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Umbra Rose Condos

Hope all had happy holidays and new year. my home move went well and my internet has just come back online, so hopefully get to work on a couple of character ideas if this still open?

Umbra Rose Condos

@DragonydasOkay thank you i am looking into a couple of ideas i like, and work on a character. there is one thing i will be up front about as it a temporary issue, i am moving home on 20/12. This means i'll temporarily have no internet between the 20/12 to 03/01 although this could be smaller window depending if engineer comes out soon at new address.

But I wanted to state my interest here as I am really liking what I am seeing here in the RP. And still hope join if the CS goes well and you guys still have space. :)

Umbra Rose Condos

General inquiry, this place still looking for more monster residents?

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

The Sun had long set during their flight to Malta, honestly it was a beautiful sight when one could just fly and not be fighting. The gleam of bright various bright lights was an assuring sign for Freyja, after two very long flights, fatigue was really setting in and rest was calling for her, sleep was literally screaming for her. Eventually the runway light was a signal for the journey’s end and when it was her time to land, she did so, with little complaint from the wheel of her delta wing aircraft. She followed the guiding gestures of a ground crewman to park the plane up her plane with crew coming to attend to her aircraft and secure it with chocks and so forth. While shutting her plane down, she took a moment to see that the airfield had seen combat, and quite recently.

Once out of the plane she did get some looks from some of the Maltese crew, but she didn’t pay much mind to it and removed her helmet and grabbing her things while her CO spoke to their liaison that had been assign to them for the duration of their stay. When the pleasantries were done with, and the tour of the base was complete, Freyja could finally look forward to actually getting well needed rest. She had placed her duffel bag on a bed in the corner of the room where the ladies of Cobalt would be sharing, and got herself sorted. The plan was simply to go and get something to eat, shower and hit the sack as she was getting very tired.

Leaving to go to the mess hall to get some chow, Freyja got herself some food, she didn’t get much, but a small bite to eat would do her no harm, she sat herself down at a table no one was sat at and kept to herself from the mingling crowd that was already in the mess. Freyja could feel that there were eyes laying upon her, but she chose to ignore it, she had barely got started with her meal when a couple of guys came over to the table she sat at, one spinning a chair round to sit on it backwards while the other simply rest his foot upon another, casually leaning on his leg that was perched up on the seat, staring at the pilot.

“This the one?” the guy that was sat opposite Freyja opened with. “Yeah this is one, got out of that Griffon, the description of the markings on the tail I can easily remember.” Freyja sighed quietly under her breath and stopped eating. “Can I help you gentlemen?” The guys watched her movements for a moment before the one leaning spoke up. “You’re the bitch, that sank the N/UN navy supply ship many years ago, it was carrying equipment and supplies meant for Malta.” The other interjected. “My brother was on that ship, 70% of the people on that ship went down with her, do you remember that war criminal? Or was it just it numbers for you from whatever PMC gave you the biggest payout? The N/UN paying you the highest now is it? How dare you come here.”

Freyja slammed her cutlery down on the table which brought about the silence of the whole mess hall. Clearly people could over hear what was said. She looked up at the men, clearly she was annoyed, she often refused to speak of her past. “Nothing I have done since turning against my previous employers will make up for the atrocities I once committed in their name. Somewhere deep inside, I knew it was wrong, a voice I did not recognize screamed for me to stop. Back then I saw no way out, it was the way things were, they could not be changed. I tried convincing myself the people I was hurting deserved it. I became numb to their pain and suffering, I learned to shut out the voice speaking against it.”

“What the Fu… There is always a choice lady, and you dam well know it!” One of the guys scolded at her. Maybe her answer was no what they fully expected. “Indeed there is” she simply replied. Her short responses only seemed to anger the guys more. “And yet you still choose to ignore it!” Freyja continued to get agitated, but as much as she would want to smack these guys into next week, it would only make things worse for Cobalt Squadron and so refrained herself for falling into that trap. “And yet I sit here now” The guys hesitated on what to say next, they couldn’t believe just how this pilot was answering them back. “Do you hear yourself right now? They should have just locked you up and thrown away the key, hell you deserve a harsher punishment, I really can’t wait for the day you think you can forgive yourself.” This hit Freyja a bit, punishment, she knew full well about punishment she had to endure after hammerfall, working hard to keep her emotions in check.

“Because it will never come, I have accepted it. One day others may try to convince me that they have forgiven me, but that says more about them than me.” One of the guys rubbed his temples and audibly sighing. “Jesus… You got some nerve lady, okay fine war criminal, how do you plan to go on then? Huh? Enlighten us” Again she refrained herself from standing and striking any of them, the mess all just watching it all unfold.

“It is simple. I will never forgive myself. Accept it. I hurt others, many others, that cannot be undone. I will never find personal retribution, but the N/UN felt my life does not have to end. That which is right, just and true can still prevail. If you do not fight for what you believe in all may be lost for everyone else. But I do not fight for myself, I fight for others, others that may be saved through my effort. That is the least I can do.” She finished before standing up, she had lost her appetite, speaking of a part of her past made the woman shake, she was pissed, that much was evident. “Now if you bloody excuse me, I have lost my Appetite.”

Freyja ended up storming out of the mess hall, she was not upset from what the men did, she deserved it, but it angered her so to the point she felt she was forced to defend herself for the things she had done and in front of others also, maybe she should have expected it, it was only matter of time before something reared its ugly head, just so happened to be on her first assignment. She had made it to where the female dorms were assigned for her squadron, momentarily pacing back and forth around her bed. She rubs her temples for brief moment before rubbing under her eyes, without realizing it in her anger a tear was shed and so hid that evidence pronto. Suddenly there was a loud thud from the room as Freyja punched a nearby locker door denting it.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Freyja shook the hand of the lieutenant, taking a note of the woman raspy voice, and she sure as hell was tall, she could literally use Freyja as a leaning post. Also; the leather eye patch, she could tell this pilot had certainly gone through hell, she had physical and mental scars of her own, but she felt they could not be as bad as Kat’s.

Her attention was suddenly changed as her CO had come over and made himself know to the small group assembled there. “Lieutenant Colonel, Sir” Freyja instinctively saluted the man for the moment, after she shook the man’s offered hand. “Thank you sir.” She nodded to those around her before making her way back over to her craft, and got prepared for what will be a second-long flight for her.

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March 12th, 2014
Saab JAS-39E Gripen
Somewhere over the Atlantic

The take off and getting into formation was routine enough, Freyja was towards the rear of the formation, taking the time while it was peaceful to look over her on board systems to review information of the mission brief to Malta. But; it didn’t take long for that peace and quiet to be shattered as she heard the call of Brightspark, his initial comment had made the pilot look over towards his craft, thinking as to whether or not she had encountered or engaged them before.

Your Cute call that came next caught her off guard, no one had ever called her that since like college days, man was that another lifetime, it made her raise an eyebrow and honestly she was not sure how she would respond to that. But the guy kept on shooting his mouth off, not caring weather he won or lost? In her mind, with that mind-set, you have already lost. But she was curious, what did he hear about her? Has he read up on her file or something, if he knew half the shit she did… No she was not a good girl in any sense of the word in her mind. He has any idea what she has done to N/UN?

Her mind trailed of but was brought back when other pilots began speaking up, Cobalt 5 for example made the Scandinavian pilot snort a little, a slight smile hidden under her mask, thankfully her comms was not on, soon enough Cobalt 3 joined in and then even 6. Sure enough she eventually flicked on her own comms. “Cobalt’s 5 and 3, This is Cobalt 8, thank you for the save ladies, appreciate it. I think cobalt 7 has lost his spark” For Freyja this was certainly different, never had she come across working with a wingman or squadron for that matter using so much small talk and chatter. Oh she almost forgot. “Oh and just for the record, there is no way in hell I’m dancing.”

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

@Thayr Sad to see you go, hope thing will improve for you! hope we cross paths again, all the best.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

March 12th, 2014
Shattered Steel Headquarters, 'The Forge'
Unnamed island in the Bahamas

Freyja stopped in her tracks when her call sign was called out, watching as Ayvee ran over to the Scandinavian pilot. She arched an eyebrow as the woman introduced herself, Freyja did have some time on her flight to review the squadron she was being assigned to through the company group chat she was put onto. Hesitating for a moment before shaking the other pilot’s hand, she was not used to this sort of introduction. “I see you done your homework.” She replied her Scandinavian accent pertinent in her voice.

Freyja did let out an audible sigh when it was mentioned that they were being reassigned elsewhere, ultimately her late arrival meant she missed the mission brief and no doubt will have to play catch up on the mission brief chat no doubt during the flight. “Indeed it does.” She turned a moment back towards the crew attending her plane. Placing her finger and thumb to her mouth she let out a loud whistle to get their attention. “Prep her for take-off.”

Seconds later to larger aircraft had took off one after the other as Freyja turned back to her new squad member. “Stingray.... That makes you Cobalt 4 right?” Freyja asked as she nodded at the new arrival and gave her a nod in return. “As for my flight, I came from Germany so it was long enough, but it appears I have missed the mission brief.” Momentarily after Freyja looked over at Kat “It shall be... interesting working with you lieutenant Kat is it?” Inquiring her name.

@Rhona W, @AvaP

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

March 12th, 2014
Shattered Steel Headquarters, 'The Forge'
Unnamed island in the Bahamas

It had been a long flight for Freyja, coming from Germany to a location somewhere in the Bahamas to be part of a squadron was something she certainly did not expect. Ultimately it came down to getting accepted by someone or being permanently grounded and probably imprisoned for god knows how long. Truth be told, it was nice to have that feeling of freedom once more and flying in her Gripen, this was her true home and the N/UN done a dam good job cleaning her up and getting the craft fully operational and update to current standards.

The pilot found herself on approach to her new land based home, it was certainly keep well secret as Freyja didn’t know this place even existed, the N/UN were probably doing better than she first realized, still she was in communication with the tower of the forge, she didn’t know how often craft come and go, but if anything ‘Valkyrie’ was curious how people will take to her landing here, no doubt there would be those present that she may of come across over the years or knew of previous things she done against her new employers, she could flew of into the sunset… No, Freyja wanted to see this through.

On her final approach when the control tower chimed in on the radio. “Runway is clear, Cobalt 8, You are cleared for landing.” Like many times before, Freyja was coming in to land, her gear already down. “3000 to runway” As she adjusted her speed and nose to ensure she stayed on course. “1500 to runway” there was a moment of silence as the Gripen came over the runway to land. Second later she could hear and feel the touchdown and the pilot successfully landed and applied the brakes. “Good landing Cobalt 8, welcome to the forge, please taxi of the end of runway” eventually Freyja did reply. “Roger, Tower” soon enough she was following a ‘follow me’ truck towards her designated hanger of her squadron.

Once arrival and pulling over to where she was being signalled to by ground crew, Freyja brought her Gripen to a stop, and shut down the aircrafts engine as the ground crew put block by the wheels so the craft would not move. Soon enough as the canopy opened, Freyja unclipped the mask and took her helmet off and a moment later climbing out of her fighter, her feet finally on the ground, taking a moment to take in her surroundings, looking quite serious, she could see some ground crew giving her some odd looks, maybe they heard rumours? At least those attending her craft remained professional. Freeing and loosening her hair after undoing flight suit a little.

Walking over to the wing of her aircraft, a maintenance crew member had opened a travel pod, which contained a small duffel bag, it literally had everything she owned, which quite honestly was not a lot. Taking it out and stepping away to let the crew sort her craft, placing the duffel bag strap over her shoulder and helmet in hand, Freyja began making her way over to where a crewman pointed for her to go. Hopefully it won’t take too long to find her quarters or something.

@Letter Bee,@Smike,@Thayr,@Rhona W,@AtomicNut,@Kensai, @AvaP

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Freyja Svensdotter

Name: Freyja Svensdotter
Callsign/Nickname: Valkyrie
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Freyja

Freyja is a lovely scandinavian woman with brown hair, She usually has it draping over her shoulders, preferring to have her hair flow free. Sometimes or depending on what Freyja is doing she will tie up her hair. She's has dark brown eyes and soft olive skin complexion. She stands roughly at 5'5¾" and has small cheeks, a medium size nose, hands, and ears with delicate slightly over average size lips. Freyja also has a tattoo with it going from her Right shoulder blade and making it's way down her back. She also has her tongue pierced, she has a small scar that runs a little along under her right rib and mutliple scarrings on her back.

In terms of attire, Freyja likes to try and keep things simplistic and minimalist with flowing garments that breathe easy. Things that hang over her shoulders, but also keep tight enough that they don't get in the way. She can often be seen in neutral or dark coloured clothing, mostly black and leathers, weather it cargo pants, jackets etc... Typically, Freyja prefers to wear black high heel or standard combat boots but can easily slip into sneakers. She's not the type of girl to go all out fancy - though, honestly, she does secretly like the feeling of a dress or a skirt hanging neatly off her body. Freyja, despite being partial to more practical foot wear, can easily rock a heel if she needs to.

Nationality: Swedish
Personality: Freyja is an interesting individual. She has had to learn to adapt and improvise to her surroundings which has led her into becoming a capable individual, she'll do what she can to help out if it benefits her situation. But; she is proud of her heritage and wears it on her sleeves and always wanted more for her life growing up, she became devastated when Heavenfall happened and since has her own moral compass and unprejudiced. But; She is not ashamed in having to do what she did to survive.

No one expects Freyja to be a book worm but it is true, she spends quite a bit of her time reading, she loves her music and is as likely to listen to metal music as she is calm, just depends on what she feels listening to at the time and may even sing to it when she is in her own world. But; despite this, Freyja appears to not care less about material things, like online fashion, posting what someone is eating, celebrities and posting her every move on some social media network and she doesn’t like to rely on people if she can help it.

Freyja does consider herself as an approachable person that is kind to those that earned it, she is far from soft-hearted though. To strangers and acquaintances, she may sometimes come off as wary to becoming friends as trust takes time to earn. But don't let her flaws fool you, she can have a laugh, be friendly and Sympathetic to others capable of giving second chances. Freyja is the type however that is loyal to those who do right by her and will help out her friends even if it’s just to listen or be a shoulder to cry on. though helping them achieve certain... Ambitions is another matter for her. If she doesn't like something, she won't hesitate to let you know.

History: Although Freyja doesn’t really talk about her past, especially pre-heavenfall. She was born and raised in Stockholm, Sweden to a hard working family, she was the second child of the family, having an older brother. It was a pretty comfortable life really, living in the coastal capital on the nation, there was plenty to do when growing up, it’s also where her brother took the time to teach her to surf, but Freyja also enjoyed the in mainland life to. The family would often go on camping trips or other family gatherings, her time spent with her dad played a big part of her early and teenage life, he taught her how to camp, fish and hunt, she was not as great as him but the quality time spend together meant more to her.

Just prior to joining the air force at eighteen, Freyja went backpacking with a group of friends for a few months, often enjoying the outdoors and freedom, it also gave her time to think on what she wanted to be after she was done with her education. After 15 months of training, Freyja would not see massive amount of issues, most of the action was training exercises, combat patrols and the odd interceptions. However, her life, just like many others around the world changed, four years into her service and Heavenfall hit, it caused so much damage and chaos as local governments and society literally fell apart around her. In the aftermath of the global disaster, Freyja had learned her parents did not survive, her brother did but their relationship was strained as he blamed her for not being there.

It took years before the toll of everything that happened sunk in, Scandinavian countries where looking inwards of themselves and sure enough the scraps were being fought over by the rich or greedy corporations, even the militaries of old were restructured into PMC’s or other guns for hire. Pilots of course were well sought after and paid well for their services, it was kill or be killed, if you didn’t do what you were told to do or contracted obligation, it could have meant your own death. It was lawless out there in the early years and Freyja knew it, she couldn’t rely on the N/UN to come save her, and she couldn’t really see an out.

Over the years, Freyja found herself a pilot for hire, sometimes she was in a PMC, non-sanctioned one’s funding by questionable means. It was only a matter of time before Freyja came across N/UN forces as its influence slowly spread, she was responsible for multiple bombings of N/UN assets, downing pilots, reconnaissance etc.… but the true stand out was her anti-ship efforts, in one particular anti N/UN operation, Freyja braved heavy anti air to strike a military transport ship carrying much needed supplies to a city that was of interest to both sides, resulting heavy losses of supplies and sailors.

In more recent times though, Freyja went rogue from her PMC mid operation. The reason was because she refused to complete a contract that involved hitting civilian targets, it was destroyed anyway by her wingman, when she returned however her payment went out to the other pilots. She had lashing punishments in front of others before being incarcerated and hideously tortured at the very base she called home, until they were satisfied she learned her place. During said operation Freyja gunned down her wingman who was on a bombing run on a hospital, sparing it, that pilot survived the encounter as Freyja escaped and went into hiding.

N/UN would get their target though, but not in a way they expected. Freyja was hiding out at a small abandoned building with a runway, when she heard what sounded like a large craft not flying at high altitude. Fearing she had been discovered, Freyja quickly with the help of a few guys stationed there, got her Gripen ready and she took to the skies in pursuit of the unknown craft. Upon catching up to her target, to her surprise it was a N/UN military transport, maybe it fell behind it’s sortie or thought lost from an Evac mission or something, she didn't know, oddly though when she locked on, the craft didn’t attempt to evade.

Upon a closer look, Freyja could see at least one engine was out, disengaging her target lock, she moved up alongside the larger craft, surveying the damage, she was surprised the craft was still flying, managing to make contact to the sheer surprise and horror of the pilot no doubt recognizing her plane, they pleaded to let them go when she urged them to land, claiming they had civilians on board after some debate and getting nowhere, Freyja decided to fly in formation with the transport, and escorted it back and into N/UN airspace, refusing to leave it until it had to go and land, she saluted the pilot before they landed successfully. Ultimately she was forced to land herself and was captured.

After several months of interrogation and providing what information she knew, the higher up's had to try and weight in on Freyja’s past and more recent actions and there desperate need for highly trained and skilled pilots. Freyja was eventaully given the opportunity to join N/UN forces after a rehabilitation program, her Gripen was updated to the latest standards, she has recently been cleared for active duty and given the opportunity to join shattered steel and Cobalt Haze squadron.

Personal Gear:

• Colt M1911 MEU/SOC Pistol 88 C2 with Streamlight TLR-2.
• HK-5C “Marksman Rifle” with suppressor, bipod, optical scope, vertical foregrip and optional light/laser.
• Combat/Survival knife.
• Swiss Eagle Multi-Tool Army Knife.
• Oval Locket Necklace Pendant with a small picture of her parents in it.
• A book called 'A higher call'

Personal Aircraft: Saab JAS-39E Gripen. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saab_JAS_39_Gripen


Aircraft modifications:

• All suggested modifications/upgrades in the linked article above the picture.
• N/UN updated to use storm shadow missiles.
• Griffon style paint scheme.

Anything Else:

• Freyja hopes that one day her home nation will become stable and join the N/UN to rebuild.
• Freyja has not spoken to her brother in many years.
• The wingman mentioned in her history is known as 'Gryphus' intel suggest he is flying a Sukhoi Su-35.
• Freyja once often used some of her 'funds' to help displaced/orphaned children from warzones.
• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQnf23rQQVE The song i kept coming to while making Freyja, i suppose this is her theme.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Thanks! Replying on phone as at work. I can work on fixing those minors when I get home. I did copy over a part as I didn't know the coding to do those bullet points embarrassingly, sorry! It's meant for link to the aircraft above the picture. Thought it be easier than trying to list everything it could have.

And yep my bad it is meant to be the Ak5. It was 1.30am in morning when I was researching up. Will correct it when I get home.