so I'm not smart and accidentally posted my CS straight to the character page. sorry!
EDIT: I can move that or repost it here if you want I am so sorry!
EDIT: I can move that or repost it here if you want I am so sorry!
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Name: Corina Chun
Appearance: A powerfully built muscular woman at 5’10. She has pale white skin and dark black, military cut hair. Corina has hard, jagged facial features, and is often confused to be scowling when she isn’t. Overall, a quite intimidating appearance.
Rarely found wearing anything other than military wear.
Age: 28
Race: Wildtype
Citizenship: Horizon
Personality: A strong willed career soldier that rarely lets her emotions get the best of her. Corina has a great respect for authority and power, and is obedient to a fault. When given a command by a superior, her only thoughts are of the strategic and tactical ramifications of the order. Orders in a morally grey area tend to haunt her, though Corina will carry them out anyways. Over the years she’s developed a reputation as one of the best soldiers around.
Away from the battlefield, Corina is not much different. She is often viewed as cold and mechanical. Many find her difficult to talk to, as she rarely lets personal sentiments get in the way of her role as a soldier. However, those that have been by her side in battle typically find that she is somewhat friendlier towards them, and will occasionally go out of her way to help them if they need help.
History: Corina’s grandfather and great-grandfather fought in the Race Wars for the Federation, starting large military family that has served both the Federation and Horizon. Her mother, a soldier following in Corina’s grandfather’s footsteps, and her father, once a small-time politician within the Federation, defected to Horizon once the Quantums ended their period of slavery, along with other members of her family. Corina’s nuclear family was raised entirely in Horizon.
The youngest of four, Corina was the only sibling to follow the family military tradition. The military life suited her, and Corina quickly became an excellent foot soldier. During her time on the ground, Corina was often stationed in unstable areas within Horizon and tasked with containing those rare racially-charged violent conflicts in the nation.
Theme Song:
This.
Cog: Farfalla
Physical Description:
More or less what you see here, except painted in a black and grey digital camo pattern and minus the “wings” on the back. Maybe they could be thrown on later?
Tactical role: All-around Support
Evaluation:
Wishlist:
Appearance: A powerfully built muscular woman at 5’10. She has pale white skin and dark black, military cut hair. Corina has hard, jagged facial features, and is often confused to be scowling when she isn’t. Overall, a quite intimidating appearance.
Rarely found wearing anything other than military wear.
Age: 28
Race: Wildtype
Citizenship: Horizon
Personality: A strong willed career soldier that rarely lets her emotions get the best of her. Corina has a great respect for authority and power, and is obedient to a fault. When given a command by a superior, her only thoughts are of the strategic and tactical ramifications of the order. Orders in a morally grey area tend to haunt her, though Corina will carry them out anyways. Over the years she’s developed a reputation as one of the best soldiers around.
Away from the battlefield, Corina is not much different. She is often viewed as cold and mechanical. Many find her difficult to talk to, as she rarely lets personal sentiments get in the way of her role as a soldier. However, those that have been by her side in battle typically find that she is somewhat friendlier towards them, and will occasionally go out of her way to help them if they need help.
History: Corina’s grandfather and great-grandfather fought in the Race Wars for the Federation, starting large military family that has served both the Federation and Horizon. Her mother, a soldier following in Corina’s grandfather’s footsteps, and her father, once a small-time politician within the Federation, defected to Horizon once the Quantums ended their period of slavery, along with other members of her family. Corina’s nuclear family was raised entirely in Horizon.
The youngest of four, Corina was the only sibling to follow the family military tradition. The military life suited her, and Corina quickly became an excellent foot soldier. During her time on the ground, Corina was often stationed in unstable areas within Horizon and tasked with containing those rare racially-charged violent conflicts in the nation.
Theme Song:
This.
Cog: Farfalla
Physical Description:
More or less what you see here, except painted in a black and grey digital camo pattern and minus the “wings” on the back. Maybe they could be thrown on later?
Tactical role: All-around Support
Evaluation:
- Cog Score: 7
- Pilot Skill: 8
- Mental Fortitude: 9
- Obedience: 10
- Arm-Mounted Multi-Purpose Weapon System, or the AMMP for short. The AMMP has two parts: the left arm, which deals in Mass Weaponry, and the right arm, which utilizes beam technology.
- AMMP-L: The left arm has three firing modes. The first is a high caliber, medium ranged heavy rifle that deals a high damage output. A single round could destroy a moderately armored target, but the drawback of the rifle firing mode is that it has an incredibly slow rate of fire, at just 10 rounds per minute. The second firing mode is a small caliber, extremely high rate of fire machine gun, limited by its short range, relatively weak stopping power, and tendency to overheat if fired continuously. The machine gun fires at almost 2500 rounds per minute, achieved by utilizing four separate barrels firing in tandem. The final firing mode is a grenade launcher that operates at medium range. The travel time of the grenade launcher is very long, so enemy movement must be predictable in order to be used effectively. The grenade launcher can fire standard high explosive grenades, smoke grenades, or incendiary grenades.
- AMMP-R: The right arm has only two fire modes, similar to the first two of AMMP-L. The first fire mode is a high caliber cannon, similar to the rifle on AMMP-L, except it fires at 15 rounds per minute. The second is a machine gun similar to that on the AMMP-L as well, firing at 1500 rounds per minute and utilizing three different barrels.
- Anti-beam Multi-Mech Field: An anti-beam field that can effectively shield up to two mechs in addition to Farfalla, but they must remain at close range. At full power it has negative effects on Farfalla’s firepower and movement speed, but not much.
- Missile defense sytem: Launches high intensity flares in an attempt to redirect missiles.
- Heavily armored in order to sustain large amounts of damage. Makes Farfalla somewhat slow moving, but used in tandem with the thrusters allows Farfalla to take hits for allies.
- High intensity thrusters that can be used in very short bursts.
Wishlist:
- AMMP shield attachment: AMMP-L would be able to lay down a front-facing wall of armor, while AMMP-L would be able to deploy a front-facing anti-beam shield that can be used for additional cover.
- Farfalla’s wings: While not strictly “wings,” they would be vertical thrusters that allow Farfalla to take to the air and hover for a period of time.
- A reaaaally long list of various upgrades made to AMMP and the thrusters and such.
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you'll find out soon hopefully! I'm a terribly slow writer and hopefully I'll be done soon.
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no worries! I'm completely happy with how it's working out so far, actually. with how I've already written my character, having a support cog fits right in line with her.
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hmm. I think I'm gonna go for a support cog, in that case.
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so for the sake of diversity, we've got the beamspam cog and the close quarters assassin cog? just wanna be clear so I can wrap up my CS soon.
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I'm gonna get started working on a CS right now! 1:40 AM, but I have a terrible sleep schedule already so.
Ashei dropped her grin as soon as the guns started being waved around. She kicked her legs up and threw herself over the bar, taking cover behind it. She drew her Tempest and took a quick mental evaluation of the situation. With the firepower they were throwing around, Ashei was virtually useless at such close range. She holstered her SMG before cloaking and making her way as far to the back of the bar as she could.
From the back of the bar, she was well out of range of the shotguns, though the assault rifles would pose a problem. In such a close-quarter environment, Ashei would have to depend almost entirely on her powers and the other mercs she was supposed to be working with. She drew her Viper and took a shot at one of the assailants ducked behind one of the overturned tables. Ashei's cloak deactivated from after the shot, forcing her back down behind the bar. The round ripped straight through the table and hit her target in the shoulder, knocking him down, but it didn't take him out of the fight.
In the same moment, Ashei used her omni tool to overheat the weapon of a mercenary that had decided to point his weapon at her; hopefully that would buy her enough time to either relocate or let the firefight take care of itself.
From the back of the bar, she was well out of range of the shotguns, though the assault rifles would pose a problem. In such a close-quarter environment, Ashei would have to depend almost entirely on her powers and the other mercs she was supposed to be working with. She drew her Viper and took a shot at one of the assailants ducked behind one of the overturned tables. Ashei's cloak deactivated from after the shot, forcing her back down behind the bar. The round ripped straight through the table and hit her target in the shoulder, knocking him down, but it didn't take him out of the fight.
In the same moment, Ashei used her omni tool to overheat the weapon of a mercenary that had decided to point his weapon at her; hopefully that would buy her enough time to either relocate or let the firefight take care of itself.
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I'm interested!
Illium, a week earlier
“Are you sure about this? What if it’s a setup?”
“Shit, Laira, you’re my best friend, not my mother. Besides, this meet is on Omega. Everything there is a goddamn setup. I’ll keep you updated as often as I can.”
“Ashei…” Laira sighed. She leaned back onto the couch, throwing her feet onto its clearly expensive leather. “I worry about you, you know. You couldn’t have picked a safer line of work?”
Ashei laughed. She stood up from the couch, picking up her rifle case in the process. “Girl, then I would never have saved your sorry ass. You should be thanking me eternally,” Ashei shot with a feisty smirk.
“Saving me doesn’t really count if you only killed my attacker for a job, asshole,” Laira shot back with an equally feisty smirk. Hell, if being an assassin wasn’t so damn dangerous, Ashei might have taken this asari and married her years ago. But that opportunity had come and gone, and both Laira and Ashei understood that they were better off setting their feelings aside, especially given Ashei’s occupation. So here they were, content being friends and nothing more.
“Whatever you say. Take care of the apartment while I’m gone, yeah?”
“Yeah. Don’t die.”
Ashei grinned. “Hasn’t happened yet, right?” With that, she left Laira alone in the apartment and stepped out into the afternoon sun.
“Famous last words, hotshot,” Laira whispered to herself, as the door hissed shut.
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Omega, present
“Damn, I’ll probably have to take three showers after I get out of this pisshole,” Ashei muttered as she stepped out of her cab. It was the first time she’d been on Omega for almost a year, and she remembered why she’d stayed so far from the asteroid. She sported her rifle on her back and her SMG on her leg, definitely catching the eye of several passers by. The cab pulled away, and Ashei took in her surroundings, quickly locating Hergon’s Dive.
Instead of immediately walking in, Ashei turned and began a walk around the block. She kept an eye out for possible escape routes, exits, the like. Anything that could prove beneficial should shit hit the fan. In an ideal world, Ashei would have had more time to scout the area, but the world she lived in was imperfect and she was late already. She would have scouted several days in advance, but the dancing and sexual appeal of Afterlife caught Ashei in its hooks. No regrets, right?
About ten minutes later, Ashei finished her expedited scouting trip and found herself in front of the Dive once more. She arrived just in time to watch two men step into the building. She checked the time on her omnitool; way too early to be drinking for Ashei’s standards, but hell, what do you expect from Omega?
Ashei walked into the bar, standing at the threshold for a moment as she looked around. Everything seemed in order. For the most part, it was easy to tell who she was working with; they were the armed ones that almost looked like a ragtag commando team scattered around the room. The Mattock and Scimitar in particular caught Ashei’s eye, which led her eye to the asari and human that owned each weapon.
It was as if a switch flipped in her head; the witty, sarcastic Ashei found in the comfort of her apartment and the presence of her friend was gone, replaced by the silent but confident Ashei typically found at the right end of a sniper rifle’s barrel.
Ashei took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. She spun on her seat to face the human and asari in the booth directly. She leaned back, stretched her arm out onto the bar, and crossed her legs, flashing a smug grin at the pair.
“Are you sure about this? What if it’s a setup?”
“Shit, Laira, you’re my best friend, not my mother. Besides, this meet is on Omega. Everything there is a goddamn setup. I’ll keep you updated as often as I can.”
“Ashei…” Laira sighed. She leaned back onto the couch, throwing her feet onto its clearly expensive leather. “I worry about you, you know. You couldn’t have picked a safer line of work?”
Ashei laughed. She stood up from the couch, picking up her rifle case in the process. “Girl, then I would never have saved your sorry ass. You should be thanking me eternally,” Ashei shot with a feisty smirk.
“Saving me doesn’t really count if you only killed my attacker for a job, asshole,” Laira shot back with an equally feisty smirk. Hell, if being an assassin wasn’t so damn dangerous, Ashei might have taken this asari and married her years ago. But that opportunity had come and gone, and both Laira and Ashei understood that they were better off setting their feelings aside, especially given Ashei’s occupation. So here they were, content being friends and nothing more.
“Whatever you say. Take care of the apartment while I’m gone, yeah?”
“Yeah. Don’t die.”
Ashei grinned. “Hasn’t happened yet, right?” With that, she left Laira alone in the apartment and stepped out into the afternoon sun.
“Famous last words, hotshot,” Laira whispered to herself, as the door hissed shut.
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Omega, present
“Damn, I’ll probably have to take three showers after I get out of this pisshole,” Ashei muttered as she stepped out of her cab. It was the first time she’d been on Omega for almost a year, and she remembered why she’d stayed so far from the asteroid. She sported her rifle on her back and her SMG on her leg, definitely catching the eye of several passers by. The cab pulled away, and Ashei took in her surroundings, quickly locating Hergon’s Dive.
Instead of immediately walking in, Ashei turned and began a walk around the block. She kept an eye out for possible escape routes, exits, the like. Anything that could prove beneficial should shit hit the fan. In an ideal world, Ashei would have had more time to scout the area, but the world she lived in was imperfect and she was late already. She would have scouted several days in advance, but the dancing and sexual appeal of Afterlife caught Ashei in its hooks. No regrets, right?
About ten minutes later, Ashei finished her expedited scouting trip and found herself in front of the Dive once more. She arrived just in time to watch two men step into the building. She checked the time on her omnitool; way too early to be drinking for Ashei’s standards, but hell, what do you expect from Omega?
Ashei walked into the bar, standing at the threshold for a moment as she looked around. Everything seemed in order. For the most part, it was easy to tell who she was working with; they were the armed ones that almost looked like a ragtag commando team scattered around the room. The Mattock and Scimitar in particular caught Ashei’s eye, which led her eye to the asari and human that owned each weapon.
It was as if a switch flipped in her head; the witty, sarcastic Ashei found in the comfort of her apartment and the presence of her friend was gone, replaced by the silent but confident Ashei typically found at the right end of a sniper rifle’s barrel.
Ashei took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. She spun on her seat to face the human and asari in the booth directly. She leaned back, stretched her arm out onto the bar, and crossed her legs, flashing a smug grin at the pair.
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