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Introduction
Everywhere we go,Earth,Terra3,Calam,even when we're just drifting in space we can't get away from their reach.The United Galactic Federation acts like its can do shit about them but we all know who owns the universe.These corporations have extended their reach to cover at least entire solar systems and at most...well ever heard of Paragon machines®?Yeah.Galaxy wide corporation,cleaning up in the bio mechanical and the mechanical fields.Of course the Balliaxk corporation has cornered the market on the ODL (Omni Diagnostic Locator),having that strange discoloration on your hand as the nanobots integrate themselves into your system is worth being able to interface directly to almost anything mechanical.Kaufman Innovations has nearly taken over the agriculture business though that little spat the CEO had with his daughter is certainly going to be used against him.The entire world revolves around the money pouring down from the skies as the corporations rip each other new ones.They government has been overshadowed by the non stopping baying baying for money and everyone would rather give into their baying than overcome it.
They have taken over planets,converted them into giant factories or headquarters.They're immensely powerful but with power come enemies and with enemies come protection.The Armada of each company easily surpasses that of the U.G.F and the skill of each mercenary hired to work on the ships (otherwise known as a Scion) is much much greater than the average Metal Spawn created by the Federation.How do I know all of this?Why I work for them of course.Oh don't look so shocked I know my employers are a bunch of heartless bastards but they're RICH heartless bastards who know how to reward hard work.Plus,the P.D.M.S.S is one of the greatest ships I have ever had the honor to set foot on.So are you going to keep listening to an old man talk or are you going to sign the registration sheet and get on the ship already?
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As the brighter of you may have guessed this is a roleplay set in the far far far future and run by evil corporations(insert maniacal laughter here at a later date).Well run is a bit of a harsh word,the government still exists in the form of a barely functional ball of bureaucratic bull that can be simplified into this
Planetary council-Each planet elects a group of people who govern their planet as well as make decisions that affect the entirety of their respective solar systems.
Galactic council-A group of those in the Planetary council are elevated to Galactic council by vote from the Planeteries.They deal with everything that would effect the multiple solar systems that they have control over.
Quadrant council-A group which deal with their certain section of space whose ranks are determined by the Autonarchic who rules over the Quadrant council and is in turn chosen by the Emperor's circle,the elite of the elite and some of them even own AAA companies or are owned by AAA companies
Of course it's not this simple and actually trying to use the system will end up with you losing all faith in humanity and most likely shooting up a school.The real rulers here are the AAA companies.These fuckers own you more than you do.On their planets (just about EVERY planet) they have near absolute control and really the government is too stretched out trying to deal with its own corruption AKA the fat asses being paid by corporations set their Scions on the non fat asses in order to push out any semblance of purity that the poor fuckers managed to instill in the government machine.So we must live on corporation owned planets and work for corporation owned people and build corporation owned things just to scrape a living by until we die corporation owned deaths.Of course we could say fuck you to the corporations and go live somewhere else but of course who's going to listen to the one lone (and possibly deranged) man/woman/something else when the corporation comes in kills you and then colonizes the planet.Hell,I've done it before and let me tell ya,you don't stand a chance against us.
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Of course with such an influx of alien culture being injected into this roleplay it'd be only fair that I allow alien races and magick and kickass technology all in one epic ball of epicness.I'll start with the voodoo/Druidic/Alchemy magicks since those seem to be the hardest to come to grips with once you realize they exist.
VOODOO
Voodoo's not its real name(Voodoo should actually be Voodoun).In fact the only thing this style of magick has in common with voodoo is that ONE ritual involves the ground bones of your fallen lover.Though only ONE ritual throughout the hundreds and hundreds that Seialar Olaputom (It's original name) has it has been officially branded as voodoo by the human masses,a name which was rather enthusiastically taken up by the rest of the universe and by some of its new users as well.Voodoo works by to put it bluntly,bribing the universe.You conduct symbolic rituals and pray to reality and somehow it works.Logically it shouldn't work.Logically you should be wasting money and time setting up ridiculous ceremonies for nothing,but it works.I will need everyone who becomes a Voodoo magician to PM me before they try to make a ritual.Voodoo rituals aren't built for combat scenes and generally don't work with sudden and well defined strikes.All Voodoo cultists begin knowing up to four rituals (must be PMed to me first)
EX:Our resident Voodoo practitioner's boyfriend just broke up with her and intends to get him back so she breaks into his house and steals his favorite shirt,a lock of his hair and his high school MVP trophy for football.She takes a knife and carves giant holes in the shirt,burns his hair and then spreads the ashes and shirt over the trophy while chanting a plea to nature.The next week her boyfriend is mauled by a Juan-ji (Bear+octopus+vampire) during a football game.She will never know whether she did it (she probably did) or whether blind luck simply killed him.I hope you understand it now.It's mostly symbols and meanings mixed together and then worshipped with such fervor that reality feels bad for you and makes whatever you want happen...sometimes.
DRUIDIC
Of course for those who don't want to simply prepare and pray you can subscribe to the school of Druidic magic and gain your powers through the magick of circles.You see it everywhere you go,there's this...cosmic field floating around and Druids have found out how to tap into it.With circles.They burn arcane symbols surrounded in circles onto their palms and fire whatever the symbol speaks of.The roots of Druidic magic come from taking the symbols from Voodoo and directly channeling the cosmic power through them.The circles make it easier to control the output which is why most Druids decided to get the circles tattooed into their flesh and use markers to scribble the symbols in the circles.Of course if someone was to take a knife and cut that circle...boom.
There's also the chance that you could be drawing in a hurry and accidentally overstep the circle's boundaries in which case the spell simply won't work and you'll have to wipe it off and do it again.If there are any streaks in the circle from a past symbol and you try and draw a new one same thing happens.No magick for you.One of the main drawbacks in Druidic magick is that you can only control the universe in basic ways because you're still human.You can force a thin jet of flame from the tip of your finger but you can't make that same flame twist and turn for you unless the wind compels it.
EX:Our Druid buddy is in a gunfight in the middle of a coffee store.He ducks behind the counter and scribbles a quick magnetization spell on the palms of his hands.He rises and awaits the bullets;when they finally come only one of his spells works because the other crossed the boundary.So he gets shot in the leg (thankfully his B-gel armor stopped the bullet from doing too much damage) but his other hand manages to draw some of the bullets towards it and repel them,killing one gunman while wounding three bystanders because he can't control where he sends the bullets once he's blasted it.
ALCHEMY
Alchemy can do something that Voodoo and Druid magic have looked upon with envy for as long as Alchemy has existed.It can offer definitive COMPLEX results.Alchemy is the combination of two or more chemicals and the employment of the resulting mixture.Again the only thing that makes Alchemy magic is that it shouldn't work.Drinking a mercury and granite mixture shouldn't make your skin scab over and turn rock hard but again see Voodoo.Belief is capable to doing impossible things in this world and those impossible things often eradicate the possibility to do other things.In order for an alchemist's powers to work he must unerringly believe in alchemy and only alchemy.A Voodoo cultist can dabble in Druid magick and vice versa because they operate on the same principle.Coaxing the universe into twisting itself for them,alchemy skull fucks the universe until it screams uncle and lets you play with its toys.Again,must PM me about any recipes and you start off with three.
EX:Our Alchemist buddy decides to pour himself a nice bran juice concoction for his mid terms.He kills a few pigs and steals their brains for his mixture.He adds a bulb of garlic and some carrots for medicinal properties and gulps it down.It burns on the way down but it was worth it.He can see in three different spectrum of light,he can go gets AIDS and have it fade from his system (because of the garlic) and he can process complex equations in seconds.He spends the rest of the week throwing up.
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TECHNOLOGY
First of all,yes faster than light speed travel does exist and it works via Druidic magic and a BIGASS titanium sheet with these runes engraved across the surface (โค้ง ขนาด),in a circular pattern.Once activated the runes pick you out of the world and deposit you somewhere else.Imagine if the world was an ocean.The space flight rune pulls you out of the ocean and drops you somewhere else.It isn't instantaneous but seems nearly so.Around 400,000 light-years per nanosecond once out of the "ocean" we actually don't understand what the other place is but our best minds are working on turning it into a weapon because...what else are we going to do with it?In this shitty world it's all we can do to keep ourselves safe.Sometimes...when I look out the window and I see the rolling Martian land scape or hear the steady beats of the Them in Zoet I feel as though we've failed some test.Whenever I saw what my hands had wrought.How the world burned.How the atmosphere lit into a thousand iridescent colours as it burned and how my crew mates laughed and passed around bottles of cheap Cleak to celebrate a job well done and a life well ruined I just want to...everything we do on the corporate owned planets is legal unless we get our ODL signature taken away so there we're home free.We can do anything and get away with it...I can still hear them screaming at night.
The ODL is a handy little thing isn't it?Keeps track of all your everythings and....stuff.Look,I don't know exactly what the ODL does but I can assure you,it does everything.Want to check your stocks?ODL.want to call someone?ODL.Want to buy open your door?ODL MUTHAFUCKA.The ODL is a thin layer of nanobots that stick to your hand and give it a sort of glowing discoloration.The ODL can be programmed with certain "Keys" that link the bots up and add or detract information from them.For instance,say you want to unlock your door;you simply hold your ODL up to the door and the key in the door makes it open.Say your company is taking your special rights as a Scion (The people who work as the companies ears/eyes/hands/feet/pancreas/lungs/appendix,in other words your characters.) away from you.They simply activate one of the keys in a satellite,it locates your ODL signature and the key rescinds your rights as well as your ODL information,giving everyone everywhere a blank check to kill you and since you used to be a Scion a reason to do so as well.
As for guns?I'll just let you come up with your own because I know that anything I can think of (Strawberry shooting gun made of bamboo) you could probably make better (Strawberry shooting gun made of bamboo on fire).Same for armor although some armor is necessary unless you want to die right out from the first bullet.Any other miscellaneous weapons are also allowed (Electro shock gloves anyone?) as well as well just about anything you can give me a half decent explanation for that doesn't break my brain.So want a unicorn?You bought from a geneticist.Want to replace your eye with a bionic one that shoot rockets?Go ahead and do it.Everything is allowed some things are forbidden.
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Now that I've hopefully set the proper mood for the roleplay (read:now that you're full of soul crushing hopelessness.) I'm going to go a bit deeper into the plot.You are a Scion for Paragon machines,you're new recruits picked from the cream of the crop.Hundreds took the tests and hundreds failed.Only you were deemed worthy of joining the P.D.M.S.S (Paragon Domestic Machines Space ship) fleet on the P.D.M.S.S Maria,a brand new ship with a brand new crew and a brand new secret.You see Paragon Machines have ulterior motivations in staffing their new ship with the cream of their new crop and there's a reason none of you have had much luck in life before this.All of reality will be undone and you will travel to the center of the universe all because some faceless bastard wanted you to.Just like real life,but with guns.
If you're wondering why I'm not going to list any aliens well see the guns and armors section.As long as you don't start making the Ave version of the Reapers (Mass Effect) and add a bit of background to your race then we're cool.As for why I haven't been expanding on the technology or social structures of the world well...I know that if I do I'll have to end up painting myself into a corner so I thought it'd be best to simply make it up as I go along.
TO THE CHARACTER SHEETS
(I'd like to thank NeonWingedPhoenix for this sheet)
Alias:(what are they known by)
Age: (self explanatory)
Birth date: (Same)
Hometown: (Same)
Belief/Religion: (Same)
Titles/Honorifics: (Are they known for their quick blade,their ingenuity,their accuracy?)
Hobby: (What they do in their spare time)
Gender:
Class: (Are they the hacker of the group?The brute beast with shields that can take nuke without scuffing?)
Sub-Class: (something that they're not as good at but still pretty good.Are they the hacker with the cheese wire or the Brute with a minor in chemistry?)
Strengths: (Things they're good at)
Weaknesses: (Things they suck at)
Height:
Weight:
Build: (Lean and trim?Thick and stubby?)
Hair: (style and color)
Eyes: (shape and color)
Skin:
Handedness: (right or left?)
Scars:
Tattoos:
Basic Description: (Once you add all the other factors up,what is the finished product?)
Disabilities: (Scared of spiders?One leg shorter than the other?)
Primary Outfit: (What do they normally wear)
Most Prized Possession (Material Value):
Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value):
Likes:
Dislikes:
Goals:
Life's Ambition ( Single greatest goal ):
Fears:
Crippling Fear ( Single Biggest Fear):
Least Outspoken About:
Most Outspoken About:
Vernacular:
Mannerisms:
Psychological Condition: (Stable or the love child of Freddy Kruger,Jason Vorhees and Hannibal Lecter?)
Aptitudes:
Superstitions:
Morals:
Positive Characteristics:
Negative Characteristics:
Relationships:
Family:
Relatives:
Friends:
Social Pressures/Problems:
Other Pressures/Problems:
General Public Behavior:
Favorite Sayings:
General Philosophy:
Weapon Name:
Function:
Description:
Item Value:
They have taken over planets,converted them into giant factories or headquarters.They're immensely powerful but with power come enemies and with enemies come protection.The Armada of each company easily surpasses that of the U.G.F and the skill of each mercenary hired to work on the ships (otherwise known as a Scion) is much much greater than the average Metal Spawn created by the Federation.How do I know all of this?Why I work for them of course.Oh don't look so shocked I know my employers are a bunch of heartless bastards but they're RICH heartless bastards who know how to reward hard work.Plus,the P.D.M.S.S is one of the greatest ships I have ever had the honor to set foot on.So are you going to keep listening to an old man talk or are you going to sign the registration sheet and get on the ship already?
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As the brighter of you may have guessed this is a roleplay set in the far far far future and run by evil corporations(insert maniacal laughter here at a later date).Well run is a bit of a harsh word,the government still exists in the form of a barely functional ball of bureaucratic bull that can be simplified into this
Planetary council-Each planet elects a group of people who govern their planet as well as make decisions that affect the entirety of their respective solar systems.
Galactic council-A group of those in the Planetary council are elevated to Galactic council by vote from the Planeteries.They deal with everything that would effect the multiple solar systems that they have control over.
Quadrant council-A group which deal with their certain section of space whose ranks are determined by the Autonarchic who rules over the Quadrant council and is in turn chosen by the Emperor's circle,the elite of the elite and some of them even own AAA companies or are owned by AAA companies
Of course it's not this simple and actually trying to use the system will end up with you losing all faith in humanity and most likely shooting up a school.The real rulers here are the AAA companies.These fuckers own you more than you do.On their planets (just about EVERY planet) they have near absolute control and really the government is too stretched out trying to deal with its own corruption AKA the fat asses being paid by corporations set their Scions on the non fat asses in order to push out any semblance of purity that the poor fuckers managed to instill in the government machine.So we must live on corporation owned planets and work for corporation owned people and build corporation owned things just to scrape a living by until we die corporation owned deaths.Of course we could say fuck you to the corporations and go live somewhere else but of course who's going to listen to the one lone (and possibly deranged) man/woman/something else when the corporation comes in kills you and then colonizes the planet.Hell,I've done it before and let me tell ya,you don't stand a chance against us.
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Of course with such an influx of alien culture being injected into this roleplay it'd be only fair that I allow alien races and magick and kickass technology all in one epic ball of epicness.I'll start with the voodoo/Druidic/Alchemy magicks since those seem to be the hardest to come to grips with once you realize they exist.
VOODOO
Voodoo's not its real name(Voodoo should actually be Voodoun).In fact the only thing this style of magick has in common with voodoo is that ONE ritual involves the ground bones of your fallen lover.Though only ONE ritual throughout the hundreds and hundreds that Seialar Olaputom (It's original name) has it has been officially branded as voodoo by the human masses,a name which was rather enthusiastically taken up by the rest of the universe and by some of its new users as well.Voodoo works by to put it bluntly,bribing the universe.You conduct symbolic rituals and pray to reality and somehow it works.Logically it shouldn't work.Logically you should be wasting money and time setting up ridiculous ceremonies for nothing,but it works.I will need everyone who becomes a Voodoo magician to PM me before they try to make a ritual.Voodoo rituals aren't built for combat scenes and generally don't work with sudden and well defined strikes.All Voodoo cultists begin knowing up to four rituals (must be PMed to me first)
EX:Our resident Voodoo practitioner's boyfriend just broke up with her and intends to get him back so she breaks into his house and steals his favorite shirt,a lock of his hair and his high school MVP trophy for football.She takes a knife and carves giant holes in the shirt,burns his hair and then spreads the ashes and shirt over the trophy while chanting a plea to nature.The next week her boyfriend is mauled by a Juan-ji (Bear+octopus+vampire) during a football game.She will never know whether she did it (she probably did) or whether blind luck simply killed him.I hope you understand it now.It's mostly symbols and meanings mixed together and then worshipped with such fervor that reality feels bad for you and makes whatever you want happen...sometimes.
DRUIDIC
Of course for those who don't want to simply prepare and pray you can subscribe to the school of Druidic magic and gain your powers through the magick of circles.You see it everywhere you go,there's this...cosmic field floating around and Druids have found out how to tap into it.With circles.They burn arcane symbols surrounded in circles onto their palms and fire whatever the symbol speaks of.The roots of Druidic magic come from taking the symbols from Voodoo and directly channeling the cosmic power through them.The circles make it easier to control the output which is why most Druids decided to get the circles tattooed into their flesh and use markers to scribble the symbols in the circles.Of course if someone was to take a knife and cut that circle...boom.
There's also the chance that you could be drawing in a hurry and accidentally overstep the circle's boundaries in which case the spell simply won't work and you'll have to wipe it off and do it again.If there are any streaks in the circle from a past symbol and you try and draw a new one same thing happens.No magick for you.One of the main drawbacks in Druidic magick is that you can only control the universe in basic ways because you're still human.You can force a thin jet of flame from the tip of your finger but you can't make that same flame twist and turn for you unless the wind compels it.
EX:Our Druid buddy is in a gunfight in the middle of a coffee store.He ducks behind the counter and scribbles a quick magnetization spell on the palms of his hands.He rises and awaits the bullets;when they finally come only one of his spells works because the other crossed the boundary.So he gets shot in the leg (thankfully his B-gel armor stopped the bullet from doing too much damage) but his other hand manages to draw some of the bullets towards it and repel them,killing one gunman while wounding three bystanders because he can't control where he sends the bullets once he's blasted it.
ALCHEMY
Alchemy can do something that Voodoo and Druid magic have looked upon with envy for as long as Alchemy has existed.It can offer definitive COMPLEX results.Alchemy is the combination of two or more chemicals and the employment of the resulting mixture.Again the only thing that makes Alchemy magic is that it shouldn't work.Drinking a mercury and granite mixture shouldn't make your skin scab over and turn rock hard but again see Voodoo.Belief is capable to doing impossible things in this world and those impossible things often eradicate the possibility to do other things.In order for an alchemist's powers to work he must unerringly believe in alchemy and only alchemy.A Voodoo cultist can dabble in Druid magick and vice versa because they operate on the same principle.Coaxing the universe into twisting itself for them,alchemy skull fucks the universe until it screams uncle and lets you play with its toys.Again,must PM me about any recipes and you start off with three.
EX:Our Alchemist buddy decides to pour himself a nice bran juice concoction for his mid terms.He kills a few pigs and steals their brains for his mixture.He adds a bulb of garlic and some carrots for medicinal properties and gulps it down.It burns on the way down but it was worth it.He can see in three different spectrum of light,he can go gets AIDS and have it fade from his system (because of the garlic) and he can process complex equations in seconds.He spends the rest of the week throwing up.
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TECHNOLOGY
First of all,yes faster than light speed travel does exist and it works via Druidic magic and a BIGASS titanium sheet with these runes engraved across the surface (โค้ง ขนาด),in a circular pattern.Once activated the runes pick you out of the world and deposit you somewhere else.Imagine if the world was an ocean.The space flight rune pulls you out of the ocean and drops you somewhere else.It isn't instantaneous but seems nearly so.Around 400,000 light-years per nanosecond once out of the "ocean" we actually don't understand what the other place is but our best minds are working on turning it into a weapon because...what else are we going to do with it?In this shitty world it's all we can do to keep ourselves safe.Sometimes...when I look out the window and I see the rolling Martian land scape or hear the steady beats of the Them in Zoet I feel as though we've failed some test.Whenever I saw what my hands had wrought.How the world burned.How the atmosphere lit into a thousand iridescent colours as it burned and how my crew mates laughed and passed around bottles of cheap Cleak to celebrate a job well done and a life well ruined I just want to...everything we do on the corporate owned planets is legal unless we get our ODL signature taken away so there we're home free.We can do anything and get away with it...I can still hear them screaming at night.
The ODL is a handy little thing isn't it?Keeps track of all your everythings and....stuff.Look,I don't know exactly what the ODL does but I can assure you,it does everything.Want to check your stocks?ODL.want to call someone?ODL.Want to buy open your door?ODL MUTHAFUCKA.The ODL is a thin layer of nanobots that stick to your hand and give it a sort of glowing discoloration.The ODL can be programmed with certain "Keys" that link the bots up and add or detract information from them.For instance,say you want to unlock your door;you simply hold your ODL up to the door and the key in the door makes it open.Say your company is taking your special rights as a Scion (The people who work as the companies ears/eyes/hands/feet/pancreas/lungs/appendix,in other words your characters.) away from you.They simply activate one of the keys in a satellite,it locates your ODL signature and the key rescinds your rights as well as your ODL information,giving everyone everywhere a blank check to kill you and since you used to be a Scion a reason to do so as well.
As for guns?I'll just let you come up with your own because I know that anything I can think of (Strawberry shooting gun made of bamboo) you could probably make better (Strawberry shooting gun made of bamboo on fire).Same for armor although some armor is necessary unless you want to die right out from the first bullet.Any other miscellaneous weapons are also allowed (Electro shock gloves anyone?) as well as well just about anything you can give me a half decent explanation for that doesn't break my brain.So want a unicorn?You bought from a geneticist.Want to replace your eye with a bionic one that shoot rockets?Go ahead and do it.Everything is allowed some things are forbidden.
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Now that I've hopefully set the proper mood for the roleplay (read:now that you're full of soul crushing hopelessness.) I'm going to go a bit deeper into the plot.You are a Scion for Paragon machines,you're new recruits picked from the cream of the crop.Hundreds took the tests and hundreds failed.Only you were deemed worthy of joining the P.D.M.S.S (Paragon Domestic Machines Space ship) fleet on the P.D.M.S.S Maria,a brand new ship with a brand new crew and a brand new secret.You see Paragon Machines have ulterior motivations in staffing their new ship with the cream of their new crop and there's a reason none of you have had much luck in life before this.All of reality will be undone and you will travel to the center of the universe all because some faceless bastard wanted you to.Just like real life,but with guns.
If you're wondering why I'm not going to list any aliens well see the guns and armors section.As long as you don't start making the Ave version of the Reapers (Mass Effect) and add a bit of background to your race then we're cool.As for why I haven't been expanding on the technology or social structures of the world well...I know that if I do I'll have to end up painting myself into a corner so I thought it'd be best to simply make it up as I go along.
TO THE CHARACTER SHEETS
(I'd like to thank NeonWingedPhoenix for this sheet)
Alias:(what are they known by)
Age: (self explanatory)
Birth date: (Same)
Hometown: (Same)
Belief/Religion: (Same)
Titles/Honorifics: (Are they known for their quick blade,their ingenuity,their accuracy?)
Hobby: (What they do in their spare time)
Gender:
Class: (Are they the hacker of the group?The brute beast with shields that can take nuke without scuffing?)
Sub-Class: (something that they're not as good at but still pretty good.Are they the hacker with the cheese wire or the Brute with a minor in chemistry?)
Strengths: (Things they're good at)
Weaknesses: (Things they suck at)
Height:
Weight:
Build: (Lean and trim?Thick and stubby?)
Hair: (style and color)
Eyes: (shape and color)
Skin:
Handedness: (right or left?)
Scars:
Tattoos:
Basic Description: (Once you add all the other factors up,what is the finished product?)
Disabilities: (Scared of spiders?One leg shorter than the other?)
Primary Outfit: (What do they normally wear)
Most Prized Possession (Material Value):
Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value):
Likes:
Dislikes:
Goals:
Life's Ambition ( Single greatest goal ):
Fears:
Crippling Fear ( Single Biggest Fear):
Least Outspoken About:
Most Outspoken About:
Vernacular:
Mannerisms:
Psychological Condition: (Stable or the love child of Freddy Kruger,Jason Vorhees and Hannibal Lecter?)
Aptitudes:
Superstitions:
Morals:
Positive Characteristics:
Negative Characteristics:
Relationships:
Family:
Relatives:
Friends:
Social Pressures/Problems:
Other Pressures/Problems:
General Public Behavior:
Favorite Sayings:
General Philosophy:
Weapon Name:
Function:
Description:
Item Value:
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A robot designed by the Paragon Cooperation, its primary function to assist in the rituals of highly acknowledged Voodoo practitioners. An unfortunate miscalculation by Paragon left the bot with no personality locking devices.
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Alright then...wait, there's a character section? Ah, screw it, I'll go looking around, and I will update the things you asked me to. Should be done or well in progress by the time you read this...
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Rincewind, have you been working on a character? I figure you'll be making the captain? and a suggestion to those who create profiles, add bolds
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You should just copy paste it into the character section and I'm going to need some more background on your race.By birth date I meant month and day
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Hope this is where we post characters. Hope you like it, it was really fun filling out the char sheet :D
Alias: Reaper
Age: 17
Birth date: ? (You never told us the date...)
Hometown: Dragga, Riharia
Belief/Religion: Atheist
Titles/Honorifics: Nicknamed Agile, Volo (Latin for velocity), Flash, and 'Where the hell did he-*dies with a slit throat* ...you get the picture...
Hobby: Video games
Gender: Male
Class: Assassin specializing in close combat skills.
Sub-Class: Hacking. Has modified his gloves for...oh just look down at equipment/weapon.
Strengths: Fighting, hacking, speed hacking, sneaking, epic reflexes.
Weaknesses: Can't hold back speed wise, isn't as strong as your standard soldier, either.
Height: 5ish
Weight: 100lbs, give or take ten-ish
Build: Short and lithe. Not boney, you can see his muscles.
Hair: Wild brown, about six inches long
Eyes: Thin and silver
Skin: Tanned, islander tone. Is mistaken for Latino.
Handedness: Ambidexterous
Scars: Large scar over right eye, though no damage to the eye, running from just under his hairline to just beside his mouth. Hides with hair, most of the time.
Tattoos: Chinese symbol 'Luck' on right shoulder blade, 'Reaper' over his eye, running the line of his scar up, 'Letum' on both wrists, covered by bands, and a black tear under his left eye normally covered by a bandaid or something.
Basic Description: This kid is low to the ground, fast, and hard to catch even if you have twenty arms. When people who've fought him before see him coming, they hide or run, then realize running is stupid and hide.
Disabilities: Hates overkill smells. His nose is oversensetive, so this really hurts him.
Primary Outfit: Urban/Arctic camo combat jeans with all the extra pockets, fingerless gloves (weapon. Yes he carries them everywhere), black muscle shirt, trail running shoes, and a jacket the same design as his pants if it's cold. Also, a bandana over his scar/tattoo in that area.
Most Prized Possession (Material Value): Gloves. They rock, man.
Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value): The white bandana his sis gave him for his fifth birthday.
Likes: Violence, video games, free running, fighting, sleeping, tomboyish girls (There's no better girl for ya than the one that just beat the hell out of you)
Dislikes: Snobs, bitchy women, girly girls, pushy gay guys (only when he knows and they get too close to him, otherwise he's got a few gay friends) and bad smells. Perfume counts, trust me, when you get close enough, you can smell enough of the chemical content to alchemy some up...ew...
Goals: Get money, get a girl, go live somewhere where they can't get killed or arrested, call it a damn day and hit the bedroom hard.
Life's Ambition ( Single greatest goal ): Become the greatest fighter in the universe. Kidish, I know, but a kid can dream...
Fears: Again, bad smells. Also gets skiddish around rope, because being tied up is terrifying for him.
Crippling Fear ( Single Biggest Fear): Being completely helpless in the presence of any enemy...or anyone at all, for that matter.
Least Outspoken About: Politics. Too much to piss him off.
Most Outspoken About: Girls with guns...nuff said.
Vernacular: Riharian (Set of rapidfire gutteral noises, sounds like a thousand machine guns going off. No writen language)
Mannerisms: (You mean style?) Lazy.
Psychological Condition: Depends. Set him at home with some cannabis, he's there for days just laughing and chilling. Set him in a battlefield with any form of weapon, yeah, like Freddy, Jason, Hannibal, Jack the ripper, Wolfman, AND everything (human badass/alien/predator/predalien) from AVP on a caffine high.
Aptitudes: Ability to think in any form of thought...basically, the most unstable thought process in existance.
Superstitions: Quote, "Humans are idiots, Riharians are fight happy jackasses on a constant adrenalin high, and I'm the only dude in the universe with the right mind and enough weed not to care. Happy?"
Morals: Quote, "Morals? What's that? Hang on, need Google...'a system of conduct and ethnics that are...virtou...virtui...oh, virtuitous...nope, got nothing there. I get a job, I do the job. It can be mass murder or saving the kid Lassie saw down the well, it don't really matter to me 'long as I get paid."
Positive Characteristics: Cuts through the bullshit so fast con men can't work him at all. Will throw himself into a bunker full of enemy soldiers to save a teammate, though only if he needs them.
Negative Characteristics: Selfish, berserk in combat to an extent, brash.
Relationships: None.
Family: None living.
Relatives: None living.
Friends: Gets along with whoever he's forced to work with for a while, but never keeps in contact.
Social Pressures/Problems: Quote, "Screw presure, I got this plant with a special drug in it called 'Fuck it...'"
Other Pressures/Problems: See above.
General Public Behavior: Minds his business unless he sees a girl being assaulted, in which case he will kill someone. Otherwise, a little secluded, though within normal levels.
Favorite Sayings: Quote, "Give me a gun, a name, and a debatable price, and I'll bring you a dead man."
General Philosophy: Quote, "Life begins, life ends, I'm just one side of that cycle. I'm also the more feared side."
Weapon Name: Impact Gloves
Function: Many, actually. They can fasthack into a system, overcharge it to fry it, zap someone out, shock them into death, or explode with electrical and air pressure hard enough to bend steel on impact. They connect with the nanobots in the user's palm and work off of them.
Description: Just a set of fingerless gloves that look like they have a little too much paddingon the palms.
Item Value: Experimental, no set value.
Alias: Reaper
Age: 17
Birth date: ? (You never told us the date...)
Hometown: Dragga, Riharia
Belief/Religion: Atheist
Titles/Honorifics: Nicknamed Agile, Volo (Latin for velocity), Flash, and 'Where the hell did he-*dies with a slit throat* ...you get the picture...
Hobby: Video games
Gender: Male
Class: Assassin specializing in close combat skills.
Sub-Class: Hacking. Has modified his gloves for...oh just look down at equipment/weapon.
Strengths: Fighting, hacking, speed hacking, sneaking, epic reflexes.
Weaknesses: Can't hold back speed wise, isn't as strong as your standard soldier, either.
Height: 5ish
Weight: 100lbs, give or take ten-ish
Build: Short and lithe. Not boney, you can see his muscles.
Hair: Wild brown, about six inches long
Eyes: Thin and silver
Skin: Tanned, islander tone. Is mistaken for Latino.
Handedness: Ambidexterous
Scars: Large scar over right eye, though no damage to the eye, running from just under his hairline to just beside his mouth. Hides with hair, most of the time.
Tattoos: Chinese symbol 'Luck' on right shoulder blade, 'Reaper' over his eye, running the line of his scar up, 'Letum' on both wrists, covered by bands, and a black tear under his left eye normally covered by a bandaid or something.
Basic Description: This kid is low to the ground, fast, and hard to catch even if you have twenty arms. When people who've fought him before see him coming, they hide or run, then realize running is stupid and hide.
Disabilities: Hates overkill smells. His nose is oversensetive, so this really hurts him.
Primary Outfit: Urban/Arctic camo combat jeans with all the extra pockets, fingerless gloves (weapon. Yes he carries them everywhere), black muscle shirt, trail running shoes, and a jacket the same design as his pants if it's cold. Also, a bandana over his scar/tattoo in that area.
Most Prized Possession (Material Value): Gloves. They rock, man.
Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value): The white bandana his sis gave him for his fifth birthday.
Likes: Violence, video games, free running, fighting, sleeping, tomboyish girls (There's no better girl for ya than the one that just beat the hell out of you)
Dislikes: Snobs, bitchy women, girly girls, pushy gay guys (only when he knows and they get too close to him, otherwise he's got a few gay friends) and bad smells. Perfume counts, trust me, when you get close enough, you can smell enough of the chemical content to alchemy some up...ew...
Goals: Get money, get a girl, go live somewhere where they can't get killed or arrested, call it a damn day and hit the bedroom hard.
Life's Ambition ( Single greatest goal ): Become the greatest fighter in the universe. Kidish, I know, but a kid can dream...
Fears: Again, bad smells. Also gets skiddish around rope, because being tied up is terrifying for him.
Crippling Fear ( Single Biggest Fear): Being completely helpless in the presence of any enemy...or anyone at all, for that matter.
Least Outspoken About: Politics. Too much to piss him off.
Most Outspoken About: Girls with guns...nuff said.
Vernacular: Riharian (Set of rapidfire gutteral noises, sounds like a thousand machine guns going off. No writen language)
Mannerisms: (You mean style?) Lazy.
Psychological Condition: Depends. Set him at home with some cannabis, he's there for days just laughing and chilling. Set him in a battlefield with any form of weapon, yeah, like Freddy, Jason, Hannibal, Jack the ripper, Wolfman, AND everything (human badass/alien/predator/predalien) from AVP on a caffine high.
Aptitudes: Ability to think in any form of thought...basically, the most unstable thought process in existance.
Superstitions: Quote, "Humans are idiots, Riharians are fight happy jackasses on a constant adrenalin high, and I'm the only dude in the universe with the right mind and enough weed not to care. Happy?"
Morals: Quote, "Morals? What's that? Hang on, need Google...'a system of conduct and ethnics that are...virtou...virtui...oh, virtuitous...nope, got nothing there. I get a job, I do the job. It can be mass murder or saving the kid Lassie saw down the well, it don't really matter to me 'long as I get paid."
Positive Characteristics: Cuts through the bullshit so fast con men can't work him at all. Will throw himself into a bunker full of enemy soldiers to save a teammate, though only if he needs them.
Negative Characteristics: Selfish, berserk in combat to an extent, brash.
Relationships: None.
Family: None living.
Relatives: None living.
Friends: Gets along with whoever he's forced to work with for a while, but never keeps in contact.
Social Pressures/Problems: Quote, "Screw presure, I got this plant with a special drug in it called 'Fuck it...'"
Other Pressures/Problems: See above.
General Public Behavior: Minds his business unless he sees a girl being assaulted, in which case he will kill someone. Otherwise, a little secluded, though within normal levels.
Favorite Sayings: Quote, "Give me a gun, a name, and a debatable price, and I'll bring you a dead man."
General Philosophy: Quote, "Life begins, life ends, I'm just one side of that cycle. I'm also the more feared side."
Weapon Name: Impact Gloves
Function: Many, actually. They can fasthack into a system, overcharge it to fry it, zap someone out, shock them into death, or explode with electrical and air pressure hard enough to bend steel on impact. They connect with the nanobots in the user's palm and work off of them.
Description: Just a set of fingerless gloves that look like they have a little too much paddingon the palms.
Item Value: Experimental, no set value.
[OOC] Ave Machina
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