I can't tell if I'm gonna be gunning down a xenomorph, ultralisk, or some other concoction from hell.
Lasersquid112
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STATUS: @Gunther Since when was I fueled by dreams without a goal? 5 yrs ago
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@Gunther Since when was I fueled by dreams without a goal?
5 yrs ago
@LadyAnnaLee I won't hope to understand what you're going through right now, so I can only say this: No storm lasts forever. Take care of yourself, and it'll be alright, in the end.
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5 yrs ago
Understandable. Have a good day, nonetheless!
5 yrs ago
@Ruby Do you, too, require emotional assistance?
5 yrs ago
@LadyAnnaLee Or so you thought. *Long-distance hug.*
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Abraham Nietos
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Str: +4
Dex: 0
Con: +6
Int: +5
Wis: +5
Cha: 0
HP: 14
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Age: 33
Gender: M
Bio: Abraham Nietos, often simply referred to by Abe by most who know him, was born in Los Angeles, and his father immediately left him with an unemployed, drug-addict mother, and he spent most of his early life below the poverty line. However, at the age of 9, his mother was arrested due to possession of drugs and several other charges. He was sent to a foster home, where he was brought up decently well, though he still bears the scars of his early childhood on his body and mind. He got onto the right course, though, and began education quite late. He was a star at engineering, especially mechanical engineering. He later joined the Army Corps of Engineers, right out of high school, and was selected by his commander to join the I.S.S. Alpha mission due to his outstanding abilities to do what needs done and improvise when all seems lost.
Appearance: Abraham is a 5'5 brown male, with short black hair and brown eyes. He's heavily muscular, from years of military work and wrench-swinging. He's heavily scarred, especially on his forearms and the backs of his calves, from close encounters in combat. He has a sort of analytical look to his eyes, though, as if when he looks at a piece of machinery he's thinking about how best to break it down and reassemble it to be better, faster, stronger.
Class: Engineer
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Equipment: Toolbox (x1), repair kit (x5), Maintenance flashlight (x1). AA battery (x4). lv 3 Engineering-card (x1). lv 2 Key-card (x1)
Using: Engineer suit, Engineer gloves, Engineer leggings, Engineer boots, Engineer helmet.
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Str: +4
Dex: 0
Con: +6
Int: +5
Wis: +5
Cha: 0
HP: 14
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Age: 33
Gender: M
Bio: Abraham Nietos, often simply referred to by Abe by most who know him, was born in Los Angeles, and his father immediately left him with an unemployed, drug-addict mother, and he spent most of his early life below the poverty line. However, at the age of 9, his mother was arrested due to possession of drugs and several other charges. He was sent to a foster home, where he was brought up decently well, though he still bears the scars of his early childhood on his body and mind. He got onto the right course, though, and began education quite late. He was a star at engineering, especially mechanical engineering. He later joined the Army Corps of Engineers, right out of high school, and was selected by his commander to join the I.S.S. Alpha mission due to his outstanding abilities to do what needs done and improvise when all seems lost.
Appearance: Abraham is a 5'5 brown male, with short black hair and brown eyes. He's heavily muscular, from years of military work and wrench-swinging. He's heavily scarred, especially on his forearms and the backs of his calves, from close encounters in combat. He has a sort of analytical look to his eyes, though, as if when he looks at a piece of machinery he's thinking about how best to break it down and reassemble it to be better, faster, stronger.
Class: Engineer
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Equipment: Toolbox (x1), repair kit (x5), Maintenance flashlight (x1). AA battery (x4). lv 3 Engineering-card (x1). lv 2 Key-card (x1)
Using: Engineer suit, Engineer gloves, Engineer leggings, Engineer boots, Engineer helmet.
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Only one.
Not a fan, not at all.
He goes to the guard's body, taking up his SI rifle and pistol, slinging the rifle over his back because it wouldn't be any good for close quarters like this. He picks up the flashlight and holds it in a tactical grip, the pistol held straight out. He starts walking to the map, keeping his back to the wall and his eyes trained on either side of the corridor, as well as staying away from any ventilation shafts. This guard died recently. It couldn't have gotten far. Not much of a predatory animal so much as a killer, of course, since it hadn't stayed for a meal.
Anyways. He backs up to the wall, avoiding standing under or beside any ventilation shafts, his pistol at the ready and his flashlight flicking from side to side. Once he makes it to the wall, he begins walking sideways to the map.
He goes to the guard's body, taking up his SI rifle and pistol, slinging the rifle over his back because it wouldn't be any good for close quarters like this. He picks up the flashlight and holds it in a tactical grip, the pistol held straight out. He starts walking to the map, keeping his back to the wall and his eyes trained on either side of the corridor, as well as staying away from any ventilation shafts. This guard died recently. It couldn't have gotten far. Not much of a predatory animal so much as a killer, of course, since it hadn't stayed for a meal.
Anyways. He backs up to the wall, avoiding standing under or beside any ventilation shafts, his pistol at the ready and his flashlight flicking from side to side. Once he makes it to the wall, he begins walking sideways to the map.
I mean, I won't argue with a robot being in the combat unit, if that's okay with you?
Hm? Oh, no, not what I meant. I meant 'combat unit' as in a fire team - a two-to-four man military squad.
Whoa. Hold up. We can have robotic characters?
Damn. There goes Joe's power armor and weapons. Time to recover it.
Joe whispers to himself and goes into a low crouch.
Joe: "Goddamn, and double goddamn."
He looks for a piece of metal or something else that can easily be used as a weapon, praying to whatever the hell is out there that the 'unidentified life-form' doesn't decide he looks like a tasty snack. Regardless of whether or not he finds one, he begins to move to the closest airlock, hoping that it's still functional.
Joe: "Goddamn, and double goddamn."
He looks for a piece of metal or something else that can easily be used as a weapon, praying to whatever the hell is out there that the 'unidentified life-form' doesn't decide he looks like a tasty snack. Regardless of whether or not he finds one, he begins to move to the closest airlock, hoping that it's still functional.
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