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Dimensional Knight Hetairoi (OOC/Mecha/80s/Interest)

Postby Rupudska » Mon Jul 30, 2018 5:33 pm

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IC
Theme - "Space Oddity" by Lady Heroine
"That's very interesting, but silly." - Man-at-Arms, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (1983-1985)
Ahh, the Silver Age of cartoons, stretching from the late 1970s until it was cut off by Ted Turner's demand for a reduction of 'violence' in children's television in the mid '90s. Hanna-Barberra's dominance over the previous two decades on television in the United States was eroded away from all sides - by DiC and Nelvana from Canada, from Japanese newcomers to US television like Sunrise, Toei, and from Harmony Gold, from France and England, and perhaps most damagingly from Disney's entry to TV animation in the mid-80s and from the explosion of shows made to move toys by companies such as Hasbro in the latter half of the era. And American children reaped the benefit in some of the best action cartoons they would see until at least the new millennium.

This roleplay is largely inspired by that era, with a little bit of everything you'd expect to find back then - giant robots, petting zoo people, talking animals, aliens, monsters, demons, grand battles, evil villains of the baddie-of-the-week, recurring, and overall Main Antagonist variety all, magic (AND science fiction), and of course, those themes that tended to either go over kid's heads or give them concussions from how hard they were drilled in. Maybe not that last part, but you get the idea. Sure, many of the shows of the area stank with the reek of capitalism and the need to move product, but it wasn't quite as noticeable then buried under the action and plot. Or maybe kids just didn't know any better. Regardless.

Like many of them, the very basics of the plot are simple: you're a squadron of mech pilots flying across the galaxy to solve dimensional and temporal incidents, and to halt the war machine of an ancient alien race of walking, talking cyborg dinosaurs. Kick ass, take names, that sort of thing. Typical 80s action fare.

So sit back, grab a can of Jolt (or Crystal Pepsi if you're more inclined towards the later end of the era, or Hi-C Ecto Cooler if your parents didn't let you have soda), pull the toy from your Happy Meal, then burn through a pack of Keebler Magic Middles, and enjoy the show. Or, er, roleplay.

And you know me, now it's time for the show, and that means it's time to get
detailed.

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An early human-built spaceship. The large engines and light armament indicate
this is either a scout or a private vessel. The sharp angles are distinctly
of an antebellum (pre-WWIII) American design.
It is the year 2039, and the world has changed quite a lot since humanity's First Contact. A Robraxian freighter, damaged beyond flyability, landed in a cattle farm near Wichita in the spring of 1987. Repairs were made, technology was compared, and the basic diplomatic ties were set up until help (and a proper diplomatic vessel) could arrive that July. Technology advanced with lightning speed, and within a few years the map had changed dramatically due to new devices meant to both help and harm. Man expanded to the heavens at last, and Fort Armstrong became the first (and eventually, largest) permanent settlement on the Moon. We didn't stop there - by the end of the decade, more than twenty countries had either extraterrestrial or free-floating bases as far as Saturn, and the USSR was working on an internationally-owned one on Venus, Gagarin Grad.

The fall of Communist China in 1989 led to a land grab in Asia with the USSR and, oddly, Mongolia as the big winners, the collapse of both Cuba and North Korea - the former of which was annexed into the United States, possibly with CIA help. Sub-Saharan Africa shattered like glass when cash stopped flowing in from the Far East, and for the first time in half a century, capitalism and communism set aside their differences to put out the fire of war that had covered a continent, as the remnants of the Chinese Army along with the states that still backed them in Africa, plus a few South American countries disgruntled with being dominated by one world power or the other, took a violent stand against the northern hemisphere. Technology that had been advancing at speed before the war reached lightspeed during it - nanotechnology, fully enclosed mechanized robots (most of which could transform), interstellar warp technology, cybernetics, all became real during the Third World War.

The end of the Third World War and the Cold War both came at once at the signing of the Treaty of Berlin on Christmas Day in 1995. Borders had to be redrawn, and some of them expanded out of the Solar System for the first time - a few months after the war, the Soviet 2nd Guards Venusian Fleet made world news for dueling a squadron of Communist Chinese destroyers to a stalemate beyond the orbit of Pluto, a few months before the end, a combined American-freshly-united-German-British fleet dealt the killing blow to the last of Communist China's interstellar fleet in orbit around Sirius, with assistance from the local Sirian regional fleet. After the war, as with the two World Wars before it, civilian life reaped the benefit of wartime development - nanotechnology eliminated cancer, AIDS, and other horrid diseases in a one-two punch, the mechanized swords of war beaten into plowshares (or at least, adopted into police work since there were simply so many unarmed models with great strength on the civilian market), and thanks in part to the proliferation of mecha in the civilian market, the war-torn continents of the world and the equally war-torn platforms and stations in the stars were rebuilt beyond their past glory. Humans lived far longer, and far better, than they ever had before, and by the next year the WHO calculated the average world live expectancy was one hundred fifty. Trade commenced in earnest with the other inhabitants of the galaxy, and in late 1996, the first human made it all the way around the galaxy after a seven-month voyage. Humans became common in both the economic and military-oriented sectors of the galaxy, famed for their capabilities at both war and commerce.

The peace was not to last long, though for once it would not be humanity's fault that they were at war. Hindustan Aeronautics was testing a new hyperdrive system in the city of Svarga Loka on Makemake in 2018 when it failed hard enough to blow away half the city. If that had been all, then it would have been on the news for a few weeks, then remembered like every other great disaster - but considered no more than a setback in the long run.

No, what caused the Svarga Loka incident to change the fate of humanity and the galaxy at large is what it did to spacetime - completely destabilize it for thousands of lightyears around. Just for a few minutes, but the damage was done. The Milky Way's dimensional stability would never be the same - both dimensional and temporal rifts would become commonplace, especially in the vicinity of the Sol system among other instability hot spots throughout the galaxy. In some of these areas, the rifts have become so frequent, intense, and violent, that it's simply not possible to pass through them at beyond light speed.

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The Gorgorex are not above using subspecies of their own race as sub-sentient war machines.
Dimensional rifts sprang up throughout the galaxy. One of the largest connected to a dimension of pure energy and lasted for months, leaking its energy into our own dimension. Said energy flooded the whole galaxy, granting the lucky few species who were able to survive the encounter - humanity included - the ability to use magic, and those who didn't could easily be taught to use the 'ambient mana' spread through the cosmos. With this, all sorts of possibilities opened up - the most common was, of course, manipulation of the four classical elements, but other magical powers - shape shifting, teleportation, invisibility to one or two spectra of light, flight on brooms, and other such magical things.

Time shifted back and forth, though mostly back - in some places as far back as the Hadean Era, in others no more than a few seconds. Wars again spread out on Earth as ancient empires rose from the past to do battle with each other and whatever was in their path - this was mostly limited to Europe and Africa, which were most directly facing Makemake at the time of the Incident, but the whole globe was affected. No war came close to the intensity of World War Three, or even World War One, but borders again needed redrawing, alliances needed reforming, and wars needed to be fought - meanwhile those humans in the 'true time' needed to figure out what to do with all these figures from the past - and sometimes there were more than one of the same person, most notably in Germany when they had to deal with two Bismarcks!

But above all else, the greatest threat was the ancient evil that was unleashed by this dimensional instability. Sealed away for ten thousand years by ancient technosorcerors, an entire empire bid its time in the Black Dimension, waiting for the opportunity - any opportunity - to escape and wreak havoc upon the galaxy and beyond. The foul Gorgorex, an empire of hundreds of races of upright saurians, had not been defeated as the legends claimed, merely tossed into another dimension and metaphorically hidden under a rug to be forgotten about. But the Gorgorex had not forgotten their defeat, and they came back filled with a greater thirst for revenge than ever. Masters of genetic warfare, they used it combined with laser and missile weaponry to terrorize the galaxy long ago, and their new ships could handle all but the worst dimensional and temporal storms. In fact, they often utilized dimensional weaponry to throw targets thousands of miles from their previous location, or thousands of years from their previous time, though timeshifting weapons were and are very rare even for them. They enhanced their brethren with cybernetic weapons, sometimes even reducing them to near-automatons meant purely for killing more foes of their glorious overlord. They even went the other way - grafting bioengineered organisms to their war machines.

As thanks for releasing them, the Gorgorex decided to give humanity the honor of being the first race to be subjugated by the Gorgorex, and even offered the 'uncharacteristically generous, we assure you' offer from the emperor himself of allowing some of humanity to be merely servants instead of mindless slaves when they arrived in 2020. Needless to say, the nations of Earth found this offer less than acceptable and politely declined. It was the third war in half a century, and while it was far from the bloodiest thanks to extrasolar help to drive off the Gorgorex (and only lasting six months), it by far had the largest impact on Earth. The Gorgorex's liberal use of genetic weaponry resulted in the genesis of the Ferals, the Abominations, and the Awakened.

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Abominations are often as violent as they are ugly.
Of these two groups, it is obvious that the Awakened got the lion's share of the benefits. One of the Gorgorex's more outlandish attempts to dislodge humanity from Earth and make them easier prey, they used a genetically modified virus to elevate the intelligence of hundreds of millions of animals across the globe until they reached human levels. Perhaps the Gorgorex expected that these animals would assist them in 'overthrowing' their 'human overlords', but it seems something was lost in translation. Or perhaps the Awakened felt more camaraderie with life forms from their own world than they did with the Gorgorex. Whatever the situation, they soon joined humanity in their effort to drive the Gorgorex out of the Solar System and human space.

Far less lucky were the humans affected by the Gorgorex's genetic weaponry. The purpose of the virus the Gorgorex unleashed on mankind was to release the beast within, both figuratively and literally. The lucky ones got to keep their human minds and a roughly humanoid form. The less lucky, well... it turned out silver bullets weren't any more effective than regular lead at least. And the worst lost even their bipedality, becoming little more than animals, or worse - kept their minds, but lost all traces of physical humanity and were rendered unable to prove themselves human. They gained beastly abilities based on whatever species' appearance the virus happened to bestow upon them, but their humanity was lost - and the virus was thorough enough that even their descendants would carry the metaphorical scars of the disease. Further complicating things was that all their memories of their past selves were erased by the virus - skills and knowledge remained, but these often did little to help when the Gorgorex strategy for these weapons was to deliver a one-two punch with a gene bomb and a teleportation weapon sending them halfway across the planet. Worse still, without the use of silver compound pills, they too would become just as feral as the mindless beasts every full moon.

The Abominations had it the worst of all - they resembled humans in only the vaguest sense of 'upright, four limbs, and a head', and if they weren't reduced to mindlessness, went mad with the pain of their existence. They didn't even resemble animals fully, like ferals at least did. They were just huge, ugly, monstrous beings in every sense of the word, mutated beyond recognition as anything but something that had walked out of an old horror movie, or worse. A last ditch attempt by the Gorgorex to destroy or enslave humanity, the ships carrying the prospective virus were destroyed before they could do any widespread damage - only a few million were inflicted with the Abomination Virus, compared to almost three billion Feralized throughout human space.

The damage was great, and the Gorgorex menace soon spread throughout the galaxy, but the Galactic Council was more than forgiving. After all, it was all started due to an accident, and Earthlings had been more than willing to help fend off the Gorgorex once they appeared - and had helped maintain galactic stability even before that, even if it had only been for a few years. But self-flagellation is a very human (or rather, Earthian) emotion, and many nations of Earth weren't willing to just take the Gorgorex assault lying down. Forgiveness had to be earned, but revenge also had to be won in the name of the dead. For this purpose, an entire corps of UN Spacefleet was created - the 57 Corps, a corps composed entirely of mecha units dedicated to a threefold purpose - to prevent dimensional and temporal events from causing chaos, to help the victims of whatever these events cause, and to end the Gorgorex threat to the galaxy. They are the Gaian Hetairoi, or as some species call them, the Dimensional Knights Hetairoi - or just Hetairoi for short. Since 2020, they have been the tip of the spear in the war against the Gorgorex and galactic instability, and they have and continue to serve in defense of life, liberty - and the pursuit of those who threaten it.

You, Hetairoi, are the greatest threat to the Gorgorex, and the galaxy's greatest ally from Earth. Stationed aboard the USS Constellation, make sure they both remember that.
M E T A L _ M A C H I N E S
"I don't think you'd realize how terrified I'd get every time you fly off on a combat mission. It's almost as if you pilots think that it's some kind of wonderful game when you're off on those Veritechs."
- Claudia Grant, Robotech (1985)

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Typically Brazilian box-type walkers. These are meant for police use.
The first powered, mechanized suit that could be considered by modern definitions as a 'mecha' that actually existed was a simple reverse-engineered thing based off a Robraxian industrial mech. Built in the summer of 1987 in Wichita and marketed as industrial equipment from there, it was a big, boxy, ungainly thing that was arguably less nimble than the tracked equipment it was advertised as the 'replacement' of. But it was miles more intuitive to control, twice as fast, ten times as capable on uneven terrain, and most important of all it simply looked cool. Demand outpaced supply far more than could possibly be expected, and it wasn't long before the military became very interested in these science fiction metal machines, as one French general called them. And the rest, as they say in the history books (they don't really), is history.

The first confirmed used of mechs in war was by the Soviets in Afghanistan near the end of 1987. While these simple units were not much more dangerous than the tanks that the Soviets were using to cover what was by then their retreat, they were still new, large, and intimidating enough that fear factor alone turned the tide of the war to a standstill, which was a major factor which led to its ultimate partitioning during the Svarga Loka Incidental wars.

World War Three would see the first flying mechs fielded early in the war by a Japan (who else) greatly concerned about being overrun by PRC forces looking for another location from which to wage war on the RoC forces. Little more than walkers equipped with jetpacks, the JSDF with the help of the US Air Force soon ironed out the kinks and had something more dangerous by far than regular fighter jets - by the end of the war they could handle the depths of the ocean and the heights of space, and had largely replaced the humble fixed-wing aircraft, as well as most ground-based mechs. Not long after the end of the war, hyperdrives became compact enough that they could be mounted as external 'booster packs' onto mechs, enabling them to reach beyond the limits of the solar system and provide a real escort to starships, fighting alongside and eventually replacing the kamikaze-like drones they had relied on beforehand.
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The Boeing Varangian is the primary mech used by the Hetairoi, though the unit
uses dozens of models.

Besides forcing the need to modify mech cockpits to work for more than just human body shapes, the initial Gorgorex War did not have that great an impact on mecha development - at least, not structurally. Weapons technology was another matter. Contact with the Gorgorex introduced to humanity laser weaponry, tachyon beam weaponry, faster-than-light missiles, perfected Gauss and rail guns, and weapon compacting technology - enabling one fighter mech to carry as many missiles as what would have taken a hundred. Hyperdrives became smaller still, the 'booster packs' shrinking to about the size of a large car; with the shrinking of the nuclear lightbulb engine to about the size of an incandescent lightbulb, they could be dropped in space, returned to the ship for safety during combat, then launched back out to re-dock with the mech.

The Hetairoi are rather unusual among UN corps in that the mecha used by the pilots are left up to the discretion of the pilots, not the division CO as in most other mecha sqaudrons. While the Boeing Varangian is by far the most common choice being both American and from the first American company to start making flying war mechs, there is certainly no lack of other options for the Hetairoi pilot, and they're so customizable one could argue that no two are quite alike. Weapon systems, color schemes, whether or not to include an AI - and the computer system display - it's layout, colors, and whether to have color at all - all can be designed and changed by the whims of the pilot to suit the mission's needs, or their own desires. And with the fat stack of cash Hetairoi pilots receive, they can do it with little impact on the mass of their wallets, too.
T O O T H _ A N D _ TA I L
Harold: "Listen son. You're going to be able to do a lot of things the other guys aren't."
Scott: "Oh yeah, like chase cars, and bite the mailman?"
- Teen Wolf, 1985

When the Gorgorex unleashed their genetic weapons upon the Earth, it created more societal chaos than any event before it. Though the brunt of attacks could be generalized to a few regions of the planet, there were so many (and the victims dispersed so much by the teleportation weapons that came with it, often into the ocean), that no one cultural region can be considered to have been more or less affected overall. And it's a good thing too - those that kept their sanity have more than enough to deal with.

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Regions most heavily impacted by temporal disruptions, such as East Asia, were
most devastated by the genetic weapons of the Gorgorex. Many scientists believe
there is a connection.
The Gorgorex wisely fired their genetic weapons aimed for humanity at randomly-selected regions of the world (though none with a population of less than 150 per square kilometer), and the warheads were programmed in such a way that they stayed in a 'parking orbit' before dropping, thus making it extremely difficult for humanity to determine where they would hit - even if the parking orbit made them easier to stop.

The effects of feralization are immediate, with rapid, painful shifting in musculoskeletal structure, exponential hair growth, brain restructuring, and memory loss all taking place over the course of anywhere from one to six hours. If the mind stays sane, some low-intensity instincts are rewired to match whatever animal the virus decides to merge the victim's appearance with - these are usually mild annoyances at worst; the pain of transformation and the memory loss are considered far more severe to the victims, as is the 'werewolf phase' they pass into under the light of the full moon, when the instincts and animal brain take over completely and turn the victim into a wild, violent beast. Counterproductively, the majority of victims that became ferals and not Abominations survived with their intelligence intact - roughly three in five. More counterproductively, they gained abilities based on whatever species the virus inflicted on them - enhanced strength was the most common, but enhanced reflexes, sight (both in and out of the dark), balance, endurance, weather resistance, and other enhanced senses were common as well. Strangely enough, most inflicted with avian DNA did not gain the ability of flight - only those the virus merged with particularly strong-flying species of bird gained that ability.

Arguably far more dangerous, especially combined with the memory loss, is the teleportation. The teleportation bombs target anything within the blast radius that matches a certain genetic code to a certain percentage (and anything holding or being held by it, thus transporting microbial life as well) to a random location on the surface of whatever astronomical object the bomb is detonated on. As most of the Earth's surface is inhospitable to human or feral life, about eighty percent of all victims of the teleportation bomb attacks (which made up eighty percent of all genetic weapon attacks) were teleported somewhere inhospitable, and thus about seventy-six percent of all teleportation weapon victims died either of drowning or exposure.

While the Gorgorex are believed to have exhausted the bulk of their genetic weaponry in the brief war against the humans, it is known that they have more, and almost certainly have the means to produce more.

R U L E S

  1. I am OP, CEO of the Animation Studio, all who defy my will shall be, shall we say, 'taken off the air'.
    • My Co-OPs, should I choose to nominate any, shall be the Directors. They can accept apps and their Power is to be Respected.
  2. PG-13 is the hard limit. Be thankful, I am a merciful god and not holding you to the standards mandated for real in the 80s.
  3. Bad and naughty behavior in the OOC will be punished as I see fit.
  4. Try to stay active in the OOC as well as the IC, and TG me if you won't be able to post for a while. While you are certainly replaceable as characters, I'd like to avoid killing off PCs as much as I can.
  5. You're free to make requests and ask for more info on the setting. I will answer to the best of my ability. Worldbuilding contributions are always welcome. Keep in mind though, this is 80's, so feel free to pull stuff out of your arse.
  6. Godmodding will not be tolerated. Funny, right? The setting isn't serious, but it is definitely possible to godmod here.
  7. This RP operates on a three-strike system. Third strike and you're kicked.
  8. There's no hard limit on post length, but try to avoid one-liners if at all possible.
  9. Have fun. And as always, stay frosty.

A P P L I C A T I O N S

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    [floatleft][box](Image go here, optional, you can also use Appearance below instead if you want, recommend a pic less than 500 pixels wide or tall)[/box][/floatleft][blocktext][b]+++Name:[/b] (Include nicknames and titles)
    [b]+++Age:[/b]
    [b]+++Sex/Gender:[/b] (Biological and psychological, respectively)
    [b]+++Sexual Orientation:[/b] (You know good and well the UN doesn't care, they just need it for census data)
    [b]+++Physical appearance:[/b] (Mostly optional if you have a picture, but put in height and weight regardless)
    [b]+++Identifying Marks:[/b] (Mostly optional if you have a picture, but describe anything hidden in the image, like cybernetics or tattoos)
    [b]+++Species:[/b] (Ascended and feralized humans count as separate species, indicate via 'ascended X' or 'feralized X' - for example, a talking chipmunk would be 'ascended chimpunk', a human feralized to a cat would be 'feralized cat' etc)

    [b]+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3):[/b] (Use the NATO rank structure, O-3 on a first-come first-serve basis for the most part, co-OPs have priority)
    [b]+++Callsign:[/b] (Feel free to be corny)
    [b]+++Mech:[/b] (Pick from the list in the spoiler below, more will be added as time goes on)
    [b]+++Mech Appearance:[/b] (Optional, default 'Hetairoi' color scheme is white below, red above with a gold fuselage and black sidestripe)
    [b]+++Mech Modifications:[/b] (Be creative! But don't be excessive.)
    [b]+++Emblem:[/b] (Optional, defaults to UN Spacy logo)

    [b]+++Nationality:[/b] (Include planet, not all humans/Earthlings are from Earth after all!)
    [b]+++Birthplace:[/b] (Where you were born, duh, same thing as to Nationality applies here. For ferals, put where they were found.)
    [b]+++Permanent Residence:[/b] (Optional, for the most part, you could just be living on the ship after all)
    [b]+++Criminal History:[/b] (Optional, if any, the Hetairoi don't care too much.)
    [b]+++Skills:[/b] (Feral abilities go here as well, don't go overboard)
    [b]+++Psychological analysis:[/b] (Personality)
    [b]+++Weaknesses:[/b] (Mary Sues to be blam'd on sight)
    [b]+++Likes/dislikes:[/b]
    [b]+++Interests:[/b](Optional)
    [b]+++Fears:[/b]

    [b]+++Equipment:[/b]
    [b]+++Biography:[/b]
    [b]+++RP Sample:[/b]
    [b]+++Theme Song:[/b] (optional)
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    [b]+++Species Name:[/b]
    [b]+++Scientific Name:[/b] (Latin or Greek, it's all good)
    [b]+++Homeworld:[/b]
    [b]+++Natural lifespan:[/b]
    [b]+++Physical description:[/b] (Well, physical and mental)
    [b]+++Culture and History:[/b] (Optional but recommended)
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[b]+++What allies would be involved, if any?:[/b]
[b]+++What villains are involved, if any?:[/b]
[b]+++Location(s):[/b]
[b]+++What is the objective, if any?:[/b]
[b]+++What is the villains’ objective, if any?:[/b]
[b]+++Quick Summary(paragraph please):[/b]
[color=#00BF00]MEGATRON ANSWERS TO NO ONE[/color] (DO NOT REMOVE)

The links are for appearance over anything, the stats can largely be ignored - this is a cartoon after all, not a vidya, so stats won't be 100% important. Besides, most of us aren't newbies, so our mechs by now will have modified to work pretty similarly overall, barring really big differences - interceptors will obviously be interceptors, attackers will stay attackers, etc. Unless there's a Great Cry for it to be so, in which case I can change that easily - this list is alphabetical, if need be I can change it to 'by tier' HOWEVER, any mech indicated as a two-seater in the link IS a two-seater in the RP. They will be marked with an asterisk next to the link.

Attacker: Hit hard, but slow and not as good against mechs of similar size.
- McDonnell Douglas VA-2 'Dauntless II'
- Mitsubishi-Boeing VF-2E 'Strike Varangian'

Electronic Warfare Craft: Mess with electronics at the cost of some maneuverability, otherwise pretty similar to fighters or multiroles, depending on the design.
- Boeing EVF-2 'Scout' *
- Boeing EVF-2D 'Super Scout' *

Fighter: Meant to fight other mechs and small ships, can do other stuff of course but they're meant to deal with other mechs and planes.
- Boeing VF-2A 'Varangian'
- Boeing VF-2D 'Varangian' *
- Boeing VF-2G 'Super Varangian'
- McDonnell Douglas XVF-5 'Voodoo II'
- Northrop Grumman VF-1D 'Super Polecat'

Interceptor: They go Fast, in a straight line. They intercept other things that go Fast, as well as bombers, large ships, and other things that need to be taken down Quickly.
- Boeing XVF-2 'Peashooter II'
- Northrop Grumman VF-1 'Polecat'
- Sukhoi Su-45 'Falchion'

Multirole: Jack of all trades, master of none, but overall they're pretty good.
- McDonnell Douglas VF-5 'Demon II'
- Mitsubishi VF-2J 'Yojimbo'
- Northrop Grumman VF-4 'Wildcat II' *
- Sukhoi Su-40 'Falconer'
Map of Earth at the present date. Only countries with a presence outside of the solar system besides merely economic are colored in.


SHERIDAN, W.T.

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+++Name: "Sheridan. Wendy Thomas Sheridan. Friends call me 'Wend'."
+++Age: "28."
+++Sex/Gender: "As you can tell, I'm a woman."
+++Sexual Orientation: "I like what I like." (Pansexual)
+++Physical appearance: "I'm five-nine and one hundred thirty seven pounds."
+++Identifying Marks: "My eye was gouged out by a Gorgorex, so I had it replaced with a cybernetic implant. It's too complex to fit in my eye socket, so I had it modified to look like an eyepatch."
+++Species: "I'm as human as it gets."

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): "Lieutenant Commander, United States Navy, VMF-84. That's, ah... O-4."
+++Callsign: "Saladin."
+++Mech: "Boeing VF-2G Super Varangian."
+++Mech Appearance: "Fuselage, wing, Vagabond, and side stripes in solid black, the fins are also solid black barring the vertical stabilators, which are red with gold tips. The underside barring the engine parts that become the legs, plus the front section of the upper fuselage (which becomes the torso in the upright mode) are gold. The rest is in a dark, near-black forest camouflage pattern."
+++Mech Modifications: "I've had it smoothed out in areas for better aerodynamics, a custom-designed engine system for about twenty percent more thrust, and I had the standard Gauss autocannon replaced with a laser cannon."
+++Emblem: "A side-facing skull with a Stetson hat above a pair of crossed cutlasses, with an hourglass balancing on the tip of each sword."

+++Nationality: "American as apple pie."
+++Birthplace: "I was born in Hulett, Wyoming. Legally. Technically I was born on Devil's Tower. I still don't know what my parents were thinking, giving birth on top of a damn mountain."
+++Permanent Residence: "I own a ranch in Crook County, Wyoming, even if I never use it."
+++Criminal History: "Technically speaking I did punch that Angnarian in the jaw for calling my great-grandfather a bitch, but you'll never find any evidence."
+++Skills: "I can pilot a mech as good as the rest of 'em, and ride both a horse and a bull better than most of them, and a rifle better than almost all of 'em. I can shotgun an entire tallboy can of beer without breathing. My bionic eye lets me see all parts of the spectrum, should I want to. I can swing a sword like a part of me."
+++Psychological analysis: Wend is an old warrior soul. Compassionate and forgiving, while she can clearly understand the desire for a peaceful life, she herself seems unable to handle such a thing - she doesn't seem able to relax when not in a combat situation, being ever restless. She tends to see things in military terms.
+++Weaknesses: Wend has a difficult time relaxing in any situation, and at times there are hints of traumas buried deep. Her skills with thrown weapons are lacking due to a bug in her eye's programming. She has an allergy to soy, and she tends to be a little more lenient than she probably should with subordinates.
+++Likes/dislikes: "Alcohol, a good steak, grilled fish, warm potatoes, a long ride on a horse or a plane. A wooden boat and full sail. A solid black walnut rifle in hand."
+++Interests: "I must say I'm a pretty decent wood carver. I can play an okay guitar, and I enjoy hunting buffalo now that the population's been brought back up through cloning. Other big game is great, too."
+++Fears: "Being abandoned in the blackness of space. Getting trampled. Rivers at night. Wolves."

+++Equipment: "I've got my wallet, a Smith & Wesson revolver, a hip flask full of bourbon, my quarters key card, a money card, a phone, a camera, and a multitool."
+++Biography: TBAL
+++RP Sample: No
+++Theme Song: Of course.
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+++Name: "Ava Ignatia Gutierrez."
+++Age: "Doctors say I'm about 26, so I'm 26."
+++Sex/Gender: "I'm a girl, dumbass."
+++Sexual Orientation: "None of your business." (Bisexual, theoretically)
+++Physical appearance: "You have this on file, don't you? Five foot five inches, one hundred seventeen pounds, green eyes, tan fur, yellow hair, two foot bushy tail. You know, you have eyes, don't you?"
+++Identifying Marks: "Besides being an animal, you mean?"
+++Species: Feralized African lion

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): "Major, US Air Force."
+++Callsign: "Black Eye."
+++Mech: "Boeing EVF-2D 'Super Scout."
+++Mech Appearance: "Golden-brown overall, with violet-black side, fuselage, and wing stripes. A spiral black-red rotodome."
+++Mech Modifications: "I've installed a robot to serve as my WSO, upped the radar range and sensitivity, and replaced the lasers with Gauss cannons to let me put more power to the radar and engines."
+++Emblem: "A black cockatrice with a gold beak and talons, red caruncles and eyes, and with a lizard in its beak."

+++Nationality: "American."
+++Birthplace: "I was found two miles off the coast of Miami."
+++Permanent Residence: "I have an apartment in center city Miami. Not the best, but I don't spend much on housing anyway, and I mostly live on the Constellation."
+++Skills: "I'm stronger than the average human, faster than any non-modified human, I can see in the dark, I have claws, and you know, other things humans can probably do - I'm a whiz with computers. Probably why I'm in electronic warfare. I also have a higher security clearance than probably anyone on the ship bar the captain."
+++Psychological analysis: Angry. Swift to anger, though it strangely doesn't seem to impact her skill in combat or EW unless she gets really, really heated. Prefers to keep people who annoy or aggravate her out of her life, when this proves impossible she becomes openly hostile towards them if possible. Sarcastic, bitter, and terse. Tries to be nice around children, the elderly, and the ill. Tries.
+++Weaknesses: Ava has quite possibly one of the worst cases of feralization-induced body dysmorphia among any of the Hetairoi. Even bringing up the fact that she's a feral is enough to annoy her, treating her different because of it (except in situations where her feral abilities are advantageous for combat) is an easy way to get on her bad side.
+++Likes/dislikes: "I like my beer cold and crisp and my meat bloody raw, unless it's fish, in which case just raw or grilled. I like beach cities, I like baseball, the ocean, the open plains, hot weather. I hate the cold, I don't care for the mountains. Anyone who willingly tries to get feralized can go hang. I don't like golf - I can't see how it's even entertaining to play, let alone watch. I don't like commies much, even if I have to work with 'em. Don't like spooks either, even if I work with them a lot. Don't like oysters."
+++Interests: "Baseball. Deep water fishing. Working on electronics, with computers, that sort of thing. Flying, especially in space. Discovering new worlds - it's technically part of the job, just not a big one."
+++Fears: "Becoming any more of an animal than I am."

+++Equipment: "Computer phone, wallet, electronic multitool. Microwave pistol. Quarters keycard. Money card. High-power laptop."
+++Biography: TBAL
+++RP Sample: No.
+++Theme Song: Megadeth - Hangar 18
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What is this.

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Agritum wrote:What is this.

Fecking beautiful, innit?
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Postby Rupudska » Mon Jul 30, 2018 5:48 pm

Agritum wrote:What is this.


What happens when I raid a small town library's shelf of old cartoons on VHS and DVD, and am given a near-limitless supply of caffeine and sugar.

Rupudska wrote:
SHERIDAN, W.T.

+++Name: "Sheridan. Wendy Thomas Sheridan. Friends call me 'Wend'."
+++Age: "28."
+++Sex/Gender: "As you can tell, I'm a woman."
+++Sexual Orientation: "I like what I like." (Pansexual)
+++Physical appearance: "I'm five-nine and one hundred thirty seven pounds."
+++Identifying Marks: "My eye was gouged out by a Gorgorex, so I had it replaced with a cybernetic implant. It's too complex to fit in my eye socket, so I had it modified to look like an eyepatch."
+++Species: "I'm as human as it gets."

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): "Lieutenant Commander, United States Navy, VMF-84. That's, ah... O-4."
+++Callsign: "Saladin."
+++Mech: "Boeing VF-2G Super Varangian."
+++Mech Appearance: "Fuselage, wing, Vagabond, and side stripes in solid black, the fins are also solid black barring the vertical stabilators, which are red with gold tips. The underside barring the engine parts that become the legs, plus the front section of the upper fuselage (which becomes the torso in the upright mode) are gold. The rest is in a dark, near-black forest camouflage pattern."
+++Mech Modifications: "I've had it smoothed out in areas for better aerodynamics, a custom-designed engine system for about twenty percent more thrust, and I had the standard Gauss autocannon replaced with a laser cannon."
+++Emblem: "A side-facing skull with a Stetson hat above a pair of crossed cutlasses, with an hourglass balancing on the tip of each sword."

+++Nationality: "American as apple pie."
+++Birthplace: "I was born in Hulett, Wyoming. Legally. Technically I was born on Devil's Tower. I still don't know what my parents were thinking, giving birth on top of a damn mountain."
+++Permanent Residence: "I own a ranch in Crook County, Wyoming, even if I never use it."
+++Criminal History: "Technically speaking I did punch that Angnarian in the jaw for calling my great-grandfather a bitch, but you'll never find any evidence."
+++Skills: "I can pilot a mech as good as the rest of 'em, and ride both a horse and a bull better than most of them, and a rifle better than almost all of 'em. I can shotgun an entire tallboy can of beer without breathing. My bionic eye lets me see all parts of the spectrum, should I want to. I can swing a sword like a part of me."
+++Psychological analysis: Wend is an old warrior soul. Compassionate and forgiving, while she can clearly understand the desire for a peaceful life, she herself seems unable to handle such a thing - she doesn't seem able to relax when not in a combat situation, being ever restless. She tends to see things in military terms.
+++Weaknesses: Wend has a difficult time relaxing in any situation, and at times there are hints of traumas buried deep. Her skills with thrown weapons are lacking due to a bug in her eye's programming. She has an allergy to soy, and she tends to be a little more lenient than she probably should with subordinates.
+++Likes/dislikes: "Alcohol, a good steak, grilled fish, warm potatoes, a long ride on a horse or a plane. A wooden boat and full sail. A solid black walnut rifle in hand."
+++Interests: "I must say I'm a pretty decent wood carver. I can play an okay guitar, and I enjoy hunting buffalo now that the population's been brought back up through cloning. Other big game is great, too."
+++Fears: "Being abandoned in the blackness of space. Getting trampled. Rivers at night. Wolves."

+++Equipment: "I've got my wallet, a Smith & Wesson revolver, a hip flask full of bourbon, my quarters key card, a money card, a phone, a camera, and a multitool."
+++Biography: TBAL
+++RP Sample: No
+++Theme Song: Of course.
Transform and roll out! (DO NOT REMOVE)
Rupudska wrote:
GUTIERREZ, A.I.

+++Name: "Ava Ignatia Gutierrez."
+++Age: "Doctors say I'm about 26, so I'm 26."
+++Sex/Gender: "I'm a girl, dumbass."
+++Sexual Orientation: "None of your business." (Bisexual, theoretically)
+++Physical appearance: "You have this on file, don't you? Five foot five inches, one hundred seventeen pounds, green eyes, tan fur, yellow hair, two foot bushy tail. You know, you have eyes, don't you?"
+++Identifying Marks: "Besides being an animal, you mean?"
+++Species: Feralized African lion

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): "Major, US Air Force."
+++Callsign: "Black Eye."
+++Mech: "Boeing EVF-2D 'Super Scout."
+++Mech Appearance: "Golden-brown overall, with violet-black side, fuselage, and wing stripes. A spiral black-red rotodome."
+++Mech Modifications: "I've installed a robot to serve as my WSO, upped the radar range and sensitivity, and replaced the lasers with Gauss cannons to let me put more power to the radar and engines."
+++Emblem: "A black cockatrice with a gold beak and talons, red caruncles and eyes, and with a lizard in its beak."

+++Nationality: "American."
+++Birthplace: "I was found two miles off the coast of Miami."
+++Permanent Residence: "I have an apartment in center city Miami. Not the best, but I don't spend much on housing anyway, and I mostly live on the Constellation."
+++Skills: "I'm stronger than the average human, faster than any non-modified human, I can see in the dark, I have claws, and you know, other things humans can probably do - I'm a whiz with computers. Probably why I'm in electronic warfare. I also have a higher security clearance than probably anyone on the ship bar the captain."
+++Psychological analysis: Angry. Swift to anger, though it strangely doesn't seem to impact her skill in combat or EW unless she gets really, really heated. Prefers to keep people who annoy or aggravate her out of her life, when this proves impossible she becomes openly hostile towards them if possible. Sarcastic, bitter, and terse. Tries to be nice around children, the elderly, and the ill. Tries.
+++Weaknesses: Ava has quite possibly one of the worst cases of feralization-induced body dysmorphia among any of the Hetairoi. Even bringing up the fact that she's a feral is enough to annoy her, treating her different because of it (except in situations where her feral abilities are advantageous for combat) is an easy way to get on her bad side.
+++Likes/dislikes: "I like my beer cold and crisp and my meat bloody raw, unless it's fish, in which case just raw or grilled. I like beach cities, I like baseball, the ocean, the open plains, hot weather. I hate the cold, I don't care for the mountains. Anyone who willingly tries to get feralized can go hang. I don't like golf - I can't see how it's even entertaining to play, let alone watch. I don't like commies much, even if I have to work with 'em. Don't like spooks either, even if I work with them a lot. Don't like oysters."
+++Interests: "Baseball. Deep water fishing. Working on electronics, with computers, that sort of thing. Flying, especially in space. Discovering new worlds - it's technically part of the job, just not a big one."
+++Fears: "Becoming any more of an animal than I am."

+++Equipment: "Computer phone, wallet, electronic multitool. Microwave pistol. Quarters keycard. Money card. High-power laptop."
+++Biography: TBAL
+++RP Sample: No.
+++Theme Song: Megadeth - Hangar 18
Transform and roll out! (DO NOT REMOVE)
Turmenista wrote:
RIVERWOOD, A.

+++Name: Anthony Riverwood
+++Age: 26
+++Sex/Gender: Male
+++Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
+++Physical appearance: 6'2, 180 pounds, amber eyes, tan/dark brown fur with a white tuft of hair on the top of his head. Notably has four clawed fingers and two oversized canines that sometimes protrude from his mouth.
+++Identifying Marks: None noteworthy.
+++Species: Feralized Coyote

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): O-3 ("Captain"), U.S. Air Force, Special Air Wing 81 "Wonderbirds"
+++Callsign: Notch
+++Mech: Boeing VF-2G Super Varangian
+++Mech Appearance: Essentially this color scheme, with the jolly roger replaced with the SAW-81 roundel. "FRONT TOWARD ENEMY" replaces the "U.N. Spacy" on the engine block of this picture.
+++Mech Modifications: Additional maneuvering thruster ports are located throughout the Mech's frame to increase reaction speed and give Notch's fighter an advantage when it comes to dodging and executing maneuvers. When the wings are folded in at their maximum sweep Notch's custom engine design will automatically kick into its overdrive, allowing for an exponentially higher amount of thrust, nearly 20% more, at the cost of maneuverability. Otherwise carries a regular armament of 1 gauss autocannon gun pod usable in the mech configuration, and 4 fixed laser cannons along with any other missile payload for the mission. Carries a built-in cassette player as well.
+++Emblem: Here

+++Nationality: American
+++Birthplace: Found in the boondocks of rural Florida
+++Permanent Residence: An apartment in Miami, otherwise lives onboard the Constellation.
+++Criminal History: Two DUIs. (..Anything else..? "Oh!") A myriad of traffic violations and an altercation outside a bar with someone.
+++Skills: Notch is stronger and faster than the regular human, has better endurance, and possesses sharp claws that aid him in close quarter combat. His overalls senses have been dialed to 11, especially smell, taste, and hearing. Aside from this, Notch is a hotshot and incredibly skilled pilot, well-versed with dogfighting tactics (no pun intended) and aerial strategy. He also has knowledge of aircraft maintenance and is a natural ladies man. Additionally, he claims many of his victories and other accomplishments were achieved by sheer luck.
+++Psychological analysis: Anthony is outgoing, flamboyant, and hot-headed, making it difficult for people to distinguish if he is being sarcastic or serious. Most of the time, though, he takes things only with a grain of seriousness and is overtly selfish. Deep inside, however, lies a heart of gold, one belonging to an Anythony who — in dire situations — will put the lives and safety of others in front of his own.
+++Weaknesses: Anthony does not work well with others both behaviorally and tactically, preferring to work alone anyways in battle and never really finding a way to fit in with other people, who are more often than not serious in comparison to his overly sarcastic and joking demeanor. Anthony is also by default a very selfish individual with a massive sense of self-pride, often leading to him to clash with figures of leadership or underestimate his opponents.
+++Likes: Attractive women, attractive feralized women, good food (raw meat is the best), flying, good dogfights and rock and roll.
+++Dislikes: Not getting his way, dogfights that go sour, country music ("Fuck that Hick shit!"), and those ugly Gorgorex mofos.
+++Interests: Beach volleyball, rap music, experimental aircraft, comic books.
+++Fears: Deathly fear of deep water, getting lost in space, and bees. Spiders are fine.

+++Equipment: Wallet, money card, quarters keycard, multitool, PDA phone and cassette player, black headband (Good luck charm), Mk. IIX "Enforcer" Laser Pistol

+++Biography: The story of Anthony Riverwood begins sometime in the 60s in Miami, with Anthony being born to otherwise normal parents and having an otherwise normal life, for the most part. Sure, he'd get in trouble... a lot, and would often sneak out with his friends to do illicit things whenever he could, but for the most part he had a pretty normal upbringing. Things started to change rapidly by the time he was a teenager, as was the situation in the world around him.

The Cold War was gradually becoming hotter, and the United States Air Force was in dire need of skilled pilots to combat threats abroad. However, right as Anthony found himself in the middle of being trained as a pilot, a breakthrough was made: A Robraxian freighter landed in Kansas and, after some time, technology worldwide began to advance with unprecedented speeds. Space fighters — many of which being able to transform — rapidly replaced the Tomcats and MiGs that Anthony had grew up around. Once he was out of Flight School, Anthony now found himself flying experimental spacecraft that he had previously trained and tested on while training to fly, performing to exceptional levels as a member of the U.S. Air Force's new elite squadron, Special Air Wing 81, nicknamed the Wonderbirds.

The onset of the Third World War proved to be the perfect testing ground for the USAF's new, high-tech arsenal, that SAW-81 and other Special Air Wings had been in the front seat of receiving. Towards the end of the war, Anthony and SAW-81 had been responsible for numerous victories on behalf of the Americans, including defeating China's last fleet around Sirius. Ever since the end of the war, things seemed to be going well for Humanity — and for Anthony. He had a great job as a test pilot and peacekeeper and advancements in technology made getting old and wrinkly a thing of the past. But then someone just had to test an experimental hyperdrive near a city, leveling half of the city in the process and unleashing the Gorgorex, an interdimensional race of Saurians that proceeded to wage war with Humanity. The temporal anomalies caused by the hyperdrive incident were enough to warrant chaos — the individual previously known as Anthony Riverwood was seemingly and instantaneously reverted back to his younger 80s self — but the Gorgorex's rather careless use of genetic weaponry changed him even more.

Anthony underwent the feralization process immediately, undergoing rapid, painful shifting in his muscles and skeleton and growing hair all over his body, along with a tail. Along with this came the onset of memory loss. Anthony was lucky enough to remain sane and survive with his intelligence intact, with only a few low-intensity impulses and instincts left from his transformation into a feralized coyote visible. The rest of the transformation had granted him canine-like gifts of heightened senses, increased strength and endurance, to name a few, but at the cost of a very painful transformation and memory loss of the endeavor. While his memories of the war and his flying skills remained, his past before the war was forgotten, as were his friends that were likely either dead, feralized, or teleported somewhere else.

Coincidentally, Anthony found himself not in an airbase in the other side of the world when he awoke, but rather in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Florida, miles away from the place that he had originally called home. Anthony hadn't forgotten that he still had a home in Miami, and thus made his way back home to try and make sense of what happened.

Years passed and the Gorgorex still posed a massive threat to Galactic safety. With the creation of the Hetairoi, an elite U.N. squadron, once again came a demand for skilled, able pilots, a vacancy which Anthony gladly found himself filling.

+++RP Sample: Here
+++Theme Song: John Farnham - Break the Ice
Transform and roll out! (DO NOT REMOVE)
Mundeo wrote:
CRUZADO, L. A.

+++Name: "Lucas Agostinho Cruzado, the one and only"
+++Age: "24"
+++Sex/Gender: "I'm pretty sure I'm still a guy"
+++Sexual Orientation: "I like the ladies, of course" (Heterosexual)
+++Physical appearance: "Five-six and a fifty-eight kilos - uh, a hundred twenty-eight pounds"
+++Identifying Marks: "Mind those burn marks and scars on my hands, okay? I got them while working in the shop"
+++Species: "Take a good guess of what I am" (Human)

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): "Uh... I'm kinda new to this new thing, so that makes me O-1, right? Back in the BAF, I was First Lieutenant"
+++Callsign: "I am Boitatá, the fiery serpent, protector of nature with eyes that can blind... What? Too far?"
+++Mech: "Mitsubishi VF-2J Yojimbo"
+++Mech Appearance: "The body is mostly gunmetal gray, with the side stripe now in gold. There is a crimson flame decal running up the arms and legs
+++Mech Modifications: "I smoothed out the more sharp-looking edges and made the blasters on the head look like a bull's horns to match my callsign. The weaponry is mostly the same, but I replaced the regular missiles with incendiary missiles. I also added a spotlight into the mech's eyes, because, you know, fiery eyes and all?"
+++Emblem: "It's a golden ouroboros, but the snake is horned and on fire"

+++Nationality: "I am Earthing that hails from planet Earth! I come from the strange, faraway land of Brasil"
+++Birthplace: "Rio de Janeiro, Brasil"
+++Permanent Residence: "Back home. Where else would I be?"
+++Criminal History: "I swear, officer! Those box walkers were just sitting on the street!"
+++Skills: "I was raised among machines, man. I breathe lubricant and rust... maybe I should see a doctor about that. Mechanics is second nature to me, and piloting isn't far away. I'm normally the go-to for the rest of the rookies and even some of the higher-ups when it comes to anything technology and engineering. I'm also half decent at football and guitar, but I don't think that'll matter against the Gorgorex"
+++Psychological analysis: Lucas is a laid-back individual, normally looking towards the bright side of any situation. His poor background has made him humble and considerate, but he likes to crack a joke or two, but sometimes doesn't know when to shut his trap or tone the wit down. His enthusiasm for machinery knows no bounds, and he will freak out whenever he sees a new piece of tech to tinker with.
+++Weaknesses: Lucas makes a better mechanic than a soldier; he is accident-prone with anything that doesn't strictly involve machinery. When the situations get stressful, especially while in a mech, Lucas can get easily flustered, which only leads to more mistakes. He also can't hold his cachaça.
+++Likes/dislikes: "Is it obvious at this point that I like machines? You know, tinkering, reverse, engineering, or starting from scratch is my kind of thing! I also like some good churrasco every now and then, and the sounds of the sea. I don't like being the cold, or the dark... or alone"
+++Interests: "Did I ever mention the machines? I also have quite the fondness of classical guitar"
+++Fears: "Failing at the one thing I'm good at, and see myself get thrown back to the rock bottom where I started"

+++Equipment: "I got my wallet with my money card and key card, a multitool, a switchblade, and a Taurus PT-92 with incendiary rounds"
+++Biography: "I wasn't raised in the nicest of conditions. I'm from Rio, sure, but I was born in the neighborhood of Rocinha, a favela, and the biggest one, too. While the rest of the world was propelled into a new age after the crash in '87, we stayed the same. I lived in an old tenement with the rest of my family, including my grandparents. We had a sort of family business; we were all mechanics. You know I had to get all of that tech experience somewhere, right? From as early as I can remember, I helped around the shop, bringing over tools and parts and whatnot."

"I, um... I was hardly five years old when the Gargorex showed up. They initially stayed out of the poorer areas, going after the big population centers instead. Things still got worse due to all of the economic and political upheaval, though. The military police started to become more strict, especially with their employment of their police mechas. Over the years, I'd actually grab of the ones that were on their own of the street and tinker with them, learn how they tick. There was a light in all of it, though. My uncle Leandro was a bit of a role model for me, as you can see. He was a captain in the Brasilian Air Force, and quite the mech pilot. He was like a superhero to me, you know? As long as I knew that he was out there, fighting the good fight, I was able to look to a better future"

"Well... clearly things didn't stay that way. I remember the day that it happened. August 19th, 2028: the day Rio went up in flames. They say the deaths were in the hundreds of thousands, and the number that were feralized... who knows. I remember being evacuated from the city early in the morning and being brought up to the nearby mountains. I watched my uncle's mech fly in to protect the city right as the bomb was dropped. I still don't know if he was killed, or turned into a feral, sent off to some random place with no memory of who he was. To this day I still know what happened to him..."

"After that, well, the years went by, and my family and I did what we did best. We did some government work in the factories, and uh... that's where I figured I was gonna be for the rest of my life, until I either died in some factory accident or got blown up by the Gorgorex. Fate had other plans for me, I guess. One day when I was 18, an army recruiter came up to me, asking me if I was Leandro's nephew. Apparently he had vouched for me before his disappearance, and I was offered to join the army, where I can put my mechanic skills to use on the planes, helicopters, and even some mechs. Of course I accepted - this is what my uncle wanted for me, and I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Cut ahead a couple of years, and now I'm here in the Hetairoi, ready to give the Gorgorex some well-overdue payback for what they did"

+++RP Sample: 1 2
+++Theme Song: Chill Theme Battle Theme
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Danceria wrote:
CHO, J.h

+++Name: “I’m Jinhwan Choe. Folks call me “Loco” Choe after a little incident in Canton, or Cowboy Choe, since I’m quick on the draw..”
+++Age: “Twenty Eight.”
+++Sex/Gender: “Male, if it weren’t obvious.”
+++Sexual Orientation: “I’m a male. Who’s into females.”

+++Physical appearance: “Eighty kilos, roughly 185 centimeters, last I remember.”
+++Identifying Marks: He has a grey tattoo of the Hanja character for “Son” (孫), indicating his membership of the notorious Korean based international gang, the Hwan Song Sung Pa (H.S.S.P. Mob), on his left shoulder blade. There are a few scars across his body from previous crashes and injuries, but most are faded. Another noteworthy tattoo is a barcode with a serial number on it “1042-8311” with the hangul characters (검투사), which roughly translates to “Gladiator Company”. A third and final tattoo would be on the back of his left hand, a quarter of a yellow sun emblazoned with a smiley face on it.
+++Species: “I think I’m still human...pretty sure I am.”

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): “O-1, or a First Lieutenant for you Yankees.”
+++Callsign: “I prefer Cowboy, but if you call me Loco, I don’t mind.”
+++Mech: “I’m riding in the VF-1 Polecat.”
+++Mech Appearance: “To me, I’m gonna make it camo to the sky. Light blue, with dark grey accents. Pragmatism comes before style.”
+++Mech Modifications: “My iMP-3 player, some cupholders, comfy-ass chair. Maybe some upgrades on the radar, so that way I know what the hell I’m driving into. I’m training in the humanoid version so that way, I’m just as fast on the ground as I am in a plane, so upgrading the transition systems between humanoid and plane forms. Just making sure everything runs like lightning greased. I’m also looking more into backup power cells, and replacing the laser guns with coilguns. Bullets can pierce energy cells if you do it right, or at least, won’t be as screwed if you get hit with an EMP.”
+++Emblem: “Just some old fashioned emblem. Even after all the laws I broke, the cops I’ve offed...it’s still my home, y’know?”

+++Nationality: “Korean.”
+++Birthplace: “I was born in Bo Bath Memorial Hospital in Seongnam…”
+++Permanent Residence: “...but I live in an apartment at, Bundang-gu in the same city.”
+++Criminal History: “Nonlethal cases of battery, seventeen counts. Attempted homicides, eight counts. Both Actus Reus. Thirty counts of the illicit distribution and smuggling of criminalized drugs and pornography, nine counts. Soliciting loan sharks, and intimidation, eighteen counts. Violations of Traffic Codes, and running from the law. One hundred and three counts. I’m messed up in the head, but I never pulled a blade on anyone that didn’t have something bigger or tougher on them.”
+++Skills: “I’ve been driving fast cars and shaking cops off my six since I was fourteen, slinging guns since I was sixteen, and slinging wrenches since I could grab one. Could’ve probably been just another Asian egghead who likes to make things go fast. Could’ve been a lot of things…”
+++Psychological analysis: Jinhwan displays multiple symptoms of sociopathy and mild Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, resulting in a collected, and at times withdrawn no-nonsense personality. That’s not to say Jinhwan is incapable of interpersonal relationships, or social activity. Like many sociopaths, he can be rather charming, and at times charging headfirst into otherwise dangerous activities for the sake of a thrill. For those who break his shell, he is rather soulful, and loyal to those who prove themselves being loyal to, and a determination that almost seems natural to him.
+++Weaknesses: He tries to keep the fact that he’s a diagnosed sociopath a secret, as the stigma of mental illness does not bode well. He’s often concerned, or paranoid that “as soon as this is over, I’m going to be locked up”. Not to mention his blunt, and often times brutal approach to relationships and obstacles can distance himself from squadmates, or cause him to be trapped by a more cunning foe
+++Likes/dislikes: “I love driving, whether it be racing, or just a quiet transit from place to place. Just going somewhere makes me feel...alive, y’know? I also don’t mind the cold as much as other folks.”
“I loathe folks who think they can take me on, not people who I spar with, mind you. People who think they can take something on without training up for it. The Gorogrex are a pain in everyone’s asses, so that goes without saying. ...I’m not really a fan of these “personality quizzes” on my resumes.”
+++Interests: “I’m a fan of motorbikes, cars, both driving and fixing ‘em. I’m still learning martial arts, like knife fighting for when we have a ground fight.”
+++Fears: “The woods at night, spiders, being lost in space.”

+++Equipment: A Ruger Vaquero revolver, a Marlin 1894 lever action rifle, his Music player, computer, several bags of weed and means of creating blunts, and a butterfly knife.
+++Biography: “I was born southside Seongnam, where crime was in my blood. My father was a thug, my mom was a drug runner, and lil’ me? I stuck in school for as long as it interested me. I ran with the gangs at a young age, and only stuck around to get my papers passed. What that means, is that I stuck around enough to pass all the tests and exams, went to trade school, dated and broke a few girls’s hearts, but it wasn’t really what I enjoyed. Most child psychiatrists would have several heart attacks and commit themselves to various institutions if they figured out I spent my youth hustling drugs, cutting class to learn how to punch things better, and became the number two of the local youth hooligans. But don’t worry, I had a “responsible adult”. That’s how I got these guns, both the firearms and muscles.”

“He was an old WWIII vet, from the U.S., from before the bombs. He and his folk got turned into ocelots, and barely remembered his past, but knew everything there was to know about gunslinging. Whooped my ass every time I thought I could push the boundaries, so I guess that’s why many old folks were trying to get mutied up. Gave ‘em a second chance. But I’m getting off track...”

“Eventually I got caught, after a prestigious career of street-racing and questionably legit fighting tournaments, but since I was caught not only busting a human trafficking ring, but a few buddies of mine in the mob told the judge that I’d be better off in the geomtusa then behind bars. They slapped a shock collar on my neck and a mech on my back and told me not to die. We’re kind of the misfits of the world, from violent criminals, to unorthodox platoons, anyone who was too untamed to function in the “normal” world or army was sent here and told to fight or die. Many did both.”

“What my squad in particular did was search and rescue, specifically across China and Siberia. Gorgies love popping in and causing a ruckus, so they needed someone who was fast and who could pick up the civvies, or draw fire while the artillery shelled those scaled bastards into next week. Did my nickel, as they say in the States, or a five year sentence, and was transferred over here.”
+++RP Sample: Here goes
+++Theme Song: ”It takes a slick beast to crawl from the bottom straight to the top
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+++Name: Ed Jackson
+++Age: 41
+++Sex/Gender: Male
+++Sexual Orientation: Straight
+++Physical appearance: 6'1, 200 lbs
+++Identifying Marks: A scar on his left leg, and a small Decepticon badge tattooed on his right shoulder.
+++Species: Human

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): O-2, Lieutenant
+++Callsign: Overkill (It's a Transformers reference, see if you can figure it out)
+++Mech: Grumman VF-4 Wildcat II
+++Mech Appearance: White, with a lot of green-blue detailing
+++Mech Modifications: Most of the upgrades have been to the mech's weapon systems, such as increasing power to the lasers, additional plasma cannons and missile pods, upgraded railguns, and an enlarged bomb bay.
+++Emblem: A white and blue-green robotic T. Rex, with kill markers under it.

+++Nationality: American, Earth
+++Birthplace: A Kansas wheat farm.
: (Optional, for the most part, you could just be living on the ship after all)
+++Criminal History: N/A
+++Skills: Marksmanship, piloting
+++Psychological analysis: Quiet, quick thinking, has flashbacks to when Ferals killed his family, has a tendency to get a little crazy during a fight.
+++Weaknesses: Has flashbacks, an old leg injury which slows him down, blacks out sometimes during flashbacks
+++Likes/dislikes: Comics, classic rock, catroons, and old science fiction.
+++Interests:
+++Fears: Gorogex taking over.

+++Equipment: Wallet, M1911A1, flashlight, and keys to his mech.
+++Biography:
Being born in 1998, Ed Johnson has never known a world without mechs. He grew up working hard on his parent's Kansas wheat farm, dreaming of being a mech pilot, like the ones he read about in comics, and saw on tv. He graduated high school in 2016, and went off to college. He was home on break when the Gororgex came. His family survived the intial genetic attacks, only to be killed by Ferals in an attack shortly after the first attcks. He was the only survivor, sustaining a bad injury to his left leg.

He promptly joined the US military, so he could avenge his dead family. He became a mech pilot, like he had always wanted to do. He fought the Gorogex with an unquenchable fury in numerous battles on Earth and in space.He upgraded his mech's weapons systems to make it easier to kill the Gorogex. Eventually, he became one of the Dimensional Knights Hetairoi so he could continue fighting those who threatened freedom and peace.
+++RP Sample: Gotham: A New Generation: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=444989&start=50#wrap
+++Theme Songs: The Battle of Evermore- Led Zeppelin, and The Touch- Stan Bush
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+++Name: Elias James Ramsey
+++Age: 25
+++Sex/Gender: Male/Male
+++Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
+++Physical appearance: 6'2, 205 lb
+++Identifying Marks: A black version of this is on his right shoulder.
+++Species: Human... Just a human.

+++Rank (O-1, O-2, or O-3): 2nd Lieutenant of the United States Airforce.
+++Mech: Modified Sukhoi Su-40 'Falconer'
+++Mech Appearance: Mainly green and white.
+++Mech Modifications: He and his brothers found his mech years ago, and worked on getting it functional again. It now has helicopter-like blades on its back, which can double as swords, and its transport form now resembles a helicopter. They also added a radio/stereo system with an auxiliary jack.
+++Emblem: The same symbol as his tattoo, except green and gold (exactly like the image).

+++Nationality: U.S.A., Earth
+++Birthplace: Weaverville, North Carolina, United States of America
+++Permanent Residence: N/A
+++Criminal History: He has a few car jacking convictions from his teenage years.
+++Skills: He is an expert mechanic (he and his brothers were able to get a downed mech functioning) and an excellent marksman.
+++Psychological analysis: Elias is a kind and loyal man, always willing to stick up for his friends and teammates.
+++Weaknesses: Elias has some anger issues. He's quick to fight, but that is mostly due to how he was brought up.
+++Likes/dislikes: Comics, machines, '70s rock, Country Music, pie, and anything fried/Jerks, rap, dinosaurs, and bees (he's deathly allergic).
+++Interests:(Optional)
+++Fears: Bees, failing his family, and dying alone.

+++Equipment: Two SIG Sauer M11 handguns, a portable toolbox (strapped to his back), and a snack of some sort. He also carries an iPod (or this universes equivalent), though he usually leaves this attached to an auxiliary chord in his mech.
+++Biography: Elias James Ramsey, or Eli for short, grew up in a small... well... it was too big to be a town, too small to be a city, and too diverse to be a suburb. At any rate, he grew up in this area near Asheville, living what seemed to be a normal life. His family ran a few garages, and he was set to take over one of them. He was raised as most Southern boys were, loving their country and loving to hunt and fish. It wasn't strange to see him out with a gun shooting targets at the age of six. It was just how life was. What people didn't see, however, was what went on at home. If Eli didn't make the football team, or he didn't repair a car quick enough, it would be hell to pay at home. It wasn't a rare sight to see him come into school with a few bruises or a black eye, which he always attributed to getting in a fight with the stereotypical, "You should see the other guy!" and a chuckle. Most people accepted this, as he was a rather large guy who could hold his own, and his tendency to fight folks who crossed him were well known, so it seemed believable.

His father died when he was 17, and Elias took over one of the family garages. Under Eli, business remained steady, and nothing really changed. He was resigned to his fate of living a menial life without any impact. That is until a Falconer mech crash landed near his property. There wasn't any pilot, his seat missing implying that he had ejected himself, so he and his brothers slowly dismantled the mech and took it to his garage and began the task of rebuilding it. He was 20 years old when they finished, but it took another year and a half to get it flyable. It was so damaged in the crash that they essentially had to turn it into a helicopter just so it could fly. Eli then began to teach himself to fly it.

This, of course, attracted the attention of the United States Air Force, who recruited him and taught him more about the mechanics of these mechs. By the age of 25 he became a 2nd Lieutenant, and later that year he was recruited into Hetairoi.
+++RP Sample: Will Add Later.
+++Theme Song: Can't you just hear this going into battle?
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Postby Danceria » Mon Jul 30, 2018 6:10 pm

Rupudska wrote:
Agritum wrote:What is this.


What happens when I raid a small town library's shelf of old cartoons on VHS and DVD, and am given a near-limitless supply of caffeine and sugar.

As I've said, feckin' bootiful.

I'm thinking about being a dude from American Occupied Korea/Manchuria, or some of the American/NATO occupied East Asia, one of the few humans that didn't get feralized. He's a bad kid (in the sense he dealt drugs, and is a convicted criminal, but his passion is HIGH SPEED DRIFTING). Made up for it by joining the rescue heroes Mechanoid Rescue and Recovery Team, before joining the Hetairoi. Sound good?
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Postby Rupudska » Mon Jul 30, 2018 6:19 pm

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Rupudska wrote:
What happens when I raid a small town library's shelf of old cartoons on VHS and DVD, and am given a near-limitless supply of caffeine and sugar.

As I've said, feckin' bootiful.

I'm thinking about being a dude from American Occupied Korea/Manchuria, or some of the American/NATO occupied East Asia, one of the few humans that didn't get feralized. He's a bad kid (in the sense he dealt drugs, and is a convicted criminal, but his passion is HIGH SPEED DRIFTING). Made up for it by joining the rescue heroes Mechanoid Rescue and Recovery Team, before joining the Hetairoi. Sound good?


Korea is independent and Manchuria is Soviet though - there aren't really any occupied zones in the world outside of Africa and parts of Asia that didn't stop killing each other when the Gorgorex showed up. Also there are far more humans than ferals.
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Postby Grand Rivia » Mon Jul 30, 2018 7:11 pm

This is fascinating, even though I am rather confused.

Does my character actually have to be an American serviceman in order to pilot a mecha? Can his service be loyal to a foreign military? Does he have to be in the military at all? What if he's a soldier of fortune? Good grief. Once I understand, I will make an app.

Also, what is the status of the Balkans?
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Postby Danceria » Mon Jul 30, 2018 7:32 pm

Grand Rivia wrote:This is fascinating, even though I am rather confused.

Does my character actually have to be an American serviceman in order to pilot a mecha? Can his service be loyal to a foreign military? Does he have to be in the military at all? What if he's a soldier of fortune? Good grief. Once I understand, I will make an app.

I'm doing a Korean dude, who later is dragged into the wider services due to his skills. He's worked with US/NATO forces in East Asia, but isn't necessarily aligned with them (save for being on the Hetairoi). As for a merc, he'll get along well with my street-racing gangster character I'm cooking up. At least, OP hasn't explicitly opposed my idea. I was initially thinking of being from one of the old Warsaw Pact nations, but decided since I have like, fifty different Eastern-Europeans already scattered about my RPs.
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Postby Mundeo » Mon Jul 30, 2018 7:36 pm

Whoa... that was quite the read.

Consider myself intrigued!
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Postby Rupudska » Mon Jul 30, 2018 7:36 pm

Grand Rivia wrote:This is fascinating, even though I am rather confused.

Does my character actually have to be an American serviceman in order to pilot a mecha? Can his service be loyal to a foreign military? Does he have to be in the military at all? What if he's a soldier of fortune? Good grief. Once I understand, I will make an app.

Also, what is the status of the Balkans?


You're UN not US forces, you can be from any country in the world technically.

And Yugoslavia is holding itself together with duct tape and having Other Shit to do (which is helped by the USSR and America having Other Shit to do besides wave their dicks over eastern Europe, and the EU no longer existing), Romania will probably launch an extrasolar colony ship within the next few years, Yugoslavia in the next few months, and Bulgaria is very nervous because the Byzantines are eyeing them like a filet mignon at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Albania and Macedonia got absorbed by the Byzantines, Thrace is also Byzantine as well (along with Constantinople). Austria wants to exert its power over Yugoslavia (read: take it over) except they can't because they're Austria.
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Postby Mundeo » Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:04 pm

Now to decide what to do... a Brazilian mech pilot, or maybe a new, magic-using race?
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Mundeo wrote:Now to decide what to do... a Brazilian mech pilot, or maybe a new, magic-using race?

Mech pilot, I don't think we're going magic.
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Danceria wrote:
Mundeo wrote:Now to decide what to do... a Brazilian mech pilot, or maybe a new, magic-using race?

Mech pilot, I don't think we're going magic.

Magic was mentioned in the OP as being a thing, but I don’t know how much Rup wants that to be involved in the rp...
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Postby Rupudska » Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:08 pm

Danceria wrote:
Mundeo wrote:Now to decide what to do... a Brazilian mech pilot, or maybe a new, magic-using race?

Mech pilot, I don't think we're going magic.


Magic is very much a thing, though it's not super common. But you will need a mech.
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Postby Mundeo » Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:10 pm

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Danceria wrote:Mech pilot, I don't think we're going magic.


Magic is very much a thing, though it's not super common. But you will need a mech.

Im aware, but I think I’ll stick to a human.
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Postby Grand Rivia » Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:37 pm

One last question.

Can my character be the former President of the United States, circa twenty years prior to 2039?

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Postby Rupudska » Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:43 pm

Grand Rivia wrote:One last question.

Can my character be the former President of the United States, circa twenty years prior to 2039?


Absolutely not.
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Rupudska wrote:
Grand Rivia wrote:One last question.

Can my character be the former President of the United States, circa twenty years prior to 2039?


Absolutely not.

An aged four-star general?

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Postby Rupudska » Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:48 pm

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Rupudska wrote:
Absolutely not.

An aged four-star general?


Why would God-Emperor Mattis be in a mech? He'd be pushing to ninety by this point.
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Postby Danceria » Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:49 pm

Grand Rivia wrote:
Rupudska wrote:
Absolutely not.

An aged four-star general?

I smell an absolutely american G.I. Joe Expy.
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Grand Rivia wrote:An aged four-star general?


Why would God-Emperor Mattis be in a mech? He'd be pushing to ninety by this point.

No, he's not piloting the mech
the mech is getting power from his mad-bombing skills.
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Postby Grand Rivia » Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:51 pm

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Grand Rivia wrote:An aged four-star general?


Why would God-Emperor Mattis be in a mech? He'd be pushing to ninety by this point.

Intense cybernetic enhancements could justify keeping the old man in able body and mind. He doesn't even have to be seventy. Sixty is a good enough age. It wouldn't even be the strangest thing in this setting.

Never mind. I'm going to do something completely different.
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Postby Danceria » Mon Jul 30, 2018 9:21 pm

Question: would the recreational use of cannabis be acceptable, or is this a TV show with a public service announcement at the end of every episode?
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“You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.” - Sir Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Obligatory Quotes below
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” - William Shakespeare.

“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.” - Mark Twain

“In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock.” - Thomas Jefferson

“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.” - Thomas Paine
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Utceforp
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Founded: Apr 10, 2012
Left-wing Utopia

Postby Utceforp » Mon Jul 30, 2018 9:27 pm

Tag. Probably going to make an app for some ancient guy sent forward into the present. Possibly Ea-Nasir the sleazy copper merchant.
Signatures are so 2014.

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Rupudska
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Founded: Sep 16, 2010
Scandinavian Liberal Paradise

Postby Rupudska » Mon Jul 30, 2018 9:49 pm

Danceria wrote:Question: would the recreational use of cannabis be acceptable, or is this a TV show with a public service announcement at the end of every episode?


Seeing as Ted Turner does not currently own my immortal soul, go for it.

Utceforp wrote:Tag. Probably going to make an app for some ancient guy sent forward into the present. Possibly Ea-Nasir the sleazy copper merchant.

I challenge you to use someone from that far back.
The Holy Roman Empire of Karlsland (MT/FanT & FT/FanT)
THE Strike Witches NationState | Retired King of P2TM
Best thread ever.
MT Factbook/FT Factbook|Embassy|Q&A
On Karlsland Witch Doctrine:
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties

Questers wrote:
Rupudska wrote:So do you fight with AK-47s or something even more primitive? Since I doubt any economy could reasonably sustain itself that way.
Presumably they use advanced technology like STRIKE WITCHES

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Danceria
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Founded: Aug 13, 2015
Ex-Nation

Postby Danceria » Mon Jul 30, 2018 9:51 pm

Rupudska wrote:
Danceria wrote:Question: would the recreational use of cannabis be acceptable, or is this a TV show with a public service announcement at the end of every episode?


Seeing as Ted Turner does not currently own my immortal soul, go for it.

Utceforp wrote:Tag. Probably going to make an app for some ancient guy sent forward into the present. Possibly Ea-Nasir the sleazy copper merchant.

I challenge you to use someone from that far back.

> inb4 I hot box every mech.
Also, how is a copper merchant gonna survive in this...wait. We sometimes have missions that don't require mechs in enemy occupied territory. We'll need a sleazy merchant.
One true Patron Saint of Sinners and Satire
It is my sole purpose in life to offend you and get you to think about your convictions due to this
“You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.” - Sir Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Obligatory Quotes below
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” - William Shakespeare.

“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.” - Mark Twain

“In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock.” - Thomas Jefferson

“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.” - Thomas Paine
-{(~CO-FOUNDER OF NS AXIS POWERS~)}-

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