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Post by Vìncê on Jun 6, 2005 7:05:48 GMT -5
((Okay, sorry that I've still not crossed your path but I feel anxious to post so I will. Hope I don't annoy.))
Jared looked left, then right. Quite sure that no one was around he lifted his window and climbed inside.
Jared shut his window quickly behind him and proceeded to change into his pajamas, which were a pair of black sweat pants and a white undershirt. He loaded his weapons to be ready for anything and placed them back in his box and placed the box back in the cabinet which he locked just after inserting the box. Trudging over to his room lazily Jared heard some talking. Swiftly his trudging stopped and he flew over to his front window and peered out. 'Only a drunk pair of hooligans' Jared thought to himself.
Jared went back to his room and quietly pulled back his khaki-colored covers and very comfortably slid himself into his bed. Reviewing the days events Jared drifted off into the world of dreams.
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 4, 2005 7:08:47 GMT -5
((Thanks Koneko! Ummm, does Jared supply Dymion's weapons and such? If so, do they know each other? I am not sure whether they do or not so instead of Jared visiting or noticing something strange with you guys I'm just going to post a random bounty kill. Hope that's good)) Jared sat in his position, a dark window in a deserted office building. The building was for let but no one had even checked it out for about two years so when sniping had to be done to collect a bounty, this was the building that Jared did it in.
His bounty target walked slowly out onto the bridge a couple hundred feet away. Opening the window slowly Jared quickly re-checked his sniper to make sure it was fully loaded then took aim. A frustrated, dirty-looking man walked quickly by Jared's target cursing and sporatically throwing his hands up and shaking his head back and forth the entire time. A security guard walked relatively slowly by the target nodding and obviously saying 'hi' or some sort of greeting. The guard carried on out of sight and down into another road.
Taking aim for the target's head Jared closed one eye and pursed his lips to avoid any movement which would throw the bullet off course. The target was a man who had murdered his boss when he was fired, and when found out about took off as fast as he could. Drugs, cigarettes, and alchohol are expensive hobbies and when you are jobless, finding money can be a hard thing; so this man found it easier to buy his goods then kill the man he bought it from, and take his money back. The way that Jared got this job was simply listening to a conversation in his shop. Three brothers were talking furiously about this man who had murdered their fourth brother, a friend's father and supposedly a lot of other people. Jared stalked all three of the brothers and by doing anonymous phone calls he was able to get them to offer him quite a substantial reward for taking out this man.
For being a murderer, a druggie, a smoker, and an alchoholic this man seemed quite calm. 'Perhaps he's high.' Jared thought to himself. 'Well, good bye sir.' he thought again. Taking aim yet again Jared swiftly pulled the trigger and the man's lifeless body dropped to the ground.
Quickly but quietly, Jared closed the window, packed up his sniper and headed back to his shop to get some sleep before the next day started.
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 1, 2005 8:38:19 GMT -5
((Since you posted a post which might resemble just introducing your charry I shall do the same. Thanks again for letting me join ) Jared walked out of the front doors and onto the porch area of his shop, The Ammo and Ale, and looked out into the night. He took a long deep breath and smiled as he waved to a passing couple which he knew well from their frequent visits to his shop. After a minute or so of standing on the porch Jared turned and walked back into his shop and into a back room which had the label 'Staff Only' on it. Once inside the room, Jared turned and locked the door behind quietly as if someone were asleep in the room. After locking the door Jared walked to a far cabinet and unlocked a series of three locks to reveal a long, metal box. He removed the box from the cabinet and opened it.
Inside the box was four weapons. A sniper rifle, two pistols, and a good sized knife. Jared closed the box after checking to make sure that all of it's contents were there and walked into yet another room branching off of the Staff Only room. This room had the label of 'Jared's Room' on it, and when you entered you could see the neatly made bed on the other side of the small room. A bookshelf was a bit to the left of the bed and a cabinet which was obviously built into the wall. Jared briskly walked to the cabinet, glanced in both directions and then opened it. A minute later, Jared left his room fully dressed in black attire. His clothes were black leather boots, baggy black jeans, a black silk shirt, a leather jacket which hung down to his knees, and a pair of fingerless gloves which were plainly black.
Jared moved to the box which contained his weapons and equipped himself with the weapons and ammo clips which were stored beneathe the top tray holding the weapons. Jared closed the box, placed it back in the cabinet and locked the cabinet.
Silently climbing out of his own bedroom window, leaving it only so slightly open, Jared, now a bounty hunter, disappeared into the covers of the night.((Phew, that was pretty long for me. Please let me know if it's alright or not )
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Post by Vìncê on Mar 15, 2007 8:27:56 GMT -5
Conrad wondered at the silence of his two friends.
'They must really be thinking hard about this...' he thought to himself.
'Perhaps if I started walking they'd snap out of it and we could get something to eat.'
Conrad's stomach growled. He grinned and began walking towards the dining area.
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Post by Vìncê on Jan 20, 2006 2:39:33 GMT -5
Conrad nodded at Lillith's words.
"Indeed. This is true. Well, let's not dwell on this for too long at one time. How does lunch sound for you two ladies?"
Conrad stretched his hand out to help Lillith up from the ground.
"Shall we?"
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Post by Vìncê on Jul 11, 2005 3:52:19 GMT -5
((*Pokes Kait* lol.))
Conrad, waiting for Carys' reply, looked over at Lillith and saw, as anyone would, the look of someone who had tons of ideas in her head which were locked up by simply her politeness. Conrad decided that perhaps this might be another chance for Lillith to impress her master as she did time and time again. Conrad switched his head from leaning to the right, waiting for Carys' answer, to the other side, the left, and said...
"Lillith, do you have a view on the matter?"
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Post by Vìncê on Jul 9, 2005 2:56:00 GMT -5
Conrad gave a sigh and leaned back, pursing his lips as he always did when he thought.
"Well, as with most things, there is a good side and a bad side, pros and cons. I think that the pros of this situation outweigh the cons presently. More people will be coming, as is known by all, and therefore we might be a bit more busy then currently, but I think the practice is good and we should definitely benefit from the choice. Besides, what's done is done and we must make the best of it. The enclave is safe though, and we are not a weak order. I think we'll be just fine. May I be so bold as to inquire what your thoughts on the matter are, Carys?"
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 21, 2005 5:40:38 GMT -5
((Sorry it's taken me so long. I was off for a while but I'm back so, hope this is acceptable.))
Conrad was making his way to the Dining Hall from the Archives when he noticed Carys and Lillith and decided that his stomach could wait. Walking relatively slowly into the Courtyard, Conrad approached Carys and Lillith and bowed.
"I trust I find you both well? It's near lunch time and I was wondering if I might accompany two lovely ladies to the Dining Hall."
Conrad sensed an uneasy feeling and added...
"Or perhaps a word on what the troubling matter is would be more appropriate."
((I hope this is alright.))
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 21, 2005 7:12:09 GMT -5
((Well, in any case. Do you want this to actually be a proper RP thread? Or would you rather it just be left dead?))
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 8, 2005 12:09:03 GMT -5
((Well, Tiana if you want to, I will join it ;D. Up to you though )
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Post by Vìncê on May 31, 2005 8:53:48 GMT -5
((Are you intending this to be just a dream for reference or do you actually want people to join this RP? Just wondering. If it is just a dream and you don't anyone to join please delete my post )
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Post by Vìncê on Nov 20, 2004 2:33:57 GMT -5
Vincent, disregarding the screech of the nazgul and the conversation of the reunited friends, walked into the Winter Inn. He walked straight up to the innkeeper and said...
"An ale please..."
After saying that he walked to an empty table and plopped himself down on the chair, leaned on the back legs of the chair and propped his head against the wall behind him.
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 8, 2005 13:26:20 GMT -5
Name: Conrad Ambrose Age: 32 Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 6'0" Weight: 185 Homeplanet: Rehema Current Home: Rehema Affiliation Carysian Knights (Knight) Possesions: Single-Hilted Blue Lightsaber
Appearance: Conrad Ambrose is quite strong physically but he does not look it. Usually the cause of him not looking as strong as he is, is because finding Conrad without his Jedi Robe on is quite a mission. Underneathe his robe Conrad wears the nomal jedi khaki pants which follow his feet into the darker, leather boots, and the regular jedi tunic which is the usual shade of khaki.
Personality: Conrad is a quiet, respectful knight. Whenever a Master or anyone else who is mannerly begins to speak Conrad immediately is quiet and listens intently to what the person has to say. Whenever someone tries to take advantage of this mannerliness Conrad does not tolerate it and can become quite a strict teacher. Conrad is honorable and would never be found hurting children or innocent women and men unless something was controlling his mind, which is unlikely with Conrad's experience.
Carysian Knight History: Born and raised on Rehema, Conrad had known of the Carysian Knights ever since they were started up. Dreaming of becoming a Jedi Knight was all that the other kids did all day so Conrad decided to try and make this goal reachable. By speaking with travelers that he met Conrad learned of the Jedi Knights of Coruscant and he wondered how he could get there. When Conrad remembered these Carysian Knights he went to their temple and inquired to speak with one of the leaders. Meeting Carys for the first time, Conrad learned of the difference between the Jedi Order and the Carysian Order. Agreeing with Carys on the points of view Conrad asked to be trained and after appearing before the council and being tested, Conrad began his training as a Carysian Knight.
Many years have passed since those days and now Conrad is a Jedi Knight helping to train other Padawans to help the Galaxy to become a better place by being a Carysian Knight.
Family History: Conrad had good and loving parents while growing up and still, his parents are alive, though they are old. Conrad's father now owns a shop which sells food for all and supplies for farmers. The shop is doing quite well and the father and mother live quite comfortably, which Conrad is very grateful for. Conrad has a brother but he left at the age of 17 and Conrad hasn't seen him since.
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Post by Vìncê on Jun 7, 2005 8:59:43 GMT -5
Name: Shane Parrin Age: 15 Gender: Male Height: 5'10" Weight: 150 lbs. Homeplanet: Roon Current Home: Rehema Affiliation: Carysian Knights (Padawan) Possesions: Twin Blaster Pistols, Single-Hilt, Green Lightsaber. Abilites: Basic jedi abilities, above average ability to sense other's emotions and feelings.
Appearance: Shane is not the strongest padawan ever seen but he isn't a weakling. Wearing the normal Jedi Padawan apparel, Shane always has been a very disciplined student.
Personality: Quite outgoing and enthusiastic, Shane is known quite well by his fellow Padawans by being able to liven up a group by simply being as enthusiastic as he normally is. Shane is respectful to teachers but does not usually shy away from giving his opinion (gently and respectfully of course though).
History: Shane was born on the planet known as Roon. When he was just a child his parents left the planet though, because of wars between an evil leader and a rebellious area of the planet. Travelling to Coruscant might not of been the best route but it is the one that the parents took. They immediately both got jobs and worked hard earning quite a few credits to live relatively comfortable lives. Well, at least bandits thought that they earned enough to live comfortable lives and so they decided to try and steal their money.
The bandits mercilessly slaughtered Shane's parents while on their way back from work. Taking all their credits the bandits left the sector where the murders had taken place to avoid any difficulties with security. When Shane realized that his parents weren't coming home he was about 8 and he thought that what he needed was to get off of that busy, crowded planet and find a quieter planet where the people were nicer and helped each other out.
Shane found the planet Rehema in the archives at Coruscant and was able to make a droid which he traded for safe passage to this planet of Rehema. Shane was 9 1/2 when he left Coruscant.
Arriving at Rehema, Shane didn't know where to go or what to do so, seeing the obviously Jedi Temple Shane decided that Jedi's were nice people and maybe they could help him.
Shane met many of the jedi there and loved it. He longed to become a jedi and he pleaded with the council to let him stay there and become a jedi with them. After debating and testing Shane became a Padawan and has had about a year of training under the Jedi Knight known as Conrad Ambrose.
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Post by Vìncê on Feb 5, 2006 9:38:10 GMT -5
For: Gods' TrustNAME- Sean AGE- 17 RACE- Human HAIR- Relatively short, has a few hairs which he has purposefully left growing longer than others. Brown. EYES- A shallow, light brown, have a yellow hint. HEIGHT- 5'7" CLOTHES- He's from Africa, the hot parts. So almost always shorts and a light shirt. He has a leather chestpiece which holds his smaller-than-usual two handed sword on his back. OUTFIT: APPEARANCE- Sean is not the tallest of all humans but he makes up for it with speed and accuracy. Sean may look thin or scronny but he has the endurance to match plenty of the strongest animals you could name. Born near the Sahara, he is very tan because in order to get anything you must go outside and therefore the majority of his day is spent outdoors. PERSONALITY- Sean usually has a smile on his face. Sean is not extremely outgoing but he's not shy. He enjoys the company of those whom he knows and when around strangers he is very polite yet reserved. Sean is a passionate person. He often has extreme times of hyper-ness and laughing and talking very fast but after which, many times, he will be sad for while, but he'll snap out of it and be himself in not too long. The only things that it takes to tick him off are dishonor, injustice, deceit, or unneeded death, and when dealing with problems in this area, Sean shows no compromise at all. HISTORY- Born in the northern part of Chad where there are conditions which are actually survivable in, Sean has always been a trooper. Many hard things have happened to him but he stays strong. As stated before, he is an emotional fellow, mainly because he has not had too much of a father figure in his life. When he was four years old his father had gone out on a trip to find an elderly blind man who had strayed from the village. A sand storm came up, which, near the Sahara, are extremely dangerous, and if not protected from, are potentially deadly. The search team never came back, nor did the elderly man, so Sean knew his father, but not well enough to learn any traits which every boy needs to get from his father. The leader of the village, who had stayed behind on the trip because of illness, did not have a wife and therefore no children, so he took it upon himself to raise Sean up in the ways which he needed in order to take care of his family and live his life. Sean took the father figure in his family at about thirteen and began going on hunting trips and so on with his village. He was recognized as a man and a father and anyone who challenged this or made fun of him was spoken to by the leader of the village. At the age of sixteen Sean's family was torn apart once more. A hostile village not too far away raided the small village in order to get money or anything they might sell. Sean, being a father figure, stood up to them and fought for his family. Killing a few of the enemy men, Sean was exhausted, bruised, and bleeding heavily. He carried on however and was finally knocked unconscious by a large foe. Sean was taken back to the enemy village but managed to escape after he awoke by cutting his bonds on his dagger in the back of his belt which the enemy had failed to see, plus in the heat of battle and the joy of victory they hadn't really cared. Sean tried to restrain himself to wait till night, but as soon as he could tell the sun was setting he could no longer hold himself back and he snuck out of the house he was tied in and ran back to his village. Ashes...nothing but ashes and smouldering fire. Sean first rushed into his own house to find his mother and his two younger brother's dead. Next, Sean ran to his village leader's house and found his 'father figure' still slightly alive but fading. Sean rushed to him, tears in his eyes and anger written throughout his eyebrows and facial expressions. The man told Sean very faintly how much he loved him as a son and that he prayed that the Great Spirit would always watch over him, then he died. Because of this Sean has learned how to conceal his emotion for long amounts of time and how to put on a facade, a smile, and be polite but when Sean vents, or breaks, he is a tidal wave of emotion for a while. ANIMAL- Sean found his animal at the age of sixteen just after he lost his whole village to the raid. Luc, a cheetah, was an abandoned cub, which Sean happened across while traveling in to anywhere else where he would be able to escape the memories of his family and village. Sean fed and helped the cub to grow strong and eventually Luc was full-grown and fully obedient and submissive to Sean. Although still having the wild side in him, Luc is tame as long as Sean is but both are passionate and to be respected. Luc has a large red mark in the shape of a moutain on his forehead and his tail has a sharp reddish tint on it. [Ze, we can change those markings later if you wish to draw him. Up to you.]
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