My name's Hawke. Something something there was a version of me here, at some point, probably had a voice of a higher octave -- though I wouldn't mind skipping the confusion and getting right to the part where I offer my services.
I was born and raised a mage, lending myself better to battle magic than anything sparklier. After a good several years fending off Dawkspawn, I broadened my horizons towards, you know, helping. [ 'Helping'. His delivery is a little dry, like that's only one way to put it. ] Keeping peace meant mostly punching people with lightning if they tried to hurt others, but as we aren't in the midst of political uprising, I'm happy to do things your way.
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Head of security, yeah. That's me.
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[Different versions of people was almost commonplace if you'd been on the ship long enough.]
Need to know your skills and experience.
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[ Skipping to it, then. ]
I was born and raised a mage, lending myself better to battle magic than anything sparklier. After a good several years fending off Dawkspawn, I broadened my horizons towards, you know, helping. [ 'Helping'. His delivery is a little dry, like that's only one way to put it. ] Keeping peace meant mostly punching people with lightning if they tried to hurt others, but as we aren't in the midst of political uprising, I'm happy to do things your way.
voice.
[But she makes a mental note to find out how much damage that lightning can do, if it needs toning down to something less lethal.]
We get bigger shitstorms on the regular, but in between is basic patrol work. That sound like something you can settle with?
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Gotta run you through a skills assessment, then sign you up.
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I'm certain I'll manage that much on my own.
voice.
I'll see you then.