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The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

Sven sat in his office at the Rutherford Organization's headquarters, puffing away at a pipe. He was reviewing various papers and files, which documented the Organization's next upcoming mission. Sven studied the original letter, sent to him by Field Marshall Lai of the Chinese government-in-exile. The letter informed him that they were being asked to retrieve three parts to a mystical artifact needed for an expedition into the tomb of the first Chinese Emperor, so that they can search for a powerful artifact that could turn the tide of the war in Asia, known as the Heart of the Black Dragon. The artifact necessary for entry was known as the Mirror of Souls, and the first piece was stated to be found in a complex of ruins in the jungle of British Ceylon. The letter had also stated that a private company had begun expeditions in the region, so to keep a look out for them. Gathering the map of Ceylon, and several copies of the briefing document for each of the agents he'd be sending on the mission.

The central meeting room was designed similar to a school lecture room, an assortment of desks all facing a rolling chalkboard on an elevated platform. Sven rolled out the map of Ceylon onto the chalkboard, using special clips to keep it onto the board. When the others arrived, Sven handed each of them one of the briefing documents. As they sat at the desks, Sven stood next to the chalkboard, and began to speak.

Sven's German accent, almost stereotypical in his thickness, permeated the briefing. "Ze Chinese government-in-exile has commissioned us for some expeditions. First, zhey've asked us to aid zhem in finding three pieces for zhe Mirror of Souls, an artifact created under zhe first Chinese Emperor, used to help guard his tomb. Zhe first piece is said to be found in a ruin in the jungles of British Ceylon, off zhe southern coast of India. Reports indicate a private expedition is also operating on zhe island, und includes armed escorts, so zhis will be an armed mission to ensure agent safety. Zhe temple believed to house zhe piece can be found here." He gestured to a point on the eastern coast of the island. "Ve'll be dropping you off via seaplane slightly south of zhat. A local guide vill be provided. If zhere are any questions, ask zhem now. Otherwise, you've got half an hour to get prepared, before ve head for zhe airport."

@Avanhelsing@Leotamer@Tsar Gatto@FantasyChic@SkullsandSlippers

OOC

Alright everyone, here's the opening post, feel free to post at any time now that this is up. Tsar, expect a PM regarding villains.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

@GuntherI appreciate the tie-in between my character and yours. I look forward to it when it comes up in the IC

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

@AvanhelsingI'll have it up first thing tomorrow. I'm really under the weather today, didn't get much sleep last night, and I need to recover.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

_{Relloc Provnor
∇ 32 ∇ ♂ ∇ 6' 2" ∇ Force Sensitivity N}

_{Δ Appearance}

Relloc is your average human by most standards, normal height, decent build, brown hair and eyes. What makes him stand out is how he presents himself. A true grease monkey, Relloc is never found without a layer of grime coating him and everything he owns. His body is covered in scars and burns from mishaps while working with machines, and his head and beard hair is singed at the ends from catching on fire in the past. He often has a hint of alcohol on his breath, though most people don't actually see him drinking, so its assumed he does it during his work. His eyes are usually covered by thick, flash-resistant goggles(the spots covered by the goggles are actually grime-free, showing how much he wears them), his hands garbed in thick synthleather work gloves covered in scorch marks, and his body cloaked in a dirty red jumpsuit, thick with tool and part-filled pouches, several utility belts wrapped around the waist and chest, patched burn and cut holes, and a small blaster in a holster at his hip.

_{Δ Weltanschauung}

Practically born in the spaceports of Corellia, Relloc has been fixing things since before he could read. Greatly enjoying this work, Relloc grew up a mechanic doing what he loved, fixing ships, speeders, droids, blasters, you name it. His happy life has given him a more optimistic outlook on life, with him seeing most problems as some sort of mechanical issue, saying "You can fix any problem with the right tool, and a bit of elbow grease." No matter how bad the situation gets for him, he swears that there's nowhere to go but up. Always at home in the bowels of a ship, or in a droid workshop, Relloc isn't much of a people person, and this shows. He has issues dealing with real people, often wishing they could be more like his machines. This leads to him treating machines more like people, giving them names, talking to them while fixing them, and yelling at them when they frustrate him.

In combat, Relloc is somewhat of a coward. Hiding behind the biggest, thickest things he can, he wildly fires from around corners or over the tops of things, not caring what he hits. He hates fighting, wishing more people were focused on fixing the problems of the world, instead of adding to them with violence and hatred.

In terms of the criminal underworld, Relloc has no qualms about helping those who commit crimes, as long as he doesn't have to do it himself. He's worked with hutts and crime bosses before, and they generally leave him to his work, so he doesn't have much issue with them.

He doesn't really have much of an opinion on the Empire. They've never restricted his work, and they were often decent paying customers in the spaceports he's worked for. Overall, he just sees them as just another government, one to pass through on his way to the next spaceport.

_{Δ History}

Born and raised on Corellia, Relloc is the latest in a long family line of mechanics and engineers. Learning to take apart and put back together a mouse droid before he could read, and his first book being the droid's instruction manual, Relloc was destined to fix things. Starting work in his father's workshop in his teens, he was soon the co-owner of the business, helping his father with whatever jobs needed doing, and even fixing stuff on his own.

By the time Relloc came to be an adult, he sought a bit more adventure in his life than just whatever came through the door of his father's shop. Taking up a mechanic position on board a cargo freighter, he began a journey of his own, seeing planets across the galaxy, though he never strayed too far from the spaceport the ship was docked at.

Relloc got along well with the crew of the freighter. The captain, a Rodian named Gorth, treated him like family, always checking on him, asking how things were going, and offering to play a game of Sabacc when neither of them were busy. The security of the ship was overseen by a Rattataki named Hutox. The two would often practice physical sparring, though Relloc always came away with far more bruises than Hutox. Lastly, there was Tof, a Mirialan. Tof was the pilot, and often gave Relloc instructions on better ways to maneuver the ship, while talking about their favorite starship modifications. Relloc still keeps in contact with Hutox and Tof, but misfortune had befallen Gorth, leading to him falling out of contact with Relloc.

Relloc and the freighter crew got in all sorts of adventures, both of the legal and irreputable kinds. One that Relloc frequently tells to anyone who is willing to listen, is of their time delivering spice to a Hutt on Tatooine. The job started out simple, pick the shipment up on Nar Shaddaa, get it straight to Tatooine. However, a rival Hutt had different ideas. Relloc and the others found themselves holding off fighter attacks, rushing to get to Tatooine in one piece. Relloc was rushing through the bowels of the ship, trying to keep it to hold together just long enough to make the jump to lightspeed. The hyperdrive was damaged in the attack, and Relloc had to try and fix it while half the ship was on fire around him. Frustrated, Relloc ended up throwing a hydrospanner at the drive, which by a miracle got it working again, allowing Tof to make the jump in time. For the next half a month, Relloc was spending all his time fixing the damage done to the ship. To this day he swears it was a miracle that the thing didn't fall apart during the jump.

When the Clone Wars ended, and the Galactic Republic became the Galactic Empire, Relloc didn't really notice the difference, for the most part. The increased patrols in the mid and inner rim sectors didn't detract from his profession, and when docked at the same time as the Imperials, he often found work fixing up blasters and droids for those stationed aboard their ships.

However, the captain of Relloc's freighter felt otherwise. Signing him and his ship on to a rebellion recruitment list, Relloc soon found himself fixing ships and gear for rebel forces. This brought Relloc to worlds he never would have seen otherwise, and he actually enjoyed the lifestyle of a military mechanic. Eventually the Empire would capture Gorth, causing Relloc to realize just how dangerous working for the rebellion was.

Boarding the first shuttle he could away from the rebellion, Relloc found himself on Nar Shaddaa, running a small repair shop outside one of the spaceports. This was the life Relloc lived up until that faithful day at the bar. Walking in for a drink, Relloc soon found himself in the middle of an intense barfight. Between a mix of his training with Hutox and some cowardice, Relloc managed to stay conscious and relatively unscathed in the fight. Unfortunately, the owner had him included on the list of instigators, and Relloc found himself as a mandatory crewman aboard some freighter, with a Hutt explosive implant jammed into his neck.

_{Δ Equipment}

Most of Relloc's equipment consists of tools for fixing things. He has the tools necessary to fix most any mechanical device, and if he doesn't have the tool, he can usually jury-rig one to take its place. He does have a small holdout blaster for if things get rough, but he is by no means a combatant.

_{Δ Skills}

He's a brilliant mechanic, with a track record well-known in the spaceports of the galaxy. He can fly a ship, but he's by no means a skilled pilot. He has some sparring experience in fistfights, thanks to some practice he did with an old shipmate.

_{Δ General Notes}

Relloc maintains friendly contact with both Hutox and Tof, though recent events may change that.

Cyaиide Suиs

Oscar Vaughan

Oscar Vaughan

• 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):
  
  
  
  • Oscar, Ozzy, Oz
  • He's taken up the name Roach after an old friend complimented his ability to survive in the harshest environments, saying "You're like a goddamned roach, ya know that?"
  • Some people have mistaken his accent for that of a British isles native, and thusly call him 'Guinness'(He hates it), others realize he's an Aussie and just call him that, or some variation(Aus, That fucking Aussie madman, etc.)
• 𝐀𝐠𝐞:
  
  
  
  • He's in his mid-30s, though he's spent so long in the wilds of the world, he's lost track of his age from not celebrating birthdays
• 𝐒𝐞𝐱:
  
  
  
  • Male
• 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
  
  
  
  • Some would call him brave, others foolish, but everyone can agree on one thing: He's a madman. He's constantly putting himself in harms way for the thrill, living in the most inhospitable environments imaginable. He's also surprisingly upbeat given the environments, and people tend to take that as some form of mental illness. He tries to get along with others, but they find his constant manic outlook to be unnerving, and tend to distance themselves from him. He doesn't like hurting other humans, but he won't hesitate to kill someone if it means saving his own hide. He spends most of his time just walking the Zone, gathering supplies for the day, and trying to brighten the day of whoever he meets. Overall, he's just a crazy outlier in the world of the Zones, though he does have a grimmer side that shows itself when he drinks, or has time to think for long periods.
• 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:
  
  
  
  • Born and raised in rural Australia, Oscar was always at home in the wild. Growing up, he spent most of his free time outside, trying to see how far out he could get into the wild before it was time to go back home. He took great fascination in the wildlife and foliage as well, watching the animals, running from the more dangerous ones, and eventually learning how to scare them off. When he became an adult, he spent a brief time in the Australian army, becoming familiar with weapons and survival training, and seeking a 'grand adventure'. The army did not provide this, with most activities being training exercises. So he decided to seek out real thrills with the one thing he new best, the wilderness. This put him on the path of becoming a solo survivalist, living out in the wilds of the world, trying to live for the the fun of it. Starting out by making a living in the Outback desert of his homeland, living off the land. After that he tried different environments, the Amazon jungle, the Sahara desert, the lower Arctic, and now one of the Zones.
• 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:
  
  
  
  • Weapon 1; "Old Bess", .357 lever-action carbine, given its name by a friend of Oscar's, who gave it to him, for its reliability. Click Here!
  • Weapon 2; "Chance", .357 single-action revolver. Given its nickname for the fact that Oscar only ever loads it with five of the six rounds in a full chamber before spinning the chamber, leaving it up to chance if he can shoot first or not. Click Here!
  • Weapon 3; "Blackout", a Ka-Bar-style knife given its name after a particular night Oscar was out drinking, where he woke up shirtless, five miles from town, with the knife laying next to him. Click Here!

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

@HexaflexagonHere's a sheet. Hopefully everything's in order.

_{Relloc Provnor
∇ 32 ∇ ♂ ∇ 6' 2" ∇ Force Sensitivity N}

_{Δ Appearance}

Relloc is your average human by most standards, normal height, decent build, brown hair and eyes. What makes him stand out is how he presents himself. A true grease monkey, Relloc is never found without a layer of grime coating him and everything he owns. His body is covered in scars and burns from mishaps while working with machines, and his head and beard hair is singed at the ends from catching on fire in the past. He often has a hint of alcohol on his breath, though most people don't actually see him drinking, so its assumed he does it during his work. His eyes are usually covered by thick, flash-resistant goggles(the spots covered by the goggles are actually grime-free, showing how much he wears them), his hands garbed in thick synthleather work gloves covered in scorch marks, and his body cloaked in a dirty red jumpsuit, thick with tool and part-filled pouches, several utility belts wrapped around the waist and chest, patched burn and cut holes, and a small blaster in a holster at his hip.

_{Δ Weltanschauung}

Practically born in the spaceports of Corellia, Relloc has been fixing things since before he could read. Greatly enjoying this work, Relloc grew up a mechanic doing what he loved, fixing ships, speeders, droids, blasters, you name it. His happy life has given him a more optimistic outlook on life, with him seeing most problems as some sort of mechanical issue, saying "You can fix any problem with the right tool, and a bit of elbow grease." No matter how bad the situation gets for him, he swears that there's nowhere to go but up. Always at home in the bowels of a ship, or in a droid workshop, Relloc isn't much of a people person, and this shows. He has issues dealing with real people, often wishing they could be more like his machines. This leads to him treating machines more like people, giving them names, talking to them while fixing them, and yelling at them when they frustrate him.

In combat, Relloc is somewhat of a coward. Hiding behind the biggest, thickest things he can, he wildly fires from around corners or over the tops of things, not caring what he hits. He hates fighting, wishing more people were focused on fixing the problems of the world, instead of adding to them with violence and hatred.

In terms of the criminal underworld, Relloc has no qualms about helping those who commit crimes, as long as he doesn't have to do it himself. He's worked with hutts and crime bosses before, and they generally leave him to his work, so he doesn't have much issue with them.

He doesn't really have much of an opinion on the Empire. They've never restricted his work, and they were often decent paying customers in the spaceports he's worked for. Overall, he just sees them as just another government, one to pass through on his way to the next spaceport.

_{Δ History}

Born and raised on Corellia, Relloc is the latest in a long family line of mechanics and engineers. Learning to take apart and put back together a mouse droid before he could read, and his first book being the droid's instruction manual, Relloc was destined to fix things. Starting work in his father's workshop in his teens, he was soon the co-owner of the business, helping his father with whatever jobs needed doing, and even fixing stuff on his own.

By the time Relloc came to be an adult, he sought a bit more adventure in his life than just whatever came through the door of his father's shop. Taking up a mechanic position on board a cargo freighter, he began a journey of his own, seeing planets across the galaxy, though he never strayed too far from the spaceport the ship was docked at.

Relloc got along well with the crew of the freighter. The captain, a Rodian named Gorth, treated him like family, always checking on him, asking how things were going, and offering to play a game of Sabacc when neither of them were busy. The security of the ship was overseen by a Rattataki named Hutox. The two would often practice physical sparring, though Relloc always came away with far more bruises than Hutox. Lastly, there was Tof, a Mirialan. Tof was the pilot, and often gave Relloc instructions on better ways to maneuver the ship, while talking about their favorite starship modifications. Relloc still keeps in contact with Hutox and Tof, but misfortune had befallen Gorth, leading to him falling out of contact with Relloc.

Relloc and the freighter crew got in all sorts of adventures, both of the legal and irreputable kinds. One that Relloc frequently tells to anyone who is willing to listen, is of their time delivering spice to a Hutt on Tatooine. The job started out simple, pick the shipment up on Nar Shaddaa, get it straight to Tatooine. However, a rival Hutt had different ideas. Relloc and the others found themselves holding off fighter attacks, rushing to get to Tatooine in one piece. Relloc was rushing through the bowels of the ship, trying to keep it to hold together just long enough to make the jump to lightspeed. The hyperdrive was damaged in the attack, and Relloc had to try and fix it while half the ship was on fire around him. Frustrated, Relloc ended up throwing a hydrospanner at the drive, which by a miracle got it working again, allowing Tof to make the jump in time. For the next half a month, Relloc was spending all his time fixing the damage done to the ship. To this day he swears it was a miracle that the thing didn't fall apart during the jump.

When the Clone Wars ended, and the Galactic Republic became the Galactic Empire, Relloc didn't really notice the difference, for the most part. The increased patrols in the mid and inner rim sectors didn't detract from his profession, and when docked at the same time as the Imperials, he often found work fixing up blasters and droids for those stationed aboard their ships.

However, the captain of Relloc's freighter felt otherwise. Signing him and his ship on to a rebellion recruitment list, Relloc soon found himself fixing ships and gear for rebel forces. This brought Relloc to worlds he never would have seen otherwise, and he actually enjoyed the lifestyle of a military mechanic. Eventually the Empire would capture Gorth, causing Relloc to realize just how dangerous working for the rebellion was.

Boarding the first shuttle he could away from the rebellion, Relloc found himself on Nar Shaddaa, running a small repair shop outside one of the spaceports. This was the life Relloc lived up until that faithful day at the bar. Walking in for a drink, Relloc soon found himself in the middle of an intense barfight. Between a mix of his training with Hutox and some cowardice, Relloc managed to stay conscious and relatively unscathed in the fight. Unfortunately, the owner had him included on the list of instigators, and Relloc found himself as a mandatory crewman aboard some freighter, with a Hutt explosive implant jammed into his neck.

_{Δ Equipment}

Most of Relloc's equipment consists of tools for fixing things. He has the tools necessary to fix most any mechanical device, and if he doesn't have the tool, he can usually jury-rig one to take its place. He does have a small holdout blaster for if things get rough, but he is by no means a combatant.

_{Δ Skills}

He's a brilliant mechanic, with a track record well-known in the spaceports of the galaxy. He can fly a ship, but he's by no means a skilled pilot. He has some sparring experience in fistfights, thanks to some practice he did with an old shipmate.

_{Δ General Notes}

Relloc maintains friendly contact with both Hutox and Tof, though recent events may change that.

Rising Storm: Vietnam

@Tip TappersNone really, I'm just excited for the setting.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

To inform everyone: as Dannyrulx has disappeared, I'm offering Shylarah his spot, so if you see her post a CS, its okay.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

@AvanhelsingIf he hasn't shown up by tomorrow after I'm out of class, we'll be starting without him.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

@HexaflexagonI lurked around a bit in the interest check, but I'd like to apply for this. Expect a character sheet at some point soon in the future.