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While he was a hardened soldier and now an even harder entity composed of interstellar alloy, the Captain was puddy in the hands of Maxima. Rendered speechless by her forward approach, he thanked his lucky stars that Wonder Woman had given the go-ahead to deploy and bolted out of there just behind the Flash. Yet, he wouldn't be exactly with the scarlet speedster as the radioactive rambo was heading to a head-on collision with the grey gargantuan. The Captain maintained his distance at first, scanning the area for any potential hazards and injured civilians still on the scene before going in for close quarters combat.

Yet, the rash action of Union resulting in him getting thrown like a ragdoll prompted an immediate followup. Once again using his superior flight control and acceleration, the Captain went in for a pinpoint strike. However, almost out of pure instinct, Grundy had backfisted him at the perfect moment. A momentary lapse of consciousness had overwhelmed Corporal Adam Scott, with radio chatter about a plan being the last thing he heard. Sinking twice in one day into the abyssal depths of water is certainly a unique experience. However, the Potomac is nowhere as treacherous as the Atlantic; the river's relatively calm current would soon be atomically supercharged. As if a torpedo had just exploded, a huge torrent of water had erupted and within it was a pissed off Captain Atom.

"We won't need a group." he would state regarding his similarly dubbed ally's plan. Charging an energy barrier around himself, the Captain would run instead of fly towards Solomon Grundy this go around. With each step, he had slowly dug into the paved asphalt in order to ground himself in. This time, if the zombie struck him he'll most likely stay in the same spot but he had also hoped to grapple the undead ogre in place along with him so that the others would be able to blast him. This was his plan and now it was time for the execution.

"Better get here fast, Bloodwynd!" he would state, running into Grundy while trying to get him into a nelson grappling hold. While the sudden revelation of Giganta was somewhat unexpected, the mission had to come first.


Port Algec
Personnel Facilities > Briefing



While the jeep he had signed out had boar blood covering the backseats, Roose took solace in two facts. The first was that the credentials he had used to sign out the vehicle was in fact one of the cooks details for after all they're the ones who agreed to enable his side trek throughout the Iberian countryside. Secondly, a good rinsing would probably get it all out or at the very least the smell. After all, a quick shower with soap and changing into his combat suit had gotten rid of the stench. Surely it'll be the case for the upholstery and, more importantly, his jacket. Dear lord, did he hope that the smell would be gone after a few cycles in one of the on-site washing machines. Unfortunately, before he could find out, the call to arms had been signalled. Roose will just have to wait and see after coming back from space if his beloved will still be in one piece.

As per his commanding officer's instructions, Roose walked to the briefing room like the rest of the crew instead of enjoying the luxury of driving. It was fun while it lasted but the upcoming mission was an adventure unto itself. The assembled military personnel were seemingly ecstatic as well, with those near the front catching Roose's attention as they hollered at Tyr. Seeing as they were already acquainted, he would once again sneak up behind Tyr and listen in on the conversation he was having with, what he can only assume to be, the commander's pals.




“We both can talk. We just don't think you're worth the time."
Seiichi Cepheid, on behalf of his co-pilot

Personal Dossier

Name
Seiichi Cepheid

Age
18

Gender
Male

Origin
Oppnaris, Kapteyn's System

Appearance
The dim light of the ancient Kapteyn's Star leaves the inhabitants of its system with a paler pigmentation when compared to those living under more vibrant suns. Yet, Seiichi's flawless complexion is unlike most others on his planet as he has never had to work manual labour a day in his life. Born in the upper class of a planet named after hope, he has always been swaddled in hand-woven, loose-fit blouses dyed to match his hair as a symbol of his opulence. On top of that his full wardrobe includes all the bells and whistles: silk pyjamas with his initials embroidered on the lapel, three-piece designer suits constantly adjusted by a tailor before every major event, and even literal bell and whistle accessories that dangle on his sides.

In most physical metrics, he is the definition of acceptable though he is conscious of his height of 5 feet and 6 inches. While he can't do much about that, his consistent routines of calisthenics have given him a somewhat lean yet durable build to withstand the stress of piloting his assigned Valkyrie.

Personality
Seiichi might seem sombre, guarded, and cold to strangers. Coupled with his innate lack of respect for niceties due to his upbringing around duplicitous socialites, he leaves quite a stand-offish first impression. While this is definitely true even for his friends, once he opens up, they also know that he is quite supportive, empathetic, sanguine and just a bit indolent. There is only one perplexing aspect of his personality and it's that he is actually quite impatient though it only manifests in short verbal quips he delivers with a lethargic lack of enthusiasm.

With all of this in mind, Seiichi is most comfortable when he in the sanctity of his personal quarters by himself, gazing at his ceiling while recordings of old tango music quietly play in the background. However, he doesn't dance to the music. In his dreams, he is the artiste creating the composition which live on in the hearts and minds of others.

Background Information
When the first colonists had arrived on the planet previously known as Kapteyn B, they had made the promise that hope and opportunity would always be available to those that called it home. However, as time passed, it became clear that the tremendous potential of the star system capital would never be realized as they wasted away due to economic stagnation caused by corruption, ineptitude, and nepotism. The upper ruling class were content as their land holdings generated enough wealth to keep them afloat, though never to the extent of those in more prosperous planets. To no one's surprise, it would be the working class that bore the burden of this grandiosity. A tale as old as time, no matter where one grows up in the universe.

Yet, this fragile facade of peace within their society would fracture the moment the Ascendancy arrived within the system. The endemically corrupt elected government had been overthrown in a coup before a single invading soldier had landed on their soil. In its place though was a political machine with a fresh coat of paint but all the same cogs running it underneath, eager to accept the conquering force with open arms. Granted, a few figureheads were executed but it had worked tremendously as a patriotic frenzy rejuvenated the spirit of Oppnaris under the banner of jingoism. While the common folk had not broken free from their chains, they could now blame their enemies in the Confederacy for their failings.

Seiichi would be born into this environment as the son of a provincial finance minister. While the title does not sound prestigious at first, it basically meant that they were free of ration laws and could access illegal markets with no consequence. Their embezzlement-fuelled estate gave every advantage Seiichi could ask for but a sense of unbelonging always made its presence known to him, with his childhood peers always giving him preferential treatment lest they be investigated by the state secret police. Ultimately, this drove him to pursue hobbies that did not require the presence of others, with music capturing most of his attention.

When whispers of a coming ceasefire had become common knowledge, pro-democracy military cliques had seized the organs of the state once more and restored the previous regime to the best of their abilities so that they may return to the Confederacy. They had promised fair elections when order is restored but instead they had brought about chaos and anarchy to society. The patriotic frenzy of its citizens had now given way to domestic terrorism as high profile politicians found themselves slain or abducted. The various thugs that acted as the state's official hit squads also turned to organized crime as their services were no longer needed in an official capacity. And of course, the economy continued to plummet as inflation rose faster than their currency could manage. These spectres loomed over everyone's head but Seiichi had found a way to not only escape the planet's plagues but keep face while doing so.

Hope and opportunity had come in the form of Taiyōtawa Academy's Project Valkyrie.

Attributes & Other Information

Coordinator Type
Tactical Coordinator

Coordination Profile
Awareness | ■■■□□
Composure | ■■■■■
Endurance | ■■□□□
Instinct | ■■□□□
Intellect | ■■■□□


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5'10"| 177 lbs | 17 | 2nd Year | Male


ERSONALITY
Well-meaning, easygoing, and a bit of an airhead. The young Kazu was quite popular among his classmates during his first year at Hinotori highschool. Even after a life-altering motorcycle accident, he still maintains his cheerful demeanour. However, there is an unignorable air of hush, distrust, and disgust from the people who have heard about his ill-fated encounter on that one summer night. The peers he once considered friends have started to pity or ignore him, frustrating Kazu to the extent that he has chosen to be by himself outside the classroom. Slowly, his ostracization from most school social circles is chipping away at his once bright outlook on life and turning it bleak.

RCANA
XII - The Hanged Man

ERSONA
Hell's Angel - a raw and wild expression of freedom which struggles against the bindings of societal expectations. In the mythos of Judeo-Christian religions, it is said that the angels that rebelled against the allmighty god Yahweh were cast out from heavenly Paradise and into the deep, burning infernos of Hell. Yet, the form of Kazu's Persona is not what a biblical angel is depicted as in any religious text. Instead, this psychological manifestation of power takes the motif of biker outlaws that the recent loner has recently found admiration for due to their self-reliance. Regardless, the Hell's Angel acts as the ever-present guardian of Kazuyoshi and as the personification of his unsung, obscured deeds.

KILLS
  • Speed Master - The devil blesses the open road as his messengers curse upon it. At the start of any encounter, Kazu instinctively casts Sukukaja on himself and raises his reflexes with the essence of speed.
  • Agilao - The fury of Hell is cast upon an unfortunate soul, dealing moderate Fire damage as their flesh is charred and their bones turned to ash.
  • Tentarafoo - As the Hell's Angel rushes to reap the roadkill designated by Kazu, it lets loose a ghoulish howl along with a dust cloud of brimstone. Those that live through this malicious mirage might be left in the wake of Confusion.

RANSFORMATION

EAPON

ISTORY
The current year IC wise is 2018, with the RP's starting date being April 9th (Monday).

ISC
I found the other thread on General first and posted my interest there but I'm good with Advanced too.
Gonna have to call it for me too. Just a series of unfortunate events have derailed my plans for the RP and it's killed my muse for it. I wish all of you good luck and thanks for the opportunity to join in.
Been itching for a good RWBY RP so count me in.


Port Algec
Mess Hall

@Phoenix347@Crosswire@veenknight343



As he plunged his silver fork to the center of his sliver of pork, Roose would take his other hand to steadily cut out the charred crust with its paired knife. The slices were precise and thin; it almost resembled the skill of a surgeon but definitely the frugality of a butcher. Besides that, he wasn't going to let burns ruin this perfect meal: both on his steak and on his lack of piloting experience.

"Well, Zakus practically pilot themselves." he would state diminutively after Skye's toddler comment, looking away and stuffing his mouth with cube cuts of meat afterwards. The kill count was impressive though, but not because of the amount itself. "You keep track, Carius Skye? No offence meant but I try not to remember the deaths of our enemies. It's taxing on the mind, specially as you look them in the eye in their final moments." The last morsel of his steak would soon enter the Roc's mouth, savouring it in its finality.

As Centurion Tyr continued the informal briefing, Roose would simply nod along but the approaching figure could not be ignored. There he was in the flesh: The Lion. No man of Armen had not heard of the bravery displayed by the soldier-prince. Was it likely the efforts of propaganda that this was the case? Sure. Was Roose caught up in the hype? Most definitely.

"Your grace! We meet again! I mean, I personally didn't meet you but we served in the same front before in Armen." Roose would state with excitement in his voice, standing up to greet his fellow Carius. However, it occurred to him that such a talent wasn't the sole ace or leader on the team. "... Centurion, it seems you have quite the squadron assembled to serve under you." he would say with less enthusiasm as he turned to gaze straight into Tyr's eyes. Only one thought came to his inquisitive mind, which pecked at the undecided confidence he had in his Centurion.

The unparalleled bravado of Hesse, the unmatched intellect of Skye, and the unbridled pursuit of Tadmoore were under a boy's beck and call. Roose would look away, hopefully not arousing suspicion. There has to be a good reason why this young officer, who he did not know until about an hour ago, was their superior. Heck, there definitely was a ton of bad reasons why he felt this way: Anxiety, cold feet, maybe worms were actually in his steak cut that could manipulate someone's emotional state like in those old pulp comics they found in archaeological digs? Whatever the case was, he had to excuse himself. "Sorry to dine and dash, fellas and lady. Got to do some pre-launch prep, specifically dropping off my jacket to facilities since I got red on me." After a quick salute, Roose was out of there.

Upon exit he saw that the jeep was still there, blood and all.


Port Algec
Mess Hall

@Phoenix347@Crosswire



As Roose emerged from the kitchen, he had a wide smile on his face and his left thumb held high, thanking the kitchen staff for their kind consideration as he exited. "Gonna be ready in ten minutes guys!" he would yell across to Tyr and Skye before walking towards them. As he returned to to the table, he had just caught the tail end of Centurion Tyr talking about the Gols and how the soldiers fighting them got better food. His mood shifted, with his smile turning to a sour expression to signify this.

"Hardly any better, in my opinion. Was stuck north for the past couple of years guarding the sticks and all the non-canned stuff were fish or blubber. I mean, I can't track down pigs or bears in freezing waters!.. Believe me, I tried." After a quick dietary intake advisory, the Centurion then moved on to asking both of his subordinates about their piloting experiences. Of course, every soldier in the Imperial Army knew about Everin Skye so Roose had taken the initiative to upsell himself to his commanding officer, lest he be thought of to be a burden.

"I'm gonna tell it to you straight, sir. Officially, this will be my third sortie barring the training sims but those are pretty much glorified arcade machines. Also, all three of those sorties were routine checkups to make sure the Zaku's boosters were calibrated correctly. But hey, there's a reason why I'm on this team." he would state, before taking off one of his gloves. The brand on his hand retained its charcoal umber though Roose doubted anyone this side of the peninsula knew what it meant. He would place it on the table, pointing to it with his other hand as he continued to speak. "This is a mark to signify that I was from the Tadamur tribe, whom I fought for from my childhood years until civilization came. After His Imperial Majesty incorporated Anatolia under his rightful domain, I operated as an auxiliary that hunted down whatever was asked for by the Armen garrison, and I never once failed to deliver. Traffickers hiding in the shifting sands, smugglers operating in the cold desert night, runaways hoping to find an oasis in the mirage..."

Just then, a cook from the kitchen had arrived at their table with three meals. One of them was the well-done steak Skye had asked for, another one was also a well-done steak but with bits of rosemary spread on top. The third one was also a well-done steak. "And of course the most in demand bounty, that of nature's. Hope you don't mind, we really can't risk worms so I asked them to just really cook it all until charred. Anyway, where was- Oh yeah. Space might not have sand dunes to stalk prey from but I bet you we'll trap fools just the same."

Roose would then reach out for one of the steaks not covered in rosemary. He hated the herb.
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