OOC: Um, planning on getting this character involved in some cross faction RP since she's not at all stereotypically evil. Wrote a little story to start it off. This is my first time I'm really dedicated to working a character out and getting her involved in RP. I hope the attempt well be well received. D:
Anyway, in case anyone wants to be involved with this, my character will be high enough level soon to enter the Rikti warzone. She's hoping - since Portal Corp has disappointed with their relatively primitive technology - that the Rikti will have some way for her to get back to her own dimension.
If anyone's interested, you can read more about the character at the Handbook of the Union Universe.
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"Curse you, Vogel!"
That had been the last thing that the affluent arms dealer named Esteban Marques had said. She had been morbidly amused, usually when she was done with her assault her enemies didn't have the capacity for speech anymore. Esteban had been conveniently positioned near a ledge on a tall building though, so all it took was a small push...
"Start loading the goods onto the trucks.", the tall figure clad in powered armor known as Reichsfaust Vogel said with a german accent, the mask giving a strange metallic quality to her voice.
As her personel started plundering the stocks of arms, she couldn't help but wonder whether she was turning into the same type of pond scum by plying their trade and taking over their stocks. After all, that's why she'd become an arms dealer; she had little remorse about killing these people, and the money was good, money she needed to get back home.
It had been nearly a year since she'd been stranded in this reality, after a failed attempt to usurp the Rogue Isles, dethrone Recluse, destroy Arachnos, and using the Etoile Isles as a staging ground for spreading enlightenment to new realities.
She'd been the only one to get out alive, unable to return to her home, her own world. She had been hunted by Arachnos, but managed to evade them. Then, as she grew in power, there were the "heroes". They came and called her evil, though she did not understand why. They never tried to talk, they simply tried to take her down.
So she had reacted in kind. The only ones who weren't out to get her now were underlings, like the ones scurrying around to grab the stocks of some other unfortunate, now dead, arms dealer. Scum trying to make a quick buck from her efforts, but at least they weren't trying to imprison her. Or worse.
A nearby TV set with bad reception crackles out some news about Rikti assaulting Cap Au Diable. Glowing eyes fix on it, scrutinizing the enemy she had spent all this time getting ready to face.
Soon, she thinks to herself, I'll have the money to buy clearance for the warzone, then maybe I'll find what I seek.
Maybe with their advanced technology I can find my way home.
OOC: Um, planning on getting this character involved in some cross faction RP since she's not at all stereotypically evil. Wrote a little story to start it off. This is my first time I'm really dedicated to working a character out and getting her involved in RP. I hope the attempt well be well received. D:
Anyway, in case anyone wants to be involved with this, my character will be high enough level soon to enter the Rikti warzone. She's hoping - since Portal Corp has disappointed with their relatively primitive technology - that the Rikti will have some way for her to get back to her own dimension.
If anyone's interested, you can read more about the character at the Handbook of the Union Universe.
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"Curse you, Vogel!"
That had been the last thing that the affluent arms dealer named Esteban Marques had said. She had been morbidly amused, usually when she was done with her assault her enemies didn't have the capacity for speech anymore. Esteban had been conveniently positioned near a ledge on a tall building though, so all it took was a small push...
"Start loading the goods onto the trucks.", the tall figure clad in powered armor known as Reichsfaust Vogel said with a german accent, the mask giving a strange metallic quality to her voice.
As her personel started plundering the stocks of arms, she couldn't help but wonder whether she was turning into the same type of pond scum by plying their trade and taking over their stocks. After all, that's why she'd become an arms dealer; she had little remorse about killing these people, and the money was good, money she needed to get back home.
It had been nearly a year since she'd been stranded in this reality, after a failed attempt to usurp the Rogue Isles, dethrone Recluse, destroy Arachnos, and using the Etoile Isles as a staging ground for spreading enlightenment to new realities.
She'd been the only one to get out alive, unable to return to her home, her own world. She had been hunted by Arachnos, but managed to evade them. Then, as she grew in power, there were the "heroes". They came and called her evil, though she did not understand why. They never tried to talk, they simply tried to take her down.
So she had reacted in kind. The only ones who weren't out to get her now were underlings, like the ones scurrying around to grab the stocks of some other unfortunate, now dead, arms dealer. Scum trying to make a quick buck from her efforts, but at least they weren't trying to imprison her. Or worse.
A nearby TV set with bad reception crackles out some news about Rikti assaulting Cap Au Diable. Glowing eyes fix on it, scrutinizing the enemy she had spent all this time getting ready to face.
Soon, she thinks to herself, I'll have the money to buy clearance for the warzone, then maybe I'll find what I seek.
Maybe with their advanced technology I can find my way home.