I am just going over it to look for spelling mistakes because I did most of the sheet on mobile, then I will transfer it over
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I am just going over it to look for spelling mistakes because I did most of the sheet on mobile, then I will transfer it over
Damn, considering you did it on mobile, that's a hell of an achievement!
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<Snipped quote by Jinxlynx>
Damn, considering you did it on mobile, that's a hell of an achievement!
I just wrote down ideas on my notepad and format them on my computer when I got home. It is just a bunch of bullet points and half written paragraphs on my phone, lol
the silly part was I would email my notes to myself so I could copy and paste them
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Age: 63
Sex: Male
Species: Human (Tarman-Herring Model 7-C “Helpful Charlie” Cybernetic)
Appearance:
Standing at 4’6”, fairly compact for a full cybernetic conversion, Peter looks to be a small humanoid with a mismatch of parts comprising the plating for his head, the recycler system, his optics, his hands. Some components are rusted, others still relatively new, and his hands stiff and crude with but four digits. Blue optics and a protrusion - often interpreted by others as a circular muzzle - are the only details for his head. Peter prefers to simply wear a heavy, rough-cut coat.
Personality:Quiet, observant, restrained, a statue in the room whose luminous eyes see everything, Peter’s outwards personality masks a deep-seated, conflicted little soul. Other people are strange to him, their actions strange, their motivations strange, the effects of those three pills still rooted down within Peter, and as such he often instead simply does not engage with others whatsoever. As such, he is uncomfortably, desperately lonely, often developing little stories and ideas and journeys in his head divorced from most of reality save for the barest, slightest details, the rest drawn from books he’d read, ideas he’d picked up. That quiet nature masks a violent, infantile rage, too, a rage at being seen as something other than a person, a rage at being seen as a toy, a rage at being seen as property. Murderous fantasies often plague Peter when confronted with such things, fantasies he does not act out by virtue of, again, leaving such people entirely. Luckily, he does not often develop such rages as he doesn’t often interact with others at all, preferring instead the comfort of his mech, a game of Rout against the computer.
History:Born beyond the UEC on the far-flung outpost of Thiel-3, long before their entry into the Confederation, from his first breath Peter was living on the company dime. The station was owned by Tarman Manufacturing, the air owned by NeuLife, and the food by Monarch Supplements, and by being born he’d already had that debt. Of course, his birth wasn’t an accident by employees, either; gene-wrought workers was something Tarman paid a good price for, and in a good few legal respects Peter wasn’t exactly human. His name wasn’t Peter either though, but Charlie 18. The UEC needed materials from Thiel-3 in those days and, in many ways, they were willing to turn a blind eye to Tarman’s works as long as the shipments kept coming in.
Early life wasn’t a childhood, but a conveyor belt. From clean rooms to clean classrooms to clean cafeterias, that was the routine. There were three pills every meal, too, to grow up good and strong, and through that all Peter felt some senses dull, other senses enhance, and the classroom became a place where he just soaked up every piece of information given. It wasn’t long before he could perform three-dimensional vector calculations on the fly, retrograde burn assessments at the flick of a wrist, sensor pictures by the glance, and it wasn’t long after that when Peter and the others started to go into simulators. He enjoyed those, easy as it always seemed to be, but all the while there were those clean rooms, those clean classrooms, those three pills.
When he turned twenty, a date that meant so very, very little to Peter, the class was shuffled into the cafeteria and given a glass of water and a singular pill. They all took it without a question. They all went unconscious without a struggle. Those three pills at work, he knew afterwards, those same three pills. When they woke up, it was through electronic eyes and he couldn’t feel the recycled air on his skin. Helpful Charlies, that’s what they were, brains in vats in suits. The teachers said it’d been where they’d been going all along, that it’d been where they belonged from the start. Everything was ordained by the company and the company couldn’t be wrong in its plans. Two in the class resisted it all, spiked their own blood pressures through the roof with the stress and pain and overload, lit-up like fireworks on the spot, and though Peter didn’t question it then and there a feeling grew in the back of his head. He didn’t much like the teachers or the doctors, he supposed.
Piloting surveycraft, that’s where Peter was placed, piloting them through the asteroid fields that scattered about Thiel-3 in massed droves, piloting them through and landing on one or the other or the other for testing. It was a good job he thought, good enough considering his debt seemed to slowly go down bit by bit, line by line. Nutrient liquids were cheap and it wasn’t as though Peter needed all that much of it. Every now and again, though, a part of him started to slow. A finger, hand, joint there or valve here, a system needing recalibration or replacement, a repair that set him back again. He started to track these things, curious why a new body would fail like that. The others in his class had the same problems, some losing function while out piloting in the fields, some not coming back. Forced obsolescence was the term, Peter found, forced failures, bad designs. The feeling in the back of his head grew. Peter decided he didn’t much like the company. He kept piloting, though, trying to figure out a way to get better, to stop with the debt, the payments.
Then Thiel-3 stopped existing. A raiding party of the Hegemony, unknown to Tarman, came a-knocking while Peter was out on a mining mission. They struggled at finding the position of the colony, though, even as they bounced a distress signal from three of the encircling satellite stations, and a wait came as the Hegemony ships started to comb through the fields. Peter went radio silent, powering down most systems while hugging an asteroid, waited all the while for that help. It came in the form of a light ISA patrol that quickly dived into the asteroid field, the Hegemony ships rushing in to follow, and some part of Peter clicked away to join in. He powered up the craft, got to work weaving and dancing through the fields in chase. A Hegemony corvette, caught off-guard, was his target as the little survey craft latched onto the outer hull like a leach before lighting-up the mining torch. Cutting through the hull just forward of the engines, all while the corvette ducked between asteroids after the ISA ships, Peter found that reactor. A release just before, clearing that ship as it lit-up, and he disappeared into the field with the rubble. Other company pilots were trying the same here, there, while the ISA patrol slowly got the upper hand in the chaos. The station radioed out, some middle manager calling them to return to station, and a Hegemony torpedo salvo raced through the field after that signal. Peter watched one survey ship take a missile, trying to stop it all, and the station went to dust soon after. So much for the company.
He took-on with the ISA after that, the little surveyor not taking up that much hangar space. The flight deck officer even gave him a free name to boot, just saying he looked like a Peter. A few mechanic visits with them and Peter even had a few replaced components to try and offset Tarman’s bad practices. A little homeless wayfarer, he stuck around with them until one of the next mining stations out there in the ISA. By then, the Shodane business was in full swing, the ISA working overtime to try and keep their business theirs instead of no-one’s, and one of them mentioned that maybe Peter might do some good with it all. There was recruitment going on to fight out in the ISA and he’d shown some real skill in the asteroids after all. The comment stuck well enough that he followed through with it, joining up with a company chartered to provide escort to one of the Confederation military outposts.
The war came and went for Peter, seeing combat here and there. He didn’t particularly care to remember the whole of it, already numb as he was to the problems, to the losses, to the tragedies. The Shodane War was messy and hard, blasted hard, and the company didn’t come out fully intact. In time it ended, though, and in time after that, Peter contracted on with the Confederation itself as a void specialist of sorts. Since then, he’s found niches here, there, salvage work, boarding work, escort jobs. He’s gotten better, too, all the Tarman junk out of his systems. Peter was even recommended for duty aboard the Spirit of Adventure, something he accepted.
Key Facts:Early life wasn’t a childhood, but a conveyor belt. From clean rooms to clean classrooms to clean cafeterias, that was the routine. There were three pills every meal, too, to grow up good and strong, and through that all Peter felt some senses dull, other senses enhance, and the classroom became a place where he just soaked up every piece of information given. It wasn’t long before he could perform three-dimensional vector calculations on the fly, retrograde burn assessments at the flick of a wrist, sensor pictures by the glance, and it wasn’t long after that when Peter and the others started to go into simulators. He enjoyed those, easy as it always seemed to be, but all the while there were those clean rooms, those clean classrooms, those three pills.
When he turned twenty, a date that meant so very, very little to Peter, the class was shuffled into the cafeteria and given a glass of water and a singular pill. They all took it without a question. They all went unconscious without a struggle. Those three pills at work, he knew afterwards, those same three pills. When they woke up, it was through electronic eyes and he couldn’t feel the recycled air on his skin. Helpful Charlies, that’s what they were, brains in vats in suits. The teachers said it’d been where they’d been going all along, that it’d been where they belonged from the start. Everything was ordained by the company and the company couldn’t be wrong in its plans. Two in the class resisted it all, spiked their own blood pressures through the roof with the stress and pain and overload, lit-up like fireworks on the spot, and though Peter didn’t question it then and there a feeling grew in the back of his head. He didn’t much like the teachers or the doctors, he supposed.
Piloting surveycraft, that’s where Peter was placed, piloting them through the asteroid fields that scattered about Thiel-3 in massed droves, piloting them through and landing on one or the other or the other for testing. It was a good job he thought, good enough considering his debt seemed to slowly go down bit by bit, line by line. Nutrient liquids were cheap and it wasn’t as though Peter needed all that much of it. Every now and again, though, a part of him started to slow. A finger, hand, joint there or valve here, a system needing recalibration or replacement, a repair that set him back again. He started to track these things, curious why a new body would fail like that. The others in his class had the same problems, some losing function while out piloting in the fields, some not coming back. Forced obsolescence was the term, Peter found, forced failures, bad designs. The feeling in the back of his head grew. Peter decided he didn’t much like the company. He kept piloting, though, trying to figure out a way to get better, to stop with the debt, the payments.
Then Thiel-3 stopped existing. A raiding party of the Hegemony, unknown to Tarman, came a-knocking while Peter was out on a mining mission. They struggled at finding the position of the colony, though, even as they bounced a distress signal from three of the encircling satellite stations, and a wait came as the Hegemony ships started to comb through the fields. Peter went radio silent, powering down most systems while hugging an asteroid, waited all the while for that help. It came in the form of a light ISA patrol that quickly dived into the asteroid field, the Hegemony ships rushing in to follow, and some part of Peter clicked away to join in. He powered up the craft, got to work weaving and dancing through the fields in chase. A Hegemony corvette, caught off-guard, was his target as the little survey craft latched onto the outer hull like a leach before lighting-up the mining torch. Cutting through the hull just forward of the engines, all while the corvette ducked between asteroids after the ISA ships, Peter found that reactor. A release just before, clearing that ship as it lit-up, and he disappeared into the field with the rubble. Other company pilots were trying the same here, there, while the ISA patrol slowly got the upper hand in the chaos. The station radioed out, some middle manager calling them to return to station, and a Hegemony torpedo salvo raced through the field after that signal. Peter watched one survey ship take a missile, trying to stop it all, and the station went to dust soon after. So much for the company.
He took-on with the ISA after that, the little surveyor not taking up that much hangar space. The flight deck officer even gave him a free name to boot, just saying he looked like a Peter. A few mechanic visits with them and Peter even had a few replaced components to try and offset Tarman’s bad practices. A little homeless wayfarer, he stuck around with them until one of the next mining stations out there in the ISA. By then, the Shodane business was in full swing, the ISA working overtime to try and keep their business theirs instead of no-one’s, and one of them mentioned that maybe Peter might do some good with it all. There was recruitment going on to fight out in the ISA and he’d shown some real skill in the asteroids after all. The comment stuck well enough that he followed through with it, joining up with a company chartered to provide escort to one of the Confederation military outposts.
The war came and went for Peter, seeing combat here and there. He didn’t particularly care to remember the whole of it, already numb as he was to the problems, to the losses, to the tragedies. The Shodane War was messy and hard, blasted hard, and the company didn’t come out fully intact. In time it ended, though, and in time after that, Peter contracted on with the Confederation itself as a void specialist of sorts. Since then, he’s found niches here, there, salvage work, boarding work, escort jobs. He’s gotten better, too, all the Tarman junk out of his systems. Peter was even recommended for duty aboard the Spirit of Adventure, something he accepted.
+ Rout (3D ‘board’ game of positional maneuver to trap an opponent piece)
+ Rave Bio-Recordings
+ Fairy Tales
- Corporate Hegemonies
- Social Interaction
Personal Gear:+ Rave Bio-Recordings
+ Fairy Tales
- Corporate Hegemonies
- Social Interaction
10mm Confederate Arms Model 14 Survival Carbine
12.7mm LieutArms Model 7 Sidearm
Survival Knife
Heavy Makeshift Coat
Speciality: Support12.7mm LieutArms Model 7 Sidearm
Survival Knife
Heavy Makeshift Coat
Anything Else: Hell Broke Luce / Guren no Yumiya on Eight Floppy Drives
Type: Light Transport / Hunter-Killer
Crew: 1 Pilot, 4 Passengers
Stats: Tarman Manufacturing Model 23/9 Light Space Surveyor
Mass: 7,500 kg
Length: 7 m (22 ft 11 in)
Width: 5.3 m (17 ft 4 in)
Height: 4.6 m (15 ft 1 in)
Powerplant: Leuman-Funchs Mk. 2 Mod. 4 Cold Fusion Reactor
Speed (Ground): 40 kph
Speed (Atmospheric): 600 kph
Speed (Space): Mach 4
Weapons:Length: 7 m (22 ft 11 in)
Width: 5.3 m (17 ft 4 in)
Height: 4.6 m (15 ft 1 in)
Powerplant: Leuman-Funchs Mk. 2 Mod. 4 Cold Fusion Reactor
Speed (Ground): 40 kph
Speed (Atmospheric): 600 kph
Speed (Space): Mach 4
Turret Hardpoint
Equipment:1 x 30mm Bredon-Mars Revolver Cannon
or
1 x Trimar Light Particle Beam
Roof Hardpointor
1 x Trimar Light Particle Beam
4 x Hydra Light Anti-Mech Guided Missile
6 x Decoy Launcher
or
1 x Harpoon Anti-Mech Guided Missile
6 x Decoy Launcher
or
1 x Pegasi Active Protection System
(AN/SE-742 Air Radar / 10 x Tangit Rocket / RER-94 Radar Jammer / REA-44/7 Dazzler)
Starboard Hull Hardpoint6 x Decoy Launcher
or
1 x Harpoon Anti-Mech Guided Missile
6 x Decoy Launcher
or
1 x Pegasi Active Protection System
(AN/SE-742 Air Radar / 10 x Tangit Rocket / RER-94 Radar Jammer / REA-44/7 Dazzler)
1 x Tarman-Hughes Continuous Beam Mining Laser
or
3 x Harpoon Anti-Mech Guided Missile
or
2,000 kg Cargo Pod
or
3 x Harpoon Anti-Mech Guided Missile
or
2,000 kg Cargo Pod
Bredon-Mars Defensive Screens
Tarman Manufacturing Level 2 Navigation Barriers
Tarman Manufacturing Level 1 Survey Sensors
Other info:Tarman Manufacturing Level 2 Navigation Barriers
Tarman Manufacturing Level 1 Survey Sensors
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<Snipped quote by Rhona W>
I just wrote down ideas on my notepad and format them on my computer when I got home. It is just a bunch of bullet points and half written paragraphs on my phone, lol
the silly part was I would email my notes to myself so I could copy and paste them
Honestly, I've done similar things before myself, emailed myself stuff from work to home, or from my phone to my computer...!
CitrusArms Space Crystals
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Mecha Name: Mist Engines LX-DrGN
Type: Skirmisher Scout
Crew: One pilot, one co-pilot
Appearance:
Stats:
General
Weight: 25 tons
Output: C-grade fuel cell reactors, 3x 120 GW
Bipedal -
Land Speed: 150 Km/h
Height: 7 meters
Weight: 25 tons
Thruster Output: Medium, Burst
Jump Height: 50 meters, single burst
30 meters, safe landing
Weapons: Mid-range Plasma Cannon, Right Shoulder
2x Medium Lasers, Right Arm
2x Mid-Range Missile Launcher, Left Arm
Equipment: Anti-Missile Laser System, Left Shoulder - Disrepair
Active Probe, Head
Other info: The Violet Dragoon has been in service to the salvage teams of Grael II, a desert world thriving off of salvage, left behind by old conflicts resolved in orbit. A largely intact hangar bay found in the deep sands yielded a number of good mechs, including her Violet Dragoon, but that was decades ago. The Dragoon has had such an impression on the community that it received new parts to bring it forward, along with advanced in technology that the colony was lucky enough to receive. The Dragoon has seen much combat against bandits and inferior forces, but rarely has she fought another mech.
Type: Skirmisher Scout
Crew: One pilot, one co-pilot
Appearance:
Stats:
General
Weight: 25 tons
Output: C-grade fuel cell reactors, 3x 120 GW
Bipedal -
Land Speed: 150 Km/h
Height: 7 meters
Weight: 25 tons
Thruster Output: Medium, Burst
Jump Height: 50 meters, single burst
30 meters, safe landing
Gunship:
Thruster Output: High
Drag Coefficient: High
Lift Factor: Low
Air Speed: 200 Km/h
Aerospace (currently inoperable):
Thruster Output: High
Drag Coefficient: Medium
Lift Factor: High
Air Speed: 500 Km/h
Thruster Output: High
Drag Coefficient: High
Lift Factor: Low
Air Speed: 200 Km/h
Aerospace (currently inoperable):
Thruster Output: High
Drag Coefficient: Medium
Lift Factor: High
Air Speed: 500 Km/h
Weapons: Mid-range Plasma Cannon, Right Shoulder
2x Medium Lasers, Right Arm
2x Mid-Range Missile Launcher, Left Arm
Equipment: Anti-Missile Laser System, Left Shoulder - Disrepair
Active Probe, Head
Other info: The Violet Dragoon has been in service to the salvage teams of Grael II, a desert world thriving off of salvage, left behind by old conflicts resolved in orbit. A largely intact hangar bay found in the deep sands yielded a number of good mechs, including her Violet Dragoon, but that was decades ago. The Dragoon has had such an impression on the community that it received new parts to bring it forward, along with advanced in technology that the colony was lucky enough to receive. The Dragoon has seen much combat against bandits and inferior forces, but rarely has she fought another mech.
Okay, my CS is more or less complete.
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Eviledd1984 Narn Liberator
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Gonna bow out of this RP, because i don't think i will be able to complete my character sheet. I wish you the best on your RP.
Gonna bow out of this RP, because i don't think i will be able to complete my character sheet. I wish you the best on your RP.
The World A Thoroughly Unlikable Person
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Well, with someone dropping out, if you decide there's still room I might try to write up a sheet for this. Not the biggest sci-fi person but I figure it's worth at least making a cs for this if there's a spot open.
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@Rhona W
Gonna bow out of this RP, because i don't think i will be able to complete my character sheet. I wish you the best on your RP.
That's a shame, but fair enough. And thank you!
Well, with someone dropping out, if you decide there's still room I might try to write up a sheet for this. Not the biggest sci-fi person but I figure it's worth at least making a cs for this if there's a spot open.
Yeah, you're welcome to join us if you're interested
Letter Bee Filipino RPer
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Decided not to join due to partial burnout.
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Decided not to join due to partial burnout.
That's a shame, but I get it; burnout is real. Take your time to relax.
As it is, we have 6 completed and approved characters (including mine), which is at least the minimum. I know some of you have WIP's, but I'll start thinking about how to start the IC and potentially get an introductory post up over the weekend.
I was thinking of having the beginning being everyone reporting to the ship as it's about to set off. We'll all be aware of one another from shared records and information, and what we're supposed to be doing here - i.e. joining the Ranger Corps as a new crew - but not of our specific mission as yet.
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Name: Lay’arra Ru’trra
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Species: Anhur
Appearance: Lay’arra stands at the shorter end of Anhur heights, at about 6’, and enjoys a thick, soft coat of vibrantly reddish-orange fur with black at the tips of her ears and tail. There’s a large tuft of white in the center of her chest and under her chin, a white stripe in the center of either ear, and down the center of her back. Her eyes are a deep sapphire.
Personality: Lay’arra is an energetic, enthusiastic woman who’s outspoken and generally cheerful, but she's got a bit of a temper to her. She’s stubborn and assertive, perhaps a little aggressive, but ultimately kind-hearted. She cares a lot about those close to her, as most Anhur do, but is a little more aloof, perhaps. She prefers smaller groups, but is still sociable.
History:Lay’arra grew up in a sand port on Grael II, watching the sand ships come and go, bringing salvage or trade from the southern settlement. She’d always admired the great cannons, imagining the great force they could unleash at a moment’s notice, not considering the resulting destruction. She was even more excited when she saw her first mech, a damaged machine being unloaded for major repairs that the ship itself couldn’t manage. She felt bad for the damaged mech, and knew she wanted to pilot one. With the confidence of a child, she felt she could keep her machine safe.
When she came of working age, she’d joined a salvage crew and worked her way up through the ranks. She started as deck hands, like anybody else, but moved to gunnery before finally making pilot to pilot, when she was assigned to a utility mech, working the salvage operation, doing the digging and hauling. After her first three years of gaining a handle on operating a nimble utility mech and a particularly daring incident, she was given the Violet Dragoon to pilot. She’d been a key pilot for the salvage operations defense unit, exhibiting quick reflexes and gunnery in close quarters.
Key facts: Lay’arra loves steak and seafood, berries, and bitter drinks. Sweet is ok, but she doesn’t like sour. She’s a sucker for ear rubs. She hates cheapskates, hot weather, and the way clothes feel over her fur.
Personal Gear:
– Leandros VI 9mil Sidearm Repeater
– Sentinel Personnel Body Armor
– Combat Knife
Speciality: Light Mech maneuvers and close combat
Anything Else: Bad Dog No Buiscuts
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Species: Anhur
Appearance: Lay’arra stands at the shorter end of Anhur heights, at about 6’, and enjoys a thick, soft coat of vibrantly reddish-orange fur with black at the tips of her ears and tail. There’s a large tuft of white in the center of her chest and under her chin, a white stripe in the center of either ear, and down the center of her back. Her eyes are a deep sapphire.
Personality: Lay’arra is an energetic, enthusiastic woman who’s outspoken and generally cheerful, but she's got a bit of a temper to her. She’s stubborn and assertive, perhaps a little aggressive, but ultimately kind-hearted. She cares a lot about those close to her, as most Anhur do, but is a little more aloof, perhaps. She prefers smaller groups, but is still sociable.
History:Lay’arra grew up in a sand port on Grael II, watching the sand ships come and go, bringing salvage or trade from the southern settlement. She’d always admired the great cannons, imagining the great force they could unleash at a moment’s notice, not considering the resulting destruction. She was even more excited when she saw her first mech, a damaged machine being unloaded for major repairs that the ship itself couldn’t manage. She felt bad for the damaged mech, and knew she wanted to pilot one. With the confidence of a child, she felt she could keep her machine safe.
When she came of working age, she’d joined a salvage crew and worked her way up through the ranks. She started as deck hands, like anybody else, but moved to gunnery before finally making pilot to pilot, when she was assigned to a utility mech, working the salvage operation, doing the digging and hauling. After her first three years of gaining a handle on operating a nimble utility mech and a particularly daring incident, she was given the Violet Dragoon to pilot. She’d been a key pilot for the salvage operations defense unit, exhibiting quick reflexes and gunnery in close quarters.
Key facts: Lay’arra loves steak and seafood, berries, and bitter drinks. Sweet is ok, but she doesn’t like sour. She’s a sucker for ear rubs. She hates cheapskates, hot weather, and the way clothes feel over her fur.
Personal Gear:
– Leandros VI 9mil Sidearm Repeater
– Sentinel Personnel Body Armor
– Combat Knife
Speciality: Light Mech maneuvers and close combat
Anything Else: Bad Dog No Buiscuts
Mecha Name: Mist Engines LX-DrGN
Type: Skirmisher Scout
Crew: One pilot, one co-pilot
Appearance:
Stats:
General
Weight: 25 tons
Output: C-grade fuel cell reactors, 3x 120 GW
Bipedal -
Land Speed: 150 Km/h
Height: 7 meters
Weight: 25 tons
Thruster Output: Medium, Burst
Jump Height: 50 meters, single burst
30 meters, safe landing
Weapons: Mid-range Plasma Cannon, Right Shoulder, Range: 500 M
2x Medium Lasers, Right Arm, Range: 350 M
2x Mid-Range Missile Launcher, Left Arm, 300 M
Equipment: Anti-Missile Laser System, Left Shoulder - Glitchy, Range: 250 M
Active Probe, Head
Other info: The Violet Dragoon has been in service to the salvage teams of Grael II, a desert world thriving off of salvage, left behind by old conflicts resolved in orbit. A largely intact hangar bay found in the deep sands yielded a number of good mechs, including her Violet Dragoon, but that was decades ago. The Dragoon has been an important part of salvage team operations, and much care has gone in to keeping her operational, even when the exact parts required haven't been available. This has resulted in an overall drop in performance potential, though the operation of the mech in Bipedal form has been largely preserved. The mecha has seen much combat against bandits and inferior forces, but rarely has she fought another mech.
Type: Skirmisher Scout
Crew: One pilot, one co-pilot
Appearance:
Stats:
General
Weight: 25 tons
Output: C-grade fuel cell reactors, 3x 120 GW
Bipedal -
Land Speed: 150 Km/h
Height: 7 meters
Weight: 25 tons
Thruster Output: Medium, Burst
Jump Height: 50 meters, single burst
30 meters, safe landing
Gunship:
Thruster Output: High
Drag Coefficient: High
Lift Factor: Low
Air Speed: 200 Km/h
Aerospace:
Thruster Output: High
Drag Coefficient: Medium
Lift Factor: High
Air Speed: 500 Km/h
Thruster Output: High
Drag Coefficient: High
Lift Factor: Low
Air Speed: 200 Km/h
Aerospace:
Thruster Output: High
Drag Coefficient: Medium
Lift Factor: High
Air Speed: 500 Km/h
Weapons: Mid-range Plasma Cannon, Right Shoulder, Range: 500 M
2x Medium Lasers, Right Arm, Range: 350 M
2x Mid-Range Missile Launcher, Left Arm, 300 M
Equipment: Anti-Missile Laser System, Left Shoulder - Glitchy, Range: 250 M
Active Probe, Head
Other info: The Violet Dragoon has been in service to the salvage teams of Grael II, a desert world thriving off of salvage, left behind by old conflicts resolved in orbit. A largely intact hangar bay found in the deep sands yielded a number of good mechs, including her Violet Dragoon, but that was decades ago. The Dragoon has been an important part of salvage team operations, and much care has gone in to keeping her operational, even when the exact parts required haven't been available. This has resulted in an overall drop in performance potential, though the operation of the mech in Bipedal form has been largely preserved. The mecha has seen much combat against bandits and inferior forces, but rarely has she fought another mech.
Grael II is a planet dominated mostly by a sandy desert, which spans much of its central band. Due to a hyperdrive malfunction, an early Anhur colony ship crash-landed on the planet, only to find the heat unbearable. The Captain of the ship managed to survive the crash and had the foresight to survey the planet as best he could on the way down. Lacking oceans, the sands of the desert had been the best option. He had also seen the temperate-looking pole of the planet. Due to the malfunction, communications back to base had been impossible except by conventional means. Rescue would not be coming any time soon. Due to the scorching heat, the survivors made the trek North, to the nearest temperate zone.
Without a functioning hyperdrive, in an unknown area of space, possibly even off course from their supposed trajectory, the only thing they could try to do was send signals for help into space with what comms equipment they had, and figure out where they were.
Over time, with nightly trips to the wreckage of the colony ship for supplies, the Anhur of Grael II were able to put together a functioning colony at the pole of the planet. Without interstellar support, they had to make due with the things at hand, and it was becoming apparent that the deserts had more salvage in them.
Every once in a while, they’d spot a ship falling from the sky, but nobody can say for sure when that stopped happening. Some improvement to hyperdrive technology halted whatever was happening, but that was before stellar contact was reestablished.
When contact finally did get re-established, the colony had developed a rather robust ecosystem, centering around salvaging. As they gained access once more to the interstellar ecosystem, the population of Grael II learned to construct sand ships for the vast dunes, to shield their salvage crews from the weather and carry the haul, and develop more sophisticated seismic sensors.
Without a functioning hyperdrive, in an unknown area of space, possibly even off course from their supposed trajectory, the only thing they could try to do was send signals for help into space with what comms equipment they had, and figure out where they were.
Over time, with nightly trips to the wreckage of the colony ship for supplies, the Anhur of Grael II were able to put together a functioning colony at the pole of the planet. Without interstellar support, they had to make due with the things at hand, and it was becoming apparent that the deserts had more salvage in them.
Every once in a while, they’d spot a ship falling from the sky, but nobody can say for sure when that stopped happening. Some improvement to hyperdrive technology halted whatever was happening, but that was before stellar contact was reestablished.
When contact finally did get re-established, the colony had developed a rather robust ecosystem, centering around salvaging. As they gained access once more to the interstellar ecosystem, the population of Grael II learned to construct sand ships for the vast dunes, to shield their salvage crews from the weather and carry the haul, and develop more sophisticated seismic sensors.
GM
@Kensai, @Expendable, @ODAberration - Your characters are all approved, please feel free to post them in the Characters tab, and I'll add them to the roster
I'll likely get a beginning post up in the IC in the next couple of days
I'll likely get a beginning post up in the IC in the next couple of days
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My burnout is ending; some RPs of mine have slowed down massively.
I'll be making an OC soon.
I'll be making an OC soon.
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Name: Raven Rivers
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Raven wants to safeguard what remains of his family, then reunite it by rescuing his wife and son, then take the fight to the Hegemony, in that order. Even then, that last goal can be sacrificed if there is another way to rescue his wife and son. Despite the circumstances of his' joining the Ranger Corps, Raven remains an optimistic and honorable man who is quick to lend a hand, an affecitionately joking word, and a listening ear to his comrades. He is also faithful to his wife and would reject romantic overtures from both women and men (he is bisexual) as long as he is certain she is alive.
History: Raven was born on the agricultural colony world of Plenty, where yes, his family had a farm. They had all the latest crops and agricultural techniques, as well as technology that made their lives more efficient, thus meaning that while there was still plenty of backbreaking labor, it was as distant from the 21st Century idea of a farm as that idea was to the Medieval one. As Raven grew up, he learned how to drive vehicles, handle herds of unmanned drones, and measure the smallest miutinae of moisture and weather in order to ensure the smooth workings of his family's land. He also had dalliances with both girls and boys, but eventually chose to marry early to his childhood sweetheart, a girl named Katrina.
Raven and Katrina chose to seek out land of their own to start their own farm; they planned to have a medium-sized family one day. But just as they were settling in, recruiters from the United Earth Government seeking soldiers for the last years of the Shodane War came into their farming town, offering generous benefits for joining the military. What drew Raven was the chance to earn his family unprecedented benefits, including free University or Vocational education for any children he had with Katrina once they reached the right age. So after talking with his wife about it, he signed the recruitment papers and was promptly shipped off to training.
He discovered his second love (other than men; he was going to stay faithful to his wife so he's not touching them anymore) when being tested for his aptitude: Mechs. He loved humanoid mechs; not the clunky, heavy ones that reminded him too much of farm equipment, but rather, smaller, more specialized units that nevertheless had huge amounts of firepower. And eventually, he got the chance to pilot them in the last battles of the Shodane War, where he won a few medals for trouncing some of the most challenging units of the AI foe. After that, he can be honorably discharged and enjoy the fruits of victory.
His first son, Andrew, was born within a few years of the UEG joining the Confederation. Andrew was a very intelligent child, precocious and daring and a little overconfident; Raven loved him dearly. He also had two other children in the next few years; Laura and Elise, who also proved to be very accomplished girls who were as good at repairing and jury-rigging drones and formulating organic non-carcinogenic pesticide as they were at 'traditional' skills of embroidery and weaving.
Then suddenly, the Hegemony decided that they can get away with snatching Plenty from the Confederation's nose and sent a fleet to take the world by surprise, blowing through the unprepared picket fleet and landing forces on the ground just before the local defense forces were able to send a signal back to the United Earth Government.
Raven's farm was overrun, and Katrina and Andrew were captured while he managed to escape to the countryside with Laura and Elise. He and his girls survived for a few months before help finally arrived in the form of a UEG Fleet, but it was too late for his wife and son - both had been whisked off to Hegemony territory to serve as slaves.
So Raven re-enlisted into the military, joining the Ranger Corps, to find a way to rescue them and reunite his family!
Key facts:
- Raven is a High Church Anglican.
- Raven likes J-Pop.
- Raven is a passable dancer but hates dancing.
- Raven is a social drinker, but hates the feeling of intoxication.
- Raven can cook.
Personal Gear: Any specific personal weapons, armour, or other useful equipment and items. List format is preferred.
- Personal Battle Armor.
- Anti-Material Gauss Rifle.
- Plasma Carbine.
- EMP Grenades.
- Combat Knife.
- Medkit.
- Omni-Tool.
- Burner Comms Device.
- Carbon-Fibre floss wire for use as regular floss or an emergency tool of strangulation.
Speciality: Sniper/Demolitions/Assault Infantry.
Anything Else:
youtube.com/watch?v=wpaSdJQcK2w
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Raven wants to safeguard what remains of his family, then reunite it by rescuing his wife and son, then take the fight to the Hegemony, in that order. Even then, that last goal can be sacrificed if there is another way to rescue his wife and son. Despite the circumstances of his' joining the Ranger Corps, Raven remains an optimistic and honorable man who is quick to lend a hand, an affecitionately joking word, and a listening ear to his comrades. He is also faithful to his wife and would reject romantic overtures from both women and men (he is bisexual) as long as he is certain she is alive.
History: Raven was born on the agricultural colony world of Plenty, where yes, his family had a farm. They had all the latest crops and agricultural techniques, as well as technology that made their lives more efficient, thus meaning that while there was still plenty of backbreaking labor, it was as distant from the 21st Century idea of a farm as that idea was to the Medieval one. As Raven grew up, he learned how to drive vehicles, handle herds of unmanned drones, and measure the smallest miutinae of moisture and weather in order to ensure the smooth workings of his family's land. He also had dalliances with both girls and boys, but eventually chose to marry early to his childhood sweetheart, a girl named Katrina.
Raven and Katrina chose to seek out land of their own to start their own farm; they planned to have a medium-sized family one day. But just as they were settling in, recruiters from the United Earth Government seeking soldiers for the last years of the Shodane War came into their farming town, offering generous benefits for joining the military. What drew Raven was the chance to earn his family unprecedented benefits, including free University or Vocational education for any children he had with Katrina once they reached the right age. So after talking with his wife about it, he signed the recruitment papers and was promptly shipped off to training.
He discovered his second love (other than men; he was going to stay faithful to his wife so he's not touching them anymore) when being tested for his aptitude: Mechs. He loved humanoid mechs; not the clunky, heavy ones that reminded him too much of farm equipment, but rather, smaller, more specialized units that nevertheless had huge amounts of firepower. And eventually, he got the chance to pilot them in the last battles of the Shodane War, where he won a few medals for trouncing some of the most challenging units of the AI foe. After that, he can be honorably discharged and enjoy the fruits of victory.
His first son, Andrew, was born within a few years of the UEG joining the Confederation. Andrew was a very intelligent child, precocious and daring and a little overconfident; Raven loved him dearly. He also had two other children in the next few years; Laura and Elise, who also proved to be very accomplished girls who were as good at repairing and jury-rigging drones and formulating organic non-carcinogenic pesticide as they were at 'traditional' skills of embroidery and weaving.
Then suddenly, the Hegemony decided that they can get away with snatching Plenty from the Confederation's nose and sent a fleet to take the world by surprise, blowing through the unprepared picket fleet and landing forces on the ground just before the local defense forces were able to send a signal back to the United Earth Government.
Raven's farm was overrun, and Katrina and Andrew were captured while he managed to escape to the countryside with Laura and Elise. He and his girls survived for a few months before help finally arrived in the form of a UEG Fleet, but it was too late for his wife and son - both had been whisked off to Hegemony territory to serve as slaves.
So Raven re-enlisted into the military, joining the Ranger Corps, to find a way to rescue them and reunite his family!
Key facts:
- Raven is a High Church Anglican.
- Raven likes J-Pop.
- Raven is a passable dancer but hates dancing.
- Raven is a social drinker, but hates the feeling of intoxication.
- Raven can cook.
Personal Gear: Any specific personal weapons, armour, or other useful equipment and items. List format is preferred.
- Personal Battle Armor.
- Anti-Material Gauss Rifle.
- Plasma Carbine.
- EMP Grenades.
- Combat Knife.
- Medkit.
- Omni-Tool.
- Burner Comms Device.
- Carbon-Fibre floss wire for use as regular floss or an emergency tool of strangulation.
Speciality: Sniper/Demolitions/Assault Infantry.
Anything Else:
youtube.com/watch?v=wpaSdJQcK2w
Mecha Name: Lumen Humanitas
Type: Scout/Sniper/Infilitrator
Crew: 1 - 2
Appearance:
Stats:
Height: 5 meters
Weight: 8.00 metric tonnes
Speed: Flight - 160kph/Running - 170kph
Weapons:
1x Super Gauss Gun with Tungsten/Graphene heavy rounds.
1x Plasma Carbine.
1x Graphene Sword with a localized shield generator on the hilt.
1x Power Fist.
2x Lasers on Head for Anti-Missile, Anti-Aircraft Purposes.
2x Graphene Knives with micro-diamond edges.
Equipment:
1x Prototype Sensor Suite
1x 'Stealth Cloak' that provides optical camoflauge and also dampens heat and electronic readings; this is incompatible with every other system the unit has and can only be used while stationary.
2x Jump Jets capable of providing limited flight capability in the atmosphere and almost unrestricted flight in space.
1x Energy Shield.
1x Active Stealth System
1x Prototype Helium-3 'Microfusion' Reactor.
Other info: A Mech designed to get in, stand still, then inflict lots of damage when called.
Type: Scout/Sniper/Infilitrator
Crew: 1 - 2
Appearance:
Stats:
Height: 5 meters
Weight: 8.00 metric tonnes
Speed: Flight - 160kph/Running - 170kph
Weapons:
1x Super Gauss Gun with Tungsten/Graphene heavy rounds.
1x Plasma Carbine.
1x Graphene Sword with a localized shield generator on the hilt.
1x Power Fist.
2x Lasers on Head for Anti-Missile, Anti-Aircraft Purposes.
2x Graphene Knives with micro-diamond edges.
Equipment:
1x Prototype Sensor Suite
1x 'Stealth Cloak' that provides optical camoflauge and also dampens heat and electronic readings; this is incompatible with every other system the unit has and can only be used while stationary.
2x Jump Jets capable of providing limited flight capability in the atmosphere and almost unrestricted flight in space.
1x Energy Shield.
1x Active Stealth System
1x Prototype Helium-3 'Microfusion' Reactor.
Other info: A Mech designed to get in, stand still, then inflict lots of damage when called.
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GM
First IC post is up to introduce the ship, the captain and the setting. Nothing big or exciting as yet. I just thought we'd have everyone make an intro post either on the ship or arriving to it. As soon as everyone's had a chance to post, I'll get things moving with a bit more interest, have everyone meet and get introduced as the ship gets underway.
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Regrettably, due to medical problems sapping a lot of my energy and time, I'll have to bow out of the RP.
I'm fine with my characters coming under control of the DMs, to either exist as NPCs or to quietly leave the setting as well.
Sorry all.
I'm fine with my characters coming under control of the DMs, to either exist as NPCs or to quietly leave the setting as well.
Sorry all.
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