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Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

Agatha Smith | Herakles| F | 58 | Fuller's Gulley, USA

Personal Dossier

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Physical Description

Standing at 5’6”, Agatha has sharp features and a smile that could cut an NC to ribbons. Hair once flaxen has long since gone gray, which is pulled into a loose bun. Deep set green eyes and a pointed nose. Some people have told her she has the face of a 1st grade Math teacher who takes joy in assigning homework over the weekend. While not a weightlifter, she has a solid frame from years of hard work on the surface. Tends to wear a faded burgundy vest over an oil stained grey jumpsuit.

Personality Traits

Steadfast
Maternal
Good Humored
Stubborn
Guilt Ridden
Reckless

Effects of Polaris Shift

Perfect Synchronization yet to be achieved.

Personal History

Born and raised on the surface, Agatha always knew she was a special snowflake. At the bizarrely typical age of 14, she was found compatible to pilot an NC. Like so many before her she was drawn into piloting a bipedal weapon of mass destruction and had many mercantile adventures as an independent NC operator that aren’t worth recollection. The kinds of adventures that blur together but can often be summed up as, ‘Go to exotic locations, meet interesting people, and kill them’.

Throughout her ventures she had a loyal mechanic who would have followed her to hell and back by the name of Albert Smith. He wasn’t particularly handsome or clever, but he was loyal, sweet, and won over her affections through his perseverance. At 27 Agatha was married, by 28 she had a daughter and another on the way. Finding their means of employment too dangerous to foster a family, they decided it was prudent for Agatha to set aside the adventuring for a more sedentary lifestyle. Investing their considerable saving towards setting up shop in a scrapyard, Agatha began a new life as a mother and family woman.

For years, that was good enough. All the effort she had put forth piloting her NC was directed towards running the scrapyard and raising her kids. There wasn’t the same rush that came with piloting a multi-ton automaton, but she was satisfied for a time.

Then the children grew up, and left the nest to find out their own destinies. To be the special snowflakes that have fantastical opportunities all lined up for the taking if they only go out and claim them. Her husband of 29 years had grown ill and passed peacefully in his sleep.

That left Agatha, with a job she didn’t care for and no one relying upon her. Most would have considered this time to retire, settle down and indulge herself before the inevitable end, but she couldn’t. Even with the best years of her life in the past, she knew she had more to give. Firing up the old NC, which had been used as a makeshift crane for the scrapyard, she went out to recapture her lost glory, but found there wasn’t any demand for someone so long out of the game. The only ones as desperate as she was where the good folks down at New Anchorage, and they just so happened to be looking for any pilot that would come their way.

Tactical Preferences and Skills

Spatial Awareness: Between years of combat and decades of navigating shifting heaps of torn metal and forgotten scrap, Agatha has an excellent sense for the environment around her and any shifts within her proximity. Her youngest child joked she had a had a sixth sense for falling debris, but Agatha insisted she was just more willing to listen to all her sense then most.

Confrontational: There's no horsing around when the call to action arises. Up front and to the point, she'll tackle a problem head on even if it's not the most tactful or polite. It caused her no ends of trouble but she'd argue it's saved her life just as often.

Strong Constitution: Retirement didn't dull Agatha's drive to stay in top shape as much as she could. Finding healthy food wasn't the easiest thing away from the cities, but she maintained a routine workout regiment and abstained from the typical vices of alcohol and tobacco. Chocolate was a rarity saved for her daughter's birthdays, and the only coffee she drank was decaf. A commitment made all the more trying by the other member's of her family having no such compunctions, but it is a trial she has endured with good cheer and will power.

Notes

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Neural Combatant

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Codename

Herakles

Type

Bipedal | Close Range - Medium Range

Squad Role

Assault

NC Description

A medium sized mech balancing armor and speed, differentiated from most bipedal NCs by it's emphasis on hands-free integrated weaponry and a reliance on laser weaponry. A lack of an expansive radiator system keeps the use of its laser weapons to short instances with longer cooldowns between engagements, prompting a reliance on close quarters combat and use of auxiliary missile launchers.

Weapons and Armaments

Dual Oscillating Laser Armatures: Each of Herakles' arms features two light laser batteries, firing in a three ray burst before alternating barrels to fire from, mitigating the heat build up somewhat while keeping the fire rate low enough there can be some semblance of accuracy. Due to the NC's arms being designed around the weapon's integration, it's firing angle in no way inhibits the free articulation of Herakles' hands.

Chassis Mounted Medium Laser: A heavier laser then the arm integrated variants effective at medium range, meant to hammer targets at a safer distance. Has greater penetrating power at the expense of being wildly inaccurate while moving unless at extreme close range, as well as limited rate of fire.

Four Quintuple Missile Arrays: Fitted to the shoulders with deployable armored canopy for added protection. Payload constitutes 10 airburst flechette missiles programmed to arch upwards and detonate at a designated range above ground for maximum dispersal. The remaining 10 missiles are willy pete obscure visuals and thermals on top of their intended purpose.

Reinforced Fists: Self evident in their purpose, but sporting added armor along the finger exteriors in order to improve striking power and protection from impact. Precludes the use of any delicate small arms by NC scales, though heavier armaments are feasible.

Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

@Inkarnate

Agatha Smith | Herakles| F | 58 | Fuller's Gulley, USA

Personal Dossier

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Physical Description

Standing at 5’6”, Agatha has sharp features and a smile that could cut an NC to ribbons. Hair once flaxen has long since gone gray, which is pulled into a loose bun. Deep set green eyes and a pointed nose. Some people have told her she has the face of a 1st grade Math teacher who takes joy in assigning homework over the weekend. While not a weightlifter, she has a solid frame from years of hard work on the surface. Tends to wear a faded burgundy vest over an oil stained grey jumpsuit.

Personality Traits

Steadfast
Maternal
Good Humored
Stubborn
Guilt Ridden
Reckless

Effects of Polaris Shift

Perfect Synchronization yet to be achieved.

Personal History

Born and raised on the surface, Agatha always knew she was a special snowflake. At the bizarrely typical age of 14, she was found compatible to pilot an NC. Like so many before her she was drawn into piloting a bipedal weapon of mass destruction and had many mercantile adventures as an independent NC operator that aren’t worth recollection. The kinds of adventures that blur together but can often be summed up as, ‘Go to exotic locations, meet interesting people, and kill them’.

Throughout her ventures she had a loyal mechanic who would have followed her to hell and back by the name of Albert Smith. He wasn’t particularly handsome or clever, but he was loyal, sweet, and won over her affections through his perseverance. At 27 Agatha was married, by 28 she had a daughter and another on the way. Finding their means of employment too dangerous to foster a family, they decided it was prudent for Agatha to set aside the adventuring for a more sedentary lifestyle. Investing their considerable saving towards setting up shop in a scrapyard, Agatha began a new life as a mother and family woman.

For years, that was good enough. All the effort she had put forth piloting her NC was directed towards running the scrapyard and raising her kids. There wasn’t the same rush that came with piloting a multi-ton automaton, but she was satisfied for a time.

Then the children grew up, and left the nest to find out their own destinies. To be the special snowflakes that have fantastical opportunities all lined up for the taking if they only go out and claim them. Her husband of 29 years had grown ill and passed peacefully in his sleep.

That left Agatha, with a job she didn’t care for and no one relying upon her. Most would have considered this time to retire, settle down and indulge herself before the inevitable end, but she couldn’t. Even with the best years of her life in the past, she knew she had more to give. Firing up the old NC, which had been used as a makeshift crane for the scrapyard, she went out to recapture her lost glory, but found there wasn’t any demand for someone so long out of the game. The only ones as desperate as she was where the good folks down at New Anchorage, and they just so happened to be looking for any pilot that would come their way.

Tactical Preferences and Skills

Spatial Awareness: Between years of combat and decades of navigating shifting heaps of torn metal and forgotten scrap, Agatha has an excellent sense for the environment around her and any shifts within her proximity. Her youngest child joked she had a had a sixth sense for falling debris, but Agatha insisted she was just more willing to listen to all her sense then most.

Confrontational: There's no horsing around when the call to action arises. Up front and to the point, she'll tackle a problem head on even if it's not the most tactful or polite. It caused her no ends of trouble but she'd argue it's saved her life just as often.

Strong Constitution: Retirement didn't dull Agatha's drive to stay in top shape as much as she could. Finding healthy food wasn't the easiest thing away from the cities, but she maintained a routine workout regiment and abstained from the typical vices of alcohol and tobacco. Chocolate was a rarity saved for her daughter's birthdays, and the only coffee she drank was decaf. A commitment made all the more trying by the other member's of her family having no such compunctions, but it is a trial she has endured with good cheer and will power.

Notes

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Neural Combatant

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Codename

Herakles

Type

Bipedal | Close Range - Medium Range

Squad Role

Assault

NC Description

A medium sized mech balancing armor and speed, differentiated from most bipedal NCs by it's emphasis on hands-free integrated weaponry and a reliance on laser weaponry. A lack of an expansive radiator system keeps the use of its laser weapons to short instances with longer cooldowns between engagements, prompting a reliance on close quarters combat and use of auxiliary missile launchers.

Weapons and Armaments

Dual Oscillating Laser Armatures: Each of Herakles' arms features two light laser batteries, firing in a three ray burst before alternating barrels to fire from, mitigating the heat build up somewhat while keeping the fire rate low enough there can be some semblance of accuracy. Due to the NC's arms being designed around the weapon's integration, it's firing angle in no way inhibits the free articulation of Herakles' hands.

Chassis Mounted Medium Laser: A heavier laser then the arm integrated variants effective at medium range, meant to hammer targets at a safer distance. Has greater penetrating power at the expense of being wildly inaccurate while moving unless at extreme close range, as well as limited rate of fire.

Four Quintuple Missile Arrays: Fitted to the shoulders with deployable armored canopy for added protection. Payload constitutes 10 airburst flechette missiles programmed to arch upwards and detonate at a designated range above ground for maximum dispersal. The remaining 10 missiles are willy pete obscure visuals and thermals on top of their intended purpose.

Reinforced Fists: Self evident in their purpose, but sporting added armor along the finger exteriors in order to improve striking power and protection from impact. Precludes the use of any delicate small arms by NC scales, though heavier armaments are feasible.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

"Ugh, note to self, never Quick Run through portals." The bluenette rubbed her head, finding herself in total darkness, dusty wood beneath her as she rose from supine to standing. Blindly groping forward she felt more wood panelling, fingers running against walls till turning about to feel the wood rattle on a hinge. A bit of searching and she found the handle, stepping out into a hallway of what seemed a house down in similar enough aesthetic to Cait's tavern. "Fantasy world. Riiiight"

"Now where did everyone else go..."

Commander Lorelai

The knight nodded her head thoughtfully, an unfettered smile pulling at her lips and her eyes drifting shut to match Akiko's words to her own vision. Soon after she let out a laugh, shaking her head as she settled upon her saddle comfortably.

"Your candor is much appreciated. From what I've read in my academy days, the floating islands are certainly a mystery, but texts such as ours were rather lacking in poetry. Now I see it is perhaps that the lands above themselves are simply beyond the grasp of words. It is for the best then, that such mysteries will inspire others to unravel them and give meaning to their lives. A blessing for future story tellers.

Caught up in her whimsical notions of neighboring lands she didn't consider the peculiarity of tavern keeps extolling the beauty of her Lady, and Durgan wasn't hearing the thud of a lying heart to make trouble of the situation, even if the beast seemingly rolled its eyes all the same.

"My name? Oh, my goodness, how rude of me. I am Lorelai, a soldier of the Imperium and happily commisioned to the personal service of the most noble and just Lady Asgard. I sincerely hope you can sing tales of her beauty to the lands you travel next, for I have never known a lady fairer then she." Lorelai spoke with overwhelming passion, hands clasped over her chest in an unspoken prayer as she swayed too and fro. There was no snorting or breaking from formation, but the Black Pentacle would be able to note expressions ranging from fond indulgence to exacerbation in the men escorting them as they marched on.

"You'll see soon enough. Really I'm quite plain, a common woman in all things that matter in such arenas not pertaining to my Imperator given duties. I dare say the maid force make me look like an unwashed peasant in comparison to their grace and poise."

|:| Heaven Sent |:|

The ages are strictly 18-19, not something like middle age?

|:| Heaven Sent |:|

@Hitman

Can I use Tyr of old Norse mythology as my patron god?

|:| Heaven Sent |:| A Mythology RP

Interested.

Tower of Fable

Commander Lorelai

The inquisition was silent for a time on the Imperials side, the wall of armored guardsmen not shifting an iota out of place from their rigid formation. Contrary to what some of the Black Pentacles thought, these were not sloven or lax men lording over a small town and they took to their work with a zeal passed down from their commanding officer. Said officer quirked her head curiously as the first to speak was every bit the bard she claimed to be, siver tongue included, yet Lorelai held her own and turned her gaze to the next to speak.

It went unnoticed that Akiko's gaze peered beyond the surface layer.

A wooden scaffolding dominated the village square, the freshly cut lumber sweet with sap from the haste of its construction. Sweeter still was the fresh blood dripping between the boards, hastening with the thump of another head cleanly severed from a criminals body. A child's perspective took it all in from atop the broad shoulders of her father, happily curling her fingers amidst blonde locks as yet another bandit fell to Imperial justice, never to threaten the roads again. But to the child's mind, all she could focus upon was the executioner with hair a vibrant crimson, her sword stained much the same as she swung and she swung, smiling beautifically all the while.

Her heart thrummed.

While Akiko was struck with memories and a feeling of blind adoration for the bloody figure, the present Lorelai frowned in the face of Umi's objections to the interview. "They are already gone, but it is the nature of a thief to strike yet again. Their capture is an eventuality and in the face of greater concern, it is one I will accept the responibility of forestalling fu- Excuse me?"

Her composure wavered, genuine surprise overflowing as she, and several of the normally stolid soldiers, turned to eye Rose speculatively. Yet Durgan wasn't signalling Rose out for blatant falsehood, leaving the Imperials with more questions then they were comfortable with.

"It would seem you are an....ecclectic troupe. Treasure hunters too. You'll pardon me if I insist, but I would not be comfortable leaving those so unaccostomed to our ways to roam about. I shall escort you to the most honored Lady Asgard's chateau and we can better orient you there." Lorelai said, gesticulating vaguely with one hand that spurred the encirclement to break into two neat lines girding the sides of the avenue with steel and discipline. "Miss Akiko, perhaps you could tell me of your journey here from the east. Surely you must have passed through the Rexicorg if you were in search of treasure? I've heard of it only in passing but I'd be delighted to hear a first hand account as we walk. The Lady's abode is only an hour away so the time should certainly fly, no?"

Tower of Fable

Commander Lorelai

A commanding roar was followed with the thunder of steps, heralding a bulk that could be seen with ease over the helms of mounted knights with ease. A mane that looked like like the flames of the sun wreathing a beastly visage was the first to be seen by the adventuring party. When the knight's parted, the terrifying maw of a beast larger then most peasant houses was angled towards them with jaws agape and eyes unnaturally focused. It spared no notice of armored man and horse alike, a familiarity borne from service leaving mortal and monster to tolerate each other without outward issue.

Atop the beast was a saddle, two open sacks on either of its flanks that clanged with a racket of metal, the hilts of swords pearing from one while the other had the more noticeable hafts of spears. Between them was an armored maiden, eyes a pale amber taking in the surrounded group with a mixture of open curiosity and irritation. In the crook of her elbow was the thick shaft of an Imperial standard, the flag waving proudly behind her, while the opposite hand drummed along the spine of an onyx tome marked in scarlet filigree.

"A crowd of foreigners barring the road in time for a brigand to escape my justice. Complicit or not your fortunes are as ill as mine this day." She tutted, looking afield to find some sign of the cloaked figure only to settle back upon them with a palpable ire. "I see no Tomes upon your person yet look neither like a peasent or a member of gentry. Are you some mummers troupe here to entertain, or perhaps you hold some Warovian allegiance we should be awares of? Speak candidly, for Durgan will sense dishonesty, and his appetite is already stoked from that cloaked coward's flight."

Her words brought a sense of tension to the gathered soldiers, as even as her posture remained unchanged and her gaze still steely, the gathered knights gripped their weapons tensely, some of the older ones scowling at the mention of the Imperium's bloody neighbor and their barbarous people.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

"Black Pentacle, huh? Spooooooky~ I like it." Kanbaru said with a snicker of dark amusement, watching her former partner seeth in her typical vitriol with a nostalgic fondness. It was for the best she didn't get Touka's card or she'd be abusing it to tease the acerbic Serei more then was prudent, at least with her in another's pocket she'd have some material in reserve. Kitten seemed a suitable substitute but bereft of past relations even Kanbaru thought this cat would sooner bite her then tolerate her affections.

She wouldn't lose any sleep over it, instead pushing herself off the bar as the newly christened group of magical women plus Tokuda turned to face a glowing door leading out of the inn. If nothing else, this Tower was heavily inclined to shorten commutes given how far one door could take them. The Imperious Expedition at least sounded to be more inviting then the openly supernatural horror one, the bluenette finding herself to be lacking the interest to plunge into the depths of castlevania till she had some more firepower of her own.

Firepower like a Serei of her own, something she didn't expect to receive till after they'd overcomed some further trial, yet the Mysterious Dude's gift shined with an inner power that just screamed 'Summon Me!'. "Why hello, handsome!"

There was a bounce in her step as she made for the door, card clutched tightly in hand as she bounded towards adventure pausing only to turn back to assembled cast of oddballs. "Well come on, everyone! We've got a Tower to loot and friends to collect!"

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

The bluenette's dear reunion with Touka was cruelly ended by Touka herself. She purred past curled lips even as she staggered back from the low blow that freed her data-ex-compatriot. That fiercesness was a trait emulated perfectly, or so Touka said with her explanation about Serei and the cards that spawned them. "So you're a one way copy. Knowing all that your outside self does, but what you learn here doesn't go back out."

So basically Kanbaru could do anything to this Touka and the real one wouldn't know a thing. Not that there's much Kanbaru could do that she hadn't already.

The bar filled up soon after with even more people, another Serei being an endearing feline with a prickly attitude like an actual feline. Then a further feline, though one who could accurately be called an NPC, if a drunken one who proferred onto them complimentary healing potions. There was one for everyone, and while Kanbaru was a bit worse for wear from the explosives, she only sipped a bit off the top before stowing the majority of the vial for later. Oh, and one of the sleepers popped in, looking more confused then the Harem Protagonist.

"Hey Rose, I'm happy to let you start grinding affection score on the bartender, but we have to start small. The Mysterious Figure with the ghosts and shit may have let us go with prizes in hand, but I don't think we're getting off that easy if we jump into a boss room unprepared again. Umi's got it right, we need some carts to carry the loot we need to take a pirate ship...and then a motorcycle. In black. And saddlebags for my stuff...."