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Some Disclaimers:

This OP is going to be long. Very long. And you need to read it. All of it. The original Project Eve died off, and the story that is critical to this one was never fully realized. So I have to explain that, as well as the story for this one. So if you don't read the OP, you will be utterly lost. Besides, theres a bunch of useful information buried throughout it that will be... useful.

Also, I'm rather busy with school and visitation with my divorced parents. That being said, if I don't get online at all for a few days, this is likely it. If its a planned absence, I'll be sure to notify you via this thread. If I dissapear suddenly, its probably because I died. So don't freak out and get your panties in a twist if I don't update this three seconds after you post. :P

Project: Eve can be found here. I suggest you read the story for it, to game some idea as to the plot of this one.
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-----The Story-----

The Ancient Ones say the stars fell once.

It was Aidenn's darkest hour. The Triad, determined to eliminate all species who were not of 'ure human stock', had the last groups, tribes, and clans encircled. Even though they were faced with certain extinction, they refused to set aside their differences and unite.

It was then the stars fell.

The Five fell from the heavens, guided by Fate herself. They crashed to the surface, each one being discovered by a differnt tribe. It seemed that the tides had changed. The Triad's march was slowed, then halted, and then turned into a rout. But it seemed that fate still had a card to play: Slowly, The Five turned to Four, then Three, then Two and One. One was captured, another one lost. The rest... died.

But they had done enough. The Triad fell apart, its attempt at EVolutionary rEstablishment foiled. Those species deemed imperfect and eradicated slowly reemerged. Those last humans, denounced by The Triad as traitors to the species, strove to set the wrongs caused by The Triad right.

But The Triad was not defeated.

Slowly, ever so slowly, The Triad attracted those who weren't satifisfied with their lot. Those who resented the other species. Murderers, theives, the dredges of society. And ever so slowly The Triad grew. The remained hidden in the shadows, biding their time.

Fact turned into Rumor. Rumor turned into Tale. Tale turned into Myth. Myth turned into Legend. The stories of The Triad storming across the land, bedecked in their shiny armor and brandishing fearful technologies of war was only remembered by the people as a tale with which to scare young ones into bed.

But now the stars are falling again.

This time, no figure emerges from them. This time, there is no hero to save the land. This time, it was The Triad who found them first.

The Stars, covered in such mythical symbols as 'NASA' and 'US', and with even stranger pictures and iconography on them, are being horded by The Triad for their nefarious purposes.

No one can be sure what they are up to, but nothing good can come of it.
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-----Beastiary-----

The world of Aidenn is one inhabited by many stranged creatures. Some good, some not so good. All of them intelligent. All of them dangerous.

Fee Lyons: Small, cat-like creatures. The largest of them get to be about four feet tall, though they typically only reach to be three and a half feet tall. Coloring on their fur really can be anything that a 'house cat' here on Earth would have. Large eyes enable them to see fairly well in the dark. Have a fascination with ranged weaponry, and are absolutely paranoid.

Lupinians: Large, wolf-like creatures. Ussuasly stand to be six or seven feet tall. They're covered in a thick, shaggy fur that can be white, brown, black, and everything in between. Quick of both feet and mind, their sense of humor revolves around eating anything smaller and weaker than they are. I mean, they do that anyways, but...

Boarans: Short, hefty creatures. They don't have much in the ways of fur, though they have some thin, wiry hair all over their body. They're pretty good natured, though they aren't the brightest. Like to smash stuff with large, blunt objects.

Grazz: Large, brutish, and stupid. Think 'Troll' from Lord of the Rings. Are good at smashing things, and are used by everybody as oversized pack animals. Have never heard of 'toothpaste' or 'deoderant', and its advised you don't get caught underneath their feet. (Note: The Grazz are not playable)

Human: Your basic human. Aren't especially great in anything, but aren't that bad either. They have the knack of being exceptionally smart at developing things to kill others with. Some humans are in The Triad, but most aren't and hold alliances with the other species.
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-----Registration-----

Name: (Your name. This shouldn't be too hard)
Age: (How old your player is.)
Gender: Male/Female
Species: Pick from the Beastiary.
Description: (What you looks like)
Biography: (Short description of your life up to now)
Allegiance: I'll put this.
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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***You have 30 Points to spend***
Health: Endurance multiplied by 10.
Condition: Healthy (Your condition contains things like injuries, diseases, infections, etc. Whereas your Health shows how much longer you have until you die, Condition details the nature of your injuries.)
Strength: (How strong your character is: Determines blunt-weapons skills, carry-weight, hand to hand skill, etc)
Intelligence: (How smart your character is: Determines hands-on skills, like first-aid, how quickly they can learn about other creatures and enemies, their ability to tell when someone is lying, etc)
Agility: (How fast your character is: Determines dodge chances, fall damage, speed, jumping, swimming, and climbing skills, etc)
Charisma: (How well your character plays with others: Determines interactions with others, number of followers, likelihood of coup, how well they lie, intimidate, or inspire, etc.)
Perception: (How well your character notices the surroundings: Determines when they see/hear enemies, spot a danger from afar, find hidden compartments, etc)
Endurance: (How healthy and fit your character is: determines quickness of recovery from injury, likelihood of disease/infection, how long they can continue doing strenuous activities, etc.)
Skills: Pick two. See list below.
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Head: I'll put.
Torso: I'll put.
Left Arm: I'll put.
Right Arm: I'll put.
Left Leg: I'll put.
Right Leg: I'll put.
Hands: I'll put.
Feet: I'll put.
Primary Hand: Empty
Off Hand: Empty
Inventory[carried]: Empty
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-----Skills-----

Note: After your point distribution, if your Strength is 5, and a perk gives you +1 Strength, put [+1] next to the tab.

[i]No Bite: Looks can be decieving, as we all know. +1 Strength

The Rennaisance Man: You've read a few books. So what? +1 Intelligence

Candle-Stick Jack: You had to jump over the candle stick, didn't you. +1 Agility

All Bark: Plays well with others. +1 Charm

I-Spy: Atleast you don't have to wear glasses... +1 Perception

Nike: I can run marathons as well. Win them, too. +1 Endurance

Nepenthe: Pain is weakness leaving the body. +10 Health Points

Lottery Ticket: The affects of this shall remain secret. It might be good, it might be bad. Thats a risk you'll have to take.
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Enjoy.

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Oh, also, I shout "Man down!", while close enough to the others so that they can hear, after I leave the poor lad's side. Forgot that little part.

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Sorry for my absence. Decided to join the Army Reserve in 6 months when I turn 17, and my Dad wasn't too pleased when I told him. Phone arguments, FTW?

Anywho, on to the stuff you actually want to hear... Read:

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

Some insight into how I govern my games:

I run on the basis that the human mind gauges how good or bad a situation is depending on how its presented. I present all basic situations in a neutral stance, and then adjust the tone from their. Since you have taken a rather pessimistic stance on everything, I've presented this to you as you would expect to see it: Horrible.

Or perhaps giving up five seconds in has something to do with it. I dunno.

Though you should take heart to the motto of the Navy Seal Instructors as they send their trainees through hell: It Pays to Win.

Name: Allona Bacuth
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 2ft.; dark orange eyes; dark gray fur
Biography: Allona never believed the old tales...until the Triad returned. If they had been even stronger back then (and everyone agreed that they had been), the Fee Lyons then wouldn't have been able to beat them (the elders claimed that if it hadn't been for those idiots in the other races, Fee Lyons would've done just fine). She began to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth in the stories after all. Allona's father and brother went to the war, and died. Allona then joined the military, to replace them as defenders of her aging mother.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 49/50
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 4 [+1]
Intelligence: 5 [+1]
Agility: 6 [=]
Charisma: 3 [-1]
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Skills: Candle-Stick Jack; The Renaissance Man
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: 'Widow Maker' Steel Dagger
Off Hand: Empty
Inventory[carried]: Empty

You manage to get out from under the body, somehow. You stand, and see that the Triad have arranged themselves in a sort of semi-circle around you. Theres five of them, and the sixth is in the process of kicking a defeated Hyne's ***.

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
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Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

He does not answer, so you deduce he is unconcious.

Your expectations are correct: You find nothing.

Your leader grabs you, and pulls you into a standing position. He yells in your face, spittle flying: KEEP PUSHING!

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Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines


Well I have no weapon and I'm being beat to death by a fully armed triad with 4 APC's of friends so yeh you want me to die, if you want me to just say bro, how am I, a 4 foot Fee Lyon gonna fight these not so Fee Lyons off

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Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
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Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

I just nod and, seeing as I can't do much for that guy anyway, I go back to shooting. Now that they're closer, I should be actually hitting them.

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Another double post, but anyway...

Sorry for my absence. Decided to join the Army Reserve in 6 months when I turn 17, and my Dad wasn't too pleased when I told him. Phone arguments, FTW?
All I have to say is... you were born in August, too?!
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Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

Where theres life, theres hope. So if you're alive, there must be hope.

But honestly loco, do you *really* think I would kill someone off this early in the game?

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
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Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (15/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

The Boarans are much closer now, and every one is scoring hits. You fire a few rounds, and drop a particulary fierce looking brute (-5 rounds). The remaining Boarans retreat, and your fellow Triad Members pursue. It would seem the Boarans are hoping to make the security of the walls of their camp.

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Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines





Maybe you would

But fine I try pinching him or kicking him in the groin and grabbin at my weapon

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Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
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Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (15/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

I follow the others, but am getting a very bad feeling about this. Why would they attack only to promptly fall back? Perhaps because... it's a trap !

I don't say anything yet, I just go with them, but keep some distance. About ten secs later (unless something happens), I stop.

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****in phone punching not pinching Jesus what is with m autocorrect, it used to be awesome

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Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

Yes: with only two people regularly posting, I'd just love to get rid of one of them. :/

Your assaliant is surprised that you're fighting back, and lightens up a bit. He expected you to be a pushover. And considering you had given off the air of one who has given up, he wasn't half wrong.

Now, to capitalize on this.

Pinching? How manly. :P

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
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Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (15/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

You've been watching too much Star Wars bro.

You give chase, but the palisade gate shuts behind the Boarans. You here the clanging of a lock being turned (that bar thing that goes across the door, whatever that is).

And so, the seige begins.

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Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines


My phone fights how I do

Anywho I grab at his helms trying to pry it off to claw out his eyes

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Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
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Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (15/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

Good think I said nothing. Anyway, now I get closer to the others and stand by for the plan/orders.

I find your lack of love for SW disturbing.

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