Traitor

Masks

I'm always open. the lack of direction is intentional, to allow more more diverse characters, and I like to think that it wold keep people on their toes, without having a sense of what may or may not happen.

@pyroman

That's very reassuring. Knowing you've left it that way with a clear intention is all I need. I'll have to ask this, because it's a rather cheesy matter, and I'm actually still on the fence about it, but is there a problem with using Majora's Mask? It's in the pool of three masks I'd pick from and I'd absolutely understand if anybody disliked this one being used as I'm unlikely to live up to the expectations of that mask. Regardless, I'll type out a CS tonight.

Masks

The premise of this intrigues me greatly. While the lack of evident directional preparation sounds a bit scary actually, I'm gonna go ahead and ask if you're still open for takers.

Psycho Purgatory Games (Death RP)

It didn't happen yet. The IC is up, though it seem the OP lost track or interest as the initial OOC post is still in the IC section after that misplacement was pointed out a while ago. I'm personally still watching it in case Dynamo gets it started properly, but as of now all evidence implies the (ironical) premature death of it.

Destiny of Man

Skye took a few moments to evaluate the damage done to her group of people. Apparently, most of them somehow went really lucky. Well, technically speaking, they all did... everything was better than broken bones within potentially hostile territory. Sentinel looked like she didn't quite enjoy the rollercoaster ride into the hangar, though Skye secretly hoped that was all there was to her. A physically ill group member was more of a liability than a dead one, she remembered that all too well. She mostly ignored Grivers complaints about his leg, and it was not obvious if she considered his potential wound insubstantial, or if she outright didn't care. One could easily assume that she had access to his personal files and forged an antagonizing opinion on the young hacker, if paranoid enough. Her expression did lighten up substantially when the expedition's medic was not only alive and kicking, but also in her right mind. "Alright, if not already done, I want everyone to check their gear and prepare to move. Everything that's malfunctioning or damaged beyond reliable usability stays here. We can't afford to carry dead weight around. Next, I need to remind you of what my job is: your security. Whatever is happening to the people on the Providence is of low priority. My job is to keep you alive, and in order to do that, you need to comply to any command I or the officer issue. Even if that means abandonning someone from the colony's personnel. We're not here to be samaritans and help old ladies across the street." “Commander Wynters, you are going to want to come here and everyone else.... make sure your firearms are loaded.” "Lock and load." She confirmed the officer's order and fired up the plasma battery of her rifle, causing the weapon to emanate a permanent, low buzzing noise together with an increasing amount of heat that could easily melt off human flesh, but didn't do any harm to the power glove she used to hold the middle-front end of the weapon. She swiftly made her way over to the officer and the pilot, who conveniently blocked sight on the gruesome scenery until she caught up with them. The view on countless devastated bodies wasn't even what made her flinch, it was the unbearable stench. She hissed an aggressive "Shit." through her clenched teeth. Skye stared emotionlessly into the corridor for several seconds, processing how this kind of massacre affected the odds of what may have happened here, but also looking for a way to move past the torn bodies. Very intently avoiding to look at any one victim in particular. Nothing good would come from sympathizing with the dead. After moments of silence and low breathing, she turned to Keppotko. "Is this our only way?" Though somehow, she already anticipated the answer.

Destiny of Man

Skye pushed herself towards the seats after receiving a somewhat unsatisfactory answer. Considering how fast she had moved, it was highly unlikely that all the other pods had been put to good use. Even more so since she saw just about half the crew unable to walk or otherwise injured - if not dead - on her way here. Maybe one of the volleys had crossed this part of the ship... whichever way she looked at it, they were blessed with hilariously bad luck. Whoever shot down their ship would not roll out the red carpet when...or if they survived the drop. Almost too late, she strapped herself to the seat with a flimsy belt that had seen better times. Mere seconds after the belt closed with a 'clink' almost inaudible over the noises of the dying Mahatma, the interior of the pod was shaken and spun around. Had she been only a little slower, her body and specifically her glove would likely have become deadly projectiles inside the vessel. Gritting her teeth at the notion, she leaned back and closed her eyes, though not in panic. On the contrary. For the next few moments, the fate of all their lifes lied within the hands of the pilot and fate equally, and since there was nothing she could to to influence the outcome of their descent, she actually relaxed a bit - if they would now die, there was nothing to do about it anyway. As soon as the pod entered the hangar, her body tensed again. Maybe they wouldn't die during the landing? What if... Clank! The sheer force of their impact on the hangar wall knocked her lights out. "Wake up assholes! We don't have all day!" Skye snapped awake. Taking two deep breaths, she successfully identified her position as 'upside down', noticed that the gravitational forces of the landing had not ripped her left arm off (surprisingly, considering the weight of the attached tool) and found her weapon where she left it, secure and intact, dangling from a strap tied to her right arm. After several seconds of fruitless effort, she realized that the mechanism of her belt had broken during their wild tumble, luckily jammed shut. Accompanied by an audible buzzing sound, the servo-amplifiers in her glove ignited as she used the tool to crush the malfunctioning belt technology, freeing her from her predicament. Evidently this was not her first time hanging upside-down from a seat, since she managed to land on her feet, not her face, gracelessly but without injury. After a brief moment of processing the shifted gravity, she glared at the pilot who presumably saved all their lifes. She straightened her back, flexing her hurting shoulders while checking the functionality of her rifle and the two differently sized magazines sticking out of it, and directed an angry "Could you maybe keep it low? Whoever shot us down isn't gonna offer us a warm welcome when they realize we survived the elegant landing procedure." at the pilot. Griver's lamentations evoked a sigh and some eye-rolling. Making her own conclusions, Skye suspected that either marauding pirates or rebellious revolutionists seized control over the Providence. Chances of the IFF-systems failing completely without anybody noticing were low enough to expect the worst. As it seemed the two of them had already been outside and survived but this kind of situation usually changed fast. "We need to assess who survived and who is attacking us." And find some aspirin. The hit to her head had left a noticeable impact.

Vampire: The Masquerade RP?

I played VtM:B only, so I guess I'd consider myself a newb in the field, sort of. But I read a ton into the deeper lore and would absolutely positively totally be delighted to participate in such an RP, assuming you're still 'open'. Malkavian master race! Edit: You do seem to be a little oversaturated on the Malks. If that is an issue, then consider this expression of interest null.

Destiny of Man

"...to the escape pods." The calm tone of the robotic voice stood in extreme contrast to the urgency of the matter at hand, though it was properly underlined by the voluminous bass of several projectiles drumming on the Mahatma's side and front as well as illuminated by sparks and small flames emanating from several wall-embedded systems. It took Skye a whole two seconds to react to the signal and another three to reassemble the last parts of her plasma rifle, one point five seconds to shove the energy cell back in, load the weapon through and another one to leave her cabin. The sudden surge of adrenaline made her ignore the burning in her lungs and legs as she sprinted towards the -thankfully close- engineering deck to board an escape pod at her highest possible speed. She didn't even consciously realize she was shouting loud commands at people left and right who were thrown around like toys when the ship buckled during it's last minutes, but almost all of them were unable to move on their own, and she didn't intend to stop and hand out band-aids. This was a run-or-die situation and she knew it. Her repeated "Run or die!" served more to encourage those who could run than to inform anybody about the situation, not that it was possible to miss what was currently happening to the Mahatma. Regardless, she made an effort to hammer her oversized left fist against every door and hatch she passed on the short trip. The biggest shock was seeing the escape pods decimated to a single vessel. "Run or die!" , she shouted back one last time, the last thing she could do to motivate potential followers without forfeiting her own life. She stepped into the pod, up to the shouting officer, jamming her enhanced glove against the low ceiling of the pod's entrance to stabilize against the wildly swinging ground. "Officer Keppotko!" she shouted against the cacophony of bending and breaking steel. "What happened to the pods?" She stepped to the side to not block the entrance of the pod for more possible survivors, and threw a glance over her shoulder to see if there actually were any others on the run, though not much in this world could have moved her to leave the relative safety of the vessel at this point.

Destiny of Man

Off to a rollicking good start!

Destiny of Man

Appearance: Name: Skye Wynters Age: 28 Gender: Female Specialty: Military/Security Squad Leader Starting Sanity: 200/200 Psychological Record: -Positive Traits: Reliable, dedicated, professional -Negative Traits: Patronizing, insensitive, coldhearted Background: Skye successfully filled the shoes of her father, who was a military officer of the alliance. She fought valiantly for almost the entire duration of the Outer Edge war, refusing to be suspended long past her official period of service. An overall stable and composed psychological profile coupled with her talent to lead and survive turned her into a respected veteran that her superiors just couldn't withdraw even if it meant violating a protocol or two. While she's not exactly exemplary as a flawless leader, soldiers reported about her motivating competence and presence that carried more than a handfull of squads safely through highly hazardous territory. After the last battles were fought, she was mostly used for escort missions through pirate-ridden pockets of space. Though she's not a bloodthirsty murderer by any stretch of the imagination, her old battle scars still burned with the urge to keep fighting, and this was as good as it gets. At least it kept her senses keen. She volunteered for the ride to Providence much to the dismay of her commanding officer, but she of all the people available to lead that expedition probably had the best chances to return unscathed. While the relationship to her father certainly was a stepping stone in her career, they didn't exactly have a ton of quality time together. She tried to impress him by giving 120% at all times as a soldier, reaching the rank of a squad leader and building a reputation of her own but he didn't have the time to spend much attention. On the rare occasions where he did, he was hard to satisfy, never praised his daughter for her achievements. Not getting scolded was enough of a reward for Skye, however. He died during the second year of the war, his ship was hit by a stray artillery shot of unidentified origin within a chaotic firefight - possibly from an alliance ship, which is why Skye absolutely hates all sorts of weapons that cause collateral damage. The loss of her father was hard to stomach for her, though mostly because she failed to make him proud before his untimely end. Equipment: A flexible combat suit (O2-mask not seen in the picture), offering just the right amount of protection while not impeding movement. Standard issue energy rifle with custom modifications to shoot three different kinds of ammunition: purely plasma-based and physical projectiles as well as non-lethal kinetic pulses, according to situation. A modified power glove to compensate for the major disadvantage of her favored weapon - excessive heat emission by the rifles plasma cells - that has further uses, such as simple semi-remote access to virtual interfaces like non-encrypted doors, lifts and station systems. Very robust and hydraulically enhanced, can be used to crush or hit things in a pinch. Two standard issue plasma grenades that can purge a whole middle sized rooms interior with white hot liquid fire, from her time during the war. After carrying them around for more than a year they turned into sort of lucky charms. She sincerely hopes she'll never see the need to use them. Two cans of standard issue, single use disinfectant, wound sealing spray to administer first aid if medical personnel is not immediately available. Standard regulation for squad leaders.