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Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
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Posted - 2013.10.04 06:11:00 -
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Ah what the hell. I'll start.
approixmate age of standard clone is 24, long reddish hair, blue-green eyes.
not any more. just some friends, and we kill each other on a fairly regular basis.
Basically, the amarr as a whole, slaving bastards, the lot of them.
Normal attire is black pants with green flower petal designs, over natural leather boots, shirt is patterned black with angular markings that fade into spirals near the end, Long coat, inside lined with silk, exterior is leather, waxed, with my corporation's symbol on the back and the words "No Luck" written under.
Pilot first, duelist(assault with a pistol) second, heavy machine gunner distant third.
Family was lost to the "reclaiming" years ago. Shoved me into a shuttle and preset it for the nearest gallente refugee center and set it to warp the second it was out of the bay. Raised as an orphan I never once forgot the symbol on that ship.
Made all the wrong kinds of friends, ended up being given an ultimatum one day, shape up, or they'd ship me off world to some dead-end janitorial gig on a clone's ship where I'd probably die in a week. I took the third option of becoming an immortal by running, and fighting my way across half that city.
Ended up caught, sitting in a cell wondering if they'd kill me or just ship me off to die when a man walked up to my cell and offered release papers in exchange from some minor medical testing. Figured I was good as dead, and maybe even end up being able to escape from whatever facility they put me in.
Next thing I know, I'm waking up on a medical table being told to "remember why you fight, child. If you lose yourself for even a moment, you'll die" before I could even think on what that meant, there was searing pain, every single neuron in my body catching fire at the same time the last thing I remember seeing was that damned symbol again.
as soon as it had started it was over, I was inside some kind of tube, voices asking if it was a success. they kept saying that the subject had died, that it was a failure. I knocked on the glass to make some noise, my arm was too long and ended up going straight through. Scared the hell out of all those scientists.
They put me in a suit, handed me a gun, and said that I was immortal. Then on my first deployment, I met a tanker who really inspired me to fight.
The pistols come from back home, with my friends, they were simply the easiest things to get past sensors and reassemble later.
My goal is to find my family, or maybe one day take my crusade to the stars and hit the amarr right where it hurts.
I fear that I won't be able to save them, that I've taken too long and those fiends have taken their hearts from them, stolen their souls.
and as for qualities? I don't back down from any fight I deem necessary, though, I do try to avoid killing without reason. I am typically rather pessimistic, and I keep all kinds of things in my pockets. |
Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
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Posted - 2013.11.05 07:29:00 -
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since there's some minor critiquing happening in here, anyone have opinions on my conduct on the RP forums vs the presented bio here? does it seem mismatched? I'm thinking about rewriting it to be a bit less generic. |
Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
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Posted - 2013.11.06 05:00:00 -
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I remember reading on one of the wikis that a faction or two was still actively reclaiming/kind of killing(wasn't entirely specific, and I can't find the damn article anymore, so that info might have been wrong and since righted) and went with it.
yeah, I probably will rewrite that, maybe a bit happier to match the boisterous attitude I tend to go with... or maybe timid and since stopped giving a crap since I don't have to worry about being backstabbed since I'm immortal, choices, choices. |
Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
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Posted - 2013.11.06 06:18:00 -
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actually, the way I play it is basically me with less restraint. |
Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
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Posted - 2013.11.06 07:33:00 -
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Heh, my kinda woman! I Hate the "princess" types. I want to meet the girl who, when I arrive at the villain's castle has already torched the place and taken all their coolest stuff.
If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
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Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
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Posted - 2013.11.07 06:50:00 -
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I liked the dossier style earlier.
File on call-sign: Heathen Bastard
Original name: {REDACTED}
Age of standard clone: approx 24.
Friends/family: Friends with Jakar Umbra, associates with DeadlyAztec11 on occasion, affiliation unknown
Enemies: Amarr(general, doesn't like them "picking on" the minmatar), Anything that threatens someone "innocent" in his eyes.
Standard attire: Heavy leather boots, Black pants, brown leather belt, Long, large-floral-print shirt(green) with lower buttons and top button undone for mobility, Leather long coat with large semi-geometric symbol on back. Half-back length light blue hair
Formal attire: Black leather shoes with sliver banding, black silk pants, Maroon shirt, Black patterned vest, Hair kept in ponytail.
Combat report: Tends to alternate between offensive styles(Primarily favors: Heavy vehicles, Pistols, and Heavy Machine Guns) Fairly weak on the support end of combat.
Early life: {REDACTED} was born to a fairly average family on caldari prime. Living near a caldari ghetto he quickly took to their ideals of fighting no matter the odds, and shortly after began causing problems in school by calling the teachers liars and getting into fights with the other students.
Coming home with a black eye and suspension notice quickly became the norm for his parents. His father(gallente, minor bureaucrat) slowly became cold and distant, wishing for a son whom he could be proud of, not some problem to defuse. His mother(caldari, possible ties to resistance fighters) saw a passion and began to show him old tools of war, bows, throwing knives, deception. He took to them like an amarrian to a gold plated ship.
Eventually, he was expelled after one fight too many, and his father disowned him. He was unsurprised by this, and only recoiled at being banned from the grounds. He quickly turned to a life of crime, using the skills his mother taught him. One day he chose the wrong mark. An unremarkable man, {REDACTED} was an active member of the Black Eagles, on leave at the time.
Coming to find his home ransacked, {REDACTED} set about tracking down the "punk" who did it. It took 3 days of searching, but eventually, {REDACTED} was cornered. Surveillance tapes of the area he was cornered in show his potential last moments. Staring down the barrel of a bolt pistol, he smiled. The agent seemed to like this and instead of executing him on the spot, merely knocked him unconscious.
When he came to, he was "asked" to join the black eagles at gunpoint. It can be assumed he accepted.
Past that, information is classified.
Approximately 1 year later the call-sign Heathen Bastard began to surface in clone contracts during Mordu's trials.
Assumed/stated goals: Find some worthy opponents, become someone his father can be proud of, keep being someone his mother is proud of. Maybe meet a nice girl and travel the stars, burning down anything that shoots first.
Fears: Only thing that seems to evoke a serious response is a threat to someone he cares about, or what seems like an unfair fight.
Qualities: Always trying to make a joke, Steadfast, sometimes bull-headed, tends to negotiate with violence as a first/second response, sometimes helps criminals if they're being ganged up on by security, Noted self as an "amazon chaser" occasionally talks to inanimate objects(his pistols primarily).
Has been noted humming the tune of "paper moon" as he inspects his pistols prior to battle.((specifically, a dubbed version. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5fAz4rmOQ4))
If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
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Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
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Posted - 2013.11.07 21:45:00 -
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thanks, and I just don't like them on a personal level, the gaudiness of their ships, the unchangeable religious views that always have to be right, and the whole being slavers thing.
I like the caldari because they at least seem like a meritocracy(in theory one rises as far as they can go, and people who don't perform get thrown out because they lead to losses for the company)
I don't particularly like the gallente because I've seen how well a democracy works((I live in america. we keep electing stupid ****heads with good slogans))
I like the minmatar because of the aesthetics(in rust we trust) and that they handle things like I do(ship's not good enough in a fight? make it faster and duct tape on some more guns! what's defense for if they can't hit you in the first place!)
If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
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