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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OnlytheStrong" data-source="post: 4457959" data-attributes="member: 54781">What races are most common on Amber? Are we playing alien races or just human? I remember reading that there is the human race and eleven others........ unless one of them is just amazingly cool, I will end up wanting to play a human if I can.  Anyways, here's a rough draft of a background:[sblock= Erin Armstrong]Erin was an infant when his mother died.  His eyes hadn't even changed from that light baby blue to his current deep brown.  Maybe that was why he rarely laughed or even smiled, it was definetly the reason his father had changed to law enforcement.  He just stood there in the bathroom, staring into the mirror.  He just shook his head as he looked at himself.  "I am muscular.  I'm athletic.  I'm smart....... sorta." He almost smiled when those thoughts crossed his mind; except that he realized why he had told himself.  "If you are so great then, why don't you have any friends? Or better yet, why no girlfriend?"He frowned as he was getting dressed.  Erin couldn't help but realize it was going to be another bad day.  He grabbed his wallet and flipped through it.  He had made quite a bit of money selling the stuff he had stolen and sold last time.  He grabbed his gun, tucked it safely away, and walked out the door.  Today was the day he was suppose to solo hunt.  Erin ran through what he had learned about his prey.  He knew the guy was from a rival gang.  He knew he was a white male, about 6'0'' tall.  The target had green eyes and red hair.  Erin even knew where to find the guy.  He had a tendancy to frequent certain areas of the city as a pick pocket.  It should be an easy kill.He worked his way through the streets, finally coming to the area where he knew his mark would be.  An absent-minded hand found his gun; and Erin spun quickly to see who's hand it was......... his own. "Gods, don't freak out.  It's not your first time."  He stood still for just a moment, waiting for his nerves to calm down.  Erin's eyes would of given him away if anyone had cared enough to look at him.  They had widened to the point where they actually hurt the instant he saw his target.  He slowly walked toward the man.  Erin decided it would be best to blend in.  He would stop every so often and look at the buildings, or the people.  He was shocked when he was ran into by his target.  A sense of panic took over and he quickly pulled his gun and fired.  He didn't wait to see if the rival had been hit, he just ran.  That night was one of the worst in his life.  He went straight home after his little mission.  Erin sat there, relaxing, drifting in and out of sleep.  The living room door burst open, nearly making him fall off the couch. "What the hell?", was all he could get out of his mouth before he was slammed to the floor.  It took him a moment, but he realized the man was his father.  Erin tried to find the words to protest, but his father quickly commanded the situation."Hold still or you will make this worse than it has to be."  His words seemed oddly cold as Erin felt restraints being placed around his wrists.  Erin's mind was racing so fast the he couldn't seem even began mounting a protest.  "Had alittle excitement today, did you Erin?"It felt like days had passed, but it had in fact only been a couple of minutes.  Erin was placed back on the couch, still restrained.  His father was across the room, talking in an odd way that seemed part lecture part interrogation.  Apparently the gang member had picked Erin's pocket right before Erin shot him.  Witness' gave Erin's description and that was enough to get the police after him. An hour of lecture followed after Erin had admitted what he did.  It was the same lecture he got whenever he got into any kind of trouble.  He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the "I did the best I could by myself son.  It's not easy raising a child by yourself." speech.  It was true though.  His dad was great.  He had learned more from his father and helping (which in reality was more of a hindrance) his father track down fugitives.  Erin's father bowed his head.  "You have two choices.  More or less the same two that any criminal would have: go to a fringe colony or join the military."  He kept talking, but Erin didn't hear any of it.  One word kept pounding through his brain:  Fringe Colony.  He had heard stories of those places.  He wouldn't survive.  He didn't have a chance if he went to a colony.  He made a choice in a split second that would change his life forever: he joined the military.[/sblock]May add personality and description later (all subject to review and revision <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />  )</blockquote>

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