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Desmond Karsh

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About Desmond Karsh

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    Salt this, buddy!

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    In Training/Unassigned/On Leave

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    Video games, movies, books. (Fantasy,scifi, mystery)
  1. Hey guys. I'm playing Desmond Karsh. My real names Edgar but feel free to call me Ed. I'm from Scotland and found this group on google. I'm currently in Uni but my last year so gonna be joining the workforce pretty soon. Happy to meet everyone here and can't wait to play with any and all of you
  2. Desmond couldn't help but smile when looking around. Sure he both heard about it from people who previously been here and read it every where how it was one of the biggest achievements, and standing here in the middle of all of it he was more than likely to agree. He was in the San Francisco district, he needed the familiarity especially since he didn't really know when's the next time he'd be able to see anything similar to earth, projections not included.. Familiarity was safe it also meant less chance of creating trouble by doing something you weren't aware you're not allowed to. Since his shuttle had arrived too early, few hours to be approximate, he's been loosed on the station and left to his own devices. Thus he allowed to visit museums, catch up on various plays, maybe even catch a movie. Out of everything available to him he went with a cold beer. The pub was something out of a museum so it counted like increasing your knowledge of culture and history and hey Desmond was always intrigued by old things so this place was right up his alley. The good drinks was just a bonus, he just hoped there wouldn't be a medical or anything like that today. He threw his head back and took another gulp, his brown eyes scanning the crowd, his training from the academy still sharp in his mind, never truly stopping paying attention even if he did portray someone careless. One of the first lessons were one of acting, trying to fool everyone around you that you're less observant or skilled than you truly are, of course his teachers never really mentioned if alcohol should be real or not in this cases so Desmond decided to make that judgement on his own, plus who would be idiotic enough to try anything dangerous on this base. Finishing his beer he stood up and thanked the barman. Moving his hand through his messy brown hair Desmond smiled and moved out of the pub. He guessed he wasted enough time and the guys in charge should be ready for him. Desmond just had to remember to buy something for his breathe and hoped that by walking most of the alcohol would just leave his body. He began an unsteady walk towards the headquarters.
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