inb4 Junko's gun misfire and explodes her head off.
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I'm gonna guess my character has a high likelihood of death, what with bull rushing into the fog and all. 
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I think everyone except myself charged into the fog to some degree, so you aren't the only one in danger.
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Name: Peter Táo
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance: Standing at 6'3, Peter's near towering figure inspires a commanding presence and an unflinching posture. His facial features offer both a warming smile and a ferocious stare. Additionally, the Washington native presents a solidly built upper body frame, balanced lower body conditioning, and capabilities of great physical feats. Several scars along his temples and left cheek provide evidence of extensive tours and patrol duties as do healed bullet wounds along both arms.
History Type: Bunker Boy
Biography: Peter was born a native in the Washington Bunker and forged a life within the former United States Capital's heavily fortified zones. Washington Bunker's well equipped, supplied, and trained ground forces proved a stark contrast against other surrounding wasteland holdouts and the competency within Washington residents proved somewhat of a model towards other Bunkers. As a child, Peter's great grandfather spoke of the days following the devastating nuclear winters when major American green zones began establishing themselves surrounding the Washington Bunker. The Táo family's fate proved fortunate enough to bring them within the bunker's fallout shelters during the nuclear winters alongside many politicians, scientists, doctors, military officers, engineers, and intellects. Sadly, contact between other family members within other parts of the world were lost and given the harsh demands within post nuclear America, Peter's family focused on survival and integration as so many other American survivors did.
Having survived the brunt of the major nuclear fallout; properly coordinated Washington air, armored, and mech elements quickly established what became known as the Columbian Perimeter during a valiant push to fortify and secure vital areas along the Potomac River. Peter's great grandfather, Norman Táo served alongside the remaining United States National Guard and Reserve elements to retain Washington Bunker's stability within the greater D.C. Area and was able to instill pre-nuclear catacylsm values to future generations. Thus, even after Norman's aged passing, the Táo family managed to preserve and incorporate strong American ethical values of the pre-cataclysm age in assisting others during times of hardship while they steadily earned a place amongst Washington Bunker's upper echelons. When his father and uncles were were caught in a horrific, three-way battle between outnumbered Bunker ground elements, U-ARM Insurgents, and hordes of bezerking, mutant colossi, Peter watched from a distance as the doomed Miwaukee Citadel flattened due to saturated ADAM safety protocol artillery salvos. The risks to allowing mutant colossi to spill over to the nearby Bunkers Detroit and Chicago were too great and no attempts to launch rescue operations were ordered. As such, there were few survivors and neither his father, uncles, or Bunker Security Personnel were amongst the living. The chilling memory served as both a haunting reminder to poor judgments amongst Bunker upper echelon officers, the price for sacrificing ground elements for a greater good, and the costs of incompetency. Devastated, Peter returned to Bunker Washington's fortified territory, having resolved to never allow another repeat and as a growing adolescent and as one of the Táo family's oldest males, Peter spent much time in and out of Bunker Washington to assist outlying homesteaders and caravan traders alike while taking up the mantle to serve as a role model for his younger cousins within the regional walls.
When he came of age, the 20th generation Asian American entered one of the Colonies' most rigorous basics with a determined and fiery intensity not seen within many other recruits. True to their name, Washington Bunker's training for enlisted personnel was renowned to involve brutishly rigorous, months-long combat exercises and expected the graduated candidate classes to perform flawlessly. After completing many grueling months' combat and field exercises, Peter joined the famed BWSEC and trained within perfectly preserved pre-war military facilities of the surrounding D.C. Area before deploying alongside other Columbian personnel to further expand the homesteads stretching along the purified Potomac River. Fighting and training alongside Washington Bunker troops demanded an extraordinary excellence found in few other Bunker Security Forces and drew upon pre-nuclear cataclysm standards. As Peter learned, Washington Bunker Security standards held high expectations towards each guardsman, pilot, and listener and thus found no tolerance for incompetence.
Within three years, Peter was approached to enter the ranks of Washington Bunker's quick-reaction, Frontal Assault Shock Trooper branch or better known by their F.A.S.T. Acronym. Peter soon found himself immediately deployed in and around the Northern Colony frontiers where Bunker Washington personnel offered limited assistance to Bunkers Boston and New York Military Personnel as they held the line against increasingly aggressive mutant colossi, well organized U-ARM terrorists, behemoth creature fiends, and nightmarish beasts alike. Following his 8th tour, Peter fell madly in love with a breathtaking member of Bunker Washington's few medical directors and managed to set the frameworks to begin a family; however, before he could fully settle into the Columbian inner walls, times changed. Following urgent distress transmissions from Bunkers Chicago and Detroit regarding an alarming situation concerning a growing Shadow Zone, reserve elements within Bunker Washington's Armed Forces were placed on high alert and fearing a potential overrun of two entire American Bunkers, Bunker Washington Command secretly began organizing a possible military aid package to offer limited support towards Bunker Chicago's beleaguered military elements. Several squadron commanders of Washington Bunker's forces composed of its hand-picked Frontal Assault Shock Troopers were approached to potentially deploy via one way insertion into the Chicago, Lake Michigan Bastion. Wanting nothing more than to prevent a similar Milwaukee repeat, Peter felt more than inclined to reinforce Bunker Chicago to offer black operative assistance against the colony's increasingly hostile, northern frontier ...
Technical Information:
Career Path:
Grunt: As a grunt, Peter became a seasoned ground infantry specialist, having found zero proficiency within the mechanized aspects of warfare and having thus far evaded the mutations that has and had affected so many other survivors. Instead, the Washington native utilized specialty training and customized firearm handling to address the Colonies' countless threats. Repeatedly underestimated, Peter's ground infantry contributions are not immediately appreciated, however, that does devalue not his potency as a formidable battlefield asset.
Grunt:
--AT 1: Adrenaline Junkie
--AT 2: Full American Unload --Break Their Will (Rank 2): Individual bullets now have a small chance to pierce cover before destroying it, and spraying an area down generally causes mass hysteria and panic attacks in those caught under fire, even after the barrage has stopped, until they snap out of it by random chance or someone snaps them out of it. There is also a greater chance of simply obliterating whatever cover the enemy is hiding behind. (Suppressed targets panic, can pierce cover, greater chance of destroying cover.)
--AT 3: A Soldier's Wrath
--SUPPRESSING FIRE: Exactly as implied. (Greater chance of pinning enemies down when firing at them. Does stack with Full American Unload.)
--Concentrate Fire: When firing at targets which allies are firing at there is a greater chance for both attacks to succeed. This also works for allies attacking your targets. (Accuracy and/or damage bonuses, depending on situation, when Peter is contributing to the damage against a target.)
Manifest Destiny: Humanity has a knack for survival, for a variety of reasons. The first is their versatility: These Grunts have trained hard enough that they can wield any weapon masterfully and without penalty. The second is their numbers: These Grunts can radio in for artillery strikes or aerial support and generally can get at least one per mission. The third is their stubborn ingenuity: These Grunts have access to top of the line technology like Pilots to amplify their abilities, and have access to the same laboratories.
--MD 1: Power Suit: The heavy of heavy armor and the infantryman's number one protection choice for every Bunker Security Grunt. U-ARM Heavy Troopers are renowned for shrugging off close-proximity grenade, but potentially lack an industrial base to manufacture, retrofit, or supply replacement parts. On the other hand, the Bunker Cities do and Inner Levels possess self-sustaining industrial bases with which to refit most pieces of lost or broken equipment. The Bunker Power Suit offers much greater protection to its users through its advanced armor components. While not enough to outright stop anti-tank rounds, it brings added protection against shrapnel, grenades, incendiary rounds, explosives, and the occasional nuclear radiated hellhole ; ^ )
Inventory:
Medkit: A standard medical kit, including bandages, stitches, rubbing alcohol, and more.
Radio: A standard manufactured radio for rudimentary communication and limited squad based contact.
Frag Grenade: Two standardized council issued, ball-shaped, and hand-held explosives. Extract the pin, heave it into an intended arc, and anticipate incoming explosion. The desired destruction varies depending on an area's open space and existing cover ...
Flashbang: A non-lethal version of the standardized council issued, Frag Grenade. The flashbang's purpose is to project a bright flash of light and a loud bang, thereby blinding and deafening opponents.
Dog-Tags: Identification for the worst case scenario and invaluable in the event of a post-mortem sighting and/or recovery.
Standard Watch: A common wrist watch, powered by gears and springs as in old clockwork, only compartmentalized to fit on the wrist.
Swiss Army Knife: The multi-purpose knife and crafted mini-tool set in one; handy for various situations or encounters.
Flash-Light: An absolute necessity within dark places and often mounted on a shoulder or duct-taped to a weapon.
Necklace attached Portrait Locket: Peter's one treasured pocket portrait of his wife and new-born son.
Standard Military Sunglasses: Useful for eye protection and preservation against bright lights.
Standard Helmet Camera: Camera footage never hurts and even in death, recovery teams could still gain valuable insights into the previous wearer's demise and/or failures.
eProd Touch MP6 Player: The ultimate pre-cataclysm musical device generation prior to the nuclear winter and a relic of the American past.
Earbuds: Who wouldn't carry these?!
Toothpicks: Some habits never die and carrying tooth picks is one of them.
An Ironman Action Figure: A childhood figurine passed down from generation to generation as reminder of pre-cataclysmic America's cultural media.
Signature: I, GourmetItalia, hereby verify that I agree to Brovo's rules, a la Vlad's Camouflage (and we all know that Vlad has Camouflage). That being said, and I also agree to the fact that even though you, Brovo, can kill my character without my permission; I, GourmetItalia, will also do my best to fully give justice to my character while also covering his friends' backs. This will come in the form of steady lead streams and a desire to unleash lead hell on the enemy.
On a side note, I wish you all fortunes and a speedy return! This theme song came to mind in regards to selected background music:
Combat Initiation and Shadow Zone Deployment
Holmishire, after your last post, this scene is all I could think of XD
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance: Standing at 6'3, Peter's near towering figure inspires a commanding presence and an unflinching posture. His facial features offer both a warming smile and a ferocious stare. Additionally, the Washington native presents a solidly built upper body frame, balanced lower body conditioning, and capabilities of great physical feats. Several scars along his temples and left cheek provide evidence of extensive tours and patrol duties as do healed bullet wounds along both arms.
History Type: Bunker Boy
Biography: Peter was born a native in the Washington Bunker and forged a life within the former United States Capital's heavily fortified zones. Washington Bunker's well equipped, supplied, and trained ground forces proved a stark contrast against other surrounding wasteland holdouts and the competency within Washington residents proved somewhat of a model towards other Bunkers. As a child, Peter's great grandfather spoke of the days following the devastating nuclear winters when major American green zones began establishing themselves surrounding the Washington Bunker. The Táo family's fate proved fortunate enough to bring them within the bunker's fallout shelters during the nuclear winters alongside many politicians, scientists, doctors, military officers, engineers, and intellects. Sadly, contact between other family members within other parts of the world were lost and given the harsh demands within post nuclear America, Peter's family focused on survival and integration as so many other American survivors did.
Having survived the brunt of the major nuclear fallout; properly coordinated Washington air, armored, and mech elements quickly established what became known as the Columbian Perimeter during a valiant push to fortify and secure vital areas along the Potomac River. Peter's great grandfather, Norman Táo served alongside the remaining United States National Guard and Reserve elements to retain Washington Bunker's stability within the greater D.C. Area and was able to instill pre-nuclear catacylsm values to future generations. Thus, even after Norman's aged passing, the Táo family managed to preserve and incorporate strong American ethical values of the pre-cataclysm age in assisting others during times of hardship while they steadily earned a place amongst Washington Bunker's upper echelons. When his father and uncles were were caught in a horrific, three-way battle between outnumbered Bunker ground elements, U-ARM Insurgents, and hordes of bezerking, mutant colossi, Peter watched from a distance as the doomed Miwaukee Citadel flattened due to saturated ADAM safety protocol artillery salvos. The risks to allowing mutant colossi to spill over to the nearby Bunkers Detroit and Chicago were too great and no attempts to launch rescue operations were ordered. As such, there were few survivors and neither his father, uncles, or Bunker Security Personnel were amongst the living. The chilling memory served as both a haunting reminder to poor judgments amongst Bunker upper echelon officers, the price for sacrificing ground elements for a greater good, and the costs of incompetency. Devastated, Peter returned to Bunker Washington's fortified territory, having resolved to never allow another repeat and as a growing adolescent and as one of the Táo family's oldest males, Peter spent much time in and out of Bunker Washington to assist outlying homesteaders and caravan traders alike while taking up the mantle to serve as a role model for his younger cousins within the regional walls.
When he came of age, the 20th generation Asian American entered one of the Colonies' most rigorous basics with a determined and fiery intensity not seen within many other recruits. True to their name, Washington Bunker's training for enlisted personnel was renowned to involve brutishly rigorous, months-long combat exercises and expected the graduated candidate classes to perform flawlessly. After completing many grueling months' combat and field exercises, Peter joined the famed BWSEC and trained within perfectly preserved pre-war military facilities of the surrounding D.C. Area before deploying alongside other Columbian personnel to further expand the homesteads stretching along the purified Potomac River. Fighting and training alongside Washington Bunker troops demanded an extraordinary excellence found in few other Bunker Security Forces and drew upon pre-nuclear cataclysm standards. As Peter learned, Washington Bunker Security standards held high expectations towards each guardsman, pilot, and listener and thus found no tolerance for incompetence.
Within three years, Peter was approached to enter the ranks of Washington Bunker's quick-reaction, Frontal Assault Shock Trooper branch or better known by their F.A.S.T. Acronym. Peter soon found himself immediately deployed in and around the Northern Colony frontiers where Bunker Washington personnel offered limited assistance to Bunkers Boston and New York Military Personnel as they held the line against increasingly aggressive mutant colossi, well organized U-ARM terrorists, behemoth creature fiends, and nightmarish beasts alike. Following his 8th tour, Peter fell madly in love with a breathtaking member of Bunker Washington's few medical directors and managed to set the frameworks to begin a family; however, before he could fully settle into the Columbian inner walls, times changed. Following urgent distress transmissions from Bunkers Chicago and Detroit regarding an alarming situation concerning a growing Shadow Zone, reserve elements within Bunker Washington's Armed Forces were placed on high alert and fearing a potential overrun of two entire American Bunkers, Bunker Washington Command secretly began organizing a possible military aid package to offer limited support towards Bunker Chicago's beleaguered military elements. Several squadron commanders of Washington Bunker's forces composed of its hand-picked Frontal Assault Shock Troopers were approached to potentially deploy via one way insertion into the Chicago, Lake Michigan Bastion. Wanting nothing more than to prevent a similar Milwaukee repeat, Peter felt more than inclined to reinforce Bunker Chicago to offer black operative assistance against the colony's increasingly hostile, northern frontier ...
Career Path:
Grunt: As a grunt, Peter became a seasoned ground infantry specialist, having found zero proficiency within the mechanized aspects of warfare and having thus far evaded the mutations that has and had affected so many other survivors. Instead, the Washington native utilized specialty training and customized firearm handling to address the Colonies' countless threats. Repeatedly underestimated, Peter's ground infantry contributions are not immediately appreciated, however, that does devalue not his potency as a formidable battlefield asset.
Grunt:
Light Machine Gun
Modifications:
--Mod 1: Bigger is Better Calibre: Increasing the size of the bullet or firing chamber in a laser weapon to increase the overall damage output of that weapon. Crude, but efficient. (Increases damage.)
--Mod 2: Hi-Tech Scope (Infrared): As the saying goes; pre-cataclysm technology offered world changing marvels and one such innovation involved High-Tech Scopes. That technology still retains meaning in this post-apocalypse, radiation infested hell hole and as such; seeing through scopes just got a little sexier. The High-Tech, Infrared Scope attaches a thermal vision scope to the weapon that can be paired with Night-vision and/or a Target Tracker for additional combat capabilities.
--Mod 3: Hi-Tech Scope (Night-Vision): Part of the big-boy's gadget club, the Night-Vision Scope grants its users see-in-the-dark capabilities. Any Bunker Security Grunt would drool at the chance to acquire this sweet piece of bonafide, military goodness, but due to reduced production quotas, the lack of a commercial defense industry, and pure ADAM ingenuity, these contraptions neither come in bulk nor in variety. Gone are the days of bulk discounts or mass order promotional rewards, replaced by standardization and durability. Action figures and cheap alcoholic prizes need not apply.
--Mod 4: Heat Sink: A Washington Bunker original design, this attachment virtually reduces overheating chances to near zero while maintaining optimum performance at accelerated firing ratios. The possibility of barrel bending, warping, and distortion become non-existent as does the requirement for interchanging muzzle barrels.
Modifications:
--Mod 1: Bigger is Better Calibre: Increasing the size of the bullet or firing chamber in a laser weapon to increase the overall damage output of that weapon. Crude, but efficient. (Increases damage.)
--Mod 2: Hi-Tech Scope (Infrared): As the saying goes; pre-cataclysm technology offered world changing marvels and one such innovation involved High-Tech Scopes. That technology still retains meaning in this post-apocalypse, radiation infested hell hole and as such; seeing through scopes just got a little sexier. The High-Tech, Infrared Scope attaches a thermal vision scope to the weapon that can be paired with Night-vision and/or a Target Tracker for additional combat capabilities.
--Mod 3: Hi-Tech Scope (Night-Vision): Part of the big-boy's gadget club, the Night-Vision Scope grants its users see-in-the-dark capabilities. Any Bunker Security Grunt would drool at the chance to acquire this sweet piece of bonafide, military goodness, but due to reduced production quotas, the lack of a commercial defense industry, and pure ADAM ingenuity, these contraptions neither come in bulk nor in variety. Gone are the days of bulk discounts or mass order promotional rewards, replaced by standardization and durability. Action figures and cheap alcoholic prizes need not apply.
--Mod 4: Heat Sink: A Washington Bunker original design, this attachment virtually reduces overheating chances to near zero while maintaining optimum performance at accelerated firing ratios. The possibility of barrel bending, warping, and distortion become non-existent as does the requirement for interchanging muzzle barrels.
--AT 1: Adrenaline Junkie
--AT 2: Full American Unload --Break Their Will (Rank 2): Individual bullets now have a small chance to pierce cover before destroying it, and spraying an area down generally causes mass hysteria and panic attacks in those caught under fire, even after the barrage has stopped, until they snap out of it by random chance or someone snaps them out of it. There is also a greater chance of simply obliterating whatever cover the enemy is hiding behind. (Suppressed targets panic, can pierce cover, greater chance of destroying cover.)
--AT 3: A Soldier's Wrath
--SUPPRESSING FIRE: Exactly as implied. (Greater chance of pinning enemies down when firing at them. Does stack with Full American Unload.)
--Concentrate Fire: When firing at targets which allies are firing at there is a greater chance for both attacks to succeed. This also works for allies attacking your targets. (Accuracy and/or damage bonuses, depending on situation, when Peter is contributing to the damage against a target.)
Manifest Destiny: Humanity has a knack for survival, for a variety of reasons. The first is their versatility: These Grunts have trained hard enough that they can wield any weapon masterfully and without penalty. The second is their numbers: These Grunts can radio in for artillery strikes or aerial support and generally can get at least one per mission. The third is their stubborn ingenuity: These Grunts have access to top of the line technology like Pilots to amplify their abilities, and have access to the same laboratories.
--MD 1: Power Suit: The heavy of heavy armor and the infantryman's number one protection choice for every Bunker Security Grunt. U-ARM Heavy Troopers are renowned for shrugging off close-proximity grenade, but potentially lack an industrial base to manufacture, retrofit, or supply replacement parts. On the other hand, the Bunker Cities do and Inner Levels possess self-sustaining industrial bases with which to refit most pieces of lost or broken equipment. The Bunker Power Suit offers much greater protection to its users through its advanced armor components. While not enough to outright stop anti-tank rounds, it brings added protection against shrapnel, grenades, incendiary rounds, explosives, and the occasional nuclear radiated hellhole ; ^ )
Inventory:
Combat Knife: The standard army combat knife, the SIC Knife is a design of over a century old that still offers lethal potency to said wielder during futuristic engagements.
Standard Bunker Issue Council Pistol: A standard bunker issue, eighteen shot clip pistol provided to nearly every bunker and homestead civilian/armed personnel alike. Faint traces of the glock-18 model still exist, however, with several recent modifications, the SIC Pistol is anything but an ancient Glock-18.
Standard Bunker Issue Assault Rifle: The standardized bunker issue, versatile Bunker Assault Rifle, and based on the old M16AR2 with several near-future augmentations to enhance its effective durability and functions.
Standard Bunker Issue Council Pistol: A standard bunker issue, eighteen shot clip pistol provided to nearly every bunker and homestead civilian/armed personnel alike. Faint traces of the glock-18 model still exist, however, with several recent modifications, the SIC Pistol is anything but an ancient Glock-18.
Standard Bunker Issue Assault Rifle: The standardized bunker issue, versatile Bunker Assault Rifle, and based on the old M16AR2 with several near-future augmentations to enhance its effective durability and functions.
Civilian Clothing: By and large, civilian clothing and nothing more. While offering no armour value and clothes are better than roaming post-cataclysm America naked and presents exceptional fabric weaves to sneak around in. Camouflage designs are sometimes a rarity, however, when worn, grant the wearer increased sight masking benefits.
Power Armour: Straight from the finest of Bunker Engineering, this armor is restricted to those with enough security clearance and skill to effectively operate in the farther, mutant frontiers. Additionally, these hulking suits remain far above the more common light weight, Medium Model Fits or Featherweight Light Infantry Issues. At the very least, any trooper with open armory clearance can appreciate the major advantages gained from wearing high-grade Power Armor as opposed to the lowest grade pre-cataclysmic American football pads, which can only moderately defend against a feline assault if held just precisely. Needless to say, Bunker Power Armor users can at least boast about fielding some heavy ordinance armor penetration protection while also avoid being cooked into a messy, human happy meal. Just as well, Power Armor can also at least withstanding protection against degenerate man-squirrels ...
Power Armour: Straight from the finest of Bunker Engineering, this armor is restricted to those with enough security clearance and skill to effectively operate in the farther, mutant frontiers. Additionally, these hulking suits remain far above the more common light weight, Medium Model Fits or Featherweight Light Infantry Issues. At the very least, any trooper with open armory clearance can appreciate the major advantages gained from wearing high-grade Power Armor as opposed to the lowest grade pre-cataclysmic American football pads, which can only moderately defend against a feline assault if held just precisely. Needless to say, Bunker Power Armor users can at least boast about fielding some heavy ordinance armor penetration protection while also avoid being cooked into a messy, human happy meal. Just as well, Power Armor can also at least withstanding protection against degenerate man-squirrels ...
Medkit: A standard medical kit, including bandages, stitches, rubbing alcohol, and more.
Radio: A standard manufactured radio for rudimentary communication and limited squad based contact.
Frag Grenade: Two standardized council issued, ball-shaped, and hand-held explosives. Extract the pin, heave it into an intended arc, and anticipate incoming explosion. The desired destruction varies depending on an area's open space and existing cover ...
Flashbang: A non-lethal version of the standardized council issued, Frag Grenade. The flashbang's purpose is to project a bright flash of light and a loud bang, thereby blinding and deafening opponents.
Dog-Tags: Identification for the worst case scenario and invaluable in the event of a post-mortem sighting and/or recovery.
Standard Watch: A common wrist watch, powered by gears and springs as in old clockwork, only compartmentalized to fit on the wrist.
Swiss Army Knife: The multi-purpose knife and crafted mini-tool set in one; handy for various situations or encounters.
Flash-Light: An absolute necessity within dark places and often mounted on a shoulder or duct-taped to a weapon.
Necklace attached Portrait Locket: Peter's one treasured pocket portrait of his wife and new-born son.
Standard Military Sunglasses: Useful for eye protection and preservation against bright lights.
Standard Helmet Camera: Camera footage never hurts and even in death, recovery teams could still gain valuable insights into the previous wearer's demise and/or failures.
eProd Touch MP6 Player: The ultimate pre-cataclysm musical device generation prior to the nuclear winter and a relic of the American past.
Earbuds: Who wouldn't carry these?!
Toothpicks: Some habits never die and carrying tooth picks is one of them.
An Ironman Action Figure: A childhood figurine passed down from generation to generation as reminder of pre-cataclysmic America's cultural media.
Signature: I, GourmetItalia, hereby verify that I agree to Brovo's rules, a la Vlad's Camouflage (and we all know that Vlad has Camouflage). That being said, and I also agree to the fact that even though you, Brovo, can kill my character without my permission; I, GourmetItalia, will also do my best to fully give justice to my character while also covering his friends' backs. This will come in the form of steady lead streams and a desire to unleash lead hell on the enemy.
On a side note, I wish you all fortunes and a speedy return! This theme song came to mind in regards to selected background music:
Combat Initiation and Shadow Zone Deployment
Holmishire, after your last post, this scene is all I could think of XD
GourmetItalia
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Double Post ... apologies 8(
GM
A couple quick things I want to note I saw in the sheet on my phone. The bunkers are ruled autocratically, they would only have a very limited constitution. As well, no bunker was lost after the formulation of the council. There have been significant losses of life, but Detroit would not have been lost canonically.
Everything else is looking alright t a quick glance. Just remember: Very limited constitution that doesn't impede government operations, Bunker Detroit would not have been lost.
Everything else is looking alright t a quick glance. Just remember: Very limited constitution that doesn't impede government operations, Bunker Detroit would not have been lost.
GourmetItalia
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Ahhhh ... apologies Brovo; just turning my creative wheels for added benefit 8). Profile has been updated! Let me know if you've any issues and I'll alter accordingly ...
Holmishire Ghost with no home.
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Tempest said
I don't! A single one of those bullets hits a person, they're a goner. xD And I'm one of the potential victims with my character's placement, I do believe. : P
I imagined you as having run out of the building but still staying relatively far from the fog by the apartments, whereas I'm on a building that is close to parallel to the beast. In my mental spatial representation of the scene, you would be perpendicular to my line of fire, and totally safe.
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(W is fog. Comma is me. Degree is beast. Arrow is tank. Star is you.)
But I guess it could be any layout.
LimeyPanda
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Raen, just a small note: Kiku doesn't really do cocky...More Childish and perhaps a little brash than anything else. If it came across as cocky, then I probably didn't write it clearly enough: so my apologies.
Imagine the kid at school who shouts dibs on stuff left behind somewhere. She means nothing aggressive towards you, just a sort of 'ooh, that's shiny and I kind of want it' sort of reaction.
Nothing important, just wanted to try and paint Kiku slightly differently. I might make an edit if I can see where you might have got the 'cocky/Arrogant/Tone of superiority' feeling from.
Edit: I gave the 'Twinkle-toes' paragraph a little edit, just to make my intentions a little clearer. The bulk of it is the same, she just adds a little extra at the end, and I describe her demeanor a bit more. Hope that clears up any misconceptions.
Imagine the kid at school who shouts dibs on stuff left behind somewhere. She means nothing aggressive towards you, just a sort of 'ooh, that's shiny and I kind of want it' sort of reaction.
Nothing important, just wanted to try and paint Kiku slightly differently. I might make an edit if I can see where you might have got the 'cocky/Arrogant/Tone of superiority' feeling from.
Edit: I gave the 'Twinkle-toes' paragraph a little edit, just to make my intentions a little clearer. The bulk of it is the same, she just adds a little extra at the end, and I describe her demeanor a bit more. Hope that clears up any misconceptions.
GreenGoat Harmless Flower Person
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I dont think there's any need for that. ^^;
After all, different people interpret different things in different ways.
After all, different people interpret different things in different ways.
Name: Liam Grillod
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Liam looks to be made of 10 ply toilet paper, which is to say, soft. Though he stands at a regular height of 5'9" when caught at the wrong angle it would be easy to mistake him for someone nearly half his age. His delicate looking green eyes and round youthful face receive no mercy from other soldiers concerning his orientation and his true gender. Hilarious though they may be, Liam maintains a rather emotionless expression as the day goes on, he is very soft spoken and while not shy does not feel comfortable speaking around most people.
As a result of the constant mockery and in hopes of better protection Liam feels compelled to cover a large portion of his face while on active duty. He feels It helps to promote a more intimidating figure. As such he is commonly seen wearing a shemagh covering most of his mouth and chin, a pair of sunglasses and a fatigue cap to keep his unorthodox sandy brown hair under control. Otherwise seen wearing his normal combat armor when on mission, or fatigues when at rest.
History Type:
Bunker Boy: Your character grew up in the Chicago Bunker their whole lives. This will be one of their only times leaving the Bunker, perhaps even their first time. Your character typically finds it easier to cause others from Bunker Colonies and their supporters to listen and follow, and is often seen as being fairly trustworthy by most measurable standards. They’re also typically up to date on the latest and greatest in technology.
(Bonuses to diplomacy when conversing with other members of Bunker colonies or Council servants, bonuses to using advanced or foreign technology.)
Biography:
As his history suggests Liam was born inside of Bunker Chicago, and has thusly led a particularly sheltered life. Made more so by the fact that his family was one of some standing in the community with their hands picking in several different pies at once. Yes, the family importing business was lucrative enough to put some folk well on their way to joining the council, feed the impoverished and unstable, not to mention pay for some rivals to close shop. All said the protected child grew up believing he'd one day seize control of the family business.
Though what kind of story would that make were that the case? No in this story the golden age that was Liam's childhood fell apart. It began, as all scandals do, with the media discovering Liam's father with his hand in the wrong kind of pie in a run down nursing home. From there public ridicule and domestic dispute took it's course climaxing in the division of their once powerful business. The division was all that upcomers needed to consolidate their assets and hostile corporate takeover wasn't far from there. Leaving the Grillod family with nothing stable to float on. And so it came to be that Liam was penniless and broke, with very few marketable skills.
So what's a guy to do but join the army?
Fingers crossed and hoping for the best, Liam took a dive. Reasoning that the risk he took by enlisting was at least no more than risking his life out in the streets. As luck would have it the military agreed with his assessment of not having many marketable skills. There were no mutations of his DNA and he was barely fit to drive a bicycle let alone a MECH so he was classified as a Grunt and told he'd have the lifespan of a snowball in a nuclear reactor. He hoped it was a joke.
Technical Information
Career Path: Grunt
Modifications:
--Mod 1: Electrified Bayonet
--Mod 2: Taser Attachment
--Mod 3: LAS-Mod
--Mod 4: Breezy Cartridges: Thanks to what essentially boils down as having bored holes into strategic points of his rifle, and the addition of a coolant system having been installed, Liam's rifle now faces fewer instances of over heating. Allowing him to fire for longer periods of time, and enables a quicker rate of fire as well.
--AT 1: A Soldier's Wrath
-----Rampage (Rank 2): When an ally is hit, this character now gains an accuracy bonus against the opposing target both for his reaction shot and for the next post. If an ally (named NPC or PC) is incapacitated, badly injured, or slain outright, this character enters into a battle fervour that renders them immune to panic and greatly increases resistance against psychic assaults until the target which harmed their friend retreats from the field of battle or is slain.
--AT 2: True Grit
--AT 3: Manifest Destiny: Humanity has a knack for survival, for a variety of reasons. The first is their versatility: These Grunts have trained hard enough that they can wield any weapon masterfully and without penalty. The second is their numbers: These Grunts can radio in for artillery strikes or aerial support and generally can get at least one per mission. The third is their stubborn ingenuity: These Grunts have access to top of the line technology like Pilots to amplify their abilities, and have access to the same laboratories.
--AT 4: Adrenaline Junkie
Achievements:
--Savior: Liam goes out with ten soldiers. He comes home with ten soldiers. There are no exceptions in his mind. (Increased odds of success in actions if doing so to save an ally's life.)
--Watchman: Liam has spent most of his time not on the front line, but looking for enemies that might hope to attack the front line. (Greater chance of spotting ambushers.)
Inventory:
Combat Knife: The standard army combat knife. A design over a century old still more than effective enough to carry on into the future.
Standard Issue Council Pistol: Your standard issue, eighteen shot clip pistol provided to nearly everyone in the bunkers and on most homesteads, to both civilians and armed personnel alike. This is based off of the glock-18 model, with some near-future modifications.
Signature: Icarus.
Also there was some mention of Vlad having camo, but I've never seen it. So who knows for sure.
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Liam looks to be made of 10 ply toilet paper, which is to say, soft. Though he stands at a regular height of 5'9" when caught at the wrong angle it would be easy to mistake him for someone nearly half his age. His delicate looking green eyes and round youthful face receive no mercy from other soldiers concerning his orientation and his true gender. Hilarious though they may be, Liam maintains a rather emotionless expression as the day goes on, he is very soft spoken and while not shy does not feel comfortable speaking around most people.
As a result of the constant mockery and in hopes of better protection Liam feels compelled to cover a large portion of his face while on active duty. He feels It helps to promote a more intimidating figure. As such he is commonly seen wearing a shemagh covering most of his mouth and chin, a pair of sunglasses and a fatigue cap to keep his unorthodox sandy brown hair under control. Otherwise seen wearing his normal combat armor when on mission, or fatigues when at rest.
History Type:
Bunker Boy: Your character grew up in the Chicago Bunker their whole lives. This will be one of their only times leaving the Bunker, perhaps even their first time. Your character typically finds it easier to cause others from Bunker Colonies and their supporters to listen and follow, and is often seen as being fairly trustworthy by most measurable standards. They’re also typically up to date on the latest and greatest in technology.
(Bonuses to diplomacy when conversing with other members of Bunker colonies or Council servants, bonuses to using advanced or foreign technology.)
Biography:
As his history suggests Liam was born inside of Bunker Chicago, and has thusly led a particularly sheltered life. Made more so by the fact that his family was one of some standing in the community with their hands picking in several different pies at once. Yes, the family importing business was lucrative enough to put some folk well on their way to joining the council, feed the impoverished and unstable, not to mention pay for some rivals to close shop. All said the protected child grew up believing he'd one day seize control of the family business.
Though what kind of story would that make were that the case? No in this story the golden age that was Liam's childhood fell apart. It began, as all scandals do, with the media discovering Liam's father with his hand in the wrong kind of pie in a run down nursing home. From there public ridicule and domestic dispute took it's course climaxing in the division of their once powerful business. The division was all that upcomers needed to consolidate their assets and hostile corporate takeover wasn't far from there. Leaving the Grillod family with nothing stable to float on. And so it came to be that Liam was penniless and broke, with very few marketable skills.
So what's a guy to do but join the army?
Fingers crossed and hoping for the best, Liam took a dive. Reasoning that the risk he took by enlisting was at least no more than risking his life out in the streets. As luck would have it the military agreed with his assessment of not having many marketable skills. There were no mutations of his DNA and he was barely fit to drive a bicycle let alone a MECH so he was classified as a Grunt and told he'd have the lifespan of a snowball in a nuclear reactor. He hoped it was a joke.
Career Path: Grunt
Modifications:
--Mod 1: Electrified Bayonet
--Mod 2: Taser Attachment
--Mod 3: LAS-Mod
--Mod 4: Breezy Cartridges: Thanks to what essentially boils down as having bored holes into strategic points of his rifle, and the addition of a coolant system having been installed, Liam's rifle now faces fewer instances of over heating. Allowing him to fire for longer periods of time, and enables a quicker rate of fire as well.
--AT 1: A Soldier's Wrath
-----Rampage (Rank 2): When an ally is hit, this character now gains an accuracy bonus against the opposing target both for his reaction shot and for the next post. If an ally (named NPC or PC) is incapacitated, badly injured, or slain outright, this character enters into a battle fervour that renders them immune to panic and greatly increases resistance against psychic assaults until the target which harmed their friend retreats from the field of battle or is slain.
--AT 2: True Grit
--AT 3: Manifest Destiny: Humanity has a knack for survival, for a variety of reasons. The first is their versatility: These Grunts have trained hard enough that they can wield any weapon masterfully and without penalty. The second is their numbers: These Grunts can radio in for artillery strikes or aerial support and generally can get at least one per mission. The third is their stubborn ingenuity: These Grunts have access to top of the line technology like Pilots to amplify their abilities, and have access to the same laboratories.
--AT 4: Adrenaline Junkie
Achievements:
--Savior: Liam goes out with ten soldiers. He comes home with ten soldiers. There are no exceptions in his mind. (Increased odds of success in actions if doing so to save an ally's life.)
--Watchman: Liam has spent most of his time not on the front line, but looking for enemies that might hope to attack the front line. (Greater chance of spotting ambushers.)
Inventory:
Combat Knife: The standard army combat knife. A design over a century old still more than effective enough to carry on into the future.
Standard Issue Council Pistol: Your standard issue, eighteen shot clip pistol provided to nearly everyone in the bunkers and on most homesteads, to both civilians and armed personnel alike. This is based off of the glock-18 model, with some near-future modifications.
Civilian Clothing: You wear a set of civilian clothing. This has no armour value and is thus pretty good to sneak around in, but, then again, if anything so much as breathes on you, you're a dead man.
Medium Armor: Upgraded armor granted to those without mutation or mechanizations to prevent death for as long as possible.
Motion Sensor: With access to the labratories Liam decided he wanted to know all he could about any enemies trying to worm their way about on the battlefield, and so took a motion detector to help towards that goal.
Medium Armor: Upgraded armor granted to those without mutation or mechanizations to prevent death for as long as possible.
Motion Sensor: With access to the labratories Liam decided he wanted to know all he could about any enemies trying to worm their way about on the battlefield, and so took a motion detector to help towards that goal.
Medkit: Your standard medkit, including bandages, stitches, rubbing alcohol, and more.
Radio: A simple radio for contacting others.
Frag Grenade: A small hand held explosive. Pull the pin and throw it into a small room for maximum effect, as it isn’t all that effective in a large area with several pieces of cover... Each character starts with two frag grenades.
Flashbang: A non-lethal version of the Frag Grenade, this weapon’s purpose is to cause a bright flash of light and a loud bang, blinding and deafening opponents. Each character starts with two flashbangs.
Radio: A simple radio for contacting others.
Frag Grenade: A small hand held explosive. Pull the pin and throw it into a small room for maximum effect, as it isn’t all that effective in a large area with several pieces of cover... Each character starts with two frag grenades.
Flashbang: A non-lethal version of the Frag Grenade, this weapon’s purpose is to cause a bright flash of light and a loud bang, blinding and deafening opponents. Each character starts with two flashbangs.
Anything that is just excess fluff in most situations, like dog-tags, or a watch.
Dog-Tags: A way to identify your horrible mangled corpse. Congratulations! At least you won't die forgotten mister... Uh... What was your name again?
Standard Watch: Your standard wrist watch, likely powered by gears and springs as in old clockwork, only compartmentalized to fit on the wrist.
Flash-Light: Useful in dark places. Often mounted on a shoulder or duct-taped to a weapon.
Dog-Tags: A way to identify your horrible mangled corpse. Congratulations! At least you won't die forgotten mister... Uh... What was your name again?
Standard Watch: Your standard wrist watch, likely powered by gears and springs as in old clockwork, only compartmentalized to fit on the wrist.
Flash-Light: Useful in dark places. Often mounted on a shoulder or duct-taped to a weapon.
Signature: Icarus.
Also there was some mention of Vlad having camo, but I've never seen it. So who knows for sure.
GM
@Everyone: Recruitment is closed until further notice. Those still waiting or working on your sheets, you're still in, just finish them and I'll approve them. Just no more new sheets. 
Also, naming rights. Since the creature didn't have a name, now it does: Goleyeith.
@LimeyPanda: Kiku has a free execution on the Vampyr if she wants to. You can one hit kill it in any way you like--the creature isn't designed to react to being spotted, so it has no method of self-defense beyond dying horrible.
@South-East: As a friendly hint, I'd stay away from that orange liquid if I were you...
@Maxim: Marvin Walters, unfinished: No biography!
@GourmetItalia: Peter Táo, approved.
@Orion Icarus: Liam Grillod, error: You can't wear multiple types of armour at the same time. (Light or medium.)
EDIT
@Newcomers: One more posting cycle and then y'all can get introduced. That premonitions bit involves you. ;)
Also, naming rights. Since the creature didn't have a name, now it does: Goleyeith.
@LimeyPanda: Kiku has a free execution on the Vampyr if she wants to. You can one hit kill it in any way you like--the creature isn't designed to react to being spotted, so it has no method of self-defense beyond dying horrible.
@South-East: As a friendly hint, I'd stay away from that orange liquid if I were you...
@Maxim: Marvin Walters, unfinished: No biography!
@GourmetItalia: Peter Táo, approved.
@Orion Icarus: Liam Grillod, error: You can't wear multiple types of armour at the same time. (Light or medium.)
EDIT
@Newcomers: One more posting cycle and then y'all can get introduced. That premonitions bit involves you. ;)
Jorick Magnificent Bastard
Member
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5 yrs ago
Man, I kinda wanna post and have Nathaniel rush headlong into danger immediately, but I think it'd be wisest for me to wait and let one or two others of my team post first and possibly present my character with a less suicidal strategy. I'll give it until tomorrow at least.
Brovo said
EDIT One more posting cycle and then y'all can get introduced. That premonitions bit involves you. ;)
Does this include me?
Jorick said
Man, I kinda wanna post and have Nathaniel rush headlong into danger immediately, but I think it'd be wisest for me to wait and let one or two others of my team post first and possibly present my character with a less suicidal strategy. I'll give it until tomorrow at least.
I've had some of those thoughts.
So far, my ideas for dealing with the Goleyeith have been:
Toss a dead person full of explosives for the Goleyeith to eat.
Have a small R/C car or something with explosive on it for the Goleyeith to eat.
Land a building on the Goleyeith.
Purify and purge the Goleyeith with fire.
Someone act as bait, really really fast bait, and run the Goleyeith away.
Tame the Goleyeith over a very long period of time by feeding it people.
Alphakoka said
Does this include me?
A) Do you have a character sheet you have worked on or are working on?
B) Is this character sheet going to be done and accepted by the end of this round?
If the answer to both is yes... You have your answer.
Tempest said
A) Do you have a character sheet you have worked on or are working on?
I do
B) Is this character sheet going to be done and accepted by the end of this round?
See, this is the tricky part.
GourmetItalia
Member
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9 mos ago
Brovo said
Also, naming rights. Since the creature didn't have a name, now it does: Goleyeith.
Damnit ... I was so stoked on Frankenstein, but oh well ... Goleyeith works too! Actually ... come to think of it; if Goleyeith's got a friend, it would probably be Frankenstein so there's still hope!
Peter is ready for insertion to the South-East or Central Apartment Sectors and awaiting the all clear. Am willing to tag along with either Icarus or Zed for an enhanced reinforcement attempt. Also, due to his ethics, Peter would not be opposed to enter nomination as Goleyeith bait, but he needs a double; after all, two heads are better than one ;).
Raen Elvarasi
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Offline since relaunch
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