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Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka & Zel-Ghin

Mema-Ka finally caught up with his brother, who has strolled on ahead away from Sparks and deeper into the hangar area.

"We should take the time to get to know everyone in the squad. I would have liked to spoken to the one that were with us with the lieutenant, but it seems he didn't come with us to the hangar. What a pity." Mema-Ka said softly, his gaze wandering to the various other frames in the hangar.

"That guy seemed like trouble if I ever saw it. Heh. I do hope our squad have at least a cute girl or two. So far we've just met two guys. How dull." Zel-Ghin blew some air through his mouth, taking out his lolipop for abit, then tossed a glance to his taller brother.

"Regardless if they are male or female, we should make certain to getting to know each and everyone of them if we are going to win this war, we need capable allies. Aid them where we can so that they will become stronger. There's a rot in this world that needs to be dealt with after all, before it consumes everything. We cannot win this war just the two of us." Mema-Ka smiled softly, he reached his right hand up to his chin in thought.

"As you heard. I might get a private meeting with the Lieutenant later. That is some initial good fortune for our stay here. I shall ask her some questions which are very prudent to know the answers to, providing ofcourse she knows the answer to them. So you may possibly have to be on your own for at least one evening and possibly night." The forest green haired young man said in a soft tone of voice, his eyes wandering away from the framewerks.

"These creations to wage war. They are similar to something don't you think?" He turned his head to Zel-Ghin.

"Heh. Now when you mention it. Yes." Zel-Ghin replied in a slightly amused manner, his lolipop slipping back into his mouth as he put his hands at the back of his neck, his fingers interlocking with each other as he stretched his back abit.

"As for the borderline E-sized lieutenant, I didn't think she were your style. Perhaps I don't know everything about you after all, brother. In my case, I want to go and find someone whose a lot of fun myself. But we should probably check out those simulator machines." He gave an amused smirk before laughing out loud, causing Mema-Ka to stop in his tracks momentarily before answering.

"You are indeed correct, little brother. Perhaps I have a few traits you have yet to fully discern. But you don't strike me as worried for that training matter. Then again. When have you ever?" Mema-Ka stated as he resumed walking.

"That's because I ain't. I would hate steamrolling through whatever program they put us into. It's probably not going to compare with the hardest difficulty in space invaders 34. If it does… then we are about to have a good time. You remember who you are talking with right, brother?" He slid his hand into his jacket and took out the handheld video game again and began to play as they went ahead on their walk. Mema-Ka gave a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. Soon they would likely encounter more of the squad, the taller of the twins was looking forwards to it very much so.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

What the heck just happened? One moment he was acting, next moment some woman had pried open the door then he was being the target of what he could recognize as a Taekwondo kick. He had spent gods know how many hours watching martial arts videos, that he could identify most martial art styles by watching how their bodies moved. The woman had seem very precise. Griff didn't try to dodge the incoming blow, he was too wrapped up in seeing martial arts happening right in front of him, and was curious how hard a hitter she actually were. Besides he had a thick skull! But she stopped her kick right before landing it.

'Huh? What? What did it try to tell him? Oh she's a machine? If it talks like one it has to be one. Probably a sparring bot! Man! I thought it was real martial arts for a moment. Boy did that trick me. Eh? Where's the ga- Oh she's being carried away. Did that robot just call her a child?' A grin formed on his lips as he began to laugh out loud, his both hands planted by his waist. "She called her a child! Her child? So her mother is a robot? Cool. That explains why she didn't get my situation. Computers are dumb. Ah man! I better get the heck out of here and to my private quarters, good thing I got a good shoulder for bashing a door in. Thank goodness for being human."

Griff looked outside the room and made a run for his private quarters. Wasn't there someplace important they were supposed to be anyhow?

Somehow he had made it out of so many deathtraps for the day. 'One more proof that when there's trouble! Use your head, tackle it head-on!' He mentally cheered himself on.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

"Ouch! My hand- Why you!" He gritted his teeth, with drawing his hand momentarily to have a look at it. Then she began to scream, which made Griff blink but keep his grip. 'Pervert? What? Where? Wait a mom- How dare you call me that!' He thought quickly, he had not been so insulted since… since… he couldn't quite remember. Creep? Him? Well wasn't creeping something that tigers did before pouncing on a prey? Creeping and crouching. That part was right at least. Unless.. she meant in the creepy alien bug way. His ears perked up on hearing someone on the other side of the door.

'Ah shit!' Then as Serah screamed for help he placed his hand over her mouth again. How dared she lie! He was just putting his hand on her mouth not everywhere. But he needed to explain things quickly or some other woman would get the wrong idea. Why did people have to misunderstand everything! He had no choice. He had been given ten seconds, he had to tell the long story in a short way.

"Okay listen! I accidentally walked into the wrong shower-room after having trained in the brig after old geezer's lesson, some dumb girls came in and I hid, then one of them stole my bag with clothes! I got shampoo in my face and a headache about make-up and clothing! Now I am stuck with this and everyone will know! I beg you, my pride as a warrior is on the line! Help me. Help me! I do anything! Anything! Please help a fellow athlete out! I own you! I mean owe you! I didn't mean to grab- Oh shi-" He spoke as quickly and hushed as he could before completely releasing her and shoved a paper into her hands. "Pretend we are rehear- fuck it. We are actors!" He pressed his hands together in a begging motion before picking up a paper with some weird symbols on them. He thought it could possibly be numbers. Not math. Not now. The situation was bad enough as it were.

"Oh Hamle- ancelot! How he punched and slammed the stupid door...uhh.. so he could ride away on his stupid... fourlegged animal with Guin- whatever the heck nerd guy's frame is called! Ohoh hah!" Griff placed one hand upwards pointing to the ceiling as if it were the sky, he raised his leg up on a chair and held the paper in the other. Throwing a final glance to Serah, his eyes begging for her to play along. He had always wanted a shot at acting like they did in wrestling, but this was completely different and there was no one to tag out with. 'Come on! Small cute girl whose name I can't remember!' He mentally called out. 'I am sending tele- phonetic- pathetic waves to your mind!'

@Ammokkx

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

"Watch where you are walk- Ah?" Griff blinked as he had managed to sneak out in his new attire, gracing the first empty corridor with his abs fully on display just to have someone bump into him. Seriously were people blind? How hard were it to watch where you would walk? Then again… he had entered the wrong shower room. But surely that wasn't his fault. Right? His face grew abit red when he saw who it were. 'It's the cute looking little trainee in weightlifting need! Shit!' He cursed inside his head as he decided on his next finely chosen words as Serah was addressing him by his actual name? Were she also to tell it was indeed him? "Don't be stupid! It's not me." He gritted his teeth together and tightened his hands into fists the more she was laughing.

'If I knock her out she might forget what she saw. But… no self respecting warrior would hit a woman. WHAT SHOULD I DO?!' He lamented as he considered his options, the girl before him was laughing to such a degree that he wasn't sure if to blush or if his boilers were about to burst. Then he heard the words that made him decide on his course of action, and he was all about action. The cute little girl was going to tell Elora, who was basically his disciple after the great fighting tournament. He didn't care if Ken simply called it training or sparring or whatnot. Stupid star fist fake kung-fu. Boxing was the path to enlightenment. Take enough punches to the head and you become invincible.

But it wasn't just Elora she would tell, but Aura... who the heck was Aura? Wasn't aura some spirit mumbo jumbo stuff? She was going to tell everyone that she had seem him in this attire, in a girl attire. Well, he had to admit it actually could have been alot worse, the short shirt really accentuated his abs- but that was beyond the point!

The blond sprung into action the moment she turned around, there was no chance in hell she would get away from him! Cardio was one of his strongest traits! He ran after her, she was quick, surprisingly so but Griff went all gears and caught up, stretched out his left hand over her mouth and the other grabbing her arms as he joinked her into what appeared to be the closest room nearby and closed the door, still holding her grabbed with hand over her mouth and the other grabbing her arms behind her back.

'AH! Why did I grab her?! Fuuu- Shit! What now? I need to somehow explain myself! What to do, what to do!' His mind scrambled as best as it could, scrambled as eggs. They were now in a dark room with alot of calculations on the walls. A math and science room. How typical. Just how bad could this day get.

'I need to explain to her about the situation at hand, that this has all been a big misunderstanding! That's right! But first I need to calm her down and tell her I didn't mean to do this! This stupid! Stupid cute girl showing up at the worst of times!' He cursed inside his head when he leaned in with his face towards her ear and shoulder.

"Just be quiet and stop resisting." He said in the most badass way he could, stern and serious. He saw it in a movie once where that happened and that line was used. Wait. Wasn't that something the villain did? Oops. 'She is really struggling? What to do? Maybe singing would work? It does calm down wild animals I heard. But I am not a singer… ARGH CRAP! She is making my hand all moist- Oh I was holding it over the mouth and nose...' He removed the hand momentarily from her mouth and nose as he began to think of his next course of action.

What in the world was the next right course of action?

@Ammokkx

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

Man on a mission.

The blond warrior's brain was going full speed ahead, he had to come up with a plan, a master plan. The doors to the individual showers had it's glass be made in some material which made it all seem foggy. 'Shoddy Terra-mian creation no doubt… allright that should give me some cover. But my muscular body and wide shoulders! They will be able to tell for sure! Think Griff! Think!' He tapped his forehead in thought until he felt a sense of enlightenment hit him, if he turned slightly he could make himself only viewed in profile. That way they wouldn't be able to see how broad his shoulders were. And with his somewhat shoulderlong hair, he could definitely blend in like a sneaky cuttlefish. For a moment the physical training junkie felt like he could tackle the world with his head alone. A headbutt was a classy if painful move. Thank goodness he had trained years to make sure his head could take it.

Then he looked down his own body. 'Ah shit! I totally forgot about that!' Dread overtook him. His masterfully crafted plan to simply turn his body slightly to put himself in profile view wasn't waterproof. He still had his shampoo bottle, he held it into one of his hands, making sure the shadowy shape seen through his shower stall was making it appear as if he was constantly holding it in his left hand. 'I knew I should have gotten a bigger bottle!' He lamented as he took his disguise, seeing two silhuettes pass by his stall and enter the adjacent ones.

Then came the giggles and the gossip.

'Stop! Stop talking about magazines about make-up! Stupid dresses! Ahhh! Griff! Focus on the martial kings of past! Block out all sounds! I am not listening!' He closed his eyes and looked upwards, causing the water from the shower head to fall right down into his nose, causing him to cough. That causes immediately silence from the other two stalls.

"Whose there?"

"Ah... I mean- It's Emira, I am totally sick.. sorry. Aha hah!" He said in the lightest way he could make his voice and coughed softly into his hand. 'Shit! That was close as hell! Dodged an uppercut right there! Brilliant dodging man!' His eyes glimmered and sparkled, he could hear one of the women on the other side of the thin wall.

"Oh! Right! Emira? You do sound really awful!" The first of them said in a tone which made the blond grab his chest with his free hand before it tightened into a fist. 'Why you little featherweight-' He mentally lashed out in irritation, his left hand squeezed together really hard as he raised both arms up abit. The ray of shampoo came flying through the air like a very dangerous projectile. He had headshotted himself with his bottle. "Ah!" He called out as he felt the sting in his eyes, dropping the bottle which slid right under his side of the stand into one of the adjacent ones. He bent down to pick it up quickly, hitting his head into the stall as his foot slipped from all the excess shampoo having fallen down his muscular form.

'Aooow! Fuc- Fuckin' shit! My eyes! My head! My knee! Uh oh..' His eyes flickered open as the water cleared them of the shampoo, the person in the other stall was holding her hand under the stall into his with his shampoo bottle.

"Are you okay?! Did you fall?" The same voice again. Yep. That was definitely not a guy.

"Aha! Oh yeah- I- I just s-slipped! How clumsy of me!" He did his best to alter his voice, even as he felt like dying inside, reaching down to take the bottle from the hand. "Thanks!" He said in his usual voice. Then panicked and softly coughed "Thankies! Hihi." He quickly added and then pressed his face against the non glass wall. 'Kill me now. This can't get any worse than this...' He cursed in his own head.

Then it happened.

"Do you need help with washing your back?" The voice was heard again from the other side of the wall.

'Idiot! Who the hell needs help with that! Stupid! I am a warrior damn you! Don't put me into the same class as those damn civilians!' He mentally recoiled and tightened his hand into a fist as if he wanted to punch something. But then he realized he had to answer. "Aha no no! I am all-rightie! Aha!" He said and did his best to giggle and then dragged his hand down from his forehead down his face. 'Besides... my back would require at least two of those small featherweights to soap up. Oh yeah! Look at those back abs!' He suddenly felt a surge of hope, where did it come from? He had no idea, but the two women in the stalls were seemingly done and were leaving.

'About damn time! Just how much things do they have to soap in?! Ehh... I need to get out of here.' He carefully opened the glass door and peeked outside, his blonde hair slightly over his face, he scurried over to his towel. They had not stolen it. At least they were no thieves. He really hated cowardly thieves. He recall hearing about Terrainian's stuffing stuff under their wings in the stores. Those pesky little thieves. How in the world...s.... could he trust one of those? They were sneaky and underhanded. I mean, how could those guys with the anti-alien signs have gotten it wrong? They looked just like him, but less beefy, and less of alot. Well... at least they were human.

The blond wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into the locker room, the two adversaries of the female kind had seemingly left. The coast was clear. 'Why is it called that? Since when have any coast been clear? There's shells and sand all over the place if one is to trust the pictures.' He thought to himself, maybe someday he would get to know the truth himself by seeing the ocean... well... any ocean. For now looking at the water in a bathtub with a rubber duck would have to suffice.

He was about to reach for his bag when he heard the door being opened again.

'SHIT!' He moved and pressed himself into a locker meant for storing mops and cleaning tools, he watched as a short young woman moved back into the lockerroom to take her bag that she seemed to have forgotten before leaving, she took the green bag and headed back outside. The blond young man sighed of relief and went out of the closet. The locker. Whatever.

He scurried over to his bag. Those damn girls had moved it. Well at least they didn't look inside. "That was close." He said and exhaled, opening the bag.

"Eh?" He pulled out what he could only describe to be looking like a double slingshot, a pair of shorts which seemed to have shrunk… and changed colour… and... 'What the devil is thi- Oh craaaaaap-' He grabbed unto his hair and pulled with both hands, he had been bamboozled, he had been robbed. Those girls had made off with his bag and left their own. How could this happen? He wasn't some dumb guy! This was like one of those shows he hated where the guy was dense as a brick and some girls were always picking on him, despite clearly not knowing anything about weightlifting! He looked at the clothing left behind. If he would remain the girls would return with his bag... or worse yet return without it and with it the Lieutenant.

There was a name for a situation like this. He had heard about it before. This was what it meant to be.

Fucked.

He sighed and took out the shirt and whatever else he could find. 'Come of Griff! Dignity is within. Focus! See it as a mountain you must climb to reach elevated kung-fu mastership.' He mentally chanted as he began to dress... as well as he could.

Well at least the clothes smelled better than his. Some girls just got ripped off. With that knowledge he allowed himself a victory chuckle.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka & Zel-Ghin

"The Guinevere. A name from an ancient tale I believe. Wife of a ruler, lover to a knight. Does that means you are the ruler or the knight, Sparks?" Mema-Ka smiled softly before shaking his head to his own question.

Do forgive my attempt at jesting. You are correct in that both mine and my brother's framewerk are using that very system you call Kattai. It would likely have not been possible would we not bear the connection we do. When you understand another being as well as you know yourself, that is when you can make the most of this system. I am looking forwards to seeing how closely attuned you are to Guinevere, perhaps you will someday find someone you resonate with to adopt the Kattai system for yourself. The key to that lies in understanding. Know someone's heart and soul, and you will be very close to attaining it. What is the role for Guinevere in battle?" Mema-Ka nodded his head softly, while he wanted to speak longer with each individual pilot, he felt it was more prudent right now to meet each and everyone of them.

"We should get going brother. There's still other pilots we need to check out." Zel-Ghin said in a slightly eager manner, lolipop in his mouth as he began to walk ahead expecting his older twin to join him. Standing around talking about the framewerks or old tales were not amongst the things he found interesting.

"Do excuse us however Sparks, we would like to familiarize ourselves with the other pilots before we have to train. No doubt we shall have further opportunity to converse more later." Mema-Ka placed one hand over his chest, then slowly moved the same hand into a salute. There were plenty of things do do. He expected to hear something from the Lieutenant later, he had some particular things which he intended to ask her. First over dinner, and then if she would be willing he could lead her to the small park on the ship. An ideal spot in his opinion to discuss philosophies and other things. A promising start, more promising than their creation either way.

Mema-Ka waited long enough to hear what Sparks would say, even answering if there were questions, but soon after he would continue along his way following his younger brother who had already strolled further ahead.

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Mema-Ka & Zel-Ghin

Regardless of the lieutenant's answers, the dynamic duo would salute and excuse themselves from her and Bug's company, chosing to take the scenic route over to the hangar section to inspect their framewerks and that of the other pilots. Mema-Ka walked first, his hands down and his walk smooth and proper almost like an officer in the army would. His younger brother walking behind him holding unto his handheld video gaming device, he was playing a game so old none would ever remember it even existing. Space invaders 34. He bit his lip as he began to fight the boss of the level he had gotten to.

Meanwhile Mema-Ka inspected the various other machines that lined up the hangar. There were as many different designs as there were dreams in the world. But is a dream just a dream? He smirked softly then he stopped in his tracks as he spotted a young man ahead in blue hair. With no further ado, he walked ahead on confident steps.

"Quite menacing aren't they? These tools of war." He said it in a matter of fact manner, soft but the echoing hangar amplified it abit. "You must be one of the pilots then? I am Mema-Ka Ezquess Degadraz. Pilot of the white beast you see there. The Raptor. An ordinary name for a not so ordinary machine. The one behind me is my younger twin brother. Zel-Ghin Mizqess Degantes. He is the pilot of the purple and red framewerk over there. 5Q-U1 Type D. Squid that is." Mema-Ka said in a pleasant tone of voice and held out his white gloved hand towards Sparks, offering the young man a handshake. Waiting to see if he would take it.

"Nak! Nak degalza!" Zel-Ghin said aloud behind him as something apparently didn't go too well with his videogaming boss fight.

"Zel-Ghin. Gadra zentra." Mema-Ka spoke out to his younger brother in a more stern tone but nontheless polite manner, seemingly calling him to attention to the scene before them. Zel-Ghin looked up and without protest put the gaming device into his jacket and approached and held up his hand in a lazy salute.

"Danz. Mema-Ka Zo. Pleasure is all mine. Pilot." He said and then reached into his other jacket pocket, taking out a lolipop and putting it into his mouth. Then for a moment considering tossing the wrapper on the floor, before feeling his connection to his brother that it would not be the right place for that.

"Forgive us. We are speaking our home language of colony Melta-Zole. We are from a region in space they call the outer sector." Mema-Ka explained and smiled softly, his head tilting slightly to the side.

@shylarah

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka & Zel-Ghin

Mema-Ka stood with his boots lined up perfectly, his hand raised in a salute. His younger twin brother held one hand in his jacket and the other in a lazy salute to Ritsu.

"Do forgive the late arrival Lieutenant. You have our outmost gratitude for finding the time to receive us. I am looking forwards to working together with you closely, Lieutenant Kaname. We have already left our belongings as the designated private quarters and partaken in some of the training albeit not alongside the other pilots." He said in a soft tone of voice, his eyes having wandered over her and spotted the nametag on her uniform.

"In regards to questions, I would just ask for directions to the other pilots of this squad so we may familiarize ourselves with our fellow pilots. While alot of focus is put on the framewerks themselves, it's ultimately the pilot in them that matters the most. A single man or woman can be difference between victory and defeat, like the one who brought humankind together as a whole. Some things are started by individuals. We shall surely make our own history, Lieutenant. Perhaps you would be willing to have dinner later if your schedule allows for such? It would be an honor to know more of the one holding all of this together. No pressure of course~" [Silver-Tongued Devil] The purple eyed taller of the twins said softly, his white gloved hand tracing up his chest and to his collar, adjusting it a bit before placing his hand on his chest and giving her a slow wink, saluting a final time waiting for her to reply.

His eyes kept locked with Lieutenant Kaname for abit longer than necessary before his eyes moved to inspect the other young man which had joined them. The more the other man spoke the more he thought that was someone he had to give some old phrases to. Such as 'Curiousity killed the cat my friend...'

Zel-Ghin had remained quiet, his eyes having wandered over to the other pilot with them, the silver-blue haired young man who seemed to be about their age. He didn't yet know what to make of him. Something about the guy made him feel The younger of the twins didn't bother as much as listening to what the lieutenant said, his brother would surely brief him all he needed to do later either way. But he couldn't help but snicker in a way that left no sounds at hearing Bug's question, concealing his amusment with his previously saluting hand. A shared bath would have been an amusing thing. Not that he would be getting away with kissing someone in it with his older brother or this guy there however. While his older brother was busy trying to arrange a private meeting with the lieutenant, Zel-Ghin's thoughts landed on what possible other pilots there would be and what framewerks they would pilot.

Perhaps one of them would enjoy a game or two in a videogame or perhaps if there was indeed a shared bath some relaxing in steamy water. Perfect for kissing if there were privacy. He bit his lower lip.

"No questions..." Zel-Ghin gave a salute with a smirk on his lips, his back stiffening slightly then tossing another glance to Bug, his both hands sliding into his jacket pockets.

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Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka

Name: Mema-Ka Ezqess Degadraz
Gender: Male

Appearance

Appearance:

(Mema-Ka has forest-green haircolour his brother has teal-green colour.)
Pilot Type: Gifted Pilot
Age: 18
Background Potentials:

- Twin Soul
- Silver tongued Devil
- Supporter

Perks:

- Athletic
- Proficient: Playing the piano

Personality: Mema-Ka is calm, perceptive and calculating. He speaks very calmly, like he were trying to hypnotise you with his very words. He might come across as distant or cold at times, or that he is a dreamer. But he often brings up emotional matters, even if he visually doesn't seem as affected by it. He enjoys speaking about philosophy and psychology and humanity as a whole. He prefers speaking with women before men and enjoys playing the piano or reading books. He very seldom lashes out in anger, and when he does it is done with still a sense of control. He carries himself with a straight back, his movements elegant as if he were a dancer in a waltz. His movement is very smooth and his words seem to follow one another like he's reciting a poem or a great manuscript. Mema-Ka often dresses in a double-buttoned military longcoat when not inside of his framewerk, the young man has eyes that look slightly sleepy and he has a soft smile often on his lips. Unlike his younger twin brother, Mema-Ka is very orderly and likes keeping his uniform in standard and top shape, including his boots and belt. He often keeps track on his younger brother who is the more impulsive of the two, where Zel-Ghin is emotion and making things up on the spot, Mema-Ka is a strong believer in control and intution, when it all comes down to it, if his gut feeling is telling him something he goes with it. He very seldom gets into physical confrontations and try to avoid them if possible, even trying to mediate between others when there are arguments. His brother sometimes teasing others to get something started hardly helps, but Mema-Ka is the one calling the shots of the siblings.

If his brother has done anything to warrant a reprimand he will give it, but he will also be the guy to speak up when someone is unjustly dealt an unfair hand. He seems to have a strong favorism towards underdogs and those who may be considered as meek. He acts as someone far older and wiser for his age. He very seldom joke or tease others, but it can happen if he finds a situation too amusing to not comment on. He likes having the last word in discussions, unlike his younger brother who is unbothered about someone else having the last word in an argument. Mema-Ka likes playing tragic sounding melodies on a piano whenever able, he also seems fond of looking out into space from a window. For physical training he prefers to dance, wrestling (in a very unorthodox manner) and fencing.

Background: Most of Mema-Ka and Zel-Ghin's backgrounds are covered in mystery, having been selected to be unwilling participants in an enhancement program upon conception. Neither one of them knows what genetic code flows through their veins. Colony Melta-Zole had plans to commit rebellion against the Galactic Federation, but such attempts were crushed in it's infancy. Thankfully for the two twins they were spared when one of the scientists of the project chose to destroy the facility in which they spent the majority of their youth, she then fled with the twins claiming they were her own to avoid any outside suspicions. What the twins know about their past is that they were created to be weapons, at least one of them were, the other were expendable. Ambitious people with power and wealth had gotten information regarding a particular project which in turn had inspired others to try tread in the very same steps. No matter the costs.

What is known is that both of the twins were taken to the military academy after their adoptive mother had died from an illness, where they began to develop more of their own, while still remaining closely connected their personalities drifted in two different directions.

Missing People: A scientist he simply know as "Mother".
Additional information: Plays the piano.

Zel-Ghin

Name: Zel-Ghin Mizqess Degantes
Gender: Male
Appearance:

(Zel-Ghin has teal-green hair and his brother Mema-Ka has forest-green haircolour)
Pilot Type: Gifted Pilot
Age: 18
Background Potentials:

- Twin Soul
- Warrior
- Genetically engineered

Perks:

- Athletic
- Enhanced uniform: Videogame installed and music player.

Personality: When out of his machine, Zel-Ghin is usually found playing a handheld video game or listening to some music via headphones. He often walks with his hands in his pockets, and likes to tear off the arms of almost every attire that he wears save for his pilot attire. He likes wearing cyberpunkish outfits and often wields padded fingerless gloves, some might think him a biker with how he seems to have a strong liking for leather jackets and boots. In a few formal situations he have been also known to wear a suit, but he quickly tries to go back to outfits he feel more at home in. His voice has a teasing tone to it and he laughs often, sometimes for things others might not even find funny. He also have no idea what personal space is, his own or that of others. Though he does seemingly not like to be touched like patted on the shoulder and would be very quick to slap peoples hands away, would he have not already backed away from them. His gaze is very often darting both left and right, being super aware of his surroundings, almost as if expecting someone to sneak up on him. He seems to have the easiest time to get along with characters that aren't confrontational and prefers speaking with women much like his brother, but unlike his twin he doesn't have his brother's patience or finesse when it comes to dealing with hotheaded or confrontational people. Zel-Ghin is very seldom the one to throw the first punch, but he can be the kind of guy to goad someone into throwing it. He is a person who lives in the here and now, whereof his slightly older twin seems to be more concerned with the future and the past.

Despite the differences with his brother, they are very synched with their movement and attacks, often Zel-Ghin leaves the planning to his brother, but he is often the first one to react to a situation. He isn't as patient as his brother aswell, but makes up for it by being more decisive, making up his mind very quickly about various things. He gives off the energy of a delinquent or a bad boy, but despite appearances and behaviour he is cunning, where his brother is the strategist, Zel-Ghin is the tactician. He does not want to give orders in battle and prefers leaving that to others, he's more interested in knowing what enemies that may be encountered. Perhaps a side effect from the times he has spent playing videogames. He does very often yell out what can be refered to as fighting game moves when defeating enemies. He is very often smirking and found leaning against a wall or object. He also have what could only be described as a kissing fetish. For physical training he prefers acrobatic training, running and kicking training dummies, especially roundhouse kicking them. He fights abit like a street fighter, but doesn't abide by a martial arts or know any moves of such.

Background:

Most of Mema-Ka and Zel-Ghin's backgrounds are covered in mystery, having been selected to be unwilling participants in an enhancement program upon conception. Neither one of them knows what genetic code flows through their veins. Colony Melta-Zole had plans to commit rebellion against the Galactic Federation, but such attempts were crushed in it's infancy. Thankfully for the two twins they were spared when one of the scientists of the project chose to destroy the facility in which they spent the majority of their youth, she then fled with the twins claiming they were her own to avoid any outside suspicions. What the twins know about their past is that they were created to be weapons, at least one of them were, the other were expendable. Ambitious people with power and wealth had gotten information regarding a particular project which in turn had inspired others to try tread in the very same steps. No matter the costs.

What is known is that both of the twins were taken to the military academy after their adoptive mother had died from an illness, where they began to develop more of their own, while still remaining closely connected their personalities drifted in two different directions.

Missing People: A scientist he simply know as "Mother".
Additional information: Trained in Meltra-Zak martial arts.

Zel-Ghin's framewerk

Framewerk Name: Squid (5Q-U1 Type D)
Appearance: (WIP)
Weight Class: Heavy (Armor at Heavy,
Framewerk Type: Frontliner (armor)
Primary Weapon Systems:

- Marker Light (Base)
- *Rocket hammer (see secondaries)
- Dual Acid Cannons (War)
- Particle Cannon (Gene)

Secondary Systems:
- Spider legs (Base) (Gives primary attack: Rocket Hammer on the legs themselves)
- Kattai (Free) Combine with other framewerk
- Repair drones (Age)
- Stargazer (Age)

Mema-Ka's framewerk

Framewerk Name: Raptor (R4-PT0 Type R)
Appearance: (WIP)
Weight Class: Heavy (Moves at Medium, higher in Henshin mode.)
Framewerk Type: Specialist (Speed)
Primary Weapon Systems:

- Marker Light (Base)
- *Laser blade via Multiple arms.

Secondary Systems:
- Multiple arms (Base) (Extra arms comes with Laser Blade)
- Kattai (Free) Combine with other framewerk
- Rocket Anchors (Age)
- Attack Drones (Age)
- Leaper (Supp)
- Henshin (Supp) (Able to turn into a jet and an inbetween mode of framewerk and a jet)

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

Again. It had happened again. Well at least this time he didn't punch the superior, fell over the captain's wife, entered the wrong shower room or broke a computer by slamming it's screen too many times with his helmet. Though in his own defense the computer was already broken, how else would it have refused to do his commands. He clearly clicked on the music file once and it didn't play. Some cheeky bastard, some underhanded nerd told him that he was supposed to double-click it. Griff had explained back then that he only double-tapped with weaponry or when trying to get two sodas out of the vending machine for the price of one.

His stay this time had been limited to approximately an hour, just enough time to go through his warm-up training for the day. It was by far a much better time to build up muscles than sit and get fed information about some weird bug creatures. They were bugs right? For a moment he stopped and pondered then gave a shrug, in the end it didn't matter what race they were, if they were going to mess with his team they were going down. He wasn't a racist after all, to him all creatures opposing humankind were legal targets to getting their asses kicked. Though if it were a bug person. It would no doubt allow for a harder kick. For a moment he thought he could see Minerva's face and her words came back to him. It caused him to grit his teeth and he tried to get his mind elsewhere, he decided to distract himself by imagining Minerva's abs. For a moment be felt heat on his face.

'Stupid! Stupid weightlifting!' He mentally lamented as he thought back on his insufferable defeat in the gym, even if performing better than Serah in Ken's lesson and beating Arrish aswell had made his mood much better. Then again. He didn't tell Ken that he thought his Star Fist style was inferior to his own boxing style. The best kind of kung-fu as far as he was concerned. But Ken was a big muscular hulk of a guy, he probably spent years training to get that beefy. Griff however felt a bit of pity. 'To train so many years for a bad fighting style! Pfft! The only spirit you need in battle is the fighting spirit! Not some stupid medi- whatever the heck that stupid stuff were.' He shook his head quickly as he made his way down the corridors, heading to his private room where he had secretly stashed one of the training dummies, even taking the liberty to use a hammer to hammer the screws into the floor. Screwdriver? Who needed such a thing. He was a strong young man, when in doubt… smash.

But he had already trained for now, he realized this was a good time to go to the showers and wash himself. He brought his bag with some clothes for change and a towel. He walked down the corridors and thought of the time passed since first arriving to the massive ship. Arrish had proven to be... according to Griff, a very simple minded man who only had one thing on his mind. Women. The blond shook his head. They were the bane of every male warrior no doubt, he wouldn't be caught in such a trap- Then again. He did realize that the greatest warriors in history had offspring. How did that happen unless? Shit. Maybe Arrish was unto something after all. And by the looks of it, the glasses wearing menace in the red hair had already asked out Elora on a date.

Griff pondered about it as he approached the two doors with the not commonly missed depictions that separated the women and the men's showers from each other. He rubbed his eyes abit, that reading session had really made him sleepy, pouring some water over his head would surely wake him up. The scent of the showers reached his nose as he went ahead and undressed in the locker room, putting his dirty clothing into a separate bag, flinging his towel over his shoulder.

Arrish seemed the type to be more into the Lieutenant types, but perhaps Griff had been too quick in casting judgement. Had be been rash? Him of all people? Perhaps for once he had been. Elora was easy on the eyes. Griff could agree on that. He nodded his head as he wandered into the shower room, hanging up his towel on a hook. He was alone there. Great. That meant no chatterbox of a person would talk his ears off, some people just had no idea when to be quiet.

'Elora' Griff thought as he added some shampoo to his hair. She had been a kind one, and was someone he could get along with. He liked her. She was cute. Though admitting that to her would make him a target for Arrish and make that guy smug about being right. That such a thing would happen. It might be too much to bear. Although Elora were no doubt a warrior-in-training unlike a true warrior like himself for certain! Unless she had some hidden skills that had evaded the sometimes perceptive blond. Minerva had more of a warrior style, she was pretty well trained and even beat him at- No. He had to cleanse his memory of the tragedy. He ruffled his own hair with the shampoo in anger.

But what if every warrior needed a legacy? He entered dangerous territory thinking of Minerva. If he would combine his genes with hers they could give rise to some super duper pilot probably and martial art champion and probably win any weightlifting tournament. Wasn't there some stupid bug creature that ate the male counterpart after-? His mind wandered when he was brought out from it by some sounds in the distance. It sounded like giggles and... voices belonging to a kind of creature he knew well enough to be dangerous. Had they made the walls between the shower rooms of lousy Terrain-ian made materials?

Oh no. Oh no indeed. He had rubbed his eyes in the corridor leading into the rooms and in his moment of self-reflection and greater understanding, the minor detail that was separating picking the right choice from the wrong had led him down a pathway few warriors of his kind ever returned from unscathed.

'Shiiiiiiiit! I entered the wrong shower room! Oh crap! Crap crap crap! Someone is on their way here!' His warrior senses of preservation and perserverence kicked in, he lunged for one of the few solo-showers which had a thin door and lock for them. He hurried inside and closed the door. Phew! He had dodged a bullet but this wasn't a moment to lower his guard. Shit! His towel hung on the hook out there so he couldn't make use of his acting skills to pretend to be a stupid girl! 'Damn it! How did this happen? I have to get out of here before someone notices. But how?! Wait. This is also an opportunity to eavesdrop. Maybe those girls are actually into my Framewerk more than Luvey Duvey's? Hah! That information would surely shatter him!' The blond plotted in the "brig" for the second time of the day.