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Looks great mate, cheers.

I got you fam. I was very drunk when I made that, Sober time! Name: Abelard "Fire storm" Richter Description: Ragged Mage robes., A long staff. A small Breton, very old judging by his beard. Primary skill: Master level Destruction spells, Master of Fire. Misc skills: Master of Fire spells. He is a legendary Haggler, he could bring a shop to bankrupcy. Disadvantages: He is very much a Mad man, being very old for his age, it is known to very few. Backstory: Being a family of nobles, he left his land at a very young age. Seeking glory, he heard tails of brave men and women in Skyrim, Whiterun. After traveling for a long time, he reached Whiterun. After having been trained from Powerful Mages in High rock, the trials they offered were no match for his level. On his travels he made home in many caves and caverns. Finding a cave on the boarder of High-Rock there lay a Staff embedded in rock. After 12 hours of trying to get it out, he managed to get it out. After trying to see what it did, it spawned a flaming.... Thing.... Unknown to him he wished it away very quickly. "By the god's the thing was huge!" He said, finding the power in it, he will not use it unless it is VERY dire.

I got you fam. I was very drunk when I made that, Sober time! Name: Abelard "Fire storm" Richter Description: Ragged Mage robes., A long staff. A small Breton, very old judging by his beard. Primary skill: Master level Destruction spells, Master of Fire. Misc skills: Master of Fire spells. He is a legendary Haggler, he could bring a shop to bankrupcy. Disadvantages: He is very much a Mad man, being very old for his age, it is known to very few. Backstory: Being a family of nobles, he left his land at a very young age. Seeking glory, he heard tails of brave men and women in Skyrim, Whiterun. After traveling for a long time, he reached Whiterun. After having been trained from Powerful Mages in High rock, the trials they offered were no match for his level. On his travels he made home in many caves and caverns. Finding a cave on the boarder of High-Rock there lay a Staff embedded in rock. After 12 hours of trying to get it out, he managed to get it out. After trying to see what it did, it spawned a flaming.... Thing.... Unknown to him he wished it away very quickly. "By the god's the thing was huge!" He said, finding the power in it, he will not use it unless it is VERY dire.

Mark smiles, "Our special Captain, Mr. Valorallen Vitellia" "I believe it was in the Theater hall if I am not mistaken... Won't hurt to look around anyway." he closes his pocket watch, heading north of the ships direction, having no idea where he is going.

Name: Mark "Flame bringer" Syion Description: Ragged Wizard clothing, a long magical staff. He is Old and wise, staying behind in a fight, in which he exels in quickly Primary skill: Conjuration is the Magic he is a expert in, legend tells he is able to spawn a Oblivion God,or was it that he turned into a dog? but that Can't be true... Misc skills: Being a Breton, he is a master of magic, Strong points are Conjuration and Fireballs, and god help the souls of the merchants, he will hagle them down into Oblivion Disadvantages: People say he is loosing his mind, after turning a child into a chicken once, he spent two days in a cell before paying for bail. But what would happen in a fight, that's to be seen. Backstory: Being Born and Raised in High Rock, Mark set out to find adventure before he turned 24. flamboyant, intelligent, willful, and a excellent cook, his family adored him. Being from a family of Petty kings and lord's his father asked him to take his place as Family heir, denying the request, he set out to the World of Tamriel. After first stopping by at the College of Winterhold, he spent his days learning Conjuration Magic and Cave spelunking. After entering a Cave, he felt a precence unknown to him, going deeper into the Cave, he found a staff embeded into a Rock. After some careful digging, he took the staff for his own. After studying the staff for years he found out how it worked. Trying it out the first time in the hall of the college, it spawned a frightining creature, a "Oblivion hell-spawn" he called it, after it slayed the Arch-Mage of the college Marks quick thinking led him to stealing the Arch-mages clothes and throwing him down the mountain which the college was sitting apon. After leaving the college with haste, he set out to Whiterun seeking a place to stay, and perhaps work too.

Mark looks at his pocket watch, "I believe there is going to be a meeting in ten minutes, I could be wrong... Would you like to come with? He looks around her room from the door, it's the same as his. "I saw a Old Captain at Boarding gate A,has some children too, guess who that could be" he smiles." Looks like we are not the only people from the Exodus here, this should be fun" he grins. "Oh, and I also saw a pool on the Main-deck, I am guessing thats where everyone will be." "So, wanna come with?"

After spotting Inis before entering the elevator Mark gave a quick wave and thumbs he enters the elevator and walks to his room. Sporting some trousers and a loose T-shirt, he enters his "Fancy" room, complete with a King sized bed and all! After sorting his things out, he pulls up a TV show, and picks one at random, he has a quick shower and puts on a suit and tie. After getting dressed and dried, he exits his room and knocks on Room "2105" Inis's Room.

Docking a semi-large ship in a busy port is always a pain. After waiting one hour just to get a space Mark Syion dock at docking Area "51A". Making a mess of the parking, chipping his paint job while at it, he curses under his breath, he lets out a sigh and pulls a ticket out of his backpack "A Vacation will do me good, I wonder what trouble could happen..." Letting the remark sligh, he disambarks his vessel and sets out to find his home for the next few weeks. The "NSS Boadicea" It did not take long to find, a large queue and a large ship stood infront of him, looking at his ticket with the "Please enter gate B" he let out a sigh "I wish I could have upgraded to First class with cash..." Standing in queue a stern looking red Unathi stood infront of him "Ticket, mack". Marks showed him his ticket and let him search his luggage and backpack. "Alright, welcome to the NSS Boadicea" A grin settled on his face "Home sweet home, who knows what could await me."

How about the fucking QM who ordered all that shit!

Name: Tyrone Syion Age: 51 Gender: Male Race: Human/African-American Employment Information : Tier 7r: Roboticts/Scientist. Level 3/Level 1 Is there anything that you are legally obligated to reveal, or anything that you wish to notify the crew about: No. I, the undersigned, agree to abide by all corporate regulations for the duration of the cruise, which is determined from the time I physically board the vessel to the time that I depart the Boadicea at the end of the cruise. I understand that NanoTrasen is not to be held liable for any harm or misfortune that befalls me as a result of this cruise. Signature:

Same goes for me, If you want I can give you up to 20 Eur. For it. Just a picture of Mark Syion ^^

Name:Mark Syion Age:49 Gender:Male Race:Human/White Employment Information ((Please list employment title(s) and levels, and the job tier. Refer to http://=http://aurorastation.org/wiki/index.php?title=NanoTrasen_Occupation_Qualifications]NanoTrasen Occupation Qualifications for further information)):Tier 5's+(?): Security Officer/ Warden Level 3,Tier 5c: QM level 1 Is there anything that you are legally obligated to reveal, or anything that you wish to notify the crew about:I carry a unloaded pistol in a holster, permits and permission can be attained on request. Signature: Dr. Mark Syion

You what? You could have just thrown a flashbang in there and I would be down. You did not even have to be shooting me. And about the E-gun.. Just no.. People don't just pick up a E-gun ans shoot the guy because of "Lag" First even to pick the gun you have to hover over it and then click it, what you are really trying to say is that you spam clicked the E-gun and JUST moved your mouse over my character and clicked again? Sounds like bull to me...

This is a FUCKING horrible act of adminship I have ever seen. *Blabbers about something being Gameadmin* How could you even do such a Thing? *Blabbers about "The good 'Ol days* I remember the fucking source code being take from the Original server and being turned into the TG. *Blabbers about...Dicks?* This is a god damn roleplay server not a God damn Furry server, you want a fucking Furry joke? Have one you cock sucker: So a fox and a giraffe walk into a bar, the fox gets drunk and the giraffe passes out, the fox gets up to leave and makes it to the door before the bar tender shouts at him, "HEY, you can't leave that lyin' there." the fox slightly bemused turns around and says, "that's not a lion, its a giraffe."

Usually on weekends around 15:00 and at 19:00 on workdays. Herp... What timezone are you in?

Ah.. Sadly I was in the "Minor" crit so I saw and heard everythibg up to you shooting me in thr face two times, that armour is kinda good

Aye, a dick move really. As this was a bug character and sadly got ended up as a Traitor, me being me decided to have a show down. It was fun, but I was very surprised when I was executed by a emote when in crit. And then not being cloned? When you clone someone, you can just arrest them after... There is no hasstle IN cloning someone. While she has never been hostile to me directly, she has a attitude I dislike, (No haterino) But I do have this small feeling she will lash out on this post sadly... It was one hell of a gun fight tho.

Sounds good to me, count me in. PM me if you want my skype

Aye, that is what I wanted to say, thanks ^^

I don't see how this is an argument that in any way related to the topic at hand. If you have an idea like that, take it to general or suggestions, where the community members can discuss it. We're here to talk about a specific event(which has seriously devolved enough already). Well, I WAS trying to help the post get on track... Suppose it did not work.

Wait a fucking minute. IS THAT A METAL GEAR SOLID REFERANCE? Kept you waiting, huh?

M-My I but in here? Thanks. Its seems that An-tags have been Un-Original as of late. (My self included, I have been just either. 1. Try and find the clown ship and come back and be the Clown Overlord HONK, or find the Spy Satalite and play music and listen to private coms for the whole round. The problem with the both of these is that it takes time finding one of them.) An-tags need Auto-Objectives, I say this now, they really do. Getting a Auto-Objecitve is great, Here is a example. 1. Steal the (What ever head is on, if there is no head, then a random person on the station) jumpsuit. That involves the An-tag to get friendly with the Character and (When the time comes, steal the jumpsuit). Sure they could just shoot the fucker, but that would be just ganking, and would ruin a perfectly good jumpsuit. To be honest, I love when An-tags go on a killing spree, and when we have a firefight, oh boy, is that fun. (Thats just my robust talking, fix them revolvers yo.) That concludes my side of it, it is not perfect and in no way means that it SHOULD be there, but as a option, you know? Feel free to jump in on ideas and how An-tags could be original and stuff.

Looking as this image I just said... "Ooo, Owch, Oh...Why..." There are alot of mistakes in there that need to be fixed: 1. Things in windows, just no. 2. There is a converbelt infront of a table... Why... 3. The windoor should be on the other side. If you fix all those, should be fine.