[OOC] Mass Effect: Brink

[Zorogami]

@DirtyDingo

Haha thanks, not my most inspired work but i'm glad it's still interesting :D Looking forward to interacting with you!

[DirtyDingo]

Don't hold your breath, gotta see what the boss says first. But aye, looking forward to this a fair bit! Already looking to have a colourful set of characters.

[Gowi]

A bit too heavy on the em dashes, and surprised I let this sit without revising it. Think this will be the last RP I'll fit into my schedule. :F

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ERROL VAHN

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| NAME |

Errol Vahn

| RACE |

Human

| Age |

30

| CLASS & ROLE |

Infiltrator // Marksman

| APPEARANCE |

Errol Vahn is about five foot seven and of fit, but nothing spectacular in build—he’s seemingly nothing much to scratch at and this has come into useful capacity when he comes into enemies who happen to under-estimate him due to his age, build, or appearance. He does not look like a marine, he does not smell like a marine, and he does not walk like a marine.

| BACKGROUND |

“The galaxy isn’t like the wild west, it is the wild west.”

Born to an interstellar businessman by the name of Miles Vahn, Errol was born & raised far from the human home-world of Earth and instead upon one of the vast colonial frontiers that began during this time. Errol’s father was an aggressive businessman who founded ErdeCo after liquidizing his properties on Earth as he believed that the only way to get in edgewise on companies like ExoGeni was to “put all of your cards on the table”. Laughed at by his former partners, Miles Vahn found himself desperate to make an impact on the galactic market that was colonial frontiers. As such Errol was born into a cosmic environment that was as underdeveloped as it was underpopulated. Growing up under the shadow of his father’s obsession to succeed in the galactic market was stressful as Errol found duties were being demanded of him straining the relationship with his parents even more. The immediate threat of hostile aliens, feral wildlife, social unrest, and criminal activity poised trouble to the growing community that ErdeCo had strived to create and one that they not only wanted to succeed—but needed to succeed. This behavior in Errol’s father would only continue to push his relationship with his wife further away at an exponential rate.

A young Errol would spend time at his uncle’s home on the colony— a general agriculture procurement, Alen Vahn, lived much simpler with the only threat being the rare fauna that would get out of hand. Enjoying his uncle’s stories of Earth was entrancing for Errol and he would begin to almost live at the farm during these years. During this time his uncle would teach him how to fire a rifle and to impress his relative he would adamantly strive to be better; for every day he stayed at the farm he shot targets and mended the farm to help his uncle. However, Alen Vahn grew sick and passed on from cancer-related struggles by the time Errol was eleven. A year later, ErdeCo had expanded their operations into a local habitat of violent and fast creatures which resulted in an entire team of laborers to lose their lives due to ErdeCo’s carelessness. The family members of these laborers began to riot while other residents threatened to leave if ErdeCo didn’t get its operations in check. This threat against his livelihood caused Miles Vahn to “protect his investment” and hired a PMC group as “quality control”; this PMC group was in actuality the Blue Suns. This would begin the “dark times” of the colony as the Blue Suns received benefits plus their rate of service and the group began testing how much they were allowed to do without consequences. But Errol’s father only cared about the critical and financial success of his investments and took no shame into admitting it. Stuck out on their own, the citizens were practically stuck in a corporate dictatorship and Errol’s mother snapped. Errol never saw the colony again as he was taken away from its madness to find himself on another planetary hell: Korlus.

Korlus was not much for improvement and the alien-centric world that bustled with crime as well as poverty led Errol to have a much harsher childhood than he would have had if he stayed with his father. But like his mother, he sort of saw the benefit of freedom; any freedom, over what they had back on the colony. As humanity was new to the galaxy, the population on Korlus had so few of them making it an uphill battle to survive as his mother struggled to find work and make ends meet. Errol himself at this time fell in with a bunch of other human youths who found themselves on Korlus in poverty and among racism and thus a sort of gang was created amongst them. It wasn’t long thereafter that Errol and his friends got caught up into something stupid— an alien named Ardot Fek.

Running with Ardot Fek, a self-proclaimed “supplier” of goods led Errol into a life of organized crime. Fek saw cheap manpower in the youths as well as a useful utility in their knack to steal things. At first they weren’t asked to do much outside of pocket a few things or spot competitors (and law enforcement), but eventually as they became more useful (and older) they ended up “graduating” to carrying firearms as Fek’s underpriced guards. Errol found himself killing for the first time no more than a month after he was given a firearm—he was shaken by the experience, but Fek talked him down from his repulsions and convinced him it was only adrenaline that he felt and not any false moral consequences. Soon enough, Errol was making enough credits on the side to help keep himself and his mother afloat despite Fek underpaying him and the other youths. However, as nothing lasts forever and Fek ended up ditching the youths on Korlus after a bounty hunter had been reported to be on his trail from his previous years leaving Errol with a few credits and a different sense of himself. The gang that remained were scattered; some of Errol’s friends fell into drugs or ended up dead and the few that remained grew distant. Errol was seventeen.

With a few credits to his name and no huge skill-pool, Errol found himself at a disadvantage on Korlus and despite his desire to leave the planet he really didn’t have the means or a plan if he even did. However, that’s when luck spun in his favor as a newly established mercenary group by the name of Graymane decided to scout out potential individuals on Korlus as at this point Korlus’ growing human minority became something known. Graymane sported a “humans first” ideal much like the krogan-oriented Blood Pack dealt rarely with anybody but Vorcha and upon recruitment Errol went up to bat and looked around at the other potential recruits and challenged them with a bet, he could shoot better and further than every last one of them; and with his experience of shooting distance at his uncle’s farm and spotting for Fek proved him for the most-part right and the recruiter was somewhat impressed.

Following this Errol operated, learned, and garnered the thing he wanted so badly back when Fek left him on Korlus— a reputation, while small (the PMC company was also quite unknown) brought enough recognition. Often times on jobs he would operate as a scout or sniper as he kept an eye on situations before they turned sour. This is where Errol would learn fundamental combat skills outside of street scenarios, but much like Fek the Graymane PMC group didn’t stick around long enough; after four years the company got accused of criminal activity and began to go under investigation which perceived to have the bulk of its membership scatter and their founder, Robert Torviski went on the run from the authorities leaving Errol on Omega trying to pick his feet back up. But at least this time he had something of a reputation for being a “good shot for a human” as a Turian mercenary once commented.

For a year thereafter Errol attempted a “normal” life as he felt he was a little tired of running and being shot at between the odd jobs he took, Fek, and his time with Graymane. However uneasiness took over him as he attempted to sort out something a little more legitimate on Eden Prime, which was a planet that made him a little nostalgic for the days of the past. Thinking that he needed to be at war with something and on the move he decided to work in the occupation he was used to and returned to the "game". Eventually he fell in with a certain group.

Two years ago, we were well-known throughout the Terminus as the "Dashers", a motley rag-tag bunch of gunning, eager, thrill-seekers that were more likely to board a ship for fun instead of greed. Sure, we ran a "privateering" business and definitely needed to keep the goods rolling in for Omega, but as long as we met Aria T'Loak's quota for being her "business partners", she turned a blind eye to the way we handled things. The ice queen aside, we answered to our captain, Declan Calaway; a human with a penchant for suicide missions. Unfortunately, we were caught up in the aftermath of a deal-gone-bad. We had attracted the attention of the Alliance and they had managed to set us up in a sting operation involving another pirate crew in the Attican Traverse.

The ensuing struggle was futile. Our frigate didn't stand a chance against the trap the Alliance had set with a wolf pack and a cruiser. Isn't that special? They had a whole welcoming party for us. The captain eventually ordered everyone to abandon ship and flee. He would give himself up... but refused to let us be captured. In the end, our helmsman, Darcy Mansfield, was the only one that refused to abandon ship. The two of them decided on one final hurrah and aimed her at the cruiser for a direct ram. It was only supposed to be a scare tactic... The Alliance wolf pack flanked them and disabled the helm with a well-placed torpedo. Darcy died on impact, and Calaway was nearly torn out from the resulting vacuum. The Alliance got their infamous pirate, and we lost two friends.

Now, two years later, it seems that the captain has made a return...

| EQUIPMENT |

Devlon Industries Stinger Handgun (x2)
Elanus Risk Control Services Tempest Submachine Gun
Ariake Technologies Naginata Long Range Rifle
Combat Knife
Omni-Tool

[DirtyDingo]

A bit too heavy on the em dashes, and surprised I let this sit without revising it. Think this will be the last RP I'll fit into my schedule. :F

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ERROL VAHN

Hider

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| NAME |

Errol Vahn

| RACE |

Human

| Age |

30

| CLASS & ROLE |

Infiltrator // Marksman

| APPEARANCE |

Errol Vahn is about five foot seven and of fit, but nothing spectacular in build—he’s seemingly nothing much to scratch at and this has come into useful capacity when he comes into enemies who happen to under-estimate him due to his age, build, or appearance. He does not look like a marine, he does not smell like a marine, and he does not walk like a marine.

| BACKGROUND |

“The galaxy isn’t like the wild west, it is the wild west.”

Born to an interstellar businessman by the name of Miles Vahn, Errol was born & raised far from the human home-world of Earth and instead upon one of the vast colonial frontiers that began during this time. Errol’s father was an aggressive businessman who founded ErdeCo after liquidizing his properties on Earth as he believed that the only way to get in edgewise on companies like ExoGeni was to “put all of your cards on the table”. Laughed at by his former partners, Miles Vahn found himself desperate to make an impact on the galactic market that was colonial frontiers. As such Errol was born into a cosmic environment that was as underdeveloped as it was underpopulated. Growing up under the shadow of his father’s obsession to succeed in the galactic market was stressful as Errol found duties were being demanded of him straining the relationship with his parents even more. The immediate threat of hostile aliens, feral wildlife, social unrest, and criminal activity poised trouble to the growing community that ErdeCo had strived to create and one that they not only wanted to succeed—but needed to succeed. This behavior in Errol’s father would only continue to push his relationship with his wife further away at an exponential rate.

A young Errol would spend time at his uncle’s home on the colony— a general agriculture procurement, Alen Vahn, lived much simpler with the only threat being the rare fauna that would get out of hand. Enjoying his uncle’s stories of Earth was entrancing for Errol and he would begin to almost live at the farm during these years. During this time his uncle would teach him how to fire a rifle and to impress his relative he would adamantly strive to be better; for every day he stayed at the farm he shot targets and mended the farm to help his uncle. However, Alen Vahn grew sick and passed on from cancer-related struggles by the time Errol was eleven. A year later, ErdeCo had expanded their operations into a local habitat of violent and fast creatures which resulted in an entire team of laborers to lose their lives due to ErdeCo’s carelessness. The family members of these laborers began to riot while other residents threatened to leave if ErdeCo didn’t get its operations in check. This threat against his livelihood caused Miles Vahn to “protect his investment” and hired a PMC group as “quality control”; this PMC group was in actuality the Blue Suns. This would begin the “dark times” of the colony as the Blue Suns received benefits plus their rate of service and the group began testing how much they were allowed to do without consequences. But Errol’s father only cared about the critical and financial success of his investments and took no shame into admitting it. Stuck out on their own, the citizens were practically stuck in a corporate dictatorship and Errol’s mother snapped. Errol never saw the colony again as he was taken away from its madness to find himself on another planetary hell: Korlus.

Korlus was not much for improvement and the alien-centric world that bustled with crime as well as poverty led Errol to have a much harsher childhood than he would have had if he stayed with his father. But like his mother, he sort of saw the benefit of freedom; any freedom, over what they had back on the colony. As humanity was new to the galaxy, the population on Korlus had so few of them making it an uphill battle to survive as his mother struggled to find work and make ends meet. Errol himself at this time fell in with a bunch of other human youths who found themselves on Korlus in poverty and among racism and thus a sort of gang was created amongst them. It wasn’t long thereafter that Errol and his friends got caught up into something stupid— an alien named Ardot Fek.

Running with Ardot Fek, a self-proclaimed “supplier” of goods led Errol into a life of organized crime. Fek saw cheap manpower in the youths as well as a useful utility in their knack to steal things. At first they weren’t asked to do much outside of pocket a few things or spot competitors (and law enforcement), but eventually as they became more useful (and older) they ended up “graduating” to carrying firearms as Fek’s underpriced guards. Errol found himself killing for the first time no more than a month after he was given a firearm—he was shaken by the experience, but Fek talked him down from his repulsions and convinced him it was only adrenaline that he felt and not any false moral consequences. Soon enough, Errol was making enough credits on the side to help keep himself and his mother afloat despite Fek underpaying him and the other youths. However, as nothing lasts forever and Fek ended up ditching the youths on Korlus after a bounty hunter had been reported to be on his trail from his previous years leaving Errol with a few credits and a different sense of himself. The gang that remained were scattered; some of Errol’s friends fell into drugs or ended up dead and the few that remained grew distant. Errol was seventeen.

With a few credits to his name and no huge skill-pool, Errol found himself at a disadvantage on Korlus and despite his desire to leave the planet he really didn’t have the means or a plan if he even did. However, that’s when luck spun in his favor as a newly established mercenary group by the name of Graymane decided to scout out potential individuals on Korlus as at this point Korlus’ growing human minority became something known. Graymane sported a “humans first” ideal much like the krogan-oriented Blood Pack dealt rarely with anybody but Vorcha and upon recruitment Errol went up to bat and looked around at the other potential recruits and challenged them with a bet, he could shoot better and further than every last one of them; and with his experience of shooting distance at his uncle’s farm and spotting for Fek proved him for the most-part right and the recruiter was somewhat impressed.

Following this Errol operated, learned, and garnered the thing he wanted so badly back when Fek left him on Korlus— a reputation, while small (the PMC company was also quite unknown) brought enough recognition. Often times on jobs he would operate as a scout or sniper as he kept an eye on situations before they turned sour. This is where Errol would learn fundamental combat skills outside of street scenarios, but much like Fek the Graymane PMC group didn’t stick around long enough; after four years the company got accused of criminal activity and began to go under investigation which perceived to have the bulk of its membership scatter and their founder, Robert Torviski went on the run from the authorities leaving Errol on Omega trying to pick his feet back up. But at least this time he had something of a reputation for being a “good shot for a human” as a Turian mercenary once commented.

For a year thereafter Errol attempted a “normal” life as he felt he was a little tired of running and being shot at between the odd jobs he took, Fek, and his time with Graymane. However uneasiness took over him as he attempted to sort out something a little more legitimate on Eden Prime, which was a planet that made him a little nostalgic for the days of the past. Thinking that he needed to be at war with something and on the move he decided to work in the occupation he was used to and returned to the "game". Eventually he fell in with a certain group.

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| EQUIPMENT |

Devlon Industries Stinger Handgun (x2)
Elanus Risk Control Services Tempest Submachine Gun
Ariake Technologies Naginata Long Range Rifle
Combat Knife
Omni-Tool

@Gowi

I can see plenty of snatch references coming in the near future.

[Gowi]

I feel like I could’ve added more “work history” but I think it more than well-enough got the point across, haha. Yeah, looking forward to it.

[The Nebulous]

@DirtyDingo and @Gowi, your characters are accepted! I'll move them over to the Characters tab here shortly.

Before we begin, I'll go ahead and explain that the first post in this OOC thread will be amended to host a space for "objectives" that will assist in guiding us through the main plot (as well as "side missions" or "loyalty missions" -- which were a staple of the second game, and one that I wish to incorporate into this RP).

I'll also be editing the first post I made in the IC to include Declan actually arriving on Omega, pushing him into the next couple of scenes. Once I do, everyone is welcome to begin posting IC.

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UPDATE: All set! Extra information in the recently submitted character sheets was retained, but hidden in the spoiler that contains their appearances (I'm a stickler for uniformity :P ). The IC post has also been updated. You DO NOT have to match your average post length to that one! I only made it that long to set the tone for starting everything and build the atmosphere.

Everyone's characters should be starting on or arriving at Omega. You can either have them meet Declan at Afterlife, catch wind of his arrival, or wait for him to seek you out. Your choice. Trish pretty much has a fix on everyone's general whereabouts, so she can guide him to his old crew if need be.

[Gowi]

I’ll try to think of what Errol has been doing in the last solar week or three, but I’ll have him about somewhere on Omega and watnot.

[DirtyDingo]

Set us up nicely for a quick meet-up. :)

[Gowi]

Looking forward to see this get going.

[The Nebulous]

You gotta love the krogan! :D Just waiting on @Howler to post for Zik and then we can press.

[Howler]

There we are! All posted. I had Trish give him a call to get in contact with him, but if that doesn't end up working let me know--I'll edit it.

[DirtyDingo]

@Howler That was hilarious. Cracking writing there bud. @The Nebulous@Zorogami I'm gonna post up next responding to Abrax, then perhaps someone else upstairs could notice the commotion and call us up?

[Zorogami]

You gotta love the krogan!

@The Nebulous

Haha I'm glad you liked his intro, this is shaping up to becoming a very cool rp :D
Zik is already one of the funniest characters I've ever had the pleasure to read about

[Howler]

@Howler That was hilarious. Cracking writing there bud.

@DirtyDingo

Zik is already one of the funniest characters I've ever had the pleasure to read about

@Zorogami

Glad y'all enjoyed it, I certainly had fun going through yours. A good round of introductions, we're shaping up with a colorful cast!

[Gowi]

Salarian’s are a fun time.

[DirtyDingo]

Yay for erratic speech patterns.

[The Nebulous]

Okay! Now that I'm off of work and had a nap to rejunivate from Monday... I freaking loved Zik's introduction! It's not often that I'm legitimately impressed by someone's contribution to an RP. Nice job, @Howler.

@DirtyDingo sent me an excellent idea for a Loyalty Mission, so I'll be putting together some notes in my journal for how I can best incorporate that into the flow of the story once we get going. If you want to post next, Dingo, go right ahead. I'll wait until you do to present a cue for everyone to begin converging.

[Gowi]

Okay! Now that I'm off of work and had a nap to rejunivate from Monday... I freaking loved Zik's introduction! It's not often that I'm legitimately impressed by someone's contribution to an RP. Nice job, @Howler.

@The Nebulous

Oh.

[The Nebulous]

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Oh.

@Gowi

...Who are you?

jk. xD

I liked Errol's intro, too! As a matter of fact, I meant to ask you about the MRE reference: are you former/active military by chance? There aren't many that joke about their taste (or lack thereof) without some history with them.

[Gowi]

I liked Errol's intro, too! As a matter of fact, I meant to ask you about the MRE reference: are you former/active military by chance? There aren't many that joke about their taste (or lack thereof) without some history with them.

Nope, pretty hokey civilian writer whose only experience with the military is Tom Clancy novels [among other authors of the genre in literature, anime, and film], a few friends who serve, and a lot of research to add authenticity to my characters. But given Errol was a former mercenary I thought dropping the MRE reference would seem pretty apt.