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    1. Galgarion 11 yrs ago

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Times are chaotic, the Dragonborn went missing after being taught by the Greybeards, allowing Dragons to spread from Skyrim and terrorizing all of Tamriel. Authorities are overwhelmed, allowing bandits to run rampant. In the wilderness Werewolves and Vampires are waging what can only be called a war, and there are rumors of things that are... worse.

You have just arrived in The Imperial City with nothing more than what you could carry. Do you have what it takes to make your fortune, or write your name in the stars? Only time will tell...

If you decide you want to skip over me, I will not be horribly offended. Still working on mine.
I'm ok with it, I'm still active, just having a hard time coming up with a good post right now. My muse has up and left me for the moment.
One of my personal favorite Mechwarrior machines
it /sounds/ like you are thinking more in the mechwarrior and battletech size of mecha, I would recommend googling some of those, see if they might give you some inspiration.
One thing I am curious about, what size where you thinking of having the mechs be? Smaller, more like powered armor, building sized, like in Mechwarrior, or somewhere in between?
Another interested party here, apparently the bump helped. Also, if you want it, I can be good to bouce ideas off of, and help flesh things out.
Vincent stepped into the tiny cabin room, taking in the room at a glance. Not the most spacious of rooms, but I've been in worse he thought. Noting just the one bed he glanced over at the grease monkey scribbling in his notebook and shrugged, "Bunk's yours." With that he set his bag in the corner of the room and settled down with his back against the wall so he could face the door.

After a moment Vincent reached into his bag and pulled out a cleaning kit, then unsheathing his combat knife, taking a long close look at the blade. After satisfying himself that there were no nicks in the blade he wiped it down with his cleaning cloth and sheathed it once more. He then took his rifle off the side of his pack and began to break it down, cleaning, wiping, cleaning, and oiling the barrel. Seems like an odd group for just a simple survey assignment. Work the lever, listening and watching for anything that would keep it from catching properly Definitely need to keep my ear to the ground, not going to have a repeat of the Oswin incident. Satisfied at last, he reassembled his rifle and glanced over at his bunk-mate's weapons and the cartridge on the floor. With an appraising glance he raised an eyebrow at him and grunted "You should clean those," and began to pack up his cleaning kit.
Is there anything you think I need to work on for my character? I was going to have him be from Twilight Town, if that's ok
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