What's a character you've never seen portrayed or an idea you've never seen that you'd like too?
I've been trying for ages to do a take on Ghost Rider that doesn't speak, but communicates by generating an ambient soundtrack of classic heavy metal songs. Sadly, once I get past the initial concept, I have no idea what to do with it.
As for characters I've never seen portrayed, I imagine one could do an awful lot playing Lois Lane or Jimmy Olsen as a dedicated protagonist rather than an NPC.
"Sooo....on the Number Four, the Big Belly Double-Triple Cheeseburger....does that come with cheese?"
".....it's a cheeseburger."
".....so no?"
The withering glare that Rachel Roth gave the fat balding man on the other side of the counter could have curdled milk, but its effects were completely lost on him, as he scratched underneath the folds of his substantial gut that drooped out from the bottom of his shirt.
"Oh, right, right," he nodded with what must have been a painfully rare moment of clarity. "So, what kind of cheeses do you have?"
"Calling it 'cheese' would be generous," Rachel began, "But according to the packaging at least, we have American, Swiss, cheddar, and 'fiesta.'"
The fat man nodded absently, before declaring "I'll take mine with Pepper Jack."
Once again, the pale, purple-haired girl fixed him with a glare that could strip the paint off a car, then reiterated, "We have American, Swiss, ch--"
"Friend Rachel!" Kori exclaimed as she practically erupted from the break room, a soda cup filled to the brim with mustard in her hand and a bright yellow smudge on her lips, "I have the most glorious of news! I believe I now have the solution for our financial worries!"
Rachel raised an eyebrow, turning to her friend and ignoring the fat guy at the counter, and the twenty other people in line behind him. "You've discovered the secret to overthrowing the stranglehold of the corrupt and exploitative ruling class in order to bring about a worker's paradise?"
"No, but I have learned of an exciting business opportunity!" she beamed. "During my allotted fifteen-minute breaking of the room of baths, I was speaking to our co-worker Trevor..."
"The one who keeps trying to take pictures of your butt when he thinks you're not looking?"
"Yes, the same!" Kori nodded enthusiastically, her cup of mustard sloshing over. "He suggested that we engage in the starting of a small business, and said that we could make the fortunes! According to the Trevor, we would be perfect for selling ventilation equipment!"
"...ventilation equipment?"
"Uhhh, excuse me," the fat man at the counter muttered, "I'd still like to order a--"
"One second," Rachel dismissed him before turning back to Kori. "Trevor thinks we should sell ventilation equipment?"
"Oh yes, he was very enthusiastic about it! He said we should sell exclusively ventilation equipment!"
"Wait a second," Rachel's expression soured. "...'exclusively ventilation equipment?' What did he say, exactly?"
"His words with exactness were 'you two could make tons doing Only Fans!'"
"Of course," Rachel gave a deflated sigh. "First off, no, we are absolutely not doing that. Second of all, that has nothing to do with air conditioning."
"Then I have the confusion," Kori puzzled. "If 'only fans' does not mean selling equipment for conditioning of the air, then what is it?"
"It's...." Rachel stopped herself, looked back to the line of people, then back at her expectant friend, "it's...just come here, it's--"
Rachel whispered the answer into Kori's ear, and the orange-skinned girl went pale with shock.
"....oh," she managed, before her expression brightened. "Oh, that is even easier than selling ventilation equipment! We--"
"Absolutely not."
"Hey, can I please--"
"Number four with Pepper Jack that this restaurant chain has never carried, got it," she turned back to the register. "Will that be for here or to go?"
The fat man sputtered indignantly for a moment, and then with a thunderous crash, the ceiling collapsed.
The dining room of the Big Belly Burger filled with dust and rubble as people screamed and ran for cover, trying to scramble under tables or hide in the bathroom.
"Oh, thank God," Rachel muttered to herself, as the sudden violent burst of destruction at least broke up the mind-numbing tedium of her part-time job. When Sartre said 'hell is other people,' he must have been thinking of the fast food industry.
A tall, imposing figure floated down from the makeshift hole in the ceiling. A powerhouse with rippling muscles, purple skin, gleaming orange eyes, and a foot-tall, neatly-cropped mohawk.
"At long last, I have found your hiding place, Princess Koriand'r," the figure boomed. "I am Kallark, warrior of the Shi'ar Empire and supreme leader of the Imperial Guard. As per the bargain made between the Majestrix and Komand'r of Tamaran, you are to return with me to the Empire, to be my concubine. I offer you a choice: come peacefully, or watch the people of this world suffer."
Kori's sunny expression hardened as she wiped the mustard away from her lips, and engulfed her body in a flash of bright green light. In an instant, her tacky Big Belly Burger uniform was gone, replaced with the violet and silver dress of the Tamaranian royal family.
"I am not your property to take, Kallark," Princess Koriand'r challenged as she rose in the air to level with him, "And the people of this world are not the property of your empire. I offer you a choice: leave peacefully now, or be destroyed."
Kallark smirked at the Princess's challenge. "You have spirit, girl, but in time you will learn that--....you, pale one, what are you doing?"
Rachel stood at the counter register, pressing buttons.
"Clocking us out," she explained, before the air grew cold and shadows swirled around her. "The manager said we can't kick your ass on company time...."
Rachel Roth / Princess Koriand’r “Kori Anders” ♦ High School Students / Fast Food Employees ♦ Jump City, California, USA ♦ Unaffiliated
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"When there’s trouble, you know who to call…"
”GHOST BUSTERS!”
”No, Kori, we worked on this, you call--….whatever….”
”My apologies. Correction: you call the WHAT EVER!”
Rachel Roth and Princess Koriand’r are about as different as can be. One is an eternal optimist, the other is a perennial pessimist. One is cheerful, friendly, and outgoing, the other is gloomy, sarcastic and withdrawn. One is the exiled princess of the planet Tamaran in the Vega star system, the other is the half-human daughter of the demon lord Trigon destined to lay waste to all worlds. One would think these two would never find enough common ground to become friends, let alone best friends, but stranger and more ridiculous things tend to happen when they are around.
Ever since Kori’s escape pod crash-landed on Earth a year ago—and by a staggering coincidence, landing right on top of a group of cultists who were attempting to abduct Rachel for their own nefarious purposes—the two have found their lives inextricably tangled. Be it demon-worshipping cults who want to sacrifice them, shady government or corporate organizations who want to brainwash them, mad scientists who want to dissect them, alien warlords who want to enslave them, super-villains who want to annihilate them, or an endless parade of jerks and perverts who just want to screw them, Rachel and Kori—operating publicly under the aliases Raven and Starfire –can’t seem to stay out of trouble. In the precious little downtime they have between dealing with all the various crises in Jump City, Kori has agreed to help Rachel unravel the mysteries of her past and master her newfound powers, while Rachel has agreed to help Kori find a way back to her home planet to liberate it from her treacherous sister Blackfire, all while attempting to achieve some semblance of a normal life in the margins.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
I am a huge fan of both of these characters, at least in their incarnations from the one cartoon that everyone actually likes, but I haven't really been a fan of any other iteration of them. DC seems to have no idea how to handle what, in my opinion, should be an easy home-run by keeping them as an odd-couple/buddy-cop duo. And while yes, I am a dirty old man with all the class and sophistication of an episode of the Benny Hill Show, I want to do more with these two than just lean on the "tee-hee, boobies" humor that I did last time I wrote them. I think I can tell some pretty entertaining character-driven stories with these two, especially since having the cosmic and occult sides of both the Marvel and DC universes gives me a lot to play with.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
The Williams Family: Rachel's current foster family, who are supportive, caring, and wholesome to the point where it's almost nauseating. Alice and Jack Williams have taken in several foster kids over the years, and were all too happy to take in a troubled teen and make a difference in her life. Though they really do wish she'd outgrow all this demonic nonsense and join them on Sundays at the First Brotherhood Church.
Chief Stella Gomez: The no-nonsense chief of the Jump City Police Department, Stella more often than not finds herself cleaning up the mess left behind by the various crises that befall her city. She doesn't have a particularly high opinion of costumed vigilantes and so-called superheroes as it is, let alone a pair of superpowered teenagers who barely know what they're doing.
Kitten Van Cleer: The pampered princess of Jump City High, and queen mean-girl who takes delight in making life miserable for rejects and weirdos like Rachel and Kori. Her father, the millionaire philanthropist Cameron van Cleer (real name Drury Walker), secretly makes his fortunes as the minor super-villain Killer Moth.
Silkie: Kori's pet mutated caterpillar...thing, liberated from Killer Moth. It is both adorable and revolting at the same time, and usually has to be hidden from the general public.
Blackfire: Kori's older sister, Komand'r, the despotic Empress of Tamaran. Always jealous of the love and attention her sister received from their parents, Komand'r betrayed the royal family and sold their world out to the militaristic Shi'ar Empire, in exchange for being made planetary governor. Knowing that Kori is still out there, however, has made Blackfire paranoid, and she has dispatched agents to have her sister destroyed once and for all.
Brother Blood: The leader of a vast and powerful cult with members all over the world, Brother Blood claims to be the high priest of the demon lord Trigon, and has promised his followers incredible wealth and power in the world to come. He is obsessed with capturing Raven and bringing her into the fold, the 'Daughter of Darkness' that will bring about Trigon's reign on Earth. As if his enormous wealth and army of fanatics weren't bad enough, he is also a vampire, with all of the powers and abilities that come with it.
Psimon: A high-ranking member of the shadowy organization HIVE, Psimon is a powerful telepath who has been tasked with capturing Raven and Starfire and 're-educating' them.
Jinx: Psimon's right-hand operative, Jinx is a devious, mischievous, and slightly sadistic probability-bender who delights in causing others misfortune. She also has something of a one-way personal grudge against Raven, since as far as she sees it, the HIVE only needs one 'witch girl' in their ranks.
Mammoth: HIVE's heavy-hitter, usually paired with Jinx as a brains-and-brawn duo. He's as solid as a mountain...and about as smart as one.
Killer Moth: Millionaire philanthropist Cameron van Cleen by day, terrifying mutated super-criminal Killer Moth by night. Despite the name, Killer Moth is more interested in acts of robbery than actual killing, but he has no problem endangering lives to get his way. He dotes on his vicious brat of a daughter Kitten constantly, and has a deep-seeded vendetta against Starfire for embarrassing Kitten at last year's prom.
The Mad Mod: A disgraced fashion mogul inexplicably turned super-criminal after stumbling onto a cache of weapons and gadgets intended for the HIVE organization, Neil Richards has set out to punish the people of Jump City for "crimes against fashion." He is more of an annoyance than any sort of actual threat, but he tends to make quite a scene whenever he appears.
Doctor Light: The worst of Jump City's supervillains, if only for his personality. While Arthur Light is an extremely dangerous foe with a long list of photo-kinetic abilities ranging from lasers to invisibility, he is most infamous for being a lecherous pervert that even the other villains want nothing to do with.
S A M P L E P O S T:
"Sooo....on the Number Four, the Big Belly Double-Triple Cheeseburger....does that come with cheese?"
".....it's a cheeseburger."
".....so no?"
The withering glare that Rachel Roth gave the fat balding man on the other side of the counter could have curdled milk, but its effects were completely lost on him, as he scratched underneath the folds of his substantial gut that drooped out from the bottom of his shirt.
"Oh, right, right," he nodded with what must have been a painfully rare moment of clarity. "So, what kind of cheeses do you have?"
"Calling it 'cheese' would be generous," Rachel began, "But according to the packaging at least, we have American, Swiss, cheddar, and 'fiesta.'"
The fat man nodded absently, before declaring "I'll take mine with Pepper Jack."
Once again, the pale, purple-haired girl fixed him with a glare that could strip the paint off a car, then reiterated, "We have American, Swiss, ch--"
"Friend Rachel!" Kori exclaimed as she practically erupted from the break room, a soda cup filled to the brim with mustard in her hand and a bright yellow smudge on her lips, "I have the most glorious of news! I believe I now have the solution for our financial worries!"
Rachel raised an eyebrow, turning to her friend and ignoring the fat guy at the counter, and the twenty other people in line behind him. "You've discovered the secret to overthrowing the stranglehold of the corrupt and exploitative ruling class in order to bring about a worker's paradise?"
"No, but I have learned of an exciting business opportunity!" she beamed. "During my allotted fifteen-minute breaking of the room of baths, I was speaking to our co-worker Trevor..."
"The one who keeps trying to take pictures of your butt when he thinks you're not looking?"
"Yes, the same!" Kori nodded enthusiastically, her cup of mustard sloshing over. "He suggested that we engage in the starting of a small business, and said that we could make the fortunes! According to the Trevor, we would be perfect for selling ventilation equipment!"
"...ventilation equipment?"
"Uhhh, excuse me," the fat man at the counter muttered, "I'd still like to order a--"
"One second," Rachel dismissed him before turning back to Kori. "Trevor thinks we should sell ventilation equipment?"
"Oh yes, he was very enthusiastic about it! He said we should sell exclusively ventilation equipment!"
Rachel's expression soured. "...'exclusively ventilation equipment?' What did he say, exactly?"
"His words with exactness were 'you two could make tons doing Only Fans!'"
"Of course," Rachel gave a deflated sigh. "First off, no, we are absolutely not doing that. Second of all, that has nothing to do with air conditioning."
"Then I have the confusion," Kori puzzled. "If 'only fans' does not mean selling equipment for conditioning of the air, then what is it?"
"It's...." Rachel stopped herself, looked back to the line of people, then back at her expectant friend, "it's...just come here, it's--"
Rachel whispered the answer into Kori's ear, and the orange-skinned girl went pale with shock.
"....oh," she managed, before her expression brightened. "Oh, that is even easier than selling ventilation equipment! We--"
"Absolutely not."
"Hey, can I please--"
"Number four with Pepper Jack that this restaurant chain has never carried, got it," she turned back to the register. "Will that be for here or to go?"
The fat man sputtered indignantly for a moment, and then with a thunderous crash, the ceiling collapsed.
The dining room of the Big Belly Burger filled with dust and rubble as people screamed and ran for cover, trying to scramble under tables or hide in the bathroom.
"Oh, thank God," Rachel muttered to herself, as the sudden violent burst of destruction at least broke up the mind-numbing tedium of her part-time job. When Sartre said 'hell is other people,' he must have been thinking of the fast food industry.
A tall, imposing figure floated down from the makeshift hole in the ceiling. A powerhouse with rippling muscles, purple skin, gleaming orange eyes, and a foot-tall, neatly-cropped mohawk.
"At long last, I have found your hiding place, Princess Koriand'r," the figure boomed. "I am Kallark, warrior of the Shi'ar Empire and supreme leader of the Imperial Guard. As per the bargain made between the Majestrix and Komand'r of Tamaran, you are to return with me to the Empire, to be my concubine. I offer you a choice: come peacefully, or watch the people of this world suffer."
Kori's sunny expression hardened as she wiped the mustard away from her lips, and engulfed her body in a flash of bright green light. In an instant, her tacky Big Belly Burger uniform was gone, replaced with the violet and silver dress of the Tamaranian royal family.
"I am not your property to take, Kallark," Princess Koriand'r challenged as she rose in the air to level with him, "And the people of this world are not the property of your empire. I offer you a choice: leave peacefully now, or be destroyed."
Kallark smirked at the Princess's challenge. "You have spirit, girl, but in time you will learn that--....you, pale one, what are you doing?"
Rachel stood at the counter register, pressing buttons.
"Clocking us out," she explained, before the air grew cold and shadows swirled around her. "The manager said we can't kick your ass on company time...."
"Yes, another going of the around! Another glorious fighting against the evil!"
"...and against the forces of the author's short attention span, and leering thirsty fanboys..."
"Oh, the boys of fan are dehydrated?! We must provide them with potable water!"
"No, Starfire, that's not what that means, it's--"
"Where is the nearest water source? Perhaps the swimming pool, or the beach, or the shower? How many people can fit in the shower with us, friend Raven? We must experiment, for the good of all!"
Added a quick write-up about Wrathchild's Wolverine, as well as including a record sheet from Solaris Skunkwerks, and included MekHQ Personnel Cards for her, Pops, Sunny, and Diego.
Went hard on the Techs and Astechs so decided they deserved a fresh post. I shall add some text in a bit to add some depth to them.
Edit 1: Added some notes for the characters, will write it up properly soon.
Edit 2: Mech Tech mostly done, 5 Astechs to go.
Name: Benedito Davids Nickname/Callsign: Age: 37 Gender: Male Crew Position: Mech Tech Rank: Sergeant Nationality: Horatius, Marian Hegemony
Appearance:
Biographical History:
Davids is a native of Horatius, a medium sized planet of the Marian Hegemony, known largely for a faltering arms manufacturing facility. Raised on dreams of a burgeoning empire destined for greatness, once, once Davids would admit he truly believed in the words of a modern-day Caesar. The son of a bandit. The son of a long line of bandits.
under the absolute rule of a modern-day Caesar, Marius O'Reilly
signed up with a Marian pirate crew mixed lot gentleman and ex-nobles impoverished farmers scum they were "starfarers", bands of brothers -and sisters with few illusions of what life was really like or where it would lead them as a mech technician, he claimed a share and half of all plunder Marian privateer, the legendary or infamous, raided across the Periphery, crossed swords with the Magistracy Armed Forces raided across the Free Worlds League, found himself fighting a losing battle against forces of the Free Worlds League Military captured by
attached main strike unit, Ridge Riders participated in the disastrous raid on the Lyran world of Algorab in 30200 watched over half of his regiment perish on Algorab V only the Ridge Riders and Second's command staff made it off planet alive three years of bitter rebuilding followed now reduced to almost two full companies of green recruits and a recon battalion with barely more experience transferred to the Capellan front in 3024 deserted soon after worked his way through a string of dubious mercenary companies made his way to Galatea personally hired by Ziska
Personality:
Davids is a taciturn mech technician, prone to long bouts of melancholy. A man of many memories and obvious regrets, he is a soul certain of his own damnation. Unlike many a scoundrel racing headfirst towards their own death in hopes of redemption, Davids is instead merely resigned to the fact that most of the people in the Inner Sphere would prefer to see him hanged if they knew his full past.
He is shaped by most of a lifetime of piracy, more than two decades spent raiding planets scattered across the stars. A harsh disciplinarian, Davids is unafraid to use carefully employed brutality and even in his middle years he is a leader convinced of the importance of absolute obedience. Aware of the consequences of failure, he endeavors to run a tight ship. Calm, cool, and capable of great violence, should it be needed, he is a quietly intimidating figure on the DropShip. Like Ziska, there is a touch of the wilderness of the Periphery on him and the pair easily fall into the unspoken, sometimes strange, and decidedly unfamiliar (to most of the crew) habits of periphery pirates.
Woe be it to anyone found in dereliction of their duty, regardless of rank, as Davids has little patience when faced with behavior that threatens the current venture. Although he is generally satisfied with Ziska and her conduct as an officer, he is known to engage in loud screaming matches with his nominal superior when he determines she is becoming too relaxed.
Name: Anica Kesi Nickname/Callsign: Age: 25 Gender: Female Crew Position: Astech Rank: Corporal Nationality: New Delphi, New Delphi Compact
I ironed out a few of my concepts by using this Random Assignment Table; hopefully that'll come in handy for other players.
Name: Lena von Kemp Nickname/Callsign: Wrathchild Age: 23 Gender: Female Crew Position: Mechwarrior Nationality: expatriate of the Barony of Strang, Periphery
Biographical History: Lena was born in the one-world "empire" of the Barony of Strang, formerly of the Rim Worlds Republic. The Von Strang family, descended from a lackey of the infamous Stefan Amaris, had ruled over their pocket kingdom with an iron fist, gaining vast wealth through the planet's unusually high carbon deposits, and therefore a massive amount of naturally occurring diamonds. Lena von Kemp was raised by a miner family, spending her childhood in the cockpit of her parents' RCL-1 MiningMech- partially so she could learn the controls and continue to earn the family a living, and partially to avoid the predations of other miners or their corrupt superiors. In addition, she learned how to repair equipment from the Mech's technician, an older man everyone only ever called 'Pops,' and learned how to fight in endless scraps with bullies and other kids her age, which would in turn help her look after her younger siblings, Sunny and Diego. While her upbringing was not a particularly happy one, her family were honest people who did their best to protect Lena and her siblings from the cruelty of the wider world.
Sadly, such cruelty could not be avoided forever. Lena's mother was gunned down during a worker revolt, and her father took to drinking, which led to his death when he attempted to pilot the MiningMech while intoxicated. At fifteen, Lena began piloting the MiningMech herself, picking up shifts to try and pay off the family's debts. Eventually, the insane planetary governor Otto Von Strang declared it was time to reclaim Rim Worlds Republic territory from the Lyran Commonwealth, and began drafting anyone capable of piloting a Mech of any kind. At eighteen, Lena was swept up into the Barony Guard, and was placed in the cockpit of a Quasit MilitiaMech to carry out raids on the Lyran border.
These raids were, in short, an utter disaster. House Steiner Mechwarriors cut the Barony Guard to pieces with little effort, the Baron's half-trained raiders in barely functional machinery no match for professional House warriors in full-fledged Battlemechs. This catastrophe, however, was the best thing that could have happened to Lena. The Guard's support cadre had included her old technician Pops, and her siblings had stowed away on the DropShip with him. Rather than follow the rest of the militia to another disaster, Pops, Sunny, and Diego abandoned the crew, seeking out Lena's ruined Quasit to rescue her. As the Barony Guard fled the planet and the Steiner Mechwarriors pursued, the four of them found themselves stranded on a new world, but now free of the oppressive yoke of Von Strang and able to decide their own destinies.
For a time, they traveled around in merchant caravans, hopping from JumpShip to DropShip with no real allegiance to anything but each other. At 21, Lena arrived on Galatea, the Mercenary Star, and signed on with a small command named Marley's Misfits. While initially she came on as a technician apprenticing under Pops, Lena found the cockpit of a Mech too inviting to ignore, and began sneaking into simulator pods during her downtime. Her scores over the next two years were competent enough to get Marley Swanson's attention, and as luck would have it, an unfortunate Wolverine pilot under her command had taken a PPC to the head, leaving an otherwise operational 'Mech in sudden need of a pilot.
At 23, Lena von Kemp has officially signed on to the active roster as a 'Mech pilot, using the callsign "Wrathchild," though her lack of formal training makes many hesitant to call her a "true" Mechwarrior. Still, seeing the opportunity to provide Sunny and Diego with enough money to lead a better life, as well as the opportunity to work out some of her personal issues by way of military ordnance, Lena is determined to prove that she belongs in a 'Mech cockpit, whatever the cost.
Personality: Lena is often serious to the point of standoffish, with little sense of humor and a short fuse. The only people she warms up around are her brother and sister, and her technician/mentor Pops. Despite an attitude that may come off as curt or harsh, Lena is also determined to prove herself worthy to the other Mechwarriors and especially to Marley Swanson, leading her to act rashly, even recklessly, if she thinks it will leave a good impression. She is deeply uncomfortable around anything involving nobles or high society, and will go out of her way to avoid long conversations.
Since she had spent so long toiling on a miserable world, Lena compulsively buys anything that reminds her of better places than where she grew up. Any personal space she has, from her bunk to her cockpit, is stuffed with knickknacks and souvenirs that she picks up along the way, and she is intensely territorial about her stuff. More than anything, though, she is fiercely protective of her brother and sister, and will go to virtually any lengths to keep them safe.
Asset Name: Wolverine WVR-6R Asset Nickname: "Freebooter" Asset Type: Medium Battlemech Asset Tonnage: 55 Asset Weaponry: GM Whirlwind Autocannon/5 (Right Arm) Harpoon-6 Short-Range Missile Launcher (Left Torso) Magna MkII Medium Laser (Head) Asset Equipment: 5 Northrup 1200 Jump Jets Tek Battlecom Sensor System 12 HartfordCo Industries Heat Sinks
The Wolverine was developed as a fast strike BattleMech, one which could take part in missions requiring speed and firepower but too hazardous for lighter recon 'Mechs. Although meeting all the requirements for just such a machine, the Wolverine has since become known for its versatility and is considered a jack of all trades throughout the Inner Sphere. With the same electronics package as the Phoenix Hawk and mobility that allows it to keep up with most medium 'Mechs, the Wolverine is often used for command purposes when working with medium units, in spite of the terrible visibility and cramped cockpit due to the placement of the head-mounted weaponry.
This particular Wolverine is registered as having stepped off the assembly line in the mid 2840s, rushed out to service during the height of the Second Succession War. Built by Gibson Federated Battlemechs for the Free Worlds League, it was given the nickname "Freebooter"-- a synonym for a pirate or raider-- as it was first used by a Marik regiment to raid Steiner worlds. Freebooter's first Mechwarrior was killed in action, salvaged by the Lyrans, and used against Marik until the end of the Second Succession War. Its service records are spotty from there on, but at some point it was sold by the Steiners to a now long-defunct mercenary command, and changed hands from owner to owner ever since, eventually finding its way into a 'Mech bay for Marley's Misfits.
Because the Wolverine is such a popular and versatile 'Mech, Freebooter has never wanted for spare parts even after centuries of technological backslide, and because of this it has been refitted and refurbished countless times in its service. In all likelihood, by now the 'Mech is made of more replacement parts than original, the latest of which is a new cockpit after its previous pilot, Reggie "Shorty" Stiltson, was incinerated by a stray PPC blast to the head. Now assigned to Lena von Kemp, Freebooter is now fully operational once again, and ready to continue its long years of service.
Asset Crew/Staff:
"Pops": Lena's personal technician, as well as mentor and ersatz father-figure, Pops is an irritable old coot who couldn't be more different from Lena. Where Lena is reserved and keeps to herself, Pops is loud, brash, and will let everyone in a ten-klick radius know when he's got an opinion about something. He also may or may not run a small still in the Mech bay to make moonshine out of ethanol fuel.
Sunshine "Sunny" and Diego von Kemp: Lena's younger brother and sister. The two were infants when their parents died, so Lena has looked after them their entire lives. While Pops has tried to show them how to make themselves useful as technicians, the two seem more interested in causing mischief and playing pranks.
What's the general tech level for these mercs? Are we playing more "authentic" 3025, where Mechs are considered extremely rare and they're mostly held together by duct tape and wishful thinking, or are we playing it more like the Harebrained Schemes Battletech, where we have access to top-of-the-line custom machines? Or somewhere in between?
Hound55
Cyberlad
Retired
Half Pint
mickilennial
Ezekiel
Master Bruce
PrinceAlexus
Pilatus
Chronic
