Just be warned that Garet's (mine) is partially cliche and partially terrible.

Or apparently you simply might not be good enough to play....

Broken down for what? I was participating in a string and dedicated in roleplaying. It just stopped, and the feedback I got from the GM was simply "Your not writing how I want you to write, so you will never advance in the game." It's a true statement of fact that it was said and it did happen, I'm simply a little shocked and disappointed that a GAME would be so harsh in selection when it comes to participants. I've been a roleplayer and a writer for decades, and honestly it's foolish for someone to tell me that I'm doing something wrong, or that I'm not up to their standards.

If you like roll on down to the 911 thread where I was participating and tell me what I did wrong. Go to the thread where my bio is and tell me what was wrong with it.

In our conversation you had said YOU would speak to cosmic, and I posted again after the conversation. I trained with my rifle as the roleplay required, waited, waited, and waited to no avail. I bumped the topic hoping for a response and nothing. To be honest it felt like I got brushed off, and if you were in my shoes you would feel the same way. That in essence is the crux of why I mentioned it in this thread. I could bump the 911 thread again, but I would be ignored some more.

You say you weren't talking down to me, but because I was adhering to something you couldnt even explain I was wrong, and THAT is fairly insulting, and again you would feel the same.

Private DoomBlade reporting for duty. I'm here, and ready for action.

HooRAH

Physical Appearance

Native Language: Basic
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Medium
Height: 6'0
Weight: 185
Age: 20
Full Name: Jearen Malix
Physical Build: A generally typical build.
Homeworld: Rylos 4


Talents/Skills

Blasters, Vibroweapons, and thrown weapons.

Generally he's fairly quiet and broody. When he does speak he does it in a gruff no nonsense manner that makes you wish you hadn't asked him to speak.

{Private Jearen Malix exited the transport ship with his rucksack slung over his shoulder. He looks around the landing bay with a scowl, and seems very focused on his purpose. Other recruits piled off the ship, but none had Jearen’s look. Compforce trained the young man to be a killer and a few small battles had hardened his heart beyond measure.}

{For the past two months the Compforce Battle groups had been waging a guerilla war on New Republic forces on Rylos 4. A Platoon of men had been charged with the task of infiltrating a Republic Prison, and rescuing an Imperial Commander who was to be interrogated. Malix was simply a soldier doing his duty for the Empire, but his actions that day made him something of a hero.}

{The plan was to take out the heavy blaster nests guarding the main gate, bull their way in with a speeder truck, blast their way into the cell block, retain the prisoner, then exfiltrate. Malix was with the nest group, and the ten men made their way towards the gate under cover of darkness. One of them was spotted and all hell broke loose. Two E-webs began ripping and scorching the earth all around the soldiers. Five of them were killed outright, two wounded, and the remaining three managed to take cover behind a small knob of earth.}

{The alert was now sounded, and there was little hope the speeder truck could bust through the gate without being disabled by the brutal rapid shots of the E-Webs. Malix broke cover and armed a grenade. One of the spotters saw him but it was too late. The grenade sailed into their position and was detonated on impact. Pieces of men and twisted metal flew from the nest as Jearen hit the ground in a belly crawl and slithered towards the hole.}

{The Republic troops in the opposite nest took pot shots with small arms, as the E-web bore down on the advancing speeder truck. Malix hit the selective fire on his rifle and shot several bursts as he approached the remaining gun. One of the men went down. The other was trying to split his attention between the insane man, and the cry cooler of the E-web. Malix let his rifle fall to his side and dove into the nest drawing his Vibroknife. Within seconds both men were eviscerated, and the nest had been pacified.}

{It was only a matter of time before his Compforce unit was disbanded, and the troops were used to swell storm trooper ranks. To him this was a step down on the ladder, but it was his duty to serve the Empire in whatever capacity they saw fit. Who knows, he might even be able to teach them how to shoot.}

Heh, well this has not been my intention. I dare say that 1 out of every 4 recruits stay, and we get alot of them. Usually the majority of recruits I sometimes I handle sends me a PM to remind me of their biography. I also made the assumption you brushed us off which is why I decided not to bother.

And if you would take a look at the Hellgate topic, you would notice that I discarded the "911" topic.

But this is all in the past, I apologize at both the inconvenience and confusion that has happened here. Congratulations on Paladin