[REQ] Redemption

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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Azra » Fri Mar 30, 2018 6:35 am

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Name: Vivoriana Lionfang
Gender: F

Age: 27

Race: Genetically altered human

Homeworld: Dublurk (originally called dumb blue rock but had a name change within its 125th cycle of colonization)

Skills: Piloting mechanics and marksmanship. More specifically her slightly glowing electric blue eyes are a result of tampering with the nervous system of the body and visual perception. Intended to make for an ace pilot her eyes seem able to adjust to whatever speeds needed to process information and from there elevate reaction times. It struggles to meet the demands in person only giving a slight edge at times. When behind a machine however everything falls into place. With such eyes comes also an ability to understand the workings of machines and how to optimize performance. Mix that with a school that tried to drill int her head every facet of known vehicles they could find data on and she's shown adept at mastering a vehicle. A smaller buff being just improved accuracy and night vision.

Equipment: Stilletos or more specifically Surface Traversal Intended Lunar Land Exterior Transports Ocean Shoes. In summarization designed to help her move within whatever condition she might need in almost all likely environments. Able to adhere to most surfaces as well as briefly boost jumps with a small jet propulsion.

Dress or Damage Resilient Environment Survival Suit. Designed to take small arms fire in case of emergency it doesn't provide the best protection in the world but can help withstand some attacks. It's main purpose is for mechanics and exploration. Resistance to weather conditions and heat, shielding from radiation pressures and G forces. An invisible helmet comes with it with three hours of air supply the suit laced with small lights if needed. The inventor wanted something that would allow a mechanic to climb into a busted turbine spitting out fuel into space and make repairs before a ship blew up. Vic would like to not test this theory herself.

Kinc or Kinetic Interlocking Neuro Cord is a pistol in appearance mechanics tool. The device will store and release kinetic energy through what often looks like a cord or wire. Used at times not unlike a whip to pull two pieces of machinery closer or to travel along the otherwise large surfaces of space ships. By trying to take in kinetic energy on impact it will adhere to a surface, or it can release energy for a small explosive repellent. The cord is able to also release plasma electricity or fire to help with repairs. While usually used in a much smaller amount of cord it can reach up to thirty feet. It can also be used as a weapon.

Generic or General Electronic-tools Needed Everyday Recording Included Crap. The excitingly named but boring otherwise backpack, housing things like money other tools, cord cases for Kinc, communication devices, portable speakers, flash drives and snacks.

Personality: Viv is often seen as either eccentric but polite or tired and irritable with almost no known in between of the two extremes. While usually trying to show gratitude or respect of rank (with an exception) she can't seem but to help herself quick to the trigger, flight seat repairs or whatever the activity is. Lively by nature on a military world didn't help her upbringing however resulting in a lack of much social grace with law and military personnel. The other most common personality seen is one that will dose off mid someone's sentence and might look to start a fight for waking her. Best to just let the blonde have her brief naps.

Appearance: Standing at a rather small five foot three feet tall she weighs around a hundred and eighteen pounds. Her hair is blonde and is often in a ponytail that hangs down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are blue and seem to be a glowing electric color. Physically she is mostly seen as just a skinny thing though there's a hint of existing muscle tone of a mildly athletic build.

Biography: Born on Dublurk a military based world with a focus on piloting. Work was being done on newborns to try and make for the ideal vision of theirs. They dumped countless hours and money into making sure the students were optimized and knew as many spacecraft and mechs as possible. Viv had a partner who was flunking the courses but good at building machines, this wasn't what the military wanted however and so they were planning to get rid of her partner. They didn't know what this meant so the pair rebelled. That rebellious behavior wasn't enough though leading to incarceration and being handed over to be someone else's problem.

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This vehicle is not your mode of transportation. It cannot be anything that has the ability to leave the orbit of a planet. The most ideal vehicle would be a mecha, but I am accepting other types of vehicles like fighters and hovercraft-style things. If you really don't want a vehicle, that's okay. Just know that you might miss out on some gameplay.

Name: Lioness or Lone Interior Opperational Naval Engagment Support System

Role in Combat: Small by comparison to most vehicles it functions like an exosuit or combat armor. Equipped with durable plating and a lot of micro thrusters while not the strongest piece of equipment it can fly around the area providing an assortment of fire support. Assisted by its smaller size and speed.

Weapons: Weapons are seriously advanced in this millennia. Lasers, plasma, rail guns, gauss cannons. But good old fashion bullets are still the leading cause of death in this galaxy.

Mech Origins: How did you get this hunk of junk?

Appearance: Orange colored armor suit standing at eight feet tall the Lioness is a rather compact mobile system. Weighing in at one ton the armor is armored well for what it is though easily outclassed by actual vehicles. Able to function in oceans and space just as well as standard orbit. Powered by a small reactor fortified on the back. It's primary weapon is the right arm cannon. Capable of being operational two days without charging and carrying a second battery if need be for longer operations.

Other Features: Obviously housing a small compartment of snacks, communication systems, two back ups for Viv's various usual on person belongings. The small exosuit can also fold up into a ball, it's a tight fit for the pilot granted. Moving in this form is a bit dizzying.
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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Azra » Fri Mar 30, 2018 6:36 am

Still a wip but wanted to post what I had so far. Work is about at the point I got to get serious

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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Quirbles » Fri Mar 30, 2018 5:45 pm

Name:
J4X, or "Jax". His serial number is engraved upon the back of his neck plate. Originally, the Conscious called themselves by their designated numbers; however, whether through suggestion or due to their new-found sentience, many chose names for themselves. Jax calls himself such a name due to its similarity to his serial number.

Gender:
Male, by societal standards. All Conscious seem to have male-defining facial structure and body types, and their voices are typically lower in nature.

Age:
Millennia, supposedly. The Conscious have remained inactive for thousands of years, seemingly protecting the structures that they were found in. While most fell to wear-and tear from erosion and rust, there were a select few found in preservation capsules. Each unit retained no memories before their activation.

Race:
Conscious / Awoken / "Husk", the latter being a derogatory term. Despite New Europa's relatively insignificant status in the politics of Aurelius, the planet received a spike in attention due to the reawakening of the Conscious in the pyramids beneath the planet's surface. Seeing as they were placed their by an intelligent entity [now long dead], a controversy erupted involving the considered sentience of the newly-discovered robots. The ethics problem was largely ignored in galactic politics in an effort to quell the argument and let it fade into obscurity, though this tactic ultimately backfired as many accused the Hub of ignoring the issue.

While still largely forgotten in the public's mind today, the debacle was dubbed the "Conscious Crisis" and ended up putting the Hub Authority in a negative light for that year. The "Husks", as many call them, are simply robots without purpose and were treated as such. As such, the remaining Conscious are subject to racism involving their perceived sentience. This has led to a general distrust of society in Aurelius.

Homeworld:
So far, the only planet to contain the ancient structures in which the Conscious were found was New Europa, located just before the Frontier of Aurelius. It was largely a manufacturing planet for metallurgy and chemicals concerning the interactions with metals, as the crust of the planet contained a wide array of minerals for processing. Following the Reawakening and the Conscious Crisis, however, a negligible portion of New Europa's economy is dedicated to tourism of the pyramids the mechanical beings were found in. Research has also begun on scrapped Conscious in order to understand their biology and makings in an attempt to replicate them. Results have been inconclusive.

Skills:
ESP-Blocker
Completely immune to extra-sensory perceptions due to his mechanical nature, including but not limited to telepathy, suggestibility and shared empathy. The process of how J4X—or the Conscious, for that matter—are able to achieve this is still unknown, though the composition of their bodies and "robotic" makeup might contribute to this. Some say they don't have souls, which is why many see an expansive void when attempting to interact telepathically.

Linguist
Jax is able to communicate in a vast array of languages and dialects due to his exposure to the galaxy since his awakening. He also shows an ability to learn languages in drastically shorter timespans. As such, he has seen employment as an armed mercenary on the Frontier planets and in areas where languages are less established.

Environmental Defense
J4X's body was crafted with resilience and adaptability in mind, and as such is designed to withstand biting cold as well as sweltering hot conditions. High pressure and low-pressure environments have little effect on him, and he requires no atmosphere to breathe in.

Data Vault
J4X's ESP resistance can be paired with his nearly unlimited memory, allowing for the storing of confidential information and crucial data. His mind is essentially an uncrackable safe.

Robotic Advantages
Being designed as a defense unit [as evidenced by his darker grey coloring], J4X has increased durability and power than that of the passive models that were recovered. His makeup offers relatively infinite stamina, as the Conscious body does not require outside sustenance or "fuel" to keep itself operational. His body also supplies increased force to unarmed attacks, capable of breaking bone with enough windup. Along with heightened athletics and strength, J4X's exoskeleton is made of high-grade armored material. Explosive resistance is minimal, but he can take multiple high-speed projectiles and numerous hits from melee weapons before the armor's integrity gives.

Melee Proficiency
When in combat, J4X favors hand-to-hand combat over all else. It provides a sort of rush for him while fighting, and it was what he was designed for thousands of years ago. Despite his completely wiped memory, the programming is still there.

Self-Repairs
One of the arguments for the Conscious being considered "alive" is due to the fact that they are able to naturally regenerate from wounds, much like a human or animal. J4X is knowledgeable of the finer aspects of his body and is able to aid in the repair process, allowing him to recover from wounds quicker. He has also implemented modifications upon his body, such as advanced plating and implemented weapons.

Equipment:
[] Upon J4X's fingertips are sharpened metal points, acting as weapons when in combat situations. The index finger on either hand is equipped with a micro-laser, capable of making small incisions [or cauterizing] for self-repair. They're relatively low-power, and as such must be used within a few centimeters or so from the target.

[] J4X's palms are equipped with 2 pieces of equipment that are able to produce a current and subsequent arcs of electricity. He is able to produce up to 300 Volts, enough to cause significant pain and incapacitation.

[] The soles of J4X's feet as well as the palms of his hands are magnetic upon activation, allowing him to attract and stay oriented upon surfaces that carry a magnetic field.

Personality:
J4X's awakening into a unwelcoming galaxy has led to his disillusionment with Aurelius and subsequent bitterness. His escape to the Frontier was really an escape from New Europa and anything to do with his past, as he'd sooner forget it than have to confront whoever, or whatever, created him thousands of years ago. As a result, passivity became the name of the game for him. It wouldn't matter if the galaxy didn't accept him. Whatever others thought of him— whether he was living, an object, or something in the middle — he knew who he was. And there was no sense in changing it.

The apathy of J4X has led to a bit of a drifter lifestyle, picking up jobs as a mercenary or private military contractor over the various planets on the Frontier. He made no friends, but many enemies.

"Fuckin' Husk," they'd say to me.

"Go back to whatever hole you came out of."

No problem. I'd outlive them, anyway.


Apathy turned to anger. The people that hated him, who made him feel unwelcome—they didn't know what the hell they were talking about. It was starting to piss him off, how people always spoke up for him. Like he needed others' help. As if he was some sort of frail thing that needed protection. He became withdrawn from conversations, opting to carry on his life in solitude. When he was hired, it was a solo job. The only contact he had was when he got paid. Simpler that way. Nobody to see him, to judge him for what he was. What was he? An abomination? Why was he here?

I kept it all to myself. Picturing what I'd do to these people if I had the chance. What I'd do to the people who made me like this. I'd get my revenge. One day.

Apathy turned to resentment. He'd never done anything to the people who hate him, why did they act the way they did? Because they didn't understand him? Who the hell were they to think that they were better than him? Was it jealousy? Spite? Or was it something worse? Paranoia set in. Everyone he made eye contact with was a suspect of hatred. They judged him. Loathed him. He was different, and they were scared of him. Always judging, always looking, looking, looking, looking—

Eventually, I snapped.

Biography / Origins: It was a small tavern on the outskirts of Backwater. He'd retired for the night, opting to sit at a corner table near the back of the room. Low-profile, with a hood over his head to hide his face. Not well-hidden enough, apparently, seeing as one of the bar's patrons had ordered a drink for him. The man sauntered over to J4X motioned to the bartender jokingly, a smirk plastered onto his lightly-shaved face.

"Get a cup of motor oil for that thing over there. That's what you drink, right?"

It was automatic, the way he stood up from the table and thrown his chair at the man. Almost as if he had no control over his movements. He kept punching, and punching, and punching as the man's lineaments devolved into nothing more than a misshapen, red mass. Blood coated the shined metal of his fists and arms, pooling around the man's body and flicking over to nearby stools until he was forcefully pulled off by multiple patrons.

"WE GOT A ROGUE FUCKIN' BOT OVER HERE!"

Just like that, the fire within him was rekindled. He was scared, but he couldn't stop it. His actions were uncontrollable, his conscience forced to be a bystander to the horrifying spectacle. He'd worked his way through the entirety of the tavern's guests before he finally calmed down, turning and surveying the damages he'd caused.

When the haze of hatred finally cleared from his mind, the bodies of innocents slowly came into focus. The once-tan walls had been stained mahogany in places, his clothes and arms splattered with patches of glistening crimson.

Worst of all, it gave him relief.

Years of internalized anger had built up within him and was released within minutes of slaughter. The path to pleasure, to a feeling of contentment—it was that easy. Every punch thrown, every injury caused by him eased a minute amount of pain within himself, and it felt worth the cost. Jax glanced down at his bloodied hands, extending his fingers and flipping to his palms.

Was this what is was like? To feel? To hate?

Collapsing to his knees, he closed his eyes and covered his face with the innocent blood that he'd shed. A feeling of pain, a twisting of his insides occurred within his gut. It kept rising, increasing in intensity until it made him nauseous, and for a moment he thought that he might die. For a moment, he wanted to.

Then, it became clear. It was guilt.

He fled the tavern that night, too scared to reconcile with what he had caused. Help had been contacted, but Jax was long gone before they'd arrived.

The feelings he was experiencing, they weren't right. They were foreign, and wrong, and he hated them. He hated suffering at his own conscience and wanted to rid himself of it, become emotionless and lessen his pain and, and...

...and become exactly what others thought he already was.

He washed himself of the blood and left the system, opting to flee to a remote corner of Aurelius and live out the rest of his days in complete solitude. A barren planet, icy in nature and devoid of life. No-one to dare follow his tracks. He'd be safe there. From himself.

Kaavri.

Once a prosperous planet, according to the records of their history. Now, nothing more than a deadened rock orbiting a dying sun. Yes, he'd stay there. The old natives of the planet were long since dead, having abandoned Kaavri for a more suitable atmosphere.

He'd been tracked in his endeavor, and once he reached planet-side he was greeted with various gunships waiting for him. A deal, they said to him. They knew what he had done on Backwater. A misunderstanding, they said. As if they understood him. Were he willing to help them, he'd be pardoned, free to live out the rest of his days once he was finished. Were he to disagree, they'd have him dissected and studied.

Jax agreed, reluctantly. Perhaps it would have been better if he was dismantled.

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J4X's burly stature is explained by the dark sheen of his metal, a reflection of his status as a defense unit for his ancient creators. He stands at just below 7 feet, the taller side of the spectrum for the Conscious' height. All of his body, save for joints or moving parts, is covered in metal that possesses incredible durability despite being relatively lightweight. His body is still quite heavy, however.

His eyes are a bright orange color, and the brightness of his irises can be controlled for dimming [or deactivation] in dark environments. He sometimes blinks with "eyelids" of sorts via the covering of a shutter over each eye. There is no real need to do this, but his adaptation to human nature resulted in this mimicry. His mouth contains no teeth or tongue, but it still able to form syllables and noises ordinarily impossible without either body part. His feet contain no toes and instead look like slim boots.

His desire to blend into regular society and not be noticed is reflected by his choice in clothing. A fur-lined blueish-black jacket with yellow, white and red accents is Jax's primary choice, and this is usually paired with sunglasses and any sort of hat to help cover his face. Under the jacket is a regular black shirt. Gloves cover his hands, and grey-black pants complete his outfit. He wears tan boots to cover the bottom of his feet, though these are commonly taken off for missions as they obstruct his magnetic ability.

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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Myrn » Fri Mar 30, 2018 6:03 pm

Oh my~ I look forward to interacting with "Jax"
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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Quirbles » Fri Mar 30, 2018 6:18 pm

I look forward to that, too

Also, Poetic, are you still doing those blurbs for each of us? Where the higher ups react to our characters

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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Myrn » Fri Mar 30, 2018 6:24 pm

Adding on to that, will Rhee (I'm gonna call her Rhianya just you watch) be making her return? Along with those beautiful biceps Suzy and Jorgtholomiew? haha <3
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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Poetic Ghost » Fri Mar 30, 2018 6:47 pm

Azra and Quirbbles, I'll be readying over your sheets later today. Kinda busy at the second.

I'll have one of those response for each of you on the page for Redemption (hopefully I'll get it done soon, a bit hectic at the moment.)

And to answer your question Myrn, you may or may not once again run into Captain Amarok and his Misfits. :P
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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Poetic Ghost » Fri Mar 30, 2018 6:59 pm

Update:

Illirica, your CS looks good to go, please PM me if you have any issues. Otherwise, post it in the CS thread.

Azra, please send me a PM if you have questions. Otherwise, I'm waiting for you to finish your sheet.

Quirbbles, great job on that CS! Just like before, you've created a character who builds a world around them. You are accepted, though I'm curious if you want an AMP (Armored Multi-Purpose Vehicle)

LunaHawk, thank you for waiting patiently. I would like you to finish your Vehicle sheet, and then I think you are ready to go.
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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Azra » Fri Mar 30, 2018 7:06 pm

I want to try and finish my character sheet later today provided I've got time sorry for slight delays

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Re: [REQ] Redemption (Open)

Post by Myrn » Fri Mar 30, 2018 7:10 pm

Daww, I'll be looking forward to it regardless
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