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by Virenna » Mon Dec 15, 2014 7:59 pm
Virenna wrote:
Full Name: Justinian Roseville
Age : 37
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Strict, authoritative A-type, though unusually calm in times of great stress. Highly loyal and even more efficient, many remark that "even a painting can't win a staring contest against Justinian-and a painting doesn't make you that creeped out either."
Voice: Might as well go with the appearance actor, Rupert Friend
Skills: Strong technical skills, specifically in the communication and cryptology fields. Knowledge of psychological and physical interrogational tactics, as well as a basic fluency in Farsi. Always keeps his cool and enforces the decisions of the captain no matter their popularity.
Weaknesses: Justinian is an extreme stickler for the rules, following protocol to a "T", and therefore can find it difficult to accept rapid improvisational decisions with no precedence. Shows very little outward empathy to anyone at all, which can largely alienate him from his peers during emotionally-straining times.
Birthplace: Stonington, Maine, the USA.
Nationality: American.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Prior Bounty-Fishing Work:
-USS Tarawa (7 years)
-USS Wasp (2 years)
-The Sapphire and the Reina del Mar (1 year)
Desired Position: Master at Arms
Background:
Justinian was born in Maine to a humble lobster fisherman and an eccentric writer, who decided to name her child after the famed Byzantine emperor. Growing up in the small, idyllic fishing town of Stonington proved to be a wonderful experience for Justinian. Whether it was hanging around the harbor with friends, fishing with his father, or reading book after book in his mother's small study, Justinian was easily recognized as a precocious, curious boy, often provoking the smug, assured grin of his mother and the deep, swelling pride of his hardworking father. Justinian was always enraptured with his father's stories of the sea and his mother's adventure novels.
Things changed when his father's ship vanished one stormy night without a trace when Justinian was 13 years old; though numerous intensive searches and federal investigations were attempted, neither the vessel nor any traces of the crew were ever found. The incident deeply affected Justinian, changing his entire demeanor-he became much more serious and introspective. He was secretly devastated that people would eventually just give up, just let his father disappear like some old grocery receipt. His father's ghost never seemed to stop haunting him.
When he had the opportunity, Justinian joined the US Navy, successfully becoming a Naval Intelligence Specialist with a reputation whispered about after exploits while stationed in the Persian Gulf; his intelligence led to significant strikes across the Middle East, including naval bombings in Iran, Pakistan's Tribal Zone, and Iraq, using both advanced cryptological and communication data as well as human intelligence throughout the region. Justinian personally felt thrilled by the American interventions in the Middle East during the tumultuous days of the War on Terror; it had given him a sense of purpose that he had never felt before.
After leaving the Navy, Justinian was called once again to the mystery of his father's death, especially with the emergence of Aquatic-Cryptids, believing that it could've been an AQ that killed his father. His strict, orderly personality and ability to keep a team on task, as well as an expertise in weapons and communications, quickly had him contacted as a Master-at-Arms at two previous bounty-hunting ventures before this one, and although both times he narrowly avoided death against a particularly deadly octopus off the coast of Australia and an unidentified anomaly in the South China Sea (both disasters, of course, attributed to lackadaisical captains who refused his repeated advice), the experiences gave him the experience needed to try once again. He hopes one day in pursuit of AQs he will finally come to know what happened to his father and find some sort of closure-not that he'd ever voice this out loud.
By completing this document and by giving your signature, you adhere to follow the terms and conditions of this contract for a period of 6 months. At the end of this period, you are free to cease your association with the Hyena, and with the leasing company. You will be paid an initial $5,000 USD base payment, with a monthly $5,000 hazard stipend; all of which will be paid by HYDRA MARITIME SECURITY SOLUTIONS. Your further income will be determined by the number of bounties completed. Please sign your name below.
Justinian Roseville
by Cylarn » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:12 pm
by Cylarn » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:29 pm
Brechalht wrote:Cylarn wrote:Brechalht, at the time that your character was in school, the ACs were simply myths and rumors until the earthquakes (presumably). You could have written a thesis on cryptids, but this was long before the ACs made their public debut. Edit this, and you'll be accepted.
Virenna, the bounty ships your character served on probably weren't USS-designated vessels. Bounty vessels are privately-owned, either by individuals or companies.
Done!
by Virenna » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:35 pm
Cylarn wrote:Brechalht, at the time that your character was in school, the ACs were simply myths and rumors until the earthquakes (presumably). You could have written a thesis on cryptids, but this was long before the ACs made their public debut. Edit this, and you'll be accepted.
Virenna, the bounty ships your character served on probably weren't USS-designated vessels. Bounty vessels are privately-owned, either by individuals or companies.
by Reverend Norv » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:35 pm
Full Name: Caleb Andrew Stewart
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Appearance: Caleb is a moderately tall man, a hair over six feet, with a classic swimmer's build: trim waist, long limbs, overdeveloped shoulders, thick chest. Age has not slowed him, or added paunch, though he occasionally moves gingerly thanks to an old knee injury that never properly healed. His hair is solid grey, a dull gunmetal color, and worn in a short buzz cut; he is clean-shaven, and his face is heavy-boned and square-jawed, with a looming brow ridge over deep-set green eyes. His skin is weathered from years of sea and sun, leathery and crisscrossed with fine wrinkles and old scars. Caleb generally wears simple clothing: blue jeans, work boots, white linen shirts, and a leather bomber jacket with a small silver eagle pinned to the collar: the rank insignia of a Coast Guard commander.
Personality:
Caleb Stewart hates and loves the sea. He has spent his life upon the waves, and when he looks out at the ocean, its vastness and beauty still astound him. There is a sensitivity to Caleb, you see, an undemonstrative and quiet consciousness of beauty, sorrow, glory. He makes rapid sketches in a little book that he carries around with him. In private, he is easily moved to tears.
But every time Caleb looks at the sea, he has another reaction: fear. Long before the aquatic cryptids appeared, Caleb spent his life confronting the fact that the ocean alone could be deadlier than any terrorist or drug smuggler: when its vast power turned against a man, he faced not a human foe but the Earth itself. And so Caleb exudes a steely competence, but also a strange fatalism. His God is a distant judge, weighing considerations incomprehensible to the mind of man. When all is said and done, a man can fight the sea all he wants, and his life will still be in God's hands.
A lifetime on the sea has taught Caleb other habits as well. He is a perfectionist, because there is absolutely no margin for error in the fight against the ocean; the ocean does not make mistakes, not ever. In times of crisis, he moves rapidly to take command; confusion and hesitation are anathema to him, and he acts swiftly to stamp them out. When the waters are calmer, Caleb prefers to delegate. He is a fine judge of character, and he can assess the reliability and skill of subordinates with ease. Often, Caleb will use what the German military used to call auftrag orders: he will tell his crew what needs to be done, rather than how they are to do it, and trust in their competence and initiative to find a way to fulfill the objective. This gives working for Caleb the quality of enduring a constant regime of testing, as the captain watches to assess the effectiveness and initiative of his crew.
But if Caleb is always watching and quietly judging his crew, he is also their most passionate advocate. In fact, a deep bedrock of selfless decency underlies Caleb's character: he joined the Coast Guard rather than any other branch of the military because he desired to save lives, not end them. So deep does this selflessness go that Caleb often has to be reminded to eat a decent meal, or get the occasional night's sleep; his instinct is to work himself half to death. And while his instinct to protect and save extends to all in need, it is channelled most potently toward the people whom he regards as his team, his family: Caleb's crew. In his quiet, oddly gentle, vaguely fatherly way, Caleb cares about his people even when he is riding them hardest. In the vast emptiness of the ocean, anyone who stands with you becomes your family.
Skills:
Caleb has spent his life at sea. The son and grandson of New England fishermen, he has been living on the decks of ships since he was a small child. At sea on those rusted fishing boats, the boy learned the rhythms of the oceans: the way the sky looked before a storm, the gentle pressure of the wind, the fine gradations in the color of the water that spoke of plankton, sandbanks, schools of cod. As a Coast Guard officer, those skills were honed over decades of experience, and became so deeply rooted as to be almost unconscious. Caleb feels the sea in his bones; his sense for weather, depth, wind and current seems almost magical. He has spent more time keeping ships afloat amidst hurricanes than all but a few other men alive on Earth; he can feel the coming of a big wave in his knees, hear a sudden gale on the wind before it strikes. For a bounty fisherman, this deep gut instinct is invaluable; Caleb can all but smell ACs, in ways that elude rational explanation.
But for the first twenty years of his career, Caleb was a warrior as well as a sailor. His time in the Coast Guard's Tactical Law Enforcement Teams has given him formidable combat skills, especially in a waterborne environment. Caleb is a crack shot, capable of rapid pinpoint accuracy at close range even under gale conditions - though his weapons skill is much less pronounced beyond 500 meters. He is also a formidable close combatant, trained in a wide variety of martial arts and fighting styles, and with a particular affinity for the cramped, brutal fights on unstable footing that characterize shipboard combat. While he was never a better than average diver, Caleb was a superb rescue swimmer, and he retains the mixture of immense physical endurance and iron emotional control required to brave fifty-foot waves and tow a storm victim to safety; to say that he is a strong swimmer would be an understatement. And though he is battered by years of injury, Caleb remains in phenomenal physical condition for a man of his years, a state of affairs maintained by daily exercise.
Intellectually, Caleb is intelligent in a dogged, single-minded kind of way. He has a tremendous ability to focus on a single issue, to the exclusion of all other considerations. This can be both a strength and a weakness, but it does allow him to compensate for a life that has had little time for book learning. The captain has been known to teach himself whole scientific theories in a matter of days, and he once became fluent in Portuguese in under a year. But - except when it comes to matters of seafaring - Caleb tends to be unimaginative, conservative in his approach to intellectual challenges. Nonetheless, he has the mental qualities that are most important in a crisis leader: the ability to reach instant, confident decisions and to create simple and effective plans on a second's notice. Caleb Stewart is hard to fluster and harder to panic; coolness and focus are his mental trademarks.
But perhaps Caleb's greatest skills and strengths are the ones that are hardest to pin down: his character, and his capacity for leadership. Caleb has at his core a profound strength, a strength that lies not in willpower but in his very nature - for he was put on this Earth to help others, and he knows it. As long as he is doing that, Caleb is fulfilled; deprivation, suffering, and even death are all secondary to that. And along with this clear self-knowledge comes a capacity to see others clearly: to understand, plainly and without judgment, their skills and weaknesses - those places of greatness and fear hidden from others, that even they themselves cannot see. Caleb's capacity for leadership is thus quiet, and personal. It lies not in rousing speeches, but in quiet talks on deck in the long watches of the starlit night. Through understanding, he earns trust; through trust, he leads. It is a simple formula, but one that builds upon the strongest bonds of affection between a good captain and his crew.
Weaknesses:
As a captain, Caleb Stewart does not suffer fools lightly. Often, this is a good thing, but it has a dangerous way of spilling over into a frustrated anger at the fact that he cannot run the Hyena like a proper Coast Guard cutter. Never a man prone to shouting, Caleb nevertheless has a short temper and a scathing tongue that can cut a crewman down to size for the most trivial of offences. Caleb usually recognizes this quality in himself, and he works hard to keep it in check; a captain who turns into a petty tyrant will rapidly lose the respect of his crew. But avoidable mistakes and little acts of carelessness will all too often bring forth a dark glare and words of contempt, for to Caleb there is nothing more dangerous than mistakes at sea. “The ocean,” as he always says, “never, ever makes mistakes.”
Caleb has also been plagued for his entire life by fragile health; he easily catches colds, flus, food poisoning, and so on. In fact, it is a reasonable bet that at any given moment he is mildly ill and simply trying to work through it. Combined with the accumulated injuries and wounds of a lifetime in the Coast Guard and on board bounty fishing vessels, this means that Caleb’s formidable physical skills are counterbalanced by a wide variety of temporary and permanent ailments ranging from dysentery to a bad knee and back again. Privately, the captain’s default expression is often a stoic grimace of discomfort.
Birthplace: Gloucester, Massachusetts
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: White; mostly Scottish
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Prior Bounty-Fishing Work:
SS Larkham, captain, December 2011-April 2012. Dismissed during bankruptcy of Clearwater Cryptid Clearance, Ltd.
SS Reckoning, captain, July 2012-October 2013. Ship sank during an encounter with a kraken, with the loss of all but 11 crew, including Capt. Stewart.
SS Hyena, captain, January 2014-present.
Desired Position: Captain
Background:
Caleb Stewart was born to the sea. His father was a cod fisherman from a long line of New England sailors. Caleb grew up out on the family’s boat, far beyond sight of land, the cold Atlantic waves all around, the sea air sharp in his nostrils. He was a solid if unexceptional student, though his teachers noted that when he became excited about the material he was capable of remarkable focus. But, in the turbulent years of Caleb’s upbringing in the 60s and 70s, the sea became a passion and a refuge for the boy. It was dangerous, freezing, unforgiving, incomprehensible – but it was also open, and beautiful, and free.
No boy growing up in a fishing town could avoid an understanding of the peril of seafaring. Caleb’s uncle and the father of his best friend both died in winter storms before Caleb was fifteen. The boy would stare out at the sea, and it would stare back, vast and omnipotent and malevolent, like an evil deity. At some point on one of those bitterly cold New England afternoons, Caleb swore that he would not live his life in fear of the sea. He would brave it. He would live in it. He would rescue men from its very jaws. And he would live – until God determined otherwise, and not a moment sooner.
Inspired by his neighbors’ tales of fearless Coast Guard rescue divers who risked – and often lost – their lives in the effort to save fishermen trapped at sea, Caleb applied for the Coast Guard Academy. He was accepted, and thus began a lifelong love affair with the smallest, gentlest, and least well-known of the United States’ armed forces. Something about the absolute moral earnestness of the Coast Guard appealed to Caleb: their job was to rescue drowning fishermen and stop drug smugglers. The moral clarity of the situation was absolute; there was no question of justified or unjustified war. And the self-sacrificial ethos of the Coast Guard struck a deep chord with Caleb. “You have to go out,” the saying went, “but you don’t have to come back.” No matter how suicidal the odds, a Coast Guardsman would always attempt a rescue – and that, Caleb decided, was exactly how he wanted to live his life.
After four years at the Academy in which he distinguished himself by enthusiasm, highly competent leadership, and an almost absurd level of moral earnestness, Caleb was commissioned as an ensign on a Coast Guard cutter out of Galveston. In that city, he met Mary Elliot – a lovely Texas belle. The two young people fell for each other, hard, and were married less than two years after they first met.
Shortly after the wedding, Caleb’s cutter was assigned to rescue the crew of a shrimp boat that had gone down in the midst of the annual hurricane. Gale force winds prevented the cutter from approaching the crash, but Coast Guard rules held that a rescue had to be attempted, no matter the risk. Caleb volunteered to rappel from the cutter’s helicopter and get the crew to safety. He actually managed to haul three fishermen from the water, almost drowning himself in the process, before the hurricane forced the helicopter to return to the cutter.
Caleb was promptly awarded the Coast Guard Medal, and sent to Rescue Swimmer training at Cape Disappointment (real thing). He managed to survive the course – unlike three-quarters of his peers – and spent the next five years dragging fishermen to safety under horrendous weather conditions. He was happy as a clam. Mary, whose husband was always out swimming in the middle of hurricanes, was less so. During this period, the two had a daughter, named Jean. At the time of her birth, Caleb was trying and failing to reach the crew of a sinking lobster boat in the North Atlantic.
Between rescue operations, Caleb continued to work as a Coast Guard cutter officer; by the age of thirty he was a senior lieutenant, responsible for leading boarding parties. On one such operation, Caleb’s team found itself in a shootout with drug smugglers off the Miami coast. At this time, Coast Guard combat training was minimal, but the smugglers were hardly professionals either; Caleb kept his head, kept his orders clear and confident, and ended up killing one smuggler and taking another into custody.
His competence was noted, and the Coast Guard offered him a position on one of its new Tactical Law Enforcement Teams, or TACLETs – highly trained maritime SWAT teams used to board and search hostile vessels against heavy opposition. Caleb accepted, largely to pacify Mary, who made it clear that even killing cartel smugglers was preferable to jumping into hurricanes as a career for her husband. In fact, on his third operation, a veteran of the Honduran special forces who was guarding thirty kilos of cocaine shot Caleb in the knee, and put him in the hospital for half a year. For Mary, it was the last straw. She took Jean, and left.
Caleb, for his part, returned to the TACLET. He ended up as a team commander, and was shot three more times; on the other hand, his team was responsible for more than a hundred arrests and seventeen fatalities. After being badly burned in a chemical fire in a makeshift floating meth lab off the Georgia coast, Caleb finally left the team to spend more time with Jean, who was by that time in her teens. Caleb himself was forty.
Then, of course, came 9/11, and suddenly the Coast Guard was the nation’s first line of defense against terrorist infiltration – or so the new Department of Homeland Security declared. Caleb found himself bumped up to captain and given command of his own cutter. The next decade was the busiest of his life, and one of the most satisfying; he ran an even mix of drug interdiction, counterterrorism, and disaster relief operations in the Gulf of Mexico. He still occasionally led boarding parties or rescue dives, including a disastrous operation in the chaos of post-Katrina New Orleans that ended up including both an emergency evacuation and a shootout. Two of Caleb’s Guardsmen died, and while the captain was not censured, his reputation was tarnished by whispers of negligence and daredevilry.
In 2010, two things happened: Caleb was frankly informed by his superiors that he would never make admiral, and the first confirmed reports of aquatic cryptids started coming in. Somehow, the news of the sea monsters made perfect sense to Caleb: they were everything that he had ever known in his gut about the ocean – its vastness, its terrible power, its unknowable depths, its passionless malevolence – made manifest. Of course they existed; how couldn’t they?
And so when Caleb was told that his Coast Guard career was essentially over, he mustered out at the age of fifty and started on a new path in life. The nascent business of bounty fishing was just starting up, and a veteran Coast Guard was thoroughly overqualified. Caleb was hired by Clearwater Cryptid Clearance, Ltd. – one of the first big bounty fishing corporations – and spent four months captaining the SS Larkham, during which he made three major kills and one extremely dangerous capture. In April 2011, Clearwater went bankrupt and Caleb found himself jobless; he spent a few months catching up with Jean, who had become a lieutenant in the US Navy, and then signed on with Hydra Maritime Security Solutions as the captain of the SS Reckoning.
The Reckoning sailed for almost a year, and its first few months set records for bounty fishing productivity. But after the start of 2013, a protracted run of bad luck struck, and Caleb and his crew watched as a dozen big prizes slipped through their fingers. For Hydra, the Reckoning was starting to look like money washed down the drain; against Caleb’s strenuous and occasionally profane objections, the corporate bosses ordered the Reckoning to bring in a monstrously huge kraken that had been playing hell with shipping near the Malacca Straits. Left with no choice, Caleb obeyed.
On October 21, 2013, the Reckoning found the kraken – or, rather, the kraken found it. The ship got off two harpoons, before realizing that it was up against a creature the size of an oil tanker. Caleb ordered the use of depth charges, which wounded and infuriated the beast; with almost contemptuous ease, it wrapped the Reckoning in its tentacles and crushed the ship to scrap metal. Most of the crew were killed in minutes; Caleb and about a dozen others managed to jump ship. A few of the strongest managed to swim to the distant Malaysian coast; Caleb’s training at Cape Disappointment, not for the first time, saved his life.
Possessed by a rare moment of conscience, and filled with guilt at their role in the disaster, the Hydra bureaucrats offered Caleb a new ship: the SS Hyena. Caleb thought about declining; he had concluded, with quiet pragmatism, that staying in the bounty fishing business would almost certainly kill him. But in the end, he took the job. Almost half a century ago, Caleb Stewart had sworn that he wasn’t going to live his life in fear of the sea. With the best years of his life behind him, Caleb had no intention of breaking that vow.
And so he took command of the Hyena, and it is there, as the captain of our motley crew, that we meet him now.
By completing this document and by giving your signature, you adhere to follow the terms and conditions of this contract for a period of 6 months. At the end of this period, you are free to cease your association with the Hyena, and with the leasing company. You will be paid an initial $5,000 USD base payment, with a monthly $5,000 hazard stipend; all of which will be paid by HYDRA MARITIME SECURITY SOLUTIONS. Your further income will be determined by the number of bounties completed. Please sign your name below.Caleb Stewart
by Cylarn » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:47 pm
by Sasutary Island » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:50 pm
Cylarn wrote:Sweet Jesu, Norv.
As always, welcome aboard, Captain.
Also, would anyone be up for a minor character-building RP thread in the meantime before our first mission is launched? It would be a decent way for our characters to interact with one another in an AC-free environment, and to develop relationships and opinions before the first bounty.
by Reverend Norv » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:51 pm
Cylarn wrote:Sweet Jesu, Norv.
As always, welcome aboard, Captain.
Also, would anyone be up for a minor character-building RP thread in the meantime before our first mission is launched? It would be a decent way for our characters to interact with one another in an AC-free environment, and to develop relationships and opinions before the first bounty.
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:52 pm
Cylarn wrote:Sweet Jesu, Norv.
As always, welcome aboard, Captain.
Also, would anyone be up for a minor character-building RP thread in the meantime before our first mission is launched? It would be a decent way for our characters to interact with one another in an AC-free environment, and to develop relationships and opinions before the first bounty.
by Rudaslavia » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:53 pm
Cylarn wrote:Sweet Jesu, Norv.
As always, welcome aboard, Captain.
Also, would anyone be up for a minor character-building RP thread in the meantime before our first mission is launched? It would be a decent way for our characters to interact with one another in an AC-free environment, and to develop relationships and opinions before the first bounty.
by Cylarn » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:54 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:Cylarn wrote:Sweet Jesu, Norv.
As always, welcome aboard, Captain.
Also, would anyone be up for a minor character-building RP thread in the meantime before our first mission is launched? It would be a decent way for our characters to interact with one another in an AC-free environment, and to develop relationships and opinions before the first bounty.
The NorvApp™ strikes again! Glad to be here. And that minor thread sounds nifty, if you have time to throw it up.
by Sasutary Island » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:55 pm
by Ayreonia » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:56 pm
Cylarn wrote:Sweet Jesu, Norv.
As always, welcome aboard, Captain.
Also, would anyone be up for a minor character-building RP thread in the meantime before our first mission is launched? It would be a decent way for our characters to interact with one another in an AC-free environment, and to develop relationships and opinions before the first bounty.
by Mincaldenteans » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:57 pm
Ayreonia wrote:Cylarn wrote:Sweet Jesu, Norv.
As always, welcome aboard, Captain.
Also, would anyone be up for a minor character-building RP thread in the meantime before our first mission is launched? It would be a decent way for our characters to interact with one another in an AC-free environment, and to develop relationships and opinions before the first bounty.
I like it.
by Cylarn » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:58 pm
Sasutary Island wrote:Name the Thread the "SS Hyena", have it be like at sea. As we talk to each other etc. It will be a main IC thread, where bounty hunts will branch off. After a bounty hunt, return to "SS Hyena" thread, vote, and continue the cycle.
by The Carlisle » Mon Dec 15, 2014 9:01 pm
Ayreonia wrote:Rudaslavia wrote:Well it's beyond common, especially with veterans.
That's true. The core issue I'm having here is the oversaturation of military/ex-military characters in pretty much all RPs.
I mean, you don't have to be a war vet or had some sort of massive, life-changing trauma to be interesting.
by Ayreonia » Mon Dec 15, 2014 9:09 pm
The Carlisle wrote:Ayreonia wrote:That's true. The core issue I'm having here is the oversaturation of military/ex-military characters in pretty much all RPs.
I mean, you don't have to be a war vet or had some sort of massive, life-changing trauma to be interesting.
Well, I would have made my character a regular. Except I did my research like a good little girl and learned that Iran had mandatory military service.
So if you wanna complain about it, don't complain about mine.
by The Carlisle » Mon Dec 15, 2014 9:15 pm
Ayreonia wrote:The Carlisle wrote:Well, I would have made my character a regular. Except I did my research like a good little girl and learned that Iran had mandatory military service.
So if you wanna complain about it, don't complain about mine.
I'm not complaining. I'm criticising.
As for mandatory military service, I can relate, for obvious reasons. I do object to the perceived split between regular and military people, however.
by Cylarn » Mon Dec 15, 2014 9:55 pm
by Sasutary Island » Mon Dec 15, 2014 10:00 pm
Rudaslavia wrote:Wondrous. Can't wait!
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