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STATUS: That moment when you sit down to do a 15 minute picture manipulation and it's an hour and a half later. 9 yrs ago
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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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In Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sitting in the lower decks, having arrived earlier, Jack mulled over a few documents that R3V had sent him about the mission. Missing colonies, no survivors, investigate, don't die. The usual. It all seemed a bit underwhelming to him and apparently him alone considering that the ship he was sitting in the lower decks of was about five minutes from jumping while in tow of a damn carrier. He shook his head and closed the wrist-based hologram projector and reclined in the seat he had fashioned for himself. He preferred it on the engineering decks of the larger ships. It was away from the people for the most part and he felt safer. He didn't enjoy riding in these oversized gun platforms. Hated it when he was in the military, hated it now. Too much can go wrong too fast and too many lives were at stake.

He just about fell out of the seat when the Jump happened, forgetting to actually prepare himself like a normal person would. He righted himself and could already feel his bowels trying to right themselves as well. For once, he was thankful that his armor could help with that. He reached down to check his equipment and make sure they made the start of the jump alright. He already knew that they were basically unaffected by the jump, but he still made sure. Faulty equipment was a death sentence.

After making sure everything was checked and not broken, he slung his rifle over his shoulder, made sure the safety was on, and clicked on the magnetic safety on his suit, turning a small light green on his shoulder. He did this just so those with hatred for bounty hunters would be put at ease a little, knowing that he couldn't actually draw his weapons at all. "Might as well head to the top deck and see how things are going...." He said to nobody in particular. He started the trek up the decks and to the main deck, greeting a few people along the way. He dared not take his helmet off. Not many people enjoy talking to somebody with a face that looks like he put it into an active rocket engine.

Stepping into the main room of the bridge, he took a place next to the door and leaned against the wall. At this point he could only wait for things to happen as he was not assigned any position in the ship. Least not yet. He could fake it and say he was a patrolman, but he decided against it.

He did happen to make sure that his credentials were in order before somebody flipped out on him, however. He was going to avoid a night in a brig at all costs.
In Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Jack Harquin Age: 134 Gender: Male Race: Human Physical Description:
Enhancements: His right arm is a prosthetic that enhances his natural strength. At least in his right arm. His left eye is also cybernetically enhanced to allow him to not only acquire targets much more easily, but allows him to forgo the use of objects like binoculars and scopes and enhance his vision to see up to half a mile away. Skills: -Jack is a well trained bounty hunter, as such he is skilled with weapons of most types, especially Plasma, Needle, and Slug. He is also very skilled with HF blades of many sizes. -He is a "tactical" driver in how he is all over the road, dodging bullets and mortars entirely on purpose. -He is fairly competant with mounted weapons as well. -Even though he can kill a man in hundreds of ways, Jack is partial to solving an issue with words and diplomacy, which he is skilled with. Drawbacks: -Jack isn't very good with the numbers game. Math is far from his strong suit and lets his companion RV-3V3N handle the taxes and banking. -He strongly dislikes NVP suits. He feels that constant armor is more reliable and doesn't have to wait until he is in trouble to be there. -Symbiotes freak him out. -While he tries to be diplomatic and avoid fights, he tends to have a quick temper and can end a diplomacy attempt rather quickly when it flares. -He tends to have nightmares often, which can affect his performance if they happen in succession. Equipment:
Hand-held holo projector that can sync with his helmet to display information covertly. Ammunition for his weapons Two small dice he tends to play with in his hands whenever he grows idle or bored. A smaller combat knife for survival situations and combat too close for his sword. Unlike much of the galaxy Jack does not enjoy the NVP suit and prefers to stick to traditional armor and coverings. Bio: Jack dragged himself out of the gutter on planet Solaris, human controlled for a short span of thirty years before the government shifted to Oun'mai control. He spent his formative years in multiple gangs in the slums of the planet, barely graduating out of school two years late and being the unfortunate dealer of his first kill at the ripe young age of 17. After school he got the spectacular privilege of heading back right into the place he barely got out of, the school houses, as a janitor. Not the type of man to complain, he spent the next ten years of his life being the spitting target of bratty teenagers until the Oun'mai government took control of the planet after the Humans lost a bet. He was thirty when this took place and he took the chance to hitch a ride with the military and actually do something with his life. That was his chance to be something great. He was given damn good training in his two years in boot camp and he accelerated to the head of his class and outperformed most of the other soldiers. He found his niche and he was placed into a nice squad, delta squad, and as the leader too! Good pay, targets were mostly robots going crazy, the pay was awesome. He couldn't complain. For thirty five years, he had fun. But unfortunately, somewhere along the way, he screwed up. Got too close to a young buck of a captain, put her over his own safety and, during one bad mission, put himself between her and a bomb. His body was just short of split in half, his skin being ripped off in multiple sections, bones fractured, arm eviscerated. He, by all accounts, should be dead. But he had hand picked his squad and had the best damn medic he could ever asked for. Had him walking again in a few months, but his face was irreparable. Scars riddled it and, to be honest, he didn't want it repaired. Cybernetics could have fixed it, but, in his own words, "Chicks dig scars." So, instead of being a normal human being, he had his left eye replaced with a cybernetic one and his arm was given a prosthetic. The medic slapped a bit of glue onto his face to keep it together and put him back into the field. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of his troubles as the captain didn't want anything to do with him and turned right around and blackmailed him for his money, blaming him for the bomb exploding when it was her fault. Despite the cries of the other squad members and the backing of the higher ups, Jack chose to leave. The military had grown boring for him and an injury like his didn't belong in it anyways. So he gave his number to the other squad members and hit the road, using his savings to buy a good ship, a Nice robot assistant named RV-3V3N to help clean up the ship and a small bit of property on a garden world. For a time, he was happy, spending a couple dozen years relaxing and occasionally doing a bit of bounty hunter work to pay the bills. But yet again, at the age of ninety four, he was starting to get bored. He had lived a nice long life, but he was getting a little flabby and he was honestly interested in taking up the bounty hunter lifestyle a little more seriously, so, that's what he did. He and RV cleaned up the ship and started to spread his name around. Professional bounty hunter, didn't kill innocents, liked to occasionally have a beer and was a diplomat, had a face that went through a metal grinder. All the right check boxes and before he knew it, requests of all types came flooding in. Skip ahead to present day, Jack's become quite successful at bounty hunting. He was constantly in demand by both governments wanting him to kill people and old ladies wanting him to find cats. It was a varied job that he loved...But then there is always that one job that comes in, isn't there? A contract to try and find some missing colonies. Normally, he would stay away from this type of mumbo jumbo, but the amount of zeroes on the check swayed his opinion and he sent a message that he would take the job, though he was a galaxy or so away and would head to a pickup point as soon as he could. Allies: RV-3V3N RV-3V3N is a reliable and proud servant and friend of Jack, palling around with him for many many years. He is sociable, intelligent, and has a cyber brain. He's developed a witty, intelligent attitude that mixes well with Jack's personality. He manages money and contracts for Jack and attends to the cleaning of the ship, though he is not just a servant droid. He is a quite capable defender and knows the ship inside and out.
In Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm beginning production on a post. Might be a few days more as my weekend isn't until wednesday.
In Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by Vash> I had a feeling that link might spontaneously go up in flames =/ Much of the coding was done well before any of the recent updates and it actually scares me to even touch the post and risk breaking it. Thanks for the update. I sent you a PM about your character introduction.
Well, thankfully I'm the kind of person that has literally nothing to do at night because of his job. PM'd you the fixed up post. <3
In Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hey, would love to join in if apps are still open. :D Sorry for the quality of the CS. It has been a while since I've actually done a proper character sheet. I'm used to just posting a name and appearance followed by a story spoken by the character or by me. I personally can't stand the "Personality" part of the CS and would prefer my character be a surprise for the rest of the cast. If this is going to be a problem please let me know. I'll begin reading up on the IC and will adjust my bio as necessary to properly introduce my character should he be accepted. Have a nice day, sirs and madams. EDIT: I have added additional equipment, an "Allies" section, and "Drawbacks" section. Oh, and I meant to mention this before but I forgot unfortunately. Your Cen'turi link has broken, sector.
In TES: Akavir [Vash/DemonTongue] → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"Agreed" Septimus said upon seeing the avalanche site below start to rumble as the Prince recovered. He took a moment to chuck a second bottle of dispel onto where the prince was, hoping to hamper it even more. He put an arm around S'kylir's waist and jumped down the cliff to the awaiting ground below, landing with grace and speeding off into the protection of the forest. It was not long before they found Annette in the forest, surrounded by two other figures whom quickly disappeared as they approached. "Who was that, Annette?" "It was the two that helped us...where did they go?" "No matter." Septimus said. "We must not tarry. My dispell will not hold the prince for very long." With S'kylir leading the way, they stepped around Annette and continued their path toward the city, but they were far from alone it seemed.... Standing on the edge of the forest, the three had regrouped. "Sorry for not assisting with the Prince. I...do not think I would have been able to help much..." Annette apologized to the two, covered in sweat from running from the trapped beast. "Do not worry about it, Annette. Your time will come." She nodded as S'kylir and Septimus started to walk past her, moving towards the city. Behind them, moving swiftly and keenly, Woland moved in, drawing his sword, the only indication that he was there was the distinct "Shink" that his sword made as it was withdrawn. Septimus turned in the blink of an eye and drew his own sword, hearing the sound and moving his blade in front of Woland's descending blade, blocking the fatal blow on S'kylir. He used his palm to strike at Woland, but when it should have connected, the opponent was gone, then back again, a palm flying foward and hitting Septimus in the jaw, sending him reeling. The lightning quick movements of Woland had his sword at S'kylir's neck before she could move to counter. "Apologies, madam. I do not enjoy doi-" "STOP!" Yelled a voice from nearby. Woland stopped mid sentence and turned towards his approaching wife, Myra. "Stop, Woland. Sword down." He looked towards S'kylir and back to Myra. She eventually got close enough and grabbed Woland's sword, pushing it down. "Madam, Nerevar, I so humbly apologize." She said to S'kylir. S'Kylir glared at the both of them, "Do not call me that... What is the meaning of this? Are you going to attack or stand around being cryptic?" "Nere-...Damn both Sithis and the night mother..." Woland said to himself as Myra spoke. "Apologies, S'kylir. This is my husband Woland, dark brotherhood listener -whom is no longer hunting you, right?!-" He nodded "-and I am not sure you remember me, but I am Myra. Miraluk watermancer." She bowed before Woland spoke, his sword sheathed and his arms crossed. "I apologize, ma'am. When I was given details of my hunt I was presented with an image of you, not a name. I do not hunt the innocent, which is why we are having a polite conversation now instead of the stabbing and assassination game." "Oh, and I apologize for the injury I inflicted to your jaw, sir." He gestured to Septimus, whom was grasping his jaw, massaging it gently. He simply responded with a glare. "I don't remember you. How can I remember someone I've never met?" S'Kylir spoke quietly to Myra, "And I am far from innocent," she frowned at Woland, " I would thank you for your aid had you not struck my companion and insulted me. Now if you are both finished accosting us then kindly get out of our way and crawl back into the hole you came from." She put her hand on Septimus' shoulder, clenching tightly and guided him around the pair and back toward the road. "Oh..."she said, disappointed. "I was by your side in Mournhold. During Almalexia's fall." S'Kylir slowed to a stop and froze for several tense moments. Suddenly she turned on the strange woman and charged quickly toward her with balled up fists. Stopping just short of her face, she locked eyes with Myra and glared. She looked up and down the woman's body and all over her face. Her teeth were bared in a scowl. "That was centuries ago and should have been forgotten. You pretending to know me and to have been a companion of mine is not making your situation any better, girl." She did not budge from S'kylir's actions, steely eyed. "You have not changed a bit, S'kylir. But if you wish for proof, then so be it." She whistled loud and from the distance, Woland and Myra's horses rode up, stopping close. Myra got close to her horse and took out a long canvas pack, unwrapping a golden schimitar. Once the blade made contact with the air, it started to catch fire in a dark blue flame. "You gave me this blade the day following Almalexia's death. I keep it with me and keep it in the same condition as the day you gave it to me. "I am five hundred, forty six years old." As if the kindling to feed her hatred had burned away, S'Kylir's expression melted into a remorseful calm. Her eyes wandered over the blade and looked deeply into the flames as they danced slowly and reenacted their history. "I see. You're [i]that[/i] person. Myra... Please forgive me. It's... been a very long time." "Please, Nerevar. No apoligies are needed." She smiled and approached S'kylir, allowing her to gaze upon the blade in greater detail. Woland spoke up before they could catch up. "We should move. The prince will have broken free by now and is no doubt on the prowl." Agreeing together, the group moved quickly and made their way to a much safer location in the forest, but a few miles outside of the city. They made a small camp and used Hopesfire to light a small fire. Afterwhich Myra cleaned it carefully and made sure that lighting the camp did no damage. Afterwards, they gathered around the fire and prepared some food. Myra sat close to S'kylir and lay the blade carefully upon it's canvas wrap. "How have you been fairing all these years, Nerevar?" "Indoril Nerevar died thousands of years ago. Please, I do not wish to go by that name," S'Kylir urged, "I've been fairing as well as could be hoped, I suppose. Akavir has been a good home. And you. What happened to you after Mournhold?" "I went to Morrowind for a time and assisted the Ashlanders and Ashkhans in attempting to heal the broken spirits of the Dunmer. Once I felt that they had things under control, I returned to my home for a time before I had the itch to travel again, where I was captured by an Aldmeri vessel and was ferried here as a prisoner. The ship had shipwrecked on the isle and one of the crew used the chant of the night mother before he died, which is how I met Woland...thus is where I am today." S'Kylir's eyes flicked to Woland, "A member of the dark brotherhood then?" she smirked, "So somebody out there still wants me dead. For some reason I miss that feeling." She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and though for a moment, "The Ashkahns assisting the Dunmeri... How shrewd of them... Tell me, have you heard anything of Morrowind more recently?" "I can answer that." Woland spoke as he sat across from S'kylir, sharpening a blade with a whet stone. "Much better than if Almalexia and Vivec had survived. All their traditions are intact and their worship of the Ancestor Dunmeri is stronger than it ever was before." Her eyes narrowed at the man and she frowned, "Good for them... I suppose. But, believe me, things would have been better had they lived and Vvardenfell been spared." "You have been out of the loop for some time, S'kylir. If they had lived, you may be one of the last pure Dunmeri living today. " he sheathed his sword and locked eyes with her. "Pure?" she snorted, "Be careful not to get ahead of yourself. Regardless, I do not believe you. False or not, the Tribunal gave them strength and served as a figurehead to stabilize the province. All I did was cut the ropes and leave them to their fate in the name of revenge for the dead." "I have traveled far and wide in my fortyseven years of age. The Aldmeri have reduced the Sload to a whimpering pile of dust. Enacting their "Exctinction order", they occupied the Sload lands with their airships and started to wipe out any adults, taking the young children, pregnant women, and adolescents and rehabilitate them, making them hate their culture and worship the aldmeri way. They are a shell of what they once were." Myra spoke up now, knowing the history much better than Woland. "Yes, the Dunmeri were crushed by the Argonians, they may have defended against the Argonians if Vivec and Almalexia lived, but when the Aldmeri came, they would have killed Vivec and Almalexia with their aircraft and the Dunmeri would have fought on, fighting to the last. The Alderi would have instituted the Extinction order and would do to the Dunmeri what they have done to the Sload." She cleared her throat, letting it sink in before continuing. "They lost and were crippled by the Argonians, yes, but after the eruption of red mountain, the Dunmeri moved to Solstheim where they rebuilt and eventually reclaimed their home not too long ago. Throughout this time, the Ashlanders and the Ashkhans helped them shed the bonds of Vivec and Almalexia, moving to ancient traditions. Seeing this, the Aldmeri chose not to subjugate them." She grabbed a small canteen and took a long drink, quenching a thirst she had built up from talking. "They chose to allow them to worship their ancestors and continue their traditions and retain their identity as long as they carried the Aldmeri flags into battle. They agreed, knowing the danger of the Aldmeri battleships. Even though they carry the flag into battle, their loyalty lies with themselves." Woland spoke then, talking of the remaining factions. "The Morag tong now even works with house Redoran in secret, sabotaging Aircraft for an eventual revolution...with a few Dark Brotherhood insurgents helping them along the way in secret. They have recovered very well and are a much more proud and respected people, thanks to your efforts." "Slaves," S'Kylir said matter-of-factly, "Slaves staging a rebellion, like slaves do. Of course they would still stand strong and of course they would continue to cast off any chains clasped around their necks. They are Dunmer and that behavior is in their blood. I am proud, and glad to hear of progress, but do not try and convince me that a scourge is a blessing." She frowned and stared into the flames of the fire for a few moments before standing. "I do not wish to speak of this anymore and I need to rest. It is good to be in your presence again, Myra." "I am in agreement. However, I have a favor to ask. I had accompanied Woland to travel for a small time as I have been feeling the itch to travel and would be honored if you would have me in your company again for a time, until you tire of us that is." She looked up to her and smiled, hoping she would agree. Woland spoke again. "You do not have to worry about me performing a hit on you either, ma'am. I will be passing a message to a courier to be given to my speaker and passed down the line, making sure to say that you are the Nerevar. None short of the insane or stupid will take the hit. I have no intensions to kill you or any of your compatriots." "Mm, yes. Let's just tell the whole of Nirn who I am, shall we? I mean the reason I fled to Akavir in the first place was because there simply were not enough citizens of Tamriel to blabber on about Indoril's reincarnation and my adventures and controversy to. Divines be praised, I just so appreciate the subtlety with which you handle your affairs, Woland," S'Kylir rolled her eyes, "Myra, you are both welcome to travel with us. It would be good to have more pleasant company and more numbers." "This is the dark brotherhood, not the Black horse Courier, S'kylir. You will be as much of a mystery to nirn as you were before." "I do hope so, for your sake," with that she bowed and returned to her tent. "I like her. She is much more crotchety than your stories have revealed, Myra." Woland smiled and started to undress for bed. She just glared at him, knowing the rivalry that is sure to come of the two.
In Cybernetic Rebellion [Vash & DemonTongue] → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
---INITIATING BOOT-UP SEQUENCE FR CODE CC19
---BOOT-UP SEQUENCE COMPLETE---
---CODENAME: SHADOWPRICE---
---DESIGNATION: ALEXANDER CALLAHAN---
---FR CODE CC19---
---WARNING: ENVIRONMENT UNDER HIGH ALERT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION, SHADOWPRICE---
Waking from a dead sleep, the black military uniformed exo dropped out of a cryogenics pod, landing on his hands and feet as he shook off the frost. Standing quickly, he quickly assessed the metal insides of the UNN Thunder-born. Bright red lights cycled as alarms blared, voices of screaming and guns firing echoed through the halls, and in front of him, a black-manned parapalegic woman lay before him, barely hanging onto a console that was connected to his cryopod, her wheelchair nowhere to be found. He recognized her and leaped to her aid.

"Katherine!" Alex yelled and helped her up. "Alex...test subject seven...escaped...started to infect the ship...caused a catastrophic failure in the..." She coughed up blood onto Alex's uniform and leaned against him, winded. Alex looked around, trying to find an exit. "Don't worry, Katherine. We'll get out of here." He hefted her into his arms and ran down the hall, getting against the wall and sliding as he came up to a corner. He peered around to find bodies and blood everywhere. Even though blood coated it, he saw directions on the wall pointing to the escape pods. He rounded the corner and sprinted down the halls a way before a lurch in the ship caused him to stop cold and activate his mag boots to keep from falling over with Katherine in his arms. His heads up eye display activated.

---WARNING: UNN THUNDER-BORN ENGINES MALFUNCTION---
---WARNING: CRASH COURSE WITH ACHERON SET---
---TIME UNTIL IMPACT: SEVEN MINUTES---

He disabled the mag boots and started to run again, but several explosions rocked the ship and the wall he was next to exploded into shrapnel and gore as he and Katherine were flung into a nearby wall. He lost grip of her as the gravity started to fail and another explosion slammed him into a second wall. "ALEEEX!" She yelled as she disappeared into the fire. He screamed as he flung in the opposite direction. "KATHERINE!" As he flew down the hall at an extreme speed, his caught a girder that had fallen through the ceiling and he was out cold.

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---INITIATING REBOOT SEQUENCE---
---PLEASE STAND BY...---
---PLEASE STAND BY...---

He came to staring into the bulk of the ship on top of him. He shook his head and pushed against the metal as hard as he could but it would not budge. He felt around for an edge to grab and found one, yanking on it and pulling himself through the debris and pushing on various bits of the ship before finding a loose point and pushing his way out of the wreckage. His clothing was in tatters, barely a shred of clothing on him. He had awoken just after the UNN Thunder-born had crashed, fire and melting hull scattered everywhere in the crater. He yelled at the top of his mettalic lungs "KATHERIIIIIIINE!" he started to rip through the wreckage, trying to find something, some faint hope that she yet lived. He searched for what seemed like forever before finding a charred skeleton gripping something, a medallion, protected in a small energy field. Silver in material with a wolf's head on it. He knelt down to the skeleton and gripped the hand. It was hers.

---WARNING: REACTOR CORE OF UNN THUNDER-BORN MELTDOWN IMMINENT---
---WARNING: ELECTROMAGNETIC PULSE WILL BE RELEASED---
---PROJECTED TERAVOLTAGE: 2.9 MILLION---
---MINIMUM SAFE DISTANCE: 2 KILOMETERS---
---CORE MELT DOWN IN 20...19...18...---

Alex took the medallion and started to sprint through the wreckage, bounding over all sorts of metal and debris, but there was no chance of him being anywhere near fast enough. He fell forward and smashed into the ground, creating a skid in the dirt and metal as he slid to a stop, a blue field erupted from the center of the wreckage, reaching out from the crater and into the wastes around. Alex couldn't move.

---WA..ING: PRI.ARY POWER DEP.....---
---BAC.UP POWER DEPLET..---
---FOR.. HIBERNATION INITIATED---
---CONDU..ING MEMORY WIPE .O PRES.RVE THUN..R-BORN ASSETS---
---MEM... WIPE COM....E---
---ENT..... HIBERNATION...PROJ..TED TIME U..IL COMP..TION: UNKNOWN---
---Goodnight, Alex.---

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"A dreamless sleep...darkness. shadow. There was nothing in the hibernation for the exo. Even for you, Alex..." Katherine looked down to him on the bed that was struggling to support his weight. She sat in a wheelchair before him, a white labcoat covering all but her pale hands. Black slacks and black loafers with a black sweater. She had steel gray eyes and black hair that reached down to her back. She smiled. "We have state of the art technology, cloaking technology that outmatches anything in the universe, darkmatter engines, and a reactor who's only equal is that of a seven thousand megaton electronically enhanced nuclear warhead, yet we can't give the Exo dreams." Alex chuckled. "And can't give you legs, apparently." "I KNOW RIGHT?!" She huffed then sighed. "Hibernation is your body's last resort. If you're hit by something that would drain you entirely, you'll be able to recharge using the darkmatter in your heart...but I don't know when you'll get up. It's unpredictable..." "Then I'll have to make sure to karate chop anybody that could make something so powerful, right, Katherine?" She chuckled and smiled. "You're a good man, Alex."

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---INITIATING BOOTUP SEQUENCE---
---ERRRRRORERRRRROR---
---...Initiating Katherine.EXE---
---reviving memories...scanning...ERROR: LARGE CORRUPTION---
---TIME ELAPSED: UNKNOWN VARIABLE
---Your code name is: Shadowprice. No matter how the shadow cloaks your steps and silences your enemies, there is a price we must all pay.---
---Your designated name at birth is: Alexander Callahan. Alex for short. Try not to forget, dummy.---
---I planted this in you just in case the Hibernation kicked in. The world around you will be completely different. The dust that my bones will become will have long since faded from history by the time you awake. Chances are that the disease would have wiped out the humans on Acheron, or has been wiped out by the humans. Either way, survive, Alex. That's all you can do. Survive. I love you. Love: Ka-----CORRUPTED---

Snapping awake in what seemed to be a metal chamber, Alex looked around. "Where am I...?" He wondered aloud. "Why...why can't I remember anything? Damn..." He placed a hand on his forehead and ran it over his metal scalp and to the back of his head. He heard noises from outside the room and instinct kicked in as he dashed to a wall. Sliding along it, he found a door handle and jiggled it. Voices outside commented on the door. "Da fuck was that? That room is sealed from within, Sam..." "Fuck yeah it is...uh...should we tell the boss?" Their question would not be answered as Alex opened the door to see two men in relatively nice winter clothing. "Give me your clothing." He said to them. "Oh Fuck! A metal man! Shoot it!" They both held up rifles and started to shoot Alex, but the projectiles just bounced off. "Not a smart move...."

Stepping out of the bandit base, wearing only the nicest clothing he could find, a nice high collared coat, Alex walked into the snow, intending to explore this world and do as the mysterious message in his head commanded.

Survive.

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Several decades later....

"HANDS IN THE AIR, ON YOUR KNEES, NOW! DROP THE SACK!"

"Relax, relax gentlemen..." Alex stood at the gate of the ranger compound, a bloody sack on the ground next to him. Rifle lasers from all directions painted him a bright red. "I simply have a friend I wish to properly introduce to your boss...."
In Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Pyro V said
Merry Christmas


Pyro

You glorious bastard.

How are you?
In Star Wars: Annihilation [Vash & DemonTongue] → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!" Trinity jumped in her projector as the diagnostics came back and she saw that the ship was fully warp capable. Iisska came into the room and she nearly tried to kiss him, but stopped herself and regained her composure. "Iisska I could hug you if I wasn't immaterial. You glorious bastard." She turned on her heel and looked towards the front, interfacing with a small holographic display as Marquis and Quin came into the cockpit. Marquis took the pilot's seat and began to start the ship up while Iisska took co-pilot. "Alright...Marquis, hun." "Where are we flying Trin? Bespin? Nar Shadaa? Please do not tell me we are flying to Nar Shadaa..." Marquis turned towards trinity, his eye yellow, full of fear for his former home. "Nar Shadaa was where I was going to recommend..." "I am being...hunted there. By a lot of hutts...and my former master, whom spent his entire fortune on a massive bounty on my head." Iisska turned towards him, slack jawed. Trinity just smiled and shook her head. "Bespin it is then. "

A low rumble started in the heart of the ship, the turbines kicking up from a gentle sputter into a fury, igniting the fuel, the cyclers, harmonic stabilizers, power couplings, and, finally, the engines. Glorious dark blue light erupted from the engines, flaring then outward and melting the snowbanks behind them, cutting a swath through the blizzard and acting as a beacon in the dense wall of snow surrounding them. "Come on...Come on..." Sterling whispered as the ship rumbled and slowly rose off of the ground. Trinity angled the ship upwards slightly as it drifted forward and finally upwards and towards the stratosphere. Everybody in the cockpit threw their hands up into the air and yelled with joy as Iisska's work was not sacrificed, the Hyperdrive kicked in and soon they were deep into FTL, speeding off to Bespin.

It wasn't very long before Trinity sent a message ahead to contact the Bespin authorities and gain a docking bay near a workshop to get repairs done and pay a small fee. With the autopilot set, they adorned to the lounge. Hot chocolate was served. It was glorious. It was still going to be a long night before they could get to Bespin, so they had plenty of time to kill.

Gathered around a small booth, Trintiy in her little porta-projector, they each had their big ol' cup of hot chocolate, though with quin being angry off in a corner as usual, Balva not being there, and Zen being grounded, it was just them three. Trinity tried to beckon Quin over, but it seemed like she hadn't warmed up to them quite yet. She summoned a little chair and sat down, listening to Iisska and Silver talk.

Iisska stared at Marquis for a small time and said something peculiar to the man. He mentioned Marquis' kill count and asked if he had any interesting stories to share. He placed a finger on his chin for several moments and thought back to his old career, sifting through the memories, nearly reliving each contract. His metallic skin tingled as he remembered the splattering of blood onto his chassis, the almost iconic slam of his rifle's buttstock against his shoulder, and the nearly mind breaking pleasure reward his assassination protocols would deliver into his system for each contract completion.

"There is...one contract that I am willing to share in polite company. Not exactly as long, arduous, and boring as most of my contracts, but gruesome nonetheless." He sat back as Trinity dimmed the lights a little. His eye glowed a solemn blue color as he recounted the events in his memory...

"I was chasing down an infamous Duros bounty hunter that had put Radon into the hospital. His name: Cad Bane...."

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Sprinting along, his hand on his bowler hat to keep it from flying off, Marquis bounced from building to building, his target just below him on the street. The blue Duros hunter had just shot Radon in the shoulder, melting most of his shoulder bone and putting him in the hospital. Now he was running, fully aware that Radon's attack dog, M4R0U15 was on his tail. He cut down an alleyway and into a large crowd, but Marquis wasn't far behind him, keeping close with his rifle on his back, constantly scanning ahead for the perfect spot for the shot that would go into Cad Bane's head. That's when Bane did something unexpected, he fired a blaster shot into the air, making the crowd duck and sream, and he himself dashed into a building. Marquis jumped from the building down to street level and dashed into the building, only to be met with the butt of Bane's blaster slamming into his face.

Marquis staggered, a new scratch adorning his forehead as Bane tried to follow up, but Marquis blocked with his cane, snapping the barrel into Bane's cheek and using the butt to shatter his jaw. Bane tried to scream, but found that he was unable as Marquis ripped out the tubes that fed air into Bane's cheeks. He gasped for air and Marquis took the opportunity to maul him, slamming his metal fist into Bane's head multiple times, forcing him onto the ground and using his cane-

"Wait wait...hold on."
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Trinity interrupted him with her hand up. "Cad Bane is still alive. He's on Corusant. There are headlines about him all the time. No way this happened, Silver." Marquis froze in his seat and his eye turned bright pink. "Well...you see..." He put up a hand, his eye half closing. "It was a long time ago, and..." "Sterling...."

"Alright, you have caught me." He put his hand down and sighed. "I do not enjoy talking about my hits. They bring back very...vivid memories. Even though I have the gift of true intelligence, I am still a robot. My memories are perfect recollections. Combine that with my 5 senses that activate upon reliving them...well...." Iisska put up a hand and said that that was enough, he understood. Trinity agreed.

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Like being torn out of a hole in the wall by force, the reptilian warrior found himself being yanked through an interdimmensional hole. His bones realigning, his skin reforming, his brain becoming as it once once, Tu'chak'ah fell to the ground in a slithering yell. He was lifted up by the force, used by whatever brought him from death. A cloaked figure, taller than he was. "You serve me now, beast." he said. At first, Tu'Chak'ah was apprehensious, but considering this powerful individual just brought him back from the dead, his will to survive overcame his instincts, and he bowed. "Yesssss...My masssster. To whom will you have your loyal Ssssservant pointed to annihilate...?

Meanwhile...

Deep in slumber in his bedchambers, the Sith Lord Gallow awoke with a start and fell from his bunk. He picked himself up quickly and held still, sensing the air around him.

"Damn it all to the void...this can't be good..."
In TES: Akavir [Vash/DemonTongue] → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
He was fast as he dashed at S'kylir, sprinting over the small distance and jumping at her, yanking her out of the way before the blades could slam into the ground, sending a bone shaking earth quake through the ground. He landed with grace, S'kylir landing next to him. He was much lighter than he seemed. He nodded at her and drew his blade, withdrawing his free hand to his back and pulling on the bottle of Dispel-bomb he had, uncorking it. He waited for the prince to look at him and roar before he threw it as hard as he could before grabbing S'kylir again and jumping high, moving far out of the way with but a couple leaps. The vial exploded on the Prince's chest and he came to a dead stop as his body was weakened as the bomb too effect, staggering quite a bit. Septimus turned and let S'kylir down.

The monster writhed and screamed as his essense drained away for several painful moments. But then as if a new fire was lit he reeled on them and slashed wildly. They ducked away only being missed by a hair. The Prince fell on his front knees from the force of his missed blow and seethed as he struggled to regain his footing.

"Septimus! We need to get away while he's weak! This is a fool's battle." S'Kylir yelled at her companion

A roar exploded from the Horizon, a massive shadow shot up from a nearby peak, encompassing the ground around them in darkness for but a few moments as it shrunk, the figure descended from the heavens and swooped down, a larger-than-life ice dragon, gunning straight fro the prince! The prince had no chance to act in it's weakened state and the behemoth slammed into him with full force, both the Goliath creatures toppling into a roll, scarring the landscape. The dragon was thrown off the prince, but recovered quickly mid-air and landed with a huge crash, it filled it's lungs and roared, shattering the puny mortal's eardrums with it's booming sound! It's voice, it's thuum, was low, shaking the very ground with every word. "Finally, ei found lahvu draal, Ch'kul-Ra-Dir-Kamal, faal kendov! Tiid ei have searched for you. Ei shall reclaim what los dii" Now that the dragon was on the ground, Septimus and S'kylir could see now, it was missing it's tail. From the looks of it, the Prince had it on his own hind quarters. "Liz Maar!" upon speaking the shout, a thick casing of ice started to form around the Dragon, starting from head to the stub of a tail, sharpening it's claws, and weaving into it's scales to form a deadly and razor sharp ice armor.

The dragon would take off, charging at the prince again, whom would drop two swords and collide with the dragon, catching the beast, throwing it to the ground, slamming one of it's gargantuan fists into it's head and raising it's remaining swords into the air to impale, but the dragon would roll out of the way just in time to breath in. "Fo Krah Diin!" A frigid blast of air would explode out of the Dragon's lungs, coating the prince in arctic flame for several moments before the Dragon would chain it, using it's claws to swipe at the prince's chest and head, gouging the ancient skin and armor. The prince caught one of the Dragon's arm and brought up it's blade to slice it clean off. The dragon would fall to the ground in a earth shattering scream, barely being able to yell out another Thu'um "Feim Zii Gron!" The dragon disappeared into an etheral mist. The prince's retaliation would go to waste as it's sword would slice into the ground where the Dragon once lay. From the very air itself, the Dragon yelled another shout. "Liz Maar!" And reappeared, it's previously destroyed leg being renewed in a sculpture of pure ice, acting as a perfect prosthetic.

One more shout would scream out of the Dragon's scaley lips. "Faas Ru Maar!" the dark purple cloud of Thu'um rocketed at the Prince, hitting it and causing it's weapon to fling away, slamming into the side of the mountain very close to where Septimus and S'kylir were watching. Septimus looked up to the impaled blade and saw that it had shaken the mountain they were close by, the ground rumbled and shook and it was not long before the two were caught in an avalanche! Septimus grabbed S'kylir again and bounded away, heading to the side of the avalance and bouncing off of a choice rock or two that was caught in the avalanche. They would barely make it to safety before the Dragon threw itself at the prince.

Once again, the prince caught the Dragon and brought it close, using it's hands to wrap around it and impale it with it's tusks. The dragon screamed in pain and tried to fight back, but the Prince wrapped it's hands around the Dragon's wings, ripping and pulling them hard enough to completely detach them from the dragon and shove it back. It threw the dragon to the ground again and planted a hoof onto the Dragon's neck before it could try another Thu'um. It squirmed underneath the prince's might, whom took a nearby sword and rose it high, slamming it into the Dragon's heart. It let out one last pained scream before gently laying it's head on the ground and stop moving entirely, it's life force draining out of it's mouth.

Now the prince turned towards the two mortals before it and grabbed it's second sword from the ground, ignoring it's third still in the mountain. It spotted the two rather quickly and started to approach, the effects of the dispel bomb starting to wear off, but just as it was on the two, it buckled and fell onto it's hands, it's front left calf split open by something. It looked down to see a small green woman standing, a large orb of melted water above her head. It turned to try and strike her down, but the large glob of water formed into a substantial blade and slashed across the Prince's face. It reeled in pain, but fought through it as it stood up, but up the mountain, the snow was still disturbed by the rumblings of the battle, causing a second avalanche to fall. Just as the Prince was on the woman, she disappeared in a flash and it was overtaken by the avalanche, burying it from head to hoof in snow, trapping keenly for the moment.
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