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 Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 7:37 pm
Armail Squad Commander As Raziel entered back in the cannon hanger, the soldiers were not longer in an a crazed mess as they once more. Squads would be seen moving across the hanger armed and moving without much problem. Aramil may have been rebuilt only a year ago but the nation knew how to train its men how to recover from anything that had came their way. The mechanist would make his way across the hanger without picking up much notice until a voice would right out towards him."Trainee Raziel!" the voice would come through a mic which cause it to echo as a rather large being made his way towards the trainee. The visor gleemed over towards the man dully stopping slowly infront of him. This soldier before him was around 6'2 in his armor and with large bulk of gear he carried on him he was looked like he was ready to take a grenade at close range. It was strange that the armor they wore looked similar in design that novice ranked Kirin had so long ago. "You are Trainee Raziel correct?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 8:34 pm
☬ Raziel ☬
The Remarkable Engineer • Rank: trainee
• bloodline: human
• Class: mechanist
• currently equipped: leather jacket, black 501 pants
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Longsword, 10 mm magnums, SPAS - 12 shotgun
 Intelligent
Creative
Genius  Raziel would hear his name echo through the deep chambers of the cannon hangar, and his raven haired head would turn in the direction of the voice. His gaze would eventually fall upon a man clad in a technologically advanced suit of armor, not unlike that of Kirin's. Raziel walked towards him, his gleaming brand new raptor machine walking behind him. As Raziel neared the man he would relax, his hands dissapearing into the confines of his jacket as he holstered his magnum revolvers. As the gloved hands withdrew from the jacket, they would be holding a red package of cigarettes. Raziel would nod to the man as he pulled out a cigarette. "Yeah, that's me. Don't call me Raziel though, nobody's called me that since I was like six. Call me Ace or Raze. Nice armor by the way sarge." He would state as he saluted the man, his cigarette in between to fingers. The hand would then drift down to his mouth, snf placed the cigarette in between his lips before he sparked the lighter and ignited it. Inhaling and exhaling, the man could feel the slight familiar headrush that always came with the first deep puff of a cigarette. • Strength: 6
• Speed: 5
• Energy: 500/500 "...You got a cigarette?" 
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 10:12 pm
Armail Squad Commander The squad leader would remain quiet as the man before it would start speaking up about how no one called him Raziel or anything and would proceed to smoke. The armored being would wait to the man was finished speaking before it's gauntlet would extend out stanching the ciggarette from his lips and tosses it to the ground. A firm boot would be planted down on the cigarette for a moment and the mic would echo out towards the man dully. "Trainee Raze... I am Squad Leader Cevah, part of the 501st battalion and we are going to get a few things down before we go meet the squad." moving its foot off the ground the armored being would tap the insignia on its right shoulder, A trident wrapped in chains, before it spoke up again. "This is Aramil Special Forces not whatever s**t hole that our emperor had found you in. He has given you enough credit to prove yourself so you ever betray this symbol..." its hand moving away slowly the squad leader removed an ivory revolver from it's hip, showing golden engravings throughout its frame, and loosely pointed it to the bottom of his jaw. ".. I will not stop put a bullet in your head..." the voice would echo coldly. Slowly holstering the revolver, the squad leader would motion its head towards the northwest. "The squad is you new family, watch our backs and we will watch yours." The visor moving fully to Raz the voice would keep on. "Finally, I am not Sarge, you will call me Squad Leader. Simple and easy new blood. You got me?" the voice would echo firmly
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 10:36 pm
☬ Raziel ☬
The Remarkable Engineer • Rank: trainee
• bloodline: human
• Class: mechanist
• currently equipped: leather jacket, black 501 pants
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Longsword, 10 mm magnums, SPAS - 12 shotgun
Intelligent
Creative
Genius When the squad leader grabbed his cigarette, Raziel would watch her stomp it out. "I wasn't finished with that..." He said idly as the squad leader introduced itself. Cevah... So it's a girl then. Hm, that b***h owes me a cigarette. Raziel thought to himself idly as the commander explained what battallion they were apart of. as the woman pointed the muzzle of her gun against his jaw, raziel would raise two fingers and place them against the gun, pushing the barrel lightly away from his face. "Save it, I know the drill. If I betray you, you kill me, just like every other military." He stated bluntly, before she spoke of him calling her squad leader. "Eh, Squad Leader's so long. What if I need to warn you about a grenade that's gonna go off right next to you, but you die because the name i'm supposed to address you by is too long? How about Cevah? Now that's simple and easy. and unique." Raziel asked, looking down at his cigarette pack before he pulled out another one and placed it between his lips, igniting it before taking a drag. As he took another drag, his robot would look at the woman, it's head tilting curiously at the squad commander as it's electric blue eyes assessed her. It emitted a low pitched and threatening noise as she slapped Raziel's hand and sent the cigarette flying. After a moment the raptor like machine would speak as well. "Scanning... scanning... process complete. Target height: 6'2. Target size: large. Target threat: Moderate. Awaiting permission to engage." The Raptor was not joking. It was programmed to protect Raziel, and it had seen this act as an attack. Raziel looked at the dinosaur, shaking his head slightly as he exhaled the drag he took. "Stand down, R.E.X. Permission denied, she's our new squad leader buddy." he would say as he patted the robot on it's head. He then looked up to the squad leader, nodding his head. "Glad to be a part of the team. I'd offer to be the tech guy, but it looks like you people can more than likely handle your own tech... so I guess i'm just here for the experience." • Strength: 6
• Speed: 5
• Energy: 500/500 "...You got a cigarette?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 10:49 am
Armail Squad Commander The soldier was unmoved by the display from the dinosaur as it started talking about attacking when given permission. Everything it had said was plain and simple. The visor glanced at the dinonsaur for a moment before looking over at the mech. "If your dino-morpher wanna-be wants to see some action it should learn to not talk so much.." And no, you have only been assigned to my squad and if your lucky enough to survive the week than maybe, just maybe you can call me one of you stupid nicknames." the squad leader had stated bluntly before turning away from the mech and started to make it's way towards the far right of the hanger where transports could be seen ahead of them. Motioning with it's hand the squad leader would speak up. 'Let go, its time to load up and get the gear you need to survive out there." With that they would move into a swift jog towards the transport with A2 printed on the side of the side door. The squad leader would smack on the door and moments later it would open with one of the squad extend it's hand to the squad leader. TRansport
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:06 am
☬ Raziel ☬
The Remarkable Engineer • Rank: trainee
• bloodline: human
• Class: mechanist
• currently equipped: leather jacket, black 501 pants
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Longsword, 10 mm magnums, SPAS - 12 shotgun
Intelligent
Creative
Genius As she said something about dino morphers, the man would sigh slightly, a plume of cigarette smoke erupting from his mouth and heading towards the cieling. "He was made to protect me. Natural reaction when somebody smacks my hand, his programming percieves it as a threat. don't blame him. And his name is R.E.X., not dino morpher wanna be. Anyways, sounds good to me. let's roll." He said calmly before she continued. The mechanist sighed, but didn't reply. Apparently, his commanding officer just liked being a b***h. It's your real name you just introduced yourself as, not a nickname dumbass... whatever i'm still calling her Cevah. He would think to himself. He had learned a while back that even if you're right, it's kind of pointless to talk back to higher ups. His reasoning was invalid for now, no matter how much more sense he made. Wordlessly, he would follow the mech suited leader with a swift stride, R.E.X. trailing right behind him. As they reached the vehicle, Raziel's eyebrows would raise. "Woah, that's badass." Ge would state quietly, looking up at the military transportation vehicle. Even working in his uncle's workshop, he hadn't seen too many things like this. And when he did, he certainly wasn't allowed to do work on them. • Strength: 6
• Speed: 5
• Energy: 500/500 "...You got a cigarette?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:48 pm
Armail Squad Commander By the time the mech had comment on the transport one of the squad members had extended his hand out to the man wanting to help inside so they could head out to where they needed to go. TRansport
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 9:26 pm
Favnir descended into the city and headed for the training area.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 11:12 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 7:05 pm
Favnir is shot up through the cannon.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 1:22 pm
X♛ ♛ ♛ ≈ RAPHAEL ☦ VAKARION
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Raphael, she said. He recalled her words ringing through his ears. Her voice was like a demon's spirit made audible, and she attempted to seduce him into seeing her once again. Yes, he remembered the voice he'd heard his last time here, in Colothin. His mother wished to see him, now that he was an Emperor. She didn't wish to see him when he was slain, or at any other moment in the last ten years; it was only now. He understood, as well, why that was. She wanted to be royal again, rather than the deposed mother of a death-stricken King. But she was no one's mother anymore. Raphael, crafted anew, was a demon rather than her son. He did not possess her blood. "Isis," The Emperor called for his counselor. She wasn't much of one anymore, though; she had long since lost her voice.
"Can you check to see if my mother is still in the city? She told me she'd wait until I wanted to come find her. I'd like you to inform her, if she's even still here, that she'll be waiting until the end of time. I want her to leave. Her presence here is unsettling." The woman nodded, and ran off. He sighed, continuing through the large gates of the city. Gates weren't so necessary, what with a giant barrier wrapping around them. But it at least stopped hostiles from getting any further than the entry port. If they had these gates last time, then maybe Jasper wouldn't have been so successful in ******** everything over. At least he might've been stalled. They could at least keep out nagging and money-hungry mothers who only wanted to expand their own wealth and fame.
"Ugh," He sounded. That would be his first proclamation upon entering the city. The whole place just felt so ugh.
--enter and exit--
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 12:18 pm
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 5:59 pm
 Favnir
Class: Berserker | Bloodline: Draconian | Rank: Novice | Str/Spd: 12/8 | Nation: Rogue | Energy: 490/550 | Clothes: Casual Clothes and Boots of NarathosFavnir descended into the familiar city. He crossed his arms and huffed. He wondered if the place changed at all. He waited and when it reached the bottom he stepped off. He headed into the city dodging all the people. -Learned: -Used: Iron Form [1/10] -Equipment: Iron Tonfa, Healing Potionx10 [1/10] THEME:
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___youwillknownihilism Captain
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 8:32 pm
Intet holding her secure on his back, the pair walked to the teleporter with a mission in mind and off they went towards Yuran.
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