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Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

Hawthorne Balthazar - Outcast Base

Well, well, well! This was a pleasant surprise, wasn’t it? So many familiar faces gathered around in such close proximity. Some Hawthorne knew in person, and some only through hearsay. There only seemed to be one fellow that he knew nothing about. Standing off to his right was the ol’ Fluffykins himself, Lieutenant Colonel Maxim. Hawthorne felt some form of relief that his absence from service was an entirely legal one, not so for dear old Cassius however. Ah, Cassius, the prodigal sniper whose life was supposedly cut short in the midst of an ambush that left his entire squad in ruins. On his very first mission too. Simply tragic. Speaking of running away… Yeah, there she was. Olympia Marston, always good when a quick fix or a bit of stress reduction was needed. He made eye contact with her from across the room and wiggled his brows a bit. It’s only been, what? A few years with zero contact?

“...gonna ask Hawthorne, Alexi & Nate to join me in the War room real quick. I'll leave the rest of yall with the Deputy.”

He eased his gaze away from Olympia, pushing off from the wall he was leaning against with mock gusto to follow the given command. He studied the two companions entering the war room with him. Nate, Hawthorne immediately recognized as a potential threat. Anyone who knew anything about the guy should be aware that he was involved in some sort of black ops gig during the war. Hawthorne isn’t anyone however, and he dug up a whole lot more than just that. Jackal Squad were spooky guys, man. Alexi, Hawthorne definitely saw as a threat under the right (or more accurately, wrong) circumstances. A psychopathic, bloodthirsty, cutthroat mercenary that extorted her own clients for money. She was also probably wild in the bedroom… but still, psychopath. Hawthorne had heard all about her from multiple sources, especially the little stunt she pulled upon her apparent capture. Now, however, she was back and badder than ever. Hawthorne hoped if he crossed her path often, it would be over coffee or something, and not at end of her mech’s sword.

“Okay....before we go any further, I need to know.....why did you decide to join the outcast guild?”

Oh boy, Hawthorne was all over this opportunity. “So,” He began, his voice slightly sing-songy, though with a sturdy base. “Are you practicing for some sort of play, ‘pardner’? Your accent’s gone. Or… is this a fake accent? And the one back there was the real one?” Hawthorne paused for a moment, before his face lit up. “It doesn’t really matter anyways, that’s the correct answer, isn’t it? But if it does matter,” Hawthorne began slowly, taking a step toward the Sheriff and speaking in a conspiratorial manner. “Tell me, alright? Anyways,” Here now he reclaimed his previous position and tone of voice. “Why did I decide to join the Guild…? Will a ‘why not’ suffice? Or do you need my entire life story followed by hearing about how long I’ve been looking forward to this opportunity? I’m here because I want to make money and maybe kill some mech pilots.”

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

@FallenTrinity Well, if you look at the Norther Frontier characters closely, you'll realize that of the three, one of them is a deserter probably wanted for war crimes, likely facing execution if caught, and one of them doesn't even have a wisp of loyalty for his home country.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

Is this RP going to have us players pitted against each other on a regular basis or no? I'd assume the latter, but the former is so concerning that I had to ask.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

I have it on good authority that another go-er of this site is gonna be posting up a character for review.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

@Dynamo Frokane Alright, thanks for answering.

By the way, anyone that wants some sort of backstory between my character and theirs can shoot me a PM so we can hammer out specifics.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

How many characters are we waiting for before starting up?

Event Horizon (Old Thread)

@FortunesFaded I'll be as eager to continue when it returns as I am now. Looking forward to Event Horizon's return, and best of luck in all future endeavors.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

Hawthorne Balthazar, First Class Firework Junkie and Staff Sergeant When He Feels The Need To Throw His Weight Around

Appearance

Name:
Hawthorne Balthazar

Age:
25

Origin:
The Northern Frontier

Height:
5’11’’

Weight:
164 lbs.

Backstory:
Hawthorne was only five years old when the Orio war began, and great bulks of the Frontier’s population began to march off to do battle with the Hylo Empire, personal motives varying but a larger guiding force apparent to all. Their people, the lifeblood of their homeland, had come under attack, and retribution was in order. Hawthorne’s mother, Corinna Balthazar, was one such soldier intent on clashing with the Therux and Hylo, while Hawthorne’s father, Orson Balthazar, ran Balthazar Constructions, a company that manufactured and supplied a large number of mechanized units to the government. It was reported that Balthazar mecha had the best performance rates in the army.

The son of this fierce warrior and shrewd businessman, Hawthorne inherited traits from both, as well as their bitter hatred towards the Hylo and Therux. When he turned fifteen, he joined the military himself as a mecha pilot. Having practiced in simulations in the years before, Hawthorne wasn’t going in truly green, but in real combat he was entirely untested.

Placed under his mother’s command, Hawthorne’s first real training session was to be frontline combat. Such was the state of the Frontier. He quickly distinguished himself as a skilled and level-headed, albeit impulsive pilot that seemed to have experience beyond his years.

So the years passed, and things continued as always. Soldiers killed and died, civilians bred and starved, and all Hawthorne had known was war. By this time, Hawthorne had been promoted to Sergeant, serving under his mother, the Staff Sergeant. The date was August 3rd, 2231, two days after Hawthorne’s birthday and the day that, as it seemed to Hawthorne, everything became unraveled. The Northern Frontier’s forces were preparing to fight a defensive battle against the Hylo-Therux alliance in the midst of an aggressive march that would mark the farthest north any significantly sized force would ever reach. The bloodbath that ensued left the snow below painted with blood and wreckage, with the Northern Frontier just barely standing victorious. There was nothing to celebrate, however. The losses were great, and among them was Corinna Balthazar.

In recognition of his skill and valor upon the battlefield, it was Hawthorne who was chosen to become the new Staff Sergeant.

The ceremony was a hollow one.

During the last year of the Orio war, Hawthorne slowly became more and more unhinged, growing reckless and displaying numerous signs of depression. Each passing day was grueling. While he enjoyed a good fight, Hawthorne wanted nothing more than for the war to end, and the men serving under him agreed wholeheartedly whenever his opinions were voiced.

At long last, the three nations called for some sort of ceasefire, each ravaged by the war and a shadow of what they once were. Hawthorne too, was no longer his old self. Gone was the disciplined and level-headed soldier that could be counted on to do anything for his country. From that boy rose a man with his own agenda, all previous loyalties and vendettas seemingly cast aside, wild and reeking of danger.

For a person like him, the Outcast Guild seemed the perfect place to seek employment, and for the last two years he’s been working with them, pursuing his own hedonistic goals and filling his pockets.

Tactical Preference & Skills:
Hawthorne likes to come at his enemy with full force, beating them down before they’re able to lift a finger. If that doesn’t work, or doesn’t seem likely to work at all, he’ll take up a defensive position while trying to assess how best to neutralize his foe(s).

Quote:
“I bet if we both stabbed each other at the same time you’d die first.”

The Leonidas

Appearance

Name/Title:
Spartan MKII+ Custom Unit, “Leonidas”

Body & Type:
Humanoid Bipedal

Equipment & Armaments:

Hand Slot 1:
The right hand can retract and give way to a powerful drill with serrated edges, capable of shredding flesh and metal alike.

Hand Slot 2:
On the left side, Hawthorne has equipped the mech with a heavy duty shield, circular and the same color as it’s wielder, capable of withstanding most attacks.

Sub Weapon Slot:
Built into the underside of the right arm is what’s essentially a larger sub-machine gun, good against unarmored and lightly defended opponents, and targeting weak points on mecha, but not much else.

Shoulder/Back Spot:
Just behind the left shoulder is a retractable panel that can open up to allow a medium powered laser turret to surface. The right shoulder panel can launch fireworks.

Gadget Slot:
If a hasty escape, or a tactical advantage is needed, two small grills on the front of the mech can release large quantities of incredibly dense smoke, poisonous or non-poisonous depending on the mood he's in.

Additionally, if worst comes to worst, the Leonidas' spiked knuckles can act as an effective last resort against opponents.

Stats Scale:

Light/Heavy Body:
The Leonidas’ primary strengths are its powerful melee attacks and sturdy armor, though it is not entirely outclassed against quicker opponents. (8)

Accuracy & Tracking/Firepower:
With the Leonidas’ heavy frame and melee based attack style, Hawthorne saw it prudent to give his mech another way to combat lighter units. (3)

Air Mobility/Thrusters:
The powerful propulsion systems integrated towards the rear of the mech give it a good balance of speed and mobility, with a slight edge towards faster movement. (6)

Solo/Skirmisher:
Hawthorne has experience both working alone and as a part of a larger organized force, though the Leonidas’ specs make it unideal for stealth or infiltration based operations. (5)

Flavour Text:
The Leonidas was a gift from Hawthorne’s father to celebrate his promotion to Sergeant. Already a custom build, the mech was customized even further by Hawthorne throughout his years piloting it.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

@Dynamo Frokane Age has been added, 25 is correct.

@Lmpkio It's quite possible that they knew of each other. The Balthazars were/are a somewhat high profile group in the Northern Frontier (with the exception of Hawthorne, who's mostly managed to get away from the spotlight).

If you intended for Alexandar to be an enlisted man, the rank of Sergeant First Class might be suitable, giving the number of years he's served and his capabilities (That's the next step from Staff Sergeant).

If you intended for him to be an officer, a Major or Lieutenant Colonel would be more likely, I'd wager. It takes about 20+ years of service to become a Colonel, typically.

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Either way, it's entirely possible that Hawthorne and his mother fought alongside or served under Alexandar, and he may have been the one to promote Hawthorne to Sergeant and Staff Sergeant, depending on if you choose to be an officer or not (This is war my military knowledge gets a bit fuzzy, but I'd say it's plausible). How Alexandar feels about the man Hawthorne is and was however, is all up to you.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

Hawthorne Balthazar, First Class Firework Junkie and Staff Sergeant When He Feels The Need To Throw His Weight Around

Appearance

Name:
Hawthorne Balthazar

Age:
25

Origin:
The Northern Frontier

Height:
5’11’’

Weight:
164 lbs.

Backstory:
Hawthorne was only five years old when the Orio war began, and great bulks of the Frontier’s population began to march off to do battle with the Hylo Empire, personal motives varying but a larger guiding force apparent to all. Their people, the lifeblood of their homeland, had come under attack, and retribution was in order. Hawthorne’s mother, Corinna Balthazar, was one such soldier intent on clashing with the Therux and Hylo, while Hawthorne’s father, Orson Balthazar, ran Balthazar Constructions, a company that manufactured and supplied a large number of mechanized units to the government. It was reported that Balthazar mecha had the best performance rates in the army.

The son of this fierce warrior and shrewd businessman, Hawthorne inherited traits from both, as well as their bitter hatred towards the Hylo and Therux. When he turned fifteen, he joined the military himself as a mecha pilot. Having practiced in simulations in the years before, Hawthorne wasn’t going in truly green, but in real combat he was entirely untested.

Placed under his mother’s command, Hawthorne’s first real training session was to be frontline combat. Such was the state of the Frontier. He quickly distinguished himself as a skilled and level-headed, albeit impulsive pilot that seemed to have experience beyond his years.

So the years passed, and things continued as always. Soldiers killed and died, civilians bred and starved, and all Hawthorne had known was war. By this time, Hawthorne had been promoted to Sergeant, serving under his mother, the Staff Sergeant. The date was August 3rd, 2231, two days after Hawthorne’s birthday and the day that, as it seemed to Hawthorne, everything became unraveled. The Northern Frontier’s forces were preparing to fight a defensive battle against the Hylo-Therux alliance in the midst of an aggressive march that would mark the farthest north any significantly sized force would ever reach. The bloodbath that ensued left the snow below painted with blood and wreckage, with the Northern Frontier just barely standing victorious. There was nothing to celebrate, however. The losses were great and among them was Corinna Balthazar.

In recognition of his skill and valor upon the battlefield, it was Hawthorne who was chosen to become the new Staff Sergeant.

The ceremony was a hollow one.

During the last year of the Orio war, Hawthorne slowly became more and more unhinged, growing reckless and displaying numerous signs of depression. Each passing day was grueling. While he enjoyed a good fight, Hawthorne wanted nothing more than for the war to end, and the men serving under him agreed wholeheartedly whenever his opinions were voiced.

At long last, the three nations called for some sort of ceasefire, each ravaged by the war and a shadow of what they once were. Hawthorne too, was no longer his old self. Gone was the disciplined and level-headed soldier that could be counted on to do anything for his country. From that boy rose a man with his own agenda, all previous loyalties and vendettas seemingly cast aside, wild and reeking of danger.

For a person like him, the Outcast Guild seemed the perfect place to seek employment, and for the last two years he’s been working with them, pursuing his own hedonistic goals and filling his pockets.

Tactical Preference & Skills:
Hawthorne likes to come at his enemy with full force, beating them down before they’re able to lift a finger. If that doesn’t work, or doesn’t seem likely to work at all, he’ll take up a defensive position while trying to assess how best to neutralize his foe(s).

Quote:
“I bet if we both stabbed each other at the same time you’d die first.”

The Leonidas

Appearance

Name/Title:
Spartan MKII+ Custom Unit, “Leonidas”

Body & Type:
Humanoid Bipedal

Equipment & Armaments:

Hand Slot 1:
The right hand can retract and give way to a powerful drill with serrated edges, capable of shredding flesh and metal alike.

Hand Slot 2:
On the left side, Hawthorne has equipped the mech with a heavy duty shield, circular and the same color as it’s wielder, capable of withstanding most attacks.

Sub Weapon Slot:
Built into the underside of the right arm is what’s essentially a larger sub-machine gun, good against unarmored and lightly defended opponents, and targeting weak points on mecha, but not much else.

Shoulder/Back Spot:
Just behind the left shoulder is a retractable panel that can open up to allow a medium powered laser turret to surface. The right shoulder panel can launch fireworks.

Gadget Slot:
If a hasty escape, or a tactical advantage is needed, two small grills on the front of the mech can release large quantities of incredibly dense smoke, poisonous or non-poisonous depending on the mood he's in.

Additionally, if worst comes to worst, the Leonidas' spiked knuckles can act as an effective last resort against opponents.

Stats Scale:

Light/Heavy Body:
The Leonidas’ primary strengths are its powerful melee attacks and sturdy armor, though it is not entirely outclassed against quicker opponents. (8)

Accuracy & Tracking/Firepower:
With the Leonidas’ heavy frame and melee based attack style, Hawthorne saw it prudent to give his mech another way to combat lighter units. (3)

Air Mobility/Thrusters:
The powerful propulsion systems integrated towards the rear of the mech give it a good balance of speed and mobility, with a slight edge towards faster movement. (6)

Solo/Skirmisher:
Hawthorne has experience both working alone and as a part of a larger organized force, though the Leonidas’ specs make it unideal for stealth or infiltration based operations. (5)

Flavour Text:
The Leonidas was a gift from Hawthorne’s father to celebrate his promotion to Sergeant. Already a custom build, the mech was customized even further by Hawthorne throughout his years piloting it.