Name: Theo
How can I contact you?: Skype, which is theo.wake
Other: Nothing of note. Been rping for 10 years or so, so I’m pretty decent at the whole deal. RE: her action skill, I’d be willing to change it if Phasewalk didn’t seem right. Phaselock or even Angel’s Siren ability could also work out for her. Anything works.
Character: Rose Lalonde
Age: Mid-20’s
Planet of orgin: Athenas
Class: Siren
Action skill: Phasewalk
Species: Human
At least a paragraph of your RP style:
The air on Pandora never tasted quite right to her. It never would, she supposed, a sign of what was irreversibly wrong about the entire rocky globe. Water was scarce at best, but that wasn’t it. The scent of blood in the air didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would, either, nor did the ever-present mechanical stink of Sanctuary (though it had bugged her enough that she’d left as soon as possible to seek her own glories).
She supposed, in the end, it was the taste of madness. It was like a spore, a plague that swept through everything on the planet and infected it bit by bit. It had definitely affected the flora and fauna, and who could argue that the Bandits had any sense of right, wrong, or even what day it was? She put her hand on her hip as the first of the psychos surged over the hill toward her. “No meat bicycle?” she asks innocently, and the lead one stopped, shocked, infuriated perhaps that he had forgotten his wild vehicle of raw flesh.
He recovered, though, and hefted his buzz-axe with manic purpose. “MY CONDUCT IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE, SENATOR!” he declared confidently, and hurled the weapon at her. She was already gone.
The Maliwan SMG was warm in her hands as she rushed into the midst of the horde, the Psycho Bandits moving through veritable molasses. With a detonation of energy spawned simply from the fact that in this dimension she shouldn’t be where she currently was, they were sent flying in a wave of limbs and gore. The SMG barked in her hands as she spun, gunning down the few still standing with hissing rounds of lurid green acid. As the last one fell, shrieking, she sighed and slung the weapon over her back. “Someday I will actually see a meat bicycle and will have wished I never did.”
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