Foster

Splintered / Reflections

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I vote 'Sunshine'.

BTW: Yes, I am making profiles. They should be done sometime soon.

@FalloutJack

Yeah, I kinda walked into that one, I guess her name is "Bucket" now.
-Edit, yep that playthrough. Yep, a link to a 14 minute video to explain a 30 second joke.
-There's a stealth joke regarding that DM's name... They're not allowed to roll dice anymore (joking, of course).

Splintered / Reflections

'sounds fair, since I was describing her via several ill-fitting cliches that kept getting piled on top of each other. I'll dial it back a bit, especially the impulsiveness causing/used-to-rationalize at least half those statblock shenanigans.

... Kinda still want to keep a large shotgun though (the KS-23, not some MAS-type). Mostly because if a pilot does need to bail-out chances are there's still going to be a MAS-sized threat they'll have to deal with and a combat-knife probably won't be able to cut it. But I suppose a demolition-charge could work in its place.

I'm also hoping the survival-cloak could become standard-issue, actually. As a means to aid pilots in SERE should they need to bail. It also has alternative uses of it for running recon, sniping, and taking naps. I figure such a piece of kit may be genuinely useful for anyone and everyone.

Most of the rework is working on phrasing. Personality may take awhile, brain is stuck on "owl".

Splintered / Reflections

She seems mostly okay; I would say that I'd imagine both the Dranfel and the Anhur would be more accepting - but then maybe she just fell in with a particularly bad group on both occasions, as they're as individual as anyone is so there's bound to be bad apples.

I'm going to veto the sawn-off 4-gauge, as I think that's a bit OTT, especially if she's only 4'8", and it's double-barrelled, as that just seems a bit... much to me. Same with lugging the MAS Assault Rifle - especially when you could just take an anti-materiel rifle that's actually made for the job, it's a bit unnecessary. It would also come with a scope, instead of the MAS ones which don't, and would be massively oversized for the hand controls and have horrible ergonomics for firing, as well as no recoil compensation for human-sized people. Especially at her size. And I mean, the point of having the MAS Suits in the RP is to use them.
If the idea is that she has enhanced strength/endurance/etc because she's genetically engineered, that doesn't fit well with the concept that she has no advantages from the process, IMHO.

Rework those things a bit, if you please, and I'll give her another look over.

@Rhona W

Yeah, I had a thunk over it while at work. And realized I kinda glossed over the part of her basically having learned to mimic things like a parrot/chimp to make it seem as though her program was a success, until that wasn't enough. The failure was largely in lack of a proper genetic-hybrid, as a technological fascimile is not only more expensive and time-consuming, but also kinda detracts from the goal of solving the issue with birth-defects and low birthrate when you're result is the physical abomination that is Felix.

-Kinda thinking "it's an anhur-thing" that the fungi basically filtering out the toxins means she can normally drink a Dranfel under the table without even trying, but I figure stressing her fungi from being out on extended missions/getting injured makes her a bit more... impulsive. We suggest using a laser-pointer to keep her on-task. Since someone who can mimic enemy comms, has unfettered access to an open microphone on their radio, and with no impulse control is going to result in more than a few prank-calls.
-Will probably explain the appearance of scales as dermal trauma-plating she installed one night when nobody was looking after a particularly long mission (ie: she surgically added them herself with a field-knife while higher than a weather-balloon). It provides little practical protection aside from extra padding beneath her armor and protection from blunt force trauma if her MAS gets ragdoll'd with her inside. As they aren't a natural part of her, she needs to surgically replace them herself as they become damaged. The other upside is it reduces her rate of minor bumps/bruises so now it usually takes longer before she gets loopy in a fight.

And yeah... 4 gauge/23mm nade-launchy/buckshot-chucker is probably a bit too much to be practical, although they do, indeed, exist. And yes, even "double-aught-stumpy" exists too.
-I guess I could settle for a single-barrel. The idea is it's a mildly ridiculous spicy-boy that uses ammunition common to her MAS. It's use is basically for doming enemy MAS units or similar at point-blank/knife-fighting distances, and is a bit more practical than using a 4 gauge blank to pile-bunker them in the chin.

The use of the MAS-rifle as a dismounted big-iron is kinda a nod to the era when dudes would lug a Browning M2 machine gun out to do the long-poke in single-shot mode. She doesn't really need to reach the trigger as long as she can manipulate the shear to drop the bolt/firing pin (in some cases, trigger doesn't even exist, is still not problem). Still, her tendancy to use it is less "planned" and more "I wanna shoot something, but I forgot my rifle/my rifle isn't big enough" so she just reaches over grabs the smallest gun off her MAS (less for practical and more for comedic effect; since as you said, in a serious situation she's probably be in her MAS). Like, 80% of what she'd be doing dismounted can probably be settled with an MP5 or an MG-3, or a 23mm grenade to the face.

Splintered / Reflections

McYeeting an app, y'all can invent a new nickname for her; since that's how callsigns are made.

Name: Felix || Nickname: Felix / "Four foot hate" / "Sun-Shorty" / "Bucket" || Age: 22

Species: Anhur (officially), but she tends to leave it ambiguous/will usually not correct anyone if they assume wrong.

Appearance

She's 4'8" ball of hate

Personality: Despite being generally an outsider to nearly every community she's been 'in' by pretending to be almost every race other than her own, she has longed to find a group that accepted her as herself and as a result gets rather defensive of any perceived threats to her SPEAR team-mates. Tends to venture out of her MAS during long missions due to low stamina, allegedly hiding it "under a rock or something" and doing most of her reconnoitering on foot as she feels she's harder to detect that way.

History: According to Felix, she is the result of anhur attempts at genetic modification to combine the best traits of multiple races, but largely inherited none of the positive traits aside from being the black-fur covered swan of the batch. That and being nearly wingless. Whether that story is true or not is another matter, but it's the one she consistantly sticks to when questioned on it.

Assuming this is true, Felix was born well after the war had claimed her homeworld, and as she bore little resemblance to the other anhur -even the most disfigured ones of the plague- was almost immediately ostracized -you'd think it'd involve more ostriches- but thankfully the Dranfel took her in despite the beak and obvious lack of scales. However, life among them was hard; she had to fight even harder just to prove she wasn't a burden to their society. Contact with humans was almost a relief as the non-discerning human just figured she was 'just another highly-skilled alien' on their side, and she promptly joined the SPEAR units just before the assault on the Florida Monolith.

Key Skills & Abilities: As a fighting-style, she tends to favor setting herself up in a well-hidden position from which she usually strikes with a vicious surprise-attack; typically in close-quarters and a confusing flurry of movement and a well-practiced economy-of-motion. Although she has opted to take the sneaky snipey approach when harassing the enemy or simply trying to shape the battlefield to her advantage.

Skill-wise, apart from standard levels of marksmanship and being a concealed close-quarters brawler; she's able to mimic voices/noises with some degree of precision to help create a distraction.

Special Abilities: Her larger than normal ears provide exceptional hearing in addition to some rather keen eyesight, this combined with her innate spatial-awareness and excellent memory tends to make her an exemplary scout despite her personal preference for conducting raids.

What should have been wings on her back ended up developing as arm-blades. Due to being pretty much engineered and raised with the intent of having the best of every race's abilities she has had practice using technology and augments to mimic several abilities she otherwise would not have, but seldom well enough to fool anyone for more than a few seconds.

Her strength was augmented at some point with additional synthetic muscle fibers and dermal-plates, allegedly in an attempt either to keep-pace with the dranfel, or just to 'fit in' with them better, this coupled with her tendency to shave her fur off has resulted in her sculpted proportions and appearance.

Personal Weapons: Suppressed FAMAS, KS-23 shotgun, and either an MG-3 or some anti-material rifle
Personal Equipment: Aside from default MAS pilot-suit, her camo-kit and survival/web-gear (SERE-kit), she usually has a spare change of fatigues and a pair of 'pebbles'.

Splintered / Reflections

The MAS sounds like ye olde Scopedog.
-I'll need to remember to make a note to pack a spare change of clothes (or at least a field-cloak) in storage in case she needs to abandon the MAS.

Felix is probably going to be biased against elves for reasons unmentionable in polite company, but will 'tolerate' augmented paranormal humans to the point of defending them.

As for herself, she'll likely be the result of anhur attempts at genetic modification to combine the best traits of multiple races, but largely inherited none of the positive traits aside from being the black-fur covered swan of the batch. That and being nearly wingless. Whether that story is true or not is another matter, but it's the one she sticks to when questioned on it; and listing her as an anhur makes it easier to tick a checkbox than to list her as 'other' and write a whole first-contact form.

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

Not sure if it'll load for y'all, but less-grainy image of T-rex's approximate path


The VADs would've likely opened fire about mid-way through, so about 15-20 seconds into the 37 second charge.

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

T-Rex and a few of the older APCs were left tangling with the open-walled courtyards on the right-flank. The perfect spot for any hoodlum with an RKG-3 to score an easy kill if they were too aggressive, too soon. Their force used the concealment of the defilade and shrubbery to skirt around suspected killboxes before committing their infantry towards the fight. T-rex laid back with a VADS in case things became dicey as the infantry picked their way along, an M113 upgraded to ACV-15 standards was operating in close-support, knocking over walls with its hull so the rest of the armor sitting overwatch could make sure nobody was flanking them from courtyards as the infantry took the high-ground of nearby buildings to get a lay of the land. Fighting had been swift and sparse on these outskirts, mostly just some really alarmed local civillians and the occasional old-timer with an AK that didn't take a liking to someone kicking a boot through their door instead of the well-planned defense-in-depth they were expecting.

This led to one of the squads getting eyes on an intersection up ahead, spotting a dug-in T-72 with its main-gun sighted down the road to ambush their T-62 the moment it would've came into the main street. The findings were relayed, Rick's job had been to listen for infantry-chatter on their radio-net, leaving comms in the rest of the tank free and clear.

"Boss, tanks up ahead, on our left, 200 to 300 meters, a pair of BMPs dead-ahead if it weren't for these tenaments in the way."

Marcus pinched at and stroked his graying beard, thinking. "VADs, follow us close, guns right. Alexi, turret aft, be ready to traverse right, Rick load AP, prep the next AP, and be ready to dig into the HEAT rounds. Adrian, all ahead full, we're going to bust right through those walls and clear a path. Like Rick said, we just need to make it 200 meters before they realize what we're up to."

"Fucking hell..." Adrian swore as he gunned the engine and shifted to a lower gear and sped off, an ex-Isreali M163 VADS following the neat tank-sized hole they punched though several ranch-style apartment-buildings and disturbed many fine locals in the process. When they came out the other side, they were behind a dug-in T-72 at point-blank range.

"Traverse right! Tank!"

"Up!"

"Depression" The nearst tank was too close and too low to the ground, a slight flaw in Marcus's plan as the T-72's turret began to react to their presence

"Next target, tank, right! Adrian, find us some depression!"

"On it!" Adrian began driving around the tank they spooked, to buy them some time and maybe find something to get their treads on to get the gun down, but it was a losing proposition and the enemy tank's powered traverse was winning.

"Identified" Alexi shouted as she lined up on the further tank sat neatly on the main-road just as its engine was coming to life, the tank would soon be reversing into cover and popping smoke.

"Ramming!"

"Fucking WHAT?!"

Adrian ran his tank over the top of the dug-in T-72, then gunned the engine and grinding treads on steel as the slipping tracks literally tore the sights off the dug-in T-72 and upset the turret-ring, soft-killing it in place as the T-62 rolled-off and found level ground.

Behind them, the VADs was making its trademark "Brrrrrrrt" as it laid into a BMP-1 and its dismounted AT-team.

Alexi fired, the other tank was now engulfed in defensive smoke, but she knew where it HAD to have been a second ago and fired.

Marcus popped smoke as well, sowing absolute chaos in the enemy's forward defensive lines.

"Adrian, get us out of here and start laying a line of smoke for the PCs. I believe you may have just steamrolled their right flank."

Alexi kicked him in the back of the head, "And don't you EVER pull a stunt like that again!"

Rick popped his head out to lay some 40mm small-arms fire into the tank they just ran over.

Splintered / Reflections: Near Future sci-fi with human, anthro, and other species characters and mecha.

Ooooh, a shorkie... this could get interesting

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All good; ideally I'd like some hooman characters because it balances things out and fits the setting well.
I should have the OOC up within the next few days, all being well. Had some internet issues and some other stuff that stopped me from making as much progress on it as I would have liked.

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Yeah, that would work too. I'd say they'd probably work as a Dranfel sub-species. If not, maybe they can be a one-off from some other race that no-one has met any more of as yet, but were liberated from the Totality. I'm sure we can work something out one way or another easily enough.

@Rhona W

Well, the beak, arm-winglets, and cat-like features would suggest some sort of augmented Anhur-hybrid.

I think someone did a comparative height-chart...
Yeah, 145 cm. So she's like 4' 8" of pure hatred and spite.

... unless you give headpats.

Splintered / Reflections: Near Future sci-fi with human, anthro, and other species characters and mecha.

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Yeah, you'll probably need something a bit more... anthro than the art you used there, as the animal-ish races are a lot more 'furry' than 'nekomimi'.

Just with no furry cliches

Be glad to have you with us as well though, if you think it's your thing.

@Rhona W

Like I said

better images are available

Or as one person put it, it passes the "Yep, that's an alien." test.

Splintered / Reflections: Near Future sci-fi with human, anthro, and other species characters and mecha.

... Alright, I'll probably find the time to dust-off Felix. Probably see if there's better art available (there is).

Will probably pair them off with another human played by myself and whoever else wants to try tolerating their antics.

Felix being Felix

Felix's armored reconnaissance group had finally returned from their mainland excursion, exfiltrated by a pre-war ro-ro ferry back to their island base of operations. Her personal BMD-1 was missing chunks again, and one of the tracks had to be shortened to prevent it from being left behind. On the back of it, sported their haul for their collective efforts. She picked out a few choice items -some books- and left the after-action reports to be written by someone more interested in describing how they nearly over-extended their mission into a one-way trip due to fuel-starvation, as they only managed to get every vehicle back by focusing on only bringing their BMDs further out and leaving all their other heavy weapons behind at a rally-point, which was also when they started taking damage whilst making a fighting retreat back to the rally-point under the cover of copious amounts of mortar-fire.

Anyways, she sure hoped Colin would appreciate the find of several new books for his library. At least she was pretty sure he didn't have these yet. Mostly technical-manuals, but there was also a fair amount of pulpy romance-novels that may interest him.

Entering the library and lowered her facemask to get a better sense of her surroundings, the lobby itself had more of a cabin or mead-hall vibe to it. That or a very casual coffee-shop complete with a working wood-stove for a fireplace. "Colin, you in here, ya giant bookworm? I've got some new books for you.~" She hollered, hoping he'd at least managed to cook something decent and actually edible this time around... although it would probably help if food wasn't strictly rationed this winter. Her tail flicked back and forth as she awaited an answer.

"Oh, and Happy December 16th"