PhoenixEye9

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I totally understand, I was just in a roleplay where 3 people posted 6 times back to back before the other 8 could post once. So I just wanted to be careful haha.

@JackalopeLove

Dude, wow. I try to keep to 1 post per day, and its just so nothing stagnates to much while waiting. That though... thats just painful....

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@JackalopeLove I was honestly just creating filler and defining character a bit more, figured have a little interaction while waiting

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Milo's helmet sat at his side as he continued his cigarette, his feet up on the table leaning back in his chair. He watched as Spook (@Mega Birb) showed up, and he was business as always, ignoring Milo and talking to Roland getting information. "Another great day on the team" Milo thought to himself

The next two to show up were Mama (@JackalopeLove) and Papa (@CGinger), "Glad to see you two, ya'll know anymore on this? Or at least an eta on the others?"

Before Milo could even puff his cigarette though, in came the enigma..., Parker(@Kurai Assassin). Him just being here put Milo on a new edge. Something was just off about him, keeping to himself. Sure thats normal for a Spartan, but he didn't even seem to have a full ship duty. And that katana, only special people could carry a weapon like that to battle, everything just stacked on to bother Milo a little bit more. ONI taught him one thing, though... don't ask questions if it bothers you, thats when you learn something you never wanted to know. "Welcome to the party Parker, ready for a new day in hell?"

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"Fire-team Quantum, please make your way to the War room for Briefing. That's Fire-team Quantum to the War Room for Briefing"

@Kurai Assassin

Milo was in the hanger already suited up besides his helmet helping the other engineers working on the Pelicans acting as a heavy lifter and hard mover. "Damn, well boys this is your problem now," He said dropping the new engine they were trying to put into the Pelican.
"Come on, it woulda been another 5 seconds Cash!" A mechanic called, angrily after him.
"Sorry mate, got big boy things to do," Milo yelled back as he went to light his cigarette. Grabbing his helmet he started walking towards command. "I wonder what lovely task they got for us today... as long as its not engineering work I guess I'm fine, tired of day in day out work cycles on this ship... maybe there really ain't no rest for the wicked"

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Did I accidnetally make the ONI Spook leader...?

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Well thats everyone from the Interest Check set and ready to launch sir, do we wanna set up a chain of command?

@Kurai Assassin@Ghost Queen@Mega Birb@Bayaz@CGinger@JackalopeLove

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Milo "Music" Cash

Appearance:

(went back and painted over it in black (primary) and brick (secondary)

Name: Milo Cash, O-420
Age: 22
Weapons: 2 M7/Caseless Submachine Guns, M6H2 Personal Defense Weapon System, Sticky Detonator, Mechanics Kit
Spartan Armour Ability: Invisibility - purely invisible if not moving, any motion and it becomes less effective, drains very quickly, effective for 30 seconds, unless another power source is found.

Bio: Milo was one of the last people you would expect to wind up in a combat unit. While in school he was a "punk thug" slinging grass around the streets and defacing the school and doing major graffiti works all around the city. Even played in a band "Sanghelios" but those days changed. He was accepted to university but that didn't last long because he kept up all his habits, lazy days in school, sleepless nights "working", grades were terrible, danger of flunking out, but his scores on the ASVAB and in engineering were beyond belief. ONI took notice, and when you're offered an easy job with lots of money you don't turn it down. The story of a punk becoming an agent

His job was working on new armour, processing and redefining what we had to fight with. One day though a set of armour came through the shop that Milo couldn't let go of constantly refereed to as the SHINOBI Armour set. After Milo did most of the work to allow Spartan 4 neural access to it, he demanded ONI allow him to be its user. Allowing ONI to track it and see more of it, while allowing him to use it as needed. The battle lasted until finally ONI agreed, he's under strict watch and can't speak of the armours origin. But its his now, so who cares?

Other: Often can be found writing music and playing his guitar when not playing with machines. Absolutely hates being a mechanic, often seen smoking American Spirit Blacks

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Milo "Music" Cash

Appearance:

(went back and painted over it in black (primary) and brick (secondary)

Name: Milo Cash
Age: 22
Weapons: 2 M7/Caseless Submachine Guns, M6H2 Personal Defense Weapon System, Sticky Detonator, Mechanics Kit
Spartan Armour Ability: Invisibility - purely invisible if not moving, any motion and it becomes less effective, drains very quickly, effective for 30 seconds, unless another power source is found.

Bio: Milo was one of the last people you would expect to wind up in a combat unit. While in school he was a "punk thug" slinging grass around the streets and defacing the school and doing major graffiti works all around the city. Even played in a band "Sanghelios" but those days changed. He was accepted to university but that didn't last long because he kept up all his habits, lazy days in school, sleepless nights "working", grades were terrible, danger of flunking out, but his scores on the ASVAB and in engineering were beyond belief. ONI took notice, and when you're offered an easy job with lots of money you don't turn it down. The story of a punk becoming an agent

His job was working on new armour, processing and redefining what we had to fight with. One day though a set of armour came through the shop that Milo couldn't let go of constantly refereed to as the SHINOBI Armour set. After Milo did most of the work to allow Spartan 4 neural access to it, he demanded ONI allow him to be its user. Allowing ONI to track it and see more of it, while allowing him to use it as needed. The battle lasted until finally ONI agreed, he's under strict watch and can't speak of the armours origin. But its his now, so who cares?

Other: Often can be found writing music and playing his guitar when not playing with machines. Absolutely hates being a mechanic, often seen smoking American Spirit Blacks

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-slips right in-

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

Will Finish when possible, just showing interest and doing what I can now

WIP

Character Name: (much like a screen name but this is your character’s name)
Alias: The Ninth Eye of the Forgotten Phoenix Council (A name he created and a false background just to make him sound cool)
Age: N/A
Race: Killoren (DnD 3.5 Race)
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0 (unusually tall for the race yes)
Weight: 150lbs
Hair Color: Varies by aspect, though he makes sure to dye his tips a bright pink so people know its him
Eye Color: Right eye has an eight ball fracture, the other changes based upon the aspect embodied
Visual Description: If you have a pic of the character. You don’t really need one.
Written Description: Describe all details of your character. Basically, give us something to envision. Tattoos, scars, brands, etc.
Level: 1 (everyone starts at 1)
Class: Druid
Abilities:
1. Summon Natures Ally- Call the animals to fight
2. Basic Healing magic
Skills: These abilities have nothing to do with combat. They're utility skills that may be necessary for the survival of the group. Characters get two for now.
1.Animal Transformation - Like druids from dnd, for now no combat form just a hawk and a snake (or if a snowy area drop the snake and do a snow bunny)
2. Talk to animals
Weapon: We’re keeping this in the flavor of a RPG. So your character can only be specialized in one weapon. Not two, not three. You can dual wield but it has to be the same type of weapon such as swords, daggers, axes, etc.
Personality:
Quirks:
Bad habits, awkward habits, social problems, psychological problems, superstitions, etc.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Inventory: Empty