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It's been three years since we lost Polymorpheus, a dear friend. It's felt like a lot longer, that time. I still think about Poly every so often, and how I miss them so very much. I won't forget them.
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It's been three years since we lost Polymorpheus, a dear friend. It's felt like a lot longer, that time. I still think about Poly every so often, and how I miss them so very much. I won't forget them.
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2 mos ago
I like attention.
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7 mos ago
Tomorrow is post day. How unfortunate.
7 mos ago
I lost.
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7 mos ago
@LongSwordMain I can fix that, if you wish.
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Bio
uhhhh, hi there
I am here and I sorta exist so yes this is my ‘bio’ and it will probably be rather brief and suck and be sloppy, just like me. So, without further ado..
stuff about me
• Most people call me Barti or Bart as well as a few other things since it’s just easier or meaner than the actual thing - I invite you to do so as well.
• I’m a 23-year-old (bday June 20th!) Texan who enjoys thunderstorms and rain far too much, and likes anime, running, metal music, and copious amounts of DRUGS candy, among many other cool things - like DnD and MTG.
• I enjoy group rps as well as 1x1s. For groups I have what I think is a decent array of interests, most of it being profusely weeb-y. I like Fantasystuffs (Modern especially), supernatural themes, pretty much all Japanese stuff - including historically accurate settings - as well as general dark/grim themes, comedic slice of life trash, academy rps, unique plots, etc. etc. As for 1x1s I pretty much do romance, but I can do non-romantic stuff too if you give me something to work with xP The only genre I find myself not entirely comfortable with is really sci-fi stuff, but, if the plot/idea catches me enough it can hold my interest. Oh, and my writing level is high casual to low advanced.
• I’m a sarcastic, snarky, bipolar-depressed, degenerate garbage can, but generally people seem to like me (I don’t know why in the hot hell you would) - but if you would also like to be my friendo lemme know. I don’t bite. Usually owo xd rawr
welppp...I guess that’s okay for now thanks for reading, you potatoes
Damn it all, this seems like fun. I'll see to making a sheet :3
I suppose I'll have a few questions for @Heckno12 ^^ I was wondering what sort of tech people are working with in this post-apoc situation. Is there electricity? Radios or computers, etc? Guns?
Mentions: @silvermist1116(Ophrenia) Location: Black Mining Co. Main Office
If one could look indignantly-annoyed, Zeltzin was that. Sure, Ophrenia had a point, they didn't exactly look like the sort of people who'd be liaising with legitimate business magnates. But considering the character of the secluded, seemingly self-sufficient nature of the backwoods swamp-town, Zeltzin could only assume anybody who lived here had yet to breath something that wasn't swamp-ass-air in at least 10 years. Plus, the thought of slapping someone with an old-fashioned "Get with the times, lady." was callowly entertaining.
But Ophrenia was maybe right. Zeltzin had really just planned to corner someone and then threaten them into revealing any sort of information they wanted to know, but maybe the property-damage routine would work better. Who knows, maybe she could get intimidating regardless.
"Mm, right, Cody and Genesis- that's good, that's good. Can't imagine who they'd send us to for a personal matter like that, 'not for Mary-Louise. I'm down." She replied, a hint of contemplation in her tone as her eyes looked up at nothing, signifying the gears turning in her brain even as the idea was presented.
Zeltzin's eyes flicked to Ophrenia as her hand movement towards her face drew her attention. Her eyebrows rose more than a few degrees at Ophrenia's remarks on her face, and her eyes actioned a series of quick blinks at the unexpected.. compliment? She turn-shouldered towards the building again, brushing off the remark with a hint of sheepishness, until she spoke.
"Right. I can do angry.." She replied, her tone dropping in register that forbade a mood-change. "Ready then?"
Appearance: Caveira's appearance is known to some, but not all. This is due to the fact that she, as often as she doesn't, wears an odd mask that obscures her face. Said mask is a technologically-infused piece of alloy of her own design, and is often accompanied by a feathered hood that aids in her supposed desire to veil her appearance. If one were to look under the mask, however, they would find someone who doesn't quite match what their outer visage might suggest.
Beneath her darkly-paletted, masked outer-shell, Caveira looks mostly like a normal person, even if she's rather androgynous. Her long, black hair frames her heart-shaped face loosely, with her bangs often resting between her eyes, or occasionally getting in the way of them. Said eyes are large and expressive, and possess a light, minty-emerald tone to them. Her skin, while clear, is pale and dull - except for a few dark tattoos that run across her cheekbones, beneath her eyes. In final account of her facial features, it is often easy to determine her current emotions, as her eyes and dark eyebrows are awfully expressive, unbeknownst to her - though this can sometimes be useful, as her somehow-pale-and-dark appearance is well-suited to looking more intimidating than she often means.
Aside from her face, Caveira is, physically, not intimidating at all. She is somewhat petite, standing at 5'5" and weighing about 145lbs. Though it would be difficult for anyone to gauge it, with her wardrobe being quite unrevealing, Caveira is actually pretty toned, despite her small stature - with particular focus to her biceps, abs, and thighs - the result of many years of laborious work and routine workouts. Her most particular physical feature, however, is the nature of her left arm - which has been replaced by a matte-gray, cybernetic limb.
Additionally, although it is not a feature of her physical appearance, one of the most immediate things one would notice about Caveira is the neutral, croaking rasp of her voice - much akin to something like light smoker's voice - something that, much to her chagrin, draws more than a few stares.
All biology aside, though she can seem somewhat odd, Caveira carries herself neutrally, but readily - shoulders even, head on a swivel, and muscles half-tense at all times. A nature she has picked up from her years amongst the outer colonies.
Personality: If one had to describe Caveira in few words, one of them would most definitely be adventurous. Many things she does are simply for the experience itself. Discovering new horizons is one of her many specialties - and she will readily take up a challenge if it means flexing her explorative or technological prowess - not to show off, but to test and improve herself for the next adventure.
However, few can or are willing to adventure to the lengths she will - which has left her, for the most part, socially deprived for long periods at a time. Not that she minds - she more often than not takes on a lone-wolf mentality - but it does cause her to be somewhat awkward when it comes to casually conversing with others, and she is often socially apprehensive.
Aside from these main features, she is very much so a multi-faceted personality. While introverted, she is stubborn - some might say 'stuck in her ways' - but, being a girl of science, open-minded enough to consider possibilities outside of her initial determinations, usually. She is, by nature, also a playful spirit - but her social ineptitude and self-consciousness bar her from engaging in some portions of her true character. Finally, outside of her social incapacity, she is a cautious person - some might even say paranoid. She usually prepares for the worst, even if it is unlikely, in most situations. She is untrusting of both fate and other people, for better or worse.
Skills: Caveira possesses a particular array of skills that include many common mercenary aptitudes, as well as some more niche expertises from her more secular jobs.
Tech Adept - Caveira is a particularly skilled operator and innovator of complicated technology. While she generally doesn't take it upon herself to create great machines from scratch, over the years she has gained enough prowess to fix, operate, or improve most things. This is evident in her work with her AUG, her ship, and even her artificial limb.
Experienced Pilot - Caveira has piloted her own spacecraft for a few years, and has learned to captain similar light ships pretty well - and she knows how to fix 'em up, too. Aside from spacecraft, she has also piloted a couple Mobile Armors and her own Augmented Armor for years, leading her to be comfortable piloting and repairing those as well.
Poacher Specialist - Caveira's most lucrative and long-standing occupation has led her to gain scores of information on the various behaviors and biological functions of different species and classes of animals. Even when engaging with un-recorded species on largely uninhabited planets, it's likely she could glean details about the creatures and their environments even from short periods of study.
Combat Adept - Being a mercenary of various occupations often leads one to develop a sense for things of a more.. violent persuasion. Caveira is thoroughly knowledgeable when it comes to different forms of armaments, whether they be small arms, mounted artillery, ballistics, energy-powered, etc. She is also knowledgeable in most things violent, such as hand-to-hand combat, armor-maneuvers, ammunitions, etc.
Brief History: Caveira was but a baby when The Lemnosian Territorial Space declared war on the UEC. Born to a single father who worked as a hewer mining various materials from various planets in the galaxy, life was a bit bumpy. They traveled often between planets where work was a prospect, but not a guarantee. Planets that were often besieged by war efforts on both sides - whether they be points of common attack, or corrupted garrisons. Life was unsure, and comfort was but a dream for the lonely duo. But, they made it through, for the mostpart.
Caveira's father, Emis Allo, managed to care for his child throughout her infantile years and into her young-teens. Eventually, the turmoil that filled the galaxy came to an official end with the death of Anthen Nilsk when Caveira was eleven years old - and though times grew less-hard, it wasn't saying much. Unofficial warfare still raged on in some places. And, unfortunately, one could never tell when a rogue attack would strike an otherwise peaceful colony. A few years after Nilsk's death, such an event would cause the tragic death of Caveira's father - something that would leave her alone in the galaxy for the first time.
Being alone, young, and without direction was a dangerous combination in a galaxy like theirs. It led many to take on paths which they didn't fully understand, or which would get them killed. Caveira was.. one of the lucky ones, if you could call it that. The rocky path she chose, that eventually led to her becoming a mercenary of considerable skill, was filled with potholes and pits. Robberies, mercenary-esque occupations, jailbreaks, and even some undertakings as extreme as illegal experimental-biochemical-products testing - which are a direct source of her vocal damage and the loss of her arm - all scarred the timeline that led to who she is today.
That being, a mercenary who has made a number of small, shaky wealths mostly through the poaching of exotic creatures. And wreckage-delving. And tech commissions. Really, just a garbage bag full of tasks which she can claim to perform "professionally". Most often, she performed her mercenary activities alone - allied or banded with nobody. But a part of her, no matter how small - and no matter how long it's been alone, does want to be with people, even if she doesn't realize it - and fortune would have it that a place she spent a good amount of time growing up - Bifrost - was the operational base for a mercenary guild, of sorts.
AUG Appearance: When compared to the average AUG, Bolis is a few meters shorter, at 16m, and a tad more compact. It retains a largely humanoid figure, but possesses digitigrade legs and plantarly wide feet, which greatly aid in its maneuverability and stability within steep, rocky, or difficult-to-navigate areas. Aside from its legs, and its relatively diminutive stature, the only immediately notable feature about Bolis is the lack of any bulky or protrusive gear or artillery on its chassis.
Armaments: Bolis possesses an array of armaments, both intended for combat and explorative purposes.
120mm Cannon - Bolis' main piece of artillery consists of a single-barrel ballistic weapon loaded in 120mm caliber shells, which can be called to extend several meters from the armor's left arm, directly beneath the palm.
20mm Cannon - A weapon very similar to the first that can be engaged directly next to the 120mm - though this smaller cannon is mostly used for game that Caveira wishes to de-pelt.
Magnetic Pulsator - Perhaps the most useful piece of Bolis' arsenal is a medium-range manipulation device that can manipulate the environment through magnetism, as well as some measure of raw energy expulsion. This device is pretty effective at violently repulsing objects away from the user, or pulling them in - though the former only in short bursts. This device is not powerful enough to fully manipulate objects as large as Mobile Armors, of course, but it can cause them to make missteps or leave them staggered. This Pulsator device can be engaged through either of the armor's palms, as well as its feet and knees. It has an effective range of around 100 meters.
Ballistic Grappling Devices (BGD) - A simple, yet useful, array of devices that allow Bolis to maintain stability or safety in treacherous areas, or to maneuver cargo. These devices are rather simple, consisting of high-tech grappling hooks that can fire out of various ports on the main body of the armor. These devices aren't really designed for combat - moreso exploration - but a creative mind could surely find them some use for that. These launchable tethers manage to be just strong enough to manage the weight of the Bolis for shorts amount of time, were one free-hanging from them, but heavier prospects are pretty much out the window.
Various exploration gear - The rest of Bolis' arsenal consists of a toolbox of utility features, mostly used in exploration. This includes some number of torches/heat-cutters, flares, and even nets and taser-esque devices(for poaching), amongst more.
Specifications: Bolis is an armor that focuses on agility, flexibility, and utility over armor and direct firepower. Due to the smaller nature of the Bolis, and its lower center of gravity, the armor is very stable and agile over short distances, in bursts, and over situational terrain - however, it can do so in exchange for land-speed, causing it to cover less ground over distance. It also must be relegated to using medium-light armor, making it not-so-durable in the line of direct enemy fire, compared to the average AUG.
@VitaVitaAR What sort of artillery are we expecting these mechs to pack/ be able to withstand? In terms of ballistic weaponry measured in caliber, I mean.
Ripley released a thankful groan as he interlocked his fingers into an overhead stretch, feeling the immediate relief in his muscles from the tension bestowed upon him by the long and boring plane-ride. He had never been passenger on a plane before, but he would've guessed it would've been at least a little more fun than what it really was like. In truth, the most fun thing about the ride was the cute little snacks they gave the passengers. More than a few of which had been stolen from Ripley, and even other passengers, by the young trainer's Zorua. Who, even at this very moment, munched upon one of its ill-gotten treasures while sitting atop the boy's luggage.
Ripley finished his stretch with a renewed, satisfied smile as his excited eyes scanned what he could see, taking it all in as he grabbed his suitcase and started to unhurriedly stroll forward with it, and Zorua, in tow. The most immediate thing he noticed about the city of Byjerlfal was how.. wet the air was. Being from Rivenwall, the place was basically a desert. The air was dry there, but here it was noticeably more dense. And the place was much cooler. In truth, the ac in the plane made the experience a bit cold for him, and he spent most of the ride swathed up in a blanket - but the temperature here was more moderate. He had to admit, his immediate impression of the climate, though it felt unusual, was.. almost heavenly.
He wasn't sure how cold it would've been, so he opted to wear a light, dark-purple hoodie and a pair of black jeans - which ultimately made the temperate experience all the more enjoyable as he began to transition into the less-crowded area of entry into the more dense areas, Zorua ensuring they stayed together by simply lounging atop Ripley's suitcase as it rolled along.
As they walked, Ripley's eyes just took everything in, brightening at each new Pokémon he spotted amongst the crowds. He'd seen his fair share of exotic Pokémon at Rivenwall's tournaments, but seeing as he was now basically all the way across the region from his hometown, even Pokémon that were common here were exotic to him - and he couldn't help but to gawk just a little. Marill, Golduck, Combee - all Pokémon that would be commonplace for the people of Byjerlfal - were exotic to an arid desert environment like Rivenwall. The young trainer found himself slowing his stroll just to stare at all the Pokémon they passed - but eventually received a reorienting nudge from Zorua. "Zorrr."
They boy tore his vision away from the various sights that surrounded him and shook his head. "You're right- there's time for finding you some new friends later!" He admitted, giving Zorua a brief pat on the head. "For now, we've gotta find our rendezvous.." He trailed off, eyes scanning for any sort of sign that would've been left for them. He searched for a little while before spotting a hoisted sign that read "Camphors Lab". Despite not being able to see the person holding it aloft at all, Rip stood straight up on his tippy-toes and offered a wide wave of his arm in greeting from a distance, before he and Zorua started to head right in the sign's direction.
"This is it, Wo! We're gonna start a journey like never before today~" He exclaimed slightly-louder than necessary as they made their way through the crowds.
Mentions: @silvermist1116(Ophrenia) Location: Coffee House > Summit Motel > Black Mining Co. Main Office
Zeltzin was pleased to find there wasn't much more planning to be had in the coffee shop, at least for her group. Sure, having a solid plan could help, but she was a woman of action - she didn't mind playing things off the cuff. She was keen to have a partner who didn't seem like much of a planner, either - they usually tended to slow her down where she didn't need it.
Z waited for said partner at the door to the coffee shop, propping it open with her shoulder as she did so. She watched the other girl lug her suitcase past the threshold before letting the door loose and starting to walk alongside her with her signature limp. She let a silence follow Ophrenia's suggestion to shack up together.
The duo reached Zeltzin's bike and the girl took hold of the handlebars, kicking up the stand before she started walking the bike alongside her partner. Ideally, she would've just rode the bike to the motel, but a part of her didn't want to blow off the person she'd be working with. And she definitely wasn't going to let someone she just met ride pillion with her, and any attempts to suggest such would be met with a hardfast no. For a moment, she passed a glance over Ophrenia, an expression that might imply she was thinking over the girl's previous offer. She wasn't.
"They better have singles." She replied in a sober tone.
As it turned out, they didn't. Or the clerk was the type to troll the blunt, no-nonsense customers who came in with their friends. Either way, the duo registered themselves for a double and left what they didn't need behind, before they made their trek to the Black Mining Co. Main Office. Which, gratefully, wasn't too far, considering the size of the town.
Once the girls reached the property, it would've been obvious to most that something was off about the place. To the un-superstitious Zeltzin, however, it was just another old-ass building with some weird-ass construction work.
Zeltzin's eyes darted up to one of the windows as the shape of a woman faded into obscurity behind it. She shrugged it off as she turned-shoulder away from the building to face Ophrenia. "Aight, so.. plan." She started, shifting her jacket for comfort. "We have a couple options, if we think it out. Outside of outright asking for Eleanor.. we could, I guess, trick 'em. We can play a couple'a coal-refinement tycoon reps or some shit. Seems like a safe bet." She offered, taking a moment to glance back towards the building as she spoke. "Or we could.." She paused, thinking over what she was about to say. She was still suspicious of what was going on, really - they all knew a different Eleanor, but each Eleanor led back to here. So.. surely there really was some Eleanor with a connection to this place. "..we could say we have a business dealing with Eleanor Black specifically. Could be risky.. if it doesn't work, well. We'll be stonewalled outta the place. Ain't ever made a business deal with.. someone who doesn't exist." She finished, the last bit of her final sentence leaving her voice leaking with a hint of.. pain.
[color=Gray][right][color=C1cdcd][h1]uhhhh, hi there[/h1][/color]
[indent]I am here and I sorta exist so yes this is my ‘bio’ and it will probably be rather brief and suck and be sloppy, just like me.
[i]So, without further ado..[/i]
[center][color=C1cdcd][h3][u]stuff about me[/u][/h3][/color]
[color=C1cdcd]•[/color] Most people call me Barti or Bart [s]as well as a few other things[/s] since it’s just easier [s]or meaner[/s] than the actual thing - I invite you to do so as well.
[color=C1cdcd]•[/color] I’m a 23-year-old [i](bday June 20th!)[/i] Texan who enjoys thunderstorms and rain far too much, and likes anime, running, metal music, and copious amounts of [s]DRUGS[/s] candy, among many other cool things - like DnD and MTG.
[color=C1cdcd]•[/color] I enjoy group rps as well as 1x1s. For groups I have what I think is a decent array of interests, most of it being profusely weeb-y. I like Fantasystuffs (Modern especially), supernatural themes, pretty much all Japanese stuff - including historically accurate settings - as well as general dark/grim themes, comedic slice of life trash, academy rps, unique plots, etc. etc. As for 1x1s I pretty much do [abbr=incredibly fuckin lewd, or not]romance[/abbr], but I can do non-romantic stuff too if you give me something to work with xP
The only genre I find myself not entirely comfortable with is [i]really sci-fi stuff[/i], but, if the plot/idea catches me enough it can hold my interest. Oh, and my writing level is high casual to low advanced.
[color=C1cdcd]•[/color] I’m a sarcastic, snarky, bipolar-depressed, degenerate garbage can, but generally people seem to like me (I don’t know [i][b]why in the hot hell you would[/b][/i]) - but if you would also like to be my friendo lemme know.
I don’t bite.
Usually owo xd rawr
[h2][color=C1cdcd]welppp...I guess that’s okay for now
thanks for reading, you potatoes[/color][/h2]
[sub]Discord: [i][b]...[/b][/i][/sub]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><font color="gray"><div class="bb-right"><font color="#c1cdcd"><div class="bb-h1">uhhhh, hi there</div></font><br><div class="bb-indent">I am here and I sorta exist so yes this is my ‘bio’ and it will probably be rather brief and suck and be sloppy, just like me.<br><span class="bb-i">So, without further ado..</span><br><br><div class="bb-center"><font color="#c1cdcd"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-u">stuff about me</span></div></font><br><font color="#c1cdcd">•</font> Most people call me Barti or Bart <span class="bb-s">as well as a few other things</span> since it’s just easier <span class="bb-s">or meaner</span> than the actual thing - I invite you to do so as well.<br><br><font color="#c1cdcd">•</font> I’m a 23-year-old <span class="bb-i">(bday June 20th!)</span> Texan who enjoys thunderstorms and rain far too much, and likes anime, running, metal music, and copious amounts of <span class="bb-s">DRUGS</span> candy, among many other cool things - like DnD and MTG.<br><br><font color="#c1cdcd">•</font> I enjoy group rps as well as 1x1s. For groups I have what I think is a decent array of interests, most of it being profusely weeb-y. I like Fantasystuffs (Modern especially), supernatural themes, pretty much all Japanese stuff - including historically accurate settings - as well as general dark/grim themes, comedic slice of life trash, academy rps, unique plots, etc. etc. As for 1x1s I pretty much do <abbr class="bb-abbr" title="incredibly fuckin lewd, or not">romance</abbr>, but I can do non-romantic stuff too if you give me something to work with xP<br> The only genre I find myself not entirely comfortable with is <span class="bb-i">really sci-fi stuff</span>, but, if the plot/idea catches me enough it can hold my interest. Oh, and my writing level is high casual to low advanced.<br><br><font color="#c1cdcd">•</font> I’m a sarcastic, snarky, bipolar-depressed, degenerate garbage can, but generally people seem to like me (I don’t know <span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-b">why in the hot hell you would</span></span>) - but if you would also like to be my friendo lemme know.<br>I don’t bite.<br>Usually owo xd rawr<br><br><div class="bb-h2"><font color="#c1cdcd">welppp...I guess that’s okay for now<br>thanks for reading, you potatoes</font></div><br><sub>Discord: <span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-b">...</span></span></sub></div></div></div></font></div>
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