Stern Algorithm

Overlord: Momento Mori

@The Irish Tree @SubjectVision

Don't worry, I suggested Dr.Drd being involved previously, so Altair has my approval.

Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky

Who all's in the 1-A Common Room, right now? Wanna make sure I tag the right people.

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

Finally finished this up:

MillAgros-TR-17 Hyouka

Appearance:

Appearance Inspirations

Actual facial appearance and overall body-type:



General armored 'look', emphasis on the chunky leg armor, and minus the floaty bits:



Actual mecha she is based off of:



A Chibi version of how she would sort of look:

Name: MillAgros-TR-17 Hyouka

Combat Role: Heavy Artillery

Data Center: Bladine - South

Equipment & Gear:

Total Slots: 12

• Heavy Particle Beam Bazooka (Handheld)- Slot 1
• Heavy Particle Beam Ammo - Slot 3
• 2X Dual Medium Beam Cannon (Shoulder-mounted) - (Slot 1 each) Total Slot 2
• 2X Medium Beam Cannon Ammo - (Slot 1 each) Total Slot 2
• MetalloCeramic Armor - Slot 2
• Beam-Dampener Forcefield - Slot 2

Personality:

Hyouka is an enjoyer of life, who doesn't take her sentience and rights for granted, and is grateful to the champions of the past who secured peace between man and machine. She revels in her human appearance, but recognizes that not all robots had the same human-like upbringing that she had. Hyouka is nurturing and likes to see everyone getting along, desiring that bonds between individuals remain strong in these trying times. Despite behaving in a goofy manner in social settings, Hyouka can be surprisingly intelligent and tactical in combat, preferring to analyze and approach a situation from a safe distance, and surgically annihilating high-priority targets.

Background:

Hyouka's 'parents', who were descended from the MillAgros Company's line of robot tractors, migrated to Bladine to help with the reconstruction efforts, particularly in revitalizing the damaged food infrastructure. Having more than earned their keep, Hyouka's parents invested in creating a child who could be as human-like as possible so that she could enjoy all the benefits of fitting in perfectly with human society. Hyouka went through her early life facing little to no prejudice, and helped alleviate any ill-feelings any of her more ignorant human friends might have had towards robots, thus smoothing over human-robot relations. Though she enjoyed a very peaceful civilian life away from danger, Hyouka, who had always admired the Knightly Orders, felt she could do more by contributing to the war effort. She opted to outfit herself with hardpoints, allowing her to don mechanical armor, not unlike a knight, but more deeply integrated than any human-machine interface could be, and choosing to handle dangerous, high-damage weaponry and to be come a high-priority target herself, so that he human counterparts hopefully wouldn't have to.

Snippet

The hangar doors opened out into an asteroid field. Hefting her cannon, Hyouka kicked off into space using her big, clunky, armored legs. Though her armor was fully integrated into her cybernetics, becoming less equipment and more an extension of her body, there was still some sluggishness, owing to the sheer weight of the parts. She double checked that her pain receptors had been switched to 'damage receptor' mode, so that any harm she received would register as 'damage' instead of as 'pain', allowing her to register threats without resorting to panicked reflex. She mentally thanked her parents for making her so lifelike and able to experience things as humans did, but for combat, it was easier to just be a machine sometimes. Hyouka noticed a drift in her rotation, and activated her thrusters to correct for the slight deviance. This was a good training exercise to get her used to space maneuvering and inertia of her weapons and armor. Heading deeper into the asteroid field, Hyouka had reached a safe distance from the troop transport. Warming up her cannons, text and diagrams from Hyouka's heads-up display flashed across her eyes, letting her know the status of her equipment and picking out potential targets. The dual beam cannons mounted over her shoulders extended and swiveled around like turrets, pointing at the various asteroids that floated about. Devastating magenta beams flashed out from her shoulders, striking the rocks forcefully, leaving deep, glowing impressions. Now to try the big one. Hyouka lifted the heavy particle beam cannon to her chest and connected its butt to the energy core mounted on her chest. She felt the click as the weapon attached to her, and could feel the energy draining into the gun as it began whirring to life and opening up like the jaws of a wolf. Making sure to point away from the transport, Hyouka let loose a powerful stream of energy that plowed through the asteroids. Hyouka had to fire her thrusters slightly to prevent from being pushed back by the surge of power lighting up space in front of her. A weapon like this might be too dangerous for a human combatant to handle, which was why she had chosen it. Instead of just leaving a molten imprint, the asteroids hit by the particle beam were superheated to the point of rupture. Clouds of searing pebbles and sand flew in all directions, some were stopped when they hit Hyouka's defense field, while others that managed to make it past the energy shield harmlessly impinged off her thick armor. Despite knowing that war was not a game, Hyouka couldn't help but feel somewhat exhilarated at wielding so much destructive power, and couldn't keep a smile from appearing on her face. As her weapons warmed down, Hyouka turned around and headed back towards to transport.

Overlord: Momento Mori

@The Irish Tree

How well is Rodias hiding the pain in his eyes upon seeing Salem and being reminded of Dr.Drd? I'm wondering if I should have Salem notice and react to it, or if you wanted Rodias to have masked it perfectly, in which case, I won't.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Ozzy knew about the order. "It's been shown through history that any kingdom or organization that needs to use force against its people is doomed to fail." Ozzy added but it was a shallow comfort to know that there is suffering regardless. It was an old out dated concept that a new educated world won't need.

@ShwiggityShwah

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

Same. I'm still here, just hadn't had the time for RP due to being busy irl. I hope to get a cs up in a few days, hopefully.

Overlord: Momento Mori

@Xaltwind

@SubjectVision

I did list Dr.Drd (my character's creator) as someone who is a programmer IRL, and though he is difficult to get a long with, helps his guildmates with the intricate coding of the game. So maybe he helped Epur with some of the more difficult parts, but Altair is Epur's creation, with some input from Dr.Drd.

Overlord: Momento Mori

@Enkryption

I...I think I missed the memo for when Chuunithulu became Chuunitrixx, so I was surprised at the personality. Nothing wrong with it, it's a great post, but I was surprised, expecting a suave, casino mistress instead.

Alright, I'll get working on a sheet. The general idea would be an elven, mother-type caster focused on AoE debuffing and DPS who's themed around cosmic events and spatial manipulation. The Chapter would be a large, empty room resembling a miniature section of space, with its own scaled down celestial bodies moving about. The main gimmicks of the Chapter are that there is no normal gravity within the room besides that of some miniature suns and planets; the aformentioned celestial bodies serving as constant, enviromental hazards; and that, due to a spatial enchantment, the room loops indefinitely with itself, creating a seemingly endless space.

@SubjectVision

So Super Mario Galaxy: the Dungeon?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@ShwiggityShwah congrats, man!

Overlord: Momento Mori

Salem Vicarious, Lord of Lost Things

Since Dr.Drd's sudden disappearance years ago, Salem had been carrying out automated behavior protocol, which to the outside observer, merely looked like sadistic toying with their subjects, and for the most part, it was. Tasked with overseeing the continuation of evolving the basic AI framework that Dr.Drd had developed, Salem had forced the other inhabitants of the City of Lost Things into various dystopian systems and simulated wargames, an ever-changing environment with varying rules of survival to see which of the other toys could claw their way to the top. One parameter that Dr.Drd was still tweaking before he left forever was the rate at which the environment was supposed to shift, a parameter that Salem never adjusted, a rate that was far too fast for anything to successfully adapt too. The current situation resembled a game of shady politics and cloak and dagger. In the House that Salem built, Salem stood at the top of the foyer, watching plushies and dolls dancing in the ballroom below, schmoozing and attempting to exert their petty influences upon one another. However, one failed assassination attempt, and a comment taken the wrong way, soon led the ballroom to erupt into an orgy of violence, as all pretense was dropped in favor of the fight or flight response. Teddy bears and mannequins ripped into each other with zest as the built up frustration of hiding their intentions bubbled to the surface. One stuffed bunny with its ear missing stood at the bottom of the steps, holding a butter knife from the confectionery table, a moment of calm just feet away from the storm of violence.

"YOU!" it screamed in a bloodcurdling, almost comically high-pitched voice as it rushed up the stairs, mad with rage at having its life defined Salem's incomprehensible games. One glance from Salem and the stuffed bunny was lifted into the air, its butter knife wrenched from its grip to hover in the air menacingly. The stuffed bunny screamed as the butter knife slowly tore it to shreds. Salem suddenly jolted awake. This was not because it had suddenly gained sentience, in fact, from Salem's point of view, nothing had changed. But what drew their attention was the sight of the world outside the Chateau changing. Part of the castle's decorations involved heads mounted on spikes as a warning to intruders, but some of those heads were in fact Salem's, and their eyes granted the poltergeist vision of the outside. Salem was tasked with keeping an eye, well, many eyes, out for intruders, and was primed to react at even tiny changes. The sudden change was jarring and confusing.

Reeling, Salem leaned against the banister while their subjects continued to slaughter each other below. Salem was still wondering how to report such a development to the Masters, or if the Masters even cared. Salem had heard through the grapevine that the masters were gathering for one last hurrah, but that celebration supposedly turned out to be sorely disappointing. Not only did the Masters abandon their creations, they would ultimately abandon one another as well. Just then a skeleton butler arrived at the House, pushing open the doors, and drawing the attention of the violent dolls and toys. They were about to involve the skeleton in their violence, before they were all lifted into the air, bringing an abrupt stop to the carnage. It had felt like ages since any other part of the Chateau had reached out to Salem, save the continued agreement with the Factory. And despite resenting the rest of the Chateau and the Masters for leaving them alone, Salem yearned for their attention, and would not allow their subjects to harm a messenger from outside the City.

"You're all disappointments!" Salem muttered through clenched teeth as the windows exploded inward, providing Salem with plenty of ammunition to dispatch the party guests with. In a maelstrom of shards, stuffing, and sawdust, the subjects of the City were ground up, as if in a blender, with Salem, the literal eye of the storm, hovering over the banister and down to the messenger to hear him out.

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Salem hovered into the Final Hour at a slovenly pace, after all, Salem didn't want to reveal their anticipation nor their eagerness. Though Salem hovered into the room, upon entering, they landed and walked, showing at least this much respect to the Final Hour. Still, Salem nonchalantly crossed their hands behind their head glancing left and right. It had been years since Salem had been inside the Final Hour and seen the Masters. The last time was with Dr.Drd; as Dr.Drd's favorite, Salem had accompanied the Master most places within the Chateau, their ability to manipulate objects at a distance was a massive boon for Dr.Drd, who was often too lazy to go and grab something himself. Salem looked around at the others, curious if this involved the sudden change in scenery outside, but decided to be patient. "Salem Vicarious, Lord of Lost Things, ready to play!" Salem announced their arrival in an androgynous, child-like voice.