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Hi and welcome to my profile! Hey!! Wait don't go!... It's dark in here.
What am I into you ask?
Well let me just tell you! I love music, video games, reading and drawing. I also embarrassingly love to watch Looney Tunes Cartoons. (No laughing please :D)
If you have a 1x1 idea or even a group Roleplay your trying to setup I'm more than happy to hear about it. ^.^
What am I into you ask?
Well let me just tell you! I love music, video games, reading and drawing. I also embarrassingly love to watch Looney Tunes Cartoons. (No laughing please :D)
If you have a 1x1 idea or even a group Roleplay your trying to setup I'm more than happy to hear about it. ^.^
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Steel Warrior Academy: A Mecha School RP Signups and Interest Check
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I can remove the missiles that can be guided through vision, however I thought it would be more balanced than seekers just due to needing so much focus to make them hit, an opponent could merely shoot at or use some kind of distraction technique to make her lose focus. ^^ But I'll judt change it to that they follow the the aim of the firing arm, like the infered rockets in half life 2 or the AT launcher in battlefield. ^^
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Name: Lirael Storm
Age:18
Appearance:
Personality: "I would rather have no one, than everyone." Lirael lived this. Training was her only pass time, combat filled her dreams, she reads "Be the best" and attempts to achieve it. Her attitude towards small talk is that their will be time for that when she's old... or dead. Often enough her focus on combat is so demanding that she'll appear rude, seeming as though she is merely just not paying attention.
History: Lirael once made a promise to an old friend during her UEG Mechas club at school; the club only consisted of her and a girl called Rose who at this time was her best friend. "I solemnly swear to uphold Justice and deliever peace to the world." She remembered standing with her hand on heart both wearing sashes made from paper and card stapled together reciting the clubs secret initiation ritual.
Five years later a bomb went off that the UEG said was caused by terrorists, Rose was killed. Lirael knew her promise was of childhood illusions and innocence, she remembered feeling as though peace was an achievable outcome, however that day she realised the sickening truth. That truth is that those who harm the innocent and kill children are evil and all that is left is for the gavel of justice to crush them.
Three years later and Lirael found herself attending the Academy, she would become the gavel, the boot, the weapon to rid the world of evil, thid has become her purpose in life.
Mech: "Carbine" is a light weight frame, with great agility and maneuverability.
Arsenal: Carbine has a short barreled rifle holstered to his side easily reachable and packs a wallop at close range, it's even equipped with a powerful spear that sticks out the bottom of the weapon. She has thusters attached to the feet that alloe for quick escapes and high jumps to make urban combat easier.
The machines left wrist opens and holds two high impact rockets that are designed to devistate armour, however though they move and steer fast being controlled by Liraels own eyes, without direct hits they cause only minor damage having little to no fragmentation.
Lastly Carbine has two short swords strapped to her hides and are always loose n' ready to slash n' dash. The machine is very similar to the standard model only being painted matt white and light orange. It's head is rounded like a knights helmet and is visored 180 degrees around the front for great field of vision, it also had large neck guards and a shield that comes out of the left fore arm but requires the arms payload of rockets to be fired before it'll appear.
Wrote on my phone! So tell me if anything doesn't make sense or needs to be changed :)
Age:18
Appearance:
Personality: "I would rather have no one, than everyone." Lirael lived this. Training was her only pass time, combat filled her dreams, she reads "Be the best" and attempts to achieve it. Her attitude towards small talk is that their will be time for that when she's old... or dead. Often enough her focus on combat is so demanding that she'll appear rude, seeming as though she is merely just not paying attention.
History: Lirael once made a promise to an old friend during her UEG Mechas club at school; the club only consisted of her and a girl called Rose who at this time was her best friend. "I solemnly swear to uphold Justice and deliever peace to the world." She remembered standing with her hand on heart both wearing sashes made from paper and card stapled together reciting the clubs secret initiation ritual.
Five years later a bomb went off that the UEG said was caused by terrorists, Rose was killed. Lirael knew her promise was of childhood illusions and innocence, she remembered feeling as though peace was an achievable outcome, however that day she realised the sickening truth. That truth is that those who harm the innocent and kill children are evil and all that is left is for the gavel of justice to crush them.
Three years later and Lirael found herself attending the Academy, she would become the gavel, the boot, the weapon to rid the world of evil, thid has become her purpose in life.
Mech: "Carbine" is a light weight frame, with great agility and maneuverability.
Arsenal: Carbine has a short barreled rifle holstered to his side easily reachable and packs a wallop at close range, it's even equipped with a powerful spear that sticks out the bottom of the weapon. She has thusters attached to the feet that alloe for quick escapes and high jumps to make urban combat easier.
The machines left wrist opens and holds two high impact rockets that are designed to devistate armour, however though they move and steer fast being controlled by Liraels own eyes, without direct hits they cause only minor damage having little to no fragmentation.
Lastly Carbine has two short swords strapped to her hides and are always loose n' ready to slash n' dash. The machine is very similar to the standard model only being painted matt white and light orange. It's head is rounded like a knights helmet and is visored 180 degrees around the front for great field of vision, it also had large neck guards and a shield that comes out of the left fore arm but requires the arms payload of rockets to be fired before it'll appear.
Wrote on my phone! So tell me if anything doesn't make sense or needs to be changed :)
"Your right." She spoke to the air in front of her as she hunted around for a sign or glimore of hope for any escape to work. "But how, that's the question." She gave her new friend a little smile and attempted to feel optimistic about the whole situation. She grasped Jerry's hand tightly and pulled him towards the centre of the room, closer to the other inmates, she hoped he would follow. "We need to find out if anyone here is truly a threat to us. Or if we are all common allies." She spoke again to air but hoped for Jerry to pick up that it was directed towards him.
Jessica reached the middle of the room and looked around at all the misfits and vagabonds, she thought aboutthem and attempted to do exactly what she was taught against, she would judge them all by appearance and rate them from that. Harsh perhaps mostly for that one with the anti biting garment covering his face but it was her initial preparation.
"Has anyone here seen what lies beyond the walls of this building?" She yelled hoping someone was conscious when dragged inside. If they were on an island hope of escape was pretty low, but cities close by... now that was doable. She didn't know if anyone would care to answer some looked like veterans and wouldn't talk kindlyto a freshling girl.
Jessica reached the middle of the room and looked around at all the misfits and vagabonds, she thought aboutthem and attempted to do exactly what she was taught against, she would judge them all by appearance and rate them from that. Harsh perhaps mostly for that one with the anti biting garment covering his face but it was her initial preparation.
"Has anyone here seen what lies beyond the walls of this building?" She yelled hoping someone was conscious when dragged inside. If they were on an island hope of escape was pretty low, but cities close by... now that was doable. She didn't know if anyone would care to answer some looked like veterans and wouldn't talk kindlyto a freshling girl.
I'll give my jousting partner a bit to post his part before I post :)
The word specisl caused Jessica's interest to pick up and she turned to watch him mime his "comic book shit" powers and smiled at his wording. "Interesting" she gave him another smile, he'd given her a valuable clue about the prison and was curioud about how they both believe they are special. "We are from entirely different backgrounds but both believe we are special. Either this is a shelter for mental patients or we could truly do what we believe we can do. If the latter is true I believe we could be unstoppable." She leaned her red lips softlyttowards Jerry's ear. "We should create an army from the most powerful and destroy what stops our powers. Truly we were created for more than this." She whispered into his ear so close none else could hear.
Leaning back into a more casual stance she stared at her own hands and like Jerry felt she had to mime a motion to truly get her point across. "I along with what ever I held could become a living stream of smoke, no prison could contain me, no human catch me. It unlike yours is a curse" Her hands dropped to her sides and her head looked away from her companion. "I've done terrible things"
"I belong here" Her mind spoke out of turn.
Leaning back into a more casual stance she stared at her own hands and like Jerry felt she had to mime a motion to truly get her point across. "I along with what ever I held could become a living stream of smoke, no prison could contain me, no human catch me. It unlike yours is a curse" Her hands dropped to her sides and her head looked away from her companion. "I've done terrible things"
"I belong here" Her mind spoke out of turn.
Jessica met Jerry's out reaching hand with her own and softly shook it. "Well Jerry, do you believe it's guilt we all share or regret; Perhaps fear?" She couldn't decide what common principles held these inmates within this prison, she believed all have regrets and fears this was obvious due to many being reserved and deciding to stick in small groups... well it was either guilt or shyness and she couldn't believe so many were shy. "Why do you think you're here?" She asked while her black eyes focused on his face.
She knew of the guilt in her life, the events that felt so real and still held open wounds on her soul, unhealing and in no great hurry to let her forget. However was her memories real, all of this was on debate. Perhaps if her powers were her insane imagination then her dreadful acts were also nightmares, she attempted to find solace in that thought but found herself unwilling to believe that they didn't happen in some way.
"Jerry, are you scared?" She asked with a small tremor causimg her to briefly shake, she would blame this on a chill in the air but she knew deep down that not knowing was more terrifying than knowing.
She knew of the guilt in her life, the events that felt so real and still held open wounds on her soul, unhealing and in no great hurry to let her forget. However was her memories real, all of this was on debate. Perhaps if her powers were her insane imagination then her dreadful acts were also nightmares, she attempted to find solace in that thought but found herself unwilling to believe that they didn't happen in some way.
"Jerry, are you scared?" She asked with a small tremor causimg her to briefly shake, she would blame this on a chill in the air but she knew deep down that not knowing was more terrifying than knowing.
Sounds like fun ^^
Okay, I wasn't sureon that rule till I read it here. ^^
Scruffy. That was the first thought that came to Jessica's mind as a homeless looking man approached her. She sighed as he reached her "I couldn't get the handsome one" she whispered to herself jokingly and decided he was harmless enough and met his pleasant concern with a smile and silent nod.
The room was beginning to start bustling and becoming alive like her old school dances her mother would force her to go to, the one where boys and girls dared not to talk till some brave kid crosses the dance floor like a freed prisoner of war cautiously testing his surroundings. "Yes I'm fine" she said after much hesitation and she took a second to delicately rub more red blood from her lip. "You.. fine?" She assumed he knew his appearance was a little rough, however how could she complain when she knew how creepy hers could be.
The room was beginning to start bustling and becoming alive like her old school dances her mother would force her to go to, the one where boys and girls dared not to talk till some brave kid crosses the dance floor like a freed prisoner of war cautiously testing his surroundings. "Yes I'm fine" she said after much hesitation and she took a second to delicately rub more red blood from her lip. "You.. fine?" She assumed he knew his appearance was a little rough, however how could she complain when she knew how creepy hers could be.
The wall was cold, dry and solid and nothing more would be found by closer inspection. Jessics knew this and was frustrated by her tries to rationalise her surroundings, the fact of the matter was that she was stuck here and no matter if she's sane or not it made no difference. "I'm already fed up" she sighed knowing that an hour into her sentence she was already bored and unwilling to fight. If this is her coffin she felt as though she should at least have the decency to lie in it and die.
However modern thoughts of ideology and fairness in the world made her feel the need to carry on. "It was only fair" she commented into the wind and braced herself to charge the door down, her foot kicked up dirt as she once again ran towards a closed door, this time knowing full well she was going to make impact, her hands were out in front ready for the pain. But as they touched the rusted orange centre mass of the door it fell open. "Not locked" she felt stupid for a moment before she realised she hadn't prepared herself for if the door didn't stop her. A loud wallop echod down the hall as she ran chest first into the wall opposite her door and clattered to the ground with a bloody nose and a bit lip. "Stupid" she coughed and spat some blood that had leaked into her mouth from her split lip.
After regaining composure she followed the sound of voices, for she had no reason to believe guards would want her to stick around in cell if she wasn't locked in. She reached the entrance where the voices came from and before entering she wiped the fresh warm blood from her nose and lip with her scarf and discarded it on the floor. The room was filled with people of many ages, it looked calm and not entirely how ahe pictured a prison, however distrust of the situation caused her to freeze in the doorway and merely watch events unfold. She tasted the warm metallic taste of blood as it continued to leak, she feared at the pace it leaked that she wouldn't be standing too much longer.
However modern thoughts of ideology and fairness in the world made her feel the need to carry on. "It was only fair" she commented into the wind and braced herself to charge the door down, her foot kicked up dirt as she once again ran towards a closed door, this time knowing full well she was going to make impact, her hands were out in front ready for the pain. But as they touched the rusted orange centre mass of the door it fell open. "Not locked" she felt stupid for a moment before she realised she hadn't prepared herself for if the door didn't stop her. A loud wallop echod down the hall as she ran chest first into the wall opposite her door and clattered to the ground with a bloody nose and a bit lip. "Stupid" she coughed and spat some blood that had leaked into her mouth from her split lip.
After regaining composure she followed the sound of voices, for she had no reason to believe guards would want her to stick around in cell if she wasn't locked in. She reached the entrance where the voices came from and before entering she wiped the fresh warm blood from her nose and lip with her scarf and discarded it on the floor. The room was filled with people of many ages, it looked calm and not entirely how ahe pictured a prison, however distrust of the situation caused her to freeze in the doorway and merely watch events unfold. She tasted the warm metallic taste of blood as it continued to leak, she feared at the pace it leaked that she wouldn't be standing too much longer.
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