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Iriyn Koatyn

"Pawns are made to be used, wouldn't you agree?"

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a character in “A Nation's Demise : Reboot”, as played by Siryn

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|| 28 | Orvanti | Heterosexual ||


Iriyn stands at a height of five feet eleven inches, with every inch well toned, lean muscle. He isn't an imposing, man but he is intimidating for other reasons. With pale white hair and dark, crimson colored eyes he is an albino in the very sense of the word. Pale skin contrasts harshly with his red gaze and black uniform that he's often seen wearing. Iriyn can often be found with a small smirk on his lips that adds to his demeanor. His black uniform holds all of the ribbons and stars of his rank. A black military hat sits upon his head, covering his eyes in a dark shadow. One would be surprised that he is not a General but a Captain instead because of his uniform. At his hip he will always have his slender rapier sword, more of decoration really, but the edge is still sharp.







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As if to match his intimidating features and slow but purposeful stride when not in his mecha, Iriyn pilots a monstrous machine of immense weight and proportion. The silver giant, is just that, a giant. Equipped with two enormous engines on either shoulder, the mecha -dubbed REX by Iriyn- is not the fastest mecha on the field. The engines can only get the monstrosity to move so quickly due to it's immense steel plating that some may consider to be 'over kill'. Iriyn, on the other hand, enjoys the slow movement of his mecha as it definitely plays a hand in the way he utilizes the battlefield. REX is equipped with one weapon with two settings. A long range sniper rifle that also acts as a magnetic current. This beam weapon is capable of devastating an enemy in one strike, and from an insane distance as well. In addition, the rifles magnetic current is strong enough to drag any metal opponent from several yards away towards him or to whatever he deems (whether that be an asteroid or a burning star is up t his mood that day). Iriyn is a deadly shot, his record being that he's never missed a target, and if he has they usually don't escape his sight a second time.

Due to REX being so slow, Iriyn tends to stay with the ship, never straying to far out into the fight as he prefers to be a terror from a distance. With that in mind, he usually perches himself on the top of the vessel, his mecha locking itself down with a strong magnetic current on the thickest part of the vessels hull so as not to disrupt any devices down below such as communication and radar. From here, he picks off his targets one by one. The closer they get, the easier they are for him to shoot. The rifle is a rather quick shot and the body of REX can turn fairly quickly, belying it's slow advance forward when it's flying.







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Iriyn, much like his mecha, isn't a very fast individual. He prefers to out do his opponent in sheer strength. Able to take multiple hits without showing any pain or any weakening, he can usually shock his opponent into making mistakes, which will then give him the advantage of breaking them literally. Iriyn isn't one for prolonging a fight, though he does enjoy a good opponent every now and then. Iriyn is a fine shot with his hand gun, just like he is with his sniper rifle in REX. His swordsmanship isn't lacking either, though he prefers his gun to the blade. In addition to this, he has a tactical mind, and is able to make on the spot decisions that would benefit him the most, especially during a fight. He can spot enemy tactics while sitting in his mech and observing from the cockpit through the rifles long ranged scope and relay to his allies exactly what they're missing and how to deal with it accordingly. To him it is like a chess board, something he's very good at.

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Despite his atrocity on the battlefield, Iriyn can be overwhelmed and out matched if done correctly. His mecha is magnetized to the vessel when he's fighting and only it's torso moves rather quickly. However, the movement is limited to left and right, unable to turn completely around, much like the human body. Getting behind him, will give the upper hand as he only has one weapon on REX. However, doing this requires skill and an intense amount of courage. Managing to get out of his sniper range is a feat in and of itself. Sneaking up on him would most definitely do the trick. The next part is getting past his mecha's iron hide, so thick that it takes much more than a bullet or sword to break through it entirely.

However, concentrated hits will put him at a disadvantage as it is still just metal. Metal breaks eventually. In the case of getting behind him, Iriyn will usually disengage himself from the vessel to face his opponent. However, this drops his maneuverability because the REX is near impossible to turn around in time to do much to an attacking mecha that is faster than he is in flight. With that in mind, he will do one of two things, take the hits as he turns to destroy the enemy fighter's machine in one powerful blow, or retreat into the vessel he's occupying. You had better hope that he simply retreats, because otherwise he's going to be very pissed off you snuck up on him.

Outside of the mecha, though he's a formidable man, he isn't invincible. He's no martial artist for sure and because he's not very fast either, he can be overwhelmed in the right situation. Manage to disarm him, and you may have a chance. He will wait for an opening, which can lead to his own injuries crippling him if they pile up too quickly or the injuries are critical to begin with.







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Iriyn isn't a bragger, or a hot shot, or anything like that. He is a simple man who offers his thoughts and insight when asked for it, speaks when he needs to and is careful about almost everything that he does. He is precise, clean, and straight to the point. He doesn't like people who talk to much, nor does he like redundancies. Having to repeat himself multiple times will put him in a bad mood. He's not exactly the nicest person either, cold like dry ice. Iriyn doesn't like making friends or small talk. He likes what he's good at. Fighting. War. Destruction. He's definitely not picky on who he has to fight against as well. Loyalty isn't really a word in his vocabulary, at least to people that is. He is, however, loyal to a nation, one that will put him to war.

Iriyn isn't one to like having prisoners either, though he'll do so if he's ordered to. Nine times out of ten, though, he'd rather put a bullet through the person than sit around asking questions all day. His mind works around that of a chess game. Each move he makes is meticulous and well thought out. He doesn't waste anything. If he can use someone, he will. If not, than he won't bother. Keeping his allies alive on the battlefield is only for his own preservation due to his weaknesses. He is a smart man and knows what he can and cannot do, so in order to survive he will manipulate those around him in getting him out of a sticky situation (and possibly putting them into it instead while he leaves).

In addition, Iriyn has no problems with authority, following orders to the letter. Being a Captain himself, he has no qualms about giving out orders either. He expects his command to be followed without questions and doesn't tolerate those who disagree with him openly. Iriyn know's he's not the easiest man to get along with, and thus realizes that his subordinates probably talk behind his back. Which would be wise for should he ever hear it face to face, he would find a very cold and dark place for them to wither away in.


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Not much is known about Iriyn's history. Only that he was a military child, born and bred in the ways of war and calculation. He enjoyed chess when he was a child, mastering the game rather quickly as he grew older. It was his love for the game that built his mind set. He views everything as a game board, more specifically, a chess board. He is the King and his pieces are the battleships, the pilots, everything. Predicting the outcome of a battle is his enjoyment. Iriyn has been a part of the military for many years, since he was old enough to enroll really and rose up through the ranks rather quickly. This was mostly due to the fact that his father was a high ranking General. Beyond that though, Iriyn showed exceptional promise as a soldier and leader because of his cold qualities. Able to distinguish what needed to be done for the 'whole' rather than the 'one' was something he demonstrated often, even if in reality he was only saving himself.

The rest of his history is unknown and will later be revealed as the game progresses.



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So begins...

Iriyn Koatyn's Story

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"God, I miss the ground already..."

Kalia thought as she floated around aimlessly in her room, devoid of any distractions as she waits for further orders. She had just been transferred to the Viper, the Orvanti nation's battleship a few weeks prior and she's already found herself bored out of her mind. At the time, the prospect of traveling to space was like a dream come true for Kalia. Thrilled at the chance, she even went as far as to depart in advance just so she could see what space was like, having spent so many years working in the hot and polluted ground.

However, after adjusting and overcoming an earlier fit of space dementia, Kalia soon realized that the situation in space wasn't too different after all. At least you do have the places and sights to see back at the ground. In space, all you can see are stars and debris. Its light looked prettier when viewed from the ground anyway. There wasn't anything much to do save for doing simulations and moving the occasional debris in the path.

"Well, might as well take another shot at the machine again." Kalia muttered to herself as she headed out of her assigned quarters and into the hangar. As soon as she made her way past the loading corridor, she noticed that a black fighter had just landed and with it, the cargo it was tasked to bring.

"A Wyvern...does that mean--?" Pressing her feet to the railing, she propelled herself with a kick of her leg, down to the platform to see the transported cargo up front. As she passed by, she noticed that the Wyvern's ten missile racks were fully armed. "Can't be too careful huh?"

A woman jumped down from the cockpit. Surprisingly, she wasn't decked in a proper pilot suit but in casual attire instead. Rather hard to believe that she was really military. But then again, so was Kalia and she's been working for them for what, four or five years now? Then again, it's rather hard to tell what those in command are thinking almost half of the time.

"Man, that trip was rather exhausting--thanks to that heavy cargo. Hey! Mind pointing me where I can take the lift to meet the man in charge?" The woman asked around, her words directed at no one in particular though most of the crew members were busy moving the cargo from its transport down to the engineering platform.

"Why don't you figure it out yourself?" Kalia sighed as she left the visitor to her own devices.

"How about you one-eye? Mind showing me the way?" The woman called out to Kalia, prompting her to turn back to "educate the idiot". Without saying a word, she just motioned with her head the elevator that can take her to the place she seeks. "Not the social type now are we? Thanks for the heads up." The woman smirked as she passed Kalia, making her way towards the elevator.

With her gone, Kalia turns her attention to the machine in the loading bay. She had expected the plant to roll it out just, not this soon and not in space of all places. She headed up to it as soon as it was firmly secured by the mechanical arms of its machine cage, stopping as soon as she was at "eye" level with the mecha in front of her.

"So we see each other again-- Sumire." She spoke to the machine which responded to her with a low growl and a flash of its eyes.

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"Excuse me." Naomi passed by another group of people heading the opposite direction as she made her way down the ship's corridors. She was headed to report to the Viper's Captain and to confirm her transfer and the delivery at the same time. Not one for stiff formalities, she hated doing this stuff. If only her "friend" wasn't too much of a couch potato, he could call up and speak to the man on her behalf and get all this sorted out. But no, didn't want to. Said he was "too scared."

She finally found her destination and knocked before making her way inside, carrying with her all the required documents. She gave a salute before stating her introduction.

"Naomi Shironoa, hired pilot by Ambassador Kraus' PMC. I've come to report my transfer to this station as well as the successful delivery of Prototype 06 here at the Viper. Naomi spoke as formal as she can muster. She's heard of the Viper's Captain before though this is probably the first time she's met him in person.

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Character Portrait: Riley Kalsheed Character Portrait: Naomi Shironoa Character Portrait: Nee Arlan Character Portrait: Cecil Jiovia Character Portrait: Edward Roaden Character Portrait: Iriyn Koatyn
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Cecil woke to a blaring alarm. When had she fallen asleep? A shiver coursed up her spine as she opened her eyes. A groggy headache assaulted her and she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. But the alarm wasn't going to let her. The sound was making the pounding of her skull even worse. Groaning, she reached out and hit several buttons trying to make it stop. When it did, a voice filled the cockpit.

"Ensign Jiovia? Please respond. A team is being sent out to retrieve you and bring you safely aboard the Nightengale. Please respond."

It took Cecil a long while to figure out how to answer their hail. When she found the button, she had uncurled from where she'd pulled her legs up and winced as she felt the pull of several wounds. "This is Jiovia." It was all she could coherently think to respond with. A chaotic mess of noise filled the cockpit and she winced as she rubbed at her head with her good arm. The other was limp across her lap, stiff from the knife wound. Droplets of blood floated around the pilots seat lazily and she herself was even floating a little off of the seat.

As she waited for a response from the ship, warnings popped up all over the screen that showed her a black expanse ahead of her and to the left and right. The A.I of the mecha materialized again in the cockpit and hovered near the screen. A box opened up and showed an image of several machines gathered up in formation. Judging by their colors and insignia's, they were Kiritine's. Cecil cursed softly.

Pushing the button again, she interrupted the one who hailed her. "I suggest you hurry their deployment, Captain," she said weakly, speaking directly to the man she knew would be in charge. "Kiritine's army from the science station has mobilized."

Silence answered her for a moment until the com's cracked and the Captain's voice came over the link instead of the ensign who had addressed her first. "Can you hold out until they reach you?"

Cecil considered the question for a moment. She didn't know how exactly to operate the mecha she'd stolen, but she was certain she could learn rather quickly if she needed to. The problem was her wounds. She doubted very much she'd be able to stand against the army as they chased after her and stay awake long enough to fend them off until the team reached her. Cecil shook her head. She'd have to run and hope that she was faster. After all, she'd gotten a head start.

"No, Captain. I was attacked before I could leave. I doubt I could handle fighting for long. But I can see just how fast this mecha is."

"Understood, ensign Jiovia. You're almost home.

Almost she thought as she cut off the com and set to work on figuring out how to go faster. She hoped that she could stay awake longer this round to actually succeed in flying the mecha. Despite having the A.I technology, the mecha still required a human touch to keep it going. And drifting off wasn't helping her. As her consciousness came and went, the mecha sped up and slowed down in bursts.


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Iriyn lounged against the wall of the Captain's quarters. He'd been summoned to meet with the new pilot that had transferred over. Apparently it was a last minute deal and she was just now arriving. Iriyn tried hard to keep the scoff off his face. After all, they had been deployed out into the middle of a neutral zone with no substantial reasons as to why, and had to deal with a newbie coming on in the middle of what was already chaotic. In short, it pissed Iriyn off to no end.

Which put him in a very sour mood when she finally showed up to the Captain's quarters. He leveled her with a cold, hard stare that was close enough to glaring, but wasn't so obvious as to be outright rude. As she introduced herself, Iriyn clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Good, ensign Shironoa. This is your team captain, Captain Iriyn Koatyn. He will be taking you under his wing while we get your mecha settled in. Koatyn, show her to her quarters, if you would."

Iriyn had half a mind to ignore the order. It wouldn't have been a first, and certainly not a last time either. Shoving off the wall, he brushed past her and into the hall where he waited for her to join him. Once she joined him, he set off at a brisk pace. "Once you're settled, Shironoa, come directly to the docking bay. I want to see this mech of yours, its grandeur has been blown out of perspective. I'll be the judge of how great it is." He told her coldly, though the pitch of his tone never changed.

He stopped at the beginning of one of the intersecting halls on the Viper and motioned to his right. "Your room is 15. I don't think I need to show you how to work the system. You have fifteen minutes." Iriyn turned on his heel and left her to her own devices. He had taken approximately five steps before red lights flashed and sirens rang. The coms crackled as they turned on and a voice hollered over the speakers.

"All teams to sortie! All teams to sortie! Launching counter attack!"

Iriyn ground his teeth. Figures Looking over his shoulder he frowned at her. "Now you have five to put your stuff down and get your ass moving." He didn't say anything else, nor did he wait for her response and simply quickened his pace to the mecha bay.

A grin slowly replaced his frown. Finally, something to ease his growing agitation.


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"Nee!" As soon as the doors opened to the command bridge. She flung herself forward and pulled the girl into a hug with her arms loosely around Nee's shoulders, holding her against Riley's chest. Her smiling was bright and bubbly, at least until the Captain leveled her with a dark glare. Riley felt her heart squeeze and she quickly released her comrade to stand at attention. She hadn't noticed the Captain to be on deck. A dark flush rushed over her face as she saluted the man in the hopes that he would be sated with it as a kind of apology.

"You're all present. I have special orders for the three of you," he said coldly. He was a large man, in muscle and height. The uniform did little to hide his threatening presence on the deck of the vessel they were on. The Vigilanti had detached itself from the hangar bay on the opposite end of the science space station. Only a few knew of the bay or even that the Vigilanti had been stationed there the whole time.

"As we suspected, there was a traitor in our midst. A spy. She took the bait. And fled the station with our latest design. You are to capture her with the mecha and bring them both back. Her for detainment, and the mecha to reclaim as our own. If you fail in capture. Kill her and destroy that machine. They cannot have it."

Riley lifted her hand slowly, eyeing the Captain as he turned his glare on her. "Captain. Who was it?" she asked. She was trying to think of anyone who had shown signs of betrayal, but nothing was coming to mind.

The Captain tapped a few keys on the controls next to his chair, and a screen opened up in front of the four of them. "You would know her as Lieutenant Cecil Jiovia. She is a Drastonian pilot. We had our suspicions, but nothing ever came of it. Until now. Seven years..." he trailed off as he glared at her picture, the woman with long brown hair dressed up in the uniform of a Kiritine army official. "She's good. But not quite enough. You have your orders. I expect it to be done in a timely fashion."

The Captain waved his hand at them in a dismissive manner. Riley saluted him again, though he wasn't looking. She left the bridge with her team and once in the hall, was looking to Edward for more precise orders. "How do we go about destroying that bitch?" Riley asked, all semblance of her bubbly nature long gone after receiving the disgusting news from their Captain.

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Character Portrait: Naomi Shironoa Character Portrait: Kalia Koizumi Character Portrait: Cecil Jiovia Character Portrait: Iriyn Koatyn
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"Once you're settled, Shironoa, come directly to the docking bay. I want to see this mech of yours, its grandeur has been blown out of perspective. I'll be the judge of how great it is."

"First few seconds in and already, I can tell we're going to be best of friends. Best. Of. Friends." Naomi simply let out a small sigh as she followed her "new boss" to wherever he wants to go to. He personally showed her around though it's not as if she hadn't passed by some of these places already.

"Heh, I'm just as much in the dark as you all are. The machine down in the hangar's not mine. The assigned pilot is some young lad named Koizumi or something. Transferred here earlier than I did." Naomi clears up the misconception as they walked, paying no regards to her own way of speaking. Hell, if one of them is going to be adjusting, it sure as hell won't be her. "Folks at the workshop claims to have developed a new weapon for it. Don't know the details though. I'm just the transporter after all."

"Your room is 15. I don't think I need to show you how to work the system. You have fifteen minutes."

As soon as he pointed it out, he immediately began walking. "Everyone in this place seems so tense... Well, be back in three--" Before she can even begin walking towards her quarters, sirens started blazing around the ship. Everyone was being called to their stations as a battle was expected to take place soon.

"Now you have five to put your stuff down and get your ass moving."

Well, Naomi wasn't really carrying anything as she left the suitcase back at the office. She headed on to the loading bay and hopped inside the Wyvern's cockpit, exactly as is. Flicking a few buttons and a key are all it took to get the machine started and the entire console was filled with lights in just a few seconds. As the fighter was being transferred to the secondary launch pad, Naomi opted to have small talk with their operator as she asked about their incoming bogeys.

"The Kiritine army? Does this mean that "that mission" was a success? Hehe, so... I guess things are bound to get interesting sooner or later." She had managed to dig up info that Drastania planned to steal an enemy machine but she didn't really expect them to pull it off. "No matter... I doubt this nation wants to feel left behind either." She chuckled as she glanced at their own prototype weapon.

"Ensign Naomi Shironoa. Will deploy in the Wyvern as soon as the shots are fired. Switching over from CFS to CBS configuration. Loading anti-personnel automaton packs." Naomi informed the rest of the crew about the adjustments. As fighter crafts like hers aren't suitable for remaining stationary in zero gravity, her Wyvern will deploy once the fighting starts. She's loaded automatons aboard for more attack capability."Hey, I can be serious too if I need to."

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Fifteen minutes earlier...

"Dead again..." Kalia furiously shakes her hair as she finishes in simulating within 06's cockpit. She was given prior instructions to install the combat data herself, along with a simulation exercise she's supposed to clear within three minutes. Fortunately, the installation was quick enough, given Sumire's high processing power. The exercise on the other hand--

"The damn window's too small! I doubt that those idiots down at the labs factored in everything in their analysis."

It was a training exercise which revolves around the usage of the Convergent Particle Cannon. An improved version of an existing technology also used to power their mass produced beam weapons, the theory behind mounting such a weapon on a machine was sound enough: If the weapon could be fired at a concentrated rate on a single target, then there would be no practical way to defend against the attack. The accelerated particles would cause the target to sustain catastrophic overheating, rendering it unoperational if it hasn't vaporized it already.

Kalia's biggest frustration was the long cooldown in-between shots and the stationary position she would have to take in order to fire. Besides, it's not like her targets would just stand around, waiting to be shot. Given the parameters of the exercise, it would have been more practical to just focus on using the Laser Blades to fight though any attempts to do so will entail an automatic game over for her.

"Damn!" Kalia kicks the bottom of the computer in frustration. Suddenly, warning signs started flashing across the screen, indicating their cue to action. Shoving the simulator aside, she fired up 06's main interface as the machine was loaded onto the main launch platform.

"Sumire's maiden battle huh? Let's not disappoint them then." As she was waiting, she received a transmission coming from the Wyvern that brought 06 in.

"Huh? It's one-eye. Guess we'll be working with each other for now Miss-- huh? No rank? Tough luck being an expendable tool. The man in charge has big expectations for that rust bucket so be sure to perform well out there."

Kalia didn't even respond to that remark. The last thing she needed were those slave-drivers breathing down her neck. "So, they're sending out this newest prototype in order to rescue a stolen enemy craft whose capabilities we're not even aware of. Oh well, at least we're about to get our hands on some superior technology--if we live."

"IFF codes updated, weapon systems normal, systems all green. Kalia Koizumi, Unit 06 heading out!" In that moment, Sumire gives out a roar as it was catapulted out from the Viper and into the black vacuum ahead, maintaining its normal operating speed.

"At this rate, it will take the Drastanian recovery team a few more minutes before they reach their catch..." Mobilizing the sub verniers, Kalia brings 06 up to speeds nearing 400 km/h as she accelerated ahead until she caught sight of a green mech in her monitors.

"You alive?" Kalia radioed the pilot as she rendezvoused with the stolen craft.