Legion X51

Mass Effect : Absolution

Marianna had never understood the appeal of Omega Station. It was a rat-infested hellhole of iniquity, sex, drugs and illicit dealings. Oh, and plenty of gunfire. It was the sort of place that would truly be the last thing on anyone's mind who wanted to make a living. And yet that had never stopped the thousands who moved there, hoping, searching, even scrambling for a scrap of a living. Perhaps Marianna would have been one of those people who did just that if she hadn't been able to rely on her mother for aid- No. She shuddered at the thought. Maybe slavery wouldn't have been so bad after all, compared to life on Omega. Could always have found a decent owner. It didn't matter now, she had equipment, she had some money and she had a plan in her mind. She looked at her reflection in a pocket mirror that Karmana had given to her, and sighed. 250 years of drifting aimlessly about the galaxy was finally catching up to her, it seemed. The years had taken their toll to be sure. She was no longer the fresh-faced youngster who eagerly awaited her military service any more, she was by most people's standards a veteran of anything and everything the galaxy could throw at a person. Marianna knew of some in her position who would have taken a gun to their head and pulled the trigger. She'd considered it herself, after all, shortly after the collapse of Sunfury and the deep depression she found herself in after the deaths of those she'd called brothers and sisters in arms.

Small wonder I thought like that if I keep on going back to the past... I can't change what happened. I can only change the future, not the past. Take the lessons learned and move on, Mari. She blanked out the thought of Sunfury from her head and returned her attention to her surroundings. A small merchant ship en-route to Omega. It wasn't much, but it was incognito, to be sure. Merchant shipping was the easiest method of ingress into Omega and probably the safest- a bleep from her omni-tool. Incoming call from... her mother, eh? She must be serious about giving a damn about me, we haven't talked this much since I was a little girl. She patched it through with a wry smile. "Keeping up with me, are you?"

The small holographic representation of Marianna's mother gave a chuckle in response. "I try my best, Marianna. I have information you might find useful about this turian you're going to see. Ticus Rakaelum, remember the name?" Marianna nodded in response and leaned back in her chair. "Rakaelum is a man of considerable importance in the Circle of Absolution, which, as you know, is a fairly large criminal organisation operating throughout most of the Terminus Systems. They're big, they're heartless and they go through members like a combine harvesting grain, as the humans say. Rakaelum himself is a bit of a shadowy figure, former leader of a smuggling group and a mercenary by trade, it seems he's ended up on the wrong end of a takeover - he's now working for the Circle in recruitment on Omega. From recent knowledge, he's been undergoing a bit of a recruitment drive at the moment, taking on a bunch of people. I've arranged for you to speak with him regarding your entry into the Circle. I think you're going to have to undergo a bit of a test to get in, they're not accepting any old ingrate off the streets of Omega."

"Hm. Not your usual recruitment methods on Omega, then. Anyone who's lived there for any length of time should know their way around a gun and how to use it. Part of the lifestyle over there, I thought."

"Whatever his reasoning is, you're to meet with him in Afterlife. You can't miss it, it's practically the face of Omega-"

Marianna waved her hand in the air in frustration - did her mother really think that after 250 years she wouldn't know of Afterlife? Give me some credit, mother... "Yes, yes, I know of Afterlife and how to find it. I have prior concerns such as accommodation and whatnot, have you arranged all of that?"

"Wouldn't have sent you without doing so, Mari. I'll upload the location of your safe house to your omni-tool over a secure network. It's not much, but you won't need much. I doubt you'll be on that rock for long. Rakaelum sounds like he means business. I just hope it won't conflict with RSC, because we don't want a repeat of-"

"-Sunfury." Marianna spoke at the same time as her mother did. "I understand." Looking around, she noticed the ship beginning to slow. "I think we're arriving at Omega. I will speak to you after my meeting with Rakaelum."

"Take care."

"You know I will." With that, Marianna cut the communication and packed her bag. It wasn't much - her guns, some maintenance equipment and some supplies. It was all she needed - with any luck, her time on Omega would be a short one, and they could leave quickly. With any luck. Something that had deserted her most of her life- And there I am thinking about the past again. Bloody hell, girl, don't you ever learn... The door opened and the merchantman, a short and older-looking human, appeared in the doorway.

"We're pullin' intae Omega space. I'd be gettin' yer bags ready, lassie, ye journey's over."

"Thank you." Marianna watched as the merchant disappeared down the corridor, probably back to the bridge to take over from whatever apprentice had been watching the ship whilst he was talking to her. It didn't matter.

---

- Afterlife, Omega Station -

Afterlife was, as her mother had said, the face of Omega. Marianna hated it before she'd even entered the building. She could hear the rhythmic pounding of the music from the inside - it permeated your whole body with the vibrations. The batarian doorman looked understandably miffed with his job - he'd probably had to turn away every species in the known galaxy trying to get in, and sometimes had to use force from the looks of his armament. Marianna had some sympathy with him: just another soul trying to get by in a hostile galaxy. She approached the entrance and stopped before the bouncer, who looked up at her and rolled his eyes. "Can I help you, blue-skin?"

"You can. Marianna R'myr. I have an appointment with Ticus Rakaelum."

The doorman sighed visibly and sagged. "Another one? Fuck, what's this guy up to... Yeah, go on in, you're clear." With that he stepped aside and allowed Marianna through the doorway into the club. She was visibly armed to prevent any... unfortunate happenings whilst she was inside. Immediately the smell of sweat, drink and numerous pheromones surged over her as she entered, but Marianna was used to worse. Afterlife was one of the better clubs on Omega, though that wasn't saying a lot. Slipping through the crowds of dancers and drinkers, she made her way over to the 'restricted' section of the club, and headed for Ticus Rakaelum's booth, upstairs. She found it guarded by a single bodyguard, who held his hand up. "No further unless you're on business with Mr. Rakaelum. Which from the looks of it, you are."

"Marianna R'myr. I have an appointment."

Another datapad produced, another scroll through, and another name found. She was beginning to wish she hadn't used her real name... Made it easier for others to track her down. Never mind, that had to fall by the wayside. "So you do. Your weapons, Miss R'myr. Nothing personal, Mr. Rakaelum doesn't like to take any chances."

"Understandable," was all Marianna said as she handed over her rifle, pistols and assault rifle to the guard, who placed them over to one side and stepped away from the door. The guard spoke as she walked by. "I'll warn you, he's a busy man and he's probably not in the best of moods having to deal with so many people." Marianna didn't respond as she walked into Rakaelum's booth and came face-to-face with arguably one of the most important men on the station. He turned and looked her over.

"Marianna R'myr. The Widowmaker, if I'm not mistaken. Please, take a seat." Rakaelum gestured to two seats over a glass table, to which Marianna responded quickly by... well, doing as she was told. She couldn't risk making a faux pas with this one. "Now, in the interests of time, I'll make this brief. I have read over your dossier and was in contact with somebody who had employed you before. Your record of service is... let us say unlucky."

"Half of everything is luck, Mr. Rakaelum. It comes with the job title."

Rakaelum nodded. "Yes, quite. I have a task for you. There is an old, abandoned infirmary that has been infested with vorcha. A woman of your experience will not need an introduction to vorcha. Suffice to say, they will not take kindly to your presence. There is data there that I require, and I want you to return it to me."

"I doubt vorcha are my only problem." Marianna's tone was measured, even. She watched what she said.

"If you see anyone, assume hostility. That will be all. I will be in contact tomorrow, Miss R'myr. I want that data." Rakaelum dismissed Marianna with a wave of his hand, to which Marianna responded by getting to her feet and walking back down the stairs to where the guard was standing outside the booth. She glanced in his direction, which was met with an outstretched arm of weapons. A brief smile crossed Marianna's face as she reclaimed her guns and began to make her way to wherever this 'safe house' was that her mother had told her about...

---

It was a small apartment in a block of flats. Nothing major. Having set her pack down on the bed, Marianna looked out of the window to the Omega skyline and sighed. "So this is what I've ended up with. Taking a fucking fetch-job on the arse-end of Omega. Glorious. A job is a job, I suppose... not been able to hold one of those for a while." She continued musing to herself about her situation whilst she laid out her weapons on her bed, before closing the blinds in front of her window. A bleep from her omni-tool. That must be mother. And indeed it was.

"I hear your meeting with Rakaelum went well."

Marianna shrugged and sat down in a chair. "About as well as it could have gone..."

Mass Effect : Absolution

Marianna R'myr

Marianna R'myr

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Marianna R'myr, also known as the "Widowmaker".

Species
Asari

Age
252-253, born by Earth reckoning in 1938.

Gender
Mono-gendered.

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Rational. Distant. Ruthless. A cold-blooded killer. All of these have been used to describe Marianna, and with good reason. A veteran of conflict both in national and mercenary conflicts, Marianna has seen it all, and usually through the scope of her sniper rifle. She has developed a hard shell around her, perhaps to protect her inner self from the violence and bloodshed that being a soldier in the galaxy today brings. It's part of the job, she tells herself constantly. It's part of the job that you see people dying every day, be they friendly, civilians or the enemy. It's part of the job to witness death and destruction and to see the fear in people's eyes as you pull the trigger and end them there and then.

Nobody said being a soldier was easy. But adapting to civilian life is even harder. Marianna rarely speaks, and is slow to trust those around her - she fears that growing attached to her comrades will only heighten the loss that she would feel if they died. Her manner of speech is short, curt and rational - if there are flaws in a plan, she will not hesitate to say so. She is not a malicious person, that being said - she doesn't go out of her way to be cruel to people, because to her, cruelty to others simply serves to inflate the inflictor's ego.

Sexuality
"Do I look like I give a damn..."

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Physical Appearance
Marianna is a tall, slim woman of about 194 cm, or 6' 4", and weighs about 195 pounds. Her frame is well-built though a touch on the slimmer side than one might expect from a person of her background. She has several scars on her body, particularly from knife cuts and gunshot wounds that she has sustained over the years working for various mercenary organisations. She has the typical Asari blue-hued skin, although her skin colour is lighter than some others. Her eye colour is a dark purple, with the same colour lip gloss being almost ever-present.

Clothing and Armour
Out of armour, Marianna can usually be seen wearing a white buttoned shirt usually with the top one or two buttons undone, and dark blue jeans, with black leather boots and a black leather zip-up jacket. However, these days, it's rare to see Marianna out of her personalised Colossus light armour. Coloured with dark red plating and black fibre armour, Marianna prefers to blend into the crowd or even better, into the shadows, partly as a way of ensuring that the denizens of Omega don't take a shotgun to her, and partly to avoid social interaction, which Marianna dislikes.

Armour:
Kassa Fabrication Colossus-classification Light Armour, with an integral Recon Hood to improve accuracy as well as spacial awareness.

Weaponry:
Twin combat knives, usually kept in scabbards on her thighs.

Dual Kassa Fabrication Razer pistols, unmodified.

Marianna's customised Rosenkov Volkov sniper rifle, named "Heart Hound". The Volkov's regular scope has been replaced by an infrared-using scope that highlights the positions of enemies in Marianna's heads-up display, as well as having the firing action extensively modified to use a much more powerful shot at the expense of having to re-chamber the gun after each shot, effectively turning the rifle into a 'one shot, one kill' type of rifle. This suits Marianna just fine.

Rosenkov Materials Kovalyov Assault Rifle, modified to use 3-round burst fire instead of fully-automatic. Also equipped with a basic scope for medium-range assault fire.

Serrice Council Savant Bio-Amp (a gift from her mother)

SKILLS & ABILITIES

A crack shot with her sniper rifle.
As an asari, possessing of biotics: notably Singularity and Barrier in her case.
Skilled in CQC and able to fight multiple (up to 4) enemies in close combat with knives.
Resilient to mental and physical fatigue or pressure, and possessive of a high pain threshold.
Able to speak several languages - Thessian, British English, Parisian French and conversational Russian (enough to get around). This is from a fair amount of time around humans and on Earth.

BIOGRAPHY

Early Life

Marianna R'myr was born on the planet of Thessia in the Earth year of 1938, to two Asari parents. Her parentage has drawn a lot of flak to her from other Asari, who consider her to have added nothing to the Asari gene-pool; it is this criticism that drives Marianna to push herself harder and further than is perhaps strictly necessary - she feels as if she must compensate for her parents' actions with her own strength and acumen for fighting. Marianna has always shown a cool-headed approach in the face of danger - most notably in her few jobs when she was working as a mercenary for hire between 2165 and 2169. Marianna is very tetchy about her parentage and dislikes talking about it. She had an aptitude for military matters early on in her life, and at the age of 80, following the Asari tradition, she joined the military for the mandatory 30 years, and developed her biotic powers. Marianna was documented as exhibiting "excellent marksmanship with a rifle at long-range, this can be exploited with dedicated sniper training". Early on, she was possessive of a rather fiery temper, but this was quickly quenched by her experiences in the military, and she grew to be a calm and rational soldier in the face of enemy fire, who was willing to put herself in danger for the sake of the mission. This was put to the test during the boarding of an illegal contraband-carrying ship known as the Troubadour. Her platoon of Asari boarders found themselves trapped within a carefully-designed kill zone - this platoon included several of her friends who she had known since her days in early training. The enemy opened fire with heavy weapons, killing or seriously injuring those Asari who weren't behind cover, including two of Marianna's friends. Enraged, Marianna ignored her Sergeant's orders, and stood up to fire her rifle at the gunners, dispatching them both with one shot each. With the death of the machine gunners, the other Asari troopers who had been pinned down behind whatever cover they could find gradually emerged and began to kill the rest of the pirates. Marianna thought it a rational action, despite her insubordination. Instead, her sergeant reported this to the commander of the company in charge of boarding the ship (which was found to have illegal contraband of weapons and ammunition bound for some pirate group, Marianna didn't ever listen who) and Marianna was placed in detention awaiting trial for insubordination and recklessness. Angered, Marianna defended herself admirably at the ensuing court-martial, but was still found guilty of insubordination and demoted. Seething at the perceived injustice that she had suffered (admittedly she *had* put the lives of others in danger with her recklessness, but what else would one do in the situation), Marianna resolved to leave the Asari military, and find something that was less stringent about the method in which she got the job done. Thusly, she became a mercenary.

Marianna's Mercenary Service

In 2165, Marianna, despondent that virtually nothing was ever coming to fruition, decided that there was nothing for it - she would have to become a mercenary. She had fought mercenaries before, and now she was forced to become one to support herself... the irony of the situation was not lost on Marianna. Her first job was with a volus merchant who needed protection from raiding parties in the Terminus Systems. Thinking nothing of the job, Marianna accepted. The situation went reasonably well for the first few journeys, but then, once again, it all came crashing down. The volus' ship was boarded by batarian slavers looking for potential slaves to sell on the market, and found the crew of the volus ship and its contents. Despite a fierce struggle that lasted almost three days, the batarians managed to kill or capture the crew, including Marianna, after a long struggle. Dragged onboard the slaver ship with the rest of the crew and stripped of her clothes and equipment, Marianna was due to be enslaved and she most likely would never see Thessia again. Or at least that was what would happen if she just let herself be enslaved.

It was the second galactic day that Marianna and the crew were aboard the slaver ship, and it was the allotted time for 1st meal (as the slavers called breakfast). Marianna, who was kept in solitary confinement due to her biotic power and danger to the crew, was kept apart from the rest of the enslaved crew members from the volus trading vessel. When the guard walked into Marianna's cell, he saw nothing. From the shadows, Marianna leapt out and gave the guard a quick blow to the back of the knee, before plunging a shiv she had made from a piece of scrap metal into the batarian's back, piercing the spine and the heart. The guard died without too much of a scuffle, luckily. Searching the body yielded results - a pistol. It wasn't much, but it was all Marianna needed. Stepping out into the hallway, Marianna heard a shout. Looking over to her right, where the voice came from, she saw another guard, evidently taken aback. She silenced him with two shots from the pistol she had taken, and he crumpled to the floor, gaping holes in his chest and his neck. There was now only a small 'checkpoint' that stood between Mari and potential freedom. Slipping over to a door that led into the room, containing a single guard, she hid behind it and silently opened the door. Noticing no attention, she rushed over behind the guard and locked her arm around the guard's neck, whilst at the same time driving her shiv through the batarian's chest. Interfacing with a terminal at the checkpoint, Marianna found a map of the ship. She and the rest of the slave holds were on the lowest floor - the 6th floor to be precise. She looked around for any alternative methods of ingress into the rest of the ship, and struck it lucky - there was a ventilation shaft that ran through the checkpoint. Carefully removing the grating, Marianna climbed up into the ventilation shaft, and replaced the grating. Checking her omni-tool constantly, Marianna, after a couple of hours crawling through a long, narrow, sometimes hot, sometimes cold metal tunnel, reached the 4th floor - crew compartments. The ventilation shaft ended abruptly, with the only method of exit being a long drop into a water cistern. Removing the grating that was her potential exit to freedom, Marianna took a deep breath and dived into the water cistern. It was colder than it looked - it almost took her breath away, which would have been fatal in a cistern this size; if she'd lost control of her breathing, she would've certainly drowned. Keeping calm and in focus, Marianna surfaced quickly, and headed over towards a hatch in the side of the cistern. Twisting it open, she found herself in long, narrow tunnels filled with water. She took a deep breath and swam down the tunnel, relieved to see that there were small 'air pockets' for one to breathe in. At the end of the tunnel, Marianna saw a valve, above which it said something along the lines of 'EMERGENCY RELEASE VALVE'. Shrugging, Marianna turned the valve, and the water began to drain away. Instantly, a ship-wide alarm was sounded, and the ship's VI alerted the crew members. Cursing, Marianna crawled back along the tunnel and climbed up a ladder that was built into the side of the cistern to a door. This door led to another ladder, heading up towards the bridge deck. Whilst the crew were occupied with the cistern flooding, Marianna could exact vengeance on the bastard who'd masterminded the attack... Climbing up the ladder, Marianna reached the small hatch that opened into the bridge area. From it, she could see the captain frantically giving orders. He noticed the hatch open, and frowned. Quickly, Marianna climbed partway down the ladder to avoid being seen by the guard who was sent to examine the hatch. When he reported all clear (erroneously), Marianna realised this was her chance. She climbed back up the ladder and took out her shiv. Rushing towards the captain, she saw him turn around... and it was too late for her to do anything about the pistol which appeared from thin air. The captain fired two shots, hitting Marianna in the thigh and in the arm. Gritting her teeth, Marianna leapt onto the captain, who was about to fire again, but his reaction time was too late, and she knocked him to the ground, and his pistol out of his hand. She then plunged the shiv into the captain's chest. Forcing herself to her feet fuelled by pure adrenaline, Marianna ripped open a medi-gel pack with her teeth and pressed the pack onto her arm injury - her leg would have to wait for medi-gel another time. However, the captain was now dead and the chance was there to escape. She thought about attempting to release the others from their cells, but, after hearing some guards running back to investigate what was going on, she decided against it. Stumbling over to a nearby escape pod, she slammed her fist on the release catch, and the pod shot out of its holder.

Marianna was free. She had nothing to her name, wasn't exactly uninjured, but she was free, and the pod had sent out a distress signal. For two days, Marianna's pod drifted through space, before a passing merchantman noticed the signal. Docking with the pod, the merchant trader took Marianna onboard their ship, which was bound for Thessia. Home at last, it seemed.

Service within R'myr Security Corporation and the Sunfury Group

On arrival at Thessia, Marianna was contacted by an old friend of hers, and an agent within R'myr Security Corporation, a company that was officially run by Matriarch Lynessa R'myr (Marianna's mother) as a simple 'security for hire' organisation that was often hired out to protect VIPs and other important clients. This friend of hers was one Karmana T'salya, and their history went right back before even the boarding of the Troubadour and the pirate gang who had opened fire on the Asari company. Karmana had been one of the two friends Marianna had seen go down under fire, and Marianna originally thought Karmana to have been killed - though in fairness, Marianna hadn't stuck around in the military to find out what happened to them afterwards, leaving as she had done for the mercenary life. Marianna does not speak about the dressing-down she received from her mother upon their reunion, but what she does say is that she was offered a stable, secure job in RSC - something that Marianna could hardly turn down, given her previous experience with finding military work. Her first couple of years at RSC were quiet ones, largely collecting intelligence on events that had taken place around the galaxy. This included a mercenary group known as the Sunfury Group, whom Marianna was to infiltrate and contact RSC on their movements throughout the galaxy. Unfortunately, Marianna also tagged along in several of their escapades, and grew somewhat attached to them, and as a result was devastated when the Sunfury Group was torn apart in an abortive raid on one Athalberd Deneys' hideout on Omega Station, an ambush that Marianna, due to her position as a sniper, survived. She blamed herself for not being able to warn the assault team in time, and the deaths of her comrades weighed heavily on an already-strained consciousness...

Post Sunfury

After the break-up of the Sunfury Group, Marianna was once again thrust into a world of uncertainty and doubt. It seemed that almost everything that she'd worked with or worked for was crumbling to dust around her, and there was nothing she could do to halt it. Distraught and convinced she'd simply drift from one low-paid job to the next, Marianna thought it was perhaps time to settle down on a planet somewhere in the Republics - Illium, she reckoned, was the best bet - and maybe try and put her life as an intelligence operative-stroke-trained killer behind her and try and get on with life, as Karmi had done after she left RSC. Maybe it was time to stop gallivanting around the galaxy as if she had no cares in the world and try and build herself a future. Get a job. Get a roof over her head, try and get somewhere for a change.

Like hell was she going to catch a break.

Whilst Mari was on Illium, trying to put the pieces of her life back together, she was contacted by her mother once again. Initially, Marianna didn't want anything to do with her, especially after the break-up of the Sunfury Group, which Marianna blamed on herself and her mother's demands for Mari to spy on the people she called comrades-in-arms. To Marianna, her mother was the reason that she was in such a low point in her life, and she wasn't about to let her mother drag her back into the business of killing people for a living. She'd killed too many, ended too many lives with the pull of a trigger, been happy enough to kill without remorse for far too long. And yet, it was still her mother... Marianna finally brought herself to read the message after a couple of days' deliberating. She was unemployed. What harm could it do...

Mail from Lynessa to Marianna

Marianna,
I understand you're on Illium currently. I hope you are well, and I want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to you as a businessperson, or as an employer, I want to talk candidly and I want to talk to you as something I have probably never been to you - as a parent. For too long now, I feel our relationship has deteriorated. And it has, it has to such an extent where we no longer trust each other, and that state of affairs can't go on. I want to talk to you as a loving mother should, not as anything else. I owe it to you after what I did to you when you were with the Sunfury Group - I probably owe it to you after you have had to put up with decades of inattention. I admit, I was not a good mother. I didn't love you or care for you in the manner that you needed when you were going through tough times. I gave you a job, and I thought that was all you needed, because you didn't need my support. I can see how wrong I was, Mari. I can see that you really did need help, and I can see that you need my help more than anything right now.

I make no excuses for my actions in the past, Marianna. There are no excuses, I have failed you as a parent. I want to repair what damage I can, and I want to help you.

Come home, Marianna. Please.

Your mother,
Lynessa

Marianna looked at the message long and hard. There were doubts in her mind... did Lynessa really mean this, or was it just something to get Marianna back into RSC? There was only one way to find out. She accessed her bank accounts to find that her mother had transferred her enough money to get to Thessia - there would be no going back if she went. Mari packed her bags, went to the local spaceport and boarded a passenger service direct to the homeworld.

The reunion with her mother was the first positive thing that happened to Marianna in a very long time. She felt as if she actually mattered to at least someone, even if that person and Mari had been at each other's throats not a few months before. She felt as if she was needed for the first time in a very long time, that she wasn't just some cog in a machine that would turn with or without her. However, Lynessa was not about to let Marianna slip away from her previous job as an operative at RSC. She told Marianna about a certain Circle of Absolution, a high-level and powerful crime syndicate led by a man named Ticus Rakaelum, and offered to support Marianna's entry into the Circle by arranging transit to Omega Station. Marianna accepted the offer, and arrived at Omega shortly afterwards. Surely this time, she'd be able to be part of an organisation that didn't implode...

Mass Effect : Absolution

I have submitted my CS, and look forward to whatever feedback you have for it.

Sacrilege War Redux

If you're British, there is *always* need for sarcasm.

Mass Effect : Absolution

Is this, perchance, still open for another character?

Sacrilege War Redux

Since people were complaining that I hadn't OOC posted, this one's for you. You know who you are.

:P

Time's are Changing - Steampunk NRP set in the 1800s

<Snipped quote by Legion X51>

No, I get it... I'm not important to you... I thought we had something special! I was even going to educate your people about how great Europe was, but now you can forget that! T.T

@Zoldyck

We already know how great Europe is, our First Minister was Ambassador to the Eisenkern before the Qing Dynasty's collapse :P

Also, your precious East Indies are mein. MEIN. In about 10 years when we industrialise fully. But still. MEIN.

Time's are Changing - Steampunk NRP set in the 1800s

I'm not finished, ye Dutchie.

Time's are Changing - Steampunk NRP set in the 1800s

Aaaaaand I'm out!

No point in staying somewhere I'm not welcome. Well, if one of you want a RP without the 'status quo' everyone is so keen in keeping, shot me a PM. I'm the nazi germany to your soviet union (or soviet union to your nazi germany, just don't call me if you are or you need switzerland).

@Wernher

Well, that is unfortunate.

Time's are Changing - Steampunk NRP set in the 1800s

The Republic of China

Administrative Districts of the Republic

- Territories of the Republic -
Hebei Province
Shanxi Province
Shaanxi Province
Gansu Province
Sinkiang Province
Qinghai Province
Xikang Province
Yunnan Province
Guangxi Province
Hainan Special Governmental Region
Guangdong Province
Fujian Province
Jiangxi Province
Hunan Province
Guizhou Province
Sichuan Province
Hupei Province
Henan Province
Anhui Province
Nanjing Special Governmental Region
Jiangsi Province
Shandong Province
Tibet Autonomous Region

- Claimed by the Republic of China -
Taiwan Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Suiyuan Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Chahar Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Outer Mongol Region (administered by the Russian Empire)
Inner Mongol Region (administered by the Russian Empire)
Rehe Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Xing'an Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Liaobei Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Heilongjiang Province (administered by the Russian Empire and the Empire of Japan)
Hejiang Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Songjiang Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Liaoning Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Andong Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Jilin Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Nenjiang Province (administered by the Empire of Japan)
Tuva Province (administered by the Russian Empire)
The Autonomous Region of Dai Viet (administered by Dai Nam)

Government of the Republic

The Republic is led by the President of China, who is elected every eight years by a general election of the population of China. The President of China, however, has comparatively little power compared to the Chinese First Minister, who is the leader of the largest party of the Chamber of Deputies. The Chinese Chamber of Deputies incorporates universal suffrage and divides the lands of China into constituencies, similar to the British system in the House of Commons. Each electoral district elects a representative (called a Deputy of the Chamber, unimaginatively, and acronymed as DofC) who is then sent to Nanjing to the parliamentary building. There are several major parties in the Chamber currently - the largest and thusly the party currently in power is the Reform Party, led by Liu Xan-Tseng. The new Republic is vulnerable to breakaway regions, however, and struggles to maintain republican control over areas such as the Yunnan and the Guangxi, and the Republic is still deeply divided between supporters of the new republican regime and the Tseng government, and those who desire a return to Imperial government, led by the reactionary Prince Li Jun-meng and the Chinese Imperial Party in the Chamber of Deputies. For now, the government of the Republic seems stable, though there are several threats of breakaway warlords which Tseng must deal with to consolidate republican authority over all of China.
The Chinese political system is notable due to its lack of gender segregation. This was a move by Tseng in order to gain a wider base of support across the country and gives it, at least to Tseng, a more legitimate government in the eyes of the people, particularly compared to the tyrannical imperial Qing that preceded the Republic. This, understandably, has made him enemies within the imperialist right wing, whilst the more moderate elements of Chinese politics both praise his judgement but also express concern with giving women the vote, as almost no other nation in the world has adopted such a move. In truth, this was a remnant of Tseng's time in Eisenkreis-Kzechverin and his understanding of the attitudes there, and is more of a social experiment to see if it can be adopted within China. So far, there has been little outright opposition to the move.

Dramatis Personae of the Republic of China

President Hwang Shiao-qiang, President of the Republic of China
First Minister Liu Xan-Tseng, First Minister of the Republic of China and leader of the Reform Party
Deputy First Minister Ji Zhong, Deputy First Minister of the Republic of China and deputy leader of the Reform Party
Chancellor Zheng Sanlong, Chancellor of the Republic of China
Foreign Minister Kou Keng, Foreign Minister of the Republic of China

Prince Li Jun-meng, leader of the Chinese Imperialist Party and Leader of the Opposition

Ambassador Geng Cheung, Ambassador to the Empire of Japan
Ambassador Tsei Kang, Ambassador to the United States of America
Ambassador Xiang Lin-kei, Ambassador to Eisenkreis-Kzechverin
Ambassador Chung Jiang, Ambassador to the Russian Empire
Ambassador Deng Lipeng, Ambassador to the British Empire
Ambassador Kuang Chanming, Ambassador to the German Empire
Ambassador Shen Tung, Ambassador to the State of Australia
Ambassador Rong Rentsu, Ambassador to the Kingdom of the Netherlands

Field Marshal Ernst Ludwig von Grafenberg, Chief of the Chinese General Staff and military advisor to Liu Xan-Tseng.
General Wang Guo-wei, Commander-in-Chief of the Republican Chinese Army
Admiral Yeung Xiao-dan, Admiral of the Republican Chinese Navy

Economy:

In the midst of industrialisation and modernisation, the economy of China is a whirlwind of mechanisation and the removal of inefficiency and corruption. Though currently the economic state of the Republic of China is precarious at best, Eisenkern industrial assistance is proving very useful to the Chinese state in its modernisation efforts, though it will be a long time before China is fully prepared to flex its muscles and reform its image as an outdated laughing stock of a nation.
China, due to its size, is almost self-sufficient, though it lacks certain key resources that would otherwise allow it to exploit its large sources of potential income and trade goods - most notably human resources. The Chinese economy is being held back by the last remnants of the Qing past and the sprawling, choked bureaucracy that characterised the Qing and the Ming before them. Though the Tseng government is cutting both the red tape and the quantity of red tape, it will be some time before the Chinese economy is able to come up to full speed.

Military of the Republic

History of the Republic