[CHAR] Infestation, An Original Sci-Fi Roleplay

[Horrid]

[Accepted]

Name:
Július Zdeno Bartolomej "Jules" Rezník
Gender:
Male
Age:
26
Starsign:
Crocodile
Rank:
First Sergeant
Armor:
Grey Plating
Medical and Criminal History:
Large area, full thickness chemical burn originating from left pectoral, spreading up to neck, over left shoulder and partially down abdomen on left hand side. Crimes include possession of illicit substances, arson, assault and battery, breaking and entering, vandalism and loitering.
Physical Description:
A monster of a man, standing at nearly 8' tall and as wide enough in the shoulders to match, Julius looks like he would be more at home as a freight vessel, with brown skin the colour of beaten bronze. Broad, thick shoulders, a chest like a barrel, he looks built for strength and struggle in their rawest forms. Despite this his kind eyes are a dull blue, leaning more towards grey. His black hair is shaven into a short, frayed mohawk. His scalp, along with a good portion of his torso, upper arms and neck, are covered in tattoos of interlocking, geometrical patterns. Chevrons, diamonds and other shapes that seem to have no meaning, at least at first glance. Tattoos are somewhat faded and displaced by his burns, looking like blurred and melted mess.
Goddess/God:
Svatani, Goddess of Judgment and Conquest.
Background:
Jules was born in a large family, stricken by poverty on Melet V, a colony who's major export is space vessels and vehicles, and the mechanical components used in space vessels and vehicles. As a boy he was put to work in the factory, assembling various components and making sure they were all neat and in boxes to be shipped out as soon as possible. It paid little and was respected even less as he toiled his days away within the factory, forgoing his chances to go and play with other kids to make money and, as his father always said, 'make a boot-print on the world before he faded away'. With time he grew, and as he grew he began to tower. When he towered, with that came more work. He learned that he could make more money for doing the heavier work like lifting crates and pushing machines around. With time, more work came and his pay grew.

But, on Melet V, money is always tight. Any work you can get is good work. So when Julius received an offer from a slightly more prestigious family to come and do some work for them, he snapped at the offer with an eagerness that both amused and entertained his patrons. Even as a young man, Julius was big. He was put to work as 'muscle'. He as trained to guard, to survey his surroundings and to always do what he was told. Not like he needed the last one, after being beneath the thumb of his father for so long. Julius was assigned to the family's youngest member as he went about his daily business. It was easy work for good money, stick close to his mark, make sure he gets to where he needs to go. Usually it was just down to a function, or over to visit another family member, but eventually the job began to ask more of him. He went from holding vehicle doors open to holding violent miscreants back, trips down to the store became running of illicit substances back and forth. He became involved in gang disputes, got tattoos and watched as he was put up for fights he wanted no business being in. It all culminated in a deal gone wrong within another family member's drug lab. Violence broke out, then chemicals were spilled. Julius was coated, and as he felt it burn through his clothing and into his skin, the chemicals ignited.

Julius was taken into medical care and sentenced shortly after. He would have been serving a much longer sentence, had he not had some intervention from former employers. Following that entire terrible set of circumstances, Julius used all the money he had left to leave his home and his former life behind, and join the military at the age of 19.
Three Strengths:

Immense physical strength
Follows orders to the letter
Somewhat streetwise

Three Weaknesses:

Short temper
Slow to trust
Uneasy near chemicals or fire

Miscellaneous: Rank 2 Psionic.

[metagros]

[Accepted]
Name: Jormungand attor "jormun" apep (heavy handed sperentisim!!!!)
Gender: male
Age: 25
Starsign: dragon
Rank: sergeant
Armor: shadow plaiting
Medical and Criminal History: voluntary gene moded golden scales running from his eyes down the side of his body. no criminal recored, but is suspected to be the leader of a few small crimes.
Physical Description: but less insane looking and with golden scales running down the side of his face and arms.
5 foot tall
Goddess/God: xero. frozen god of ice
Background: born to one of the riches families in sanctum city, jormun held the world in his hands. anything that he wished for would be brought to him instantly and with no questions. but whats the fun in life when you have everything, when you have beaten the game. so he stopped caring. he spent millions on gene moding himself, taking on parts of his star sign. he created tight groups of people who followed him tightly, and sent them on tasks, such as shoplifting, taking careful steps so that no one could trace him. he broke of from his family and changed his name, wishing to make one for himself.

and what better way then to go into the military. there where no wars going on when he joined, so he could probably rise through the ranks pretty quickly. until the Halycon attacked that is. now for once he will actually have to do something. this could go rather great or horribly for him....
Three Strengths:
1) half decent strategist (able to pass orders down and divvying them up for max efficiency)
2) very good at hiding.
3) very Knowledgeable
Three Weaknesses:
1) emotional distent at times.
2) hates frontal confrontations in fights (or fights in general)
3) CANOT BE TRUSTED!! will seem very trustworthy, but he will arrange your death if you lose your useful ness to him (ex: mishearing crutial parts of the plan)
Miscellaneous: see above.

[Nthitho12]

[Accepted]


Name: Prototype War Drone 'Combot'
Gender: N/A
Age: 1
Starsign: N/A
Rank: N/A
Armor: 4.5 inches of armored plating
Medical and Criminal History: N/A
Physical Description: Standing at the full height of 1.9 meters tall it is built to look similar towards an humanoid being, but enough to not create an uncanny valley effect to disturb the population and their soldiers. The Combot is built to be more agile and powerful than any regular solider can actually be inside the battlefield. The fleet is being supplied with a dozen of prototype Combots for replacement reasons if one Combot should ever be taken out of commission. Each Combot has been tested for use and has been approved for combat with each having the same exact programming, but can still be different from others as each one can learn and adapt to combat situations, environments, and even tactics used by squad mates.
Goddess/God: N/A
Background: The creation of this Combots was going to eventually happen, as the use of machines to be used in combat rather than living beings would prove satisfactory as these can be created with no end and can follow orders with ease. However, there would still be the use of living beings as robots don't have the ingenuity that living organisms have with the use of their brain. The use of robots in battle was always an idea before the Interstellar Age had come along, but was never really implemented as it would take too much to create as resources were being used else where during the devastating wars happening around the world. However, once the Interstellar Age had arrived, the idea for A.I and robots being used inside combat could start to work due the excess of resources coming from other planets. Also, the idea of soldiers being able to be mass produced and set on the ground able to survive in most environments was starting to become a very good idea towards the Divitia.

The prototyping soon started to take place once the Halycon started to be noticed through the empire and how they could endless throw troops upon troops at the Divitia army. The government soon green lighted the idea of robots being used inside of combat, so the Divitia army could also throw endless legions of troops back at Halycon's armies. The construction of robots with Psionic Crystals powering them was easy enough as it was fairly common, but the problem was creating the robots to learn and fight against enemies. The whole process was trail and error as their is a fairly long list of failed prototypes. It took several years to create the most recent prototype, which was able to get over most extreme terrain, being able to be powered on for almost a week without being recharged, and be able to also leave memory space for the robot to learn other methods of fighting from experience. However, there are set backs to the machines as their processing system is connected with their power supply which is also can also be used as bullets. So, there could be problems with that as the processing could go slower to save energy making them less responsive in battle. There was also the fact that they couldn't have the same finesse as most humanoid creatures as even if they can learn tactics, they can still be easily tricked, can't grasp the subtleties in battle, and these droids are quite expensive and not really to be mass produced as the engineers and scientist kinda went overboard with these robot, but its new purpose is to be put inside of more advanced situations like trying to enter an unknown planet with unknown defenses.

The Combots being sent are also brand new with no previous experience except for their basic programming in combat, so they are worse out inside the beginning, but can still improve once being in several missions and battles. As there are only a limited supply of Combots, there can only be one out at a time to conserve the rather expensive droids. These are actually the first droids to go into actual combat with the Halycon, so this is their trail to see if the uses of these Combots are actually useful or just a failed project that the Divitia had spent too much money on.
Three Strengths:

• Requires no sleep, food, or water.
• More strong and agile than an average solider.
• Can learn tactics from fellow squad mates.

Three Weaknesses:

• Can't recharge Psionic Crystals by itself.
• Doesn't have enough room inside of the Psionic Crystal to pilot anything.
• Overly obedient. Will follow commands even if it means certain death, follows orders only from high ranking officials, and contradicting orders could make the Combot malfunction.

Miscellaneous: The Combots are a jack of all trades with weaponry.

[MarshiestMallow]

Name: Heloise "Loise" Freestone
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Starsign: porcupine
Rank: second lieutanant
Armor: shadow plating
Medical and criminal history: numerous healed bones from breaks, and three scars along her side. No criminal.
Physical description: quite tall and thin, Heloise reaches exactly six foot, and appears to have a "willowly" look to her. She has dark brown hair that she keeps short, and bright green eyes that are always watching people. She does at times walk with a slight limp, usually when she forgets to hide that from people, and she has three long, jagged scars on her left side, around her back. She has a tanned complexion, and has a splattering of dark freckles across her cheeks and nose.

Goddess: Niesha, Goddess of light and dark, she represents the path one can take as a result of a decision, and is typically represented with scales in hands, as if showing the delicate balance between light and dark

Background: Heloise was born, the oldest of seven, to a weak willed mother and a somewhat abusive father. She grew up being responsible for her brothers and sisters, for when her mother died birthing the twins, her father figured that at 12, she was old enough to start taking that responsibility.

Her father started to become physically abusive, and Heloise took the blows to spare her younger siblings. For five years she lived this life, miserable, but wanting the best for her younger siblings. When her father came home one night, and fell asleep on the couch, Heloise saw an opportunity.

She gathered up her younger siblings, deciding that she would take them out for the night. When they came back, their home was on fire. Heloise watched gravely, refusing, for the moment, to feel as she turned to comfort the younger children.

From there, life looked better. Yes, she had to provide for her siblings more then ever, but she didn't have the constant fear that one day, he would turn his fists, and more, onto her brothers and sisters. She was able to focus more on herself, as they went into a loving family who was happy to foster them. Her grades at school went up, until she was nearly top of her class, and as soon as she could, she joined the military, because she wanted to be able to help others.
Three strengths:
1.she is a good, strategic thinking
2.she cares about those she leads and follows
3.she can do the things others would consider to "hard"

Three weaknesses:
1.her right foot is weaker then her left, and can cause her to limp
2.she can often be distant from others
3.shes scared of the dark

[BlackCat]

[Accepted]



Name: Gehenna Nilfheim "Henna" Übel
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Starsign: Dragon
Rank: Sergeant Major
Armor: Shadow Plating
Medical and Criminal History: No criminal record. Good health. Scars from before joining the military.
Physical Description: A woman of small stature, Henna has a small and petite frame, making her look younger. Her eyes are a brilliant red, a similar color to that of blood. She has scars but they are not visible.
Goddess/God: Heath, Goddess of flame, revenge, and sleep. Often depicted as a tall woman with fiery hair, and a red burning cloak.

Background: Henna had always been good at lying, shifting the blame to someone else. Almost all of her childhood she lied and shifter the blame from her to her older sister. As the years went on, Henna's sister kept taking the blows for Henna. And slowly she began to despise her own younger sister. She began to despise the manipulative, lying little 'thing' that was her sister.
And as the rage against Henna polled up inside her sister' s heart. Until it finally burst. Henna had shifted the blame for breaking her mother's small figurine onto her older sister. And that had been the straw that broke the camel's back. Henna's sister snapped. She grasped hold of a knife and attacked Henna. Their mother had managed to hold her back, but not before she had inflicted several scars upon Henna's chest.
After then Henna lied less, or at least got better and didn't shift the blame to a single person too often. And when she turned seventeen she decided to join the military. She didn't really have a reason at the time. But once she had groined she found that the military was suited pretty well for her. And since she joined five years ago, Henna has been in the military.

Three Strengths:
+ Fast
+ Agile and Flexible
+ Good at fixing weapons
Three Weaknesses:
- Little brute strength
- Short temper
- Slight fear of dark places

Miscellaneous: --