@RedLeather
Oh, okay. Thanks for accepting. I'll edit my CS.
Oh, okay. Thanks for accepting. I'll edit my CS.
Stekkmen
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Head shotted.
STATUS: Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories! 5 yrs ago
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Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories!
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5 yrs ago
Feelin' pretty fine, feelin' pretty sharp.
5 yrs ago
Blizzard Entertainment supports the tyrannical government of China. Blizzard Entertainment ends the careers of those who dare dissent against their chinese overlords. And they're not the only ones...
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5 yrs ago
Got to get back into the swing of the things
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5 yrs ago
In other news, Republicans in Oregon have laid siege to the state capital, shutting down the democratic process. They have the support of right-wing militia groups who have shot at police before.
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Bio
I've been on and off this website for six years now. Right now I've only barely got time for one RP, and even then I mess that up. Trying to be more consistent and online more often, because I really do enjoy online roleplaying. Hopefully, one day I'll be able to write as much as I used too. Until then, I shall brood gloomily in the shadows.
Life goes on! Hobbies change and so do schedules. I hate ghosts, so I'm trying to put myself to rest as best I can with a status and bio officially marking my departure. If I'm going to do any writing, it's going to be working on that book I always wanted to finish.
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Edit: The Protectors are the people who...protect the ship, right? With guns and stuff? In case things get up close and personal?
Character Name: Shelli "Shell" Bovle
Age: 29
Homeworld: Proxima B, Alpha Centauri system
Position onboard the Voidhawk: Protector
Appearance: A slender, strong-framed woman of Asian descent, (her ancestors can be traced back to South Korea). She has a thick jaw-line, a large, broad nose and small, thin brown eyes that match her olive skin color. Her tied-up ponytail is a jet-black, matching her line eyebrows that naturally slope downwards towards her the center of her face. She's tall and long limbed. Her torso, shoulders, and thighs are covered in colorful tattoos, but it's all hidden by her apparel.
Strengths:
Steady: Shelli doesn't panic under stress.
Determined:Following orders is a specialty of hers, and those she serves under don't need to worry about her not following through.
Skilled: Shelli is good at what she does.
Situational Awareness: Being aware of her surroundings is a necessity when it comes to Protector work, and she is. It's harder than normal to get the complete jump on Shelli.
Weaknesses:
Unquestioning: Shelli does what she's told, even if it isn't the right call.
"Tough": In order to appear strong and capable, Shelli often adopts a mean, self-serving persona.
Unenlightened: She has a very limited skill-set outside of combat related situations.
Aggressive: Merciful and Sparing are not words that can be applied to Shelli. Even when the victory is clearly hers, Shelli has problems knowing when to stop.
Bio:
Born into a agricultural family on a colony in the Alpha Centauri system, the places where Shelli grew up and went to school were riddled in crime. Her parents and younger sister were stolen from and put into danger by punks and low-lives frequently, and her sister was bullied in school. Shelli could stand up for herself, but some weren't so fortunate to have be naturally good at smashing people with their fists. After a series of run-in's with crime, at the age of eighteen Shelli decided to join the underfunded and uncaring police force of her colony.
It was tough work, almost single handedly reforming a lax and corrupt police force, but as time went on her colleagues began to listen to what she was saying. More officers were recruited, more training was done, and crime began to drop. Unfortunately, Shelli wasn't fit for her own reforms. Her...unorthodox methods for dealing with criminals when unchecked got her into trouble, along with her torso being covered in tattoos with obscure and strange meanings known only to her, she was ironically kicked off the force after a decade of service.
She herself realized that she wasn't cut out for law work, but she was still skilled in combat and the protection of others. So, she became a mercenary, or a free lancer for a while. She made a name for herself of being reliable and relatively low cost. Not only that, but she leaned towards the legal side as well, which meant people who were more reluctant to hire rough-n-tumble mercs had smaller reservations hiring her. She did a few bodyguard contracts, and has had to put a bullet into more than one living thing before and has no reservations about doing it some more.
Why does your Character want to venture with the Voidhawk?: Not many other mercenaries and bodyguards were interested in the nature of the cosmos, and fewer still wanted to be hired by a bunch of "space hippies" or something. But when the Farseer's Guild contacted her, she had no reservations of signing up. It was clean work, and maybe she needed a break from sleazy alleyways and sketchy silhouettes.
Character Name: Shelli "Shell" Bovle
Age: 29
Homeworld: Proxima B, Alpha Centauri system
Position onboard the Voidhawk: Protector
Appearance: A slender, strong-framed woman of Asian descent, (her ancestors can be traced back to South Korea). She has a thick jaw-line, a large, broad nose and small, thin brown eyes that match her olive skin color. Her tied-up ponytail is a jet-black, matching her line eyebrows that naturally slope downwards towards her the center of her face. She's tall and long limbed. Her torso, shoulders, and thighs are covered in colorful tattoos, but it's all hidden by her apparel.
Strengths:
Steady: Shelli doesn't panic under stress.
Determined:Following orders is a specialty of hers, and those she serves under don't need to worry about her not following through.
Skilled: Shelli is good at what she does.
Situational Awareness: Being aware of her surroundings is a necessity when it comes to Protector work, and she is. It's harder than normal to get the complete jump on Shelli.
Weaknesses:
Unquestioning: Shelli does what she's told, even if it isn't the right call.
"Tough": In order to appear strong and capable, Shelli often adopts a mean, self-serving persona.
Unenlightened: She has a very limited skill-set outside of combat related situations.
Aggressive: Merciful and Sparing are not words that can be applied to Shelli. Even when the victory is clearly hers, Shelli has problems knowing when to stop.
Bio:
Born into a agricultural family on a colony in the Alpha Centauri system, the places where Shelli grew up and went to school were riddled in crime. Her parents and younger sister were stolen from and put into danger by punks and low-lives frequently, and her sister was bullied in school. Shelli could stand up for herself, but some weren't so fortunate to have be naturally good at smashing people with their fists. After a series of run-in's with crime, at the age of eighteen Shelli decided to join the underfunded and uncaring police force of her colony.
It was tough work, almost single handedly reforming a lax and corrupt police force, but as time went on her colleagues began to listen to what she was saying. More officers were recruited, more training was done, and crime began to drop. Unfortunately, Shelli wasn't fit for her own reforms. Her...unorthodox methods for dealing with criminals when unchecked got her into trouble, along with her torso being covered in tattoos with obscure and strange meanings known only to her, she was ironically kicked off the force after a decade of service.
She herself realized that she wasn't cut out for law work, but she was still skilled in combat and the protection of others. So, she became a mercenary, or a free lancer for a while. She made a name for herself of being reliable and relatively low cost. Not only that, but she leaned towards the legal side as well, which meant people who were more reluctant to hire rough-n-tumble mercs had smaller reservations hiring her. She did a few bodyguard contracts, and has had to put a bullet into more than one living thing before and has no reservations about doing it some more.
Why does your Character want to venture with the Voidhawk?: Not many other mercenaries and bodyguards were interested in the nature of the cosmos, and fewer still wanted to be hired by a bunch of "space hippies" or something. But when the Farseer's Guild contacted her, she had no reservations of signing up. It was clean work, and maybe she needed a break from sleazy alleyways and sketchy silhouettes.
Okay, yeah, so, I guess I'm just gonna drop this RP.
Bruno was now more aware that the trooper's weapons were far more potent than he thought. No, they weren't just metal sticks for smashing, in fact, they were actually small wands for magic spells. Wizards! Bruno hated wizards. Or, at least, he hated these guys. Fortunately, Bruno's inner necromancy was more potent than the red bolts of the cloud-white clad troopers. A burning crater in his chest, Bruno yanked his bloodied axe from the dead officer and turned his sights on a nearby duo of troopers.
He could feel the eye-contact even through their helmets. "Blast 'em!"
Bruno did what any reasonable person would do it that situation, which was of course, lurch maniacally at them, singing a song of battle that composed mostly of incoherent gurgles.
He did indeed, taking a few uncoordinated steps at the troopers, probably soaking up some lasers if they managed to hit him. Bruno's end goal was to swing his axe at the enemy trooper's center o' mass. A solid thunk from his axe would knock any elderly person down at least.
He could feel the eye-contact even through their helmets. "Blast 'em!"
Bruno did what any reasonable person would do it that situation, which was of course, lurch maniacally at them, singing a song of battle that composed mostly of incoherent gurgles.
He did indeed, taking a few uncoordinated steps at the troopers, probably soaking up some lasers if they managed to hit him. Bruno's end goal was to swing his axe at the enemy trooper's center o' mass. A solid thunk from his axe would knock any elderly person down at least.
@ProPro
Well, shit. Good luck.
Well, shit. Good luck.
@King Tai
i'm hype for Captain Supremo
i'm hype for Captain Supremo
Turk was lost.
Bugger.
It'd been a while since he'd seen any of the group, after he went looking for something in the woods. Why had he even gone in here, again? It was pointless. The people back on the beach could have built a new ship and sailed for home by now. He was just about to give up hope, to go native and become a scary lizard man in the woods, when he suddenly went through a bush and was back on the beach, only a few meters away from everyone else.
Turk was completely baffled, but he didn't want to tell anyone he was just wasting his time, and got lost, so he just slunk back into the group and began some busy work. He inwardly wondered how long it was until night fall.
Bugger.
It'd been a while since he'd seen any of the group, after he went looking for something in the woods. Why had he even gone in here, again? It was pointless. The people back on the beach could have built a new ship and sailed for home by now. He was just about to give up hope, to go native and become a scary lizard man in the woods, when he suddenly went through a bush and was back on the beach, only a few meters away from everyone else.
Turk was completely baffled, but he didn't want to tell anyone he was just wasting his time, and got lost, so he just slunk back into the group and began some busy work. He inwardly wondered how long it was until night fall.
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