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Here we go, CS ready for a first look-at!



A NC pilot with absolutely zero combat experience and was tested for the ability to become a pilot at New Anchorage? That is compelling indeed. He would’ve gotten the appropriate (and insufferably painful) surgeries and went through his first VR simulations relatively recently. Man. What a terrible February it would’ve been for Orry.

The only question I got is this— what do you mean by “nuclear family”?

But yeah this is excellent approved presuming we don't have to fix anything about the nuclear mention.
Hai, I'll just throw this in and hope for the best.

Alright, I’ll get started on the review process here so hold on to your hat.

Starting off, I’d like to say that the callsign of daimyo doesn’t really fit for a mech that is of Volkov origin I feel like. It’d possibly work with a Red Star origin. A minor inconsistency, but one that probably should looked at. I’m also looking at the name (nickname?) of Nanashi and see no mention to explain where she got this name to begin with? If she’s from the heartlands of the Volkov Corporation especially so.

The no formal training and carrying around a sword confuses me and it will need clarification.

Her backstory seems palpable, but it does come to mind of various concerns. Her entire family thought doing relatively well in aspirations to become NC pilots? I suppose if she wasn’t well off and from a frontier town this would make some degree of sense but you state specifically they were “well to do”. It is far more successful to be behind a desk than a cockpit in the corporation’s eyes— even if NC compatibility is not commonplace.

Which brings me to the mention of her second NC that was built for shows. NC’s are not basic bipedal tanks, they specifically have extraordinary technology that requires synthesis between those who have the ability to synchronize with the technology to become fluid machines of war that were above all other developments. The neural plug is technology implanted and surged with your spine and nervous system— no NC that was built with this in mind would ever be used for “show” and due to the state of affairs in the 22nd century where NC’s originate from in their earliest incarnations was a time of war and suffering. There would be no time to waste resources for a “show” NC or even normal mech. I am quite sorry but this just would not work and I am not sure how it is feasible.

As for the mech section detailing armaments and description… the above override whatever I have to think here.

It'd be spectacular if all apps use the CS template I've provided! =)

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No, the megacities are not all set in stone. I mean yes, we’ve developed some in-canon: Atlanta, Moscow, Seattle, Tokyo, and New York City for example. Generally if the population in the 22nd century was large enough where it could profit off the construction (such as the aforementioned) it could be funded and done with. I imagine Vancouver or Calgary would be likely prospects.

New Anchorage is in Alaska, yes.
As long as the 'Apply' function is marked as such anybody can feel free to apply!
Hey howdy hey. Sorry about yelling waffle iron at that dude earlier. I'm Drew, and i'm Gowi's best...friend? I'm also shocked and appalled he didn't yell at me earlier to BS a character for the RP today. Because I love me some mechs. God I love mechs.

I made a CS. It's a little bare bones. I'm not as fancy as a lot of folks with coding nice looking posts. But I feel that nepotism from my buddy can make up for that. Maybe.


Looks fine to me.


[ 🔨 ] O V E R V I E W
Formerly known as Smith’s Rest, New Anchorage was technically established in 2602 CE by a group of people trying to escape the grasp of the giant corporations. Originally the settlement got by through selling useless scrap in Alaskan ruins to neighboring corporations for food rations and economic utilities. However, the dangers of being “independent” became apparent throughout the years as criminal factions saw Smith’s Rest as an easy target. With few worthwhile NC’s to their name Smith’s Rest would barely survive throughout the years. However, luck would come their way when they began to uncover more substantial NC’s in their scavenging runs as well as odd friendships with major corporations like Volkov and Fairbanks.

Renamed New Anchorage in 2677, the settlement went from an obscure dot on the map to a small aspiring independent company led by a small group of people organized with the settlement’s interests at heart. However, in only a few months of time New Anchorage found itself struggling even as it took any contract sent in its direction. Their operations commander, Sophia, abandons New Anchorage in a fit of emotion and sends the operation into jeopardy which results in individuals scattering until the settlement hires a man of experience by the name of Michael Graham. Fortunately, Graham has taken the reins of New Anchorage eagerly and with cohesive military organization.

The word went out that Graham was looking to test anyone for NC abilities in addition to looking to hire those who already have a NC of their own; swearing he would turn New Anchorage into a successful operation that would rival the big corporations. However, things do not always go exactly to plan and it was clear that Graham has made his share of enemies. As he begins to allocate resources to prepare his pilots for their first operational mission, shadows lurk in the darkness with dangerous machinations that could risk everything he hopes to create...



If none of that makes sense to what I want/am looking for… alright, here’s the short version of it.

Players will create a NC pilot who joined New Anchorage under Commander Michael Graham. Your contract initiated upon the passing of a test that was a week ago that relied on physical conditioning, mental toughness, and comprehensive skill – but for veteran pilots it was easy. So with the RP taking place around March 1st of 2677 CE, you would’ve been coordinated into New Anchorage about a month ago.

Any questions?


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Suppose I should get some updates on everyone! (Sloth and Cup have already informed me of schedule difficulties that will delay them.)

Kathryn “Ryn” Dradht

“Wasn’t ‘xactly taken seriously at first. ’cuz you’re a kid oh my god where is your adult?! Fuckin’ morons.”

[ ⛨ ] C A L L S I G N
Phantasm

[ ⛨ ] N C O R I G I N
Fairbanks

[ ⛨ ] D - O - B
May 4th, 2663 (13)

[ ⛨ ] G E N D E R
Female

[ ⛨ ] A P P E A R A N C E
Ryn gives off the bite of someone far taller than what she actually is, a fact that is supplemented of her years of experience living as she has without parents or adult guidance. She’s about average height for a thirteen year old girl of her background (5’3”) and with a build that has been hardened from over three years of physical conditioning though given the lack of a military regimen Ryn isn’t too muscular though her frame packs far more of a punch than one would presume. With fiery orange hair and blue-green eyes, Ryn looks determined despite her childish appearance. She wears whatever she can find, though she prefers loose comfortable clothes over all else. She refuses to wear a dress.

[ ⛨ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
The girl that would become known as Ryn is not one that has held many friends and for good reason— Ryn is abrasive, loud, arrogant, boastful, blunt, confrontational, condescending, and generally downright antagonist to a senseless point. Where it is true that many of these things are products of a child raising themselves in the unforgiving frontier of the North America, a lot of it is simply that she has realized she can get away with anything as long as she does her job. At the end of the day there is only one person Ryn cares about— Ryn. For nobody helped her or her family when they needed it so she lacks sympathy for those who rely on her to do anything then what she is required to do. This apathy lends itself to her carelessness that would’ve ostracized Ryn from other communities had she not been more than a capable NC pilot.

However, Ryn isn’t heartless by any means and in some others can see the sort of helplessness that she once held; a helplessness that she hates and will decide to give out to those people what the world has given to her, believing it is a obtuse “circle of life”. For if anybody reminds her of her childhood they deserve to be put into the earth like worms— a reminder Ryn tries to push aside by the familiar feeling of self-medication, materialism, and seeking out to prove herself by her own obtuse standards to people who have long since been dead or gone.

[ ⛨ ] S K I L L S E T
Brawler: When Ryn started out as an independent pilot nobody took her seriously and on several occasions asserted their dominance over her. So, generally Ryn got used to being shoved, slapped, thrown, and choked; something of which that only continued to make her madder and madder. So she learned to fight and she learned how to do so in the dirtiest, cheapest, and most savage ways possible. If a battle can be won with a knee to the groin or a wrench to the kidney she will gladly show those on the receiving end that she isn’t afraid of anyone and can hold her own despite her age.

Junker: Her mother taught her the basics of electrical engineering and mechanical knowledge, expecting full well that it would be best for Ryn to have a career in the future rather than hope someone in Blackstone Harbor needed her to run a story or found her pretty enough to be a wife. The Dradht’s were always taught to be self-sufficient. Ryn is no NC technician or genius savant however and her repairs on her NC are generally sloppy work that can only stretch her NC until the next outpost where a proper engineer actually is located.

[ ⛨ ] B A C K S T O R Y
Kathryn Dradht was born in the wasteland city of Blackstone Harbor in 2663 to an independent NC pilot of the region by the name of Sheryl Dradht with an unknown, undocumented father that was believed to be a con artist that ditched Blackstone Harbor when his debts caught up with him.

More here later

[ ⛨ ] T H E M E C H

The Phantasm is a medium sized mecha that was designed by The Fairbanks Corporation some years ago. Painted in a metallic sheen of palatinate with silver undertones, the Little Dragon flies the colors of its former corporation though the branding of the company logo has since been removed as well as the paint faded due to its constant battles it has been forced to endure in harsh environments. But despite this wear and tear the Phantasm is not weak nor is it worse off for it— it has survived several lifetimes of pilots before Ryn and will continue to do so when it moves hands in the future.

In addition to its standard antimatter power core and cockpit, the mecha is fitted with conventional and experimental equipment— though it doesn’t hold more than two modes within its function as a NC; thus the standard module and the advanced module that allows it to work at a hyper reactive level are the only ones installed and available to a pilot. Aforementioned armaments include:

  • On-Hand Weapon: Sniper Rifle.

  • Arm (R): ---

  • Arm (L): Inside the left forearm of the Phantasm exists several large missiles that contain several smaller variations for use of flooding enemies. Their impact is more deadly to infantry and basic building structures but are not completely useless on unshielded NC’s.

  • Shoulder (R+L): The Phantasm in addition to the machine's flight capabilities has somehow acquired an experimental cloaking drive during the time of Sheryl Dradht, a utility item that has saved her daughter’s life on many occasions. Not a “true invisibility” cloak (as such things are fantasy), the prototype generator generates a camouflage that adapts to the environment by absorbing light and giving the illusion of whatever the environment happens to be at the time.

  • Leg (R): N/A

  • Leg (L): N/A

[ ⛨ ] R E L A T I O N S


A N A R E L I E A


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— The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —
— 6th Day of Summer —


Seldo’s kindness unnerved her, but it didn’t surprise her. There were few reasons to trust people like him, even if they were related through her mother’s blood— after all, ever since her father had passed there had been waves made behind the curtain that people were allowed to see by her family members linked through her father’s line and everything that had been done there had been against her. Reina had found out. Reina always found out. As such was an unnerving thing to know, but she would rather it have been something she had found out and been unhappy about rather than tapdance through the darkness of ignorance. Uncouth things were better known than presumed; a game of reputation and wit. Perhaps if Seldo could prove himself useful and loyal she could dismiss his cynicism about the goddess and ally with him. It would be a wise move if things went according to plan, of course.

It was a thought, anyway.

Before Anareliea could get her bearings another approached her, this time a face she recognized as a friend and an ally; although the latter point was in some amount of doubt. People who were cunning creatures at home tended to turn into her rivals when they found themselves at The Conclave. But she had several years on Telaivas and wasn’t afraid of her. She needed pawns before she could become queen— and Anareliea had the chess board already played out. A wide friendly smile remained on her face as Telaivas approached her and spoke her words.

"Princess Anareliea? Is that you? It has been quite a while, hasn't it?"

“Telaivas! It is so very good to see you. But yes, I do agree it has been too long; years, even! I had heard from your father that you would be attending, but I did not know in what capacity.”

Though she did know it was likely that Telaivas was only here to study under the godfather of magic himself, Mathis Thornwell. It was why half the students had optimistic views of their future as nobles and not fearing how long they would locked up in a caged tropical prison. When you could learn things other men and women could not because of your status, wealth, and birth it was something you took pride and hope in.

“Are you finding The Conclave well?”

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