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gowia
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STATUS: Sometimes it doesn’t matter too much what choice you make, as long as you make it quick and stick to it. 3 yrs ago
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Sometimes it doesn’t matter too much what choice you make, as long as you make it quick and stick to it.
3 yrs ago
Merry Easter, one and all. Happy Day if you celebrate it or, if not, I just hope it was a happy day anyways
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3 yrs ago
Just had a long weekend of travel, weddings, and hangovers. I will reply ASAP once my head stops hurting. Apologies for the delay
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You should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.
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Remember never to step on a mans Timbs. Entirely not based.
Bio
Hey there, I assume you want to know about me so here it is...
The name is gowia (g-ow-ee-ah) or Alex. Or anything else you come up with, I'm not fussy.
I am a 25 year old male, though comfortably I'll play anything as a character.
I am a Brit born and bred and so that is my lingo, I use British words and love my slang, and if I don't seem to make sense I may simply be using English idioms that don't translate outside the rural country abodes I swan around.
I enjoy all sorts of things, I am an avid football (soccer) player and supporter, adore music, and live for a good story. I am in love with history. So you will always get a decent plot or conversation out of me on that subject.
If there is anything else you need to ask, feel free too. I swear I don't bite... much.
The name is gowia (g-ow-ee-ah) or Alex. Or anything else you come up with, I'm not fussy.
I am a 25 year old male, though comfortably I'll play anything as a character.
I am a Brit born and bred and so that is my lingo, I use British words and love my slang, and if I don't seem to make sense I may simply be using English idioms that don't translate outside the rural country abodes I swan around.
I enjoy all sorts of things, I am an avid football (soccer) player and supporter, adore music, and live for a good story. I am in love with history. So you will always get a decent plot or conversation out of me on that subject.
If there is anything else you need to ask, feel free too. I swear I don't bite... much.
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A bullet whizzed past as Jackson dived for cover behind one of the metal crates nearby. Breathing heavily he waited until the bullets had stopped pinging off of the metal and then leant out. Firing off a shot with his Talon he then hurled a singularity at where he thought the shots were coming from. He heard a loud shout and stood up, double tapping the armoured opponent before ducking behind cover again as more bullets raced past. Over the sound of the gun fire Jackson smiled as the first casualty shouted curses at him. Placing a barrier to one side of the crate he then rolled the other and shot the final combatant as they focused on where he had placed the barrier. Laughing Jackson stretched and then walked forward to help up the woman he had just shot. Her armour glowed a deep haze of red and her face was getting to the same shade.
"Who the hell doesn't use the barrier they set up!?" She clearly wasn't happy with the tactic he used.
"Someone who knows you are just going to keep me suppressed since you have the advantage with rate of fire and ammunition." Jackson had a wry grin as he helped up the woman and the two of the sauntered over to the exit. The other member of the fire team was waiting just outside the door and cuffed Jackson around the ear as the pair came out.
"Seriously!? How the hell am I supposed to shoot someone who makes me float in the air?" The words were harsh but the tone was bashful. The Turian who had said them was Targus Antonius, former Black Watch, who had signed up with the Agency after his unit were disbanded due to some less than stellar reports as to their treatment of some war criminals. The woman who was still laughing at Jackson's cuffed head was an Quarian by the name of Juna'Himos vas Topal, or Juna. Juna was an outcast amongst her own people. After the destruction of the Geth Juna had been an activist for rebuilding a form of AI, whilst the rest of her species had disagreed. After being discovered by the Quarians to be constructing new AI she was exiled and eventually taken into custody of the Agency. In exchange for stopping her research she became a fully fledged member and wa free to pursue other lines of research.
"If you wanted an easy fight then you should have stayed on Paladin and become a Police Officer." Jackson smiled and then left the pair to clean their armour. The simulated rounds they used not only gave the armour a red glow to inform them that they were 'dead'. It also stained armour with a sticky chalk and if it wasn't cleaned off within twenty four hours, it would become a solid crust. Jackson had no such stains and was happy to stow his armour in his locker, along with his firearm, before returning to the bridge of the Autumn Spire. On the bridge Jackson marveled at the depth of space. This wasn't his first journey but still it's enormity humbled him. Smiling at the captain, an older man with a beard many could get lost in, he walked over and patted the senior on his shoulders.
"Captain Jacobson, how close are we to Omega?"
"Well if you would wait just one moment..." The captain hushed him before sliding one lever forward. The ship gently pulled around and the view of Omega as a neon fortress came into view. "...we're here."
Jackson laughed and left the bridge heading towards the shuttle bay he greeted the crew he passed in a friendly manner. Arriving at his destination he was quick to board one of the smaller crafts and looked over his brief as the shuttle went through it's pre flight checks and took off. The craft itself had a number of windows and so the red glow illuminated his face and writings. He was here looking for an infiltrator by the name of Kita. She was the final member of the fireteam that he wanted and she had been the hardest to locate. After dropping out of Alliance Military she had practically disappeared. It was only after the Shadow Broker had re established connection to the outside world that Jackson had been able to pinpoint Kita to Omega. Now he had a meeting with Aria to get too and he wasn't going to be late.
Afterlife was buzzing as per usual and Jackson couldn't help but admire what Aria had done here. The Reapers hadn't quite got around to Omega by the time they finally were beaten and even after the collapse of the Mass Relays it hadn't suffered too badly. Now with the Galaxy rebuilding Omega was even more the hive of filth and Aria was surely only the richer because of it. A pair of fairly forward Asari pressed themselves against Jackson as he attempted to maneuver his way to Aria's personnel sofa. Whilst they were quite honestly some of the best looking people Jackson had ever seen, he excused himself and continued on with his mission. Finally arriving at the bottom of the stairs Jackson sighed as he was scanned by a gruff looking Krogan. The alarm beeped at the point closest to Jackson's L3 Implant and before the Krogan could pull a gun Jackson pulled his pistol from it's holster and then handed it back. Highlighting his biotic abilities. A number of other guards had come over at the sound of the alarm, clearly they were all on the same channel here. Just then a blue head poked over the banister and waved an arm. The Krogan moved to one side Jackson was allowed up. Parking himself opposite Aria Jackson looked her up and down, she had aged well. The last images they had of Aria wee roughly twenty year old and she looked no different.
"What can I do for the new Cerberus on the block?" A the mention of Cerberus Jackson shuddered, a poor chapter in human history that would surely sour the Agency's work. However Jackson also didn't want an enemy of Aria and was not going to argue semantics with her.
"I'm looking for girl, name is Kita. Word is that she is working for you now. I would be very grateful if you could point me in her direction."
"Who the hell doesn't use the barrier they set up!?" She clearly wasn't happy with the tactic he used.
"Someone who knows you are just going to keep me suppressed since you have the advantage with rate of fire and ammunition." Jackson had a wry grin as he helped up the woman and the two of the sauntered over to the exit. The other member of the fire team was waiting just outside the door and cuffed Jackson around the ear as the pair came out.
"Seriously!? How the hell am I supposed to shoot someone who makes me float in the air?" The words were harsh but the tone was bashful. The Turian who had said them was Targus Antonius, former Black Watch, who had signed up with the Agency after his unit were disbanded due to some less than stellar reports as to their treatment of some war criminals. The woman who was still laughing at Jackson's cuffed head was an Quarian by the name of Juna'Himos vas Topal, or Juna. Juna was an outcast amongst her own people. After the destruction of the Geth Juna had been an activist for rebuilding a form of AI, whilst the rest of her species had disagreed. After being discovered by the Quarians to be constructing new AI she was exiled and eventually taken into custody of the Agency. In exchange for stopping her research she became a fully fledged member and wa free to pursue other lines of research.
"If you wanted an easy fight then you should have stayed on Paladin and become a Police Officer." Jackson smiled and then left the pair to clean their armour. The simulated rounds they used not only gave the armour a red glow to inform them that they were 'dead'. It also stained armour with a sticky chalk and if it wasn't cleaned off within twenty four hours, it would become a solid crust. Jackson had no such stains and was happy to stow his armour in his locker, along with his firearm, before returning to the bridge of the Autumn Spire. On the bridge Jackson marveled at the depth of space. This wasn't his first journey but still it's enormity humbled him. Smiling at the captain, an older man with a beard many could get lost in, he walked over and patted the senior on his shoulders.
"Captain Jacobson, how close are we to Omega?"
"Well if you would wait just one moment..." The captain hushed him before sliding one lever forward. The ship gently pulled around and the view of Omega as a neon fortress came into view. "...we're here."
Jackson laughed and left the bridge heading towards the shuttle bay he greeted the crew he passed in a friendly manner. Arriving at his destination he was quick to board one of the smaller crafts and looked over his brief as the shuttle went through it's pre flight checks and took off. The craft itself had a number of windows and so the red glow illuminated his face and writings. He was here looking for an infiltrator by the name of Kita. She was the final member of the fireteam that he wanted and she had been the hardest to locate. After dropping out of Alliance Military she had practically disappeared. It was only after the Shadow Broker had re established connection to the outside world that Jackson had been able to pinpoint Kita to Omega. Now he had a meeting with Aria to get too and he wasn't going to be late.
Afterlife was buzzing as per usual and Jackson couldn't help but admire what Aria had done here. The Reapers hadn't quite got around to Omega by the time they finally were beaten and even after the collapse of the Mass Relays it hadn't suffered too badly. Now with the Galaxy rebuilding Omega was even more the hive of filth and Aria was surely only the richer because of it. A pair of fairly forward Asari pressed themselves against Jackson as he attempted to maneuver his way to Aria's personnel sofa. Whilst they were quite honestly some of the best looking people Jackson had ever seen, he excused himself and continued on with his mission. Finally arriving at the bottom of the stairs Jackson sighed as he was scanned by a gruff looking Krogan. The alarm beeped at the point closest to Jackson's L3 Implant and before the Krogan could pull a gun Jackson pulled his pistol from it's holster and then handed it back. Highlighting his biotic abilities. A number of other guards had come over at the sound of the alarm, clearly they were all on the same channel here. Just then a blue head poked over the banister and waved an arm. The Krogan moved to one side Jackson was allowed up. Parking himself opposite Aria Jackson looked her up and down, she had aged well. The last images they had of Aria wee roughly twenty year old and she looked no different.
"What can I do for the new Cerberus on the block?" A the mention of Cerberus Jackson shuddered, a poor chapter in human history that would surely sour the Agency's work. However Jackson also didn't want an enemy of Aria and was not going to argue semantics with her.
"I'm looking for girl, name is Kita. Word is that she is working for you now. I would be very grateful if you could point me in her direction."
Once that is updated add it to the CS pool and then people can put their IC of arriving at the tavern.
@Blubaron45
Character looks okay except you describe him as, seemingly, one of the best swordsman in the world. Our characters are not the best, we may become that, however they won't start off as the best. We are washed up/still young/simply not challenged enough to be the best. There are other much better bands in the world.
Character looks okay except you describe him as, seemingly, one of the best swordsman in the world. Our characters are not the best, we may become that, however they won't start off as the best. We are washed up/still young/simply not challenged enough to be the best. There are other much better bands in the world.
Also...since we cannot talk to one another...are you we going to get updates telling us what's happening after each round etc.???
Surely just post now and bundle the order a bit is all??? :)
And I am done :)
January 27th, Earth Date 6521 C.E.
January 1st, Beacon Date 4 A.L.
The Imperial Palace Genteli
"Most Holy, if we were to construct at least defence platforms we could insta-"
Before the advisor could even finish his sentence a glass ashtray collided with the wall just to the left of his head. With that the man shut his mouth and stood silently, his eyes wide with fear. Knight Lord Commander Antonius was sat at his desk, putting the finishing touches on a number of files. Hitting the save button he looked back at the advisor.
"Defence platforms are an expense we are not yet ready to invest into, Jonas. The city is finally becoming self sufficient and the first of our Hydroponic Estates is having a full harvest. In one, maybe two, years we will begin looking to the stars again. But right now the city is not a state in which I want to jeopardize all we have accomplished all because of an 'orb' you have seen. If it comes near us we have the resources on the ground to deal with any invasion."
"That was another thing..." Jonas interrupted. "...public spending on our ground forces have peaked at fifteen percent of our income. That is a huge investment, Most Holy, surely if we were to cut back ever so slightly we could afford to invest into our interstellar programme again. If this orb is in fact worse than it first appears, well then surely stopping it in space is better than letting it get close enough to damage our Beacon."
The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity, only the sound of the wind on the stained glass windows could be heard if you listened hard enough. In the room none of the ornate furniture moved and Jonas could only shift awkwardly from foot to foot. He just realised he had interrupted the most powerful man in this galaxy, he believed, and was not looking forward to the next few minutes.
"Jonas, I see you are very zealous about this and so that is why I will take it under consideration. However, if you interrupt me again I will have to excommunicated and branded a heretic. Am. I. Clear."
The final line was worded as a question but posed as an order. Not wishing to try his luck further, Jonas quickly bowed three times before leaving the office of the Most Holy Knight Commander. As the advisor took his leave Antonius drafted up a new order for his ministers. Whilst Jonas was brash and rude, he was very smart and Antonius took his wisdom seriously. Looking over the military budget he sighed and begun to move around funds hypothetically. A reduction in construction and recruitment campaigns freed up a lot more capital than he had expected, twinned with a reduction in militia training he had pooled a small fortune of free funds. His final act that sitting was to then prepare all the necessary documents for his new plan and send them to the Hall of Elders. All in all the restructure had taken seven hours and Antonius had in fact missed his morning prayers. Standing stiffly the man paged for an escort to the Cathedral and thought about this new direction as he waited for the guards.
Spaceport, Beacon Alpha, A number of hours after the actions of the Most Holy Knight Commander...
Knight Lord Clarel had been put in charge of the Spaceport since Landfall and her four year tenure had resulted in a very promising boom in growth despite a derisory budget. She had produced a working and growing station that would be a solid base to work interstellar expansion from, despite funds that would make a small town poor. However when the new budget came in, with this years targets, Clarel practically jumped out of her office chair. Before the money had even arrived into the National Accounts Clarel had drafted up her plan for the next month and put estimates as to the cost into her report. BY the end of the first of January she had crafted a fiscally prudent plan that would further expand Beacon Alpha and begin construction of their Navy. She had even enough funds left over to begin a recruitment campaign for the Navy. It had been a very prosperous evening to stay in the office it seemed, as usually when the budget came in he simply slept. Knowing she would barely have enough to cover the yearly expenses.
January 1st, Beacon Date 4 A.L.
The Imperial Palace Genteli
"Most Holy, if we were to construct at least defence platforms we could insta-"
Before the advisor could even finish his sentence a glass ashtray collided with the wall just to the left of his head. With that the man shut his mouth and stood silently, his eyes wide with fear. Knight Lord Commander Antonius was sat at his desk, putting the finishing touches on a number of files. Hitting the save button he looked back at the advisor.
"Defence platforms are an expense we are not yet ready to invest into, Jonas. The city is finally becoming self sufficient and the first of our Hydroponic Estates is having a full harvest. In one, maybe two, years we will begin looking to the stars again. But right now the city is not a state in which I want to jeopardize all we have accomplished all because of an 'orb' you have seen. If it comes near us we have the resources on the ground to deal with any invasion."
"That was another thing..." Jonas interrupted. "...public spending on our ground forces have peaked at fifteen percent of our income. That is a huge investment, Most Holy, surely if we were to cut back ever so slightly we could afford to invest into our interstellar programme again. If this orb is in fact worse than it first appears, well then surely stopping it in space is better than letting it get close enough to damage our Beacon."
The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity, only the sound of the wind on the stained glass windows could be heard if you listened hard enough. In the room none of the ornate furniture moved and Jonas could only shift awkwardly from foot to foot. He just realised he had interrupted the most powerful man in this galaxy, he believed, and was not looking forward to the next few minutes.
"Jonas, I see you are very zealous about this and so that is why I will take it under consideration. However, if you interrupt me again I will have to excommunicated and branded a heretic. Am. I. Clear."
The final line was worded as a question but posed as an order. Not wishing to try his luck further, Jonas quickly bowed three times before leaving the office of the Most Holy Knight Commander. As the advisor took his leave Antonius drafted up a new order for his ministers. Whilst Jonas was brash and rude, he was very smart and Antonius took his wisdom seriously. Looking over the military budget he sighed and begun to move around funds hypothetically. A reduction in construction and recruitment campaigns freed up a lot more capital than he had expected, twinned with a reduction in militia training he had pooled a small fortune of free funds. His final act that sitting was to then prepare all the necessary documents for his new plan and send them to the Hall of Elders. All in all the restructure had taken seven hours and Antonius had in fact missed his morning prayers. Standing stiffly the man paged for an escort to the Cathedral and thought about this new direction as he waited for the guards.
Spaceport, Beacon Alpha, A number of hours after the actions of the Most Holy Knight Commander...
Knight Lord Clarel had been put in charge of the Spaceport since Landfall and her four year tenure had resulted in a very promising boom in growth despite a derisory budget. She had produced a working and growing station that would be a solid base to work interstellar expansion from, despite funds that would make a small town poor. However when the new budget came in, with this years targets, Clarel practically jumped out of her office chair. Before the money had even arrived into the National Accounts Clarel had drafted up her plan for the next month and put estimates as to the cost into her report. BY the end of the first of January she had crafted a fiscally prudent plan that would further expand Beacon Alpha and begin construction of their Navy. She had even enough funds left over to begin a recruitment campaign for the Navy. It had been a very prosperous evening to stay in the office it seemed, as usually when the budget came in he simply slept. Knowing she would barely have enough to cover the yearly expenses.
@LHG100 sure I will go :)
2 maybe 3. Except if they dont post in next 24 hrs I am gunna have to go on with 3.
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