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"Fight with me, or fall to me. Your choice.” A machine/human hybrid, Vex is an ancient bounty hunter built by the Eridians, with the purpose of slaying the monsters that now reside inside the Vaults. Introduction: Full Name: Vexalara Nicknames: Vex, V (Angel and later Tiny Tina are the only ones allowed) Age: Unknown (Best estimate: at least 10,000-12,000 years) Race: Eridian Species: Artificial Cyborg ("Think Terminator, and you're about as close as you're gonna get.") Affiliation: Eridians (Formerly), Moxxi (Formerly), Angel (Deceased), Crimson Raiders Occupation: Bounty Hunter, CEO and Owner of Maliwan Planet of Origin: Olympia

Copied from BluCrystalMoon (https://www.deviantart.com/blucrystalmoon) Pick an OC, answer questions as the character. Spoilers for my story One in a Million. 1. What is your name? Vexalara. My friends and enemies call me Vex. 2. Do you know why you are named that? My mother picked it. It has a specific meaning in Eridian, but I don't remember it. 3 Are you single or taken? Happily taken :) 4. Have any abilities or powers? ... Do you have an eternity for me to list them all? Yes, a few being beyond human strength, endurance, durability and adaptation. 5. Stop being Mary Sue. ... I don't get it. 6. What's your eye color? Blue most of the time. Unless I'm pissed, then they're pur

My first impression of him? Spectacularly unimpressed. As Vex entered the room behind them, Roland leaned against the computerized map. Vex pulled a chair from the right corner of the room over to the side nearest the door and sat down, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You have questions,” she observed, breaking the silence after a few moments. Roland looked up, his brow furrowed, before refocusing on the map. “You saved my ass and Lilith’s,” he began, getting straight to the point. “-Thanks, by the way,” Lilith interjected, standing on Roland’s left side. Vex smiled at her, nodding

The world I want to live in keeps changing. Middle Earth to Pandora to the Wasteland back to Pandora... It always seems to come back to Pandora. Send me to that world, with that drunken, brilliant sniper and that angry, nerdy Siren and that violent, loyal berserker. Let me live in the one where I can RUN, jump, fear, Love, fight, dream, hope, BREATHE, care, laugh, believe, mourn, strengthen, FEEL, risk, share, hate, break, sprint, glide, SOAR, fall, show, explore, learn, avenge, relax, belong, BE.

Perfection is never possible. This much I do know. But my god, When I see you, I almost feel it’s so. Because you have no idea what I’d give, How hard I try, To coax that tired smile from your lips. The little curve that sets my blackened, Cold heart alight. Because I am damned, cursed and lost, astray. For a time I would have cast you aside, Looked on at your fearful plight. An angel, stripped and bruised, A sacrifice on an alter of doubt and hatred. No wings to grant you freedom, And no hope to give you strength. So very far from all you know. I’d have sat beside you, As the stars flowed from your body, And rejoined the

37 Questions Do you remember? Remember what? What it felt like? Huh? To live? Maybe… To not just be the person riding in your body, viewing your life through devices used for sight? Yes, I do. To gaze around your world with wide eyes? Yes, and to see the world for the beauty it is. So I went to the rainforest. To have a seemingly permanent smile? Yes. So I looked for friendship. To not just hear the constant noise? Yes. So I went to Japan. To hear a new song and feel chills run down your spine for the sheer brilliance of every note, every cord, every verse? Yes. So I went to Berlin. To listen to the sounds of life? Yes

35 Questions Do you remember? What it felt like? To live? To not just be the person riding in your body, viewing your life through devices used for sight? To gaze around your world with wide eyes? To have a seemingly permanent smile? To not just hear the constant noise? To hear a new song and feel chills run down your spine for the sheer brilliance of every note, every cord, every verse? To listen to the sounds of life? To listen to the silence of snowfall or the rhythm of rain? To not just eat to survive or avoid it at all costs to fit into everything? To taste an explosion of flavors and revel in each delicious one? To not jus

Bruce was running. Lungs working at full capacity, he sprinted through the gates and slammed them shut, praying to a god, any god they would hold it back. He spied a mausoleum further inside the graveyard and made a break for it, sweat dripping from his forehead as he panted. No, dammit, no running out of energy now! he yelled at his brain, the silence still unnerving when he spent years listening to the grumbles and grunts and roars of the Other Guy. His muscles ached and screamed at him in pain. The sound of metal being torn apart assaulted his ears. Downright terror drove him as he bolted for the building, diving through the doors and sla