CadenGallic

Dystopian Grand Prix

@PatrickDrummer@CadenGallic@ChaoticFox

just to let you know, weve gotten started :)

@Dynamo Frokane

lol dude did you not see my post in IC?

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Warm days... god, warm days were not good for what she was wearing. Anastasia fidgeted slightly in her seat on the one side of the room. She was dressed in her jumpsuit with a small briefcase at her side. When needed, she'd form the full space suit she wore during the race. It helped protect her from further damage... plus a lot of people really liked her cosmonaut 'gimmick' as some called it... of course, to Anastasia, it was no gimmick, it was her career... well, was. In any case, a jumpsuit was not the best thing to wear in warm conditions and even now she could feel her brow growing heavier with droplets of sweat. She swiped a gloved hand over her head and sighed slightly...

Was it nerves? She was starting to wonder if it truly was the warmth of the day or nerves making her sweat like this. She wasn't exactly an expert driver... she had taken advanced driving courses whilst working at HQ, but that wasn't quite comparable to racing. She'd done some test driving since then, but she was still no expert. She was better off with experience of riding shuttles into the atmosphere and working the technology onboard her proud machine... maybe that'd be enough. Either way, it was too late to back out now.

She heard the announcement ring over the hall and with a little sigh, she got to her feet and made her way toward the station, one slow step at a time, briefcase swinging around slightly and helmet tucked under one arm. It was like the walk to the cockpit all over again...

Though, it posed the question... was there more or less chance of death when going into a race like this, compared to getting on a space shuttle?

One Rainy Night in Chicago

AN ALLEYWAY IN FULLER PARK
6:32 PM

"...you got some real fuckin' guts, kid." Big Rig tilted his head slightly as he looked down at the young man making his case unto him, drumming his fingers on the window edge slightly as he let his shotgun go for the time being. This kid wasn't a threat, his voice made it sound like he was still in school even. Kids needed hobbies after all... "Walking right up to the truck and figuring i'd just take ya on?"

Though something else he said cut through the bullshit for a moment... the Iconoclasts. So they WERE out hunting tonight? Big Rig hadn't heard that confirmed on any radio station... but street chatter tended to ring true when it mattered. Fuck, he hadn't gotten that higher density armour plating on... just the regular. It'd stop most shit, but who knows what those maniacs were packing...

"They're out tonight, huh?" He scratched his chin slightly. "Alright kid, get in the other side. You better know how to shoot too by the way or i'll throw you out at 60 MPH." He might as well instill some fear in his new little partner so he wouldn't try and shoot him. Besides, he knew his way around his cabin better than he did.

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SOUND!

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The legion bore down upon him with the strength of 12 men, not as deft in its blows, but nonetheless, a threat unlike any other as it kept up the pressure. And it was Vane who ended their battle as the creature was so focused upon him, a gap between its helmet and its collar was exposed. In a wild whistle of victory, Vane's heavy blade swung through the air and beheaded the creature, helmeted head flying off and a spurt of golden ichor splattering upon its armour as its body wriggled and writhed, swaying backwards until finally it collapsed onto its front, as dead as can be and spilling its ichor upon the floor of the temple.

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Looking at all the OCs is making me want to make another XD

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#52 'The Cosmonaut'

Name: Anastasia Korenchkin
Age: 30
Height: 5’5
Weight: 180lbs
Nationality: Russian
Appearance:
Bio: Anastasia was born in Samara in Russia to a pair of wealthy parents who owned a phone company named Omskcast. Anastasia enjoyed a childhood of decent upbringing in the rich end of society. She became infatuated with the idea of space travel and astronauts after watching various sci-fi films and indulging much of her childhood in it. She opted to follow her dream and went into studies on physics and quantum mechanics in hopes of one day becoming a cosmonaut. Her parents tragically passed away thanks to an accident involving an Earthquake at a press conference, leaving Anastasia to inherit their fortunes.

She poured said funds into her career, caring little for the phone company and instead using it to financially assist Rosmocos, the Russian space program that was still running after the collapse of NASA 10 years prior. After her training, she was sent aboard a shuttle to the Russian’s colonisation efforts of the moon to conduct studies and help to further the cause. Unfortunately, due to a freak meteor shower, Anastasia was forced to return home within only 2 years of the planned 5.

After its failure, Rosmocos failed to launch any further space flights and was eventually shut down due to a lack of funding, sending Anastasia spiralling into despair at how her dreams had been shattered. She became extremely desperate and from the property of the old base, stole a lunar vehicle, taking it to a mechanic with intent to turn it into a combat vehicle fit for the Risk Rally competition, intent to win the money to re-open Rosmocos and take one more step back into the atmosphere.
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=AfZJansbHNY

#52

Name: “Nova-5” #52
Appearance:
Firepower: 19
Grip: 28
Frame: 18
Acceleration: 15
Top Speed: 20
Special Weapon#Ability: Signal Jammer – A small radar dish sends out a signal in a small proximity around the Nova-5, jamming all electrical transmissions for a short time.
Personal Weapon: Utility hammer

The Nova-5 was designed to be one of the best made vehicles possible for travel on the surface of other planets with its heavy tires and large frame. The model Anastasia drives never made it up into space despite being produced and was the last of its kind to be manufactured. Anastasia stole it whilst the Rosmocos HQ was being shut down and took it to a mechanic who could outfit it, whilst keeping most of the space age tech left inside it.

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Lol I think I forgot to approve you, put him in the characters tab.

@Dynamo Frokane

Nope ya didn't. Cheers guvna.

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I just noticed that your and Colin's character have the same surname, is this a coincidence or are you attempting to form some sort of connection between the two?

@Dynamo Frokane

Total co-incedence, I just kinda picked it and only noticed after I posted XD
Course it'd make for a fun plot point if everyone kept asking the pair if they were related.

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@King Tai
Feel like Malachy's theme would be more fitting for this dude, lol.