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NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

He had introduced himself as Isaac LaBelle, and then asked Alexei if he was from France. Alexei chuckled.
"Fortunately not, my family emigrated to Australia long ago, since before the Great War. Lucky for them too, we're not sure if we would have had the same fortune resisting Paragon there as we have with Red Star here." Alexei answered.
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Alexei smiled happily when he heard Chelsea affirm his assumption. As Alexei took a seat at the table with her, plonking his helmet down finally, Chelsea thanked him for his aid during the battle, and how hectic it had gotten.
"I agree, it certainly was chaotic. But I am quite pleased you remember me, and more importantly that you've taken care of yourself since then. If that battle told me anything, your NC will be a very welcome support in this next fight." He replied, complimenting her role. Chelsea in turn complimented Vectis, and Alexei's skill piloting it.

As they conversed, the token drunk from earlier had entered, and made an executive decision to make a group table that started at the table he and Chelsea sat at. Regarding the noise of furniture being moved, Alexei shrugged at Chelsea's compliment, but with a humble smile. "I would be foolish not to credit my reputation at least in some part to my father. He made very well sure I was ready to fight at least as well as he did when he piloted Vectis before me."

Alexei quickly thought about Vectis for a moment, and then his earlier concern-- To avoid thinking of his father at a time like this. "Which reminds me, Miss Steiner, do you happen to know if any of our comrades here specialised in long-range engagement? A sniper, perhaps?" He asked. At this moment, one of the waiters brought over Alexei's order, to which he gave pleasant thanks. He gave it a sip as he listened to Miss Steiner, then took pause after her answer to try the mocha again. He was... Pleasantly surprised. The taste of real honey was absolutely welcome. On the other hand, the accompanying memories were... Mixed. A place of peace, of persistence, like the aviary on Wattle Road. But also, a place of loss, of struggle, like the day his father disappeared. A place Alexei in some part wanted to leave behind.

Of course, Joey knew no better when he mentioned the honey being sourced from Alexei's hometown. Alexei smiled out of habit when Joey guessed correctly that it brought back memories. Fortunately, Joey subsequently lobbied for a party called Remember Australia in the upcoming election. Alexei just nodded politely.
"I'll be sure to consider it, many thanks." Alexei replied. He then continued sipping his mocha as he chatted with Chelsea, every now and again paying attention to one of the rag-tag band of misfits that had been assembled here.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

When the briefing adjourned, Alexei was probably one of the first to leave. Still holding his helmet under his arm, he stopped near the door and waited for one of the pilots who raised issue against going to the bar. He was interested in socialising with a kinsman, if anything; sure Alexei's family had lost reason to speak their lost language over time since they first emigrated to the country-- Spare small phrases for fun and others mantras of honour. But they kept their accent, albeit faint, and Alexei could detect it in the voice of the pilot who commented on intoxication doing little beneficial for combat ability. At least, Alexei wanted to believe he detected an accent.

When he saw the pilot come along, he walked alongside him with a light smile.
"Parlez vous Francais?" He began, with an ironic fluent confidence. "Forgive me if I'm mistaken; I thought I heard a hint of a familiar accent in your voice. I am Alexei d'Vexille, of the Southshell Alliance." He introduced himself politely. He hoped he wasn't being too presumptuous, but on the other hand, this acquaintance wasn't be all or end all. Alexei's time fighting alongside the Havenites over the last few years have given him the impression of a ragtag band of all sorts, so there was bound to be someone he could joke with over at the coffeehouse, if not the maybe-kinsman.

When they arrived at the coffeehouse, the barista greeted them and pleasantly introduced himself as Joey Glory. One of the first of his customers out of Alexei's comrades was a young lady who introduced herself as Chelsea Steiner. Sure enough, Alexei definitely recognised her from the briefing as the girl who first expressed her vote for the coffeehouse, but he also recalled her from elsewhere. He ventured forward with his maybe-kinsman if he decided to follow, and approached Chelsea.

"Might I could ask you something, Ms. Steiner?" He began. "Ah, pardon my rudeness, my name is Alexei d'Vexille. I was wondering if you were a mechanic pilot during the Battle of the Blue Mountains, a little while ago?" He wondered. I just thought I recognised you, but then again, I fought alongside a lot of the Havenites from Sydney." He added, hoping his intuition was providing generously another opportunity to socialise with his comrades.

He turned to the barista when he was free for a moment. "May I please have a coffee as well, a medium mocha with honey please?" Alexei didn't know what to expect at this point. 'Honey', these days, was mostly artificially synthesized, unless you were one of the fortunate Independant city-states to have one of the new strains of surviving bees. Most conventional bees perished without an abundance of greenery, and even back before 2077, Alexei remembered learning that bees were at risk of going extinct because of humanity's carelessness. Alexei's hometown was lucky enough to have a resident beekeeping family; going strong since 2007, in fact. A whole five centuries and seven decades of tradition, older than Alexei's family of 'defenders of virtue'.

In any case, he didn't necessarily expect Joey to have the 'premium' stuff.

One of their other comrades was a lot more open than Alexei, apologizing openly and introducing herself to everyone as Encarnación Mariano. The accent highlighted her heritage, if not for her looks and uniform. Alexei only recognised her as a leader of the Spanish Battalion that fled Paragon-led Europe. However, he did not have anything to strike a conversation with her, so he just stayed around Ms Steiner for the moment.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

Alexei d' Vexille

Alexei had just finished having a shower when the intercom blared, summoning all NC pilots to Ops. He dried his hair with the towel thoroughly, ruffling his tousled locks. He then looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, towel slung over his shoulders. He pulled a cheesy grin, and then slipped on his jockstrap. He then grabbed his pilot suit, the same one his father wore, and d'Vexilles before him. Family heirloom, if anything, just like Vectis. The thought of both wearing and piloting tradition centuries older than he was sometimes crossed Alexei's mind when he slipped into the yellow trimmed black and red suit.

He zipped up and then picked up his helmet, catching himself in the mirror again. No cheesy grin this time. The memory of his father was like a cloud that hung over Alexei when he put on the suit. He sighed, but knew even if the other pilots weren't suited up yet, it didn't do for a son of d'Vexille to be unprepared. He slipped a pellet of gum in his mouth and then walked out, leaving his room and headed down the corridors to get to Ops. When he arrived, he was one of the last pilots filing inside. He didn't greet anyone unless spoken too, and just hung on the outskirts of the briefing, leaning against the wall and listening to General Commander Narra. As he paid attention, he noted his comrades around the room and assessed their reactions-- Nothing seriously analytical, just to get an idea of their personalities.

When Narra described the primary asset of Red Star; Osamu Akiyama, Alexei's brow furrowed. He didn't at all like the thought of control over Vectis being wrested from him. That alone just made the strategy-- if it can be called that, of pre-emptively assaulting the enemy and closing the distance swiftly seem less insane. At least then, if Vectis is taken over, he would be at too far a distance to injure comrades. Sure, Vectis had combat sniping capability, but that was for on the move medium distances. And there surely was an NC that actually specialised in long range engagement. He just hoped they won't kill him.

Then again; would dying really be worse than being a Red Star captive?

Alexei then pursed his lips when Narra described the Chainbringer Team. More so when he ordered everyone to try and capture them. Well, he only said 'if they can be captured'. Anyone will understand if we kill them so we don't get killed. That's just war, baby. Alexei thought, blowing a bubble and popping it back into his mouth. He folded his arms and then thought it over. But I guess, if we have to use disabling force on each other in the event of a takeover, it would be some practice... What a fucked up situation.

Then amidst all that, Alexei couldn't believe what he was hearing. Time to relax and hang out? He shrugged internally, whilst watching everyone's reactions and hearing what they said. Most of them opted for the coffeehouse, one of them who introduced himself as Caz-- 'the resident drunk' more like, opted for the bar. Thankfully, nobody opted for the bathhouse. It didn't really make sense anyways. Imagine if Red Star took down the shields early and caught them with their pants down-- Literally. Alexei smirked at the thought, however silly and awkward that outcome would be. After all, humour was hard enough to come by without making it yourself.

Alexei didn't really care to vocalise his opinion, since everyone else had made up their minds. The coffeehouse was the popular choice, and he'd just be stacking on top of that. Pointless. However, as hard as it was to believe they had this ample amount of time to prepare by socialising, Alexei was sort of grateful. He actively focused on getting something decent to eat and drink while finding someone to watch his back while he possibly charges headfirst into danger. This distraction what he needed to avoid thinking about what a waste of time the situation was-- That's not what he thought. It's what my father would have thought. He said to himself with a tang of annoyance.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

Alexei d'Vexille

Name: Alexei d'Vexille

Appearance:


Age: 23 Years Old

Personality:
Although the world is, in harsher terms, a shithole, Alexei decides to look past the bad to find the good. In some ways, he does so to spite his jaded father, and in others he does it to shy away from his fear of becoming like his father. He inherited his good outlook on life from his mother, whose time spent with his younger brothers is a cherished memory that gives Alexei hope for the future.
On the surface, Alexei is confident, but at times foolhardy. His prowess on the battlefield is only matched by an underlying anxiety of not being good enough. Over time, Alexei has learned to mask his anxiety with jokes in the face of death, and asserting an aura of control to inspire comrades fighting alongside him.

Backstory:
Born 2554 to parents Velac and Arielle d'Vexille, Alexei and his two younger twin brothers, Elias and Andreas, lived in a rebuilt affluent house in Shellharbour, just two hours south of Sydney. Shellharbour, along with larger Wollongong and smaller Kiama was outside the blast radius that took Sydney, the cities united under the Independent banner of the Southshell Alliance.
Over the centuries of managing to survive in the aftermath of 2077, the Southshell Alliance scavenged cores from the wasteland and with them, manufactured their own mechas at the Steel Works in Port Kembla. With only limited influence on the coastal hinterlands, they could only scavenge enough cores to share three to each city in the Alliance.

The d'Vexilles were one of the chosen families to serve as guardians of their city of Shellharbour. Over the centuries they protected their city and the others of the alliance with Vectis d'Vexille, the Wolf of the Cove. This earned them the respect of the people who lived amongst them, and the d'Vexilles were regarded as nobility, if such a thing still existed.
When the Megacorporations began to stir from the ashes of the Old World, the Southshell Alliance enacted measures to ensure their cities were left alone. With agents and an amount of misdirection and subterfuge, the Alliance persisted outside the dominion of Red Star, watching; waiting.
Then when Haven rose up against Red Star, the Southshell cities rose up alongside them, liberating the inner hinterlands of what used to be New South Wales. Velac d'Vexille was a decorated veteran of this battle for freedom, with Vectis changing the course of many battles along the coast and in the hinterlands.

By the time Alexei was 7, he was experiencing a world that was fair and free, without the threat of the megacorporation descending upon them and enslaving them. By the time he was a teenager, Red Star had been pushed out of Australia, and his father was on his homecoming as a war hero.
As the eldest of three sons, Alexei had a lot of expectation put on him by his father. His father was stoic, unwavering but haunted by war with Red Star. The path of liberation had been confronting, as he had to venture beyond Shellharbour which had always experienced peace. Anywhere else were not so fortunate, and suffered for it.

Alexei was put through rigorous training and conditioning in his teenage years, so that he could be an NC pilot like his father. Pain, overcoming adversity, fighting against hopelessness-- Alexei felt like he knew nothing else when he was around his father. And he almost hated him for it.
His brothers were put through the same, although at lesser intervals. Alexei did his best to dissuade his father from exerting his younger siblings by taking the burden all on his own. Alexei trained harder and better, to prove to his father he was capable of everything that was expected of him.

On the dawn of Alexei's 21st birthday, his father went down to the cove, and didn't come back. Nobody knows what happened to him, as it was too early for anyone to notice, and nobody visit the water's edge for fear of any lingering radiation carried by the ocean currents.
He left behind his core for Vectis, to Alexei. From the day onward, he became the guardian d'Vexille. Upon his mother's advice, Alexei enlisted to support the Havenite military as a freelance pilot representing the Southshell Alliance, along with a few others of the Southshell cities.

Tactical Preferences and Skills:
From both the hellish 7 years of training with his father, and the 2 years in the actual hell of combat, Alexei has learned to live without fear. This paired together with his happy-go-lucky attitude, Alexei takes on the enemy with a zeal that can even instil fear in his opponents. He favours maximising manoeuvrability and creating his own options that his enemies won't expect. As such, his creativity with his NC's thrusters and hybrid capability is what makes the Wolf of the Cove an NC to be wary of.

Notes:
"Alexei d'Vexille, a pleasure to meet you."
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Vectis d'Vexille

Code-name: Vectis d'Vexille

Appearance:


Body Type: Bipedal-Quadrupedal Hybrid

Type of NC: Light Assault

Equipment & Armaments:
'Impetus' High-energy Combat Rifle
A medium-sized combat rifle, holstered to Vectis' right side and mounted on its right shoulder in quadrupedal form. Its primary fire charges powerful plasma projectiles with hit-scan characteristics intended for combat sniping. Impetus' secondary fire splits the projectiles into short 'bursts', which diffuses the projectile and fires the resulting burst of projectiles with half the momentum of its primary fire, but the instability of the projectiles creates explosive impacts, intent as suppressing fire.

'Aegis' Plasma-resistant Shield
A specially coated metal shield, it is resistant to both ballistic and plasma weaponry. Given the material used to make it, the shield is designed to be as light as possible, without compromising on protection and the capability of being used to bash into an enemy with any amount of force. When in quadrupedal form, Vectis stores the shield on the underside to protect itself from below.

Head-Mounted Point Defence Guns
Small ballistic point defence guns mounted on both Vectis' bipedal and quadrupedal forms, these countermeasures are not advanced but are enough given the pilot's own capability of avoiding as many missiles as possible. The PD guns can handle any other stray missiles that are incoming.

Wing-Mounted Plasma Blades
When in bipedal form, Vectis can draw one or both of its blades mounted on its wings. The blades generate a plasma edge focused to heat up and cut through armour as quickly as possible. In quadrupedal form, the Vectis can use its 'wings' as plasma blades, dashing through enemies with 'slice and dice' manoeuvres.

Wing-Mounted Assault Guns
Unlike its blades, Vectis can't hand wield the guns mounted in both wings. However, it can also use them in both bipedal and quadrupedal forms as auxillary firepower.

Enhanced Thrusters
To compensate for the versatility of Vectis' arsenal, its thrusters have been enhanced to provide as much mobility as it would have unweighed by gear.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

Here is my application, I hope it's alright!
Let me know if anything needs to be amended.

Alexei d'Vexille

Name: Alexei d'Vexille

Appearance:


Age: 23 Years Old

Personality:
Although the world is, in harsher terms, a shithole, Alexei decides to look past the bad to find the good. In some ways, he does so to spite his jaded father, and in others he does it to shy away from his fear of becoming like his father. He inherited his good outlook on life from his mother, whose time spent with his younger brothers is a cherished memory that gives Alexei hope for the future.
On the surface, Alexei is confident, but at times foolhardy. His prowess on the battlefield is only matched by an underlying anxiety of not being good enough. Over time, Alexei has learned to mask his anxiety with jokes in the face of death, and asserting an aura of control to inspire comrades fighting alongside him.

Backstory:
Born 2554 to parents Velac and Arielle d'Vexille, Alexei and his two younger twin brothers, Elias and Andreas, lived in a rebuilt affluent house in Shellharbour, just two hours south of Sydney. Shellharbour, along with larger Wollongong and smaller Kiama was outside the blast radius that took Sydney, the cities united under the Independent banner of the Southshell Alliance.
Over the centuries of managing to survive in the aftermath of 2077, the Southshell Alliance scavenged cores from the wasteland and with them, manufactured their own mechas at the Steel Works in Port Kembla. With only limited influence on the coastal hinterlands, they could only scavenge enough cores to share three to each city in the Alliance.

The d'Vexilles were one of the chosen families to serve as guardians of their city of Shellharbour. Over the centuries they protected their city and the others of the alliance with Vectis d'Vexille, the Wolf of the Cove. This earned them the respect of the people who lived amongst them, and the d'Vexilles were regarded as nobility, if such a thing still existed.
When the Megacorporations began to stir from the ashes of the Old World, the Southshell Alliance enacted measures to ensure their cities were left alone. With agents and an amount of misdirection and subterfuge, the Alliance persisted outside the dominion of Red Star, watching; waiting.
Then when Haven rose up against Red Star, the Southshell cities rose up alongside them, liberating the inner hinterlands of what used to be New South Wales. Velac d'Vexille was a decorated veteran of this battle for freedom, with Vectis changing the course of many battles along the coast and in the hinterlands.

By the time Alexei was 7, he was experiencing a world that was fair and free, without the threat of the megacorporation descending upon them and enslaving them. By the time he was a teenager, Red Star had been pushed out of Australia, and his father was on his homecoming as a war hero.
As the eldest of three sons, Alexei had a lot of expectation put on him by his father. His father was stoic, unwavering but haunted by war with Red Star. The path of liberation had been confronting, as he had to venture beyond Shellharbour which had always experienced peace. Anywhere else were not so fortunate, and suffered for it.

Alexei was put through rigorous training and conditioning in his teenage years, so that he could be an NC pilot like his father. Pain, overcoming adversity, fighting against hopelessness-- Alexei felt like he knew nothing else when he was around his father. And he almost hated him for it.
His brothers were put through the same, although at lesser intervals. Alexei did his best to dissuade his father from exerting his younger siblings by taking the burden all on his own. Alexei trained harder and better, to prove to his father he was capable of everything that was expected of him.

On the dawn of Alexei's 21st birthday, his father went down to the cove, and didn't come back. Nobody knows what happened to him, as it was too early for anyone to notice, and nobody visit the water's edge for fear of any lingering radiation carried by the ocean currents.
He left behind his core for Vectis, to Alexei. From the day onward, he became the guardian d'Vexille. Upon his mother's advice, Alexei enlisted to support the Havenite military as a freelance pilot representing the Southshell Alliance, along with a few others of the Southshell cities.

Tactical Preferences and Skills:
From both the hellish 7 years of training with his father, and the 2 years in the actual hell of combat, Alexei has learned to live without fear. This paired together with his happy-go-lucky attitude, Alexei takes on the enemy with a zeal that can even instil fear in his opponents. He favours maximising manoeuvrability and creating his own options that his enemies won't expect. As such, his creativity with his NC's thrusters and hybrid capability is what makes the Wolf of the Cove an NC to be wary of.

Notes:
"Alexei d'Vexille, a pleasure to meet you."
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Vectis d'Vexille

Code-name: Vectis d'Vexille

Appearance:


Body Type: Bipedal-Quadrupedal Hybrid

Type of NC: Light Assault

Equipment & Armaments:
'Impetus' High-energy Combat Rifle
A medium-sized combat rifle, holstered to Vectis' right side and mounted on its right shoulder in quadrupedal form. Its primary fire charges powerful plasma projectiles with hit-scan characteristics intended for combat sniping. Impetus' secondary fire splits the projectiles into short 'bursts', which diffuses the projectile and fires the resulting burst of projectiles with half the momentum of its primary fire, but the instability of the projectiles creates explosive impacts, intent as suppressing fire.

'Aegis' Plasma-resistant Shield
A specially coated metal shield, it is resistant to both ballistic and plasma weaponry. Given the material used to make it, the shield is designed to be as light as possible, without compromising on protection and the capability of being used to bash into an enemy with any amount of force. When in quadrupedal form, Vectis stores the shield on the underside to protect itself from below.

Head-Mounted Point Defence Guns
Small ballistic point defence guns mounted on both Vectis' bipedal and quadrupedal forms, these countermeasures are not advanced but are enough given the pilot's own capability of avoiding as many missiles as possible. The PD guns can handle any other stray missiles that are incoming.

Wing-Mounted Plasma Blades
When in bipedal form, Vectis can draw one or both of its blades mounted on its wings. The blades generate a plasma edge focused to heat up and cut through armour as quickly as possible. In quadrupedal form, the Vectis can use its 'wings' as plasma blades, dashing through enemies with 'slice and dice' manoeuvres.

Wing-Mounted Assault Guns
Unlike its blades, Vectis can't hand wield the guns mounted in both wings. However, it can also use them in both bipedal and quadrupedal forms as auxillary firepower.

Enhanced Thrusters
To compensate for the versatility of Vectis' arsenal, its thrusters have been enhanced to provide as much mobility as it would have unweighed by gear.

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

Rubylust [Estylwen x Wrensthav]

@Estylwen Fantastic, I'm looking forward to it. :)

Rubylust [Estylwen x Wrensthav]

@Estylwen, I've since updated Races, so "Bretons" can now be simply categorised as either Ravenfellans or Wesirinfellans (French or English/Scottish/Irish respectably). Please do contact me at any closest convenience about discussing anything to do with this.

Tales of Eyreseum - For the Emperor

Aruk and Crystal wandered for a while through the forest, unsure of where their things went.
"I bet those Elves took our stuff!" Crystal accused fiercely. Aruk sighed as he rounded a hollowed oak stump, and revealed the spot where their supplies were nestled in secret. He glanced at Crystal, who glanced back at him blankly. She then pouted. "They hid them there! Elven scum!" She went on. Aruk chuckled and pet Crystal on the head lightly.
"You never cease to amuse me, little one." Aruk noted, before picking up their supplies.

Crystal just kept pouting.
"I'm just-- What do you mortals call it these days? Jumping on the bandwagon?" Crystal turned a phrase. Aruk raised a scaley eyebrow as he began to set off towards the fort once more.
"I suppose that is what we are doing now." Aruk agreed as they travelled the forest towards the fort. "The bandwagon is never without room for anyone who does not like Elves." He remarked as he looked towards the banners of the Empire. Crystal nodded and sat back on Aruk's shoulder as he made their way to the fort.

Tales of Eyreseum - For the Emperor

Aruk and Crystal simply watched as the naked satyr dispatched his foe with ease.

Once it was all over, the satyr did not even turn to acknowledge their presence, and right fully so.

Aruk sighed and turned the other way. Crystal looked at him incredulously.
"How rude! Turn away from us--!" She started to complain. Aruk shook his head.
"Crystal." He said sternly. He needn't say anything else.

Breaking away from the standard convention of calling her "Little one" was enough. Crystal hurumphed childishly and hid back inside the pauldron of solitude. Aruk was no happier than her, but only because he knew he didn't even deserve to give his thanks to the warrior for the salvation. Aruk instead turned his thoughts to finding their baggage, and without Crystal's help. The little lady had the grudge of a crow.