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Cassius Deigheist Appearance Age: 29 Birthday: 11th of October Weight: 100 kg Height: 6'1 Eye color: Gray Other: Multiple whip/blade scars on body Positive traits -Stoic -Strong-willed -Crafty -Meticulous -Insightful Negative traits -Haunted -Self-assured -Easy to anger...

"Ah, the lieutenant socializes more than me because he has to talk to give orders and all that. Also has to look good unless he wants someone getting pissed off at him. And people getting pissed off at you can be deadly in this line of work." He laughed again when Argus talked about meeting the...

Nikolai rushed in after Azlyn, tackling the man he had targeted to a wall. The man attempted to grab at Nikolai's wrists to stop the soon-to-be-coming blows, yet as his fists were covered in a smooth material that quickly hardened over, it gave him a quick burst of strength, delivering a few...

Nikolai had been staring at the ground almost the entire drive, tense would be a good way to describe his current state of being. The only time he would look up is when Genevieve said his name, snapping up for a quick second to show he understood.Although taking in all of his surroundings too...

Michael laughed, handing the lighter over to him, slightly surprised that he took a cigarette himself. "Oh i'm ecstatic about it Argus, just pure excitement about it." He laughed over the sarcasm, returning to his normal tone of voice "No, in all seriousness. I'm just stalling, the longer I...

Michael looked over at his rifle when Argus made the comment, shrugging a bit and looking back at him "Just an issue with one of the scopes..." Michael mumbled, tossing the small object in his hand into a box on the floor near his feet. "And about the new weapons specialist, I've yet to meet him...

Nikolai stood on one side of the room, rubbing a few bruises here and there. His exposed chest had revealed many all around the ribs. Yet the main concerning factor on his body were the pulsating tendrils on his veins. He went over to a metal chair in the corner of the room, sitting down with a...

Nikolai laughed, taking a few steps forward and smirking as he looked back at Genevieve "Next for what, gonna make me socialize; or else? Would love to see you try, miss." He snickered again, his Russian accent making a slight appearance while he was talking, no matter how hard he had been...

Nikolai stepped out from behind Genevieve, forming a parallel, or more correctly an opposite, to her military stance with his own; his arms crossed, his longer hair, and the main article on his clothing standing out being the dark leather jacket he was wearing gave him that 'punkish' look...

"Your resident sniper is doing wonderful today Argus, thanks for asking." At the time Argus had rounded the corner to ask the question, Michael had been looking through a lens towards the other side of the room, something on his face giving away he wasn't pleased with the results of whatever the...

Michael had been settling into the new ship, and since they were docked, been dragging in excessive amounts of ammo to compensate for last mission, probably too much, but his own room was his aesthetic, and his aesthetic was apparently spare bullets all over the place, on drawers, lined up near...

Michael had, in traditional Michael fashion, been absolutely quiet and separated on the field. After the small skirmish where the three had entered the building and went to securing the civilians, he had found places to provide covering fire, taking down an attacker or two when necessary, but...

Mike had watched the drones approach, waiting for a clear shot on another one as Saami had started the fight with his first takedown. Before he took his shot, he tapped his comms bead "When I shoot, I'm gonna have to move. Far. If those drones are as fast as they were 30 seconds ago, they'll be...

"Right, I got eye's on him. He's up high." There were some sounds of clicking as Mike began working on the massive rifle, resting it on a bipod on the window. "Beginning counter-sniping now, folks." With a singular, tremendously loud shot, Mike had fired into where he had last seen the sniper...

Michael had taken a few moments to check that the area around him was clear, now that he was alone, he had himself and only himself to rely on. Though in truth, this was the way he liked it. After a few moments of watching and listening to his surroundings, he began a climb to the top of...

Michael stood up, resting his large rifle on his shoulder as he approached the other three "Ready when you guys are." He had been looking out at the toxic, smoking atmosphere as they were getting ready. It wasn't a pleasant sight, hell, maybe one of the worst sights he had seen, but he had a bit...

Michael laughed, taking a puff from one of his cigarettes, he then raised a finger, looking at Richmond "One, if you don't want to fight, talk to the captain or lieutenant, not my problem." He raised a second finger "Two, if you really do have to after you go complain to them too, well, stay...

Michael had found the new gear given to them to be somewhat of a blessing, given the shoddy armor he had been wearing before, the new armor he quickly threw on as they approached the planet, yet he still kept his dark cloak and jacket on over it. As for the plasma rifle, he slung it over his...

Waldron nodded in agreement, it sounded like a sound idea, a caravan may have other guards or hired blades, meaning they didn't have to do all the work anymore and could possibly relax for a small while. Waldron began walking down a street, waving Emmalia on to the boundaries of the town, where...

Waldron looked back at her, and although his face obviously didn't show it, his body had a posture of surprise when Emmalia said 'Some place he'd never think of us going' He laughed for a bit, shaking his head "You say that, yet you suggested the woods, and where the hell have we been in for 5...