DocRock

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Yeah, it was over in Prime Earth, aye? If so, as memory is a bit hazy, I've got a better idea for where the space gal came from. Anyways, lemme go get in the Discord, been busy so I forgot to check in till now.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Color me interested, just to ask though, are human/earth based characters the only limit to the game? Or can extraterrestial type entities be applied? Just curious about the wider strokes and what not.

Marvels of Mountain City

Dragonic Mercenary

Mountain City, Near the Museum

"Even on a backwater, they display treasure out in the open, rather than deep in a vault, at least some of them. Not a challenge, doesn't look like the security can take me." Atop a rooftop, staring out from her perch, one eye was closed, the other focused on her target, Serena's lips twisted up into a smirk, as each window was studied, patterns observed. Beside her, a stack of neatly folded paper boxes betrayed the theft of some poor fellow's dinner from a Chinese place. The other eye opened, and the pupil sharpened, the night changing to show heat rising from places. Tracking bodies moving inside the building. A brochure was held in one hand, which had been taken from inside the building, during an initial scope, before leaving again. A risk, but she'd worry about it later. The other hand lifted a piece of chicken, and the item was consumed. This world had interesting...cuisine, but that "burger king" place she'd seen looked more interesting compared to what was currently eating. Looking down to the brochure, it was opened again, to examine the map within, noting exits and entrances, before tapping one part.

"If they have anything hidden, it'll be in the basement, or another area away from here. That...video games exhibit...looks interesting?" The word exhibit was foreign, but pronounced simply. The concept of showing off treasure was bizarre to the dragon, but at the same time, perhaps these...humans had other ideas regarding their shared history. But the concept of video games she was aware of, and she was now even more intrigued by how much had changed in the past century or so. To the point they had video games and other tech toys? It was like a bonazano of treasure, especially given Earth didn't seem to have any sort of serious space travel yet. It would be almost...too easy. "...It's too easy. They have some security, enough to handle themselves I assume...but surely there's beings with power running around to come to aid? ...Nah, I'm overthinking it. Tomorrow, I'll strike, I hate waiting."

Twisting her gaze away again, the map was closed up and stashed, the dragon lowering one taloned hand to grip the side of the building top, scanning for anything out of place. She was atop an apartment building, an old style one, complete with some sort of "shed" atop it, that perhaps was once for flying creatures? It was her current lair, as she preferred the open air to trying to find a place to stay. Pulling away from the lip of the building, she returned to the shed, and moved inside, closing the door, adjusting her sleeping position, confirming that a sensor net, set up to alert her if anyone came to the rooftop, was working, before curling up. She needed a proper lair if she was going to be here for longer than a week or two. She'd seen a warehouse on the way that smelled of food, she'd steal more food if needed. Maybe sneak into a building with no security, and take their food that wouldn't cause issues. She needed to eat, but she knew what it was like to live without any sign of when you'd get the resources to ply into food next. Probably some upscale places. For now, the chinese had done its work.

As for the poor man who had his food stolen while he'd been in the bathroom, he'd probably end up not reporting it, for fear of being labeled crazy. After all, who would believe a guy that his food had just gone missing randomly without anyone else having access? People be crazy. The dragon had nested, and her next target was set. And unless someone had some sort of special awareness...no one knew she was coming.

Marvels of Mountain City

The flu sucks, but best wishes gamemaster, looking forward to when you have time

Reborn into another world as a civilised Monster! - A Isekai RP

Because I'm not sure if I'd get shot by a wandering forum mod for using a dhampir picture, and because I couldn't find any ones with more clothes on, just assume its the standard MGE one. I can make changes as needed, since I slapped this together in about an hour.

Just a Daywalker

Name:
Martha Swift
Appearance:
A normal, brown haired girl, who didn't dress to stand out.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Irrelevant(23 - Human)
Species:
Natural Born Dhampir
Personality:
As a human, Martha was kind, cheerful, and upbeat, but behind closed doors, was obsessed with horror and science fiction, being very much your typical closet nerd.
Biography:
Martha was your typical post college student. Gone in to get a degree, came out, had trouble getting her foot in the door of the job she wanted, so she ended up working odd jobs. Whatever job she could keep the longest and be happy with, while moving closer to her goals, benefited her. When not working, she gamed, a lot. Read plenty of random books, anything she could get her hands on. Who knew trying to be a writer in the modern America was so hard? Anyways, life was normal, typical, until tragedy struck.
Abilities:
Enhanced Senses - All Dhampir come with an enhanced sense of smell, taste, and sight, being able to see well in almost total darkness, track lifeforms far away, and hear a pin drop a mile away. Pretty standard, but can also work against.
Enhanced Statistics - Due to being part Vampire, Dhampir, or Daywalkers, possess strength, speed, agility, and stamina above that of the average human, but below that of a pure vampire on average.
Enhanced Mental Capacity - Dhampirs possess perfect memory, develop faster mentally, and thus can be seen as smarter than the average person. Martha's case is that she is about on par with an average human.
Eternal Life - Dhampirs are immortal, and basically live for an absurdly long time.
Vampiric Immunity - Dhampirs don't take extra damage from sunlight, silver, or run into issues with religious items, unless made specifically for them. They can still be injured, but they heal fast enough to make up for it
Regenerative Factor - Dhampir heal faster than the average human, capable of recovering from injuries rapidly, but cannot regrow limbs.
Skills:
Critical Analysis - The ability to study a situation, take in as much information as possible, before then making a carefully calculated response, that hopefully is the best response. Vital as a writer.
Food Preparation - While Martha was never interested in becoming a chef, she developed enough skill to make food for herself whenever needed to survive.
Magic:
Bloodsense - Upon casting, any lifeforms with flowing blood gain an aura visible only to the caster. Used to track specific targets
Means of Death:
Martha died of carbon monoxide poisoning. Nothing fancy.

Marvels of Mountain City

If anyone does want to become the "rival" to my gal after she possibly robs the museum, I won't say no.

Still considering if I want to really go ahead for that, and if so, how I'm going to plan out the actual robbery. Since gotta be a smart thieving dragon.

@Omega Man
As this is a matter you can provide input on, anything notable about the museum of technology? Assuming you've had time or felt the need to flesh it out of course. I don't mean to put you on the spot, just wondering if it has anything notable in terms of security and the like. Unless you want me to just have fun?

Marvels of Mountain City

Finally found the time and energy to write something. Hope its good, I'll probably be on my own for a wee bit unless someone wants to cross the alien techno's path right away.

And yes, I am considering robbing a museum, maybe several. Shiny toys.

Marvels of Mountain City

Galactic Patrol Transmission

Attention all Patrol Agents! The Butcher of Velbar, the Draconian Mercenary, Serena Drakos, has escaped from Detention Facility A450-98, last seen escaping aboard her starcraft, the Silver Dragoon. Be on the lookout for any vessel invisible on sensors, but visible through other means, as it is believed the vessel has been upgraded with a highly advanced cloak drive, capable of rendering most means of tracking impossible. Her last known sighting was near the-

Click

Sol System, Sol-A1, A1-64
Asteroid Belt; Ceres

Ventilation systems hissed as air circulated throughout hallways, rotating around and around through shafts and ducts, being freshened and oxygen being reclaimed. Waste systems broke down sewage, turning into usuable material, and other quality of life things happened as they did. Sections of floors, walls, and ceilings had corroded, or been cut up, with their coverings turned into part of the outer hull, or wherever patches were needed. Moored as close to the asteroid Ceres as one could get, mining drones had been dispatched to attempt to obtain usuable elements to help repair the alien space craft sitting there. It had seen better days, once a proud command vessel of some long forgotten space navy, now the dreadnought was patched and worn, scorched sections of its hull a reminder of the numerous battles it had been through.

Alone in what had once been the ship's bar, the owner sat alone, eating a meal that like the ship, had seen better days, as the machine that made the food was starting to give out, and in this section of space, repair parts weren't easy to find. Gazing out the observation window, towards a red dot and smaller blue one, the captain sighed softly, shifting the contents of her meal, before groaning, turning towards a speaker in the ceiling.

"Þú kallar þetta vitleysa mat? Hvað átti þetta að vera, steik?" A few curses in her tongue followed, before a response came back.

You have only yourself to blame for the food quality. The system requires a restock, which you skipped at our last port of call, in favor of what you called, and I quote "an easy job, then we'll dine on the finest food in the galaxy! A robotic monotone response, which produced only more curses. A few moments more passed, and the captain looked back out, towards the blue orb.

"...Fine. As much as I hate using Common, I'll play ball." Staring longer, she sighed. "Maybe that backwater planet will have repair parts. Maybe a hundred years made a big difference, given where they were at last time I was here. Get my shuttle prepped, set its navi computer for the best place to look."

Already done, I have located a city on the eastern shore of the landmass you visited before, anaylsis of radio signals and local chatter indicate this to be the most likely to contain the necessary food and parts. This planet is losing its backwater status, but you may find a "tech museum" to be of interest. Seconds passed, as the captain sat there, thinking, before a roar of almost demonic laughter left her throat.

"Sounds like the perfect place for a heist! They're just begging to feed me! I'll eat one of their cattle, see if it tastes better than this slop!" Jumping to her feet, the pirate all but ran out of the bar, dancing around an exposed hole right outside the door, before rushing down towards the hanger. Adventure called her name.

Sol 3
Mountain City; Mountain Avenue, Night

"Wowie, what a damn sight, this trashheap might actually be worth sticking around for." Gazing out from an alleyway, a soft whistle left the dragon as she surveyed the crowds, dressed in a trenchcoat and a sort of fedora pulled low, clothes obtained from her last time kicking around the dirt ball. Dodge City didn't compare to this place. One could argue the whole "noir film" style of dress made the on the run mercenary stand out, but in a city that apparently had its own share of freaks, no one would pay her any mind. Besides, walking about openly would probably piss some of those annoying monothiests she'd run into in the Bible Belt a century before. If any hung around this place and were that level of xenophobic. Couple in the fact that the Galactic Patrol had supposedly begun to keep an eye on the planet out of fear for what sorts of antics humans could cause on a galactic scale, and not flaunting her status as the resident wanted mass-murderer would serve her well.

Inwardly, she'd begun to consider the possibility this planet could work as a home for her own kind, given how easy it would be to hide their identities as dragons from outer space. But, until she was sure it was safe, she wasn't about to risk trying to send a signal to any of the various clans that Earth was open to stellar refugees. Assuming her own clan wasn't still after her for that whole...Orion incident. She grumbled, before stepping out onto the street. She needed a drink, food, and a place to sleep that wasn't her shuttle's cramped cot. She'd scope the museum out later, see if it was really worth sneaking in and taking stuff. Moving through the crowds, she scanned them, looking for possible marks, people who could provide her with the means needed to...get a claw hold. But to the common person, she was just another soul in the night, wandering the main street.

Marvels of Mountain City

Take your time, game lord, life always comes first.

Marvels of Mountain City

A Wanted Mercenary

Archetype: Alien Techno
Name: Serena Drakos
Alias:
The Mad Draconian
Butcher of Velbar
Age:
Roughly 1000 years old
Powers:
Draconian Physiology - Draconians were once dragons who took on a more humanoid like form at some point in their evolution. This shift causes them to have a far superior muscular system to humans, denser bones, stronger lungs and oxygen carrying capacity, and slightly enhanced mental capacity. Serena is capable of short bursts of speeds exceeding 90 kilometers, lifting objects up to three times her own weight, survive for a short time without ready oxygen, and can be compared to most advanced intellectuals. Shame it went towards...well, less than savory purposes. Also possesses heightened senses, namely hearing, sight, and smell.
Technopath - Ability to control technology. Allows her to remotely operate her own gear, and possibly mess with the technology of an opponent. Primarily used as a form of tactile hacking, to make it easier to steal stuff, or remotely call in an escape.
Weaknesses:
Sonic Weaponry - Sufficiently high frequencies can liquefy organic material, or cause problems, sounds not audible to humans are audible to her, and they can hurt. Can also disrupt her power.
Psconic Weaponry - Attacks on the mind, while less effective from one species to another due to an alien mind, can cause disruption of her power over technology, rendering her ability to control effectively neutralized.
Explosives - Just like most lifeforms, while capable of withstanding some impacts, outright explosions can disorient, and disrupt powers, or jellify internal organs.
Notoriety - A Deserter, Terrorist, Pirate, Thief, Murderer. Serena has a rap sheet as long as she's been alive, or longer, matched as much by the bounties on her head. Makes travel difficult when your mug is splashed across dozens of stellar information nets, wanted dead or alive. Even when hiding out on a backwater.
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: Calculating, "Greedy," Sadistic, Well-mannered, intelligent
Appearance:
Draconians, due to being formally fully fledged dragons, retain elements of their dragonic form in their bipedial form. In Serena's case, this manifests as a thin layer of scales under her skin, her left eye having an iris that looks like a dragon's eye, talons on her hands and feet, a pair of jet black horns that rise from the top of her skull and angle back, as well as a pair of featherless tan wings that extend from her back. Her right eye is green, and possesses a crosshair over the pupil, while her hair is a mix of black and red, extending down to past her waist at its fullest. Some scales are visible where the skin is broken. Her standard clothing, power suit aside, is a simple full length black jumpsuit, or human shorts and a solid blue top.
BRIEF Bio:
Draconians are the stellar version of wanderers, who spend their entire lives moving from system to system, taking safe harbor wherever they can find it, but rarely staying long, as they have a less than stellar rep of causing the destruction of their own worlds, or being cursed with such. Draconians tend to be mostly solitary when not among their own kind, and its not uncommon for them to build space stations in neutral space, the results of cobbling their vessels together. Serena was born on one of these "slumships," born of a warrior family, trained from birth to be a fighter, to perhaps help the Colony Drakos carve out their own territory. But, she was born with an especially potent sense of wanderlust, coupled with being born with a power that hadn't been seen among the Draconians in centuries, a power that was among those heralded as disaster borne. Being a technopath was a blessing and a curse.

In part due to being considered an outsider even by her own people, it wasn't long before Serena deserted her own colony, stealing a ship and supplies, and set off into the cosmic ocean, at the young age of 25. Becoming a mercenary, a profession not uncommon among the star wanderers, she worked a simple system. Sell her skills to the highest bidder, or taking whatever contracts suited her interest. If a power reneged on her payment, she usually took it for herself. Due to how Draconians can effectively live for centuries themselves, if not thousands of years, she tended to just "wait it out" if a bounty on her head became too much of a headache. Dashing off to an uncharted system, wait a few years while doing whatever she wanted, before the government ended up toppling or lost interest. By age 500, she'd become a stellar legend. Such as the Velbar incident, where she blew up an experimental weapon facility, stealing its riches and weapons in the process, being dubbed a Butcher by propaganda, due to killing plenty of enemy soldiers.

Due to Earth's status as a backwater for much of its existence, Serena has visited the planet a few times, hiding out among the solar system, ducking behind Jupiter when eluding fellow bounty hunters. Her last visit was in 1885, when she became a wild west gunslinger for a time. Her return to Earth this time is simple, she pissed off the latest version of a "galactic patrol," by raiding one of their outposts, and perhaps...overall being a headache to them, and even as an outsider, looking out for her own people. Some of her past clients have tried to do her people harm, so she didn't take too kindly to things.

Potential Storylines:
New Home: Simple enough, tired of running so much, and other factors, Serena decides to try and build an enclave for her people, so they can finally call a planet home, rather than slumships. Leading into possible tensions with Earth World governments as the effective stellar refugees start arriving in droves.

Karma's A Pain: Her crimes catch up to her, and bounty hunters track Serena to Earth, antics ensue. Maybe a stellar empire she pissed off comes looking to start trouble, or seeking to annex Earth, crosses paths.

Black Hole's Shadow: A darkness from deep space comes seeking Draconians, an old evil that's the reason Draconians rarely stay in one place. Just the usual "we messed up a long time ago, its still after us." Takes soft inspiration from the Interstellar Game's transcendence bad ending thing.

Notes:
Draconians are a modification of a group from an rp game me and some friends are in, same name, but with a completely different situation. I do like the idea of wandering races, as that is a trope in some media. Serena's loadout would probably be a suit of power armor with shielding, but generally a high tech space suit really. Ship is a mobile home, with everything she could need. And yes, like most dragons, she hoards stuff. Mostly artwork and other cultural things she's stolen from various races that crossed her. Could be she's stolen a few Earth paintings in her life. Further questions can be asked whenever.