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9 yrs ago
Current That moment when you sit down to do a 15 minute picture manipulation and it's an hour and a half later.
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9 yrs ago
Currently working on the OOC for the Legend of the Crimson Dusicyon.
9 yrs ago
"We make our choices, and take what comes. And sooner or later, in ways we can't always fathom, the consequences come back to us" ~ Daud
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9 yrs ago
Busy busy busy. So nice to be writing on a deep level again.
9 yrs ago
Those that have RP'd with me lately, please take a gaze at my Bio. I finally got around to updating it.

Bio



"I burn endlessly, an intextinguishable inferno within the depths of a storm of passion and grace." Septimus Aureous, Captain of the Turian Frigate: Elysium

I've been roleplaying and writing for a little over half my life, and I'm 22. If I come across as cynical, picky, overly willing to write a huge CS, very inquisitive, and even ready to drop an RP out of nowhere, I apologize. I've seen way too many RPs look good only to end up smashing face first into the dirt with almost no explanation to it. I tend to see an impending crash coming from a mile away and will jump ship long before the water reaches my feet.

I enjoy most genres, including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Magic-fantasy, fandom-reworks, modern, sci-fantasy, and most things under the sun. No. I'm not going to partake in highschool or pony or anime roleplays. Outside of those, I tend to take a part in most of what peaks my interest or curiosity.

I am currently involved in an RP surrounding the exploits of the Crimson Dusicyon and her pirate crew.
As well as continuing the adventures of the manic crew of the harpoon in an infinite quest for dat poon tang.

I am currently working on several short stories that I tend to flip back and forth on depending on where I'm leaning.

I'm working on a story involving an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper trapped beneath a hundred kilos of rubble and, with her life mere hours away from being extinguished, she lets her mind wander to her past and her experiences with the dangerous anti-UNSC terrorists. I've taken to call this: Halo ODST: Rebellion.

I am also working on my most deeply thought out world and story: Sonnet of a Damned Cowboy. A story taking place hundreds of years in the future, where the earth is a barren desert due to the earth being cooked alive. The survivors make their own stories as they drive huge caravans of huge mechs called Lancers and deliver supplies from one town to another.

Finally, I am working on a Fallout based story taking place in the frozen north of Canada, old survivors of the Enclave's oppression struggle to survive in the relentless cold. Battle hardened, tired, and cold. They all know that the smallest of mistakes in the frozen wastes will be almost certain death.

Enjoy your day!

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She doesn't, but who in their right mind will fuck with an Eagle Claw member?

"We are the citizens of the state. We invite you, soldiers of the end war. Fight with us, or die beneath us. We, The Common Man, shall persevere through the darkness." - James Hemmingway

The rest of the night was spent talking and enjoying the time together, though heated at times. The food was glorious and the drink made more than one of eagle claw want to punch each other's lights out. In the morning, groggy and hung over, tablets were forced down their throats by the medics as they were called to the briefing room. By the time they got there, most of the hangover was gone and they were reporting for duty. They finally had a mission.

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The commander of the base, Richard Hammond, Addressed them. Standing over a holographic Wargames projector. Showing what seems to be anchorage alaska, black markers all over it. "It has been a while, Eagle Claw." Richard said to them, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared the group down. Leinhart was not with them. "After nearly three weeks with no mission, we have one for you. We have been continuously pushing into old Alaska, the battlegrounds for the great war and where one of our forward bases has been established: Tesla Command. This base is the staging grounds for securing the region, over two hundred soldiers there. Up until about three days ago, everything was going according to plan, but then everything went quiet. No signals, no messages, nothing. We have sent scouts in to investigate, but none have returned. We will not risk a full scale search while the enemy is beating their war drums at our gates. I want you to investigate. Search the area and find out what happened to our troops.Thunder will fly you out as soon as you suit up and ready yourself. "

The team nodded and proceeded out the door, no questions needed asking this time, Alaska was a place that had been on the Enclave's list for a while now.

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Dropping down to the earth in the frigid north, the team unholstered their weapons and let Thunder fly away to find a secure landing zone. It was frigid here, the cold being nearly as bad as Eagle Claw base. The wind biting into what parts of their bodies were exposed. A few of them had extra clothing on, scarves and gloves, an extra layer of clothing maybe. Shibuya had one of the new Plasma Sniper rifles in hand and would stick close to Andrew as his wing-woman. They had a half mile quickmarch through the canyons to the base, old world trenches that were carved to slow down the enemy. There were multiple paths and intersections for them to investigate. It was eerie here, the only sound was that of the wind whipping across the frost covered landscape. Snow crunched underfoot as they moved forward, the sound echoing through the trenches. They felt as if they were being watched, hair standing on end. Andrew stopped the squad before they moved on. "Alright." He addressed them. "Several trenches to comb through to find the two hundred soldiers that disappeared. Search for any clues to what might have happened. Footprints, drag marks, blood, bodies, bullets, casings. Anything. There has to be something. Bear and Lucy, take the tunnels there." He pointed towards a large tunnel entrance to beneath the trenches. They were built for war and were no doubt still standing. "Ginger, you're with me and frost. We'll be taking a look at that trench there." He pointed towards the left most trench, one that winded into the heart of the complex and to the base. "Venom and Whisper, take the right most Trench. We'll meet up in the middle and search it then. Keep your radios clear of chatter and report any movement. "

Taking Ginger into the trench with Frost at the rear, neither of them felt right as they walked, something was definitely watching them, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As they looked, there was barely any trace of the soldiers that were here. Food and provisions were left on the table like they had simply gotten up and left. Footprints were covered up by snow, no signs of battle, no blood, not even a note. It was as if they all just disappeared. It made Andrew overly cautious and constantly watch corners and the areas above them. The wind itself even made him jump at times as it picked up.

Frost was uneasy, wanting to break the ice a little, she flipped off her radio so she could talk freely, keeping her long bright red scarf up to try and resist the cold. "I like your armor, Ginger. I've seen those patterns in old books. It suits you." Slowly and deliberately he turned his eyes on her with a frown. He glared at her for a few moments then shook his head and put his helmet on. "What did I say?" she said, her smile turning to a frown underneath her scarf. "What is your problem, Ginger? You've been in a pissy mood since you put on your armor." Said Andrew, whom had switched off his radio as well. He didn't bother to look at either of them. The helmet locked into place and let out a tiny hiss while the insides of the armor compressed. He checked a few things to make sure the displays were still working, "No problem." Andrew frowned, usually Ginger was more talkative. "Bullshit. I've fought for two months with you, you're not gonna hide it. What's wrong?" "Really?" Ginger shook his head, "You don't know what's wrong." Andrew looked at him, his eyebrow cocked. "Not really. No." Ginger ignored him and focused on checking his weapons and systems again. "So, as is quickly becoming the norm, you're going to hide inside of your armor instead of actually talking.", Andrew said to him. His temper being tested.

He looked up at Deathstroke for a few seconds, then looked down and activated the cloak on his armor. "Oh...so it's the armor." He ran at Ginger's last position and slugged him, his hand taking a bad hit, but so did Ginger's helmet. "Get over it." Still cloaked, he straightened himself and made sure nothing had been jarred loose and shook his head, "Do you want to finish the mission or not? Don't fucking touch me again." "Considering you're being a bitch and throwing a hissy fit over a recovering psychopath's reintegration into humanity via drawing on your armor, I'd rather you sat it out instead of bringing us all down with you." Andrew stood defiant against Ginger's attitude. "I'm not the one that's going to bring down this mission. I'm focused. Everybody else seems to be losing their shit over this stupidity now. It's done. It's over." Andrew crossed his arms, his face contorting in anger. "You're focused on killing, not being a human. Lose sight on being a human and what are you? Not a soldier, a damn robot."

"I don't need you to lecture me." Ginger said. "And I don't need you to treat a woman that looks up to you as a hero like she's less than garbage, Tristain." Meanwhile, Frost is just looking almost in disbelief at the drama that has unfolded. "Whatever... Let's just go already." Ginger continued to stonewall. " "Not until you drop this pathetic attitude of yours, Tristain." Andrew sighed, calming himself a bit. "It's dropped." A bit of relief overcame Andrew, even though he "Then next time you see Melanie in base, give the woman a hug and thank her for the armor." He stopped for a moment before continuing. "You did save her life before either of you were in Eagle claw, afterall."

"No I didn't... What the hell are you talking about?" Tristian said, his voice saying that he was truly confused. "I have to read the psyche reports from the psychologists when she goes in for a session. She's recovered memories from when Commander Hammond found her, you were there, one of the soldiers that guarded Hammond. Unlike the partner you were with, whom just wanted to fuck her, you comforted her. She looks at you like a hero, man." Tristain was quiet for a moment. "... I don't really remember that," his tone was less short now, "There were a lot of those." "She's the one that was in the cove just inside Washington." Again quiet for a moment, Ginger nodded. "Right..."

Their discussion over, with Ginger understanding what was happening to the people around him, they moved on. As they turned a corner, they froze as a howl shattered the silence, Andrew slowly turned to the alternate path behind them, leading to an officer's quarters. Above them, a Metal Monstrosity. They all raised their weapons and started firing. The only thing that was actually doing damage against it was Ginger's rifle, denting it a little. It sprinted at them after Ginger's first hit. Ginger's second created a small hole in the face, Frost took the opportunity to hit it with her own rifle and the super heated plasma broke through, melting it enough for the round to rip through to the brain. It wrecked havoc on it and it fell forward, sliding on the snow until stopping a few feet in front of Andrew. He went clicked on the comms then. "Contact, contact. Large steel armored bipedal beast. Very very tough. Two rounds with Gauss rifle, finished with a plasma round through the severe dent on the head. Think we found out what happened to the soldiers here." He approached the beast, the entire inside of the head was melted and destroyed, circuitry sparking. He looked it over for weaknesses and found several. "Completely robotic, legs are weak at the joints. Hydrolics suggest very high strength, has teeth and jaws, very very sharp...armor piercing. Shoot first, ask questions later."
Updated Barracks. Did the honor of posting Pyro's character.

Post inbound as well.

Put a lil' sumfin sumfin at the end of the barracks post as well.


Name: Lucius Vaughn

Codename: Thunder

Age: 27

Biography: Lucius was a member of Vault 19, and was only a young boy when the doors were shut on the outside world for a second time. Growing up, he heard stories about the brilliant Dimitri Romanov, the Overseer that had made peace with the Enclave and gave the members of the Vault freedom to do as they pleased. The Enclave, however, were in charge of Vault Security, and were easily far better at it than the former V-Sec or the White Bears. So, while the Vault dwellers technically were allowed free reign, the Enclave were able to keep a close eye on them all.

As much as he idolized Overseer Romanov, Lucius idolized the Enclave at least as much, perhaps even more. They were shining knights that protected a vault of weak scientists. At the age of twelve, he began training with firearms under the watchful eye of the head of V-Sec, and by the age of fifteen he was recruited into security and given a set of armor and a laser pistol. By the age of eighteen, he'd become popular and well known within both the Vault and security. Part of this was because he went out of his way to help his fellow Vault dwellers, but because of his advancement of laser weapon technology, at least for small arms. He'd been able to increase the power of individual lasers, while managing to keep energy consumption at near the same level.

When the Overseer returned from years of being hidden, he seemed only just impressed with the improvement on laser technology. He took Lucius under his wing, and soon the boy's duties in V-Sec were forgotten as the pair worked together on a few little projects. Not a month later, Lucius resigned, and went with Dimitri to the Enclave as his assistant. Over the years, Lucius has seen himself enhanced and upgraded, though nowhere near to the extent of Dimitri, and has made several enhancements on his own weaponry. During the training of Eagle Claw, Dimitri sent him to get training in flight, and was assigned to co-pilot with Wraith whenever it was necessary. However, for the most part, he was in the labs, either by himself or with Dimitri. And he preferred it that way.

Dimitri has enhanced speed and steadiness, though his strength is just average, even with all of his augments. His eyes have been completely replaced, and the new receptors allow him to see farther and more sharply than he'd been able to before. His pistols, while only laser pistols, have been upgraded to be as powerful as a plasma defender, while still being just as accurate and only having the power consumption of a normal pistol. With the death of Wraith, he has been assigned to ferry Eagle Claw to and from their missions, much to his displeasure. However, he's sure to be cordial and polite to the squad.
Name: Shibuya River
Age: 24
Codename: Frost
Appearance:
Biography: Shibuya was raised within the Enclave and is very loyal to them regardless of the racism that occurs at times because of the pigment of her skin and her ancestry. She has proven time and time again that she was more than worthy to be in the Enclave as she has been the primary source of intelligence for the Enclave for years. She is an extremely experienced Spy, able to hide among enemy factions for extended periods with ease. At one point, she was an NCR soldier for two years, revealing to the Enclave that the NCR had Nuclear Warheads in their possession and, unbeknownst to them, said warheads will now most likely self destruct if used.

After nearly 15 years of continuous service to the enclave, Shibuya was recommended by her father and officer for Eagle Claw training.
My post will go up some time tomorrow. Because work and family emergencies.
Working on a post. Will be up soon. Kinda pooped tonight and most likely spending the night with my ladyfriend, so I'll be distracted.
DemonTongue said
I guess that concern is why he's our medic. :)Disclamer: Those ooc posts were sillyness and would never happen :bRealistically now: Agreed that there's a limit to the brutality of the training here, but in that first post it never said Lucy just shot that girl for no reason or purely for the sake of the drill. Maybe she messed up pretty bad first and things just escalated. Our characters probably saw similar situations during training. Not supporting it from a moral stand, just saying it could happen.

Reality:
Naaaww. She shot her for shits and giggles. She's a tyrant of love :D
GranoxFirewind said
Yeah, I exaggerated that way out of context. That didn't deserve near the amount of criticism I put on it. It was just so confusing to read. Sorry for being offensive, I honestly had no intent of it.


It's fine man, don't take what I said to heart. Good part of the anger there was me defending my work harshly.
GranoxFirewind said
Sweet holy fuck I had the worst time possible reading Tristain and Andrew talk. THIS IS WHY YOU SEPARATE NEW SPEAKERS INTO NEW PARAGRAPHS. I thought fucking Ginger was talking to me, until I realized Andrew was REFERRING to Ginger, without ever leaving the fucking PoV. LOOK AT THIS SHIT. THIS IMPLIES ANDREW WAS THE ONE WRECKING THE PUNCHING BAG. I'm sorry, and I'm taking that WAY out of proportion, but that entire paragraph was murder on my eyes to try and sort. Please fix.




First of all, after rereading, that one line was a mistake and can see why. Plus, there was only one speaker as I don't make another player's character speak. Going on to insult the paragraph itself because of one single mistake about a miniscule conversation is just sad, man. Especially exploding like that and demanding me to fix it. Either get over it or at least try to act like a rational human being in the future instead of acting like a spoiled brat who's been told that he won't get to go to a sleepover.
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