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Knights of the Stars (Sci-fi Mecha IC/Reboot)
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Hm. I didn't actually get a tag from that. But I'm glad I was browsing interest checks today. Are you alright with Warhammer 40k based characters/designs?
Ollumhammersong
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I finished 80% of my character sheet but then I got lazy.......
So i'll try to finish it up later but for now this is the bulk of the important stuffs.
Name: David Terryn
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance: You can describe it or use a picture (No Anime)
Faction: The Republics (The Grand Barony of Augustgrad in particular)
Occupation: Knight Errant
Type of Mech: AV-756 Goliath 'Type 4 Female configuration’'
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Personality:
Background: David was born the second son of a cousin of the head of the Terryn Family of knightly nobility within the Barony. As such, he realized very quickly that his prospects in life were rather limited. In the grand scheme of things he was a minor noble who would not rise through inheritance of land or title. Such honours would go to his more fortunate cousins. Nor could he be seen debasing himself with too menial and lowborn of a career.
He could he rely too heavily on nepotism to grant him a decent appointment, as he would have little to offer politically in return. Like many children born into the gentile poverty of ‘lesser’ nobility David’s best bet in life if he remained home was to have a junior officers commission purchased for him in the Augustine military, and being a pawn in a, excruciating political marriage. Or, option two was to strike out on his own as an errant. A fortuneless scion of the nobility who took to the stars of their own as mercenaries, merchant princes and bastards. Either making their own name and fortune in the stars and returning home in triumph and laurels or dying a likely violent death and/or written out of the family history and quietly forgotten.
David chose the latter path, as at the very least it promised more excitement and variance than the former option. Ten years ago he made the declaration to his father of his decision and he has not looked back since.
David was also lucky that his family was able to afford purchasing him mech, and providing him with a small but stretchable stipend for his continued travels.
Motivation(s): Admittedly few beyond the simple desire for a more interesting life than what he would have had back home. Fame and fortune (and woman) wouldn’t hurt and any honourable gains he makes only reflect well on his family in return, though he mostly pays them little mind these days. Having long since made peace with his decision to ‘go rogue’
So i'll try to finish it up later but for now this is the bulk of the important stuffs.
Name: David Terryn
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance: You can describe it or use a picture (No Anime)
Faction: The Republics (The Grand Barony of Augustgrad in particular)
Occupation: Knight Errant
Type of Mech: AV-756 Goliath 'Type 4 Female configuration’'
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Personality:
Background: David was born the second son of a cousin of the head of the Terryn Family of knightly nobility within the Barony. As such, he realized very quickly that his prospects in life were rather limited. In the grand scheme of things he was a minor noble who would not rise through inheritance of land or title. Such honours would go to his more fortunate cousins. Nor could he be seen debasing himself with too menial and lowborn of a career.
He could he rely too heavily on nepotism to grant him a decent appointment, as he would have little to offer politically in return. Like many children born into the gentile poverty of ‘lesser’ nobility David’s best bet in life if he remained home was to have a junior officers commission purchased for him in the Augustine military, and being a pawn in a, excruciating political marriage. Or, option two was to strike out on his own as an errant. A fortuneless scion of the nobility who took to the stars of their own as mercenaries, merchant princes and bastards. Either making their own name and fortune in the stars and returning home in triumph and laurels or dying a likely violent death and/or written out of the family history and quietly forgotten.
David chose the latter path, as at the very least it promised more excitement and variance than the former option. Ten years ago he made the declaration to his father of his decision and he has not looked back since.
David was also lucky that his family was able to afford purchasing him mech, and providing him with a small but stretchable stipend for his continued travels.
Motivation(s): Admittedly few beyond the simple desire for a more interesting life than what he would have had back home. Fame and fortune (and woman) wouldn’t hurt and any honourable gains he makes only reflect well on his family in return, though he mostly pays them little mind these days. Having long since made peace with his decision to ‘go rogue’
LittleFae Worldbuilder
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[incoming transmission]
Private Military Contract Dossier
Name: Fae Gaul
Age: 27
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Standing at 5' 1" Fae is quite short. She has a trim athletic figure and looks rather fit for a pilot. Her short black hair is cut in an angled bob, and shimmers like obsidian at the right angle in the light. Fair skin is only occasionally interrupted by small, unremarkable dots much akin to very sparse freckles. A striking pair of brilliant blue eyes sit in her skull and have an almost judging quality to them upon her curved features. Modest would be a good way to describe her physical assets. A rather nicely rounded set of hips and rear with a bust barely big enough to fill a C-cup. Her trim waistline is toned and her limbs seem well exercised.
When the weather permits, she's often found in a simple tanktop and jeans with a pair of slightly oversized, worn leather boots tied to her feet. When in colder climates, she tends to simply add a fleece lined leather 'bomber' jacket and finger-less cotton gloves. She tends to wear a braided weave with a few feathers on the left side of her hair just in front of her ear. both ears are pierced up high on the back ridge with simple silver loops just slightly larger than the width of her ear. She wears a necklace made of nylon cord with a pewter triquetra dangling in front of her upper chest.
When geared up for battle she has a bulletproof vest on which would be under her jacket if she needs to wear it. She has pads that cover her thighs and knees, and two bulky composite plated boots for protection. Her helm has an open face, with two large bulges for ear-muff speakers. A mic and antenna sticks out on the left-hand side and a camera on the right. Most of the armor is a mix of forest olive and urban gray, her helm solid olive.
Faction: The New Ostburg Empire, specifically the noble house of Gaul. She is heir to the title of baroness and a small keep surrounded by fertile forests. Third in the line of succession.
Occupation: Contractor. Fae takes odd jobs where she can get them, usually expecting cash or valuables over land. She makes her living as a 'sellsword' of sorts, but with loyalty to gainful and trustworthy clients. Particularly those who are allies of her family.
Type of Mech: VA-13 "Lynx" Light Battlemech. The Lynx is a bit of a cross between "male" and "female" as far as 'mechs go. The sturdy, plated feet rest on "H" shaped support 'toes', the front ankle sporting a cowling 'shield' that protects the joint of the foot. The inverse style legs allow the 'mech to carry a heavier load while maintaining speed. The hips sport a 'turret' that allows the upper chassis to swivel 360' all around. The pilot sits just on top of the main torso rotor with their legs down in front of the central pivot. The cockpit is protected with roll-cage style support struts and anti-ballistic layers of laminate plating for good 270' visibiity. The power plant rests just behind the cabin, and is known to be somewhat poorly insulated, making the interior temperature very hot at times. The 'arms' are more mounting brackets for weapon pods than actual limbs. Two long antenna sticking up at an angle back from behind the cockpit are a distinct characteristic of the 'mech visually. The rough gunmetal gray paint is chipped in many places, accented with bits of olive green here and there, more aesthetic than camouflage.
The primary armament of the Lynx are the 'arm' mounted Missile pods. Each pod carries 5 ATGM missile tubes with stored ammo for 1 reload of each tube. The missiles are fired one-at-a-time, allowing up to 20 launches before ammo is spent. The advanced "Falcon" missiles that are typically loaded are capable of radar tracking, heat-tracking, and laser guidance systems for greater accuracy.
The secondary armament are a pair of nose-mounted dual autocannons. The side-by-side configuration of these 30mm autocannons allow them to fire sequentially for an increased rate of fire. They have 2 belts of ammunition that can be toggled between. HVAP with tracer for lightly armored targets, and High-Explosive Cannister Shells with explosive pellet spread for short-range anti-infantry engagement.
The final tertiary weapon system is a small laser, mounted on a small turret on the top of the 'mech. This laser fires a continuous solid green beam of light that can be used against infantry and light armor. It lacks the power to melt through heavy armor even with sustained fire, but it may also be used as an LAMS system in emergency.
The Lynx is also fitted with an relatively low-power ECM/ECCM suite. The ECM field helps mask the electronic signature of the 'mech at long ranges, and the ECCM suite helps counter enemy ECM to allow for missile locks from the Lynx itself. This unit can work in tandem with the active radar and proximity sensors equipped to the Lynx to give it the slightest edge in combat on the electronic warfare front.
The Lynx is an older design only recently retrofitted with new-age SAC-C suite and co-opted HUD. The machine itself is easily 60 years old, but the SAC-C "VI" core is only just beginning to develop it's own personality. The voice has been programmed to speak old-earth German in a soft, deep masculine tone.
Personality: Fae is a rather light-hearted girl, but tends to be slow to trust. She often seems shy or dismissive of others she doesn't know, but remains polite and straight-forward with anyone she comes into contact with. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes very loyal and protective of them. Often willing to put herself at risk to protect those whom she cherishes.
In the line of duty, Fae is quick to fall in line. She doesn't like leading, but has a natural affinity for it. Still, given her preference, she likes to follow orders and perform her job well. She puts on her 'serious face' when on a mission, and only challenges orders when they seem particularly inhumane.
Background: Fae comes from a long line of Pagans descended from all across the New Ostburg Empire. She can trace her lineage all the way back to Earth with a mostly Germanic and Irish root, and a direct line to the Gauls of antiquity. She seems to carry a bit of that heritage with her, often caught muttering 'gods' instead of 'god' or on occasion found praying to 'spirits'. Her family's noble house is not large, but they have held their land and remained dutiful to their lord for as long as anyone can remember. The head of house and first in line of succession typically stay at their home holdings, while all other next of kin are sent out as contractors or retainers (usually the former) to make a living and bring back fortune and fame to the noble crest. Her house's emblem is an old Celtic Knot, a Triquetra. The irony is not lost on her family- but it is a symbol that holds a lot of meaning to her personally. Fae grew up being trained to farm, to fight, and to Flirt her way through the noble houses. When she was old enough to start work as a contractor, she was given an old family 'mech recently retrofitted with new technology. She's only been home once since she left at the age of 20. Since then she's been traveling place to place taking contracts as a 'mech pilot. The recent news of the potential collapse of the Andevin Hegemony caught her interest and she's gone to see what fortune she can make- as well as see if there might be an opening for her house to make a move of their own.
Motivation(s): Motivated by a mixture of pride and necessity, she's mostly interested in the money. Politics are boring, but paychecks are great when nobles quibble. She has a strong sense of morality and is very picky with contracts she takes, carefully strategic in her choices. When the money is good, her second motivation tends to lean towards a family loyalty, but also a keen recollection of who she's worked with and how they treated her. If she's just a bit of hired fodder, she probably won't be taking a second round of contracts with you.
[end transmission]
Private Military Contract Dossier
Name: Fae Gaul
Age: 27
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Standing at 5' 1" Fae is quite short. She has a trim athletic figure and looks rather fit for a pilot. Her short black hair is cut in an angled bob, and shimmers like obsidian at the right angle in the light. Fair skin is only occasionally interrupted by small, unremarkable dots much akin to very sparse freckles. A striking pair of brilliant blue eyes sit in her skull and have an almost judging quality to them upon her curved features. Modest would be a good way to describe her physical assets. A rather nicely rounded set of hips and rear with a bust barely big enough to fill a C-cup. Her trim waistline is toned and her limbs seem well exercised.
When the weather permits, she's often found in a simple tanktop and jeans with a pair of slightly oversized, worn leather boots tied to her feet. When in colder climates, she tends to simply add a fleece lined leather 'bomber' jacket and finger-less cotton gloves. She tends to wear a braided weave with a few feathers on the left side of her hair just in front of her ear. both ears are pierced up high on the back ridge with simple silver loops just slightly larger than the width of her ear. She wears a necklace made of nylon cord with a pewter triquetra dangling in front of her upper chest.
When geared up for battle she has a bulletproof vest on which would be under her jacket if she needs to wear it. She has pads that cover her thighs and knees, and two bulky composite plated boots for protection. Her helm has an open face, with two large bulges for ear-muff speakers. A mic and antenna sticks out on the left-hand side and a camera on the right. Most of the armor is a mix of forest olive and urban gray, her helm solid olive.
Faction: The New Ostburg Empire, specifically the noble house of Gaul. She is heir to the title of baroness and a small keep surrounded by fertile forests. Third in the line of succession.
Occupation: Contractor. Fae takes odd jobs where she can get them, usually expecting cash or valuables over land. She makes her living as a 'sellsword' of sorts, but with loyalty to gainful and trustworthy clients. Particularly those who are allies of her family.
Type of Mech: VA-13 "Lynx" Light Battlemech. The Lynx is a bit of a cross between "male" and "female" as far as 'mechs go. The sturdy, plated feet rest on "H" shaped support 'toes', the front ankle sporting a cowling 'shield' that protects the joint of the foot. The inverse style legs allow the 'mech to carry a heavier load while maintaining speed. The hips sport a 'turret' that allows the upper chassis to swivel 360' all around. The pilot sits just on top of the main torso rotor with their legs down in front of the central pivot. The cockpit is protected with roll-cage style support struts and anti-ballistic layers of laminate plating for good 270' visibiity. The power plant rests just behind the cabin, and is known to be somewhat poorly insulated, making the interior temperature very hot at times. The 'arms' are more mounting brackets for weapon pods than actual limbs. Two long antenna sticking up at an angle back from behind the cockpit are a distinct characteristic of the 'mech visually. The rough gunmetal gray paint is chipped in many places, accented with bits of olive green here and there, more aesthetic than camouflage.
The primary armament of the Lynx are the 'arm' mounted Missile pods. Each pod carries 5 ATGM missile tubes with stored ammo for 1 reload of each tube. The missiles are fired one-at-a-time, allowing up to 20 launches before ammo is spent. The advanced "Falcon" missiles that are typically loaded are capable of radar tracking, heat-tracking, and laser guidance systems for greater accuracy.
The secondary armament are a pair of nose-mounted dual autocannons. The side-by-side configuration of these 30mm autocannons allow them to fire sequentially for an increased rate of fire. They have 2 belts of ammunition that can be toggled between. HVAP with tracer for lightly armored targets, and High-Explosive Cannister Shells with explosive pellet spread for short-range anti-infantry engagement.
The final tertiary weapon system is a small laser, mounted on a small turret on the top of the 'mech. This laser fires a continuous solid green beam of light that can be used against infantry and light armor. It lacks the power to melt through heavy armor even with sustained fire, but it may also be used as an LAMS system in emergency.
The Lynx is also fitted with an relatively low-power ECM/ECCM suite. The ECM field helps mask the electronic signature of the 'mech at long ranges, and the ECCM suite helps counter enemy ECM to allow for missile locks from the Lynx itself. This unit can work in tandem with the active radar and proximity sensors equipped to the Lynx to give it the slightest edge in combat on the electronic warfare front.
The Lynx is an older design only recently retrofitted with new-age SAC-C suite and co-opted HUD. The machine itself is easily 60 years old, but the SAC-C "VI" core is only just beginning to develop it's own personality. The voice has been programmed to speak old-earth German in a soft, deep masculine tone.
Personality: Fae is a rather light-hearted girl, but tends to be slow to trust. She often seems shy or dismissive of others she doesn't know, but remains polite and straight-forward with anyone she comes into contact with. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes very loyal and protective of them. Often willing to put herself at risk to protect those whom she cherishes.
In the line of duty, Fae is quick to fall in line. She doesn't like leading, but has a natural affinity for it. Still, given her preference, she likes to follow orders and perform her job well. She puts on her 'serious face' when on a mission, and only challenges orders when they seem particularly inhumane.
Background: Fae comes from a long line of Pagans descended from all across the New Ostburg Empire. She can trace her lineage all the way back to Earth with a mostly Germanic and Irish root, and a direct line to the Gauls of antiquity. She seems to carry a bit of that heritage with her, often caught muttering 'gods' instead of 'god' or on occasion found praying to 'spirits'. Her family's noble house is not large, but they have held their land and remained dutiful to their lord for as long as anyone can remember. The head of house and first in line of succession typically stay at their home holdings, while all other next of kin are sent out as contractors or retainers (usually the former) to make a living and bring back fortune and fame to the noble crest. Her house's emblem is an old Celtic Knot, a Triquetra. The irony is not lost on her family- but it is a symbol that holds a lot of meaning to her personally. Fae grew up being trained to farm, to fight, and to Flirt her way through the noble houses. When she was old enough to start work as a contractor, she was given an old family 'mech recently retrofitted with new technology. She's only been home once since she left at the age of 20. Since then she's been traveling place to place taking contracts as a 'mech pilot. The recent news of the potential collapse of the Andevin Hegemony caught her interest and she's gone to see what fortune she can make- as well as see if there might be an opening for her house to make a move of their own.
Motivation(s): Motivated by a mixture of pride and necessity, she's mostly interested in the money. Politics are boring, but paychecks are great when nobles quibble. She has a strong sense of morality and is very picky with contracts she takes, carefully strategic in her choices. When the money is good, her second motivation tends to lean towards a family loyalty, but also a keen recollection of who she's worked with and how they treated her. If she's just a bit of hired fodder, she probably won't be taking a second round of contracts with you.
[end transmission]
Question: What are your thoughts on plasma weaponry and shields? I was thinking of writing up a tank commander that used a largely-automated super-heavy tank in battle in place of a mech. (The reason being that I couldn't decide on what artwork to try and use.)
See these photos for reference.
See these photos for reference.
Name: Alexandria Galtemalos.
Age: 32
Gender: Female.
Appearance:
Alexandria is a fairly non-typical in appearance. Due to a genetic defect, her hair has greyed early, though Alexandria doesn’t really care. Alexandria’s skin is remarkably pale due to the large amount of time she spends within her tank when deployed, and since most of her free time is dedicated towards maintaining and upgrading her tank it’s not a surprise that she doesn’t get outside too often. Alexandria has a large scar on her right cheek due to an impact she sustained when she rammed an enemy mecha with her tank. She could get it removed with cosmetic surgery, but that costs quite a bit and most of Alexandria’s income goes towards her tank, so removing something as petty as a scar is pointless to her. Alexandria’s body is fairly athletic, with distinct muscle visible without much effort, though she’s not in true bodybuilder sizes. A modest bust and rather thin hips means that Alexandria isn’t going to win any beauty prizes, but she frankly doesn’t care about that. Alexandria’s green eyes seem to be rather weary, but they also hold a flame of determination that reflects Alexandria’s will to trudge onward. While some other women in her field of employment may favor the skintight catsuit or a low neckline to persuade people to fight for her, Alexandria prefers a full and proper uniform over a thick protective vest. This uniform consists of a black dress shirt with gold braiding across the front covered with golden trim around the edges of the shirt. A red collar with gold detailing and trim adorns her neck, with a decorative red cloth plate hanging below it with a golden skull and wings along with gold detailing around the edge. Around her waist is a red sash with golden detailing and golden decorations at the ends. Over this scarf is a brown leather belt with a golden buckle depicting a skull with wings over an array of intricate decorations.
Over this shirt is a long trench coat with a high collar. The trench coat is black in color with golden detailing and a red interior. The shoulders bear decorative golden pads with golden braids attached. There's also a fold near the back of the coat that allows Alexandria to easily access her powered fist, which also allows for the coat to be worn normally since the cables connecting the powered fist to the power supply would hold her coat open constantly. Alexandria also wears a pair of black pants, though these bear little to no decoration. Finally, Alexandria wears a pair of black knee length combat boots with her pants tucked into them. These boots have been reinforced with an armor weave to protect Alexandria’s feet. On her left hip is a large holster for Alexandria’s large handgun. On her lower back is a large cylindrical sheath for the powered gauntlet Alexandria uses as a melee weapon. Beneath her shirt, Alexandria wears a kevlar based armored vest to protect her vital organs. As a bonus, Alexandria’s clothes are specially reinforced with the same material, adding plenty of protection to what appears to be simple clothing.
Weapons: Alexandria has two weapons on her person at almost all times. The first of these is an oversized pistol of large caliber. The weapon is deliberately heavy and cumbersome to mitigate the recoil caused by the excessive rounds. A five round magazine attaches in front of the grip. The rounds fired are typically FMJ, which is needed due to the structural integrity the solid round offers. Hollow point or specialized rounds of the large caliber could potentially break up if something were to go wrong, which would end badly for Alexandria.
The second weapon is a powered fist. This fist is typically seen attached to a suit of exoskeletal powered armor, but Alexandria couldn’t save the rest of the suit after the crime lord fell victim to a grenade. The powered fist has a disruption field surrounding it, which imparts a heavy impact force into whatever target is hit. This can send soldiers flying with most of their internal organs ruptured and can crush parts of mechs. The powered fist is attached to a power pack that Alexandria wears under her trench coat.
Faction: Formerly associated with The Andevin Hedgemony, now a wanderer/mercenary.
Occupation: Mercenary.
Type of Mech: Heavy Plasma Tank: ”King of Flame”
The King of Flame is not a mech, it’s a tank. An old tank that has been made new several times over. It’s technically been destroyed twice, but was built anew each time. Previously the favored tank of a warlord, it was passed to Alexandria as a promotion gift after it was siezed during the rapid expansion of The Andevin Hedgemony. Alexandria took her knowledge and experiences upon the new battlefield to rebuild the tank from the ground up. Some of these features include additional armor and heavy use of automation to cut crew size down to one, along with mounting of shield systems to adapt to the new re-proliferation of mech based laser weapons. With the heavy automation that the tank has, the need for physical space within the tank was minimal, and thus the armor could be tremendously increased despite the outer dimensions of the tank not changing much at all.
The treads of the tank have been fully covered by additional armor plating, and have also had spikes added to each individual plate for additional grip. The turret of the tank has also received substantial agility upgrades to keep up with the increased speed offered by some mech platforms. In addition, the tank is armored with thick chobham armor to protect against ballistic attacks, with the shield systems in place to protect against laser attacks and to slightly deflect projectile attacks. As a bonus, the tank is also EMP shielded and sealed against the elements, and has the ability to deploy four extremely powerful flotation balloons should it come into contact with deep water that cannot be maneuvered out of. The tank has four hours of air with all external vents closed.
Finally, the tank is camouflaged with a sort of reactive camo. It won’t turn the tank invisible, but it does help to break up the outline when on the move in almost any environment and help to hide the tank when immobile.
The weapons of the tank are also adapting to the new battlefield. One each side of the tank are four linked laser cannons that can rotate out one hundred and eighty degrees to cover attacks from each side. These laser systems are primarily used to overwhelm any shield system that the enemy mechs have with rapid, medium strength bolts. On the front of the tank is a pair of heavy machine guns for infantry targets.
The primary weapon of the tank is a large plasma cannon. The balls/bolts of plasma fired by the cannon can be defeated by shield systems, but will easily melt armor, overheat internal systems, and generally make everything unpleasant for anything downrage. The shields of the King of Fire are also in place to protect the tank from itself due to the extreme heat generated by the cannon’s projectiles.
The weapons of the tank are powered by a small nuclear based reactor within the tank. This reactor is near the center of the tank, and is heavily shielded with numerous safety systems, including redundant systems in place as a backup. It’s one of the most protected items within the tank, and Alexandria will pull out of combat far before it is put into danger. However, thanks to this, the normally fixed-mount plasma cannon can be brought to the frontlines of any conflict that Alexandria wishes, which makes for a devastating opponent.
The tank is capable of reaching speeds of 15 miles per hour off road, and is capable of reaching 22 miles per hour on road. The hull of the tank is approximately six meters high, with the turret adding an additional two meters to that, in addition, the tank is thirteen meters long and eight and a half meters wide. The tank weighs in at approximately three hundred tonnes, which makes it tough to lift off the ground. The tank has a one and a half meters of ground clearance.
Personality: Alexandria is a ruthless commander on the battlefield. She expects excellence from everyone under her command and isn’t afraid to shoot her own soldiers should they disobey, which has gotten her into trouble before. Off the battlefield, Alexandria is rather quiet, but still stern when she communicates. She’s not fond of playing around or the “finer things” in life. To best sum up Alexandria would be “All work and no play.”
Background: Alexandria was born into The Andevin Hedgemony, and grew up around soldiers. Her early life was spent maintaining the weapons that the soldiers used, and when she was eighteen she was drafted into infantry training. The commanders treated her no differently than the men she was around, and so her previously innocent personality was broken and remade into that of a soldier. She fought on the front lines between two warring clans before being promoted to tank commander. She was given command of the King of Fire and proved to be an almost natural fit for the tank. The crew for the tank swore loyalty, and they rejoined the fray. Several successful missions went by before they fell victim to a trap. Alexandria was thirty at the time, and with their main gun disabled she was forced to ram an enemy mech and crush it in order to avoid dying. This gained her a nasty scar upon her cheek from the impact at high speeds. Her crew panicked due to being alone near the edge of their lines. He moved to assault Alexandria, and forced her hand. Without hesitation, she brought her pistol up from its holster and put two oversized bullets into the crewmans heart and head. He dropped to the ground, dead. The rest of the crew fell into line, but this event was not without consequence. Alexandria was discharged from the armed forces. Knowing nothing but the battlefield, Alexandria stole the repaired King of Fire and departed the planet aboard a freight ship. For two years Alexandria has sold herself as a mercenary, and has retrofitted the tank to only require a crew of one: Her.
In recent times, she had heard the call for the upcoming wargames at New Devon. Seeing an oppertunity, Alexandria has come to display her might and earn followers for what will become her new warband.
Motivation(s): Lead a warband and potentially seize command of The Andevin Hedgemony after the power struggle has ended.
Age: 32
Gender: Female.
Appearance:
Alexandria is a fairly non-typical in appearance. Due to a genetic defect, her hair has greyed early, though Alexandria doesn’t really care. Alexandria’s skin is remarkably pale due to the large amount of time she spends within her tank when deployed, and since most of her free time is dedicated towards maintaining and upgrading her tank it’s not a surprise that she doesn’t get outside too often. Alexandria has a large scar on her right cheek due to an impact she sustained when she rammed an enemy mecha with her tank. She could get it removed with cosmetic surgery, but that costs quite a bit and most of Alexandria’s income goes towards her tank, so removing something as petty as a scar is pointless to her. Alexandria’s body is fairly athletic, with distinct muscle visible without much effort, though she’s not in true bodybuilder sizes. A modest bust and rather thin hips means that Alexandria isn’t going to win any beauty prizes, but she frankly doesn’t care about that. Alexandria’s green eyes seem to be rather weary, but they also hold a flame of determination that reflects Alexandria’s will to trudge onward. While some other women in her field of employment may favor the skintight catsuit or a low neckline to persuade people to fight for her, Alexandria prefers a full and proper uniform over a thick protective vest. This uniform consists of a black dress shirt with gold braiding across the front covered with golden trim around the edges of the shirt. A red collar with gold detailing and trim adorns her neck, with a decorative red cloth plate hanging below it with a golden skull and wings along with gold detailing around the edge. Around her waist is a red sash with golden detailing and golden decorations at the ends. Over this scarf is a brown leather belt with a golden buckle depicting a skull with wings over an array of intricate decorations.
Over this shirt is a long trench coat with a high collar. The trench coat is black in color with golden detailing and a red interior. The shoulders bear decorative golden pads with golden braids attached. There's also a fold near the back of the coat that allows Alexandria to easily access her powered fist, which also allows for the coat to be worn normally since the cables connecting the powered fist to the power supply would hold her coat open constantly. Alexandria also wears a pair of black pants, though these bear little to no decoration. Finally, Alexandria wears a pair of black knee length combat boots with her pants tucked into them. These boots have been reinforced with an armor weave to protect Alexandria’s feet. On her left hip is a large holster for Alexandria’s large handgun. On her lower back is a large cylindrical sheath for the powered gauntlet Alexandria uses as a melee weapon. Beneath her shirt, Alexandria wears a kevlar based armored vest to protect her vital organs. As a bonus, Alexandria’s clothes are specially reinforced with the same material, adding plenty of protection to what appears to be simple clothing.
Weapons: Alexandria has two weapons on her person at almost all times. The first of these is an oversized pistol of large caliber. The weapon is deliberately heavy and cumbersome to mitigate the recoil caused by the excessive rounds. A five round magazine attaches in front of the grip. The rounds fired are typically FMJ, which is needed due to the structural integrity the solid round offers. Hollow point or specialized rounds of the large caliber could potentially break up if something were to go wrong, which would end badly for Alexandria.
The second weapon is a powered fist. This fist is typically seen attached to a suit of exoskeletal powered armor, but Alexandria couldn’t save the rest of the suit after the crime lord fell victim to a grenade. The powered fist has a disruption field surrounding it, which imparts a heavy impact force into whatever target is hit. This can send soldiers flying with most of their internal organs ruptured and can crush parts of mechs. The powered fist is attached to a power pack that Alexandria wears under her trench coat.
Faction: Formerly associated with The Andevin Hedgemony, now a wanderer/mercenary.
Occupation: Mercenary.
Type of Mech: Heavy Plasma Tank: ”King of Flame”
The King of Flame is not a mech, it’s a tank. An old tank that has been made new several times over. It’s technically been destroyed twice, but was built anew each time. Previously the favored tank of a warlord, it was passed to Alexandria as a promotion gift after it was siezed during the rapid expansion of The Andevin Hedgemony. Alexandria took her knowledge and experiences upon the new battlefield to rebuild the tank from the ground up. Some of these features include additional armor and heavy use of automation to cut crew size down to one, along with mounting of shield systems to adapt to the new re-proliferation of mech based laser weapons. With the heavy automation that the tank has, the need for physical space within the tank was minimal, and thus the armor could be tremendously increased despite the outer dimensions of the tank not changing much at all.
The treads of the tank have been fully covered by additional armor plating, and have also had spikes added to each individual plate for additional grip. The turret of the tank has also received substantial agility upgrades to keep up with the increased speed offered by some mech platforms. In addition, the tank is armored with thick chobham armor to protect against ballistic attacks, with the shield systems in place to protect against laser attacks and to slightly deflect projectile attacks. As a bonus, the tank is also EMP shielded and sealed against the elements, and has the ability to deploy four extremely powerful flotation balloons should it come into contact with deep water that cannot be maneuvered out of. The tank has four hours of air with all external vents closed.
Finally, the tank is camouflaged with a sort of reactive camo. It won’t turn the tank invisible, but it does help to break up the outline when on the move in almost any environment and help to hide the tank when immobile.
The weapons of the tank are also adapting to the new battlefield. One each side of the tank are four linked laser cannons that can rotate out one hundred and eighty degrees to cover attacks from each side. These laser systems are primarily used to overwhelm any shield system that the enemy mechs have with rapid, medium strength bolts. On the front of the tank is a pair of heavy machine guns for infantry targets.
The primary weapon of the tank is a large plasma cannon. The balls/bolts of plasma fired by the cannon can be defeated by shield systems, but will easily melt armor, overheat internal systems, and generally make everything unpleasant for anything downrage. The shields of the King of Fire are also in place to protect the tank from itself due to the extreme heat generated by the cannon’s projectiles.
The weapons of the tank are powered by a small nuclear based reactor within the tank. This reactor is near the center of the tank, and is heavily shielded with numerous safety systems, including redundant systems in place as a backup. It’s one of the most protected items within the tank, and Alexandria will pull out of combat far before it is put into danger. However, thanks to this, the normally fixed-mount plasma cannon can be brought to the frontlines of any conflict that Alexandria wishes, which makes for a devastating opponent.
The tank is capable of reaching speeds of 15 miles per hour off road, and is capable of reaching 22 miles per hour on road. The hull of the tank is approximately six meters high, with the turret adding an additional two meters to that, in addition, the tank is thirteen meters long and eight and a half meters wide. The tank weighs in at approximately three hundred tonnes, which makes it tough to lift off the ground. The tank has a one and a half meters of ground clearance.
Personality: Alexandria is a ruthless commander on the battlefield. She expects excellence from everyone under her command and isn’t afraid to shoot her own soldiers should they disobey, which has gotten her into trouble before. Off the battlefield, Alexandria is rather quiet, but still stern when she communicates. She’s not fond of playing around or the “finer things” in life. To best sum up Alexandria would be “All work and no play.”
Background: Alexandria was born into The Andevin Hedgemony, and grew up around soldiers. Her early life was spent maintaining the weapons that the soldiers used, and when she was eighteen she was drafted into infantry training. The commanders treated her no differently than the men she was around, and so her previously innocent personality was broken and remade into that of a soldier. She fought on the front lines between two warring clans before being promoted to tank commander. She was given command of the King of Fire and proved to be an almost natural fit for the tank. The crew for the tank swore loyalty, and they rejoined the fray. Several successful missions went by before they fell victim to a trap. Alexandria was thirty at the time, and with their main gun disabled she was forced to ram an enemy mech and crush it in order to avoid dying. This gained her a nasty scar upon her cheek from the impact at high speeds. Her crew panicked due to being alone near the edge of their lines. He moved to assault Alexandria, and forced her hand. Without hesitation, she brought her pistol up from its holster and put two oversized bullets into the crewmans heart and head. He dropped to the ground, dead. The rest of the crew fell into line, but this event was not without consequence. Alexandria was discharged from the armed forces. Knowing nothing but the battlefield, Alexandria stole the repaired King of Fire and departed the planet aboard a freight ship. For two years Alexandria has sold herself as a mercenary, and has retrofitted the tank to only require a crew of one: Her.
In recent times, she had heard the call for the upcoming wargames at New Devon. Seeing an oppertunity, Alexandria has come to display her might and earn followers for what will become her new warband.
Motivation(s): Lead a warband and potentially seize command of The Andevin Hedgemony after the power struggle has ended.
Alright. Here's my CS. Please let me know if anything needs to be changed/fixed and I'll see what I can do.
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Mechs? I love me some mechs, I'll get started on a CS then, sure as sure!
Made a small edit to correct "tank" to "mech" in her backstory, also included a fold in her coat so that she has east access to her powered fist because, after thinking on it later, the cables would constantly hold her coat open and make it obvious.
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Sounds good, thanks for the head's up! Keep us in the loop~
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Thanks for the heads up, good to know indeed. Also finally got my cranked out, in other news, figured we could use an older, "wiser", head hanging around.
Name:
Ansgar Staudinger
Age:
48
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Faction:
N/A
Occupation:
Freelance Mech Pilot
Personality:
Ansgar is a fairly relaxed soul, unflappable in the face of even the strictest or most hard headed of commanders, and finds it entertaining watching them needlessly freak out or lose their cool over the slightest thing going wrong. He is open to a fault, being blunt with anything that he says and having zero qualms saying it to their face as well. Having been around the block a couple times now, he lets experience and hard learned lessons show, never acting rashly since he rarely has anything to prove as far as he is concerned. Ansgar definitely enjoys a good fight, hunting down targets with a frightening amount of efficiency that isn't betrayed by his off duty nature of staying laid back and just relaxing. When it comes down to a fight, be it in his Mech, a bar brawl, or otherwise, he's a proponent of finishing things as fast as possible, meaning striking someone down in one blow and moving on. He also has no qualms facing death, making sure that he is at peace with his God every day he wakes up, in case its his last, and always has his affairs in order, simple as they are, just in case.
Background:
The Staudinger family used to be of some note several generations ago, a noble family in the Republics, but by the time of even Ansgar's father, William, this was a wistful dream at best for the more generously minded of those who still remembered their name at all. His father had already sold off pretty much anything remaining to the family name to buy one last Mech, a Mk. IV, and spent his waning years preparing it for his son, Ansgar. Ansgar was raised as a soldier, a pilot, to be fighting tooth and nail to survive to see the following day, and for his credit, he kept a pretty good humor about it. Ansgar would, and never will, speak ill of his father, who had equipped him for just that, to survive a lifetime of conflict. Ansgar would leave his father behind, per his wishes, vanishing to the stars and abandoning the Republics space completely, at the time a barely eighteen year old rookie taking his chances in the stars.
That was thirty years ago for the now aging man, a man who had seen warfare across enough planets that he has lost count and see fights on both sides of most any faction in conflict now. This has only tempered Ansgar, who continues arriving at one hotspot from the last, using a fair amount of his income to keep his ancient Mk. IV up and running, his oldest partner being his SAC-C, whom some associates jokingly refer to as Mrs. Staudinger, though he doesn't speak her name outside of when he is in the Mk. IV itself. Somewhat surprisingly is his continued lack of loyalty to any single cause, being sworn to no Liege or faction. This isn't because of anything like being unwelcome, he just has yet to find anyone he finds interesting enough to follow into warfare, the young princes and princesses of the current generation boring him a bit. So he wanders from fight to fight, keeping himself afloat, drifting with his Mech, his SAC-C, and living life as it approached him.
Motivation(s):
Ansgar is, in the short term, looking for a good fight, whether by following a lord or lady or by freelancing, and to keep himself afloat. Preferably doing both at the same time, if at all possible. He expects to follow in his family steps and find himself in a no win situation, where he goes down swinging and takes as many of the poor fools facing him along as possible, and that suits him just fine, far as he is concerned. He ain't interested in getting old and fat on some farm, and passing away on his ass.
Ansgar Staudinger
Age:
48
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Piloting Suit (Sealed against void exposure)
Casual Wear
Casual Wear
Faction:
N/A
Occupation:
Freelance Mech Pilot
Production Model:
Cromhill Industries Mk.IV Male Variant
Mech Nickname:
Cú Chulainn
SAC-C Nickname:
Scáthach
Owner:
Ansgar Staudinger
- Technical Details -
The Cromhill Industries Mk. IV is a discontinued line of Mechs, Cromhill Industries now out of business, and was built early on in the production years of combat mechs once the initial problems were solved. Envisioned as a vanguard model, leading Lances and drawing fire, clearly influenced its construction and choices that departed from where Mech units would eventually find themselves, role wise. The Mk. IV is, even by contemporary standards, extremely armored to the point it affected an unmodified Mk. IV's mobility, something that contributed to its inevitable downfall from mainline use as more agile foes would make themselves known. Another problem that plagued pilots was the heat generation, the cockpit being uncontrolled atmosphere wise, forcing pilots to don specially designed coolant and void sealed suits when operating in atmosphere's that did not, or would not, support normal life operations. Critics quickly pointed out these countless flaws, ignoring what the few remaining Mk. IV owners would point out as strong points, and they remain a mostly forgotten point in history.
William Staudinger (Ansgar's Father) picked up a Mk. IV when he was in his mid teens, needing a cheap Mech and was willing to take risks with something seen as a failed experiment in Mech development. Dubbing the Mk. IV 'Cú Chulainn', William set about retrofitting a great deal throughout his life. Firstly was the installation of a SACC module, due to its original being stripped and installed elsewhere when mothballed. The SAC-C would develop into quite the matronly figure, with underlying viciousness and cold application of logic, though William would die before giving her a proper name. Next was the repairing and updating of the power plant, woefully underpowered for the weight class the Mk. IV fell into, utilizing the fact its power generator space was overly large for modern power plants, giving it a power plant that blew the Mk. IV's power problems out of the water and maintained an almost unreasonable surplus of energy. 'Cú Chulainn' was still slower than standard mechs, but it didn't risk overtaxing the system and burning out or shutting down the mech, and did improve its speed somewhat, but that would be like saying it went from a crawl to a walk.
Next on William's checklist was the control system, which currently uses a, albeit still outdated, manual control system that was more intuitive and easier on the pilot to use than its original, highly complex input systems. Entry to the cockpit still was through the back of the torso, pilot crawling past internal munitions racks and loaders along a claustrophobic path, narrow enough to prevent being able to turn around in, to haul themselves up into a, at a glance, cramped head cockpit. However, once settled in, everything was within extremely easy reach, making it rather easy to operate once actually online and moving. Other internals, including replaced servos, electronic suite upgrades, munitions and other systems required for effective operations meant that, outside of the externals, very little of the original Mk. IV existed by the time Ansgar Staudinger inherited the Mk. IV, which has seen most of his overhauls done in the weapons department instead as his father had kept the internals where they needed to be.
The Primary Armament on 'Cú Chulainn' is the prototype rail cannon, code named Gáe Bolg, on the right arm at the elbow joint. The weapon utilizes a variant ammo system that uses an internal magazine that slightly protrudes from the bottom of the weapon, and loads caseless ammo from loaders in the right side of the Mk. IV's body, eliminating the need for a means of ejecting spent casings. Second, as it is a rail weapon, it generates very little recoil though the spike in power draw does give it away. Being smoothbore, the weapon can and does maintain a small surplus of specialist rounds. The majority of its on board rounds are APDS, Armor Piercing Discarding Sabot, rounds that are designed for hunting other Mechs, Tanks, and typically anything with heavy armor. Also on board are several AP Incendiary shells, designed for follow up attacks against either softer targets, such as troop transports, or strikes against weak points in armor. Upon piercing armor, the shell ignites on board fuel and maximizes the spray of burning substance across anything that is within reach internally. Oddly, these shells are ineffective against ground targets due to the AP nature of the shells causing them to bury into the ground before deploying incendiary second stage, due to not being designed to deploy until impact.
Secondary armaments include its torso mounted missile rack, cover swinging open on hydraulics to expose five missiles at a time. Curiously, the original Mk. IV carried Surface to Air missiles in this rack, designed to fire upon incoming aircraft before they could engage the lance. However, once field tests concluded that the fact the missile rack was poorly located for anti air munitions (requiring the torso to be squared away with the incoming aircraft) most remaining Mk.IV units in service have replaced the missiles used. 'Cú Chulainn' utilizes missiles that are designed to cripple and disable hard targets at range, setting up shots from the Gáe Bolg by crippling motor functions (such as treads and leg motors), sensors, and other external modules that allow a hostile unit to function.
Tertiary weapons reside on its left arm, the manipulator arm being reinforced and capable of engaging in close combat, grappling or striking against opponents should the need arise. More notable is the CQB module mounted on the external part of the 'forearm' of the left arm, which in fact use heat generated by the Mk. IV to provide an ignition source for the twin nozzled flamethrower housed in the forearm. While this is, obviously, intended as an anti infantry weapon, it can be used against emplacements and other hostile targets that have poor heat management.
Outside of weapons, the Mk. IV has a crude ECM suite, capable of protecting itself from external attacks. However, it lacked reliable means of disrupting missile attacks using electronic counter attacks against target locks, instead utilizing an older method. Deploying countermeasures such as Chaff (against any directed missiles via methods such as radar) and flares (against heat seeking weapons) give the Mk. IV a surprisingly flashy and distracting method of defense against guided weapons. Besides viewing ports in the head, the Mk. IV uses cameras spaced about the head, with backups elsewhere, providing a simulated 360 degree view that is designed to project directly onto screens inside the cockpit of the Mk. IV, allowing the pilot to look around and spot targets, with SAC-C assistance.
Cromhill Industries Mk.IV Male Variant
Mech Nickname:
Cú Chulainn
SAC-C Nickname:
Scáthach
Owner:
Ansgar Staudinger
- Technical Details -
The Cromhill Industries Mk. IV is a discontinued line of Mechs, Cromhill Industries now out of business, and was built early on in the production years of combat mechs once the initial problems were solved. Envisioned as a vanguard model, leading Lances and drawing fire, clearly influenced its construction and choices that departed from where Mech units would eventually find themselves, role wise. The Mk. IV is, even by contemporary standards, extremely armored to the point it affected an unmodified Mk. IV's mobility, something that contributed to its inevitable downfall from mainline use as more agile foes would make themselves known. Another problem that plagued pilots was the heat generation, the cockpit being uncontrolled atmosphere wise, forcing pilots to don specially designed coolant and void sealed suits when operating in atmosphere's that did not, or would not, support normal life operations. Critics quickly pointed out these countless flaws, ignoring what the few remaining Mk. IV owners would point out as strong points, and they remain a mostly forgotten point in history.
William Staudinger (Ansgar's Father) picked up a Mk. IV when he was in his mid teens, needing a cheap Mech and was willing to take risks with something seen as a failed experiment in Mech development. Dubbing the Mk. IV 'Cú Chulainn', William set about retrofitting a great deal throughout his life. Firstly was the installation of a SACC module, due to its original being stripped and installed elsewhere when mothballed. The SAC-C would develop into quite the matronly figure, with underlying viciousness and cold application of logic, though William would die before giving her a proper name. Next was the repairing and updating of the power plant, woefully underpowered for the weight class the Mk. IV fell into, utilizing the fact its power generator space was overly large for modern power plants, giving it a power plant that blew the Mk. IV's power problems out of the water and maintained an almost unreasonable surplus of energy. 'Cú Chulainn' was still slower than standard mechs, but it didn't risk overtaxing the system and burning out or shutting down the mech, and did improve its speed somewhat, but that would be like saying it went from a crawl to a walk.
Next on William's checklist was the control system, which currently uses a, albeit still outdated, manual control system that was more intuitive and easier on the pilot to use than its original, highly complex input systems. Entry to the cockpit still was through the back of the torso, pilot crawling past internal munitions racks and loaders along a claustrophobic path, narrow enough to prevent being able to turn around in, to haul themselves up into a, at a glance, cramped head cockpit. However, once settled in, everything was within extremely easy reach, making it rather easy to operate once actually online and moving. Other internals, including replaced servos, electronic suite upgrades, munitions and other systems required for effective operations meant that, outside of the externals, very little of the original Mk. IV existed by the time Ansgar Staudinger inherited the Mk. IV, which has seen most of his overhauls done in the weapons department instead as his father had kept the internals where they needed to be.
The Primary Armament on 'Cú Chulainn' is the prototype rail cannon, code named Gáe Bolg, on the right arm at the elbow joint. The weapon utilizes a variant ammo system that uses an internal magazine that slightly protrudes from the bottom of the weapon, and loads caseless ammo from loaders in the right side of the Mk. IV's body, eliminating the need for a means of ejecting spent casings. Second, as it is a rail weapon, it generates very little recoil though the spike in power draw does give it away. Being smoothbore, the weapon can and does maintain a small surplus of specialist rounds. The majority of its on board rounds are APDS, Armor Piercing Discarding Sabot, rounds that are designed for hunting other Mechs, Tanks, and typically anything with heavy armor. Also on board are several AP Incendiary shells, designed for follow up attacks against either softer targets, such as troop transports, or strikes against weak points in armor. Upon piercing armor, the shell ignites on board fuel and maximizes the spray of burning substance across anything that is within reach internally. Oddly, these shells are ineffective against ground targets due to the AP nature of the shells causing them to bury into the ground before deploying incendiary second stage, due to not being designed to deploy until impact.
Secondary armaments include its torso mounted missile rack, cover swinging open on hydraulics to expose five missiles at a time. Curiously, the original Mk. IV carried Surface to Air missiles in this rack, designed to fire upon incoming aircraft before they could engage the lance. However, once field tests concluded that the fact the missile rack was poorly located for anti air munitions (requiring the torso to be squared away with the incoming aircraft) most remaining Mk.IV units in service have replaced the missiles used. 'Cú Chulainn' utilizes missiles that are designed to cripple and disable hard targets at range, setting up shots from the Gáe Bolg by crippling motor functions (such as treads and leg motors), sensors, and other external modules that allow a hostile unit to function.
Tertiary weapons reside on its left arm, the manipulator arm being reinforced and capable of engaging in close combat, grappling or striking against opponents should the need arise. More notable is the CQB module mounted on the external part of the 'forearm' of the left arm, which in fact use heat generated by the Mk. IV to provide an ignition source for the twin nozzled flamethrower housed in the forearm. While this is, obviously, intended as an anti infantry weapon, it can be used against emplacements and other hostile targets that have poor heat management.
Outside of weapons, the Mk. IV has a crude ECM suite, capable of protecting itself from external attacks. However, it lacked reliable means of disrupting missile attacks using electronic counter attacks against target locks, instead utilizing an older method. Deploying countermeasures such as Chaff (against any directed missiles via methods such as radar) and flares (against heat seeking weapons) give the Mk. IV a surprisingly flashy and distracting method of defense against guided weapons. Besides viewing ports in the head, the Mk. IV uses cameras spaced about the head, with backups elsewhere, providing a simulated 360 degree view that is designed to project directly onto screens inside the cockpit of the Mk. IV, allowing the pilot to look around and spot targets, with SAC-C assistance.
Personality:
Ansgar is a fairly relaxed soul, unflappable in the face of even the strictest or most hard headed of commanders, and finds it entertaining watching them needlessly freak out or lose their cool over the slightest thing going wrong. He is open to a fault, being blunt with anything that he says and having zero qualms saying it to their face as well. Having been around the block a couple times now, he lets experience and hard learned lessons show, never acting rashly since he rarely has anything to prove as far as he is concerned. Ansgar definitely enjoys a good fight, hunting down targets with a frightening amount of efficiency that isn't betrayed by his off duty nature of staying laid back and just relaxing. When it comes down to a fight, be it in his Mech, a bar brawl, or otherwise, he's a proponent of finishing things as fast as possible, meaning striking someone down in one blow and moving on. He also has no qualms facing death, making sure that he is at peace with his God every day he wakes up, in case its his last, and always has his affairs in order, simple as they are, just in case.
Background:
The Staudinger family used to be of some note several generations ago, a noble family in the Republics, but by the time of even Ansgar's father, William, this was a wistful dream at best for the more generously minded of those who still remembered their name at all. His father had already sold off pretty much anything remaining to the family name to buy one last Mech, a Mk. IV, and spent his waning years preparing it for his son, Ansgar. Ansgar was raised as a soldier, a pilot, to be fighting tooth and nail to survive to see the following day, and for his credit, he kept a pretty good humor about it. Ansgar would, and never will, speak ill of his father, who had equipped him for just that, to survive a lifetime of conflict. Ansgar would leave his father behind, per his wishes, vanishing to the stars and abandoning the Republics space completely, at the time a barely eighteen year old rookie taking his chances in the stars.
That was thirty years ago for the now aging man, a man who had seen warfare across enough planets that he has lost count and see fights on both sides of most any faction in conflict now. This has only tempered Ansgar, who continues arriving at one hotspot from the last, using a fair amount of his income to keep his ancient Mk. IV up and running, his oldest partner being his SAC-C, whom some associates jokingly refer to as Mrs. Staudinger, though he doesn't speak her name outside of when he is in the Mk. IV itself. Somewhat surprisingly is his continued lack of loyalty to any single cause, being sworn to no Liege or faction. This isn't because of anything like being unwelcome, he just has yet to find anyone he finds interesting enough to follow into warfare, the young princes and princesses of the current generation boring him a bit. So he wanders from fight to fight, keeping himself afloat, drifting with his Mech, his SAC-C, and living life as it approached him.
Motivation(s):
Ansgar is, in the short term, looking for a good fight, whether by following a lord or lady or by freelancing, and to keep himself afloat. Preferably doing both at the same time, if at all possible. He expects to follow in his family steps and find himself in a no win situation, where he goes down swinging and takes as many of the poor fools facing him along as possible, and that suits him just fine, far as he is concerned. He ain't interested in getting old and fat on some farm, and passing away on his ass.
Here's hoping that the thread is posted soon, and also a bump to provide more visibility for anyone else that might want to join.
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superservo27 Hey I'm Grump! I'm Not So Grump!
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Are Titanfall titans allowed? Because it would be great and I might join if they were.
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The vibe is more mech warrior than Titanfall for this
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Ah. I regret telling you this, but I won't join this. For one thing, I've never played Mechwarrior.
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