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@Flynn Ok edited my post so it works a little better. Sorry about that.
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Yeah I saw your rough sheet. She was suppose to be a lot more aggressive before, lol. Still going to be interesting.
Yeah I saw your rough sheet. She was suppose to be a lot more aggressive before, lol. Still going to be interesting.
Oh hey should I edit my post? I don't know if we are doing like instanced meetings with Blim. I'll change it if we are not.
With grey fingers, Vlor Ral'gene probed his head for where the stone struck and found scarlet blood dripping casually from his skull. This only made the Low Orc laugh aloud, catching the attention of both High and Low Orcs. This made Vlor very, very angry. Not angry enough to kill, but a good amount of furious.
Vlor took two steps before the Low Orc fled like a scared human child. Low Orcs were know to flee whenever a more impressive force presented itself. For conquerors and warlords, they usually turned out to have louder barks then bites. At that moment Vlor swore to beat that fool the next time he saw him, but now was not the time to lament on Low bastards.
He made his way towards the inner core of the Outcasts' camp. It felt like something close to a city compared to the derelict towns he'd passed in his travels. The Outcasts knew how to move from place to place better then any he'd seen before. Many nomads wandered the sand wastes, but few did it like these people.
It also made up the strangest collection of life he'd ever seen. Vlor was not a hateful Orc by nature, but having so many different species of beings in one place felt concerning. Politics must of been hell for those who took the task. Vlor stayed with his people at the edge. Simple and reminiscent of home.
After a few minutes of wandering past tents and encampments, Vlor found himself at Blim's tent. They had not spoken often, but enough to create a work relationship. He stepped in, noting the large fancy tome he seemed to be reading faster then a man could run. He also saw one of the humans, a man named 'Samuel Darwin'. He paid Samuel little thought, for they were both probably there for the same reasons.
Vlor smacked a tight fist against his chest and gave the gnome a short nod, as tradition for the orcs when meeting with their cheiftain. Blim was probably the closest to thing the Outcast Orcs had.
"Blim, wise one," Vlor greeted, "our arrival here was swifter then the northern winds. The city onward looks ripe for a hunt, is it not?"
Vlor took two steps before the Low Orc fled like a scared human child. Low Orcs were know to flee whenever a more impressive force presented itself. For conquerors and warlords, they usually turned out to have louder barks then bites. At that moment Vlor swore to beat that fool the next time he saw him, but now was not the time to lament on Low bastards.
He made his way towards the inner core of the Outcasts' camp. It felt like something close to a city compared to the derelict towns he'd passed in his travels. The Outcasts knew how to move from place to place better then any he'd seen before. Many nomads wandered the sand wastes, but few did it like these people.
It also made up the strangest collection of life he'd ever seen. Vlor was not a hateful Orc by nature, but having so many different species of beings in one place felt concerning. Politics must of been hell for those who took the task. Vlor stayed with his people at the edge. Simple and reminiscent of home.
After a few minutes of wandering past tents and encampments, Vlor found himself at Blim's tent. They had not spoken often, but enough to create a work relationship. He stepped in, noting the large fancy tome he seemed to be reading faster then a man could run. He also saw one of the humans, a man named 'Samuel Darwin'. He paid Samuel little thought, for they were both probably there for the same reasons.
Vlor smacked a tight fist against his chest and gave the gnome a short nod, as tradition for the orcs when meeting with their cheiftain. Blim was probably the closest to thing the Outcast Orcs had.
"Blim, wise one," Vlor greeted, "our arrival here was swifter then the northern winds. The city onward looks ripe for a hunt, is it not?"
Interested to see how all of our characters react to eachother's views. A simpathizer point-man, a hateful medic, and a middle-road field analyst. Should be fun with no internal struggles at all!
Hey looks like a good time here! Posted a Character Sheet.
Name, Rank:
Psychological Assessment:
Medical Record and Evaluation:
Career Service Vitae:
Oliver O'Hennessy, Lance Corporal
Psychological Assessment:
By all regulatory standards of human mental health, Lance Corporal O'Hennessy is cleared for all military operations. He is astoundingly average compared to most volunteers and just seems like a regular person. Charismatic, friendly, and cooperative in most situations. Has shown some signs of simpathy for the Insurrection movement and is a known apologist, but is not at risk of going AWOL or becoming a turncoat.
Medical Record and Evaluation:
Caucasian male with brown hair, hazel eyes. Twenty-nine years old with some minor scarring on his chest and stomach. Born in the outer colony of Second Base with no irregularities and to geneticly clean parents. O Negative.
Some small arm and leg bone breaks as a child, but nothing that hasn't long healed by now. Several bullet wounds and stab wounds from incidents during his service as a Special Weapons and Tactica officer in Second Base's largest city. All healed, but has reported minor pain while trying to sleep.
Currently at his estimated physical peak. Known to casually weightlift and go on early jogs. None of his recorded injuries seem to effect physical operation or pain resistance.
Some small arm and leg bone breaks as a child, but nothing that hasn't long healed by now. Several bullet wounds and stab wounds from incidents during his service as a Special Weapons and Tactica officer in Second Base's largest city. All healed, but has reported minor pain while trying to sleep.
Currently at his estimated physical peak. Known to casually weightlift and go on early jogs. None of his recorded injuries seem to effect physical operation or pain resistance.
Career Service Vitae:
Born and raised on Second Base, where he received a primary and secondary school education. Joined the local police academy at eighteen and became a Special Weapons and Tactics officer. Active officer during several riots and violent protests.
Shown on his record that he would sometimes continue suppressing violent activity with several gun shot wounds. Nicknamed "Deadman" by superiors and comrades alike for his "extreme work ethic."
Currently in training to become an Orbital Shock Drop Trooper for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a point man for said operations due to prior training. Claims that he, "knows a M45 Tactical like the back of his hand."
Shown on his record that he would sometimes continue suppressing violent activity with several gun shot wounds. Nicknamed "Deadman" by superiors and comrades alike for his "extreme work ethic."
Currently in training to become an Orbital Shock Drop Trooper for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a point man for said operations due to prior training. Claims that he, "knows a M45 Tactical like the back of his hand."
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