JCKV74\adb devices >List of devices attached >BSH99276as7vnd9eg1 recovery
>C:\Users\JCKV74
>Enter Password:
>Password accepted >searching databases……. >searching libraries……... >recovering files………. >Access to Personnel File: Vargaas, Salvador
>Training: >Anselmo Institute for Education and Research Advancement (Degree in the Occult) >Anselmo Basic Combat Training >Anselmo Basic Hand-to-Hand Training >Anselmo Basic Survivalist Training >Anselmo Basic Firearms Training >Anselmo Basic Navigation Training >Anselmo Advanced Combat Specialist Training >Anselmo Advanced Survivalist Training >Anselmo Advanced Navigation Training >Anselmo Advanced Hand-to-Hand Training >Anselmo Advanced Firearms Training >Other Training Programs have been ordered Filed 13
>Equipment: >Standard Ranger pack with essential survival equipment >IWI Tavor SAR (Modifications made by Anselmo Licensed Gunsmith J.P Case)... >Modifications: spring system barrel...weighted fore grip...chamber modified to fire .308...built in suppressor and night system kit >Jacobs&Co 880C "Retort" .45acp >Standard Issue Survival Knife >Hoffman&Works "Deft Edge" Hunting Knife >Extra Pack of Ranger Anti-Fatigue Medication
>Further Information on Cpl. Vargaas Salvador has been ordered Filed 13.
>Accessing IPE
>Interviewer: "Good Morning Mr. Vargaas."
>Vargass: "Good morning senorita! How are you?"
>Interviewer: "I'm doing quite well thank you. So, my name is ________ _____ and I will be conducting the IPE, or Initial Psychological Evaluation. We give this test to all of our new recruits in order to study the psychological effects of the outside world within the wild. First however, we need to get an idea of who you are, where you came from and so on. Are you willing and in able enough to allow us to touch on these subjects?"
>Vargaas: "Yeah...Sure. I mean, if its to help research that's fine." *Chuckle*
>Interviewer: "Excellent, so for starters lets start with your background. So tell me a little bit about yourself."
>Vargaas: *Sigh* "So, where to begin..." *hand clap* "Ah...So, I grew up in the Spanish section of Anselmo, many call it "Little Mexico" or "Neo-Mexico"...I called it dangerous, you know. I do want to point out though that yeah, it has a large Mexican population but the remnants of the Spanish, Portuguese, Venezuelan and many others still are around."
>Interviewer: "We'll take note." *chuckle*
>Vargaas: "Anyway, I grew up on 2340 Spire St. and Hallow Blvd, a small apartment complex with mi familia of about 9. It was me, my father, my mother, my two sisters, three brothers, y mi abuela. My father worked as a carpenter and handyman, taking up a variety of jobs other than as maintenance within the complex and my mother worked at a restaurant waiting tables. Long hours. Looooooong hours. My father would get home late. One, two, three o'clock in the morning and sleep for a few hours before starting again around six."
>Interviewer: "So one can assume you didn't really have a father figure?"
>Vargaas: "When I look back at it I...I can see what you mean but he still made time. During Christmas, New Years, Thanksgiving and Easter, aside from Cinco de Miao or Dia del Muerta."
>Interviewer: "So your family was big into the holidays."
>Vargaas: "Ehh...Christmas, thanksgiving and Easter yeah. The other ones were more or less an excuse for my father to take off. He usually only took off if it was an emergency...Or if we got in trouble."
>Interviewer: "Who? You and your siblings?"
>Vargaas: "We weren't the ones that started most of the fights. It usually were the wannabe thugs and punks of the neighborhood who tried picking fights and not just with the other gangs. It felt like every other day guardians and whatnot would be down the street, asking for information on the latest shootings or of any known gang members..."
>Interviewer: "Must have been hard looking over your shoulder every now and then."
>Vargaas: "Not really, eventually you become accustom to it. Desensitized to the violence. You just learn to keep your head down and stay quiet."
>Interviewer: "Now you mentioned earlier that your father would take off for holidays or if you or your siblings got in trouble?"
>Vargaas: *Laughs* "Yeah. Heh. If you were sitting around the house and Pop walked in out of the blue, not saying a word..." *whistles* "Somebody bout to get beat."
>Interviewer: "So there was physical abu-" *Inaudible noise*
>Vargaas: "Hold on hold on. Waaaaiiiit wait wait wait. To a lot of people, that's what it sounded like. But no, a lot of us, even outside the Vargaas family gets the same treatment. Hell, I remember Bolanos, our next door neighbor smacked me upside the head when I didn't take my shoes off when entering her house. For being as old as she was she....She could hit." *chuckles* But that entire complex had a family mentality. We shared things, celebrated together, hell, we even held parties for each other. But digressing from the original question...We weren't exactly, y'know, the best children."
>Interviewer: "Did you get in trouble with the law?"
>Vargaas: "I'm not at liberty to discu-"
>Interviewer: "I do want to let you know that anything said here is under the patient confidentiality law and will remain so unless you discuss harming yourself, in other words, suicide, or if you talk about harming someone else."
>Vargaas: "Murder..."
>Interviewer: "Exactly" *chuckles*
>Vargaas: "The only person I would even think about killing is the one who came up with the idea of college debt..." *Chuckles* "Oh sorry. Thought that was kinda funny. You have to admit that was - yeaaahhh I saw that smirk."
>Interviewer "Mr.Vargaas.."
>Vargaas: "Sorry sorry. Anyway...Yeah I have. Shoplifting a few stands here and there and an occasional breaking and entering but nothing that would threaten the lives of others. It was mostly just me being a little punk. I've been chased down by police but rarely got caught by them or at least seen by them. By my late teens I knew the ins and outs of that area."
>Interviewer: "Well how about before joining the Rangers?"
>Vargaas: "Well, I went to the Anselmo Institute for Education and Research Advancement. I took up a mastery in the occult with a bit of dribble into monsters biology, although I prefer to call it Xenology."
>Iinterviewer: "Xenology?"
>Vargaas: "Yeah, Xenology, study of something foreign. I mean, xenobeastology is a bit much to say and frankly doesn't roll off the tongue."
>Audio missing...30 minutes
>Interviewer: "I can see the appeal. Anyway I have a few questions to ask you before we let you go. So the first one: Are you loyal to Humanity."
>Vargaas: "Yes..."
>Interviewer: "How would you describe your mental state?"
>Vargaas: "Pretty normal I suppose. I don't hear voices nor do I find myself talking to thin air. Sane would best describe me."
>Interviewer: Are you willing to volunteer for an expedition?
>Vargaas: "When you signed up for the Rangers I thought that was expecte - sorry - yes..."
>Interviewer: "Alright last question: Will you act in such a capacity to protect the members of your team?”
>Vargaas: "I'll do what it takes to make sure they all come back, even if I don't. If I have to die out there so others can return to their families, so be it."
>Interviewer: "Excellent Mr. Vargaas. That is all we need for the baseline. Thank you. You can send the next person in. Uhhhh....I believe its Mr. Reed? Red? Just send the next person closest to the lobby door." *Inaudible Sounds*
>Interveiwer: "This is Dr. _____ finalizing the IPE for Vargaas, Salvador, Patient 1139580-L114. I find him to be adequate and mentally fit for duty. After returning from first tour, Patient 1139580-L114 is to re-evaluated for further assignment. Signing out of log number 43823-99820-373-1. *Door Opens* "Mr. Reed, thank you for coming, please sit down. So-" *Inaudible noises*
I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot</div>
