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TaleOrgana
Known Hero
Unknown Warrior from the North
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posted January 03, 2013 10:54 PM |
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I think to i gonna again try to make character,if i gonna make it need to be finished tommorow.
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted January 04, 2013 12:52 AM |
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I could join this round with Fenix if I wanted to expand on her.
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Consider yourself joined!
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Vindicator
Supreme Hero
Right Back Extraordinaire
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posted January 04, 2013 01:00 AM |
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Ooh, there's more competition this time. Guess that'll make the taste of winning that much sweeter. 
Just messing with you guys, I take nothing for granted. Especially when it comes to me winning or not. May the best character win!
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carcity
Supreme Hero
Blind Sage
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posted January 04, 2013 01:19 AM |
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Edited by carcity at 16:18, 04 Jan 2013.
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Name: Chameleon Chris.
Race: Human/Andromedian
Age: 27
Appearance: Long dark hair, slim yet muscular build, dark brown eyes. Has a pale purple skin color, with a skin texture resembling amphibians.
Weapons: Cybernetic claws attached to his forearms.
Bio: The first planet to be colonized by humans in another galaxy, Chris’ home planet was simply named Andromeda-1. The native civilization of this planet, though resembling humans in a lot of ways, their anatomy greatly resembled that of amphibians. They were able to survive and live both on land and underwater.
The first humans sent to this forest-covered planet was mainly a military force and some scientists, who were sent ahead to prepare the planet for the human colonies. They took an interest to the native civilization, and spent a great deal of time trying to communicate with them. Eventually, some natives could speak English, and most scientists could speak many of the native tongues.
By the time the first civilian humans arrived, an alliance and trading had been established with the natives. As trough a strange chance by genetics, humans were able to mate and breed with these natives, simply called Andromedians.
The children born as a mix between these two races had a faint green skin tone, and bore traits resembling humans, though they had the hands and feet of the andromedians. Chris was one such child.
When Chris was around seven years old, a transport which he was on was attacked by wild animals, killing almost everyone on board. Chris survived, but was alone in the middle of the forest. He fled the scene, climbed a tree and hid there.
For a long time he stayed there, but as time passed, he grew hungry, and started hunting small animals. In order to catch his prey, he built elaborate traps and occasionally used his claws to fight the larger prey. He lived like this for years, before, at around the age of 15, he was found by a research team.
He was taken to the nearest colony, where he was given food and rest. Scientists kept him sealed away from the rest of the civilization, due to his raw nature, they kept him for studying. His time in the jungle had turned him into an excellent fighter, and few of the military could even hold even against him. Some military officers noticed his capabilities and demanded he be put in training.
He was given special claws, attached to his forearms, going down and binding themselves with his ordinary claws. These new claws were powerful enough to cut even the hardest of materials. Due to his stealthy and paranoid nature, he was also given a camouflage suit, able to adapt to most surfaces, rendering him virtually invisible should he so desire.
He was sent on special missions, both on his home planet and other worlds, where he would spy on leaders of hostile races in order to try to find out their secrets. After a while he was also given assassination missions, which he carried out with brutal efficiency.
His distinct nature of dispatching his targets were so unique he gained a reputation as one of the most brutal and lethal assassins in the known galaxy, earning him the nickname Chameleon Chris.
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Why can't you save anybody?
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted January 04, 2013 02:29 PM |
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Edited by NoobX at 14:32, 04 Jan 2013.
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To make things go faster, this round will end in 1 day.
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted January 04, 2013 02:34 PM |
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Edited by B-E-T-A at 14:35, 04 Jan 2013.
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FINALLY I HAVE THE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE SOMETHING, AND ALL I GET IS ONE DAY?!
THIS.
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COMPLETELY OKAY!
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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Vindicator
Supreme Hero
Right Back Extraordinaire
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posted January 04, 2013 03:04 PM |
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Name: John Travis-“Whisper”
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Assassin
Equipment: Whisper is not the richest of assassins, as he feels that being too successful in any art will lead assassins to you, no matter what you do. In addition, his potential employers doubt his ability, for Travis has quite serious disability; blindness. To compensate for this, he has spent huge amounts of money enhancing his hearing, so he can detect the quietest of sounds. An old-fashioned assassin, his preferable weapon is a slim knife, made of an alloy that never dulls nor breaks. He also carries a dart gun in case he does not want to kill someone, and an assault rifle coupled with a sniper in case he should get in to a firefight. Armor-wise, his equipment is not the best, but still quality made, and quite durable, as well as small; the second being more important to Whisper. He prefers getting around by government transport, but has a ship with a speeder inside it if he has to go undetected. Travis lives poorly, preferring to devote himself to his craft and art, which he loves quite a lot.
Appearance: “Whisper” is a name that implies a small, calm person, whose ability to move stealthily is unmatched and who can crawl through the tiniest of crevices, never making a single sound. When you meet Travis for the first time, you think there must be some mistake. Towering over most at seven feet tall, he does not look like someone made to move quietly, or succeed as an assassin. And yet, he has an odd way of moving, his feet sliding on the floor rather than walking, which ensures that he is completely silent. Travis’s face is quite handsome, although the eyes might be a turn off; milky white, due to his blindness. He has brown hair, untidy in that odd way that somehow attracts girls, his skin pale but not extremely so. His teeth are perfectly done, and a clean white, though not so clean as to shine. His body is slim without being overly thin, and his arms are a lot stronger than his lack of muscles indicates. Scars cover his back, the source of which he will not tell a soul.
Skills: Travis’s skill with a blade is one of, if not the main reason he is hired by prospective employers. He moves as fast as a viper, his sword dancing past the opponents guard and into his heart before you can snap your fingers. In addition, he has the ability to move almost silently, to a point where advanced machines cannot hear him; in addition, he knows how and in which places to hide and how to use shadows to conceal himself. He is a fair hand with a rifle; enough to beat many in a firefight, though certainly not the best in the business. Somewhat unrelated to his craft, he is also exceptionally good at judging the value of art, as well as drawing it himself.
Character: He is a quiet, reserved man, rarely speaking and spending little time at social gatherings. In his free time, he either practices his swordsmanship, or goes to museums, where he can spend hours gazing at the artworks, even if he has already been there a dozen times. Travis also enjoys reading old books, classics from a forgotten age which tell of a world so radically different from theirs it is quite hard to imagine. As an assassin, Whisper has a strict honor system; he will not touch a woman for any bounty unless she has done something truly horrible, he will touch children for any money at all, he prefers to not kill civilians… This does narrow the range of people who employ him, but he cares little, as Travis only needs enough money to live and to visit his museums and he would be just fine.
Background: Raised in a middle-class family in the city, Travis was the son of a merchant and an assassin, though he did not know it at the time. His mother, who was an assassin, rarely stayed home at all, almost never taking breaks between jobs. His father was always busy, looking at stocks or dealing with clients, so Travis got to do basically whatever he wanted. He roamed the city a lot, though he quickly learned which areas were best to avoid; they were quite far away from where he lived anyway, so it mattered little to him. His life was uneventful, until, one day, when his mother was home, he managed to sneak up on her. He was not trying to do so, he simply wanted to talk; his mother, being the type to immediately jump to conclusions, decided he would make a wonderful assassin. She began to train him, bringing him on one or two missions so he could watch; Travis was reluctant at first, saying he did not like the thought of killing people. However, in one of these missions, his mother was killed, and he was forced to complete the mission himself, though he almost screwed it up terribly. From then on, he was drawn in to the assassination business, as his mother’s former employer ruthlessly exploited Travis’s inexperience and naiveté, paying him low prices to do his dirty jobs. Eventually, Whisper as he now called himself ended his mother’s contract and began working alone. The rest of his life has been relatively low-key, as Travis does not take contracts to kill anyone truly important, so as to not draw attention to himself. He has lived this way for some twenty years now, and there looks to be no sign of him changing his habits anytime soon.
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The_Polyglot
Promising
Supreme Hero
Nuttier than squirrel poo
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posted January 04, 2013 04:14 PM |
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I'm gonna wait till the instructions are a closer match, and then I'll be entering with Bob the Anthropomorphic Walrus 
(This thread is actually a great idea, NoobX. The only reason I'm not coming up with an extended family of Bobs is because I currently lack the excess energy needed to create new characters)
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Sanity through drugs. Order yours today!
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Invictus7
Adventuring Hero
Lurking About...
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posted January 04, 2013 04:49 PM |
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Thought I might give this a try
Here's my submission, hope I'm not too late!
Name: Mathis "Scales" Pas
Age: Unknown
Race: Reptilian
Appearance: Scales does certainly not look like the stereotypical romantic assassin. Although he has perhaps the most suitable appearance for one. He is of short and stubby appearance, with ugly brown scales all over his body. His eyes are also much the same colour, so much so that often people (or targets, more importantly) have no idea in what direction he is looking. Often scantily dressed, his scales have a slight gloss from the oily liquid Scales secretes, which works perfectly to his advantage when escaping from sticky situations.
Biography: Born on a waste planet in a faraway system, Scales was abandoned by his parents at a young age, as is common of his kind. Being given abilities of a genius relative to his kind, (Reptilians are infamously dull,) he grew up wandering through the toxic waste and broken ships and machinery. Here he learnt the skills that would later give him his success.
By observing the various life-forms on his planet and how the toxic waste affected them, he was able to discover poisons and antidotes and began experimenting on any unlucky thing that happened to cross his path. He also gained a proficiency is space travel and ship maintenance by learning from all the old and broken parts dumped all over the planet. One day, after many years of salvaging parts Scales managed to build a ship capable of interplanetary flight. He sets a course to a prosperous human planet, but unfortunately, his ship crash-lands on a dirty and nasty multi-racial planet full of crime, prostitutes, drug lords, and violence.
Naturally, Scales feels right at home after getting settled. Not wanting to spend the rest of his life on this planet, he realises that the only way to get off it is to earn some money to repair his ship. Luckily for him, his talent for all things chemical allows him to create superior and exotic drugs. Soon, he has a sizeable group of clientèle buying his wares. However, he begins getting unwanted attention from established drug and crime lords, and decides that he needs to make a quiet exit soon. Having amassed the needed funds quickly, he is able to repair his ship and quietly leave the planet to his original destination.
He arrives with some trouble but manages to land in a quiet and relatively rural area. Scales decides to lay low for a few years developing drugs and entertaining his passion for chemicals. To his dismay, he finds little demand for his drugs and has no idea how he is going to make a living for himself. Fortunately, he finds that in a planet ruled by money, many are willing to pay for a rival to disappear quietly. By adapting his skills as a drug maker, he becomes a talented and much sought after assassin. Approached by people of all classes and types, Scales has no qualms in killing anyone, for anyone, as long as they can pay his fee.
Weapons/Method:
- Scales has a full arsenal of poisons at his disposal, each suited to a particular mission. From basing a lot of them from materials found on his home planet, many of the poisons are almost undetectable by his resident planet's technology.
- People of Scales's race are generally considered an underclass, mainly for their reputation for being dull and ugly. This plays to Scales advantage when evading from law enforcement and avoiding detection. When faced with trouble all he has to do is play dumb and people's assumptions will do the rest of the work for him. By acting stupid, he is able to get close to his targets whilst not arousing suspicion. He is able to appear clumsy, and be merely dismissed as an annoyance.
- Although Scales generally likes to avoid confrontation, he keeps a small knife coloured to match his scales on his person, for when jobs go wrong.
Character: Scales is the talkative type, and will discuss chemistry and poisons with anyone who listens. With a supreme intellect and no conscience to speak of, Scales is an excellent assassin. He has no need for social interaction, preferring to play with chemicals. He works only to earn the money needed to continue his obsession. Sometimes he does get the urge to stop being an assassin and to this end, is currently developing an advanced rocket fuel in the hope that he may never have to work again.
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted January 04, 2013 05:40 PM |
bonus applied by Mytical on 08 Jan 2013. |
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Dawww, look who's trying to make my job harder immediately after I announce my interest.  I'm perfectly fine with one day~
Name: Fenix Artanis
Race: Evolon (A protos-like race, minus the whole "Everyone is a psionic" thing.)
Gender: Female
Appearance: A mother flippin' protos! Her eyes are a dull orange, glowing ever so slightly but more human than one would expect (think irises, pupils, cornea, etc but all glowing a dull orange). She is about 6'4", almost flat chested by human standards, not really that muscled but not fat either, rather lithe and thin over all. She has four fingers on each hand, a piece of machinery that covers her right arm almost like armor and a braided ponytail that reaches a little way below her shoulder. Fenix's clothing varies, ranging from an engineer's or scientist's uniform to a mechanic's slacks (red or a dark blue) to a black, skin tight suit with dull (coal covered) silver plates covering her vital areas.
Age: 92
History: A long time spy, engineer, assassin and tinkerer for hire, Fenix has good, if shaky, standing with both the empire and the rebels, mostly because she is willing to sell her technology to the rebels to lethal effect, and she hasn't been caught by the empire since her tech is designed to be untraceable. She is a batcheloret by choice, since relationships are messy and increase the odds of being captured. As such Fenix has only had one or two relationships that went deeper than a casual friendship or contractor-contractee. Since she has been a loner for most of her career, Fenix has a reputation in the system she is part of for almost always working alone (No really?).
Fenix has always planned to take the Empire down a notch or two, make them a bit paranoid or at least to get some more damn rights for her generally oppressed people, and with the rebellion starting to rise and this alien threat drawing even more attention away from her, Fenix has begun pushing ever so slightly and making her move... a power play, of sorts...
Personality: Smooth and charming, Fenix would rather people know her for her equipment and other general store sales that she makes with her ship than for her more shady skills in espionage and other... "Business contracts." She has no problem with working for either side of the war, though she will give preference to the Rebellion, and Fenix is proud of the fact that she has never once given up or failed a contract (Despite the stress that has most likely shortened her lifespan). She has a somewhat lenient payment system for her contracts, but will expect to be paid. If you don't pay her, well... You'll see. All of her special equipment is paid for up-front with money on hand (no traceable credits) While the general goods give her the front of being a normal, honest business.
Fenix enjoys creating new pieces of tech, from little gizmos that light up and amuse children to kill bots controlled by remote or voice commands, anything she gets her hands into that stimulates her creativity is vastly entertaining to her.
On the job, she is serious unless the contract isn't all that hard. And if someone is trying to investigate or expose her, well... The more obnoxious she gets, the more flirty and audacious the evolon becomes. It has proven to be a very good method many times in the past, since most people don't want their partners to think that they could be attracted in any way shape or form to an evolon, or they just feel uncomfortable. And if they like the attention... well... She leads them on for a while and then shoots them down in a brilliant ball of flames kicks them off her ship and, if all else fails, throws them out of the airlock (usually onto the ground a few meters down, but you can't always choose your ejection point).
Equipment:
Fenix's equipment is a variety of things, from suckers to kill bots. Here is her list of military-related stuff (mostly sold to less scrupulous customers) (Note, this list is stuff that is in her store):
-Communications jammer (like, three in stock, and they aren't that portable)
-Low-grade personnel cloaking device (A rental with a tracking program built in to it)
-Various military grade weapons and ammunition
-Some of her earlier models for remote/ voice controlled robots (both kill and espionage, in multiple shapes (Spiders, flies, etc), none of them can be reprogrammed or survive past the task they were programmed to do. They literally disassemble themselves, starting with any identification markers.)
-Traps of various kinds (Lethal and non lethal, energy, metal, mines, bear traps, you name it, she's got it.)
-Body armor of varying types and quality.
Her personal equipment, on the other hand, is not for sale in any way, shape or form, and is entirely built by her.
-Biotech arm plating (Her right arm armor plating, provides protection and lends some motorized strength to her arm. Slowly regrows if it becomes damaged.)
-Lazpistol (A semi-automatic handgun that fires a thin line of plasma in small bursts instead of bullets. It uses energy cells that can be recharged, though it takes a bit of energy from her ship to do so. 70 shots per cell.)
-Thermal and echo imaging scope for the pistol.
-"Hunter" class attack drone (a voice commanded remote control robot. It has many different weapons that it can be outfitted with, though it looks like a small, floating ball) and a "Watchdog" class espionage probe (A small airborn probe that can either be directed by movements of Fenix's right hand or a remote control, has a small cloaking field function that drains the batteries quickly. Feeds data directly to a small eye piece).
-A retrograde computer virus/ AI that removes and changes the ID tag on a private starship.
-A small trade ship with all of this and a room dedicated to her engineering creativity in it.
Skills/ special:
Her skills have been acquired through practice and more often than not trial by fire. Mostly, her skills don't even deal with combat at all, but rather never being seen or caught at what she is doing. To help her with this, Fenix has practiced hacking into the most current security systems and databases, continuing to do so until she can both get in undetected and shut them down. Her ability to move silently is another very important tool to her continued survival, as often Fenix cannot fight her way through her target's bodyguards, due to them just being too strong for her to handle. The final tools in this line of work are two robot designs and her personal weapons and armor. One is an infiltrator drone that she has nicknamed, "Watchdog". When she hits a switch on the armor of her right hand, this spy probe is controlled deftly by the movement of Fenix's hand, and it provided constant video feed to her eyepiece, which is just another part of her probe. The "Data hub" if you will. The other drone, called a "Hunter" class assassination bot, can be controlled alternately by Fenix's voice or a controller that fits nicely in the palm of her hand and looks like a remote control. This probe is used for... difficult jobs. Ones where Fenix has a very low chance of getting through everything unseen. Finally, if all else fails then Fenix relies on audacity, her lazpistol (created by her and rather illegal) and her biotech right arm, which provides a rather large pack to her punch. (Note, she only has average skill with her pistol and in martial combat, which is why they are last-resort)
Other than that, Fenix's skills with technology and engineering give her an edge on most, if not all, mechanical and robotic opponents. She is able to find the flaws in their chassis, plating or motor systems, and once you know those it is rather easy to disassemble the machine. Her programming skills allowed her to build an AI that acts like a virus, removing the identification codes from a starship and replacing them with another, recently commissioned, ship's codes.
Outside of all combat, Fenix could boast (if she was a boasting type) that she is able to pilot a medium sized trade ship through an asteroid belt at full speed without taking more than a few bumps and scrapes. And she has skills building more than just kill bots and bio-mechanical limb armor/ enhancement. To keep up a store front, Fenix has developed many different types of mechanical toys, tools and helper minions, though nothing is much larger than a hand or your forearm at the very most.
Quote: "My job isn't killing people, no. My job is to not be seen. The rest costs extra."
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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TaleOrgana
Known Hero
Unknown Warrior from the North
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posted January 04, 2013 07:18 PM |
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English,as allways,made me huge problems:
Name:Duncan Ryder
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Age:39
Skills:Good at snipping,quick and silent at killing.
Appearance:Appearance:A tall man,with black hair,black eye,and half cyber face(reason why i said ,,black eye''),who looks like normal person but everyone who was with him,he or she died.He is too and mysterious.He usually wear long black robes with hood on head.
Weapons:Cyber Crossbow,knife,poison darts,shot gun
Biography:Duncan ,,Ryder'' work for other people and works for himself.In his 4th year,he was a slave.He have escaped killing a slave master.In 19 years,Duncan starts killing for money.When he needed to kill one person,he have lost half of his face.He gets half cybernetic face.One day about 7 people wanted him in their crew.He became a Galaxie Assassin,known and as Duncan Ryder.Everyone was started fearing him.There was only 4 crews who didn't feared from him.They tried to kill him,after that there wasn't any proof to they are survived.Squandering the days in the crew, he decides to kill them all and make his own-Dark Ryders.
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Anavi
Known Hero
Still mapper...To some point
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posted January 04, 2013 07:25 PM |
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There's only 3 words to say, Tale...
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TaleOrgana
Known Hero
Unknown Warrior from the North
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posted January 04, 2013 07:49 PM |
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Thx,but sometimes i making characters just for fun
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted January 05, 2013 10:49 PM |
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Tum-du-dum!
ROUND 2 IS OVER!!
(and B-E-T-A still didn't make a character )
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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TaleOrgana
Known Hero
Unknown Warrior from the North
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posted January 05, 2013 11:14 PM |
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Does judging needed to be today or it will be tommorow?
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted January 05, 2013 11:52 PM |
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Judging will begin when I get more time
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Message received.
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted January 06, 2013 01:33 PM |
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Quote:
Tum-du-dum!
ROUND 2 IS OVER!!
(and B-E-T-A still didn't make a character )
Real Life, thou art an cruel mistress!
Yeah, the day I thought I would've time to make a character some friends surprised me by coming over and organizing a LAN in my house...without asking or telling me first. So we sat up all night playing FlatOut, CoD1, L4D2 and Borderlands 2.
So there went that day.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 06, 2013 01:54 PM |
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Beta, admit that you're a pathetic loser who can't organize his time properly.
I manage my work with long hours and night shifts, socialisng, hanging out with my barbarian lady, and the rest of my activities just easily.
You need help in that.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted January 06, 2013 02:29 PM |
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Edited by B-E-T-A at 14:31, 06 Jan 2013.
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Quote:
Beta, admit that you're a pathetic loser who can't organize his time properly.
I believe my time is pretty organized myself.
Monday-Friday:
06:30-07:30 - wake up, make breakfeast, lunch and prepare dinner.
07:30-15:00/16:30 - School
15:00/16:30-20:15 - Work(which is suppose to end 20:15 but more often than not ends 20:45)
20:15-22:00 - Freetime I mostly use for homework/washing dishes(Monday, Wedensday, Friday)/Evening Food.
22:00-06:30 - Sleep
Saturday:
09:30-10:30 - Wake up, eat breakfeast, make lunch.
10:30-18:15 - Work(same problem as all the other days. Ends half an hour later)
18:15-Whenever - Freetime which I use to play games, come here, study, etc. Yesterday I was suppose to spend and hour or two on making a character here. But when I arrive home some friends had come over and set up camp in the living room and we LANed.
Sunday: Freetime.
And that is how my week goes every week. So I personally think it's pretty organized, but maybe that's just me. *shrug*
((Don't know why, but your post really ticked annoyed me off and I ended up writing this....))
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted January 08, 2013 08:35 AM |
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Ok..I am announcing the winner. I liked all the entries, but after very careful consideration..I have to announce Gnomes as the winner. It was a tight race between the entrants..I really enjoyed this round. Congradulations Gnomes.
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