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"Miklos Papadopoulos" "Advanced Systems Engineer" Identity Particulars Full Name: Miklos Katsakis Papadopoulos Aliases: Seer Date of Birth: October 16, 13a1 Place of Birth: Hypatia, Langara Sex: Male Race: Human, Aschen Ethnicity: Tauron Complexion: Fair Eyes: Hazel Hair: Brown Scars...

Aeldric finally felt himself, at the same time as the sensation of reality turning like the gear in a massive clock faded. He stood stock still for a moment, and took a deep breath. He felt...alright. Despite the horrors of the day and having all of his inadequacies laid bare, he felt better...

It was with a heavy heart threatening to succumb to guilt that Aeldric led the way past the last remaining line of defenders and into the depths of the temple. As the carved and filigreed bas-relief laden walls gave way to rough primordial stone, Aeldric reflected on his past mistakes one last...

With a heavy heart, Aeldric turned away from the blocked entrance to the temple, and beheld what remained of whom he once called friend. "Taro," he said with a trembling voice forlornly, "Clear the mist, I'll take care of Rynhart." The world shuddered, reality threatened to bursts at the seams...

With the moment of silence Aeldric gained from his companions, he paused to listen. He could feel the rising crescendo of darkness that gathered closer to them. He opted not to focus on that, for that was not what would help them in this situation. Light and Void. Void and Light. That was the...

Aeldric didn't get the chance to acknowledge Taro's pithy genius in the face of death before the creature was upon them again. Upon seeing the beast's barbed tail strike at Rolando—the same barbed tail he had burned out of existence—He knew things were dire and he desperately needed to confer...

In the scant moments before the end of his life, Aeldric was reminded of his purpose. Throughout the entire ordeal of the day, he had fought like a blind man as his world collapsed around him. Unable to reconcile the fact that his failure in leadership had led to such a decline, he fought...

Smoke and flames choked the skies around the normally placid Isle Elysia; the clanging echoes of steel meeting steel merged with the dying screams of good men and women in an ode to the perils of hubris. The once utmost indomitable bastion of a world spanning order dedicated to everything that...

Name: Aeldric Gudmund Gunnarson Race: Human (Northlands) Affiliation: Grandmaster of the Elysian Vanguard Age: 46 Height: 6'3" (190 cm) Weight: 185 lbs (84 kg) Aeldric is—much like his faith in the Light—a living example in sturdiness. Broad of shoulder, barrel chested, and long of...

"Draaven might need help," Ragenard said sarcastically to Nadel. "Unscrewing the lids on the engine reservoirs might be too tough for him." His words were tinged with levity, but his eyes as he passed Nadel on his way to the warehouse were tight with trepidation in a way that it wasn't likely...

Ragenard decided it was best to just shrug off Aimee's behavior away from now. It was her business if she wanted to switch to a teetotaler lifestyle. Though in his view she'd be wasting her time as she'd either live enough to drink again at some point in the next couple of centuries, or she'd be...

(As written by Scrimshaw and Dashmiel) “Can’t speak for the sandwiches solving all of our problems back then,” muttered Ragenard with a smirk. “Maybe an extra dose of your lady-like manner could have done it.” he added as he slid in behind the wheel. For a long few seconds, he made no move to...

Ragenard nodded appreciatively whilst sipping his beer as Draaven's pack hit the floor with a satisfying clank. He'd forgotten during the more peaceful times; he'd forgotten how good it felt to have people stand by you who didn't ask any questions, just came loaded for bear thick or thin. He...

The last dregs of the afternoon sun were struggling valiantly against the rush hour exhaust fumes as early evening winked hello, the pale daylight moon starting to gain luminescence as sunset was nearly out of the way. Ragenard was late. Very late. Sure, he had plenty of reasons. But he...

The morning was young enough that the sun’s pale rays still struggled to banish the wispy fog that always seemed to pool around Lutetian early mornings as Ragenard drove up to the warehouse at the abandoned tracks. Who he procured the oversized camper trailer attached to the dingy pickup from...

Ragenard set the phone down, and twisted to lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling as a cloud of smoke surrounded him in the still air. “That wasn’t so hard...now to figure out how to keep the daughter from growing into the father...fucking Jacques, we could have figured things out...bastard,”...

as written by Dashmiel and Faithy Ragenard sat alone in his borrowed room at the back of the med center. His large frame stretched out crosswise on the small cot, his back to the wall. He pinched a generous amount of ground marijuana and tobacco from a small grinder at his side onto a piece of...

Ragenard gave a terse nod to the news as he listened, taking deep drags on the joint. He spun and weaved plans in his mind as he held his breath, letting the cooling smoke suffuse him as it quieted his mind. Part of him was full of concern and hope for his packmates to pull through, but a new...

The scent of burning ganja and a weary sigh preceded Ragenard’s walk up the corridor towards Desmond’s vigil in front of Baron’s room. It had been a very long day, and it was far from over yet. But putting to rest the doubt of who had betrayed them buoyed Ragenard’s spirits somewhat. But only...

(Mutation in Progress) Name: Ragenard Guiscard Race: Issunar Werewolf (Born) Age: 83 Nationality: Lutetian (Born), Iverian (Naturalized) Affiliation: Leader of the Bloodstone Pack (Currently) Human Form Height: 7'1" (216 cm) Weight: 283 lbs (128 kg) Wolf Form (Current Mutation)...