[CHAR] NCQuest: Smith's Rest

[LHG100]

NCQuest Codex

(Everything still in progress. Sorry!)

RULING COMPANIES

There are five major Ruling Companies.

The largest is Volkov Security .LTD. Volkov has an intensely grandoise naval fleet, and occupies the massive land of Russia, which, uniquely, has a sort of after-war ecosystem. However, the creatures that are a part of it are severely over-aggressive, likely due to the condition of the surface. As well, while the various fauna that inhabit it are 'stable', occasionally there are what can only be described as mutants roaming about, rumors say that they are failed genetic experiments.

In terms of military technology, Volkov-made designs are very good at what they do, yet can not be expected to do anything else at all with any efficiency. A Volkov interceptor can only be an interceptor. A Volkov defense NC can only be a defense NC, with minimal tactical overlap. Thus, if a Volkov taskforce is well-suited to the task, it will do so very quickly and effectively. If not, then they will be crushed.

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Denver-Vegas Solutions, tied with both Red Star and Paragon for second-largest corporation, is focused in the North Americas, in what used to be the United States and southern Canada. Of the Ruling Companies, they are actually quite technologically simple, but don't be fooled. While they may not have any energy weapons, prototype or not, their solid-shell weaponry is second-to-none. However, their more advanced technologies are a bit under-performing, even if they're quite reliable under fire.

On the field, Denver-Vegas values powerful artillery, and heavy armor. They can flatten an area and simply run over what's left, crushing their enemies underfoot. Or tank-track. The area they occupy is a lifeless desert, even compared to the other areas of the world. Indeed, they rarely have to even worry about sanitation or vermin, there's so little life. However, they have been lucky and have stumbled upon a number of reliable metal deposits, meaning that they assuredly have enough resources to construct so many tanks. However, this also means they will likely be fighting Volkov quite often when the corporate cold war goes hot. (Which it certainly will)

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Paragon, which controls a good portion of the rest of Europe, focuses on flashy, high-tech hardware. However, it's very common for them to release parts and designs that are honestly half-baked. Their thruster systems are commonly quite hot as well, meaning that they're extremely easy to lock onto with most missiles. However, all of the qualities of their NC parts (Flashy, high-tech, speedy, hot) makes them surprisingly good distraction units. If your job is to defend another valuable unit, perhaps a Paragon thruster array will make you a bigger target, but your mark a much lesser one?

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Situated in Japan, and surprisingly, a good amount of South America is Redstar. Redstar has a technological edge rivaling even Paragon, yet they are... eccentric. To them, long-range duty is a punishment, and their mediumly armoured, yet extremely quick designs are fully suited for very close range, melee combat. Indeed, they have the largest selection of melee NC parts by far, and their NC frame parts have extremely good mechanical systems.

Of course, all this comes at the cost of any long-range ability, their units simply don't have the targeting, sensor, or aiming systems to do long ranged combat at all. If you hate aiming anyway, perhaps these kindred spirits can help you improve your design?

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Finally, Fairbanks .LTD, the smallest 'Ruling Company', is only situated in what used to be Alaska and a tiny, tiny portion of Canada, which they fight with Denver-Vegas regularly over. The heavy fighting they constantly do with a much larger force makes them spent all the time, yet their designs are the only ones with absolutely no weaknesses, even if they don't have particular strengths. Their occasional gun-running for the other corporations (mostly the very minor ones) is the only thing keeping them afloat.

NC PARTS LIST

Frame/Mechanical Parts

Volkov

-None-

Denver-Vegas

B3-004 Frame Part Set. Low-cost, Medium Durability set. Easy-to-modify, 42,000 ICC

Red-Star

HSMS 'Kunai'. Set, suited for high speed. Rapid-Twitch motors pre-installed for melee. 46,000 ICC

Paragon

-None-

Fairbanks

FFS-081. Standard, decent across-the-board frame parts. Easy to use, no weaknesses. ICC 48,000

Minor Companies+Individuals

-None-

Internals+Boosters

Volkov

Denver-Vegas

Red-Star

Paragon

Fairbanks

Minor Companies+Individuals

Weaponry

Volkov

VEKW-01.65, a refinement of an early after-war NC weapon. Advanced railgun, features superb firepower and cost-effectiveness, but power consumption is a concern. the .65 model is dedicated to anti-armor work, and is thus slow firing with 10~ shots per minute max, but it can take out most non-NC targets in 3-6~ shots, max. 12,000 ICC. Can be mounted anywhere but the head.

VGKW-04.36, high-explosive fragmentation missiles, 360 degree blast radius, perfect against groups of soft targets, but is useless against armor. Can be mounted anywhere but the head. 8,000 ICC.

Denver-Vegas

Red-Star

Paragon

PPC-1.66, Paragon-made energy weapon, plasma caster. Effectively a medium-range (3,500~ meters) 'focused flamethrower', very high 'ammo capacity', but consumes power. 16,000 ICC

Fairbanks

FNCR-5, NC grade rifle, 120 Rounds Per Minute and is effective against all targets, with good accuracy up to 4,000 meters, and a variety of munitions available (Sold seperately). 14,000 ICC

Minor Companies+Individuals

'Gustav' CFR, a severely modified rifle made to fire effective anti-armor flechettes at high rates. Can make swiss-cheese out of any target, you just need enough bullets, and it can carry plenty. 11,000 ICC and made by renowned independent NC architect 'Gustav', who used to pilot NC's himself.

Miscellaneous Equipment

Volkov

Denver-Vegas

Red-Star

Paragon

Fairbanks

Minor Companies+Individuals

[M127]

Joe Verona

Name: Joe Verona
Nicknames: Joe-it-all

Background

Joe is the son of the mechanic Arin Verona, working in Smith's rest, which allowed Joe to get to see a few NCs in his life while his father was working on them. He also picked up a bunch of scientific knowledge regarding engineering from him.
An old but still post-cataclysm computer was a gift for his 13th birthday; it only had a commandline interface, although it was possible for it to display and generate images. Especially the lack of a graphical user interface paved the way for Joe to learn much about computing with his remainder of a child's ability to learn complex systems quickly, given sufficient interest.
About two years ago the financial situation of the family got really bad, so Arin decided to sell Joe's computer. Unfortunatly without consulting him first. The very same day Joe noticed and snapped, punching his father in the head during the rage which lasted only a few seconds before he regained control. The force of the punch was great enough to break his hand and permanently damage his father's brain. As a result of the damage, Arin's long-term memory is unable to store new memories, although previous memories from before that day remain unaffected.

Age: 26
Personality: Joe is usually the analytical type, using knowledge to his advantage. It is very hard to anger him, and if he is in a rage it only lasts for seconds, but during those seconds he is capable of anything, except staying calm and analytical.

Appearance

height: 1.79m
normal weight, although closer to underwheight than to overwheight
pale as a vampire

Tactical preference/skills:Joe isn't really cut out for combat, mostly because his tendency to overanalize his situation lowers his reaction-time significantly; in some situations 2 seconds pass before he can react. As such he usually prefers to be in safe locations during a battle, being rather involved in communications, tactics or cyber-warfare(taking remote control of an enemy unit and the like). He is not a great tactitian despite his analytical nature though
Other things of note: NERD!!!

NC sheet

Code-Name: Swarm

Appearance

Body-Plan: A general humanoid, although armored and handless. Where the hand would normally be is instead a currently unoccupied weapon or utility slot
Type/Quality: It acts as a ranged unit, taking out both grounded and airborn targets, preferably out of their range. Middling-low

Equipment

• The 22 missile launcher have a reload time of 40 seconds and it takes about 4 seconds to fire an entire volley of missiles.
• To ease targeting and target-prioritizing, the head is equipped if a more powerful radar, which can manually be focussed in any direction to increase its range in that direction a bit.
• The Swarm is equipped with 2 guidance systems:
  
  • A cruise missile controller for precise strikes with single missles
  • An IR-laser to aim at whatever a volley of heat-seekers shall target. The laser itself has not enough power to do any damage on its own

General Description: The Swarm Is a heavier, hunchbacked unit with an extreme focus on long range combat and defensive armaments. It features numerous long-range high mobility missile launchers, and it would have a high-powered plasma cannon in the waist, but that mount is currently unoccupied.
As well, the Swarm has an interesting backpack design suited for aerodynamics and in-atmosphere flight speed, effectively meaning that while it's slow as mollasses on the ground, its actually sort of fast in the air.
However, if the backpack was hit by a heavier weapon, due to speedy and shoddy construction, it does have a chance to damage the rest of the unit. Thus, the pilot should always point towards the enemy.

[Ladypug]

Pilot

Percy Moore

Nicknames:
Pierce (for no real reason other than calling him 'Purse' would sound weird)

Background:
He was born into a very average family in Smith's Rest, but his parents died soon after he moved out because of disease and the lack of medicine for the disease. He then met a rather nice woman named Laura who worked as a sort of 'mechanic', settled down and married, then had his daughter, Ana. Again, tragedy struck when his wife died in an accident when his daughter was maybe a few months old. He's a single father that would willingly walk through Hell and back if it meant his daughter would be safe.

He signed up to be a pilot because he was in need of the money for his daughter. He hesitated at first, not knowing what NCs really even were at that time. After reading the poster more thoroughly, he saw the promised money.. Call it greed if you'd like, but he saw it more as a way to ensure he and his daughter would live as comfortably as she's able in a post-apocalyptic world. Maybe even get a guard dog..

Age:
29, but he looks more like he's in his mid-30s.

Personality:
He's painfully shy, but once you get to know him and become friends, he's very laid back and calm... Most of the time, at least. He tends to exhibit mild paranoia, constantly looking out of the window to make sure nobody's peeking in, locking and relocking doors, etc. When he's stressed, he tends to overestimate the issue, panic, and even cry, sometimes. Eventually the stress gets to a point he's angry-crying, and that is not a pretty sight in the slightest... So he tries to avoid getting to that point.
As a pilot, he would eventually turn into very much a team player, after meeting his crew. He might take to the younger recruits more so than those his age, however.

Appearance:
With a mildly-above average physique and muscle toning, you could say he's somewhat attractive. He's also a redhead and has freckles all over his body. His hair is usually cut fairly short and he doesn't really care enough to style it, so it looks a little bit messy and shaggy. His eyes are gray-blue-ish and dark.

He's usually wearing something simple and comfortable, like a t-shirt and jeans, but he has a light tan colored button up for more formal situations, and a tacky green jacket for the cold of Alaska. He also wears two plain silver rings- the ring on his left was his wife's, the ring on his right is his own.

As a pilot, he would wear the uniform given - if there was a given uniform, that is. If there's not a given uniform, he would wear something that fit tightly but not uncomfortably, so then nothing gets caught on any electronics or switches.

Tactical Preferences:
He's flexible as long as it's discussed before going out into the mission.. as long as he's not too too close. He's more of a support than a front-liner. Sniping or just sticking close to the team using firearms is more his style.

Skills:
Out of the bot, he has a decent aim with his pistol. He's also very observant - his paranoia problem isn't all bad.

Other Things of Note:
He has a very strange skill - juggling objects. The most he can juggle is maybe 4 or 5.
He drinks, but he almost always regrets it afterwards - hangovers suck
He's actually embarrassed of his hair being red, and would probably blush if you mentioned it.
He's a dickhead when he's tired. Let sleeping Percys lie.

Text Color:
LightGray, or d3d3d3

Percy's NC

Codename:
Papa Mike


Appearance:
Standard Fairbanks-Model. Clunky and blocky. Metallic black paint with white accents. Might be a little dinged up, but he doesn't mind too much as long as it's functional.

Body-Plan:
Bipedal

Type/Quality:
It's designed to be semi-proficient at most tasks, but it's not perfect. The thrusters are a little bit messed up and are prone to frizzing out. Again, Percy doesn't mind it - he's not going to be doing a lot of hovering around. He'd only use the thrusters to dash away from enemy fire.

Equipment:
Stock neural computer, slightly damaged but still functional thrusters, and slightly above average generator.

Armaments:
Standard Fairbanks-Model rifle (50 rounds per magazine, mid-range)
Standard Fairbanks-Model laser blade (melee, standard white in color)
Small Standard Fairbanks-Model missile launcher on the back (3 missile burst, long-range)

General Description/Notes:
It's a very plain NC, not really meant for one specific job. Even if it's dinged up, it's still functional.. might be prone to a lock up mid-mission though.

Secondary Player Character

Ana Moore

Nicknames:
n/a

Background:
Being only seven, she hasn't exactly accomplished much. She knows that her mother is dead, but it doesn't exactly affect her much.. A mother figure would be nice to have, though, she wouldn't deny that. She does well in school, getting mostly As and Bs.

Age:
7

Personality:
More outgoing than her father is, but she has her bouts of shyness, much like everyone else. She's picking up some paranoid behaviors from her father, like checking her bedroom door lock, for example. She also has a tendency to daydream and wonder what life might have been like before Burrows, or colonies, or any of the war.. She imagines it was nice.

Appearance:
She's also freckled and has red hair which is cut short and with bangs so her hair isn't completely in the way. She took after her mother, having green eyes that are full of life and wonder. She's a little bit underweight, but not concerningly so. She has a very tiny, almost unnoticeable scar on her nose from hitting her face into a door-frame when she was little. She wears her father's old clothes from when he was her age and some worn-looking sneakers, but She has a cute striped white-and-pink sweater for the cold, and she has a slightly dingy purple dress and some simple black dress shoes she could wear for more formal situations.

Other Things of Note:
She's a bit clumsy and tends to trip over herself.
When she was five, she stole a box of crayons from school.. She said they were given to her. She was never found out and still has them.
She's very much a dog person. If there's any dogs in Smith's Rest, you can be certain she has pet them.

Text Color:
Violet, or ee82ee

Tertiary Character

Zach Young

Nicknames:
Jack (long story cut short - Percy's fucking deaf sometimes)

Background:
Was a close friend of Laura's (Percy's deceased wife) before she died. He's become the go-to guy for Percy to call when Ana needs to be babysat.

Age:
32, looks his age.

Personality:
Unlike Percy, he's not afraid to speak his mind, and he's much more laid back. He hates that Ana's caught some of her father's paranoid behaviors, and, in private, has made it very clear to Percy that he needs to prove there's nothing to be afraid of.

Appearance:
White male, not too muscular. Usually is sporting a goatee. Light blue eyes. Usually is wearing two long sleeved shirts with a brown coat - he does not like the cold of Alaska one. bit.

Other Things of Note:
none at the moment

Text Color:
IndianRed, or CD5C5C

[xenia]

[to be fixed]

[NuttsnBolts]

Madison Cole (Madi)

Appearance:
Madi has a young appearance considering she's in her early 20's with an appreciation for heavy, hard wearing clothing, the type that a factory worker would wear. She wears a large pair of boots that make a thumping sound when she walks; whether it's due to their size or if she's doing it on purpose is something that nobody really knows.

Personality:
Madi can come across as a fairly loud and an occasionally egotistical individual, often attempting to try and outshine those around her in one way or another. Deep down though she has fair bit of trust in her comrades, but at the same time a lack of trust for people in general.

On the battlefield Madi can be found with loud music playing within the cockpit of her NC and during a fight she will sometimes go a bit overboard, becoming too enthusiastic and emptying her ammo reserves long before her comrades. This attitude towards combat is what earned her the Code-Name of Mad-e.

Background:
Madi was born above ground in a small community but was left abandoned when her entire settlement was wiped out. She was only a small girl at the time and was discovered by a small group from the colony of Smith's Rest as she wandered the empty wasteland, sad and alone. They decided to take her back and placed her under the care of an engineer known as Duncan Brown. There she grew up for the next 17 years and learnt how to operate and use the different types of machinery that Duncan worked on.

Tactical Preferences/Skills:
Madison likes to focus on Long and Mid-Range combat, using the long range abilities of her NC only as a means to get in closer for some serious action. Her crazed attitude towards fighting can often lead to her pushing her NC to near breaking point.

#92278f

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Mad-e

Body Plan
The Mad-e is a 50 tonne humanoid mech with a set of attachment ports on the back that can be fitted with a quad set of VTOL engines (As seen on this image). For the time being it is a ground unit as the flight engines are currently being worked on in order to take the weight and strains that the Mad-e endures.

Type/Quality
Mad-e is, for the most part, a mid-range assault NC. It's main role is to clear out as much of the enemy forces it can while staying out of the way of the short range attackers.

It has heavy armour plating that helps protect the unit but this mostly a collection of metal plating that has been found around the colony and welded to the NC. Due to this fact many of the sheets that cover important componentry have weak points, cracks and ingrained rust that cannot be seen easily until the unit is out on the battlefield and in the thick of it. Adding to that, and thanks mostly to Madison's recklessness, the Mad-e's weapons will occasionally overheat and jam, leaving her vulnerable to counter attacks.

Equipment
- A quad set of VTOL engines that allow long distance flight and when overcharged, will allow a quick back dodge. (Currently being worked on)
- A smoke launcher that will disperse a cloud of roughly 100m diameter around the NC.
- A night vision and IR camera to help assist during smoky and dark situations.
- The targeting system uses line of sight to locate and identify the enemy. Madi then has to select each target and aim at them manually in order to take them down. (This also means that she will have to rely on her comrades for spotting any ambush attacks)

Armaments
- The main cannon on the shoulder can fire mortar warheads that explode mid air and rain down with individual grenades. The reload time on this cannon isn't very quick and the NC only has the storage for a few warheads.
- The right arm is equipped with a rotary gatling gun
- The left arm is equipped with slug cannon that will fire heavier rounds. It is a much slower weapon but packs a lot of punch.

General Description/Notes:
Until the VTOL system is complete, the Mad-e needs to be airlifted by another NC or aerial units to it's desired location.

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Duncan Brown

Appearance:
Duncan is a slender male in his mid to late 30s. He's often wearing ragged, torn clothes that are usually covered in grease and dirt.

Personality:
Duncan is a quiet man who is very reassuring and intelligent. He likes to view things from a far and will attempt to cool down any disagreements that happen around his vicinity. To add to this he is very caring, positive and easily approachable.

Background:
Duncan grew up in Smith's Rest and found a passion for engineering at a young age. He took to the toolbox like a duck to water and for over 25 years has been someone that can be relied on for repairing any of the equipment that has broken down in the area.

Back in his early 20's he was asked to take care of Madison and happily did so. He taught her a lot about the colony and what it meant to live within Smith's Rest. Nowadays he is her lead mechanic on her NC and is quite often repairing the machine that she so happily damages.

Notes:
Coffee Addict

#00a651

[Mcmolly]

Elizabeth Jackspar

Age
21

Appearance
A life dedicated to training has left Eli with a lean, athletic form. An albino, her skin is chalk-white, her long hair a similar color, and her eyes holding a glassy-blue hue. She has a hard gaze and straight posture, like a soldier constantly at attention. Despite this, she’s prone to wearing civilian clothes when things are quiet. Scarves strike her fancy, and she’ll often wear them high on her neck over her mouth, but she’s also prone to gloves and arm warmers.

Personality
Cold and dismissive to anyone that isn’t her superior, compliant and dutiful to all others with an underlying layer of competitiveness beneath everything. A quick, calculating mind and fast reflexes make Eli a good soldier and little else.
When she was in her late teens, Eli suffered a nervous breakdown that left her an anxious wreck. Not knowing how such an incident would affect her daughter’s future, her mother went to great lengths to keep it a secret. The girl recovered without assistance and seemingly returned to normal within a few months.

Background
There were a lot of people in Smith’s Rest when Eli was still but an idea in the minds of her parents. Her mother a hunter/gatherer, her father a simple key maker, the two of them got along well until their child was conceived. Three months into her pregnancy, Eli’s mother lost her husband in large fight, reportedly started over medicine.
Eli never felt the impact of her father’s death, but her mother suffered greatly. Not in the sense of sorrow –though she surely endured that as well– but rather she became incredibly strict. From Eli’s earliest memories her mother has been cold, but it could never have been said she didn’t care about her daughter. She taught Eli to survive in the harshness of Smith’s Rest, taught her to fight, taught her to know her environment and learn to analyze a situation.
What Eli did not receive in compassion, she was given twice-over in discipline, and by the time she was in her early teens the girl had a mind like a soldier. What small scraps she got into with other kids were quick and brutal, leading to a small string of incidents and an even smaller string of friends. Indeed, by the time she was a young woman, Eli had no peers to consider close, nor was she bothered by this fact. Fewer ties meant fewer distractions, something she still sees as important on the battlefield.

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Blur

Appearance

(Hidden for size)

:Body-Plan:
Blur is a humanoid, bipedal NC, designed to move and strike quickly. Its armor is lacking, but a myriad of thrusters allow not only for fast evasive maneuvers, but also for gap-closing on enemies.

:Type/Quality:
Blur is designed to be an up-close-and-personal NC, meant to close in on key targets before engaging in a mainly melee assault. In this, Blur excels, and should the enemy be unequipped for close-range combat, they may have trouble. However range is her crux, and while Blur is good at evading enemy fire, should one corner her from far enough away, there is little she can do to get out of the situation.
Though Eli would never admit it, Blur works best with, and sometimes even requires a team.

:Equipment:
-Sets of thrusters allowing for enhanced mobility and sustained flight.
-Flare caches for more difficult evasive maneuvers.
-Targeting system designed to track a single enemy and suggest/allocate NC power to close the distance in the quickest/most effective manner. Suggestions are automatic, control/execution is manual.

:Armaments:
-Standard NC beam swords. One held in the right hand, the other projecting from the top of the left wrist.
-Standard NC shotgun, highly dangerous at close range with an exponential decrease in effectiveness as range increases.
-Set of demolition charges sized for NC's. The charges are kept as two separate components that are combined individually in their storage to become armed as needed, so as to avoid detonation from trauma to the housing NC.

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Vera CS

Vera Voloshyna

Appearance
Vera looks about as any ten-year-old ought to. She’s short, her blonde hair equally so, and her eyes are vibrant, lively green. She’s taken to dressing like Eli in some cases, with scarves and hoodies and the like, and generally has smudges of dirt or oil on her face. One of her front teeth bears a chip to it.

Personality
Vera is both easily excitable and hard to bring down. The girl almost always has a smile on her face whether something fun is happening or not, and tends to be more on the gullible side. Growing up in Smith’s Rest however has made her somewhat shy around strangers, and she might hesitate before approaching someone, even if they appear friendly.

Background
Vera’s parents were at Smith’s Rest long before she was born, as refugees from the harsh cold of Russia. Her mother was a doctor, and as Vera understands it she helped Ms. Jackspar deliver her daughter not long after their arrival, and it wasn’t until more than a decade later that she herself was born.
Their families grew close, and Ms. Jackspar took on a completely different, warmer persona around the Voloshynas. When Vera was two, she spent much of her time being babysat by them, when she was five, she had managed to befriend Ms. Jackspar’s daughter, Elizabeth. When she was six, her parents vanished.
The family had received threats multiple times over the course of their stay from residents none too fond of the Russian Volkov Security. The Voloshyna’s tried in vain to explain they held no part in the company’s actions, but when at last the threats turned to violence, they had no choice. The letters never addressed their daughter, perhaps because she spent so much time with the Jackspars it was assumed she was just another daughter. Regardless, when Vera’s parents fled they took the opportunity to leave her in the care of their friend, who agreed without complaint nor protest.
The girl did the rest of her growing up around Elizabeth and her mother, and grew quite close to both. She did not receive the harsh training the other girl did, but Ms. Jackspar did teach her a few tricks to keeping well in the settlement.
Nowadays she tends to follow Eli around, though given the other girl’s busy schedule, she often meanders about the hangers and machine shops out of fascination.

Additional Notes
Though she learned English as a first language, she understands Russian from hearing and speaking it around her parents. As such, her spoken English does carry a faint accent, and at Eli and her mother’s behest, tries to avoid letting it slip in front of too many people.

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Celina CS

Celina Jackspar

Appearance
Celina is tall and lean, much like her daughter. Her skin bears the tan of someone constantly at work, and her dark hair falls straight past her shoulders. Though she generally wears a fairly standard expression, it might be hard to match gazes with her should she turn a cold eye.

Personality
Once a cautious yet happy individual, now Celina is focused on one thing and one thing only, making sure neither herself nor her daughter suffers the same fate as her husband. She’s respectful and not openly aggressive to anyone, but it’s hard to get many words or any sympathy from her.
That being said, beneath everything she’s proud of her daughter’s accomplishments, and it doesn’t take much to see that she cares deeply for her.

Background
A hunter in both youth and adulthood, Celina grew up in Smith’s Rest. She saw its hardships age with her, and like her they only grew harsher. Now she still hunts, but most of her time is spent training her daughter, or caring after Vera.

[Voltus_Ventus]

Jingo Strange

Name: John "Jingo" Strange

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Appearance:

Jingo stands at 6'6", straddling the the border between tall and freakishly tall, he has a long arm and legs (his left arm missing just under the elbow), with wide sloping shoulders. His body is enmeshed in a layer of muscle, he's not a beast but he is lean and the lines and creases of his muscles are well defined. He has fair skin, crisscrossed with scars small and large a like, notably his tattered left ear and his missing left cheek, leaving his teeth and gums exposed to the air. Jingo has a fairly angular head, with a straight jaw and a thin imperial nose, he has shallow seek bones and a tall forehead with worry lines permanently furrowed into them. His eyes are set pleasantly apart, wide and full with large irises; the right eye is grey and has a very dark, defined pupil, the left one is a dull, watery blue. He has a thick shag of hair on top of his head, the color of hay and almost as course, the hair on his scalp is thicker then the hair on the sides of his head, but not by much; he has the remnants of a rough beard running down his right cheek (hiding the on set of wrinkles) and forming a goatee around his lips, though stopping on the left side because of the skin missing from his face.

When not in combat, Jingo wears an off white sleeveless shirt, now a light grey after years of wearing; on his legs he wears a pair of loose, green cargo pants, speckled with spots of paint and general dirt; on his feet he wears leather sandals and atop his head he wears a red cap. On the stump of his left arm he wears a prosthetic arm, made of yellowed plastic with a small, hook shaped set of pincers at the bottom, he controls the pincers easily enough due to a cable attached to a surviving tendon; on the left side of his torso, front and back, a black sheet of rubber is stretched over his ribs and is held in with medical staples, this is to protect exposed muscle and ribs and he can not take it off. When in combat, he wears the same cargo pants and shirt but a pair of of boots instead of sandals, with thick woolen thermals underneath everything as it gets very cold in the cockpit of his NC. He wears a tarnished pair of dog tags around his neck, with words stamped into it in a long dead language called Anglish.

Personality: Warm and chirpy, Jingo is an overly loud individual with very few layers to him, he enjoys good company and is good to the company he keeps, loving to joke, play around and generally cause good mannered mayhem. He is fond of bantering and often enjoy's having conversations with people, though being oblivious whether they want him around or not. He is not very perceptive, which is ironic because his role is as a scout, meaning he finds it hard to read people, this makes him overly trusting to people who he thinks are good; outside of that sense however he is very perceptive but around "Civilized" folk who live in owns, he assumes they are all family innocent, him himself having very black and white morals. Though he seems overtly positive all the time, he is prone to frustration and heated bouts of cursing at people; he also has a daydreamy, lost in his own thoughts part of him, though he usually drops out of these when there are people around.

Background:

Jingo was born in a settlement quite far from Smith's Rest, it was called Falcon Reach, a semi subterranean community built into the side of a white limestone cliff, using the natural tunnels and caves as dwelling. Falcon Reach overlooked a massive salt bed, the dried remains of what was once a sea sprawled out all along it, dotted with the rusting husks of stranded boats and ships. His mother was a miner, along with most of the town, she was a small, asthmatic, eighteen year old girl; his father was a Falconer, one of Falcon Reach's elite. They met by sheer coincidence, when one of his Falcon's flew down the mines and his mother brought it back up, soon afterwards they got married, it didn't take long for the pair to fall in love and they quickly got married upon finding that she was pregnant. Seven months later, out popped a pair of twins, Jingo and his sister Lisa, both pursued different paths, Lisa became a Falconer like her father and Jingo became a miner like his mother. He rose to heights as a miner, showing skills in using heavy machinery; he was eventually promoted to pilot a mining NC, he was good at it too.

One day he was minding his own business, carving away a rock face in his NC, it was a normal day just like any other, too bad it didn't pan out as usual. High above him, blasting was taking place, this was normal, the stones were meant to fall in to the tunnel as opposed to out and down the cliff side but it did. A large boulder fell from the blasting site, launched outwards by the blast just far enough for it to path with Jingo, he saw it fall, he made a move but he was too slow. The left side of the NC was crushed by the immense weight of the falling lump of stone, sending it rag dolling into the floor; inside, Jingo was screaming in agony, the left side of his craft having collapsed inwards and crushing him against his seat. The boulder was lifted off after fifteen minutes, by this pint he had passed out from the pain and lack of oxygen, they had to cut him out as the hatch had been crumpled shut by the force of the falling rock. His injuries were far beyond the healing capabilities of the doctor's of Falcon Reach, so they loaded him into a helicopter and flew him to the nearest place with good medical facilities.

At the time, the best place on the surface to get treatment in Falcon Reach's area was Smith's Rest. Unlike the now it was a thriving town and where there was a thriving town, there were doctors that were more then happy to make a buck off of sick people. Jingo was in hospital for weeks, his arm was completely ruined, that had to come off; the pieces of the left side of his skull had to be reassembled and held in place with pins and all the skin on the left of his torso had to be removed to rebuild his ribs. Throughout this, the doctor's were charging outrageous prices for their services and before long, his father had sold everything he had to pay the up keep. Eventually the family had to give Jingo to the doctor, as a kind of indentured servant, he worked under the doctor as a lackey, sweeping the floors and carrying boxes. After a few years of this, the doctor left, Smith's Rest was in decline and no one could pay for his services, so he took his accumulated wealth and moved into an underground metropolis. However the doctor wasn't completely horrible to Jingo, for years of free work he left Jingo an old auto-shop in the corner of town. He stayed in Smith's rest, not having enough money to get back to Falcon Reach, eventually he integrated, dropping his thick sea accent and getting use to the cold winters.

Tactical Preferences/Skills:

Jingo prefers either to not get into the fight at all or get all in, he tends to act as a scout, going ahead and relaying information back to the team on what he's found out. His preference is to fight against infantry, medium armor if he really has to but will go out of his way to not face off against anything heavy. He moves fast and tries to make himself hard to hit, taking shots if and when he can but never standing still to do so, preferring to fight just within the range of his guns when it comes to other armor or right in if he is dealing with infantry.

Additional Notes:

The Wessex

Code-Name: The Wessex

Appearance: The Wessex

Body-Plan/Description: When stood in it's standby stance, The Wessex stands at around ten meters (Thirty-Three feet) high, with the main body suspended by two pneumatic driven legs, Seven and a Half meters above the ground (Twenty-Four feet and nine inches). As mentioned prior, Wessex is bipedal, though not standing upright the way a human would but appearing to have more of a crouched stance that is common of older model NCs. The main body is made of a Tungsten Steel, with the thickest segment being the front of the command pod at Fifty millimeters (Two inches), followed by the flanks at Twenty-Five millimeters (One inch), and thinest parts being the top and rear at Twelve and a Half millimeters (Half an inch), excellent against small arms, anti-material rifles and small explosives but susceptible to artillery, shoulder fired rockets, prolonged heavy machine-gun fire and high explosives. On either side of the main pod, there is a duel, anti-aircraft Fifteen millimeter cannon arrangement, acting as the arms of the NC, they are just lovely against light/medium armor, personnel and aircraft.

Type/Quality: Compared to other NC's, the Wessex is a rather discreet, quiet machine, that doesn't attract much attention to itself, it has a very long range due to it's light construction and a top running speed of Sixty miles per hour, with an optimum cruising speed of Thirty. Due to the powerful piston arrangements in the legs, the Wessex has the ability to jump Fifteen meters (Fifty feet) and land safely, due to it's radial shock absorbers and independent tread pads. These things taken into account, it makes an excellent scouting platform and light support unit. The Wessex is old but reliable, like most old things, it won't ever fail Jingo but it still has some things that are rather annoying, like how the coolant housing is open to the cockpit and makes the space freezing cold, or how it is very difficult to shoot whilst running.

Equipment:
- Rhythmic Emission Detector: An onboard system that casts a kind of ultrasonic bubble a large area around The Wessex, the computer detects fluctuations and disturbances in the bubble and displays them on the layered display. This allows the Wessex to detect distant heart beats and engines, using a database to interpret the vibrations and narrow down what they could be, filtering out things like animals, wind and running water.
- High Gain Band Scanner: A radio signal scanner that goes through all available bands and pin points any readable ones, though it does this with relative ease, it doesn't have any means of interpreting the data, leaving the pilot to do so by giving him the list of readable signals. It doesn't read cyphers or decrypts enigmas, that is left for the pilot to do, it can only be used when the NC is stationary.
- Albin-Coxwell HD Film Auto-Cam: A high definition camera with a sixty times optical zoom, the images are stored on highly flammable reels of films stored in the cockpit, the gathered intelligence can be transmitted to other NCs but an antenna has to be raised and can only be raised when stationary.
- Albin-Coxwell Flying Camsmitter: Fired from a hatch on the top of the NC, it is a rocket propelled cylinder with a camera in it, gathering aerial, birds eye view images of the land below, the transmitter has a one mile range but the images aren't as high definition as the Auto-Cam's. The image is viewed as a constant stream by The Wessex and then stored on a magnetic tape wheel, only one stream of images can be stored per wheel.

Armaments:
- 2x Dual 15mm Anti-Aircraft Cannons

Notes: Many of the parts are a bit old technologically and can easily be out preformed, but he chose them for reliability and low maintenance, which are both important when going on long excursions. Things like the Thermionic Spark Engine (Doesn't produce enough energy to power everything at once but can power things individually for a long time) or the B-55 Series Neural Bridge (Very sparse programming, meaning most things have to be done out of the link), relatively old pieces of techs but not prone to failing or glitching.

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Jin

Name:Jin

Appearance: Stands 5"9 while weighing 160lbs having some build. Typically wears a t-shirt followed by blue jeans and black and white sneakers. Eyes are a dark blue matched up with thin lips and cheek bones present but not completely showing. His hair is a short but shaggy, filthy blonde, literally as his hair is guaranteed to have grease in it.

Personality:Doesn't communicate well which was inherited by his spacey attitude. Jin carries enough manners to seem polite but in contrast is has a ruthless honesty unshelling the stubbornness which he upholds regardless of situation. Observant, generally curious but not enough to put himself in harm's way.

Background: Truly a basic scrap gather pulling his sister along. Not necessarily orphans but due to the separation from their parents Jin took the responsibility of his sister to heart. To dismantle their quiet life style was the discovery of a storage facility barely intact but still sparing the cargo within. After the discovery of the NC the action of finding a use was the present process due to a lack of communication on Jin's part.

Tactical Preferences/Skills: Depth perception, the sense of distance between two objects or one's self. If possible the preferred distance between 4500 meters and 100 to target or group. Depending on external attachment of NC range preference may increase or decrease.

Additional Notes: Enjoys the causal work of fixing his NC's parts or reading books to his sister, of course when he can find them.

Destiny

Name:Destiny

Appearance: A baggy coat going down to her ankles. She stands only 4"3 while wearing sandals to follow her rolled up pant legs. Her hair is also blonde like Jin's

practically being a smaller female version of him.
Personality: Bipolar. One second Destiny can be the sweetest girl and instantly can switch to bitch mode. If there was triggers Jin wouldn't really know.

Background:(Looks at Jin's because they are no part were separate, in the case where they knew where the other was.

Additional Notes:Literally hates bald people for reasons unknown to her brother.

NC

Code-Name: Dancing Coyote

Appearance: Stands approximately 20 feet while standing. Looks like a giant metal wolf. The right eye is shielded by a door mechanism which allows the cover plate return within the facial structure. With the jaw opening in place of a throat a large crystal reflector exists. The tail in comparison to the general body color is grey rather then the darker, slightly black shine of its 'scruff', and back look of layered lightweight plates.

Body-Plan: Its body structure allows smooth terrain traversal while also enabling easy use of the NC's Long range capabilities. In short it enables the NC to travel quickly and leave compromised positions to resume fire elsewhere.Type/Quality: Medium, Generally purposed for a mobile sniper. Has the capability to use artillery or missile systems but sacrifices speed to do.

Equipment: Non-bipedal Neural system. Hydrogen based thrusters connected to gas filter which is located on the throat. Thermal generator also functioning from hydrogen. Backup heat thrusters for basic movement functions. High capacity battery system inside the chest unit near the driver. In the jaw the Crystal reflector, a laser system which uses drives for practical purpose typically has a magnetic long distance pull and, a secondary for basic ranged combat currently including a plasma laser.

Armaments: A Large detachable rail gun which connects to the adaptable weapon system on the NC's hip. Small shoulder mounted 75. Machine gun. Resting in the shoulder joints are anti air missiles which aren't deployed when using another weapon.

General Description/Notes: An NC based for support or 'Single-target' missions. The armor is capable of taking a solid blow being a mix between depleted uranium and titanium alloy structure, but it's not recommended to be in direct combat due to its lack of close range capabilities and non bipedal design preventing quick pivotal turning.