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Vanishing Kingdom recruitment (update: pending full)

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Vanishing Kingdom recruitment (update: pending full)

I'm also interested if this is still open! Was curious to how fast you guys expect posts as well, I'm not the most rapid of writers so I don't want to keep people hung up and waiting

Falling Skies: Reboot ver 2

Ingram cursed, as he brought the Sparrowhawk closer to the ground, ducking out of the way of a volley of autocannon shells. The Coalition mechs weren't within visual range, but just as it didn't stop the 7th from shooting at them, the foliage didn't stop the enemy from shooting back. Coalition cannon shells flew through the treeline, sending spear-sized chunks of wood and splinters flying as they slammed into and exploded against the massive trees surrounding them. Shards of wood and shrapnel buffeted the Sparrowhawk as it juked and weaved through the treeline. The recovery team as well were showered by wood shards as they pushed their way through the treeline, though most of the pieces were ineffectual and bothersome at worst.

All the while the squadron was harried endlessly by stray riverdrakes. Most of the pack at this point had thinned out, and were contending with both Coalition forces as well as the 7th, but the occasional drake still jumped out of the forest to take a nip at the smaller mechs in the pack. Ingram dropped the Sparrowhawk out of the sky, allowing the weight of his machine to land fully on a riverdrake that strayed too close to the Princess’ commandeered MAS. The rest of the 7th was already forming around the princess’ MAS as the two elements linked up. Pips had been the point of contact for the princess and the 7th thus far, and had been instructing her to stay safe within their unit and to get on the Roanoke as soon as it came within sight. The princess however must have had other ideas.

"Negative, Kolibri! This MAS is still healthy and able to fight! You're in less of a position to cover the retreat. You will make the first bound to the ship, I will use the AAT-9's shields to cover your advance. Please don't argue this..."

Ingram scowled, not entirely surprising- the Royals were all given an extensive military education as a part of their upbringing, and being so young, Ingram might’ve understood how gung ho the princess was- but not when their lives were the ones at risk. This wasn’t a fantasy and they weren’t heroes, this was real and they were currently running for their lives. Still, Ingram managed to keep his voice composed and even as he keyed the comm.

”Sorry Sunray, it doesn’t work like that.” Ingram’s voice crackled through, a small wash of static carrying through his clipped voice. ”The rest of the 7th is covering us- the faster we get you on the ship, the faster we all get out of this jungle. ”

The princess might well have been a capable fighter- if they were in a more desperate position, Ingram probably would’ve welcomed the fighting spirit. But as it were, they weren’t here to fight. The 7th didn’t know the princess, they didn’t know how to fight with her, it didn’t do anyone any good to have the princess out on the fighting line. As if to punctuate his point, the Sparrowhawk stomped down on the writhing riverdrake underneath it, its arm cannon spinning up to fire a burst of shells into its head as its armored helmet turned to look at the Helheimr.

”Sunray goes in first, followed by Pips and Grizz. No arguing.” Ingram directed, an armored hand pointing them in the direction of the ship.

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The last few miles to the ship was a rush, the 7th pulled back as rapidly as their heavier units would allow. Ingram flew above, directing fire as they fell back- Coalition patrols were outside of visual range, but still deigned to return fire as autocannon shells and missiles crashed around them. A steel plated beacon in the storm, the Roanoke itself was already firing its weapons by the time the squadron got into visual range of the vessel, mass drivers and plasma cannons flashing as they fired into the woods around them, scorching stone, wood and metal alike. The Roanoke’s hangar doors were already open and waiting as the 7th and their charges splashed through the sapphire lake.

Drakes and Coalition patrols be damned, the 7th broke for the open hangar doors as the Roanoke delivered withering volleys of fire around them. The water around the ship was already rippling and forming into waves as the engines of the Roanoke began spooling up, ready to take the ship into the sky and back into orbit. Technical crews were already waiting for them as they quickly waved and directed mechs into bays.

The Sparrowhawk, being flight-capable, was one of the last ones into the hangar. In the event that the ship needed to take off before everyone was loaded in, the Sparrowhawk could still fly into the hangar as the Roanoke flew. Stomping the last few steps into the remaining hangar bay, Ingram spooled the mech down and pushed open his cockpit as he keyed his comm.

”Medical to the hangar,” Ingram said, his voice echoing across the ship as he grabbed the edge of his cockpit, steadying himself as the Roanoke took off into the sky- harried by enemy fire all the while. Rumbling from a combination of stray enemy fire and turbulence, the Roanoke propelled itself from the surface of the planet into low orbit. Ingram swapped his comms to the command channel. He spoke for a moment before abruptly switching back to the crew channels.

”Medical team belay that, all hands brace!”

Ingram threw himself back into the seat of his cockpit and grabbed the seat’s roll bars. The Roanoke had barely reached low orbit when it activated its Kearnsky-Fuchida Warp drive and propelled itself and its unwitting crew into FTL space. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, a second felt like a minute, and Ingram felt his stomach dropping- not unlike the sensation of being inside an elevator- the entire time. Moments later, everything snapped back to real time and Ingram jerked forward, almost falling out of his cockpit. He shook his head and shuddered, they were now in FTL space- the familiar rocking and rattling of space ‘turbulence’ against the hull filling his ears.

”Okay, now medical to the hangar.” Ingram sighed through the crew comms as he pulled himself out of the cockpit. They were in the clear- for now.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Gabriel Rivera

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First impressions were everything: Gabriel was once told during his childhood, as he trained and was molded for his current station. Though it occurred to Gabriel just now that when he was told that, he didn't realize at the time that first impressions were a two way street. His first impressions of the humans aboard the Xuanzang were... less than stellar to say the least. The ship was a mess- unlike the clean and regulated corridors of the Confederacy's vessels. The Captain was polite and pandering on one hand and passive aggressive in the other, neither quality Gabriel was too fond of, better to be decisive and direct when in a position of leadership.

The two star marines- Ashton and Flame however, were the worst by far. Without so much as even telling him their names, they let him know that they were participated in the destruction and bombing of House Salakar. While Gabriel's face remained ever calm and impassive, he felt a twinge in a vein on his head, and his eyes narrowed. The ship's first mate tried to smooth things out as best he could, apologizing for their lack of tact. Gabriel looked at Doruva, muttering a pre-emptive apology in Kanasurii before turned back to them, and merely shrugged.

"I speak for myself in this:" He clarified coldly, his thick accent clouding his words slightly, "There is no need to apologize to me, for the burning of bridges that were never there in the first place. I'm sure your 'redemption' will do nothing for the billions of innocent lives lost on Salakar."

Gabe turned to a taller Star Marine- she was older than the other two, closer to his age. She had made a joke about it being rude to whisper in foreign languages. She at the very least seemed more mature and collected. While Gabriel wasn't too fond of the other two 'first mates', he forced himself to reconcile with the fact that the Star Marines weren't really given a choice in what they did, and that they all probably weren't that bad. He offered the red-headed Star Marine a small, wry smile.

"Its also considered impolite to eavesdrop on personal conversations." He countered, though the hard edge his voice had taken when talking to the other two had softened and was replaced with a more even tone. Gabriel raised an interested eyebrow as the redhead then went to explain why they- the diplomat, Master Doruva and himself were allowed access to the ship's kitchen, thanks to the Captain and her other two 'first mates'. The entire ship's rations were being cut due to the actions of a few of them apparently.

Another Star Marine appeared seemingly out of the woodwork to complain as well. Gabriel's face remained even and still, hiding some measure of surprise- one moment there was nothing, and then he seemingly appeared out of nowhere. At the very least an impressive display of smoke and mirror. It merely reinforced that the Star Marines were dangerous. At least some of them seemed to have their head on straight. Though the new Marine's comments on the first mate also brought some concerns to light as well.

"Correct me if I am misunderstanding the language," Gabriel murmured, "A member of leadership committed a mistake, and as a result the crew at large is punished?" Gabriel shot a look at the shuttle and sighed- it was already leaving and returning to its Kanasurii mothership. Too late for them to jump ship now. Gabriel resisted an urge to scoff. Such a thing would've never happened in a House Aoshen unit. House Aoshen knew how to inspire loyalty in their subordinates, the Second Fangs- inspiring loyalty was a basic lesson in leadership, and somehow it wasn't present on the Xuanzang. The crew were arguing, disrespecting authority, and contradicting each other all within the first 30 minutes they'd even boarded the ship.

"A failure in leadership weakens the organization as a whole. To punish the subordinate for the failings of their superior only inspires a lack of trust and loyalty." Gabriel stated bluntly before walking back over to Master Doruva.

Monster Hunter World: Starfall

Purrcival

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Rolling his shoulders in his armor, Puurcival quickly made his way down to the geological research department to find Dr. Paeris Daelen. There wasn't a whole lot of people down here- most were busy eating and viewing the comet. Only a precious few were still stuck down here doing real work. Not that Purrcival could blame the others for wanting to take it easy- the comet came around once in a lifetime, for Felynes typically once in a few lifetimes, so it was expected that people would be excited.

Still, excitement didn't mean that he could shrug off work- in his paws, Purrcival was going over a supplies checklist for the Tailraiders, and what they'd need in order to support a blind foray past the Guiding Lands: Provisions, supplies, materials for field repairs, plenty of vigorwasp spray, materials to set up Tailraider survey points and forward bases, stuff like that. Most of the materials had already been located and pulled aside, they mainly just needed the good doctor to sign off on. Not to mention Dr. Paeris also wanted direct support from the Tailraiders for this one too- having one on the mission instead of just having a team on standby.

Purrcival pushed past the door into the Doctor's office, almost knocking into what appeared to be a small throng of hunters already gathered. "Woah, busy." Purrcival noted, as he pushed his way past the hunters, and towards where Dr. Paeris' desk sat.

"Right. Of course they're not here yet." Purrcival said with a sigh.

Looking behind and up for the first time since he'd entered the room, he found that the good doctor's office had filled with its fair share of hunters. It seemed at least four of them had registered for the mission. That meant at least four people he'd have to keep an eye on. Purrcival shrugged, shouldn't be too bad, at least a few of them looked like they could handle themselves.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Gabriel Rivera

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Gabriel wasn't entirely what to expect as the shuttle landed. He'd been given scant information on what exactly it was he was doing. Not that he needed much instruction- The Second Fangs acted largely independently. Their Aoshen Lords trusted that all of the Second Fangs' actions were taken to further the safety and prosperity of the House, and the Second Fangs never gave House Aoshen any reason to doubt their loyalty. Their exhange was a simple one, House Aoshen protected and provided for the village of Vera, ensured that all of its members were given proper education and a peaceful life, free from the stress of galactic conflict. In return, the humans of Vera trained the warriors of the Second Fangs to return the favor, ready to give their lives in the defense of House Aoshen, just as House Aoshen had done for them generations ago.

Gabriel had long distanced himself from the term 'human' ages ago. He might not have been a dragon, but he considered himself Kanarusii before he considered himself human. Humans were destructive, callous supremacists- or at least the Ascendancy was. Interesting, almost ironic, that if Gabriel had completed his training just a few years earlier, he might've been fighting these 'Star Marines', not helping them. More than one Second Fang had died when Master Doruva's team had been ambushed during the war. Though Gabriel's personal feelings towards them were not the lightest, Master Doruva had reminded Gabriel more than once that the children were victims of the Ascendancy as well. They were deadly, dangerous tools of war, but ultimately, they were just unfortunate tools- it was the Ascendancy that was pulling the trigger.

Still, Gabriel couldn't help but feel some measure of apprehension, unease, as they prepared to board a freighter that contained what would've been a ship full of deadly enemies a few years prior. Master Doruva didn't seem to share any such misgivings though, no, he seemed as cheerful as could be, as he almost always was. Exuberance was a perk of the Kanarusii's longevity, he recalled another Aoshen Lord telling him, unlike humans, Kanarusii lifespans exceeded theirs practically threefold. They literally had time to 'stop and smell the roses', as the human idiom went.

Gabriel perked up immediately as the shuttle shuddered to a stop. They'd landed. He snapped himself out of his thoughts immediately and stood. Time to meet these 'Star Marines' he'd heard so much about. Master Doruva stepped out of the airlock and onboard the Xuangzang, Gabriel trailing little more than a few feet behind him, an ash gray head of hair bobbing slightly, quickly stepping out from behind Doruva and taking a position a few feet off to his left and ahead of him. Even as Master Doruva met with the Xuangzang's representatives and introduced himself, Gabriel was scanning that area of the ship for potential threats, hidden corners that might hide a blade or rifle scope. Technically, everyone on board that ship was a potential threat- he had little knowledge on any of them save for their names and faces. Not everyone on the ship was a Star Marine, there were several older folk as well, likely crew of the freighter itself.

No one jumped at them, weapon in hand, no shots were fired, obvious attempts noted, so Gabriel reluctantly shifted to a more casual stance, allowing himself to stand up to his full height, and loosened his grip on the sheath of his weapon, allowing his hand to return to its resting place at his side. He didn't relax fully, but if this was all an elaborate trap, it hadn't been sprung.

"You might feel the temptation to be very formal, but no need! I think we should all be friends. Right, Gabriel?" Master Doruva said, finishing up his greeting- seemingly already aware of what Gabriel was doing as he called out to him. Gabriel grimaced slightly.

"Yes milord." Gabriel replied curtly, bowing his head slightly in Doruva's direction before turning to the rest of the welcoming party. He offered them a shorter, marginally less stiff bow."My name is Gabriel Rivera Aoshen. Thank you for welcoming us onto your ship."

Gabriel spoke with a thick Kanarusii accent, thicker than even Doruva's who at least had experience travelling to different cultures and observing different languages. Gabriel had no such luxury, and spent most of his life until this point well within Kanarusii space. His eyes flitted from one face to another constantly, his face was blank, but his eyes conveyed a combination of curiosity and suspicion at his surroundings.

"((I detect no immediate threats, Master Doruva.))" Gabriel reported quietly in Kanarusii, it seemed they were, for the moment, safe.

Falling Skies: Reboot ver 2

Ingram’s eyes shot to his monitors as the ping from Pip’s full echo suite filled them. Good news: Pips and Grizz were still alive, and they had found Sunray. Why and how Sunray made her way into a mech was a question that could be answered later. Bad news: Sunray and the Recovery team had been engaged by Coalition forces, and if the edges of Pip’s echo were to be believed, more were on the way. The rest of the Coalition forces in the area would likely be notified shortly, and they’d start closing in. They needed to move fast.

Ingram was about to open his comms to comment such, when his radar pinged. Or more correctly, information from Deadeye’s MAS pinged- they had contact. From his position at the back of the pack, he couldn’t see anything, but just a few hundred meters ahead of the 7th was a patrol of a few Fenrir IIs, backs turned- making their way towards the recovery team. Distance growing as the enemy mechs began sprinting towards the recovery team.

"Contact. Three Foxtrot twos, three hundred metres." Aleks pinged each target in succession as he came to a stop, raising his rifle. "The one on the left is mine. Lucky, Apples, new girl, take the centre target. Eyes, Boss, focus right hand target. Boss, once all three are KIA, take new girl and fly below the canopy straight to Pips and Grizz."

Aleks flicked on the ignition for his own flight engines and prepared to leap straight up a tree, his targeting computer predicting the sight lines from that vantage point and preparing firing solutions for the Longbow already.

"Make ready to fire on my mark."

His engines spooled up.

"Three, two-" there was a roar as the Yeoman-2 shot into the air, and Aleks latched on to a fork in the megatree's trunk, levelling his weapon against his first firing solution and charging the rail system.

"- one, mark!"

One of the Fenrirs might have noticed something was up, as one turned its head over the shoulder at the last second. Of course it was a second too late, as a savonite spear pierced through its upper back and through to its chest, pinning it to the jungle floor. Electronic signals from the Fenrir shut off immediately and the mech went limp as the spike punched clean through the cockpit and through its generator. The other two didn’t have time to get so much of a peep out in surprise before a flurry of autocannon, laser, and missilefire engulfed them in much more explosive balls of fire.

“On the move, Rookie lets go!” Ingram called curtly into his mic as the boosters on the Sparrowhawk flared to life. The Sparrowhawk leaped into the air, assisted by its powerful boosters, and shot forward, deeper into the treeline, his smart-AI tracing a trail through the trees for him to follow in real time. Trees whizzed by as the large machines shot through the dense foliage, smaller trees bent as the Sparrowhawk’s alloy frame plowed through the brush.

“Roger that!” Clara replied as the Peregrine formed up at a staggered distance from Ingram.

On the ground, the 7th was limited to the speed of their slowest walkers, but up in the air, the Peregrine and Sparrowhawk could close the distance in a fraction of the time. Ingram’s eyes whizzed back and forth between his monitor and the viewscreens as they rapidly closed in on the recovery team’s position.

“Keep an eye out for more- Shit!” Ingram cursed, breaking off at the last moment, as the trees in front of them exploded, Ingram catching the glimpse of a massive riverdrake’s tail as it snapped past them. The Sparrowhawk stalled in the air for a moment as Ingram rapidly scanned his monitors for signals. He barely managed to get his breath before he heard the crashing of trees again, the Sparrowhawk juking to the left as again the massive riverdrake bounded past, clenching jaws snapping at where the Sparrowhawk just was.

It seemed the sound of combat and movement must have disturbed the nest of a nearby pack of riverdrakes. Lizard-like creatures not too dissimilar to monitor lizards- but much larger and more aggressive, these creatures sported lifespans into the centuries, and never stopped growing in size. To make matters worse, they were more or less invisible to heat scans, forcing Ingram to rely on his already spotty radar system.

“Deadeye this is Boss, complications: There’s a large pack of oversized riverdrakes getting involved, I think Pips and Grizz are starting to look like lunch. Better move fast.”

The Sparrowhawk quickly waved the Peregrine forward, and they continued further onward to assist their stranded squadmates.

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Even as Abigail and Jakunta cleared out the immediate threat, it was clear that more were on the way. From the far edges of Pip’s full echo suite, before it cut out, Abi could spot at least 2 more patrols of Fenrirs closing in on their position. In the distance, they could already hear the crunch of metal limbs forcing their way through the heavy brush. More immediately however, the princess and the recovery team could also hear a foreboding hiss, as something unseen in the underbrush stalked the three pilots and their mechs.

Beady yellow eyes were the first to be seen, followed by the slinking, lumbering bodies lizards the size of minibuses pushed out of the brush. Flaps on the sides of their heads flared out as the riverdrakes continued hissing, three of them circling around the stranded mechs as they slowly began closer. In the distance, there was more gunfire, as a Coalition patrol must have ran into another pack of their own.

One of the lizards, finally deciding to make the first move lunged forward towards the fallen Kolibri, only for a flurry of explosions to ripple across its back, causing it to hiss and retreat back to the others. Overhead, the Sparrowhawk and Peregrine zoomed by.

“This is Boss, coming around for another pass.” Ingram called into the comms, as the Sparrowhawk spun around, “Start making your way north and link up with the rest of the 7th, we’ll cover you.”

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Gabriel Rivera

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Name: Gabriel Asher Rivera-Aoshen
Age: 19
Physical Description:
Gabriel is a rather tall young man standing in at six feet flat in height. Gabriel is rather thin, with a wiry and lean build not unlike that of an athlete- or at least one used to running and regular physical exertion. While not the bursting at the seams with brawn, Gabriel is in good fighting shape, and his body is sinewy and lithe. His eyes are a bright, piercing green, and his hair is dyed white, contrasting his mocha skin. Large tattoos stretch across his body, lining his arm, chest, back and neck with a variety of designs, both human and Kanarusian in nature. A variety of scars also dot across various parts of his body, and his right arm has been replaced by a cybernetic replacement, covered with matte black armor plates.

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Important items:

• Earring - A Cross shaped earring made of red jade. Utterly mundane, but a memento of his mother.
• Omni-tool - A Confederacy built omni-tool. Smart lenses worn on the eyes, and an earpiece allow Gabriel to utilize it hands free.
• Galactic Credits - 50,000 Galactic Credits. Not his, but an allowance provided by House Aoshen to pay for necessities: food, weapons, armor, repairs, housing and the like. Remaining balance is expected to be returned.
• Cybernetic Arm - An advanced cybernetic limb built by House Aoshen, many magnitudes stronger and more durable than a standard human arm of comparable size. The wrist and shoulder joints can rotate a full 360 degrees, and the armor plating can open up to reveal built in weapons. Modular, and the hand or entire arm can be removed for easy maintenance.
• Fiber-Optic Reflexes - A secondary cybernetic nervous system installed parallel to Gabriel's spine, when activated enhances Gabriel's already formidable reaction speed and spatial awareness, allowing him to essentially view his surroundings in slow motion. Automatically activates during moments of extreme duress, and has a rather harsh come-down effects.
• Second Fang Clothes - Humanoid clothing created by House Aoshen for their small clan of human servants. Nothing groundbreaking, but comfortable, durable, lightweight and utilitarian. The durable weave of these clothes don't make them bulletproof, but provide impact resistance from common hazards like falls and other minor scrapes.

Weapons and Armor:

• Second Fang Thermal Blade - A military grade combat blade built by House Aoshen. A plasma heated blade provides it with additional cutting power, allowing it to melt though hardened armor with relative ease. A hardened edge allows it to be used without the thermal edge. Well balanced, and light enough to be used in a single hand, but most effective with two.
• Equalizer Submachinegun - A plasma machine pistol made by House Aoshen for military use. Capable of semiautomatic and fully automatic firing modes. Compact enough to be held and fired in a single hand. Fitted with a laser sight and suppressor.
• Cybernetic Arm - A combat cybernetic built by House Aoshen, provides enhanced strength and speed, and armor plating allows it to resist small arms fire. Comes with attachment points for a variety of weapons that can be changed out as necessary. These weapons are powered by rechargeable/replaceable energy cells.
  • Kinetic Knuckles - Effectively a set of built in knuckle dusters, these tungsten plated knuckles provide a basic punch with an extra wallop.
  • Drakenbreath - Built into the base of the palm is a plasma powered flamethrower. Capable of reaching ranges up to 20 feet, the plasma cell allows for 20 seconds worth of fire. As a result, Gabriel often utilizes short half second bursts of flame to augment his melee combat.
  • High Tension Cable - Deploying from the bottom of the wrist, Gabriel can fire up to 50 feet of high strength cable, topped by a spiked grappling hook. While capable of causing physical harm, the cable is primarily meant for utility purposes.
  • Thermal Armblade - Deploying from the top of the wrist is a foot long armblade. A plasma heated blade increases its cutting power.
• Second Fang 'Felwyrm' Combat Armor - Confederacy built combat armor meant for humanoid infiltrators. Worn underneath outer clothing layers, the Felwyrm set features a protective combat vest, hardened facemask, armguards and greaves rated for limited amounts of small arms fire. Thrusters built into the boots provide enhanced speed, jump height and distance, but not flight capabilities. Masking technology built into the back hide the wearer from infrared detection, but doesn't provide visual concealment.
• Infiltration Kit - A small case containing a variety of gear necessary for infiltration. Inlcudes things like a set of binoculars, magnetic climbing gloves, small knife, flashlight, multitool, lockpicks, electronic lock spoofer, miniature plasma cutting torch, smoke bombs, ball bearings, twine, wire, zip ties, candy and a collapsible crowbar.

Spell List: - Gabriel is currently incapable of using magic, instead relying on a combination of technology and his own personal abilities to keep up.

Character Traits:

• Second Fang of House Aoshen - A prestigious title given to the certain human servants of House Aoshen. Through rigorous training to impart combat prowess, steel discipline and resourcefulness, the Second Fangs serve as personal bodyguards to the members of House Aoshen. Gabriel specializes in close quarters combat, and is adept in both a melee and point shooting at close ranges.
• Kinesthetic Adept - Gabriel possesses a sense a spatial awareness, depth awareness and reaction time well above that of an average human.
• Infiltrator - Quick, deft, and good at getting into places he's not supposed to be, Gabriel is talented scout and saboteur.
• Strong RBF - Despite his resting scowl, Gabriel is about as well meaning and warm as they come. Somewhat reserved and a bit of a wallflower when dealing with others, Gabriel is rather soft spoken and isn't used to interacting with those outside of House Aoshen. Although quiet, Gabriel is neither meek nor timid, and holds a fierce loyalty to House Aoshen.

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Short Bio:

Vera Village & Second Fang Origins

Before Gabriel was born, his people came from a group of family run merchant vessels. A part of a small fleet of family run trade ships, these merchant vessels were part trader, part nomad, and generations of traders and travelers were born and died on these ships. Gabriel probably would've grown up to be a trader like his parents, trading goods between Ascendancy and Alien worlds, as a subsidiary to one of the Windsor Autonomous Fleets many trading companies.

However, not everything was meant to last, and the small trading fleet were attacked by a group of pirates, eager to plunder what was more or less a helpless convoy of ships far from any Ascendancy defenders. After a short fight, resulting in the loss of a third of the fleet's ships, the nomad traders fled, crash warping in various directions to avoid capture and destruction.

The several of the trading fleet's ships were ejected into what is now known as Kanarusii space, chased after by several pirate ships. With their ships crippled and unarmed, the pirates swooped in for the take, but were thwarted by the appearance of Kanarusii defenders from House Aoshen, who quickly destroyed the attacking pirates. With their ships effectively dead in space, and with no real idea where they were, the remaining survivors of the trade fleet were effectively doomed. Seeing their current predicament, with much reluctance and grumbling from several, the Kanarusii of House Aoshen brought the survivors to one of the more secluded colonies along the edge of Kanarusii space.

Closely watched and supervised by the Kanarusii, the survivors of the trading fleet formed the small village of 'Vera', named after one of the surviving ships and effectively became indentured servants of House Aoshen. While there were some growing pains, the human residents of Vera were eventually integrated into House Aoshen, their small size and ability to learn and use technology proving convenient to perform work the Kanarusii couldn't as easily do due to their larger size. The citizens of Vera also served as a jumping point for the Kanarusii to begin their infiltration of human societies.

As their service to the Kanarusii of House Aoshen continued, several humans were picked out for their physical abilities and temperament, and were trained and forged into the Second Fangs, an elite warrior caste of humans dedicated to serving and protecting the interests of House Aoshen above all else. To be chosen to join the ranks of the Second Fangs is considered an honor in the village of Vera, and it has become tradition for every child upon turning 10 to be presented to a representative of House Aoshen for consideration. Those that are selected undergo vigorous training to impart physical strength, spiritual and mental discipline.

Gabriel was born in the village of Vera, a small, but technologically advanced farming community on the edges of Kanarusii territory. A second generation child born in the village, Gabriel didn't have any direct memory of how Vera came to be, but grew up on stories and tales of the dragonlike Kanarusii and how they rescued the people of Vera from sure destruction. Gabriel's childhood was simple and safe- if a bit boring, and spent most of his younger years running around with other children, and watching the occasional Kanarusii visit their village.

When Gabriel turned 10, he was one of the few children from the village selected to become a Second Fang. The Kanarusii of House Aoshen took Gabriel and a few other children to a world closer to the core of Kanarusii space, where they underwent training for the next several years, with a week every other month provided to return home to rest and visit family. While never the strongest or the fastest among his training group, Gabriel made a name for himself as one of the most resourceful candidates.

When the war with the Ascendancy started, and House Salakar was wiped out, Gabriel was shocked, and amongst one of the first to renounce his humanity and begged for a chance to fight back. However, since he was still young and in training, he was denied as the first Kanarusii war parties set out. Steeling his resolve, Gabriel put his all into training, and quickly caught the eye of several House Aoshen trainers. When a training accident more or less rendered his right arm useless, several members of House Aoshen sponsored his treatment and replaced his arm with an advanced cybernetic as a reward for his dedication to their cause.

The war ended before Gabriel had a chance to fight- just after he completed his training. The horrors of what the Ascendancy had done were appalling, and only served to vindicate his anger. All was not lost however, Gabriel's chance would come as the Lords of Aoshen hand picked him and a select few others to join a certain rebellion. Tasked with protecting the members and interests of House Aoshen, Gabriel left home, ready to prove that the trust given to him was not misplaced.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Gabriel Rivera-Aoshen

Gabriel Rivera

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Name: Gabriel Asher Rivera-Aoshen
Age: 19
Physical Description:
Gabriel is a rather tall young man standing in at six feet flat in height. Gabriel is rather thin, with a wiry and lean build not unlike that of an athlete- or at least one used to running and regular physical exertion. While not the bursting at the seams with brawn, Gabriel is in good fighting shape, and his body is sinewy and lithe. His eyes are a bright, piercing green, and his hair is dyed white, contrasting his mocha skin. Large tattoos stretch across his body, lining his arm, chest, back and neck with a variety of designs, both human and Kanarusian in nature. A variety of scars also dot across various parts of his body, and his right arm has been replaced by a cybernetic replacement, covered with matte black armor plates.

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Important items:

• Earring - A Cross shaped earring made of red jade. Utterly mundane, but a memento of his mother.
• Omni-tool - A Confederacy built omni-tool. Smart lenses worn on the eyes, and an earpiece allow Gabriel to utilize it hands free.
• Galactic Credits - 50,000 Galactic Credits. Not his, but an allowance provided by House Aoshen to pay for necessities: food, weapons, armor, repairs, housing and the like. Remaining balance is expected to be returned.
• Cybernetic Arm - An advanced cybernetic limb built by House Aoshen, many magnitudes stronger and more durable than a standard human arm of comparable size. The wrist and shoulder joints can rotate a full 360 degrees, and the armor plating can open up to reveal built in weapons. Modular, and the hand or entire arm can be removed for easy maintenance.
• Fiber-Optic Reflexes - A secondary cybernetic nervous system installed parallel to Asher's spine, when activated enhances Asher's already formidable reaction speed and spatial awareness, allowing him to essentially view his surroundings in slow motion. Automatically activates during moments of extreme duress, and has a rather harsh come-down effects.
• Second Fang Clothes - Humanoid clothing created by House Aoshen for their small clan of human servants. Nothing groundbreaking, but comfortable, durable, lightweight and utilitarian. The durable weave of these clothes don't make them bulletproof, but provide impact resistance from common hazards like falls and other minor scrapes.

Weapons and Armor:

• Second Fang Thermal Blade - A military grade combat blade built by House Aoshen. A plasma heated blade provides it with additional cutting power, allowing it to melt though hardened armor with relative ease. A hardened edge allows it to be used without the thermal edge. Well balanced, and light enough to be used in a single hand, but most effective with two.
• Equalizer Submachinegun - A plasma machine pistol made by House Aoshen for military use. Capable of semiautomatic and fully automatic firing modes. Compact enough to be held and fired in a single hand. Fitted with a laser sight and suppressor.
• Cybernetic Arm - A combat cybernetic built by House Aoshen, provides enhanced strength and speed, and armor plating allows it to resist small arms fire. Comes with attachment points for a variety of weapons that can be changed out as necessary. These weapons are powered by rechargeable/replaceable energy cells.
  • Kinetic Knuckles - Effectively a set of built in knuckle dusters, these tungsten plated knuckles provide a basic punch with an extra wallop.
  • Drakenbreath - Built into the base of the palm is a plasma powered flamethrower. Capable of reaching ranges up to 20 feet, the plasma cell allows for 20 seconds worth of fire. As a result, Gabriel often utilizes short half second bursts of flame to augment his melee combat.
  • High Tension Cable - Deploying from the bottom of the wrist, Gabriel can fire up to 50 feet of high strength cable, topped by a spiked grappling hook. While capable of causing physical harm, the cable is primarily meant for utility purposes.
  • Thermal Armblade - Deploying from the top of the wrist is a foot long armblade. A plasma heated blade increases its cutting power.
• Second Fang 'Felwyrm' Combat Armor - Confederacy built combat armor meant for humanoid infiltrators. Worn underneath outer clothing layers, the Felwyrm set features a protective combat vest, hardened facemask, armguards and greaves rated for limited amounts of small arms fire. Thrusters built into the boots provide enhanced speed, jump height and distance, but not flight capabilities. Masking technology built into the back hide the wearer from infrared detection, but doesn't provide visual concealment.
• Infiltration Kit - A small case containing a variety of gear necessary for infiltration. Inlcudes things like a set of binoculars, magnetic climbing gloves, small knife, flashlight, multitool, lockpicks, electronic lock spoofer, miniature plasma cutting torch, smoke bombs, ball bearings, twine, wire, zip ties, candy and a collapsible crowbar.

Spell List: - Gabriel is currently incapable of using magic, instead relying on a combination of technology and his own personal abilities to keep up.

Character Traits:

• Second Fang of House Aoshen - A prestigious title given to the certain human servants of House Aoshen. Through rigorous training to impart combat prowess, steel discipline and resourcefulness, the Second Fangs serve as personal bodyguards to the members of House Aoshen. Gabriel specializes in close quarters combat, and is adept in both a melee and point shooting at close ranges.
• Kinesthetic Adept - Gabriel possesses a sense a spatial awareness, depth awareness and reaction time well above that of an average human.
• Infiltrator - Quick, deft, and good at getting into places he's not supposed to be, Gabriel is talented scout and saboteur.
• Strong RBF - Despite his resting scowl, Gabriel is about as well meaning and warm as they come. Somewhat reserved and a bit of a wallflower when dealing with others, Gabriel is rather soft spoken and isn't used to interacting with those outside of House Aoshen. Although quiet, Gabriel is neither meek nor timid, and holds a fierce loyalty to House Aoshen.

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Short Bio:

Vera Village & Second Fang Origins

Before Gabriel was born, his people came from a group of family run merchant vessels. A part of a small fleet of family run trade ships, these merchant vessels were part trader, part nomad, and generations of traders and travelers were born and died on these ships. Gabriel probably would've grown up to be a trader like his parents, trading goods between Ascendancy and Alien worlds, as a subsidiary to one of the Windsor Autonomous Fleets many trading companies.

However, not everything was meant to last, and the small trading fleet were attacked by a group of pirates, eager to plunder what was more or less a helpless convoy of ships far from any Ascendancy defenders. After a short fight, resulting in the loss of a third of the fleet's ships, the nomad traders fled, crash warping in various directions to avoid capture and destruction.

The several of the trading fleet's ships were ejected into what is now known as Kanarusii space, chased after by several pirate ships. With their ships crippled and unarmed, the pirates swooped in for the take, but were thwarted by the appearance of Kanarusii defenders from House Aoshen, who quickly destroyed the attacking pirates. With their ships effectively dead in space, and with no real idea where they were, the remaining survivors of the trade fleet were effectively doomed. Seeing their current predicament, with much reluctance and grumbling from several, the Kanarusii of House Aoshen brought the survivors to one of the more secluded colonies along the edge of Kanarusii space.

Closely watched and supervised by the Kanarusii, the survivors of the trading fleet formed the small village of 'Vera', named after one of the surviving ships and effectively became indentured servants of House Aoshen. While there were some growing pains, the human residents of Vera were eventually integrated into House Aoshen, their small size and ability to learn and use technology proving convenient to perform work the Kanarusii couldn't as easily do due to their larger size. The citizens of Vera also served as a jumping point for the Kanarusii to begin their infiltration of human societies.

As their service to the Kanarusii of House Aoshen continued, several humans were picked out for their physical abilities and temperament, and were trained and forged into the Second Fangs, an elite warrior caste of humans dedicated to serving and protecting the interests of House Aoshen above all else. To be chosen to join the ranks of the Second Fangs is considered an honor in the village of Vera, and it has become tradition for every child upon turning 10 to be presented to a representative of House Aoshen for consideration. Those that are selected undergo vigorous training to impart physical strength, spiritual and mental discipline.

Gabriel was born in the village of Vera, a small, but technologically advanced farming community on the edges of Kanarusii territory. A second generation child born in the village, Gabriel didn't have any direct memory of how Vera came to be, but grew up on stories and tales of the dragonlike Kanarusii and how they rescued the people of Vera from sure destruction. Gabriel's childhood was simple and safe- if a bit boring, and spent most of his younger years running around with other children, and watching the occasional Kanarusii visit their village.

When Gabriel turned 10, he was one of the few children from the village selected to become a Second Fang. The Kanarusii of House Aoshen took Gabriel and a few other children to a world closer to the core of Kanarusii space, where they underwent training for the next several years, with a week every other month provided to return home to rest and visit family. While never the strongest or the fastest among his training group, Gabriel made a name for himself as one of the most resourceful candidates.

When the war with the Ascendancy started, and House Salakar was wiped out, Gabriel was shocked, and amongst one of the first to renounce his humanity and begged for a chance to fight back. However, since he was still young and in training, he was denied as the first Kanarusii war parties set out. Steeling his resolve, Gabriel put his all into training, and quickly caught the eye of several House Aoshen trainers. When a training accident more or less rendered his right arm useless, several members of House Aoshen sponsored his treatment and replaced his arm with an advanced cybernetic as a reward for his dedication to their cause.

The war ended before Gabriel had a chance to fight- just after he completed his training. The horrors of what the Ascendancy had done were appalling, and only served to vindicate his anger. All was not lost however, Gabriel's chance would come as the Lords of Aoshen hand picked him and a select few others to join a certain rebellion. Tasked with protecting the members and interests of House Aoshen, Gabriel left home, ready to prove that the trust given to him was not misplaced.

Innocence Lost - Continued Recruitment!

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