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[CHAR] Tryliin Blues - A Merc's Life
- Post-Apocalyptic
- Future
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- Small Group
- Sci-Fi
- GM Arthanus
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Arthanus Grey Jedi
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Gabriel Phoenix
Race
Human
Age
35
Appearance
6'3" Tall, 210lbs, Brown Hair, Green Eyes, Athletic Build.
Personality
Gabriel is a Soldier through and through. He will do what is needed to complete the mission with as few casualties as possible. Off the battlefield Gabriel is truthful and quite blunt. If you can get around the rough edges he's a nice guy.
X-237 combat armor, A sturdy Exo Suit that is commonly used by Silverstone Foundation Special forces troops, with his pesonal symbol on the left shoulder pad over where the Silverstone Logo would normally be.
SF-58 Assault Rifle. Standard issue Silverstone Foundation rifle with some unsanctioned modifications.
Q-37 Side Arm A 9mm pistol produced by Markindine Co, Gabriel's personal favorite pistol.
K-37 Vibration Knife. Markindine Co Vibration Knife known for its rugged and long lasting design.
M-27 Fragmentation Grenades x3. Basic Markindine Frag Grande easily available around Tryliin
F-15 Flash Grades x2 Basic Markindine Flash Grande easily available around Trylinn
The Pack, Gabriel's survival pack containing a weeks worth of food and water, a fire kit, flare gun, a basic hatchet, and other essential survival tools.
SF-58 Assault Rifle. Standard issue Silverstone Foundation rifle with some unsanctioned modifications.
Q-37 Side Arm A 9mm pistol produced by Markindine Co, Gabriel's personal favorite pistol.
K-37 Vibration Knife. Markindine Co Vibration Knife known for its rugged and long lasting design.
M-27 Fragmentation Grenades x3. Basic Markindine Frag Grande easily available around Tryliin
F-15 Flash Grades x2 Basic Markindine Flash Grande easily available around Trylinn
The Pack, Gabriel's survival pack containing a weeks worth of food and water, a fire kit, flare gun, a basic hatchet, and other essential survival tools.
Basic clothes, usually jeans, grey shirt, black leather jacket
Basic Flack under armor. A thin bullet proof undershirt capable of stopping most small arms
Q-37 Side Arm
K-37 Vibration Knife
Basic Flack under armor. A thin bullet proof undershirt capable of stopping most small arms
Q-37 Side Arm
K-37 Vibration Knife
Enhanced Body
A combination of Genetic Modifications and cybernetics have made Gabriel faster, stronger, More resilient, and smarter than a normal human
Cybernetic Implants
Through his Military Career Gabriel had "lost components" replaced with cybernetics. These include his left arm from the elbow down, his right eye, and lungs. His arm has a wrist mounted grappling hook, his eye has a scanner and up to x8 magnification, and the lung cybernetic filters out airborne poisons and toxins, as well as allows Gabriel to breath under water if necessary.
Tactical Sense
Years of military training and battlefield experience has given Gabriel an edge in battle. He is able to think quickly and plan effectively when it comes to military operations
Special Forces
Being part of the Silverstone Foundation's special forces Gabriel received top of the line training and can use almost any weapon effectively
Survivor
Gabriel is the embodiment of the Phoenix, he has cheated death far to many times in his career to count and his luck still seems to be holding out
A combination of Genetic Modifications and cybernetics have made Gabriel faster, stronger, More resilient, and smarter than a normal human
Cybernetic Implants
Through his Military Career Gabriel had "lost components" replaced with cybernetics. These include his left arm from the elbow down, his right eye, and lungs. His arm has a wrist mounted grappling hook, his eye has a scanner and up to x8 magnification, and the lung cybernetic filters out airborne poisons and toxins, as well as allows Gabriel to breath under water if necessary.
Tactical Sense
Years of military training and battlefield experience has given Gabriel an edge in battle. He is able to think quickly and plan effectively when it comes to military operations
Special Forces
Being part of the Silverstone Foundation's special forces Gabriel received top of the line training and can use almost any weapon effectively
Survivor
Gabriel is the embodiment of the Phoenix, he has cheated death far to many times in his career to count and his luck still seems to be holding out
Bio
Asset-SF40872 "Phoenix"
Gender-Male
Age-25
Role-Special Operative
Missions
-Operation Hailstorm, Operative's First Deployment, Mission Status-Complete, Operative Status-Injured
-Operation Gale, Mission Status-Complete, Operative Status-Alive, Recommended Commendations
-Defense of Redline Facility X-32, Mission Status-Complete, Operative Status-Alive, Recommended Commendations
-Retaliatory Strike, Mission Status-Complete, Operative Status-Alive, Recommended Commendations
-Operation [Redacted], Mission Status-Failed, Operative Status-KIA
Remaining Debt 7.5 Million Credits - Bill passed to next of Kin
Gender-Male
Age-25
Role-Special Operative
Missions
-Operation Hailstorm, Operative's First Deployment, Mission Status-Complete, Operative Status-Injured
-Operation Gale, Mission Status-Complete, Operative Status-Alive, Recommended Commendations
-Defense of Redline Facility X-32, Mission Status-Complete, Operative Status-Alive, Recommended Commendations
-Retaliatory Strike, Mission Status-Complete, Operative Status-Alive, Recommended Commendations
-Operation [Redacted], Mission Status-Failed, Operative Status-KIA
Remaining Debt 7.5 Million Credits - Bill passed to next of Kin
SF40872 or the man now known as Gabriel Phoenix never knew his home or his family. Upon Birth he was sold to the Silverstone Foundation to pay off a debt that his family owed. It was determined early on that SF40872 would become an "Assault Operative" for the Foundation's military affairs and even as a child he was set on that path. The Foundation used its patented Gene Therapy on the young child to enhance him to almost super-human levels. He was educated, taken care of in the most basic way, and trained in the art of warfare. By the time he was 16 SF40872 was sent to the front lines of the Foundation's conflicts.
His first deployment, "Operation: Hailstorm", was on an ice planet, CX-37521, the Foundation had acquired for some rare materials held under the planets surface. The problem was a race of insectoid creatures who called the planet home and didn't like their home being strip mined. It was a long hard deployment which ended when SF40872 and his squad placed a charge deep within the insectoid tunnels in the queen's lair. The mission was successful but only 3 members of the squad survived, and each gravely injured. It was at this point when SF40872 was transferred to a Special Forces Squad and further augmented this time with Cybernetic implants. As his time in the Special Forces continued SF40872 was sent on more dangerous assignments each time returning when he should of died, earning him the nickname "Phoenix".
His career with the Foundation continued until they set there sights on Tryliin Phoenix and his squad had been sent to the planet to acquire some rare samples that Markindine Co had found planetside. It seemed like a routine smash and grab operation that went very wrong. Markindine knew they were coming and had set up a trap for the would be thieves. The trap sprung Phoenix's squad was slaughtered and he only survived due to falling into an underground tunnel during the engagement. With the mission failed and open conflict with Markindine being threatened Silverstone cut its ties. Expunging any record of the mission marking all the operatives as KIA and cutting them off from any access to Silverstone resources.
Lying in a hole in the middle of a god forsaken desert planet Phoenix was free for the first time in his life. Being dead meant he no longer had a debt to pay, he no longer had an obligation to a corporation that easily threw him away. He dragged himself out of the hole and did what he had to to survive. Its been Ten years since he died, since then he has taken on the name Gabriel Phoenix and worked on Tryliin as a Mercenary using his only real skills he has in a place where they are in great demand.
Even after ten years Gabriel hasn't really found out what he wants to do with his life, but for now he has decided he wants to start his own mercenary company and save up enough credits to buy a decent ship and move his company off this desert planet.
His first deployment, "Operation: Hailstorm", was on an ice planet, CX-37521, the Foundation had acquired for some rare materials held under the planets surface. The problem was a race of insectoid creatures who called the planet home and didn't like their home being strip mined. It was a long hard deployment which ended when SF40872 and his squad placed a charge deep within the insectoid tunnels in the queen's lair. The mission was successful but only 3 members of the squad survived, and each gravely injured. It was at this point when SF40872 was transferred to a Special Forces Squad and further augmented this time with Cybernetic implants. As his time in the Special Forces continued SF40872 was sent on more dangerous assignments each time returning when he should of died, earning him the nickname "Phoenix".
His career with the Foundation continued until they set there sights on Tryliin Phoenix and his squad had been sent to the planet to acquire some rare samples that Markindine Co had found planetside. It seemed like a routine smash and grab operation that went very wrong. Markindine knew they were coming and had set up a trap for the would be thieves. The trap sprung Phoenix's squad was slaughtered and he only survived due to falling into an underground tunnel during the engagement. With the mission failed and open conflict with Markindine being threatened Silverstone cut its ties. Expunging any record of the mission marking all the operatives as KIA and cutting them off from any access to Silverstone resources.
Lying in a hole in the middle of a god forsaken desert planet Phoenix was free for the first time in his life. Being dead meant he no longer had a debt to pay, he no longer had an obligation to a corporation that easily threw him away. He dragged himself out of the hole and did what he had to to survive. Its been Ten years since he died, since then he has taken on the name Gabriel Phoenix and worked on Tryliin as a Mercenary using his only real skills he has in a place where they are in great demand.
Goal
Even after ten years Gabriel hasn't really found out what he wants to do with his life, but for now he has decided he wants to start his own mercenary company and save up enough credits to buy a decent ship and move his company off this desert planet.
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Parmesan Camembert
'Parma-Violet'
Core Details
Name: Parmesan 'Parma-Violet' CamembertAge:380
Gender:None, male presenting.
Species: Ro'om Ktaballyt
Species Details
Species Name: Ro'om KtaballytBrief Overview: Crystalline Colonial Entity that requires specific environmentals and therefore lives inside an environment suit, somewhat like a hermit crab. Their history, language, and culture have largely been erased in a tragic series of exploitative genocides.
Details:
The Ro'om Ktaballyt are a species of Colonial organisms comprised of incredibly dense carbon crystals. Highly prized for their innate ability to grow clusters of valuable fuel-dense carbon crystal complexes. Not much is known about how they originally lived in the wild, or their original culture due to the fact that upon their discovery their culture and society were almost completely eradicated by megacorporations exploiting them as a source of fuel in massive concentration camps/farms. Due to the fact they in effect do not age, they can live for incredibly long periods of time and reproduce incredibly slowly. Due to this, it is unknown whether their race will ever be capable of recovering fully, if at all.
An incredibly interesting aspect of them is that on their home planet, the atmosphere consisted largely of noble gases. This meant carbon life struggled to evolve, instead being outmatched by silicon life. Therefore the sentience of the Ro'om Ktaballyt is far more comparable to an AI or other sentient computers. The evolutionary solution to the massive data quantities that were needed for silicon life to evolve in this manner was to use the unique and massive data-transferral properties of the carbon crystals.
The mixture of gas they breathe is called Bhduoi and holds a certain level of holiness in what little Ro'om Ktaballyt culture is still intact. If they do not have sufficient concentrations of Bhuduoi their mental capabilities will rapidly decline until the cessation of all mental activity whatsoever. Slow suffocation and effective lobotomization. The Bhuduoi also allows them to share information and communicate with other Ro'om Ktaballyt processing the same network of Bhduoi.
They do not possess any form of unique spoken or written language, instead, it was believed by historians that originally they would have communicated with each other via the Bhduoi. What little elements they do have of a spoken language were both largely wiped out and also believed to have been developed from loan words exclusively to communicate with a very low-class civilization of carbon life forms that had developed on their homeworld's moon. Now long extinct, almost nothing of them is known.
Due to the Ro'om Ktaballyt's unique atmospheric needs, they require a special envirosuit to live in foreign atmospheres. They do not respire in the same way as carbon life forms so if envirosuit security is maintained the gas mix needs to be renewed only rarely. As a race, they are incredibly rare and those that still exist tend to keep their heads under the radar due to their incredible value, and the fact many do not consider them fully sentient (a dangerous and racist belief that is used by many to excuse their exploitation).
An incredibly interesting aspect of them is that on their home planet, the atmosphere consisted largely of noble gases. This meant carbon life struggled to evolve, instead being outmatched by silicon life. Therefore the sentience of the Ro'om Ktaballyt is far more comparable to an AI or other sentient computers. The evolutionary solution to the massive data quantities that were needed for silicon life to evolve in this manner was to use the unique and massive data-transferral properties of the carbon crystals.
The mixture of gas they breathe is called Bhduoi and holds a certain level of holiness in what little Ro'om Ktaballyt culture is still intact. If they do not have sufficient concentrations of Bhuduoi their mental capabilities will rapidly decline until the cessation of all mental activity whatsoever. Slow suffocation and effective lobotomization. The Bhuduoi also allows them to share information and communicate with other Ro'om Ktaballyt processing the same network of Bhduoi.
They do not possess any form of unique spoken or written language, instead, it was believed by historians that originally they would have communicated with each other via the Bhduoi. What little elements they do have of a spoken language were both largely wiped out and also believed to have been developed from loan words exclusively to communicate with a very low-class civilization of carbon life forms that had developed on their homeworld's moon. Now long extinct, almost nothing of them is known.
Due to the Ro'om Ktaballyt's unique atmospheric needs, they require a special envirosuit to live in foreign atmospheres. They do not respire in the same way as carbon life forms so if envirosuit security is maintained the gas mix needs to be renewed only rarely. As a race, they are incredibly rare and those that still exist tend to keep their heads under the radar due to their incredible value, and the fact many do not consider them fully sentient (a dangerous and racist belief that is used by many to excuse their exploitation).
Crew Skills & Equipment
Equipment & Augments:- Specialist Armoured Ro'om Ktaballyt Envirosuit (itself very valuable)
- 50,000cm3 of noble gas mixture.
- One 10mm ZM-AK 'Eclipse', an infamous cheap reliable handgun, designed as a cheaper replica of a Glock, chambered in 10mm ammunition. They pack a reasonable punch and are famed for their accuracy and ease of use.
- Parma-violet has modified a standard neural link unit to be compatible with his biology and has integrated it into his suit. Due to his unique sentience, he can utilize it incredibly effectively.
- Metal tobacco pipe.
Skills & Abilities:
- Large size and inhuman strength, however, he is not especially experienced in hand-to-hand combat. He can however sufficiently defend himself from the average desperado.
- Incredible feats of mental maths and cognitive abilities, believed to be innate to all Ro'om Ktaballyt.
- Functional immortality.
- Due to his age Parma-Violet is extremely knowledgeable in many subjects, as well as extremely experienced in piracy and the black market.
- Incredibly proficient hacker, especially when he is able to achieve a physical link with his target.
- Expert in a vast array of languages (whether he can physically produce the sounds or not), including a couple of languages now considered completely dead.
- Large amount of off-world criminal links, as well as quite a few on-world criminal links. With over 300 years to network, Parma-violet's mental black book is pretty vast.
Crew Details
Appearance:
Parma-Violet himself is an unremarkable cluster of white/clear crystals in a cloudy gas. However, his envirosuit is a pale purple colour, humanoid, with three fingers on each hand. He stands around 6'8 and is set incredibly broad. His envirosuit is covered in graffiti of all kinds of nature and is draped in many different fabrics and pelts. Notably a shabby regal purple cloak. His suit has no temperature control unit, so he has to maintain his optimal functioning temperature manually. His slight has very slight scorch marks on his left thumb and index finger.
Personality:
Parma-Violet is an old soul, quite literally. And tends to keep a calm calculating head on at most times. He is (quite rightly) incredibly distrustful and wary of strangers. However, he has a soft spot for children and youths of any race. He is incredibly loyal to his friends and colleagues and is very happy to talk and offer some of his extensive knowledge or advice.
Though hesitant to get into unnecessary confrontations, he is more than happy to do what it takes to survive. Whether that means defending himself or making a living. He is also incredibly wary of any form of authority that he is unfamiliar with, especially corporations or government. He is also fairly religious and incredibly protective of his remaining culture and spends his free time investigating what little evidence of his species is left and documenting it as extensively as he can. He is desperately searching for another of his species to reproduce with, given he believes he may be coming to the end of his life cycle.
History:
By his estimate the oldest living Ro'om Ktaballyt and though he does not know exactly how long they live, he estimates he is nearing the end, though how close he is he is not sure.
When he was very young the exploitation of his planet began, and he and his community were promptly forced into a concentration camp to labour until they died of exhaustion. Fortunately for them, their camp was liberated in a slave revolt weeks after the occupation began. He and a collection of other Ro'om Ktaballyt were smuggled off the planet on pirate freighters. Hours later the liberated camps were eradicated by Vacuum bombs. Thus the true subjugation of the Ro'om Ktaballyt began.
Parma-Violet was brought to an abandoned supply depot by his smugglers and left, as instructed. This is the location he and his community would be reunited, instead, he was left there, isolated. Left scavenging the small outpost for a means to repair the comms array so he could hail a freelance freighter. Eventually after 50 years a small smuggler ship landed to hide from some system authority ships. Upon which he made contact for the first time in decades, his common skills limited to what he'd learned from the remaining media upon the station.
He proposed working for them in return for passage off the god-forsaken outpost. Since then he has worked for about 200 years gallivanting around and trying to find out the fate of others of his species. He has not dared return to his home planet, for fear either the grief or privateers would kill him.
As of half a decade, the crystalline bloke has settled on Tryliin as a wandering mercenary/gun-for-hire/handyman. Willing to do just about anything for the right price to make enough money to sustain himself in his search for knowledge.
Quirk:
Strangely enough, despite being an alien lifeform Parma appears to have taken quite the shine to Nicotine at some point in time, especially Tobacco. It appears to have different, strong effects on his kind. Including but not limited to improved motor skills, and at higher dosages hallucinogenic properties. He smokes via a specially-made filter port built into his face plate. He can often be found idly puffing on a kretek or happily puffing on his pipe.
Turmoil:
Parma-Violet is desperate to preserve his kind in some way and spends massive amounts of time doing exactly that. Additionally, though most know very little of the Ro'om Ktaballyt, those who do would be more than happy to butcher him and sell off his valuable envirosuit, crystalline body, and Bhduoi.
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-Name: Elias Vex
-Race: Human
-Age: 49
-Appearance: Standing at six feet tall and built of lean muscle, Vex is the very image of an older soldier. You can see it in his rigid stance and purposeful gait, however beset by a limp it may be. The hard lines on his face and the grey rapidly encroaching upon the rich oak of his hair and beard show his age clearly. The thick callouses on his knuckles suggest a man who knows how to throw some mean punches.
-Personality: Vex may come across initially as dry and aloof, yet beneath the exterior is a man who has spent his life fighting for something, and often being screwed for it at the end of the day. Yet, should you display to him a sufficient integrity, he may just end up following you through the gates of hell. Only someone who has been stabbed in the back knows the significance of true loyalty. You'll know he likes you when he cracks a smile at one of your jokes, and you'll know he really likes you when he cracks wise right back at you.
-Equipment: Vex is arriving to Tryliin with less than he'd like. He had to sell a lot of old gear to afford his pills, but he has kept his old .45 service sidearm and flak suit. Somewhere along the way he also procured a beat up, yet reliable combat shotgun and a bandolier of solid slugs.
Around town, Vex favours plain, rugged clothes and sturdy boots. Thankfully his flak suit is just subtle enough to be worn underneath any standard attire.
In lieu of any close-quarters weapons, Vex has his fists, which he can make even better use of with his gloves. With metal pads over the knuckles and heel of the palm they hurt like hell and stabilize the fingers so he has no need to worry about breaking any fingers.
Here's hoping his first proper paycheck can afford him some better gear.
-Abilities: Vex can pick up and use just about any small-arm you give him, though he favours shorter range encounters over distance fights. If he can close the distance on you and put a slug through your brain, or punch your throat into your spine, all the better.
He is perhaps even more adept at beating the absolute living piss out of an opponent owing back to his pugilistic past, yet he's smart enough to know not to try and employ such techniques against any prick with power armour.
He can also use his old injury to his advantage. You'd be surprised how many people fall for the helpless old man bit, only to have their nostrils uppercut right back into their brains for it.
-Bio: Vex started life as a grunt, young and smooth-faced thinking he was going to make his mark on the universe, explore the stars and go on wonderful space-faring adventures.
The fucking naivety of youth, huh?
After graduating basic, he was placed in a planet-side unit on some bumfuck nothing world where the most action he saw was the slap of mop on tile. This wasn't the life he was made for, and he knew it. Yet, he made the most of it. Vex devoted himself to physical and martial discipline, while also diving headfirst into the ancient arts of pugilism. Not a bad way to earn some extra scratch, and there was only so much practice a bag and a sparring partner could provide.
Once his service ended, he declined a second enlistment, instead enrolling in special forces. Surely that had to be the answer, right?
Wrong again.
Yeah, he went on missions, but most of his day-to-day life consisted of being on-call and never away from HQ.
Growing increasingly frustrated by the military life, Vex took his papers and walked away, taking his skills to Markindine. If you asked him about it now, he'd tell you it was the best time of his life, and simultaneously the worst. If you followed up with asking him if it was all worth it? He'd get a far away look in his eyes and fall silent, unable to answer.
He certainly saw a lot of action, but the veneer began to fad and he realized he was just a blunt object sent to displace people from their homes and lives. The company told him they were dangerous rebels and insurgents, that they were the bad guys and the righteous hands of Markindine would be the good folks salvation.
Bullshit, all of it. The folks he killed may have been raining down rapid hell fire upon him, but they were just ordinary men and women trying to protect their homes and way of life.
His final mission with Markindine was supposed to be a typical sweep job. Take the team in and cleanse the land for a new business venture to blossom in its place. Vex took a high-caliber sniper round to the knee that nearly took his whole damn leg off. Half the squad were reduced to ribbons and in the end he and those left were reprimanded for not "maintaining the integrity of the site". He was just a number that cost money, and he had just firmly landed himself in the red. They fixed him up and after the mission that left him, in his words, a cripple and in theirs "operationally unfit", he was discarded with a pittance of a severance pay and a pat on the back. No pension, no thanks for your service...hell, not even a cushy gig at a desk.
All Vex ever wanted was a cause worthy of his life, and a life worthy of his cause. Something those pencil pushers at Markindine would never have known, or cared to even ask. Instead they left him with permanent physical damage and a growing addiction to painkillers.
-Goal: Tryliin is far, far away from any kind of life Vex has. Even though folks call it dead or a wasteland, some even call it hell, there's something almost romantic about the idea of it. Like a pioneer from one of those ancient stories of settlers and pilgrims. Perhaps he'd try his luck with the Rail Riders. They stood for a good cause, and would probably welcome even him. Though rumour has it some upstart named Phoenix wants to start a company. Ex-Silverstone, they say. Man might just put a bullet in Vex's head if he knew he was former Markindine, but life was no fun without the risk. Why not try and set up a meet and greet?
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-Name: "Brae" "The bloodless" Clarke
-Race: Human, Ex-Skull Jacker
-Age: 28
-Appearance:
-Personality:
Brae is a reserved character. Speaking only when spoken to and used to being not everyones cup of tea owing to his connection to the Barbarian Skull Jackers class, the under class, if you will, of people who are by all accounts poverty-stricken colonists and are themselves the under class of anyone else in the system. When he speaks it is with solemn purpose.
-Equipment: (What you normally keep with you, can be split into two sets "Around Town" and "On Mission" in case you don't want to be walking around town in full armor all the time. (Although that might be safer sometimes)
Around Town/On Mission
When Brae appeared and came to Gabriel Phoenix he was already wearing some sort of advanced armor of a brand and manufacture never seen before. The armor clearly wasnt his and was acquired some way. It boasts advanced technology of a strange type who the group have taken to referring to as "bubble-knight".
Aside from that his gunplay is really advanced. Owed from a brutal education of survive or die from an early age. He prefers rail weaponry... who doesnt, right? But can you get your hands on a working copy? He prefers the big bore ones.
Around Town
Honestly, catching him sleeping is like trying to sneak up on a rattler. But when his armour is being repainted or something from the battle damage he walks around town in a jump suit tied at the wast. Bareback. He keeps with him his trusty tribal knife. He also has a pistol of unusual design, not the usual vending machine pistols you find. Looks like a real mans-mans pistol. Could be a talking point.
-Abilities: (Nothing too crazy, such things like mild telekinesis, mild telepathy and such are fine, but no crazy magical abilities. Other abilities may be piloting, mechanics and other such things too):
The four dots on Braes bubble suit's back can emit a strange blue bubble each, which rapidly joins together into a larger inflating bubble. This gives him strange abilities. The bubbles walls themselves seem to be made of energy and a fizzing of static is heard. With this he is able to do many things bubbles can do. He can parachute down from an aircraft. He can "bubble jump" by creating a large enough bubble behind him and propelling himself into the air with his legs. The bubble can of course envelop him and provides deflective field armour -until it bursts-, he can even jump ontop of his own bubble detaching it from his back and standing on it. As to the nature of this technology he isnt sharing, but it seems human in origin, not alien. Sure it doesnt have any human alphabet written on it, but its got five fingers for lords sake!
-Bio:
The earliest thing Brae remembers is struggle. His family lived in yurts deep in the desert where they could not be bothered. Originally human colonists, successive generations poverty and resource scarcity had driven them to the edge of civilized behavior. Back then owning a gun pretty much made you a king. Things got from really bad to worse as water dried up and food ran out. At one stage it became impossible for tribes to survive, his tribe in particular, after a poor harvest they had to make a very tough decision, an impactful one, either they would raid anothers encampment -take what they needed- or everyone would be dead from dehydration and malnourishment. His tribe leaders met and the matter was discussed. Eventually a decision was made. They chose to raid, rather than die. Many of the tribes followed suit, infact it was a common predicament. Eventually, all of them being collectively branded as skulljackers. Unjustly so! Some took to raiding perhaps too eagerly. It had unleashed some real madmen. Bad things are said about skulljackers, that they eat the dead and enslave the living. And if any, or even a hint of it is true Brae says nothing. But the truth being that Brae came from an era, he came from an era of honorable tribesmen, an era which is long dead, ruined by the honeyed words of wealth. Slave traders do not just live but prosper... from pain! NOT HIS WAY! Not my way...
Where did the bubble-tech come from? Well, thats a real mystery. Someone had to have given it to them i'd say. And why did Brae leave his tribe? [plot hook]
-Goal: Brae doesnt have goals like other humans do. When you live hand-to-mouth with a perpetual instinct for danger. Kind of doesnt leave room for much else. Perhaps being exposed to civilization will finally civilize the tribal in him. Maybe he'll grow a little.
-Race: Human, Ex-Skull Jacker
-Age: 28
-Appearance:
-Personality:
Brae is a reserved character. Speaking only when spoken to and used to being not everyones cup of tea owing to his connection to the Barbarian Skull Jackers class, the under class, if you will, of people who are by all accounts poverty-stricken colonists and are themselves the under class of anyone else in the system. When he speaks it is with solemn purpose.
-Equipment: (What you normally keep with you, can be split into two sets "Around Town" and "On Mission" in case you don't want to be walking around town in full armor all the time. (Although that might be safer sometimes)
Around Town/On Mission
When Brae appeared and came to Gabriel Phoenix he was already wearing some sort of advanced armor of a brand and manufacture never seen before. The armor clearly wasnt his and was acquired some way. It boasts advanced technology of a strange type who the group have taken to referring to as "bubble-knight".
Aside from that his gunplay is really advanced. Owed from a brutal education of survive or die from an early age. He prefers rail weaponry... who doesnt, right? But can you get your hands on a working copy? He prefers the big bore ones.
Around Town
Honestly, catching him sleeping is like trying to sneak up on a rattler. But when his armour is being repainted or something from the battle damage he walks around town in a jump suit tied at the wast. Bareback. He keeps with him his trusty tribal knife. He also has a pistol of unusual design, not the usual vending machine pistols you find. Looks like a real mans-mans pistol. Could be a talking point.
-Abilities: (Nothing too crazy, such things like mild telekinesis, mild telepathy and such are fine, but no crazy magical abilities. Other abilities may be piloting, mechanics and other such things too):
The four dots on Braes bubble suit's back can emit a strange blue bubble each, which rapidly joins together into a larger inflating bubble. This gives him strange abilities. The bubbles walls themselves seem to be made of energy and a fizzing of static is heard. With this he is able to do many things bubbles can do. He can parachute down from an aircraft. He can "bubble jump" by creating a large enough bubble behind him and propelling himself into the air with his legs. The bubble can of course envelop him and provides deflective field armour -until it bursts-, he can even jump ontop of his own bubble detaching it from his back and standing on it. As to the nature of this technology he isnt sharing, but it seems human in origin, not alien. Sure it doesnt have any human alphabet written on it, but its got five fingers for lords sake!
-Bio:
The earliest thing Brae remembers is struggle. His family lived in yurts deep in the desert where they could not be bothered. Originally human colonists, successive generations poverty and resource scarcity had driven them to the edge of civilized behavior. Back then owning a gun pretty much made you a king. Things got from really bad to worse as water dried up and food ran out. At one stage it became impossible for tribes to survive, his tribe in particular, after a poor harvest they had to make a very tough decision, an impactful one, either they would raid anothers encampment -take what they needed- or everyone would be dead from dehydration and malnourishment. His tribe leaders met and the matter was discussed. Eventually a decision was made. They chose to raid, rather than die. Many of the tribes followed suit, infact it was a common predicament. Eventually, all of them being collectively branded as skulljackers. Unjustly so! Some took to raiding perhaps too eagerly. It had unleashed some real madmen. Bad things are said about skulljackers, that they eat the dead and enslave the living. And if any, or even a hint of it is true Brae says nothing. But the truth being that Brae came from an era, he came from an era of honorable tribesmen, an era which is long dead, ruined by the honeyed words of wealth. Slave traders do not just live but prosper... from pain! NOT HIS WAY! Not my way...
Where did the bubble-tech come from? Well, thats a real mystery. Someone had to have given it to them i'd say. And why did Brae leave his tribe? [plot hook]
-Goal: Brae doesnt have goals like other humans do. When you live hand-to-mouth with a perpetual instinct for danger. Kind of doesnt leave room for much else. Perhaps being exposed to civilization will finally civilize the tribal in him. Maybe he'll grow a little.
Expendable The Certifiable
Member
Seen
13 hrs ago
Name: Sed'moy (Sem) Angel
-Race:
-Age: 4 (biologic 20)
-Appearance: This cold woman reminds you of a dangerous weapon. She has slitted gray eyes that are like two pools of mercury. Her thick, wavy, midnight black hair is worn in a pixie cut style that reminds you of a cotton swab dipped in black ink. Her wings on the other hand are charcoal-gray. She is short and has a lithe build. Her skin is ruddy. She has a small mouth.
Height: 1.7 m., Weight: 61.2 kg.
-Personality: Sober (shows no interest in drugs or alcohol), and honest (not sure she knows how to lie).
-Equipment:
-Abilities:
Valkyrii-specific short ranged telepath (useless if there's no other Valkyrii around).
Enhanced strength (150%)
Good night vision.
Brawler, with a few unusual martial arts moves.
An odd knowledge of improvised explosives. (The shed in back of the church had to be rebuilt three times)
-Goal: To make it off of this world and find her people.
-Race:
Winged humanoid single-sex clone race from the planet Valkyrjur.
Valkyrjur is a resource-poor world, its temperate zones swept almost constantly by storms, forcing its inhabitants to live in caves carved out of the rock. Its primary exports are its people, working as orbital habitat builders and mercenaries.
Valkyrii females (there are no males) are born from "Mothers", an egg-shaped cloning tank that force-grows clones to a biologic mid-adolescence stage in 140 standard days and implanting a basic practical and military education.
Warning: Valkyrii possessed an enhanced strength, 150% of normal, thanks genetic alteration for bone growth stimulation that allows additional layers of muscle to be attached to additional points on the reinforced bones. Be very careful when interacting with newly decanted Valkyrii, as they do not know their own strength yet.
Valkyrii clones can be field-ready in 30 standard days following decanting, however, on the home world, they usually undergo two standard years of socialization and additional training before being assigned to a unit going off-world.
Valkyrii are short-ranged telepaths among their own kind, allowing for rapid response from nearby Valkyrii. Only 1% of their kind have the ability to communicate telepathically with other species via skin contact. As a precaution, those with the gift wear gloves to avoid unintentional contact with others.
While the Valkyrii possess wings, the average wingspan is approximately 1 meter, insufficient for sustained flight in 1 standard gravity - not even on their own home world. In zero g, however, once acclimatized, they are quite adept at maneuvering in open air.
It is not known by the Valkyrii who created them, although they a 97% match with humanity, and have no issues consuming human rations.
Valkyrjur is a resource-poor world, its temperate zones swept almost constantly by storms, forcing its inhabitants to live in caves carved out of the rock. Its primary exports are its people, working as orbital habitat builders and mercenaries.
Valkyrii females (there are no males) are born from "Mothers", an egg-shaped cloning tank that force-grows clones to a biologic mid-adolescence stage in 140 standard days and implanting a basic practical and military education.
Warning: Valkyrii possessed an enhanced strength, 150% of normal, thanks genetic alteration for bone growth stimulation that allows additional layers of muscle to be attached to additional points on the reinforced bones. Be very careful when interacting with newly decanted Valkyrii, as they do not know their own strength yet.
Valkyrii clones can be field-ready in 30 standard days following decanting, however, on the home world, they usually undergo two standard years of socialization and additional training before being assigned to a unit going off-world.
Training can include the use of a Valkyrii Programmer - a helmet that can implant knowledge directly into the brain, allowing the quick mastery of a language or skill.
Valkyrjur takes no responsibility for any mental damage a non-valkyrii may suffer when trying to use this device, it was not designed for them. As such, Valkyrii Programmer helmets are seldom found offworld in working condition. It's also difficult to find someone who can produce suitable training programs for the device.
Valkyrjur takes no responsibility for any mental damage a non-valkyrii may suffer when trying to use this device, it was not designed for them. As such, Valkyrii Programmer helmets are seldom found offworld in working condition. It's also difficult to find someone who can produce suitable training programs for the device.
Valkyrii are short-ranged telepaths among their own kind, allowing for rapid response from nearby Valkyrii. Only 1% of their kind have the ability to communicate telepathically with other species via skin contact. As a precaution, those with the gift wear gloves to avoid unintentional contact with others.
Telepaths of other races, unless communicating with one of the touch telepaths, should not attempt to telepathically connect with a Valkyrii without a suitable supply of pain killers/medical assistance within easy reach.
A touch-telepath attack of the last resort, they can project a mental scream into the mind of the subject. This can stun most subjects and the telepath for several minutes.
While the Valkyrii possess wings, the average wingspan is approximately 1 meter, insufficient for sustained flight in 1 standard gravity - not even on their own home world. In zero g, however, once acclimatized, they are quite adept at maneuvering in open air.
It is not known by the Valkyrii who created them, although they a 97% match with humanity, and have no issues consuming human rations.
-Age: 4 (biologic 20)
-Appearance: This cold woman reminds you of a dangerous weapon. She has slitted gray eyes that are like two pools of mercury. Her thick, wavy, midnight black hair is worn in a pixie cut style that reminds you of a cotton swab dipped in black ink. Her wings on the other hand are charcoal-gray. She is short and has a lithe build. Her skin is ruddy. She has a small mouth.
Height: 1.7 m., Weight: 61.2 kg.
-Personality: Sober (shows no interest in drugs or alcohol), and honest (not sure she knows how to lie).
-Equipment:
Weapon: Church Ordinance Judge pistol (.45 Long Colt / 410 Shotgun) with ammo pouch.
Weapon: Jensen Knives Out the Front Automatic 3.825" Tanto blade.
Weapon: Jensen Knives Out the Front Automatic 3.825" Tanto blade.
Smart comm with oxygen and pressure alarms, video recording and playback, interfaces with other devices and can use apps. Can be connected to local communication networks - typically a fee service. Also acts as a short-ranged radio comm. Uses a commercial charging pad.
Shatterproof plastic glasses with built-in heads-up Augmented Reality display, allows for gesture commands. Can also act as a targeting sight, display heat signatures, using the built]in cameras. Can connect to a smart comm or other devices as a dedicated display, or to local communications networks - typically a fee service. Popular for those without implants. Uses a commercial charging pad.
A double-breasted vest with anti-stab lining and plate carrier, internal tech pockets, from their covert protection line of protective clothes, mostly aimed at the wealthy. Hers has been modified with back side-slits to allow her to spread her wings and small metal strips woven together with paracord to form spaulders to protect her shoulders.
this palm-sized light can project a diffused beam that will illuminate a large area, or can be focused down to a very short-ranged narrow beam capable of cutting most materials and ignite flammable ones.
this palm-size rod when waved over an object can pick up the chemicals being outgassed by the material, often used by travelers to detect hazardous or poisonous food and displaying a green or red indicator light. When connected to a smart comm device with its database, it can do a basic chemical signature breakdown, allowing it to identify hazardous chemicals, poisons, alcohol strength, Scoville heat units, calorie count, or explosives.
a form of multivitamin, this provides trace elements that may be missing from a traveler's diet. Comes in a narrow pocket tin.
A vaguely sweet, palatable, chewy protein bar with the consistency of soggy sawdust in stiff vanilla taffy.
Shielded water fusion micro-generator powers strength-enhancing polymer muscles that allows the exoskeleton suit to move organically, with a clamshell front plate design that makes the suit quick to don, and laminated armor plates that resist damage from explosives and kinetic weapons. Sensor-head design. Equip with internal life support and gas filters.
Operators use oversized (OS) versions of conventional weapons. 19 hours operation out of 1 liter of heavy water. Unit weight (without operator) 102 kg. Combined suit, operator, and equipment cannot exceed 340 kg. Initial sizing of suit takes approximately four hours.
Retired from active service over thirty-three years ago for less bulky, faster, lighter designs. Typically found in military museums and military surplus stores, or in use by budget merc units, survey crews, fire fighters, or as training units for high school mecha teams.
Operators use oversized (OS) versions of conventional weapons. 19 hours operation out of 1 liter of heavy water. Unit weight (without operator) 102 kg. Combined suit, operator, and equipment cannot exceed 340 kg. Initial sizing of suit takes approximately four hours.
Retired from active service over thirty-three years ago for less bulky, faster, lighter designs. Typically found in military museums and military surplus stores, or in use by budget merc units, survey crews, fire fighters, or as training units for high school mecha teams.
Single-barrel design, fires oversized slug, pellet, and grenade cartriges. 9 round capacity.
Reserve weapon for Centurion II pilots. Three magazines.
Throw-able canisters that explodes in a spread of less-than-lethal sticky and quickly expanding polymer foam that can quickly entangle to or more people. Requires an aerosol release agent to break down the tangler strands.
for digging/personal defense
battle dressing, combat application tourniquet x2, personal first aid kit, survival machete (etched & saw back), Seares RationBar x14, 1 liter osmosis canteen, flashlight laser, 3m copper wire, 25m paracord, 15m fishing line, 5m flat pack of heavy-duty duct tape, 4-pc survival card multitool, pocket gun-tool, 30-gallon trash bag x2, pack of soap slips, $50 non-sequential money cards x 10. Additional ammo for judge.
-Abilities:
Valkyrii-specific short ranged telepath (useless if there's no other Valkyrii around).
Enhanced strength (150%)
Good night vision.
Brawler, with a few unusual martial arts moves.
An odd knowledge of improvised explosives. (The shed in back of the church had to be rebuilt three times)
Discovered passed out and naked in the salvage yard, lying in the only mud-puddle, looking like she fell out of the stretched out egg-shaped windowless booth. As she had wings, the workers smuggled her out to Father Petrov's church. He was concerned she had some sort of tramatic head injury at first, but she learned quickly. When Petrov asked about the booth, the yard workers reported that it had been sold and shipped out, they didn't know to who.
Within a year, she was working in the salvage yard, watched over by the other workers. On her first day, came home with an odd key she found in a trash heap. Keeps it with her.
Came to the notice of Boss Raskolnikov five months later when she unknowingly helped his nephew break into his cousin's flat, then when she broke his arm in Boss Raskolnikov's club while the group was celebrating their robbery. He immediately recognized her as Valkyrii, and ordered her left alone.
Afterwards, worked for Boss Raskolnikov as a bouncer, she began talking to some of the mercs who visited his club (didn't water down the booze, hangout for the local job broker). Did some odd jobs, earned enough money to buy an old Centurion II suit in the salvage yard and got it working again.
Did some workouts with some of the mercs, like Vex, who agreed she wasn't the worse possible choice for a raw recruit and gave her an offer to join the group.
Within a year, she was working in the salvage yard, watched over by the other workers. On her first day, came home with an odd key she found in a trash heap. Keeps it with her.
Came to the notice of Boss Raskolnikov five months later when she unknowingly helped his nephew break into his cousin's flat, then when she broke his arm in Boss Raskolnikov's club while the group was celebrating their robbery. He immediately recognized her as Valkyrii, and ordered her left alone.
Afterwards, worked for Boss Raskolnikov as a bouncer, she began talking to some of the mercs who visited his club (didn't water down the booze, hangout for the local job broker). Did some odd jobs, earned enough money to buy an old Centurion II suit in the salvage yard and got it working again.
Did some workouts with some of the mercs, like Vex, who agreed she wasn't the worse possible choice for a raw recruit and gave her an offer to join the group.
-Goal: To make it off of this world and find her people.
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