Outside of Everything that is Order is a twisting miasma of utmost confusion--the Throneroom of the Universe, engineered by the blasphemous fathers of the boiling chaos and confusion, that has slithered it’s writhing angst into the world since before time, their ability to evolve a long forgotten vestige.
An intelligence, lo The Intelligence. All of it. The progenies of cosmic ignorance that slumber among the dead quiet of the spiralling galaxies that attempt in futility to escape the ever ebbing and flowing madness of The Intelligence.
A minor disturbance ripples through this vast sea of abominations. A stir of life on a small, insignificant speck of blue disturbs the maddening silence.
Thus The Intelligence turns its horrid gaze toward the whisper. The audacity of an existence outside of itself. Millions of shuddering eyes cling to the silent song of this sinful life that dare to exist on the reaches of reality.
When humanity will wonder why they will have already forgotten their sin by the time they are paying for it.
When it comes to sci-fi anything with monsters is by far my favourite especially where kaiju are involved! I'm looking for a partner who loves kaiju as much as I do, to suit up and do battle against the mindless madness that has twisted its way to our world with the mission of utter destruction. The Kaiju will have two "designations", one in their native tongue and the nicknames that humanity has given them. Our knowledge of Kaiju comes from a book called Deus ex Lexicon that was found after the first attack 25 years ago. The military force created to fight kaiju is called "The Pan-Earth Kaiju Defence Corp" and mechs are called "Archangels". I will be playing my character Trent Challenger" at this point--we may need to make some more. I have a few Kaiju in mind and we can make more if needed! Now, who is ready to bust some kaiju?
Trent Challenger
Occupation: Archangel Pilot
Physical Description: Trent Challenger stands at an even 6’0”. He’s African-American, with hazel eyes, sandy-brown short hair and a goatee. Both of his ears are pierced. When he’s not killing Kaiju he wears a black and red leather jacket, black jeans and scuffed boots. On his right hand is his father’s class ring.
Personality: Trent is very good at coming up with ideas that are considered out of the norm to others. He approaches social standards totally different than others often having a lack of care for them. Because of this he is able to see the endless possibilities of all (who, where and what is going around him, not so much WHY) around him. Despite being able to find multiple resources for any plan, he is too focused on the world around him and what needs to be done for it and the people in it. He is very expressive and is even exuberant. He likes to be surrounded by people because its something that motivates him. He has a strong set of moral values that he’ll stick by and will never stop fighting for. While he thrives to help everyone out he also likes to maintain staying true to himself. He’s not open minded to anything that goes against his moral code will do everything within his power to persuade the opposite to gain those values. It is his passion that drives him to be guided by his values more so than his emotions (ENFP). He is a “tactile” learner.
Habits/Mannerisms: Trent always says a short prayer before battle. He’s also oddly obsessed with diner food.
Background: The only reason why Trent joined the Pan-Earth Defence Corp at 18 was because he had no other option. He grew up a pastor’s kid and his dad wanted him to be a pastor as well. This wasn’t something Trent wanted to do. Trent had dreams of becoming a military SF author. Thus he was kicked out of his home. He spent five months moving from hotel to hotel, spending all of his money on needed expenses. He soon ran out of savings and was nearly homeless. On a night of drinking IPAs and buffalo wings—the last of his money—he saw a poster for the academy. With no money, no home the clothes on his back, and a coffee-stained half-finished manuscript Trent jumped at the chance and joined the academy. Trent had never put his body through so much mental and physical strain before. But over time he grow stronger and faster. He’s not “the best” Archangel pilot but set him behind the wheel of Valkyrie-class mech and he’ll lay waste to hordes of Kaiju. Trent pilots the Ron Stallworth—a Valkyrie-class mech, specifically designed for stealth, recon and rescue. Armed with a ghostdrive (cloaking device), shoulder mounted Hush-rifle and a plasma blade Trent swoops in with blistering and disappears just as quickly as he appeared
Internal Conflicts: Trent still has yet to make amends with his family. He doesn’t view his situation as a bad thing anymore, but a stepping stone in his adult life. He talks to his family as often as he can and like good parents his mom and dad are always concerned for his safety. They ask if he’s okay, if they need them to send a care package, and show a little bit concern for his occasional whiskey and cigar hobby.
Quotes: “You can always tell a diner by their eggs.” “If you drink that, you’re gonna be gone. Like Malaysian airlines.””Oh…my…crap.”
An intelligence, lo The Intelligence. All of it. The progenies of cosmic ignorance that slumber among the dead quiet of the spiralling galaxies that attempt in futility to escape the ever ebbing and flowing madness of The Intelligence.
A minor disturbance ripples through this vast sea of abominations. A stir of life on a small, insignificant speck of blue disturbs the maddening silence.
Thus The Intelligence turns its horrid gaze toward the whisper. The audacity of an existence outside of itself. Millions of shuddering eyes cling to the silent song of this sinful life that dare to exist on the reaches of reality.
When humanity will wonder why they will have already forgotten their sin by the time they are paying for it.
When it comes to sci-fi anything with monsters is by far my favourite especially where kaiju are involved! I'm looking for a partner who loves kaiju as much as I do, to suit up and do battle against the mindless madness that has twisted its way to our world with the mission of utter destruction. The Kaiju will have two "designations", one in their native tongue and the nicknames that humanity has given them. Our knowledge of Kaiju comes from a book called Deus ex Lexicon that was found after the first attack 25 years ago. The military force created to fight kaiju is called "The Pan-Earth Kaiju Defence Corp" and mechs are called "Archangels". I will be playing my character Trent Challenger" at this point--we may need to make some more. I have a few Kaiju in mind and we can make more if needed! Now, who is ready to bust some kaiju?
Trent Challenger
Occupation: Archangel Pilot
Physical Description: Trent Challenger stands at an even 6’0”. He’s African-American, with hazel eyes, sandy-brown short hair and a goatee. Both of his ears are pierced. When he’s not killing Kaiju he wears a black and red leather jacket, black jeans and scuffed boots. On his right hand is his father’s class ring.
Personality: Trent is very good at coming up with ideas that are considered out of the norm to others. He approaches social standards totally different than others often having a lack of care for them. Because of this he is able to see the endless possibilities of all (who, where and what is going around him, not so much WHY) around him. Despite being able to find multiple resources for any plan, he is too focused on the world around him and what needs to be done for it and the people in it. He is very expressive and is even exuberant. He likes to be surrounded by people because its something that motivates him. He has a strong set of moral values that he’ll stick by and will never stop fighting for. While he thrives to help everyone out he also likes to maintain staying true to himself. He’s not open minded to anything that goes against his moral code will do everything within his power to persuade the opposite to gain those values. It is his passion that drives him to be guided by his values more so than his emotions (ENFP). He is a “tactile” learner.
Habits/Mannerisms: Trent always says a short prayer before battle. He’s also oddly obsessed with diner food.
Background: The only reason why Trent joined the Pan-Earth Defence Corp at 18 was because he had no other option. He grew up a pastor’s kid and his dad wanted him to be a pastor as well. This wasn’t something Trent wanted to do. Trent had dreams of becoming a military SF author. Thus he was kicked out of his home. He spent five months moving from hotel to hotel, spending all of his money on needed expenses. He soon ran out of savings and was nearly homeless. On a night of drinking IPAs and buffalo wings—the last of his money—he saw a poster for the academy. With no money, no home the clothes on his back, and a coffee-stained half-finished manuscript Trent jumped at the chance and joined the academy. Trent had never put his body through so much mental and physical strain before. But over time he grow stronger and faster. He’s not “the best” Archangel pilot but set him behind the wheel of Valkyrie-class mech and he’ll lay waste to hordes of Kaiju. Trent pilots the Ron Stallworth—a Valkyrie-class mech, specifically designed for stealth, recon and rescue. Armed with a ghostdrive (cloaking device), shoulder mounted Hush-rifle and a plasma blade Trent swoops in with blistering and disappears just as quickly as he appeared
Internal Conflicts: Trent still has yet to make amends with his family. He doesn’t view his situation as a bad thing anymore, but a stepping stone in his adult life. He talks to his family as often as he can and like good parents his mom and dad are always concerned for his safety. They ask if he’s okay, if they need them to send a care package, and show a little bit concern for his occasional whiskey and cigar hobby.
Quotes: “You can always tell a diner by their eggs.” “If you drink that, you’re gonna be gone. Like Malaysian airlines.””Oh…my…crap.”