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Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

Alexi Krackov

What could the horrifying, murderous, blood crazed mercenary of the free lands be possibly doing during this meet up with legendary soldiers turned fortune? Was she eyeing everyone up? Evaluating who could be the weak link, the spy, or the bastard who kill steals? Or perhaps, she was thinking of ways of killing that sniper who just had to join the team, maybe in his sleep?

Erm...... well.... no. Alexi was jet lagged, somewhat, having to make this meeting through an overnight trip. Between the fact that she was still recovering from.... ya know, getting shot in the fucking head and the long, irritatingly boring journey she had to take here for this orientation, this vacation of hers was not starting off on the right foot. So, among the many comfy couches and pillows, Alexi had been literally just dozing off, half asleep on the couch. Her blood red beret covering her face somewhat.

Just as she was just about to start catching up on some sleep, a stereotype decided to disturb her.

“...gonna ask Hawthorne, Alexi & Nate to join me in the War room real quick. I'll leave the rest of yall with the Deputy.”

With a moan and a grumble, Alexi slowly got up, straighten her beret and hair, and followed the group into a more private room. She wondered, mainly out of bored curiosity, of why she and the other two had been chosen for this private conversation. Could it be because of her past? Goody two shoes who were short sighted always loved throwing the words "Monster" and "Child Murderer" around at her, but to little affect. No, if that were the case, she wouldn't even be on this vacation.

Though it was soon revealed.... well sort of, as to what the cowboy wanted. “Okay....before we go any further, I need to know.....why did you decide to join the outcast guild?” he said, no longer with that over exaggerated accent of his. This definitely raised an eyebrow for Alexi. Why the hell would they care about why she joined? As long as she did her job, wouldn't that be good enough.

Alexi gave an annoyed sigh, her headache returning to her. The guy next to her... she struggled to remember his name... Hawthorne! Well Hawthorne rather annoyingly summed up her feelings. Though the dude was begging for a good nut shot, he had a point. Why the fake accent? Why the entry level job resume question?

Finally, Alexi spoke up. During all this, she seemed rather un-amused and uninterested in the conversation, she now spoke, still not even looking at the man in the cowboy hat. "Your little group of "Outcasts" I've run into on... more than one occasion has proven to be the only closest thing to a military for the Fortune Region. You mostly keep the Fortune Region good for business, as we don't want any those dumb nations across the waters bothering us here while we make a killing and live free from their petty bullshit war. I'd rather keep it that way as would many of my employers." She paused for a moment, leaning back in her chair a bit, staring at the ceiling.

"That, and I need a vacation, honestly. I'm really just here to relax, slaughter a few dumb grunts from wherever, and make a little pocket money on the side. That's all." she said, shrugging.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

@Lmpkio

Alexi is a girl, but wait! Don't change it! I totally want Heav-.... Er, I mean "Alexander Seymon Maxim" to be mistaken! This gunna be gud.

Will be posting shortly. Stay terrified.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

Alexi Krackov

Name:
Alexi Krackov

Age:
27

Origin:
First Generation Fortune Region. (Parents of Therux origins)

Height:
5'7

Weight:
180lbs

Backstory:
There are only three words that could describe Alexi Krackov's life ever since she left home:

RIP, STAB, TEAR!

A fanatical, ruthless merc with a disturbing love for close combat, both in and out of a mech. She's an odd one to say the least. A mercenary soldier of fortune, she began piloting at a young age, living the unexpected peaceful childhood. Her parents believed in the principles of cooperation and using reason and discussion, not violence, to solve disputes. They lived among a communal settlement and enjoyed a tough, but quiet life in the Fortune Lands, forging their own legacy among the relatively unexplored, uninhabited lands.

Now, this is probably where your expecting the big turning point, the fucked up thing that messed Alexi up so bad to make her a nearly psychotic killing machine. Well, you'd be all wrong and a bag of crisps! In fact, her parents are still enjoying that quiet, peaceful life, running a farm and enjoying some good ole country living!

You see, Alexi was fucked up from the very beginning, and nobody really knew why. She had a pension for violence, a talent for murder, and always, ALWAYS, got up from a punch. For the more religious, she may even be a demon, but for the more scientifically literate, she's got a strange, unusual personality in a very mortal body. That idealistic life she was forced to endure only suffocated, suppressed that murderous, gleeful energy she had. It's this strange combination of rage and happiness she feels when she's tearing through her enemies, one at a time, or all at a time.

Now, what made her valuable wasn't exactly this nearly literal bloodthirsty rage. No, what made her valuable was the stories that style of brutal combat generated. Alexi is no dumb ass, and thus is probably responsible for a good amount of the embellished stories that floated around her, because she saw the value in being the meanest, baddest motherfucker around. Not only did potential customers want you for it, she found they would specifically pay her NOT to attack them.

Genius. Pure, greedy genius. She doesn't even need to lift a finger, and get's PAYED FOR IT. Like, FUCK MAN. That's not fair!

Now, shockingly, she's taking a break from the big time jobs of waging wars, slaughtering enemies (combatants optional!), and generally being a bitch to some more easy money jobs. Cause even a murderous psycho needs a break once in awhile..... apparently... But really, she's resting from taking a literal bullet to the head and surviving. A bullet she put there. A milita group had finally destroyed her mech and cornered her during her ejection and escape. After taking heavy casualties, they finally were about to put her down like the mad dog they said she was. To give them no satisfaction, she promptly shot herself upon their arrival. Thinking she was dead, they left her to rot.

Fortunately for her, there were more than a few businesses that counted on her ruthless policy, and recovered the mech pilot to find she was still very much alive, with just a bit of brain damage. Some favors, basic supplementary augmentations, and a lot of physical/......"mental" therapy and she was back to old self! Well, with more metal in her than before, but details, details!

Tactical Preference & Skills:
Can you guess?

SHE STABS YOU IN THE FACE! OVER AND OVER AGAIN! UNTIL YOUR FACE STOPS RESEMBLING A FACE!

No, but really, she likes to keep things close and personal, using a variety of close range weaponry and, of course, that iconic blade of hers on her Mech. She utilizes the rugged, well armored design of her mech to absorb what damage she needs to and close the distance fast. However, while that is her preferred method, whatever get's the job done, she does it. She had a decent amount of skill in most fields, but only truly shines in CQC. Keep in mind though, just because she wants to go mono to mono with you, don't expect the concept of "honor" to even enter the same galaxy as her. She will fight with a level of precision and brutality that most people would not be used to.

So sure, plenty of stories surrounding her are just exaggerations, but there is some merit to her brutal effectiveness that built the foundation of those rumors. Do not fuck with her within close range.

Oh yeah, and if your a sniper, you have a nice, juicy target on your head. Alexi takes a particularly sick joy in killing snipers. God does she hate snipers.

Quote:
"So you finally caught up to me, eh? Heh, well, you think you finally got me?" Alexi pushes her pistol against her head and smiles.

"Go fuck yourself."

Text Color:
Nope

"The Butcher"

Name/Title:
MKII+ Revelation Type Heavy Assaulter
Known as "hunchback" type mechs
Alexi's in particular is known as "The Butcher"

Body & Type:
Humanoid Bipedal

Equipment & Armaments :

Hand Slot 1:
Heavy Longsword Melee type Combat Weapon
Designed for cutting and smashing through armored targets, can split a tank in to and impale anything that doesn't have very heavy armor. Even then, pilots have been known to simply smash heavily armored targets with the blunt force of the blade, dealing damage to internal components and dazing enemy pilots.

Hand Slot 2:
Arm mounted Automatic Shotgun
Can fire massive shot rounds or heavy hitting slugs, depending on the needs of the pilot.

Sub Weapon Slot:
A backup blade and an explosive "grenade" type weapon.

Shoulder/Back Spot:
Swarm Missile Launcher
Fires a massive amount of small, 20mm missiles. Used to great affect against many light targets, allows the destruction of large groups of infantry, even when the soldiers are spread out. Is also used against enemy Mechs with countermeasures as a means to overwhelm a combatant's countermeasures with numbers alone. While incapable of doing serious damage to heavily armored targets, they can, at least, harass a well armored enemy.

Gadget Slot:
Wing Mounted Quick Boosters
These boosters allow for very quick and sudden bursts of speed, which allow the pilot to drastically close distances in very short amounts of time. This also enhances mobility in other ways, as it can give pilots the advantage of higher jumps or more varied manuvers. You can guess what Alexi uses this for.

Swarm Flares
Fires of a quick burst of intense flares in all directions to confuse guided munitions.

Stats Scale

Light/Heavy Body:
6

Accuracy & Tracking/FIrepower:
8

Air Mobility/Thrusters:
8

Solo/Skirmisher:
3

Flavor Text:

Nicknamed "hunchbacks" by Frontier soldiers, the Revelation Type Heavy Assaulter is one of the most feared adversaries on the battlefield, usually piloted by the more fanatical, skilled soldiers of the Hylo Empire. Due to their brutality and tendency to engage in close combat, they are feared more than their superheavy variants, which tend to deliver firepower from long distances.

Despite their leanings on heavier armor, they are surprisingly agile and capable of moving at blinding speeds by using their wing mounted quick-boosters. Aside from delivering wrecking blows in melee combat, their strength allows them to use a considerable array of heavy weapons, including high-capacity rocket/grenade launchers, anti-materiel rifles, automatic shotguns, heavy machineguns, and perhaps the most notorious of all - the heavy incinerator. Heavy Assaulters assigned to unconventional units have been spotted using non-standard weapons, such as large-bore handguns, dual submachineguns, and melee weapons such as maces, hammers, swords, polearms, and axes.

All Heavy Assaulters come equipped with wrist mounted weapons, which consist of machineguns, shotguns, or pile bunkers. Optional weapons include shoulder or back-mounted missile launchers and large bore cannons, though such accessories are avoided by assaulters that prefer to fight at close range, due to their added bulk and the danger of using them at short distances.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

You never asked for this.

But here you go, a smart, bloodthirsty, psychopathic mercenary who doesn't have the backstory to explain why she's a smart, bloodthirsty, psychopathic mercenary! Enjoy, cause I had a lot of fun making this character. Honestly, I might of just accidentally created an antagonist for this RP. xD

Alexi Krackov

Name:
Alexi Krackov

Age:
27

Origin:
First Generation Fortune Region. (Parents of Therux origins)

Height:
5'7

Weight:
180lbs

Backstory:
There are only three words that could describe Alexi Krackov's life ever since she left home:

RIP, STAB, TEAR!

A fanatical, ruthless merc with a disturbing love for close combat, both in and out of a mech. She's an odd one to say the least. A mercenary soldier of fortune, she began piloting at a young age, living the unexpected peaceful childhood. Her parents believed in the principles of cooperation and using reason and discussion, not violence, to solve disputes. They lived among a communal settlement and enjoyed a tough, but quiet life in the Fortune Lands, forging their own legacy among the relatively unexplored, uninhabited lands.

Now, this is probably where your expecting the big turning point, the fucked up thing that messed Alexi up so bad to make her a nearly psychotic killing machine. Well, you'd be all wrong and a bag of crisps! In fact, her parents are still enjoying that quiet, peaceful life, running a farm and enjoying some good ole country living!

You see, Alexi was fucked up from the very beginning, and nobody really knew why. She had a pension for violence, a talent for murder, and always, ALWAYS, got up from a punch. For the more religious, she may even be a demon, but for the more scientifically literate, she's got a strange, unusual personality in a very mortal body. That idealistic life she was forced to endure only suffocated, suppressed that murderous, gleeful energy she had. It's this strange combination of rage and happiness she feels when she's tearing through her enemies, one at a time, or all at a time.

Now, what made her valuable wasn't exactly this nearly literal bloodthirsty rage. No, what made her valuable was the stories that style of brutal combat generated. Alexi is no dumb ass, and thus is probably responsible for a good amount of the embellished stories that floated around her, because she saw the value in being the meanest, baddest motherfucker around. Not only did potential customers want you for it, she found they would specifically pay her NOT to attack them.

Genius. Pure, greedy genius. She doesn't even need to lift a finger, and get's PAYED FOR IT. Like, FUCK MAN. That's not fair!

Now, shockingly, she's taking a break from the big time jobs of waging wars, slaughtering enemies (combatants optional!), and generally being a bitch to some more easy money jobs. Cause even a murderous psycho needs a break once in awhile..... apparently... But really, she's resting from taking a literal bullet to the head and surviving. A bullet she put there. A milita group had finally destroyed her mech and cornered her during her ejection and escape. After taking heavy casualties, they finally were about to put her down like the mad dog they said she was. To give them no satisfaction, she promptly shot herself upon their arrival. Thinking she was dead, they left her to rot.

Fortunately for her, there were more than a few businesses that counted on her ruthless policy, and recovered the mech pilot to find she was still very much alive, with just a bit of brain damage. Some favors, basic supplementary augmentations, and a lot of physical/......"mental" therapy and she was back to old self! Well, with more metal in her than before, but details, details!

Tactical Preference & Skills:
Can you guess?

SHE STABS YOU IN THE FACE! OVER AND OVER AGAIN! UNTIL YOUR FACE STOPS RESEMBLING A FACE!

No, but really, she likes to keep things close and personal, using a variety of close range weaponry and, of course, that iconic blade of hers on her Mech. She utilizes the rugged, well armored design of her mech to absorb what damage she needs to and close the distance fast. However, while that is her preferred method, whatever get's the job done, she does it. She had a decent amount of skill in most fields, but only truly shines in CQC. Keep in mind though, just because she wants to go mono to mono with you, don't expect the concept of "honor" to even enter the same galaxy as her. She will fight with a level of precision and brutality that most people would not be used to.

So sure, plenty of stories surrounding her are just exaggerations, but there is some merit to her brutal effectiveness that built the foundation of those rumors. Do not fuck with her within close range.

Oh yeah, and if your a sniper, you have a nice, juicy target on your head. Alexi takes a particularly sick joy in killing snipers. God does she hate snipers.

Quote:
"So you finally caught up to me, eh? Heh, well, you think you finally got me?" Alexi pushes her pistol against her head and smiles.

"Go fuck yourself."

Text Color:
Nope

"The Butcher"

Name/Title:
MKII+ Revelation Type Heavy Assaulter
Known as "hunchback" type mechs
Alexi's in particular is known as "The Butcher"

Body & Type:
Humanoid Bipedal

Equipment & Armaments :

Hand Slot 1:
Heavy Longsword Melee type Combat Weapon
Designed for cutting and smashing through armored targets, can split a tank in to and impale anything that doesn't have very heavy armor. Even then, pilots have been known to simply smash heavily armored targets with the blunt force of the blade, dealing damage to internal components and dazing enemy pilots.

Hand Slot 2:
Arm mounted Automatic Shotgun
Can fire massive shot rounds or heavy hitting slugs, depending on the needs of the pilot.

Sub Weapon Slot:
A backup blade and an explosive "grenade" type weapon.

Shoulder/Back Spot:
Swarm Missile Launcher
Fires a massive amount of small, 20mm missiles. Used to great affect against many light targets, allows the destruction of large groups of infantry, even when the soldiers are spread out. Is also used against enemy Mechs with countermeasures as a means to overwhelm a combatant's countermeasures with numbers alone. While incapable of doing serious damage to heavily armored targets, they can, at least, harass a well armored enemy.

Gadget Slot:
Wing Mounted Quick Boosters
These boosters allow for very quick and sudden bursts of speed, which allow the pilot to drastically close distances in very short amounts of time. This also enhances mobility in other ways, as it can give pilots the advantage of higher jumps or more varied manuvers. You can guess what Alexi uses this for.

Swarm Flares
Fires of a quick burst of intense flares in all directions to confuse guided munitions.

Stats Scale

Light/Heavy Body:
6

Accuracy & Tracking/FIrepower:
8

Air Mobility/Thrusters:
8

Solo/Skirmisher:
3

Flavor Text:

Nicknamed "hunchbacks" by Frontier soldiers, the Revelation Type Heavy Assaulter is one of the most feared adversaries on the battlefield, usually piloted by the more fanatical, skilled soldiers of the Hylo Empire. Due to their brutality and tendency to engage in close combat, they are feared more than their superheavy variants, which tend to deliver firepower from long distances.

Despite their leanings on heavier armor, they are surprisingly agile and capable of moving at blinding speeds by using their wing mounted quick-boosters. Aside from delivering wrecking blows in melee combat, their strength allows them to use a considerable array of heavy weapons, including high-capacity rocket/grenade launchers, anti-materiel rifles, automatic shotguns, heavy machineguns, and perhaps the most notorious of all - the heavy incinerator. Heavy Assaulters assigned to unconventional units have been spotted using non-standard weapons, such as large-bore handguns, dual submachineguns, and melee weapons such as maces, hammers, swords, polearms, and axes.

All Heavy Assaulters come equipped with wrist mounted weapons, which consist of machineguns, shotguns, or pile bunkers. Optional weapons include shoulder or back-mounted missile launchers and large bore cannons, though such accessories are avoided by assaulters that prefer to fight at close range, due to their added bulk and the danger of using them at short distances.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

<Snipped quote by Skepic>

Sorry to hear that friend. Take it easy, and we'll see you later, space cowboy.

@ADamnFiddle

Don't give me a ticket for that feel train, please.

//just finished Cowboy Bebop
///liek if u cri evr tim

Beyond the Storms

Krauss laughed as Constance made a fuss about her picture. She took some getting used to, but at the very least, this was going to be an amusing trip for the pilot. He began going through the practical ritual it was to just tilt the rotating blades the VTOL forward carefully. With the lack precicion that a machine might give, this new prototype had a habit of slamming eager and impatient pilots into the ground for being to rough on the transition controls. Krauss however, as always, knew how to treat his baby.

Gradually, he pushed forward on a lever over his head, the engine pods and wings tilting very smoothly forward, just as he'd been doing this, the Captain radioed his plane. He decided to let Ed take the call, as he was, admittedly, a bit busy keeping the plane in the air as they began to dive slightly to pick up speed. The aircraft pulled up and he began to orbit the ship. He heard through the radio and nodded, understanding that they were really into it now.

"Well Ed, I guess it doesn't need to be said that things will get only more crazy here on out. Who knows what we might find. Maybe even land or ancient technology? Who knows!" he said, smiling. The aircraft raced ahead of the Garrloch, Krauss maintaining a decent altitude for now, but it took considerable willpower not to just dive and skim across the surface of the ocean.

Now, Krauss had always had his own theories of why things were in their world, influenced by both his mother's and father's version of history. From what he figured, something came before the islands. Whether it be ancient humans or something else, those islands had to be artificial to an extent, as well as the Ring of Thunder that surrounded it. Now, the more important question, or more truthfully, what actually kept Krauss awake at night, would be why or how such things were built.

He was ripped from his pondering when Ed, to but it simply, freaked the fuck out.

"Krauss!" he shouted, lurching forward in his seat. "That way!" he pointed briefly at where he had seen the blur. Then he dove into his bag and pulled out the telescope that everyone at the Winged Gazette had called him crazy for bringing. "Am I crazy now?" he laughed, pulling open the little tube with a clatter of excitement. "Land Ho!" he said, spawning a suppressed chuckle from Krauss. The pilot seemed to be oddly not terribly excited by the discovery, or at least, didn't show it as much as Edward.

"Krauss, tell the Garrloch! This is it, this is why we left the Isles!" Ed said, the excitement as clear on his face as the new sky they flew through. With a sigh and a chuckle, Krauss radioed in to the ship.

"Garrloch, this is Atlas One, over."

"Garrloch, send your traffic Atlas."

"We got land, bearing about...." Krauss fumbled a bit with his instruments. "20 degrees from your position. Lot's of sandy beaches and green tree tops as far as I can tell right now, just over the water near the coast is our location, haven't turned inward yet...." Krauss was briefly interrupted when Ed jumped in.

"Can we land down there, Krauss? Imagine what we might find." he said. Krauss held up his hand, and prepared to deliver a devastating blow. "Ed, if you were a little school boy, I'd feel horrible, but here we go..." he thought. "Ahem, sorry Garrloch, as I was saying, we will be returning to the ship for now to give a briefing, out." With that, he turned, expectantly, to his passengers.

"Now listen, I understand why you might be so excited, but I want to remind the both of you what is at stake here." He punctuated each of those last few words. "We are in uncharted, unexplored lands. The possibilities could be endless, yes, but think for a moment. That statement cuts both ways. There is just as likely an artifact that could explain the Ring of Thunder as there is a beast that could tear your faces of in an instant. I'd rather us regroup and go about this smartly. Alright?" With that, Krauss banked the aircraft and headed back to the ship.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Oh well, tis the season I suppose, but I'm sort of forced to leave my more active RPs like this. I thought I could keep up with it, but after the events of this weekend (good events, nobody died or anything, just career oppertunity stuff), I'm just gonna have to let things move one without me for now.

Please show mercy to Addison. ;D

Ahh who am I kidding, this is a RE:ZERO RP after all!

But yeah, good luck everyone with this RP! Seems to still have a lot of life in it. And sorry to leave ya guys hanging like this.

Paragon's End [Modern/Fantasy/Anime/Adventure]

Hey, so a lot has happened over the weekend, and based on how things are going now, I'm sort of forced to drop my more active RPs. Nothing bad about your RP or anything, its just getting busy for me, so I don't want to hold you guys up just because I'm stuck orbiting an airport for the 19th fucking time (DAMN YOU RICHMOND INTERNATIONAL!).

So yea, good luck and have fun mah man. Wish my little bird girl got to see her full potential. Feel free to do whatever with her.

@Prodigal Son

Beyond the Storms

Robot role call.

@Atrophy

One does not simply just reference Mystery Science Theater 3000!

Also here, will post as promised.

Feel the pain, Ed. Feel it.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

here...... CS up tonight.