Javier

The Moonlit Order (Interest Check)

Definitely interested

Of Guns and Magic

Looks very interesting, would definitely join.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Dead

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Yeah I'm also dropping, with my grandmother's death I was taken back and then there was Christmas and then new year and then a trip I had planned and now it's about to be finals week so I can't keep up with this RP anymore, I ask that you end my character's life in whichever way you see fit or simply never mention him again. I'm sorry about this and I hope that this doesn't affect the RP in any major way.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Guys, someone just died and I have to go through the grieving, ceremonies, etc. Not only that but I need to regain my creativity after this loss so probably won't have a post until Friday or Saturday. Again, sorry for the delay guys.

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Reggie ate away at his meal; he was enjoying it very much. Once his plate was empty, Reggie went to pick up his bag of coins again, when he had heard a voice behind him. "Ideed what a time to be alive" is what the voice said. Reggie, stunned, had his mechanical arms burst out from within his coat, but as he turned to face the source of the voice, his fear went away. The mechanical apendages has gone from combat-ready stiff to sort of floating there as Reggie saw that the person behind him was none other than that figure who killed Eearl Lightfeather at the ball. Reggie seemed rather shocked that of all people, this executioner would visit him, but Reggie knew that he wasn't there to kill Reggie; at least that's what he hoped.

Now that the figure was there, Reggie could get a closer look at it, allowing Reggie to identify the figure as a male. He looked a lot more intimidating up close, and also seemed very calm. Reggie wondered how he had entered his house without making a noise, but realized that this wasn't the time to ask questions like that. Suddenly, the man continued speaking: "You were at the party, I saw you watching me, you didn't seem repulsed like the others, why?" To this Reggie grinned, he grinned because he had gained the attention of the man whom he now saw as something of a hero, but, not only that, he also saw this vigilante as a chance.

"Why be repulsed?" started Reggie, turning to face the figure completely, "You are help to us and you can help take their power and give to all the rest of people" he finished, still struggling with speaking clearly, but he hoped that the figure understood him. Reggie stood up slowly, as to not come across as someone who wanted a fight with this man, and picked up his things to return them to his coat. Once everything was back in Reggie's coat, the boy went to speak again to the figure. "My name: Reggie, yours?" asked the boy. He was very frustrated that he wanted to help this figure and wanted power to shift to the people but he didn't know how to word it; stil, Reggie looked at the figure, his mechanical arms still out.

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Reggie stood outside of the manor with a smile on his face, as he scanned around for anything he might want to do before heading home. Before this, however, Reggie heard footsteps and turned to see a man, a Technocrat to be precise, walking towards the exit. The man seemed to be mumbling to himself, in a rather troubled state, which showed to Reggie that powers might just be shifting and that the rich and powerful are now afraid. The boy didn't look at the Technocrat for too long before he turned and started to walk away. He decided that he'd walk to a store before heading home just to see if he could get any money for the parts he took from the destroyed droid. Once Reggie made it to the store, he looked around to see if there was anything he'd want to buy with the money he could potentially get.

Once the boy spotted a lighter and some bronze pieces and cogs that would be of use to him, he approached the counter. At the counter, Reggie poured out half of the pieces he had collected, expecting a price to be given to him.

"I'd say that's worth around 50 coins, considering the type of material they're made of" mentioned who looked to be the owner of this shop.

This price didn't please Reggie, as he had noticed that the grand total of what he wanted to buy was 75 coins, so he thought of adding a little extra detail for the owner to know. Reggie would also add half of what remained of the operating system just in case the man wouldn't be swayed just yet.

"These are parts of Earl Lightfeather's d-d-droid, the ones used for s-serving," began Reggie, noticing how the owner's interest seemed greater, "and this is a part of the operate system" finished Reggie, placing the extra piece on the counter in front of him. He struggled to find the words but it seemed that the owner understood Reggie just fine.

"Well, upon further inspection, I'll give you 100 coins; take it or leave it" finally answered the man, after thinking about it for a moment, putting the coins on the table for Reggie to count.

Once Reggie counted the coins and made sure that they were in fact 100 real coins, he stepped away from the counter to pick up the lighter and metal parts he saw. Reggie returned to the counter and placed them on the table along with 70 of the coins he had recieved, prompting the man to put them all in a bag for Reggie to take home. Reggie smiled at the man courteously before taking his leave, but as he walked out, the owner called out to him, "Hey kid, you should consider getting a dictionary!" Reggie simply waved to him in acknowledgement and walked out onto the streets.

Reggie looked satisfied with what he had acquired, but one thing started to bug him: maybe he should get a dictionary. Not that Reggie cared about what other people thought of him, but he did hate the fact that he rarely understood anyone perfectly because of his lack of knowledge of the language. The boy carried this thought all the way to his house, suddenly realizing that he probably would need to learn to read before actually getting a dictionary. This prompted him to decide that he'd save money starting then until he was able to purchase something of a proper education in English (which would probably be either a machine or someone who'd be willing to teach him).

Finally, Reggie saw the door to his house, it was a rusty door that looked very old but was still able to withstand a few more years before needing a replacement. Reggie opened the door and entered his home, closing the door behind him. The inside of his house looked more like a junkyard; there were metallic pieces everywhere which made it hard to walk, with the exception of two out of the three rooms which were the bedroom/bathroom and the kitchen, which, for some reason, had his little desk for building inside. Reggie took out the pieces he bought and the ones he took from the droid that he hadn't sold, and placed them on his desk alongside the lighter. He took out his little swarm of mechanical flies and weapon pieces and ammo out of his overcoat and placed them on the kitchen table, next to where he'd sit to eat.

The boy then proceeded to put a bit of food on his plate before sitting down to eat. As he ate, Reggie pulled out his small pouch, which had 30 coins at the moment, and looked at it for a second, before placing it next to the other stuff he had on the kitchen table. Reggie took bite after bite, looking at his plate intently, and noticing how empty it looked in comparison to what the Technocrats ate. This suddenly brought back the shadowy figure, the one who killed Earl Lightfeather, and what had transpired that night. His only thoughts were with the figure and the possibility of getting that plate of his fuller which came with the figure. "What a time to be alive" said Reggie to himself loudly with a grin on his face; he knew this was the beginning of a great conflict. This conflict would be bloody and many would die, but Reggie decided that he'd not be among the dead and that he'd thrive from this conflict.

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Reggie was looking around, always keeping track of everything that was going on as he never wanted to lose control of the situation. This meant avoiding drinks, conversation, and even eye contact with people (not that they'd notice since he was wearing his goggles). After some time, maybe two, three hours (Reggie lost count), a droid had called for everyone's attention, announcing Earl Lightfeather, the host of this event. Reggie looked upon where the man was standing; Arrogance in the flesh is what Reggie had once heard one of his co-workers call this man. The thought of this nickname was rather amusing to the boy, as he chuckled quietly, as to avoid any unnecessary attention being drawn to him.

Earl Lightfeather stood proudly in front of all of his guests and began giving his little speech. He was saying something about how his new mining project had had a couple of setbacks or somehting like that, and then his wife proceeded to joke about how interchangeable and expendable the proles were. This comment angered Reggie somewhat, and what was worse was how much the other Technocrats were laughing with it; even some Meritocrats like Reggie's boss were laughing along. At this point Reggie had lost all interest in this man and simply looked back to his boss, who was leaning against the left wall of the place holding an expensive drink in his hand.

This was when it happened; just as Reggie opened his overcoat to cool down a little there was a bang. The explosion threw shrapnel around the room and nearly blinded Reggie, who was looking directly at the area of the explosion. Instinctively, Reggie poked his mechanical arms through the holes in his overcoat and got in a defensive position. It must be said, however, that this "defensive position" was more like Reggie clumsily going low and covering his head with his human arms while his mechanical arms pointed forward; not only that but he almost tripped while doing it. After a couple of seconds of holding this position and no damage being done to him, Reggie recovered and straightened himself out, looking around the room.

He looked back towards where his now-former boss was lying, almost torn apart by the explosion, That did not last long thought Reggie, referring to the amount of time he'd worked for this man. As the boy scanned the room, the noticed a dark figure standing where the Lightfeather couple stood moments earlier. This figure looked very dark, with a plague doctor mask and red goggles paired with black robes, bronze and steel armor, and two curious-looking gauntlets on its hands. Instantly, Reggie smiled; he was sure that this was the vigilante that people were talking about, the one who would murder these oppressive Technocrats, the one who would open a window for Reggie to get what he wants.

Quickly, the droid behind the figure attempted to attack it from behind, to which the figure quickly responded by going dodging and then scrapping the poor thing with claws that came from his gauntlets. The speed at which this shadow reacted was incredible to Reggie, who was never really an athletic person, hence the mechanical arms. The figure then picked up Earl Lightfether with little to no effort and looked at him. The figure then spoke: "Earl Arthur Lightfeather, I find you guilty of oppression, decadence, persecution and gluttony. Your sentence, execution!". Almost immediately after saying this, the figure plunged its claws into the chest of the poor man, killing him instantly. This simply captivated Reggie, who now saw this vigilante as more of a justice-seeking executioner.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you whom would oppress your fellow man" proclamed the figure, before leaving through the use of a grappler. Reggie simply looked at the place where this figure had stood in complete and utter amazement; amezement at how someone could be so brave and capable as to oppose these wealthy men and women. The boy walked forward, towards his former boss' dead body, poking it with one of his mechanical arms to inspect it. Once Reggie confirmed that this man was indeed dead, he turned back to where Earl's body lay and approached silently amongst all of the chaos and confusion. He quickly stood around, pretending to care about the Technocrat's death, all the while his mechanical arms collected pieces from the ruined droid that lay on the ground.

Once Reggie collected enough pieces, he retracted his mechanical arms back into his overcoat and closed it on the front. Reggie carefully walked around the dead and injured people towards the exit; he was in no hurry, considering that most people would be too worried with their own safety or wouldn't care enough to stop him. Once Reggie made it to the exit, he walked out and turned, looking into this collossal chaos that had erupted. The boy silently chuckled and turned back, with the intention of returning to his rather modest home, knwoing that, should this shadowy figure come again, it would most likely not hit Reggie since he was one of the "oppressed".

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"Kid, just nod to whoever as much as looks at you and don't try to say anything or to be funny unless directly ordered to, understand?"

The man was talking to a young engineer at the ball. The boy simply nodded, feeling somewhat sad for his 10th, or possibly 11th boss, who depended on the actions of a simple prole to maintain his position. You see, this man was under fire from his Technocrat superior for having faulty weapons produced at his section of a large dealership; so he thought that presenting this boy to him would provide some job security. The two quickly reached the man's boss and the man politely greeted his superior and spoke in a tone the boy could not hear, but he knew the conversation was most likely about him. After about a minute of talking the Technocrat approached the boy, keeping his distance somewhat.

"What is your name?" the Technocrat asked while handing his coat off to some prole who was under him.

"My name... Reggie" replied the boy; he never could get around to learning proper responses or the use of words like "is".

"I've heard quite a lot about your skills from Thomas," began the man, referring to Reggie's boss, taking a glass from one of the droids and taking a sip, "stick around, you two, for I will need proof of this boy's 'skills' after the ball has ended" he finished, before being greeted by other fancy-looking individuals, presumably his family, and then taking off with them.

Reggie didn't exactly like this man; he had this obnoxious tone to his voice and just acted so arrogantly, even towards Reggie's boss. As the man walked away, Reggie's boss walked up to him with the intention of speaking.

"You go over to that corner and stay there; and don't move until I instruct you to, are we clear?" asked Thomas in an angry voice.

"Understanded" responded the boy, to which his boss scoffed at before walking away (he never liked Reggie's limited language understanding and would often yell at him for it).

Reggie shuffled over to the corner and simply stood there fiddling about with his mechanical arms that were kept hidden within his overcoat. Suddenly, he looked up upon hearing something of a rather interesting nature. While Reggie had a hard time making out everything that these Meritocrats were saying, he managed to understand that there was some vigilante-type figure going around and supposedly killing the Technocrats who oppress the lower classes. Reggie smiled ever so slightly at this; you see, while he had never hated Technocrats he didn't particularly like them and always wished to have their power and assets, and this looked to be the beginning of an opportunity for him.

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Reggie

Name: Reggie (no last name due to reasons stated in the back story)
Age: 19
Social Class: Prole
Employment: Engineer (somewhat)
Skills and abilities:
-Reggie doesn't know how to read or write yet can speak somewhat understandably (only English).
-Reggie may be very weak and scrawny, but he has two mechanical arms to assist with hand-to-hand combat, though Reggie will avoid this at all costs, considering that he still doesn't exert perfect control over these robotic limbs.
-Reggie isn't too good at building regular objects, but is exceptional at constructing weaponry, which is ironic considering how afraid of combat he is and how physically incapable he is.
-Reggie always wants to have as much control as possible, which is why he has crafted a small swarm of mechanical flies which act as a simple reconnaissance unit and, in the case of a few of them, assist with hijacking some forms of technology.
-Lastly, Reggie seems to have the strange ability to make people feel uneasy.
Equipment:
-Small wrist watch.
-2 mechanical extremities attatched to his back (one of which delivers shocks upon contact with the palm of the arm).
-15 mechanical flies (originally 40) kept inside of a protective jar within Reggie's coat.
-A small toolkit.
-Goggles wirelessly connected to the flies to allow for easier reconnaissance.
-Pistol parts along with lots of ammunition (Reggie has been trying to implant a gun mechanism into one of his robotic extremities but hasn't been able to do it yet, hence the extra tools).
General Back Story: Reggie was born somewhere on the streets to a mother that barely cared about him and no father. Early on in his life, at the age of 4, his mother was dead of unknown causes which left him to fend for himself. This lack of any sort of parents or parent-like figures in Reggie's life left him without an identity or a last name, essentially making him a true nobody. He found an old and ruined shop of some old man who worked for a weapon manufacturer back in the days and stayed with him for a while. Here, through experimentation, Reggie learned to construct weapons and use tools, as well as understanding the technology that went into certain pieces of machinery and being able to take over them. This didn't last all that long, much to Reggie's dismay, for the old man died leaving quite the hefty debt behind. Forced to leave before the people who came to collect the debt found him, Reggie has lived on the streets finding small engineering jobs here and there, while still focusing on perfecting his own body to become a man and a machine at the same time.
Appearance:
This is somewhat of an over-exaggeration of Reggie, since his clothing is dirtier and more torn and the hat isn't in the greatest of conditions either, also, Reggie has both of his robotic extremities on either sides of his upper back as well as his regular clothing.