Sgt Vandingo

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Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

I was just waiting for my secondary character to get okay'd before I do so, but yeah I'll post soonish.

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

Bolded lime :3

All good, glad to see a post up again, been a while.

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

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Several minutes after escaping the cell.

Nerazi'ra took a deep breath, and focused. He tuned out the sounds of whatever fighting remained, which, to be honest, died out somewhat, as most of the fighters were dead, dying, or looking around for more things to kill. Unluckily enough, a couple of inmates looking for things to kill stumbled upon Nerazi'ra, and took him as an easy target. They were wrong. Already a bit too close for comfort, Nera quickly unsheathed his combat knife, flicked on the electricity switch, and dashed in quickly before they could react properly. At first he threw a test jab at one of the inmates, who flinched, just as Nera predicted. Ducking under their arm, he slashed upwards, catching their arm and sending an electrical shock down their nerves. It was enough to stun them, and he used that opportunity to spin around their back and push his knife into their other side, feeling it slide between two ribs and into the inmates lung. He pulled out the knife with a spurt of blood, and in the same motion, pulled out one of his revolvers and put a round through the inmates friend's eye. Both of the would be assailants dropped at the same time, landing with a almost synced thud. He didn't bother to take whatever they had, it's not like they had anything that'd be of any use to him.

He sat down in the midst of the dead bodies and rubble, then took in a deep breath. Again, he reached out into the environment, looking for voices or any other threats. He picked up some distant voices, people yelling at each other, screams of the wounded. The crash brought out the worst of the inmates, and they were making it apparent with their infighting. Regardless, none of them were close enough to pose any relevance of a threat. Instead, he moved inwards, and picked up two new voices. As silent as a ghost, he stood, and drew both of his revolvers while making his way towards the two distinctly different voices.

"...-f us have no need for gadgets,"

He heard the last part of their conversation clearly, and more or less, the last part spurred him on to see exactly who was talking, and whether or not he'd have to deal lead. In a swift movement, he stepped out into visibility in front of Domhan, almost emerging from the shadows, and nodded his head towards the two men, each of his revolver's already trained on each man's head.

"Howdy, partners. Seems you're in a bit of a tight spot."

He would be smiling if he could. He always loved using that line.

(@The Angry Goat @Irredeemable)

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

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Three hours before cell-block detachment.

He sat in the centre of his cell, silent as always. He was focused on the teachings of the Creed, and nothing but the Creed. During the entire flight, he had only spoke to the guards, and even then, that was rare. Only a ‘thank you’ whenever he was brought food, or a farewell whenever they left. He had barely spoken to any inmates, however. Something about the majority of them just… put him off. He was used to shooting them, not talking to them.

Your mind is wandering, pull it back. Focus.

The voice of his long deceased mentor rung in his ears, and Nerazi’ra listened. He chose to clear his mind, and focus on nothing, and yet something. His mind simply faded, and time flew by.

During cell-block detachment.

Then he flew by.

Nerazi’ra hit the side of his cell hard. Something happened to the ship, of that much he was sure, but exactly what, he couldn’t even begin to fathom. The blast doors had shut, so that only meant one thing; either the oxygen was compromised on the other side, which explained the doors shutting, but not the sudden lurching of the ship, or, the entire cell-block detached from the ship, which explained the doors shutting, as well as the lurching, as well as what felt like him being pulled against the side of the cell even moreso than before.

Yeah, detachment seemed like the most likely now.

His eyes closed, and he felt at peace. He’d been ready to die for some years now, though admittedly this wasn’t how he thought he’d go out. His mind wandered off to the reason he was in this situation in the first place.

The little Sapishte girl that he met on that fateful day. He felt a sibling bond with her almost instantly, like he would lie down his life for her, and as irony would have it, it appeared that he was going to do just that. The brotherly love he felt for her somehow felt natural, like he had displayed that emotion long, long ago. Maybe he had a brother or a sister he forgot about? Who knew. What he did know, however, was that he wasn’t going to find out if he ever did. With a resounding crack that seemed to vibrate through Nerazi’ra’s everything, the cell-block hit the ground, and he lost consciousness.

About 3 minutes after landing.

His optic eye turned on first, glancing around the cell, piercing through the rubble and the dust. No hostiles, at least for now. The rest of his eyes slowly opened, and he let out a soft groan. At least one of his ribs were broken, possibly more. He staggered to his feet, and started digging around the rubble, looking for his hat. He stopped mid-search to look up at his cell door, his enhanced hearing picking up sounds he only assumed could be footsteps. As if on cue, the head of an inmate came into view.

A rapist and a murderer. He had heard him brag about some of his victims, and knew his face since he was in the cell opposite Nerazi'ra's. Without hesitation, Nerazi’ra pulled out one of his revolvers and put a round straight through the man’s eye, effectively blowing the rear portion of his skull to pieces. Without skipping a beat, the grizzled cowbugboy went back to searching for his hat. After another half minute, he pushed over his overturned bed, and found the dustier than normal cowboy hat, placed it on his head and neatly adjusted it. He then gathered whatever ammo he could, and tried opening his cell door.

Thunk!

He made the Arraxi equivalent of a frown, and put his shoulder against the door, then pushed again. He made slight gain, but nothing amazing. He sighed, took two steps back, then ran into the door, throwing his weight against its own, and, to his surprise, it opened, and he fell straight down onto the body of the inmate he shot. Least he had something to break his fall.

And then the scream came. It was something that should never have left the mouth of a breathing creature, but it did. With both of his revolvers held at ready, he hoped that whatever made that scream didn’t survive one or two bullets. He wasn’t sure if he could waste so many of his valuable rounds.

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

Bugslinger

Race: Arraxi

Age: [Arraxi equivalent of 33]

Gender: Male

Appearance:
DISCLAIMER, HE DOES NOT ACTUALLY HAVE WINGS.


”Do yourself a favour and walk away so I don’t have to waste bullets.”

Equipment:

-Devil’s Left And Right Hand: Two very high-powered revolvers, chambered in .45-calibre rounds, and capable of blowing a sizeable chunk out of a person. They’re more or less hand-cannons.
-Lasso. Made of a fine fiber-alloy metal, it’s nigh unbreakable to almost all unmodified, and a fair few modified/enhanced beings. Has a toggleable stun option.
-Electrified Combat Blade. Has a toggleable electrocute option, because it’s pointless to stun someone after stabbing or slicing them.
-Old-style Cowboy Hat.
-A Northless compass.

”I’ll let my Hands decide whether or not you die.”

Attunement/enhancements:

-Armoured Carapace: Nerazi’ra’s entire body is practically a exo-skeleton, and even most of his internals are at least in some way augmented, though nothing like other Arraxi, due to him opting out of unnecessary enhancements. He can take a bullet or two in the same spot, but apart from that, it’s more or less just fairly hard skin.
-Optic Eye: A single eye(of his 6) enhanced to be able to zoom in up to 8x the normal sight range of a human. That being said, he’s at his most inaccurate at that range, and does better within 100m of the thing he’s shooting at.
-Slightly Enhanced Senses: Hearing is slightly better than normal, as is his smell and taste. Done by tempering his natural skills, rather than with any actual enhancements.

Unique Ability:

-Devil’s Advocate: Able to expend the entire magazine of almost any semi-automatic weapon in just under 2 seconds. He reloads his revolvers faster than most as well, due to his quick hands and because of how well he knows them.
-Dead Eye: It’s been rumoured Nerazi’ra has never missed a shot. That isn’t true, he’s missed on the occasion, but usually the bullet that missed is followed by one that’s dead on point. His accuracy does drop, however, after about 75 metres, and doesn't bother shooting after 100m, unless it's either for a really important reason, or if it's a huge fuck off target.

”Duck, girl. This place is going to be a free-fire zone soon.”

Personality:

A strong silent type, Nerazi’ra is more or less inclined towards a ‘good’ alignment, though that includes doing ‘not good’ things to ‘bad’ people. Apostrophes because all of those are perspective based. His perspective is with both money, and with justice. He’d probably be Lawful Neutral, to be honest. Not opposed to doing bad things to good people given the situation, and not opposed to doing good things because they’re good.

An outward hard persona, Nerazi’ra doesn’t open up very often, nor does he warm to others quickly, unless they’ve helped him before and are good people at heart.

Despite being hard-shelled, Nerazi’ra is prone to being overly nice to people in distress, and will usually go out of his way to help them out, which is the reason he was put on Alcatraz in the first place.

”It’s okay, kid, I won’t hurt you. You hungry?”

Bio:

Nerazi’ra’s first half of his life was purely the standard norm. He was educated by his mother, then left the station he was on to just explore the universe. He learnt that not everything was all roses and sunshine. He quickly ended up on a backwards planet that was practically run by outlaws. He was in way over his head, and had gotten mugged several times, so he lacked the money to leave this new hellhole. He almost resigned himself to his fate, and so the next time he was held-up at gunpoint, he decided to fight back. Of course, he did nothing, and was promptly beaten to the ground by the ruffian. He took several hard boots the the mandibles and eyes, before they abruptly stopped. He looked up to see the same ruffian, only with the majority of his head missing. At first appalled, he looked through the ruffian’s legs, who was still standing, not yet even registering his death, and saw a man cloaked in a ragged duster billowing in the wind.

Nerazi’ra’s true life began that day. The man, an old human, admitted to Nerazi’ra that he had noticed him the moment he landed on the planet, and witnessed the first time he was mugged, as well as the second, and even the third, yet didn’t act on it since Nerazi’ra wasn’t willing to take the risk to stand up against to his oppressors. The moment he did, the old man, who’s name he never disclosed, acted as well. He took Nerazi’ra under his wing, and started teaching him the Creed, something the old man made himself. Over a great many years, the old man honed his skill, and taught himself how to fire something that isn’t supposed to be fired rapidly, rapidly. Thus why he chose revolvers as his main companions, which he of named “Left Hand of the Devil” and “Right Hand of the Devil”. He thought that to exact justice on those deserving, the Devil had to make the decision whether or not they deserved death or not.

He taught Nerazi’ra the Creed, which valued justice above all else, including one’s own life. Soon, Nerazi’ra changed to be more like the old man. Cold and unforgiving, but also caring to those that needed it. He quickly adopted the old man’s Creed as his own, and with it, started learning the skill of rapid firing things that shouldn’t be rapid fired, short name “Devil’s Advocate”.

Sadly, several years after meeting the old man, he came to an end on a distant and mostly uninhabited planet, dying peacefully from old age, but not before he handed over his prized revolvers to Nerazi’ra, and making him promise that he would live by the Creed, and maybe even eventually, find an apprentice himself to keep the Creed alive through the ages.

At this point, Nerazi’ra was a master with the revolver, and was also skilled enough to be classified as a crack-shot. Although still not as proficient with the ‘Devil’s Advocate’ skill, he was still a terror to behold. He travelled through the planets, dispensing righteous justice where it was due, and taking up bounties where ever he could find them. He built a decent reputation for himself, and occasionally clashed with a planet’s law enforcement, and as such he was forced to kill the occasional officer.

Then, on perhaps the most fateful day of his life, Nerazi’ra met a very young Sapishte. She was hungry, and of course, Nerazi’ra took her under his wing for a couple days until she was healthy enough for him to take her out and find where she was from. It was after those couple days, that he learnt that she was the personal plaything of the head of one of the local Mafia bosses who escaped from him, and as such, several henchmen were dispatched to find her. They tracked her down eventually, but instead of finding a defenseless little Sapishte, they found Nerazi’ra. He gunned down a dozen men in less than a second, then another one was ‘subjugated’ physically, before being forced to spill his guts about the Mafia Head’s whereabouts. After getting that information, Nerazi’ra executed the man, then took the little girl by the hand and went off towards the location.

It went downhill for the entire Mafia from there. Fueled by rage, Nerazi’ra cut a swathe through the lackeys, straight to the Head of the Mafia, who, in his panic, called the local law enforcement, many of whom he had in his wallet. They didn’t get there in time. Nerazi’ra put a bullet in the Head’s feet, knees, crotch, elbows, hands, shoulders, and left him to bleed to death, which he did. Sadly, though, the entire facility was surrounded by men and women of the law, so Nerazi’ra either had to put the Sapishte girl at risk shooting his way out, which he probably could have done, or to give up and make sure she got a good life somewhere. He chose the latter. He stepped outside with his hands up, and his guns holstered, and made sure the Lawmen gave the Sapishte girl a good home in exchange for him going quietly. They agreed.

When the time came, he was put on trial for almost countless murders of criminals, since that was still regarded as murder, as well as the far fewer amount of murders he committed on lawmen all around the universe. He was sentenced to several hundred life sentences on Alcatraz for his crimes, and that’s just what happened.

Other:

Heavily inspired by Roland Deschain, and more or less the Gunslingers as a whole from the Dark Tower book series.

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

@Irredeemable

I'd like to see him try and act on that :p
Might be a good fight.

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

My Hider

Race: Arraxi

Age: [Arraxi equivalent of 33]

Gender: Male

Appearance:
DISCLAIMER, HE DOES NOT ACTUALLY HAVE WINGS.


”Do yourself a favour and walk away so I don’t have to waste bullets.”

Equipment:

-Devil’s Left And Right Hand: Two very high-powered revolvers, chambered in .45-calibre rounds, and capable of blowing a sizeable chunk out of a person. They’re more or less hand-cannons.
-Lasso. Made of a fine fiber-alloy metal, it’s nigh unbreakable to almost all unmodified, and a fair few modified/enhanced beings. Has a toggleable stun option.
-Electrified Combat Blade. Has a toggleable electrocute option, because it’s pointless to stun someone after stabbing or slicing them.
-Old-style Cowboy Hat.
-A Northless compass.

”I’ll let my Hands decide whether or not you die.”

Attunement/enhancements:

-Armoured Carapace: Nerazi’ra’s entire body is practically a exo-skeleton, and even most of his internals are at least in some way augmented, though nothing like other Arraxi, due to him opting out of unnecessary enhancements. He can take a bullet or two in the same spot, but apart from that, it’s more or less just fairly hard skin.
-Optic Eye: A single eye(of his 6) enhanced to be able to zoom in up to 8x the normal sight range of a human. That being said, he’s at his most inaccurate at that range, and does better within 100m of the thing he’s shooting at.
-Slightly Enhanced Senses: Hearing is slightly better than normal, as is his smell and taste. Done by tempering his natural skills, rather than with any actual enhancements.

Unique Ability:

-Devil’s Advocate: Able to expend the entire magazine of almost any semi-automatic weapon in just under 2 seconds. He reloads his revolvers faster than most as well, due to his quick hands and because of how well he knows them.
-Dead Eye: It’s been rumoured Nerazi’ra has never missed a shot. That isn’t true, he’s missed on the occasion, but usually the bullet that missed is followed by one that’s dead on point. His accuracy does drop, however, after about 75 metres, and doesn't bother shooting after 100m, unless it's either for a really important reason, or if it's a huge fuck off target.

”Duck, girl. This place is going to be a free-fire zone soon.”

Personality:

A strong silent type, Nerazi’ra is more or less inclined towards a ‘good’ alignment, though that includes doing ‘not good’ things to ‘bad’ people. Apostrophes because all of those are perspective based. His perspective is with both money, and with justice. He’d probably be Lawful Neutral, to be honest. Not opposed to doing bad things to good people given the situation, and not opposed to doing good things because they’re good.

An outward hard persona, Nerazi’ra doesn’t open up very often, nor does he warm to others quickly, unless they’ve helped him before and are good people at heart.

Despite being hard-shelled, Nerazi’ra is prone to being overly nice to people in distress, and will usually go out of his way to help them out, which is the reason he was put on Alcatraz in the first place.

”It’s okay, kid, I won’t hurt you. You hungry?”

Bio:

Nerazi’ra’s first half of his life was purely the standard norm. He was educated by his mother, then left the station he was on to just explore the universe. He learnt that not everything was all roses and sunshine. He quickly ended up on a backwards planet that was practically run by outlaws. He was in way over his head, and had gotten mugged several times, so he lacked the money to leave this new hellhole. He almost resigned himself to his fate, and so the next time he was held-up at gunpoint, he decided to fight back. Of course, he did nothing, and was promptly beaten to the ground by the ruffian. He took several hard boots the the mandibles and eyes, before they abruptly stopped. He looked up to see the same ruffian, only with the majority of his head missing. At first appalled, he looked through the ruffian’s legs, who was still standing, not yet even registering his death, and saw a man cloaked in a ragged duster billowing in the wind.

Nerazi’ra’s true life began that day. The man, an old human, admitted to Nerazi’ra that he had noticed him the moment he landed on the planet, and witnessed the first time he was mugged, as well as the second, and even the third, yet didn’t act on it since Nerazi’ra wasn’t willing to take the risk to stand up against to his oppressors. The moment he did, the old man, who’s name he never disclosed, acted as well. He took Nerazi’ra under his wing, and started teaching him the Creed, something the old man made himself. Over a great many years, the old man honed his skill, and taught himself how to fire something that isn’t supposed to be fired rapidly, rapidly. Thus why he chose revolvers as his main companions, which he of named “Left Hand of the Devil” and “Right Hand of the Devil”. He thought that to exact justice on those deserving, the Devil had to make the decision whether or not they deserved death or not.

He taught Nerazi’ra the Creed, which valued justice above all else, including one’s own life. Soon, Nerazi’ra changed to be more like the old man. Cold and unforgiving, but also caring to those that needed it. He quickly adopted the old man’s Creed as his own, and with it, started learning the skill of rapid firing things that shouldn’t be rapid fired, short name “Devil’s Advocate”.

Sadly, several years after meeting the old man, he came to an end on a distant and mostly uninhabited planet, dying peacefully from old age, but not before he handed over his prized revolvers to Nerazi’ra, and making him promise that he would live by the Creed, and maybe even eventually, find an apprentice himself to keep the Creed alive through the ages.

At this point, Nerazi’ra was a master with the revolver, and was also skilled enough to be classified as a crack-shot. Although still not as proficient with the ‘Devil’s Advocate’ skill, he was still a terror to behold. He travelled through the planets, dispensing righteous justice where it was due, and taking up bounties where ever he could find them. He built a decent reputation for himself, and occasionally clashed with a planet’s law enforcement, and as such he was forced to kill the occasional officer.

Then, on perhaps the most fateful day of his life, Nerazi’ra met a very young Sapishte. She was hungry, and of course, Nerazi’ra took her under his wing for a couple days until she was healthy enough for him to take her out and find where she was from. It was after those couple days, that he learnt that she was the personal plaything of the head of one of the local Mafia bosses who escaped from him, and as such, several henchmen were dispatched to find her. They tracked her down eventually, but instead of finding a defenseless little Sapishte, they found Nerazi’ra. He gunned down a dozen men in less than a second, then another one was ‘subjugated’ physically, before being forced to spill his guts about the Mafia Head’s whereabouts. After getting that information, Nerazi’ra executed the man, then took the little girl by the hand and went off towards the location.

It went downhill for the entire Mafia from there. Fueled by rage, Nerazi’ra cut a swathe through the lackeys, straight to the Head of the Mafia, who, in his panic, called the local law enforcement, many of whom he had in his wallet. They didn’t get there in time. Nerazi’ra put a bullet in the Head’s feet, knees, crotch, elbows, hands, shoulders, and left him to bleed to death, which he did. Sadly, though, the entire facility was surrounded by men and women of the law, so Nerazi’ra either had to put the Sapishte girl at risk shooting his way out, which he probably could have done, or to give up and make sure she got a good life somewhere. He chose the latter. He stepped outside with his hands up, and his guns holstered, and made sure the Lawmen gave the Sapishte girl a good home in exchange for him going quietly. They agreed.

When the time came, he was put on trial for almost countless murders of criminals, since that was still regarded as murder, as well as the far fewer amount of murders he committed on lawmen all around the universe. He was sentenced to several hundred life sentences on Alcatraz for his crimes, and that’s just what happened.

Other:

Heavily inspired by Roland Deschain, and more or less the Gunslingers as a whole from the Dark Tower book series.

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

@Heckno12

Could I PM you some questions I have about the Arraxi? Just some picture references, nothing too hard(hopefully) or anything.

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

I've been interested in this for a while, so I might write up a CS in a day or two (if this is still open, of course.)
Need to finish another CS first, though.

Edit: Also completely misread the character races, welp. Gotta throw away the character idea now >_<