Sempiternal, Revived (Sci-Fi, OOC, Interest thread, OPEN)

[The Tophat Empire]

Should add that if you need co-ops, then i could make a honest attempt

Character App

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Name: Wiking Björnsson

Age: 35

Body Form: Original human, with cybernetic arms and legs, and implants in his skull

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Male | Male | Sort of asexual(will explain this)

Personality: Rather ruthless, but often has a "Good" motive behinds his actions. can can be seen as "Upper-class" in his acting. Those of you that have played with me before knows the general idea(if needed i can give more info)

Skills: Driving; land & Water
Firearms handling
QCQ
deception & manipulation
Information handling

Faction: Ah, here is a fun one, Officially he is a Security officer working for helvetica(having a desk job so he works mostly from "home") But in reatly he uses it as a cover to run a small crime syndicate by the name of; The Blackwell Group.It operates in the nordic countries(+ parts of britain), his base of operations is the The Grand Gambit

Occupation: Small time crime boss/ Helvetica Security officer, rank; Second Lieutenant(Hope it is not too high, based it upon the current swedish rank of Fänrik, a low ranking CO, often in charge of a platoon(not too often, since the IRL swedish armed forces do not have to many low ranking COs))

Starting Location: If it is ok with shy; The Grand Gambit

Bio: Wiking was born in sweden to 2 Helvetica Security officers, and having had your average childhood he did as his family had done for generation(first to sweden and then helvetica) and joined up in the security forces, graduating 6 months later with stellar result. He served first at the Sinopec "border", in siberia, a boring assignment, something that also led him to start reading lots of books, also hunting more books(there not being to many libraries on a military base in siberia). But as life went one, at the start of his 3rd year on the base, a new company arrived at the base, and in it in a almost cliche manner, a special person that wiking grew attached to, and after 2 years, at the age of 25, they married, and got a long vacation from the their duties as a "Thank you for your contribution, both on the front and at home"(more or less asking them to have a child).
Wanting to see more than siberia, and their home of northern europe, they applied to make a visit to former japan, the technological capital of the world. Promptly spending the next 3 moths getting all the paperwork done. But in the end they sat on a plane towards their goal.

But this trip, supposed to be one of joy, instead became one of grief, as after 2 weeks, wikings wife was shot dead by Sinopec officers, for no reason at all. wiking too almost meet the same fate, but fortunately the Sinopec thugs wanted to "play" with wiking, and set about slowly removing parts of him, a foot there, a finger there. Giving some local corporate spies from Helvetica time to interfere, killing the Sinopec thugs and transporting both wiking and his wife to an underground hospital, wiking survived, and his wife was proclaimed dead. the 2 were then flewn back to Helvetica territory with all due haste, and wiking was put immediately put under the knife, replacing the stumps that was his arms with mechanical replacements, and amputating the sorry excuse had had left for legs, replacing them too with arguments.

Fast forwards to when wiking is 28, by now he had returned to his job, now stationed in central London(a maglev train allowed him to live in scotland with no commuting problems). During this time he started to build up a group of non-legal assistants(Sherlock holmes style), and before he know it, by the age of 32 he had become the leader of a gang(even if he is strict, giving it a rather un-gang like feeling, and anyone breaking the strict rules are immediately disposed off) operating in the british isles,the nordic and most recently the westernmost part of france . It was small, and posed no threat to anyone one. But using his influence as a officer in Helvetica, while also expanding his criminal power, and now at the age of 35 it has grown extremely fast, even if it not as large as some others, it is still not one you want to meddle with too much. This also led him into contact with several anti-MC groups, one of them being lead by a shadowy individual by the alias of "Yamato", whom later put wiking into touch with a person named Morgan Argrave, the captain of a stolen sub. After a few months of co-operating together, wiking was offered a place on the sub, whom turned out to be sentient. Something wiking accepted, seeing he mostly worked from home by now anyway.

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Extra Info

Equipment, Weapons, and Vehicles:(this is what he prefers to wear, he can probably get a bit better stuff if he pulled some strings, also note that this is his PERSONAL stuff)
Combat Nano-Ceramic Blade(sword that retracts into his arms)
1 x Caseless pistol firing a round competitively as today's 9x19mm
1 X Caseless assault rifle firing a round comparatively to today's 5.56X45mm
Light combat armour
1 x Blade of Shintaro motorcycle
1 X car, located at his house in scotland
plus other more generic items


Likes and Dislikes: i'll keep this one IC if you do not mind, can say that he is not too happy with Sinopec

Moral Alignment: Chaotic good, true neutral (kinda)

Crimes convicted of: well, he has never been convicted, but he is guilty of several

Character App

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Name: has long forgotten his real one. His current alias, and codename is; Uncle

Age: well, he cannot remember that either, but at least 120 (he looks like a aging, balding 50 year old man)

Body Form: Android, Full Robot, that is; His PPsyD is a robotic one.

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Male, Robot, Asexual

Personality: Very much the servant personalty, more akin to a ISFJ i suppose(but not really)

Skills: everything a butler/servant would need to know, a exceptional fencer and shooter

Faction: Blackwell Group

Occupation: Leader of the UK-Ireland part of Blackwell, Catalysts 2nd in command

Starting Location: Cromwell, UK

Bio: Uncle was made shortly after the PPsyD where introduced, as a CAIT. Originally he served as the head servant for one of Britain's noble families, so naturally he was upload information that would be useful, wine tasting, cooking, driving, riding and so on. Some 25 years ago, the family ran out of money, and had to sell Uncle off to a scrap dealer, together with their robotic dog "Rufus". However, since Uncle had developed his own personality by now. He took Rufus and ran away, taking the name Charles Houdini, the last name a tribute to the escape artist. What happened after that he will not say, nor can it be found in any archives. But by the time that wiking had gone from having a few illegal assistants, to being a gang boss. He made his appearance, and proved his worth, becoming wiking's 2nd in command, a position he has held for the last few years(wiking is unaware of uncles real "identity")

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yes, dirty copy, but god dammit, i want to conquer europe

[Doughertania]

Character App

Name: Captain Morgan Argrave (current). Leviathan (former codename)

Age: 25

Body Form: Genetically modified human with cybernetic enhancements

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Female, Female, Straight

Personality: Morgan is likes to talk, preferable to others, but will occasionally talk to herself. Trusts her crew, her ship, her AI and little else. Not afraid to backdown from a fight if it's obvious that it puts her crew and ship in danger.

Skills: As a member of Project Tartarus, Morgan has been given a body that can represents the pinnacle of what a human can be. She has been trained in various martial arts, parkour, received advance combat training, and is fluent in a variety of languages. She was also the mechanical specialist of Project Tartarus, and as a result is an expert mechanic and engineer. Finally, she has leadership and negotiation skills as Captain of the Grand Gambit

Faction: The Grand Gambit

Occupation: Captain of the Grand Gambit

Starting Location: The Grand Gambit

Bio:

When the heads of Sinopec gazed out at their vast empire, they had much to appreciate. Their vast sphere of influence covered much of the largest continent on Earth. Their technological wonders inspiring awe in those that gazed upon them. Even the heavens themselves had been conquered, with majority of the lunar and martian colonies falling under their control. And as they looked out at their prosperity, they realized they needed something to defend it. Their armies were vast and well trained, but the lacked the finesse to handle and skill to handle special jobs, especially the Knights of the Scale. What they needed was something small, surgical, and able to inspire fear. After all, what's a knight without a monster to slay? Enter Project Tartarus.

Named for the spot in the Underworld where monsters were sent after they die, only to rise again, Project Tartarus formed as Sinopec's attempt to combine the technological marvels of the time to create their own legends. Their operatives received both a world class education as well as the best training possible. Their agents would receive advanced combat training, learning to fight in virtually all scenarios. They learned a specialized form of free running, using their suits grapple gauntlets to get places they otherwise couldn't. And each agent was then further trained in specialized skills. It was from these specialized skills that they received their new name. For example, Agent Phoenix is the group's medic and Agent Charybdis is the group's anti-vehicle specialist. Given it's extensiveness, training takes a lifetime.

Of course, that's what they planned on. Once their operatives have learned all they need, their PPsD is taken and downloaded into a new genetically altered body. The body has been made to take everything to absolute limit. Strength, speed, agility, reflexes, senses, and even a healing factor (heals minor wounds and expedites the healing of major ones) are at peak human. Bionics are added to one eye, as well as implants to the eardrum to allow for their companion AI's to aide them. These bodies were then given equipment of equal quality. Known as Chthonic armor, it could resist railgun, concussive force, and laser fire, had early warning systems, a trophy system, boosted natural physical capabilities, and a special ability unique to the individual. The armor had a few flaws. Prolonged exposure to enemy fire would eventually compromise armor integrity, EMP's would cause the electronics to freeze up and have to be rebooted, and their enemies, the Knights of the Scale, have hypersonic blades which, despite some success with a counter-vibration defense, could still cut through it with direct blows. But regardless, Chthonic armor was still an impressive piece of technology. Finally, the agents were given an AI. Acting as a companion and friend, the AI would run the agent's special armor enhancement, as well as serve various functions in and out of combat.

Of course, there were snags on the way. They first planned on having one person receive all the training, then use their PPsD into superior robotic bodies to create a small army of these elite warriors. However, this didn't work for several reasons. Robotics are susceptible to environmental hazard like sand and water, as well as EMPs. But most troubling was the fact that the these people reacted very negatively to there being identical copies of them. Sometimes they went into shock, sometimes they assaulted each in an effort to be the only one, and sometimes they just had feelings of paranoia and stress. Because of this, Project Tartarus would only allow one being to exist per PPsD.

Enter Morgan. Like all of the agents of the project, she had no memory of life outside the agency. She was raised here, receiving training and interacting with the other operatives. Even their daily allotted recreational breaks and her fondest memories took place in or around Tartarus's headquarters. However, she did have one tie to her biological family, who ever they were. Her older brother, Dagon. The two of them were quite the team. They paired up whenever they could, and together they felt like they could take on the world. They supported each other after a particularly challenging day, and even helped encourage the other to pursue the specific role they wanted. Agents were told and taught to trust their fellow agents as if they were extensions of yourself, but with the Argrave's it was instinctual.

Of course, Tartarus saw this, and seemed to rectify this. Before an individual can become an agent and receive a new body, they have to pass a virtual reality trial designed to test their physical, mental, and specialty skills. To this day, Morgan can still remember the test vividly. She and Dagon had both been briefed about it before hand, so they figured they knew what to expect. It was going to an assassination mission, requiring them to find a way into the compound and take out a highly skilled high value target. After creating the appearance of a large force heading for the compound using vehicles and remote charges, Morgan entered the compound, taking out guards en route. It wasn't until she got the center control room that she found her target. It was Dagon. The only way she could become an agent would be to kill him, and prevent him from becoming one. They began fighting, each torn between family ties and personal gain. In the end, Morgan threw a grenade at him. Instinctively, Dagon fired at it, and the resulting explosion killed both of them. Pleased, Tartarus had them instated the next day. When the two of them talked about it later, they were buzzing with excitement. Not only Morgan and Dagon become Leviathan and Specter respectively, but they had also fooled Tartarus. They both knew they needed a way to make their mutual death look like an accident, and that was what they had silently agreed on.

Realizing their partnership couldn't be snuffed out of existence, Tartarus allowed them to work together, knowing they would work well together which, in turn, would benefit Tartarus. As Leviathan and Specter they achieved much. Dagon would steal the tech, Morgan would build it. When she had free time though, she focused on the creation of a warship the like of which hadn't been seen before. A ship, completely self-sufficient, untraceable by satellite imagery, capable to hit targets any where there was a coast. Intrigued, Tartarus allowed her freedom to create the sub, even providing her with a crew and an AI for the ship. When it was finished, it acted as Leviathan's base, where she did her research, sending completed technological wonders and schematics to Tartarus as she finished it. But she truly won the loyalty of her crew during the assault on a military convoy protecting experimental mining equipment for use in outer space.

Tartarus ordered her to destroy the convoy completely. At first, she was fairly successful, sinking a few of the escort ships. However, it soon became clear that if she continued the assault, the sub would take extensive damage and much of the crew would not survive. When she voiced the concerned with Tartarus, they ignored her, stating the technology was too precious to Sinopec to be allowed to get to it's intended target. They promised her Griffin, the group's pilot, would be able to provide extraction for her and drill, as well as send a salvage crew for the sub. Morgan ignored this, and instead staged a boarding operation on the transport ship. She managed to get aboard fine, but while leaving she took heavy fire, taking a railgun shot to the shoulder and a slash to eye. Seeing their CO risk life and limb for them, the crew was now loyal to her. She decided it was worth the week of sensory deprivation she received as punishment for disobeying orders.

After that, she tried to avoid Tartarus as much as possible. She did her missions on the sub, and only returned when she was ordered to or if Dagon returned. One day, she received a message from Dagon, telling her to report to Sinopec immediately. He wouldn't say why, but he had a look in his eyes that said it was urgent. She got there as fast as he could, but by they time she had returned he had already left. She asked where, but the director of Tartarus said that he left on a very important mission, and he would return in a few days. She waited days. Then a week. Then two weeks. Still no Dagon.

At first, Morgan wasn't worried. After all, this wasn't the first time an agent went missing, so she figured they would just follow protocol. Their Alpha AI would establish contact with the agent's AI, who would in turn give them access to . If this couldn't be done, they would activate the homing beacon in the armor and try a rescue mission headed by Wraith, the recovery expert. Finally, if all else failed, then they would remotely detonate the armor, as well as release a virus which destroyed all copies of the PPsD of the agent aside from those held at Project Tartarus. It was a costly thing, but preferable to a rogue or brainwashed agent targeting Sinopec. But upon talking to Wraith, she was shocked to learn he hadn't even been alerted that there could be a mission. Tartarus was neither rescuing Dagon, nor respawning him. That meant he was alive somewhere, except for one problem. The Director called Morgan to his office, and personally informed her of her brother's demise. Dagon had died, and they refused to bring him back.

Morgan was stunned. She asked to know what the mission was. Her request was denied. She asked to know where he was last. Her request was denied. She asked to know about the circumstances, final transmission, anything. She was denied. So she took matters into her own hands. Going to Dagon's room, she searched for some kind of clue. Unfortunately Tartarus had removed much of what was in his room, leaving the furniture and little else. Then she remember she had made a secret compartment in the leg of his bed after he complained that his room seemed too normal for a secret government agent. Sure enough, inside was a data card. Once she was alone on the bridge of her sub (she couldn't trust Tartarus), she had her AI Doc go through the file. On it were several heavily encrypted files, which could only be opened by entering a combination in a specific geographical location or with a complicated passcode, depending on the file. The first one's hint was simple enough, a saying the two of shared. The file told her precious little, but it was enough to let her know that he was alive, as he instructed his AI to purge the files in the event of his death. It also told her there was a conspiracy, the Tartarus couldn't be trusted, and more would be revealed in time. Now Morgan knew she had to get away.

Thankful, she had a plan. First, she waited until the agents were off on mission. She then had her AI destroy the virus in her PPyD, and stole the copies of her and her brother's PPyD. Finally, she made her escape, rushing to the sub and narrowly avoid capture. With some contempt, the director pushed the detonator on the tracking devises, and watched in horror as his pursuit crafts were blown up instead. Morgan had removed the bombs from the sub and armor, and placed it in the hanger to prevent aircraft from following her. Furious, the director stormed off, making plans to send an agent or a few after her.

As they sailed away, Morgan decided they needed a new name for the ship. After some thought, the AI decided on the Grand Gambit. A fitting name, given the circumstances. Now-a-days, she spends her days chasing leads to find out what happened to her brother, while also making life miserable for whichever MC was in the area, especially Sinopec. She also hopes to one day present the truth to her former comrades, and prays that she can convince the before they come to blows.

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Extra Info

Equipment, Weapons, and Vehicles: When not in her armor, she's armed with a railgun assault rifle, plasma pistol, vibroknife, vibroblade, as well as a few EMP grenades and her grapple gauntlets. Her uniform provides protection from small arms and blades, but higher end weapons can still tear through it. Her right eye is bionic, and implants are located in her eardrums, allowing her AI to see and hear what she does.

In her armor, she wields a grapple gauntlet and a veritable dispersal unit (VDU). A product of her own invention, the VDU fires different gels and pellets, each with a different property. In the suit, she also wields a railgun SAW, as the suit boosts her natural abilities to superhuman level. It is air tight, and has a rebreather. The Suit also has several micro cameras, allowing her AI to get a 360 view around her. There are also two high energy lasers localated on either shoulder, which can swivel to hit targets all around her. Finally, the Suit's specialty are nanobots that can repair the armor during combat. Like anything, it has it's weaknesses. As someone once said, quantity has a quality of its own. Although the armor can withstand a fight against even the most skilled individuals, multiple highly trained operatives against one of her can prove difficult. The lasers can over heat, so a constant barrage of rockets or other such projectiles would circumvent her trophy system.

Her AI is Doc. Short for Digital Operations Companion, Doc has many roles both in and out of combat. Out of combat, he's can pull schematics up, calculate solutions, and act as an advisor. In combat, he helps act as an early warning systems, pointing out targets, warning Morgan of dangerous situations, and target larger projectiles and debris with a high powered laser locate on either shoulder. Doc, like all Tartarus AI's, are designed by default to be nigh impossible to hack or corrupt, and are quite capable to defend himself and the armor from hacks. Despite his capabilities, Doc still has weaknesses. He wasn't designed to be an infiltration AI, and therefore cannot crack through upper-middle tier security systems without a significant amount time, and needs longer still with higher-end systems. He also can't run all the Suit's functions at once. This means in order to access specific schematics and activate the repair bots, Doc will no longer be monitoring the suit's early warning systems or defense systems, rendering Morgan significantly more vulnerable

And, obviously, her vehicle and base of operation is the Grand Gambit

Likes and Dislikes:

• Likes: Her ship and crew, freedom, her brother, apples, the colors black and red
• Dislikes: MC's, Sinopec especially, spicy food, the color yellow

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Crimes convicted of: She stands accused of grand larceny, piracy, destruction of private property, and grand theft submarine.


It's a copy, so I might touch up a few things here and there, but this is Morgan more or less.

[Mirakai]

*fangirl squee*

YES!

IT'S BACK!

FUCK YEAH!

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

When I have time to read about all this, I'll make an app. I read half, though, and it looks good!

[Videssos]

Well, I'm here, though I'm a bit busy today and tomorrow.

[Finland SSR]

Bah, I was going to make my app today, but it took me 6 hours to find a tolerable appearance.

It usually takes me less, I swear!

[New Rob Halfordia]

hÿpe

[Finland SSR]

hÿpe

yiß

[Isle of Lithonia]

Hey guys, I'm gonna be on later tonight. For now, its off to a double date. ;P

But I'm starting to get nostalgic with all those old characters being brought back to life...dang...

Also, all the apps that have been put up so far are accepted, so throw them in the new archive.

[Imperial--japan]

Tiggity taggity what's in the baggity.

[New Rob Halfordia]

Tiggity taggity what's in the baggity.

Probably an illegal narcotic.

[The GAmeTopians]

[Imperial--japan]

Character App

Name: Valeri Ivana

Age: 27 years

Body Form: Artificially Enhanced Human

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Female, Female, Bisexual

Personality: Though she looks rather unapproachable, that would be a correct assumption. Valeri is very serious when it comes to her job, making her a force to be reckoned with in the office. When you're privy to the dark corporate secrets of various organizations, it tends to grate on you. She's suspicious of new people as well. She's been in the business for enough time now to know that your job can end thanks to the simplest of mistakes. As a diplomat, she feigns friendliness and is very firm in negotiations.

Skills:

• Cybernetically Enhanced Agility
• Empathetic Deception
• Mathematically Advanced
• Eye scanner (Includes thermal and x-ray vision. As well as hacking capabilities)
• Mental Implants (Allow for usage of cybernetic parts and mental networking capabilities)
• Genetically Enhanced Hearing

Faction: Helvetica Inc.

Occupation: Diplomat, Corporate Spy

Starting Location: Paris, France

Bio: Valeri was born in Helvetican territory (Ukraine), but did not remain there for long. Her parents relocated to Israel as part of a paid immigration incentive. That, and her mother was in massive debt to one of Helvetica's junior branches. The relocation came as a bit of a shock, but she and her family adjusted as well as they could. At the age of nine, Valeri's school was raided by members of the Mujahideen. Though bloodless, her and over a dozen other kids were taken prisoner by them. Why her specifically, she wouldn't know, but she guessed her exotic looks might have singled her out.

For five years she remained a hostage. It was five years of indoctrination and subtle psychologic torture. After some time, Valeri's release had been secured by Helvetican negotiators and she was reunited with her parents in France, where they had relocated. As compensation for the failed immigration incentive, Valeri and her family would be able to live comfortably on Helvetican subsidies, and she was offered private tutors and eventual admission to a College of her choosing. However, Helvetica would assign her a future career based on her performance in primary school and tutor recommendations.

It was eventually decided that Valeri would join the Diplomatic Corps. She would specialize in espionage as part of her training, and to the surprise of her instructors, excelled at it. Perhaps because of the genetic modifications Helvetica provided? A cybernetic left eye, legs, and improved hearing, were some of the things that Valeri found herself gifted with as part of her training. As long as her performance maintained itself, she would find that her family could live the life of luxury for some time.

Previously part of a delegation to Sinopec who's relations were beginning to sour after an investigation into missing blueprints and discovery of copied schematics, Valeri has been recalled to Paris for some time to await new orders.

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Extra Info

Equipment, Weapons, and Vehicles: Personal Vehicle, but other than that, no weapons or personal protection to speak of other than guards.

Likes and Dislikes:

• Muslims/Arabs
• Ill-manners
• Asians
• Africans
• The unintelligent
• The genetically inferior

• Europeans
• North Americans
• Transhumanism
• Luxuries and the Luxurious lifestyle
• Well endowed women

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Crimes convicted of: None

• Murder (1'st degree)
• Treason
• Corporate Espionage
• Kidnapping

[New Rob Halfordia]

Character App

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Name: Max "Pestilence" Xylan

Age: Physically Several Years, Mentally 27

Body Form: Cybernetic Machine w/ human consciousness

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Male, Robot, Asexual

Personality: Snarky to a fault. He takes few things seriously, especially due to his special abilities, and has little sense of danger, rarely shows any signs of distress of anguish. While his physical abilities are only slightly superhuman in the grand scale of things, his snark registers off the charts. It is multiversal in its sheer destructive power and potency, as even the mightiest of egos pale in comparison to the sheer hubris displayed by Max's self proclaimed magnificence. Ego the Living Planet from Green Lantern doesn't have shit on this guy. Narcissus himself would cower in fear before Max's mighty one man cult of personality. Copernicus believed the universe to be heliocentric, but Max says nay, it is in fact MAXCENTRIC. (That feel when this character is a self insert). But as I said, all around, he is very self aware. He tries to enjoy every situation, and almost never takes anything seriously. But, when he does get angry, or pushed into a corner he can't back up from... well... pray you're not the one pushing him into that corner.

Skills: The ability which makes him so special is regeneration. His cybernetic body is made of various materials, but most important to is one metal like material which was collected from a rogue asteroid which seems to be from outside the solar system, given its contents are completely inconsistent with Earth's periodic table. Along with having a strong, non magnetic cohesion to itself, being able to pull itself together even from distances up to 25 feet, it has another incredibly unique trait. When an electrical charge is put into it, much like organic cells, it will multiply, regenerating like a salamanders tail. This means that as long as any one of Max's ten power units remain active and intact, he can survive, regenerating from almost any injury.

Along with this, his metallic body is much more durable than normal human tissue, meaning that as far as standard projectiles go, nothing short of a 20mm shell can cause noticeable damage. It also affords him superhuman strength. However, it is an imperfect alloy, incredibly heavy (standing at about 7'6" and weighing around 500 lbs) and not very flexible. His mobility is somewhat limited, and against any competent plasma blade wielder, he would have trouble putting up much of a fight. However, in ranged combat and unarmed melee he's incredibly versatile. Being cybernetic, his aim is impeccable, and he can handle very heavy weapons. In terms of hand to hand combat, his durable metallic body means anything short of mech would have trouble putting up a fight. This is to say nothing of his weaponry...

Faction: The Four Horsemen/Sinopec

Occupation: Freelance PMC

Starting Location: Suspected Knight Stronghold

Bio:
Pestilence was born Max Xylan, to a very poor family under Sinopec. His father was an addict, and his mother died during childbirth, but despite this, he maintained a positive outlook on life. Everything was a joke to him, and he believed the rules were meant to be broken, and this afforded him a lot of trouble in his teen years. It was no time at all before the unruly child was a hardened criminal, fighting the system whenever and wherever he could. He joined a small gang with three friends called "The Four Horsemen".

Due to his slightly annoying tendencies and loquaciousness, he became known as Pestilence, and was one of the leaders with his four friends, Ulysses (War), Mike (Famine), and Varg (Death). They quickly established a reputation as a brutally efficient group of criminals, willing to do anything for the right price. Even Sinopec's police force had trouble tracking them, and it was years before their identities were even confirmed.

However, not shortly after that, they were captured, given two options. Execution, or... Experimental Private Military Service. Naturally, the group chose the latter, as now not only were they warriors, they were going to be actual PMCs. However, they were no normal PMCs. They were part of a Sinopec super soldier program. Each one was given major physical augmentations true to their names. Ulysses, War, was given nanomachine enhancements, allowing his body to harden under threat of physical trauma, and vastly increasing his strength, turning the man into a walking tank in both durability and strength. Mike, Famine, was given immunity to an incredibly toxic metallic agent, and means to distribute it to others by guiding it through the air via magnetism. Max, Pestilence, was given the ability a cybernetic body, capable of regenerating from almost energy through use of an otherworldly material. Varg, Death, and the leader of the Horseman, was not only given an experimental Dark Plasma Sword, but also entrusted with the the power held by the other material found on the asteroid from which Max's new body was made. When it was introduced into Varg's being, it had an unusual effect to say the least.

The result of Varg's procedure left him inhuman. It turned his skin into a coarse black armor, similar to Max. However, his was not what truly set him apart. While the means of his power are unknown to all but the highest ranking Sinopec executives, Varg became capable of turning himself into a shadow, like wisps of smoke which cannot be harmed by normal physical contact, and which, much to the horror of his enemies, can take control of empty vessels. In other words, corpses. Something which terrified even Max, making Varg one of the few people he truly feared.

Together, the Horsemen became force to be reckoned with. Just the mention of their names alone are enough to send some people into hiding. They have been known to take sport in hunting Knights of the Scale, and have varying opinions on the various other factions. Max himself actually holds some disdain for Sinopec, believing them to be unnecessarily cruel and brutal. However, he is mostly politically apathetic, as, he is simply given targets. And targets, of course, need to be shot by someone. And in Max's view, it may as well be him.

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Extra Info

Equipment, Weapons, and Vehicles: Due to the self magnetic natures and regenerative nature of the material he is made of, he uses no handheld weapons. Instead, he is the weapon. 20mm holes in his hands fire small chunks of his body's composition in the same manner as a railgun, using the both substance's magnetic, and regenerative abilities to the fullest.

Likes and Dislikes:

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Crimes convicted of:
Murder
Theft of varying degrees
Assault
Armed Robbery
Smuggling
Speeding
Arms Dealing

[New Rob Halfordia]

Any feedback is appreciated, negative or positive.

[Imperial--japan]

Any feedback is appreciated, negative or positive.

I'm always a fan of Cybernetic machine with human consciousness. Get some Peter Weller Robocop shit up in here.

[New Rob Halfordia]

Any feedback is appreciated, negative or positive.

I'm always a fan of Cybernetic machine with human consciousness. Get some Peter Weller Robocop shit up in here.

You would love my solo arc in Infinite Justice, "Foundry Wars"

All about robots with consciousness.

[Mirakai]

I think this is the RP I can finally break out the alchoholic loli

[The GAmeTopians]

I think this is the RP I can finally break out the alchoholic loli

GAme rises from the ground
Just keep it PG-13, senpai.
walks off on Co-OP patrol
Really to find own app

[Stormwrath]

No idea if co-OPs can approve apps made by fellow co-OPs, or when they make an app they're automatically accepted. :|

[Bentus]

Taggity tag tagged.

Doubt I'll have time for this, but at the very least it's on the 'to-read' list

[Finland SSR]

Bah, the OP is still biased for Knights of the Oil Shale.

I wonder if we'll have the same demographic as last time, where 60% of people were independent mercenaries and 70% were kindhearted hackers.

[The Tophat Empire]

Bah, the OP is still biased for Knights of the Oil Shale.

I wonder if we'll have the same demographic as last time, where 60% of people were independent mercenaries and 70% were kindhearted hackers.

and then there is my characters, whom are planning to take over the criminal world, then the not-criminal world, and will fuck you over if you go against them ^^

ooh, and they will probably do it with a glass of wine in one hand, wearing suits, cus why not

i might be a bit too hyped for this, but, it did make me in a better mood and state, so i don't care

[Finland SSR]

Character App

>900 pixels, so I'll do it the old fashion way

Name: Viktor Orbanov

Age: 89

Body Form: Robot frame

Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Male, Android, Straight

Personality: Viktor has two subjects of passion in his life - fighting for the working class in his own badass way and brushing said badassness into the faces of others. He is a devout socialist and highly read up on communist literature from Marx to Jack Reed and Fidel Castro - this dedication to the ideology is what got him in the New Proletariat in the first place. However, his big fault is that he is extremely brash and cocky - the great robotic upgrade didn't help with that, obviously.

Skills: Viktor's new robotic frame is built from refined boride-reinforced carbon fiber - a rather recently developed composite organic material with one of the highest strength-to-weight ratios known on this planet. Despite his body having supernatural levels of durability, it only weighs 80 pounds - less than his weapon! This, along with heightened strength, senses and speed due to the cybernetic enhancements, makes agility and evasion this proletarian hero's greatest strength. That and the fact that he is a robot, so he has a computer GUI and targeting system to help him in combat. That too. He also has some anti-EMP software installed - not 100% security, but for pushing through the weaker pulses.

Viktor is also a heavily experienced fighter, having participated and fought in thousands of New Proletariat missions across the planet - he is acquainted with stealth, assassination, guerilla warfare and causing as much havoc as possible when that fails. He's battled many capitalist pigdog mercenaries and bounty hunters throughout his lifetime - fighting one on one is not something our friend avoids.

Also, he writes pro-worker political dissertations when he's not busy, y'know, kicking ass.

Faction: New Proletariat. PSYCHES OF THE WORLD, UNITE

Occupation: Full-time communist sympathizing guerilla, part-time anarchist terrorist scum.

Starting Location: NP Base, Cuba

Bio: Oh, oh, doesn't need to be super in depth, only a paragraph? Let's see... A Russian guy, born in Volgograd. From an intellectual family, father's a librarian, mother's a university professor. Got into reading ideological literature at a very young age, was good at it, much interest, much like. Joined the New Proletariat in secret and started doing covert operations as a sleeping spy, but soon had to emigrate as his missions were failing. So instead of the espionage thing, he moved right to the headquarters in Cuba, met up with the Leader and joined the ranks of the frontline troops. It turned out he was really freaking good at blowing shit up and killing people the direct way, especially in close combat, so he rose through the ranks pretty quickly. Eventually, he tried out the prototype Heat Blade, cut himself up on accident and died in agony...

But not, because this is Sempiternal you guys! His PPsyD was just transported to a new hip robotic body, and he almost certainly touched the weapon that killed him that one time, again.

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Extra Info

Equipment, Weapons, and Vehicles:

* Prototype Heat Blade - Okay, so apparently this concept is not as original as I previously thought, as these things exist everywhere from Gundam to Warframe. Nevertheless, it's still cool. The prototype Heat Blade is the first high-tech weapon the New Proletariat constructed on it's own, and Viktor, being the most effective and deadly of the organization's elites, got a hold of one. Obviously he soon threw away his previous boring firearm weapons, because who wouldn't?

The Heat Blade's main draw - shocker! - is heat. Using a plutonium battery powered internal heating system, the edge of the sword is heated up to a lukewarm 5000℃ with the simple press of a button on the end of the handle. The edge is also composed of a silver-diamond mix, which makes it incredibly heat-conductive, especially when in contact with solid objects. This can get the Blade to do some pretty crazy things, like cut through steel beams, reinforced walls and fat capitalist pigdogs like butter on a sunny August day, or overestimate your skills and cut through a few legs of yours... Yeah, the Heat Blade is a very risky weapon to wield - a single screw-up and you're a puddle - but hey, at least the same applies to them! Also, in order to prevent the weapon from melting itself, it had to be built from incredibly dense and heat-resistant material, making it heavy as hell, and making it so only augmented transhumans or androids are capable of wielding the Blade.

Likes: Mikhail Frunze, Friedrich Engels, Hegel, brewing chaos from time to time, trolling PMCs

Dislikes: Anything right of pure, unadulterated communism.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good. Communism is only good. What, you disagree? Come on in, we have a special gulag for you!
Why am I joking about GULAG when my great-grandfather died there? True story.

Crimes convicted of: all of them
Murder
Serial murder
Parallel murder
Vertical murder
Murder with no ketchup
Intentional bodily harm
Collaboration with terrorist groups
Participation in a terrorist group
Mass acts of terrorism
Usage of illegal weaponry
Collaboration in illegal arms dealing
Anti-MC rhetoric
Vandalism
Communism
and probably more

Hasn't actually been caught, tried or arrested for any of them, though. I'M A FREE MAN YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!

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[The Tophat Empire]

Parallel murder
Vertical murder
Murder with no ketchup
Intentional bodily harm

Fuck you for almost getting me thrown out of class, i may have laughed a bit to hard.... :/