Endymion: Symphony of Echoes (Casual-Low Adv. Sci-Fi Squad-based Horror RP with an NRP twist!) [More forces need]

[Karos]

@ClocktowerEchos Awesome will do.

[WilsonTurner]

Hehehehe, I like this insult the GM rule :D

[RomanAria]

That moment when you're trying to calculate your planet's escape velocity and then realize you effed up your units and then realize that you're putting way too much thought into it.

[WilsonTurner]

Me and @RomanAria are so popular.

[LHG100]

Alright, my body is ready. I know I said I'd edit in my CS to that previous post, but forget it.

Neo-Hominid Commonwealth, Info;

Outside this story, who are they?

The Neo-Hominid Commonwealth are a 'people' of human/humanoid descendants who have decided to leave the rest of the galaxy alone for the most part, and live in the asteroid-rich eastern outskirts of the galaxy, simply not content to live on most planets anymore. A few years ago, they have developed A.I. and brain-uploading technologies, and a surprisingly large portion of their population are now computerized consciousnesses living in a partition of 'GalNetSpace'. While they were very isolated for a good few centuries, they decided to at least check up on how the rest of the galactic community was doing and re-joined the galactic senate.

In addition, many of the Computerized Consciousnesses (as they're commonly known in NHC) joined various programs with the onset of their A.I. development, and many "Comp-Cons", such as their current political leader, desire to prove that cybernetic or fully robotic individuals deserve equal rights as 'normals' all over the galaxy. On the tech side of things, the development of A.I. has spawned many technological breakthroughs in just a few months, and now they're quite advanced. However, it appeared to be a 'growth spurt' of development, and currently their rate of advancement has stabilized to a more standard pace.

For the record, the NHC has access to (for example), crystal-based computer data storage, Cheap and portable FTL communications, rail and coil based weapon systems, fusion, (prototype) antimatter based explosives, and very-high-durability, low-weight alloys. Thus, compared to the standard GalSen trooper, an NHC 'Combat Platform' never forgets, can think at the speed of light, only needs replacement parts to be maintained, and can stay in enemy territory for very long periods of time, while being difficult to fully kill. In addition, just because you killed the body, it doesn't mean you killed the sentience.

However, for obvious reasons, the still-flesh soldiers do still need to worry about getting shot at. People are supposed to die when they are killed, after all.

Rule 10: also ur a fgt

GalSen Assistant Taskforce #03

Name: NHC Galactic Senate Assistant Taskforce #03
Origins: They stem from the Neo-Hominid Collective, a society of humans (and humanoids) who have recently experienced a singularity.
Colors: The NHC-GSAT03 use a combination of blue and white, alongside red and olive drab.
Total Size: 14, with eight 'fleshies', and six 'Comp-Cons', two of which are brain-uploaded humans.
Notable Traditions/Cultural info: The people of the NHC are still struggling themselves with all of the recent tech and sociological development, and many of its' members are stressed out for non-military reasons.
Specialization: Very difficult to kill.

Fleshy Grunt

Appearance:

Large Image

Skill: With the advent of brain-uploading, the opposite is also possible, meaning that soldiers can learn all the skills required in a very short time. This means that they're quite skilled, if they have little 'actual' experience.

Numbers: 5, Jenkins, Romeo, Sasha, Nagase, and Larry.

Equipment: They have a standard NHC 'Ship-use Rifle 1.36', a rail-gun based weapon with an emphasis on accuracy, and ease-of-control while firing, alongside a similarly specialized pistol. They also have small 'Astro-packs' to allow some maneuverability in zero-G environments. Finally, their well-armored suit is made out of very durable scaled ceramic circles, Adamantium plates, and an improved Kevlar-like polymer. It also has some strength-assistance, so the wearer is tired out less easily, and in emergencies can inject certain drugs, such as strength enhancers and rejuvenants.

Description: Jenkins, Romeo, Sasha, Nagase, and Larry are pulled from various areas in the NHC, including anti-terrorism organizations, anti-riot police, and Planetary Defense Unit personnel.

Tin-Can Grunt

Appearance:

Large Image

Skill: Being fully computerized, the Battle-Platforms of NHC-GSAT03 can 'download' even more information, and, even though they also aren't too 'real experienced', they can simply think a lot faster and more focused; It definitely counts for something.

Numbers: 4, Arkli, Donovan, Janwall, and Ingrid.

Equipment: For weapons, the Battle-platforms of NHC-GSAT03 are quite well-armed, with heavier variations of the 1.36 Ship-Use Rifle, called the 1.37M Ship-Use LMG. Each bullet of the 1.37M is larger, and is fired at a somewhat quicker pace. Fortunately, they still have superb accuracy, and the tough killer-robots carrying them have little to worry about on the recoil side. They also have the same pistol as their human counterparts, modified to be stowed inside both of their arms in case the 1.37M is overheated (which is a rare occurrence) or otherwise inoperable. Their bodies are made out of a strong mesh of muscle-like fibers, Adamantium plating 40% thicker then their human counterparts, the same proportion of Kevlar-like padding, and well-armored Hydraulic systems providing 'quick-twitch' force in their legs and arms. They may not gib you or anything, but you definitely don't want to get punched by these guys, or kicked, for that matter. While they have special anti-hacking software installed and are very difficult to connect to in the first place, hacking is still a possibility, however slight. Of course, the people in these things are going to be very mad at whoever's trying to hack them, and will try to counter-attack personally. Finally, they have the same astro-pack as the standard grunts.

Description: The standard 'Spacecraft-use Sentience Battle-Platform 4.22' of the NHC is 6 and a half feet tall, very difficult to kill, and can break open bulkheads with its' bare hands, even if it may take a while for the larger ones. As the 'normal' people of the NHC are still getting used to their metallic counterparts, infighting is a possibility if things go wrong. Finally, the bodies are somewhat modular, and have plenty of extra storage space. If needed, in the event one of their members are 'killed', they can 'hop' to another of the bodies, and they can use what's left of its' body for spare parts, or on-site modifications.

Important Character Info:
Total: 5, 3 human, 2 robot characters.

Captain Jonas Foulke

Appearance: Foulke wears the standard soldiers' uniform underneath his armor, and is a dashing young specimen with duller red hair and a certain look in his eye, ready for anything the world throws at him. His Officer's Suit helmet has additional 'eyes' and an antenna to distinguish him when he's ordering around his grunts.

Age: 28

Rank: Squad-Captain, Title: Lady-Killer

Equipment: He has all the standard grunt equipment, but with certain improvements across the board. His SUR-1.36 is equipped with longer rails for improved damage potential, his 1.36P, the same, alongside two more rounds in the magazine, and he has the 7.21O Space-Use Infantry Suit, the standard, but equipped with additional sensors (alongside a wider variety), additional armor on the joints, and 2 emergency use 'Spiker' grenades, special gizmos that fire out many small flechettes in 2 seconds, uplinked to his helmet's HUD so he can designate where they should focus, such as hostile targets.

Personality: Foulke is a reasonably friendly, calm guy off-the-job who loves the opposite sex, but on duty he turns (somewhat) more serious, and has a pretty clean, successful service record in his 6 years of service. He eventually wants to get higher-up on the totem pole, but with more and more 'super-computer' style A.I.'s looking for that same position, he's pretty worried about his goals. He's a pretty smart guy, and the biggest reason he decided to sign up for helping out GalSen was that it would look even better on his record.

In essence, when you need someone to do something, he's one of the first people you should go to. Although, his biggest weaknesses are greed, lust, and jealousy.

Bio: Born to flesh-and-blood parents on an urban-sprawl of a moon, he decided he'd join the military and make a difference in the galaxy at the age of 16, and had his sights on being the biggest military cheese in the known universe since. He was quite successful in his higher-level education, and was a somewhat of a "Drill Sergeants' pet" when training to be an officer, as he was very obedient and nearly knew what they were gonna say before they said it.

Lieutenant Captain Lenard Newton

Appearance: Newton inhabits an 'Officer-type Space-use Battle-Platform 4.22O', an improved model with thicker still armor and padding around vital areas, and more space-efficient motor systems, allowing more processors and weapon-related free space to be available. He has five sensor eyes, and two shoulder-antenna.

Age: 34

Rank: Lieutenant Captain

Equipment: As aforementioned, the 4.22O model of Battle-Platform has more space efficient (But more expensive) motor systems installed, and additional armor, allowing for more free internal space to be filled up with processors and weapon-related systems, like additional ammunition, throwables, miscellaneous items, and longer rails for the 4.22's internally-mounted arm pistols, giving them more punch. In addition, his 1.37M is the officers' variant, giving it an additional barrel for even faster firing, and twice the amount of rails, each also 10% longer. This, obviously, gives each bullet a huge increase in accuracy, even more fire-rate (as they exit the barrel faster), and power. However, for obvious reasons, it chews through ammo at a severe pace, and overheating is an actual possibility, unlike with the standard model. It's more of a 'Turn this thing into swiss cheese immediately' weapon then a 'suppress these targets for the other guys to kill' one. In addition, his left arm's pistol has been uniquely replaced with a large-gauge rail-gun, able to fire 'Spiker' grenades (Which he has three available), or 2 sensor units for recon purposes. Finally, he has three additional 'eyes', making five in a pentagon formation, and two shoulder-mounted antenna.

Personality: Newton is a constantly annoyed fellow who keeps on getting into trouble, and is very headstrong, which has turned his ambitions to be a general into a nearly impossible dream. He secretly loathes his superiors, and waits for the day they die so he can replace them. He isn't at the point where he'd fire the shot himself though... yet. Of course, while he seems to be an angry bull of a bloke, that doesn't necessarily mean he's a complete idiot, which he isn't.

Bio: Born with a unique bone-shattering condition, he was confined into a wheelchair for most of his 'fleshed' life, and was always lumped in with other 'useless' individuals. In his teenage years, in a rage (And after managing to get into his parents' liquor cabinet) he angered and saddened one of his very few friends to the point she attempted suicide, which is one of the things he regrets from those years. Deciding to turn his life the other way (if only a little), he was one of the first people to sign up for his brain to be put into a robotic shell, and a few months later, for his mind to be turned into bits and pieces of code. He eventually wanted to get into the military and miraculously passed, although some say he only got in due to bribes.

Mechanical Specialist Maxwell Holtz

Appearance: Holtz is a somewhat sloppy chap who barely meets the minimum height requirement for the squishy side of the NHC footsoldiers, and every uniform he's been issued (Such as his current one) has been either one size too small, or one size too large. It's currently the latter.

Age: 30

Rank: Specialist, Engineer.

Equipment: wearing the 7.21E Space-Use Infantry Suit, or the 'Engie-suit', his suits' left arm is covered with a variety of tools, such as cutting laser, an explosive gel sprayer, a construction foam sprayer, an emergency CQC diamond-tipped piston, and many other implements. His suit also has more stowage space compared to the average soldiers', which he uses to store one 'Spiker' grenade, spare SUR-1.36 and SUR-1.37 parts, and components for a modular sentry-gun which can be mounted with either a SUR-1.36 or a larger cutting laser, for when his arm-mounted one can't do the job.

Personality: Holtz is a quiet, laid-back and somewhat passive fellow who always loves to tinker with things, and hates talking to people. He never really felt at home in any crowd or clique, and he feels more emotions for his gun then his fellow man. He isn't completely heartless though, while he only has one friend (Keneth), he respects him very much. When his duty in the corps is over, he wants to go back to his plot to rule the computer industry of the NHC.

Bio: Actually born on the same moon as Foulke, he was orphaned at a young age and grew up with a large, extended foster family, where he was also the black-sheep. He wasn't picked on, but they actually forgot a few birthdays of his, which he's still very bitter about. He payed for himself for the first few years by clawing his way up through the computer-tech ladder, and if he didn't quit to join the military for the rush (and 'the bitches'), he'd probably be one of the chairmen of a big-shot computer company by now.

Weapon Specialist Stanton Mattix

Appearance: Using the 4.22W model, or Weapons Specialist Battle-Platform, he has a bulkier body type with the same space-saving type of motor system that the Officer version uses.

Age: 31

Rank: Specialist, Heavy Armaments

Equipment: Stanton uses a severely modified 1.37M, re-christened the 2.33W. Changed to be held 'like a chainsaw' instead of the standard shoulder-grip, and featuring a gun-mounted shield, its a very useful tool in close quarters, considering it also has a bayonet, and has a sensor array linked to Stantons' HUD. It has access to many different ammo types, and with its' variable settings, can be used in different ways. For example, it can mount canisters of plasma instead of small physical bullets, so it can operate as a flamethrower. In addition, if puncturing large amounts of holes in the stations' hull isn't an issue, it can fire shotgun shells too. As aforementioned, his Weapons-Specialist body is a bulkier variation of the standard with additional internal space through a similar trick as the Officer variant, except with more focus on storing ammo. He also carries extra ammo for the rest of the squad.

Personality: Even using hardware that can think faster then a brain ever could, he simply doesn't use it all that much. He's always been a bit dim, but he's a friendly fellow at heart, and loves his 'Bros'. He's also very good with kids, surprisingly. Although it really interferes with his job (For obvious reasons), he's somewhat geeked out by actual blood, which the others take in stride for the most part.

History: Alongside his brother Keneth, they grew up on a nice primarily agricultural world, on their parents' farm, but they tired of that life and moved to an industrial city on the same planet. They lived in peace for the next four years working at a factory, but Stanton got involved in an industrial accident, and was forced to be 'Computerized' to stay alive, which put Keneth deep into debt. While it was alien, Stanton was determined to work hard in 'cyberspace' to help out his brother's financial situation (Which he put him into), until eventually deciding he'd go back into the real world, in the military. Keneth, hearing of this, decided to join up too, to make sure his brother wasn't alone out there, and they've been at it ever since.

Stealth Specialist Keneth Mattix

Appearance: Keneth is a somewhat shorter fellow who's usually hard to see, as he's nearly always sneaking around or hiding behind someone else, usually his older brother. He has blonde hair and brown eyes.

Age: 27

Rank: Specialist, Infiltration.

Equipment: His combat uniform, the 7.21I Space-Use Infiltration Suit, is thinner and less armored then the standard model, with tiny holographic projectors all around its' exterior. With extra padding to soundproof, and 360 degrees of high-quality, zoomable sight, he's gonna be pretty hard to see, and he'll definitely see you first. His rifle and pistol, the I variants of each, are modified to use absolutely zero propellant instead of the (already very small) amounts of the standard model. To help maintain the same amount of muzzle velocity, they have an additional barrel each and more powerful capacitors. While they still make a noise, its' much less noticeable, and muzzle flash is zero. Finally, he has a small mono-molecular blade specialized in CQC, the design, in trials, has been shown to be able to cut through most armored enemies in one, to two swipes in the same area.

Personality: Somewhat shy and dodgey, he's a decent fellow overall who always sticks to his principles and personal code of honor, even if it is a bit lax as a stealth specialist. While he isn't very good at conversation, he feels a great rush when he's stalking enemies, or feels as if he's being hunted himself. He knows that isn't normal at all, nor healthy, but he's not going to deal with it any time soon. Due to mutual understanding (at least on some levels), he's pretty good friends with Holtz.

Bio: Alongside his brother Stanton, they grew up on a nice primarily agricultural world, on their parents' farm, but they tired of that life and moved to an industrial city on the same planet. They lived in peace for the next four years working at a factory, but Stanton got involved in an industrial accident, and was forced to be 'Computerized' to stay alive, which put Keneth deep into debt. Keneth, his own minimal social life failing, and feeling as if he's never going to be able to pay off his debts, looked for a different meaning in life instead of toiling at some workshop. When Stanton told him he was going into the military, he decided to follow suit. He found this to his liking.

I hope that's fine, if you disagree with anything, just tell me fam. And yeah... it's a lot longer then I thought it was gonna be too, lmao.

Edit: Also, other non-GMy peeps, could I have your guys' opinions too? Might as well.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@LHG100

Out side of some personal formatting issues I have, it seems good (you don't have to change anything btw, just me being wierd). I'm going to admit tho that I didn't really think you'd bring 5 "hero" characters, I was thinking most people would do 1 to 3 XD

[LHG100]

Well I'm from U.S.A, and characters are always welcome.

Ba-dum-tsh

I can't wait to see what other people think up, this gun be gud.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Alright, I have my own stuff on the OP as the example CS. Also added bit about the HMG Dawnlight Spirit (the transport ship).

To those who've been with me in other NRPs (or stalk my character storage), you'll find that parts of it is more or less directly C&P'd over.

[Eisenhorn]

Alright, my body is ready. I know I said I'd edit in my CS to that previous post, but forget it.

Neo-Hominid Commonwealth, Info;

Outside this story, who are they?

The Neo-Hominid Commonwealth are a 'people' of human/humanoid descendants who have decided to leave the rest of the galaxy alone for the most part, and live in the asteroid-rich eastern outskirts of the galaxy, simply not content to live on most planets anymore. A few years ago, they have developed A.I. and brain-uploading technologies, and a surprisingly large portion of their population are now computerized consciousnesses living in a partition of 'GalNetSpace'. While they were very isolated for a good few centuries, they decided to at least check up on how the rest of the galactic community was doing and re-joined the galactic senate.

In addition, many of the Computerized Consciousnesses (as they're commonly known in NHC) joined various programs with the onset of their A.I. development, and many "Comp-Cons", such as their current political leader, desire to prove that cybernetic or fully robotic individuals deserve equal rights as 'normals' all over the galaxy. On the tech side of things, the development of A.I. has spawned many technological breakthroughs in just a few months, and now they're quite advanced. However, it appeared to be a 'growth spurt' of development, and currently their rate of advancement has stabilized to a more standard pace.

For the record, the NHC has access to (for example), crystal-based computer data storage, Cheap and portable FTL communications, rail and coil based weapon systems, fusion, (prototype) antimatter based explosives, and very-high-durability, low-weight alloys. Thus, compared to the standard GalSen trooper, an NHC 'Combat Platform' never forgets, can think at the speed of light, only needs replacement parts to be maintained, and can stay in enemy territory for very long periods of time, while being difficult to fully kill. In addition, just because you killed the body, it doesn't mean you killed the sentience.

However, for obvious reasons, the still-flesh soldiers do still need to worry about getting shot at. People are supposed to die when they are killed, after all.

Rule 10: also ur a fgt

GalSen Assistant Taskforce #03

Name: NHC Galactic Senate Assistant Taskforce #03
Origins: They stem from the Neo-Hominid Collective, a society of humans (and humanoids) who have recently experienced a singularity.
Colors: The NHC-GSAT03 use a combination of blue and white, alongside red and olive drab.
Total Size: 14, with eight 'fleshies', and six 'Comp-Cons', two of which are brain-uploaded humans.
Notable Traditions/Cultural info: The people of the NHC are still struggling themselves with all of the recent tech and sociological development, and many of its' members are stressed out for non-military reasons.
Specialization: Very difficult to kill.

Fleshy Grunt

Appearance:

Large Image

Skill: With the advent of brain-uploading, the opposite is also possible, meaning that soldiers can learn all the skills required in a very short time. This means that they're quite skilled, if they have little 'actual' experience.

Numbers: 5, Jenkins, Romeo, Sasha, Nagase, and Larry.

Equipment: They have a standard NHC 'Ship-use Rifle 1.36', a rail-gun based weapon with an emphasis on accuracy, and ease-of-control while firing, alongside a similarly specialized pistol. They also have small 'Astro-packs' to allow some maneuverability in zero-G environments. Finally, their well-armored suit is made out of very durable scaled ceramic circles, Adamantium plates, and an improved Kevlar-like polymer. It also has some strength-assistance, so the wearer is tired out less easily, and in emergencies can inject certain drugs, such as strength enhancers and rejuvenants.

Description: Jenkins, Romeo, Sasha, Nagase, and Larry are pulled from various areas in the NHC, including anti-terrorism organizations, anti-riot police, and Planetary Defense Unit personnel.

Tin-Can Grunt

Appearance:

Large Image

Skill: Being fully computerized, the Battle-Platforms of NHC-GSAT03 can 'download' even more information, and, even though they also aren't too 'real experienced', they can simply think a lot faster and more focused; It definitely counts for something.

Numbers: 4, Arkli, Donovan, Janwall, and Ingrid.

Equipment: For weapons, the Battle-platforms of NHC-GSAT03 are quite well-armed, with heavier variations of the 1.36 Ship-Use Rifle, called the 1.37M Ship-Use LMG. Each bullet of the 1.37M is larger, and is fired at a somewhat quicker pace. Fortunately, they still have superb accuracy, and the tough killer-robots carrying them have little to worry about on the recoil side. They also have the same pistol as their human counterparts, modified to be stowed inside both of their arms in case the 1.37M is overheated (which is a rare occurrence) or otherwise inoperable. Their bodies are made out of a strong mesh of muscle-like fibers, Adamantium plating 40% thicker then their human counterparts, the same proportion of Kevlar-like padding, and well-armored Hydraulic systems providing 'quick-twitch' force in their legs and arms. They may not gib you or anything, but you definitely don't want to get punched by these guys, or kicked, for that matter. While they have special anti-hacking software installed and are very difficult to connect to in the first place, hacking is still a possibility, however slight. Of course, the people in these things are going to be very mad at whoever's trying to hack them, and will try to counter-attack personally. Finally, they have the same astro-pack as the standard grunts.

Description: The standard 'Spacecraft-use Sentience Battle-Platform 4.22' of the NHC is 6 and a half feet tall, very difficult to kill, and can break open bulkheads with its' bare hands, even if it may take a while for the larger ones. As the 'normal' people of the NHC are still getting used to their metallic counterparts, infighting is a possibility if things go wrong. Finally, the bodies are somewhat modular, and have plenty of extra storage space. If needed, in the event one of their members are 'killed', they can 'hop' to another of the bodies, and they can use what's left of its' body for spare parts, or on-site modifications.

Important Character Info:
Total: 5, 3 human, 2 robot characters.

Captain Jonas Foulke

Appearance: Foulke wears the standard soldiers' uniform underneath his armor, and is a dashing young specimen with duller red hair and a certain look in his eye, ready for anything the world throws at him. His Officer's Suit helmet has additional 'eyes' and an antenna to distinguish him when he's ordering around his grunts.

Age: 28

Rank: Squad-Captain, Title: Lady-Killer

Equipment: He has all the standard grunt equipment, but with certain improvements across the board. His SUR-1.36 is equipped with longer rails for improved damage potential, his 1.36P, the same, alongside two more rounds in the magazine, and he has the 7.21O Space-Use Infantry Suit, the standard, but equipped with additional sensors (alongside a wider variety), additional armor on the joints, and 2 emergency use 'Spiker' grenades, special gizmos that fire out many small flechettes in 2 seconds, uplinked to his helmet's HUD so he can designate where they should focus, such as hostile targets.

Personality: Foulke is a reasonably friendly, calm guy off-the-job who loves the opposite sex, but on duty he turns (somewhat) more serious, and has a pretty clean, successful service record in his 6 years of service. He eventually wants to get higher-up on the totem pole, but with more and more 'super-computer' style A.I.'s looking for that same position, he's pretty worried about his goals. He's a pretty smart guy, and the biggest reason he decided to sign up for helping out GalSen was that it would look even better on his record.

In essence, when you need someone to do something, he's one of the first people you should go to. Although, his biggest weaknesses are greed, lust, and jealousy.

Bio: Born to flesh-and-blood parents on an urban-sprawl of a moon, he decided he'd join the military and make a difference in the galaxy at the age of 16, and had his sights on being the biggest military cheese in the known universe since. He was quite successful in his higher-level education, and was a somewhat of a "Drill Sergeants' pet" when training to be an officer, as he was very obedient and nearly knew what they were gonna say before they said it.

Lieutenant Captain Lenard Newton

Appearance: Newton inhabits an 'Officer-type Space-use Battle-Platform 4.22O', an improved model with thicker still armor and padding around vital areas, and more space-efficient motor systems, allowing more processors and weapon-related free space to be available. He has five sensor eyes, and two shoulder-antenna.

Age: 34

Rank: Lieutenant Captain

Equipment: As aforementioned, the 4.22O model of Battle-Platform has more space efficient (But more expensive) motor systems installed, and additional armor, allowing for more free internal space to be filled up with processors and weapon-related systems, like additional ammunition, throwables, miscellaneous items, and longer rails for the 4.22's internally-mounted arm pistols, giving them more punch. In addition, his 1.37M is the officers' variant, giving it an additional barrel for even faster firing, and twice the amount of rails, each also 10% longer. This, obviously, gives each bullet a huge increase in accuracy, even more fire-rate (as they exit the barrel faster), and power. However, for obvious reasons, it chews through ammo at a severe pace, and overheating is an actual possibility, unlike with the standard model. It's more of a 'Turn this thing into swiss cheese immediately' weapon then a 'suppress these targets for the other guys to kill' one. In addition, his left arm's pistol has been uniquely replaced with a large-gauge rail-gun, able to fire 'Spiker' grenades (Which he has three available), or 2 sensor units for recon purposes. Finally, he has three additional 'eyes', making five in a pentagon formation, and two shoulder-mounted antenna.

Personality: Newton is a constantly annoyed fellow who keeps on getting into trouble, and is very headstrong, which has turned his ambitions to be a general into a nearly impossible dream. He secretly loathes his superiors, and waits for the day they die so he can replace them. He isn't at the point where he'd fire the shot himself though... yet. Of course, while he seems to be an angry bull of a bloke, that doesn't necessarily mean he's a complete idiot, which he isn't.

Bio: Born with a unique bone-shattering condition, he was confined into a wheelchair for most of his 'fleshed' life, and was always lumped in with other 'useless' individuals. In his teenage years, in a rage (And after managing to get into his parents' liquor cabinet) he angered and saddened one of his very few friends to the point she attempted suicide, which is one of the things he regrets from those years. Deciding to turn his life the other way (if only a little), he was one of the first people to sign up for his brain to be put into a robotic shell, and a few months later, for his mind to be turned into bits and pieces of code. He eventually wanted to get into the military and miraculously passed, although some say he only got in due to bribes.

Mechanical Specialist Maxwell Holtz

Appearance: Holtz is a somewhat sloppy chap who barely meets the minimum height requirement for the squishy side of the NHC footsoldiers, and every uniform he's been issued (Such as his current one) has been either one size too small, or one size too large. It's currently the latter.

Age: 30

Rank: Specialist, Engineer.

Equipment: wearing the 7.21E Space-Use Infantry Suit, or the 'Engie-suit', his suits' left arm is covered with a variety of tools, such as cutting laser, an explosive gel sprayer, a construction foam sprayer, an emergency CQC diamond-tipped piston, and many other implements. His suit also has more stowage space compared to the average soldiers', which he uses to store one 'Spiker' grenade, spare SUR-1.36 and SUR-1.37 parts, and components for a modular sentry-gun which can be mounted with either a SUR-1.36 or a larger cutting laser, for when his arm-mounted one can't do the job.

Personality: Holtz is a quiet, laid-back and somewhat passive fellow who always loves to tinker with things, and hates talking to people. He never really felt at home in any crowd or clique, and he feels more emotions for his gun then his fellow man. He isn't completely heartless though, while he only has one friend (Keneth), he respects him very much. When his duty in the corps is over, he wants to go back to his plot to rule the computer industry of the NHC.

Bio: Actually born on the same moon as Foulke, he was orphaned at a young age and grew up with a large, extended foster family, where he was also the black-sheep. He wasn't picked on, but they actually forgot a few birthdays of his, which he's still very bitter about. He payed for himself for the first few years by clawing his way up through the computer-tech ladder, and if he didn't quit to join the military for the rush (and 'the bitches'), he'd probably be one of the chairmen of a big-shot computer company by now.

Weapon Specialist Stanton Mattix

Appearance: Using the 4.22W model, or Weapons Specialist Battle-Platform, he has a bulkier body type with the same space-saving type of motor system that the Officer version uses.

Age: 31

Rank: Specialist, Heavy Armaments

Equipment: Stanton uses a severely modified 1.37M, re-christened the 2.33W. Changed to be held 'like a chainsaw' instead of the standard shoulder-grip, and featuring a gun-mounted shield, its a very useful tool in close quarters, considering it also has a bayonet, and has a sensor array linked to Stantons' HUD. It has access to many different ammo types, and with its' variable settings, can be used in different ways. For example, it can mount canisters of plasma instead of small physical bullets, so it can operate as a flamethrower. In addition, if puncturing large amounts of holes in the stations' hull isn't an issue, it can fire shotgun shells too. As aforementioned, his Weapons-Specialist body is a bulkier variation of the standard with additional internal space through a similar trick as the Officer variant, except with more focus on storing ammo. He also carries extra ammo for the rest of the squad.

Personality: Even using hardware that can think faster then a brain ever could, he simply doesn't use it all that much. He's always been a bit dim, but he's a friendly fellow at heart, and loves his 'Bros'. He's also very good with kids, surprisingly. Although it really interferes with his job (For obvious reasons), he's somewhat geeked out by actual blood, which the others take in stride for the most part.

History: Alongside his brother Keneth, they grew up on a nice primarily agricultural world, on their parents' farm, but they tired of that life and moved to an industrial city on the same planet. They lived in peace for the next four years working at a factory, but Stanton got involved in an industrial accident, and was forced to be 'Computerized' to stay alive, which put Keneth deep into debt. While it was alien, Stanton was determined to work hard in 'cyberspace' to help out his brother's financial situation (Which he put him into), until eventually deciding he'd go back into the real world, in the military. Keneth, hearing of this, decided to join up too, to make sure his brother wasn't alone out there, and they've been at it ever since.

Stealth Specialist Keneth Mattix

Appearance: Keneth is a somewhat shorter fellow who's usually hard to see, as he's nearly always sneaking around or hiding behind someone else, usually his older brother. He has blonde hair and brown eyes.

Age: 27

Rank: Specialist, Infiltration.

Equipment: His combat uniform, the 7.21I Space-Use Infiltration Suit, is thinner and less armored then the standard model, with tiny holographic projectors all around its' exterior. With extra padding to soundproof, and 360 degrees of high-quality, zoomable sight, he's gonna be pretty hard to see, and he'll definitely see you first. His rifle and pistol, the I variants of each, are modified to use absolutely zero propellant instead of the (already very small) amounts of the standard model. To help maintain the same amount of muzzle velocity, they have an additional barrel each and more powerful capacitors. While they still make a noise, its' much less noticeable, and muzzle flash is zero. Finally, he has a small mono-molecular blade specialized in CQC, the design, in trials, has been shown to be able to cut through most armored enemies in one, to two swipes in the same area.

Personality: Somewhat shy and dodgey, he's a decent fellow overall who always sticks to his principles and personal code of honor, even if it is a bit lax as a stealth specialist. While he isn't very good at conversation, he feels a great rush when he's stalking enemies, or feels as if he's being hunted himself. He knows that isn't normal at all, nor healthy, but he's not going to deal with it any time soon. Due to mutual understanding (at least on some levels), he's pretty good friends with Holtz.

Bio: Alongside his brother Stanton, they grew up on a nice primarily agricultural world, on their parents' farm, but they tired of that life and moved to an industrial city on the same planet. They lived in peace for the next four years working at a factory, but Stanton got involved in an industrial accident, and was forced to be 'Computerized' to stay alive, which put Keneth deep into debt. Keneth, his own minimal social life failing, and feeling as if he's never going to be able to pay off his debts, looked for a different meaning in life instead of toiling at some workshop. When Stanton told him he was going into the military, he decided to follow suit. He found this to his liking.

I hope that's fine, if you disagree with anything, just tell me fam. And yeah... it's a lot longer then I thought it was gonna be too, lmao.

Edit: Also, other non-GMy peeps, could I have your guys' opinions too? Might as well.

@LHG100

I like em, look forward to having my guys working alongside of em. I have a general idea currently for my folks, drawing em up as we speak.

[RomanAria]

mkay this is probably derpy because it's late and I don't do the best with writing coherently when I'm half asleep and distracted by conversations.

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Given my relationship to the GM, I would really rather not insult him (not that it would be hard to find something to insult him about!) but I hereby certify that I have read the rules and regulations of this roleplay and promise to only break rule 5 when something is just not possible by the constraints of physics, or there is a misunderstanding of a fundamental physical concept.

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Name: the Deminutian Space Navy, Squadron M2.

Origins

The Deminutian people are tiny humanoids who hail from a dwarf planet that orbits Alpha Centauri A and B. They evolved their small stature and relative weakness because of how slight the gravity of their planet is.
Deminutians stand between 3 and 6 inches tall, with females averaging 3.5-4.5 inches and males averaging 4.5-5.5 inches. They look rather like tiny humans, except they have pointed ears and rather sharp-looking teeth; though they normally have a similar build to humans (five fingers and toes), it seems as though they have more susceptibility to mutations such as having extra, or too few, fingers. They on average have a fifteen-Earth-year lifespan, and reach physical maturity by age 5 and mental maturity by age 6. Deminutians breathe hydrogen, as that is all that their planet’s gravity can hold down to the surface.
The Deminutian people are fairly pacifistic; with only one empire that was generally well-supported by all, their military has been a recent (within the last ten generations) development that was caused by the Deminutians’ first request to join the Galactic Senate. To do so they had to have a space navy; thus the Deminutian fleet was born. They sent their most elite squadron on this mission because they sensed the Senate was getting angry at their lack of military contributions.

Emblem: They fly the Deminutian flag: A dark purple background with silver/light gray stylized circuitry patterns covering it, with the central device of a silver/light gray crown of laurels.
Colors: The colors associated with them are royal purple, silver, and black.
Total Size: Seventy soldiers. Only ten really useful bodies, however (This will be explained later on, and yes, I have gotten Clock’s approval on my number of soldiers.)
Culture/Traditions: Deminutians are very pacifistic; they do not like to fight, and they do not like to use force unless it is absolutely necessary. But when they do, they try their hardest to end their enemy so that they don’t need to fight again.
Specialization: Deminutians are quite cunning and clever and known for thinking outside the box. Their homeworld is surprisingly rich in resources for a dwarf planet and they've made the most of them.

Units

Appearance: The vast majority of Deminutian soldiers are males; although both genders are opposed to violence the males are extremely territorial, and so they generally can be conditioned to fight furiously for the sake of their people.
Skill: Each unit is fairly well-trained at operating their mechs and can work together seamlessly as a team—they have to, when running the mechas. This precision and almost anticipation of how each one reacts carries over to when they’re fighting alone, with just their tiny laser guns. They’d be quite formidable as an army… except for their size.
Numbers: There are ten units of seven soldiers each.
Equipment: Each soldier is equipped with one laser gun which is basically just the lasing crystal and a tube to focus it. They aren’t very effective for anything except the small creatures that are hunted on the Deminutian homeworld.
Each unit of seven has control of one Mensi unit. These are enormous (well, to the Deminutians) robots, that stand about five to five and a half feet tall and are designed in a humanoid shape. The “head” of the mecha has a window so that the people in the control room can talk to the other people outside.
It takes seven Deminutians to pilot a robot well: One is assigned to each limb for gross motor control (moving the whole limb) and an additional one is assigned to each arm for fine motor control (moving the individual fingers). A seventh oversees the operation of the whole thing.
Inside each control room there is a large (relatively speaking) three-dimensional holographic display that shows the mech and its surroundings. Each of the limb pilots has a small version of this holo for reference. The controls for the limb pilots are small puppet limbs; when they are bent the whole machine moves. The finger pilots controls operate the same way, but they have to move all five fingers.
Description: The Mensi are numbered 1-10 and units are referred to as such. The M in the squad designation indicates that this squadron specializes in Mensi operation.

Important Characters

Aeliryn “Aeli” Asandre

Appearance: Standing two and a little-less-than-three-quarter inches tall and weighing barely two ounces, Aeli is especially small even for her race. Her stringy medium-brown hair is badly cut into a bob. Her eyes are an especially piercing, intense blue, cold and calculating. The freckles that splash her cheekbones, as well as her somewhat childish size and form, make her look young and naïve, but don’t let that fool you.
Age: Five and a quarter; developmentally the equivalent to a fifteen-year-old human, give or take a year.
Rank/Position/Title: Unit Commander DSN-M2-1, Captain of Squadron DSN-M2
Equipment: She brought only the standard equipment.
Personality: Aeli is an extremely intelligent girl and she’s not a fool, despite her age. She’s a shrewd and cunning commander, if very, very demanding of her subordinates. It’s thought that she runs the most cohesive squadron in all of the Deminutian navy. She’s absolutely ruthless in battle situations, driven by an all-consuming desire to be the best. As a person, others find it hard to relate to her; she’s arrogant and cocky and has a very much abrasive personality. She has few people she actually trusts, and fewer still that she actually likes.
Bio: Aeli was the only child of Saelosti Asandre, a renowned commander of the Deminutian navy. He wanted a son, but instead he got Aeli. A sickly runt of a little girl. Aeli never knew her mother; she died due to complications of childbirth. But if Saelosti couldn’t have a son, he’d educate his daughter as though she were a son: Military tactics, math and science, all the things that boys learn and girls don’t. She was clever and absorbed the lessons rapidly. On her fourth birthday she enlisted in the navy; when they tried to refuse her, her father pulled rank and made them test her along with the boys her age. She came out the top of her class, raced through command school, and was the commander of a Mensi team within three months, though this was mostly due to her father’s power and overwhelming desire for his daughter to succeed. But then Aeli’s potential as a commander really started to shine through; by her fifth birthday she was the commander of the whole squadron, the youngest in the Deminutian military’s (brief) history.

Kaiov Niredus

note, just because Kaiov is one of my named characters *doesn’t* necessarily mean he and his unit need to survive the whole RP.
Appearance: Kaiov is tall… for a Deminutian. He stands just shy of six inches tall. He’s quite muscular, weighing about eight ounces. With his rugged features, dark hair, and dark eyes, he’s a real “looker”.
Age: Seven and three quarter (something like a 28 year old human)
Rank/Position/Title: Unit Commander DSN-M2-2, Lieutenant of Squadron DSN-M2
Equipment: As with most of the other soldiers, Kaiov brought only the standard equipment.
Personality: Kaiov is there seemingly to balance Aeli. He is quite laid-back most of the time and helps improve his soldier’s morale (especially after they get an Aeli-tongue-thrashing). He’s generally an aloof “doofus”… when off-duty. When it comes time to fight he dials in, sometimes even more intense than Aeli. The military is his life; he wouldn’t take time off to go back to the homeworld and raise a family, even though he’s more than earned it.
Bio: He’s been a low-level soldier since his fourth birthday; he ascended to a position of command about a year ago, and was then pulled into Aeli’s squadron when she started throwing out the ones who were lazy and stupid.

[WilsonTurner]

@RomanAria
Oooooh, nice app.

Also, while I do like that little header....

You didn't follow the rule.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Dammit, now I feel my own CS is inadequate :<

Probablly would have done a better job if I wasn't sleepy and half coherent XD

[WilsonTurner]

sleepy and half coherent XD

@ClocktowerEchos

[LHG100]

Damn Aria your dudes are midgets... like seriously. They could probably crawl up my guys' butts if need be.

NO DONT

Edit: So... they all pilot 'mobile suit humans'? That's hilarious.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Damn Aria your dudes are midgets... like seriously. They could probably crawl up my guys' butts if need be.

NO DONT

@LHG100

Y? Its a free proctology examination m8

[LHG100]

Actually, what do the 'Mensi' suits have in terms of equipment? The actual Deminutians have little laser guns, do the Mensi's just have 'huge' copies?

[ClocktowerEchos]

@LHG100
Dems. have tiny guns and the Mensi use "supersized" version which are the same size as a gun we'd consider normal

[LHG100]

Alright, fair enough.

Man, the Demi's and the NHC are gonna be a weird 'friendship', I can already tell.

[WilsonTurner]

So, @ClocktowerEchos, any ETA on OOC?

[ClocktowerEchos]

@WilsonTurnerI'd preferably like to get more people, but I have a feeling with NaNo and Fallout 4, RPGuild's population is down a bit. I'll most likely wait another day or two.

@GingerBoi123@Bishop You two still in?