If there are RPs/PM's I need to reply to- I am working on it, I'm a little overladen in life atm. I haven't forgotten about you :)
10 yrs ago
Aaand back.
10 yrs ago
ALERT- I'm going AFK for a week, anyone that sees this on here, I won't be about to respond, this is to both 1x1s/RPs.
Bio
I've RP'd for the best part of over 14 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
Max chuckled, shaking Kaitlyn's hand, looking across at the grey Evo, a smile forming on his face as he looked at the intricacy of the build. Yeah, his insticts were right, he mused internally to himself. "Pleasure to meet you, love. Damn, Kaitlyn, that Evo is something. Nothing beats four-wheel drive, right? That and the amount of aero on that thing, shit it probably stays glued t' tar through corners!" He added, chuckling as he looked across, giving a sweet whistle. "So I guess you're a built, not bought sort of girl. I'm sorta the same, but well....I ran out of ideas and money for now."
Looking across, more cars were coming in as a Supra's turbo whine interrupted the two, more people joining in, and while Max wanted to talk cars all night long, he knew they had other things to be getting on with right now. "Shit, tell you what. Magnus himself actually invited me down, I sort of know him through a friend of a friend thing deal....wanna come wtih and see if we can find him?"
The music was blaring from the soundsystem of one of the converted VW Camper vans that had turned up, the empty shell of the warehouse containing the bit of Nordic Customs that had come with the lease, yet Magnus hadn't actually needed for any workshop at all. Instead, it was empty, and filled with people grabbing light beer at a long bar, this basically being a giant cafe of sorts for street racers. A weird atmosphere, but given the crowds that came here, it only made sense, as Max could only smirk at the sight of it all, knowing somewhere inside would be the mad Faroese tuner that'd made his fortune out here.
Max whistled, listening intently to Silverwind's brief. They both recognised the serious tech, and the unparalleled
"Questions, comments, insults.....none, that's fucking mad, and see my previous comment." Max only said, chuckling as he took a breath. "Seems good to me, Silver. Deep behind enemy lines again, but more hit and run, with a little intelligence gathering. Oh, and it's good to have you back, Cat. It'll be good to have an extra pair of eyes watching. I guess anti-armour is the flavour of the day, with a little versatality beyond that too. Advanced kit means stuff that can punch through a bit more." Max commented, just starting for now, already seeing the burning look in the jaguar's eyes next to him.
Anna nodded to Silverwind, sighing at the other feline's remark. "I have a few, Silverwind. Maybe I'm already overthinking, tell me if I am..." "Always, Anna. But go on?" Max added, with only a hint of a chuckle.
Looking on at the 3D oversight, Anna looekd closely at the perimeter fencing, and the other. "Right, so the site is in the middle of nowhere. Works good for heavy-hitting work, but means there is absolutely no way you can fuck up an insertion if you go to the wrong LZ as it'll get you hit on arrival. Makes my job in particular spicy, heh. Hmm....okay, looking at it, we might be able to pull something.
"I'll take the laser pointer, and if you bring laser-guided munitions, one of you can bomb the absolute hell out of a couple of those GEARs. Put me in twenty minutes early, and I'll have the base warmed for your arrival. I might be able to identify the sensitive parts, the bist we don't want to bomb too. And, I can probably take some explosives and create some serious boom on that motor pool and cylindrial hydrogen tank there, where those light vehicles are all parked. Right amount of RDX, before you bring the big guns and half the base will be up in smoke for us to start our work. If their advantage is armour, let's fucking level it with shock and awe.." Anna said, very calculated and stern, as Max shrugged, sighing.
"If the boss agrees to it, Anna. I've got nothing against it, but if you can do that without turning the absolute entire place into a powder keg and just little bits, go ahead. That's gonna be one hell of an infiltration though..."
"The SIS sent me some new toys on requesition, Max. You two aren't the only ones who gets prototype tech around here." "Alright, Anna "I'm basically a Secret Agent" here, I get you want to also show off...we just gotta play it careful." "Says the guy who's gonna fly a GEAR into a Sinal base."
Max shrugged, looking to Silverwind, almost as if to say "can you believe this shit", just how stern and absolute Anna was in that moment. Most people really couldn't work with her- but you couldn't doubt her wired up mind, absolute and total in how she got shit done in the field, and eventually, she would always relent down to authority when she had to get that in her head.
It's no issue to me- so long as it's played straight (they aren't dominant in either field, just more a jack of all trades that's really difficult/unwieldy in most combat operations)- Max is a guy who fits that ethos well, and I think Anna might have something up her sleeve too haha.
Max nodded, turning around to see the sight of the girl adoring his Skyline, stopping him right in his tracks as he looked back, tilting his sunglasses up and chuckling.
"You know how it is, same way they do overnight parts shipping from Yokohama. Straight off the boat. She's still a work in progress but....I just had to get it out here. This is all a bit insane!" Max said, his soft northern English accent blending with the Manx, a hearty and wholesome accent that wasn't like Ross's, a hearty Scots one- but a more English, clear and concise accent that didn't hide the cheekie-chappie that Max was. On another note though, he had to just take the girl in, her demeanour inquisitive, clearly someone who wasn't just here to oggle at cars but drove one. Nerding out, but understanding the machinery. Something just said that to him, it just came naturally, as he smiled, patting the bonnet, as he sighed.
"Glad to hear someone appreciates Japanese tuners too. Nothing like a well oiled machine made by people who know their engineering. Don't get me started on the last BMW I had....what about you?" Max added, chuckling as he looked across to another pair of Porsches coming in, sighing. "Damn, this really is Magnus's haunt alright....sorry, I haven't introduced myself at all. I'm Max Parker, and yeah, "he's from England"..." He said, in a sarcastic American tone right at the end, a little self-aware of the fact that he was a Brit in the streets of LA, and he was always gonna stick out like as sore thumb. She seemed cute, whoever she was, very pretty, and had a charm, a mechanical interest that wasn't of some dumb random girl who saw a Skyline once- but actually took notice. Whoever she was, Max was piqued, but hey, plenty of women were getting into cars these days- so probably another one of those, he reminded himself before jumping to conclusion.
Haha, no worries! Really liking the new design introduced- it's a little more versatile/cool to work with! I see it in Max's eyes as basically a dream machine- but something very experimental/odd to the use. Thinking through some loadouts already!
Max and Anna headed into the hangar for a brief moment, the look of the two felines a sight to behold. Fierce, driven, yet contrasting somewhat, the black jaguar against the golden lion just the skin-deep differences to start. Max's mew toy had replaced his "Lion Rampant" which had been re-allocated, and the "Fly-on Rampant" was potentially the punniest name he had ever come up with for a GEAR that has actually gotten painted onto the gold and navy coloured, next-generation, flight-capable GEAR. It felt like a fucking space-age technology to Max, an experimental, starnge and odd machine- lighter and slightly smaller than the Hargun, yet far more impressive for its flight capability. It was Max's dream- it suited him almost perfectly, and even Anna had to admit, the tech had leaked into her kit too.
The jaguar looked to Max, signing as she looked up to him, then the Falcon. "You know, this is a big fucking excuse not to use a wingpack." "Hey, I'd do it like the best of you. Besides, that's your domain now. Wait, shit...briefing's in five." "We better go then." Anna replied, nodding to Max as he led the way, the confident lion taking the lead. Max had recovered well from the last op, but he still felt tired, out of it from what had happened. Anna getting hurt, and a lot of good rebel soldiers dying for nothing felt like a blow. While aloof, he wasn't like Anna- he felt what they felt, and knew that shit like that just couldn't keep happening.
Heading to the briefing room after their brief excursion out to the hangar, it felt like a breath of fresh air to be seeing both Silverwind and Catriona once again. Looking across to Silverwind, Max and Anna looked almost like opposites attracting, the dark grey hexagonal winter-like stealth fatigues of Anna contrasting with the almost summery golden-brown hexes of Max's GEAR pilot's fatigues.
"Colonel Silverwind....looks like our last excursion couldn't kill Anna, nor Miss Burner over there neither. So, what insane shit have we got next, boss?" Max asked, chuckling as Anna looked up to him, sighing as he took a seat, putting his feet onto the chair in front, aware that this was a little more chilled out- and well, if you weren't laughing, you were tearing your ears out from what happened last time. Anna wasn't so easy.
"I swear, the only thing that keeps us as friends, Max, is that maybe you're just about as crazy as me, but honestly, I'm not sure what else..." She quietly mused, Max getting a chuckle out of Anna's sark.
Looks good! I like this lots! All works for me- I think I'll keep Max with a more defaulted GEAR, though he might have some extra tricks up his sleeves!
Only comment- it's Anna, not Alicia :P
EDIT: Just finished her CS. I enjoyed writing her up- I feel she's a female Sam Fisher meets a more gritty, urban character, in the last RP she probably doesn't show her entire colours I feel as a stealthy operator- here she just might.
EDIT EDIT: Boomshakalaka, post is up. I'm gonna try and stick to my three paragraph rule here, just so I can keep my replies tight!
Anna stands a few inches shorter than Max, though the feminine feline is no less a presence when she enters a room. Anna is slim, yet muscular, possessing phenominal cardiovascular ability that gives her the ability to keep going, and going like a beast possessed- parkour, climbing and running are in her repertoire, and make her a terrifying opponent in a one-on-one, even in spite of her shorter stature. Her hair is as black as her skin rather than grey, kept exceptionally short and making her ears more prominent than her practically kept hairline. The spots on her skin are even a muted tone, with scratches along her arms and legs from vaulting and running. She often wears a balaclava while at work, or a black beanie hat, a different choice to the typical baseball cap used by recon teams. A significant scar runs along her abdomen, where she was stabbed by an insergent.
Her voice is a silky, yet deep tone that mostly remains quiet, harsh upon being raised and hardly something pleasing to hear when she calls out, an accent and tone akin to afro-brazillian Portuguese, and lot more street-ready. Whilst possessing a roar, it's considerably different to Max.
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Personality: Positive Personality Traits: Honest. Fearless. Good at listening. Straight talking. Patient. Very Calculated. Nigh-unbreakable. Negative Personality Traits: Aloof. Blunt. Cold-Blooded. Ruthless. Sarcastic.
Likes: Danger. Quiet people. Stealth ops. Dislikes: Interference. Needless social contact. Working with others.
Anna is incredibly cold, ruthless and capable, almost driven by some sort of energy that eminates from her shy personality. She seems to have not drawn any boundaries for her pain nor her lack of ability to do something - pretty much anything is doable to her, but as such, it makes her usually alone in that activity, and happier for it. Anna is a good listener, wise and very street-smart, able to sit and blend in, or go all out when the time comes. Perhaps not a lovely person, a bit awful to most.
That said, she can make incredibly warm friends- though you know the sarcasm goes up to 11 if you're really close to her. Max and Cat are two in particular, people she would give out her close life details to, such is her respect, and once you learn that bit of her, she's easy company to keep.
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History:
Born on a poor housing block in the capital of Solernia, Anna Marina Caldeira was born to the very opposite of silver spoon that Max was born into, brought up by her policewoman mother in the absence of her father as an only child- her father being someone Anna hasn't seen since her fifth birthday. She was always a shy girl, the jaguar brought up in a violent, often turbulent background and constantly living in fear. Anna did not do well in school as a result even in spite of her cutting mind and fighter's attitude due to having poor and confrontational behaviour, a defense mechanism of sorts- it burned her at every opportunity and the only reason she perhaps made it as far as she did was the intervention of after-school athletics and boxing programmes and her mother's gritty attitude. Anna was shy, but a fighter and completely fearless- and told from day one to always do whatever it takes to survive, and more than that, do better.
Upon turning 19, Anna joined the RSDF as an infantry soldier, and her phsyical talent from her school athlete days carried her easily through basic, as did her talent with a rifle. Anna was incredibly capable, but incredible difficult to work with. Her unrelenting discipline got her scolded by squadmates, and she was almost unworkable as a strict, cold character in the group. Yet her talent in a fireteam on peacekeeping missions meant that she was selected to go forward for Special Forces training, and here again, she got in with flying colours. Particular credit was given to her ferocity in the assault courses, aerial insertion work and her resistance to torture as well as her talents in stealth, where Anna left many men behind for dust. The girl was unbreakable- almost as if something was driving her, her drive and willingess to do anything it took almost too alluring to resist.
Yet Anna through this time appeared to be repeating the same mistakes, when assigned to different SOF teams. Except this time, the brass made one little difference. The street girl from the estates was an exceptional talent at being the "grey" operator Special Forces Command craved, and had every talent nailed that they wanted. Not the kind that worked in an ordinary team. Inserted in domestic anti-terrorist teams or with the Intelligence Services, Anna was used as a lone wolf, a deniable operator who could kill, hurt and cause pain as a one person unit. Sent into foreign nations with the Solernian Intelligence Services, "Spectre" had no qualms doing things other oprerators would balk at or, be terrified of. Those who knew her knew she was awkward, difficult to work with, and almost impossible to manage. But when she worked, she did things most infiltrators wouldn't dare- absolutely and completely ruthless about her job. She didn't care who she killed. Duty, control and getting the mission done meant saving lives. Even if it meant doing something truly awful.
Max handpicked her upon hearing that the SIS no longer required her services, and while the two did not intially get on, through a mixture of sarcasm, wit and humour, the two learned to handle each other as two weird and quirky people- tempering each others' flames, Max the playful and resourceful lion, Anna the ruthless and cold, sarky jaguar of the team. They worked together for two years, through hell and high water, and whilst not getting the promotion she deserved, has stayed with Max out of loyalty.
In her last deployment in the civil war, Anna was stabbed by an hidden insergent whilst clearing out a complex in the hunt for the mysterious Silent Line figure, rescued by Catriona yet able to direct Viper to assist and get her out after being dragged unconcious by the insergents, Actual, Hopper and Kestrel getting them out of dodge. Bleeding out alongside Catriona has increased her respect for the Highland Cow, knowing she isn't all talk but caring and something Anna knows she needs to reciprocate- almost melting her in an odd way. Ever since, she has recovered fully and like the fighter she is, continued in what she does. Spectre doesn't die that easy, after all.
2x K8 SOF Combat Knife 2x M8A Select-Fire PDS with Silencer/LAM
RI M23 w/ 40mm Grenade Launcher -Holographic Sight and Magnifier, Vertical Foregrip, Silencer, Laser/Light Module, Golden-Grey Camo
Reconaissance Fatigues and Armour (Gold/Grey) OR Stealth Fatigues (Black) Pebble Ommni-Tool Personal First Aid Kit Personal Survival Kit Climbing Rope and Harness + Magnetised Grappling Hook PID (Laser Designator/Thermal Imaging Device) Grenades, Smoke Grenades and Flashbangs Quad-Vision NVGs 2kg of RDX Explosives
Max has the long, wild mane that comes with being a lion- yet his almost gives him the look of a surfer or a biker rather than a special forces reconnaissance operator. Even for a lion, he's clearly let it go as his own taste. His golden-brown mane wraps thickly around his head and chin to past his neck, Max occasionally braiding his hair into Faerie Lock-styles when he feels like really pissing off his CO. His face is stoic, with staring golden-green eyes that are almost cold to the work he does, a strong chin and a deep scar running along the left side of his face by the side of his mane that extends to his ear. He has no spots of note, but his scar and particular mane make him stick out from afar. If you ask him about his messy look, he's unlikely to give you a response that is constructive.
Max also stands slightly taller than many other lions of his size, and than any in his family. Whilst skinnier, he is well built, with multiple cuts and bruises across his body from fighting. With a golden-pale furry skin from paw to paw, he also has a short tail with a golden-black brush, the one thing he despises as a marksman for his aim. His training in the special forces, and his wanderlust have made him into an excellent athlete, with particular specialism in brute explosive force, in sprinting or lifting. When Max goes from a standing position into movement, there are few that can even keep up- but his cardio isn't as phenominal as other long-distance athletes. While his skill may be in distant shooting, his close-quarters capability is potent and fierce, being more than willing to get himself in the way of a fight. It explains a lot of the recent bruises/cuts he's received- he doesn't exactly shy away when the time comes.
His voice is oddly silky and deep given his posh upbringing, yet can become gruff when on the frontline- capable only second to Fionn in timbre and volume, perhaps coming quire close when he roars. It holds a predominantly as as something between an Africaans and a southern English accent- a very weird blend even for Solernia. Unlike Fionn, his wroth is used far more often and has a bark to it- a lion's roar is not easily ignored.
Max appears to fall into many a trait of a lion- an almost recklessly brave, intelligent individual, who seems to not understand his flaws are from his strengths. Max's Special Forces history has clearly made him able to do anything, anywhere, anyhow and just be himself- a freeflowing agent of chaos who is quite literally lionhearted, almost to a fault. As a typical lion, he has a very strong personality yet has a want to be social and get on with people- though only if this doesn't come at the cost of his personal aims and ambitions, unlike much of Arvaran culture.
This makes him aloof at times and prone to avoid people, sometimes a little confused of the typical order of things and combined with his wisdom and intelligence, makes him either distrusting or very loyal to those around him he calls friends. He will get things done no matter what, and while patient in his work as an operator, he won't hesitate to go above and beyond to get the job done by any means required- a trait further enhanced by his risk-taking attitude. War has clearly changed him- his stare is cold, and he seems very direct, moreso than he used to be when he was younger as a result of being involved in conflict- one could almost suggest it was like some form of PTSD. His constantly driven, direct, brave and no-bullshit approach has made him perhaps more self-interested than he ought to be, albeit with an overall motive and ability to do what is right for the people close to him. While he can laugh, it is sometimes hard for some people to get close to Max- his wroth certainly doesn't help when his patience snaps.
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History:
Born to an aristocratic father and a Doctor for a mother in the sunny south of Solernia, Max had it well to do when he was growing up- as the third son of five children he given a stable and happy upbringing. He had an otherwise quiet childhood,and left with school above average grades. Yet of his siblings, he wasn't the most intelligent- his brothers and sisters in the Bastion family (Helen (35), Talisa (33), Felix (27) and Sam (23)) became architects, lawyers, accountants and a Doctoral researcher respectively in the end. Max was a black sheep, so to speak- even despite his good upbringing, he just wasn't going to live up to his siblings success.
In youth, he found himself far adventurous than others- wanting to rebel against his parents and society in general. The sandy beaches of southern Solernia and the beating sun gave him summers spent surfing, joining moped gangs and anything that would give him more adventure. He wanted purpose, meaning, reason- a third child had to find one, and he found it in places most didn't seek to look. As capable as he was, he had no discipline, and just nothing but shenanigans on his mind. This in itself distanced him from his siblings, who he felt he had little in common with- they were all garnered to become successful members of Solernian society, and back then, it was a society he wanted no part in.
He got into trouble with the police every so often but unknowingly to him, was bailed out by his parents more times than he really should have been and was straightened into line- put into the Royal Solernian Defence Force as a reservist to give him something to do that wasn't causing mischief. He studied Solernian History at university (something he resents doing, given he was half forced by his parents to go in), graduating with good grades- yet was targeted from the outset by the Forces, who took him on as a reservist. He had no life plans, so when a career in the Defense Forces beckoned and appealed to his inner adventurer, he couldn't wait to take it on- becoming a full-time infantryman in the RSDF. And from there, he found purpose.
With experience in more and more peacekeeping deployments, Max was eventually trained in the RSDF Special Operations Forces two years in, relishing the opportunity to learn and develop with something that took his playful and resourceful manner to hand. He learned how to pilot a GEAR, learning in particular how to use it in a versatile way rather than any specialist manner that would pay off for him in him in his role as a recon operative- always outgunned and needing to be ready for anything.
It seemed that the young, free spirited university graduate had given way to something far colder and darker. A lion doesn't often make a good infiltrator, or recon operator- yet Max, in his own way, made it his own. He was seen as an excellent reconnaissance specialist, able to cope alone and in putting himself in harm's way when needed with an aggressive strategy rather than a passive and quiet method. Most would have crumbled- but Max appeared to be very, very good at his job and taking lives in cold blood from afar or up close and completing objectives that allowed SDF forces the upper hand in engagements.
Max was daring- and he held high standards of his men, receiving the same respect back, eventually leading 2nd Squad, 1st Platoon in the RSDF 501st SF Reconnaissance Company. Reconnaissance in a large mechanized vehicle is still difficult for the best operator, moreso when you're miles behind enemy lines- but the actions of Max's unit ripped up the playbook, hitting silently, hard, or both against often overwhelming numbers and gaining valuable information without ever being even seen. The "Bastion", as he was otherwise known as wasn't afraid to get his paws dirty, being fully aware of not becoming dependent on his GEAR in combat despite using it to great effect in hit-and-run raids. The enemy couldn't report where he was if he had taken one of their eyes out, after all. As a result, command looked past his quirky traits- he did things his way, and he got results. In or out of a GEAR, Max was good at what he did, and most would have said that he seemed to have his life together. Almost too good.
A punch up due to a disagreement with Major saw him thrown into a brig for three months, and released back to a new normal- that of being on thin ice and under scrutiny. It felt like no matter who he led into battle, what he accomplished, there was a chip on his shoulder and he wasn't appreciated for doing what was needed. While some counter-terrorist and anti-piracy operations followed, he couldn't help but feel that he was being pushed away- into quitting, and that in itself even for someone as brave as Max just didn't sound like something he wanted to experience. While he'd love to spend more time surfing, travelling and living as fiercely independent as he does, he can't deny that the SOF gives him purpose and reason to be better than he was- and most of all, someone who can actually keep up with his siblings.
So the callup into the 33rd couldn't have come sooner. It was another SOF gig, and most of all, a fresh chance to carry on doing what he'd found gave him purpose, duty and drive in life.
Hobbies & Interests: -Reading Natural/Aravan History -Adventurous Pursuits -Surfing -Rock/Punk Music -Motorcycles -Gaming -The Great Outdoors
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K8 SOF Combat Knife M8A Select-Fire PDS with Silencer/LAM
RI M23 ISS -Thermal Imaging/Digital Sniper Optic, Bipod, Angled Foregrip, Side-Mounted Holographic Optic, Silencer, Laser/Light Module, Golden-Grey Camo
-Alternatives used as appropriate, with an Anti-Material loadout such as:
Personalised GEAR Suit and Helmet, golden-brown-grey camouflage (helmet replacement during marksman work for a pair of smart goggles and a backward baseball cap) Pebble Ommni-Tool Personal First Aid Kit Personal Survival Kit Climbing Rope and Harness PID (Laser Designator/Thermal Imaging Device) Grenades/Smoke Grenades Quadrotor UAV Reconaissance System (Link to Helmet Visor/Goggles)
I've RP'd for the best part of over 14 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I've RP'd for the best part of over 14 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots.<br><br>I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!</div>
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