Fallenreaper

Mass Effect: Borealis

If you two get turian space jizz all over the ship, I swear by the spirits you clean it up with your tooth brushes. :[

@Dervish

They will get a room, I promise. :p

Mass Effect: Borealis

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I don't doubt it. I'm just nervous in general, like I hope it's not painfully obvious this is my first go.

Ho boy that sounds hella sad for Vellios. hella baggage I mean it'll make for an interesting mix up. :) It sounds like a lot of the characters submitted come from varied backgrounds from good, half decent to really bad. Yay variety.

@DearTrickster

You'll be fine, worrying over it isn't going to help. Worse that happens, you don't get accepted. It doesn't mean anything as maybe the PC wasn't suitable for the cast, which partly is my worry about Vellios. He seems like the Terminator which isn't true. He can and will most likely take damage when he gets reckless, but he also will try to limit it. He's also got extremely lucky and charismatic, his wording and phrasing makes you want to trust him some times. Whether you do is another matter. XD

I think Vellios' history was the worst, though I've not read all of them, followed by Kasy's and a few others. It's actually a surprised he's not completely insane when you find out more about his history, namely the details I've purposely left out on Haides, his family, and more. Long as things keep interesting though, he'll make sure the most boring thing you do happens when you die of a ripe old age. However, become boring for several years... yeah, he'll make sure to 'color' your life.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper
Gonad is quick to approach even if there is no hurry. Berserkers don't have much patience!

@Doc Doctor

That's what I assumed, but I've been known to be wrong. Thank you for clearing that up! Though it also depends on the Berserker variety too.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Fallenreaper Yeah, Dex isn't tied down to any relationships so we'll have to see.

Also SUPER NERVOUS.

@DearTrickster

Relax, @Rtron, @Dervish & @Sundered Echo can vouch I'm fun to work with when it comes to stuff like that. So don't sweat it. First lets wait until we see if we're approved first than go from there. As for Vellios, he was actually married, had two kids, and was happy as hell. Then unfinished business decided to turn up at his home while he was away and family got slaughtered sadly. Let's hope it doesn't turn up..again, hehee. :P

Mass Effect: Borealis

My Hider

Name: Dexuret Noratus (Dex)

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Race: Turian

Sex: Female She/Her

Age: 36 Born in 2140 CE.

Class: Infiltrator (Operative). Pilot specialization frigates, cruisers and shuttles.

Appearance: Dex stands at a tall 6’3 a smile not far from stretching her mandibles. Her face is a rather light grey, while her carapace is a dark grey. She proudly has dark green triple spirals tattooed along her mandibles that end just under her eyes. Dark shades of green and spiral patterns for facial tattoos are unique to her home world Taetrus. She has light honey brown eyes, inherited from her father. Her build in muscle is seen mostly within her shoulders and back. Keeping her organic arm strong to match her mechanical one. Scars can also be seen stretching out from underneath the steel. Her mechanical arm has been apart of her for ten years. Her current model is about three years old obvious wear and tear scuffmarks show for its age. To match her facial tattoos she has had dark green spirals stencilled from shoulder to wrist. The tendons can be seen beneath the smooth plating. With her armour the mechanical arm fits into the sleeve. She decided early on not to weigh it down with its own armour plating.


Background: Dexuret was the 1st born of 4 children. As a child she had a deep interest in theatre art. She dreamt one day after she finished her military duty to join an acting troupe on Palaven. Her parents, Talera Noratus and Hazill Noratus, however had their hopes to push her into a political path. They openly supported separation from the Hierarchy. They constantly pushed for independence within the realm of law. They filled Dex’s head with ideas that freedom is when Taetrus would truly spread it’s wings to fly. They were due for a cultural renaissance. In reality, every year the violent clashes of extremists and the Hierarchy grew more frequent. It gave Dex an idealistic view of the separatists.

At 15 years she was shipped off to the military, typical for Turians. Her outgoing personality won her fast friends while in boot camp. Theatre was still one of her main interests but after stepping onboard a cruiser orbiting the planet; she fell in love with piloting. She no longer saw herself on a billboard for a musical but in the pilot’s seat.

Not the best student, she often passed tests with no problem while having difficultly completing homework. Her incredible eye for detail was an asset recognized early. Her parents still pushed for political studies while Captain Vibitina Indmus encouraged her to study to be a star ship pilot. Dex idolized Captain Indmus, a female Turian commanding her own ship and crew.

When the Relay 314 Incident broke across the networks in 2157 Dex was immediately terrified she would be drafted in the fighting. Thankfully due to her age she was spared. The incident only lasted a few months, though rumours spread like wildfire about the new race referred to as humanity.

At 19 she joined Captain Indmus’s crew on the ISS Fade slowly earning her way to the cockpit. Dex soaked up every aspect of serving on the ISS Fade. From navigation to communications she loved it.

Her training progressed well, she moved onto serving under different captains from frigates to cruisers. Each vessel had her work the co-pilot spot or navigation. With each transfer she came closer and closer to being the main pilot. At 24 her future seemed bright. Her parents were proud of her. Her siblings looked up to her.

While she had returned to serve on the ISS Fade, Captain Indmus was forced to guide the ship out of FTL to avoid some space debris. It was a trap that lured them into a pirate’s net. The pirates boarded the ship maiming every crewmember in their way. Dex was caught off guard to the attack then took a shotgun shot at point blank range to her shoulder. Struggling to reach a terminal she sent out a distress signal in hopes she’d at least live to see another day. Passing out she woke to Taetrus extremists patching her up attaching a prosthetic arm to her shoulder. The extremists were the closest available and dispatched the pirates.

Dex had recognized some of the extremists, they were neighbours and key members of the community. Unlike her parents, these separatists used blunt action and violence to achieve their ends. Dex didn’t view them as extremists just people willing to do everything in their power to achieve freedom.

The medic patching her up was named Jorick Demanga. He was an ex-military medic at the age of 30. Making him, at the time, about 6 years older than Dex. While he was an accomplished medic he continued his studies, with hopes to specialize in prosthetic engineering. Jorkick promised Dex he’d see her through her painful year of rehabilitation. He had kind green eyes and gentle hands. His dark green spirals were centered above his forehead down to his chin.

Feeling indebted to the extremists she offered to do anything to repay them. At first they only asked for her to pass on some information regarding another Captain. It simply snowballed from there, the more Dex provided the more they needed. She became exceptionally good at spying. She learned how to bypass wall safes, plant evidence, sabotage mechs, etc. Most importantly she learned how to cover her tracks. She felt she was contributing to a noble cause.

Her main contact from the extremists was Jorick. They used her arm maintenance as cover for when she had information to pass on. He had opened a clinic on Palaven, making it a rather easy neutral spot away from prying eyes. Despite the circumstance Jorick and Dex had become close friends. Dex trusted him with her work and arm. He used experimental techniques with Dex as his skills improved with prosthetic engineering. His experimenting resulted in some interesting iterations of her arm. He was the first to suggest installing a blowtorch in one of her talons.

5 years passed while Dex continued to work within the Hierarchy. The government officials stationed on Taetrus were aware of a mole but hadn’t a single clue who it could be. They investigated any personnel who had connections to the Separatists. Fortunately for Dex, after heavy scrutiny her story checked out.

Their only lead was an extremist leader they blackmailed into their interrogation chair. His name was Arian Medus. He was short for a Turian, sported the dark green spirals of his planet. His dark blue eyes seemed steady and sure. His reputation preceded him to be an excellent leader. The government offered him a full pardon with a cushiony life on Palaven in exchange for the information he had on the extremist operations. Cracking under the pressure he gave them a short list of names of spies working within the Hierarchy, one of them being Dex.

She was immediately arrested being charged with a laundry list of crimes she committed. She was looking at life behind bars. She pleaded the extremists for help. They turned their back on her, publicly declining any involvement. Her family was unable to afford a retaining fee for a good lawyer; they had their hands tied.

Jorick desperate to save his friend from jail tried paying off an information broker that the extremists had used a few times. His name was Galentos Lorthan, rising in influence in Palaven the past few years garnering his clientele from separatists across handfuls of colonies. Gal had some dirt on the judges for Dex’s trial but refused credits. Much to Jorick’s confusion, Gal instead wanted Dex to work for him. Jorick agreed to his terms on her behalf knowing she would prefer freedom to imprisonment.

Within days the trial was misconducted while the judges cleared all her charges. Dex was free to go. As soon as she stepped out Gal introduced himself. He was a rather handsome Turian, his light yellow eyes were striking against his dark almost blue face and deep grey carapace. He stood just a little taller than Dex. He made a point that as impractical as it is to reveal himself, it proved to be an effective way to gain trust of his employees. Dex immediately suspected what may have happened. Gal hailed a taxi then discussed the proposition for her employment.

Again without any real options for her to choose from she decided to work for Gal. Her career in the military had gone up in smoke and staying planet side would only paint a target on her family’s back. She reluctantly agreed on the condition, in her off time, she was free to ruin Arian. Gal just warned her to cover her tracks. They shook hands sealing the deal.

The next 6 years Dex continued spying. She served on ships from civilian vessels to military. Sold out cheating spouses, dusted cobwebs from skeletons, watched from binoculars and sniper scopes. It was rare to find someone with a clean conscious. Her work took her to homeworlds and colonies alike. As Gal’s influence spread from Palaven to the terminus systems the workload and pay increased. She didn’t find herself fighting very often but the odd time a target she spied on would chase her out with mercs.

Every chance she got she would destroy aspects of Arian’s life. Little by little, Arian had no proof to stop it. Dex took immense satisfaction from her patient revenge. She was ruthless in tearing apart his family life, his business, and his reputation. Utterly destroying his life without having to lay a single finger on him.

Her pay was good; she was able to afford an array of decent equipment. Including upgrades for her arm that Jorick helped to outfit her with. She hopped from safe house to safe house depending where the job took her. Gal grew fond and close to Dex over the years. He was eager to keep her happy despite having paid off her debt ten times over. For Dex he made it difficult to distinguish the lines of boss and lover.

After years of work she rendered Arian to his knees. He was on the street with millions of credits in debt. Without any support to see a roof over his head he became desperate. Hours before Dex intended to reveal herself, Arian shot himself. He escaped the world of misery Dex built for him. She found his corpse in the shadows of an alley on Palaven. Dex had seen her fair share of death and violence. It didn’t shock her to see the aftermath of an apparent suicide it only angered her.

Years of pent up rage poured out of her in that moment. She dreamed of the day she could sneer at the broken man. Dex only wanted to satisfy her revenge against Arian’s betrayal.

Dex washed her hands of the work, immediately contacting Gal to quit. She had enough of the espionage, the life of a spy no longer held any real meaning. Gal didn’t argue nor did he object. He simply offered she would always be welcomed back to the fold. He ended the transmission with genuine sentiment.

Dex wandered the terminus system completely aimless for a few months. In her moments of weakness she was tempted to go back to Gal to work for him. She missed the pay and orgasms.

A classified ad pulled her attention away from her glum state. It seemed far below the bar she was used to. An ancient ship, a crew of strangers, shitty pay. A semi-known smuggler looking to cash in on the bounty available after the Skyllian Blitz. Without any better ideas she applied for the pilot’s seat.

Equipment:
Elkoss Combine M-27 Scimitar
*Smart Choke modification
Roskenov Materials M-97 Viper
*Extended Barrel
Elanus Risk Control M-3 Predator
*Power magnification

Spare parts from Armax Arsenal L Predator armour
Elkoss Combine L Assassin armour
*With some modification to adjust her prosthetic.

Armali Council Nexus Omni-Tool
*Utilizes all main functions with modification to omni-blade being in the shape of a fist. Purely aesthetic modification.

Prosthetic Arm
*Outfitted with taser knuckles, small blowtorch in her talon, and secret snack compartment.

Powers:
Disruptor ammo
Sabotage (highly skilled)
Incinerate
Tactical Cloak (Lowly skilled)

Notable Notes: Dex is a highly skilled spy with experience in basic hacking and infiltration. It is worth noting despite her skill set mainly in tech she's a shit mechanic. Her ability to repair hardly reaches outside basic maintenance. She understands theory of how mechs, ships and weapons work but isn’t skilled enough to fix more complicated problems. She is, however, rather good at destroying it beyond redemption. Hence having high skill in sabotage. The tactical cloak has always been on the buggy side for Dex, unable to fix it herself she ignores it hoping it will fix itself.

Font Colour: Forest Green

For the weapon mods I can remove those if they're too much.

Beyond that allow me to introduce Dex! Hopefully my description isn't too choppy. Tried to keep it to the point. Had gotten carried away a few times into detail-land.

@DearTrickster

Yay, another turian! Someone Vellios can flirt playfully with and even the same age...ummm, ideas surfacing. :p If they are both accepted of course.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Three days, ladies and gents!

@Dervish

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I've been pretty interested in this for a while, though I find the complete post count a bit intimidating. Is it too late for a newcomer to join without being lost in plot happenings?

@DeadBeatWalking

It's a Sandbox like rp, if you want apart of it then I'm pretty everyone here can help you out with information and details. Currently there's many stories going on at their own pace so don't be scared off by that fact. Just make a PC, contact players you want to be involved with, and have fun.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Doc Doctor

Alright, I'm assuming his powerwalk was an attempt to cover more distance and prevented the time needed for a charge, correct? Just wanted to make sure so I don't assume I have two or one charge when I might not have none.

Also, you're up. Sorry it took so long. And the dreaded 7th post is coming... so, lets see if I can break that curse shall we? If there's anything you need clearing up let me know as I got the image in my head but putting it down just right isn't exactly easy.I'm still pretty much a novice at this stuff and researching the martial arts I'm applying to Trixi, so I hope I did it justice.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

Trixi’s face held a determination, her mind continually adjusting the proportion difference between them, as she kept walking. Her heart thumping excitedly, her breath quick and quiet, and her fingers tingling more fiercely with each step. Boots felt little resistance against the smooth arena causing her to note the lacking pebbles that would normally be found in a landscape like this. On drawing closer several details from the distance were made very clear to her.

First off, his size. Large and tall would’ve been hard pressed to carry Gonad’s size. His hips coming to just somewhere below her chest but still high on her torso. It was pretty obvious he was way out of her normal weight class. Trixi was feeling more and more like the biblical figure David. The brave, little shepherd boy taking on the giant, Goliath, at Sokoh. Gonad was over 6 foot for sure but until she got within his range, she wouldn’t be able to make accurate estimates unlike ‘wolfie’ in her earlier match. There was no doubt in her mind that the man was huge, even by human standards, making her suspect he might’ve had some giant within his lineage somewhere. Not a surprised, she realized now, considering his behavior since the shrine and they weren’t known for their hygiene or manners.

Next were the scars lining his body. This altered the image and made him more of an old lion who had won many fights, causing her paranoia to kick up another notch and definitely not to underestimate him. Even a dumb creature can be a challenge to beat when they were an unbeaten victor because something had to help them win in the end. If she was sloppy, this was assuming he depended a great deal more on strength than speed, that little talk wasn’t likely to happen. Win or lose, she wasn’t going down without a fight.

Trixi smirked briefly at a phrase fitting to this situation fluttering in her mind, her walking slowed even more when he came into strike range. It might've seemed like she was hesitating due to his size but she wasn't. This gave her briefly enough time to brace herself for what seemed liked an incoming left hook at her face. Her eyes watched his left hand cock back and seemed ready to strike, a simple but effective move should it hit. If the punch extended past Gonad's shoulder a few inches and appeared to be dedicated to the motion, the woman reacted on instinct and muscle memory to counter it.

Trixi would’ve moved to the right of the man’s extending arm, ended up on its outside, with her right foot leading which would've allowed her head to avoid his fist by a few inches. Her left foot-in the same well practiced movement- would've followed in behind at an angle, her dodge making one side of a V if seen above with the bottom being her start point. Her feet darted across the smooth surface and didn’t leave the ground far when she took a step deeper into his range. At the same time should his arm carry out his attack fully then his arm would be extended to her far shoulder's left. It would the moment just before when her weapon aimed to come up and then smack at the radius and ulna bones within the forearm. She wouldn’t be able to reach his head and doing so would’ve been too risky. It was best to damage what was closest rather than open herself up for an attack by overextending her reach. Despite her base strength being lower than Gonad (she assumed), the combination of the baton being solid, its weight and her force put behind it might been enough to heavily damage, or more likely break, the bones should it make impact.

However, this early she could easily adapt her moves if needed at any point during her counter. Though it would only happen when he extended his fist far enough. He still had his other arm after all and she wasn’t about to let her guard down, her unarmed ‘guardian’ hand rested defensive around her chest level should/when his attack had been set into motion.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper

If it helps, try standing before a doorway. Most door frames are around Gonad's height, given that many house doors average 6'8". Here is the Great Khali (7'1", 346 pounds) and some chicks.

@Doc Doctor

Thank you, that helps a lot actually and lines up close to the portions I had. Almost done with the post, just making sure I worded it right and clearly.