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Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)

Also still here. I'm not giving up on this one yet.

Star Wars: Holdouts

CT-7777 AKA Fresoc Solisar

Name: CT-7777, formerly nicknamed "Lucky" by his old unit, goes by the name Fresoc Solisar
Species: Human Clone, from the Jango Fett template
Age: First grown in 21 BBY, CT-7777 is technically only 4 years old, but the advanced clone aging has left him nearing his late 40s biologically, with grey hair, wrinkling skin, and a body beginning to fail.
Major Skills: CT-7777 served in a Republic Flmaetrooper unit as a sergeant. This has given him considerable experience with the BT X-42 Heavy Flamethrower, and in commanding a squad of up to 9 other soldiers besides himself
Minor Skills: CT-7777 is trained with an assortment of other incendiary weapons to a lesser extent, primarily incendiary grenades. He's also reasonably trained in basic usage of light blaster weaponry, such as light rifles or carbines and pistols. He's also accustomed to clearing bunkers and other urban structures, though primarily with flame weaponry.
Character Flaws: CT-7777 is getting old, and his body and mind are showing this age, wear and tear. He's not as strong, fast or enduring as he used to be, and he's arguably a fair bit slower than even an untrained person of a younger age would be. His mind is also slowing down from the accelerated aging, leading to forgetfulness, mixed signals when talking, and misremembering strategies and plans.
Equipment CT-7777 travels light, preferring to wear a cut-down version of his old Phase II clone armor consisting of the undersuit, breastplate, boots and gauntlets. He keeps a DC-17 blaster pistol with him, as well as a pair of spare energy packs for it. Hooked to a web belt on his armor are a pair of incendiary grenades, as well as a grapple line and first aid kit.
Brief Background: CT-7777 was the Sergeant of First Squad in the 23rd Urban Assault Platoon. As the leader of First Squad, he frequently fought alongside Lieutenant CT-2370 "Supes" and Jedi General Narlusia Creeke, and was with them on the fateful day of Order 66. Circumstances led to CT-7777 being the one to have to kill General Creeke. When he finally came to after the order had been executed, he realized what he had done and quickly got as far away from the army as he could, wanting nothing to do with the new "Empire" and their murderous ways. Now he makes his living as a small-time outer-rim mercenary by the name of Fresoc Solisar.

Star Wars: Holdouts

CT-7777 AKA Fresoc Solisar

Name: CT-7777, formerly nicknamed "Lucky" by his old unit, goes by the name Fresoc Solisar
Species: Human Clone, from the Jango Fett template
Age: First grown in 21 BBY, CT-7777 is technically only 4 years old, but the advanced clone aging has left him nearing his late 40s biologically, with grey hair, wrinkling skin, and a body beginning to fail.
Major Skills:CT-7777 served in a Republic Flmaetrooper unit as a sergeant. This has given him considerable experience with the BT X-42 Heavy Flamethrower, and in commanding a squad of up to 9 other soldiers besides himself
Minor Skills:CT-7777 is trained with an assortment of other incendiary weapons to a lesser extent, primarily incendiary grenades. He's also reasonably trained in basic usage of light blaster weaponry, such as light rifles or carbines and pistols. He's also accustomed to clearing bunkers and other urban structures, though primarily with flame weaponry.
Character Flaws: CT-7777 is getting old, and his body and mind are showing this age, wear and tear. He's not as strong, fast or enduring as he used to be, and he's arguably a fair bit slower than even an untrained person of a younger age would be. His mind is also slowing down from the accelerated aging, leading to forgetfulness, mixed signals when talking, and misremembering strategies and plans.
EquipmentCT-7777 travels light, preferring to wear a cut-down version of his old Phase II clone armor consisting of the undersuit, breastplate, boots and gauntlets. He keeps a DC-17 blaster pistol with him, as well as a pair of spare energy packs for it. Hooked to a web belt on his armor are a pair of incendiary grenades, as well as a grapple line and first aid kit.
Brief Background:CT-7777 was the Sergeant of First Squad in the 23rd Urban Assault Platoon. As the leader of First Squad, he frequently fought alongside Lieutenant CT-2370 "Supes" and Jedi General Narlusia Creeke, and was with them on the fateful day of Order 66. Circumstances led to CT-7777 being the one to have to kill General Creeke. When he finally came too after the order had been executed, he realized what he had done and quickly got as far away from the army as he could, wanting nothing to do with the new "Empire" and their murderous ways. Now he makes his living as a small-time outer-rim mercenary by the name of Fresoc Solisar.

Star Wars: Holdouts

Of course. I have a penchant for playing grumpy old army dudes.

Star Wars: Holdouts

@LauderWould a surviving clone be allowed? One who participated in Order 66, but made it out of the Imperial decommissioning alive and well, if that affects the decision at all.

Star Wars: Holdouts

I've got a couple character ideas I could toss into this mix, would need to work out which one fits better. Count me interested.

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)

In the heart of Lord Horatio Drake's vessel, the Golden Aquila, Lazarus Germael was performing and perfecting his craft on yet another unfortunate soul cursed with the bane of injury, which needed immediate treating. The patient in question was a senior member of the security crew, a minor officer and someone actually important enough to warrant treatment from the good Medicus himself, rather than an assistant or other member of the medicae staff aboard the ship. The officer was missing an arm due to an accident in one of the storage bays, a stray crate dropped from on high led to a crushed, and now amputated, appendage. A mask providing precious anesthetics was cupped over the man's face, as the machine and his lungs rasped in unison. Lazarus, dressed firmly for the occasion in protective gear over his usual attire, carefully mused over the bionic replacement the officer was to be issued.

Bionics like this were always a pleasurable procedure for Lazarus. Working the nerves of the human body, uniting man with machine, it was a gift of life he had learned from his dear friend Obel, and one he always paid homage to his old friend with. Every limb, mechadendrite, actuator, and every other bionic and cybernetic piece of hardware Lazarus would install was faintly marked with the letters 'F.O.', For Obel. Lazarus carefully hefted the limb from its initial placement on the delivery cart to just beside the treated, gaping shoulder of the man.

Lazarus began the arduous process of attaching the limb to the patient's body, connecting nerves to wires, bone to metal, and sewing shut the skin around the bionic connection. After a lengthy amount of time, the limb was properly and finally connected, with Lazarus having him carted away to the recovery ward as he stripped himself of the compromised cleanliness gear, restoring his more normal garb, and carefully scrubbing his reflective glasses. The operation was yet another success in a long list of chiurgeries under Lazarus's proverbial belt. As he dried his hands of the antimicrobial water, he saw the ship's First Mate, Briggs. Lazarus let out a faint sigh, facing the fellow former navy man.

"Is this a medicae check-up, Mr. Briggs? Or shall I presume you've come on behalf of Lord Drake again?"

Briggs informed Lazarus of the request in question, which Lazarus responded to with a simple "Thank you, Mr. Briggs." and a dismissive hand-wave. Returning to his quarters, located just a brief walk away from the medicae section, Lazarus would gather up his supplies, namely his various field medicus tools, and his autopistol and accompanying magazines. After gathering his needed accoutrements, and working his way to the shuttle bay, Lazarus was greeted by an entire band of armsmen, who directed him to the shuttle. After a brief time, Lord Horatio Drake stepped onto the deck. As he approached, Lazarus took it upon himself to greet the man who had so graciously employed him for this stretch of time.

"Lord Drake, a pleasure to see you again, sir."

"Tell me Lazarus, are we ready to go? Are you ready to go?"

Lazarus lowered his spectacles enough to make his eyes clearly visible to all watching, glancing over the other members of the shuttle party, as well as the shuttle itself. After a brief pause, Lazarus would press the rims back up onto the upper bridge of his nose.

"Well, my lord. I wouldn't presume to speak for the armsmen here, but I am fully prepared for the voyage at hand. I should also inform you that the nasty bit of trouble involving Sub-Lieutenant Sicus and the crate of autorifles has been resolved. The damage suffered by Mr. Sicus has been rectified with a bionic replacement, and the guilty party has been scheduled by his assigned Bosun for servitor conversion as soon as I'm next available. But enough about such trifles, shall we board the shuttle?"

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

Kell's Dream was beginning its descent towards the planet when an assortment of other vessels arrived, presumably heading for the same distress beacon R5 had discovered. One was a small Stinger craft, also coming in for a landing, while the others were harder to make out, and R5 was not sure exactly how many there were in orbit at this time. A cursory scan of the Stinger indicated a single life form, but beyond that the vessel seemed empty. Deciding to keep an eye out for this vessel, and to attempt to land away from it, R5 continued to bark orders to the other droids in binary, eventually setting the ship down a good rough mile from where R5 believed the Stinger was headed.

Actually landing the ship didn't prove to be much issue for the mechanical reflexes of the all-robotic crew. The blizzard conditions eventually gave way to a mostly clear sky, and finding a location to safely touch down wasn't particularly hard. The ship planted itself into the snow, the landing gears sinking noticeably into the white blanketed layer, as the wind blew drifts into the ship, which collected around the nooks and crevices in the hull. Droids quickly rolled out of hatches across the hull, working quickly to repair the external damage to the ship.

With a quick estimate on how long it would take to finalize repairs on the ship, R5 instructed for the others to shut down all power aboard the ship, and conduct repairs as quietly as possible, avoiding detection to the best of their ability. R5 designated a second in command from among the assortment of home-built models, a bipedal utility droid with a penchant for "playing admiral" as it were. With the matter of the ship settled, R5 gathered its equipment and disembarked through the loading ramp of the vessel, careful to place a pair of armed guards, as well as two sensor-directed placement turrets, just at the top of the ramp, overlooking the vast stretch of white.

Stepping out into the frigid wasteland, R5 would send out cursory scans, attempting to keep watch for any signs of biological life. R5 also placed an indicator on its vision display, marking the distance to the source of the beacon, about just over a mile away from R5's vessel. R5 believed the other ship, the Stinger, had landed closer to the beacon, which meant that whoever it was would get there first, and potentially be an issue to deal with. R5 hoped to get out of this without any unnecessary violence, and it had no intention of instigating an attack on someone before they fired upon R5 first.

As R5 marched across the snow, its metallic feet crunching against the chilled ground, R5 thought back to the incident with the explosives planted on the ship, and the emotions that the droid had seemingly felt from the incident. Kell had insisted that something like this would happen, but R5 had not expected it so...soon after leaving the workshop. R5 continued to contemplate what the ramifications of this would mean for the droid's future, just as it crested a ridge, and the other vessel, the Stinger, came into sight. R5 carefully approached at a brisk, but non-threatening pace. Attempting to come towards it from the diagonal of its front end, hoping that by approaching it from where the cockpit overlooked the terrain, R5 could indicate non-hostility and potentially ask the owner of the ship for some assistance.

Priest & Hawthorne Investigations - A Modern Fantasy Adventure!

Here's my guy as well.

Johann Weber

Name: Johann Weber

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Human

Age (Real and apparent): Real Age - 30, Apparent Age - late 20s, early 30s.

Appearance: Johann, at a common glance, likely doesn't stand out to anyone who doesn't know him. His face is fairly mundane, a bit wrinkled in some areas, but otherwise unmarred. His chocolate-colored hair is neatly kept and trimmed, with it merging seamlessly into his short, evenly-spread beard. His eyes are an emerald green, and move in a fashion of one accustomed to learning and scholarly studies. Johann keeps himself lean and fit, but not so much that his taller frame looks lanky because of it. He dresses sharply, but still relaxed, preferring long collared shirts and loose slacks, with the occasional coat. He doesn't require glasses for everyday activities, though for reading and writing he keeps a pair on hand, as per a prescription. He often carries a satchel full of books on the occult, supernatural, or otherwise paranormal, most penned by him or another of his family. Johann keeps an assortment of more formal or distressed clothing if the situation requires it, often leaning towards fitted suits or hoodies and cargo pants, respectively. A German by birth, Johann speaks English in an accent, which can make him harder to understand in regards to certain words or phrases, though his enunciation is improving, and he practices this when he can.

Personality: Johann is a scholar first and foremost, and is almost more concerned with cataloging and studying the paranormal rather than fighting it, though he always steps up to combat it directly when he must. He's a bit shy when it comes to casual conversation, though he adores discussing historical topics, or his non-paranormal areas of research, often musing that "If I didn't study the paranormal, I'd be teaching world history." Although Johann is well-accustomed to the paranormal and occult wonders of the world, he has a large fear that frequently gets the better of him: snakes. If it involves snakes or snake-like beings, he wants nothing to do with it and will rush to get away. Being from Germany originally, Johann has a bit of trouble grasping the finer points of English, particularly terms for certain paranormal beings, as well as the culture of living in the US.

Powers, Traits, and Abilities: Johann comes from a family of paranormal investigators, and so has a wealth of knowledge and resources regarding to the field. He's penned four books on the subject(all privately published for the occult community), and his family have published far more. In more practical terms, Johann has mastered the use of a few magical spells, simple stuff to protect himself and help out in dangerous conflicts, but nothing extreme. He speaks fluent German and decent English, and has a basic knowledge of translating historical languages like Latin, Greek, Aramaic and Hebrew. Outside of work, Johann spends a lot of time studying publicly-known world history, and considers it his hobby. He's currently working on a historical fiction novel, set during the Franco-Prussian War.

Background: The following is an excerpt from The Effects of Modern Society Upon The Paranormal, the fourth book published by Johann Weber.
"...Modern society holds much grip over the ability of the paranormal to proliferate within our world. Smart phone photographs of a magician casting a spell, digital video of a vampire feeding, and the general spread of conspiratorial information detailing the existence of supernatural elements in our world. All this must be combated as much as any occult threat. The average person must not be allowed intimate knowledge of magic, or poltergeists, or demons, for the average person is a liability too great to ignore. Yes, these mundane peoples must be protected from the dangers of the abnormal, but they should not be aware that the threat exists.

The trouble in this matter, however, is where to draw the line. Should the information collected by organizations or individuals studying and combating the paranormal be provided to national or regional governments? Should those governments be contacted in the event of a crisis? This is a topic myself and my colleagues have debated for years on end, and something I feel has been undecided since time immemorial. However, with the advents of modern technology and the renewed pace at which news travels in our world is making this issue much more prevalent and dangerous to our line of work. This is why I would argue that the operations of government should not be brought into the fold, because that puts the protection of the knowledge out of our own hands, and into that of an external source, something we can't reliably control or protect.

Investigation and containment of the paranormal and the occult should rest squarely in the hands of independent organizations. Governments often have obligations or requirements that can restrict their ability to act directly on a matter, and they often attempt to manipulate these elements of our world for their own gain. I believe that by relying on independent, non-politicized or nationalized organizations, the safety of both the populace and that which we study and combat can be secured, providing both the protection of the average person from the dangers of the supernatural, but also the protection of the supernatural from abuse by the average person."

Priest & Hawthorne Investigations - A Modern Fantasy Adventure!

Definitely gonna draft up something for this. I have a character I like to use for stories like this, but I usually redraft him for the individual setting, so expect a sheet sometime soon, certainly before the end of this week.