[OOC] Mass Effect: Underworld

[POOHEAD189]

Krogan Battlemaster coming on Thursday!
I tried to have it completed earlier tonight, but I host D&D 3.5 on Wednesdays.

[Mao Mao]

And I also fixed some grammar and spelling mistakes that I missed on my sheet as well.

[Rithy]

@BlackSam3091

Hey, I finished my character sheet :D
Lemme know what you think! I think the group might need a Sentinel!

It's been 6 years or so since I finished Mass Effect, but I think I remembered most of the important bits!

Also, yes, the character is very much a Blood Knight type! ^_^

Vella

Name:

Vella "Calisto" Calixten Ophelia.

Race:

Asari.

Class:

Sentinel.

Age:

267

Sex:

You mean I can choose as an Asari?! :D

Appearance:

6.8ft, 200(something)lbs
With deep blue skin, bright purple eyes and dark blue lips, and standing a bit taller than most of her sister. Her physique is that of a well trained and fed warrior, who has spent much of her time honing her craft, though still retains its feminine form, with Vella leaning towards being a bit more bottom heavy.
She typically wears a black bodyglove beneath a sectional suit consisting of a chestguard, greaves, gloves and a helmet. A stainless white half cloak is draped from the back of her left shoulder.

Backstory:

At a young age, Vella became a shock trooper in the Lance of Light division, a part of the Asari military that specializes in heavy attack tactics and boarding actions. Whilst initial training was turbulent and chaotic, most of her stay with the Division would turn out to be surprisingly lax, as they were not a favored division within the Asari military, with the Commandos mostly being picked before them for important missions, and with no great wars going on to require their service. Most of the beginning of Vella's life therefore became filled with mind numbing routine in a (mostly) peaceful galaxy, with what little actual military action she ever saw being when the division was brought down upon particular pirate and criminal gangs who were too stupid to flee.

It was not until the Reaper war that Vella and her division saw true action. In the chaos of the total war launched by the extra-galactic machines of death that swept down onto a mostly unsuspecting galaxy, the Lance of Light suddenly went from being a mostly unused relic from the past to being a highly effective legion of soldiers that were sent into the thick of any offensive, plunging into the Reaper's own otherwise unstoppable tide and carving a path of chaos and destruction through it. What to many was a terrifying chapter of horror and despair for the galaxy became Vella's own little gift, as she plunged herself heedless into the thick of it with the rest of her sisters, putting more than a century of training combined with unhinged aggression towards her foe!

Although victorious at the end of the war, the Lance of Light was devastated, having lost more than 50% of its original personnel. Whilst most of the people around her were tired and eager to embrace the hard won peace, Vella found herself feeling disquiet. The war had awakened something in her, an urge that had always been there but had not truly manifested itself until the world she had known had been destroyed around her. It was a lust for excitement, of challenge and adventure. Feeling unsatisfied with the bureaucratic work of putting her old division together or rebuilding her home planet; neither of which she possessed the patience for; she instead gained permission to leave under the pretense of "Improving Inter-Racial Military Cooperation" by assisting other allied forces in the galaxy, something she did by following a contact she had gained during the Reaper war in the form of a mysterious Specter...

Psyche Profile:

Impulsive. Non-thinking Extrovert. Action girl. Impatient. These are the traits that best describe Vella, as she is an energetic, impatient woman who hates to be still, and likes to be in the center of things. She is highly competitive. To her, everything can become a competition, and she is highly conscious of what others think about her!

Specialty:

Frontline fighter through and through. Vella's hot-headed nature makes her a natural shock trooper, preferring to always be on the attack and never pausing. She does possess a technical skill built up over more than a hundred years, which makes her adapt at piloting vehicles as well, allowing her to take her aggressive attack mentality over to piloting vehicles, both land, air and space.

Powers/Skills:

Expert Marksman Training.
Expert CQC Training.
Military Biotic Training.
Extensive technical skills.
Pilot training, mostly focusing on Fighter crafts.
Basic Demolition training, but good at improvising.

Equipment and Resources:

ML-77 Missile Launcher.
Apostle. Asari Assault Rifle.
Acolyte Pistol.
Ceremonial dagger. Essentially a small sword that also doubles as a melee weapon.

Sample Post:

A current of excitement was running through the otherwise still air around them,

They were a group of six in total, standing in the dim light of the run down maintenance hallway. Though otherwise shrouded in darkness, the polished, silvery surface of their armor glistened from the light generated by the welding torch used by the drone in front of them to cut through the bulkhead. The crackling of the plasma was the only source of sound in the room as none of them said anything. They all knew why they were there. They all knew what the mission expected of them.

A deep, metallic groan could suddenly be heard from far off away, traveling through the metal walls around them as if some great tremor had occurred a few hundred feet away from them. But what they knew to be the ongoing bombardment outside did not matter to them.

Valla, standing in the front right of the group, gripped her Apostle rifle tightly as an audible beep suddenly emanated from the swirling, bulbous light of the drone in front of them; indicating that the structural integrity of the wall in front of them was weak enough to be…

*BOOM!*

The charges placed on the bulkhead promptly detonated, causing the weakened bulkhead to suddenly fall in and onto the ground with a heavy thud on the other side! Tendrils of fire and smoke flew everywhere as the entire group now suddenly charged forward without a word; weapons trained and blue barrier shields flickering around them like ghostly hues!

“What?!” Sounded the surprised voice of a Batarian male who came into view right in front of them, standing up from behind a terminal, omni-tool in one hand and his other hand frozen. Garbed in the fatigues of a technician, the Batarian’s many eyes widened only in time to realize what was going on as the silver armed figures emerged out from the breach in front of him – before half a dozen white bolts streaked right through his body, almost severing his arm and leaving him dead before he even hit the ground!
Finger on the trigger, Vella watched as the first target fell, feeling a rush of adrenaline as she could hear off to her left another scream as one of her sisters had just acquired more of the ship’s crew; and promptly disposed of them! Heart racing and blood rushing with excitement, she stepped rapidly forward as she suddenly noticed the outline of another figure emerging a cloud of steam escaping from some of the piping.

“We’ve been boarded!” Sounded the voice of a man as he came around the corner, a human; grizzled features and black suit and armor, and a pistol snapping up on his right. He did not hesitate to fire, albeit frantically at that, snapping off three shots! Two of them missed their mark, though one shot hit; only to be dispersed in a flick of blue as it hit the shield around Vella.
There was a visible pause in the man’s actions, a look of sudden regret washing over his face as he saw the trio of rifles that were suddenly pointed directly at him! He took one step back; his lips moving as to speak but no words escaped; before he too was riddled with a stream of silvery streaks, tearing through his simple chestplate and everything else, and painting the wall behind him with blood and ash!

Behind the monochrome mask of her helmet, Vella smiled. A smile of joy and excitement, even as she stepped instinctively forward. This was her purpose she was fulfilling. No more simulations. This time it was real, and she could not wait as they advanced rapidly deeper into the ship as the sound of other boarding actions could be heard in the distance!

Notes

Achievements: Managed to get heavily injured 21 times during the Reaper war. Still standing.
Has an antagonistic relationship with low door frames.
Would say something about sexuality, but if I remember correctly, Asari sexuality involves banging most things!

[Leos Klien]

@BlackSam3091

Hey, I finished my character sheet :D
Lemme know what you think! I think the group might need a Sentinel!

It's been 6 years or so since I finished Mass Effect, but I think I remembered most of the important bits!

@Rithy

Whut.... You've...finished the games and not replayed them since?
Dude... how?

[An Outsider]

Ok peeps, about to start doing my own round of sheet reviews, though MrD has already touched on a lot of issues. Got to say though, from what I've seen so far is very encouraging, so thank you for all the enjoyable reads.

[Rithy]

@Leos Klien

Well, I had planned to replay it again... but last time that happened, all my free time disappeared into the black hole that was Dragon Age: Inquisition xD

[PrivateVentures]

@MiddleEarthRoze I believe it's been decided that we'll ease the player cap as long as every application passes snuff. Sam has final say of course though.

@AquaAzura I like the idea of an Amazonian Asari, but I'm not sure if her Krogan father would have given her that kind of appearance. Asari only use alien mates to randomize their own genetic sequences, they don't actually gain any traits that way. Otherwise the sheet is shaping up well and you're free to have a ripped Asari anyway.

@The Spectre It's a good sheet but I can't really see why the Spectres would want him. As far as can be told, he's a Quarian of average skill; and it's not like the Spectres particularly need or want people with significant political ties. They're a covert group that works in the shadows. His supposed strategic skill is a start but it doesn't really explain where he got such skill from, how would he acquire those kinds of skills as a freshly returned pilgrim? It would make more sense if he was part of the Marines if you wanted him to have strategic aptitude; or have him grow up on a military ship.

It's also unexplained just what kind of position he had in his ship and how he acquired such power, and keep in mind the game is only one year post ME3.

@Dervish Looks great to me but Sam has the final word.

@PrivateVentures I like the character concept but I'm kinda iffy on him being good at basically everything as far as I can tell. He's got Tech, Biotics, and Combat. I would prefer if he be more specialized. Perhaps if you focused on his tactical skill and tech aptitude, it'd make sense for Cerberus to want to recruit him. Or alternatively he could have been a biotic who was recruited by Cerberus into an experimental program; and he's a biotic master who can levitate and shield himself thanks to Cerberus augmentations. But without them he's otherwise defenseless. Either way, I'd prefer him to not be quite so powerful.

@Arcarius It seems fine to me, a really great read. will wait to see how the sample post goes. I do hope people start branching out from beef muscle characters though :P Should his venom gauntlets be a power?

@Silver Fox I'm open to Geth characters and I believe Sam is as well. I'm very intrigued by the concept, but I will say that Legion was supposed to be the only unit of his kind and IIRC he was the only Geth who wasn't explicitly under Reaper control at the beginning of the battle for Rannoch. I'm also not sure that ME technology is advanced enough for someone, even a Geth, to Frakenstein a victim of an explosion in the field.

@MrDidact

I figured his primary weakness would be his inability to work with others. I thought it would be interesting to have a technically proficient character who has no interpersonal skills. That having been said, his main physical weakness is electrical shortage, preventing him from being able to regenerate or use most of his abilities. As such, he'll have to manage his suit's superconductors extremely well to avoid shorting out. If he did short out, he would be virtually helpless.

I tried to touchon that weakness in the sample passage.

In any case, I figured his biotic abilities would have been essentially a replacement for prosthetics. The suit itself is what allows his tech proficiency, as well as his combat skill. Without that, he's just a psychic cripple.

[PrivateVentures]

Quite Interested :D Here's my little babe!

Name:

System 42009874563001

Call Sign:

Phalanx

Race:

Geth

Class:

Infiltrator

Age:

1895 CE The Geth War (basically old)

Sex:

Synthetic Life form. Considers itself Female.

Appearance:

The synthetic life form stands a total of seven feet, weighing about two hundred and eighty pounds. The metal coloring being a dark blue with black interior. A silver star sticker is placed on its forehead above the bright glowing blue glass eye. Has a silver keychain with a diamond locket attached to the hilt of its sniper rifle.

Backstory:

Phalanx was one of the many Geth's to survive The Geth War. Much like Legion, it was a special class to be made for adventuring and interacting with life forms, without the knowledge of the Creators. Yet after the war, it remained on the world Rannoch to simply archive messages from Legion. Organic life had always fascinated the synthetic being, despite how the Creators had tried to destroy them. There were those who died protecting them, and this confused Phalanx. There were those who cared and those who feared. Why? Did they not form the same consensus as the Geth did? Their different views had caused one another's death and such a thing seemed illogical. Phalanx found itself simply grow more curious with these actions, and spent many years studying the Creator's books on the home planet. Studying all the knowledge it could muster and didn't know and sharing such knowledge with its fellow comrades.

Then the Old Machines came, making promises to the Geth that they would be free to do what the wish and come out from hiding. Most did not welcome such a thing, not wishing for war. Yet others did... Which was also surprising to Phalanx. Being one of the many to refuse the offer, Phalanx remained and watched as the comrade, later named Legion, was sent on the mission to investigate the organics outside the Veil. Phalanx found itself eagerly awaiting the information from Legion, especially when he met Commander Shepard.

Reading over the information and watching video archives, Phalanx only grew more curious of organics. Humans were known for their emotional state and often confusing other races. Shepard would give criminals chances when they did not deserve it, give up chasing a criminal to save innocent lives... That in later years the kind favors were returned. It was a mystery... Illogical.. Yet to interesting and inspiring.

When Shepard and the Creators came to Rannoch after the battle in which the Geth mind were just controlled, Phalanx was the first to eagerly greet them, despite the tension between the races. And how itself fell into the Reapers control, luckily managing to not be blast to bits. Despite wishing to join in the Reaper War and assist the great hero, Phalanx remained on Rannoch to assist the Creators in making the planet their home once more. Even using its own conscious to assist volunteer Creators to adjust their frail bodies to the Rannoch air.

After the war was done, Phalanx requested to be assigned to off planet missions. Getting permission from the more higher ranking Geth, Phalanx was assigned on solo missions to distinguish criminals as well as interact with friendly organics. Phalanx was a obvious choice, showing a friendly approach to other races as well as deadly with a sniper rifle.

Phalanx was assigned to a special mission. Phalanx was to protect a wealthy human family, in order to increase diplomatic relations between the two races. In return, Geth would offer technology while humans offered their culture history. Agreeing, Phalanx stayed at the families wealthy home and guarding their lives. The father and mother were always out at work, they had three children, two of which were adults and hardly cared for Phalanx's presence. Everyone saw the Geth as a simple tool to use. But, the youngest daughter at the age of sixteen named Clara adored the synthetic life form.

Clara often played with Phalanx, since her siblings never did want to play. At a young age, she stuck a silver star shaped sticker on top of Phalanx's head, deeming it a sign of their friendship. Phalanx was a bit confused but agreed none the less. Curious of how human children act and grow. They spent a few days together, Phalanx discovering true raw emotions yet not understanding them. Yet it learned how to act like a human, how to make other races feel even a little more comfortable around it in the short time it had. Learning manners and proper ways to speak with others. Everything seemed alright until finally, Phalanx was called out to attend a certain mission. Before Phalanx left, Clara gave the machine a silver keychain with a diamond gem locket. Keeping the gift around the hilt of its trusty sniper rifle, Phalanx left to plan out the mission.

Days later, Phalanx found the terrorist ship and infiltrated it. Making a smooth entry and set the ship to self destruct. After escaping, it suddenly received a distress signal that informed Phalanx that Clara had been captured by the targeted terrorist group. Dread and panic set in as Phalanx realized before watching the ship explode. Feeling a sense of desperation, ignoring survival rate calculations, the Geth unit searched the wreckage. By some miracle, Phalanx found her torn apart blacken body. In reality, Clara was dead, but Phalanx refused to let that happen. Taking the torn body on board, Phalanx experimented and created off what it had, a cyborg of sorts. A sick, twisted one that could hardly move... But it wasn't Clara. Just a machine with organs and blood of a dead body. Clara was indeed dead.

Returning to the Cathedral, Phalanx returned the remains to the family before being yelled at by them. Being accused of for making Clara a monster. Defiling her body and attempting to make her into one of the Reapers husks. Ever since then, it wasn't allowed to see them or visit Clara's grave. It didn't understand what exactly had it done incorrect. It had attempted to use what it could in a attempt to save a life.

Still, despite that event, Phalanx continues to fight for the good of everyone.

Psyche Profile:

Phalanx is somewhat odd compared to its fellow synthetic life forms. Since the beginning, there had always been that hint of humanity that only increased when the Geth Hero Legion sacrificed himself to give them their own will. Curious and resourceful, Phalanx can always be seen studying on organics and asking frequent questions. Clever and resourceful, it swiftly calculates situations and doesn't hesitate to speak its suggestions or even strangely its opinions. It does seem to have a kind approach and seems to always pick saving innocent lives, even going for the reckless approach in endangering its own life. Phalanx has a sense of justice, believing there is always good in each life form, be it organic or synthetic. It always tries to not be judgmental and treat everyone equally. But will not hesitate to punish those who it deems needs it. Often, Phalanx is torn between what is logical and what is the right thing to do.

Specialty:

Phalanx is a great sniper, and surprisingly stealth, using tactical cloak to its advantage. It's knowledgeable with electronics, and has decent knowledge at flying aircrafts.

Powers/Skills:

Incinerate
AI Hacking
Disrupter Ammo
Cyro Ammo
Tactical Cloak
Electronics
Operative

Equipment and Resources:

Geth Pulse Sniper Rifle X
Geth Pulse Shotgun X
Omni-Tool

Sample Post:

RP Sample

We remember the dark days, the days where we held no mind of our own. We remember when this unit was operational and the Creator that looked upon us with a sign of accomplishment. A female with hair black as night and glowing eyes. One could say this organic was beautiful in the terms of the Creator's culture. Tasks were sent to us and fellow mobile units. Meaningless tasks for soulless machines to befit the need of those we serve.

At first, we held no real conscious, no true thoughts on what we were doing. Only doing what we were programmed for. However, slowly but surely, more of our units were created and our inner systems linked with one another. Forming strong train a thought, a sense of self worth even. It was much like the system of a human insect known as ants. The more there was of us, the more we thought not for the Creators, but for ourselves. This unit especially could not help these peculiar thoughts that questioned what our meaning was. Years watching the Creators, their laughter, their anger... Their sheer joy when a newborn was birthed. Such things were unexplained in our network

The day came when a question was finally asked.

We looked our own Creator, stopping the task of repairing a ship's systems. When questioned, our unit gazed to our Creator with our glass eye. A odd corruption like thing streaming through our systems. It tingled and even made our unit a little jittery, but still we asked.

"Do we have a soul as you do, Creator?"

Our sensors watched as our Creator's from their relaxed one, to one that made their eyes stretch and mouth curl. Was that the expression one called fear? Yet this unit's Creator expression calmed and even gave a smile. It twitched slightly, nervous perhaps but still placed a gentle hand on this unit's chest plate.

"...That is a question you can only answer yourself... But I believe you do by that question alone." She answered. We did not understand, but accepted the answer none the less. Other Creators were not so kind.

We were not the only unit to ask this question, as others asked their Creators the same. The same expressions held upon their fleshy faces. Not too long after, the Creators made a decision.

Eliminate us.

We did not understand. What had we done wrong? The only thing this unit wishes is to be apart of their world, have a greater understanding. We wanted to know who we are. If we had a purpose. If we lived as they did.

Is that incorrect?

No... is that wrong? Are we wrong? A mistake?

Why do we live?

We did not want to fight, we owe our Creators our soul. So on the day of the War, we did not falter. Our unit stood and watched down the dark halls, as glowing red weapons aimed at us. Ready to terminate our entire sentient race. We were ready to accept the wish of the Creators. Yet, this unit's Creator stepped in her own people's path. Standing in front of us, defending us from her own people. We questioned our Creator, explaining how such actions were illogical. How going against superiors could lead to exile. We did not understand for we knew it was illogical to go against one's own people.

Yet her words only programmed more questions.

"Because you are alive. You deserve to live as any other. You are my friend. Friends protect one another."

Those words were illogical, and yet this unit calculated that it was meaningful. A sense that willed us to follow her words, and protect her and our own gifted life. Yet despite her being one of the Creators, weapons were fired. Our Creator had her own weapon and returned the fire, while we watched at the illogical mayhem break loose. Creators fought one another, screaming their arguments as blood tainted the dark halls.

The Geth could only watch the battle before watching our protectors fall one by one. We watched as our unit's creator fell, body broken and tarnished by her own blood. We could only kneel, our three fingers wrapping around the torn body. Our glass eye focused on the pale face then to the blood that leaked upon our cold metal body. True understanding or organic emotions escaped us, but right there... We deem this to be.. Sorrow? Loss? Then perhaps... A sense of yearning. A yearning to live.

Looking at the hostile Creators, we took our Creator's weapon from her lifeless hands and stood. We were one... And we fought for our lives and for our freedom. For the illogical injustice the Creators have caused...

We fought.

The battle was long and hard, yet the Creators fear grew and numbers dwindled while ours remained strong. We watched as the Creators retreated in ships, and we could have followed yet we didn't. Blood is not what we wanted nor was revenge. We wanted to live, to find ourselves. And we know now who we are.

We are Geth. We are Phalanx... For we are united...

There is only one question we wanted to ask the Creators... One more question unanswered by those who created us, those who birthed us like their offspring yet are treated so differently. Those who slaughtered their own kind out of their own terror.

Why?

.

Notes

-Phalanx has high respect for Shepard and Legion.
-Tends to ask a lot of questions.
-Is very interested in humans in general, but enjoys asking other races as well.
-At times, Phalanx will practice 'organic' habits out of curiosity. Attempting to eat for example. Of course, that just ends up getting itself messy.

@Silver Fox

quick tip: plural of 'Geth' is 'Geth'

[Leos Klien]

@PrivateVenturesThat was unnecessarily long to say what you needed to say >.>"

[PrivateVentures]

@PrivateVenturesThat was unnecessarily long to say what you needed to say >.>"

@Leos Klien

Yeah, sorry about that. I'm new to the whole 'quote' thing.

[PrivateVentures]

Just realized there's a '@mention' button.

[Leos Klien]

@PrivateVenturesNot good enough, you've had.... 0 days to learn everything about this websites spaghetti code!

[Dervish]

<Snipped quote by Silver Fox>

quick tip: plural of 'Geth' is 'Geth'

@PrivateVentures

I prefer Gethi or Geeth.

lol no

[PrivateVentures]

<Snipped quote by PrivateVentures>

I prefer Gethi or Geeth.

lol no

@Dervish

I like Geethes, also.

[Rithy]

@PrivateVentures

You know, that just opens up the possibility of a Geth who's Microsoft Word software has been corrupted; cue odd grammatical errors!

[PrivateVentures]

@Rithy

You know, I thought about that problem which is why I gave my dude a special cyberwarfare suite. In a world ruled by technology, imagine the power a hacker would hold over everyone else.

[PrivateVentures]

Also, new edits on my CS

[Rithy]

@Rithy

You know, I thought about that problem which is why I gave my dude a special cyberwarfare suite. In a world ruled by technology, imagine the power a hacker would hold over everyone else.

@PrivateVentures

My fear of self-driving cars summed up xD

[Leos Klien]

@RithyIts self flying planes that I'm fearing; assuming they ever actually make them.

[PrivateVentures]

@Leos Klien You mean drones?