Foster

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Pretty much a gifspam summary of how any RP-OOC foster is involved in goes.

A Heart Frozen (Ebonfort)

Chartose was sprawled-out on the floor beside the steps, clutching his nose tightly as a pair of ebon-knights showed-up late to the fight as usual. He heard the sound of large doors creeking open and assumed rightfully that they managed to undo the lock. Not long afterwards it seemed as though he was left alone, just himself with Ortha and Echo vying for soemthing to do.

"Shouldn't you two be following our mute bard? And you..." He pointed at Ortha, "where's Rilanna off to?"

After a pause, Chartose sighed. Giving orders to these two was a lot like trying to herd cats away from food.

With himself unable to really risk wandering around aimlessly, not able to count on his current companions, and with Tricia frostbitten... Chartose decided to try summoning Becker, at least she could follow directions.

After opening the portal, he was greeted by the lil husky dutifully marching through it before it closed-up.

"Becker, fetch me my things. Then go find Rilanna. Her scent is on that one." He commanded, his temper a bit strained from pain. Becker oboey, naturally, although he could tell she cocked her head to the side, enquiring with a certain primal concern that maybe something was wrong.

"I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle. Just have to be careful. And check for traps like I taught you." Chartose consoled the dog, which then yipped in acknowledgement and proceeded to sniff around Ortha before running-off downstairs.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

WIP

Marlene Abdelkadar

Name: Marlene Abdelkadar
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Disposition: Sly, intolerably persistent, very emotionally invested and motivated.

Background: Hailing from war-torn USK/PU borderlands, unlike Leclerc, her unit was issued with second-hand FRAMES after the PU was already well-equipped to deal with the threat. Constant supply-problems and frequent breakdowns from skating across sand-dunes meant her squad operated under-strength in guerilla-warfare, often the pilots functioned as light infantry while the few remaining FRAMES provided much-needed fire-support to their guerrilla campaign.

On more than one occasion, civilian-FRAMES were pressed into service either just to keep a few more frames running, or retained simply because their smaller size was better suited to the sort of operations they conducted.

When the war ended, their independence secured, there was a massive draw-down and disarmament of their forces as USK focused its resources on rebuilding and caring for their people, an act that quickly highlighted the difference between the PU and USK. Marlene's unit was one of the first to be scrapped, handing in many of their converted FRAMES for economic development, while nearly all their best FRAMES ended up being conglomerated into a single centralized unit.

Angered by her new vestigial purpose in the military, sitting behind a desk, she quit and purchased a surplus FRAME and hit the mercenary-market.

Appearance

Inventory:
-AKSN-75U "Tanker's Krinkov" with infra-red scope and IR laser-sight/illuminator plus a 75 round drum because if she gets into a firefight out of her FRAME, it won't last long enough for her to get a chance to reload.

Funds: 312,210c

Other

MP21-AC YASSIR

Name: MP21-AC Handou "Yassir"
Manufacturer: Kelhei Manufacturing
Height: 4.3 meters
Weight: 6627 kg
Armor: 45 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 42 kph
Speed (Skate): 72 kph
Sensor range: 2 km
Communication range: 10 km
Operating range: 500 km
Power: 2
Weight: 3

>Armaments:
4x LBU-3 HMG head-mounted:
-Long-range .50 caliber anti-personel machine-gun produced by Radley Arms, designed to saturate soft-targets from afar (effective range of 400 meters, volley-range of 1.5 km) in support of offensive operations at a rate of 1,100 rounds per minute. Against vehicles, it can penetrate up to 20mm of vertical steel plate at 200 meters. May be used to engage light air targets although limited in this role by only having 800 rounds allotted to each gun.

GPR-21 large autocannon
-A 30 mm autocannon manufactured by Canton Arms. Effective range exceeds 1200 m. Penetration listed at 105 mm of vertical steel alloy. Rate of fire on automatic is 400 rds/min. Magazines house 60 rounds each. Capable of firing APDS-T and HEI-T rounds.

Heavy Automated Mortar
Manufacturer: Radley Arms
Diameter: 82 mm
Effective range: 2400 m
Minimum range: 80 meters
Maximum range: 4,100 meters (requires bracing for any accuracy)
Penetration: 225 mm of steel alloy in optimal conditions (top angle-of-attack, 0 degree obliquity, etc.)
Rate of fire: 4-10 rounds/min
Ammunition capacity: 12 shells/launcher
Ammunition types: HEAT, HE, Guided munitions
Mount: shoulder/back and thigh

>Extras:
EVF “Chameleon” Active Camouflage
The “Chameleon” active camouflage system was first developed by Canton as a means to hide the visual signature of its FRAMEs. It has now been copied in some form or another by most major defense companies. It consists both of an internal suite and external coating applied to the machine. When active, the coating blends with the FRAME's surroundings, much like the system's namesake animal. This makes it more difficult to spot at range, although the heat and radar signatures of the machine are otherwise unaffected.

ECM Suite

FRAME notes:
Paint-scheme: 2-tone Motled Desert with white/black piping
Cabin Comforts: "Tropical" refit (cabin tailored for warm-weather operations).

The Three Kings (High Casual)

He warned, only half-jokingly, one time he had this tennant that... just... cats aren't supposed to be bent that way...

Ok, I take that back, was totally worth staying up to read.

You should see how I described a "Reverse Red Foreman" in another thread.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

I failed to join last time, but this time, I will for sure join~!

@Kimiyosis

Ohai

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Posted just to remind folks I'm not dead.

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Adrian was out "appraising" some battle-scarred properties he could flip for a profit when he stubled upon a burnt-out apartment-complex that could use a bit of shoring-up structurally and some re-wiring to bring it up to code. The place was naturally in a pretty nasty corner of the neighborhood, but there was always something about that seemed to attract tenants to this place.

Flashlight in hand, he waded through the charred remnants until about the second floor where the fire seemed to have mysteriously stopped, leaving only smoke-damaged furniture and soot... aside from being pretty sure there were chunks of floor that would need to be completely replaced, the second floor looked fine enough to start renting-out immediately.

>"Nothing like getting shot at by someone you are trying to help,"

Or so he thought, a bit prematurely as he heard a woman's voice from one of the rooms. Shutting off his torch, he crept upon this unwary spectre, and upon seeing a... dark... lump on a bed, he immediately flicked his torch back on upon it, as though the light would banish it away like a giant cockroach.

It was around then it dawned upon him that perhaps this person was armed, or on drugs, or homicidally-insane...

The moment the light hit the bed, a small groan could be heard, followed by a shout as the figure scrambled out of the bed with an arm over her eyes. "What the fuck?! Turn that damn thing off!" shouted a female, the light of his torch showing a woman in a pair of black slacks and a black long sleeve shirt, "What the hell are you doing in my home?"

With her arm still over her eyes, the young girl reached out for the .22 she usually kept close by and haphazardly pointed it at the intruder. As the light of the torch had ran over her face, she found that she was currently unable to see, the burning within her eyes causing them to tear up as she cocked the hammer back on her handgun. At some point during the night she had set aside her book and retreated to the bedroom to try to get some rest, which only seemed to have lasted a short while.

The moment he saw the gun, his first thoughts were 'hypocritical, much?' as he tried to dodge the figure's blind aiming skills, only to realize she was following the light, which he flicked-off to leave everyone equally in complete baffling darkness.

"Wait, your home?" He queried in the quietness that followed, mostly to re-assure that they were both still there and not imagining the entire encounter. After pausing, he realized that he failed to answer her question, and she asked first; "I was just having a look around. Figured I could salvage the place for a profit. Of course, then you'd have to pay for utilities, but that also means you'd have warm running water and heat this winter." It was possible to see that his brain was already thinking of how to turn a long-term profit out of this. He felt no shame in taking advantage of this obviously hung-over junkie. Still, it was a junkie with a gun and a strong sense of privacy.

"People already know I'm appraising this place, if I don't return with a recommendation to fix this place up, it'll be demolished soon. Mind if I turn my light back on and have a look around?"

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Name: Adrian Vance
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Faction: Slumlord-bartender
Appearance: Da.
Clothing: See "Da."
Personality: Crusty exterior, with a side of wise-sass. But underneath all that genuinely cares for the welfare of his patrons.
Weapons: Pump Shotgun, fists, bad langrage.

Equipment: He runs a bar, so he's got a pretty good selection of craft-beers and hard-liquors via some fermentation-vats and a still. He's also got a grill, a deep-fryer, and a seldom-used coffee-maker somewhere in the back.

Bio:
Working on it. Jeeze, why do you always have to be so negative?

The Three Kings (High Casual)

>Establishes Cuddle-Puddle.

Who wants some coffee?

The Three Kings (High Casual)

*has already sort-of done an outline of the first 3 posts*

@Kokushi
Collab over PM so it gets posted as one big thing?