Arkitekt

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

Thanks, I doubt I will make much reference to it IC so it isn't going to matter either way.. It was just more of a platoon or squad type name, self given to her small group. Like the "Thunderbolts" or similar.

Also, could you provide a link to the Vanguard sentinel emblem? I'd like to add it into my image.

The Lamplit Men - A Colonial American RP

@BingTheWing yes, that is what I meant to say. There is no CS so it'd be hard to pull off without the proper template. I'm in no rush. I have three or four other things going on at the moment so I am totally fine with not being rushed.

The Lamplit Men - A Colonial American RP

@BingTheWing Seems to be fairly accurate. I will try and post my CS submission by tonight, depending on how my day is.. I take care of two special needs kids in the home so it's 50/50 daily... but I will try and get them out by tonight.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Right.. I think the whole ordeal would be funny regardless. I'm sure that it probably wouldn't do much, unless she hit him in the neck as was stated... but I can totally see her poking him with it.. evil little sprite that she is.. hahah.

I am going to try and get another post in this morning and we should be about ready for the next scene to commence.. Probably one more post from everyone will do within the time frame that I have in mind. That should give everyone enough interaction to at least be somewhat acquainted with one another. I also have to implement the "Hound" which I will most likely do in this next post..

Also for anyone who hasn't changed their CS profile to add in the statuses portion I would like for them to do so. @The Angry Goat if you could pull the currency and ammo, and make a status option outside of your hider that'd be awesome.. and @Peaceless if you could add a status please. Everoyne's currency should be 0 as well. Also, it looks like you may be stuck with the notion that everyone has seen your shiv, which is not to say that you still can't give the fellow a good poke..

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

@Peaceless I can change my post easily enough. I just put that bit in for some filler anyway. I was trying to acknowledge your character and I did't want you to feel left out. I can change it though.

Also, you're probably not going to het much of a chance to use it.. at least not on Bark, unless he is somehow coaxed into getting close to you. This imprisonment is only going to be brief, not trying to spoil anything so I will stop there. You all just had to be apprehended for the main plot to kick in.

But I am cool with you stabbing Bark, it's you guy's rp so its your choice in the end... Just remember you guys are probably going to be around each other for a long while so keep that in mind... He's a big dude..

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

@Perpenheimer I can totally revise that if its necessary. She is in fact a sentinel, but the birds of prey are a close knit group of elites within them, but I can take it out if you like. Just thought it was a nifty little niche she fit into.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

@Peaceless It isn't exactly a wall.. It's just a set of iron bars between you. You can totally see everyone. The black lines are iron bars.

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

Here is my Character Sheet (revised):

Margaret Gunn

Name: Margaret Gunn

Species: Human

Age: 579

Sex: Female

Appearance: Black hair, Athletic.

Personality: Bravo, bon vivant, wild card

Allegiance: Vanguard / Sentinel

TRAINING:

Artillery and munitions handling
Hand to hand, CQC
Marksmanship skills training
Basic field medic training
Flight training
Espionage
Interrogation
Advanced tactics training
HUD module operations and systems management

HISTORY:

Margaret Gunn is was orphaned at an early age. She was born and raised in Ipsum, on Hyperion, and most of her childhood was spent in an orphanage. This orphanage had quite an extensive file on Margaret.. Her wards in this particular priory described her as "a hard case, with little hope of ever gaining any normality in life" and as "a loner". Her behavior during her early years was antisocial and stand offish, and was entirely pragmatic. Shortly after she became violent and malicious towards others, staff and ward alike. She caused great mental and emotional strain, as well as bodily harm to the other girls and several of her wards. It was apparent to them that she was a bad seed, and there was nothing that was going to change that. She became highly manipulative and intimidated everyone. Sister Agnes Mary was quoted as saying that "her very presence in the room could send shivers down your neck" and also that "it would be in your best interests to avoid making eye contact"

It wasn't long before the priory had made the decision that her behavior could not, and would not be tolerated any longer. Just shy of turning sixteen, the sisters turned her over to the military. A recruiter from the Vanguard named Sgt. D. C. Beckett came to the priory and her care was left in his hands. It wasn't long before she landed a position in a general infantry platoon, where she seemed to excel. It was even noted that she was a model grunt. She breezed through training and she gained rank in great stride. Her behavior on base was not exactly of merit, and she was cited numerous infractions. These infractions were looked over by her performance in the field. She had been in the military for 14 years before her induction into the 101st and was dubbed a "lifer" from that point on. Soldiers like Maggie weren't cut out for retirement. Shortly after she joined the 101st she went on to more pertinent training such as advanced tactics training, as well as interrogation training and the art of espionage, which later became her field of expertise.

Her individuality however was hardly embraced by the ranks of the infantry, and she had grown out of her place there. She excelled in every aspect since her enlistment. She lives for the mission, and her brothers on the field. As her training continued she began to flourish into a regular war machine. She was soon assigned to an elite group, known in the Vanguard as "The Birds of Prey", who specialized in missions that were clandestine nature, assassinations, extractions, and various other dicey mission objectives. She was soon named "The Raven" by her colleagues, due to her macabre nature on the battlefield. She is an exceptional soldier, elite in all aspects, though her methods are sometimes questionable and have been described on several occasions as being extreme.

She has also been known to suffer from a condition known to soldiers as being blood drunk. It is commonly described as a state of rage where she fades in and out of consciousness and mutters to herself incoherently during battle. She also believes in the mythological Valkyrie, and to see her in action, one might wonder whether or not she is right. Some say she is a clairvoyant, and can see moments into the near future, but that is only speculation which she thoroughly denies. Aside from her "issues", she is a top notch soldier, and elite in all aspects of combat. She works best alone, or in small units or squads, and isn't known to be incapable of completing any task given. She is perhaps most affective in the field of interrogation as well as espionage. Again, her methods are not exactly common, but are highly effective.

Cybernetics:

Retinal HUD module capable of infrared display, NV display, X-ray display, Vital sign display, and a 1.5X zoom option with the capability to record. Precursor to the Neuranet system. A hardware that was a stepping stone for the Neuranet system, implanted directly in the cerebral cortex. A much older, and outdated system compared to the Neuranet, but adequately compatible.

•"Whisper" telecomm module, located next to vocal chords, inner ear receivers, low decibel recognition communications, heartbeat/pulse detection, and record capabilities.

•Data jack behind left ear.

•"Reflexx" systems enhanced tension tendon replacements to forearms, calves, and ankles, affording a 15% boost to speed and agility, as well as a 20% boost to normal reflex times. These poly-carbon replacements are both extremely durable and flexible, and all "Reflexx" replacements are adjustable by a hex key bolt located at the elbows, wrists, hips, knees, and ankles.

Note: "Whisper" module and retinal HUD are linked together. Heartbeat/pulse detection shows location on HUD, X-ray display mode shows all vital organs, bones, as well as inorganic materials on all targets within scan range.

PERSONAL GEAR

Armor: Minimal Pa-1 Scout armor

•Primary- ACS Specops carbine, or SN-1L machine pistol, depending on mission type.

•Secondary- Dual MKII Bullhammer pistols with enhanced recoil suppression

•Barrier Stave

•Electron grenades

•5 inch fixed blade carbon tactical knife, undetectable by metal detectors, scanners.

Med Kit / Tool Kit:

•Biogel

•Adrenal pens

•Chloroform

•Truth serum, unknown in chemical makeup

•Hex key for "Reflexx" systems enhanced tendon replacement adjustment

•Multi-tool for use with ACS SpecOps carbine, SN-1L machine pistol, and MKII Bullhammer pistols

PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION

Emotionally Detached, Margaret has been found as being cold and unpredictable. She shows signs of delusion, and also suffers from Manic Bipolar disorder with extreme mood differentiation. She is highly manipulative, and is considered to be very intelligent, thus making her a threat to others. She has no concept of remorse for her actions, nor shows any signs of sympathy.

Margaret Gunn, a.k.a. The Raven

Name: Margaret Gunn

Species: Human

Age: 29

Sex: Female

Appearance: Black hair, Athletic.

Personality: Bravo, bon vivant, wild card

Allegiance: Vanguard / Sentinel

TRAINING:

Artillery and munitions handling
Hand to hand, CQC
Marksmanship skills training
Basic field medic training
Flight training
Espionage
Interrogation
Advanced tactics training
HUD module operations and systems management

HISTORY:

Margaret Gunn is was orphaned at an early age. She was born and raised in Ipsum, on Hyperion, and most of her childhood was spent in an orphanage. This orphanage had quite an extensive file on Margaret.. Her wards in this particular priory described her as "a hard case, with little hope of ever gaining any normality in life" and as "a loner". Her behavior during her early years was antisocial and stand offish, and was entirely pragmatic. Shortly after she became violent and malicious towards others, staff and ward alike. She caused great mental and emotional strain, as well as bodily harm to the other girls and several of her wards. It was apparent to them that she was a bad seed, and there was nothing that was going to change that. She became highly manipulative and intimidated everyone. Sister Agnes Mary was quoted as saying that "her very presence in the room could send shivers down your neck" and also that "it would be in your best interests to avoid making eye contact"

It wasn't long before the priory had made the decision that her behavior could not, and would not be tolerated any longer. Just shy of turning sixteen, the sisters turned her over to the military. A recruiter from the Vanguard named Sgt. D. C. Beckett came to the priory and her care was left in his hands. It wasn't long before she landed a position in a general infantry platoon, where she seemed to excel. It was even noted that she was a model grunt. She breezed through training and she gained rank in great stride. Her behavior on base was not exactly of merit, and she was cited numerous infractions. These infractions were looked over by her performance in the field. She had been in the military for 14 years before her induction into the 101st and was dubbed a "lifer" from that point on. Soldiers like Maggie weren't cut out for retirement. Shortly after she joined the 101st she went on to more pertinent training such as advanced tactics training, as well as interrogation training and the art of espionage, which later became her field of expertise.

Her individuality however was hardly embraced by the ranks of the infantry, and she had grown out of her place there. She excelled in every aspect since her enlistment. She lives for the mission, and her brothers on the field. As her training continued she began to flourish into a regular war machine. She was soon assigned to an elite group, known in the Vanguard as "The Birds of Prey", who specialized in missions that were clandestine nature, assassinations, extractions, and various other dicey mission objectives. She was soon named "The Raven" by her colleagues, due to her macabre nature on the battlefield. She is an exceptional soldier, elite in all aspects, though her methods are sometimes questionable and have been described on several occasions as being extreme.

She has also been known to suffer from a condition known to soldiers as being blood drunk. It is commonly described as a state of rage where she fades in and out of consciousness and mutters to herself incoherently during battle. She also believes in the mythological Valkyrie, and to see her in action, one might wonder whether or not she is right. Some say she is a clairvoyant, and can see moments into the near future, but that is only speculation which she thoroughly denies. Aside from her "issues", she is a top notch soldier, and elite in all aspects of combat. She works best alone, or in small units or squads, and isn't known to be incapable of completing any task given. She is perhaps most affective in the field of interrogation as well as espionage. Again, her methods are not exactly common, but are highly effective.

Cybernetics:

Retinal HUD module capable of infrared display, NV display, X-ray display, Vital sign display, and a 1.5X zoom option with the capability to record.

•"Whisper" telecomm module, located next to vocal chords, inner ear receivers, low decibel recognition communications, heartbeat/pulse detection, and record capabilities.

•Data jack behind left ear.

•"Reflexx" systems enhanced tension tendon replacements to forearms, calves, and ankles, affording a 15% boost to speed and agility, as well as a 20% boost to normal reflex times. These poly-carbon replacements are both extremely durable and flexible, and all "Reflexx" replacements are adjustable by a hex key bolt located at the elbows, wrists, hips, knees, and ankles.

Note: "Whisper" module and retinal HUD are linked together. Heartbeat/pulse detection shows location on HUD, X-ray display mode shows all vital organs, bones, as well as inorganic materials on all targets within scan range.

PERSONAL GEAR

Armor: Minimal Pa-1 Scout armor

•Primary- ACS Specops carbine, or SN-1L machine pistol, depending on mission type.

•Secondary- Dual MKII Bullhammer pistols with enhanced recoil suppression

•Barrier Stave

•Electron grenades

•5 inch fixed blade carbon tactical knife, undetectable by metal detectors, scanners.

Med Kit / Tool Kit:

•Biogel

•Adrenal pens

•Chloroform

•Truth serum, unknown in chemical makeup

•Hex key for "Reflexx" systems enhanced tendon replacement adjustment

•Multi-tool for use with ACS SpecOps carbine, SN-1L machine pistol, and MKII Bullhammer pistols

PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION

Emotionally Detached, Margaret has been found as being cold and unpredictable. She shows signs of delusion, and also suffers from Manic Bipolar disorder with extreme mood differentiation. She is highly manipulative, and is considered to be very intelligent, thus making her a threat to others. She has no concept of remorse for her actions, nor shows any signs of sympathy.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Guillan- Royal Complex Dungeons, Early Morning

She could hardly believe what had just happened. She had not known Gail to possess magic. Sure, she knew he dabbled in healing salves and ointments, potions and the like, but she thought it was little more than a hobby. Never would she have guessed him to be capable of such a remarkable feat. Not that she would have in the first place. I mean he was only a dealer to her.. at least that what she told herself in her head. However, as far as friends go, he was about the closest thing she had to one here in Guillan, or anywhere for that matter. The only other person she knew better was the wretched old sow of the tented pub she had grown so accustomed to, and she was hardly a friend. She pulled a hand up to feel the wound in disbelief. Her fingers brushed over the scab which flaked when she did, jarring most of it loose. The pain had all but subdued as well. Remarkable, she thought to herself.

"How in the Nines di-" she started speaking but cut herself short at the sight of a now peakish looking Gail, who now took refuge on the floor.

Y'Vanna knew very little about magic, but she had heard that such feats were very taxing on the wielder. She plopped herself down beside of him, pulling his clothes from a puddle that he seemingly cared little about as he neglected to acknowledge its place underneath him. She did her best to drag him free from it, though the entire flooring and even the walls were damp and glistening. Still yet, the dungeon had it's ups. It was far cooler than the streets above, but the air was stale and hardly worth breathing. She tilted her head up, catching a glimpse of a peculiar fellow next to them.. an odd one indeed. He was pacing about and clapping, making diagrams or something on the dungeon floor.. The whole thing reminded her of a tropical bird, dancing to entice it's partner. She had seen this many times in Avondyllac, and it made her chuckle slightly.
She did her best not to stare at him, even though the whole thing was quite entertaining. She would've all but forgotten she was behind the irons had she watched him any longer. Her attention then shifted to the bloke across from her, and the small one next to him. The two made quite the pair, and the contrast between their sizes was almost laughable. The rather large fellow looked very unapproachable, and would surely be able to crush a lesser man's skull with some ease. She could only speculate what he had done to be here, in this predicament that they all now shared. It mattered little what he did.. they were all in the same boat regardless. The smaller one was an odd one too, giving a friendly wave in such an odd circumstance, she thought. Catching droplets on her forehead, and tinkering with some sort of shank, at least that's what it looked like in the dimly lit corridor.
Her thoughts shifted back to a happier time, before the pub, before Guillan.. before the dust, and before her father's death. She could almost feel the cool breeze coming off the shoreline back home, and if she tried really hard, she could hear his voice.. "Father.." she whispered softly.



Her dreaming was cut short as two guards approached from down the stairwell. A waft of a food smell permeated the air, and it wasn't the pleasant kind either. It had been days since she had eaten anything proper, save for the small morcel of the sweetloaf she had gotten for Gail.. The poor fellow hadn't even had the chance to eat a single bite of it either, she recalled. The two guards were carrying on about something, but it was unclear what, the clanking of the ladle and bucket, chainmail rustling, and an awful echo reverberated over every word, making most of it inaudible. The pair rounded the corner and were now in her line of sight, a surly and rugged pair they were. Greasy looking, and definitely ill kempt. These guards were not of the same caliber as those who roamed the streets and markets above. This was indeed certain.

"Alright you dogs, lap it up then.." said the one with the bucket. "Seems the King has special plans for you lot.. eat up. Don't want you to be perish'n before he has his moment with yous."

The other guard was right on his heels with an armful of shallow bowls, nestled tightly between his arm and his armpit. The sight was almost enough to make Y'Vanna gag. They were a grotesque pair, and she had a hard time determining whether the stench was coming from them or the bucket. Either way, she was nauseous, so she guessed that it made little difference at this point. The guard held out a bowl and the other tossed a dollop of porridge into it, making a fwapp sound. It was an oatmeal looking substance, steaming and thick, it seemed as though it didn't want to let go of the ladle either. The guards both laughed as they tossed the bowls under the bars to each of them. The bowls made quite a racket as they slid across the cold stones.

It was definitely the porridge..