Deadnaut

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history.

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Music came out over a pair of headphones seated on the head of a young man who walked the streets, occasionally stopping next to businesses and sifting through bins and withdrawing small mechanical parts, placing them in a backpack on his back. Daniel whistled in time with his music as he rummaged through the garbage bin of a convenience store, his gloved hands pulling out a busted smartphone. With a grin, Danny muttered "Score! Bet the parts on this little puppy still work, probably can salvage the processor." Triumphantly slipping the busted phone into one of the pockets on his bag, Danny closed the bin and discarded the latex gloves, grabbing another pair from the box, duct-taped to the side of his backpack, and preemptively slipping them on as he moved along with a spring to his step.

He had been scavenging for the last hour, turning up all kinds of usable parts, though a loud yawn reminded him that he had, yet again, allowed enthusiasm to take him away from sleep. Though, early in the morning was the only way to stop the police from riding him, so it was best to do this to avoid the conflict (though the cynical side of him reminded him it was likely best to simply stop dumpster diving for parts when he had more than enough disposable income to buy them). Of course, that wasn't the same to him as heading out and rescuing orphaned parts and bits of tech, and that was why he still headed out early in the morning so often, giving bits of tech that would've otherwise wound up in a garbage burner a chance to do something again. It was a silly notion, Daniel wasn't blind to that, yet it felt right to him. So, that was why, to the sound of Skillet, he had scavenged for the last hour and was resolved to keep doing so. However, he was nearing the edges of town, and the office building there.

This structure was an odd one, especially on Tuesdays. He was pretty sure its inhabitants were unaware of his occasional visits (and raids of their dumpster), but at the same time he was relatively unaware of its inhabitants as well. That wasn't unusual for the structures he visited, after all most of the stores that threw out good stuff (He stopped visiting places that consistently had nothing for him) were places he didn't care to actually visit in earnest. This place was different though, somehow, and that was ignoring the fact that somehow the ground seemed to quake around here at times. Yet, despite that weirdness (And the fact that it seemed like people lived here, based on the kind of stuff he dug up, not to mention the consistent lack of any actual office equipment). Usually, even this weirdness didn't hold up for more than a moment, but for some reason, today in particular, it got to him. He felt like he needed answers, or at least to get a feel for the actual inhabitants of the structure.

For this reason, he sat on the other side of the road and decided to just wait around for awhile. It wasn't like he had anything else to do today, he didn't have to come in until the damn procurement department got off their asses and got the next batch of raw parts in. So, seated across from the door, he removed the toolbox from his backpack, a red metal box older than he was, and spread out a small tarp in front of him, on which went some of his older parts (not the new acquisitions, he'd need to clean them up and tinker with them in his workshop). Looking at them, in his mind's eye he could already see the parts coming together. A screwdriver was produced, and soon the bits of a cellphone (some kind of Samsung something or other, Danny wasn't quite sure which kind) were being spliced together with parts from a few old AN-PRC JEM radios (A gift from his Dad's massive stockpile of old Marine Corps gear). His hope was to combine them together to form a long range COM setup (likely a satellite radio of a sort), though as ever he was unsure if he had the technical acumen to engineer it. Yet, for some reason, he felt oddly hopeful concerning the outcome of this little experiment, and so Daniel quickly lost sight of his original goal (keeping an eye on the building) and became engrossed in the act of creation.

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

Present and accounted for boss, just trying to take real care with this post. It feels like a character establishing moment for Aura so I want quite badly to not fuck it up.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history.

Daniel Williams

Character Quote: "Trust me, I'm an engineer, I swear!"
Appearance:
5'11 and 165 lbs, Danny is an average man in most regards so far as appearence, with dark brown hair to his neck
Name: Daniel James Williams
Age: 26
Former Race: N/A
Race: Human
Card: N/A
Notable Skill's: Daniel is a skilled engineer and tinkerer, loving to solve problems with his hands and technology. As a result of his many feats of, as he calls it, "Southern Engineering", he's a competent shot and decent enough with explosives. He's skilled with computers as well as technology of the manual variety. His greatest skill, if you ask him, is his ability to think on his feet and improvise, mashing together parts on the fly to make a new creation.
Holy Sacraments: N/A
Equipment: A pair of safety goggles, normal civvies, and a large backpack full of spare parts and tools, semi-haphazardly thrown together.
Sacred Gear: True Technician - Daniel's sacred gear makes understanding new things a matter of simplicity for him, so long as he can place his hands on it (Note: This doesn't mean he picks up a history book and knows all of history, it means he picks up an engine and knows how it works). From magical inscriptions, to 500 lb bombs to an F-16, no inanimate object can hide its function from Daniel, and with that knowledge combined with his own knowledge, he can often modify or reproduce most of what he comes across
Magic: N/A
Personality: Daniel is a nice guy at heart, who tries to do his best for people. He wears his heart on his sleeve, earnest and honest about his feelings and intentions. He is easily excitable and enjoys making jokes and telling stories, trying to be the life of the party. What many consider to be his best trait, however, is his ingrained sense of loyalty and dedication. Whether he's committed to a cause or a person, he will not waver and he will not abandon it, come hell or high water he'll continue.

History: Daniel grew up in the Deep South, raised mostly by his mother, and lived what many would call the good life. He went hunting and fishing sometimes, and spent a lot of time experimenting with anything his hands came to. He developed a deep love and appreciation for explosives and guns, however, because of his father. The man was a Marine named Mac, once an officer, and had a deep haunted past, having witnessed the death of his entire platoon twice. So, while he was too damaged to be of much use in raising the child, in his moments of lucidity he passed on not only his expertise to his child, often saying "No son of mine is going to be defenseless.". From his dad he learned about explosives and weapons, but his great love of creating (and his true appreciation for weapons) came from his real father figure, a gunsmith named Michael.

From Michael he learned not only about making guns (A talent Daniel revels in), but of engineering in general. From weapons to fans to cars, Daniel (often called Danny by the man) learned how to make nearly anything. Because of this, he learned a great deal about math and science, enough to graduate with honors. Out of high school, he went to trade school and got his welding certificate, and became a commercial welder. A job he continues to work, and happily, though now he's moved on to the East Coast, where job opportunities abounded, and occasionally even gets to go overseas when his company deigns fit to assign him to projects outside the states.

Other: N/A

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history

OK, here is V 1.0 0f Danny. I'm unsure if his Sacred Gear is a little too stronk, if so let me know and I'm glad to nerf it, but other than that here he is in all his (slightly pyromaniacal) glory.

Daniel Williams

Character Quote: "Trust me, I'm an engineer, I swear!"
Appearance:
5'11 and 165 lbs, Danny is an average man in most regards so far as appearence, with dark brown hair to his neck
Name: Daniel James Williams
Age: 26
Former Race: N/A
Race: Human
Card: N/A
Notable Skill's: Daniel is a skilled engineer and tinkerer, loving to solve problems with his hands and technology. As a result of his many feats of, as he calls it, "Southern Engineering", he's a competent shot and decent enough with explosives. He's skilled with computers as well as technology of the manual variety. His greatest skill, if you ask him, is his ability to think on his feet and improvise, mashing together parts on the fly to make a new creation.
Holy Sacraments: N/A
Equipment: A pair of safety goggles, normal civvies, and a large backpack full of spare parts and tools, semi-haphazardly thrown together.
Sacred Gear: True Technician - Daniel's sacred gear makes understanding new things a matter of simplicity for him, so long as he can place his hands on it (Note: This doesn't mean he picks up a history book and knows all of history, it means he picks up an engine and knows how it works). From magical inscriptions, to 500 lb bombs to an F-16, no inanimate object can hide its function from Daniel, and with that knowledge combined with his own knowledge, he can often modify or reproduce most of what he comes across

Magic: N/A

Personality: Daniel is a nice guy at heart, who tries to do his best for people. He wears his heart on his sleeve, earnest and honest about his feelings and intentions. He is easily excitable and enjoys making jokes and telling stories, trying to be the life of the party. What many consider to be his best trait, however, is his ingrained sense of loyalty and dedication. Whether he's committed to a cause or a person, he will not waver and he will not abandon it, come hell or high water he'll continue.

History: Daniel grew up in the Deep South, raised mostly by his mother, and lived what many would call the good life. He went hunting and fishing sometimes, and spent a lot of time experimenting with anything his hands came to. He developed a deep love and appreciation for explosives and guns, however, because of his father. The man was a Marine named Mac, once an officer, and had a deep haunted past, having witnessed the death of his entire platoon twice. So, while he was too damaged to be of much use in raising the child, in his moments of lucidity he passed on not only his expertise to his child, often saying "No son of mine is going to be defenseless.". From his dad he learned about explosives and weapons, but his great love of creating (and his true appreciation for weapons) came from his real father figure, a gunsmith named Michael.

From Michael he learned not only about making guns (A talent Daniel revels in), but of engineering in general. From weapons to fans to cars, Daniel (often called Danny by the man) learned how to make nearly anything. Because of this, he learned a great deal about math and science, enough to graduate with honors. Out of high school, he went to trade school and got his welding certificate, and became a commercial welder. A job he continues to work, and happily, though now he's moved on to the East Coast, where job opportunities abounded, and occasionally even gets to go overseas when his company deigns fit to assign him to projects outside the states.

Other: N/A

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history

I'll have my CS finished today, just thinking of a good Sacred Gear.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history

@1Charak2

Eyy boss, query, what's your minimum power level here? Obviously angels ain't gonna rez some random street thug, but I'm not sure if I need to add a scared gear or something to make a blatantly support character viable.

EDIT: Well, here's the WIP version of my CS

Daniel Williams

Character Quote: "Trust me, I'm an engineer, I swear!"
Appearance:
5'11 and 165 lbs, Danny is an average man in most regards so far as appearence, with dark brown hair to his neck
Name: Daniel James Williams
Age: 26
Former Race: N/A
Race: Human
Card: N/A
Notable Skill's: Daniel is a skilled engineer and tinkerer, loving to solve problems with his hands and technology. As a result of his many feats of, as he calls it, "Southern Engineering", he's a competent shot and decent enough with explosives. He's skilled with computers as well as technology of the manual variety. His greatest skill, if you ask him, is his ability to think on his feet and improvise, mashing together parts on the fly to make a new creation.
Holy Sacraments: N/A
Equipment: A pair of safety goggles, normal civvies, and a large backpack full of spare parts and tools, semi-haphazardly thrown together.
Sacred Gear: ?
Magic: N/A
Personality: Daniel is a nice guy at heart, who tries to do his best for people. He wears his heart on his sleeve, earnest and honest about his feelings and intentions. He is easily excitable and enjoys making jokes and telling stories, trying to be the life of the party. What many consider to be his best trait, however, is his ingrained sense of loyalty and dedication. Whether he's committed to a cause or a person, he will not waver and he will not abandon it, come hell or high water he'll continue.

History: Daniel grew up in the Deep South, raised mostly by his mother, and lived what many would call the good life. He went hunting and fishing sometimes, and spent a lot of time experimenting with anything his hands came to. He developed a deep love and appreciation for explosives and guns, however, because of his father. The man was a Marine named Mac, once an officer, and had a deep haunted past, having witnessed the death of his entire platoon twice. So, while he was too damaged to be of much use in raising the child, in his moments of lucidity he passed on not only his expertise to his child, often saying "No son of mine is going to be defenseless.". From his dad he learned about explosives and weapons, but his great love of creating (and his true appreciation for weapons) came from his real father figure, a gunsmith named Michael.

From Michael he learned not only about making guns (A talent Daniel revels in), but of engineering in general. From weapons to fans to cars, Daniel (often called Danny by the man) learned how to make nearly anything. Because of this, he learned a great deal about math and science, enough to graduate with honors. Out of high school, he went to trade school and got his welding certificate, and became a commercial welder. A job he continues to work, and happily, though now he's moved on to the East Coast, where job opportunities abounded, and occasionally even gets to go overseas when his company deigns fit to assign him to projects outside the states.

Other: N/A

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history

@1Charak2

Solid copy boss man, one humie comin up.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history

This looks mighty interestin, so I may be lookin into making a character. You still looking for more folks, Cap'n GM?

The Crucible - Winner Take All

"A cardboard box huh? Guess you can call me a legend on the battlefield now."

With a wry smile, Teller casually folded the box and put it in his rucksack. It wouldn't be close at hand for emergency response, but oh well. Not like it'd do him much good if they already knew where he was anyway. A sad lament of a song came out on Teller's system as he began his slow march deeper into the city towards nowhere in particular. Before long, however, his stomach rumbled its anger at having been neglected for the last while. With a sigh, Teller tucked into a back alley and grabbed a can of food out along with his matches, and then began foraging around for things to use to light a non-toxic fire over which to heat the canned food. Teller found this in the form of a nearby home's furniture, hacked apart with his hatchet and used as fire wood. It was signposting his position, to be sure, but he needed breakfast so there was nothing to be done.

After a minute of cooking the can's contents, some form of veggie he didn't recognize, he allowed it to cool before beginning the process of eating, looting utensils from the same house whose couch had cooked his breakfast. Of course, cutlery was a luxury, but no reason to deny it to himself for the moment. That in mind, a few spoons, knives and forks went into his back, bundled together with a piece of string. After eating what passed for his breakfast ("Not as bad as some MREs I've eaten."), Teller picked up his rifle and continued on his way, deeper into the city. Once again, he was struck by how profoundly empty it was, though now the occasional distant sound of fighting reached his ears. A familiar sound to the grizzled trooper, he kept his march going for well over an hour, but before long a thought occurred to him. A district, clearly different from the residential district he had been wandering through, now stretched out before him. Picking a three story structure, Teller began humming a gleeful tune as he cleared the structure's first floor. There, he copped a squat to begin preparing his gear, saying loudly, and even keying his COM to an open frequency, "Hey Oren, give me a link to whoever is my enemy of the day eh? Gotta trash talk my opponent, y'know.""
Meanwhile, in his mind, a plan was already taking shape to kill whoever came at him, from that mech pilot, to the woman who seemed to wear a main battle tank to the towering ogre, this oughta get any of em.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

I see the theme of Teller acquiring the powers of all other disgruntled soldiers in the multiverse continues. With the visor of Soldier 74 and the Cardboard Box of Snake, I am become most disgruntled.

11/10 @Lugubrious 11/10

Spec Ops: The Line next?

no plz.