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Not my own words, but: "Enjoy memes and have a good time online, but develop a solid sense of self-worth that is rooted in a reality that doesn't disappear when the battery charge is empty."
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In Mote 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Mokley The concept outline in the zeroth post has me really interested. It's a bit different than the sorts of stories I usually go for - looking at the sheets, this seems much more 'Art Haus' than your typical fantasy RP offering.
I'm more than willing to give it a go, as long as the join status is still accurate. If that's the case, I'll get to work on a character.
@GiskSounds good!

I was trying to gauge how you envisioned the utilities/last stand (video game-esque abilities vs. 'grounded' hardware/tech systems). I'll play with the sheet, figure something out in the meantime. Some of the systems might be suitable to port into those sections.

Also - found a new design.
@Aristo Couple of things. First, the image of the helmet doesn't appear, I'm not sure why.

Ah, that hider is empty. I didn't actually get around to picking a helmet design yet.

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Second, and I guess this isn't the biggest deal, but another player who has submitted a sheet already has his mech use stealth.

So we do - just noticed that. I suppose I can think of something else. Dealdric's mech uses it as a utility, rather than Final Stand and it conceals it both visually and on radar. I guess it's way superior in that regard.

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Thirdly, the style does not match. I did provide an image in the first post that shows the general configuration. Though we're not literally in the world of Titanfall, it is the primary inspiration for the style of robot. You don't need to be knowledgeable, or even necessarily familiar with the game, so long as you can fit the style.

I've played the original Titanfall, so I have an idea of the aesthetic you're trying to achieve. I'll try and find something closer to that, then.

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You also go overboard on the utility section. The section is meant to show your mech's unique special ability(singular). An advanced projectile interception system fits, but you don't need to list all of the stuff that I think we can assume is more or less standard(the targeting system etc).
Same thing kind of goes for the "gear" section in the pilot CS. As stated on the CS skeleton, it's kind of your character's "special power"(again, singular).

I like to geek out a bit when it comes to military tech and vehicles in my sheets. Would these sorts of details be more appropriate in the Notes section?
Just about all the systems on the mech are adapted from the Apache helicopter. I like to use real-world inspiration when it comes to designing machines in RPs. How grounded in realism do you envision the action of the RP? Not like mechs are realistic, of course, but when it comes to things like the flow of combat, utilitarian designs, capabilities and handling of the machines, do you envision a more realistic or fantastical picture?
Erlendr scowled at Evar’s words. The Jarl of Varvudda made no attempt to mask his distaste for the High Queen. Rather, he made his opinion of her very plain: a foreigner could never command leadership over the Isles. Erlendr knew there was an element of truth in that. A ruler ought to understand the people they lord over, including their culture and the land. However, Evar’s criticisms were not uttered behind closed doors on whispered breath, but laid bare in front of the very queen he decried. In some eyes, this could be grounds for treason.

Evar closed his statement with a bid for regency over the Isles. Erlendr sat back in his chair, arms crossed. A fine way to promote himself, after just undermining the queen’s ability to her face. It certainly wouldn’t gain the favor of the Red Knots, and Erlendr suspected it would have an abrasive effect on the other clans as well. Even Gunni’s expression soured as Evar looked to the assembly for support.

Erlendr looked to the queen, gauging her mood. Her eyes glared at Varvudda’s jarl, but otherwise she made no overt display of emotion. She remained calm, regal atop her throne. Erlendr suspected she was a stronger woman than Evar thought her to be. A puff of his hot air couldn’t move her mountain of composure. Just the way a good queen ought to be.

Geirlaug was next to speak, and Erlendr found himself agreeing with her. Evar attacked the queen’s credibility with nothing to show for his own. What made him a better candidate other than his Brokenlander blood? When Geirlaug finished making her point, Erlendr looked to Gunni and paused, then stood and spoke.

“You speak too freely, Evar,” he declared. “It’s one thing to address Her Highness’s heritage. But it is another to denounce her merit right in front of her. Do you forget your place?”

Then, addressing the assembly, “Is this what we need in a regent? A man who denounces others without offering suitable alternatives? What is it that makes the Jarl of Varvudda qualified for this position? For all this talk of purity, I fail to see what Evar knows of the Broken Isles beyond Askan. He speaks of foreigners and peers, but need I remind you that the very land Varvudda sits on was once Drathan? That it embraces its duty as suppliers of Brokenlander flesh to the Wizard Lords?”

Erlendr then looked to the would-be “regent,” meeting his gaze. “What do you say to this?”
Here's what I've got for now:

@GiskDo you have any governments or political bodies established in-setting besides the Orion your character originates from and whatever governing body controls Earth?
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Erlendr fidgeted with a silver band on his finger, struggling to hide his worry. The news of High King Aigoths death had troubled him, not least because they were friends, but there was now a cloud of uncertainty that now hung above the Broken Isles. It was the High King’s authority that kept the jarls in check - prevented the clans from breaking into open warfare and weakening themselves before foreign powers. The Red Knot Clan had been secure in that authority, knowing the army of the Shattered Moon dare not leave its bogs and swamps to march on Debendsfeld. With Aigoth gone, it could no longer be complacent in that knowledge. Gravemire had attacked in the past when there was no High King. Why shouldn’t they do so now?

“Are you alright, father?” asked a voice, stealing Erlendr’s attention from his ring. He turned to find the youthful face of his son, Gunni, partially obscured by the fog.

“It’s nothing,” he said with a dismissive grunt.

“Debensfeld is in good hands,” Gunni assured. “Osgar will see to that. When we get back, Kynnesburgh will still be standing, trust me.”

“I do trust you,” Erlendr answered quickly. “And Osgar, which is why I left Debensfeld in his control. If your older brother is to inherit the clan someday, he needs to learn to manage it on his own.”

“Have you brought me along to learn to become his emissary?” Gunni asked. He laughed, but Erlendr knew he meant it.

“You’re still young. I brought you out because you need to see more of the world. I wouldn’t see you grow complacent living in Debensfeld all your life. A man needs experience and fresh air.” It seemed a satisfactory answer. Gunni smiled, shrugged his shoulders and was silent.

The two of them rode through crowded streets, hooves clicking against broken cobblestones. Kingsport was still drab and it still stunk. Erlendr had never been thrilled when he was summoned, but spending time with Aigoth had made up for it. Now, there was just about nothing redeeming of the place. He pondered, wondering what the High King’s son would look like now - how old was the boy, again? It had been longer than he remembered.

Trailed by a small honor guard, the Debensfielders reached the inner city. The main keep of the Stonecutters lay before them, penetrating the miasma of fog that choked the rest of Kingsport. A handler appeared to take their horses. They dismounted, let the attendants usher them inside and gathered themselves in a waiting chamber to prepare for the kingsmoot.
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