I'm not hugely into having raidin on the squad, but he seems to be coming together well. I'll wait until the bio is complete to make a full response.

If your not into it, i can change it bud. Im not too attached to this guy and im havin problems writin the bio i originally planned anyway.

EDIT - Who is Raidin?

@Tyrant from the West I believe he means Raiden, from the Metal Gear franchise.

Oh ok i was really confused, now that you mention it i can start seein all those similarities :l fuck. Yeah ima reboot this shit.

Like to express my interest. At work now, so I'll have a hard time drafting a CS until later today, but I'll try to get something put together.

Well this is just rad.
Im going to make a CS, fo sho

@Tyrant from the West

Raiden. Yes. Thank you.

You don't have to change it, I've just never been comfortable with "famous" characters in an rp. I subconsciously make them a target and they tend to carry a certain badassery with their appearance.

Edit: apologies for not being responsive. I'm at work for the next six hours and I have to sneak around to get a good signal and check on this thread.

Well, in any case, here is my contribution. I hope it is up to fox.

Name: Greyson Johannes
Title: "The Grey Area"
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance: A fairly tall man (when he's actually bothered to stand up straight) with amber eyes, a weathered face, and dark hair with traces of graying. His sullen eyes and thinly-shaved grizzle upon his face show a tired He's just fit enough to get by in the crew, while still having the worn the calloused look to his skin that proves he's done his part. His left hand is rendered paralyzed, so he uses a powered glove to restore movement to it.

Armor: Not much to speak of. His black vest doubles as a light bulletproof armor for his torso, as does his powered glove for his left hand. He has greaves fitted on his legs under his trousers, and his boots are reinforced with mild steel plating. Like any sensible man, he also bothers to wear a cup.

Clothing: The man is rarely ever seen without his trusty longcoat, serving as a fashion choice and a spacious utility jacket for storing tools and weapons. His typical gear consists of the longcoat, his black protective vest, his plain dark-brown trousers, and his pain of reinforced work boots. His more casual wear is a white button shirt with khaki trousers and loafers.

Weapons: A pair of handguns designed for sharpshooting (but can just as effectively be used at most ranges) are the most typical weapons Grey uses, both easily kept in holsters at his hip. His other major weapon his a mag-loaded bolter rifle, not as often carried around but still fairly frequently seen. He carries extra mags inside his longcoat, and may even stash two extra pistols in there if he feels like a situation may call for it; some people may think him as a gun nut, but he just likes to be more than prepared (his way of saying he's a bit paranoid).

Miscellaneous Items: Various repair and navigation tools, spare mags, a trusty flask, a few extra sets of foam earplugs...

Biography:
Greyson was a simple kid, having a basic education and a standard family. Like many kids, Greyson held his ambitions to soar the skies like so many did in this day and age. Of course, with these ideals came the warnings and dangers of sky pirates and the like, whom threatened to take away your life, or worse. Yet still, like many kids, Greyson held his ground, and was determined to make his mark on the frontier of sprawling clouds.

Of course, as time passed and boys matured, Greyson obtained a better understand of what he wanted. It wasn't so much to fly around as it was the passion to explore: to seek out new spaces and see the creation of new worlds. For this, the adolescent was very thoroughly mocked and berated for his choices, give how whoever tried to venture too far out rarely ever returned. And yet, that was half the challenge of being an explorer - of course, maybe Greyson did get into the habit of thinking to arm himself well enough whenever he was to go far out.

Let it be known that few sensible men wanted any part in Greyson's ideas. Which, of course, left him with the insane ones...

As a young adult, Greyson was kidnapped after sharing what happened to be perhaps too elaborate of a plan to enter the lost "Lower World". The vagabond in question was a very off-rocker man in charge of several looneys and a stolen, several-times-rebuilt airship. They hoped, by forcing this navigator to take them along the proposed route, they would be first to discover and conquer a new world all for themselves. Needless to say, Greyson was not at all wanting or willing to go along with this. Desperately, but carefully, he tried to lead the crazed pirates astray in hopes a military vessel could capture them and free Grayson.

The band of insane outlaws was blessed with no such luck, as the captain (who caught on to Greyson's deception) steered the ship right into a cloudstorm. The kidnapped navigator found himself only a scant more lucky, able to wrestle control back to the ship and veer out of the storm. Barely able to cruise back to land, the outlaw ship was not welcomed warmly, and Greyson found himself lumped in with the unseemly crew who kidnapped him in the first place.

Several years have passed since then. Greyson has barely any honor or respect left to his name, much less money or an honest career. Despite his hatred of outlaws, the washed-up adventurer has been forced to become one if he wants to keep any claim on his life. His dream has twisted into a different ideal; to escape the mad world he has been dragged into, and find a new life to begin. Until then, if it is even a possibility, he has to work with the sky pirates he so very much spites. Like it or not, he is a member of the Crimson Dusicyon.

Extra:

• Serves primarily as a navigator, but may also serve as a gunner or helmsman.
• Likes to chew on ginger candies to take his mind off things.
• Has a minor talent with birds and falconry.
• Lacks a proper sleep schedule.
• Greyson's experiences have led him to be a very scornful man in general - having to be a sky pirate doesn't help, no matter how honest the crew among him may seem. He's just sour and broken, with a life so far shallow and unfulfilled.

EDIT: Yes, this is finished unless you require more.

Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you... Ultra Futuristic Robot Cowboy! ... Sorta

fox



Name: Travis Ice

Title: Outlaw

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Facial Appearance:

Armor: Travis wears a simple titanium plating under his shirt, utilizing the versatility of titanium; being both hard and lightweight. He also wears a sturdy iron faceplate, with built in technologically advanced lens: the lens are capable of zooming, detecting thermal emission, and night vision.

Weapons:>list]
[*] A steel bowie knife, strapped to his leg via a leg holster
[*] Two Smith and Wesson .45 six inch barrel Revolvers, which he has affectionately named “Bessie” and “Nellie.”
[*] A golden plated Derringer which he has stowed in his left boot for tricky situations
[*] An old-style double barrel shotgun slung to his back by a leathered old strap

Misc Items: At all times, Travis has a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on him which he addictively smokes

Bio: Sands shifted lazily in the breeze, tumbleweeds whistled by, and the sun extended it’s arms. A dust cloud formed in the distance, gaining traction and whipping up sand to feed its ever growing size. In this desert climate, the inhabitants of the island were used to a sight like this, and ultimately unfazed. As time passed, the dust cloud became an angry, raging sandstorm. Suddenly, in the opposite direction of the sandstorm, coming from the South, rode a lone rider, steadfast and furious. But soon it was apparent that this lone rider was not alone, no, quite the contrary. A pack of six gentleman trailed him, riding just as ferociously. As the group grew closer, muzzle flashes, the smell of burnt gunpowder, and popping sounds could be made out. The pursuers shot erratically, attempting to hit the fleeing cowboy. Machine gun fire could be made out, spraying the sand up into a flurry where it had made impact. Whilst employing various maneuvers on his horse in an attempt to evade the fire, he pulled out what looked like a pipe bomb. He lit the pipe, lobbed it behind him, set his head down, and rode hard. An explosion rocked the dunes, taking out four of the six pursuers. The sandstorm loomed ominously as the men chased onwards.

As they approached the storm front, the men expected the hotshot rider to pull back and give himself up, but he just powered on. “What in the fu--” yelled one of the men, as the roar of the wind cut him off. “This crazy fucker just rode on in there! We gotta go after ‘em!” he yelled to his partner. “Relax, these storms last days. He’ll die in there with no food or water,” the other replied, not looking very confident. “I sure hope so,” replied the other.

This man’s name was Travis Ice, wanted for the cold blooded murder of one bank employee, five Sheriff's Men, and the armed robbery of a bank. What the men didn’t know was that his sturdy iron faceplate protected him from the sand and allowed him to see through the raging storm. Approximately 500 paces forward lay a small airship, awaiting him for a crafty escape. Ice had planned this, choosing the exact day for the sandstorm, all apart of his cunning and calculated plan. Aboard the ship, lay his getaway driver. “You got my cut?” the shaggy man in his mid 50s said, standing at the entrance to the ship. Travis looked at him for a very long time before saying, “Sure.” Just as the man turned around to enter the ship, Travis blew him away with his shotgun, muttering to himself, “Sure, sure I do.” Travis untied the sacks of cash off of his horse, loaded them onto the ship, and he was off into the sky.

He landed on a nearby urban island’s port. As he pulled into the shiny and glistening city, he looked to his left to see a ship named “the Crimson Dusicyon.” He chuckled and said to himself, “Well, I’ll be damned.” And that, my friends, is how it all began.

@Penultimate_Pi

@Penultimate_Pi Mate, don't write because people wrote more, write because you love writing.

Gotta agree with this. Just think about your character and the simple who,.what, where, when, why and how.

My characters usually only have 2 to three paragraphs, but I found with mine I was explaining two aspects. First, how she became a thief, and secondly how she became a Cyborg as such. I will admit, I had a bit of trouble working out a good reason for the enhancements, but it came through in the end.

@Vash Thank you, I'll post it up soon. Was meaning to ask about automatic weaponry as well, but I saw that you mentioned it would be present in a later post.

@NuttsnBolts You have the cutest Profile Picture ever, I just die when I see it, so cute.

@Voltus_Ventus Lol!
I had the girls in another thread squealing when they saw it. xD

@Voltus_Ventus Lol!
I had the girls in another thread squealing when they saw it. xD

I just went: "OH MA GOD!!! ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Desktop background, right now."

and now it's my background.

Approvals, denials, and suggestions for improvement inbound in 1-2 hours.

Pms will be going out to certain people as well.

Working on my CS right now. Sorry I'm so late to the party DX

@Penultimate_Pi
So, there is one problem with the CS. We already have a navigator, one whom is a close friend and is entwined into the backstory of the Captain Renault. But, I think things could still work. Co-op navigators could definitely be a thing, but we'll play it slow and see how it goes.

@Warrior in the Shadows

Looking good, accepted. No qualms.

@Aoal



What do I say about what I've seen thus far...um. Okay.

First: This is a cyberpunk pirate RP. I can understand everybody wanting to do swords and such for the sake of pirating but a child with a massive sword is way too far.
Second: Your character is overpowered. Your sword is a "Dual stat sword" that just wouldn't work. Charges that "somehow" work and "Somehow" makes the blade stronger is not acceptable. This is the cynical side of me speaking when I say that I'd like to know how a brand new concept of weaponry works.
Third: This is not a highschool RP. Every character thus far has fit into the world in some way, yours does not.

@Inuyasha@Caits@Tyrant from the West

Further deliberation between other members of the group will be had to further read into your characters.

It's a work in progress, but I was going to have you look over what I've got so far. Will be finishing the rest later.
Name:
Nicholas Norstrom
Title:
'Specter', Nic, Nico
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Appearance
Armor
Weapons:
Pistol x2
Superheated Katana
Shaped Charges x4
Miscellaneous items:
Ballcap Radio
Dogtags
Binoculars
Biography:
Born to a simple cyber-merchant family, Nico has been around technology for about as long as he's been alive. Tinkering with different mechanisims and gizmos, Nicolas grew up to be a well established engineer at his fathers shop, crafting all manner of mechanical devices for his father's patrons. However, growing up in 'boonies' was never enough for the boy, taking the first chance he had to join the military in an attempt to escape. It was there that he showed decent physical prowess, as well as a knack for improvising and espionage. It was for this reason he was recruited into the special-ops contingent, code name 'Veil'.
Veil was responsible for anything that had to be done behind enemy lines and required a significant need for discretion. Often times the members of this squad were sent to assassinate key officers and officals, or damage/destroy relay stations or comm towers. Nico found a true calling there as his mechanical expertise assisted in creating makeshift explosives and rigging of hardware. This lifestyle would continue for years to come, until Nico took a stray laser round to his leg and was discharged from service.
In longing for the thrills of his now past profession, Nico took to crafting his own armor that would accommodate for lack of agility since the wound to his leg. After completion of what was to later be known as the 'Specter' armor, Nicolas took a job as a free lance agent. Taking jobs at any opportunity for the chance to feel that 'rush' again, the man has found himself in the midst of new company aboard this air-ship.
Extra:

I don't like to operate in PMs in regards to characters and such and would rather discuss him here in one message.

Your character will be discussed with the chosen members as well.

After discussing the RP with two other members, I have decided to put a hard limit on how many characters will be joining the crew: Ten. It hurts to say but some of you may not join the voyage. This is being done so that the RP will be easier to manage and not become a mosh pit of posts.

@Vash

My apologies. But as stated, the character is still a work in progress, so it wasn't fully fleshed out. The reason for pming was to ensure that I wasn't taking the setting in an incorrect direction and was still on point with the narrative.

But if he's to be discussed by established members, than I guess I'll await judgement before proceeding.

Alright! Thanks for the advice! ~Slowly begins to die inside~

OMFG CHARLES CHAPLIN