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He staggered backward, shaken by the brutality and, subsequently, futility of his actions. He'd meant to save the man- hadn't he? Was he trying to save the alien for its well-being, or his own peace of mind? Was he trying to save it at all, or give the pitiful creature a slower death? Why did he...

(( I'm just as guilty as you are, don't worry. )) Arn inhaled sharply as horror overtook him. Even such a tiny, subconscious urge could overtake him, could override the moral inhibitors that separated temptation from action? For a moment, he watched the pirate, whose pleas had almost gone...

Despite his pain and the realization that he'd just shot someone to death, despite himself, Arn went forward and put a knee into the pirate's back and the end of his gun against his head. "Don't you fucking move," the human growled, the words coming out before he had time to think of them. He...

(( Sounds great to me. Do the guns use bullets or an energy projectile (i.e. plasma)? )) Arn grunted with the pain, moving to the right to stay out of the alien's sights for at least another split second so that he could put his own on him. When the notch on the semi found its target, Arn let...

Focus. He needed to. His hand was shaking, despite the uncanny calm of battle he was feeling. Breathe. Breathe. For you. For Lili. Suddenly, his hand calmed, and the pistol was suddenly steady, so that as soon as the aliens were in, he found the one armed with a pistol in his sights. His...

Arn cursed. "Well, I guess we're doing this the hard way," he told Lili as he stood from his chair. He holstered the pistol at his waist and lifted the semi, observing it carefully and taking the safety off. "Are you ready?" His breathing slowed as he looked his old lover in the eye, mentally...

Arn blinked. Theft. They were robbing him. Fuck this. "Hey," he said, his voice firm and loud, "I would very much appreciate it if you didn't rob us. We're tired and wounded and our guns are out of ammo." He was lying, and he hoped to God that Lili could tell despite the tone of desperation he...

Ahh, that helps. Yes, I've run into that type of person, but I wouldn't call that making a character needlessly rude so much as another form of self-insert. Thanks for specifying, though.

Still pretty vague and inapplicable to roleplay, unless you can somehow tell the difference between a character who is a dick and a person who is a dick using their character to be a dick- but to me, it just seems like people are hurt over their self-inserts being bashed in-character.

That's a bit vague. How can a fictional character be "needlessly" rude? It sounds like the words of someone who projects too much of themselves into their writing.

You have a problem with characters who aren't nice? You're aware that making a character different from oneself is the mark of a good writer, yes?

Arn suppressed another shiver. She'd always been touchy, and now... Being without that for so long made it nearly unbearable not to be physical back. His face reddened a bit as she talked about suddenly having feelings again. The moment was interrupted, though, by a pervasive sense of...

I don't know what I expected. He didn't, such was true, he reflected as he opened the door with a touch of his finger. "We don't need to separate just yet, if that's what you mean." He realized how desperate that sounded, and what it probably seemed like he was getting at to her. "I mean...

"What the fuck...?" Nausea came in waves as Arn passed all the dead bodies. It was not directed at the gore of the scene, however- Arn was disgusted with himself. He was desensitized. The bodies, the blood, the open wounds... He hadn't been in space for long, but he was already nearly...

The spectacle happened so fast that Arn hadn't even found the time to stand up, let alone help out. He'd almost completely forgotten about her comment right before the fiasco began, but there wasn't time to answer to it now, nor would Arn have been prepared to answer it regardless. He looked...

Arn watched her with incredulity written on his face. "Jesus..." She'd killed people. That was almost too much for him to take. He shook off his shock quickly enough and tried to move past it, realizing that shame crept up on him from her question. "No, I... I went ahead and warped out. From...