Sorry bout that, I thought it was a circular table, I'll revamp the post and try to get it up before tomorrow, if not I'm sorry, but I'll hurry! :D
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9 yrs ago
Currently at AIT, gonna try getting back into the roleplay scene
9 yrs ago
Just got back from a hiatus. I was so scared to come back out of sheer shame, but I'm glad I did.
9 yrs ago
My swords are sharp...Where are your necks at?
10 yrs ago
Status? Raving fucking mad. That's my status!
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Wouldn't he have to walk over to 09 to tell her to turn her thingy off? (This accident may turn to benefit us!)
Wouldn't he have to walk over to 09 to tell her to turn her thingy off? (This accident may turn to benefit us!)
...xD I am so sorry!
James sighed as he stood among his fellow soldiers, he had kept quiet this entire time, considering the woman went on a childish rampage. The sniper acted unprofessional, waving his knife around and dishing out commands even though he was not the leader, people like them got someone killed. The woman already did, but the sniper had a lot of hidden records, which bothered him greatly. Men like him are never truly able to cohere with a team, this was not going to go well if they were going to keep this shit up. When he was deep in he NEEDED to bond with the team he was with, they needed to know every flaw, every skill, this made them men, and not just numbers. The guys with suits may not care for them, but they cared for each other, and that's what mattered. Even his command while he was in the Service cared, all of the big-wigs showed up to ONE man's funeral, and he was only a PFC, grant they couldn't always do it, but they did it whenever they could. To him, the Service was who he was, this sort of feeling made him adjust the leather coat he wore, it was a well-fitting leather jacket with his Battalion's symbol with the Winged Dagger of the S.A.S., on the dagger hung a gas mask. Above it read '23rd Battalion, He Who Dares Wins'. There was a reason he was picked for them, and this, he was the best at his profession, and those who matched him barely did so even before his augs. Now he was truly the best around with his kit, his augs, he was the most qualified in his eyes. At least for now, one day he would be replaced.
Until that day comes however, he is gonna set one high fucking standard for whoever comes in after he does. His job was to control the fight, and even in the S.A.S with less than half the shit he had now he was one hell of a soldier, with his new drone, a Hollenhund. One lovely machine if he said so himself, a lovely amount of combat modifications gave him another soldier to fight with, this could make his life a lot easier. Running through the specs of the other teammates, other than two he wanted to crack. The rest looked so much more worthwhile, and more tolerable. 6 and 9 had their skills, but they both seemed to be on the side of a bleedin’ wanker..This’ll be fun indeed.
Until that day comes however, he is gonna set one high fucking standard for whoever comes in after he does. His job was to control the fight, and even in the S.A.S with less than half the shit he had now he was one hell of a soldier, with his new drone, a Hollenhund. One lovely machine if he said so himself, a lovely amount of combat modifications gave him another soldier to fight with, this could make his life a lot easier. Running through the specs of the other teammates, other than two he wanted to crack. The rest looked so much more worthwhile, and more tolerable. 6 and 9 had their skills, but they both seemed to be on the side of a bleedin’ wanker..This’ll be fun indeed.
I was actually gonna say I was waiting at the bottom xD
Shank you, anywho when do you need a post from me?
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kuraiko silently tailed the trolley, as time went along, his heart steadied and his blending looked more natural, and less fear induced. Each move was more calculated than the last and soon he looked like a basic bystander with an awesome coat, but with each moment worry still came up, they were Imp Special Forces...Who knew if he was being tailed by them? At least that was his fear until he got to the industrial part of town, and his hands slid to his pockets to keep them off his firearms, his travel pack hanging by the strap and resting on his side. His worries turned to curiosity as the beefy vulpine was joined by a wolf. Wasn't that a tad odd, so he shot off some quick radio chatter, mentioning where he was and what he was intending to do, not expecting that not too long after he did so; the two pulled the trolley into a parking lot.
Then he saw the lynx Blade showed in the briefing, and he drifted off into an alley and readied himself to inform Blade and the others on the discovery he had made. "Blade. Remember that mean lookin' guy you showed us in the briefing? He's here. All those parts were for GEARs, so no doubt he's doing some maintenance after getting their asses kicked, considering how many parts they bought. Hell I kissed a shell and I still don't need that much...Anyway. These guys seem important, I'm gonna stick around a bit more and see what I can learn about these guys, Max is still with me, the Cap is doing it her way." He closed the comm and awaited reply, every so often, the intervals honestly completely random. He would check on the facility, making sure nothing nastier than what was there came out.
Then he saw the lynx Blade showed in the briefing, and he drifted off into an alley and readied himself to inform Blade and the others on the discovery he had made. "Blade. Remember that mean lookin' guy you showed us in the briefing? He's here. All those parts were for GEARs, so no doubt he's doing some maintenance after getting their asses kicked, considering how many parts they bought. Hell I kissed a shell and I still don't need that much...Anyway. These guys seem important, I'm gonna stick around a bit more and see what I can learn about these guys, Max is still with me, the Cap is doing it her way." He closed the comm and awaited reply, every so often, the intervals honestly completely random. He would check on the facility, making sure nothing nastier than what was there came out.
Well you inspired me and I loved it so I couldn't help myself, and the drone is called 'Hollenhund'
I'm just-a waiting for the okay to post!
Sabre-05, ready for service.
Military rank
Lt.
Name
James Mathias Alexander
Age
31
Sex
Male
Appearance
Height: 1.828m.
Weight: 88kg.
Personality
Chaotic Good
James is one who seems to be a lunatic fringe, but he is actually rather stable. His mind is just that of an aggressor, one who thrills on combat. When it hits the fan however, he becomes calm, trading his pressuring aggression for level headed thought processes. He is extremely intelligent and is great at following orders. Even with his aggression, he will calm it if ordered.
Skills
James excels at a tactic one could call Combat Control. He uses various gadgets, a small armed drone and many other tools to herd enemies so they can be flanked, mowed down, or simply tricked to allow the team time to escape. He has augmentations and his SDS has even more tools to give him the required angles, and the edge to win. He also excels at isolating a target with concentrated fire, he can then eliminate them himself, or allow someone else to handle it. With his implants and augs, he is truly a powerful ally to have on the field, and the enemy to fear.
SDS-05:
The SDS-05 is built for James, composed of a nano-fiber weave, it also houses more space for his equipment, and a holster for his drone on his right shoulder. the optic that would sit in front of his eye gives him a display of a consistent diagnostic of his drone and his other tools, and equipment his nanites have “Possessed”. The suit furthers his ability to control the combat.
Biography
James was born on the Upper Troposphere of Earth, if they were on the surface, the area would have been that of Europe. He was born of English ethnicity, both sides of his family were heavy on males enlisting, so he was raised to train hard for his day of enlistment. To his family, it was a rite of passage into adulthood. His prominence for the physical aspect showed for the military early in his teens.
His psych evaluation was rather good too, but after getting older, James left for college, getting a masters degree in Robotics, and a bachelors degree in Nanotechnology. Then hurrying to the military and, thankfully he kept in good shape and went through Basic smoothly. His skills with firearms, drones and nano-warfare earned him a good place in the S.A.S (Secret Air Service) as an Unconventional Combat Specialist, using various nano-based pyrotechnics, A.I. driven grenades, mines, and other tools. The Service put his talent with tech to immediate use, inserting him with small teams into enemy territory to sabotage enemy vehicles and equipment with nanites that he could order to “eat” the metals of them, leaving nothing but non-metallic treads, rubber on the tires...You name it, if it doesn’t have metal. It stays, if it does, it’s gone for good. He can also have them take over the wiring of the machine, and it’s command software. giving him control over the nanite-infested vehicles and equipment from afar.
He served in the Service for three years, then he was pulled out for a new assignment. The op was more hush-hush than he liked, but command gave the order. He had to follow it, so he went off to this op, following orders and patiently waiting to be given his orders. To him, loyalty is everything, without it, you aren’t human. When he got in the Sabre project, his had the winged dagger of the SAS stitched into his uniform. He will never forget his roots. Ever.
Augmentations:
Retinal Projection and Enhancement Implant: This implant allows him to project his eyesight through his drone by amplifying the electrical impulses sent to the eye by the Retina, and sending them in the form of a data signal to whatever drone he aims to see through. The implant also amplifies his eyesight, giving him an edge in low-light situations.
Direct Neural Projection Device: This implant projects the neural impulses of his brain to his drones, giving him direct manual control over his drone and allowed him to use it to peek around corners, or get to where a human body cannot.
Genetic Augmentations:
James has an augmentation to his cardiovascular system, enhancing his endurance and making it more difficult to get winded by combat (i.e. winded by a punch, explosives, etc.).
He has a neural augmentation that enhances his reflexes, increasing his reaction times exponentially.
He also has an aug that enhances his muscular functionality, giving him slightly increased strength, but more so reducing the chances of his muscles tearing and pulling, or even cramping.
Equipment
James has one personal combat drone he controls manually, it isn’t extremely large, about the size and shape of a 63cm diameter pan, the drone has many tools that make it a versatile unit. Such as a tazer, sub-machine gun, a small grenade launcher, and a small flash function that blinds a target. The drone has the A.I. of a dog, following his orders only, and it has a tendency to make sounds similar to barking, and it nuzzles someone when it wants to notice them. The A.I. is sentient, so it likes, and dislikes others.
Seeker Mines: A.I. guided mines that when they find a target, roll to them, launch into the air, and launch a cluster bomb on a group or one target.
Wrist-mounted launcher: This launcher can house many tools, but the one he usually has is called The Anchor, it’s a grappling hook with a nano-titanium wire and hook, that is able to hold his body weight and give him another angle on the fight, or displace a foe.
Military rank
Lt.
Name
James Mathias Alexander
Age
31
Sex
Male
Appearance
Height: 1.828m.
Weight: 88kg.
Personality
Chaotic Good
James is one who seems to be a lunatic fringe, but he is actually rather stable. His mind is just that of an aggressor, one who thrills on combat. When it hits the fan however, he becomes calm, trading his pressuring aggression for level headed thought processes. He is extremely intelligent and is great at following orders. Even with his aggression, he will calm it if ordered.
Skills
James excels at a tactic one could call Combat Control. He uses various gadgets, a small armed drone and many other tools to herd enemies so they can be flanked, mowed down, or simply tricked to allow the team time to escape. He has augmentations and his SDS has even more tools to give him the required angles, and the edge to win. He also excels at isolating a target with concentrated fire, he can then eliminate them himself, or allow someone else to handle it. With his implants and augs, he is truly a powerful ally to have on the field, and the enemy to fear.
SDS-05:
The SDS-05 is built for James, composed of a nano-fiber weave, it also houses more space for his equipment, and a holster for his drone on his right shoulder. the optic that would sit in front of his eye gives him a display of a consistent diagnostic of his drone and his other tools, and equipment his nanites have “Possessed”. The suit furthers his ability to control the combat.
Biography
James was born on the Upper Troposphere of Earth, if they were on the surface, the area would have been that of Europe. He was born of English ethnicity, both sides of his family were heavy on males enlisting, so he was raised to train hard for his day of enlistment. To his family, it was a rite of passage into adulthood. His prominence for the physical aspect showed for the military early in his teens.
His psych evaluation was rather good too, but after getting older, James left for college, getting a masters degree in Robotics, and a bachelors degree in Nanotechnology. Then hurrying to the military and, thankfully he kept in good shape and went through Basic smoothly. His skills with firearms, drones and nano-warfare earned him a good place in the S.A.S (Secret Air Service) as an Unconventional Combat Specialist, using various nano-based pyrotechnics, A.I. driven grenades, mines, and other tools. The Service put his talent with tech to immediate use, inserting him with small teams into enemy territory to sabotage enemy vehicles and equipment with nanites that he could order to “eat” the metals of them, leaving nothing but non-metallic treads, rubber on the tires...You name it, if it doesn’t have metal. It stays, if it does, it’s gone for good. He can also have them take over the wiring of the machine, and it’s command software. giving him control over the nanite-infested vehicles and equipment from afar.
He served in the Service for three years, then he was pulled out for a new assignment. The op was more hush-hush than he liked, but command gave the order. He had to follow it, so he went off to this op, following orders and patiently waiting to be given his orders. To him, loyalty is everything, without it, you aren’t human. When he got in the Sabre project, his had the winged dagger of the SAS stitched into his uniform. He will never forget his roots. Ever.
Augmentations:
Retinal Projection and Enhancement Implant: This implant allows him to project his eyesight through his drone by amplifying the electrical impulses sent to the eye by the Retina, and sending them in the form of a data signal to whatever drone he aims to see through. The implant also amplifies his eyesight, giving him an edge in low-light situations.
Direct Neural Projection Device: This implant projects the neural impulses of his brain to his drones, giving him direct manual control over his drone and allowed him to use it to peek around corners, or get to where a human body cannot.
Genetic Augmentations:
James has an augmentation to his cardiovascular system, enhancing his endurance and making it more difficult to get winded by combat (i.e. winded by a punch, explosives, etc.).
He has a neural augmentation that enhances his reflexes, increasing his reaction times exponentially.
He also has an aug that enhances his muscular functionality, giving him slightly increased strength, but more so reducing the chances of his muscles tearing and pulling, or even cramping.
Equipment
James has one personal combat drone he controls manually, it isn’t extremely large, about the size and shape of a 63cm diameter pan, the drone has many tools that make it a versatile unit. Such as a tazer, sub-machine gun, a small grenade launcher, and a small flash function that blinds a target. The drone has the A.I. of a dog, following his orders only, and it has a tendency to make sounds similar to barking, and it nuzzles someone when it wants to notice them. The A.I. is sentient, so it likes, and dislikes others.
Seeker Mines: A.I. guided mines that when they find a target, roll to them, launch into the air, and launch a cluster bomb on a group or one target.
Wrist-mounted launcher: This launcher can house many tools, but the one he usually has is called The Anchor, it’s a grappling hook with a nano-titanium wire and hook, that is able to hold his body weight and give him another angle on the fight, or displace a foe.
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