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Eric rubbed both his hands on his face as he tried to regain balance, he stretched his back and arms then laid a gentle kiss on the back of the storage mechanic he slept with. She had red hair and green eyes, he loved redheads. She sat just next to him, covering her breasts with the dirty orange sheets. He laid another soft kiss on her shoulder and stared into her eyes, appreciating her beautiful face. Eric played with her hair, then tugged it behind her ears. "By the Force, you are gorgeous." She subtly blushed and chuckled a little.
"Amy, you are too beautiful for a storage bay mechanic, what happened?" Eric was drowsy still, he got up and opened the drawers beside his bunk. He had a bottle that stored some pills, he spread some on his hand and swallowed them. He then noticed the not so cheerful visage of his mistress. "Amy? seriously?" She cried.
"Oh damn, I'm so sorry Lehadi, I don't feel good. My head's not itself today."
Lehadi threw away the sheets and madly grabbed her cloths and wore her pants and bra, she carried the rest of her mechanic uniform and went for the door. Eric grabbed her hand and apologized, begged her to stay. She violently dropped Eric's hand, "this is a waste of time, unbelievable," she went out and shut the door hard. Eric's head began to clear up, the pills' started to take their effect. "Fuck!" Eric muttered madly.
Eric let out another fit before wearing his rebel uniform, he grabbed his blaster rifle and took some time to give it a quick polish. Turning off the lights and closing the door, Eric stood outside his quarters and waited to fully regain his healthy state of mind. He never could sleep ever since he joined the Alliance, too much killing. But they were Imperial scum, he would always tell himself. He hated them much more than the dirt in the sole of his boots. A rebel pilot passed by Eric and told him they were almost there, one hour tops. He was Eric's friend, Tommy. Eric zipped up his outer vest and looked across the corridor, it was Amy, she stood with Lehadi. "Crap."
"Amy, you are too beautiful for a storage bay mechanic, what happened?" Eric was drowsy still, he got up and opened the drawers beside his bunk. He had a bottle that stored some pills, he spread some on his hand and swallowed them. He then noticed the not so cheerful visage of his mistress. "Amy? seriously?" She cried.
"Oh damn, I'm so sorry Lehadi, I don't feel good. My head's not itself today."
Lehadi threw away the sheets and madly grabbed her cloths and wore her pants and bra, she carried the rest of her mechanic uniform and went for the door. Eric grabbed her hand and apologized, begged her to stay. She violently dropped Eric's hand, "this is a waste of time, unbelievable," she went out and shut the door hard. Eric's head began to clear up, the pills' started to take their effect. "Fuck!" Eric muttered madly.
Eric let out another fit before wearing his rebel uniform, he grabbed his blaster rifle and took some time to give it a quick polish. Turning off the lights and closing the door, Eric stood outside his quarters and waited to fully regain his healthy state of mind. He never could sleep ever since he joined the Alliance, too much killing. But they were Imperial scum, he would always tell himself. He hated them much more than the dirt in the sole of his boots. A rebel pilot passed by Eric and told him they were almost there, one hour tops. He was Eric's friend, Tommy. Eric zipped up his outer vest and looked across the corridor, it was Amy, she stood with Lehadi. "Crap."
oooooooooh it is on!!!
God this is intense! Everyone's had some really fucked up shit happened before they arrived to the city XD
God this is intense! Everyone's had some really fucked up shit happened before they arrived to the city XD
Posted mine.
Made it short because we are just starting, but expect longer ones in the future! I hate short posts >.>
Made it short because we are just starting, but expect longer ones in the future! I hate short posts >.>
Mark got out of his 1976 Dodge Charger, and scanned the area around, strangely enough the car's beastly engine haven't lured any walker yet. Funny thing though, to call it 'his' car, but he was convinced it was the minute he started the car back in Denver. Because In a world like this, it doesn't matter what the paper says, if you are riding a car-- it is yours. That is just how the world works now.
Mark had left Denver after giving up on sitting around and waiting for his wife to show up, she was either dead, which he needed to accept and move on. Or. The Dreadful possibility. The possibility that she would still be alive. Mark couldn't just move on yet, so he thought that if she was alive she'd head over to her sister in Utah. Mark found the Charger just outside the limits of Denver, it was filled with fuel, enough to get him halfway to Utah. On the way he'd run into some survivors that were desperate for some food, he exchanged some of his crackers for a bit of fuel enough to get him here. Salt Lake City. Or at least on the outskirts of the city. The car totally ran out of fuel, he had to continue on foot.
Closing the door slowly as to not make any more noise, Mark grabbed his Wrench from the back seat, the window was open, and he tugged it in his side. He reached for his pocket and opened the small plastic bottle. "Empty, I was carrying a damn empty bottle". He'd forgot he ran out of drinking water, he threw away the bottle in rage and let out a spit. It was a bit cold so he could manage his thirst for a few more hours. Mark shook his head and regained his calmness, he looked behind him-- The highway he came from, and ahead of him-- a sign that said "Welcome to Salt Lake City". There was a strong smell of rotting flesh. Another dead city.
Mark walked past the sign, he thought to grab some water before doing anything else.
Mark had left Denver after giving up on sitting around and waiting for his wife to show up, she was either dead, which he needed to accept and move on. Or. The Dreadful possibility. The possibility that she would still be alive. Mark couldn't just move on yet, so he thought that if she was alive she'd head over to her sister in Utah. Mark found the Charger just outside the limits of Denver, it was filled with fuel, enough to get him halfway to Utah. On the way he'd run into some survivors that were desperate for some food, he exchanged some of his crackers for a bit of fuel enough to get him here. Salt Lake City. Or at least on the outskirts of the city. The car totally ran out of fuel, he had to continue on foot.
Closing the door slowly as to not make any more noise, Mark grabbed his Wrench from the back seat, the window was open, and he tugged it in his side. He reached for his pocket and opened the small plastic bottle. "Empty, I was carrying a damn empty bottle". He'd forgot he ran out of drinking water, he threw away the bottle in rage and let out a spit. It was a bit cold so he could manage his thirst for a few more hours. Mark shook his head and regained his calmness, he looked behind him-- The highway he came from, and ahead of him-- a sign that said "Welcome to Salt Lake City". There was a strong smell of rotting flesh. Another dead city.
Mark walked past the sign, he thought to grab some water before doing anything else.
Jeez that was intense! I can see now the amount of fear that Leah must have been carrying around, to have that happened before her eyes is just traumatic! Great start! I'm writing mine now!
Name: Eric Valhfiem
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Alliance
Appearance:
Eric has hazel eyes and a shaved head. He is quite muscular and tall, with scars all around his left arm. He has both his ears pierced with multiple metal pins.
Equipment:
A280 blaster rifle.
KYD-21 blaster pistol
X2 concussion grenades
Background:
Eric was born on the planet of Denon in 35BBY to a rich family in the western parts of megalopolis planet. He was raised alongside his older brother with much love and upbringing unaffected by wealth. They weren't spoiled like the rest of the rich and famous kids of Denon, they were taught about dependence and hard work from an early age. When Eric's older brother turned 18 he joined the Galactic Republic and soon enough got tangled in the Clone Wars when it hit home. Eric's brother got shot by Republic clone trooper and left for dead as both sides battled for the control of Denon. When the Clone Wars was over both Eric's parents would appeal to the Empire and ask questions for the murder of their son, Empire representatives would consider Eric's brother a mere accident and wouldn't waste time trying to start a trail for a clone's accident.
Eric's parents would continue their pokes at the Empire and try to pull strings, with their powerful contacts as wealthy personnel in the western Denon financial board, but would keep facing dead ends. One day Eric woke up to the scream of his mother, he rushed to his parent's quarters to find both his parents brutally murdered by an assassin. Eric tried to pursue and succeeded in catching him, he would learn that he was hired by Empire representatives to silence the Valhfiem couple. The assassin revealed that he was also hired to kill Eric.
With his parents murdered by an Empire assassin, and his brother died by a careless clone accident while serving the Galactic Republic, Eric swore to take revenge and seek justice. Fueled by his anger and hate for the Empire he decided to travel off-world and head for an Empire station orbiting Denon. He wanted to infiltrate the station on his own and blow it up, sending a message to the Empire. He failed and was captured upon his arrival to the station, there a squadron of rebels would cause enough chaos for Eric to escape and make way back to his transport jet. On his way out he would meet an Alliance Lieutenant that would talk him into joining the rebellion, seeing a chance in this to better fight the empire, Eric accepted and was a remarkable soldier in the ranks of the Alliance ever since.
Reason for Joining the Empire/Alliance: "My parents were killed for asking too many questions about some shady aspects of the Empire, they did so because my brother Joana got killed during the Clone Wars on the hands of a damn clone trooper. My brother was on their damn side, and this is how they repay him. They kill him 'by accident' and they murder my parents for asking the wrong questions. If I can't bring this empire down, at least I will try helping those that will burn down its foundation"
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Alliance
Appearance:
Eric has hazel eyes and a shaved head. He is quite muscular and tall, with scars all around his left arm. He has both his ears pierced with multiple metal pins.
Equipment:
A280 blaster rifle.
KYD-21 blaster pistol
X2 concussion grenades
Background:
Eric was born on the planet of Denon in 35BBY to a rich family in the western parts of megalopolis planet. He was raised alongside his older brother with much love and upbringing unaffected by wealth. They weren't spoiled like the rest of the rich and famous kids of Denon, they were taught about dependence and hard work from an early age. When Eric's older brother turned 18 he joined the Galactic Republic and soon enough got tangled in the Clone Wars when it hit home. Eric's brother got shot by Republic clone trooper and left for dead as both sides battled for the control of Denon. When the Clone Wars was over both Eric's parents would appeal to the Empire and ask questions for the murder of their son, Empire representatives would consider Eric's brother a mere accident and wouldn't waste time trying to start a trail for a clone's accident.
Eric's parents would continue their pokes at the Empire and try to pull strings, with their powerful contacts as wealthy personnel in the western Denon financial board, but would keep facing dead ends. One day Eric woke up to the scream of his mother, he rushed to his parent's quarters to find both his parents brutally murdered by an assassin. Eric tried to pursue and succeeded in catching him, he would learn that he was hired by Empire representatives to silence the Valhfiem couple. The assassin revealed that he was also hired to kill Eric.
With his parents murdered by an Empire assassin, and his brother died by a careless clone accident while serving the Galactic Republic, Eric swore to take revenge and seek justice. Fueled by his anger and hate for the Empire he decided to travel off-world and head for an Empire station orbiting Denon. He wanted to infiltrate the station on his own and blow it up, sending a message to the Empire. He failed and was captured upon his arrival to the station, there a squadron of rebels would cause enough chaos for Eric to escape and make way back to his transport jet. On his way out he would meet an Alliance Lieutenant that would talk him into joining the rebellion, seeing a chance in this to better fight the empire, Eric accepted and was a remarkable soldier in the ranks of the Alliance ever since.
Reason for Joining the Empire/Alliance: "My parents were killed for asking too many questions about some shady aspects of the Empire, they did so because my brother Joana got killed during the Clone Wars on the hands of a damn clone trooper. My brother was on their damn side, and this is how they repay him. They kill him 'by accident' and they murder my parents for asking the wrong questions. If I can't bring this empire down, at least I will try helping those that will burn down its foundation"
I'm interested, I hope I am not too late >.>
I believe Salt Lake City will just be the starting place for the RP, so we may not even stay there for a night! I dunno. We just need a place to start from I guess. Also apparently our characters will have to be in Salt lake City, and it all comes down to Winter, I dunno lol it all depends on the IC
Awesome! Can't wait, a bit too excited for this one. >.>
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