Name: Sir William of Dahken
Class: Knight
Stats: Assets(5) Power( 3) Production(1) Influence(3) Charm(2 )
Class Notes: Sir William's war machine is a mech that is like no other, it is simply called The Judge, The Judge stands tall, taller than most other Mechs has a pure white coat of paint that is chipped and scorched. The head of the mech is like that of a medieval knight and the eyes glow green when being operated. It's armaments include a large two handed sword, missile pods in the shoulders, and automatics in the wrist that are made to deal with soft targets as well as counter any other mechs.
Character Description: Not much is know about Sir William's past within knighthood, but he rose to prominence, only a few years ago quickly establishing himself as knight of valor and honor. Sir William believes in honor and valor more than anything else and if one has none of those traits they aren't even worthy of being called a human being. He was brought forth into the ruling council to represent a small and secretive sect of knights called The Knights of Ruin. As said before few things are known about Sir William, some speculate that his true name isn't even William, some speculate that was was brainwashed by the Knights of Ruin and is used as their mouth piece and trained killer. What people do know about him however is that, in the battle against pillar Dharka, William killed, disabled, and destroyed more war machines and pilots. Than any other knight on the battlefield, and this is believed to be why he was put on the council. The council quickly realized that he was little gung ho and he often believes the simplest thing is the answer.
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Edward had entered into the country adjacent to the one he was suppose to be infilling in. When he said he wanted in the other country the airmen who dropped him in laughed at him like he was crazy. But it worked out as he found a bumpkin who would take him in stashed among his goods in his cart as long as he paid him when he got to where he wanted to go. He had no intention of paying the man, he also had no intention of going to the mans destination.
So here he was stashed among a traders goods. He heard talking outside the guards had stopped the cart man but the guy had saved up for this trip and thought he was going to get enough to cover that bribe and more from Edward. So the guards did not check his goods instead they waved him in. When they made it a good distance away from the checkpoint Edward stood up in the back of the cart and shot the cart master in the back of the head. No since in letting the guy reveal he was here.
Slipping up to the drivers bench he took the reigns of the donkey and brought it to the side of the road. He unhitched and unbridled the donkey and let it roam free. Then he checked the traders goods, nothing of use cheap knock off gold watches and jewelry. So he covered it in jungle brush and made a mental note to come back later and burn the cart just in case. He hid the body in the jungle next and slipped away like a shadow into the brush looking for these other agents the letter mentioned.
So here he was stashed among a traders goods. He heard talking outside the guards had stopped the cart man but the guy had saved up for this trip and thought he was going to get enough to cover that bribe and more from Edward. So the guards did not check his goods instead they waved him in. When they made it a good distance away from the checkpoint Edward stood up in the back of the cart and shot the cart master in the back of the head. No since in letting the guy reveal he was here.
Slipping up to the drivers bench he took the reigns of the donkey and brought it to the side of the road. He unhitched and unbridled the donkey and let it roam free. Then he checked the traders goods, nothing of use cheap knock off gold watches and jewelry. So he covered it in jungle brush and made a mental note to come back later and burn the cart just in case. He hid the body in the jungle next and slipped away like a shadow into the brush looking for these other agents the letter mentioned.
"Yeah, I thought so too." He said quietly his words beginning to trail off "But in my line of work you tend to make mistakes, falling in love is one of those mistakes. And that rule still holds in these times. No sense in loving someone your probably going to have to kill at a moments notice. You know I think i'm wearing a bit of a smirk in that picture." He chuckled he looked like an idiot in that picture, but he remembered everything about the taking of that picture, down to the way she smelled the conversation they had before it, and even the poor bastard they forced into taking that picture.
He shook his head, he was fucked up yes, but traveling down that road was just as bad as thinking about his sisters death. "Let's go." He said his voice firm and a little on the cold side, he slung his backpack on his shoulders the strongbox definitely adding weight to it but he didn't think it would slow him down much. He slowly walked out of the house so Girl Scout could keep up. When he opened the front door there was a walker on the front lawn of the house it saw them and started walking towards them. In one smooth motion he pulled his pistol from his jacket and shot it in the chest. "Shit." He muttered, he was never going to get over the fact it took a shot to the head to put them down for good, so he adjusted his aim inhaled and fired the shot going clean through the things eye and out the other side it collapsed onto the destroyed lawn, dead for good this time. "Run now!" He shouted his ears still ringing from his shooting after he told Girl Scout to run he took off in a dead sprint.
They made it a good few blocks before he said it was okay to slow down, he was panting due to the weight in his backpack but things seemed clear, the mall wasn't too far now and he hoped that nobody else was there so they'd have free reign of the place but knowing his luck probably not, they'd probably have to hide or hunt down some of those things in order for it to actually be safe. Thankfully they didn't intend to stay there though "Who thinks about the mall when something like this happens." He thought.
He shook his head, he was fucked up yes, but traveling down that road was just as bad as thinking about his sisters death. "Let's go." He said his voice firm and a little on the cold side, he slung his backpack on his shoulders the strongbox definitely adding weight to it but he didn't think it would slow him down much. He slowly walked out of the house so Girl Scout could keep up. When he opened the front door there was a walker on the front lawn of the house it saw them and started walking towards them. In one smooth motion he pulled his pistol from his jacket and shot it in the chest. "Shit." He muttered, he was never going to get over the fact it took a shot to the head to put them down for good, so he adjusted his aim inhaled and fired the shot going clean through the things eye and out the other side it collapsed onto the destroyed lawn, dead for good this time. "Run now!" He shouted his ears still ringing from his shooting after he told Girl Scout to run he took off in a dead sprint.
They made it a good few blocks before he said it was okay to slow down, he was panting due to the weight in his backpack but things seemed clear, the mall wasn't too far now and he hoped that nobody else was there so they'd have free reign of the place but knowing his luck probably not, they'd probably have to hide or hunt down some of those things in order for it to actually be safe. Thankfully they didn't intend to stay there though "Who thinks about the mall when something like this happens." He thought.
Question are the borders manned or unmanned?
Aella had sat and watched the other students come and go up the stairs, content after watching a few go she stepped up herself. There was a fair amount of wind going on so she didn't need to do much except make a few small gusts strong enough to send crayfish flying off the sides and send the hungry seagulls after them. Her master had taught her these things enough to be of use here at the tower, so she enacted her plan and sent crayfish out of her way and the seagulls went after them.
When she made it up the stairs she was sweating quite a bit from the effort and the climb but she made it and without killing herself from doing it. There were already a few who made it up ahead of her and she sat a good distance away from any of them and tried to catch her breath and so she could watch them, they were all strange all from different walks of life and different places in the world but that might of been a good thing.
When she made it up the stairs she was sweating quite a bit from the effort and the climb but she made it and without killing herself from doing it. There were already a few who made it up ahead of her and she sat a good distance away from any of them and tried to catch her breath and so she could watch them, they were all strange all from different walks of life and different places in the world but that might of been a good thing.
Added a backstory and I am finished.
Name: Amy Lindsey Hausler
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: Amy
Background: Amy was born in the south, to a medical doctor who always made house calls due to there not being very many health care facilities in her town, and a home maker. She had always been a rough and tumble tomboy as a child getting into fights with other children and throwing around her dominance over the other children, the other kids pretty much treated her like the boss and whatever she did was the in thing to do. But as she grew older she began to follow her father around on house calls and took an interest in the medical profession at an early age.
At age 18 she left her small town home so she could experience the world she signed on with the marines and scored high enough on medical expertise to train as a corpsmen. During basic she felt as is she had to be equal to the guys so she pushed herself to train as hard as she could and that earned her a recommendation into force recon. She didn't refuse and went for the six months training in Fort Pendleton California. She nearly washed out, but due to her grit she made it through and was attached to the First recon regiment as a corpsmen.
She served two three year tours with the regiment in which she was deployed in a variety of conflicts, her hands bloody and no hope of reinforcements as they were sent behind enemy lines. Somehow she made it through where others didn't. Homecoming was rough she had been away so long new technology and weapons seemed foreign to her, while mecha were not new, they were not very wide spread among recon because who could disguise a giant ass robot. So those to became a shock to her and she refused to go near them.
Fucked up and out of her mind, home was different, she felt isolated. The only place where she felt like she belonged was fighting so she signed back on for another tour. This time her experience got her into drop infantry where she serves as the unit medic.
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Unit: 2nd Drop Inf
Role: Naval corpsmen (Aka A medic)
Gear: Beretta 92FS, With Ambidextrous safeties and a surefire flashlight, M27 IAR with foregrip and holotech sight, QTF Scarab flip knife(the one on the bottom), smoke grenades, field medical kit and tools.
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: Amy
Background: Amy was born in the south, to a medical doctor who always made house calls due to there not being very many health care facilities in her town, and a home maker. She had always been a rough and tumble tomboy as a child getting into fights with other children and throwing around her dominance over the other children, the other kids pretty much treated her like the boss and whatever she did was the in thing to do. But as she grew older she began to follow her father around on house calls and took an interest in the medical profession at an early age.
At age 18 she left her small town home so she could experience the world she signed on with the marines and scored high enough on medical expertise to train as a corpsmen. During basic she felt as is she had to be equal to the guys so she pushed herself to train as hard as she could and that earned her a recommendation into force recon. She didn't refuse and went for the six months training in Fort Pendleton California. She nearly washed out, but due to her grit she made it through and was attached to the First recon regiment as a corpsmen.
She served two three year tours with the regiment in which she was deployed in a variety of conflicts, her hands bloody and no hope of reinforcements as they were sent behind enemy lines. Somehow she made it through where others didn't. Homecoming was rough she had been away so long new technology and weapons seemed foreign to her, while mecha were not new, they were not very wide spread among recon because who could disguise a giant ass robot. So those to became a shock to her and she refused to go near them.
Fucked up and out of her mind, home was different, she felt isolated. The only place where she felt like she belonged was fighting so she signed back on for another tour. This time her experience got her into drop infantry where she serves as the unit medic.
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Unit: 2nd Drop Inf
Role: Naval corpsmen (Aka A medic)
Gear: Beretta 92FS, With Ambidextrous safeties and a surefire flashlight, M27 IAR with foregrip and holotech sight, QTF Scarab flip knife(the one on the bottom), smoke grenades, field medical kit and tools.
I would think of another post but I feel spent so it would be terrible.
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Forum: Nation Interest Checks
Sandbox is fine and dandy, as long as you go into more depth with nation development. Have the players list weaknesses to their nation and weapons, as well as strengths, list tech levels, and try to limit overpowered weapons or magic. Like my nation idea they use a particle beam that fires for a couple of minutes once every 5 hours during that charging time it is completely useless it's just a building that can be destroyed and taken out.
Apperance: Edward
Name:Edward Brewer
Age:36
Training:Edward served a tour in the US army, he went back in after some problems at home and signed on for US Special forces and passed training there, served two years in US SPECFOR before being noticed by "GRAY FOX" for skills that would make a perfect ISA agent. There he was taught offensive and defensive driving, phone and wire tapping, counter sniping, counter insurgency tactics, and interrogation methods.
Equipment: USP .45 Compact, QTF Scarab flip knife
MO: Intelligence/Deep recon and Marksmen
History: Edward was born and raised in a small town in Georgia, he lived a pretty uneventful life he was a gifted student, a noted teachers pet, but also a great athlete doing baseball, track, and foot ball throughout his high school year. Senior year he met his girlfriend and they were gonna go to a big city college together. Well that didn't happen instead Edward got her pregnant and with no means to support her he signed on to the US army in 1997 when he was age 18.
He was stationed at Camp Darby in Italy and he did three year stint there mostly studying and being bored. When his tour was over and he returned home his girlfriend had taken his child and left him for another man. He stayed stateside until shortly after the 9/11 attacks. Where he underwent US Army SPECFOR training. He passed and learned a whole bunch of skills while he was training there, he learned things like survival, how to dig spider holes, fight unconventionally, and how to cook a snake (yummy.) He fought in the waning days of Operation Anaconda alongside ISA operatives. He was then put on a watch list by the ISA for potential recruits due to his dedication and skill to his mission. He also took part in several key missions in Iraq before finally being approached by the ISA.
The ISA approached him. They asked if he wished to train to be one of the very best, he agreed and they taught him a wide many skills for working deep cover. A lot of his missions under the ISA are classified but a few have been leaked. Like his mission in Central American sent to take care of a drug lord, the ISA's involvement in locating Osama, and many other missions. But soon he became war weary didn't want to fight anymore and in 2012 he was allowed back home.
He suffered from severe culture shock after coming back state side. He had left when touch screen tech seemed like a thing of the future and now it was everywhere, throw in a healthy dose of PTSD and you had a loose cannon ready to blow. And it did blow it blew up in a bar fight. Two drunk men were harassing him and when things turned physical his training kicked in and he killed both of them. Crushed the windpipe of one and broke the neck of the other he was taken into custody.
In court he knew he was screwed and he didn't fight it. He only said one thing in court and it was in response to the judges question about how could a soldier do this to two men he said. "The difference between a murderer and a soldier is a soldier gets a medal for killing people." He was thrown in prison and he rotted there for another two years before he was approached by someone high up in the DoD.
They gave him a way out, work for them and do what he does best for him and make a lot money and a clean break. Or sit there and rot in prison for perhaps the rest of his life. He took them up on their offer and soon found himself being shipped to an African country to destabilize the region so they could bring peace to it.
Name:Edward Brewer
Age:36
Training:Edward served a tour in the US army, he went back in after some problems at home and signed on for US Special forces and passed training there, served two years in US SPECFOR before being noticed by "GRAY FOX" for skills that would make a perfect ISA agent. There he was taught offensive and defensive driving, phone and wire tapping, counter sniping, counter insurgency tactics, and interrogation methods.
Equipment: USP .45 Compact, QTF Scarab flip knife
MO: Intelligence/Deep recon and Marksmen
History: Edward was born and raised in a small town in Georgia, he lived a pretty uneventful life he was a gifted student, a noted teachers pet, but also a great athlete doing baseball, track, and foot ball throughout his high school year. Senior year he met his girlfriend and they were gonna go to a big city college together. Well that didn't happen instead Edward got her pregnant and with no means to support her he signed on to the US army in 1997 when he was age 18.
He was stationed at Camp Darby in Italy and he did three year stint there mostly studying and being bored. When his tour was over and he returned home his girlfriend had taken his child and left him for another man. He stayed stateside until shortly after the 9/11 attacks. Where he underwent US Army SPECFOR training. He passed and learned a whole bunch of skills while he was training there, he learned things like survival, how to dig spider holes, fight unconventionally, and how to cook a snake (yummy.) He fought in the waning days of Operation Anaconda alongside ISA operatives. He was then put on a watch list by the ISA for potential recruits due to his dedication and skill to his mission. He also took part in several key missions in Iraq before finally being approached by the ISA.
The ISA approached him. They asked if he wished to train to be one of the very best, he agreed and they taught him a wide many skills for working deep cover. A lot of his missions under the ISA are classified but a few have been leaked. Like his mission in Central American sent to take care of a drug lord, the ISA's involvement in locating Osama, and many other missions. But soon he became war weary didn't want to fight anymore and in 2012 he was allowed back home.
He suffered from severe culture shock after coming back state side. He had left when touch screen tech seemed like a thing of the future and now it was everywhere, throw in a healthy dose of PTSD and you had a loose cannon ready to blow. And it did blow it blew up in a bar fight. Two drunk men were harassing him and when things turned physical his training kicked in and he killed both of them. Crushed the windpipe of one and broke the neck of the other he was taken into custody.
In court he knew he was screwed and he didn't fight it. He only said one thing in court and it was in response to the judges question about how could a soldier do this to two men he said. "The difference between a murderer and a soldier is a soldier gets a medal for killing people." He was thrown in prison and he rotted there for another two years before he was approached by someone high up in the DoD.
They gave him a way out, work for them and do what he does best for him and make a lot money and a clean break. Or sit there and rot in prison for perhaps the rest of his life. He took them up on their offer and soon found himself being shipped to an African country to destabilize the region so they could bring peace to it.
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