#blstuck

Made a poll for which Borderlands (1) vault hunters Bro and Dave would pick, and Mordecai and Brick tied for first (due to the chaos booster 'see results' option lol). I decided to allocate Mordy to Dave on account of bird business.

Anyway, here's the BL1 part of BLstuck that I finished... Yeah, I know the in-game scene is a doodle. I have an excuse. BL1 isn't downloaded on my new console, so I couldn't go look for a good scene. It's just gonna have to be by memory lol.

Name: Hi! You can address me by Lou or Lily. I go by female pronouns! How can I contact you?: My skype can be found by the username ketamineriott, or you can contact me through the blog!

Other: I have no triggers necessary to tag. 

IC info.

Character: Hal Age: Unknown.   Planet of orgin: Eden-5 (Unknown to any other besides Hal. He doesn’t easily release personal information.) Class: Assassin.  Action skill: Duplicity, not unlike Zer0’s Decepti0n. Species: Android. At least a paragraph of your RP style: 

((this is a little sample, though my rp style varies depending on the partner! I’m very flexible in my writing. u v u ))

The Arid Nexus was really no place for you to hang around. 

However, that wasn’t going to stop you. There were many places for target practice, but this one seemed to suit you best for the moment. You’d decided to take a little break from the hunt for a while. 

The pools of slag were as disgusting as ever, and the skags that crawled around were near about the same. Hideous— mean and vicious. They’d screech at you and you’d waste no time in unsheathing your sword to shove down it’s throat or bearing your sniper for a long-distance shot; after which you’d simply grin to yourself and pat your own back. You always got the perfect headshot, and that was something you’d always had pride in. Assassins have to be accurate, and laziness simply would not do. 

Sitting around and shooting skags was a bit boring for your tastes— but honestly, there wasn’t much else to do. You hadn’t been hired in months despite the name you’d made for yourself— and the massive price on your head. There were always prices on Vault Hunters. Every one of you had either done something horrible or something to counter Handsome Jack, and in turn, you were always being hunted. You were criminals. However, criminals with a purpose. 

(( i didnt really have much to go off of so i just rambled ;<; i hope this is ok!! If I’m accepted I’ll get started on his blog right away!! ))