Crusader Lord

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Mina Kreiger (Alloy)

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"...Roger that, Headhunter, Chatterbox," Alloy said quietly over the comms whre only the Jacks could hear, before beginning to sprint towards Chatterbox and Whimsy as fast as she could, her face wearing a rather grim and somewhat wrathful look, "Losing armor on my back though for this so far. But this bastard won't get his hands on Whimsy, or the rest of the civilians..."

The metal-skinned girl had cut off using her charge as soon as it seemed ineffective, though she could feel a lessening of the metal skin on her back. Death was a fact of life, a thing she had seen amidst her work and heard about and...witnessed firsthand when she gained her powers. But to see someone mow down civilians, even if manipulated ones, like mere fodder was crossing a line for her. This asshole, no more like "Dr. Doomed" was going to get what he had coming. She could handle Chatter doing some manipulation, he didn't go and just murder them, but this was a while nother' level. And to wanting to turn one of the group into a guinea pig for study? That too was unacceptable.

This guy, he'd have his balls roasted off before she was done. If he had any left by the time they got their hands on him.

Of course, as much as she was pissed, she held it back as best she could. This was no time to go on a hulking rage, and ruin plans.

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Allison Mead (Excaliblast)

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There was a stairwell not too far from here...that she knew for a surety. A more secure route than an elevator would perhaps be, if these twats had any measure of tactical sense about them amidst this revenge plot. Sure, it was a run in the opposite direction than she had just initially come out of her classroom, but she at least had a barrier, and the little wall indentations near classroom doors for at least "adequate" cover. The brown haired girl git her teeth a little she had thought about these things.

But something was wrong, the moment that PA system finally went quiet....as silent as the grave perhaps. It sent a chill down her spine, her instincts screaming "GET OUT OF THERE" to her body. After all, she had just...she had just laid into the Community's leader like he was the little bitch he was, hadn't she? Fact #1 they had learned in class, the Community was a very attached group. So the moment the gunfire stopped for a moment, Allison's body moved without thinking as survival instinct took over briefly. Legs pumping, heart thumping in her ears, the blade barrier making an excellent backboard for a running start.

She ran, ran as fast as her legs would push her. Yet as she ran the bounce of an object seemed to ring in her ears as well, registering as loud as dropping a pin on the floor of a silent room could seem. Considering there were guns, and these guys were crazy bastards, she didn't even think about what it could be. A damn grenade, some tinker construct, Patriarch's shriveled liver, didn't matter since she would need to put distance between her and it regardless...at least according to her gut and her brain in unison.

The college girl took a dive towards the nearest corner that turned down the hall, trying to just put distance and...well, she supposed make her way towards the other stairwell at this point. Maybe. At the moment, the desire to "not die" was stronger. Much stronger in this moment.

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

@Holy Soldier So it took longer than i thought with doc appointments and work scheduling stress coming into play, but i did it! :D

How are you doing?

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

Zelah

Deity: Hylia

Time/Date: Day 1, Morning

Location: Bugut's Wagon, Underneath Tarp

Tagging: @Holy Soldier@Rabidporcupine

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Zelah nodded at the plan, slowly removing herself from under the tarp and moving behind the cart to try to help this...er, vagabond of a boy try to steady the kids if anything went wrong. Though she did quickly take a few bites of the little food she had been handed back, swallowing it with a bit of savoring. She still didn't know this boy's name, but she at least understood what hunger could do to a person. That still didn't make thievery of food a good idea, however, with the risks and potential downsides it offered, such as word of you being a thief spreading about via travelers at places like these. However, she would support this little sneaky endeavor for the sake of this Zora child, as well as...well, she and this skinny looking Sheikah boy needed food it seemed. At least, only if Koja was willing, as she wouldn't force him to get her food as well if he didn't want to.

However, as Cidro scrambled to stop the toppling toddler tower of terror, Zelah felt a small mite of surprise as the boy seemed to channel...was that wind magic? She almost froze to ask, were it not for reaching over quickly to stabilize the tarp. Only so much she could grab onto and stop from oddly flapping more suspiciously, so there was still a risk, but what she could have done otherwise to try to help might've...drawn negative attention. All of the negative attention. And started a panic perhaps.

"Are you ok, boys? Koja?

By the Hylian goddess...we need to be swift if we are going to get to the river, in case this drew anyone's attention," Zelah said quietly to the boys, before pulling her hood back up and attempting to sneakily peek over/around the cart and see if they had drawn any attention.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

Lilianna Rotz

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Not So Long Ago

"Doctor, you made us late to get here!" the undead Gazer said, floating at top speed through the station as a floating, claw-armed robot, with a brain inside a jar on top of it at that, was moving alongside her at haste (unlike pic, one monitor is displaying eyes/mouth more neatly, other two mechanical limbs are just deft mechanical hands with five fingers each).

"It is not my fault! Those blasted crew need to learn how to properly carry a valuable specimen in its chamber! I had to oversee the installation in my part of the lab anywho...had to make sure everything was in its place so i know if that lout i heard works here touched it or not!" the male human voice of Dr. Chamberlin rang out from the moving robot via a speaker, a slight crackle to it that seemed both...eerily sensitive about the matter yet also distinctly grumpy.

As the two moved, they nearly ran into several people...some of which gave confused looks or glares at the near-collisions it seemed.

"So you sent the mech here early, right? And you are SURE they are letting you borrow that small drop pod so we can catch up?" Lilianna shouted back once more towards Dr. Chamberlin, a bit peturbed but hasty in her tone herself, "And are you sure you wanna come along? I'm not sure how weird this is gonna be!"

"Don't be such a frightened child! They won't miss it, not like i asked them anywho, and it will be faster to get planetside this way! I say...we should be congratulated for finding such a great way to get you to your new team!

"....wait....WHAT?!"

Current Time

The second team would, if looking skyward or having sensors on, detect a fast-falling object....a large one-

-wait, had someone used one of the drop pods Jenny could fit in?!

"Attention, second landing team. This is Dr. Chamberlin, a high ranking personnel and a new transfer to the station. I am here escorting my ward, who has been transferred to your team.

Of course, due to 'crew issus' we have arrived late...just got to the station not that long ago i'm afraid. So unprofessional!

But in lieu of this, i deigned to borrow a drop pod to get my charge and her mecha here quickly. Of course a bit of tweaking to the launch speed had to be made, but it is acceptable within the pod's design parameters.

So with this in mind, i heard another was around these parts, a certain-"

Dr. Chamberlin's voice chimed over the comms in a calm, professional, restrained mannerism befitting perhaps a gentlemen of a nation once called 'England' in the far, far past. But before he could continue speaking another voice cut him out over the comms, perhaps background noise ringing out as the dear doctor had the comms still turned on.

"DOC, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ROBOT ASS INTO NEXT WEEK IF WE LIVE THROUGH THIS!!!"

Oh dear.

And that drop pod was moving...ah!

T-That was a bit to fast a velocity to safely-!

CRASH!!!

The drop pod slammed into the ground, the sound of metal crumpling some under gravity and kinetic impact. A dramatic entranc that kicked up some dirt, to be sure...but any questions as to the status of the individuals inside of it was soon to be revealed. Arm by arm, a set of tentacled mechanical limbs pulled open a pair of dented and warped metal panels on the side of the drop pod. This was eventually followed by more of these arms, and one with a satellite-dish-like appendage at the end, and then eventually a floating center body that seemed to have a bunch of red eyes.

The air would clear a bit, revealing the odd look of this particular mechanical being more clearly in all of its metallic glory.

"Ah..hah....NEVER. AGAIN. DOCTOR.

Wait! The comms are still on?! Er...

Ahem, Lilianna Rotz, reporting for duty! The lateness and this...crash can be blamed on the dear doctor who decided to come with me for some reason. Heh....ugh.

Lilianna was not happy about this entrance. Not at all. Even her tentacles were almost writhing in her frustrations at Chamberlin right now. Albeit, the doctor was too busy checking system and...was he whistling? The gazer rolled her various eyes at the whistling track the doctor had loaded into his vocal interface, apparently.

@LemonZest1337@BCTheEntity

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

@Eviledd1984 Don't worry, brother, Maria shall have plenty of Lämp. Yes.

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

@Holy Soldier Will get a post in hopefully within tyhe nexty few days. Got life stuff, etc, this week. @_@

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

Frankenstein's Monster (Fran)

Sapporo

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'I concur. Though if things continue like this, I am unsure if the human populace here will be able to withstand it as well. With that in mind, clearing this blizzard would be helpful.

Though if push comes to shove, I'd prefer to travel with a more level-head seeming individual like you, rather than the other two should we all part ways.' Fran wrote out in the air with her stick for Ben to read, before giving a nod and beginning to jog after the two sword wielders with Bridal Chest clutched close to her chest.

However, their end destination didn't seem to be much better than their initial location in the snow dome. Thick driving snow, a total absence of people, and now in the lobby of this big tower's reception area there were no people either. Usually, this spoke of a monster attack in Fran's experience. Or the presence of an enemy servant who had performed some kind of large-scale magecraft after obtaining a Holy Grail. Regardless of the possibilities otherwise, it wasn't a good sign to her on an instinctual level either.

Bridal Chest held in a battling position now, Fran made her way first...over to a computer on the reception desk, unplugging it promptly. But more than that, she moved over towards a nearby door, maybe a place where employees could be? She was curious...but one could never know what lied behind a closed door. And if the enemy was potentially waiting...well, it was not like she was...human or anything. Just a monster, and so...ah, she had better get on with it.

With a casual ease, Fran swung Bridal Chest, smashing the door like it was a toothpick whilst preparing herself for potential battle.

It was time to see what maybe lied beyond, perhaps? If anything was around here at all perhaps.

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@TheFake@PKMNB0Y@VitaVitaAR

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Robin

Akihabara

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Time reversed, eh? Robin mulled over the idea briefly as she considered the possibilities of this being tied to the Outrealms or such things. She also knew Owain and Severa, even Inigo had been pulled into another world entirely, where...well, herself and others were just legends. That much her time with a strange summoner had taught her as she conversed with others from seemingly endless parallel worlds. She more or less felt it was more similar to that occurrence than perhaps the Outrealms, then, but for such a variety of people from greatly different places...at least it seemed such to her as even the man that had been in the metallic chariot also approached them....then this was perhaps an incredibly unique situation altogether.

It was only speculation at best, however, but evidence seemed to point to another thing. Those gems, time reversing, the fake Chrom...and maybe fake other person for all she knew...something, some being, someone was behind the scenes somewhere in this world. That much she could postulate after just the Grima incident altogether. Grima had pulled strings, made puppets, et cetera.

This would take time and effort...and frankly, cooperation unless these people wanted to rampage on their own paths. Maybe. Albeit, she felt a tug to keep this little girl safe. Sure, she'd proven she could fight, but....it just felt right to stick with her for now regardless.

"Perhaps we have all been pulled into an alternate world. It's happened to me before, but...never to this extreme. And considering what we just fought, someone could be pulling the strings behind the curtain....

But that is enough theories for the moment, perhaps."

She was about to suggest they find a place to dwell in, a base of operations if anyone had viable money for this place. Or if they could perhaps barter? She didn't know for sure. She was not a boss, merely a tactician trying to grasp the situation at hand. Yet before she could really get to this, the gems, a glowing white orb, two more girls, all of this seemed to occur in quick succession to her. Though there was one sentiment she could readily agree with at this time. Especially after looking about them for people's reactions...if any.

"I suppose we all are in the same boat, then, and this orb is more than a little strange after what has happened.

Though at this venture, i assume 'cosplay' means to dress like another individual. If...the context is relevant here.

But if no one else notices this orb...hmm, there must be a reason."

Robin supposed they could try a myriad of things, but usually an item showing magic like this only for them...usually was a good thing. Like the Fire Emblem reacting to Naga when Chrom unlocked its full power. Albeit, the same could be said for when it was used to revive Grima, a memory that made her almost shudder from recalling it.

Taking a chance, Robin stepped out to touch the glowing white orb. It wasn't dark like the beings, nor as dark as those shining gems. Further, there was only one way to perhaps entirely confirm if this was a good sign or not.

@VitaVitaAR@Rabidporcupine@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

Gazer Phase-r

Name: Lilianna Rotz | Race: Undead Gazer

Personality: A voracious but upbeat individual who enjoys eating great meals, tasty steaks, and other sorts of things...never does gain weight though by it, and personally has no idea why. In line with this her interests on a personal level involve cooking to some extent, though with what her species can eat it isn’t surprising to eventually see her to cook up scraps and rotted pieces into a dish on rare occasion. However, when cooking for those of a different species, she is at least conscious enough to try to be careful about it...normally. There are times for her where the excitation of cooking can overcome such consciousness of the situation, much to her embarrassment. She does enjoy puns, though.

Beyond these things, she is a greater learner (especially on the fly) as far as intelligence goes, though she can be stubborn at times and overall isn’t afraid to speak her mind/will on a given matter. She’s perhaps one who might be most willing to use her fists and such if she feels the situation calls for it. However, one would be hard-pressed to find a more strong-willed individual who is willing to endure to the end....one would have to stop her every little last thrashing just to put her down. She’d even lay her life down for those things she holds most dear, and she takes that rather seriously.

However...the trauma of her past, what made her an undead, it still haunts her to this day. She has nightmares about it, even, and it is one matter that if used against her or to dig at her might trigger extreme anger, duress, stress, and at an extreme even potentially violence depending on the situation.

Race History

Race Specs: A species of monster girl developed by “humanity” in efforts to try to create a species to help better combat the necromorphs/reavers.

The race’s DNA base was derived from multiple hardy, and carnivorous, mollusk species living in the oceans of a very harsh alien ocean world, which was all taken and combined/modified with human DNA into cross-breed-able humanoids. Similar to some fish species from Earth, and some of the mollusks they were built from, the “Gazers” (as they were named) gained the inborn ability to change sex temporarily for mating purposes. This, ultimately, has left the entire race of this type of monster girl being female as a result, which works for purposes of easier breeding.

They are carnivorous, but their digestive systems are highly hardy/efficient. Even bone and scraps of organs and meat/muscle and rotting flesh and such materials are digested and processed safely into all necessary nutrients. They can even devour necromorph flesh safely due to their design, which is one of the main reasons they were engineered as they are physically. Yet this species, however, are unable to process plants and plant matter (passes right through them and acts like a laxative, feels odd for them).

Next, their eyes can produce special shifting light patterns that are strongly hypnotic to living things visually. This is a trait useful against living things, or at least in pacifying them, but more importantly it works on the undead/reavers and helps to distract them.

Their ability of “floating” through the air or water was engineered primarily as a means to help them move about easier over rougher terrains.

In the end, this race is “an engineered necromorph predator”, though their existence is far from the solution for the problem of the necromorphs/reavers.

Other Notes: Also, the race’s tentacle-like-limbs have an eye on each of them, each covered with a protective layer to avoid harm/damage to those eyes. This along with each appendage bearing an...incredibly long tongue, mainly made that way for gathering up food materials or liquids around the user. That, and using these tongues as a means to smell (an improved version on what snakes can do), one capability built into them for detecting their “prey”.

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The “Incident”: Illegal experimentation utilizing old forbidden technology was undertaken on a Gazer subject, who was kidnapped and taken to station [REDACTED]. Dr. Heinrich Heinz personally performed the experiment, resulting in the subject being “successfully” immortalized into an undead form, with biological capabilities greatly retained in areas such as reproduction, mental capabilities, and eating, before being put into stasis.

However, when the Doctor later attempted to utilize a virus in conjunction with [REDACTED]...the fatality rate was high, and resulting damage to the station was extensive in nature. The old technology used in this and the prior experiment shortly before was confiscated and put into lockdown. The station was decommissioned for a time, approximately 5 years, to decontaminate and purge all traces of [REDACTED]...

Gazer subject was discovered by initial biohazard team, though after scans of the stasis tube showed specimen was not infected it was not terminated. It was taken to station [REDACTED], and place under the care of Dr. Chamberlin, an expert on the study of undead and the old technology that possesses high-level clearance for PROJECT [REDACTED]....which project continues even to this day.

Dr. Chamberlin was the first to approach the subject upon her awakening. Initial approaching was...rough, as subject had undergone trauma over their transformation process, apparently done whilst they were conscious the entire time. Restraints had to be used, but with more talking to Chamberlin the subject was able to seemingly calm down to where restraints could be released.

The subject’s Gazer anti-necromorphs and general capabilities were found to have remained intact after testing at the [REDACTED] Facility on the station. However, subject can only heal now by medical intervention or eating, though the latter shows strong regenerative properties if subject is damaged enough. Further testing with other acquired subjects proved user’s unique status makes them “less noticeable” to necromorph/reavers, but not “invisible”. This and potential implementations in PROJECT [REDACTED] are confirmed to exist, according to analysis of the data.

Once it was found the subject was fit for duty, and was thusly assigned to become a mecha pilot, Chamberlin was relegated as her proper steward to follow her. Of course his work of [REDACTED] continues regardless, though he seems to have developed a “soft spot” for the one entrusted to him. However, due to command’s notes about potentially conflicting “personalities” with another at the station Chamberlin and his charge are moving to, letters of warning have been sent to both parties about extreme actions on either of their parts.

Dr. Chamberlin

History: Dr. Chamberlin was once a leading researcher into the undead and creation of monster girls, transferring into this area and flourishing after an unknown prior scientific career that was likely medically associated. He eventually developed a method to synthesize and grow artificial nerve cells before his death. Combined with brain-mapping of his neurons and the transcription of his memories and personality into data to be encoded into his brand of synthesized nervous tissue, Dr. Chamberlin succeeded in outliving his human body (though has saved his DNA and preserved it carefully since).

He eventually took up residence in a robotic body, attached directly to its systems to control it for all manner of things. Currently he hasn’t been able to develop alternate bodies, but seeks to do work on this as he further improves his neuron synthesis and transcription system. Though most of his memories are intact, and some of his life before the outbreak remain, not everything was perfectly preserved. According to him, and other observations, the new and imperfect nature of the neural synthesis and transcription procedure was to blame.

However, after many years of study about the undead and monster girls hybrids, when an instance of old technology arose he took particular interest in the subject affected by it. Oddly, he was among the party that advocated for her survival, rather than euthanasia. He spoke with her frequently at first, then it slowed down to a rather casual pacing. Subject seemed to trust him, and it was this that caused the decision for him to be assigned as her caretaker and steward to be made.

Personality: An argumentative old man at time, who takes his work dead seriously as with all matters in his care. He tends to be professional in his attitude, or lecturing depending on who he is talking too,...except around that “damned man and his slime”, where he seems to get competitive and disagree how each has preserved their minds for posterity...ugh. Incredibly smart, however, his work in studies of the undead has been a great boon, as has his work in assisting with monster girl hybridization to an extent. Further, he is proud of this nervous tissue synthesis/transcription having been useful in their own ways, the process playing a part in the synthesis of nervous tissues for new hybrid species in recent years.

However...he seems to have a soft spot for the one in his stewardship, among similar minor things at times when he has been exposed to certain monster girls or other individual. Kind, soft, but firm, it is a side of him not normally seen at all.

But lately, alongside his assignment as a caretaker/steward, he has continuing work related to the undead and old forbidden technology. This has led to rumors that he perhaps plans to engineer it for use against the undead tide, make an army of his own, or even turn his subject back to normal one day. Further rumors say he might be looking into more severe implementations such as “human tissue synthesis” on a larger scale than just neurons. No one but him really knows for sure...

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Mech:

The Kraken

Callsign: [Ouroboros] | Type: [Piloted Mecha] (she sits inside that head part and controls it)

Appearance: (see in above hider)

Loadout/abilities: Claws can be used for grasping flesh off of targets and tearing at them, and have been installed with 30mm HEIAP-firing gatling-type firearms that can be extended from the center of each “claw hand” and retracted to allow use of the claw hands properly. Satellite-dish-like end on one appendage is a particle beam cannon for use at range. Four 15-count missile launchers can be deployed from the top of the head, and retracted, to conserve space. Undercarriage mini-grasping arms, 2 on each side for a total of four, are equipped with sharp blades for close quarters and can be heated to scorch target flesh.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

@Foster

Gazer Phase-r

Name: Lilianna Rotz | Race: Undead Gazer

Personality: A voracious but upbeat individual who enjoys eating great meals, tasty steaks, and other sorts of things...never does gain weight though by it, and personally has no idea why. In line with this her interests on a personal level involve cooking to some extent, though with what her species can eat it isn’t surprising to eventually see her to cook up scraps and rotted pieces into a dish on rare occasion. However, when cooking for those of a different species, she is at least conscious enough to try to be careful about it...normally. There are times for her where the excitation of cooking can overcome such consciousness of the situation, much to her embarrassment. She does enjoy puns, though.

Beyond these things, she is a greater learner (especially on the fly) as far as intelligence goes, though she can be stubborn at times and overall isn’t afraid to speak her mind/will on a given matter. She’s perhaps one who might be most willing to use her fists and such if she feels the situation calls for it. However, one would be hard-pressed to find a more strong-willed individual who is willing to endure to the end....one would have to stop her every little last thrashing just to put her down. She’d even lay her life down for those things she holds most dear, and she takes that rather seriously.

However...the trauma of her past, what made her an undead, it still haunts her to this day. She has nightmares about it, even, and it is one matter that if used against her or to dig at her might trigger extreme anger, duress, stress, and at an extreme even potentially violence depending on the situation.

Race History

Race Specs: A species of monster girl developed by “humanity” in efforts to try to create a species to help better combat the necromorphs/reavers.

The race’s DNA base was derived from multiple hardy, and carnivorous, mollusk species living in the oceans of a very harsh alien ocean world, which was all taken and combined/modified with human DNA into cross-breed-able humanoids. Similar to some fish species from Earth, and some of the mollusks they were built from, the “Gazers” (as they were named) gained the inborn ability to change sex temporarily for mating purposes. This, ultimately, has left the entire race of this type of monster girl being female as a result, which works for purposes of easier breeding.

They are carnivorous, but their digestive systems are highly hardy/efficient. Even bone and scraps of organs and meat/muscle and rotting flesh and such materials are digested and processed safely into all necessary nutrients. They can even devour necromorph flesh safely due to their design, which is one of the main reasons they were engineered as they are physically. Yet this species, however, are unable to process plants and plant matter (passes right through them and acts like a laxative, feels odd for them).

Next, their eyes can produce special shifting light patterns that are strongly hypnotic to living things visually. This is a trait useful against living things, or at least in pacifying them, but more importantly it works on the undead/reavers and helps to distract them.

Their ability of “floating” through the air or water was engineered primarily as a means to help them move about easier over rougher terrains.

In the end, this race is “an engineered necromorph predator”, though their existence is far from the solution for the problem of the necromorphs/reavers.

Other Notes: Also, the race’s tentacle-like-limbs have an eye on each of them, each covered with a protective layer to avoid harm/damage to those eyes. This along with each appendage bearing an...incredibly long tongue, mainly made that way for gathering up food materials or liquids around the user. That, and using these tongues as a means to smell (an improved version on what snakes can do), one capability built into them for detecting their “prey”.

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The “Incident”: Illegal experimentation utilizing old forbidden technology was undertaken on a Gazer subject, who was kidnapped and taken to station [REDACTED]. Dr. Heinrich Heinz personally performed the experiment, resulting in the subject being “successfully” immortalized into an undead form, with biological capabilities greatly retained in areas such as reproduction, mental capabilities, and eating, before being put into stasis.

However, when the Doctor later attempted to utilize a virus in conjunction with [REDACTED]...the fatality rate was high, and resulting damage to the station was extensive in nature. The old technology used in this and the prior experiment shortly before was confiscated and put into lockdown. The station was decommissioned for a time, approximately 5 years, to decontaminate and purge all traces of [REDACTED]...

Gazer subject was discovered by initial biohazard team, though after scans of the stasis tube showed specimen was not infected it was not terminated. It was taken to station [REDACTED], and place under the care of Dr. Chamberlin, an expert on the study of undead and the old technology that possesses high-level clearance for PROJECT [REDACTED]....which project continues even to this day.

Dr. Chamberlin was the first to approach the subject upon her awakening. Initial approaching was...rough, as subject had undergone trauma over their transformation process, apparently done whilst they were conscious the entire time. Restraints had to be used, but with more talking to Chamberlin the subject was able to seemingly calm down to where restraints could be released.

The subject’s Gazer anti-necromorphs and general capabilities were found to have remained intact after testing at the [REDACTED] Facility on the station. However, subject can only heal now by medical intervention or eating, though the latter shows strong regenerative properties if subject is damaged enough. Further testing with other acquired subjects proved user’s unique status makes them “less noticeable” to necromorph/reavers, but not “invisible”. This and potential implementations in PROJECT [REDACTED] are confirmed to exist, according to analysis of the data.

Once it was found the subject was fit for duty, and was thusly assigned to become a mecha pilot, Chamberlin was relegated as her proper steward to follow her. Of course his work of [REDACTED] continues regardless, though he seems to have developed a “soft spot” for the one entrusted to him. However, due to command’s notes about potentially conflicting “personalities” with another at the station Chamberlin and his charge are moving to, letters of warning have been sent to both parties about extreme actions on either of their parts.

Dr. Chamberlin

History: Dr. Chamberlin was once a leading researcher into the undead and creation of monster girls, transferring into this area and flourishing after an unknown prior scientific career that was likely medically associated. He eventually developed a method to synthesize and grow artificial nerve cells before his death. Combined with brain-mapping of his neurons and the transcription of his memories and personality into data to be encoded into his brand of synthesized nervous tissue, Dr. Chamberlin succeeded in outliving his human body (though has saved his DNA and preserved it carefully since).

He eventually took up residence in a robotic body, attached directly to its systems to control it for all manner of things. Currently he hasn’t been able to develop alternate bodies, but seeks to do work on this as he further improves his neuron synthesis and transcription system. Though most of his memories are intact, and some of his life before the outbreak remain, not everything was perfectly preserved. According to him, and other observations, the new and imperfect nature of the neural synthesis and transcription procedure was to blame.

However, after many years of study about the undead and monster girls hybrids, when an instance of old technology arose he took particular interest in the subject affected by it. Oddly, he was among the party that advocated for her survival, rather than euthanasia. He spoke with her frequently at first, then it slowed down to a rather casual pacing. Subject seemed to trust him, and it was this that caused the decision for him to be assigned as her caretaker and steward to be made.

Personality: An argumentative old man at time, who takes his work dead seriously as with all matters in his care. He tends to be professional in his attitude, or lecturing depending on who he is talking too,...except around that “damned man and his slime”, where he seems to get competitive and disagree how each has preserved their minds for posterity...ugh. Incredibly smart, however, his work in studies of the undead has been a great boon, as has his work in assisting with monster girl hybridization to an extent. Further, he is proud of this nervous tissue synthesis/transcription having been useful in their own ways, the process playing a part in the synthesis of nervous tissues for new hybrid species in recent years.

However...he seems to have a soft spot for the one in his stewardship, among similar minor things at times when he has been exposed to certain monster girls or other individual. Kind, soft, but firm, it is a side of him not normally seen at all.

But lately, alongside his assignment as a caretaker/steward, he has continuing work related to the undead and old forbidden technology. This has led to rumors that he perhaps plans to engineer it for use against the undead tide, make an army of his own, or even turn his subject back to normal one day. Further rumors say he might be looking into more severe implementations such as “human tissue synthesis” on a larger scale than just neurons. No one but him really knows for sure...

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Mech:

The Kraken

Callsign: [Ouroboros] | Type: [Piloted Mecha] (she sits inside that head part and controls it)

Appearance: (see in above hider)

Loadout/abilities: Claws can be used for grasping flesh off of targets and tearing at them, and have been installed with 30mm HEIAP-firing gatling-type firearms that can be extended from the center of each “claw hand” and retracted to allow use of the claw hands properly. Satellite-dish-like end on one appendage is a particle beam cannon for use at range. Four 15-count missile launchers can be deployed from the top of the head, and retracted, to conserve space. Undercarriage mini-grasping arms, 2 on each side for a total of four, are equipped with sharp blades for close quarters and can be heated to scorch target flesh.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Mina Kreiger (Alloy)

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It was an interesting ramble this "Doctor Dean" seemed to be going through, and his familiarity with the Jacks left Alloy with some questions of her own about what was....and had been...going on around here before she had come into the picture. But he had a tech-y pistol, and a button on his glove, and honestly it screamed "Tinker" to Alloy entirely. That was a term she'd heard float round, cape lingo that had leaked into the local populace she assumed. Or at least into certain areas she had been in before joining this group, via some means. Regardless she seemed to have done something to to this "Dr. Dean", at least, but just what had she managed to do was up to whomever could see what was going on she supposed.

Just before the rambling guy would perhaps finish his words, she let loose a harsher wave of electricity towards his head and body...similar as before but with some more precise aim now since he was choosing to blather on in the fact of enemies. She hadn't put her arm back down since firing off the first time, after all. The metal he wore wouldn't help him, either, in any attempts to dodge..that much she understood about electricity and metal in general at least. If she hit him at all, maybe she'd fry his brains this time, or at least short out his tendency to ramble rather than act then? It was...annoying, to say the very least, and she wanted to act before he maybe did something worse in the meantime.