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The Savant Member
Souls are the true form and I cannot see yours.
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6 days ago
People need to stop caring about politics that much. I won't openly discuss who I wanted/who I voted for (if I voted at all) and the majority of my friends (demos and reps) have defriended me. Idiots.
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21 days ago
Mhm... you can try @The Raven Calls. You'll have a difficult time.
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21 days ago
We enjoy hiding from most of the world and we enjoy staying in our abyss of darkened comfort.
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1 mo ago
I feel your pain @Marlowe
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2 mos ago
You definitely find out who your true family and friends are when you are stressed out and feel like you are drowning. Approximately ~ 60 more years to go. *sigh* I'm disappointed.
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Bio
Salutations~ I am The Savant.
I have been role-playing for over a decade, and I am in my early to mid-twenties. I enjoy reading and writing a lot. The two most current books that I have finished and highly recommend are "The Darkening" by Sunya Mara and "Immortal Longings" by Chloe Gong. Those are the genres that I love to participate in most during my writing, though I am not limited to those. I enjoy all forms of concepts from ancient times to current day issues from fantasy to advanced technology. Fantasy species. Anything that catches my inspirational eye.
If you are ever interested in chatting or possibly setting up a role-play with me through DMs one-on-ones, message me. I promise I do not bite ~ hard. I prefer to role-play with people my age or older because I enjoy graphic descriptions and writings of adult themes. Not everyone appreciates those details which I understand and can respect: Inform me of what you want from me. Boundaries are key with writing partners and I love being able to stay within the boundaries and keep partners for a long time.
I have recently decided to start writing my book with one of my past character and group role-play inspirations that failed, recently, on this site. I have also had odd ideas of writing a book with another person through our role-plays, though I have never had anyone be interested in actually attempting it so I ask people very rarely. If you would be interested in such a crazy idea, chat with me. I would love to discuss this.
Other than that, I am a substitute teacher throughout the week, so I tend to be distracted from morning hours to mid-afternoon but I tend to check my phone and reply when I can. I am an active person even if my public appearance on the site does not live up to that statement. I stay at DMs, usually.
Thank you for reading my biography and getting to know about me. Come get acquainted with me.
I have been role-playing for over a decade, and I am in my early to mid-twenties. I enjoy reading and writing a lot. The two most current books that I have finished and highly recommend are "The Darkening" by Sunya Mara and "Immortal Longings" by Chloe Gong. Those are the genres that I love to participate in most during my writing, though I am not limited to those. I enjoy all forms of concepts from ancient times to current day issues from fantasy to advanced technology. Fantasy species. Anything that catches my inspirational eye.
If you are ever interested in chatting or possibly setting up a role-play with me through DMs one-on-ones, message me. I promise I do not bite ~ hard. I prefer to role-play with people my age or older because I enjoy graphic descriptions and writings of adult themes. Not everyone appreciates those details which I understand and can respect: Inform me of what you want from me. Boundaries are key with writing partners and I love being able to stay within the boundaries and keep partners for a long time.
I have recently decided to start writing my book with one of my past character and group role-play inspirations that failed, recently, on this site. I have also had odd ideas of writing a book with another person through our role-plays, though I have never had anyone be interested in actually attempting it so I ask people very rarely. If you would be interested in such a crazy idea, chat with me. I would love to discuss this.
Other than that, I am a substitute teacher throughout the week, so I tend to be distracted from morning hours to mid-afternoon but I tend to check my phone and reply when I can. I am an active person even if my public appearance on the site does not live up to that statement. I stay at DMs, usually.
Thank you for reading my biography and getting to know about me. Come get acquainted with me.
Most Recent Posts
I'm into that! I'm still thinking about what Clover's tie to Kalrith is and why they've been working together for so long. I want it to be some sort of shocking twist, haha.
If you need help figuring that out or just want to throw ideas, you can do that here or in DMs. I do not mind! I love collaborating on things.
Bender is a great character. I feel like this RP is going to be a weird parody version of Guardians of the Galaxy if they were just mercenaries.
Does ID#A2B4C7D9E1F3G5H8 have any special meaning? Clover should probably pick up on it if there's a sequence in there.
That is just the package identification number. If anything, Clover might understand that the sequence there means it is a highly classified and possibly highly explosive material/device.
@The SavantYou don't need to apologise, I was joking too, haha.
No, I'm from China, I need a VPN for discord, cryy.
I'll keep up to date, don't worry!
That makes sense. I'll post updates here as well. To update you, this week is introduction posts (its a guideline) and I don't really expect the RP to get heavy till after the new year (American) because of Christmas and the new year being back to back. That's pretty much what is going on and the establishment of what they will be doing for their first mission which is in IC.
@The Savant
Hahaha, just wanted to make it clear she's not like, Miss Sex Bot, tryna make everyone uncomfortable - she's anatomically incorrect.
Haha. I gotcha. I just had to make the joke. I apologize.
Would you like to join the discord?
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Clover
Hey, hey, here's a paper about the science behind her race.
I mean, not sexualized then explaining how Clover is exposing most of her machinations and doesn't wear clothes. I'm getting mixed signals here.
All jokes aside, I think Clover will be a wonderful fit for the crew. Welcome aboard.
Interested. Will get a character brewing.
I completely forgot to post the OOC/IC here. Here is the link! roleplayerguild.com/topics/191689-e-o…
We would love to have you!
A confident and proud man saunters through the bustling crowds of the Dakarin lunar space station. As he made his way into the lively parts of the merchant and trader complex, everything around him appeared to be in even more disarray. The man, who was well-dressed and had messy black hair, seemed at ease in the maze of booths and stalls.
When he walks into a building, his red skin catches the artificial light, and his yellow eyes scan the people in the room behind darken shades. He was careless for he didn't put out his cigarillo before entering the metal-framed structure. It appeared to be a bar or an adult club of some kind. His short raven black hair shifted slightly as his head rolled onto his shoulders, followed by a crack. Amid interstellar commerce, he couldn't help but appear and move with sophistication.
Kalrith approached a fellow businessman, a stout figure with a shrewd expression, after spotting the designated meeting point. "Alaric, my friend," he said with a charismatic grin, "I hope you're keeping the seat warm for me." Kalrith sat down in the dimly lit backroom. Allowing himself to become so relaxed that his finely polished shoes were propped up on the table, his legs crossed at the ankles.
"Always fashionably late," the man grumbled as he made a gesture. A gesture that Kalrith did not act on. "I've got the news that can't wait, my friend," he mockingly repeated the last part of his sentence before gesticulating once more, and a waitress got the message. She vanished into the crowd to get them drinks.
"Well, you know me, Alaric," the devilish man said as he leaned back in his chair. "My trademark is being fashionably late," he joked with the man, smiling to show his teeth. He had canine teeth that were longer than those of humans. In some ways, it resembled a beast or was more animalistic.
"So, here's the deal," Alaric chuckled before forming a smirk on his lips. "I have a job that is delicate in nature. Nothing too fancy in terms of retrieval. Valuable package requires a discrete touch," the man said with his hands most of the time, but he kept rubbing his nose with his pointer finger. Something bothered him.
"Retrieval, eh?" Kalrith inquired, raising a brow. "You know how I feel about sensitive issues. Alaric, details, details..." The man tapped his fingers on the table's metal surface. His neatly kept nails tapped with an echo that was muffled by the background chatter and music.
"Classified," the man leaned in on his elbows as if to whisper or get closer to Kalrith. "All you need to know is that it's a high-security facility on the outer rim. You'll have to sneak in, grab the package, and get out without raising any suspicions."
As he heard the word classified, his yellow eyes fell into thought; he despised it when people mocked him in this way. - classified my ass - He thought without any distinction of unpleasantness in his mood, "High stakes, high reward, I assume?" he replied with a nod. He needed more information.
Mister Alaric kept his smirk on, knowing exactly where Kalrith was going with that question, "You catch on quickly, my friend." Now comes the payment. "I've got 10,000 Stellars on the table," the man said, motioning as if 10,000 credits were an acceptable payment for this job. It was true to a point. They both knew Kalrith was going to argue with him.
"Alaric, my dear friend —" Kalrith said, slipping his legs from the table and leaning forward, "— you're robbing me blind here." Retrieval missions aren't for the faint of heart. "How about we raise it to 15,000 for classification?" Kalrith was always willing to haggle over the price.
"Kalrith, you're as relentless as ever," Alaric chuckled as he shook his head in the negative. "Fine, 12,000, and not a credit more," the man knew Kalrith and his ever-changing crew could do almost anything he wanted. Kalrith always seemed to keep his promises.
"You drive a hard bargain, Alaric," Kalrith smirked, there was a certain tone and twist to the red man's tongue when he said Alaric's name. "When it comes to a classified mission, I can't do twelve. Tell me what is classified or increase it to 15,000," With his words, his tone seemed to become more solemn. When it came to his crew, he didn't mess around.
As Kalrith became more stubborn and his eyes sharpened, the man seemed to sigh, and a lingering silence formed between them. "Fine," said the man. "As always, it's a pleasure doing business with you," Alaric leaned back, raising the glass that the server had just set down. "To success and minimal casualties!"
"To discretion and the allure of cosmic capers," Kalrith raised the other glass, and they both took the shots with ease. As the men let go of the glasses, they clicked to the table almost simultaneously.
"Speaking of allure, did you hear about the space pirate who stole a shipment of knockoff designer spacesuits?" Alaric grinned and decided to continue their social time together. "They claim he made a clean getaway in stellar style."
"A classic, Alaric," Kalrith chuckled, his pearly whites showing, knowing the man was testing a joke to freshen the air between them. He always did this after the bargaining part of their conversation. "But enough with the capers. What's new with you?" the man inquired, genuinely interested.
Their conversation seemed to seamlessly transition into small talk, the backroom buzzing with subdued laughter and glasses clinking. Kalrith, the charismatic figure, decides to loosen up as the mood lightens. He signals for a shot of the finest Dakarin spirit with a confident nod. Kalrith raises the glass in a toast before downing the shot, sealing the deal and embracing the intrigue of yet another interstellar adventure with a sly grin.
When he walks into a building, his red skin catches the artificial light, and his yellow eyes scan the people in the room behind darken shades. He was careless for he didn't put out his cigarillo before entering the metal-framed structure. It appeared to be a bar or an adult club of some kind. His short raven black hair shifted slightly as his head rolled onto his shoulders, followed by a crack. Amid interstellar commerce, he couldn't help but appear and move with sophistication.
Kalrith approached a fellow businessman, a stout figure with a shrewd expression, after spotting the designated meeting point. "Alaric, my friend," he said with a charismatic grin, "I hope you're keeping the seat warm for me." Kalrith sat down in the dimly lit backroom. Allowing himself to become so relaxed that his finely polished shoes were propped up on the table, his legs crossed at the ankles.
"Always fashionably late," the man grumbled as he made a gesture. A gesture that Kalrith did not act on. "I've got the news that can't wait, my friend," he mockingly repeated the last part of his sentence before gesticulating once more, and a waitress got the message. She vanished into the crowd to get them drinks.
"Well, you know me, Alaric," the devilish man said as he leaned back in his chair. "My trademark is being fashionably late," he joked with the man, smiling to show his teeth. He had canine teeth that were longer than those of humans. In some ways, it resembled a beast or was more animalistic.
"So, here's the deal," Alaric chuckled before forming a smirk on his lips. "I have a job that is delicate in nature. Nothing too fancy in terms of retrieval. Valuable package requires a discrete touch," the man said with his hands most of the time, but he kept rubbing his nose with his pointer finger. Something bothered him.
"Retrieval, eh?" Kalrith inquired, raising a brow. "You know how I feel about sensitive issues. Alaric, details, details..." The man tapped his fingers on the table's metal surface. His neatly kept nails tapped with an echo that was muffled by the background chatter and music.
"Classified," the man leaned in on his elbows as if to whisper or get closer to Kalrith. "All you need to know is that it's a high-security facility on the outer rim. You'll have to sneak in, grab the package, and get out without raising any suspicions."
As he heard the word classified, his yellow eyes fell into thought; he despised it when people mocked him in this way. - classified my ass - He thought without any distinction of unpleasantness in his mood, "High stakes, high reward, I assume?" he replied with a nod. He needed more information.
Mister Alaric kept his smirk on, knowing exactly where Kalrith was going with that question, "You catch on quickly, my friend." Now comes the payment. "I've got 10,000 Stellars on the table," the man said, motioning as if 10,000 credits were an acceptable payment for this job. It was true to a point. They both knew Kalrith was going to argue with him.
"Alaric, my dear friend —" Kalrith said, slipping his legs from the table and leaning forward, "— you're robbing me blind here." Retrieval missions aren't for the faint of heart. "How about we raise it to 15,000 for classification?" Kalrith was always willing to haggle over the price.
"Kalrith, you're as relentless as ever," Alaric chuckled as he shook his head in the negative. "Fine, 12,000, and not a credit more," the man knew Kalrith and his ever-changing crew could do almost anything he wanted. Kalrith always seemed to keep his promises.
"You drive a hard bargain, Alaric," Kalrith smirked, there was a certain tone and twist to the red man's tongue when he said Alaric's name. "When it comes to a classified mission, I can't do twelve. Tell me what is classified or increase it to 15,000," With his words, his tone seemed to become more solemn. When it came to his crew, he didn't mess around.
As Kalrith became more stubborn and his eyes sharpened, the man seemed to sigh, and a lingering silence formed between them. "Fine," said the man. "As always, it's a pleasure doing business with you," Alaric leaned back, raising the glass that the server had just set down. "To success and minimal casualties!"
"To discretion and the allure of cosmic capers," Kalrith raised the other glass, and they both took the shots with ease. As the men let go of the glasses, they clicked to the table almost simultaneously.
"Speaking of allure, did you hear about the space pirate who stole a shipment of knockoff designer spacesuits?" Alaric grinned and decided to continue their social time together. "They claim he made a clean getaway in stellar style."
"A classic, Alaric," Kalrith chuckled, his pearly whites showing, knowing the man was testing a joke to freshen the air between them. He always did this after the bargaining part of their conversation. "But enough with the capers. What's new with you?" the man inquired, genuinely interested.
Their conversation seemed to seamlessly transition into small talk, the backroom buzzing with subdued laughter and glasses clinking. Kalrith, the charismatic figure, decides to loosen up as the mood lightens. He signals for a shot of the finest Dakarin spirit with a confident nod. Kalrith raises the glass in a toast before downing the shot, sealing the deal and embracing the intrigue of yet another interstellar adventure with a sly grin.
Mission
Client:
Mister Alaric Voss
Objective:
Retrieval Mission. The mission entails infiltrating a high-security facility on Veridian IX's remote outer rim planet and retrieving a classified package of enormous value to Mr. Voss and his intricate network of interests.
Extra Information:
The high-security facility, which is nestled within the desolate Veridian IX, is said to house classified information, advanced technology, or an elusive artifact. The specifics are unknown, but the value of the package is undeniable, making this retrieval mission-critical.
The facility has cutting-edge security systems, such as surveillance drones, biometric scanners, and automated defense mechanisms. Furthermore, the harsh environmental conditions on Veridian IX, which include unpredictable weather patterns and corrosive atmospheric elements, add an extra layer of complexity to the operation.
Package Details:
The package can be identified by the ID#A2B4C7D9E1F3G5H8.
Mister Alaric Voss
Objective:
Retrieval Mission. The mission entails infiltrating a high-security facility on Veridian IX's remote outer rim planet and retrieving a classified package of enormous value to Mr. Voss and his intricate network of interests.
Extra Information:
The high-security facility, which is nestled within the desolate Veridian IX, is said to house classified information, advanced technology, or an elusive artifact. The specifics are unknown, but the value of the package is undeniable, making this retrieval mission-critical.
The facility has cutting-edge security systems, such as surveillance drones, biometric scanners, and automated defense mechanisms. Furthermore, the harsh environmental conditions on Veridian IX, which include unpredictable weather patterns and corrosive atmospheric elements, add an extra layer of complexity to the operation.
Package Details:
The package can be identified by the ID#A2B4C7D9E1F3G5H8.
As he met with a business associate, Kalrith told the crew to wait on the ship, explore the Lunar station, or do whatever their hearts desired. He then gave each of them 350 credits for good behavior. Crew members who have known Kalrith for a longer time would recognize that he was meeting with a business partner whom he values because he is being generous.
Location Dakarin Lunar Space Station or DLSS
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