Finetales

Username Change Request

Wow, I don't know how I missed that when I combed through my profile settings before. Sorry for the unnecessary thread!

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

Yuna Xu

Yuna Xu

Name: Yuna Xu
Callsign/Nickname: Calico
Age: 33
Gender: Female



Appearance: Yuna stands at a proud 165cm, or about 5'4". Her black, banged hair falls straight, and she has an average thin physique. She has a pretty face, but she's the kind of girl that usually blends in rather than stands out (except for her height, or lack thereof).
Nationality: Singaporean

Personality: Yuna is chill and kind, with a collected lightheartedness about her in most situations. She does have a bit of a sassy side – venomous and sarcastic with those she doesn’t like, and playful with those she does. She tries to find the fun in every situation, even if she has to make it herself. She is not afraid to embarrass herself to accomplish this, which has caused discipline from her superiors in the past.

Of course, when it’s time to go to work, Yuna is all business...at first. Yuna is no more playful than when in the middle of a dogfight, and finds whimsy in the aerial dance even through the high-G pulls and missile lock warnings. Even so, she has a hard-earned reputation for being reliable and accomplishing the mission every time, and she doesn’t take kindly to people who don’t pull their weight. If you get on her bad side, either professionally or socially, her typically rosy disposition will give way to a highly judgmental one.

History: When the Heavenfall occurred, Yuna had only just earned her wings in the Republic of Singapore Air Force (RSAF). The island nation was hit hard by the disaster, but survived. As the RSAF had sustained heavy losses, it found itself in dire need of more fighter pilots to replace the fallen and defend against new threats. But even moreso, it desperately needed flight instructors to train these new pilots, as all the existing instructors had lost their lives in the Heavenfall. As the best pilot in her class, Yuna was assigned the position of lead flight instructor and began immediately.

For the next four years, she executed countless dogfight exercises with her students and earned a reputation for being a relentless opponent. This reputation only increased when she didn’t re-sign at the end of her four years and left to pursue a better salary with a PMC, this time doing dogfights for real. she gained the most experience on the Flanker platform and it became her airframe of choice.

Over the next several years, Yuna bounced around PMCs trying to find a life that suited her. Her first employer was a fledgling PMC based out of Kazakhstan that called itself the Gleaming Demons, with an air wing that focused on ground attack more than air superiority. But any bombing run needs its escorts, and as one of the only real fighter pilots in the whole PMC, Yuna was put in the top cover role often. But owing to the PMC's tiny numbers, she was often the only plane running defense. So she got in a lot of dogfights, further honed her skills, and learned how to survive and win against tall odds.

It was in the Gleaming Demons that Yuna was first assigned to the Sukhoi Flanker platform, after her assigned MiG-23 met a fiery end in combat at the hands of two F-15Cs. Yuna and her assigned Su-27 became fast friends and accrued many flight-hours together, earning themselves a fearsome reputation in the skies over Kazakhstan and the surrounding nations. But things weren't looking good for the Gleaming Demons, and Yuna eventually left both in pursuit of a more stable employer. The Gleaming Demons didn't last long after Yuna's departure, losing most of their remaining pilots in a poorly-planned bombing run and dissolving completely shortly thereafter.

Yuna was better off; she bounced around a few other PMCs before being found and recruited by Shattered Steel, at which point she only had one requirement: her plane had to be a Flanker. Fortunately, Russian platforms were unpopular amongst the Shattered Steel pilots, so the only Flanker in Shattered Steel’s inventory was hers for the taking.

Personal Gear:

• SIG Sauer P226 - Yuna's preferred sidearm, as it is what she trained on in the Singapore Armed Forces.
• H&K MP5 - Yuna has no need for an SMG and she knows it, but a friend of hers back in Singapore found an MP5 used by the Singapore Special Operations Task Force after the Heavenfall, and gave it to Yuna as a gift. Said friend lost his life shortly after, so she keeps the MP5 as a memento of both her friend and Singapore. And who knows? It might just come in handy one day.

Personal Aircraft: Sukhoi Su-33 “Flanker-D” carrier-capable air superiority fighter



Yuna's Su-33 is painted in a striking red, white, and black camouflage paint scheme, in homage to the Singaporean flag. Her plane is christened "Naga Merah" ("Red Dragon" in Malay), and is adorned as such.

Aircraft Modifications: upgrades mirroring that of the Shenyang J-15T and J-11D, to include: full glass cockpit, more composite materials in the airframe (lighter weight and lower observability in the engine intakes), AESA radar, IRST scanner, fly-by-wire controls, 3 hardpoints per wing, and improved engines.

Anything Else:

• The way Yuna was given the callsign "Calico" is...not safe for work, to put it nicely. (Hint: it's related to her sexuality)
• Being from Singapore, Yuna is fluent in English and Singaporean Mandarin. She can mostly understand "proper" mainland Mandarin, but can't change her accent to match a mainlander. Her Singapore accent is thick when speaking English, though it has been Westernized a bit since she started working for PMCs. She has generally traded Singlish words and mannerisms for a more S'porean-American flair, but when on the phone with family members or other S'porean friends, the Singlish comes right back.
• Yuna's spirit of choice is gin, but she usually prefers malty beer or a good rosé.

Username Change Request

Hello! Longtime member here, who has a very antiquated alias on here that I no longer use anywhere else. I didn't realize you could request a name change here.

I would love to have my username changed to "Finetales" if possible. Thank you!!

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

@Letter Bee Sure!

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

Awesome! I'll get to work on a CS.

The Fourth Wall Inn (Guild's HISHE Super Café/Villain Pub)

I'm down. I don't currently have any active OCs on Roleplayer Guild, but I would be happy to have a character (either new or from my OC vault) work as inn staff!

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

Hey y'all! Just poking my head in here to say a) digging the IC so far, and b) if you ever decide you'd like a fresh face in the squadron, I'd be happy to join! I participated in multiple Ace Combat-esque RPs on here...Jesus, 10 years ago now??? 😭 Anyway, they both died quickly and I'd hate to see the same fate befall this one!

Chronicles of Sarastrea

Dude, I didn't even know you guys did this. xDD

I approve enough tho you're not doing it anymore. ;)

@HylianRose

We are, it's just...slow. Lol. As is usually the case for us. We spend most of our time off the Guild so it looks dead here a lot of the time.

Chronicles of Sarastrea

Vikki

Vikki let out a small grin. "You learn quickly," she said to Edric, standing back up to shake his hand. She made a mental note to remember that. "Let's just say I've had a vested interest in Athalian affairs for a while," she added. "It's a shame the Academy is closed now, I don't have any reason to visit Pavella anymore." She shrugged. "But, you all seem to be doing well enough."

Presently two figures could be briefly seen running along the next street over. "Looks like two of your friends right there, Vikki observed. "Those two are hard to miss. Wonder where they're running to?"

She stood up. "Come on," she beckoned, and began jogging after the two runners.

_@Nevix

Carmen

Carmen walked at a brisk pace, cutting through various alleys and courtyards as she walked towards the sound of a distant crowd. Eventually she turned a corner, and was entirely unprepared to find Andromeda running straight at her. She let out a high-pitched yelp of surprise as she jumped back, narrowly avoiding a collision with the gorgon.

After taking a moment to compose herself (both mentally and cosmetically), the skylark turned to her hasty friends. "Ah, two of my favorite people!" she said cheerily, addressing both Andromeda and Ryuu as he caught up. "What a pleasant surprise. But...where are you two off to in such a hurry?"

_{@Animelover_princess@NaraK}

Mizuki

Mizuki let out a huff in response to Mark. She still thought he was annoying, but in a way that suggested she had already gotten enormously upset at him before, even though she had just met him. To be fair, she got enormously upset with most people at one point or another. But Mark seemed tenacious, which was a good quality in Mizuki's book. In truth, she just wanted to go back to Oasari, but she had a feeling the Koran military wouldn't be letting people casually walk out of the city for a little while. And in any case, her flight back wasn't until the next morning, so she found herself following Mark.

It had been an interesting day.

_@NaraK

Chronicles of Sarastrea

Vikki

The demons and red skies vanished just as Vikki and Edric reached each other. The bounty hunter looked behind her and saw that the demons were quickly evaporating. She trotted to a stop as she reached the man with the drawn scimitar, pausing to catch her breath.

"Ugh," she grunted with a streak of annoyance. "They always puss out right when it's about to get fun." Sheathing her katanas on her back, she looked around somewhat incredulously before turning her attention back to the man in front of her. "What a shame, I was kind of looking forward to see how you fought with that sword of yours. I've heard good things about how you Athalians fight," she said with a wink and a twinkle in her eye. Before Edric could read too much into that information, the lavishly dressed bounty hunter went over to a bench nearby and sat down on it. It felt kind of weird to not have any assignments for a day or two...this festival was supposed to keep her occupied for at least another day, but it was obvious that was no longer happening. She looked around purposefully at the people mulling about in the aftermath. If there was one Athalian, there were bound to be more.

Mizuki

Mizuki was leaned up against a wall with her arms crossed, slightly brooding and slightly contemplating. On the one hand, she was happy to be able to use her fox-fire again, and it felt good to release some anger on the demons. On the other hand, there had been a lot of them, and she had been running out of steam by the time they evaporated. She had the feeling that eventually she and everyone else would have been overrun, and that was not something she approved of. Furthermore, the invasion ruined the festival and meant that she wouldn't have a chance to experience the night festival, which was the main reason she was there in the first place. Still, she was at least thankful she didn't get injured or worse, did pretty well for herself (she thought) for not having fought in years, and wasn't photographed that much.

Before she could allow her stream of consciousness to go any further, an unfamiliar man walked up to her. She looked at him with confusion and barely contained annoyance at his question. "What do you mean by 'everyone'?" she asked with narrowed eyes. "I can see people scattered in every direction, and they all look as confused as you are. So...what kind of 'everyone' are you looking for?"

Carmen

"Agh, this is just unbearable," Carmen dramatically whined to nobody in particular. "One of those infernal demon things got a SCRATCH on my PURSE!!! This is so embarrassing..." She carefully adjusted the purse on her shoulder so that the scratch was facing her and not visible to other people and stood up from her sitting (formerly fighting) place in a little courtyard. As frustrated at she was about her handbag, she needed to focus on finding out if the couple of Athalians she ran into earlier were alright, so she began walking.

Eris

Eris walked out of the square with a small smirk on her face, unnoticed by everyone as they tended to themselves. In her mind, she had won the day. Duatos left once she challenged him, and chaos reigned supreme without Eris having to so much as lift a finger.

He'll be a fun little plaything, she thought.