Dragoknighte

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Should I wait for @knighthawk to post before replying? It seems he's busy atm. Maybe he sent a PM about leaving for a bit or something?

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Well my post is kinda wonky now. Guess that's what I get for not checking if anyone posted before hitting Post Reply.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

"Well Kat," Roger cut in, as he put out his cigarette by crushing the lit tip right into the wall, "you might want to just fix us all up, but wouldn't you agree it would be a lot easier to keep track of everyone if we were grouped up into small teams rather than one big chaotic mess? Just makes sense. I can't make you group up, but if the rest of us are in agreement that we should group ourselves into miniature squads, let me make a suggestion. There's nine of us, we split into three groups of three. Simple enough, eh? And if you don't mind, I have three broad roles we can group ourselves in for the purpose of figuring out our place in the team." Roger thrust out his left hand, only his index finger raised.

"The Point, or what you could call the lead man. You want this guy to generally be the most aggressive of the group, combat wise. The point is most likely going to be in the lead and facing enemies as close as they can get. Or something like that. Somebody acting as the Point ain't gotta have a 'balanced' Framewerk because they'll have the guaranteed support of their other two teammates who can shore up their weak points and make 'em more effective than they could be alone. Anybody focused on melee would probably fulfill this role best." Off handedly, he flicked away his spent cigarette, seemingly no longer interested in it. Next to his index finger, Roger raised his middle finger, forming a big V-shape.

"Then we have the second, somebody who can work well with the Point and help them succeed. A Second can build off the success of the point to be even more successful, as well as cover some weaknesses a point could have. An ideal Second works at a range similar to the point, but a bit further away. I'd say Yeager and I probably would do best as a Second. Kind of embarrassing to admit, but I ain't really got the experience to get out there and use my Frame's abilities to their best extent, and even if I did, Yeager ain't really got too much in the way of brute force. It'd be way more effective supporting another frame." Instead of raising his ring finger, Roger extended his thumb for 3, it was probably a planetary habit.

"And last there's the Anchor. The Anchor should either be a Framewerk that could fight perfectly well on its own, or work from such a range that complements both the Point and Second. You hold the team down, helping out both the Point and Second do their job. I'd say Snipers, Artillery-types, Pure Supports and general purpose Framewerks would be the best ones for the job of Anchor, not to say that one Frame has to fill only one of these roles all the time." Roger blinked, realizing the volume of words that just came out of his moth at once. "Probably been rambling too long now. Anyways, that's just my suggestion for easily organizing since we don't have a lot of time to synchronize with each other. Nobody has to take it if they don't want to."

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Roger listened to everyone talk for awhile and then thought over it, flicking away accumulated ash at the end of his smoke. Thinking over it, the implication seemed heavily towards the "you guys will have to fight each other" sentiment, but their words could be interpreted as fighting something else. Perhaps a set of arms drones? Not all that likely, but possible.

But if they were fighting each other, the offered justifications for it still didn't match up. There are ways of learning the combat abilities of everyone else without pitting them in a highly imbalanced situation like a 9 way free for all. For instance, Yeager while being fast didn't have too much of an offensive punch, certainly not one that would be able to effectively pierce shields, and one guy mentioned his guns being able to tear off the limbs of other Framewerks easily. The communicated intent didn't match up with the orders at all. Roger bit down on the cigarette filter, taking another drag.

"I don't really think we should out n out refuse orders. Even if we are to valuable to just throw out, I don't think going against the first set of orders we're given will set a good precedent. Not to mention that it's not good to overestimate how important you are. If if comes down to it, I am going to follow orders, even if they don't make no sense." Roger paused for a beat to take another drag of his cigarette.

"In any case, I should probably introduce myself in more depth since everyone else is. Cadet Roger Rooney, 18. 'Fore I joined the PDF I was training to be a pilot in the Relos Cargo Delivery System, it's one of the most important jobs on the planet. The Yeager is a Medium-Heavyweight Framewerk of a white color. I'm fairly certain that out of all the Framewerks here, when it comes to pure speed it's the top, bar none.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

After the top brass left, Rooney pulled out a pack of cigs and his old lighter lighting a smoke before really looking at everyone in earnest. As he inhaled, the shaking of his hands stopped and the noise in his head quieted a bit. There were a few kids here, way more than he expected there to be (which would be 0). Maybe they were scouted for piloting Framewerks on their home planets before they were even old enough to consider joining the military. Maybe other planets had lower age limits for doing this stuff. Or perhaps the PDF stopped giving a damn about ethics and child labor when it came to battling the Cruxi. Either way, it really didn't matter anymore.

"Roger Rooney. I pilot Yeager." Not very well yet, but that was beside the point. He'd barely gotten ahold of the basics of moving the damn thing competently before getting shoved here. Did everyone have as little preparation as himself, or was it a potluck? Knowing his luck, everyone had years of practice and could work a Framewerk with their eyes shut. Well, everyone but the girl bawling her eyes out. She didn't look fit to recite a play in front of a class of teenagers, let alone pilot a Framewerk in the war. Rooney took another drag of his cigarette.

"So something's been bothering me. This test makes not a lick of sense. We're supposed to be working together as a team, right? Then why have us fight against one another for some leadership position? I get that it's good if we know what one another can do, but by making our first real interaction a cutthroat competition, we'll only be more disposed to hate each other. Not to mention that fightin' ability don't translate to being a good leader." Another drag of his cigarette. "Really seems like the worst way to introduce us, really."

Howdy howdy

Oh hey. My actions seem to have created larger waves than I anticipated.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

So should I wait to be given a name or can I just go ahead and post?

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Rooney

Name: Roger Rooney
Appearance:
Gender: M
Age: 18
Experience: 63.5%
Synchronization Rate: 86%
Personality: Roger is very serious basically all the time. Even when he’s happy. He lacks a sense of humor, but he’s not really a stick in the mud. Just that if you make a joke he either won’t get it or not find it funny. At times aggressive and impetuous, but hey, that’s most teenaged boys. Does well under physical and mental pressure, not so much social pressure. Does not know how to talk to women his own age. A bit thoughtless with his words.
Background: Roger is from what you’d call the Space Boonies. His homeworld is a place covered in mountains with little in the way of arable lands, and less in the way of travel between different settlements. To properly live, a complex system of plane transports had to be set up. To be a pilot, you had to be elite, able to keep a level head while navigating through dangerous mountain passes at high speeds. Quick reflexes for reacting to parts of the environment hidden in clouds and a steady hand to avoid overdoing it.

Roger had always wanted to be one of these pilots, it was a dangerous job, but it was an exciting job, and they were the heroes of the planet. Books and tv shows were written about them more than anyone else. Luckily for Roger, he was scouted as a potential candidate rather early on. However, when he turned 17, he dropped out of the training to become a pilot to join the army before he could actually be taught to pilot the planes, which in hindsight probably would give a lot of important experience for dealing with a framewerk.
Notable Deaths: Roger’s Aunt Nancy (dad’s youngest sister) was enlisted as a military medic and treated the wounded and sick for years. 2 years ago, the ship she was stationed on was destroyed in a skirmish with the Cruxi.
Other things: If there is anything else you believe needs sharing, do so here.

Yeager

Framewerk Code Name: X-1106 C1 “Yeager”
Appearance:
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Number of Framewerk Systems: 1+1
Signature Weapon System: Yeager’s main systems are not some form of weapon like most Framewerks. It’s primary systems are boosters. These boosters allow Yeager to travel at ludicrous speeds (he’s gone to plaid!), should they be activated. To increase ease of mobility, Yeager has a set of fins all over its body that be adjusted to increase/decrease drag and subtly alter flight paths when the boosters are active.
Secondary Weapon System: Yeager is outfitted with a handheld machinegun with a targeting computer built in to facilitate aiming at high speeds.
Weight Class: Medium. If all the possible weights of Framewerks were mapped out on a 12 point scale with 3 being the heaviest a Light machine could be, 6 being the heaviest a Medium frame can be, 9 being the high end of heavy and 12 being something akin to an aircraft carrier of mechs, this would be about a 6. The bulk required to withstand the stress induced by the Primary Booster gives Yeager a much higher defense than would be anticipated, but with little room for offensive installments.
Special Ability: N/A

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

I figured this is a bad idea if my sole goal is to survive unscathed. But I like gambling more than is healthy. And I tend to go all or nothing. This is kind of a gamble character. Go all in even though my hand only has a pair of 4s.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

Location: The Wilderness around the Road North of Salarn
Interacting with: Nobody

Cyneburg was walking through the forest as a black bear. It was a bit easier to get around as a bear in forests like this, their strong paws allowing them to climb rather easier compared to her humanoid form. Furthermore, it just felt good to be a bear. It didn't matter the variety of bear, you were big, strong and warm, no matter how windy it got. And as a bear you can still eat basically anything you can as a human. She didn't really know where she was going, but hey, it's not really wandering if you know where you're headed.

She stopped to nibble on some nearby berries before looking around. She smelled smoke. Must be getting pretty close to civilization, either a road or town. In either case, it was probably a bad idea to remain a bear. People either fled or attacked if she walked in as a bear (sometimes it's easy to forget you're a bear). It'd been a month or two since she had had a good conversation and a cooked meal, and after she thought about it for a minute, she decided it would be worth a shot to change forms and try to find these people. And as good as it was to be a bear, having opposable thumbs was also pretty good.

What was the bear melded into a smaller shape before becoming erect, emerging from the form was a light brown woman, clad in a deerhide mantle, an opaque green veil hiding the lower half of her face. But all her clothes and belongings were maladjusted. This always happened whenever she stayed in an animal form for long periods of time. She'd have to fix her clothes because they never readjusted properly. After a few minutes of huffing and puffing, everything was put back into the place it should be. Luckily it was rather easy to find the road from where she was, and it only took a bit of remembering to determine the location of the people. It was starting to get dark, which wouldn't be much of an obstacle for her, but a lot of humans and elves got jumpy in the dark, so she mentally checked to be careful and try not to unintentionally sneak up on whoever was there.