Fat Boy Kyle

Plague of the North

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Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

@seriousarmour
the Jedi Exile is the one leading the Jedi at Eres III.

@Hexaflexagon

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Not exactly sure what I should really be having Alastair do atm. I'll probably wait for someone else to post to get some ideas; although if no one posts for ages I'll obviously jump in haha

p.s. Good post btw :)

Plague of the North

Time to show off your combat skills guys! Feel free to use inactive characters, but don't go killing anyone off haha.

Plague of the North

A bitter evening breeze seeped around the agents of the Consano as they trotted along the cobbled highway to Minorhold. Each night had seemed to grow colder and soon the frost would turn to sheets of snow. It was the fourth night of travelling and they were mere hours away from their destination. They would have gotten there by then had they taken the most direct route, but Buxton and Chester decided it better to loop round from the south, and avoid as much danger as possible. After all, it’d be a waste to lose all their agents before they even reached their first stop. Fortunately the journey thus far had been eerily quiet and uneventful. No travellers, refugees or infected had been seen, despite how close they still were to supposedly plagued territory. However even with the lack of confrontation, Lady Buxton and Sir Chester were still on guard, their eyes snapping to any source of sound as they travelled along. The section of road that they were on was dangerous even before the plague, with thick woodland on both sides where ambushers could hide. The massive tree branches hung over the road and blocked out the stars, making it feel more like a tunnel. "Did you hear that?” whispered Chester as he raised his hand and brought his horse, and thus those behind him, to a halt.

Buxton shut her eyes and tried to focus her other senses. She could smell smoke on the air, and could hear the faintest sound of screaming. "We should be coming up to a guard tower, they may be under attack” she pulled her polearm from her back and looked back towards the others. "Teams 1 and 2 will advance on foot and evaluate the situation! Team 3 will stay back and guard the horses and packs!”

This would be the first time that the Consano were tested, and it would show who amongst them were and were not strong enough for the mission. Even the most seasoned soldiers there showed signs of apprehension, with Chester himself feeling beads of sweet forming on the ridge of his hairline as his adrenaline quickly began to rise. There was no telling what they would find down the road – it could be a few desperate bandits, or they could be running head first into the bulk of the horde.

"Get in two columns, Team 1 of the left, Team 2 on the right! Stay close and watch each other’s sides and backs! Once we’re moving try to keep quiet and make sure you keep up the pace! If you spot any hostiles then point them out!” Sir Chester gave his orders clearly and crisply, knowing full well that new recruits needed as much guidance as possible. He dismantled his horse with a big thud on the earth, his heavy boots giving his legs an added shock sensation. Before moving off beside Buxton he looked back at the agents and hoped that he would not have to bury them this day.

The columns footsteps beat like drums as they lightly jogged along, the dozens of boots both leather and metal thumping down in near perfect synchronisation. The tension was so great that the short jog, which could not have taken more than a couple of minutes, felt like hours. When at last the columns turned the bend in the road and came into the opening, they stopped dead in their tracks as they were met with a vision of pure horror.

“By the gods…” gasped Gewain.

There were more infected than could be counted in the dim moon light, rushing out of the trees and spreading out like a wave of blood and death. The smell of putrid flesh was overwhelming. Moans and screams carried over the area, a mixture of pain and rage, a pure expression of the magic that bound them. They ran frantically at the guard post, a moderate wooden tower and some tents surrounded by a square wooden palisade. Its gates were closed and holding for the moment, but would not last against the barrage of the undead. Candles could be seen flickering within the fort and along the wall, illuminating the grotesque and mangled faces of the monsters that threw themselves close enough.

“There may be survivors!” Buxton exclaimed, as she turned to the others. It was clear on her face that she was torn between actions.

“There are too many!” Chester said sternly.

“Few compared to what we’ll have to face in the coming days. They are not intelligent nor armed. Each of us is worth more than a dozen of them, so I fancy our odds. Besides, if there’s survivors then they may have some of the answers we seek.” Those around Buxton did not seem convinced. “Shikoba and Mathis, return to the others and tell them to retreat to the road south of here; it interjects this one a few miles on. We can’t afford to lose the horses!” she commanded, causing the two to quickly head back off in the direction they had come.

“So are we cleaving our way through?” Sir Chester asked with a hint of condescension.

“No. Both teams head for the rear of the fort and help each other over. Once inside make sure it’s clear of hostiles. We’ll try hold the fort from the inside, and if not retreat into the forest with any survivors. Everyone ready?!” there was little more than a few nervous mutters in response, but it was enough. ”Then with me!” Buxton roared as she turned and thrust herself towards the small hoard. The Consano charged forwards weapons in hands, some beginning to yell in desperate fear or bloodlust. Nearby infected quickly took notice and began to intercept them, sprinting with no apparent restraints or fatigue. Buxton adjusted her trajectory to meet the closest head on, lifting her Guandao with both hands. As Buxton and the infected met she thrust the blade forward and upward in a simple but effective and strong motion, stabbing through the mans face and killing him instantly. Without a chance to think she swung the blade up to her right, chopping into another’s neck. In the corner of her eyes she could see other agents now fighting too, but all continued to edge towards the wall.

Gewain, Orwen and Drusus were the only three not to get drawn into the fighting line, instead continuing on as ordered to the wall. Gewain and Drusus did not seem to notice that others had been held back, whereas Orwen simply did not care. As they reached the palisade Orwen tried futily to jump it, but simply bounced straight off it with a large thud. He frantically climbed to his feet before turning to the others, "You! Quickly! Help me over!”

Gewain responding without thinking, placing his hands together so that Orwen could climb up. Drusus meanwhile seemed to be taking in his surroundings and providing the two with cover. Orwen clumsily managed to pull himself atop the wooden wall, his hands and forearms taking splinters as he did so. Once up he sat and looked around, seeing only silhouettes on the other side of the fort. He could not tell whether they friend or foe, and suddenly thought it better that he was not the first to find out. "Give me your hands, I’ll help you over from up here!” he ordered, looking at the two below him. He noticed others now nearing the three, along with more infected. "Hurry!

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

Dredd

Milos Dredd

Name: Milos Dredd
Nick-name: ‘Snowflake’ (although he hates that name and only a couple of people can get away with calling him that)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Echani
Combat Role: Close quarters and infiltration
Years in Mynock Squad: 4

Appearance:
Dredd stands at about 5ft11 (perhaps plus/minus a cm or two), and has a very athletic build with well-toned and taut muscles. Whilst clearly very healthy and strong, he is not particularly big looking, with his muscles having been trained more for endurance than raw power – ‘wiry’ is perhaps the best term to describe him. Like most Echani his skin is as pale as snow and he would be indistinguishable from most his kin were it not for his beard and multiple scars (including one on his right cheek). His silver hair is kept no longer than shoulder length and he will tie it back most of the time, more out of practicality than vanity. His face looks much like the picture above, but slightly younger with silver eyes.

When not in armour, Dredd will dress as lightly as the weather permits. Even though he has gotten used to the Mandalorian armour, he still prefers a greater freedom of movement.

Skills and Abilities:

• Echani martial artist – Dredd has spent his entire life being trained in hand to hand combat, using it as a tool of communication and expression as much as he does a weapon. He is more than capable of disarming many opponents if he is able to get close enough.
• Stealth – Although he is not the smallest and most nimble of infiltrators, Dredd is still very skilled when it comes to stealth, and more than makes up for his size by utilizing his wits and close quarters combat prowess. Top of the line stealth equipment helps too!
• Dual vibroknives – For the better part of a decade Dredd has mixed the use of vibroknives in with his martial arts, particularly since entering the battlefields. Although he is incredibly capable using these in a straight on fight, he usually uses them to silently eliminate targets from the shadows.
• ’Hacker/slicer’ – Whilst he definitely has not got much to brag about, he is competent at getting into basic computers and security systems. He’s always learning though, and if all else fails there’s always thermal charges!
• Jet packs – Like most (hopefully all) in his squad, Dredd knows how to use a jet-pack and with a moderate degree of skill. He doesn’t rely on his as much as others though, as it often works against his attempts at stealth.

Equipment

• Dual vibroknives – Dredd carries with him two vibroknives which although are good quality, are nothing special. His left hand is stronger.
• 2 x thermal charges – Dredd carries these with him just in case he comes across a system that he can’t hack, but needs to get through. Why cry over a keypad when you can blast a hole in the wall?
• Stealth Field Generator – Dredd wears a belt that allows him to camouflage with his surroundings. Whilst only the more aware and observe might notice him standing in the middle of the room, he tends to stick to the shadows just to be safe. Its effectiveness wears off the faster the wearer moves.
• Customised helmet – Dredd wears the standard Neo-Crusader helm, however he has had it modified so that he is able to use night-vision and infra-red vision. On the outside it looks no different.
• Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor and Jet Pack– Dredd wears the more standardised variant of the armour and it is silver in colour, signifying him being a veteran warrior. His armour is often dirty and covered in mud or ash, as he prefers to cover himself in darker substances. In truth there are other armours he would rather use.

History:
Dredd was born on Eshan, the home world of the Echani people. Dredd was born the sixth of eight children, and was the fifth of six sons. As many of his race do, he looked identical to his brothers and father. Growing up he felt deprived of individuality and attention, viewing himself as just a carbon copy of his family. As a result he strived to be better from a young age and became incredibly competitive. This was rather fortunate considering the Echani culture, as from a young age he was taught to fight. Like most Echani he was taught that hand to hand combat was a form of pure expression and could be used as a method of communication.

By the time he reached adulthood he had almost mastered the martial arts of his people, and locally had earned quite the reputation. Still, this was not enough. Even though he could best his siblings and all in his village, he still did not feel like he was different and still yearned to stand out more. As a result he found himself leaving his village and heading to the capital city. He spent all his money during his travels and by the time he reached the great city of Erato, he had nothing to his name and was forced to live on the street. Quickly he found himself resorting to theft, stealing from stalls and even fighting people for their possessions. It was a dark time, yet it brought him comfort. He began to revel in the thrills lifestyle and soon began to take on more complex thefts, breaking into mansions and the like. It was during this period that he began using vibroblades, knowing that his hand-to-hand might not always be enough to get him out of trouble. His stealth skills grew and grew over the years as he continued on his thieving rampage. He was a delinquent, an outsider, someone to be shunned and denounced – and that meant he was different. He may have looked like everyone else, and he may have shared their culture, but he was different and that was what he wanted.

Like all sprees however, his came to an abrupt end. A quite pathetic end actually. He was shocked unconscious by a faulty security system whilst trying to break into a store. The system had been a botch job, and had Dredd not been caught out by it, the owner himself probably would have. When Dredd awoke he found himself prisoner on an unknown ship, along with a small collection of other rough looking figures. It turned out that rather than being sent to a local prison, he was intercepted by a local crime lord that he had unknowingly robbed. The crime lord stuck Dredd on his ship to be sold as a slave, as repayment for the items he had stolen. That was when he first encountered the Mandalorians. The Echani and the Mandalorians had been rivals for some time, both being cultures that placed much importance in being respected warriors. As such the Mandalorians sometimes found themselves raiding Echani ships in order to satisfy their first for combat, and one of these ships happened to be the one which Dredd was being held prisoner on. The Mandalorians bombarded the ship to begin with, more to ensure it couldn’t get away rather than to blow it up, before then hijacking it and annihilating everyone on board. During the initial bombardment however, the cells and security systems were damaged which allowed Dredd to break loose and try fight his way through both his criminal captives and the Mandalorian raiders. There was no way he was escaping though, and eventually he found himself cornered by the raid leader and a few others. Although unarmed, he was able to take a few down before being knocked to the ground. He would have been killed then and there like every other soul on board were it not for the raid leader both being impressed and noticing the slave collar. He gave Dredd an ultimatum: Join or die.

Following his ‘rescue’ of sorts, Dredd then served the Mandalorians, learning their ways and finding a path he could follow. The Mandalorians were so different, made up of so many races and background, and yet held similar beliefs to him. He knew immediately that it was there that he belonged. He spent three years on operations, taking part in various raids and battles. Quickly his superiors began to take recognition of his skill set and began sending him on infiltration missions, which on a few occasions allowed them to turn the tides of battle. It was because of this skill set that he was drafted into the Mynock Squad. Although he was still fairly inexperienced and new to the crusade, the Mynock Squad had lost their infiltrator and Dredd was the closest decent one at hand. After a couple of successful missions the Squad decided he had earned his place and chose to keep him on rather than replace him.

Psychological Analysis:
Dredd is a warrior by birth, brought up like all in his community to believe that combat was the purest form of expression and was to be respected. In this he is also a true Mandalorian and he yearns to fight above all else. Due to his early years he has, what other Echani used to think, was an unhealthy obsession with being different and standing out. In order to feed this obsession he strives to stand out by besting others, particularly in hand to hand combat. He is competitive to say the least. All this aside, Dredd is fairly talkative and enjoys goading and taunting those around him. He will often speak his mind and give advice where he has it. However he rarely talks of his feelings nor of his home; not because it is painful, but because such things simply do not interest him overly. The only time he speaks of home is when his fellow Mandalorians talk of fighting the Echani, at which point he usually becomes eager to spar with them. In battle he is very level headed, and whilst he does feel fear occasionally manages it well (usually through violent expression).

Character Relations:

• Rika – Having served under Rika for the last four years, he has built up a healthy rapport with his leader. He is particularly grateful for her choosing to keep him on, feeling honoured to serve in such an elite squad and get the chance to battle skilled enemies. Given that she also sees combat as a form of expression, he feels that he can sometimes communicate with her better.
• Russ – Dredd and Russ joined around the same time and Dredd feels that they get on well, both taking the opportunity to throw quips in each other’s directions.
• Ryleer – Ryleer is one of the few that know what it is like for the Mandalorians to fight their own people. Although Dredd has not directly had to fight his own people like Ryleer did (save for a couple of ship raids), he feels he is able to show an empathy that others may not. He often tries to get Ryleer to spar with him.
• Enu'falu – Dredd still doesn’t really know her that well.
• Mar – Despite having served with each other for four years the two rarely speak, as often they are on opposite sides of the battle field.
• HK-2020TEM – Dredd is somewhat suspicious of the new droid.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

<Snipped quote by Gowi>

Yeah the less said about that the better. -_-

Anyway @Fat Boy Kyle everything looks good on my end you may also post to the character tab. And yes we did RP before FBK, your Dragon Age RP from about a year ago at this point. I made a bitchin templar XD it kind of made me sad that it died before it could really fly.

To everybody else now would be the time to start working on your character relations if you have so already. Feel free to either just say what your character thinks of the others or el gasp even talk to one another and see if any of them might have a little more in depth of a background. If you have any questions about your squad leader or anything in general just PM me because I end up addressing those first since I usually don't get a lot of them. Anyway as I said IC is going be up Saturday or really late friday night EST Basically when I have time to take my notes I made about the intro post and make it into an actual posty post.

@Hexaflexagon

Thank you very much! And ah yes, the DA RP - it would seem the bioware love is strong here haha

I slightly altered the relationships on the sheet to make it clear that these are Dredd's opinions. Obviously I'll happily change it depending on what other's write on theirs and what happens in the RP.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

I hope this is to your liking. If there are any issues please don't hesitate to say so. I also tried having a go at the relationships bit; opinions are welcome.

Dredd

Milos Dredd

Name: Milos Dredd
Nick-name: ‘Snowflake’ (although he hates that name and only a couple of people can get away with calling him that)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Echani
Combat Role: Close quarters and infiltration
Years in Mynock Squad: 4

Appearance:
Dredd stands at about 5ft11 (perhaps plus/minus a cm or two), and has a very athletic build with well-toned and taut muscles. Whilst clearly very healthy and strong, he is not particularly big looking, with his muscles having been trained more for endurance than raw power – ‘wiry’ is perhaps the best term to describe him. Like most Echani his skin is as pale as snow and he would be indistinguishable from most his kin were it not for his beard and multiple scars (including one on his right cheek). His silver hair is kept no longer than shoulder length and he will tie it back most of the time, more out of practicality than vanity. His face looks much like the picture above, but slightly younger with silver eyes.

When not in armour, Dredd will dress as lightly as the weather permits. Even though he has gotten used to the Mandalorian armour, he still prefers a greater freedom of movement.

Skills and Abilities:

• Echani martial artist – Dredd has spent his entire life being trained in hand to hand combat, using it as a tool of communication and expression as much as he does a weapon. He is more than capable of disarming many opponents if he is able to get close enough.
• Stealth – Although he is not the smallest and most nimble of infiltrators, Dredd is still very skilled when it comes to stealth, and more than makes up for his size by utilizing his wits and close quarters combat prowess. Top of the line stealth equipment helps too!
• Dual vibroknives – For the better part of a decade Dredd has mixed the use of vibroknives in with his martial arts, particularly since entering the battlefields. Although he is incredibly capable using these in a straight on fight, he usually uses them to silently eliminate targets from the shadows.
• ’Hacker/slicer’ – Whilst he definitely has not got much to brag about, he is competent at getting into basic computers and security systems. He’s always learning though, and if all else fails there’s always thermal charges!
• Jet packs – Like most (hopefully all) in his squad, Dredd knows how to use a jet-pack and with a moderate degree of skill. He doesn’t rely on his as much as others though, as it often works against his attempts at stealth.

Equipment

• Dual vibroknives – Dredd carries with him two vibroknives which although are good quality, are nothing special. His left hand is stronger.
• 2 x thermal charges – Dredd carries these with him just in case he comes across a system that he can’t hack, but needs to get through. Why cry over a keypad when you can blast a hole in the wall?
• Stealth Field Generator – Dredd wears a belt that allows him to camouflage with his surroundings. Whilst only the more aware and observe might notice him standing in the middle of the room, he tends to stick to the shadows just to be safe. Its effectiveness wears off the faster the wearer moves.
• Customised helmet – Dredd wears the standard Neo-Crusader helm, however he has had it modified so that he is able to use night-vision and infra-red vision. On the outside it looks no different.
• Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor and Jet Pack– Dredd wears the more standardised variant of the armour and it is silver in colour, signifying him being a veteran warrior. His armour is often dirty and covered in mud or ash, as he prefers to cover himself in darker substances. In truth there are other armours he would rather use.

History:
Dredd was born on Eshan, the home world of the Echani people. Dredd was born the sixth of eight children, and was the fifth of six sons. As many of his race do, he looked identical to his brothers and father. Growing up he felt deprived of individuality and attention, viewing himself as just a carbon copy of his family. As a result he strived to be better from a young age and became incredibly competitive. This was rather fortunate considering the Echani culture, as from a young age he was taught to fight. Like most Echani he was taught that hand to hand combat was a form of pure expression and could be used as a method of communication.

By the time he reached adulthood he had almost mastered the martial arts of his people, and locally had earned quite the reputation. Still, this was not enough. Even though he could best his siblings and all in his village, he still did not feel like he was different and still yearned to stand out more. As a result he found himself leaving his village and heading to the capital city. He spent all his money during his travels and by the time he reached the great city of Erato, he had nothing to his name and was forced to live on the street. Quickly he found himself resorting to theft, stealing from stalls and even fighting people for their possessions. It was a dark time, yet it brought him comfort. He began to revel in the thrills lifestyle and soon began to take on more complex thefts, breaking into mansions and the like. It was during this period that he began using vibroblades, knowing that his hand-to-hand might not always be enough to get him out of trouble. His stealth skills grew and grew over the years as he continued on his thieving rampage. He was a delinquent, an outsider, someone to be shunned and denounced – and that meant he was different. He may have looked like everyone else, and he may have shared their culture, but he was different and that was what he wanted.

Like all sprees however, his came to an abrupt end. A quite pathetic end actually. He was shocked unconscious by a faulty security system whilst trying to break into a store. The system had been a botch job, and had Dredd not been caught out by it, the owner himself probably would have. When Dredd awoke he found himself prisoner on an unknown ship, along with a small collection of other rough looking figures. It turned out that rather than being sent to a local prison, he was intercepted by a local crime lord that he had unknowingly robbed. The crime lord stuck Dredd on his ship to be sold as a slave, as repayment for the items he had stolen. That was when he first encountered the Mandalorians. The Echani and the Mandalorians had been rivals for some time, both being cultures that placed much importance in being respected warriors. As such the Mandalorians sometimes found themselves raiding Echani ships in order to satisfy their first for combat, and one of these ships happened to be the one which Dredd was being held prisoner on. The Mandalorians bombarded the ship to begin with, more to ensure it couldn’t get away rather than to blow it up, before then hijacking it and annihilating everyone on board. During the initial bombardment however, the cells and security systems were damaged which allowed Dredd to break loose and try fight his way through both his criminal captives and the Mandalorian raiders. There was no way he was escaping though, and eventually he found himself cornered by the raid leader and a few others. Although unarmed, he was able to take a few down before being knocked to the ground. He would have been killed then and there like every other soul on board were it not for the raid leader both being impressed and noticing the slave collar. He gave Dredd an ultimatum: Join or die.

Following his ‘rescue’ of sorts, Dredd then served the Mandalorians, learning their ways and finding a path he could follow. The Mandalorians were so different, made up of so many races and background, and yet held similar beliefs to him. He knew immediately that it was there that he belonged. He spent three years on operations, taking part in various raids and battles. Quickly his superiors began to take recognition of his skill set and began sending him on infiltration missions, which on a few occasions allowed them to turn the tides of battle. It was because of this skill set that he was drafted into the Mynock Squad. Although he was still fairly inexperienced and new to the crusade, the Mynock Squad had lost their infiltrator and Dredd was the closest decent one at hand. After a couple of successful missions the Squad decided he had earned his place and chose to keep him on rather than replace him.

Psychological Analysis:
Dredd is a warrior by birth, brought up like all in his community to believe that combat was the purest form of expression and was to be respected. In this he is also a true Mandalorian and he yearns to fight above all else. Due to his early years he has, what other Echani used to think, was an unhealthy obsession with being different and standing out. In order to feed this obsession he strives to stand out by besting others, particularly in hand to hand combat. He is competitive to say the least. All this aside, Dredd is fairly talkative and enjoys goading and taunting those around him. He will often speak his mind and give advice where he has it. However he rarely talks of his feelings nor of his home; not because it is painful, but because such things simply do not interest him overly. The only time he speaks of home is when his fellow Mandalorians talk of fighting the Echani, at which point he usually becomes eager to spar with them. In battle he is very level headed, and whilst he does feel fear occasionally manages it well (usually through violent expression).

Character Relations:

• Rika – Having served under Rika for the last four years, he has built up a healthy rapport with his leader. He is particularly grateful for her choosing to keep him on, feeling honoured to serve in such an elite squad and get the chance to battle skilled enemies. Given that she also sees combat as a form of expression, he feels that he can sometimes communicate with her better.
• Russ – Dredd and Russ joined around the same time and Dredd feels that they get on well, both taking the opportunity to throw quips in each other’s directions.
• Ryleer – Ryleer is one of the few that know what it is like for the Mandalorians to fight their own people. Although Dredd has not directly had to fight his own people like Ryleer did (save for a couple of ship raids), he feels he is able to show an empathy that others may not. He often tries to get Ryleer to spar with him.
• Enu'falu – Dredd still doesn’t really know her that well.
• Mar – Despite having served with each other for four years the two rarely speak, as often they are on opposite sides of the battle field.
• HK-2020TEM – Dredd is somewhat suspicious of the new droid.

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EDIT: Hexaflexgaon, your name rings a bell. Did we RP together before?

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

Literally just finished playing KOTOR 1 and 2 (like twenty minutes ago). However before I go reading through all the OOC posts I have two questions:

Firstly: Is this RP still going ahead?
Secondly: Are you still accepting?
Thirdly: Do you have a CS template you would like us to use?

Plague of the North

So you all know. I've got a draft of the next post, but I want to work on it a little more. Gives time for people to join too (as this next post will give a window for new people).

*hint hint* recruit *nudge nudge*