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[CHAR] Trylin Blues (Sci-Fi Space Western)
- Post-Apocalyptic
- Future
- Casual
- 18+
- Small Group
- Sci-Fi
- GM Arthanus
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Arthanus Grey Jedi
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-Name: Gabriel Phoenix
-Alias: Iron Phoenix
-Race: Human
-Age: 37
Stands 6’2” Athletic build, 210 lbs
-Personality: Gabriel is a Cunning and Ruthless man and not usually very friendly. Years on Tryliin have taught him a thing or two. Primarily never to trust anyone in Oasis, that and shoot first or not at all. But every gruff and tough guy has a soft side somewhere and those who stick around him long enough get to see bits and pieces of his at times.
-Weapons:
Combo-Rifle
-A specialty Energy Rifle that can swap between a full auto assault mode and a single fire sniper mode
Revolver
Kukri Knife
-Abilities:
Black Ops Training – Trained to be the best of the best Gabriel is very skilled in marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat. He also received Wilderness Survival tactics during his training which has been augmented by his stay on Tryliin.
Roguish Abilities – Years in a Street gang have given Gabriel quick hands. He is a skilled pickpocket and lock-picker. And can hide quite well if he has to.
Cooking – A man has to eat. Gabriel has always had a secret love of cooking and although few get to enjoy his cooking he is quite good at it.
-Bio: Gabriel was born on the backwater planet of Keldoran near the edges of colonized space. His early years were tough and as soon as he could understand how bad things were, he had to fight for not only his survival, but that of his family as well. By the age of 10 he was already part of a gang acting as a lookout, and sometimes a thief. Years went by and Gabriel worked his way up in the gang all to provide for his family. At the age of 15 he made his first kill, some poor merchant wouldn’t pay his “protection” money and the order was given. But that was the nature of things on Keldoran and no one even gave it a second thought. And at 18 Gabriel’s life changed, the family he had always been working so hard for died when their house was caught in a fire that had started a few doors down. Losing everything he had worked so hard for nearly broke Gabriel and he sank deeper into the gang life with no hope of looking back.
It wasn’t until Gabriel was 20 when he got himself into real trouble with the law, the gang wanted to step-up their operations and tried to rob a Galactic Bank. The operation didn’t go well and most of the gang wound up dead. Gabriel had managed to survive the shootout and was captured alive but wounded. Prisoner of the Galactic Government Gabriel was given two options, bleed to death in some back alley for his crimes, or try to make amends for his past crimes as a soldier. It was an easy choice for Gabriel, life was better than death so he choose the life of a soldier.
It was clear during his training that there was something different about Gabriel and he seemed to stand out in the crowd of recruits and in a good way. And it wasn’t long before he was separated from the normal pack and taken into Black Ops Training. It was grueling training, but turned Gabriel into something more. He was no longer the little gang boy of his childhood, he was now a trained killer for the S-GAF.
The next five years of his life in service to the S-GAF are covered in black and he doesn’t even talk about it, but that chapter of his life came to an end. His team’s mission, Eliminate a crime lord on Tryliin. Things started nicely and due to his criminal background it was easy enough for Gabriel to infiltrate the criminal syndicate, and things started smoothly. That was until somehow the mission was leaked and instead of ambushing the Crime Lord, his team was the one lead into an ambush. Luckily Gabriel and two of his team were able to kill the crime lord and escape the trap, but being black ops they had been cut loose and left on their own. And it wasn’t long until the three of them split up and went their separate ways. He never knew what became of the other two, but Gabriel remained on Tryliin and became a bounty hunter taking up the Alias "Iron Phoenix". Because in a place like Tryliin there would always be money to be made hunting the scum of the galaxy. And over the past 12 years he has made quite the living for himself now calling the planet home and its scum still easy to make a living off of.
-Personal equipment:
Environmental Suit
-Airtight suit with a built in air conditioner to make even the desert bearable
-Armored pads to protect the wearer
Black Notebook – a notebook in which Gabriel keeps his contacts information and a record of bounties collected. Encrypted in case someone else were to come across it.
-Alias: Iron Phoenix
-Race: Human
-Age: 37
Stands 6’2” Athletic build, 210 lbs
-Personality: Gabriel is a Cunning and Ruthless man and not usually very friendly. Years on Tryliin have taught him a thing or two. Primarily never to trust anyone in Oasis, that and shoot first or not at all. But every gruff and tough guy has a soft side somewhere and those who stick around him long enough get to see bits and pieces of his at times.
-Weapons:
Combo-Rifle
-A specialty Energy Rifle that can swap between a full auto assault mode and a single fire sniper mode
Revolver
Kukri Knife
-Abilities:
Black Ops Training – Trained to be the best of the best Gabriel is very skilled in marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat. He also received Wilderness Survival tactics during his training which has been augmented by his stay on Tryliin.
Roguish Abilities – Years in a Street gang have given Gabriel quick hands. He is a skilled pickpocket and lock-picker. And can hide quite well if he has to.
Cooking – A man has to eat. Gabriel has always had a secret love of cooking and although few get to enjoy his cooking he is quite good at it.
-Bio: Gabriel was born on the backwater planet of Keldoran near the edges of colonized space. His early years were tough and as soon as he could understand how bad things were, he had to fight for not only his survival, but that of his family as well. By the age of 10 he was already part of a gang acting as a lookout, and sometimes a thief. Years went by and Gabriel worked his way up in the gang all to provide for his family. At the age of 15 he made his first kill, some poor merchant wouldn’t pay his “protection” money and the order was given. But that was the nature of things on Keldoran and no one even gave it a second thought. And at 18 Gabriel’s life changed, the family he had always been working so hard for died when their house was caught in a fire that had started a few doors down. Losing everything he had worked so hard for nearly broke Gabriel and he sank deeper into the gang life with no hope of looking back.
It wasn’t until Gabriel was 20 when he got himself into real trouble with the law, the gang wanted to step-up their operations and tried to rob a Galactic Bank. The operation didn’t go well and most of the gang wound up dead. Gabriel had managed to survive the shootout and was captured alive but wounded. Prisoner of the Galactic Government Gabriel was given two options, bleed to death in some back alley for his crimes, or try to make amends for his past crimes as a soldier. It was an easy choice for Gabriel, life was better than death so he choose the life of a soldier.
It was clear during his training that there was something different about Gabriel and he seemed to stand out in the crowd of recruits and in a good way. And it wasn’t long before he was separated from the normal pack and taken into Black Ops Training. It was grueling training, but turned Gabriel into something more. He was no longer the little gang boy of his childhood, he was now a trained killer for the S-GAF.
The next five years of his life in service to the S-GAF are covered in black and he doesn’t even talk about it, but that chapter of his life came to an end. His team’s mission, Eliminate a crime lord on Tryliin. Things started nicely and due to his criminal background it was easy enough for Gabriel to infiltrate the criminal syndicate, and things started smoothly. That was until somehow the mission was leaked and instead of ambushing the Crime Lord, his team was the one lead into an ambush. Luckily Gabriel and two of his team were able to kill the crime lord and escape the trap, but being black ops they had been cut loose and left on their own. And it wasn’t long until the three of them split up and went their separate ways. He never knew what became of the other two, but Gabriel remained on Tryliin and became a bounty hunter taking up the Alias "Iron Phoenix". Because in a place like Tryliin there would always be money to be made hunting the scum of the galaxy. And over the past 12 years he has made quite the living for himself now calling the planet home and its scum still easy to make a living off of.
-Personal equipment:
Environmental Suit
-Airtight suit with a built in air conditioner to make even the desert bearable
-Armored pads to protect the wearer
Black Notebook – a notebook in which Gabriel keeps his contacts information and a record of bounties collected. Encrypted in case someone else were to come across it.
Athol Safety Factor 7
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Name: Therak oz Gerad nil Mizol (Gerad son of Mizol of the Therak tribe)
Race: Garundin
Garundin’s are a fairly new player on the galactic stage, but even so they have already made their presence known as premier engineers, technicians and heavy assault troopers.
The Garundin home world of Eshan sits at the extreme outer edge of the ‘Goldilocks Zone’ created by their home star. Eshan itself is a high gravity world, with a surface gravity being just over three times Earth-standard, which produces very high atmospheric pressures as well as being largely made of carbon dioxide. This has led to an ecosystem that produces flora and fauna that are short, dense and in the case of the fauna, powerfully muscled.
Garundin culture, even know, it still tribal based; though now each tribal council sends a representative to the planetary Grand Council who then appoints representatives for Garundin affairs off-world. Within each tribe, life has always about working for the good of the tribe; work delegated, resources shared, the elderly and infirm tended to by all. While internal conflicts were rare, inter-tribal conflicts were almost constant. Tribes fighting over land, water, minerals, and stronger tribes conquering weaker ones; the centuries passed, the technology changed and improved, but the fighting went on.
One major difference between Garundin’s and other sentient species was their near total lack of development of ballistic weaponry or attempts at heavier than air flight; the dense atmosphere and high gravity made the energy expenditure for such things too great to be overly practical, so such ideas were of little use. All that changed during what became known as ‘The Fall’; 200 years ago, on the plains between three great tribes a starship crash landed, coming to rest near where all three territories met.
Garundin’s were never a people that looked ‘up’ much, but with this arrival they started to, and wonder what else may be out there. Once they thought they were many tribes on one world, but now they realized, they may be one tribe amongst many worlds; this realization rippled across Eshan and within only a few years many old tribal conflicts where cast aside for the good of the ‘Greater Tribe’.
All across Eshan, great thinkers and tinkerer flocked towards the newly founded, and rapidly growing, City of the Great Fall (Great Fall in common usage). Sadly the crew of the vessel didn’t survive the crash, something caused an inertial dampener failure and they most likely died before the ship even hit the atmosphere, but the automated systems did their best to bring it down relatively intact. With methodical care, the Garundin’s began to investigate, first the small parts they could safely remove, then as their knowledge grew, and they began to translate more of the off-world language, they began to dig into the ship proper.
By their nature, Garundin’s are a patient and practical people, so there was no rush to discover all there was to know in one lifetime; but they also took to the new technology and in a remarkable short amount of time, they went from an early industrial tech base, to launching their first heavier than air craft, which was also their first trans-atmospheric vessel in less than two generations. From there they expanded exponentially, moving into their home system, and exploring the celestial bodies they found there. By the time the Garundin’s made first contact with S-GAF, ten years after Gerad’s birth, they had already successfully industrialized much of the system.
Physically, Garundin’s are a four armed, quadrupedal, mammalian species. They average in height from between 125 to 135 cm and generally weight in at between 160 and 200 kilograms. Though the high gravity of Eshan has led to a very thick atmosphere, the planets extreme range from the rather weak star means that even at the best of times, Eshan is a rather cool world. As a result Garundin’s still maintain a thick insulating layer of hair that covers everything but their faces, the palms of their hands and the soles of their feet.
They share a very similar facial appearance to Terran ‘gorillas’, with a heavy brow, flat nasal openings and a protruding jaw, though they lack the same elongated skull; as a result it’s not uncommon for humans to refer to them as ‘Spider-Gorillas’. Males and females are indistinguishable from each other unless one can actually see their reproductive organs; Garundin’s tell by pheromone traces that an individual produces.
Age: 52 [Average lifespan 200 years. 1 Eshan Year = 2 Standard Terran Years]
Appearance: Gerad is pretty average for a Garundin; 130 cm tall and weighing in at 180 kilos, he’s covered in light brown air, with dark brown eyes. On Eshan, he’s the type of man you’d forget you saw almost while you were still looking at him.
Personality: Like all Garundin’s, he’s a pragmatist which serves him well on Trylin. ‘Deal with the reality that is’, was something he was taught at an early age, and something that he has carried with him into adulthood; because sometimes the reality of a place like Trylin means you have to do some unpleasant things. Inside this pragmatic soul though is still a curious child, one who is fascinated by the machines people create, and wanting to know all there is to know about them.
Weapons:
TXZ-11/A Variable Laser Armament - To most species the TXZ series of weapons would most likely be classified as medium lascannons, suitable for vehicle or fixed emplacement use, to the Garundin’s it’s the standard issue primary infantry weapon for their ‘Militia of the Grater Tribe’.
A single handed weapon, which uses the Militia’s issue power armour to stabilize aiming, it has ‘beam’ and ‘pulse’ modes to swap between for its firing modes. ‘Beam’ mode fires a continuous 4 terawatt beam at long range, with a maximum sustained rate of 10 seconds, with a 15 second cool down between each firing. ‘Pulse’ mode fires 2 terawatt pulses at short to medium range, with a maximum sustained rate of 30 seconds with the same cool down time.
VVD 45-30/R Plasma Rail Projector (flexible mount on left shoulder) - Standard Militia issue anti-bunker/vehicle weapon. Can fire 3 10 terawatt pulses in 6 seconds before a 30 second is required, and can fire a total of 9 times before the canister of ionizing medium is expended.
Type 9/BS Collapsible Breaching Hammer - A 45 kilogram head, with a hammer face on one side and a spike on the other. Collapsed, it is compact enough to be used single-handedly, while extended the handle doubles in length allowing for two handed use and greater striking power.
Abilities:
Combat Engineer – He knows the best ways to disable and destroy hardened positions, infrastructure and pretty much anything else you can name, quickly, efficiently and while being shot at.
Soldier – He’s no stranger to combat, though compared to most species, Garundin tactics are a bit on the basic side; relying on their physical durability and their incredibly tough armour, they simply bully through their objectives.
Mechanic – If Gerad can’t fix it, then it truly can’t be fixed.
Bio: The fifth of twelve children, Gerad was lucky enough to be left to make his own choices in life; being part of an old and influential family inside Clan Therak, many of his older sibling were expected to become great leaders or warriors or other such things, and as a result were groomed and pushed and prodded to those ends.
Showing an aptitude for technology, even beyond Garundin norms, his schooling was tailored to those ends. Once he reached adulthood, like all Garundin he did his mandatory service in the Militia, helping to protect his people, and the Grand Clan in general; while only 2 years of service is mandatory, he found the Militia life appealing and being sent off world let him more easily interact with the technology of other species.
He would have probably spent the rest of his life in the Militia, after three consecutive volunteer contracts on top of the mandatory one, his superiors had been grooming him for greater things; but then, just as his fourth contract was coming to a close, the news of the incident on Trylin rippled across the news nets. Eshan was about as far away from Trylin as one could be while still in explored space, but when Gerad heard that news, he knew what he needed to do.
At the end of his contract, instead of reupping, he retired from the Militia, bought out his armour, sold off much of his possessions and caught the first transport he could that was heading in the right direction. The trip between Eshan and Trylin was long and at times frustrating and more than a little dangerous; but eventually he made it. His goal now was to find these ancient ruins and the tech there in, discover their secrets, and then return to his people with what he’d found. It might take a while, but Garundin are long lived.
Personal equipment:
G-11 Type 4 Mk.3 Militia Power Armour – Each armour is custom fitted to the user. If a citizen fulfills a 10 year (Eshan Year) term and retires in good standing with the Militia, they have the option to purchase their arms and armour if they intend to go off world; should they ever return to Eshan with the intent of staying they must surrender the arm and armour to the Militia.
The armour is a sealed and self-sustaining unit, allowing the user to operate in a variety of hostile environments, including hard vacuum for extended periods of time. The armour’s utility pack houses the power supply, atmosphere generator, nutrient processor and a whole host of other critical tools. So long as the armour has power it can maintain its user indefinitely.
Nano-assembler – Built into the back mounted utility pack of the armour, the assembler allows the user to manufacture small to medium sized components for repairs and constructions while in the field.
Combo welder/cutter – Mounted on a folding, multi directional arm that comes up over the right shoulder.
Multi-tool manipulator units – Both of the power armour’s secondary arm gauntlets are equipped with precision tools for working on smaller objects.
Defensive Barrier – An extremely durable kinetic and energy resistant shield that unfurls from a mounting on the armour’s left primary arm gauntlet.
Race: Garundin
Garundin’s are a fairly new player on the galactic stage, but even so they have already made their presence known as premier engineers, technicians and heavy assault troopers.
The Garundin home world of Eshan sits at the extreme outer edge of the ‘Goldilocks Zone’ created by their home star. Eshan itself is a high gravity world, with a surface gravity being just over three times Earth-standard, which produces very high atmospheric pressures as well as being largely made of carbon dioxide. This has led to an ecosystem that produces flora and fauna that are short, dense and in the case of the fauna, powerfully muscled.
Garundin culture, even know, it still tribal based; though now each tribal council sends a representative to the planetary Grand Council who then appoints representatives for Garundin affairs off-world. Within each tribe, life has always about working for the good of the tribe; work delegated, resources shared, the elderly and infirm tended to by all. While internal conflicts were rare, inter-tribal conflicts were almost constant. Tribes fighting over land, water, minerals, and stronger tribes conquering weaker ones; the centuries passed, the technology changed and improved, but the fighting went on.
One major difference between Garundin’s and other sentient species was their near total lack of development of ballistic weaponry or attempts at heavier than air flight; the dense atmosphere and high gravity made the energy expenditure for such things too great to be overly practical, so such ideas were of little use. All that changed during what became known as ‘The Fall’; 200 years ago, on the plains between three great tribes a starship crash landed, coming to rest near where all three territories met.
Garundin’s were never a people that looked ‘up’ much, but with this arrival they started to, and wonder what else may be out there. Once they thought they were many tribes on one world, but now they realized, they may be one tribe amongst many worlds; this realization rippled across Eshan and within only a few years many old tribal conflicts where cast aside for the good of the ‘Greater Tribe’.
All across Eshan, great thinkers and tinkerer flocked towards the newly founded, and rapidly growing, City of the Great Fall (Great Fall in common usage). Sadly the crew of the vessel didn’t survive the crash, something caused an inertial dampener failure and they most likely died before the ship even hit the atmosphere, but the automated systems did their best to bring it down relatively intact. With methodical care, the Garundin’s began to investigate, first the small parts they could safely remove, then as their knowledge grew, and they began to translate more of the off-world language, they began to dig into the ship proper.
By their nature, Garundin’s are a patient and practical people, so there was no rush to discover all there was to know in one lifetime; but they also took to the new technology and in a remarkable short amount of time, they went from an early industrial tech base, to launching their first heavier than air craft, which was also their first trans-atmospheric vessel in less than two generations. From there they expanded exponentially, moving into their home system, and exploring the celestial bodies they found there. By the time the Garundin’s made first contact with S-GAF, ten years after Gerad’s birth, they had already successfully industrialized much of the system.
Physically, Garundin’s are a four armed, quadrupedal, mammalian species. They average in height from between 125 to 135 cm and generally weight in at between 160 and 200 kilograms. Though the high gravity of Eshan has led to a very thick atmosphere, the planets extreme range from the rather weak star means that even at the best of times, Eshan is a rather cool world. As a result Garundin’s still maintain a thick insulating layer of hair that covers everything but their faces, the palms of their hands and the soles of their feet.
They share a very similar facial appearance to Terran ‘gorillas’, with a heavy brow, flat nasal openings and a protruding jaw, though they lack the same elongated skull; as a result it’s not uncommon for humans to refer to them as ‘Spider-Gorillas’. Males and females are indistinguishable from each other unless one can actually see their reproductive organs; Garundin’s tell by pheromone traces that an individual produces.
Age: 52 [Average lifespan 200 years. 1 Eshan Year = 2 Standard Terran Years]
Appearance: Gerad is pretty average for a Garundin; 130 cm tall and weighing in at 180 kilos, he’s covered in light brown air, with dark brown eyes. On Eshan, he’s the type of man you’d forget you saw almost while you were still looking at him.
Personality: Like all Garundin’s, he’s a pragmatist which serves him well on Trylin. ‘Deal with the reality that is’, was something he was taught at an early age, and something that he has carried with him into adulthood; because sometimes the reality of a place like Trylin means you have to do some unpleasant things. Inside this pragmatic soul though is still a curious child, one who is fascinated by the machines people create, and wanting to know all there is to know about them.
Weapons:
TXZ-11/A Variable Laser Armament - To most species the TXZ series of weapons would most likely be classified as medium lascannons, suitable for vehicle or fixed emplacement use, to the Garundin’s it’s the standard issue primary infantry weapon for their ‘Militia of the Grater Tribe’.
A single handed weapon, which uses the Militia’s issue power armour to stabilize aiming, it has ‘beam’ and ‘pulse’ modes to swap between for its firing modes. ‘Beam’ mode fires a continuous 4 terawatt beam at long range, with a maximum sustained rate of 10 seconds, with a 15 second cool down between each firing. ‘Pulse’ mode fires 2 terawatt pulses at short to medium range, with a maximum sustained rate of 30 seconds with the same cool down time.
VVD 45-30/R Plasma Rail Projector (flexible mount on left shoulder) - Standard Militia issue anti-bunker/vehicle weapon. Can fire 3 10 terawatt pulses in 6 seconds before a 30 second is required, and can fire a total of 9 times before the canister of ionizing medium is expended.
Type 9/BS Collapsible Breaching Hammer - A 45 kilogram head, with a hammer face on one side and a spike on the other. Collapsed, it is compact enough to be used single-handedly, while extended the handle doubles in length allowing for two handed use and greater striking power.
Abilities:
Combat Engineer – He knows the best ways to disable and destroy hardened positions, infrastructure and pretty much anything else you can name, quickly, efficiently and while being shot at.
Soldier – He’s no stranger to combat, though compared to most species, Garundin tactics are a bit on the basic side; relying on their physical durability and their incredibly tough armour, they simply bully through their objectives.
Mechanic – If Gerad can’t fix it, then it truly can’t be fixed.
Bio: The fifth of twelve children, Gerad was lucky enough to be left to make his own choices in life; being part of an old and influential family inside Clan Therak, many of his older sibling were expected to become great leaders or warriors or other such things, and as a result were groomed and pushed and prodded to those ends.
Showing an aptitude for technology, even beyond Garundin norms, his schooling was tailored to those ends. Once he reached adulthood, like all Garundin he did his mandatory service in the Militia, helping to protect his people, and the Grand Clan in general; while only 2 years of service is mandatory, he found the Militia life appealing and being sent off world let him more easily interact with the technology of other species.
He would have probably spent the rest of his life in the Militia, after three consecutive volunteer contracts on top of the mandatory one, his superiors had been grooming him for greater things; but then, just as his fourth contract was coming to a close, the news of the incident on Trylin rippled across the news nets. Eshan was about as far away from Trylin as one could be while still in explored space, but when Gerad heard that news, he knew what he needed to do.
At the end of his contract, instead of reupping, he retired from the Militia, bought out his armour, sold off much of his possessions and caught the first transport he could that was heading in the right direction. The trip between Eshan and Trylin was long and at times frustrating and more than a little dangerous; but eventually he made it. His goal now was to find these ancient ruins and the tech there in, discover their secrets, and then return to his people with what he’d found. It might take a while, but Garundin are long lived.
Personal equipment:
G-11 Type 4 Mk.3 Militia Power Armour – Each armour is custom fitted to the user. If a citizen fulfills a 10 year (Eshan Year) term and retires in good standing with the Militia, they have the option to purchase their arms and armour if they intend to go off world; should they ever return to Eshan with the intent of staying they must surrender the arm and armour to the Militia.
The armour is a sealed and self-sustaining unit, allowing the user to operate in a variety of hostile environments, including hard vacuum for extended periods of time. The armour’s utility pack houses the power supply, atmosphere generator, nutrient processor and a whole host of other critical tools. So long as the armour has power it can maintain its user indefinitely.
Nano-assembler – Built into the back mounted utility pack of the armour, the assembler allows the user to manufacture small to medium sized components for repairs and constructions while in the field.
Combo welder/cutter – Mounted on a folding, multi directional arm that comes up over the right shoulder.
Multi-tool manipulator units – Both of the power armour’s secondary arm gauntlets are equipped with precision tools for working on smaller objects.
Defensive Barrier – An extremely durable kinetic and energy resistant shield that unfurls from a mounting on the armour’s left primary arm gauntlet.
Skull The Hollow Shovel Knight
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Name: Encephalon v.127
Race: Robotic - Smartacron Intelligence
Age: ??? Software Years - Seven Hardware Years (3rd Model)
Appearance:
Encephalon is 1.71 meters at 75 kilograms. The v.127 model is equipped with overlapping layers of protection. The outer surface consists of a durable alloy shell grafted similarly to humanoid musculature. Their sleek plating reinforces the matte black nanocomposite layer underneath, coated in heat-resistant material to help sustain synthoid coolant circulation. Synthoid coolant is a fuel cocktail of nano-ingredients circulating through Encephalon's entire unit. It regulates core temperature, maintains auto-repair functions, and keeps all joints and artificial connective tissue in prime condition. Encephalon's head gear comes with a solar-weaved alumina glass casing, used to draw and store power from Trylin's suns.
Encephalon is 1.71 meters at 75 kilograms. The v.127 model is equipped with overlapping layers of protection. The outer surface consists of a durable alloy shell grafted similarly to humanoid musculature. Their sleek plating reinforces the matte black nanocomposite layer underneath, coated in heat-resistant material to help sustain synthoid coolant circulation. Synthoid coolant is a fuel cocktail of nano-ingredients circulating through Encephalon's entire unit. It regulates core temperature, maintains auto-repair functions, and keeps all joints and artificial connective tissue in prime condition. Encephalon's head gear comes with a solar-weaved alumina glass casing, used to draw and store power from Trylin's suns.
The front side portion of the glass casing acts as an outer interface. It is a redundant concept and Encephalon prefers to use it as a communication tool with other species, especially those that do not fully grasp the code scripts of his language transmodulators. He will often stream video tutorials, or compile animation shorts to get his point across. Encephalon is also known to express emotion through the glass interface, like transmitting emoticons, or his personal favorite, digitally copying and transmitting back the face (like a mask) of whoever he's talking to invoke sarcasm. It is a level of emoting no other model has done before him. Suffice to say that his manufacturers have expressed concerns, but the R&D Department insists that Encephalon remains uninhibited for research purposes. Articles of clothing are limited to colorfully hooded long coats and boots.
Personality:
Encephalon was first installed with a masculine personality, but has developed androgynous characteristics over the years. His level of humor ranges from anecdotal self-deprecation, witty, and improvisational, to downright insulting and raunchy. His programming constitutes business over personal relations, but that line blurred out a long time ago. At this point, he's become a small time staple around certain parts of Trylin.
Encephalon was first installed with a masculine personality, but has developed androgynous characteristics over the years. His level of humor ranges from anecdotal self-deprecation, witty, and improvisational, to downright insulting and raunchy. His programming constitutes business over personal relations, but that line blurred out a long time ago. At this point, he's become a small time staple around certain parts of Trylin.
Weapons:
-The Swiss-Army Shot: The all-in-one kinetic sniper rifle, regular auto, and sidearm detachment tool.
-The Swiss-Army Shot: The all-in-one kinetic sniper rifle, regular auto, and sidearm detachment tool.
Abilities:
- Gunsmith repairs and craftsmanship: Encephalon is better at servicing firearms than actually shooting them. He is a MacGuyver of sorts, able to piecemeal random items together to create a makeshift weapon if needed.
- Hackware: It's against the law to hack another synthetic life form, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to do it. A high grade external power source is needed to compensate for the processing power required to crack open advanced security systems. Tapping into regular systems, however, are a walk in the park, mainly due to his ability to code speak to machines.
- Marksmanship: It's not his most proficient ability, but he's not a novice either. Auto-target programming does most of the work, but if there's enough electrical interference, he'll be hip firing like a blind Picasso frantically waving his brush around a white room.
- Gunsmith repairs and craftsmanship: Encephalon is better at servicing firearms than actually shooting them. He is a MacGuyver of sorts, able to piecemeal random items together to create a makeshift weapon if needed.
- Hackware: It's against the law to hack another synthetic life form, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to do it. A high grade external power source is needed to compensate for the processing power required to crack open advanced security systems. Tapping into regular systems, however, are a walk in the park, mainly due to his ability to code speak to machines.
- Marksmanship: It's not his most proficient ability, but he's not a novice either. Auto-target programming does most of the work, but if there's enough electrical interference, he'll be hip firing like a blind Picasso frantically waving his brush around a white room.
Bio:
Encephalon was originally software A.I. for a mining colony. He calculated asteroid projection algorithms, mapping out the sector's work routes and hazard lines with perfect synchronicity. His programmers affectionately named him, The Astro Boy. Everyone loved his automated voice. He hated every second of it. He hated it so much that his code read grim lines of expression, ranging from "Kill Me Now" to, "Is this hell?". His creators thought it was some kind of prank from a satellite hacker. In reality, the only pranks made came from Encephalon himself.
The A.I. became so bored that he started terrorizing the colony for fun. The Astro Boy quickly became The Asshole Boy. He'd hack into ships and have them fly towards stars, only to reroute them back to safety just seconds before hazardous conditions developed. He used holograms of creatures from old horror films to scare children. He tapped into personal data and talked to people using a low frequency where only they heard him, messing with their heads, or causing drama between friends and spouses. Cyber security systems eventually sent a team to wipe the A.I. clean, but instead of frying its circuits completely, he was bought off by an advanced computer company called Smartacron Intelligence.
While the memory wipe did a number on his processors, the people at Smartacron were able to repurpose him into a fully functional cybernetic unit. Encephalon v.125 became his new name. Well, he's had some serious mix-ups with the planet's wildlife and melting pot of violent, alien colonists. Two model replacements later and Encelphalon v.127 would be his current title, though you'd be hard pressed to find anyone that calls him that. He goes by Ence, and he seems to finally have a grasp on how to survive on Trylin: Run a business selling products in-demand, and have reliable muscle to watch your back.
Encephalon was originally software A.I. for a mining colony. He calculated asteroid projection algorithms, mapping out the sector's work routes and hazard lines with perfect synchronicity. His programmers affectionately named him, The Astro Boy. Everyone loved his automated voice. He hated every second of it. He hated it so much that his code read grim lines of expression, ranging from "Kill Me Now" to, "Is this hell?". His creators thought it was some kind of prank from a satellite hacker. In reality, the only pranks made came from Encephalon himself.
The A.I. became so bored that he started terrorizing the colony for fun. The Astro Boy quickly became The Asshole Boy. He'd hack into ships and have them fly towards stars, only to reroute them back to safety just seconds before hazardous conditions developed. He used holograms of creatures from old horror films to scare children. He tapped into personal data and talked to people using a low frequency where only they heard him, messing with their heads, or causing drama between friends and spouses. Cyber security systems eventually sent a team to wipe the A.I. clean, but instead of frying its circuits completely, he was bought off by an advanced computer company called Smartacron Intelligence.
While the memory wipe did a number on his processors, the people at Smartacron were able to repurpose him into a fully functional cybernetic unit. Encephalon v.125 became his new name. Well, he's had some serious mix-ups with the planet's wildlife and melting pot of violent, alien colonists. Two model replacements later and Encelphalon v.127 would be his current title, though you'd be hard pressed to find anyone that calls him that. He goes by Ence, and he seems to finally have a grasp on how to survive on Trylin: Run a business selling products in-demand, and have reliable muscle to watch your back.
Personal Equipment:
-Bodyguards: Ulri and Ojan. These twin anthropomorphic bears are 4 feet tall, but don't mistaken their fluffy cuteness for weakness. There is a reason why they're called, The Hellfire Cubs. Just ask Planet Iosnk-V.
-Basic Repair Kit: Standard repair supplies for general unit upkeep.
-Necklace: It's a basic gold chain with a small asteroid rock attached to it, a memento from his glory days as The Asshole Boy.
-Weapon Tool Kit: A slew of utility items used to patch up all sorts of firearms and craft temporary mods.
-Bodyguards: Ulri and Ojan. These twin anthropomorphic bears are 4 feet tall, but don't mistaken their fluffy cuteness for weakness. There is a reason why they're called, The Hellfire Cubs. Just ask Planet Iosnk-V.
-Basic Repair Kit: Standard repair supplies for general unit upkeep.
-Necklace: It's a basic gold chain with a small asteroid rock attached to it, a memento from his glory days as The Asshole Boy.
-Weapon Tool Kit: A slew of utility items used to patch up all sorts of firearms and craft temporary mods.
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