Marx

Tesera Mercenary Corp - A sci-fi/fantasy mercenary RP

Oooooh.... Jordan, Jacob. J's are confusing. Yeah, I can most definitely see a rivalry there!

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Gnar The Missing Link said
A lot of words.

Cool beans. Happy to be aboard. Look forward to rping with everyone.

Tesera Mercenary Corp - A sci-fi/fantasy mercenary RP

Revolutionary said
I think Jordan and Sven should have rivalries, with each having both near-opposite personalities and being technology based.

I can see a rivalry to a decent extent. Sven is very proud of his machines and could definitely look down on Jordan's pets.

Revolutionary said
My typing fingers are itching to get rolling on this project.

Hmm... Anyone else get the impression that Revolutionary is hyped to start rping?

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Sorry. Rpg and it's loading issues did this.

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Gnar The Missing Link said
@Marx: I really like both characters, I really do... however, I'm in a slight bind here with both you and XLegs that I'll explain shortly.As of this moment, however, I would like to take attendance of all those who are still interested and those who have not dropped out for whatever reasons. I want to make sure I have a complete list of those who are still in this.After that has been done, I'm going to wait a few minutes and see how things are coming along... because I do believe the RP will be starting today one way or another, and who'll be our 12th member. I'm going to give XLegs until this amount of time to get their stuff sorted and present an application that is on par with the others before I make my decision and start the RP.

I see. Well, should a space open up, feel free to shoot me a PM and I'll hop right in.

Cheers.

Tesera Mercenary Corp - A sci-fi/fantasy mercenary RP

Sven, being the other mechanical engineer/robot owner could easily be either a friend or a foe to Jake.

Given Sven's temperament; sharp, blunt, kinda rude, reclusive, the list goes on and on... I think he's bound to be on poor terms with most of the crew.

Tesera Mercenary Corp - A sci-fi/fantasy mercenary RP

Since most of our characters have been with Tesera for some time, perhaps we should establish friendships, rivalries, etc between characters.

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Leonce Armistead

Name:
Leonce 'Leon' Armistead

Age:
17

Personality:
Leonce is a lover. Outside of a fight, he is almost unrecognizable to those that have fought him. In social situations Leonce lives to find connections with those around him. He's a social butterfly of sorts who remembers every name and usually everything he learns about people, his brain having been lucky enough to be wired for social interaction. Leonce is aware of how his talking someone's ear off can be a negative and tries to form conversations with people and let them do most of the talking (something that has led to him mastering the technique of nodding and going "mhmm"). He's slow to make decisions, wanting to weigh every side of every argument and make sure that whatever he chooses is the best possible decision for every situation. Leonce wants nothing more than to make friends and enjoy life with those around him, always being willing to go an extra mile to put a smile on someone's face. To those less intimate with him, he often appears to be a man of endless smiles and stamina, always ready and willing to turn it up to 11 for every occasion and always ready to offer a helping hand, a smile, or a joke.

Leonce is a fighter. If ever he feels his life is in danger or that the life of another is in danger, all bets are off. Leonce is willing to go to any length to ensure that those who seek to harm others never harm another once he's done with them. In a fight Leonce makes snap decisions and lets go of his inhibitions, ready to do anything at a moments notice, and if the only way to win a fight is to put himself at risk, he will seize the opportunity and dig in his teeth.

Battle-Style:
Mid-Close-ranged gunslinger. Mobility and firepower are everything with Leonce, and he would much rather have little armour and lightning quick reflexes than be a bulky bullseye. He has a preference to ammunition over plasma or alternative based weapons, the feedback of rounds giving him a much better sense of where to aim, plus there's just something about the sound that makes it feel right. When he gets in close to targets, he'll make use of his rifle's bayonet which is typically attached to his Framework's hip and use it to either force a target to stay still and take a barrage of gunfire or break open armour to find a soft spot.

Hospitalized Deceased Special One:
Leonce's adoptive mother, Julia Einhard, a framework pilot, was killed several months prior to his being selected to become a Framework pilot. Leonce had always had a strong relationship with his mother and would frequently communicate with her, having even spoken with her a few hours prior to her death. The loss devastated him and cause him to withdraw from society for a while. His mother became a touchy topic that he often refuses to speak about, even to some of his closest friends.

Background:
All that remains of Leonce's birth parents is his surname Armistead. Both suffered an untimely death during the Cruxi invasion of an outer world. Leonce was no older than six at the time and had priority among the ships that were fleeing the planet, his parents being left behind to board a later ship. That ship never came. The rescue shuttle boarded the carrier Tetsuba where a temporary refugee camp had been set up as survivors were gathered and shipped off to a safer planet. It was there that Leonce met Julia Einhard, the woman that would go on to adopt him.

There was little mothering she could do for him with her being a framework pilot, but she did her best to make it work. He had a safe home on Earth, nearly as far from the fighting as he could get, a rotating group of caretakers, and frequent access to long distance communication with her. Julia would tell him of her fighting the Cruxi, of how she piloted the framework, where she was, and the general stuff a mother and son would shoot the shit about. Leonce, despite his tragic loss, had a relatively happy childhood as the adopted son of Julia, and a relatively safe life on Earth. Both were more than he could ever ask for and he was acutely aware of how few people had such luxuries.

Years passed by in the blink of an eye and Leonce found himself a young teen, popular among his peers, well liked, and very happy with his life. Leonce tried a flurry of designer drugs and liquor and found that he hated them both. He found his joys in more alternative routes, getting his first tattoo on his neck at 16, his first piercings shortly after, and the complete remake of his appearance followed suit. He had found an exciting new appearance and was quickly pulled into the culture of alternative appearances when the news of Julia's death reached him.

Leonce disappeared for what seemed like months, filled with grief at the loss of his mother and the memories of the loss of his parents that was brought along with it. Leonce's reappearance into the social world was his last. It's a blur in his mind, though from what he's been told he had been stabbed in the chest three times before stealing the knife from his attacker and beating the man until his face was unrecognizable. The military showed arrived in his ward shortly after that. Something about his medical charts seemed to tip them off that he might have potential to become a framework pilot. Leonce didn't complain.

Other things:
Leonce is a big fan of tattoos, piercings, and hair dye, all of which he is constantly on the lookout for more of.

Ballistica

Framework Name:
Ballistica

Appearance:


Primary Weapon-Type:
Ichaival
A state of the art ballistics weapon that offers recoil reduction and precision almost unheard of. The rifle has several fire modes that offer the ability to quickly switch between munition types, the types ranging from incendiary, localized emp, high impact, and explosive. Due to the rifle relying on conventional ballistics, ammunition count is limited which requires the pilot the make every shot count.

Secondary Weapon Type:
Mjolnir
An injection knife that operates as a bayonet for Ichaival as well as a personal combat knife. Upon insertion, utilizing plasma based technology, the knife injects a burst of plamsa meant to either damage armour or destroy it all together. Reference

Side-socket 1&2:
Cartridges
Ichaival goes through a lot of ammo quickly and as a result, having extra ammunition is less a luxury and more a necessity. Due to Ichaival's ammunition requirements, borrowing ammo from others isn't exactly a viable solution, so this is the only way to ensure that Ballistica doesn't have to rely on Mjolnir.

Special Ability:
The Snake and its Fangs
Upon entering this mode, Ballista's stealth systems activate rendering it undetectable to visual, temperature, electrical, and motion based tracking systems. The only give away to Ballistica's location being the beams of plasma fired from its new rifle, Jormungand, the product of Ichaival and Mjolnir fusing. This rifle exceeds Ichaival's range and firepower greatly and is less hindered by environmental effects than more conventional ammunition.

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Hopefully y'all are still looking for new players.

Name:
Sven Hagebak

Class type:
The Operator

Race:

Synthetically Augmented Terran - Caucasian Male

Synthetics are a dying breed. Something neither human nor alien, only a select few in the know universe having been made, with fewer having survived to this day. Synthetics are beings, humans in the case of Sven, who are born to an artificial womb and while in the embryonic stage are injected with a cocktail of chemicals to drastically alter their genetic makeup. Sven was a member of batch eight, number 32. Prior to his fourth birthday he was simply known as 832, as his serial number had read. By Sven's batch biological immortality and the stopping of entropy in the subjects cells over time had been solved. Hyper intelligence, inhuman agility, radar like perception, and a plethora of other targets were on the list for Sven's batch. Shortly before Sven's trial period hyper intelligence in the form of savants was discovered and applied to him, as was heavily increased cellular reproduction which led to rapid bodily healing. Cellular reproduction had ceased producing numerous tumors per hour in subjects by subject 25. Sven was also specifically breed to be of Nordic descent, which produced an unconscious infatuation with all that is Nordic. Psychologists suggested that this was merely a coincidence, though there had been other cases with subjects being culturally bred. That portion of the program was gouged shortly after Sven reached maturity. A large drawback that went largely unknown until Sven's brain was monitored near puberty was his capacity for addiction and self destruction. Most of patch eight's savants had killed themselves or died of suspicious circumstance well before puberty. The two batches follow Sven's were seen as catastrophic failures, producing abominations incapable of human interaction, most fortunately dying before reaching more than a few years of age. The Synthetics program's funding dried up shortly after that, all subjects being abandoned as the funding to keep them housed was no longer there, their hired caretakers leaving alongside the money. Currently, forty Synthetics remain, sixteen of them belonging to batch nine and ten.

Age:
26

Appearance:
Outside of his mech


Personality:
Sven doesn't like to play games. He'll throw himself into any fight without hesitation if it's a fight he believes in and once his mind is set, there's no going back. If Sven's buddies back home were asked, they'd describe him as the most stubborn and crazy sonuvabitch they've ever known. Due to Sven's inherent weakness to any addictive substances, he's got a bit of a drinking and smoking problem and will often be found at bars or outside of them if he had gotten into yet another brawl.

Powers:
Modified Organic Function: Sven's capacity to heal is greatly improved, as are his mental capabilities, reflexes, vision, taste, touch, smell, you get it by now. This also leaves Sven incredibly vulnerable to substance abuse and quick dependency on medication.
Neural Link: Sven, while in one of his devices, be it mech, ship, or spider-tank, will share his innate regenerative factor with it, the devices capable of repairing themselves as if they were organic machines at the expense of power.
Ragnarok: Should death seem inevitable, Sven is capable of detonation of his augmentations as well as the machines he is neurally linked with. This is meant to destroy anything of value with his device or with himself as well as his attacker. One time use.

History:
"Neural link established," a cool mechanical voice echoed in his mind, the warm tight cockpit of Mjolnir hugging him as a mother would a newborn. The young man, 19 years of age thumbed a panel to his left, a switch dropping down and the cockpit being filled with silence. A faint blue light blanketed him as the monitor whined to life, Gymnopedie No.1 pouring from the speakers like warm honey, drowning him in a sense of ease. The monitor displayed a near endless field of land, red like clay, mostly lifeless. Mostly. Gunmetal gray shapes were beginning to form on the horizon, a wall of shaky mirages across the endless desert of Mars. Parts of Mars were colonised, sure, but Zanu, the home of his workshop and private residence inherited by his late father; it was a wasteland.

Two short chirps echoed through the cockpit, cutting his music short, "Answer," the boy sighed, a face appearing in the corner of his monitor. It was a long face, nearly as red as the desert between the two of them, his gray mustache a harsh contrast to the vibrantly coloured face from years of sunburns. "Dunham," the boy said flatly, almost bored. "Sven, boy. We're here to take you in. We need you, we need that mind of yours," Dunham said, his eyes as predatory as always, the vein in his neck bulging as he spoke. Sven sighed and cut the signal. A king and his castle were rarely separated.

An array of mechanised soldiers, mechs, and a few Spirals (low altitude ships whose anti-grav generators resembled spirals), encroached quickly on what Sven considered very much his land and proceeded to continue into his land after Sven ordered them to stop. The fight between himself and the invaders lasted no more than ten minutes; Mjolnir with minor structural damage, seven of the eight men Dunham sent dead. Sven would spend the next few days questioning number eight until he gave away to his wounds. Over the next six years Sven found himself atop a mountain of scrap metal, Dunham's personal mech at the very top of that mountain, it's pilot most assuredly indisposed. A request for his place among the Tesera mercenaries reached him shortly after, and being fresh out of play things, he wholeheartedly accepted.

How long have you been with Tesera:
Eight months.

Weapons:

Sven

Gungnir


Mjolnir


Járngreipr


Ichaival

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