@Light here we are, I decided against the bowgun and went for a gunlance, hope you like it!
Race: Lynian - Felyne and Grimalkyne heritage Gender: Male Appearance: Purrcival, due to his heritage is rather tall when compared to than most Palicos- standing in at about 3'6". His fur is short and mostly black, save for white patches on his stomach, underneath his chin, and on his paws. Scars from various missions adorn his frame, and a pair of gold rings are pierced through one of his ears.
Role: Tailraider - Tailraider Rescue Group Weapons:
With a custom built gunlance and shield, Purrcival stands at the front of any rescue effort, protecting his fellow Tailraiders as they provide direct aid to distressed hunters and palicos. Though heavy and large, Purrcival wields this weapon with surprising grace and finesse.
Felyne Iron Sword - Purrcival keeps a standard issue palico sword strapped across his back as a backup weapon. He uses it on the occasions when he has been disarmed of his primary weapon, or needs to drop the gunlance and shield for more mobility.
Tailraider Gadgets - Purrcival keeps a pouch containing a variety of necessary tools for the Tailraiders, most notably a generous supply of vigorwasp spray for first aid purposes, and smoke bombs for screening escapes from hostile monsters.
Grani - A Mernos wingdrake. One of many used by the Tailraiders as a method of quick transport in and out of rescue locations. While technically capable of combat, wingdrakes are rather fragile when compared to the usual targets of hunters, and Purrcival avoids bringing Grani into combat when possible. Still, the wingdrake is capable of being used as a warmount. Grani in particular responds to a whistle Purrcival has built into his helmet.
Armor: While at home and not on duty, Purrcival is commonly seen in the typical Palico getup- leather vest and hat. However, when deployed or prepping for a rescue mission, Purrcival dons a set of Legiana Mail, providing him ample protection without too much weight.
Bio: A Tailraider of considerable repute, Purrcival is the oldest of 12. Always larger than his siblings, and possessed of considerable athleticism- with strength comparable to a human, Purrcival was quickly picked up and inducted into the Hunter's Guild as one of their palicos. Purrcival served with another hunter in the Old World before an injury left the hunter unable to continue their career. Staying with the Hunter's Guild, Purrcival was among those selected to join the Fifth Fleet as they headed out towards the New World.
Upon reaching the new world, Purrcival and several other Felynes without Hunter partners banded together to form the Tailraiders, support to hunter teams as they embarked on missions in the New World. The Tailraiders grew in number as the years went by, and different specializations were formed to fit the different needs of the Commission: Support and logistics staff, safari gatherers, auxiliary hunters, rescue teams, and whatever else the Commission felt necessary. Owing to his size and skill, Purrcival became member of the Tailraider Rescue Group: heavily armed and armored Tailraiders mounted on wingdrakes, responsible for swooping into mission areas and ensuring downed hunters made it back to base.
With surprising efficiency, by the time the Sixth Fleet arrived in Astera, Purrcival had risen through the ranks and made his mark as team leader for TRG-1, sent into the most dangerous locations to rescue and support beleaguered hunters during the most dangerous of hunts. As things have mostly calmed down after the events in Seliana, Purrcival and the rest of TRG-1 spend most of their days training new hunters and palicos as they arrive in Astera, though Purrcival still feels the call of adventure and is ready to answer any call at a moment's notice.
@Jerkchicken I'll wait for you before posting again if you plan to have your cs up today. I wanna give you a chance to bring your character in before we move to the obvious scene of everyone's characters all arriving at the Geological Research Department.
Don't whine about your rank promotion quest! Let me tell you about eggs and powderstones back in my day.
Race: Human Gender: M Appearance: Unlike the image, he's clean shaven and his eyes are brown. Also ignore the markings and the robot seams Role: Hunter, Back-up cantina cook, gear aficionado Weapons:Filo has used many weapons due to being an adaptable hunter on top of an avid collector of gear, who has spent countless parts and zenny paying for stuff. However, he mainly favors melee, with the exception of the bow and has come to love heavy bowguns with Wyvernheart capacity.
Currently he's running with a Alqaws al-Nasr
However, it's a peculiar and rather old greatsword that's something of his signature weapon. Seldom know of those letters mean, and he's rather vague about it too.
Armor: He's fond of using the Kushala set of the Masterwork beta design.
Bio: Filo was born to some village in the Schrade region. The town or his lineage aren't of an exceptional notice. His village however had its share of hunters passing through his family's pub. Their wildly varied armor and weapons caught his eyes and eventual interest into this lifestyle and profession. He'd use his family's money for a cheap armor set and a starter weapon. Slowly but surely he'd climb the guild's ranks. Starting from a seemingly endless amounts of delivery quest, a couple fights with ornery drones, and finally to larger and more dangerous monsters.
He'd find himself comfortably operating out in Dondruma. he rather liked the tropical climate and the city itself was rather charming with its derelict appearance. He also became a fan of its unique take on the arena. In spite of how different it was, he was a little surprised how it didn't spread to more places. Regardless, more time would pass and he'd come across news from the guild for volunteers for a voyage, the destination would be a place he never knew of, and the time spent there would be labeled "long term". Craving a new experience and finding himself with no commitments he would sign up as part of the first fleet.
Astera was and continues to be an amazing place. Of course it was so much more different than it is now. He remembered how it was just more of a glorified camp than the pseudo-town it became. He remembers the stripping of the boats to convert into building materials. He also remember the time he thought being seasick from the storm's violently churning waters only for it to end with the ship being launched by wave to the mountain and lodging itself there. Filo's contributions to the early days were resource gathering, construction, and exploration on top of hunting whatever got too close to camp.
Exploring was his favorite part as it let him simply disappear for a long time and enjoy the splendor of this uncharted world. It was also a lot different due to natural barriers. Of course this would change with the arrival of the fifth fleet and the Zora Magdoras who opened up a lot of new paths by plowing the environs. This would be the most exciting time ever second to his arrival. So many new elder dragons being discovered which would also culminate in the fight with Shara Isvalda. Although he was not present for the battle, he contributed in the background with preparations and reports.
The ensuing calm was a change of pace. Everything was more or less neatly wrapped up. Filo found himself with a great wanderlust that urged him to leave and see more of the world. As much as he loved being here also wanted something different. He'd head back to the mainland for a while. It was a bittersweet experience as it was him mostly visiting family and friends. So much time has passed with things happening that he wished he was there for. But yet, he really couldn't regret his decision for he had experienced things very few people would ever do. His time on the mainland would be cut short, as a message from Astera asking for his expertise would summon him back. At the very least Astera and the mainland were less isolated now so it would be easier to be connected to whatever was happening on the mainland.