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Ellos.
I'm Stitchblades,
i am Mid casual role player that has a deep love for fantasy, Si-fi
I'm Stitchblades,
i am Mid casual role player that has a deep love for fantasy, Si-fi
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edited is that better?
Name:Freki
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years
Appearance:
Personality: Freki is strong willed, ruthless, and extremely proud, While he cares for every member of the pack as a whole his only loyalty lies with the Alpha's and his Son Bjomolf. He doesn't expect people to like him But as long as he has their respect as the Lieutenant, he doesn't care.
Bio: Freki was a loner for quite some time, His Former pack was absorbed into a larger pack who did not wish to fight but was expanding their territory. Freki was ashamed of his alpha for this so left without a word. Many months past when he stumbled across a Lone wolf, at first he was going to attack until he realized that it was just a pup, or be it a rather large one at that, taking this Pup under his wing they wondered for a few days until he found a traveling pack, Knowing the pup would last long without a pack, he sort out to join them for the sake of the pup, with relief he was accepted but was expected to work extra hard for this gift. A gift he would never be able to repay.
Rank: Lieutenant
Power 1: Freki Has the ability to control fire, and manipulate it to his will.
Power 2: his howle can disorient any of those that hear it making them vulnerable for attack
Markings: Scars, cuts, and general markings. his face is riddled with scars and he wears a war paint under his eyes
Family: adopted Bjomolf
Mate: None
Friends: The Alphas
Sentimental Attachment: Bjomolf
Other: he will kill anyone who dares insult the Alpha's or his Bjomolf
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years
Appearance:
Personality: Freki is strong willed, ruthless, and extremely proud, While he cares for every member of the pack as a whole his only loyalty lies with the Alpha's and his Son Bjomolf. He doesn't expect people to like him But as long as he has their respect as the Lieutenant, he doesn't care.
Bio: Freki was a loner for quite some time, His Former pack was absorbed into a larger pack who did not wish to fight but was expanding their territory. Freki was ashamed of his alpha for this so left without a word. Many months past when he stumbled across a Lone wolf, at first he was going to attack until he realized that it was just a pup, or be it a rather large one at that, taking this Pup under his wing they wondered for a few days until he found a traveling pack, Knowing the pup would last long without a pack, he sort out to join them for the sake of the pup, with relief he was accepted but was expected to work extra hard for this gift. A gift he would never be able to repay.
Rank: Lieutenant
Power 1: Freki Has the ability to control fire, and manipulate it to his will.
Power 2: his howle can disorient any of those that hear it making them vulnerable for attack
Markings: Scars, cuts, and general markings. his face is riddled with scars and he wears a war paint under his eyes
Family: adopted Bjomolf
Mate: None
Friends: The Alphas
Sentimental Attachment: Bjomolf
Other: he will kill anyone who dares insult the Alpha's or his Bjomolf
I'll take it as a second character?
the next morning
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The next Day Jackson awoke at 0400 to find himself outside surrounded by Whiskey bottles All empty par one, Sighing he looked around to gather his bearings and realized he was outside the Madisons bar, "f*ck sake" He gruft, he staggered to his feet checking for his 44. and his other essentials, Luckily he was blessed and did not have a hangover, a trait from his father no doubt.
After a few moments he started to make his way to his shack, an old Garage, after dialing in his entrance code he made his way to the back where a small hatch lead down to a bunker, it must of been a bomb shelter before the war as it was lined with the sort of protective shielding found in pre war military bunkers and vaults, Making his way to a locker he went straight for his most trusted weapons. A Hunting rifle marksman rifle he called the infiltrator and his Fathers old Combat knife.
he spent the next hour or so cleaning these weapons 3 times each, and cleaning his coat and armor doing any repairs that needed to be done Before being interrupted by a message coming through his radio. It was Mr V.
"Jackson are you there" the cold voice of his esteemed employer inquired
"Jackson here, what can i help you with V?" Jackson often hated speaking to the man there was something about him that seemed off but then again what would seem right with a employer that hardly ever shows his face.
"are you all set for the mission? i want you to leave at 0730 today and head out to utah, you will be entering the mojave through Zion and the Northern passage. meaning you have to take the long road round, this is the safest way to get there. seen as the NCR has no presence there, meaning legion resistance will be minimal." V's tone made it sound like it was a demand that was not up for debate. and jackson knew that Mr V would have his spies keeping check on us at least until we enter the Mojave.
"oh and one more thing Jackson" V's voice crackled over the radio "you will be posing as caravaniers you have brahmin waiting for you on the edge of town. Do not fuck this up"
Jackson left the radio and finished packing up his things. Posing Caravan, just great thats going to slow them down and make them a target. wonderful.
As he left his bunker locking everything up as tight than a New vegas virgin he waited for the team to join him
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The next Day Jackson awoke at 0400 to find himself outside surrounded by Whiskey bottles All empty par one, Sighing he looked around to gather his bearings and realized he was outside the Madisons bar, "f*ck sake" He gruft, he staggered to his feet checking for his 44. and his other essentials, Luckily he was blessed and did not have a hangover, a trait from his father no doubt.
After a few moments he started to make his way to his shack, an old Garage, after dialing in his entrance code he made his way to the back where a small hatch lead down to a bunker, it must of been a bomb shelter before the war as it was lined with the sort of protective shielding found in pre war military bunkers and vaults, Making his way to a locker he went straight for his most trusted weapons. A Hunting rifle marksman rifle he called the infiltrator and his Fathers old Combat knife.
he spent the next hour or so cleaning these weapons 3 times each, and cleaning his coat and armor doing any repairs that needed to be done Before being interrupted by a message coming through his radio. It was Mr V.
"Jackson are you there" the cold voice of his esteemed employer inquired
"Jackson here, what can i help you with V?" Jackson often hated speaking to the man there was something about him that seemed off but then again what would seem right with a employer that hardly ever shows his face.
"are you all set for the mission? i want you to leave at 0730 today and head out to utah, you will be entering the mojave through Zion and the Northern passage. meaning you have to take the long road round, this is the safest way to get there. seen as the NCR has no presence there, meaning legion resistance will be minimal." V's tone made it sound like it was a demand that was not up for debate. and jackson knew that Mr V would have his spies keeping check on us at least until we enter the Mojave.
"oh and one more thing Jackson" V's voice crackled over the radio "you will be posing as caravaniers you have brahmin waiting for you on the edge of town. Do not fuck this up"
Jackson left the radio and finished packing up his things. Posing Caravan, just great thats going to slow them down and make them a target. wonderful.
As he left his bunker locking everything up as tight than a New vegas virgin he waited for the team to join him
Silph its all good, :) welcome aboard
I am sorry but Zordon is right after Silph i wasn't taking any more applications, ( if you go back a page or two i'm pretty sure i do state this and its also at the top of the first OOC post.
i am sorry to disappoint but i will mage if a spot does open. you have my word
i am sorry to disappoint but i will mage if a spot does open. you have my word
Any idea when the IC eta will be or are we waiting for all spots to be filled? :)
i have already update my Cs. I thought i said xD oops
good good!
He was sent a holotape and told to meet at the bar, it does work dont worry :)
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