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An Ironman RP with a twist...

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An Ironman RP with a twist...

Dblade26 said
Considering making a martial artist but not sure what sort of armor they'd wind up with

Oh, whoops. I missed this and kind of already made one. Sorry.

Super-grungy cyberpunk

Definitely interested in this.

Ideas:

Bio-Technology: recently, scientists have discovered how to lab-grow organs and bio-implants, and how to code genetic sequences effectively. However, they require raw material for this, and people in the slums are liable to be "harvested". However, black-market enhancements are big, big business and many slum dwellers have augments of some sort or other.

Toxicity: as a side-effect of the excessive development, huge amounts of fuels have been burnt and waste dumped. This has raised the level of pollution in the air, water etc. to dangerous levels. The rich and powerful can afford water filtration, bio-implants that get rid of the toxins and so on, but for the average poor Joe life expectancy is thirty if you're lucky and even then you'll be ridden with sores, coughs and other pollution-induced injuries.

People Farms: The working-class people are no longer produced by conventional means. They are grown in huge batches of pods, like in the Matrix, and sterilized at birth, with their eggs and sperm harvested to produce the next generation. This allows the upper-class to precisely control the amount of workers and the resources they have to spend on those workers.

Matrix: While we're on the topic of the Matrix... there's an AR system in place for the upper class. They have access to holographic computer panels wherever they are and never need to move an inch to do their work. For relaxation, they can plug into a VR system and be transported to a fictional world of their own or someone else's devising. Black-market VR is another big business, with gangs running "pod spots" where, for a price, you can spend an hour or two in another reality. However, the pilfered technology is dangerous and can have all manner of side effects.

Automation: Vast computer systems run public transport, building systems such as heating and air conditioning, lifts and fire alarms. It's impossible to go anywhere in the upper levels (where the rich live) without being logged. In comparison, the lower levels (where the poor are) have no such systems, and most conveniences are unreliable at best. However, this allows unregistered movement.

How do these sound?

An Ironman RP with a twist...

Definitely in. Let's get my character sheet up now to secure a spot.

Character Sheet

Name: Jack West
Age: 22

Physical Description: About six foot three, Jack is lean and muscular, with short, caramel-coloured hair and grey eyes. When not in his armour, he tends to wear combat trousers, boots and a vest.

Abilities: Jack is an expert martial artist, holding black belts in four martial arts and has even developed his own style, "Iron Strike", for use in his armour. He is also an excellent mechanic, and often tinkers with his suit in his spare time. However, he is average or below on most other subjects.

Personality: Serious and dedicated when working, but when hanging out with friends he is lively and funny. He is loyal to the people he trusts, but doesn't trust very easily.

Backstory: Born to a poor family, Jack never really had anything. He was tall from a young age, which coupled with his tatty clothes and lack of whatever the latest cool thing was made him a natural victim for bullies all through his school years. Their constant taunting led him to train in martial arts, discovering a natural gift for combat. His lanky frame filled out with muscle, and when, in the first year of high school, the leader of the school gang got his arm broken trying to knife him, Jack was left alone. He quickly reached black belt level in Karate, Jujutsu, Kung-Fu and Eagle Claw.

Several years passed well enough, and he graduated with mostly decent results and a perfect score in Engineering, before moving on to university to study mechanics. During this time, he discovered the existence of a notorious local gang who dealt in drugs, murder and women. Over the course of his time at university, he studied in the day and at night went out to fight the gang. By the time he completed his degree (again with perfect results), the gang was all but decimated.

Tony Stark, on finding out about Jack, decided to offer him a place at the TSA. Honoured with a chance to work on some of the finest pieces of engineering in the world, while refining his martial arts, he accepted immediately.

Other: He has acquired the nickname "Jackie Chan" due to his martial arts prowess and his first name. While he resented it at first, he now finds it as amusing as everyone else.

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Armour Description:

Armour Abilities: This armour has many small manoeuvering thrusters originally designed for space flight. However, they are mainly used to provide extra power to Jack's blows or help him move quickly. Because it was designed for space missions, it has enhanced heat shielding and durability to cope with reentry. In addition, it can fly at much higher speeds than other armours, again because it was designed for space. However, when travelling at these speeds, it loses manoeuvrability and cannot decelerate quickly.

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Sage said
Grand comes in as Ishigo and Ariela are about to interact and:BAM! "Nope, she's at the hospital and I'm going to a meeting."

It's a perfectly logical assumption given that she's broken her hip. I just had my character do what anyone would do if they could (i.e. save her) and then responded logically to Anirus' post. I know it was a bit short, but I was on my tablet at the time (touchscreen keyboards are awful).

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I'll admit that Thanar is probably going to end up as a Quadratic Wizard if I'm not careful...

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AnriuSB said Ariela~~*Snap*The sound of her hipbone breaking under the weight of a sudden form was all Ariela could recall before entering a world of unconsciousness. Her malnutrition and high adrenaline had contributed to both her sudden unconsciousness, and the easily broken bone. As it usually was, Ariela dreamed, she dreamed of better times, of the beauties of the colored world that every other human had taken for granted...The leaves of a fresh autumn graced the floor of the world with a beauty Ariela held most precious in her heart. It was her favorite time of year, and her favorite picnicking spot to boot. Ariela glanced up at her mothers face and tried to tell her that she loved her, and tried to tell her how happy she was to be with her again. Ariela found herself unable to speak however, and found her mother unwilling to look at her.She turned left, hoping to see her father's smiling face their, greeting her. She felt his soft hands in hers, but when she looked up to him, the world grew dark. No longer was it the beautiful autumn's of her past, nay, now it was horrible fires of her nightmares. Her fathers dead body lay on the floor at her feet. Ariela tried to get him to wake up, but he wouldn't. He just lay there, the comfort of his beating heart absent when she held her ear against it. "Papa!" she cried, unable to accept the facts.Then she looked up, only to see her mother, dieing of a horrible disease, yet still refusing to eat her portion of the rations. Ariela pleaded with her, but she instead simply shook her head. "You grow strong my dear, you live to see tomorrow, find a man, and find a life... of love..." Her mother breathed out her final breath and Ariela cried into her cold bosom. Her Mother's final wish unheard, and the last of her childhood innocence ripped from her in a single moment.Then it was dark again, and there were sounds, and there were hands, and then.. There was nothing..

Thanar muttered another curse.

"Damn. Broken hip."

After talking to the police, and then being taken to a hospital (presumably along with Ariela), he sat in his hospital bed awaiting a phone call. The damnable idiots insisted on keeping him to do a full checkup. The confrontation with the Council could wait, he supposed, but the appointment couldn't.

((Sorry for the short post. I don't have access to my computer at the moment.))

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AnriuSB said
Ariela~~~Footsteps..followed by a strange hand upon her head..The voice gave away him away as a man. The sadness within it gave him away as kind. The words he used gave him away as foolish. He did not know her suffering, nor did he know her hatred. "You speak as though I can still turn back... It is too late for me.." She lowered her head as his hand lifted of of it. She curled into the fetal position and wept softly. "You could never understand... None of you could.." She sat their, unmoving, whimpering softly into her one companion. The simple cor eof warmth that had seen her through the winter. It had been cold, but she had survived. She did not need help then and she would not take it now."Leave. Before something bad happens to the both of us." Her blind eyes stared up into what she thought to be his current location. His presence hovered over her, it was suffocating, she loathed it. "Leave me be!" She suddenly screamed, shooting up from her fetal position. She was now standing upright, tears streaming out of her dead eyes. "I don't want your pity! I don't want your help! Humans are dirty! And you are know different!" She broke down, unable to do anything other than mutter the same phrase over and over. "too many times..." She fell too her knees once more. The crowd had stooped and know encircled the two of them, silent and watching. It was like they were observing some animal at a foreign zoo. She felt their stares, heard the deafening silence that gave away their unwanted presence. "EVERYONE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She ran past the man who had approached her, blindly running in the direction of a police hover car, who's sirens had triggered the worry of another woman just two blocks up from Ariela's corner...Ariela was moments from being struck...

Shortly after he gave the coins to the beggar girl, Thanar heard a commotion behind him. Stopping and turning, he saw the girl have some sort of emotional outburst and sprint away, directly into the path of a hover car.

His mind slowed down, as it often did in such situations, allowing him time to think and calculate.

Observation: It is near-certain that girl will be hit by the car. Judging from the speed it's travelling at, the impact will most likely be fatal or cause mortal injury. This will most likely be seen as a serious event: the girl will be dead or dying, the driver probably imprisoned and the man who caused the girl such distress also likely to receive some form of punishment.

Measurement: Only I have the speed to get to her in time, using my windcore ring.

Argument: If I do not save her, she will most likely die.

Counter-Argument: This will be a severe delay and I have important business. Furthermore, she is only a beggar girl and therefore mostly unimportant.

Logical Answer: Continue on my way.

Emotional Answer: Save the girl.

Course of Action: Save the girl.

All this having passed in a fraction of a second, Thanar ran back towards the area, concentrating on his windcore ring, feeling the air build up beneath him until he released it and shot forwards, riding on a gale to slam into the girl and snatch her out of the path of the hover car. He hits the ground hard, taking the impact and feeling something break in his left arm, the one he had grabbed the girl with.

Crying out in pain, he quickly dragged himself to his feet and examined his arm. The hand was at an odd angle and the skin around the wrist was discoloured and bruised. Broken wrist, then. Swearing under his breath at the lack of any sort of core that he could use to heal it or at least alleviate the pain, he returned to the girl and checked her for injuries.

((I'm assuming he succeeds here, obviously.))

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Actually, now I look, it appears somehow I posted it without hitting post as I closed the window...

No idea how that works, but at least it happened.

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Accidentally closed the window and deleted my IC post. I'm not going to have the time to redo it all, so I'll have it up tomorrow.