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24 days ago
Current Ah, I see the bots are back again with their nonsense posting.
2 mos ago
Got my new sci-fi mecha RP up. Put a lot of work into the background of this one, and wrote out a whole setting
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2 mos ago
Cambozola is definitely A-Tier. It combines all the best parts of Brie with Blue Cheese, what's not to like.
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2 mos ago
Guess the mecha RP idea wasn't as popular or as interesting as I hoped it might be. Not much in the way of bites on that one so far, sadly
2 mos ago
My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and I'm like, I drink them! I drink all your milkshakes!
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I've been roleplaying in one form or another since the late '90's. I've played as many tabletop games as I have online ones, and the quality of both has varied wildly.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom.
I have a lot of fandoms, but I don't really like fandom RP's - or at least, the ones that come up. I often find them a bit lacking in ideas, or too far away from what actually makes the thing I'm a fan of enjoyable.

I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating.

I'm 43 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones. I dig giant robots, and I love military aircraft. I'm also a very dedicated and proud Brony and furry.

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If this is still live and going, I'd be very interested. There aren't enough (or, really, any) decent aviation RPs on the Guild as it is, and this one has got me interested.

I've got a few ideas for a character; I was thinking maybe an American pilot from the south, flying possibly a Grumman Tigercat, a Corsair or a P-51. I'll have to do some research to decide which though.
Too much logistical thinking for me. >.>


Yep. Saw the title and the opening post and was interested; sounded a bit like the backstory to Macross which definitely got me interested. Then all the realism-wank got going and that was me out.
Ajay was surprised by the commanding officers' informality. Back where and Amita hailed from, officers tended to be aloof, formal and very impersonal with their orders and manner; at least the ones that weren't enlisted, anyway. And he'd had very little experience with those, what with being a pilot and all. While it was vicious rumours and libellous to the highest order, much of the back-room gossip from the pilots and other personnel leaned toward the fact that most officers in commander positions in the armed forces had got their positions through connections, wealth, favours or blackmail, rather than deserved promotions.
Of course, it wasn't his place to think about such things.
Instead, he gave a brief glance over their commander-to-be instead. He seemed friendly, which was... surprising! Not unwelcome, but surprising. He glanced at Amita, who was looking around at the other pilots, trying to be discreet about it, but her interest and curiosty about their new comrades was hard to disguise, as was the interest on her face. For his part, the older pilot leant back in his chair a little, and tried to put his mind at ease; he was eager to hear more about what would come next.
Sorry for not getting a post up yet; my weekend was very busy and I've been a little ill with toothache since then. It hasn't really left me feeling like I can do much other than stare blankly at walls.
I'll try and get something up soon - I have medication now, so hopefully it'll kick in and I'll start feeling a bit more motivated.
I'll get one up before the weekend, most likely. Probably Friday, as I'll have more time then.
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Thank you. I guess I'm just too auto critical sometimes. But just as the saying goes, "Better safe than sorry".


I thought my post was pretty awful too; I think we all (roleplayers, I mean) tend to criticise or analyse our own posts a lot, so I wouldn't worry about it too much. I thought your post was fine too.
The transfer flight was comfortably, if tediously, routine. The majority of the route had been overwater, and the Ultrahornet cruised comfortably just below the mach limit at high altitude. The only break from routine monitoring of the flight controls for the pair of Faceless pilots aboard was a scheduled rendezvous with an in-flight refuelling tanker just before the big jet went feet-dry over the coast of Remoni. The big multi-engined tanker/transport had turned up on time, and Amita had guided the F-18U with a deft and steady hand into contact with the drogue trailing behind the tanker, breaking the long silence of the flight to communicate in clipped and firm tones with the crew.

Ajay, sat in the rear cockpit of the big jet, didn't speak up much if at all. Fidgety and bored as they both were after the hours spent in the confines of the jet, they were still Faceless, and thus still under the tight shroud of secrecy. As much as both he and his pilot yearned to exchange banter or even idle chit-chat with any other person at this point, they had to keep communication to the barest minimums regulations and safety demanded.
As the tanker broke away after transferring the poundage of fuel to keep their tanks topped up, the pair guided their aircraft over the coastline that spread out from horizon to horizon below them, a patchwork of colour as fields, hills, woodlands and urbanisation that spread out.
"Not too long now," Amita spoke up at last, as the HUD updated with waypoint and navigation information for their destination of Courier airbase, now onlt a handful of minutes cruising away. "I'm looking forward to seeing what it's like. The country looks so green compared to home. What do you think the people will be like?"
Ajay glanced out of his cockpit windows at the land smoothly moving past below them, growing in detail as Amita put them onto a finer approach to the airbase, the grey blotch of a runway now visible, along with toylike structures of radar warning antennae visible nearby, large even at this altitude and distance. He replied in his normal quiet-but-strong voice as he turned his attention back to his displays.
"I'm not sure; the other Faceless will be interesting, I've never met others before now. I'm curious to find out what their lives have been like compared to ours, how their training and backgrounds are different. And as for this country... I don't know. I'm eager to fly alongside others, and to get into action. But fighting against another nation, rather than the Royalists, that'll be a challenge. They're bound to be a lot better equipped and trained. I think we'll have a lot to learn from the other pilots and personnel".
"I'm sure we'll have something we can teach them too... or I hope so, anyway," Amita replied, before the ground control cut in over the radio and cleared them in for approach. The dark-skinned Faceless pilot aligned their aircraft with the runway, and with a smooth hum of hydraulics, the landing gear came down and locked into place, the added resistance and drag it provided sending a rumble through the otherwise sleek jets' frame. Nose high, she guided the F-18U into a steep, though smooth approach to the runway.
Hangars, blast-hardened aircraft revetments, barracks and all manner of other structures came out of the blur of distance and resolved into detail as the jet dropped toward the runway, the rush of airflow increasing around the aircraft as they dropped lower and their view closed in. Then the black-and-white 'piano keys' at the end of the runway filled the view and with the lightest of bumps, the mainwheels of the undercarriage kissed the ground. Brakes and flaps came down to brake their speed, and then Amita lowered the nose, bringing the plane into full contact and bringing the jet to a smooth stop in half the length of the runway. A 'FOLLOW ME' truck guided them along the taxiways and aprons of the airbase, and both pilots fell prey to curiosity, glancing up from short confirmations and commands as the jet was ushered into its' parking spot, adjacent to a hardened hangar. Within, technicians and support staff swarmed around a pair of mechs. Amita shut the engines down, and the crew ladders extended from below both opening canopies. The pair of Erustan pilots disconnected from their aircraft, unplugging life-support hoses and ejector seat straps before climbing down, their boots meeting the tarmac of the airbase the first time they'd touched ground in eight hours, from one side of the world to the other.
A uniformed member of the bases' complement of personnel met the pair, while around him ground crew began to move over to the Ultrahornet, securing it after the flight. He nodded to the pair and gave them a brisk, but polite welcome, before directing them to the flight operations room to divest themselves of their gear and freshen up, before reporting to the briefing room in time for twenty minutes later, where the more official orientation briefing and introduction would - the pair presumed - be taking place. The same man lead them as a guide in the right direction, showing them to the right personnel to check in and turn in their flight gear.

A short while later, the two were dressed in freshly-donned flight suits as unmarked as Faceless ones ever were. With help once more, the pair of Erustan pilots found themselves on the threshold of the briefing room, hot on the heels of what could, judging by their age and appearances, only be other Faceless personnel. With curious interest, the pair looked over their contemporaries as they spoke up and introduced themselves. Both were male, light-skinned (by comparison, at least), and were, at least apparently, similar in age to Amita and Ajay both. The pair listened attentively as they introduced themselves to catch their designations and call-signs, and were surprised when the first of the two used his name. It was a moment of brief confusion; was this customary among Remani forces, or for Gene's home country? Either way, their attention was diverted as the other young man introduced himself as 'Hot Plate'.
Both of their accents were different, as were their body language, but beyond that, there was little to gather from the brief moment. Smoothly stepping up, both Amita and Ajay saluted the man ahead of them; his rank insignia, position at the head of the room, and the presence of guards indicated he was of importance. And aside from that, the others had introduced themselves to him as well.
"Sir," Amita said firmly and in a clear voice that carried the slight sing-song lilt of her Erustan accent. "95097, Callsign Radiance reporting as ordered".
"And 95099, Callsign Umbra reporting as ordered, Sir!", Ajay continued, the pair standing at careful attention, eyes only briefly flicking to regard their new fellow pilots. Both were curious, but sure enough they'd find out more very soon.
'Evening, happy Friday! Folks, I've got some bad news, my Internet's out for the next few days, but the show must go on! The RP will start on Sunday or Monday, as planned, I'll do anything to get it done and started.

In the meantime, I'm curious, did anyone have a particular inspiration in mind when writing their character? Any particular franchise, or even music, maybe art?


There wasn't any specific inspiration in mind for writing up my characters; I had a handful of concepts I wanted to try out as different characters to play, and I wanted them to be from a 'non-western' culture and background too, as that was something I thought would add a bit of variety to the group as well.
@Silverwind Blade, great characters, but Frusa is a continent, you must have misunderstood my idea. It's totally minor, might I recommend Erust as a replacement? Simply change the names and we're good, confirmed and approved!

Ah, many apologies. I mis-read the name from where the text was placed on the image. I've edited the text in the post that's gone up on the characters' tab so it fits in as Erust now instead. Is it okay to add titles to the country names going forward to, i.e. Democratic republic of, etc? It's okay if you have other ideas, just asking now.



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