I usually go human, and yes, I'd love to gm.
Okay. First bit is...
Name Beatrice Ursula Slader
Age: 23
Race: human
Gender: female
Origin: preserved and mobilized
Class: marksman
Name Beatrice Ursula Slader
Age: 23
Race: human
Gender: female
Origin: preserved and mobilized
Class: marksman
Mobilized means she's been put on the field.
She's a sniper, but she works more like a rifleman.
Nein. But I put up a post for anyone to join.
Beatrice sighed softly as she looked around, making sure to sweep slowly as to catch any movement.
Beatrice looked over the bugs, seeing if there was anything strange. At the same time, she looked down, checking if anything was under her.
She chuckled, flicking them off as she kept looking.
She used her scope to check it out, sighing. "Never seen that before..."
She looked at the top, checking if anyone was there.
"A beacon?" She asked herself, seeing the color if it was a distress beacon.
She looked down at the bugs, and dangled a dropping pile over an ants head, before dropping it.
Beatrice then smirked as she tossed three pikes, watching the weighted, poisoned spears crash through their armor and into their heads.
She slid down the ladder, and headed to the tower.
Not too far away, there was a male trying to keep himself undetected from anything that could attack, noticing the two structures a bit far from one another but not rushing towards any of them yet being cautious about what he could possibly face. maybe an ambush? maybe other sets of traps. he didn't move yet but kept his eyes open.
She went for the basin, gun already held before her.
She slowed down, and looked at him