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Morikir walked with a brisk pace, sand and dirt kicking up behind him as his long strides took towards a building. His eyes were fixated on the ground, and when he breathed his apparatus made a soft mechanical sound. He stopped just before the building the building and looked up towards it. Morikir his right arm down and shoved his mechanical hand into his cargo pocket, and he pulled out a partially crushed pack of cigarettes. He stared a long while at them, until he coughed a violent cough for several seconds, then he crushed the pack in his hand and threw it to the side. Again, he looked up at the building. What's this all about? Seems a like it could be a little ridiculous. He found his way to the entrance and walked inside, with one hand against the handle of his shotgun. After a few steps Morikir heard something like a crash, something being busted in. He pulled Princess of his back and took off at a full sprint toward the noise. He slowed down to a creeping walk as he started to hear voices. Who could this be? The thought crossed his mind, but only briefly. He turned a corner and saw a pair of open doors down the corridor. Morikir kept close to the wall with the doors and slowly made his way down the hall, trying to hear what the men were saying. Damn. My hearing isn't what it used to be after that explosion... Gotta get closer yet..

Just as Morikir got to the door way, he tilted his head just enough that he could peer in. Peculiar enough, or maybe not, there two men holding weapons aimed at each other. The other man, with a Skag collar on his side, was standing there with the message Morikir had gotten as well. Morikir casually walked into the room and put two fingers on the closer mans weapon, slowly trying to lower it, "Now, now men. Let's act like civilized folk." He walked over to chair, pulled it out and sat down abruptly, "I'd assume we all have this same message that was delivered us," Morikir pulled the missive out of his pocket and placed it on the table, "If we kill each other before these guys do, then they won before we could even fight back." He leaned back slightly in the chair and put his feet up to the table, "I'd say we at least wait and see what these guys want before start making bullets fly."
Name: Morikir (More-ick-her)

Role: Mechromancer
Robot Name: Maverick


Appearance: Both of Morikir's arms are metal, as well as the middle of his chest. He wears a black hoody with sleeves that are chopped up and barely there, with a leather gun holster that fits around his waist with another strap that goes around his chest for larger weapons and crimson red cargo pants. He is 20 years old, standing at 6'1" with a fit and athletic body. He constantly wear's a 'gas mask' like contraption on his face, with his hood up, but a clear scar can be seen going down his left brow to his left cheek, though no noticeable damage is seen to the left eye itself.



Action Skill: Raising broken robots back to life and using them against the enemies (3 at a time, but as the number increases the life of the raised robots goes down.1 = full health, 2 = 2/3, 3 = 1/2)

Weapon:

Even though Corrosive weapons are super effective against robots, Morikir always preferred to use them over anything else. He enjoys to be more up close and personal with his enemies so shotguns are his primary weapon of choice.





Echo Log:


rocketrobie2 said



You're supposed to pm Gisk with it it.
Yo yo yo. Bumpin this shiz
I hope Gisk comes by today XD Or at least soon. I'm getting antsy in my pantsy
Martox strolled over to the small pond that formed near the others, though he went around the other survivors rather than in between them. When he reached the pond, he knelt down, cupped his hands, and started to drinks of the water. These fools. The one wants to go back? The one seems to actually be considering the offer, and the other just seems like an over-sized oaf. With his thirst quenched, he stood up and turned around, just in time to see the large Imperial snap a branch off of a tree and slightly trip over. himself. Martox only stared blankly at him for several seconds before walking over to a different tree and posting up against it. So, a Dumner that wants to get his weapons back from the place we just got away from, an Argonian who thinks ones are good weapons, and an Imperial who can't even stay on his two feet. He glanced at everyone around, And this is our team. How... Interesting. Martox let out a deep sigh and pointed his attention the Argonian, "As it's been stated, those bones wont hold up for very long. Even if you make them sharp enough, they'll splinter and break after maybe three uses." He crossed his arms and cracked his neck, ''Unless they're giant's bones. Then they might last five or six."

Martox turned his attention to the Imperial who was shaping the branch into a club, "Better watch were you step. Those thorns tore the skin, and near those thorns is a plant, that blue one there," He raised his hand and pointed toward the dark blue flowers that were in full bloom near the thorns, "They excrete a poison that is deadly unless quickly dealt with." Martox turned his head to look around the area, trying to see if he could recognize something, in case he'd been there before. Which of course proved to be untrue, "And we don't know how near the closest town is. So an Alchemist, along with that drink you want, could possibly be pretty far away." Matox walked over to the flower and gently touched it, "It only affects you if it gets in your blood stream." He turned his head to look at Atillius, "If you start to feel weak in the chest, let us know." Martox raised himself up and looked into Atillius' eyes, "Just so we can catch your body before you make an earthquake from falling to the ground." Martox started to walk back towards the tree he was up against earlier and again leaned against it.

Martox finally looked at Madran to address his near-insane mission, "You want to go back and get your weapons? They must be pretty special for you want to go through that risk just to get them." He stood up now, no longer leaning on the tree and a stern look crossed his face while he stared at Madran with intent, "Unless your just taking us there to turn us into the Aldmeri." He walked a few steps closer to the Dumner, "It would make sense. Make us believe you're with us, so you can reap the benefits of a successful capture of escaped fugitives." Martox's gaze broke and looked at the ground, "Though I honestly wouldn't mind going back either. I could pick up a few more arrows for this poorly made Imperial bow. I could even find a better bow in with the prisoners things." He looked at Atillius and Ophius, "I would only suggest we kept an eye him. If we all decide to go." Martox looked at Ophius, "Unless you're planning on going by yourself. I wouldn't mind accompanying you. Since you're clearly confident with your stealth skills, I think I could trust you to have my back." A double mission. I haven't gone on an objective with someone else since we went after the Jarl in Markarth. Should be interesting.
I was going to post yesterday, but then I didn't really feel in the mood to do it. So, I"m gonna try and it get it done now, or at least started. I have to re-read the other posts so I can include details where needed.

EDIT: Not the greatest post in the world.My apologies.
So, just curious and feel free to not answer me if you want to keep it a secret, is there going to be no going out of the Facility? LIke, is this RP about only staying in the hospital? Or is there the possibility we'll leave later on?
Raddum said
Alright. I decided to Gizoogle Elroneth's CS because I knew it'd be... Something. I removed what it didn't change.*Slow clap*


It's almost more of a resume then an introduction post xD

Just messing with you, welcome to the guild
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