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Who's up for a good fight? See me if you like Jurassic Park, Mortal Kombat, and Cthulhu Mythos in one.

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I prefer group RPs and cooperation in between players. Usual characters are superhumans, half-human hybrids, cynics, and Nietzscheans. Usual settings are civil wars, blood feuds, and/or outside-context problems.

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Seamus on his own initiative readied the particle cannon and provided supporting fire as needed. While he was aware of critical targets, he was also aware of drones, gunships, and even infantry with power armor as he scanned the area his allies were engaging. "Providing covering fire. I have the range." While he was careful not to shoot the hostages or the ship his allies were boarding on, he made sure that the drones, gunships, and power-armored infantry did not down his allies.

Full power was on his primary weapon. Seamus also readied the plasma ball launcher just in case. The missiles were for now not engaged as at the range he was in would not warrant a barrage of missiles. Though if more powerful enemies were there, he'd attempt to close the gaps to maximize the payloads. Bringing heavy weapons to the table was a wise move for now.
Seamus was now focused on bringing heavy weapons into the field. He covered all ranges for his role, so the Fomorian NC was far from defenseless. Readying his cannon, Seamus radioed to his group with, "Preparing the primary weapon!" The long range particle cannon was aimed at threats to the group, however, he was conscious not to disable the missile cruiser for the boarding.

He was also conscious not to destroy the hostages, Terra's parents. While vehicles were easy pickings in comparison to NC's, numbers should be minded. Seamus however, deemed enemy NCs to be a bigger threat. As far as he knew, the NCs were more heavily armed than the vehicles. Exploiting his mech's versatility, the lad was ready to attack enemy NCs that were in the range of his particle cannon.

However, enemy ships that were a direct threat or hindrance to the the boarding crew would also be on Seamus' radar. He kept an eye out, cannon ready. "On overwatch!" At long ranges, he felt safer as Fomorian was a bit of a glass cannon. Just because he could dish out damage doesn't mean he can take it as much in return.

@Xandrya

Thanks! You have both my stamp of approval and full permission to port your character over to the characters tab.

So her current status as like a double agent will come to an end within my first post. I wanted to type out the scene instead of condensing into a paragraph in the bio. I hope that's okay.


Looking over your application right now, it's decent except I'd like to clarify something. The reason why I asked for at least a paragraph in the personality section is because it'll help me tailor the story for characters. If you would kindly do so, I'll be happy to accept it and give you permission to port it over to the CS tab. Thank you for your consideration!
Room for one more?


Sure thing! Feel free to apply.
Ronan had Morgan's back this time. He fired a quick shot at the Saurian that Morgan was engaging after the enemy readied a weapon. The Saurian was shot in the back, just in time to give Morgan opportunities to recover. The force of the buckshot was enough to knock the already heavily-injured Saurian down on its stomach. Morgan was free to stab the body to ensure the Saurian's death.

Thanks to Angeline's intervention and Tanya's barrage, the ambushing Saurian that attacked the Canadian bombardier took cover by a thick tree. Shahab attempted to flush out said Saurian with a grenade. "Frag out!" Shahab launched the grenade to the Saurian's position, yet it turned out to be a dud.

Laleh was ready to fire a dart to temporarily heal injured operatives, but Ronan radioed to the two siblings to provide suppressive fire on the Saurians from behind. Shahab focused on the Saurian that attacked Santiago as it was out in the open. "Say goodnight, lizard!" Laleh aimed against the Saurian in cover, yet had difficulty against it as her rifle wasn't penetrating. Shahab managed to get the other Saurian to duck and cover, but it turned out they had tricks up their sleeves.

"I heard that!" The ducking Saurian retaliated against Shahab by throwing a grenade. The grenade revealed a nasty surprise. ZAP! Shahab took the brunt of it, convulsing as if he had a seizure. Thinking quickly, Laleh fired a dart to his hip, pumping him full of adrenaline, painkillers, and hemostatic agents just in case of internal bleeding. Fortunately, this was key in preventing Shahab from going out cold. Both hunkered down in new cover after the grenade attack, quickly reloading to provide more firepower.

The Saurian in cover screeched out to its compatriot to use real weapons and to go lethal. "You'll never take us alive!" The covered attacker attempted to draw fire from its compatriot by using potshots and suppressive fire against the closest Griffin operatives. The remaining two Saurians knew they were outnumbered by the operatives, but were determined to give it all they got to make them regret the raid.

While the Saurian that engaged Shahab and Santiago was the most dangerous opponent so far, that particular Saurian wasn't a leader. RT-07E5's shot revealed who led the convoy. A seemingly normal-looking humanoid was deep in cover, using communication equipment to request reinforcements. "We're being attacked by active insurgents, send reinforcements!" Despite the frantic tone of voice, it would be a while before EE could get a bead on the location for sending reinforcements.

The EE on the other line merely responded with, "Just hold the line as best as you can! Reinforcements will take a long time to trace your remote location." The leader's face sunk as a new sense of urgent self-preservation took over. Directing a mass of four robots and six clones against the operatives, he hoped the cannon fodder would provide a distraction as he scampered for cover.
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Seamus was confident in dealing with aquatic settings. One snippet he learned about terrain is that it could make it or break it for battle. Tundra and water can help with keeping the NC cool. Fomorian benefited heavily from good placement too. What helps is that with heavy weapons, he could vary his ranges. The emergency melee weapon could help too if they get too close.

But good luck is needed for the enemies getting there. This is going to be a tough and decisive battle, but that's something his determination, bolstered will, and the luck of the Irish can easily handle. Hopefully his allies won't call him a leprechaun if it does happen. Fertilizer wasn't required...this time. Following his fellow squad-mates, the queen included, he sang a rebel song of his people.



Whenever and wherever he was deployed, he was ready to provide bombardments on enemy NC pilots. Vehicles were easy pickings in comparison from what he experienced. But NCs can provide quite a wallop. After all, they were a horse of a different color that needed different treatment. But Seamus was done with ruminating on his past engagements and thought he should boost morale with his rebel songs. As soon as he would be deployed with Fomorian, he radioed to Encarnación and the rest of his squad-mates, "Readying my weapons for engagement. I'll show them what the fighting Irish can do!"
Osamu looked human to some, but there was something off about him. Besides from his behavior, Seamus saw...imperfections. these didn't seem natural at all. But it didn't seem like a robot either. The Irishman saw nothing more than an abomination that was excreted out of a syringe. The mutant wasn't even born properly, let alone raised properly.

Seamus was the new arrival, yet even he could see wrongness in all levels about Osamu. The more he looked onto the vat-grown being, the more he didn't want to see. This was an affront to the laws of nature! After Osamu stopped talking, Seamus had to take a minute to recover his composure. His will to fight was bolstered from a desire to eliminate the mutant once and for all.

"I am not to be bargained with..." Seamus himself was familiar with the use of terror. Not negotiating with terrorists, the lad curtly shot down the offer and didn't even think that the artificial human would hold up his end. Turning to the Spanish queen, he said with a roused tone, "We're taking down that shit-from-a-syringe!"

Osamu should not have talked rot. While Seamus indirectly insulted his own leaders, he had bit of a disdain for artificial humans. Transhumans and posthumans were one thing to him, but vat-born beings? That was a horse of a completely different color in his opinion. God made men, but science made them equal. It's NOT the other way around!
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