[OOC] FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

[Zackary]

I'd like to join as well. I love Front Mission and Heavy Gear.

[Terminal]

Hello!

Already working on my profile. As stated earlier, yes, I'm going to be serving as a Salesperson role. Nominally unaffiliated with but tolerated by Cradle Dynamics.

I'll be doing more than buying and selling things, of course. I have several plot shenanigans planned that shouldn't intrude into the main story significantly, but might build up to something bigger later on with everyone's help.

[Commodore Robot]

Isabella Leclerc

Name: Isabella Leclerc
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Disposition: Bellicose, frenetic, results oriented, health nut.

Isabella is a person that finds it very difficult to sit still for any measurable period of time. If idle hands are the devil's playthings then Isabella has an archangel in her palms. If she isn't working then she is either exercising, training, or asleep. There still appears to be deep scarring left from her days before joining the Preying Panthers, and that doesn't just include her face and body. If there is any impetus for her constant activity it appears to be a fear of being alone with her own thoughts, and so the few times she hasn't thrown herself into some task she surrounds herself with others. She keeps to a very exacting regimen of exercise in order to keep her body in peak physical shape. She says this is so she can get the most out of her augments as it doesn't matter if her arms are rated for 600 pounds of lifting capability when the bones and muscles they are anchored to will destroy themselves at half that. While on leave Isabella has a prodigious drinking habit, and likes to always be the life of any party she can find, though she is doubly sure to burn off all those empty calories once the haze has worn off.

To her comrades she is jokingly called a robot both because of her Prostheses and refusal to remove herself from a task until she is finished, though she is not emotionally cold or distant. Quite the opposite in fact. People tend to be put off by her intensity and aggression more than anything else, and she is known for picking fights with strangers if the opportunity presents itself. While certainly an aggro individual she doesn't like to curse much, and will instead come up with creative alternatives to commonplace invective.

Background: Isabella was born to working class Sardonian parents who, like most working class blokes in a nation on the rise, were staunch patriots. This patriotism rubbed of on Isabella at a young age and stuck with her throughout her relatively uneventful childhood and adolescence. It led her to join the Sardonian Defense force at the age of 18 where her high scores in coordination and motor control landed her a spot in the nation's illustrious FRAME units. At the time she finished basic and got assigned to a FRAME unit, the regions that would become the USK were still under the boot of the PU whose constant saber rattling resulted in a border war with the ISS. This would be Isabella's first taste of combat as her unit was quickly thrust to the front to stem the tide of a Perizian advance. Her early battles were against light infantry and infantry fighting vehicles and were therefore slaughters. They instilled in her a euphoric sense of invincibility that was to be short lived once proper PU armor was deployed to the region. While in transit between border towns, Isabella's squad were caught off guard by a prowling squad of Perizian MBTs. The first shot of what was to be a devastating Fusillade blew out the front half of the cockpit of her FRAME, taking with it her arms, eye, and shredding her internals with white hot shrapnel. It appeared to be divine providence that she managed to survive the encounter at all as the others in her squad were not so lucky.

Considering the scope of the damage, many say she was lucky to be born Sardonian as both of her arms were ruined up to the shoulder, her eye and parts of her skull had been blown clean away, and her ribs were crushed. She would require extensive reconstructive surgery to her face as well as the wholesale replacement of her arms with prostheses. Her choice for a replacement eye managed to cover up most of the facial scarring and reconstructive surgeries actually succeeded in restoring her mostly to her initial facial shape, but her body remains crosshatched with scores of scars from the initial attack and the dozens of surgeries needed to remove the bits of shrapnel and crushed bone from her torso. By the time she was discharged from the military hospital the border conflict had ended with the forming of the USK and a new battle was beginning for the survival of the fledgling nation had begun. She was given the option to re-enlist in the ISSDF but when she found that the ISS was not sending any ground troops to support the USK she declined, no point sitting on a military base with a thumb up her arse til she grew too old to be a FRAME jock. Instead she put herself on the market as a mercenary FRAME pilot in need of a job and a FRAME. She spent a few years jumping around between several low key companies operating in the USK/PU border region before eventually finding her way into the fold of the Preying Panthers. Her reputation as an armor hunter brought her to the attention of Captain Bentz, and having satiated her lust for vengeance, she signed on to the team having found a need for a stable income that didn't come standard to the life of a free agent.

Appearance: Isabella is an attractive women with slightly greater than shoulder length blonde hair(tied up during operations to not get in the way) which frames a face that looks out with a single gray eye. She stands at an impressive 5' 10" and has an athletic build brought on by her line of work and borderline obsessive fitness routine. Her most notable features however are her cybernetics and extensive bodily scarring. A Near miss from a run in with a PU MBT when she was just a greenhorn FRAME jock in the Sardonian Defense Force blew out the front half of her cockpit, Resulting most obviously in the loss of both arms and her right eye, though the damage extended internally as well. Her replacement arms are a new military design that more easily blends in with flesh, though close inspection reveals the are certainly mechanical, while her replacement eye is far more noticeable. While she could have sprung for a less conspicuous model she decided that one way or another she was going to return to the field some day and found that a rugged and practical design would beat out looks any day. Her new eye has more in common with a FRAME's sensor and fire control suite than it does with any fleshy bit it was meant to replace, and comes with the added bonus of making her look like a pirate, so overall a win-win there.
Inventory:
-10mm pistol (Sardonian Defense Force standard service pistol)
-anti-rejection medication
-Bomber Jacket bearing former unit insignia, "Harman's Harpies"

Funds: 276,160c

Other: If anything doesn't check out feel free to tell me, I invented some world events that I hope aren't too overboard.

MP21-AC Handau

Name: MP21-AC Handau "Ghost-Killer"
Manufacturer: Kelhei Manufacturing
Height: 4.3 meters
Weight: 6627 kg
Armor: 45 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 42 kph
Speed (Skate): 72 kph
Sensor range: 2 km
Communication range: 10 km
Operating range: 500 km
Power: 140
Weight: 85
Price: 305,840c

Armaments:
-2x Autocannon(AFC-40/L) (16)
-2x Missile Launcher (MGR-2A) (40)
-1x AP Machine Gun (MG27) (2)

For your humble consideration. I have a question about weapons for our FRAMEs though. specifically if there are hard limits to the weapons mounted on them or if that is solely determined by weight? If its just weight then my stuff checks out, or if its a more defined system of 2 shoulders, 2 arms, and a torso; or something like that then I need to revise my choice of arms.

[Slamurai]

Isabella Leclerc

Name: Isabella Leclerc
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Disposition: Bellicose, frenetic, results oriented, health nut.

Isabella is a person that finds it very difficult to sit still for any measurable period of time. If idle hands are the devil's playthings then Isabella has an archangel in her palms. If she isn't working then she is either exercising, training, or asleep. There still appears to be deep scarring left from her days before joining the Preying Panthers, and that doesn't just include her face and body. If there is any impetus for her constant activity it appears to be a fear of being alone with her own thoughts, and so the few times she hasn't thrown herself into some task she surrounds herself with others. She keeps to a very exacting regimen of exercise in order to keep her body in peak physical shape. She says this is so she can get the most out of her augments as it doesn't matter if her arms are rated for 600 pounds of lifting capability when the bones and muscles they are anchored to will destroy themselves at half that. While on leave Isabella has a prodigious drinking habit, and likes to always be the life of any party she can find, though she is doubly sure to burn off all those empty calories once the haze has worn off.

To her comrades she is jokingly called a robot both because of her Prostheses and refusal to remove herself from a task until she is finished, though she is not emotionally cold or distant. Quite the opposite in fact. People tend to be put off by her intensity and aggression more than anything else, and she is known for picking fights with strangers if the opportunity presents itself. While certainly an aggro individual she doesn't like to curse much, and will instead come up with creative alternatives to commonplace invective.

Background: Isabella was born to working class Sardonian parents who, like most working class blokes in a nation on the rise, were staunch patriots. This patriotism rubbed of on Isabella at a young age and stuck with her throughout her relatively uneventful childhood and adolescence. It led her to join the Sardonian Defense force at the age of 18 where her high scores in coordination and motor control landed her a spot in the nation's illustrious FRAME units. At the time she finished basic and got assigned to a FRAME unit, the regions that would become the USK were still under the boot of the PU whose constant saber rattling resulted in a border war with the ISS. This would be Isabella's first taste of combat as her unit was quickly thrust to the front to stem the tide of a Perizian advance. Her early battles were against light infantry and infantry fighting vehicles and were therefore slaughters. They instilled in her a euphoric sense of invincibility that was to be short lived once proper PU armor was deployed to the region. While in transit between border towns, Isabella's squad were caught off guard by a prowling squad of Perizian MBTs. The first shot of what was to be a devastating Fusillade blew out the front half of the cockpit of her FRAME, taking with it her arms, eye, and shredding her internals with white hot shrapnel. It appeared to be divine providence that she managed to survive the encounter at all as the others in her squad were not so lucky.

Considering the scope of the damage, many say she was lucky to be born Sardonian as both of her arms were ruined up to the shoulder, her eye and parts of her skull had been blown clean away, and her ribs were crushed. She would require extensive reconstructive surgery to her face as well as the wholesale replacement of her arms with prostheses. Her choice for a replacement eye managed to cover up most of the facial scarring and reconstructive surgeries actually succeeded in restoring her mostly to her initial facial shape, but her body remains crosshatched with scores of scars from the initial attack and the dozens of surgeries needed to remove the bits of shrapnel and crushed bone from her torso. By the time she was discharged from the military hospital the border conflict had ended with the forming of the USK and a new battle was beginning for the survival of the fledgling nation had begun. She was given the option to re-enlist in the ISSDF but when she found that the ISS was not sending any ground troops to support the USK she declined, no point sitting on a military base with a thumb up her arse til she grew too old to be a FRAME jock. Instead she put herself on the market as a mercenary FRAME pilot in need of a job and a FRAME. She spent a few years jumping around between several low key companies operating in the USK/PU border region before eventually finding her way into the fold of the Preying Panthers. Her reputation as an armor hunter brought her to the attention of Captain Bentz, and having satiated her lust for vengeance, she signed on to the team having found a need for a stable income that didn't come standard to the life of a free agent.

Appearance: Isabella is an attractive women with slightly greater than shoulder length blonde hair(tied up during operations to not get in the way) which frames a face that looks out with a single gray eye. She stands at an impressive 5' 10" and has an athletic build brought on by her line of work and borderline obsessive fitness routine. Her most notable features however are her cybernetics and extensive bodily scarring. A Near miss from a run in with a PU MBT when she was just a greenhorn FRAME jock in the Sardonian Defense Force blew out the front half of her cockpit, Resulting most obviously in the loss of both arms and her right eye, though the damage extended internally as well. Her replacement arms are a new military design that more easily blends in with flesh, though close inspection reveals the are certainly mechanical, while her replacement eye is far more noticeable. While she could have sprung for a less conspicuous model she decided that one way or another she was going to return to the field some day and found that a rugged and practical design would beat out looks any day. Her new eye has more in common with a FRAME's sensor and fire control suite than it does with any fleshy bit it was meant to replace, and comes with the added bonus of making her look like a pirate, so overall a win-win there.
Inventory:
-10mm pistol (Sardonian Defense Force standard service pistol)
-anti-rejection medication
-Bomber Jacket bearing former unit insignia, "Harman's Harpies"

Funds: 276,160c

Other: If anything doesn't check out feel free to tell me, I invented some world events that I hope aren't too overboard.

MP21-AC Handau

Name: MP21-AC Handau "Ghost-Killer"
Manufacturer: Kelhei Manufacturing
Height: 4.3 meters
Weight: 6627 kg
Armor: 45 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 42 kph
Speed (Skate): 72 kph
Sensor range: 2 km
Communication range: 10 km
Operating range: 500 km
Power: 140
Weight: 85
Price: 323,840c

Armaments:
-1x Autocannon(AFC-40/L) (8)
-3x Missile Launcher (MGR-2A) (60)
-1x AP Machine Gun (MG27) (2)

For your humble consideration. I have a question about weapons for our FRAMEs though. specifically if there are hard limits to the weapons mounted on them or if that is solely determined by weight? If its just weight then my stuff checks out, or if its a more defined system of 2 shoulders, 2 arms, and a torso; or something like that then I need to revise my choice of arms.

@Commodore Robot

I'll read the character section in a moment but first to answer your question:
I'm not sure I actually specified anywhere, but shoulders can carry one weapon system a piece. The MGR-2A is a one-tube launcher and one of these can fit on a shoulder, just as one rocket pod can fit on a shoulder.
So for the time being two AT missiles are all you can carry, but future launchers may have greater capacity.

[Slamurai]

I'd like to join as well. I love Front Mission and Heavy Gear.

@Zackary

Glad to hear!

[Commodore Robot]

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I'll read the character section in a moment but first to answer your question:
I'm not sure I actually specified anywhere, but shoulders can carry one weapon system a piece. The MGR-2A is a one-tube launcher and one of these can fit on a shoulder, just as one rocket pod can fit on a shoulder.
So for the time being two AT missiles are all you can carry, but future launchers may have greater capacity.

@Aristo

Roger Dodger, Will adjust accordingly.

[Slamurai]

@Commodore RobotThe rest of the sheets look a-okay; I like Isabella already!

Also, I had just noticed, but three MGR-2As would have put you over capacity anyway: 140 power minus the Handau's 85 weight leaves 55 to play with.

[Commodore Robot]

@Commodore RobotThe rest of the sheets look a-okay; I like Isabella already!

@Aristo

Righteous! Shall I move her over to the character tab?

[Slamurai]

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Righteous! Shall I move her over to the character tab?

@Commodore Robot

Go right ahead!

[Slamurai]

Also, I had just noticed, but three MGR-2As would have put you over capacity anyway: 140 power minus the Handau's 85 weight leaves 55 to play with.

@Aristo

@Commodore Robot One more thing - Taking two autocannons puts you over-capacity. The weight value of the FRAME itself is also subtracted from its power value, like equipment. (140p-85w=55w spare)
So you could either double up on autocannons or AT launchers, but not both.

[Commodore Robot]

Ahhh, okay, that makes sense. I think I'll put more thought into my loadout in the morning. For now I have a stopgap solution.

[Slamurai]

Ahhh, okay, that makes sense. I think I'll put more thought into my loadout in the morning. For now I have a stopgap solution.

@Commodore Robot

Everything looks good now! Also, there will be new weapons and categories of equipment popping up after the first operation, so don't feel like you have to go all-out just yet.

[Rhona W]

I will attempt to get a character up soon - work and Fallout 4 permitting xP
I'll probably go for the light recon route rather than a medium, and I have some ideas for a character slowly building up. I like the characters already posted, too :)

[EmptyArmor]

Sheet's up! Let me know if I should make any changes. If I'm on the team, I'm looking forward to the first mission!

Bernard Felix Emmerich

Name: Bernard Felix "B.F.F" Emmerich

Age: 67

Gender: Male

Disposition: Reliable, Thorough, Protective, Evenhanded

The mercenary community knows him as a gruff man of few words, no wasted movements, and a penchant for cigarettes-- Bernard Felix Emmerich has been in the soldiering business for a long time. They say that if you have cash, he'll pull the trigger, if you have credit, he'll double-tap, make sure you have no room to complain about his service. It's a running gag that the man's been on battlefields for the almighty dollar since dollars were still legal tender. The other joke is his nickname, "B.F.F", best friend forever. It's certainly true that for the right price, Bernard has been the best friend of megacorps, PMC's, and rebel groups alike, never once breaking a deal. He's been around forever too; if anybody from the old days were still alive, they'd call him the perfect mercenary. But war has changed. In this age of FRAMEs and countries he doesn't bother to remember the names of, the best he can do is adjust.

Among comrades, he radiates safety and occasional dad jokes, among enemies, professionalism and headshots. He'll sometimes complain about how hard on his joints life in the cockpit is, but he barely actually leaves it. He chain smokes furiously and leaves trails of gunsmoke everywhere, he constantly extolls the virtues of extreme mobility, nonstandard movement patterns, patience, coordination. Essentially, the battlefield is his den, his mecha is his comfy chair, and his squad is his family. He's lost a lot of family over the years, but he'll be around forever.

Background:

His story starts on the battlefields of the early 2100's, in the heady days when territory squabbles between what is now known as the Emarran Council and its neighbors were commonplace. Bullet by bullet, he worked his way up a corporate ladder of corpses and chump change without knowing nor caring much about the political machine that drove him to the trench and the no man's land. Insulated was the word, obedient, satisfied. Sure, his daily meals were mixed with gunpowder, but he did get them daily. He grew up among corpses, and was often mistaken for one himself, before he climbed up out of the craters. He watched FRAMEs grow up from an infantryman's perspective, dismantled some violently on one or two occasions. Problem was, he'd often watch as these real war machines cut down the soldiers around him, mowing flesh like so much grass, leaving nausea in the air like Satan's parody of fresh rain. As he grew older, he became less insulated, less content, and as he grew old, he became ferocious in his determination to live, and to see others do the same. Luckily, a change in fortunes pulled him out of the dirt. Which is to say, he made a fortune.

It was a huge gamble to take that job across the border, a contract to fight against the military machine that was the Emarran State in the prime of its tyranny. Did it ever pay off though. He bounced between battlefields in his homeland, with war dogs from the UKE and the ISS. With their victories came the spoils of war, and with democracy came a chance for profit. His contacts and raw experience in the border wars gave him a lot of leverage when it came to picking and choosing how he, and eventually his men, were deployed in foreign conflicts where the former trio of enemies had an enemy in common. He established the Bernard and Felix Foundation, a paramilitary company that was easily the only choice for overseas during the postwar reconstruction of the Emarran Council. Eventually, Bernard's homeland stabilized, and the wave of funding slowed to a halt. The B.F.F was disbanded amicably enough for a group of hardened irregulars, and the "B.F.F." himself found himself puttering around with less work on the docket than he'd like. Eventually he ended up with a cool 600,000 CE in personal funds, and a tip that an up and coming company in his old neighborhood had some open positions.

Appearance:


An aging man with a stolid build, metal plates in and around his forehead, and a host of other prosthetics and hardware to boot. He is nothing else than solid, his knotted muscles like sleeping anacondas, and his mind still as sharp as their fangs. Behind the shine of his helmetlike apparatus, one can sense him watching, hungrily taking in everything surrounding him. When he walks, attention slips off of him, and he's had decades to get used to staying very, very still.

Inventory:

Antique M1911A1, .45 caliber pistol, roughly two centuries old. The feeding ramp has been polished to a mirror sheen, the front strap of the frame has been checkered to make it dig into the hand. The slide's been reinforced and etched with cocking serrations near the front, the interlock with the frame has been tightened for added precision. Original three dot sight system, extended thumb safety, long type trigger guard with non-slip grooves. It boasts a ring hammer, and a filed down trigger guard for a higher grip. What's more, the trigger pull is about a pound and a half lighter than normal, the magazine well has been widened to make magazines easier to feed under stressful conditions, and the magazine catch has been cut low to prevent pressing it by accident. Flat type mainspring housing to increase grip, with stepping to prevent too much jump from the recoil. Every part of this gun has been expertly crafted and customized.

Kabar knife

Cigarettes, smokes two packs a day

Cell Phone

Funds: 345,160 CE

Other:

MP21-AC Handou -- Snake Eater

Manufacturer: Kelhei Manufacturing
Height: 4.3 meters
Weight: 6627 kg
Armor: 45 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 42 kph
Speed (Skate): 72 kph
Sensor range: 2 km
Communication range: 10 km
Operating range: 500 km
Power: 140
Weight: 85
Armament:
1x AFC-40/L Autocannon (8)
1x MGR-27 AP Machinegun (2)
1x LP-90 Light Rocket Launcher (24)

[Sophrus]

Hider

Name: Jason Smith
Alias: Adarc
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Disposition: Roudy

While he is not blood thirsty he is always ready for a fight. what someone might call a brawler.

History: Jason was a hellion in his younger years, and had some trouble with the law.

he tried to join the military, briefly, the experience was a very unfortunate chain of events that culminated in him receving a dishonorable discharge for assaulting a commanding officer. after a couple year of generally working on odd jobs and he saves up just enough to buy a FRAME suit. he then worked with a one or two mercenary jobs before trying to sign up with a real mercenary group.

Hider

Name: Iron Hide (MP21-AC Handau)
Manufacturer: Kelhei Manufacturing
Height: 4.3 meters
Weight: 6627 kg
Armor: 45 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 42 kph
Speed (Skate): 72 kph
Sensor range: 2 km
Communication range: 10 km
Operating range: 500 km
Power: 140
Weight: 85
Price: 305,840c

Armaments:
-1x Autocannon(AFC-40/L) (8)
-2x Missile Launcher (MGR-2A) (40)
-1x AP Machine Gun (MG27) (2)

[Slamurai]

@EmptyArmorBernard looks good! In the FRAME sheet, could you specify how many of each weapon you've got and the weight, like in Commodore's? & The Weight section just below power is only for the base weight of the machine, before equipment is added.
Otherwise, he's all set and can be added with the other chars!

@Sophrus Your FRAME sheet checks out; could I ask for a little more substance in your character sheet? Since we're using Advanced standards, I'd like to see a bit more depth/paragraphs.

[Sophrus]

@Aristo

Oh, adv? My mistake. I could have sworn this was under casual.

Alright. Give me a moment, I'll fix it.

[Sophrus]

Hows this?

Hider

Name: Jason Smith
Alias: Adarc
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Disposition: Roudy

While he is not blood thirsty he is always ready for a fight. what someone might call a brawler.

History: Jason was a hellion in his younger years, and had some trouble with the law frequently receiving citations and days to weeks in juvenile detention. this went on for several years, until, a conflict between OSU and SL got too close to home and his home was destroyed and his family was killed while he was in juvenile detention. he was never sure which party was responsible for the loss of his home and family but he vowed to find those who where responsible and make them pay, even being aware that the chances of him ever attaining this goal is neigh impossible.

He tried to set aside his Hedonistic and roudy attitude and get a job like a normal person. perhaps save up some money for collage, which would empower him to earn some form of position that would allow him to pursue the killer of his family, this ended very poorly, with a short prison sentence for assault. a normal peaceful life was not something that appealed to Jason, apparently.

he tried to join the military, briefly, the experience was a very unfortunate chain of events that culminated in him receving a dishonorable discharge for assaulting a commanding officer. after a couple year of generally working on odd jobs and he saves up just enough to buy a FRAME suit. he then worked with a one or two mercenary jobs before trying to sign up with a real mercenary group to give him the chance to build a mighty mech and bring justice to his family, perhaps even give himself a decent life.

Hider

Name: Iron Hide (MP21-AC Handau)
Manufacturer: Kelhei Manufacturing
Height: 4.3 meters
Weight: 6627 kg
Armor: 45 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 42 kph
Speed (Skate): 72 kph
Sensor range: 2 km
Communication range: 10 km
Operating range: 500 km
Power: 140
Weight: 85
Price: 305,840c

Armaments:
-1x Autocannon(AFC-40/L) (8)
-2x Missile Launcher (MGR-2A) (40)
-1x AP Machine Gun (MG27) (2)

[Slamurai]

@SophrusThat'll do! You could add a picture or short description of his appearance, if you like. Add it to the Character tab once you're set.

[Slamurai]

The way it looks, from most characters written up so far, you guys are newer additions to the P. Panthers. But if anyone wants to have been tagging along for a longer period of time, that's fine. The unit was started three years ago, so I'd expect a few veterans, in fact. For the newer guys, the first mission will be an evaluation, of sorts.