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7 yrs ago
Current Been practicing drawing for a few months now. Biggest tip I can give so far is copy, copy, copy. It really helps you learn the basics in a very hands on way,
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7 yrs ago
Finally caught up on Rick and Morty. Pretty good shit. It's not every day a cartoon reminds me of my existential crisis.
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7 yrs ago
The Boarder Patrol in Vermont has more important matters than illegal Mexicans. They have to stop the White Walkers.
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7 yrs ago
Unborn babies are essentially mech pilots, right?
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7 yrs ago
You know what's worse then radio Country Music? Country Music Radio hosts.

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Cool, a fellow military veteran joins the fray. Albeit, I'm not sure Addison will be expecting some badass Canadian to come crashing down from the sky. XD
Krauss wasted no time once they broke through the Ring of Thunder. He quickly made his way towards the small hangar bay on the ship. As much as he wanted to see the clear skies beyond those growling clouds of thunder and air currents, he had a baby to check up on. Opening the door hatch, he found some the maintenance crew scattered about, picking up papers and tools that had been flung about during their journey. The Chief of the crew noticed Krauss's entry.

"Oh, sir! Glad you here. I-"

"Sorry, but please, is she okay?" Krauss said worriedly, cutting off the poor crewman's words. The crew chief huffed then gave a small laugh.

"Yes yes, she's fine. Got a little bit a dent here or there from our tools being knocked about, but she's most definitely still air worthy." the crew chief said. Krauss visibly relaxed and then began to inspect the aircraft itself. As he ran a hand along the engine pod of the plane, the crew chief continued. "As I was trying to say earlier. I assume you want to get her up in the air as soon as possible, on account that we finally made it through that blasted storm. While she's still got fuel in her from earlier, if your willing to wait, I'll have the boys fill 'er up for ya."

Krauss finished his quick inspection, then nodded to the crew chief. "That's a fine idea! Go ahead and get her refueled, I'll go clear it with the captain in the meantime." just as he finished the doors to the hangar began to open...

The sunlight temporarily blinded those inside, but as Krauss's eyes quickly adjusted, his mouth was agape. B

Before him stretched an endless blue sky, a sky that he had only seen in his dreams. A sky that every pilot in Avalia worth half his skill dreamed of seeing. It was the infinite sky, what lay beyond that ancient ring of storms...



Krauss quickly made his way onto the landing pad, breathing in the clean, salty air. In the distance, he could still see those angered cloads, but all around him, blue. Blue, blue blue! And the sun! My god the sun! Krauss had never seen such beauty in his life. He knew what he had to do. Krauss quickly made his way through the ship towards the rear where he remembered captain Conway heading. He quickly found the man in the store room, talking to the supply officer.

"Captain Conway, sir. I'm here to request permission to take our aircraft for a maintenance flight. I want to feel her out after we got tossed and turned around like that. Make sure our precious prototype hadn't taken any damage we can't already see. " He paused, thinking for a moment as an idea wormed its way into his head. "This would be a great time to get that reporter to take a bird's eye shot the ship, you know? Mark the occasion and all now that were finally, truly underway." he finished.
Walter Falke



Appearance:
He stand's at around 5'9. Has mildly muscular build to him. Light greyish blonde hair and blue eyes, face covered in a few small scars. His back is covered with a massive burn scar.

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Personality:
The word pragmatic comes to mind when describing Walter. He's not one to get emotional over much, especially the loss of human life. If he's getting teared eyed at the sight of a corpse, you can bet your whole life savings that the corpse was once very close to Walter, whether it be friend or family. Now, he's not a sociopath to an extent, and can socialize fairly well, even surprisingly very formal and refined for someone who is a member of Black Company. As such, he's often referred to as the "Middle Man".

Backstory:
Walter has served with the Farell Irregulars for most of his career. He originally joined the traditional Farell military at the age of 21 after graduating from the military academy. However, the pay and the treatment ended up being not very preferable for Walter, even as an officer. Thus, he quit three years into his career and joined the Farell Irregulars. He enjoyed the amount of freedom the company gave him and with this newfound freedom and flexibility, excelled as a soldier of fortune. He lead companies of the Regulators in various small wars in skirmishs, distinquishing himself on the battlefield. Some might have called him cruel, as he determined the need to take prisoners based on supplies and facilities rather than human rights or a sense of morality. However, this cold aproach to taking prisoners benifited his soldiers greatly, as they did not have to waste resources when they needed them most.

After around six years of service with the Farell Irregulars, he was offered a position in Black Company. He took it immiedatly as it provided him with a new challenge. Once again, he did well in the Black Company, though most of his achievements are fairly secret, much like any of the activities of Black Company. However, he has developed some sort of reputation that boiled down to this:

If your an Irregular soldier, this man is you best ally. If your anyone else, watch out, for he might already have plan in place to discreetly make you disappear.... enemy or not.

Role in the Farell Irregulars:
A Black Company Officer

Current Assignment:
"Aid" in the support of the Black Parade in any way deemed fit. Currently attached to Black Company Squad A, "The 1st Wolf Brigade".
Guess I'm gonna get thrown overboard for this one, but I won't be able to get my post out tonight. Hopefully the sharks aren't craving my incredibly sexy ass.

Will definitely post tomorrow though!
Welp, I'm a horrible liar. You may now crucify me upon the RPG Website hill for my treachery! May you have mercy upon me!

(AKA character wont be up tonight, definitely tomorrow.)
Cool! Will post a character tomorrow. I'm on the fence about having two. Might do it, might not.
Will post tomorrow! Out the storm, but into a fire perhaps? XD

Actually hoping our characters get a bit of breather after that.
I present to you, the Farell mercenary company, "The Farell Irregulars". A bit of a read, but well worth it. My character will most likely be a member of the Black Company, who maybe attached to a Black Parade group as sort of a secret scout for the company.

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Hurrah for unwilling surgery participants!


HAS PLASTIC SURGERY GONE TO FAR? FIND OUT WHAT THIS MEDIC DID!
Coolio. Coming up with a character, but I have a few lore suggestions.

First, perhaps there is a famous mercenary group based in Farell? They are taking advantage of the threat and are being payed to support the Black Parade's efforts. However, the two groups don't get along. The mercenary group would see the Black Parade as a bunch of fanatical nationalists who like to play dress up and instruments. The Black Parade would see the mercenary group as a bunch of war profiteering assholes who are taking advantage of their country's turmoil to loot and plunder the ruins, which may or may not be entirely true.

I'm not sure on a name yet, for the merc group, but I'll have something shortly. Whaddya think? Could add some nice tension.
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