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Dirk Ralthar Thief          Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| ... Damn... never would have guessed.... and man it is a small world out there. Well if Amudaus does bad I wasn't a part of it, if he does well I invited him. (Well just have fun and follow the rules and that won't be an issue.) | |||
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| Name: Darren Shininglight
Race: Helean Job: Militia/Mage Rank: Lance Corporal/Mage Lvl 1 Height: 5'8" Weight: 170lbs Background: A member of the Helea city militia, he has discovered how to harness his magical powers. He has since been privately training with other mages to master control over his magic. Much of his magic will be used to enchant his weapons or those of the people he travels with.(giving them temporary elemental abilities, ect.) Proficiencies: Light Armor, Longsword Spells: Level 1: Flame weapon (the weapon becomes wreathed in flames for 60 seconds), Water weapon (the weapon leaves behind trails of water, minor oxidation to any metalic object it hits), Wind weapon (A blast of air bursts from path of the weapon), Earth weapon (minor enhancement to the power of the weapon for 60 seconds). Level 2 (not yet usable): Burning weapon (The blade jets a cone shaped flame 9 feet in length an 7 feet wide at the far end), Frost weapon (the weapon launches a sphere of Ice that explodes on impact with a solid object, Ice shards fly in all directions for a short distance). (Amudaus, is the spell list acceptable?) (Last edited by Dirk Ralthar on 07-27-06 02:38 AM) |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| Negima... That is the only one that I really watch, (right now it is only in Japanese with subtitles) and I have read all of the Mangas that go along with it. I just can't believe Ken Akamatsu kills off my favorite character though... was pissed when I found out about that. | |||
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| I would like to get my Dirk Character drawn, pencil would be fine.
Height: 5'4" slim, but muscular in the arms. Dressed in a futuristic style of combat armor with a long right sleeve, short left sleeve. Across his back would be a pair of swords in a single scabbard, one hilt at his right shoulder, the other at his right hip (the bottom sword needs to pushed into the scabbard slightly to draw or sheath it, so the sheath drops over the crossgaurd some.) In his right hand would be a bullpup loaded combat rifle (ammunition is loaded in the butt of the rifle to cut down on total length) with both an ammunition clip and a power pack, barrel pointed at the sky. The armor should be black with (if possible) the letters CFS on the left chest, and his last name, 'Ralthar' on the right, both in red. Two red arrows, inverted so the points are away from each other while the wings cross would be on the shoulder of the armor (indicating his rank as a Lieutenant 1st class in the CFS marine corp.) His left hand could be empty, holding a pistol, or holding a combat helmet. The background could be left blank, or whoever does this can come up with some kind of cool banner type design if they wanted. His hair is stark white, and his eyes are grey. The hair is long (about a quarter of the way down his back) and would be pulled back into a ponytail. |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *Dirk looks at the bulkhead behind Slade, thinking back over the years.*
Too many times corporal. And don't call me sir, 'Sir' is for the higher ups, lieutnant or El-Tee will be fine or just Dirk if you really feel comfortable with that... though I may be forced to hit you if you do. Stay close to me and follow my lead, we should get through this just fine. *The sound of the subspace engines in the background shuts off as the Draken Fyre re-enters real space. The hanger bay doors open to show a tundra world in the distance, two ships in orbit around it.* -------------------------------------------- *John Ralthar's voice sounds over the Comm in all of the stilettos and rapiers in the hanger.* Bridge, this is Dragon Leader requesting permission to launch and kick some ass. *The response from the bridge is almost immediate.* Dragon Leader you are cleared for launch. *Down the hanger from On'ver, the stiletto that is Dragon Leader lifts off the deck and then blasts through the open hanger doors. The rest of Dragon squadron as well as Phalanx Squadron blast after him. As well as a few of the Hammers. -------------------------------------------- *A surge of motion rocks all of the troopers in the Hammer, and a rifle slips out of someone's hand near the front of the shuttle, sliding torwards the back. Dirk stops it with his foot when it reaches him, the shouts out.* Who the Hell lost their rifle already!? We havn't even touched down and you can't seem to hang onto it. *Somebody calls back.* Sorry El-Tee. Didn't expect the acceleration. Yeah, private, you won't be expecting my foot up your ass either. But it could happen if you drop it again. *Dirk leans over and picks up the rifle, passing it back down the line to private that dropped it.* OOC: FX you have 16 missiles, 7000 bullets (fired in 10 - 15 round bursts) and a more or less unlimited supply of laser power for your fighter. And you are Dragon 2, not Dragon 1... just a heads up. |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *Dirk follows Jobes' retreat, leaping over him when he raised his hand, avoiding the worst of the Solar Plex. However, it grazed his right leg, the armor melting almost instantly. When he lands, he hits the ground off balance, quickly hitting the release switch for the damaged portion. As the armor falls away, Jobes can see that the leg is badly burned. Dirk straightens up, pushing the pain off to a far corner of his mind as he returns his focus to the task at hand. He suddenly drops one of his swords, his hand drawing his laser pistol gunlinger style as he opens up at Jobes' chest. | |||
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *Releasing his grip on the sword, Dirk leaps forward, launching a punch with his right hand at Jeremiah's jaw, as he draws his other sword with his left. Hooking his sword with his foot, he pulls it free of the table and propels it straight up into the air.* | |||
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| Amudaus... if you want, I can go through and kind of spellcheck your posts for you in this RP... not in all of them, but in this one. Also, do I also get pay as a mage or no? | |||
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *Darren hesitates a second before approaching. As he does, he readies a spell for a quick cast if he needs it. His hand drops to the hilt of his longsword as he walks, his eyes scanning for potential traps. As he approaches the man in the white robe he takes a quick glance into the shop to see if there is anyone in it before he speaks.*
What do you need citizen? |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| I appreciate the Royal Prince's Attention, however I must decline at the moment, I am on duty and cannot spare the time. The Bazaar won't police itself after all. Perhaps this evening I will be available to meet you back here, and we can discuss the task that his royal higness has for me.
*Darren bows to the messenger, then turns to leave the cafe. His hand is still on his sword, but his posture is more relaxed. As he steps out in front of the cafe, he scans the visible bazaar, his eyes narrowing as he spots someone at one of the stands. The man was wearing a tattered red robe with a worn black cloak over it. He looked both directions before his hand darted out and grabbed a loaf of bread, slipping back under the cloak. Darren waited a moment to see if the booth owner had spotted it, then sure that he had not he moved to intercept the man. After several moments of moving through the crowd, he stepped up behind the man. Darren grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around, the bread falling to the street at the man's foot.* Now, what do we have here? Stealing are we? *The man's expression turns frightened, and he falls to his knees begging Darren not to turn him in.* |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *The man's plea hits a soft spot in Darren, for before he joined the militia, he had been in more or less the same circumstances. However, on the other hand, he had a duty to fulfill. He stands there, contemplating how to deal with the issue for several moments. He then leans over and picks up the loaf of bread. Reaching down he pulls the man to his feet and pulls him off to the side, in the shadow of another tent. Handing the man the loaf of bread, he reaches into a pouch at his waist, pulling out a pair of copper pieces.*
Take these, go back and pay for the bread. And if I catch you stealing again, I will personally speak against you at your trial, and recomend a rather gruesome punishment. *He hands the two coins to the man and watches him run off, making sure that he stopped at the stand to pay for the bread. After he was out of sight, Darren sighed, knowing that his commander would rip him a new one if he found out about the encounter, then continued his rounds. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and after he had changed out of his Milita Uniform, he returned to the cafe where he had said he owuld meet with Kazadin about whatever the important mission the Prince had for him. He steps into the cafe, his eyes scanning for the messenger, his hand draped across the pommel of the sword still swinging at his hip.* |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *Darren seated himself at the table, his back to the wall, he spun the chair around so that the back of the chair is against the table. He orders a glass of water and something to eat before he addresses Kazadin.*
You said earlier that His Royal Highness had a job for me... what is it that he requires from a low-ranked member of the militia. I am sure there are more qualified men and women in the military, or even in the higher ranks of the militia. |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| This is a classic story...
Plot: Boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, boy finds out girl is engaged. Characters: Boy (AKA me), Girl (Someone i am hopelessly in love with), the Fiance (some guy I don't know), The good friend (someone who has givin me useless advise through the whole damn thing) So this is what happend. Four years ago, I meet this girl in one of my classes at school. At first, she seemed kind of strange and I did not really care for her, but after having been put into the same lab group a couple of times, we soon became friends. This was fine for a while, but, in the incredible stupidity unique to men, I fell in love with her. The downside is that she'd had some... shall I say less than agreeable experiences with men, and was kind of wary of we of the Y-Chromosome. This is something I found out two years later. She knew that I liked her more than a little, as I had mentioned such several times, but never said anything directly... that was until about 4 months ago that I find out that, not only is she engaged, but had been for several months before that day. To say I was taken by surprise is a bit of an understatement, I am amazed I was able to remain as passive as I did. When later asking my friend about my reaction (I had no idea what my expression may have betrayed) he told me "Your face was a stone mask". Apparently the mental blocks that I have developed to keep an emotional collapse worked better than I could have thought, while my mind was busy trying to deside what would be the best emotion to show, depression, sadness, anger (at myself or nothing in peticular), ect. my face just went to Screen Saver 2. After four months, I still have no true idea how to respond to this. The aforementioned friend has told me to let go, but what he fails to understand is that it is not that simple. If it was, this would not be an issue. Because of these circumstances, I also find myself in a dillema. As her friend, I should be happy for her right? But at the same time I can't, it drives home like a knife through the heart whenever I think about it. I can't try to break them up, because it makes me seem petty and selfish, oblitterating my already damn near non-existent chance of there ever being something between us, but at the same time, I can't sit by idly and watch this happen. I am too stubborn to admit that it is too late and accept that as the end. I am stuck in a swirling vortex of god knows what that I can't extricate myself from. I don't know what to do and wouldn't know how to do it even if I did. At this point I am willing to hear any advise, in the hopes that it might help with this issue. It doesn't help that it is a time sensitive issue in that by September, she will no longer live near me... and after that I fear that I may never see her again... something that pains me more than the thought of her marrying someone else. She once told me that we all have to do what is best for each of us... well whether she knows it or not, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And to not try to be with her defies her very statement |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| Well, first off she has only been engaged for a few months, not the entire time I have known her, second, she did not realized that I did not know, she had announced it to the group that the 2 of us hang out with at school at a time that I was not there, she thought I was. Third, the fiance is some guy that she knows who lives in LA, I live north of San Fran, there is no way for me to have met him. If I did, it may help me deal with some of this, but I tend to have a natural distrust of people that I don't know, I try not to judge before I have gotten the persons measure. One of my biggest fears is that she is making a mistake, I don't want to see that happen. I would feel better knowing he was not a scoundrel as most men are (no offense to any men who read this), who isn't just manipulating her... again, I realize that may sound selfish but, that is that way I feel... that can't be helped. It is at times like these that I sometimes wish I had greater faith in religion, but times like these make me question the existence of some greater power. | |||
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *Dirk take a bite of the sausage, chews it for a moment the swallows, washing it down with a drink of the water.*
Ok. That explains why I was chosen. But you said that was only the first part. I take it there is more. And seeing as I have never been to Cannen, I will require a guide to help me get there. *Dirk spears a potatoe with his knife and pops it in his mouth while he awaits Kazadin's response.* |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| OOC: Spartan, I take it you want to be a pilot too... if you do you need to be in the Starforce, and your equipment would shift quite a bit... you rank would increase however...also... there is no Crimson Dawn Squadron on the Draken Fyre the Stiletto Squadron is Dragon Squadron, the Rapier Squad is Phalanx Squadron. Space corps operates Extra-vehicular. In the early moments of battle, you will be strapped onto a stiletto or Rapier, until first contact with the enemy at which point you would separate from the fighter and attempt to destroy ememy fighters, or board their capital ship. I will assume you are going to starforce for piloting... that would make you a lieutenant, in the position of Dragon 8, you have the same equipment as FX. Oh, and FX, you are dragon 2. John is Dragon Leader, a.k.a. Dragon 1.
IC: *John's voice comes over the comm.* Dammit Dragon 8, get your ass back in formation... *And then you catch him saying something under his breath.* Who the hell picked this squadron anyway? *After the last of the Dragons was out of the hanger, Phalanx squadron launches... They form up in a protected position behind the stilettos, with a lot fewer problems than Dragon Squadron had. The fighters quickly outdistance the slower shuttles and the even slower Draken Fyre. Thus far, the three alien vessels in the distance have not responded to the CFS Destroyer or the fighters launching from it. Suddenly, all of the RADAR scanners light up with targets scrambling from the largest of the ships. Easily 200 small ships have deployed from it and are angling in for the oncoming Stilettos and Rapiers.* ______________________________________ *Dirk stands at the back of the shuttle, his chosen spot onboard. He is giving orders over the comm channel.* Alright listen up. When we hit the beach, I want everyone to get their lazy asses off this boat. I don't want to have to write anymore letters home after this than I absolutely need to. *He breaks down the group in the shuttle into eight five-man teams based on their positions within the shuttle. The other four in his group are Slade, the Maltharian twins Kendrick and Kenneren, and a Shrak-Ta named Sskul'* When you hit the beach, we do this by the book, move in concert and keep each other covered. The medic team is to stay near the center of the entire unit unless someone needs their assistance. Keep them alive, and they will keep you... *He pauses as the pilot cuts in over the channel.* Strap yourselves in back there boys and girls. We have incoming, and they don't look like they are coming out to offer us tea and cake. *Dirk straps in just as the alien fighters come within range of Dragon Squadron. He links into the Hammer's interface net, looking through the cameras positioned on the bow of the shuttle as the fighters open up.* _________________________________ *John shouts over the comm.* All units fire at will, keep them off the shuttles. Attack Pattern Alpha. *(Attack Pattern Alpha is essentially a chaos pattern, pretty much each pilot is left figure out what to do on his own.) John's fighter lunges forward as he slams the accelerator to max. Other fighters pull off in other directions, firing lasers into the onrushing formation, the blue energy pulses flaring in the darkness.* |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| Name: Kendrick Omari
Alias: Shadow Age: 29 Race: Human Abilities: Has a vampire's speed and strength. Weapons: Two longswords (the blades are laced with veins of silver), one 9mm semi-automatic pistol with UV flashlight and silver laced bullets. Specialization: Swordsmanship, a master in the art of Flouerentine. Physical Appearance: 5'8", white skin, jet black shoulder length hair. Slight of build. Wears black jeans, black t-shirt, and black leather duster, black combat boots. Grey eyes. Background: Born in London England, he joined the military at the age of 20. He quit the following year after the deaths of his parents, brutal maulings by "wild animals", only that was impossible, the bodies were found in their home in downtown London. He was determined to find out what really happened that night. What he found was darker than he would have ever thought possible. His parents were killed by vampires, and they almost killed him. One bit him, and left him for dead. However, he survived to see the next morning. The disease that is vampirism didn't transfer to him, or rather not fully. It was not until some time later that he found he had aquired a few of the traits of the dark race. His speed was enhanced, as well as his speed, but there was nothing more to it. The thirst never developed, neither did a weakness to the sun. His senses did not become enhanced either. After his recovery, he began studying skills he thought would help him in his vendetta against all vampires. His new found reflexes made swordsmanship very simple for him. He carries two blades that he had custom made, laced with silver. He still carries a handgun, his experience in the military causes him to hang onto that thread of the past. After 5 years, he moved to the United States where he began hunting vampires in New York. He began to follow the cycles of the vampires, sleeping by day, hunting by night. This has earned him the nickname of 'Shadow' among his few friends, other vampire hunters he had met over the years. For him, hunting vampires is more than simply protecting others... It is vengence. EDIT: addition to the Physical Appearance (Last edited by Dirk Ralthar on 08-03-06 04:23 AM) |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *Darren coughs at Kazadin's reply, the piece of potato landing on his plate. After clearing his throat, he responds.*
You want me to travel with a gods damned Kalaran? *He sits back after the shock of what he was told washes away. He considers it carefully before he replies.* Ok... I will do this... But if that damned Kalaran gets himself into a jam, he can expect to get himself out of it. He isn't one of our kinsmen, and can shove it. Now that I have put this out there, when do I leave? |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *John's fighter banks to his left, lasers passing harmlessly a half-inch from his fighter. Rolling the fighter to the right, he crossed it's path again, the alien attempts to match the manuever only to slam headlong into another alien craft that was chasing a rapier. Both of the green hued vessels explode into a blazing ball of superheated gasses. With a quick glance around, he saw a stiletto explode, a missile piercing the fusilage in a head to head (Dragon 5). With a quick roll and turn, he oriented on the alien that fired. Switching to the missile pods, he repaid the pilot in kind, a pair of the light missiles taking the fighter in it's port side. The warning light indicating a hostile missile lock flares, and a second later 3 missiles hurtle past his cockpit, missing his fighter by under a foot. Locking the acceleration at maximum again, he fires a burn straight at one of the enemy warships in the distance. The Draken Fyre emties salvo after salvo of heavy laser and particle cannon shots into the smaller vessels shields. Four fighters drop onto John's six, attempting to match his speed.*
_______________________________________ *The hammers break through the far side of the massive dogfight, clear skies before them. They reach the atmosphere a short time later.* |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 5914 days Last activity: 5885 days |
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| *Dirk spins to the side, his sword arcing down at Jeremiah's fist. At the same time, he rotates his wrist breaking the hold that Jeremiah had on him and grabbing Jeremiah's wrist in return. He gives it a sharp tug, then a twist, trying to pull Jeremiah off balance ten wrench his arm behind his back.*
You are quick to make assumptions about those you don't know. I follow Shantal, she is known as the Protector where I come from. Most soldiers honor her. Personally, I couldn't care less who you follow. |
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