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« on: June 25, 2014, 11:16:47 pm »
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Name Alan Sofa
Age 19
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 6'6''
Occupation Counselor
Residence Aedolis
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Physical Description
Alan has a very stronger physique. He has spent most of his life building up his muscles in order to "support the world". His muscles are completely naturally gained, no medical intervention was used. His skin is olive toned with a slight bronzing as he spends a lot of his time outside in the clearest parts of the city.
His hair is a dark red and his eyes a steel color, those eyes are always warm and open to all that look into them.
On his casual days Alan normally wears a red tank top with grey jeans that seem to have been slightly over worn. On his work days though, he wears a nice grey suit with a dark red tie. That outfit is demanded to be worn by his superiors.
Personality
Alan has a very warm personality, he knows how to read people from the slightest movement of their fingers to the greeting that they give him. He has never used this uncanny ability in a destructive or cruel way and his coworkers think that is a weird concept, because he could blackmail most of the people that he comes into contact with.
He has an open door policy, anybody that wants to talk to Alan can just walk up to him and start talking. He treats every person genuinely and always sees more good than bad. Alan isn't afraid to start up the conversations either. He can talk and talk and talk until somebody finally stops him. He has literally been cried on by many people, but he likes to help anybody back onto their feet.
Magic/Abilities
As far as magic goes, Alan has nothing. He's a completely normal person. He has slightly above average intelligence and a pretty good amount of strength, the man can bench 350lbs.
Relationships
Alan feels that he has a relationship with everybody on some level.
His old band mates: Ben, Gabe, Steve, and Zach.
History
Alan spent a lot of time enjoying the bounties that Aedolis had to offer. Drugs, women, general tomfoolery. He got in a band where he and three other guys screwed around on some instruments playing covers of old bands that actually used instruments. His band mates all spent a lot of time with Alan. At one point or another they helped him realize his ability for reading people, he knew exactly when they needed a guy to hang with or somebody to cry on. That really did pay off for Alan in the future.
One day he was almost killed when a few felons started to clear his building, right before they got to him Zach, Gabe, and Ben jumped to his rescue with their band van to get him out, but the van was too small to get them all. Steve hurried over with his pickup truck and freed Alan from certain death. Since that incident they all decided that they were gonna stick together for sure.
They all live together now paying for a few rooms in a living complex in one of the lower sections of the city. One way or another though they seem to be getting into trouble.
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« on: June 23, 2014, 11:23:57 am »
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Name Gaius the Solemn
Age 5120
Gender Male
Species Undead Human
Ethnicity Undefined
Height 6'2''
Occupation Freelancer/Scholar
Residence Varies
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Physical Description
Gaius has been around for a long time. Though due to his zombification, his appearance remains that of when he was 18. His golden armor still shines as bright as the first day he put it on. With the change of time though, he had to make many modifications just to keep up. The prongs on top of his helmet have been removed over years of combat, his faceplate used to have many holes that would limit his visibility, he got tired of this very quickly and decided to replace it with a visor made of plexiglass and reinforced with microfibers. This new visor of his looks like a solid gold plate with no eye holes or mouth hole. He prefers it this was as one o fthe best way of keeping his condition to himself.
He armor as a whole has been modified so that he can traverse space without being affected. Amplifiers were place at the tips of his fingers in order for him to send more powerful electric shocks than before. With all of the electronics that now augment his suit he has to be careful or he will burn out everything with electricity he generates.
As stated before, his appearance has not changed. his pale skin and murky blond locks are the same as 5000 years ago. Not one scar or blemish has accumulated on his skin. One thing about Gaius has changed though. The golden glimmer that once pitted his eyes has darkened to a bloody red.
Personality
The years have turned Gaius's introverted personality into a maniacal, cynical one. His regard for human life has dropped far below that of the worst murderers and fiends. He no longer tries to use diplomacy to get around his problems, only as a tool to open up the defenses of his prey. He speak freely and rudely. He cares very little for the opinions of others as he sees all other humanoid life as a energy source. With every person that he keeps and absorbs he always gives the body a true burial via lightning.
He likes to read anything and everything, his mind is constantly looking for new information to drag into his mind. he prefers to read medical journals and studies as it helps to further his understand of biological creatures.
Magic/Abilities
Gaius the ability to manipulate any source of lightning. He sends it to and from his finger tips and hands to create spears or flashes of blades of pure lightning. In his long unlife he has learned to cast his magic without need for symbols or activation words. Otherwise he uses his fists, which pack an enormous punch.
He also has one other ability, this power seems to stem directly from the armor. The ability to steal the life-force from another person. He does this in order to keep the condition of his own body at the peak of performance as he is constantly decaying, especially with the use his lightning magic. This ability is still very hard for him to control and must completely incapacitate his foe before using it.
Relationships
Every person he has killed.
"Lyle"
History
Starting at age 18. Gaius always loved the mountains. He constantly hiked them and gazed over the lands from them. Ironic that's where he dies the first time. There was an unexpected blizzard that trapped Gaius in a cave near the peak of a mountain. The blizzard raged for days and days, unceasing and freezing. Something didn't want Gaius to get out.
In this cave there was a treasure, the golden armor of an unknown knight. It was very precariously placed upon a stone near the back of the cave, as if it was waiting for Gaius. He quickly donned it, hoping to block out of the biting cold. The armor seemed to conform to Gaius's person the longer he wore it, eventually it felt like a second layer of skin.
The blizzard just didn't let up. Not too long after obtaining this new armor, Gaius fell into a deep sleep. To his dismay, this sleep was actually his death, the cold was just too much to survive. Some days later, Gaius opened his eyes, he knew something was different. It felt like he was still for too long, that he should have been dead. Soon after this thought he realized, that maybe he wasn't alive anymore. Just something had wanted him around to keep it in this world, The Armor of Favour.
That's what he thought at first anyways. Gaius has had only 3 "friends" throughout his 5000 year lifespan. Two of which are dead and the other he doesn't know where he is anymore. He isn't really looking for him though, so it's okay in his eyes.
Gaius has spent his entire life up to this point killing people to sustain his own life. on many occasions he has almost fallen to the ravenous hunger of his armor. Though he is still around with quite a large bounty on his head. He spends most of his time drifting around colonies and space stations learning the newest medical procedures and "taking care" of the stragglers in the lower circles.
The most important thing to know about Gaius is that he isn't one person anymore. The accumulated life-forces that he has absorbed over the years all kept their own wills. The armor does it's best to suppress these voices and keep Gaius focused. But as long as he continues to take more lives, it is most probable that Gaius will lose control over these souls and most likely his continued existence.
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« on: April 17, 2014, 07:09:42 pm »
He climbed into the buggy beside her. He leaned back into the seat, "I've seen plenty of of worse sights," he sighed, "but now I search for the beautiful, it is much more rewarding." His tone became warm again, the way he liked it. A question did pop up in Tarquin's mind, "What'd you inject him with? Some sort of parasite or virus?" He hadn't seen anybody use biological warfare in awhile, or any warfare really. He rarely sees anybody whatsoever.
While listening to her answers his internal monologue was rolled just as fast as the buggy. He knew he didn't have to get involved with any wars right now, he just makes the map, the most beautiful of sights. He just needs to get any new data possibly and go. Although he was slightly reassured that his skills had not diminished at all, but maybe he'd need to step up his training a little, his aim felt a little off when throwing his knife.
In the middle of his internal ramblings they reached her ship, and was that a sight to see.
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« on: April 17, 2014, 02:04:10 pm »
The guy that was taking a piss quickly zipped up his pants and turned to face Lissa with his gun level. It was a standoff of sorts, a perfect opportunity for Tarquin to make his move. He silently emerged from the water, with a quicky thrust his stabbed his knife into the neck of the bandit. That swipe alone almost severed the man's head, he pulled hte knife from his throat and blood gushed forth. The man dropped his gun and grabbed his neck, trying to stop the bleeding to no avail. Tarquin kick the man in the back of the head, this severed whatever spine the man had left and he fell limp.
The fourth man turned his focus to Tarquin, "What the fuck?! Two?!" He spun his rifle to face Tarquin and fired at him. 1 shot could only be fired as Tarquin threw his knife at the bandit and lodged itself in his chest, essentially cutting his heart in two. The shot he fired didn't even come close to hitting Tarquin, it trailed off into the distance and disappeared.
Tarquin quickly retrieved his knife from the man's chest, a sick squishing sound accompanied the removal. As he did this he started talking, "You gonna off that guy or what?" His tone of voice had changed completely from before, it was now hard, stoic, and dead.
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« on: April 16, 2014, 02:47:15 pm »
He was crouching next to her, his eyes were very familiar with those specks off in the distance, "four, armed, but relaxed. He sneaked out a laugh as the bandits rifle through her clothing, "You have good taste." He braced himself for a smack from that comment. He then pulled his knife from it's sheath and started to slink into the lake, "I'm moving out, I want to see this map of yours." The water shed small ripples as his person disappeared into it. He kept just under the water's surface as he advanced.
The outlaw's voices could be heard as muffles to him as he drew near. One was taking a piss off a rock, he was alone. Tarquin just needed something to distract him, then he'd be easy prey.
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« on: April 08, 2014, 07:39:19 pm »
He lifted up one of the solar panels, "Yeah, they're old, but they are still wonderful for a little craft like mine. I don't often get chances to upgrade my equipment, I'm always out, exploring the depths of space." To hear of her fleet's distress was a little unsettling but still, everybody had problems. Maybe they were running low on fuel too, or something a lot more sinister. It was of no worry to Tarquin though, he just made the maps.
One thing that he wished he had, an AI of some sort. Something to help him out with the maps... and to keep track of fuel and food. They kept pulling the panels out and bringing them down, "Feltrion? I don't know, I don't really name the systems I map, I just map 'em. The Scribe here had one of the biggest galactic maps I had ever seen when we found it. It had a past of smuggling, they needed to get around without using popular routes, so the big map was necessary," He took a pause, "but I don't do anything like that. I just keep adding to the map. It really is something else."
with the news of Lissa's fleeting having trouble he picked up the pace a little. He body was still as strong as ever, he kept it that way just in case an encounter like this would've turned out the other way. The solar panels were set up in a short hour or so, they were plugged into the main battery of the ship. Tarquin stretched his back by interlocking his fingers and stretching his arms towards the sky, palms up. The sun was still on it's ascent into the sky, so he'd have power in no time. He turned to Lissa with a grin, "Now you get to see the map."
The two started back into the ship, past the high traffic areas only to stop at the pilots room. The door opened with a quiet sliding noise. The pilots room had an egg-like shape, with the bottom of the egg being where the entrance is. In the center of the larger area was a platform and a small stand that had three sets of gloves and goggles on it. Tarquin started into the room, "Ah.. my favorite room. Because this is where the most beautiful of sights of seen." He walked up to the stand and slipped the gloves on. They looked a lot more advanced then the ship itself. They were grey with black tubes running down from the wrist to each finger tip. Each finger tip had a different color on it: the index had blue, middle was red, ring was yellow, pinky green, and the thumb had orange. This pattern was replicated on each glove. He put the goggle on, the goggles were huge, many black cords were running around them, intertwining and merging. He handed some goggles to Lissa, "you're gonna need these to see it."
Tarquin stepped on the platform, it lit up and a whirring sound could be faintly heard. A flash of light that would normally blind most appeared. When the flash faded millions of little dots could be seen about the room, they were in motion, each and every one. The map was centered at the origin system, Earth's solar system. Every dot was no bigger than a pin needle and they had leagues in between each dot. All of the dots were stars that Tarquin had mapped, they were all moving in real time. He looked at Lissa, "Beautiful isn't it? I have mapped each and every planet, taking down the details and creating replicas of each system. He lifted his index finger and tapped on a dot that had a little green arrow flashing over it, the dot expanded to the red planet, Edanith. He pointed at a green circle on the planet's surface, "This is where we are currently." The detail on the planet was so accurate that it seemed that only few scanners would be able to match it.
He used his middle finger and tapped on the planet, and it quickly shrunk back down to a pin-sized dot, "Do you have any sort of features that can help me with locating your system if I do have it mapped?"
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« on: April 01, 2014, 09:41:11 pm »
Tarquin made note of the sound of metal unbending as he entered the Scribe. He didn't know what to expect form the Wolfen. So it was best he learned as much as possible, what if he happened upon their planets; or already have? He wouldn't want to get caught up in something that he couldn't handle or avoid.
The inside of the ship seemed virtually untouched by the crashed, nothing had fall from the walls because there was nothing to fall. The ship had basically no decoration. The walls were a gray sheen and the floor had a thin red carpet on it. It all looks like it was not touched by many if anybody in awhile. The entire ship had a chill to it, it probably wasn't more than 65 degrees Fahrenheit. Treads could be seen where high traffic areas were. This consisted of the kitchen, the pilot's room, and another two rooms. "I was never really one for decorations, they always got messy, but that's just me."
They started walking past the carpeted area into an area that had metal grating for flooring. They came up to a door with yellow bars painted on it diagonally. A small keypad was next to it, Tarquin punched in a few numbers and viola, the door creaked open. The air was stale inside, it didn't seem like he went in here that often. Inside were two large metal crates, they looked about 5 meters by 5 meters. A large door plasters the wall to their left, presumably it went back outside. One of the crates was labeled "Panels/Energy" and the other was labeled "Trade".
Tarquin inhaled deeply, "Yep, I got these solar panels for a steal back on Teinar. They aren't too big, but they will get the job done. I only got 5 of them, so we'll have to be careful with set up." He walked over to the large door and pulled down a lever and turned a key on the wall next to it. The big door creaked as the hydraulics and gears hadn't been used in awhile. The heat from outside crept in as the door opened. He turned to Lissa, "Okay, now we can get started."
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« on: March 30, 2014, 08:59:01 pm »
Tarquin had a smiled reach across his face, "It is very nice to meet you, Lissa." He listened to her explanation and found himself intrigued, he had never heard of a Wolfen before, but he also knew that he didn't know a lot of things anymore. Maybe he had crossed their planets before in his never-ending mission to map the cosmos. In some ventures he was so far away that he almost died of dehydration before he got to refuel.
He pointed at the rifle on her back, "Do all ambassadors need rifles? According to my records Edanith doesn't have much that can harm anybody on it. I mean, yeah, there's some animals here, but they are few and all the noise my "landing" probably scared 'em off, so nothing should be around."
And with that he started walking back to the Scribe, "I need to get started on getting power back. You want to help with that? It shouldn't take too long. Perhaps we can converse more. I've been in space for awhile, it would be nice to have someone to talk to." He voice seem to flow as he spoke, it was an inviting tone. He reached the the side of the ship and dragged his hand along side it's hull, " Hell, I might've mapped your planet's and not even known it. I don't usually stop for a visit until I'm completely out of food and fuel." He pulled open a hatch on the side of the ship. It had a handle inside it, he turned the handle and a puff of air opened up next to him, the side door to the Scribe was now open.
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« on: March 29, 2014, 12:13:11 pm »
He sighed with relief, Tarquin allowed his hands to fall to his sides. No blood needed to get spilled today. He reached out his hand for a hand shake, "My name is Tarquin Peterson, I'm the Galactic Cartographer."
The question was a little surprising, somebody didn't know of humans? He knew the galaxies were big, but humans were pretty renown for colonization of many a planet. So with slight surprise in his voice, he explained, "Well, I'm human. One of the few with no modifications whatsoever." He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. His plain, white shirt was slightly messed from surveying the damage on his ship. The Bowie knife was proudly displayed on his right leg. The time in space had allowed his hair to grow out a teeny bit, so his reddish hair was visible.
He wasn't very familiar with magics of the world, but he knew that the Scribe was a full tech ship. Tarquin inhaled through his teeth and looked back at the Scribe, "Yeeaah.. It aint. I just have to set up some solar panels though and she'll be ready to fly in no time." He turned back to her, "But what are you doing here one Edanith? I don't know what you are either."
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« on: March 29, 2014, 09:25:22 am »
The damage wasn't that bad really. The hull was dinged a little and it was going to need a helluva scrub down. Overall though, it was in pretty good condition. He was going to need to pull the solar panels out form storage and hook them up. He pulled his handkerchief out and started to clean off his hands a little when there was a quiet rustle follow by the clinking of a gun.
He spun around to listen to the creature practically bark orders at him. He had never heard such a language, he moved slowly, dropping the handkerchief and putting both hands level with his ears.
Very slowly he spoke, "Hey.. how about, don't shoot me," He switched languages, "Ich bin gut, und ich brauche hilfe," switched it up again, "Kluss knddy guv na me... noh attaaf." Hopefully something would make it through. It's not like he had his sniper, but it's not like he would use it either.
He curled his hand into a fist with his thumb sticking out, he pointed at the Scribe, "Just need to get some power... So I can leave.." He had no idea if any of this was connecting. He hadn't really met many aliens, only few that were common in Aedolis and at the rest stops he frequents. He didn't break eye contact with the creature for a second, "You getting this? Or do we need to draw pictures in the dirt?"
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« on: March 29, 2014, 01:41:40 am »
Yet again, Tarquin was low of fuel, food, and air. His last mapping had left him quite drained. He didn't have the chance to map regions near enough to Edanith to refuel there. His ship flashed out of jump space and Tarquin liked what he saw. The planet mainly red and speckled with little oasis's of green. It was another beauty that he would have to mark down in his logs. He stood up form his chair to grab another water and to check on how much food he actually had left.
His ship was pretty small, it had two sleeping quarters with two beds in each. A medium sized storage area and a walk in freezer, a kitchen, one bathroom, and a cargo bay. The walls were bare, they were washed daily by Tarquin. Not a scuff was to be found anywhere on the interior of the ship. It would pass even the hardest of drill sergeant's standards. He walked into the kitchen and pulled a water bottle out of the nearest cabinet. It was the third to last water he had.
He snickered, "Looks like I made some good time for once. I got spares for once!" He closed the cabinet and walked over to the freezer whilst opening his drink. While taking a swig he opened the door to the freezer and saw the emptiness that was within. This didn't surprise him, something was always gone at one point or another. He closed the door and started back to the pilots helm when the lights went out.
Tarquin sighed as the emergency lights kicked on with their familiar reddish glow. He was out of food and the ship was just about out of charge. But hey, he had water at least. He had to manually open doors to get back to the helm, which wasn't very far. He sat in his nice swirly chair and looked at the gauges while taking another sip, Air is fine... hull is fine... charge though, 3%. The jump must've taken more than what he had thought. He didn't know where the cities were on Edanith, but he knew that they grew plants here, so it would be smart to attempt to get close using the green specks as landmarks... right? It was worth a shot, if he could make it through the atmosphere without losing all power.
He put the water on a black coaster and placed his hands on orbs at the ends of each arm on his chair. He rolled the one on his right to the left a little. Booster on the right side of the ship kicked on for a second and then died off. It turned the ship so that it was angled towards one of the green specks. He rolled both sphere's forwards and the jets of the back jumped to life as well. The ship was now headed towards the surface.
He ship broke through the atmosphere easy enough. It was the staying airborne after that which was the problem. The thrusters just couldn't manage it. The ship was flashing it's emergency lights in the cabin and generally being loud. Tarquin was a little stiff, but still calm, Yep I'm going to crash. He aim was true when he wanted greenery, but it didn't look like a city was there. Of course he didn't get too good of a look with whole crashing thing happening. He threw down the landing gear and hoped for the best. He saw a small clearing where it looked like it would do the least damage and aimed the ship as close as he could to it.
He hit the ground hard. The gear was out, but it didn't help too much. It stayed on the ship, so he had that going for him. A large strip of land was lit aflame by the thrusters behind the Scribe. While sighing, Tarquin stood up and manually opened the hatch in the helm that allowed him out. He had to survey the damage after all.
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« on: March 06, 2014, 06:08:59 pm »
A little bit of a sigh escaped from Turlach, "tsk, tsk. No appreciation. Just imagine what would've happened to you if I didn't get up from my nice little spot," He leaned in, "You'd be so dead, man." He purposefully intensified his vision, not sure of Soli could tell or not. He was probably freaking out from the bug eyes still.
He slapped him on the back and grabbed his shirt, "Okay, up ya go." Turlach hoisted him onto his back using just his one hand. He grabbed Soli's wrists and made sure that it was a tight grip. He was gonna need it.
It was just then that A.B.A chimed in, Power has reached it's maximum, sir. Turlach got a grin. He started full out sprinting, tightening his grip. He laughs out a sentence, "I won't throw you, but I will fly with you on my back, so you better hope I keep my grip!"
He jumped into the air mid-sprint and the jets on his feet blasted to life. They were at least 10 times as powerful as before. They were only a couple feet off the ground, for safety. "We're gonna be home in no time at all!"
Nothing could catch them even if they did happen to cross more wildlife. Turlach's suit at full power could crush just about anything in this wasteland, with the exception of the REALLY big ones.
It would only take them a couple of hours to get to the nearest settlement. This would just happen to be Turlach's home. It was a smaller settlement, nothing like Teinar. But still large enough to be considered worth defending. When they got to the entrance Turlach kicked his feet out in front of him and brought them to a halt.
"Ah, there we are. You know how settlements here work, right?" He floated back down to the ground and dropped Soli. "This is where our association ends, Soli. For a little bit. We have somebody around here that can help you with all of your self-inflicted wounds. But if you ever need me, look for the shack with the..the...stuff around it. Pipes and crap." He turned and started walking off, "Gotta tend to my experiments!"
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« on: February 13, 2014, 04:25:27 pm »
Yum yum. Turlach caught the bar happily. He hastily unwrapped it and threw the wrapper on the ground and stuffed the whole thing in his mouth. With his mouth full he pointed at Soli, "Y'knolw.. Tha' biggun probgly scurred them ouff for now." He continued to chew and then finally swallowed it all in one big gulp. He let out a sigh of relief, it was the only food he had in a whole 24 hours! Probably a little bit more than that.
"Now we just gotta wait for a few moments for the suit to process the food. Then I'll be going faster than anything out here at all." He held out a hand to Soli, "Get your ass up. I just saved you again, with minimal damage! You should be paying me for this shit! Maybe we can work something out when we get to town.." He snickered, this guy is just too funny.
He pulled Soli to his feet and started walking again.
"Seeing as we're awake and the big guy made this place relatively safe for walking, we should make more ground," His suit started to pulsate with little red lights, "Oooh, here we go."
The pulsating increased in frequency and brightness, the metallic voice of A.B.A spoke up, We are now at 50 percent and climbing. We will be at optimum operating capacity in about 4 minutes. The lights had stabilized and just continued to glow in the night. It looked almost like a wild torch in the wasteland.
"We're almost ready to go, would you want to ride on my back or want me to hold ya by the scruff of the neck? Either'll be fine with me."
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« on: December 01, 2013, 09:31:21 pm »
Refuel, restock, recharge his music player, and go. It was so routine at this point that Tarquin could barely pay attention to anything besides his own sleep-deprived thoughts. The nice glow of the cavern made him want to collapse right there and pass out, but he has to fuel up first. It's not like he could take up much time here. The ports they had were very few, and there was not a shortage of small craft ferrying supplies and trade in and out.
He was still in a bit of a daze when one of the charge station workers came over to him, "This thing belong to you? It's gonna cost a pretty penny to get it all charged up." the character looked him up and down. He seemed to have an unimpressed look on his face, as if Tarquin didn't look like he shouldn't own it. At this point Tarquin had kinda come back, "Huh.. yeah.. here, lemme get the payment." Dear lord did he love how the Teinari went by trade. He climbed back on the Scribe and walked down a short hall to one of the starage areas and pulled out a bunch of random gadgets. Some looked like small power cores, while others had a more weaponized look to them. He climbed right back out with his arms filled with the bundle.
"Here, this should do it and then some," he dropped the bundle into the man's arms, "Where's a good place to re-supply? Hey,press this button when you're done." He handed the man a small beeper. "It'll signal me when it's finished and I will make my way back." The man signalled over to a small building built into the wall named The Shipyard. Tarquin walked in and quickly surveyed the place, it was much bigger on the inside. Lots of high rows filled with spares and supplies, food, droids; anything he could've needed in the depths of space. So he quickly picked out the bare necessities, lots of it. Water and a few kinds of meat, some vitamins to pick up the slack.
He got the ship stocked and fueled. He was ready to go. The ship took off and he glided about the surface of Teinar wastelands for a bit. Slightly saddened by the destroyed beauty. He spotted a spec in the wasteland. Didn't look like anything he'd seen before. A droid, with two big rotors on it's back. He slowed the ship down to a halt and landed it before the droid. The sun was beating down on the land, the heat could be seen rising in wisps. The hatch opened on the ship and the ramp came out. Tarquin walked out and looked down at the droid. He shouted down to it, "Directive?"
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« on: November 28, 2013, 12:51:43 pm »
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Name
Tarquin Peterson
Age
29
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Aedolian
Height
6'3''
Occupation
Cosmic Map Maker (Previous Spec-Op)
Residence
Aboard his small craft, the Scribe.
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Physical Description
Tarquin has very fair skin. It looks as if it's never been touched by blade, bullet, or blast. One exception to this is the scar on his arm where he cut out his microchip. Along with that he has quite a strong build. His earlier years as a spec-op ingrained into his mind that he must be prepared for anything, at all times. This bled over into his physique, he can handle himself when it comes down to a fight. His hair used to be a bright auburn color, but it slowly darkened as he aged. It's kept in a short, military style buzz-cut. His eyes are a swirly green and blue, as if the artist didn't finish mixing two paints. He looks like the model soldier, expect he isn't. He wears just a plain, white button up shirt with long sleeves and beige cargo pants. He wears his military grade combat boots with a bowie knife attached to the right leg.
Personality
His personality is very stale. His military life had given him strict rules to live by. He keeps his ship clean and organized. Since leaving his military position he has calmed down a little, and tends to leave his drinks around and little things like that. He can be very good to talk to but he doesn't really know a lot about the world. So he makes due with the information that he gets when he has to stop to refuel. Which can be difficult, sometimes he was so far out that he almost ran out of air filters before he made it back to a fuel station. Overall, he's a very mellow person but isn't shy to talk.
Magic/Abilities
The only magic he has is his silver tongue. He can talk his way out of almost any situation. He seems to have gained different insights of the mind from his time alone mapping the known worlds.
Relationships
Ex Spec-op partner/Childhood friend: Jeremiah Snapicks
History
Tarquin was basically born to be a Spec-op. He was in one the higher castes of Aedolis, he and his friend Jeremiah, better known as Jerr, joined the military at age 16. They went through training together, in the same unit, went on missions together. The rest of their unit called them "the Double Tap Twins" because of their tactic in which they both fire once at the same target in order to "double tap" it. Eventually their superior's noticed their abilities and put them on the Spec-op team Epsilon.
The two were perfect for the job. They completed countless missions and moved to the top of their unit. After 7 years of killing in secret, acquiring potentially vital information, breaking down droid prototypes and retrieving them. They were assigned a mission to assassinate some smugglers transporting contraband books. They were flying to one of the many colonies and Tarquin was staring out the window and he saw the beauty of the planet. Something inside him changed. He proceeded with the mission and they exterminated the targets. When they got to the smuggler's ship, the Scribe. He told Jerr if this change. He said he wanted to find more beauty like this and bring it back for all to see and that he would keep in contact. Jerr was hurt but, nobody could out talk Tarquin. They planned Tarquin's "death".
He "died" when one the smugglers blew himself up along with the Scribe, his microchip was destroyed along with the rest of him. Ever since then Tarquin has been mapping the known galaxies in the Scribe, logging it all away, he has seen many beautiful sights and he takes pictures and gives out coordinates to the few that listen to him. Jerr stayed in the military and he keeps Tarquin out of the eye of them so he can continue with his mission of mapping everything he can.
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« on: November 23, 2013, 06:36:55 pm »
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« on: October 17, 2013, 06:20:37 pm »
He stared him right in the eyes, his as wide as possible, "Yes. It is gigantic and filled to the brim with servants. Now it would be very much appreciated that I get some food or we both die." He spoke slowly and each word was just filled with as much sarcasm as he could shove into it. The night was still moving forth and the big'n had scared off the majority of the creatures, so it was just them, standing there, with a power suit running on fumes.
The lights on his suit flickered and made strange beeping noises. He shook Soli a little bit, "Food. Food or death. Your choice. Not really, my choice. Now." He knew that right now Soli must be in a tumult of many emotions, but he couldn't help but express the fact that they are both very liable to die right now if he didn't get food in his system. "Now, Soli, I like ya, that's why you're alive. Snap out of your little daze and get me a bar or I will drop you and get it myself." He couldn't help but smile, he was such a cruel creature, but he wouldn't hurt him that much, then he'd have to go to through Soli's stuff... and that takes forever.
He start shifting his weight around, rocking them back and forth. Then came the robotic voice of A.B.A., 30 percent power, sir. Sir, it is in our best interests to get back as quickly as possible. You do have experiments running. Turlach sighed, "Yes, yes. I know.." He let go of Soli's legs so he could get some footing and then let go of his torso. "Now... food." He whipped out his left hand awaiting food and the other went to his hip. His overall person was nonchalant, awaiting his rightful prize.
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« on: July 12, 2013, 08:45:17 am »
[OOC: Sorry about the long response, life and relationships and jobs were happening.]
Turlach stared at Soli in disbelief, "Bitch.."
The creature was getting closer but Turlach wanted to see this. It's not like he was asking for much. If he was a mean person he'd throw Soli right into that monster's mouth. That was only if, but seeing as he's a nice guy, he'll just make him shit his pant in fear.
The creature was still getting closer, teeth going around and around inside it's gigantic mouth, it couldn't be very far away. They were just dangling there, he just could not believe Soli. He thought better of him in the few hours that they have known each other. C'mon, after all he had done for him: Kept him alive, fixed his wounds, gave him the best company in the wastelands. A little food would've been a nice trade for his services!
Maybe he should drop him in... nah, then there goes the food. He just sit here for a little bit longer "paralyzed with fear."
The beast couldn't have been more than 200 meters away, they could hear the sounds of the earth as it broke underneath this monster. It bellowed a vicious roar, something that sounds like if you took a blue whale's call and a lion's roar and put them in a blender being overclocked by a nuclear power plant.
This was enjoyable, watching Soli's face in this normally fatal situation. Turlach released a satisfied sigh, "Okay, enough is enough..." An incredibly bright red wave traveled down the arm that was holding Soli. "You'll be fine after this... maybe..." Turlach started to spin in the air still holding onto Soli until they reached what seemed fast enough. He released the power in his arm and sent Soli flying far into the sky in the direction they were heading initially. Putting his hand over his eyes, "I might have overdone it... ha..."
He set his jets to "Move like hell" and blasted after Soli, y'know, gotta catch him before he gets.... flattened. The creature swallowed the rock they were at. It sank back into the ground, still hungry, not knowing where they went.
Turlach brushed some sweat off his forehead, phew. He looked back to where he was flying, towards Soli.... right.. He's pretty high... I bet I could catch him. But then he might die. But I don't wanna fly that high. I'll meet him halfway. He might crack a rib or two.. better than dead.
Up he went, keeping his eyes dialed in on Soli, 400 ft...300...200..150 ...Okay, should be good to wait here. He started to hover and held his arms out so Soli, in hopes to catch him in one piece. That's just what he did, Soli slammed into his arms; pushing the two down a bit. "Hey baby, fell right into my arms, should I take you to my palace now?" Turlach snickered and brought the two to the ground. "Saved your life twice in one day.. tsk tsk, you owe me."
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« on: May 28, 2013, 07:35:19 pm »
Dear god... why does he have to do that? Turlach couldn't help but wonder. He rolled over slightly and growled at Soli. He pulled his legs to his chest trying to ignore the never-ending calls of his name. Just stay in a ball....fuck it. Turlach uncurled and shot up, he stared at Soli trying to burn holes in him with his eyes, "What?! Just WHAT?" His voice was tired and irritated. He sighed and dropped his head, "I guess I should have assumed you would've done this." He took a deep breath and lifted his head up and looked over the lively land around them. He started to laugh a little, "Look at 'em all! They're so funny, they don't even know we're right here! Right above them." He tilted his head a little, "Hm, I can't see too far with these damn goggles on." He removed his goggles; revealing his lidless eyes.
He sighed with relief, "Much better.... but yeah, 'bout 130 of 'em." He stretched his arms out and stifled a yawn. He picked up a little rock from the boulder they were on, "This'll keep 'em off us." He threw his arm back and a little volt of red light traveled up to his palm. He launched that little rock off into the distance, it flew and hit the ground a couple hundred meters away. The surrounding Squeeks followed that noise and impact of the rock; away from the two.
Turlach looked back to Soli, "Yeah, you want me to take over or are y-" Turlach started looking over Soli's shoulder. The ground was moving again, and this was a huge thing moving. Moving towards them. "Shit.. I think something's on it's way. I wouldn't want to stay here.." Turlach tapped a button on his shoulder, 38 percent power, sir. "it'll have to do.. I wish I had some food, it'll charge faster.. but y'know I kinda didn't think I'd be out this long."
The ground was changing fast, a couple Squeeks got pulled under this massive mound, it looked as big as the rock they were sitting on. It was pretty far, but not for long. It would soon be right there with them. Turlach stood up as quietly as he could, more red lights traveled down to his feet from his chest. The panels on his feet lit up and he began to hover a couple inches above the ground. He held his hand out for Soli, "Wanna get closer to 'the fuck out of here?'" His jets wobbled a little, not operating at their fullest potential.
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« on: May 13, 2013, 09:58:14 pm »
"Climb? Only if they smell you, but that little antiseptic is very potent and blocks out most other scents from escaping, so you'll most likely be fine." Turlach yawned again, such a nice radiated night it was turning out to be. He doesn't see night often. Too busy working or sleeping.
He heard Soli,"So you think you can stay up? Then by all means. Just don't piss 'em off. They'll kill us both so quick you wouldn't have time to see your life flash before your eyes." He laid down again. Seemly exhausted from this day of scavving and fighting.
He liked this guy, but he needed to lighten up, being too serious will be the death of him in a place where everything else is dead, or worse. Other than that he just liked him, though.. what was he doing here of all places? Or was this the last place he wanted to be? Meh, didn't matter to him. Just gotta make it back home in once piece.
The ground was moving faster and faster, like it was a rug just filled with bugs, it would take a hell load to make these ripples. It would only take a few minutes for thin, rat-like tails to begin popping out of the ground. Searching around for something to eat. A few of the tails found the stinger that was left in the ground. Two large rat-like creatures burst from the ground with terribly large jaws filled with sharp teeth. They grabbed the stinger and tore it to shreds with no problem whatsoever. The exoskeleton didn't even stop them for a moment.
A few hours would go by and the number of tails will increase and some would be bigger than others, a LOT bigger. Some started to come closer to the rocks that they were sitting on. Sticking their noses out smelling something that they couldn't place.
A few of these wonderful little creatures popped out of the ground, looking for something. Soli might have been covered up, but what about Turlach? What was his defense against them following his scent?
They started snapping their jaws. They looked up the rocks, then away. Trying to pin point the scent. They couldn't find it so they quickly scurried underground with their brethren. Hundreds of them are there at this point. Too much for just two guys to handle.
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