Convergence (OOC, OPEN|Sci-FI Fandom Crossover|Halo, ME, SW)

[Osnil Returns]

WHat should Sine be doing?

Spawning at the capital ship of whichever faction she's in is recommended. Though you are free to introduce her anyway you please, as long as it makes sense with what is written so far.

Sine's on the outs with the CIS and Republic right now. Could I have her searching the Unknown Regions for a cure to her poisoning instead?

[Zepplien]

Commerce and Vanquaria, you are clear to post. Zep, I need you to repost your app for me to see. You've already posted in IC, so its fine. No need to retconn.

Everybody whose recently applied, check the player role for the updated version. If your not there, let me know. ALSO, new limit of three characters max for all players. Staff may have unlimited NPCs, to keep the story fluid and rolling.

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Paz Nevin
Sex: Female

Race & Faction: Umbaran, Retail Caucus, Confederacy of Independent Systems

Appearance: Paz is a tall Umbaran, with a height of 1.9 meters, though she shares the grey eyes of many of her fellow Umbarans. Her sliver hair is cut short in a fairly typical human cut, as such to better fit in with her human compatriots, and has nothing to do with her young age.

Universe of Origin: Star Wars

Biography: Paz Nevin was born on Coruscant, both of her parents in the seventh caste of Umbarian Society, and thus being raised as a rather spoiled child. Whatever she desired she had in her hands by the end of the day, but even with such greed she still learned the arts of the Umbaran people growing up. She was no engineer, nor a soldier or scientist, but instead she found herself to have a gift of number and mathematics to rival the droids that served as her bodyguards. Always ahead of people her age in mathematics it was natural she followed her father into the business world, being taught the (Literally) cutthroat politics of the Retail Caucus. Her mother first admitted to pride in her daughter when the Muun above her 'accidentally' fell off his balcony and she inherited the position of General Manager of Marketing for the Undercity. To say she reveled in her position was an understatement, and she used it as a springboard to extend feelers into every aspect of the Caucus, prepare herself for further advancement.

Though the galaxy seemed to have other plans, and she was called away by the Caucus to be offered another position. She was no general, no admiral, but her loyalty was assured, and thus she was offered the command of a ship and large contingent of droids. She supplemented her forces with further organic forces, advanced droids, and upgrades to her Diamond class flagship the Insatiable Greed. Unlike others in the CIS she did not simply attempt to hammer a point with B1 droids until the enemy ran out of ammo, instead counting on a variety of tactics, especially capturing enemy soldiers and interrogating them personally then launching a full surprise attack at the weakest point. While she obeys orders with loyalty and pride in the Caucus, she also holds respect for life, property, and general rules of warfare, doing her best to insure that those under her forces are treated well and their lives disrupted as little as possible. If this is the idealistic Umbarian being kind hearted, or simply a point to avoid popular uprising is unknown by those around her, leaving the Republic to be unsure how to deal with her when/if captured.

When Head of State Dooku contacted her about a prestigious mission that would yield her great rewards within not just the CIS but also the Retail Caucus, she could not bow and offer her services fast enough. Though, a part of her mind wondered if her offer of such a thing was payment for forgetting things her telepathy had gleamed from him when she had to meet with the Confederate Senate. Regardless of the reasoning she took the chance, and only later realized it was to throw her aside, not to grant her prestige.

Powers/Abilities: She has the ability to read the, interpret the feelings of, and even plant suggestion in the minds of those around her, and see beyond the human spectrum if vision. Beyond this Umbaran power she counts on droids to do heavy lifting in combat as she knows nothing of the force.

Optional!

Likes: Umbaran Fashion, Human High Culture, Her enemies suffering 'accidents', The Retail Caucus

Dislikes: Human Morality, Republican Legal Systems, the Sith and Jedi

Theme Song:

Tropes: Yes Umbaran

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Sarah Gustav'ee
Sex: Female

Race & Faction: Human, Covenant Remnant

Appearance: Sarah is tall for a human, standing at 1.85 meters, and is of mixed race ancestry with her slightly darkened features, dark hair, and dark eyes. She has only enough hair to cover the top of her head, any further seen as decadence and thus heresy.

Universe of Origin: Halo

Biography: Sarah was born not on any world, or moon, but instead on a UNSC Prowler that had been 'commandeered' by human insurgents against the UNSC in the asteroid field of a distant gas world far beyond where the Covenant has pushed humanity back through. She grew up not just among Humans but also the Kig Yar who traded with them to mutual benefit. It was from the Kig Yar that she learned not just of the Covenant tongues, but also of the Great Journey, Forerunners, and Prophets. Beyond her (Very secretive) veneration of the Forerunners, she had a fairly normal childhood aboard the asteroid complex. It wasn't until she was 13 that her life would change beyond the typical days of any insurgent child.

The Covenant was not merciful, not even to the Kig Yar who tried to explain their reasoning for violating so many writs, when they found the complex. The insurgents who could fled to the prowler that was the entire reason the Covenant even decided to board the complex rather than destroy it outright. Despite the rather stiff resistance put up by the Insurgents they were no match for the kill teams of the Covenant Empire. In the fighting young Sarah hid in her mother's study, clutching a holy relic of the Forerunners to her chest as the battle raged outside the doors. It was when all was quiet that she emerged, looking for a way off the station, but instead she found herself face to face with a San'Shyuum of noble rank. His honor guard nearly took the teen's head off before she had managed the famous words of scripture 'The Path is wide and we shall walk it side by side'. The fact that this human could quote scripture, in the tongue of the San'Shyuum no less, was remarkable to say the least. It was when she fell to her knees, and presented the relic of the Forerunners to the San'shyuum that the Covenant Officers truly realized she was not of the same breed as her counterparts. It was to her nearly mythical luck that the San'shyuum was a high ranking member of the Ministry of Conversion, perhaps the only one who could grant her pardon for her crime of being human.

Kept within the fleet of the Minister of Conversion, Sarah was taken under the wing of a Shipmaster who taught her of honor, combat, and swordsmanship, while the Minister himself saw to her religious schooling. She was his test, to see if humans could truly be as equals with them on the Great Journey. It was when humanity's homeworld was discovered that the Minister began plans to return to the Holy City of High Charity and present her to the High Prophets of Truth, Mercy, and Regret as a model for how humans need not be wiped out, only converted. It was only with the blessings of the Forerunners that the 15 year old avoided being cut down by Truth's guards for by the time their ship the Righteous Hierophant docked to High Charity all had gone to hell. The shipmaster, and the honor guards of the Minister of Conversion cut through so many servants of the parasite that even the most honor obsessed lost count. Sarah used her carbine in combat for the first time on that day, her quick eye inherited from her father who had served as an insurgent sharpshooter. One combat form managed to get past the guards, and the human convert made a split second choice to grab the hilt of an honor guard's plasma sword and use it to cut down the combat form. The Holy City was a lost cause, and with such a close call on the Minister's life they fled back to the Righteous Hierophant to lick their wounds and assess the situation.

The Righteous Hierophant jumped to slip space almost as soon as it broke dock with High Charity. Once safe the honor guardsman who had his sword taken did the only honorable thing, and spoke with the Shipmaster. In his terms he was unworthy of the blade, as if the human could protect the Minister he should have in her place. He fell upon his sword with only the request that 'she with more honor than I' take the sword. She was promoted to Ultra in the Covenant Army, minimum rank needed to wield a sword, and given armour befitting her status. Though it was supposed to be a time of joy for her, she joined the rest of the crew, from the lowest Unggoy to the Shipmaster himself in grief over the loss of the Holy City. Any who would say they had a purpose after that would be either a liar of a fool, instead they became part of the weak remnant of the Covenant.

With orders from the aging Minister himself, Sarah Gustav'ee was reassigned to the Remnant fleet along with her chosen squad of Sangheili, prepared for boarding or ground action against her species kin who refused to embrace the true way of things.

Powers/Abilities: While she may not have augmentations she does have shielding/armour that befits her station and carries both an energy sword and a Type 51 Carbine. While not a perfect fit, she does wear armour that was originally made for a Sangheili Ultra.

Optional!

Likes: Worship and Relevance of the Gods (Forerunners), Swordsmanship, Honor, Glory

Dislikes: Heresy, most humans, UNSC (With a passion)

Theme Song:

Tropes:

[TriStates]

Spawning at the capital ship of whichever faction she's in is recommended. Though you are free to introduce her anyway you please, as long as it makes sense with what is written so far.

Sine's on the outs with the CIS and Republic right now. Could I have her searching the Unknown Regions for a cure to her poisoning instead?

Thats fine. Can you repost your apps? I need to get you on the roll.

Commerce and Vanquaria, you are clear to post. Zep, I need you to repost your app for me to see. You've already posted in IC, so its fine. No need to retconn.

Everybody whose recently applied, check the player role for the updated version. If your not there, let me know. ALSO, new limit of three characters max for all players. Staff may have unlimited NPCs, to keep the story fluid and rolling.

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Paz Nevin
Sex: Female

Race & Faction: Umbaran, Retail Caucus, Confederacy of Independent Systems

Appearance: Paz is a tall Umbaran, with a height of 1.9 meters, though she shares the grey eyes of many of her fellow Umbarans. Her sliver hair is cut short in a fairly typical human cut, as such to better fit in with her human compatriots, and has nothing to do with her young age.

Universe of Origin: Star Wars

Biography: Paz Nevin was born on Coruscant, both of her parents in the seventh caste of Umbarian Society, and thus being raised as a rather spoiled child. Whatever she desired she had in her hands by the end of the day, but even with such greed she still learned the arts of the Umbaran people growing up. She was no engineer, nor a soldier or scientist, but instead she found herself to have a gift of number and mathematics to rival the droids that served as her bodyguards. Always ahead of people her age in mathematics it was natural she followed her father into the business world, being taught the (Literally) cutthroat politics of the Retail Caucus. Her mother first admitted to pride in her daughter when the Muun above her 'accidentally' fell off his balcony and she inherited the position of General Manager of Marketing for the Undercity. To say she reveled in her position was an understatement, and she used it as a springboard to extend feelers into every aspect of the Caucus, prepare herself for further advancement.

Though the galaxy seemed to have other plans, and she was called away by the Caucus to be offered another position. She was no general, no admiral, but her loyalty was assured, and thus she was offered the command of a ship and large contingent of droids. She supplemented her forces with further organic forces, advanced droids, and upgrades to her Diamond class flagship the Insatiable Greed. Unlike others in the CIS she did not simply attempt to hammer a point with B1 droids until the enemy ran out of ammo, instead counting on a variety of tactics, especially capturing enemy soldiers and interrogating them personally then launching a full surprise attack at the weakest point. While she obeys orders with loyalty and pride in the Caucus, she also holds respect for life, property, and general rules of warfare, doing her best to insure that those under her forces are treated well and their lives disrupted as little as possible. If this is the idealistic Umbarian being kind hearted, or simply a point to avoid popular uprising is unknown by those around her, leaving the Republic to be unsure how to deal with her when/if captured.

When Head of State Dooku contacted her about a prestigious mission that would yield her great rewards within not just the CIS but also the Retail Caucus, she could not bow and offer her services fast enough. Though, a part of her mind wondered if her offer of such a thing was payment for forgetting things her telepathy had gleamed from him when she had to meet with the Confederate Senate. Regardless of the reasoning she took the chance, and only later realized it was to throw her aside, not to grant her prestige.

Powers/Abilities: She has the ability to read the, interpret the feelings of, and even plant suggestion in the minds of those around her, and see beyond the human spectrum if vision. Beyond this Umbaran power she counts on droids to do heavy lifting in combat as she knows nothing of the force.

Optional!

Likes: Umbaran Fashion, Human High Culture, Her enemies suffering 'accidents', The Retail Caucus

Dislikes: Human Morality, Republican Legal Systems, the Sith and Jedi

Theme Song:

Tropes: Yes Umbaran

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Sarah Gustav'ee
Sex: Female

Race & Faction: Human, Covenant Remnant

Appearance: Sarah is tall for a human, standing at 1.85 meters, and is of mixed race ancestry with her slightly darkened features, dark hair, and dark eyes. She has only enough hair to cover the top of her head, any further seen as decadence and thus heresy.

Universe of Origin: Halo

Biography: Sarah was born not on any world, or moon, but instead on a UNSC Prowler that had been 'commandeered' by human insurgents against the UNSC in the asteroid field of a distant gas world far beyond where the Covenant has pushed humanity back through. She grew up not just among Humans but also the Kig Yar who traded with them to mutual benefit. It was from the Kig Yar that she learned not just of the Covenant tongues, but also of the Great Journey, Forerunners, and Prophets. Beyond her (Very secretive) veneration of the Forerunners, she had a fairly normal childhood aboard the asteroid complex. It wasn't until she was 13 that her life would change beyond the typical days of any insurgent child.

The Covenant was not merciful, not even to the Kig Yar who tried to explain their reasoning for violating so many writs, when they found the complex. The insurgents who could fled to the prowler that was the entire reason the Covenant even decided to board the complex rather than destroy it outright. Despite the rather stiff resistance put up by the Insurgents they were no match for the kill teams of the Covenant Empire. In the fighting young Sarah hid in her mother's study, clutching a holy relic of the Forerunners to her chest as the battle raged outside the doors. It was when all was quiet that she emerged, looking for a way off the station, but instead she found herself face to face with a San'Shyuum of noble rank. His honor guard nearly took the teen's head off before she had managed the famous words of scripture 'The Path is wide and we shall walk it side by side'. The fact that this human could quote scripture, in the tongue of the San'Shyuum no less, was remarkable to say the least. It was when she fell to her knees, and presented the relic of the Forerunners to the San'shyuum that the Covenant Officers truly realized she was not of the same breed as her counterparts. It was to her nearly mythical luck that the San'shyuum was a high ranking member of the Ministry of Conversion, perhaps the only one who could grant her pardon for her crime of being human.

Kept within the fleet of the Minister of Conversion, Sarah was taken under the wing of a Shipmaster who taught her of honor, combat, and swordsmanship, while the Minister himself saw to her religious schooling. She was his test, to see if humans could truly be as equals with them on the Great Journey. It was when humanity's homeworld was discovered that the Minister began plans to return to the Holy City of High Charity and present her to the High Prophets of Truth, Mercy, and Regret as a model for how humans need not be wiped out, only converted. It was only with the blessings of the Forerunners that the 15 year old avoided being cut down by Truth's guards for by the time their ship the Righteous Hierophant docked to High Charity all had gone to hell. The shipmaster, and the honor guards of the Minister of Conversion cut through so many servants of the parasite that even the most honor obsessed lost count. Sarah used her carbine in combat for the first time on that day, her quick eye inherited from her father who had served as an insurgent sharpshooter. One combat form managed to get past the guards, and the human convert made a split second choice to grab the hilt of an honor guard's plasma sword and use it to cut down the combat form. The Holy City was a lost cause, and with such a close call on the Minister's life they fled back to the Righteous Hierophant to lick their wounds and assess the situation.

The Righteous Hierophant jumped to slip space almost as soon as it broke dock with High Charity. Once safe the honor guardsman who had his sword taken did the only honorable thing, and spoke with the Shipmaster. In his terms he was unworthy of the blade, as if the human could protect the Minister he should have in her place. He fell upon his sword with only the request that 'she with more honor than I' take the sword. She was promoted to Ultra in the Covenant Army, minimum rank needed to wield a sword, and given armour befitting her status. Though it was supposed to be a time of joy for her, she joined the rest of the crew, from the lowest Unggoy to the Shipmaster himself in grief over the loss of the Holy City. Any who would say they had a purpose after that would be either a liar of a fool, instead they became part of the weak remnant of the Covenant.

With orders from the aging Minister himself, Sarah Gustav'ee was reassigned to the Remnant fleet along with her chosen squad of Sangheili, prepared for boarding or ground action against her species kin who refused to embrace the true way of things.

Powers/Abilities: While she may not have augmentations she does have shielding/armour that befits her station and carries both an energy sword and a Type 51 Carbine. While not a perfect fit, she does wear armour that was originally made for a Sangheili Ultra.

Optional!

Likes: Worship and Relevance of the Gods (Forerunners), Swordsmanship, Honor, Glory

Dislikes: Heresy, most humans, UNSC (With a passion)

Theme Song:

Tropes:

Thanks.

[Danceria]

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Septilus Varitis
Sex: Male

Race & Faction: Turian and the Andromeda Initiative

Appearance: His face

Universe of Origin: Mass Effect

Biography: What is there to say about Septilus? Up until 15, he’s been the Turian equivalent of a country bumpkin on Oma Ker, so he was no stranger to hard work growing up. From mucking stables, maintaining fields at the crack of dawn, even with the technology of the times, farming was still difficult. This however, was mild compared to a chilling diagnosis made when he was only 10 months old. The child had Octilian’s Vocalization Disorder (OVD), where his vocal chords were able to receive solid food and breathe well, but were unable to move enough to fully vocalize. Septilus had a grasp of language and mentally was sound, it’s just he could hardly speak. This wasn’t a large issue on an isolated farmstead, in fact, he could vocalize and soothe the animals, and encouraged him to read and write prolifically. But when the Day of Summoning came, when Septilius was called into military service at the tender age of 15, lack of communication within a unit would be fatal.

Due to his background, coupled with his naturally quiet demeanor, Septilus found himself a cross between a handy mechanic and a saboteur, eventually earning himself enough credits for the surgery and subsequent rehab to at long last rid himself of OVD.

Looking for adventure beyond the confines of Turian society, Septilus sought out the Andromeda Initiative. Perhaps far outside the confines of the galaxy, Septilus could make a name for himself, be something more than just another soldier among the Turians…

There was only one way to find out.

Powers/Abilities:
Powers: Pathfinder AI

Martial Artist:

Gun Expert:

Equipment (Note, equipment varies from mission to mission, but as the designated gunman, he ought to be both versed in/have such weapons available to take on any enemy):

Medium Hoplite Armor

M-90 Indra Sniper Rifle

Two N-7 Eagle Pistols

Phaeston Assault Rifle


M-9 Tempest Submachine Gun

M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol

M-560 Hydra Missile Launcher

Various flavors of Omni Grenades

Optional!

Likes: Animals (great and small), weapons (he’s a big gun nut), gardening (used to be a farmer, as per bio), practicing Kodu Menti (Turian Tai Chi/Judo)

Dislikes: Will be revealed.

Theme Song: TBD

Tropes: Friendly Sniper Improbable Aiming Skills, Gun Kata, basically how every blaster/gunslinger worth their salt is versed in. Also, be sure to have plenty of Throw away guns. After all, a true warrior can be formidable with any weapon, no matter how cheap. (Though it doesn’t hurt for him to have straps of ammo)Gentle Giant (the man’s well over 6” at least…), and a definite Big Guy (for you…) not only is he arguably the tallest and broadest-shouldered on the Andromeda Initiative, his expertise in fighting earns him this trope, especially if he’s making a beeline towards an enemy foxhole, or to rescue a wayward pet (or slightly less small and fuzzy, but still domesticated animal. Whichever the case may be). Depending on how headstrong the Leader is, he’s either The Lancer, offering level headed snarky quips. Or just being the Quiet One, and offering up free quips regardless of position. But by no means should that give you a reason to turn your back on him Seriously. May or may not become the Stoic Woobie (depending on how grimdark the setting will become). While being able to tame almost everything that can move or be tamed can result in some inevitable “d’awwwwwww :3” moments. It’s rather distracting when you consider his profession.

[The Templar High Council]

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Septilus Varitis
Sex: Male

Race & Faction: Turian and the Andromeda Initiative

Appearance: His face

Universe of Origin: Mass Effect

Biography: What is there to say about Septilus? Up until 15, he’s been the Turian equivalent of a country bumpkin on Oma Ker, so he was no stranger to hard work growing up. From mucking stables, maintaining fields at the crack of dawn, even with the technology of the times, farming was still difficult. This however, was mild compared to a chilling diagnosis made when he was only 10 months old. The child had Octilian’s Vocalization Disorder (OVD), where his vocal chords were able to receive solid food and breathe well, but were unable to move enough to fully vocalize. Septilus had a grasp of language and mentally was sound, it’s just he could hardly speak. This wasn’t a large issue on an isolated farmstead, in fact, he could vocalize and soothe the animals, and encouraged him to read and write prolifically. But when the Day of Summoning came, when Septilius was called into military service at the tender age of 15, lack of communication within a unit would be fatal.

Due to his background, coupled with his naturally quiet demeanor, Septilus found himself a cross between a handy mechanic and a saboteur, eventually earning himself enough credits for the surgery and subsequent rehab to at long last rid himself of OVD.

Looking for adventure beyond the confines of Turian society, Septilus sought out the Andromeda Initiative. Perhaps far outside the confines of the galaxy, Septilus could make a name for himself, be something more than just another soldier among the Turians…

There was only one way to find out.

Powers/Abilities:
Powers: Pathfinder AI

Martial Artist:

Gun Expert:

Equipment (Note, equipment varies from mission to mission, but as the designated gunman, he ought to be both versed in/have such weapons available to take on any enemy):

Medium Hoplite Armor

M-90 Indra Sniper Rifle

Two N-7 Eagle Pistols

Phaeston Assault Rifle


M-9 Tempest Submachine Gun

M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol

M-560 Hydra Missile Launcher

Various flavors of Omni Grenades

Optional!

Likes: Animals (great and small), weapons (he’s a big gun nut), gardening (used to be a farmer, as per bio), practicing Kodu Menti (Turian Tai Chi/Judo)

Dislikes: Will be revealed.

Theme Song: TBD

Tropes: Friendly Sniper Improbable Aiming Skills, Gun Kata, basically how every blaster/gunslinger worth their salt is versed in. Also, be sure to have plenty of Throw away guns. After all, a true warrior can be formidable with any weapon, no matter how cheap. (Though it doesn’t hurt for him to have straps of ammo)Gentle Giant (the man’s well over 6” at least…), and a definite Big Guy (for you…) not only is he arguably the tallest and broadest-shouldered on the Andromeda Initiative, his expertise in fighting earns him this trope, especially if he’s making a beeline towards an enemy foxhole, or to rescue a wayward pet (or slightly less small and fuzzy, but still domesticated animal. Whichever the case may be). Depending on how headstrong the Leader is, he’s either The Lancer, offering level headed snarky quips. Or just being the Quiet One, and offering up free quips regardless of position. But by no means should that give you a reason to turn your back on him Seriously. May or may not become the Stoic Woobie (depending on how grimdark the setting will become). While being able to tame almost everything that can move or be tamed can result in some inevitable “d’awwwwwww :3” moments. It’s rather distracting when you consider his profession.

Noting that I already claimed the role of Turian pathfinder, my friend.

[Danceria]

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Septilus Varitis
Sex: Male

Race & Faction: Turian and the Andromeda Initiative

Appearance: His face

Universe of Origin: Mass Effect

Biography: What is there to say about Septilus? Up until 15, he’s been the Turian equivalent of a country bumpkin on Oma Ker, so he was no stranger to hard work growing up. From mucking stables, maintaining fields at the crack of dawn, even with the technology of the times, farming was still difficult. This however, was mild compared to a chilling diagnosis made when he was only 10 months old. The child had Octilian’s Vocalization Disorder (OVD), where his vocal chords were able to receive solid food and breathe well, but were unable to move enough to fully vocalize. Septilus had a grasp of language and mentally was sound, it’s just he could hardly speak. This wasn’t a large issue on an isolated farmstead, in fact, he could vocalize and soothe the animals, and encouraged him to read and write prolifically. But when the Day of Summoning came, when Septilius was called into military service at the tender age of 15, lack of communication within a unit would be fatal.

Due to his background, coupled with his naturally quiet demeanor, Septilus found himself a cross between a handy mechanic and a saboteur, eventually earning himself enough credits for the surgery and subsequent rehab to at long last rid himself of OVD.

Looking for adventure beyond the confines of Turian society, Septilus sought out the Andromeda Initiative. Perhaps far outside the confines of the galaxy, Septilus could make a name for himself, be something more than just another soldier among the Turians…

There was only one way to find out.

Powers/Abilities:
Powers: Pathfinder AI

Martial Artist:

Gun Expert:

Equipment (Note, equipment varies from mission to mission, but as the designated gunman, he ought to be both versed in/have such weapons available to take on any enemy):

Medium Hoplite Armor

M-90 Indra Sniper Rifle

Two N-7 Eagle Pistols

Phaeston Assault Rifle


M-9 Tempest Submachine Gun

M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol

M-560 Hydra Missile Launcher

Various flavors of Omni Grenades

Optional!

Likes: Animals (great and small), weapons (he’s a big gun nut), gardening (used to be a farmer, as per bio), practicing Kodu Menti (Turian Tai Chi/Judo)

Dislikes: Will be revealed.

Theme Song: TBD

Tropes: Friendly Sniper Improbable Aiming Skills, Gun Kata, basically how every blaster/gunslinger worth their salt is versed in. Also, be sure to have plenty of Throw away guns. After all, a true warrior can be formidable with any weapon, no matter how cheap. (Though it doesn’t hurt for him to have straps of ammo)Gentle Giant (the man’s well over 6” at least…), and a definite Big Guy (for you…) not only is he arguably the tallest and broadest-shouldered on the Andromeda Initiative, his expertise in fighting earns him this trope, especially if he’s making a beeline towards an enemy foxhole, or to rescue a wayward pet (or slightly less small and fuzzy, but still domesticated animal. Whichever the case may be). Depending on how headstrong the Leader is, he’s either The Lancer, offering level headed snarky quips. Or just being the Quiet One, and offering up free quips regardless of position. But by no means should that give you a reason to turn your back on him Seriously. May or may not become the Stoic Woobie (depending on how grimdark the setting will become). While being able to tame almost everything that can move or be tamed can result in some inevitable “d’awwwwwww :3” moments. It’s rather distracting when you consider his profession.

Noting that I already claimed the role of Turian pathfinder, my friend.

Heck, fine. I guess I could just be a scout...

[The Templar High Council]

Noting that I already claimed the role of Turian pathfinder, my friend.

Heck, fine. I guess I could just be a scout...

Could be on my team, like Dr. Von Braun and Ceiah. Or different grouping if you want. If you were with Valea you'd be linked to the Turian AI for communication and scanning purposes, but not all the badass stuff full Pathfinders are in the game.

Just tossing around options. Sorry that I kinda messed with your plans.

[TriStates]

Hello everybody. Hope your enjoying the game!

I am taking requests for interaction today. If you have a PC in need of special attention by moi, for whatever reason, I'm here to help today. Please quote this message, and tell me exactly what you need. Currently, I'm working in the IC with Brusia, the Republic Team, the CIS Main Team, and the UNSC Team. If you'd like to be added today only, let me know. Thanks for joining us again!

[The Templar High Council]

Hello everybody. Hope your enjoying the game!

I am taking requests for interaction today. If you have a PC in need of special attention by moi, for whatever reason, I'm here to help today. Please quote this message, and tell me exactly what you need. Currently, I'm working in the IC with Brusia, the Republic Team, the CIS Main Team, and the UNSC Team. If you'd like to be added today only, let me know. Thanks for joining us again!

Add Nuxipal to character list plox

[Brusia]

Hello everybody. Hope your enjoying the game!

I am taking requests for interaction today. If you have a PC in need of special attention by moi, for whatever reason, I'm here to help today. Please quote this message, and tell me exactly what you need. Currently, I'm working in the IC with Brusia, the Republic Team, the CIS Main Team, and the UNSC Team. If you'd like to be added today only, let me know. Thanks for joining us again!

Add Nuxipal to character list plox

(Here's Nux's app, just in case it got buried: viewtopic.php?p=31809697#p31809697)

[The Last Magic]

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Eeyla Ak'ab
Sex: female

Race & Faction: Twi'lek, Galactic Republic

Appearance:

(Image)

Universe of Origin: Star Wars

Biography: Eeyla was born in Coruscant into a somewhat wealthy family. She always made an excuse to go by the Jedi Temple whenever she could, so she could see what was going on. She admired the Jedi, especially Aayla. Aayla was her role model, and she wanted to be just like her.
Her force-sensitivity was discovered when she was very young, and she instantly tried to become a Jedi. She became a Padawan and trained in Combat Form III for seven years. After a brush with some B1-Battle Droids, she decided that Form IV was better, mostly because she wasn't too fond of close-quarters fighting. She is now two years into her Form IV training and is thirteen years old.

Powers/Abilities: A bit medium on her powers in the Force, although she is only a Padawan. She can use the Force to move objects, levitate objects including herself, and has slightly enhanced normal human capabilities. She is skilled in combat forms III and IV.
The Force - Can use Force Lift, Push, Throw, and Choke.
Equipment - One green lightsaber, chest armor

Optional!

Likes:

Dislikes:

Theme Song:

Tropes:

There, finished.

[The Republic of Atria]

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Eeyla Ak'ab
Sex: female

Race & Faction: Twi'lek, Galactic Republic

Appearance:

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Universe of Origin: Star Wars

Biography: Eeyla was born in Coruscant into a somewhat wealthy family. She always made an excuse to go by the Jedi Temple whenever she could, so she could see what was going on. She admired the Jedi, especially Aayla. Aayla was her role model, and she wanted to be just like her.
Her force-sensitivity was discovered when she was very young, and she instantly tried to become a Jedi. She became a Padawan and trained in Combat Form III for seven years. After a brush with some B1-Battle Droids, she decided that Form IV was better, mostly because she wasn't too fond of close-quarters fighting. She is now two years into her Form IV training and is thirteen years old.

Powers/Abilities: A bit medium on her powers in the Force, although she is only a Padawan. She can use the Force to move objects, levitate objects including herself, and has slightly enhanced normal human capabilities. She is skilled in combat forms III and IV.
The Force - Can use Force Lift, Push, Throw, and Choke.
Equipment - One green lightsaber, chest armor

Optional!

Likes:

Dislikes:

Theme Song:

Tropes:

There, finished.

Gonna have to deny. Backstory is waaaaay too short and vague.

[The Imperial Regions of Commerce]

I know after Halo 3 the San'Shyuum disappeared, but could I have one Prophet come back?

[Osnil Returns]

Sine's on the outs with the CIS and Republic right now. Could I have her searching the Unknown Regions for a cure to her poisoning instead?

Thats fine. Can you repost your apps? I need to get you on the roll.

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Paz Nevin
Sex: Female

Race & Faction: Umbaran, Retail Caucus, Confederacy of Independent Systems

Appearance: Paz is a tall Umbaran, with a height of 1.9 meters, though she shares the grey eyes of many of her fellow Umbarans. Her sliver hair is cut short in a fairly typical human cut, as such to better fit in with her human compatriots, and has nothing to do with her young age.

Universe of Origin: Star Wars

Biography: Paz Nevin was born on Coruscant, both of her parents in the seventh caste of Umbarian Society, and thus being raised as a rather spoiled child. Whatever she desired she had in her hands by the end of the day, but even with such greed she still learned the arts of the Umbaran people growing up. She was no engineer, nor a soldier or scientist, but instead she found herself to have a gift of number and mathematics to rival the droids that served as her bodyguards. Always ahead of people her age in mathematics it was natural she followed her father into the business world, being taught the (Literally) cutthroat politics of the Retail Caucus. Her mother first admitted to pride in her daughter when the Muun above her 'accidentally' fell off his balcony and she inherited the position of General Manager of Marketing for the Undercity. To say she reveled in her position was an understatement, and she used it as a springboard to extend feelers into every aspect of the Caucus, prepare herself for further advancement.

Though the galaxy seemed to have other plans, and she was called away by the Caucus to be offered another position. She was no general, no admiral, but her loyalty was assured, and thus she was offered the command of a ship and large contingent of droids. She supplemented her forces with further organic forces, advanced droids, and upgrades to her Diamond class flagship the Insatiable Greed. Unlike others in the CIS she did not simply attempt to hammer a point with B1 droids until the enemy ran out of ammo, instead counting on a variety of tactics, especially capturing enemy soldiers and interrogating them personally then launching a full surprise attack at the weakest point. While she obeys orders with loyalty and pride in the Caucus, she also holds respect for life, property, and general rules of warfare, doing her best to insure that those under her forces are treated well and their lives disrupted as little as possible. If this is the idealistic Umbarian being kind hearted, or simply a point to avoid popular uprising is unknown by those around her, leaving the Republic to be unsure how to deal with her when/if captured.

When Head of State Dooku contacted her about a prestigious mission that would yield her great rewards within not just the CIS but also the Retail Caucus, she could not bow and offer her services fast enough. Though, a part of her mind wondered if her offer of such a thing was payment for forgetting things her telepathy had gleamed from him when she had to meet with the Confederate Senate. Regardless of the reasoning she took the chance, and only later realized it was to throw her aside, not to grant her prestige.

Powers/Abilities: She has the ability to read the, interpret the feelings of, and even plant suggestion in the minds of those around her, and see beyond the human spectrum if vision. Beyond this Umbaran power she counts on droids to do heavy lifting in combat as she knows nothing of the force.

Optional!

Likes: Umbaran Fashion, Human High Culture, Her enemies suffering 'accidents', The Retail Caucus

Dislikes: Human Morality, Republican Legal Systems, the Sith and Jedi

Theme Song:

Tropes: Yes Umbaran

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Sarah Gustav'ee
Sex: Female

Race & Faction: Human, Covenant Remnant

Appearance: Sarah is tall for a human, standing at 1.85 meters, and is of mixed race ancestry with her slightly darkened features, dark hair, and dark eyes. She has only enough hair to cover the top of her head, any further seen as decadence and thus heresy.

Universe of Origin: Halo

Biography: Sarah was born not on any world, or moon, but instead on a UNSC Prowler that had been 'commandeered' by human insurgents against the UNSC in the asteroid field of a distant gas world far beyond where the Covenant has pushed humanity back through. She grew up not just among Humans but also the Kig Yar who traded with them to mutual benefit. It was from the Kig Yar that she learned not just of the Covenant tongues, but also of the Great Journey, Forerunners, and Prophets. Beyond her (Very secretive) veneration of the Forerunners, she had a fairly normal childhood aboard the asteroid complex. It wasn't until she was 13 that her life would change beyond the typical days of any insurgent child.

The Covenant was not merciful, not even to the Kig Yar who tried to explain their reasoning for violating so many writs, when they found the complex. The insurgents who could fled to the prowler that was the entire reason the Covenant even decided to board the complex rather than destroy it outright. Despite the rather stiff resistance put up by the Insurgents they were no match for the kill teams of the Covenant Empire. In the fighting young Sarah hid in her mother's study, clutching a holy relic of the Forerunners to her chest as the battle raged outside the doors. It was when all was quiet that she emerged, looking for a way off the station, but instead she found herself face to face with a San'Shyuum of noble rank. His honor guard nearly took the teen's head off before she had managed the famous words of scripture 'The Path is wide and we shall walk it side by side'. The fact that this human could quote scripture, in the tongue of the San'Shyuum no less, was remarkable to say the least. It was when she fell to her knees, and presented the relic of the Forerunners to the San'shyuum that the Covenant Officers truly realized she was not of the same breed as her counterparts. It was to her nearly mythical luck that the San'shyuum was a high ranking member of the Ministry of Conversion, perhaps the only one who could grant her pardon for her crime of being human.

Kept within the fleet of the Minister of Conversion, Sarah was taken under the wing of a Shipmaster who taught her of honor, combat, and swordsmanship, while the Minister himself saw to her religious schooling. She was his test, to see if humans could truly be as equals with them on the Great Journey. It was when humanity's homeworld was discovered that the Minister began plans to return to the Holy City of High Charity and present her to the High Prophets of Truth, Mercy, and Regret as a model for how humans need not be wiped out, only converted. It was only with the blessings of the Forerunners that the 15 year old avoided being cut down by Truth's guards for by the time their ship the Righteous Hierophant docked to High Charity all had gone to hell. The shipmaster, and the honor guards of the Minister of Conversion cut through so many servants of the parasite that even the most honor obsessed lost count. Sarah used her carbine in combat for the first time on that day, her quick eye inherited from her father who had served as an insurgent sharpshooter. One combat form managed to get past the guards, and the human convert made a split second choice to grab the hilt of an honor guard's plasma sword and use it to cut down the combat form. The Holy City was a lost cause, and with such a close call on the Minister's life they fled back to the Righteous Hierophant to lick their wounds and assess the situation.

The Righteous Hierophant jumped to slip space almost as soon as it broke dock with High Charity. Once safe the honor guardsman who had his sword taken did the only honorable thing, and spoke with the Shipmaster. In his terms he was unworthy of the blade, as if the human could protect the Minister he should have in her place. He fell upon his sword with only the request that 'she with more honor than I' take the sword. She was promoted to Ultra in the Covenant Army, minimum rank needed to wield a sword, and given armour befitting her status. Though it was supposed to be a time of joy for her, she joined the rest of the crew, from the lowest Unggoy to the Shipmaster himself in grief over the loss of the Holy City. Any who would say they had a purpose after that would be either a liar of a fool, instead they became part of the weak remnant of the Covenant.

With orders from the aging Minister himself, Sarah Gustav'ee was reassigned to the Remnant fleet along with her chosen squad of Sangheili, prepared for boarding or ground action against her species kin who refused to embrace the true way of things.

Powers/Abilities: While she may not have augmentations she does have shielding/armour that befits her station and carries both an energy sword and a Type 51 Carbine. While not a perfect fit, she does wear armour that was originally made for a Sangheili Ultra.

Optional!

Likes: Worship and Relevance of the Gods (Forerunners), Swordsmanship, Honor, Glory

Dislikes: Heresy, most humans, UNSC (With a passion)

Theme Song:

Tropes:

Thanks.

Momentarily. I've got a few posts to make and such first. Then I've gots to fill out a Gungan app.

[The Republic of Atria]

I know after Halo 3 the San'Shyuum disappeared, but could I have one Prophet come back?

I'm okay with it.

[TriStates]

Will be finishing up IC posts rn. I felt I should post what I got and work on the rest as I go. Spent a little too much time fleshing out those NPCs, but thats the breaks

[Osnil Returns]

Someone help me! Anime is taking over my life!

[Ism]

Someone help me! Anime is taking over my life!

What's a life?

[TriStates]

So this is my last post tonight. Sorry CIS PC's, but I am too burnt-out to work out anything worth writing. I'll give you guys top time tomorrow morning though and make it extra ready, so you know I love you

To the rest, I hope you enjoy the posts. If they have a fast pace about them, its cause I want to get you guys away and into the actions asap. Any questions, comments, concerns, come to me with them. The main HALO and Galactic Republic force are all set to RP themselves: you shouldn't need OP involvement outside of requests, sudden events or OPFOR boss posts. Feel free to RP with some extra freedom for these missions. And as always, if your not sure about something, check with me or one of the CO-OPs.

[Danceria]

Heck, fine. I guess I could just be a scout...

Could be on my team, like Dr. Von Braun and Ceiah. Or different grouping if you want. If you were with Valea you'd be linked to the Turian AI for communication and scanning purposes, but not all the badass stuff full Pathfinders are in the game.

Just tossing around options. Sorry that I kinda messed with your plans.

I'd like to be where the action is, as Valea hasn't posted yet. Perhaps during the cosmic kerfuffle that wrecked our fleet, Septilus's stasis pod was flung a convenient distance away from where your people are now? Maybe?

[Danceria]

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Septilus Varitis
Sex: Male

Race & Faction: Turian and the Andromeda Initiative

Appearance: His face

Universe of Origin: Mass Effect

Biography: What is there to say about Septilus? Up until 15, he’s been the Turian equivalent of a country bumpkin on Oma Ker, so he was no stranger to hard work growing up. From mucking stables, maintaining fields at the crack of dawn, even with the technology of the times, farming was still difficult. This however, was mild compared to a chilling diagnosis made when he was only 10 months old. The child had Octilian’s Vocalization Disorder (OVD), where his vocal chords were able to receive solid food and breathe well, but were unable to move enough to fully vocalize. Septilus had a grasp of language and mentally was sound, it’s just he could hardly speak. This wasn’t a large issue on an isolated farmstead, in fact, he could vocalize and soothe the animals, and encouraged him to read and write prolifically. But when the Day of Summoning came, when Septilius was called into military service at the tender age of 15, lack of communication within a unit would be fatal.

Due to his background, coupled with his naturally quiet demeanor, Septilus found himself a cross between a handy mechanic and a saboteur, eventually earning himself enough credits for the surgery and subsequent rehab to at long last rid himself of OVD.

Looking for adventure beyond the confines of Turian society, Septilus sought out the Andromeda Initiative. Perhaps far outside the confines of the galaxy, Septilus could make a name for himself, be something more than just another soldier among the Turians…

There was only one way to find out.

Powers/Abilities:
Martial Artist

Gun Expert

Equipment (Note, equipment varies from mission to mission, but as the designated gunman, he ought to be both versed in/have such weapons available to take on any enemy):

Medium Hoplite Armor

M-90 Indra Sniper Rifle

Two N-7 Eagle Pistols

Phaeston Assault Rifle


M-9 Tempest Submachine Gun

M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol

M-560 Hydra Missile Launcher

Various flavors of Omni Grenades

Optional!

Likes: Animals (great and small), weapons (he’s a big gun nut), gardening (used to be a farmer, as per bio), practicing Kodu Menti (Turian Tai Chi/Judo)

Dislikes: Will be revealed.

Theme Song: TBD

Tropes: Friendly Sniper Improbable Aiming Skills, Gun Kata, basically how every blaster/gunslinger worth their salt is versed in. Also, be sure to have plenty of Throw away guns. After all, a true warrior can be formidable with any weapon, no matter how cheap. (Though it doesn’t hurt for him to have straps of ammo)Gentle Giant (the man’s well over 6” at least…), and a definite Big Guy (for you…) not only is he arguably the tallest and broadest-shouldered on the Andromeda Initiative, his expertise in fighting earns him this trope, especially if he’s making a beeline towards an enemy foxhole, or to rescue a wayward pet (or slightly less small and fuzzy, but still domesticated animal. Whichever the case may be). Depending on how headstrong the Leader is, he’s either The Lancer, offering level headed snarky quips. Or just being the Quiet One, and offering up free quips regardless of position. But by no means should that give you a reason to turn your back on him Seriously. May or may not become the Stoic Woobie (depending on how grimdark the setting will become). While being able to tame almost everything that can move or be tamed can result in some inevitable “d’awwwwwww :3” moments. It’s rather distracting when you consider his profession. But above all else, he don't need no stinkin' Pathfinder AI in his skull to get the job done

[The Templar High Council]

Could be on my team, like Dr. Von Braun and Ceiah. Or different grouping if you want. If you were with Valea you'd be linked to the Turian AI for communication and scanning purposes, but not all the badass stuff full Pathfinders are in the game.

Just tossing around options. Sorry that I kinda messed with your plans.

I'd like to be where the action is, as Valea hasn't posted yet. Perhaps during the cosmic kerfuffle that wrecked our fleet, Septilus's stasis pod was flung a convenient distance away from where your people are now? Maybe?

For the sake of other Turian PCs, and because this is an RP and not the game, (SPOILER for Mass Effect Andromeda)
the Natanus didn't crash like it did in the game. The Turian Ark is currently on route to the Nexus, without any injured or combat having happened yet. Any fleet they brought is intact as well, I just don't know how much that is because I haven't reached that point in the game.

Sorry if this messes with plans, but as the only Turian up till now (and not knowing everything about the game I'm currently playing IRL), I made some calls that differentiated from canon.

Also, Valea has posted. Twice.

[Osnil Returns]

Character Application
Mandatory
Name: Darth Sine formally; also known as Calkrati Deltrea

Sex: Female

Race & Faction: Human (Independent)

Appearance:
Appearance and Casual Clothing
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She also wears a long black dress for formal occasions.
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She also has a set of black robes she wears for Sithly things.
Universe of Origin: Star Wars

Biography:
Darth Sine's story began centuries ago on the streets of Dromuud Kaas. It all began with a poor, scared little girl who stole to survive. Cally, as she called herself then, was an excellent pickpocket and could steal more than even the other homeless children could beg or steal combined.

One day, when she was about ten, she tried something a little too bold. She stole from someone in dark robes. Unfortunately, that person happened to be a Lord of the Sith. If I were to say that he were upset, it would be an understatement; he was furious that a brat on the street stole from him. He hunted her down with full intention to kill her.

However, here the Force intervened for her sake. Her fear brought forth a glimmer of Force Potential. The Sith Lord found himself landing face-first in the mud. But this time, he wasn’t angry. In fact, he took her to the Sith Temple to have her educated in the Force.

After several months of cleaning and scrubbing, she was summoned by the selfsame Sith and taken with fifteen other children her age out into the jungles of the forest. It was there that the Sith announced that each one of them would make excellent apprentices, but he could not decide. So, they would decide for him. He hid various weapons across the jungle and sent them off.

Some of the children immediately set to work beating one another to death, strangling one another, and other things. Cally decided to wait and stuck to herself and the trees. She began to use the environment to her advantage, killing off one of the others by luring them too close to a sleeping Jurgoran. She lured everyone to one area with a blaster, and proceeded to kill them quickly and quietly, except for the last one. He begged and screamed for mercy, but Cally offered none.

The Sith became her master, dubbing her "Darth Sine." She soon became one of the best Sith Assassins in the Empire. She'd assassinated Hutts, spies, rival Sith, Bounty Hunters, Jedi Masters, and others. But one day she was beaten by a Bounty Hunter under the employ of the Republic. He froze her in carbonite.

But something else happened here that the Force intended. A group of pirates raided the ship and killed the Bounty Hunter. The frozen Sine was taken to their cave to eventually be bartered to the Republic. But an unknown disease killed off all the pirates before they could make a deal and the merciless assassin was lost to time.

Near the time the Clone Wars broke out, the Force led a Gungan of all things to Sine's resting place. Sine took the Gungan as her apprentice, dubbing him Darth Liber as he freed her from her imprisonment. She has turned her attention to the unknown regions since the galaxy became embroiled in the Clone Wars.

Powers/Abilities:
Force Wave (advanced version of Force Push; targets multiple enemies)
Force Storm (lightning that targets multiple enemies; advanced version of Force Lightning)
Dark Side Healing (takes life force from a target and uses it to heal minor wounds; advanced form of Force Drain)
Tutamis (absorbs 60% of a Force-based attack)
Force Barrier (a barrier to block from non-force based attacks)
Force Choke (blocks the target's windpipe to cause suffocation that can eventually lead to death)
Force Wound (advanced version of Force Choke; crushes bones and joints)
Force Kill (Highest form of Choke; crushes vital organs with the Force) *
Probe Mind (extracts information from the target's mind)
Force Illusions (creates illusions on the targets that could range from feared outcomes to attacking beasts; Final form of Probe Mind mind) *
Force Stealth (creates a cloak of silence around the user)
Conceal Essence (advanced version of Stealth; cloaks the user's energy signature)
Force Rage (draws on pain and negative emotions in order to increase strength; makes the user extremely reckless)
Consume Essence (draws on negative energies of nearby enemies to enhance the user's connection to the Dark Side)

Darth Sine has three lightsabers. One of which is a double-bladed blue lightsaber in honor of her first kill-a Jedi Knight. The other two are red. Sine prefers to use two dual lightsabers and specializes in the Djem So Form when using her double-blade and the Niman Form in her dual blade.

The Djem So Form has a weakness in mobility and uses of the Niman Form tend to avoid Force attacks.

Anything marked with a * is affected by Carbonite Poisoning. Until a cure is found, she is unable to use it.

[Brusia]

Tutamis (absorbs 60% of a Force-based attack)
Force Barrier (advanced version of Tutamis that creates a Force Barrier against non-Forced based attacks)

Your descriptions for Tutaminis and Force Barrier are still incorrect.

[Osnil Returns]

Tutamis (absorbs 60% of a Force-based attack)
Force Barrier (advanced version of Tutamis that creates a Force Barrier against non-Forced based attacks)

Your descriptions for Tutaminis and Force Barrier are still incorrect.

Fixed it.