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Symphony on High

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Symphony on High

"Now I’m Pissed!"

Dead Head

NAME:

”Name’s Asher, Asher Blake. Who’s askin?”

AGE:

”32 years young, baby. But I don’t look a day over 21.”

SEX:

”Do what? Oh, I’m a dude, clearly.”

APPEARANCE:

“Yeah? Sure I don’t mind posing for a few photos, make sure you get my good side.”

Non-Esper

GRIMIORE:

The grimiore itself comes in the form of a metal pouch with 4 different colored marbles inside,

INSTRUMENT:

Nothing quite says “knock knock” like Asher’s iconic SPAS-12, dubbed Hatred. Hatred is a solid black SPAS-12 with an angry red dragon painted on it in a manner that makes it wrap around the gun and positions its head so that it appears the dragon is roaring when the gun is fired. The upper rail features a set of hardened spikes running along the edges that give it a punky aesthetic to match Asher. It also features a strap that stretches from barrel to stock for convenience. Rather than standard buckshot Hatred fires slugs of solid metal that pack one hell of a wallop. When at a nice close distance Asher can also use Hatred’s special ability to fire off a short range burst of magical fire that’s nearly guaranteed to catch anything on fire on a direct hit.

GRADE: Gold
KEYWORD: Long Gun
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: A
SPEED: B
SENTINEL: E
SPECIAL: Dragons Breath allows Hatred to fire off a short burst of magical fire in a close proximity. This acts as an ignite cast but only at short range, around 6 feet.

STYLE:

Carbon Fiber

Grade: Silver
PHYSICAL: E
ARCANE: B
CHAOS: C
SPECIAL: Upon taking esper form Asher’s body becomes mostly made from carbon fiber where possible, shedding weight and allowing him an extra degree of reaction time when attempting to dodge attacks.

GENRE:

Rage

Asher’s melodies manifest as fiery constructs of his anger and rage, a deep hot fire reminiscent of smoldering coal. Asher’s fire feels much hotter than it actually burns to those without a strong resolve.

GRADE: Silver
ELEMENT: Fire
NOTES: [Ignite, Heat] Damage X, Damage, AoE, Puddle, Sky Call, Powerful, Scatter, Shield, Blink
SPECIAL: Asher’s ignite attacks are 1 rank higher.

LEITMOTIF:

Eye of Malice

Bronze grade
Asher’s left eye stands out from the other when transformed, slightly larger and more intimidating with a deeper red emanating from it.

PR:

As far as accessories go Asher only carries a pistol and a baseball bat, for more delicate situations.

BACKUP:

N/A

FACTION:

”I only work for myself, ain’t nobody the boss of me!”

TRIVIA:

”What? Do you want my life story or something? Piss off!”

For the last 15 years the average day in the life of Asher Blake has been filled with debauchery, high octane metal, dangerous stunts, and a live fast die young attitude. Lead Vocalist of the band always did come with its perks, and Asher was never one to not take advantage of the situation. He and a group of friends formed Dead Head in their junior year, choosing to drop out and pursue a musical career over traditional forms of education. It only took a couple of years before the group found a groove in their local scene and although it was modest it was a start. Through dedication and commitment over the next few years Dead Head managed to grow more and more renown as they slowly grew into an ever more prominent force.

By his mid 20s Asher Blake was well and truly a rock star. Dead Head toured the nation and consistently sold out venues time and time again. But with all things, as time goes things change and people want different things. Dead Head, once a rising star, was now coming to a natural point in its life where its members sought change, different experiences, and a chance to grow. Much to the dismay of its fanbase, Dead Head split up when Asher was 28.

Without any plans and an obscene amount of money Asher wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. For the first couple of years the partying was enough but it didn’t really bring Asher any fulfillment. It wasn’t until a rather raucous block party that Asher found his calling.

Disaster struck. An uninvited guest, a gruesome monster from the chaos realm. Debris and destruction rain around Asher. The crowd screams and runs to and fro unsure of who or what has caused the chaos. As he watched everyone around him running, terrified for their lives, something within him stirred. A strong connection reached out to him.

The crowd almost seemed to part around him as he neared it. A shotgun, a standard pump action at first appearance but the longer Asher stared at it the more he could feel that just below the surface it’s true self lay waiting for him alone to take. As Asher gripped the weapon the dam burst, the emotions roiling in him grew astronomically as the anger within him almost took physical form. Bursting forth from him and the weapon it swirled around him in a storm of lights and magical energy. Spreading forth from his hand at the point of contact his skin slowly transformed into carbon fiber. Energy coursed through Asher’s body as his anger roared to life like a high powered engine.

Just as quickly as the energy burst forth from him it also returned, swirling about him until it finally coalesced into a burning heat that seemed to radiate from his body. Asher gripped the shotgun, racked a shell, and set his eyes upon the source of the chaos. It was time to whoop some ass.

MEATCHURNER (Grand Sci-Fi, WH40K/Dune inspired)

I was lurking in the wings to see if there was gonna be a pulse, I am also intrigued.

Terror on Galaga

Okay I moved some things around and also created a basic little template. Feel free to reach out if you have questions or concerns or wanna soundboard some character ideas.

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Character sheet

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I am open to any and all questions that you have regarding setting details for preparing your characters.

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To be honest I don't like CSes cause I don't know how to code and they always look lame and was trying to feel out if you guys would let me get away without making one but I can throw something together. It's gonna be super basic though, just important bits.

Alternatively you could just write up a handful of paragraphs describing who your character is and what they look like.

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Alright it's Wednesday not Monday but that's cool, I wrote up a little starter to give more context and background details.

We will be taking the place of that first squad, literally replacing them. They've been reassigned, whilst the rest of the crew of the Eudora will remain the same. So Captain Morgan will be our Captain and the Eudora will be our home. Our squad will be put together and assigned to the Eudora freshly after the Eudora was reinstated. We are a handpicked squad picked by the admiral and Colonel Raleigh so let that influence your character as you wish.

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02/30/4389 GSF // 8:45 AM Mother Theresa Time // Mother Theresa Commons, Sector G17, Alpha Ward // Romero System, 2 Systems from Galaga System

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Admiral Rebecca Black

Commons

The hustle and bustle of the commons was well underway under the morning’s artificial light. Overhead an advanced array of holograms and braided fiber cables worked in tandem to create the appearance of a wide open cloudless blue sky. Even the most perceptive eye could not tell the difference between the fake sky created on Mother Theresa and the actual sky on many of its citizen’s home worlds. Below these artificial skies citizens of the GIDM hustled too and fro along their daily agendas, rushing around quite like bees in a hive. Life on Mother Theresa was peaceful, structured, consistent, and free of strife. The citizenry bobbed too and fro with smiles upon their faces and happiness residing in their hearts.

The Admiral smiled, taking in all the sights upon her usual morning stroll. As Admiral of the Mother Theresa Rebecca had a long list of duties and tasks to complete throughout her day but regardless she always strove to ensure she had time for a walk through the commons every morning. It was a grounding exercise, as nothing in Rebecca’s life went without purpose, but it was one she certainly found enjoyment in. Walking along the footpaths and hallways of the Commons was not only important for herself but for those amongst the citizenry and common soldiers alike as it fostered a relationship between herself as their de facto leader and them as her charges.

Rebecca briefly strayed from her usual path to admire a bakery along the way. She briefly shared pleasantries with a couple of the citizens waiting in the queue for service before stepping to the counter to admire the many fresh loaves the baker had in stock. Just like a bakery on the surface it was likely that this baker had been up since the early hours of dawn hand kneading and preparing the dough for the day. The baker himself soon appeared while Rebecca was surveying the bread, insisting greatly that she take a few loaves for herself as a gift. She graciously accepted, tapping a few commands in her PDA to summon an assistant to take the gift back to her quarters.

Sparing a few words of gratitude and farewell for the baker, Rebecca made her way from the bakery and back onto her usual path. A bright red light indicating a priority alert flashes from Rebecca’s PDA. As she stops to read it a deep frown grows upon her face. At about the same time a soldier manning a transport buggy rounds the corner in the distance. By the time Rebecca has finished reading the report the soldier and buggy arrive and without a word she boards the buggy. Quickly she is whisked onwards towards Command.

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Briefing

As the doors to the briefing room close behind Rebecca the intense noise from various command staff rushing too and fro is finely cut off. Rebecca takes a moment, leaning back against the door itself and letting an audible sigh escape from her lips.

“Sophia, organize long range communications with Malik of House Balam. Also plot a course for the Galaga system and set the fleet on high alert.” Rebecca called out, directing her orders towards the ship based AI. Wordlessly Sophia carried out her orders. Rebecca preferred her AI to respond as little as necessary, she was an old school individual and never personally enjoyed conversing with AIs. Rebecca pushed away from the door and strode forward towards the large table in the center of the room. As she did so a hologram of a tall imposing man with dark short hair wearing a military dress uniform appeared.

House Balam was run by Anthony Malik, an old school vet like Rebecca herself who had ties to GIDM nobility. Rebecca and Malik had a long standing professional relationship from before the final days of the GIDM that had carried over and led to their fruitful partnership in these trying post-GIDM times. Malik was a traditionalist and preferred to display that in his attire, donning a military dress uniform that even included a cape. A tad dramatic in Rebecca’s opinion.

“Rebecca, you received my message I presume?” Malik’s face betrayed a look of worry that his voice endeavored to hide.
“Of course Malik, why else would I have put everything else on hold for you? Certainly not because I like you, you know that.” Rebecca responded coyly. Malik did not respond immediately and Rebecca quickly realized that the situation must be dire. “What’s going on Malik? You didn’t include a lot of details in the SOS.”

“Taurus is lost.” Malik said flatly, letting the words hang in the air.
“Lost?!” Rebecca practically shouted, shocked at the news. “How could an entire planet be lost?! You sent out the SOS not even an hour ago. What’s going on Malik?”

Malik’s face darkened at Rebecca’s outburst and it was clear to her that his words were true as the man suddenly seemed to put on an extra twenty years in the way that his shoulders sagged and his demeanor changed.
“It’s bad Rebecca, at 0500 hours early warning systems beyond Taurus’ orbit detected a multitude of signatures on approach. First scans indicated it was merely space debris and we decided to ignore it unless their trajectory showed any sort of indication that they were on course for population centers. Early trajectory showed that very few were even close to such a path.” Malik takes a moment, clearly trying to find the words.
“At this point we had no idea how big of a mistake that was. As the objects neared orbit they started to breakaway and show signs of trajectory adjustment. Before we could react a majority of our population centers were now under risk and the density of incoming objects was too great for ground based orbital defenses to counter. Estimates say we managed to shoot down only twenty-two percent of oncoming UFOs.”
“What were they Malik? You said they changed trajectory mid flight? Were they ships?” Rebecca asked.
“No, something else, they almost seemed like masses of rock and biological material. We weren’t able to react quick enough to get any sort of in-depth scans. Logistics is still trying to sift through all the data we’re receiving still from planetside. They landed on a majority of the major population centers, puncturing domes and cavern ceilings alike and causing depressurization lockdowns all across Taurus’ colonies. Within a matter of hours planetside defenses were in shambles and communications fractured. We’ve been trying to evacuate anyone that we can but there’s zero organizational structure planetside.” As Malik finished he seemed to deflate a little. This was easily the biggest crisis Balam had faced since the fall of the GIDM. Rebecca herself wasn’t too sure how to proceed, especially against an unknown threat that had yet to make any demands. She was still trying to process the pace in which things had happened.

“Rebecca, one thing's for certain!” Malik started suddenly, stepping closer so that the hologram grew into a more detailed image of his face. A wild, almost unhinged look suddenly found itself upon the man’s face. “This is no human attack, this isn’t another one of the houses, none of my rivals have the capabilities and everything that I’ve seen or heard reported has indicated some other form of life.” he exclaimed, practically rushing to get the prior words out as if someone might cut him off. Just as suddenly he reverted back to his more exhausted looking facial expression. “All these years thinking we were alone and finally something else has appeared. Woe be us for the circumstances that it has arrived under. I never thought I would live to see alien life, and I never certainly anticipated that I would suffer from alien aggression. Yet I assure you these attackers are certainly extraterrestrial in nature.” Malik stated in an almost philosophical way.

“Malik, just give me a second.” Rebecca said, holding up her hand as she tried to process everything Malik had thrown her way. It only took a moment for her to prioritize and decide the next course of action. “Malik, tell me what you need. Mother Theresa is already enroute to Galaga as we speak.”

Malik’s face darkened even more, “As I said before, Taurus has fallen. My son and daughter were stationed there at the capital, Maldone. They were enroute for a priority evac but the position was overrun and they were forced back into the capital complex where they had to take refuge in the bunker. I need them safe before I can figure out how we should best retaliate.” Malik all but pleaded.

Rebecca sighed inwardly, this was the exact reason she’d forgone having children herself. Malik was a long respected comrade who had always put duty and responsibility above all. She understood his desire to save his children, at the same time Malik ruled over 6 systems besides Galaga and those systems were home to billions of civilians. Regardless of her personal feelings Rebecca would do all she could to assist Malik and House Balam.

“Alright Malik, I’ll dispatch an extraction team while the main carrier group makes its way towards Galaga. When I get there though I expect a face to face so we can best decide how to proceed on preserving as many of your citizens life’s as possible. Mother Theresa out.” Rebecca abruptly cut comms before Malik had a chance to respond, hoping her words found their way home. With that she turned and strode from the briefing room. The moment she was through the door she began barking orders and issuing commands, she had an entire fleet to organize as well as an extraction to get underway and a very short window of time to get it all pulled off.

Briefly her mind trailed back to the morning, the time she’d spent at the bakery, the artificial sun on her skin and the common citizens she’d greeted all replaying in her head. Rebecca had an eerie feeling that peacetime was something she’d not be able to enjoy again in the days to come.

“Send me Colonel Raleigh.”

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Geoff Morgan

Eudora

Captain Geoff Morgan anxiously fiddled with the cover of his pants pocket, something he’d found himself doing an awful lot lately. Ever since the events on Taurus he and his crew had been grounded pending reassignment. He and his men hadn’t done a thing wrong, but regardless they seemed caught up in machinations far beyond their understanding. Like he had many other days since, he found himself once again wandering the main hander of the Eudora.

Bright flashes of light from further down behind one of the URV’s was likely one of the mechanics, although having been grounded as long as they had been it was likely they were merely working for the sake of working rather than actually fixing any sort of real problems. Most of Eudora's crew was starting to get antsy, they’d been pending reassignment for months now, stuck in a hellish bureaucratic form of limbo. Geoff strolled further along the hanger, surveying equipment and counting munitions for likely the hundredth time. The rushed sound of footsteps soon caught his attention, a petty officer was rushing down the main hanger towards Geoff with an obvious look of excitement.

“Captain! We’ve received new orders! The Eudora flies again! Reassignment has been delayed until further notice!” They called out as they neared. The captain was shocked, and so too were the many heads that bobbed out from various places about the hanger.
“New orders?” Geoff asked, surprise evident in his voice.
“Aye Captain! Priority alert from command to get the Eudora in flying order! Departure cleared for tomorrow morning!” The officer reported.

Geoff was struck dumb with surprise, not only were they avoiding the reassignment they were all dreading but they were also to ship out as suddenly as tomorrow. Geoff had no worries about readiness, the antsy crew had kept the ship in shape and ready for departure since the day they’d been slated for drydock. But regardless, protocols had to be enacted and followed and there was quite a lot that would need to be done before the Eudora flew out tomorrow morning.

Geoff routed his comm unit to broadcast his next words shipwide.

“LMV Eudora, this is your captain speaking. We have received priority orders and will be shipping out as early as tomorrow morning. All hands to stations to prepare for departure. I repeat, the LMV Eudora has received priority orders, all hands to stations to prepare for departure.”

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I added some NPC information at the bottom of the IC doc, just for reference. Plenty of flexibility for creating your own NPCs to fill in the blanks for characters. Same goes for ships, the MT Flotilla is large and comprised of many military and civilian vessels.

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Yuppers.