@Crimson Lion
Your dude must have been on so much opot
Your dude must have been on so much opot
SwarthyBard126 Member
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STATUS: I have recently found religion. All praise the Flying Spaghetti Monster! 10 yrs ago- Last Seen: 9 yrs ago
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I have recently found religion. All praise the Flying Spaghetti Monster!
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@Crimson Lion
How's mine?
How's mine?
@Undying Curiosity
thats fine. I'm actually in an RP with two people who consider English a second language so I'm used to it.
thats fine. I'm actually in an RP with two people who consider English a second language so I'm used to it.
<Snipped quote by Eleventhfret>
Normal Battle? Probably Solomon.
Rap Battle? Definitely Solanne.
Definitely, though if you get Solomon drunk enough, the drinking songs may start to come out...
@Mike73
How bout ol' Jean?
How bout ol' Jean?
"I'm fucked," Artyem thought as he saw the 4 mercenaries pushing through the crowd, "My armor's still down, and i have 4 well-armed and shielded mercs after me." He continued to bound down the streets, before turning a right into an alley. Running was easy for him, fue to the extensive cyberfication of his body, but running at a full sprint for nearly 2 hours was tiring. His armor's reactor had booted up, but only his shield had was active and so he kept running. Of course, it only got worse when the two APCs pulled up 200 feet in front of him. Cursing his luck, Artyem accelerated to nearly 40 miles per hour, and began focusing his shield around his fist. As he approached the APCs, he quickly wound up, and uppercutted the APC on his right side, sending it flying up in the air 10ft, and back another 5ft. But now his shield was overloaded, and his arm had locked up to allow for self repair. Of course this barely mattered compared to the pain Artyem was feeling in his right arm, which threatened to black him out. The mercs were beginning to come out of the APC the was not capsized. Artyem pushed of from the ground, shoulder checking the man in the neck, killing him instantly.
In response ot the comrade falling, the remaining 7 mercenaries pulled out shock batons and circled the cyborg warily. Seeing no other alternative, Artyem pulled out his last flash bang, and threw at his feet. His cybernetics protected him from the worst of it, but he was still slightly dazed. Nonetheless, he charged the mercenary in front of him, and grabbing the man's arm, body slammed him into the ground breaking the man's shoulder in the process. Retrieving the dropped baton from the side of the screaming, he spun to the next mercenary, who was just recovering and slammed the baton through his faceplate, into the man's eye. The mercenary fell to the ground, convulsing long past his heart stopped. "Five left," Artyem thought, "and in hand to hand combat with me. Sucks to be them." His right arm dangling at his side, Artyem charged the merc across from him, jumping and dropped kick the merc in the chest, sending him into the punched APC, who's door was blocked by the wall of the building they were leaning against. The remaining 4 mercenaries all converged at Artyem while he was down, jamming their shock batons at the cyborg. Artyem managed to grab one of the merc's arms, crushing it, before he was jolted by three batons. Writhing in pain as the mercs dug the batons deeper, the cyborg lashed out with his leg catching another merc in the chin, and beheading the man. The last two mercenaries backed away in fear as Artyem pushed himself up to his knees, and attempted to stand. However, at this point, three of the original mercenaries came bounding and began throwing stun grenades at the cyborg, keeping him down.
Artyem looked up at his captors, and he paled at the sight. The mountain of a man, taller than even James and with a square jowl that was both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Shocked, Artyem whisperes, "Hector?" to which the larger man began chortling before he jammed a needle into the cyborg's neck, and injecting a virus into the cyborg's systems. As the virus began shutting down Artyem's cybernetics, he wondered at how is friend had changed from a five foot six private, to the monster in front of him. The last hing he saw before his eyes shut down was a flight suit landing beside Hector, the two figures conversing, and Hector slapping the woman, after that his eyesight began flickering, before cutting out completely. Waking up later, still blind, he heard the familiar sound of mechanical servos taking removing his limbs from his body and going by the breeze he felt in his sockets, they had removed the implants in there to. He could also hear the sound of a large reactor, humming in the background, and the strange gravity field associated with new ships. Deducing that he was on a ship, Artyem sighed, and waited for his old friend to return.
Sending a message to a travelling starship was risky, sending one through an unsecured line while in hostile territory was suicidal. Amelia hoped she was making the right choice trusting the people that had left them at the station. reviewing her memories, Amelia could still feel the panic of the flying mercenary chasing her.
The crazy bitch had caught up to Amelia and tackled the robot down, sending them both tumbling off the rooftop. Amelia barely managed to bash her rifle into the mercenaries head, stunning the bitch. With the hold now lax, Amelia wriggled out, and tucked into a roll and continued running out of the alley. Looking back she saw the mercenary kick up off the ground, and restart the chase.
Ducking unto the crowd, Amelia allowed herself to be pushed by the large group of people. What she hadn't expected was for the Mercenary to open fire on the crowd, killing a few and dispersing the large gathering. Following a group of fleeing drones, Amelia once more looked up at the mercenary, who was cackling as she fired at the fleeing forms. Taking this opportunity, Amelia sprinted the length back to the space port.
When she arrived, she was distraught, then angered that the ship could not be found anywhere. Hacking into the database, the once human saw that the ship had left hours ago. Rage began building up in the platform's body, before she calmed down enough to hide as the mercenaries entered the bay. Quickly hiding behind a large stack of crates, she saw the mercenaries pushing a large cryogenic freezer, with five heavy duty cases attached. Sneaking with the mercenaries, Amelia managed to enter the ship, a fast attack frigate, unnoticed and hid herself from prying eyes.
Five hours later, the ship had exited a gate, into the shadow of a larger cruiser, and Amelia decided to message the crew her location.
In response ot the comrade falling, the remaining 7 mercenaries pulled out shock batons and circled the cyborg warily. Seeing no other alternative, Artyem pulled out his last flash bang, and threw at his feet. His cybernetics protected him from the worst of it, but he was still slightly dazed. Nonetheless, he charged the mercenary in front of him, and grabbing the man's arm, body slammed him into the ground breaking the man's shoulder in the process. Retrieving the dropped baton from the side of the screaming, he spun to the next mercenary, who was just recovering and slammed the baton through his faceplate, into the man's eye. The mercenary fell to the ground, convulsing long past his heart stopped. "Five left," Artyem thought, "and in hand to hand combat with me. Sucks to be them." His right arm dangling at his side, Artyem charged the merc across from him, jumping and dropped kick the merc in the chest, sending him into the punched APC, who's door was blocked by the wall of the building they were leaning against. The remaining 4 mercenaries all converged at Artyem while he was down, jamming their shock batons at the cyborg. Artyem managed to grab one of the merc's arms, crushing it, before he was jolted by three batons. Writhing in pain as the mercs dug the batons deeper, the cyborg lashed out with his leg catching another merc in the chin, and beheading the man. The last two mercenaries backed away in fear as Artyem pushed himself up to his knees, and attempted to stand. However, at this point, three of the original mercenaries came bounding and began throwing stun grenades at the cyborg, keeping him down.
Artyem looked up at his captors, and he paled at the sight. The mountain of a man, taller than even James and with a square jowl that was both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Shocked, Artyem whisperes, "Hector?" to which the larger man began chortling before he jammed a needle into the cyborg's neck, and injecting a virus into the cyborg's systems. As the virus began shutting down Artyem's cybernetics, he wondered at how is friend had changed from a five foot six private, to the monster in front of him. The last hing he saw before his eyes shut down was a flight suit landing beside Hector, the two figures conversing, and Hector slapping the woman, after that his eyesight began flickering, before cutting out completely. Waking up later, still blind, he heard the familiar sound of mechanical servos taking removing his limbs from his body and going by the breeze he felt in his sockets, they had removed the implants in there to. He could also hear the sound of a large reactor, humming in the background, and the strange gravity field associated with new ships. Deducing that he was on a ship, Artyem sighed, and waited for his old friend to return.
Sending a message to a travelling starship was risky, sending one through an unsecured line while in hostile territory was suicidal. Amelia hoped she was making the right choice trusting the people that had left them at the station. reviewing her memories, Amelia could still feel the panic of the flying mercenary chasing her.
The crazy bitch had caught up to Amelia and tackled the robot down, sending them both tumbling off the rooftop. Amelia barely managed to bash her rifle into the mercenaries head, stunning the bitch. With the hold now lax, Amelia wriggled out, and tucked into a roll and continued running out of the alley. Looking back she saw the mercenary kick up off the ground, and restart the chase.
Ducking unto the crowd, Amelia allowed herself to be pushed by the large group of people. What she hadn't expected was for the Mercenary to open fire on the crowd, killing a few and dispersing the large gathering. Following a group of fleeing drones, Amelia once more looked up at the mercenary, who was cackling as she fired at the fleeing forms. Taking this opportunity, Amelia sprinted the length back to the space port.
When she arrived, she was distraught, then angered that the ship could not be found anywhere. Hacking into the database, the once human saw that the ship had left hours ago. Rage began building up in the platform's body, before she calmed down enough to hide as the mercenaries entered the bay. Quickly hiding behind a large stack of crates, she saw the mercenaries pushing a large cryogenic freezer, with five heavy duty cases attached. Sneaking with the mercenaries, Amelia managed to enter the ship, a fast attack frigate, unnoticed and hid herself from prying eyes.
Five hours later, the ship had exited a gate, into the shadow of a larger cruiser, and Amelia decided to message the crew her location.
Should I compile my posts?
"Damn, a project already?" Jean thought as he began filling in the sheet in front of him. He answered all the questions as truthfully as he could, while cursing having to write in pen when he unconsciously snarked and had to cross the line out. Finishing the sheet quickly, Jean pulled out his book, a collection of Chekov's short stories.
When School ended, Jean dropped by the nearby elementry school to pick up his younger siblings. When the school ended half an hour later, he was quickly tackled by the two children. He picked both of his siblings up and pulled them into a hug, laughing with them as they began giggling uncontrollably. Bringing them back home ,he sat the two chidren down at the dinner table. Bringing out the pitcher of milk and his "secret" stash of cookies, which his mother knew of but he acted like it was a secret with the kids, he began chatting with the kids about their day. Eventually, both of his mother and Uncle returned home and Jean disappeared into the garage to continue working on the old Mustang. "This is gonna be an interesting year." he thought as propped up the hood of the car.
When School ended, Jean dropped by the nearby elementry school to pick up his younger siblings. When the school ended half an hour later, he was quickly tackled by the two children. He picked both of his siblings up and pulled them into a hug, laughing with them as they began giggling uncontrollably. Bringing them back home ,he sat the two chidren down at the dinner table. Bringing out the pitcher of milk and his "secret" stash of cookies, which his mother knew of but he acted like it was a secret with the kids, he began chatting with the kids about their day. Eventually, both of his mother and Uncle returned home and Jean disappeared into the garage to continue working on the old Mustang. "This is gonna be an interesting year." he thought as propped up the hood of the car.
"You don't have a card?" Casey asked, confused before realising that the girl probably had just arrived and not found the Assembly Hall yet. "You haven't been to the orientation yet, have you?" Casey asked began walking towards the Assembly hall, beckoning towards the girl to follow. "everything will be explained at the orientation. And about money, it's really for your own leisure. I'm sure if you wanted you could find a job, but juggling that with school may be difficult." Casey then extended his hand for a shake, "My name's Casey, What is yours?" He asked.
Name: Why yes, hello there, my name is Duke Adolphus Lucian Von Ludendorff
Age: 32
Gender: A fine Gentleman
Appearance:
5'4", Adolphus has a bit of a Napolean complex. He has blond hair and green eyes. Under his armor and puffy sleeves he has a sticky frams with powerful arms. He is also very proud of his fine mustache and beard.
Kingdom: Earth
Persona: The Quintessential Gentleman, Adolphus was born and raised as a leader, He is brave, courageous and utterly batshit insane. He deems walking around with those ostentatious clothes to be practical and carries a stem powered hand held Gatling gun, but chooses to rush in to use his sword for no other reason than cause he can.
Post Example: "Ah what a beautiful day," A man thought, clothed in out-dated and obvious clothing, and carried a large multi-barreled gun and a zweihandler dragging at his side as he paced before his men, "The sun is out, the sky is clear..." when a gunshot was heard, and barely missed the man, instead hitting the shield of the riflemen behind him. "THAT WAS RUDE OLD SPORT!" the man yelled at the shooter, a group of Water Kingdom pirates, who he had chased to a castle after burning their ships. Now his men were spread into 4 blocks of 15 men wide and 2 men deep. Sounding his horn, the man began briskly marching towards the occupied castle. Bringing his large Gatling gun to bear, the noble listened to the fife and drum play in the wind. As he marched, he saw the gates open, and the gang of 100 or so pirates poured out on horses. They were charging straight at the stout man, who calmly began winding up his gun, while shouting, "Steady!...Aim!...FIRE!" to his men. As he said fire, the monster in his hands had wound up, and lead bullets began falling from the the chamber to his right. 5 riders and their horses vanished, and 30 others fell to the barrage of the man's rifleman. Still firing, the man advanced towards the charge, blowing 10 more of the pirates to shreds. The second row of rifleman opened fire, taking another 20 men. Shouting once more than man dropped his gun, and pulling the Zweihandler from his side, he shouted "Affix Bayonets!...CHARGE!" Sprinting with the large sword, the short man rammed the blade through a horses neck, and into it's riders groin. Slashing out wards, the man spun around and cut off the legs of another charging horse before beheading the rider. With unusual grace for a man his size, the man slew another 10 men single-handedly.
Standing among the corpses, the man walked to the few pirates that had surrendered and said, "You are now my prisoners, old sports. That means it is my duty to bring you to the Assembly, but as the Duke I believe I have certain... liberties. So I Duke Adolphus Lucian Von Ludendorff, do hereby convict you all as guilty. You shall be trasported and hanged as soon as we return to the capital."
Equipment:
Ability/Magic/Technology: Just a really aggresive polite Earth kingdom noble that's compensating really hard.
Age: 32
Gender: A fine Gentleman
Appearance:
5'4", Adolphus has a bit of a Napolean complex. He has blond hair and green eyes. Under his armor and puffy sleeves he has a sticky frams with powerful arms. He is also very proud of his fine mustache and beard.
Kingdom: Earth
Persona: The Quintessential Gentleman, Adolphus was born and raised as a leader, He is brave, courageous and utterly batshit insane. He deems walking around with those ostentatious clothes to be practical and carries a stem powered hand held Gatling gun, but chooses to rush in to use his sword for no other reason than cause he can.
Post Example: "Ah what a beautiful day," A man thought, clothed in out-dated and obvious clothing, and carried a large multi-barreled gun and a zweihandler dragging at his side as he paced before his men, "The sun is out, the sky is clear..." when a gunshot was heard, and barely missed the man, instead hitting the shield of the riflemen behind him. "THAT WAS RUDE OLD SPORT!" the man yelled at the shooter, a group of Water Kingdom pirates, who he had chased to a castle after burning their ships. Now his men were spread into 4 blocks of 15 men wide and 2 men deep. Sounding his horn, the man began briskly marching towards the occupied castle. Bringing his large Gatling gun to bear, the noble listened to the fife and drum play in the wind. As he marched, he saw the gates open, and the gang of 100 or so pirates poured out on horses. They were charging straight at the stout man, who calmly began winding up his gun, while shouting, "Steady!...Aim!...FIRE!" to his men. As he said fire, the monster in his hands had wound up, and lead bullets began falling from the the chamber to his right. 5 riders and their horses vanished, and 30 others fell to the barrage of the man's rifleman. Still firing, the man advanced towards the charge, blowing 10 more of the pirates to shreds. The second row of rifleman opened fire, taking another 20 men. Shouting once more than man dropped his gun, and pulling the Zweihandler from his side, he shouted "Affix Bayonets!...CHARGE!" Sprinting with the large sword, the short man rammed the blade through a horses neck, and into it's riders groin. Slashing out wards, the man spun around and cut off the legs of another charging horse before beheading the rider. With unusual grace for a man his size, the man slew another 10 men single-handedly.
Standing among the corpses, the man walked to the few pirates that had surrendered and said, "You are now my prisoners, old sports. That means it is my duty to bring you to the Assembly, but as the Duke I believe I have certain... liberties. So I Duke Adolphus Lucian Von Ludendorff, do hereby convict you all as guilty. You shall be trasported and hanged as soon as we return to the capital."
Equipment:
Ability/Magic/Technology: Just a really aggresive polite Earth kingdom noble that's compensating really hard.
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