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The Marauders

A loud hissing noise filled the halls, followed by slow rhythmic thuds. A heavy metallic groaning echoed outwards, as a deep scent, reminiscent of methane swept outwards. A computerized beeping sounded out, as tiny mechanisms whirred persistently. The orchestra of noises coordinated nicely, almost as if it was designed like a symphony, to take the otherwise sharp edge off of the brutal sounds.

Ubatokk looked around the constrained metal halls, swinging his bio-wrench alongside him. As he strode past the varied lights that filled the corridors, they refracted off of his shiny bronze suit, he glares blurred and dulled in the metal. Steam surrounded the metallic figure as he walked, hunched over.

"Captain Hunt asking all members to meet in the briefing room. All members to the briefing room."

Ubatokk sighed, directing his slow motion towards the briefing room. In his mechanic helmet, he pulled up a map of the ship, highlighting his route to the room. Slowly, he made his way into the small room, leaning on his wrench for support as he walked. A slight hiss sounded as the door swung open, and Ubatokk entered. He took a quick look around the room, a laser light sweeping for a moment over each person in the room.

Without saying anything, Ubatokk sat down at one of the chairs, his heavy body thudding down upon the chair. He took another brief look around the room, before his single eye settled on Captain Hunt, waiting for some form of order to be given. Taking a moment to sort out his machinery, he turned off all systems currently unnecessary. As this went on, the noises emanating from Ubatokk slowly died down.

Ironhearted [Dieselpunk Action Adventure]

WitchChild said
4th post 2nd page. Accepted

Yay, thanks.

Steel Giants (Mecha Roleplay)

Ah screw it, go on without me. I'll make some changes (big changes) to my CS, just shoot me a PM when you guys have an opening.
Also, have fun, y'all.

Ironhearted [Dieselpunk Action Adventure]

Has a decision been made on mine?

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down...

Hopefully it will go on... Right now we only have 3 people, though.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down...

One last bump... :(

Ironhearted [Dieselpunk Action Adventure]

'It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you.'

Physical Traits

Name:
Johnathan 'Diesel' Heying

Age:
31

Gender:
Male

Ethnicity:
American

Psychological Traits

Skills:
Driving is his only talent that stands out, other than sabotage really, unless you count guitar playing.

Traits and Quirks:
He is paranoid, to say the least. He doesn't trust anyone, probably due to the fact that no one can trust him. Also, as long as he isn't on his motorcycle, he is rather clumsy. His worst trait, in his opinion, is the colorblindness.

History

History:
For the most part, John lived an ordinary life, doing ordinary things. He did enjoy motorsports, and often participated in many the motorcycle race. In fact, that was about all that filled his early life, up until about 18. This constant training, as well as no lack of natural talent, lead to him becoming one of the most talented drivers around.

He didn't really keep up much with politics, as he grew up he went out on his own, a pirate of sorts. After years of robbing cargo, he came to get in bad debt with bad people. One thing led to another, and he was being forced to sneak through unfriendly corridors, and bomb important-looking information. He learned a bit from the experience. However, he soon came out of the experience, only slightly bruised and battered, as well as having quite a bit of money in his pockets.

As time progressed, John continued his work as a 'hired gun' of sorts, and has made his way to Chicago, Illinois, after much work robbing caravans and the such.

Gear

Weapons:
At any time, John has with him a silenced Torakev pistol, as well as a C-4-like bomb, for disabling various things.

Vehicle:
His motorcycle is a rugged one, a rustic look to it. Attached to the back are many iron boxes, as well as a few saddlebags, as John really lives off of the motorcycle. Across the handlebars, as well as accenting a few other parts of the vehicle, is yellow and black striped caution tape. On the very back was a heavy tesla cannon, used to take out other vehicles, supposing he has enough time to power up and aim the device.

Outfit:
He wears black cargo pants, as well as a tan leather jacket. He commonly wears a tweed drivers cap, as well as heavy boots and leather driving gloves, steel plated, mind you.

The Marauders

Me? Fiddles? Both?

Ironhearted [Dieselpunk Action Adventure]

Hey, I'm working on my CS, sorry for taking so long. I already wrote it awhile ago, but I forgot to save it, so I got errored out of it. :(

The Marauders

'Criminal is but an elaborate synonym for artist- the detective is a simple critic.'

Name:
Ubatokk Y'Shool, AKA 'Wrenchie', a nickname he got for his affinity for wrenches, and his accent, which humans would most closely define as French.

Age:
Last time he counted, it was somewhere near 1095, which is extremely old, even for his species.

Faction and Role:
Engineer for the Marauders

Bio:
Born in the smoky pipes in which his species lives, Ubatokk Y'Skool was raised with machines. Because his species generally creates thousands of offspring, they are abandoned to the machines that have been created specifically to raise them, before they matured enough to move on with their lives, and become a useful part of society.

Of course, to them, that meant expanding their mechanical planet. Because of their dependency on methane, Ubatokk and his species have to live in their artificial airtight environment. The life of a Methanite (The formal name of his species) Was an industrial one, in which there is very little time for any form of recreation or social experiences.

However, after filling the mandatory 300 years of service on the 'Hearth', the government of Methanite elders released him to go out and live his life. So, he worked out on various ships, engineering, as dictated his past. As his travels went on, he gained knowledge of a certain group, known as the Marauders. Eventually, stalking this group of, as he saw them, heroes, he managed to worm his way in, using his engineering expertise to win himself a spot.

During his experiences in the Marauders, he received a rather grim reminder of what this all meant. He was working in the reactor core of one of the ships, when some insolent idiot left a rather flammable sandwich sitting around. By the time the smoke cleared, it was almost impossible to identify the body. He was out of commission for 29 years, in a comatose state. Upon awaking, he was in a metal suit, barely keeping him alive. As soon as he could move his limbs enough, he improved the suit, allowing him to not only survive, but to thrive.

Personality:
Calm and collected, Ubatokk takes pride in all of his work, believing them to be pieces of art. He is a bit cowardly.

Weapons:

He has three weapons. Firstly, his Bio-Wrench. Not only can the wrench be used as a massive club, but it also had the ability to shoot a powerful beam. Called the bio-beam, it tears apart life at the chemical level, dissipating creatures caught beneath it into nothingness. However, it only works on smaller life forms, and is used only to eliminate pests from his machinery. When focused on almost anything else, it results only in chemical burns.
Secondly, he does have a plasma cutter. The plasma cutter can be set on many different frequencies for many different materials. When used on life forms, it will cut deep through many skins.
Finally, his only conventional weapon, a steam cannon. a small handheld pistol, it fires a heavy blast of steam. Though this itself only stuns enemies, he can also load it with slug-like bullets.