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Name: Genurahl Mozesh Bickenmahker (yes, that is how he spells it, and pronounces it)
Age: 69 (the shmexiest age of them all)
Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Cis-male, probably hetero
Personality: Mozesh is coo-coo for Cocoa Nuts (patent pending). Tends to think he's the best and brightest, and that his half-baked plans will always work. Just be prepared for the confusion that will ensue.
Skills: Skills huh? Well, he's got money. That's about it.
Faction: Republic
Operator Class: None
Mech Class: Nada
Equipment and Weapons: Money.
Bio: Mozesh once was a brilliant military tactician, and served as a general of the army for over thirty years. But a few years ago, he got partially lobotomized by a bot who thought it would be hilarious to fuck around with a human brain, and then sent on his way home.
Not sure how he survived the trek, honestly. But for the sake of the story, he did. But his brain was mushy, and he was forcibly retired. Out of gratitude for his service though, the Republic gave him quite a lot of muns, and let him do as he pleased with it.Character AppCharacter App
Player Rank: Commander
RP Examples: TKaG, Lith and Friends Summer Vacay, Of Grades and Grenades, Grim Reaper Academy, and so on.
Name: Jacelyn "Marauder" Grim
Age: Mid thirties. Probably.
Height: 5'9"
Gender, Sex, and Sexuality: Cis-female, Bisexual
Personality: Marauder is the embodiment of a proper military officer. Mostly.
With the air of a professional, she keeps people in line and on task. And when particularly rebellious individuals question her, she will calmly explain to them the orders and why they should follow it rather than begin berating them for their obvious stupidity.
In all situations where her input isn't required, she tends to keep to herself, reading her book and contemplating existence. Or something like that. Whatever the case may be, it's not that easy to get to know her well.
Faction: Kronos
Operator Class: Soldier
History Class: Officer
Mech Class: Priest
Equipment and Weapons: Mech weapons: Plasma charge shotgun (takes time to charge, but fires a massive spread of plasma), drill arm
Personal weapons: folding laser sword, (level 5) plasma shotgun, (level epic)slug pocket pistol (level 4)
Equipment: Jug of 99% alc/vol homemade booze, a couple containers of unknown (to you) substances and a syringe integrated into her wrist bracer, and a separate syringe just in case, a leather-bound copy of Alexander Grim's Reflections on Morality: the Struggle for Survival, military issued winter combat suit, personal tablet
Bio: “Though life may be cruel, and existence may be empty of meaning, this cruelty grants us the greatest opportunity of all. We may now reach true divinity.
We are gods. We who create purpose, we who give birth to meaning, we who give reason and emotion to the cosmos. We are gods. Or perhaps we are even greater.” -Alexander Grim
Thirty-one years ago, Jacelyn Grim was born into the bowels of the Criminal Underworld of the Republic. Her mother, Haley Grim, was the Boss of the PMC known as Kronos. To call this organization shady would be an understatement. The soldiers employed tended to be violent criminals, and their clients most often were powerful drug lords and corrupted politicians. However, Kronos had been called upon several times by the Republic to help quell uprisings among the populace, and at points even helped take down several crime bosses that had become too powerful (although it is speculated this was because they were personal enemies of the company).
From the moment she was named (for Jacelyn Grim was the name of the destroyer of the old world), little Jacelyn was destined for glory. Looking down at the innocent baby cooing in her arms, Haley believed she would end this world, and usher in a new era of freedom for the entire human race. No longer would this Republic be needed, for all would be free, and all would be as gods.
Growing up the daughter of a crime boss was perhaps different than some might think. Little Jacelyn was safe from harm (her mother made sure of it), given quite the extensive education (particularly in the realm of philosophy), and had many little friends (some of whom mysteriously disappeared when the parents made her mother angry). But once she became old enough to properly handle a firearm, things changed.
In the basement of her mother’s company building, little Jacelyn was handed her first gun. It was called “The Last Resort”. A small pistol for an adult, but it just fit in her hands. “My beautiful Jacelyn, come stand here with me.”
Obediently she walked over to her mother, when she noticed a look she had never seen before. Her mother’s eyes were just… different. They weren’t sad, angry, happy. They had no emotion at all. That...that she had never seen before.
“I need you to shoot at those targets, just like in the games you play. The gun is going to be loud, but that’s okay. I need you to be strong. I believe in you.”
Shaking hands holding up her pistol, Little Jace aimed downrange, and “BLAM!”
Her ears were ringing, searing pain screaming through her tiny body. She wanted to cry, but she felt her mother’s breath as she told her, “You are stronger than the pain. Fight it.”
Again she fired, the ringing and pain worse than before. She fell into her mother’s arms, but was gently placed upright again. “Fight it.”
After a few minutes, the ringing began to subside a little. Her mother began to speak again. “Remember how I wanted you to become an artist? Today you will begin your journey to become the greatest of all artists.”
Doors opened behind her, making Jacelyn crane her head in time to see a man, bound and gagged, being dragged toward her. “Death is a precise art, and loosing it on your enemy requires focus and innate skill.” The man gave muffled pleas for help, tears streaming down his bloody and beaten face. The poor girl’s eyes widened, heart racing, a silent scream suppressed. “The carnage left behind may seem senseless and scattered, but to a true artist, each slaughter portrays the violent, primal nature of mankind upon a sickeningly beautiful canvas.”
Held in place, the man’s arms were outstretched, reaching into the infinity of space. Jacelyn fought down bile. She knew. “Few works of art could depict this harsh reality as deeply.”
Feeling something puncture her skin, she looked down at her arm, seeing her mother injecting her with some red liquid through a syringe. Fear, terror, tears...all disappeared in that moment.
She knew.
“Are you an artist?”
She pointed the pistol at him.
“BLAM!”
Every day since, her mother trained her. The proper mix of stims and chems was found, and Jacelyn always took her proper dosage. Emotions had been greatly suppressed, replaced with a fondness of killing. Not as in a bloodthirsty rampage. No, she was calm, steady, rational. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how and when to receive it.
When she officially joined the ranks of Kronos at the age of 17, her mother started her at the bottom rung. The future Boss of Kronos must rise through the ranks on her own, she can’t be given an unfair advantage. And so she started as a security officer, guarding small-time drug dealers and prostitute dens. A horrible job for some, but she didn’t care. She wanted to become a Boss. And she would do whatever it took to become one.
She moved up quickly, eventually joining the Kronos Secret Police unit, killers hired out by only the most powerful people in the Republic. Few matched her kill count, fewer still at her age.
But Kronos finally overstepped their bounds, attempting to assassinate the Prime Minister in a bid to take over the Republic. No-one knows who gave that order, but Republic spies dug up enough evidence to let the Military round up the leaders of Kronos, and give them a life sentence to the high-security coal mines deep in the caverns below (a fate said to be worse than death).
Jacelyn would never see her mother again.
On the run from the law, Jacelyn took the name Marauder, and ran deep into the underworld. Biding her time, and running small-time drug-pushing operations, she managed to keep her nose “clean” enough to be ignored by the law enforcement of the area, even sending some bribes their way to keep them off her ass.
Eventually the storm blew over, and she was able to reconnect with the remnants of Kronos.
Currently she is working with the Boss Jeremy Mark to rebuild Kronos, and bring an end to the corrupt reign of the Oligarchs in the Republic.