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We could brainstorm in this thread, if ideas would help.
Man, I'd join a Worm RP in a heartbeat.

Sadly, I don't really have the time to GM anything right now.
Okay, team. Good job. Ken, take off and set up a holding pattern while we deploy. Everyone else, here's the skinny - Warlock, take Bell, Stone and Kelsea as your scouting team. Maxwell, position yourself so you're able to relay comms between the recon team and the main unit, as well as providing tactical fire support if necessary, and targeting for Kradis or any of the rest of us for long-range support to cover the recon units' retreat. Everyone who ain't in the recon unit is wi' me. Our job will be to move up behind the recon team and spread out to provide flanking cover at a medium distance, and to secure the rear area of the battlefield, and prevent them from bein' outmanoeuvred. First things first, we gotta move away from the ship. On the double, move out.
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"Understood!" Shona replied over the coms, checking the IFF tags on her HUD to mark out her teammates in the recon group as the first machines in the formation moved out. The bright sun and gentle green plains filled the cockpit with light, enough for Shona to bump down the display gamma a little. She did her best to ignore the picturesque scenery and focus on scanning for contacts, checking the data coming in from her sensors and trying to keep her nerves under control. She succeeded, mostly, a substantial adrenalin rush helping take the edge off her worries.

A new com channel popped into being on her HUD - Oliver had set up a dedicated line for the recon team. Good idea. Shona tapped in. "Bell to Oliver, scout group, roger that. Want me to set up a telemetry-sharing channel and link us in?" Her Rapier's computers were faster than most of the rest of the unit's, and this was the sort of thing its designers had in mind when they layed down the specs.
Let's see:

- The character I have in mind is a re-working of an old OC of mine, Basilisk. A hero in her early twenties who tries to look out for the younger heroes in her patch.

- I got a kind of gritty, realistic vibe from the intro, but not a super-serious Bale-era-Batman one. So, a sort of light-hearted gritty universe, if that makes sense ^^;

- I'm not sure where I'd like the story to go, but I've always liked the rivalries and relationships that form in this sort of story, so hopefully we'll get that sort of thing develooping as we go along.
Shona had always found something about a pre-deployment GEAR bay exciting, and the feeling was only amplified now that’s he knew there was more than a testing range waiting for outside. Upon stepping onto the launch deck she quickly made her way over to the matte grey and brown form of her Rapier.

The software tech was a young stoat girl called Eines, one of the regulars from Ourven Base transferred to the Claw along with her and her machine, and she spent a moment catching up and learning the names of her new tech crew.

“No nick you want us to stencil on last-minute?”

“Nah, I haven’t really done much to earn one yet.” Shona replied as she lowered her helmet into place.

“Sure you have!” Eines said, grinning from above her PADD’s screen. “I can give them a few from Ourven…”

Shona responded by tossing her half-filled water bottle at her. “Shush, you. If I wake up to find my machine re-christened “Ears” I’m going to put its fist through a bulkhead.” She said with a grin, turning to hoist herself up the side of her mech.

One of the advantages of being so short, she supposed, was that she had a little more elbow and head room inside the cramped cockpit. She set about powering the GEAR up, the usual system checks as familiar to her by now as the fur on her paw (some of the less glamorous stories she had from the test range involved shutting down and re-starting buggy machines over and over, for hours). As the cockpit cover swung down, sealing her inside the hologram-lit compartment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could do this. This, right here, was her space, her element. As the rest of the unit started to detach from their umbilicals and call in, she set her jaw and pushed her machine forward.

“Bell and M227, ready to go.” She reported over the radio, using her Rapier’s serial number. She winced slightly. I really do need a callsign… “We’re kitted out light and fast, and we have good eyes – I can scout out front."
Ooh, interest!
Glad your game session went down well, Silver! *Grumbles about the schedule gods conspiring to keep my game group from playing for months*

Anyway, lately I've been in a bit of an RPing slump, sorry. I'll see about getting a post up when I get time.
Name: Ava Mar Shior
Age: 16
Gender: Female
What Kind of Dimension You Are From: Legacy.

Originally a backwater with no advanced civilisation to speak of, Legacy became the site of a heated conflict when two powerful dimension-travellers arrived, one pursuing the other. The pair were bitter enemies, but by the laws of their home society they were forbidden from fighting directly. Instead they built armies (One by uplifting the local tribes and animals, the other by creating new sentient species in their own image) and waged a proxy war that lasted for dozens of generations. Eventually the pursuer won and returned home, leaving the soldiers to their own devices with just a handful of instructions.

Without their “gods” the various species fell into turmoil, and it took almost a century for things to settle down and for actual cultures to form. Nowadays the dimension is still a backwater, but a very cosmopolitan one, with four dominant races making up a dozen nations. They are confined to one planet, with a general tech level entering something of a renaissance period, fuelled by an advanced magic system.

The races still worship their disappeared creators as gods, and while the various nations are currently in a state of peace there is still some tensions between the races created from the native human tribes, those originally uplifted animals, and the one surviving “bloodcrafted” race.

Appearance: Average in height and wiry, with dark grey eyes, pale grey-brown skin and white hair worn in a messy ponytail. Her race was one of those engineered by the losing traveller. She has a mostly-humanoid build, with the some exceptions: a slightly longer neck and limbs; long tapered ears that hang down to her shoulders; and a sharp, straight horn set in the middle of her forehead, just below her hairline. She has an intricate blue, black and orange tattoo across the bridge of her nose and under each eye, and her ears are pierced with numerous hoops and studs. She spends a lot of time on the road, so she’s usually decked out for travel. Her outfit’s main features are a hooded robe (cream with elaborate, colourful embroidery around the hems) and a knapsack, bandolier and assorted belt pouches with various supplies and equipment.

Personality: Scholarly and highly curious. Like most of her race, she can be somewhat taciturn at times, not usually prone to exaggerated displays of emotion, although she does have a dry sense of humour. Despite her stoic demeanor, she has a deep love of adventure and discovery, and a thirst for knowledge that can sometimes get the better of her better judgment.

Weapon: A magic focus, which takes the form of a rainbow-patterned woolen glove. With this she can use hand gestures to cast spells – she is not a powerful magician by any means, but she knows a fair few utility spells that have combat applications (primarily - one that sets a target on fire, and one that telekinetically pushes objects). She also has a sturdy walking staff and a dagger for emergencies.

History: Ava’s early life was fairly unremarkable, being born and raised in one of Legacy’s main trading hubs. Ever since she was young she had displayed a studious bent and a keen interest in history. When, in her early teens, she found that she had an above-average aptitude for magic she knew this would provide her with the leg-up she needed to join the local college. She was accepted and apprenticed to an older magician, an archeologist specializing in relics and ruins from the War of the Gods. She readily took to life in the field, and over the next few years became quite an experienced traveler and ruin-delver, relishing the chance to uncover the secrets from the beginning of civilisation.
Ooh, interested. I have a character in mind already, I'll get a CS up when I have time.
And posted as well. Sorry if I missed anything, I had to write it in kind of a hurry ^^;
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