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Gaeln Norran

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((Jedi character, the first one I created in TOR, possibly coming to ITC soonTM ))

 

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Lost Padawan: Part Three

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The young Jedi had been wandering for almost half the day through the crowded and dangerous levels of Nar Shaddaa when it had occurred to him he hadn't really planned this far enough ahead.  Leaning on one of the outer walkway railings Zhanne looked out over the cityscape and sighed.

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Lost Padawan: Part Two

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Zhanne didn't recall at what point he fell asleep, but the healing stims had done a good deal to repair his condition by the time we had woken.  He was still in pretty rough shape, but at least he could move.  The chrono showed he'd been out for ten hours, and the pod's limited sensors still showed no sign of pursuit.  Using the supplies from the medkit he tried to clean up a bit.  He was a mess.  His hair was tangled and filled with soot and grease from the fires, his body was equally stained with both soot and blood.

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Lost Padawan: Part One

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((working on more Lavaeus story, but in the mean time some Republic character fun from my Jedi Sentinel Z'hanne, the following events take place about 5 years prior to game launch ))

 

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Path of Rage: Earning her Saber

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(Part 4)
Lavaeus frowned at the barren landscape before her.   She'd been out in this forsaken wilderness for nearly two weeks.  Walking was the only means to travel. Technology ruled out by the environment.  A beast of burden would have only been another to protect from the elements and dangers; or more likely just a draw to larger predators looking for a meal.  She'd slept little, and barely ate fortunately the caves she found cover in, from the almost constant sand storms in the valley, frequently contained some source of water.

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Path of Rage: Tactical Training

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(Part 3)
The exercise and training room of the Academy was often crowded with acolytes, today was no different.  All manner of conditioning continued here as these would be Sith pushed themselves in what little free time they had to gain any advantage over the competition.  

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Path of Rage: Lessons in Fury and Time Management

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((Part 2, once again comments are welcome))


"Pitiful.  Your rage is undisciplined, unfocused.  Until you learn to control it you are nothing more than an animal, slave," the emphasis on the last word was meant to provoke her even more, taunt her, push her.

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Path of Rage: Beginnings

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 ((part one of an introduction to my Sith Assassin, feel free to comment if you like))

Rooms of the Past

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Rooms

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The Rogue's Road

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((a Little background story for my TOR Smuggler Car'tulak, with an appearance from my Agent Jaakra))

A Shadow Rises

"They have failed us,” one of the cloaked holos rumbled ominously.

“They failed the Emperor,” another corrected, his metallic voice rumbling.

“Not all of them, Lord Decimus” a female holo corrected.  “Many are loyal and proficient soldiers of the Empire.  It is only through lack of strong leadership that they have faltered.”

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Cry Havoc!

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((transcription of a speech given by Reaper, President of the Invicta Motorcycle Club: Grand Canyon Province, on May 5th))

Brothers and Sisters, we are at war.

Life can be a bitch, sometimes... ((OOC absence notice))

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((I'm using the blog because for some reason it says I'm restricted from the forums, but anyway,:

Due to RL shit and such, I won't be playing for awhile. Maybe a week, two weeks tops. ICly, Ryan will be on an urgent buisness trip in Credit Bend.

I'm so sad and sorry to leave, especially so near to Mardi Gras, but the real world calls. Save a Mardi Gras hat for me! :P))

A New Life

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The woman gently set the children down on Lifenet pods, reaching over to a lever. The two younglings were bawling with fear. "Quiet, Artyom and Angelica, they'll hear us!" The woman shakes her head slowly, tears streaming down her face. "They are not those people anymore... they are Ryan and Kate..." She pulls the lever down, and the children disappear.

 

What happened then in Germany shall forever be shrouded in mystery.

 

Ryan's basic information

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Age: 29


Real name: Artyom Petrovich (No one, including himself, knows this.)


Faction: Tech


Afflictions: Mutated Asthma


Hometown: Munich, Germany


Place of residence: New Flagstaff Science Lab


Relationship status: Single


Family members: Angelica Petrovich (Sister, missing), Catia Strovin (Mother, deceased), Nikolai Petrovich (Father, deceased)


Prefered weapons: Revolver, automatic carbine

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Oniessa brought the tray into the study and began pouring the mid-morning tea.


"How is he doing?" she asked.


Kyzafi squinted his eyes and stroked his chin. "Batiati still struggles with the ancient tounges. It is the gateway". He nodded to himself.


A commotion grew towards the entrance as Batiati shouted "A rider from Khemi approaches Master".

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Memories...

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((Found this screenshot on SAMCRO's website and thought I would honor two really good friends I met, while I was a member of thier club... Natty, this is for you,  also))


I was on cloud nine. I finally met a guy I could really like, Icejay. He is wonderful. Treated me special, not like most jerks I meet. But something still had it's grip on me..... Tara.


After a long, long day of chatting with Ice, getting to know him more and more, evening had settled in. Being considerate, Ice offered to let me crash at his place, instead of the flithy hotel I had moved into ((the one across from Beaus)). He was a gentleman, offering his bed to me, while he went downstairs, and slept on the couch.

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The Nuke Reject - Update 5

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Written to some  Wolfmother

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(( Just to Clarify ))

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 (( Just to clarify something I perhaps did not make super clear


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Rogues and Renegades ( Part 1 )

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(( Just an OOC peak back into Eli's past. Hope you enjoy :) ))


 


As Eli sat in the old Chota graveyard memories began rushing back to him of the memorial tomb in which he buried many of his friends, family, and trusted lieutenants...


 


Hell we brought the World


Until Hell was our home


There's No Heaven for Outlaws


No Purgatory known


 

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The Nuke Reject - Update 4 ((for Nat when she clones))

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((This is every night since Natasha is stuck in the cloner))

Written to the following song and Whiskey drunk:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ED5s1-Fe9FA

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Harley Warhall's Rant #1 - It's my fault, my fucking fault

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((These are the IC thoughts of Harley Warhall, an Anarchist, Sniper, Loudmouth ranting from time to time on various subject affecting his everyday life. Hes got the attitude of the 80's Hardcore Punk Scene with a touch of 'I fucking told you so!' cause the bombs they were singing about actually happened and blew up society. You can imagine some kind of Henry Rollins ranting here.))

 

 

 

 

 

Draxen's Journal #2

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* Draxen writes in his journal by the campfire outside their tent *

 

Wow what a night!!!!!

I ended up meeting up with the group down in S-1. As usual the party was already in progress by the time I got there. One of these days I am actually gonna get there early...well....one day I can hope haha.

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