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Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

Tallow identifies their alignment as chaotic chaotic

@vietmyke

It's that extra inch of height. It contains all of a Bifrost native's chaotic energy.

Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

the bifrost natives

Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

I think so, but I would be able to answer that question more easily if everyone who's been accepted put their bios in the characters tab. ^^;

@VitaVitaAR

We had the thing were we just queued up in a line because we saw other people in a line.

Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

Tallow

Tallow Ambrose || 24 || Female

R-18

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"I sell craters. Where you want them isn't any of my concern."

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Appearance:

Tallow looks ill. Her eyes are sunken and seemingly never focus on anything. She doesn't have a soldier's physique nor does she have any natural blessing to speak of. The most optimistic thing you could say about her is that she's thin. At 5'6", she's neither short nor tall. She smells like sweat, cigarettes, and booze: markers of her lifestyle.

Personality:

Tallow is quite the enigma of a mercenary. Of course, not for being mysterious. Tallow has two traits that bewilder other mercs. First, she does not shut up. Whenever she opens her mouth, a chirping stream of consciousness made to belittle and throw other people off comes out. Second, she rarely doesn't broadcast over open channels.

Outside of her AUG, Tallow operates under one simple creed: cash is king. Pay her enough and she'll do anything. Her career fuels her hedonistic vices. She's really only interested in large weapons, larger AUGs, booze, and smokes. One could easily perceive Tallow as a bundle of self-destructive behaviours. They wouldn't necessarily be wrong, but they wouldn't be entirely right either. While her fearlessness often borders on self-destruction, she doesn't have a death wish. If she doesn't think she'd get an adequate reward out of something, she just won't do it.

She has some heart remaining to her fellows born on the planet. Though, her personality makes it difficult for her to show empathetic care. Sharing a little booze and a cigarette is usually the best care she can provide.

Skills:

• Fearless - Tallow isn't a thrill seeker nor is she brave. Rather, she simply lacks fear. To her, death simply means she can't have any more pleasures.
• Marksman - Despite her propensity towards ambiguous and maximal violence, Tallow is a good shot. Turns out, keeping cool is 90%.
• Scrap Rat - Tallow's childhood was built on getting her hands on whatever she could from battlefields. She has a decent idea of mechanics, how things work, and how to make them work. Just don't expect any of her solutions to be refined or long-lasting.

Brief History:

Her earliest memory was the battlefields on Bifrost. Not as a participant. No, she was still too young for that. The battlefields she remembers were burning graveyards of metal and ash. She was always alone. Couldn't trust anyone. The only thing she could trust was the metal. What she could strip from the steel coffins could be turned into food to survive the week.

As an uneasy peace came to Bifrost, scrapping moved from an occupation meant for the most desperate to a lucrative business. Tallow was at the forefront of this sudden change in industry. Suddenly, she wasn't only making enough to survive. She had the money to fix up her own mobile armour to facilitate her operations.

Her transition to mercenary wasn't a surprise. With money came violence. Scrappers began to fight over the remains of battlefields. That mobile armour made to cut up and carry scrap could also carry a rifle. With her reputation gained from fighting other scrappers, Tallow was beginning to be hired for services by scrapper and criminal enterprise alike.

Becoming an urban legend isn't easy, but all it took to become a local legend was to never shut up. Her old scrapper was broken. Its comms were stuck permanently broadcasting to every receiver that could listen. Call it a coping mechanism, but Tallow couldn't help but constantly berate and insult whatever was in front of her.

Business was booming for her. That old scrapper was upgraded beyond its limits. Of course, she wanted more. Something stronger. That led her to her baby. An augmented armour she could call her own. Using every connection she could manage, she got her hands on a functional augmented armour and built that baby up. It wasn't adhoc like her previous pile. It was refined. It had actual engineers building things for it.

And that's what led her to joining EINHERJAR. A scrapper whose life lead to them driving around a death machine.

High Impact

HIGH IMPACT

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"Don't forget the all caps when you spell the AUG's name."

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AUG Appearance:

Similar to its namesake, HIGH IMPACT's unique design takes hold of any unwilling spectator's mind. Built for the operation of heavy weaponry, the AUG stands at 23 meters with a broad upper torso designed to handle more than reasonable amounts of recoil. It bears nearly zero resemblance to the heavy mobile armour it was based on; layers of steel and polymer have since hidden its base frame.

Armaments:

• Due to its nature as a heavy weapons carrier, HIGH IMPACT can only carry one heavy weapon at a time.
  
  • RG-9990 Rail Cannon Custom - A long-ranged defensive emplacement railgun that has been customized to be vaguely handheld. It fires an exceedingly large rod at mach 10. Deadly accurate. The rods can also be used as makeshift javelins.
  • RG-1300 Bolt Cannon - An automatic rail shotgun that fires 3 metal rods at once. It can deal with an army at close range thanks to its rapid fire and penetration, but the user needs to pray that bolts will hit beyond spitting distance. It needs to be charged before firing a volley due to its volatile capacitors.
  • Dual GL-12 Thunderhammer Custom - A 12-shot grenade launcher customized to be used with HIGH IMPACT's large hands. HIGH IMPACT usually double fists these.
• HIGH IMPACT also has integrated weapon systems in the event that it is unable to use its primary weapon.
  • V7 Mashers - A set of twin laser shotguns built into the wrists. They fire quick due to HIGH IMPACT's high generation, but overheat and quickly dissipate due to weak internal capacitors.
  • Model 9905 Light Carbine Custom - A small-calibre carbine designed to be used by ultralight scouts. It has been customized to be fired with HIGH IMPACT's primary (though it looks like a toothpick) and auxiliary arms. Usually rests above HIGH IMPACT's ass.

Specifications:

HIGH IMPACT is one of the most heavily armoured AUGs in service. It uses an extremely durable composite metal and polymer plating to shrug off hits and diffuse lasers. With its weight comes immense strength: it's likely to be voted the AUG most likely to punch a cavern into something.

Its generator focuses primarily on throughput and not storage. It can do immense feats in short bursts, but struggles when it comes to more drawn out usages of its generator.

To deal with being a slow and massive target, HIGH IMPACT has a set of three DEP emitters on each shoulder that can enshroud it in a defensive field. While it does absolutely nothing against ballistics, it weakens lasers and explosives within its particle-laden emission field. Though, it can't exactly be used anywhere near civilians. It's a fast track to cancer if you breath it in.

When the going gets rough, HIGH IMPACT can use its secret weapon: scuttle mode. It can detach its large arms and numerous layers of armour to gain a massive boost to its speed. Auxiliary arms usually hidden in its forearms become available. Doing so is extraordinarily expensive, so it's only usable in the most dire circumstances. Of course, this mode turns HIGH IMPACT from an extraordinarily powerful heavy weapons carrier to a dinky plinker that can move quick.

Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

i lived

Zooted

Tallow Ambrose || 24 || Female

R-18

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"I sell craters. Where you want them isn't any of my concern."

---

Appearance:

Tallow looks ill. Her eyes are sunken and seemingly never focus on anything. She doesn't have a soldier's physique nor does she have any natural blessing to speak of. The most optimistic thing you could say about her is that she's thin. At 5'6", she's neither short nor tall. She smells like sweat, cigarettes, and booze: markers of her lifestyle.

Personality:

Tallow is quite the enigma of a mercenary. Of course, not for being mysterious. Tallow has two traits that bewilder other mercs. First, she does not shut up. Whenever she opens her mouth, a chirping stream of consciousness made to belittle and throw other people off comes out. Second, she rarely doesn't broadcast over open channels.

Outside of her AUG, Tallow operates under one simple creed: cash is king. Pay her enough and she'll do anything. Her career fuels her hedonistic vices. She's really only interested in large weapons, larger AUGs, booze, and smokes. One could easily perceive Tallow as a bundle of self-destructive behaviours. They wouldn't necessarily be wrong, but they wouldn't be entirely right either. While her fearlessness often borders on self-destruction, she doesn't have a death wish. If she doesn't think she'd get an adequate reward out of something, she just won't do it.

She has some heart remaining to her fellows born on the planet. Though, her personality makes it difficult for her to show empathetic care. Sharing a little booze and a cigarette is usually the best care she can provide.

Skills:

• Fearless - Tallow isn't a thrill seeker nor is she brave. Rather, she simply lacks fear. To her, death simply means she can't have any more pleasures.
• Marksman - Despite her propensity towards ambiguous and maximal violence, Tallow is a good shot. Turns out, keeping cool is 90%.
• Scrap Rat - Tallow's childhood was built on getting her hands on whatever she could from battlefields. She has a decent idea of mechanics, how things work, and how to make them work. Just don't expect any of her solutions to be refined or long-lasting.

Brief History:

Her earliest memory was the battlefields on Bifrost. Not as a participant. No, she was still too young for that. The battlefields she remembers were burning graveyards of metal and ash. She was always alone. Couldn't trust anyone. The only thing she could trust was the metal. What she could strip from the steel coffins could be turned into food to survive the week.

As an uneasy peace came to Bifrost, scrapping moved from an occupation meant for the most desperate to a lucrative business. Tallow was at the forefront of this sudden change in industry. Suddenly, she wasn't only making enough to survive. She had the money to fix up her own mobile armour to facilitate her operations.

Her transition to mercenary wasn't a surprise. With money came violence. Scrappers began to fight over the remains of battlefields. That mobile armour made to cut up and carry scrap could also carry a rifle. With her reputation gained from fighting other scrappers, Tallow was beginning to be hired for services by scrapper and criminal enterprise alike.

Becoming an urban legend isn't easy, but all it took to become a local legend was to never shut up. Her old scrapper was broken. Its comms were stuck permanently broadcasting to every receiver that could listen. Call it a coping mechanism, but Tallow couldn't help but constantly berate and insult whatever was in front of her.

Business was booming for her. That old scrapper was upgraded beyond its limits. Of course, she wanted more. Something stronger. That led her to her baby. An augmented armour she could call her own. Using every connection she could manage, she got her hands on a functional augmented armour and built that baby up. It wasn't adhoc like her previous pile. It was refined. It had actual engineers building things for it.

And that's what led her to joining EINHERJAR. A scrapper whose life lead to them driving around a death machine.

HIGH IMPACT

---

"Don't forget the all caps when you spell the AUG's name."

---

AUG Appearance:

Similar to its namesake, HIGH IMPACT's unique design takes hold of any unwilling spectator's mind. Built for the operation of heavy weaponry, the AUG stands at 23 meters with a broad upper torso designed to handle more than reasonable amounts of recoil. It bears nearly zero resemblance to the heavy mobile armour it was based on; layers of steel and polymer have since hidden its base frame.

Armaments:

• Due to its nature as a heavy weapons carrier, HIGH IMPACT can only carry one heavy weapon at a time.
  
  • RG-9990 Rail Cannon Custom - A long-ranged defensive emplacement railgun that has been customized to be vaguely handheld. It fires an exceedingly large rod at mach 10. Deadly accurate. The rods can also be used as makeshift javelins.
  • RG-1300 Bolt Cannon - An automatic rail shotgun that fires 3 metal rods at once. It can deal with an army at close range thanks to its rapid fire and penetration, but the user needs to pray that bolts will hit beyond spitting distance. It needs to be charged before firing a volley due to its volatile capacitors.
  • Dual GL-12 Thunderhammer Custom - A 12-shot grenade launcher customized to be used with HIGH IMPACT's large hands. HIGH IMPACT usually double fists these.
• HIGH IMPACT also has integrated weapon systems in the event that it is unable to use its primary weapon.
  • V7 Mashers - A set of twin laser shotguns built into the wrists. They fire quick due to HIGH IMPACT's high generation, but overheat and quickly dissipate due to weak internal capacitors.
  • Model 9905 Light Carbine Custom - A small-calibre carbine designed to be used by ultralight scouts. It has been customized to be fired with HIGH IMPACT's primary (though it looks like a toothpick) and auxiliary arms. Usually rests above HIGH IMPACT's ass.

Specifications:

HIGH IMPACT is one of the most heavily armoured AUGs in service. It uses an extremely durable composite metal and polymer plating to shrug off hits and diffuse lasers. With its weight comes immense strength: it's likely to be voted the AUG most likely to punch a cavern into something.

Its generator focuses primarily on throughput and not storage. It can do immense feats in short bursts, but struggles when it comes to more drawn out usages of its generator.

To deal with being a slow and massive target, HIGH IMPACT has a set of three DEP emitters on each shoulder that can enshroud it in a defensive field. While it does absolutely nothing against ballistics, it weakens lasers and explosives within its particle-laden emission field. Though, it can't exactly be used anywhere near civilians. It's a fast track to cancer if you breath it in.

When the going gets rough, HIGH IMPACT can use its secret weapon: scuttle mode. It can detach its large arms and numerous layers of armour to gain a massive boost to its speed. Auxiliary arms usually hidden in its forearms become available. Doing so is extraordinarily expensive, so it's only usable in the most dire circumstances. Of course, this mode turns HIGH IMPACT from an extraordinarily powerful heavy weapons carrier to a dinky plinker that can move quick.

Expedition to Isekai

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If only Rin had slammed into the ground and left a comedic outline. At least that would make her rise and descent comedic. Instead, she landed with an wheeze. She couldn't even spend a millisecond to relax. A howl came followed by the onrush of a stampede. Rin had to flounder out of the way, lest she be crushed.

At the very least, she took out a tail before it left. Maybe it was an achievement. Difficult to tell when the barometer was "made to leave in a huff" and Shun's newfound career path of food processor.

She still had energy. At least, enough gas in her tank to move around. With Shun's pleas, Rin came over to help the red-lined girl up.

Though, how effective she was at doing so was questionable. It took a half-dozen attempts to give Shun a hand. Not because of a specific difficulty. Rin was just cycling through different methods of holding Shun before finally settling on that piggy-back ride.

Even with her body being more durable, she wasn't able to perform a bridal-carry. At least, not seconds after being flung into the air.

"Let's go see if the others are fine."

Though, Rin had an inkling that most of them were.

One of the figures in the distance looked suspiciously like he'd break copyright, after all.

The Little Hamlet

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The Little Hamlet

Ingrid Lucentia von Draph

^{Interacting with: Wormwood @Dark Cloud}
The Bridge || About to Meal Prep || Gramhundling--whatever that means

Ingrid slung her rod over her shoulder and let out an exasperated breath. "Quit the plumbuckering."

Ingrid's diction was strange. At times, she spoke true to her noble roots. Other times, she spoke in the same brash ways as a commoner. She even knew multiple languages of which were complex and ornate. Unfortunately, Ingrid didn't quite have the capacity in her brain to properly be a polyglot. Sometimes, she used the wrong language for the wrong people. Other times, it led to something known as an Ingridism: a word that had been completely and independently conceived in Ingrid's mind as an actual word, yet it was a complete mystery of how it came about.

Today, that word was plumbucker.

"You just have to answer honest and earnest." She said as she scratched her head. Even if someone could be picked up by the head and used as a ball for games, that wasn't any reason why they would react like a fish out of water.

"Answering like you got ants in your boots will just make it seem like you're up to something. And if you're just looking to fish, then by all means fish. Just like how I need to go prepare these fish, I don't need permission to do so.

She pat her hips as if looking for something.

Ah, that's what she forgot. Her knife.

Expedition to Isekai

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And there was Rin flying a second time.

It was a cruel twist of fate that the girl so interested in reenacting the Wright brothers had flew so often.

Rin's mind sharpened. How could she avoid this? Everything was out of the question because she was spinning so quickly.

What was her power anyway? Math? She perceived lines on a coordinate plane to make slashes. But how did they slash? Well, fundamentally, it was just a force. And if she had access to forces, then she had access to vectors. When your mind functioned with such acuity, you could pick out how the environment around you looked even if you were spinning. With a click of her fingers, she emitted force with when her vision settled laterally.

She flew away from the trajectory of the long-tail's attack, spinning lessened from the sudden force on her body.

If what she needed was stopping power, then she'd use stopping power. If a needle wasn't enough, then Rin just needed a bigger attack.

With Shun acting as her flashing distraction, Rin generated a new shape. One infinitely more complex than a simple line. 3.14... times, even.

With her mind focused on the beast, a new shape formed upon her hand. One that spun and spun, its circular nature concealing just how fast it was rotating.

It was a god damn destructo disc and it was coming straight for the long tail.

Expedition to Isekai

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It was enough. Rin saw the path that she could take. Just as the beasts could act to their own accord, so too could Rin. Her slash didn't do much, yet it was enough. Enough to instill a drop of confidence in a world that had hours earlier flung her into a tree. Confidence that would let her trust Shun to not allow beasts to swarm her. She'd finish off this beast with her geometric slashes.

The simplest way forwards was to overwhelm the beast. But if she had done so, she would be staking the strength of their selves against one another. Trying to outgas a beast was, perhaps, not the best way forwards. Humans were endurance animals, but only over the course of hours and days. Minutes? Beasts were much better. However, she possessed what beasts didn't; what humans lacked in intuition, they more than made up for in cunning.

She created another arc to throw at the beast. Blinding, blooming, violent. More dangerous-looking than before. However, its looks were the only thing dangerous about it. She put little force into it; what power it did possess reserved for visual flair. Behind it, she tracked the beast with her eyes. Her vision in the night wasn't the greatest. However, her perception gave ample time to parse the forms before her.

Behind the arc, she traced a simpler line. One that would drive forward. It was designed to pierce the beast. If it could simply clash with large arcs, then the answer was simple: a needle-like mass that focused all of its intensity towards one point. A penetrating attack that could not easily be blocked or deflected.