Well, that certainly clears things up, ty guys :D
If you know someone that is willing to play a mage in this I'm up for it. Otherwise I'll second Pie's idea, more cash and killing mages is the business and business be f'ing cracking yo!
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Looking forward to it :D
Name: Hen’na Sensei , the weird teacher
Gender: Male
Earthly Home: Sensei has a temple which randomly appears in the wild. Also Shrines may randomly appear in brothels and inns. Offerings can be made, but Sensei honestly doesn’t know or care what he likes, could be anything really. Strange things tend to happen around the shrines and temples, from monkey spawns to sake rains.
God Of: Discord/chaos/madness
Weapons/Possessions: Varies/Random
Background: - Trying to come up with something, frame is still a bit too loose for this. -
Extra: As far as the weapons and possessions go, it really could be anything, a spear, a pair of dice, a bottle of sake. These things are taken at random from shrines and temples. Sensei is at odds a lot, with himself, because of his multiple personalities.
Okay, here goes, I know this all sounds vague, but that would fit right in with the god of chaos and madness as far as I know.
Blue Demon said
And I'm loving my new nickname stickman. Chopsticks. :D
Well, Lei-Ne earned it ;-) I really enjoy the negative interaction between us IC xD
Dynamo Frokane said
EDIT: Stickman you are approved
SWEET!
Whoa... Lei-Ne was good with words. Pity though that she mistook Thomas's intent. He had been on edge because of the reaction that the Troll might have had. The samurai had seen Trolls lose their temper before and it wasn't pretty. In my experience asking only gets you rude gestures or a beating, she had said... What the...? Obviously this face wasn't used to work with the more experienced shadowrunners, they weren't selected by means of who ever gets the job done. They were hand picked for this job, the remark made the Asian drop a couple of points in Thomas's book. And the nerve on chopsticks, was she baiting him? Respond to the bait, don't respond, light a cigarette just to piss her off... Ah, to hell with it! "Lass, I want to keep you alive, for as long as I have need of you at least. I'm not your average thug, Mulan, otherwise I wouldn't have lived to see my age. Do with this information as you like, but don't mistake me for one of your previous colleagues." Thomas did want to keep the team alive as long as he needed them, which mostly meant until the end of the mission. Chopsticks could do as she liked for all he cared, Thomas just rather didn't deal with a Troll in berserker mode.
Red began taking the lead on the initial investigation. She sported a priority list and expressed her concern about the use of bullets. Thank god, the samurai thought, I rather not mess with the full defensive force of a corporation. She told the group that she wanted to go over magical security as soon as the mage arrived, but a message told them the mage would be a no show. Damn, now they would even have a bigger problem. If anyone of them was awakened? Thomas sure wasn't, too much metal in him to even try if he was awakened.
"Do some corporations not use enforcers as part of their defense protocol? Maybe Thorin and I could get to know a few of them, or maybe just kidnap one of the guards and beat the information out of him? People go missing all the time, if we found one with some kind of problem, gambling, substance abuse, debts." Thomas said, continuing with the planning phase. "We could also pay someone off for the information of threaten someone's family," he continued, then, looking at chopsticks, "It's not that I necessarily like violence, it's just that it's easy and it works most times." Trying not to look down too much on her, somehow the Asian didn't look all that bad anymore. The face, go figure.
Red began taking the lead on the initial investigation. She sported a priority list and expressed her concern about the use of bullets. Thank god, the samurai thought, I rather not mess with the full defensive force of a corporation. She told the group that she wanted to go over magical security as soon as the mage arrived, but a message told them the mage would be a no show. Damn, now they would even have a bigger problem. If anyone of them was awakened? Thomas sure wasn't, too much metal in him to even try if he was awakened.
"Do some corporations not use enforcers as part of their defense protocol? Maybe Thorin and I could get to know a few of them, or maybe just kidnap one of the guards and beat the information out of him? People go missing all the time, if we found one with some kind of problem, gambling, substance abuse, debts." Thomas said, continuing with the planning phase. "We could also pay someone off for the information of threaten someone's family," he continued, then, looking at chopsticks, "It's not that I necessarily like violence, it's just that it's easy and it works most times." Trying not to look down too much on her, somehow the Asian didn't look all that bad anymore. The face, go figure.
BTW, what power do mages have actually?
CS done
Sorry guys, dropping this. Just don't got enough time to run a whole nation ;-)
Interested, I'll see if I can get an artillery mech up :D
EDIT: If you guys still have room that is
EDIT: Meh, going for a shock trooper :D
PILOT
Age: 32
Height: 197 cm
Weight: 106 Kg
Background: Freedom Fighter turned Drifter
Bio: Gunther is a descendant of German immigrants. His parents split up before he was born, his mother had him on her own. The kid grew up in a quite hostile environment and got indoctrinated by the White Arm propaganda that he heard. The White Arm is a semi-terrorist organization that pushed the Seaboard Frontier back from the west. Gunther grew up in the middle of war plagued camps and on edge outposts. Both his mother and father were freedom fighters just as he. He learned to pilot at a young age, their armor was easy to use, so he didn't have to much difficulty with using the machine. The constant hostile environment kept the young man on edge and he didn't have problems with resorting to violence to get things done.
After a while piloting and fighting the White Arm ambushed a cargo convoy which yielded them the Anguish T3. This certainly was an update of the T2 which they had previously used. Gunther was giving one of the machines and his company had several minor successes. Aging, the grown man had seen most things at age 27. The White Arm propaganda became annoying and after a couple of defeats their morale was also in the drain. People who deserted got hunting parties sent after them and were killed. While heading one of these deserter hunting groups Gunther felt the strange desire to also make a run for it. The man convinced the hunting party that what they were doing was wrong and they joined up with some of the deserter groups. The group established a council of three, their general lead structure, and Gunther was appointed head of logistics, which meant find raiding targets and get there to do the dirty business. The warband made their way through the wasteland using parasitic tactics to stay alive.
Several years later Gunther led such a team into an outpost to take their supplies. The marauders encountered some resistance from the defense forces and to make matters worse the White Arm also showed up. Gunther made a deal with the defense forces and the two groups aided each other in fighting off the White Arm. In which they succeeded. Unbeknownst to Gunther the deal he made was one with his father, who was the leader of the outpost. The two man conversed, Gunther got some supplies and the warband left again. Gunther eventually got a message from the outpost leader, saying that he could die satisfied after seeing what kind of man his son had become. This ticked off the head of logistics and he left on his own with a good amount of supplies.
FRAME:
Weight Class: 3
Weapons Descriptions: Submachine gun and 10 frag grenades
Additional Notes: Anguish T3 is a mass production easy to use, hard to master armor. It's light armor and low impact mean soldiers had to think and be on their feet at all times. The wasp utilizes an Ethus inject submachine gun. It’s pretty low impact and doesn’t deal that much damage. Wasps were designed to operate in packs of ten to twenty units and employ hit and run tactics. The pilots were trained to aim for weak spots in enemy armor and use their grenades as a distraction method as well as to break lines and confuse. Wasps are fast and agile, due to their speed they’re hard to hit. The wasps are fully flight capable, although this drains a lot of energy, using the flight engines to jump or to dash is a far more common tactic. Using the dashing and utilizing their speed wasps catch enemy armor in the back and make their way out as soon as enemies have set up a counter attack.
Past Encounter: Squads of wasps were used to harass Seaboard Frontier outpost and plunder their way further inland. Groups of these freedom fighters were out to gain more territory and had several victories before ultimately been defeated in an ambush. Wasps should ring a bell with the Seaboard Frontier.
EDIT: If you guys still have room that is
EDIT: Meh, going for a shock trooper :D
PILOT
Age: 32
Height: 197 cm
Weight: 106 Kg
Background: Freedom Fighter turned Drifter
Bio: Gunther is a descendant of German immigrants. His parents split up before he was born, his mother had him on her own. The kid grew up in a quite hostile environment and got indoctrinated by the White Arm propaganda that he heard. The White Arm is a semi-terrorist organization that pushed the Seaboard Frontier back from the west. Gunther grew up in the middle of war plagued camps and on edge outposts. Both his mother and father were freedom fighters just as he. He learned to pilot at a young age, their armor was easy to use, so he didn't have to much difficulty with using the machine. The constant hostile environment kept the young man on edge and he didn't have problems with resorting to violence to get things done.
After a while piloting and fighting the White Arm ambushed a cargo convoy which yielded them the Anguish T3. This certainly was an update of the T2 which they had previously used. Gunther was giving one of the machines and his company had several minor successes. Aging, the grown man had seen most things at age 27. The White Arm propaganda became annoying and after a couple of defeats their morale was also in the drain. People who deserted got hunting parties sent after them and were killed. While heading one of these deserter hunting groups Gunther felt the strange desire to also make a run for it. The man convinced the hunting party that what they were doing was wrong and they joined up with some of the deserter groups. The group established a council of three, their general lead structure, and Gunther was appointed head of logistics, which meant find raiding targets and get there to do the dirty business. The warband made their way through the wasteland using parasitic tactics to stay alive.
Several years later Gunther led such a team into an outpost to take their supplies. The marauders encountered some resistance from the defense forces and to make matters worse the White Arm also showed up. Gunther made a deal with the defense forces and the two groups aided each other in fighting off the White Arm. In which they succeeded. Unbeknownst to Gunther the deal he made was one with his father, who was the leader of the outpost. The two man conversed, Gunther got some supplies and the warband left again. Gunther eventually got a message from the outpost leader, saying that he could die satisfied after seeing what kind of man his son had become. This ticked off the head of logistics and he left on his own with a good amount of supplies.
FRAME:
Weight Class: 3
Weapons Descriptions: Submachine gun and 10 frag grenades
Additional Notes: Anguish T3 is a mass production easy to use, hard to master armor. It's light armor and low impact mean soldiers had to think and be on their feet at all times. The wasp utilizes an Ethus inject submachine gun. It’s pretty low impact and doesn’t deal that much damage. Wasps were designed to operate in packs of ten to twenty units and employ hit and run tactics. The pilots were trained to aim for weak spots in enemy armor and use their grenades as a distraction method as well as to break lines and confuse. Wasps are fast and agile, due to their speed they’re hard to hit. The wasps are fully flight capable, although this drains a lot of energy, using the flight engines to jump or to dash is a far more common tactic. Using the dashing and utilizing their speed wasps catch enemy armor in the back and make their way out as soon as enemies have set up a counter attack.
Past Encounter: Squads of wasps were used to harass Seaboard Frontier outpost and plunder their way further inland. Groups of these freedom fighters were out to gain more territory and had several victories before ultimately been defeated in an ambush. Wasps should ring a bell with the Seaboard Frontier.
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