Edited by: Tzt on 15/09/2007 03:02:12
I typed out a sort of role playing bio in notepad as i've nothing to do other than watch a skillbar slowly creep across the screen, then put that into my bio ingame, and now it's a bit 'trunkated'...
is this too long? I could have sword bio's used to be really long
Gathering my strength, for support I pressed my hand upon the aft bulkhead. I felt the prickling surges of energy that eminated from deep within the Core armour repair system like the heat from a star, energising the nano-assemblers which lay dormant in the hull, as atom by atom my Impairors shattered shell re-forged, now stronger than before like a broken bone. The electric ripples coasting through the smooth golden cocoon set themselves up within my hand, now tidal through veins into my very heart, re-affirming my conviction in metal and in the solidarity of Amarrian will. Breaking my solitary symbiosis, I was a motive-compass through the tangleweed jungle of structural accessways towards the rear gatling laser turret.
An energy surge caused by the electromagnetic warheads crashing with a savage urgency into my hull - The electric glass of my shields having long since broken - had all but disintegrated this laser's four megawatt energy coupling to my reactor.
But I have worked with energy systems all my life. From purging the energy coils of my Father's imperial Carthum N-rg rifle - the righteous prosecutor of slave matari criminality - to advanced Khanid starships, which even the restrained Caldari openly admire.
without hesitation, I established a link to an unregulated propulsion conduit, feeding the lasers energy matrix raw energy from my capacitor. The overloaded lasers focusing crystal would scarcely endure the primal eruption of plasma from deep within my ships energy core as two-hundred Megawatts of photonic enegy beamed out into space, a crimson prominence sundered with crystalline alacrity through the now molten carcass of my enemies craft.
Whist I am but an engineer by birth, Khanid blood surges like an endless laser through my body, warming my soul in piercing cold vacuum, giving speed to my thoughts, Prey, dear Capsuleer, that you do not make me bleed.