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Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

If your still accepting I plan to make a rich biotic aristocrat, I just need a reason to wake him up from Cyro.

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness, Occult Action and Intrigue

Room for more?

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

I'm still interested, just been lurking around without logging in :P, I'll have something up soon.

Star Wars

@ruby @sini Status on Moe?

'Misthophoroi' - Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

Interested either as a pilot or a quartermaster

Star Wars

Moe

Name: Moe “Quick” Jackson
Age: 34
Species: Human
Gender: Man
Homeworld: Coruscant
Appearance:

Picture

Major Skills:

Piloting - Years spent around ships, working on them and flying them have given Moe a better grasp of the art of piloting, whatever the ship may be.

Repairmanship - Moe’s pretty handy around any set of tools he can get his hand on.

Small Arm Mastery - Moe prefers dual-wielding pistols, and years of honing this craft have allowed him to be known as one of the deadliest people to utilize these pistols.

Information Gathering - Moe’s reputation and his robust array of connections have given him a large network that he can use for information or for goods if he see’s fit.

Primary Equipment:

One carrying case, often a backpack or a briefcase depending on what planet, climate and location he was at. Or none at all if nothing is required.

First-Aid Kit

If required he has a tool kit in his ship for repairing ships but also if he needs to break into a ship, or access a inaccessible area.

Two DL-7H Heavy Blaster Pistols.

One AD-11 Sniper Riflefor longer range encounters.

Set of single flares

Walkie Talkie and a concealed ear piece.

A re-purposed CEC-YT1300 with a mixture of cargo and passenger capabilities and standard set of weapons like: 2 laser cannons, a quad laser turrent but also featuring surface to air missile capabilities and a torpedo system as well. Plus also with enhanced security features, shielding and navigation features. The cargo bay’s on the ship feature a slightly above average system that is utilized when moving crates or cargo.

Force Sensitive: No.
Biography:

Moe’s life begins in the slums of Corusant. Born to a mother who was a escort to a smuggler known as Randy “One-Shot” Jackson his life at a young age was rough. His father at first wasn’t a regular part of his life but as time went on by he started to slow down and realize that he had a son and not just some “accident” from a night out at the bar he would describe. Of course his mother had objections to this and wanted Moe to stay planetside and get himself a formal education and become something good of himself but those objections were quickly nuffield when his mother suffered an “accident” (Rumor has it her pimp murdered her when he was highly intoxicated and made it look like she fell down the stairs.)

With his mother out of the picture, Moe received basic education of how to write and read. Once that was completed his early life was mainly focused around working as a mechanic. His current ship was one of the activities him and his father would do to pass the time, trying to revive the old freighter but also upgrade it and bring it back to glory. Moe describes this time of his life with much pride and frankly enjoyed it. It honed his skill and he learned more about his father. Once he turned 18, One-Shot gave Moe a chance in the family business. One-shot’s main trade was moving illegal weaponry and ship parts to rebel contacts in-exchange for credits and often blueprints for ships. It was a lucrative trade for both sides and most nights there wasn’t that much danger or worry. One of the notable occurances happen when Moe was 20 during a supposed meetup on a Imperial controlled planet. The meetup was instead a ambush by a Imperial hitsquad which ended up in a lopsided affair that One-Shot and Moe won with the help of their compatriots.

Making a name for himself, Moe ventured away from the illegal arms market and starting dabbling in new trades. Information gathering, supplying illegal cargo to ports, even to the point where he partook in bounties and hired hits from time to time. Obviously he had his oppressors, mainly his father who felt that these new frontiers of crime and exploitation were not something that Moe should dabble in. Moe ignored and went on, not fearing a lot of having much worry.

However on one night, at a party in Corusant a hired assassin failed a attempt on Moe’s life. Over the course of 3 years, 4 assassins failed to eliminate Moe. At times due to stupid luck, but also due to the fact that every time that this happened, Moe kept on improving himself and his abilities. His shooting improved, his perception and his IQ over time and training also improved. But most of all he built a robust network that paid dividends in helping Moe track down who hired these hits.. His father.

At first it was shook for Moe. He remembers drinking at bars and on the ship. Often he contemplated suicide and had a severe case of depression during this time. However during this time he found and had a strong crew with him, a supporting cast he calls with his current girlfriend Diana being the lead of it. His friends like Rodney “Big-Man” Frank or Gino “Money” Vinci were one of the major reasons why he got out of that funk and eventually decided to take the only course of action.. Revenge.

Finding One-Shot was hard enough. Sure he had a sizable fortune and a network but the major issue with One-Shot was he was jealous. Early on, especially when it was only them in the equation it was simple. But as Moe started being more ambitious and more hungry, One-Shot desired a piece in that pie. He knew that he wouldn’t get piece simply by asking Moe so he tried to make it seem like that these fields that Moe was partaking in were too dangerous and maybe he should revisit them at another time. Of course this attempt failed and Big-Shot knew the only way to get into those businesses. Eliminate the competition, which was his son. Moe spent the next few years of his life chasing Big-Shot. Traveling planet to planet. Asking contacts and calling in favors if needed. This ended up leading him to where the ship both father and son worked on. Big Shot was spotted polishing the ship as he looked to Moe. Big-Shot without a word bolted and got into the ship, Moe right behind him. The duo had a heated fist fight on the ship which led to Big-Shot taking off and flying from the planet after he somewhat got the upper hand on Moe. Yet as this occurred and the ship reached the atmospheric level of the planet a simple bang was heard. Big Shot took a bullet straight to the head and slumped down onto the control panel. Moe, cold heatedly simply opened up the trash chute and threw the body out of it. Big=Shots body drifted away from the ship both father and son had built.

Now, Moe and his group of smugglers are independent contractors and freelancers who work for the best dollar or the best interests of themselves. Only time will tell what this galaxy holds for them.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

Clank.

The sound of the 45 pound dumbbell hitting the floor was heard as it bounced off the padded matt. Moe looked around with a thin veil of sweat in the loosely populated gym. “Lower Gym C” was written on the ceiling, the gym Moe generally prefers. Sure it doesn’t have most of the machines or the newest stuff but it’s quiet and no one comes here besides a few of the veterans. Moe got up from the work bench and moved towards the lockers where a blue duffle bag was placed. Moe opened up his duffle bag and grabbed some supplies for the shower. He quickly rinsed up before he went out of the gym towards the main floor, in the direction of the bar.

“Shit, Gramps back on the booze?” a young irish service chuckled.

“Shut-up Mikey, you can’t even drink your away out of a fucking beer mug. Grow some hair and we’ll talk yea?” Moe replied back, getting a few laughs from the bar as the younger service gulped in embarrassment before running off to mingle with some other younger members. Moe looked to the bartender and nodded.

“New hand at the bar?” Moe asked, placing his duffle bag on the seat beside.

“Yea-.. Old Ben got moved to kitchen service for a few days so I’m doing bar duty..what can I get you?” the young male asked, looking to Moe.

“Pint of Domestic, easy on the foam and a ashtray plus a lighter yea?” Moe stated, nodding to the young male. The bar was somewhat bustling with action as Moe looked around. Groups of servicemen drinking their livers out before being sent to a posting or active duty. Moe was in this state as a young servicemen as well with his friends. Most of them have either been posted somewhere else, quit or are dead. A older man took a seat beside Moe on the stool not occupied by the dufflebag.

“Look at this guy” the male said, smirking to Moe.

“Jimmy fucking Yang, the fuck you doing around here?” Moe said, giving Jimmy a strong handshake.

“Getting a last drink in me before the fucking posting.” Jimmy said before he looked to the bartender. He placed Moe’s pint, ashtray and lighter onto the bar.

“Domestic as well, some foam yea?” ordered Jimmy. Moe was spotted grabbing a cigar and lighting it up before he went for a small drag.

“Never knew you smoke, what’s the deal with that?” Jimmy asked as he grasped onto his pint glass.

“Stress reliever, I do it small time you know me.. Anywho what’s your story?” Moe asked as he went for a hearty sip.
“Command has me on reserve and importu training duty, my battalion the 42th is in decent shape but it ain’t like our time. Have of these young guy’s are busy watching those big sci-fi movies about going on adventures and all that shit only to fucking not how to operate a dual clutch booster” Jimmy said, grunting.

“Shit, 42nd that bad now? I remember back during the Vega days you guy’s were getting the early missions. The scout ones or the ambush ones.” Moe said, going for another sip of his beer. Jimmy nodded as he had a sip of his as well.

“Back in our day we had standards, morals and all that fucking shit, these kids are just bloodthirsty and unhinged you know? They see those posters, the videos and think shit’s gonna’ be one sided but once you expose to even a little blood? They wanna’ get a transfer back to fucking HB” Jimmy said, looking to his beer.

“Eh’ we were all like that, what can you blame them for?” Moe said, as he went for his second drag of the cigar.

“Yea but we turned out fine and doing good, the Direwolves got a name for themselves and I got myself some medals. You got yourself a nice rank and fucking respect. But I’m worried about this war Moe. This ain’t no pirate goons running around and not knowing tactics or what to shoot. No more bait convoy’s or decoys or anything. It’s a smarter enemy and it’ll require the best of us” Jimmy said, before finishing off his beer. The words resonated with Moe for awhile. Jimmy did have a clear point. The young recruits were fighting a more smarter enemy. A enemy that had a more clear agenda and was more smarter and more well equipped. Moe finished off his cigar and beer before grabbing his duffle bag. “I’m out, I gotta’ report back to briefing” Moe said

“Right, stay safe yea?” Jimmy said before looking to the bartender and engaging in a idle conversation.

Moe proceeded towards the briefing and had a long thought about the enemy the federation was going up against. Pirates are easy due to the fact that they lack discipline, morals and no political ideological beliefs. Whereas these beings that they were fighting had a belief system and a end goal. The end goal was the enslavement of humankind which to think of is a scary idea on it’s own. Moe entered the briefing room and looked around to the group of recruits.

“Commander Williamson, Commander Knight shall be arriving shortly, sit tight” Moe said, as he grabbed a seat at the front.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

Moe Williamson

Name: Williamson, Moe
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Origin: Canadian

Craft Specialization: F87 Aegis II
Callsign/Codename: Gramps
Kills: Thirty Nine.

Psychological Analysis: Fancy talk for 'Personality'. Give me a good paragraph or so describing your character's personality. Rule

From the Office of PhD. Julie Vzak, file number Alpha-Six-Charile-Nine-Delta-Five-Tango

From the on-set of training to the day Moe was in space his personality has changed and altered. Over the course of active deployment, training, warfare and simulations I’ve noticed main changes in his psychological mindset but also his views and morals.

Moe when he first signed up was one of your average “The army is the best thing ever” kind of male. His military file and training records were above average and overall he was more brighter and more upbeat, uptempo. He had a few sessions with me and most of them were under thirty minutes in length. No concerns existed for me then and I signed him off with relative ease and worry. Yet I did write a few concerns in the file and potential warning flags that may arise if he was exposed to warfare.

At the age of twenty four, Moe experienced his first active engagement in the Direwolves . The growing pirate insurgency in the Vega system had raised alarms in the Terran organization and ships were deployed. The situation was messy to say at best with a lot of lives lost. Civilian convoys looted and hostage rescue missions gone wrong were commonplace in the first parts of the operation before the Direwolves was deployed. Once the Direwolves was deployed and began active combat missions the situation changed of course for the better on paper, but in reality it was still messy. One of the notable Operation’s Moe recalls is Dark Horse where the Direwolves were moving after a cell of pirates who had been terrorizing a civilian convoy route for months. The Direwolves arrived as the cell was in the middle of a raid. Active combat ensued before finally after a few hours all hostiles were down…. But for a price. That day over 43 civilian casualties were reported which changed Moe’s outlook on war. One of the key quotes I picked up from the therapy sessions after the war was. “I don’t know if I want to fly again.”

His first few meetings were mere recounts of the whole operation and his role in the war. The Direwolves was involved in a lot of the hard hitting stuff which scarred Moe at his young age of twenty four during the whole war and pirate insurgency. From those two-three’s his physiological output and his view on life was damped severely. After the Direwolves was sent back to base I ordered Moe to take a leave of absence and put him on a light dosage of antidepressants for his case of depression. He also booked more sessions to overcome his case of PTSD caused by the fight. To this day he’s known to be a light sleeper and occasionally resorts to alcohol to relieve his problems.

After the Pirate insurgency and once I gave Moe the greenlight things started to get better. Notably during this time he began to smoke as a way to relieve his stress and is prone to often over-stressing if he doesn’t have a cigar or a drink or something to calm his nerves as he says. He enjoys flying again and in my eyes but also is he’s ready to serve. His sense of loyalty is back and he often shows that during his training sessions with the recruits. Many of the key traits he exhibits these day’s I feel is respectfulness, maturity but also a sense of humour. In one sense the pirate insurgency helped him become a better soldier and understand the complexities of modern day warfare.

His last session was when the war with the Varaxian Empire was declared. He felt that he was more ready for this war. He truly felt that his mind could handle the grueling hours of conflict, the bloodshed but most of all the pressure and the choices that war brought along with it. Something he couldn’t handle when he first fought an enemy during the pirate insurgency.

Military Record:

Top Secret - Clearance Level III/V

Training Portfolio Moe Williamson

-> From America, Homeworld : Earth
-> Enrolled directly out of high school
-> Training Scores
Flying - 85/100
Risk and Reward - 78/100
Weapons - 96/100
Mechanical ability 63/100

-> Notes by Training Lead Gerald Roberts.

Moe is an above average training candidate. For starts he exhibits various good traits in a pilot. His flying skill, angles of approach, retreating and evasive maneuvers are good for most of the candidates in his class. He showed various mature choices when flying and commanded his ship well. Also he knew the intricacies in his ship and how to fully utilize it for whatever situation that arises.

In terms of risk and reward situations his choices were above average. For a pilot he shows a decent gasp at what is presented to him and how to deal with it. His decision making is often reserved and logical but at times he seems like he may be blunt and willing to go out all depending on the circumstances.

He placed topped in the weapons category, having a full knowledge of the ship's various gun capabilities, missiles but also how to appropriately use them depending on the battle situation but also how to adapt when given a different weapon set and use it to it’s full capabilities.

The only area of worry is mechanic ability. While he didn’t score the lowest he was simply classified as “below average”. For starters his knowledge of the ship's functions in terms of repairing itself, how to transfer power and other engineering but also basic mechanical functions was limited. He knew some but more learning and potentially more flight time is needed to understand these functions and how they’d work. He should be enrolled into a extra class to understand the intricacies of ship mechanic ability.

Debriefing Report - Vega Pirate Insurgency by Commander Victor Camden

Moe had a successful mission in the Vega zone. His first active engagement under the Direwolves was an overall success for him due to his notable skill and valour among his fellow squadmates. For starters he showed courage during the whole extended run of combat. His deployments were common and at times he had a quick turn around from one deployment to another. Handling the various scenarios thrown at him but also the instructions given to him at the same time,

Key notable occurrences for Moe were during Operation D-Z1. The Direwolves were assigned to take care of a pirate known as “Ruby”. Ruby was responsible for the destruction a civilian trading vessel and a military escort ship a few months back. A scout ship reported Ruby;s small pirate group nested around an abandoned asteroid mining base, going in for routine repairs. The Direwolves were responsible for capturing or eliminating Ruby and securing the mining base free from the pirate insurgents. This operation was led by Moe who led a group of 9 fighter ships towards the asteroid belt were the abandoned base was. Using a clever tactic of diversion and hitting them from all sides, it made the pirate group seem like they were facing overwhelming odds. Only forty-five minutes into the assault the pirates surrendered and were taken into custody of the Federation.

After Operation D-Z1 Moe was stationed to protect a valuable supply line from insurgents along with 8 other fighter pirates. Sporadic combat existed but overall Moe held the supply line to the standards that the Direwolves live and die by.

After the Vega Insurgency, Moe was given a year's leave at the request of a medical psychologist and a chance to clear his mind. Once he came back Moe resumed training duties and served mainly as a weapon and armament trainer while usually teaching about flying and landing the various models of ships.

Medical Report for Moe Williamson

Subject -> Moe Williamson
Age at Report -> 50 Years Old.
Height -> 6’3
Weight -> 234 Pounds
Body Fat % -> 9.5%
Severe Injuries? N
Scars? N
Hair Color - Black however some grey spots exist
Beard? Y -> Turning Grey. A five o’clock shadow
Other? A tattoo on his right arm and his neck. His neck has a tattoo of Earth while arm has a tattoo of the logo of the 144th Direwolves.

Various medical documents and applications are enclosed in the file folder, Moe’s alcoholism and his new fondness of cigars has been noted in his file, underneath the various tests is a few notes by Dr. Gerald Yam

Moe’s health over the year has remained relatively stable. The only medication he is on is to help him sleep and that’s only if he requires it. His prescription history indicates that he isn’t overusing or could be addicted to the medication. The only reason of worry in my eye’s is his new habits of Alcoholism and smoking.

The root cause of this has been identified and tied to past events associated due to war. Yet right now I feel it isn’t at the point where he should be placed in any rehabilitation program of any sort. He’ll be observed for a few months and a check up will be done once more.

The American Spring: An Alternate Present RP

Is it alright for me to take Canada then?

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

@vietmyke Are you the one coming up with the IC reasons or should I?