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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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Edited my IC post with new information, courtesy of our friend Voltus.
BWAH. Stress and blah and tired and migrain and ow.

There's a post. It's not great, but it accomplishes important things.

Will update OOC tomorrow. <3
"Brace yourselves for impact!" Grissom yelled over the intercom as the ship down down towards the western AA. They had slowed it as much as they could, but they had no way to dock the ship and had to make an emergency landing. On the bridge, Grissom barked out orders to ensure the ship landed without severe damage. "Full power to the shields, shut down the engines and weapon bays, launch the air brake balloons." Grissom gripped onto a railing hard enough o turn his knuckles white. Even with every precaution taken, they would be hitting things very hard. The lower decks had been evacuated as four huge balloons jettisoned out of the back by ultra-strong ropes and cords, slowing the ship down tremendously. Even with the shields at full power, the ship slammed with incredible force, destroying the "landing strip" as it scraped, nose first, along the ground tearing up all the asphalt and stone that made up the road. It tore it's way up the street, mangling houses and whatever was inside as it went towards the western AA, grinding it's way into the plaza surrounding it, slowing to a stop as it neared the AA itself. Once at a stop, it rolled backwards a bit onto it's bottom and balanced on it.

In the sparking and damaged bridge, the crew dragged themselves to their consoles and feet respectively and started to patch up the damage. "Damage...report...ensign." Grissom yelled out, picking himself off of the floor and brushing off the debris.

The Ensign, a skinny young woman with red hair, pulled herself into her seat and punched the console she was working on. It flicked back on and gave her the readings she needed. "It's not RUINED...it's not good...but it's not ruined." Annoyed and endlessly pissed off, Grissom stomped over to the Ensign and slapped her upside the head, eliciting howls of pain and annoyance from her, before looking at the screen himself. "Thirty two percent structural damage, shields are shot, ten percent power, we're missing our noses...and forces inbound. Brilliant."

He went to the intercom then and his voice boomed over the loudspeaker. "Alright crew, no time for dillydally. Pick up yourselves as best as you can, get to your battle stations, and armor up. We made a bit of a ruckus with our landing and the rest of Ulysses' little bastards are coming to pick us apart. Also, Carson-" He trailed off a bit. "-We need somebody to repurpose that big gun outside."

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Carson and the rest of the Dusicyon had done a brilliant job clearing out the soldiers. If it wasn't for them, the entire plan would have gone to ruin by now. The lost wolves would have swarmed them, but because they all but desolated their barracks and holdings with their barrages. Their reserves were dropped well below the 20% line. The only had time to get a single tank out of storage and even now...

Faulkner was screaming as he ran, assault rifle in hand, at the edge of a building, jumping off of it and landing on top of the tank. The pilot immediately tried to turn the tank to get him off, but Faulkner grabbed onto the handle of the hatch, pulling it open and unleashing hell into the cockpit. It wasn't more than a couple seconds before the tank came to a halt and Faulkner pulled out the body, throwing it to the side.

Faulkner was taking care of it. The crew fought hard, harder than Renault was expecting. Persevering under heavy fire and grueling injuries.

Seeing the tank being distracted by the General, Nathaniel stepped onto the scene, coming into the building after seeing Nikola from outside. "I have you." He said as he reached up and grabbed Nikola, helping him off of the metal and to the ground. He gave Nikola a shoulder to rest on for the moment before Faulkner approached them and took Nikola by the arm, dragging him towards the tank. The boy didn't get to object to being thrown on top of the tank. "Listen here you sat sack, my orders are to beat you to a pulp for abandoning ship, but I'm just going to ASSSUUUME that you came down here for the sole reason of stealing this here highly dangerous device with an extreme potential for explosive mayhem, so I shall forgive you on one single condition: You show no mercy and you rip this ball suckers limb from god forsaken limb! Now get to it, boy!"

"Wait wait! Don't shoot! I'm friendly!" A woman yelled over the gunfire as two Crewmates pointed rifles at her. She had Cyrus bleeding and unconscious hanging on her shoulder, barely alive. "He saved me...he needs a doctor, now!"

There were even some surprising allies from unexpected places.

Turning the corner with his partner, Renault and Cari came to a stop as thirty soldiers dressed in Lost Wolves' armor stood with Niesha and Travis. A lithe woman in light armor stepped forward, taking off her helmet. She had light blonde hair and dark blue eyes and light scarring. "I am Melanie, and we are here to join you. We've been beaten into the dirt time and time again by the Lost Wolves and we've had enough. We'll help you take that AA." Renault was in no position to refuse her and simply nodded. "Clear the plaza and you have yourself a home on the Dusicyon." He said. She smiled and yelled, the soldiers behind her yelling with her and running past them, leaving them to escape to safety.

With the assistance of Melanie's renegades, the forces at the AA were split trying to attack the western AA and defend the eastern AA. They were easy pickings for the crew of the Dusicyon, especially once Carson climbed her way into the western AA and started to unleash her bottled up fury onto them. With Nikola patrolling the streets and clearing out stragglers, the assault of Tirbetha came to a close and the last of the soldiers retreated into hiding while the weary and wounded were attended to by the doctor.

Over the next few hours, what crew wasn't laying down from fatigue was helping clean up the mess and start repairs on the Dusicyon as well as the area. Even Renault and Grissom came down to help patch up the ship and clean wounds. It was going to be a long, sleepless night, but even though they were battered and beaten...Tirbetha was theirs.

They had won.
Post mostly completed, just waiting for DT to get home to run it by her to see how her character would handle the things I'm throwing at her.

-I will be completing the battle here. I feel that it's just the right time to finally wrap things up.
-There will be a 1 month time skip approaching soon (not in this post, but most likely my next one) that will kick us through recovery and rebuilding, as well as setting up plot.
-I'll be editing up the OOC after this post and getting recruitment back to running. Dusicyon needs it's crew, yo.
-The name "Tiranade" simply won't do for us. Because I would love to hear everybody's thoughts, lets come up with a new name: What's the name of the pirate gang?
-I'm planning for the upcoming arc to be partially crewmember (You guys/gals) driven. While I'll push the story forward at a ginger pace, setting us along a sort of "bullet list" of important tasks, the story is powered by the crew. If you have ideas, suggestions, questions, or anything else, let me know either here or in PMs.
-Restrictions on Double posts/fast posts and such will be partially lifted. If things are going slow, you'll be able to come into the OOC and ask if you could post a 2nd time to push things up while we wait for somebody else's post or if you simply have a cool idea. This is also great for fleshing out side characters for the city as well.
Sorry for not posting, school is starting to pick up really fast and it'll take a bit to get use to it.


No worries, man. Rl comes first, always.
Going to start working on a post soon, my next post will wrap things up in the battle and finally get us through this battle.
Cheshik dove out of the way of the incoming HK and took a battle stance as the HK wheeled around and engaged him in hand to hand. Catching the first fist and countering into the HK's chest, Cheshik proved that he was vastly stronger than the much lighter and more nimble droid, but it did little versus the HK's armor as his fist left barely a dent in it's chest. The HK returned the attack with surprising force into Cheshik's jaw and nose. The droid was incredibly fast and threw several haymakers into the Trandoshan's chest and face before doubling back and delivering a damaging palm into Cheshik's heart that sent him flying backwards.

Cheshik flipped onto his stomach and looked up at the HK as it gloated to itself, walking at him slowly to finish him of. His face was bloodied and beaten to a pulp and the liquid pouring out of his nose only sent Cheshik into a rage. He pounded against the catwalk and sprang up into a sprint at the HK. It took a battle ready stance and delivered a sharp strike to Cheshik's chest to run him through but...it stopped just short, a massive claw wrapped around it's wrist. It looked up to see Cheshik's pupiless face and went to pluck out one of Cheshik's eyes, though it wouldn't get very far. Cheshik twisted his hand hard and, in one swift motion, snapped the HK's arm in twain, dropped it, and grabbed the HK's head. He twisted his body and brought the face of the HK into the metal of the catwalk before lifting him up to slam it into the railing, bending it to near breaking, before releasing the HK and letting it recover just enough for him to start wailing again, stuck in a blood rage.

The HK stood up and tried to attack, but Cheshik savagely elbowed the HK in the chest before following up with several vicious attacks to the HK's body and head. He shoved the HK back and came to the realization then that he was doing very little to the HK's plating. Every bit of damage he thought he did was superficial at best, but then he noticed the arm. It had broken at the joint. He huffed through his nose, clearing out the blood as he solidified his plan before breaking into another sprint and charging it. It tried to leap up over him and dodge the charge, but Cheshik had none of it and reached up to grab the HK by it's ankle to yank it right back down into the ground. He grabbed at both heels now and turned, slamming it down onto it's face before flipping hands and reversing the maneuver by slamming it down onto it's back. He planted his foot on it's chest, pinning it, before kneeling down and grabbing it's head. The roar he let out was enough to scare off both the pets, whom were watching nearby, as he pulled on the HK's head hard enough to sever the joints and only be held on by the wiring, but Cheshik didn't stop there. He pulled as hard as he could and one by one, the super hardened wiring came apart and was ripped from the main body.

Now headless, the HK sat motionless as Cheshik made sure it was destroyed by gripping onto the edges of it's chassis plate and pulling with all his strength to destroy the joints and expose the wiring within. He tore into the wiring with his claws and destroyed part after part, wire after wire, until every last bit of it was shredded to pieces. Once he was done, he breathed heavily and turned away from the legs that once was an HK, the pieces that had held it together having been strewn about.

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Now, approaching the part of the destroyed catwalk that Iisska had fallen through, he looked down to see nothing but pitch black darkness. Cheshik whistled for his Snickers, whom bellowed from the end of the catwalk. He waved and pointed into the hole. "Retrieve." He yelled. The Varactyl signaled that she understood with a bellow and came up to the metal wall on the far side of the room before standing on her back legs and placing her front paws on the wall. She gripped and her nails tore through the wall, enabling her to climb it with ease and start making the slow advance to the bottom floor of the complex to help Iisska out.
(Double post because I realized the Edit button won't notify you all}

@Caits@DemonTongue@NuttsnBolts@Penultimate_Pi@Voltus_Ventus
I'm sorry about my absence as of late. RL sucks, but don't worry, I'm still fully backing this RP as much as I can. I have the next arc planned out somewhat and I'll throw that up when we're ready.

To be completely honest and frank with you guys-which is something I try to do at all times but I'm saying it now to get a point across-, I can't thank you guys enough for sticking with the RP for so long. Two months ago the OOC went up and, while slow and bumpy, I'm thankful things have held up thus far. Like. Really thankful. With how RPG runs and how fickle some people can be, you guys sticking around for as long as you have means a lot, even if we haven't gotten past the third page yet and are still finishing up a long siege.

Thank you, guys and gals.
I've got a tank to kill *sigh* expect that to be up within the week.


I'm sure faulkner would love to help you take it down :D
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