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War of The Angelic Trio

I read the new rules and sorry if my wording made some confusion, twas not my intent

War of The Angelic Trio

The morning sun filtered through the window of Hadrian's bedroom, dancing along the floor, before running its luminescent fingers along the well made bed the lied empty. On the other side of the room Hadrian sat by a small table as he inspected his Estoc's blade, having gotten up well before the sun he had gone over it at least twice. Satisfied he sheathed the blade and let the small orb of light he had floating over his left shoulder for light wink out of existence, its tiny light being swallowed by the morning sun.

With a sigh he stood and buckled the weapon around his waist, tilting it in an almost instinctual fashion as to not let the length of the blade interfere with his walking. Satisfied he moved to his bedroom door and opened it quietly, stepping as lightly as he could on the wooden floor that awaited him in the main living area of the house. Cautiously he crossed the floor, descending the stairs with a practiced grace, he placed his feet so that the one slightly off kilter stair halfway up wouldn't scream out in it loud creak as another person put weight on it. Reaching the bottom, Hadrian couldn't help but smile, this was one of the first times he had gotten this far without doing something that would wake the probably still sleeping Olifina. However just as he was about to take his first grinning step towards the table, Hadrian heard a light snicker emanate from near the end of it. The source of this laughter surprisingly came from Olifina, who had seated herself at one end of the table, with a small mirror propped up on one side of her, and a plate with some fruit, sliced bread and cheese, sat on the other.

She was starring intently into the mirror as she chewed her breakfast, playing with her hair here and there. "Dad, you do know, I get up right around the same time you do. right?" she asked Hadrian as he gathered some of the bread that had been sliced, as well as an apple.

Hadrian considered this for a moment before taking a bite of his apple and speaking up "True I suppose, but that dosn't mean I can't try to be partially polite. Besides we both know what happens if I wake you you up too early."

Both sat there, before they both broke out in a large smile "Ha-ha, riiight." Olifina retorted as she went back to playing with a few strands of hair. "Besides" she continued "any later and we would be late."

Hadrian looked out the window and sure enough she was right, the morning was progressing faster than he realized. Finishing up their breakfast, both he and Olifina left to arrive at the palace not to much later. They were about to go their separate ways when they were stopped by a made, who quickly informed them of the queens request for both of their attendance. Both thanking the maid, Hadrian and Olifina quickly responded to the summons, bowing as they entered the room.

War of The Angelic Trio

post up v soon, sorry worked kicked my ass yesterday

War of The Angelic Trio

onboard and will look to getting a post up soon

SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

Im probably going to fix a couple things and lengthen it a bit, but I hope this should suffice for now

Also will add Mech and Equip when fully able to fill them out

SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

Alec

Name: Alec Novak

Nick: Fafnir

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Rank: TBG

Icon: TBG

Appearance: Alec stands near 6 foot even, with a lithe military build and broad shoulders. His face is marked in several places by the pale, knotted flesh, indicative of scarring that still stands out ageinst his lighter complexion. Tired green eyes flank his pointed nose, which itself bares a couple scars and the telltale bulge in the bridge indicating a previous break or two. His hair is a chestnut brown and, while slightly longer than regulation length, never quite reaches his eyes. Finally his uniform is generally wrinkled and worn in a slightly unkempt faction, but clean nonetheless.

Personality: Quick to smile and laugh with comrades over a good stiff drink, Alec would be generally described as a friendly individual that tries his best to mesh with whatever squad he finds himself in. On mission much of his personality carries over, with him often voicing his opinion over the com system, especially if there is a joke to be made of it. In terms of vices Alec is what he would call a 'social' drinker, never to much mind you to affect his functionality, but he is often willing to share. In a lesser sense he also has the habit to always have a toothpick or some such object between his teeth, constantly chewing on it as if he had slight nerves. Now in terms of Mechs, Alec makes no secret of his fondness for heavy armor. Perhaps it's because of his already innate lake of subtlety, or he like the boom they make when their main gun fires, or (most likely) a combination of the two.

Background: Some generations are born to star a war, forever the sorry ones marched off far too soon. Other generations are born to end said war, forever the heroes who brought us from the long dark. Alec is both and nether, his generation was the one to fight and die in some battle that would only get name after it was over, to live and die within the war. Alec was born a little past the decade mark (15 years to be exact) after war began, both of his parents soldiers that were on leave from the front. all through his childhood, he grew up hearing and reading about the war, the news running a constantly updating ticker of the total casualties on the bottom of each of their broadcasts. With this much exposure to the horrors of war, it would be easy to guess that Alec would stay as far away from the military in his adult years, it would be easy, but wrong. As if spurned on by all he heard about the war, Alec joined the military as soon as he was able, going in as a normal ground pounder before working his way onto a tank crew. However, although he seemed to be a natural born tanker, the young soldier found himself drawn to the Mechs that they fought alongside.

Enraptured by them, Alec began working towards the singular goal of earning his own place among the pilots, bringing both his experience as a tanker and a foot-solder to the table to stand out among his fellow rookies in the program. It was during said training that Alec earned his nickname (which he later took on as his call-sign). As the class was conducting live trials in the proving grounds, an enemy mech somehow wandered onto the base. With most of his fellows powered down it fell to Alec and a couple others to confront the interloper, which as these things go, fell apart into a fire fight with large cannons. Of the fight there isnt much to say, the rookies preformed admirably and had the advantage of numbers, but Alec stood out among the others with the incident report calling his style of fighting "like a metal monster that just discovered it can breath fire." A statement that led him to adopting the callsign Fafnir, after the Norse tail.

After this Alec went on to serve in a couple different Mech squads, command rotating him around like a pin ball, that was until he finally came to rest on the H-MAC he now calls home. What more can be said about the man who has spent the vast majority of his life fighting, truly what more need be said?

Odds and Rarities:

• He has a corn snake named Lind
• Has a bottle of very expensive alcohol hidden somewhere on the H-MAC
• Has a slight accent no-one (not even he himself) can pin down the origin of (and as far as he's concerned its the way he's always talked

SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

just about done, eagerly looking forward to this!

SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

**will replace this with finished CS when time permits. Had to delay the final edits and post due to unforeseen circumstance, I apologize and will have this done ASAP**

SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

hmm I like the dust and the Titan, both speak to the "Big imposing mech" aesthetic part of my brain. But ultimately, I think Im gonna go with the Dust, as it also has more of the "Super Fortress with legs" vibe that a huge carrier should have.

Now my sheet should be done today should be done today!

SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

Alrighty! I will get to work on a sheet!