Clockwork giant

Sky Warrior Stories: The Blood Wing Requiem

@Section you don't sound overly critical at all, and I all ways appreciate constructive criticism. Speaking of witch, I've done some edits to my plane description and would appreciate if you could help me find anywhere I've screwd up horribly.

Sky Warrior Stories: The Blood Wing Requiem

Thomas M. Harkens

age: 21

height: 6.2 ft.

weight: 192 pounds

pilot class: fixer

nationality: Irish emigrant to Detroit, USA
appearance:
although his hair used to be a light brown it has been dyed jet black by the soot he is almost perpetually covered in. his stature tall and lanky with a constant stoop due to crawling into cramp aircraft pieces. he mostly wears a beat up bomber jacket and a pair of flight goggles.

Bio: after hard times hit his family in ireland when he was 5, they moved to the US after his dad, a retired pilot, was offered a job. Unknown to his family, that job was as a smuggler for a local Mob branch smuggling over lake michigan who needed pilots for expanding their operations into canada. in his new home, Tom became extremely anti social towards other children, instead spending most of his time in his dad's new plane talking to the Engineers working on it. his dad, seeing that the airplane was the only thing that could get Tom to talk, aloud for him to come to the hanger as his 8th birthday present where he helped the engineers take it apart and put it back together again (mostly to uncover secret compartments) until a few years later his dad was shot down over the lake. this apparently took Tom over the edge. he stopped talking to anyone completely, and spent all of his time tinkering with the Mobs airplanes. at first they protested over Tom messing with the planes, but after they saw that the planes he tinkerd with where flue farther and faster that even their best racers, they just left him alone. but his magnum opus was an old bomber carcass that he got his hands on. for months he built it from the ground up, tinkering and modifying until there was barely any of the original plane left. finally, once he was done, the Mob came by to claim it, understandably upset that Tom hadn't been fixing up their planes, only to find Tom holding a submachine gun refusing to let anyone onboard; shouting "You bastards can't have her! she's mine damn it! I won't have you getting her shot up!" he was nearly overrun when the Mob started trying to take the plane by force, but at the last minute Tom sealed shut the door and ran to the cockpit and took of, running down a few goons in the process. he then flew from town to town, bartering manual labor for parts and a scrap of bread here and there, until finding the blood wings. he was thrilled with excitement to sign up, and why wouldn't he be? Top of the line aircraft parts, and some food of which he desperately needed was a dream come true. of course at first he was denied entry, on the basis of being a nutjob riding a pile of haphazardly bolted together scrap, but after downing a few of there top aircraft, he was admitted. although obviously resented by the other, more stable pilots, his aircraft modifications are an extremely valuable asset. to this day he is being hunted by the Mob for "borrowing" there parts.

Plane: The Crimson Swan

Info: The swan is a surprisingly fast medium sized strike fighter, built out of scraps. It has a pair of repair drones in the bomb bay for exterior repairs, though Tom prefers climbing out and doing it himself whenever possible. It's roomy enough for him to live in for days, which he often does.

weapons: 3 miniguns, up to 30 small unguided rockets, and a nose turret for someone brave enough to get in the plane with Tom. there's also a submachine gun in the cockpit for emergencies.

weakness: It's haphazard design makes it extremely rickety and prone to falling apart if pushed too far. It's also not incredibly maneuverable and only really excels at straight line speed.

Sky Warrior Stories: The Blood Wing Requiem

hey, i'd like to join as the mechanic if thats ok!

Gangs of Capulet city; 1930's gang warfare rp

Hello everyone! Welcome to the rp. Currently I don't have the whole thing set up completely, as evidenced by the lack of map and quickly written introduction, but if you're interested in joining please write a description of you're gang that includes an HQ or meeting place of some sort (speekeasy, freight yard, ect.) a basic idea of how rich they are (don't make them op though, max is about one million dollars worth of "stuf") and an origan story, which should state the gangs allegiances. (Are they a mafia branch? Are they doing the mayor's dirty work?). Also, if you're a competent map artist, unlike me, I would appreciate if you could draw a map of the city for further use in the rp.

Gangs of Capulet city; 1930's gang warfare rp

The year is 1929. The Great Depression has left an abundance of poor and desperate people, willing to turn to crime for a quick buck and a place to sleep. And now more than ever, a life of crime has become especially profitable since alcohol is selling at one hell of a premium due to probation. Nowhere is that moar apparent than Cappulet city, a port town along Lake Michigan. It was always a scum hole filled with ruthless thugs and crooked politicians, but now it's being pushed to its limits. The town, somehow, has managed to become incredibly rich of of all the crime, largely due to the mayor having a part in it. Of course this blessing has become a curse and the town is now a prime target for more organized crime. That's were you come in as the leader of one of the local gangs. Your job is to make your gang the richest and most powerful of them all wile avoiding being taken out by one of the other gangs, or getting shot up by what's left of the police. Good luck.

A New Challenger Approaches

@ScreenAcne my name is ClockworkGiant. you stole my intro, prepar to die! jk, welcom to the forums

Battles of the loaf

Visiting the feeld musiom

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@rocklee hi

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@RedNightHunter ya, that makes sense

Battles of the loaf

A woman! so this was the same one who got my brother! "fine then." i said, still trying to stay calm as i wrote him a tickit. "now get out of here, and stay out of troble." i undid his cuffs and let him out of the car, befor going and explaining the situation to the cops at the dumpster. "what is he hideing?" i thought to myself. "something with a V, so were dose that leve me. stil nowere. Sonofabitch!"