@Kuroyomihime
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Age: 19 | Gender: Female
Short Bio:
A generally stolid and down to earth young woman, lacking in lofty ambition as she carries on through life. She tended to be very reserved and rarely interacted on a personal level with others, her exterior hiding a discomfort with getting close to others. Koga never adopted any strong beliefs and presented herself as put together, but unremarkable. It's a small miracle she was latched onto by a mooching red head in kindergarten or she'd be bereft of any contact she actively wanted.
Koga graduated high school intending to enter college but found she had no drive for any particular degree and instead found herself swept along as the straight woman to her air headed best friend's dreams of internet fame. It seemed as good a path as any and it saved her the expense of college debt, so she went along with it while maintaining a low commitment job to get by on her own.
With a resting expression that is naturally severe she doesn't have many close acquaintances outside, leaving her ample time to try her hand at nurturing the fan base of the up-and-coming Gudako. It can be tiring work given the girl's tendency to make claims she can never hope to achieve but it's at least enjoyable. Her hope is to remain behind the scenes and manage things, usually finding herself up late into the wee hours of the morning editing videos and managing social media accounts.
In short, she's management, and to her eternal bemusement behind closed doors, she enjoys it.
Koga graduated high school intending to enter college but found she had no drive for any particular degree and instead found herself swept along as the straight woman to her air headed best friend's dreams of internet fame. It seemed as good a path as any and it saved her the expense of college debt, so she went along with it while maintaining a low commitment job to get by on her own.
With a resting expression that is naturally severe she doesn't have many close acquaintances outside, leaving her ample time to try her hand at nurturing the fan base of the up-and-coming Gudako. It can be tiring work given the girl's tendency to make claims she can never hope to achieve but it's at least enjoyable. Her hope is to remain behind the scenes and manage things, usually finding herself up late into the wee hours of the morning editing videos and managing social media accounts.
In short, she's management, and to her eternal bemusement behind closed doors, she enjoys it.
Name: Roche | Level: 90
Specs:
- Far Shot - The maximum range of your ranged attacks is improved.
Arsonist - Fires started with explosives and exotic weapons persist twice as long.
Phosphorus - Fire damage reduces enemy damage resistance and does increased damage to vehicles.
Environmental Resistance - Reduces damage from gas, acid, and fire by half.
Traverse Fire - Can fire one handed weapons while moving without penalty.
Rapid Reload - The reload / cooldown time of Weapons is reduced.
Pack Master - Can draw out inventory items while firing a one-handed weapon.
Combat Style:
Roche isn't much for being fancy. She wants the job done and she doesn't care if anyone gives her a D in Style Points. Incendiary weapons are her main tool of choice, an overwhelming tide of fire and chemicals to burn her enemies out while concealing herself amidst smoke and flame. Wielding an exotic Gauntlet-mounted flamethrower, she needs only one hand to fire and thus utilizes a great deal of explosives and utility grenades to flush out enemies or protect herself and allies.
That a roaring inferno makes an excellent backdrop for others to fight is an added bonus.
That a roaring inferno makes an excellent backdrop for others to fight is an added bonus.
Skill:
- Exotic Weapon - Flamethrower: 1000
Grenades: 1000
CQC: 500
Medic: 1000
Other: 1500
Weapons:
- Incinerator Gauntlet
4 Smoke Grenades
4 Flashbangs
2 Fragmentation Grenades
Inventory:
- Chaff Grenades
EMP Grenades
Incinerator Fuel Canisters
Medkits
Camera for Live Streaming
486,520 Credits
98 Photonic Crystals
Her name was not Roach, but that didn’t stop the phone from belching it out into her at a god forsaken hour of the morning.
Koga Ooe, or more commonly known by her universal online Nome De Guerre of Roche, awoke with her cheek pressed to the cool surface of a desk with her arms splayed over a keyboard and the dimmed light of her monitor seeming as baleful as the sun to her gaze. Flinching away from the offending illumination she reared up against the padding of her swivel chair and grimaced at the crack of cartilage and bone.
”Ugh.” Koga groaned as she reached out for a glass of tepid water she’d thoughtfully pushed far from her sleeping position, finding the relief of moisture on her throat helped to rouse the senses. It brought with it a chill passing beneath the hem of an over-sized T-shirt draped over her and providing none of the warmth the alluring mattress over yonder tempted her with.
She wanted it badly, but the incessant ringing of her phone forced her hand and answered the device with a grim swiftness. Delaying would only make it worse, of that she was certain when this particular ring tone sounded.
It didn’t last a minute yet her explosive sigh spoke of the strain it put upon her. A lesser person would have hid beneath their bed covers and waited the approaching horror out, but the more experienced Koga knew full well the bane of her sleep schedule had a key and would drag her from bed without a second thought.
Better instead to prepare for the inevitable and get a pot of coffee brewing. So she resigned herself to her fate and pushed the chair away from her desk, only to pause as the jostling re-ignited the screens brightness and compelled the monitor to reveal it's secrets. There before her was the upload of their latest video, a dungeon guide if the title was to be believed.
It had finished some hours ago and already the view count was in the dozens. Nothing to brag about but it brought a serene smile to her haggard lips regardless. The memory of absolute desolation in the views department was not so old she couldn't appreciate every last one that came her way. Koga nodded to herself and left the computer behind, resigned to be carried along on the whirlwind of Ryuko's obsession. Resigned, but content.
Koga Ooe, or more commonly known by her universal online Nome De Guerre of Roche, awoke with her cheek pressed to the cool surface of a desk with her arms splayed over a keyboard and the dimmed light of her monitor seeming as baleful as the sun to her gaze. Flinching away from the offending illumination she reared up against the padding of her swivel chair and grimaced at the crack of cartilage and bone.
”Ugh.” Koga groaned as she reached out for a glass of tepid water she’d thoughtfully pushed far from her sleeping position, finding the relief of moisture on her throat helped to rouse the senses. It brought with it a chill passing beneath the hem of an over-sized T-shirt draped over her and providing none of the warmth the alluring mattress over yonder tempted her with.
She wanted it badly, but the incessant ringing of her phone forced her hand and answered the device with a grim swiftness. Delaying would only make it worse, of that she was certain when this particular ring tone sounded.
It didn’t last a minute yet her explosive sigh spoke of the strain it put upon her. A lesser person would have hid beneath their bed covers and waited the approaching horror out, but the more experienced Koga knew full well the bane of her sleep schedule had a key and would drag her from bed without a second thought.
Better instead to prepare for the inevitable and get a pot of coffee brewing. So she resigned herself to her fate and pushed the chair away from her desk, only to pause as the jostling re-ignited the screens brightness and compelled the monitor to reveal it's secrets. There before her was the upload of their latest video, a dungeon guide if the title was to be believed.
It had finished some hours ago and already the view count was in the dozens. Nothing to brag about but it brought a serene smile to her haggard lips regardless. The memory of absolute desolation in the views department was not so old she couldn't appreciate every last one that came her way. Koga nodded to herself and left the computer behind, resigned to be carried along on the whirlwind of Ryuko's obsession. Resigned, but content.
