[OOC] Destiny of Man

[ShiningSector]

**@ShiningSector** You have the same issue as Ubermensch basically what was his life like before he joined the Alliance. Everyone has a past.

Hexaflexagon

I went ahead and updated my original CS to include additional bio information. Please let me know if there is anything else I should add on.

[DAWNSTAR]

Wait... do I need to change something? Or is there another reason I wasn't given starting sanity?

agentmanatee

I do believe this(the following quote) is why hexaflexagon didn't provide a Sanity. Either that or he/she is still working on determining your sanity.

Though to break into Alliance systems at fifteen would make him more or less a child prodigy. If that is the case well the Alliance military sector would of just ripped him from his family there and then to "integrate" him into the system, rather then send him to prison. Integrating being more of a more fabulous case of brainwashing then anything else. 18 might work.

Hexaflexagon

[Drake]

Just updated her bio, hope this works for ya. If I need to change or ellaborate anything just let me know.

[Ubermensch]

Problem solved! Check my revisions please.

[Hexaflexagon]

Hello again everyone. After reviewing the sheets again, here we go with another update. @ShiningSector Everything is looking good now! Starting Sanity is going to be at 180/200, for him being an experienced soldier but not at 200 for not being a big old grizzled meat shield @Drake Thanks for the revisions! Starting Sanity is going to be at 140, being more of an techie, still higher than an average civilian 100 because I'm assuming some of her outlaw father's grit rubbed off of her, combined with living out on the Edge a lifestyle that tends to harden people a bit. @Ubermensch Your good old country boy revision is good! Starting Sanity is also going to be at a nice 180/200 @agentmanatee DAWNSTAR's statement is correct, the age is only the real problem and then I can give you a starting sanity. --- RP Update It is currently 11:24 PM EST time, I have to finish going over some things for work and sleep eventually. So I'm going to say IC should be up by 8:30 AM EST, in the meantime everyone that now has a Sanity score can post their sheets to the character tab. Should probably inform you as well that a strong winter storm is coming into my area over the next two days, so if I do suddenly vanish it may be because my power got knocked out. If this is the case then I shall post a note of such occurrence from my phone, when I have the time and I'm not freezeing my arse off trying to get the backup generator online.

[agentmanatee]

Fixed my age to 18

[Hexaflexagon]

And so the IC is up! Your current objective will to be getting to the aforementioned escape pod at the end of the post. Anyone that can not get there within their first post will die in the exploding wreck of the ship, prepare accordingly. Have fun! @Agentmanatee Okay you are good! Starting Sanity is going to be 110.

[Traitor]

Off to a rollicking good start!

[Zombehs]

Name: Kean “Grave-1” Syun Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: 5’11 (1.8m) and about 200lb (91kg). As expected of those measurements, he’s literally dense muscle and bone. Specialty: General Special Operative (Former Pilot) Starting Sanity: Psychological Record: Tenacious, self-driven, and pragmatic; all traits expected and required from those who serve in his capacity. At the same time, he’s also callous and detached, as if driven solely by the mission and uncaring for those who may interfere. Questions of whether he’s human or simply a really good android aren’t too uncommon after spending a bit of time around him. TL;DR/C: Born to major Alliance trade world, lively family with successful business owner parents. Looked up to and admired the constant stream of ships that came and went from the major space station above. Enrolled in military academy to become pilot and successfully did so. Fought in the war against the secessionists for several years, and was approached by Alliance Spec Ops after demonstrating potential to become an operative. Accepted and went through the training, though resisted against mental conditioning. Partially successful, now being deployed on first mission.

Background

Born to one of the Alliance’s major hub worlds, all Kean ever knew was the urban sprawl of an economic power. Vast towers of gleaming steel that blotted out the horizon and a space station large enough that it dwarfed the sun even during the day. (No not literally) At night it wasn’t the stars that fascinated him, but the never ceasing streaks of light left by ships that travelled to and from the station hanging in orbit. Though his homeworld was fascinating in its own right, he had longed to travel through the vastness of space, leaving behind a trail of fading light. His family was successful and lived a rather wealthy lifestyle near the top of the skyscrapers in the planet’s capital. As business owners his parents spent much of their time away from home, but the large condo was never lifeless. Numerous siblings and a grandfather kept the home lively at almost any time of the day, and as he and his siblings grew older it wasn’t uncommon for at least one to remain awake through the night. As the family grew older though, siblings and members began to walk their own paths in life. Some followed in their parents footsteps, perfectly content to work within their successful businesses or in the field, but Kean didn’t seek a pampered life. Instead he enrolled into military academy with the intent on becoming a pilot. He managed to do so just fine and found himself on one of the Alliance carriers within a year of graduating and earning his rank of 2nd Lieutenant. Unknowingly he had also caught the eyes of those above for his rather stellar performance in the academy. He participated in combat for several years during the war against secessionists in the Outer Rim. Countless hours were spent in nerve wracking dogfights through the void of space, surrounded by lancing beams of lasers and the high pitched whine of his craft’s missile-lock warning system. Surprisingly enough, for a rather fresh recruit that hadn’t seen any sort of combat before, Kean didn’t suffer any real adverse effects during the many years he participated in the war. Perhaps because of this, he was approached when the conflict seemed to be coming to an end with an offer. He accepted, unaware of exactly what it would entail, though by the time he realized it would be too late for him to rescind his acceptance. The brutal physical regime he tolerated without complaint, the physical modifications to his body; to improve him, he could endure, but the mental conditioning they put him through. Though he could understand logically why it was done, he refused and rejected it. He had joined the military to be see the vastness of the galaxy, not to become some chained hunting dog. And so he during those sessions, he took refuge in the small parts of his mind, the memories that their methods couldn’t quite reach or wash away. In the end, the result was an operative whose mental conditioning wasn’t as complete as his superiors would have liked. Chalked up to Kean’s youth as a Spec Op, his first mission would be to accompany the reconnaissance squad to Providence.

Equipment:

• An augmented performance suit that boasts a number of features including artificial muscles to further augment his physical capabilities, a compliment of sensors and electronic warfare measures in the helmet, and a Hermes system that enables short bursts of quick speed. The armor plating provides significant defense against small arms fire and melee weaponry. The suit is also capable of self-sealing, and has a backup supply of oxygen should the user venture into dangerous environments.
• Carries a Battle Rifle. Magazines carry 30 rounds each, and Kean carries about 9 (one in weapon) on his person if possible.
• The TMP SMG is carried as a sidearm due to its rather small size. Its magazines hold up to 40 rounds, and he likes 5 if possible.
• A Nova Knifeserves as Kean’s melee weapon if it comes down to it. Capable of superheating its edge until it a layer of plasma is generated, it can carve through even heavy armor in the right hands.
• An injection pouch that holds a number of serums designed for use with his modified and adjusted body. Contains two rapid regeneration serums that activate certain chemicals which enhance his body’s ability to heal; only serves as a first aid method to stop immediate death, two concentrated stim serums; a potent mix of adrenaline and other chemicals that kick the operative’s body and mind into overdrive in desperate situations, and a paired injection that allows the operative to drop life signs to essentially nothing and then recover from the state.

[Hexaflexagon]

@Zombehs You are good! Starting sanity is going to be at 200. You can just say you where on the pod with everyone else. @Everyone Next post is up, second round of posting may begin! No sanity changes yet.

[Zombehs]

Cool. Guess I'll be working on a post soon.

[Hexaflexagon]

Is totally not plotting out ways to murder all of you slowly.

[Ubermensch]

Is totally not plotting out ways to murder all of you slowly.

Hexaflexagon

Right...

[agentmanatee]

Sorry, I have been a bit busy so slow to post my next will be up by tomorrow

[Zombehs]

Apologies if I'm not supposed to be posting more than once per "round", just wanted to get Kean with the others and not standing inside the now empty escape pod like a durp.

[agentmanatee]

Yea do we only post once per round or do you choose when a round ends?

[Hexaflexagon]

Yea do we only post once per round or do you choose when a round ends?

@agentmanatee

For the most part it shall be one post per round unless further specified. Sorry everyone about the delays on my side, I'm dealing with some family issues on this side and snow... lots and lots of snow. :( Anyway I should have a post up today before the clock strikes midnight EST.

[Hexaflexagon]

Okay next round has officially begun! No sanity changes as of yet, those will start up next round. Your current objective is basically introduce your characters to one another if you so desire the need, try and asses any damage to yourself and how serious it is, and well go look at a corpse filled hallway and ponder WTF happened! Have fun!