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A Soldier, an Assassin, and Faith Collab between Laurenz Eckhart and Emilia Lang Lehmann @Nilum Laurenz returns to his room to find the door itself unlocked. A mixture of curiosity and alarm wash over him as he flings the door open to find one of the group standing in his room, hunched over...

PC Opinions: Name: Sisera De Platine, 3rd Steward of Renalta - @slade "A man who hates the Archangel more than I... Interesting. Do not let it blind you, lest the monster hunter becomes a monster himself." (Curious, apprehensive) Name: Alice Émeline Moineau, of the venerable house of Moineau -...

#1: Interesting interactions: Alice Moineau, for an interesting disparity between beliefs and capabilities. Dean Hansen (Legend of Dean), for the similarities Laurenz has with Uthil. Barrett Ironforge, for a shared bond as soldiers, even though they are from different nations, as well as their...

Updated my sheet: Boldened the headers, fixed the minor information error in his Backend, and added two strengths and one weakness: Anvil of God, Free Holds Contacts, and Debts Owed; Debts Paid, respectively. Also explained where the rifle came from, which has to do with the addition of...

DEUS VULT

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-----PERSONAL----- NAME: Laurenz Eckhart RACE: Human AGE: 33 SEX: Male APPEARANCE: Broad shoulders, fit but not overly muscled. Fairly tall, about 6'2" in height, and weighing approximately 270 pounds. Short, Dirty Blonde hair, with a short, well-maintained beard supported by a strong jawline...

Put me in coach

Guess I'll throw in my two cents. I'm a Buddhist, and my mother is wiccan and highly spiritual. This is context for my current beliefs about the topic: A big fat maybe. I hold a strong belief that these sorts of things are only as real as one wishes them to be. Surely there are reasons for many...

*snorts and stumbles into the room, freshly awake* Eh, huh? It's been a year already? Good. GIT OFF MAH LAWN YE DAMN WHIPPERSNAPPERS. Nah, just kidding. Have fun, ya nerds.

Russell clicks his radio on, ensuring everyone hears his answer. "We'll clear out the Food Lines district. It may be a tougher fight, but it will help ease up our defense in the long term. Being able to move troops quickly is vital for a counteroffensive. Once we finish up there, we can decide...

AVSTERE snapped to attention with a sharp "Yes, Sir!", before simply stating something as an afterthought. "Respectfully, sir, a toaster is just a death ray with a low power output, sir." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The next twenty-three hours went by without much action for...

"Solid Snake" "One-eyed Monster"

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Loyalties: A collab between @Axl and @Nilum Russell grits his teeth as his weapon spews lead at the fools who thought they could take on the Coalition's forces, the recoil rattling down to his very bones. The bullets cut down his enemies like a scythe against wheat, and moments later the zone...

Mmmmmmaybe. Seems neato burrito

Russell simply gives a soft grunt that sounds somewhere between a scoff and an affirmation. "Normally, I'd agree with you. But are you going to shoot back and take cover while you're painting those tanks for our birds?"

AVSTERE was one of the first to arrive on the shuttle pad. He had spent the previous few days saying his final goodbyes to his former squadmates, and so he had nothing left to do on the day of the departure. Most of his time was spent at parade attention off to the side of the pad, with what...

Russell Johnson, The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago, Coalition Soldier. #1: "I'm Russell. Nice to meet you." #2: "I want the Bunker to be safe, and I also want to be rid of this weak immune system." #3: "A good evening? Hm... I'd have to say something quiet and peaceful, while I tinker with...