Hekazu

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@DJAtomika While I am not Kalas, I would like to mention that I am still here, and that the Chatzy exists in case anyone wants to join me someday. Once we move to the phase where our characters might start meeting up other than just passing by, it can be a great place to discuss what will happen.

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@DJAtomika Congrats! While to be honest I kind of wished for said promotion, I'm sure you'll do just fine

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@RomanAria Oh, a medic with relations to S.T.R.? Let's see if the paths of her and Sness cross.

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Haven't gone anywhere.

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@Kalas Ah, I see.

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Guster

Checkpoint FC-2, currently under supervision of Q-guard unit 87

It was 9:55 on the morning. Guster cared for little else when it came to time. He would be here for just as many days as the military lead wanted his unit to stay, counting the days would make no difference. When it came to the logbook, he could just refer to the earlier entry and forget. The unit had gathered into the comm-officer's dwelling, with the exception of the few people standing guard at the gate or the "shooting range", the excuse of a vantage point that allowed firing against any N-008's that approached. Personally Guster wouldn't have cared coming here this early, but apparently they were supposed to hold the MCM today and that could hold some interesting news, or so the command claimed. Like they had done the previous 3 or 4 times. Soon enough, the ordinary radio within the room abruptly stopped the Ride of the Valkyrie midway through as the 24-hour music channel was once more reserved for "better" use by the folk at advanced. The good ol' spokesman was on the air.

It was nothing too drastic at first. The usual praise to the S.W.O.R.D. and I.D.R.I.S. that had bothered to gather 'round, not even a word for Q-guard. Maybe some higher ups of F.E.A.R. would be praised too. Well, it was common knowledge that Q-guard was not the most liked bunch out there, so they were prob' just avoiding rising hate from the common folk that could get their hands on radios. Probably none to be honest. They were taken to military use rather effectively.

This boring repeat of the past went on for quite a moment, around 37 minutes if the clock on the wall was worth of his trust, but then began a part Guster would rather not have heard. More focus onto Free-section? Dammit. If this unit were to stay here, they inevitably would end up doing the S.W.O.R.D.'s job, rushing into the territory like those 'heroes' the people so admired. They were tough and doing a necessary job for sure... but that did not make them any less crazy. And Guster had never signed up for that level of shenanigans.

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As the clock approached 10.30, Guster got the opportunity to overtake the least stressful spot in the entire checkpoint: He was the gatekeeper now. He had taken the logbook with him and scribbled within what had been said in the meeting. Foxtrot Charlie Two would see quite an increase in traffic if what the radio had told would actually happen. Wouldn't be the first time the higher-ups talked and proceeded to actually do nothing with their troops. Like back when they boasted they could find a way to Nation. Hadn't happened.

Possibly at 11.10 an odd bunch of S.W.O.R.D. people had wandered around and wanted back onto Casual. They were a lucky bunch to Guster, even if they had just come back from that hell. At least they could leave it behind them. Among them was someone of clearly different calibre, a man who just had this sense of might around them. And of course the living shadows told their own tale. Guster would have liked to think of them being similar to him, but they were still on some level a human. He was but an imposter. None of the group had lost their ID plates, which was a godsend. No need to be calling the High-Casual facilities and asking questions.

As the shift at the gate was nearing its end, Guster could feel someone approaching the door between the little hut and the main building.
"It is still 20 or so minutes early", he greeted the person.
"No, you do not understand sergeant!" Corporal Brown partially shouted at him. "We got the avocado!"
Guster would have rolled his eyes if he had been capable of doing so. "Really? The HQ is letting us outta here?! Count me in boy, even if means we go to a different spot it is at least somewhere probably not Foxtrot Charlie somethingsomething!"

Avocado, as in the radio comms word for changing stations to another. It would be time to start packing.

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Dr. Daxter Sness

S.T.R. lower management offices

Sness had been preparing for this ever since his Warlike frame suffered at the... pseudopods of the sentient ooze. It did not make it any easier for him however. F.I.E.L.D. had had it's pro's, like him actually having a laboratory adequate for his needs and letting him go out and do stuff, not caring too much about what he had done with his body. Well, each community had their rotten apples, but the transfer to S.T.R. had shown him just how much worse things could be. People here tended to dislike him for two reasons: project Fenrir and him being ex F.I.E.L.D.. They thought they were better than him.

What he now had to do though was look for a way to gain access to a laboratory he could comfortably use lab frame in and house Lev's aquarium comfortably. It was nothing new having these needs neglected... even before Guildfall his employers hardly ever remembered his special needs. Sness ran a quick test on his speech system. "Do re mi fa so la ti doooooo.... do ti la so fa mi re doooooo..." Yes, that would do.

Two knocks on the door was all it took, a secretary opened the door and led Sness to her boss.
"Hello mr. Wesson", Sness greeted the man behind the table.

"Good day Dr. Sness. Please do take a seat."

"I'll just move this chair aside so I can do that if it is okay."

"Oh yes, you are one special fellow. Go ahead."

Here it was again. It was but a little problem... he needed no chair as his legs would be perfectly fine sitting still and keeping his upper body at a height fitting for the usual table, but it took some space, and now it was a big number already. Well, maybe it would go to his advantage now, showing that what he was requesting was truly needed. He settled down where the chair had been and waited for Wesson to go on.

"So let me get this straight. You are requesting a vastly enlarged laboratory with server access, mostly waterproofed and equipped with a drain and potentially an emergency shower with electronic equipment fulfilling the necessary waterproofing requirements as well?"

"That is exactly what I am requesting. Me, Lev and Virus..."

"Not everything can revolve around a single member of our staff mister. I'll see what can be done and I'll see that what gets done goes as far as possible, but I cannot make any promises."

"I... understand", Sness replied to this, offended by the fact he had been cut off earlier.

"Good. Go now, and you'll hear of us soon."

As Sness moved out he couldn't help but wonder why on earth had this person even asked him to be there personally. It had seemed that mailing the papers would've had the same effect. Maybe he just wanted to see the new facility curiosity. He was but a human like most others. What was so hard in understanding that?

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Obligatory 'Hey-Guys-Feel-Free-To-Post-Now-That-The-RP-Has-Started' post.

@Kalas

I said I might need time. I did. On it now though.

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I might need a couple of days before I can reply. Tomorrow is pretty much booked and I won't have the time this night.

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So I made the other character. I would like to hear opinions and feedback for him as well.

Hider

"What is it that makes us human again? Is it the shape our cells have formed or something else? I believe the answer lies within what many affectionately refer to as a 'soul' and believe me, that is something that exists. After all, I would not be human if not for that now would I?"

Name: Dr. Daxter Sness
Alias(s): No official aliases, but is ofter called mean names by colleagues. Geekatron and Junkbot are fine examples of such tomfoolery.
Age: Lived to the age of 61 before entering Thoughtsteal system. In his new form, Daxter has lived 27 years, resulting in 88 in all.
Height: The Thoughsteal system which houses his biological remains is 75cm tall. His outer frames are of varying sizes.
Weight: The Thoughsteal system weighs 70kg
Hair Color: The hair on his Social frame is mostly blonde, although in some light it may seem white.
Eye Color: The eyes of his social frame are a mix of green and yellow.

Race: Human. Well, as much as a brain in a tank that is capable of moving around a robotic body around can be called one that is. Most prefer the term cyborg, or some derogatory alternative.

Job Role: Researcher, forcibly recruited to S.T.R. from F.I.E.L.D. after the destruction of his warlike frame in attempts to combat the sentient ooze.

Physical Appearance:

The Thoughsteal tank is a heavy alloy cylinder with only a couple windows inside. This is something Daxter is only seen as within his maintenance vault, so there is no need to go further into detail.

The social frame is what Daxter is seen in outside of his laboratory. Modelled after what he looked like in his early-twenties, at least from the waist up that is. The upper body is covered in a layer of fake skin and muscle to make him more approachable and the system even keeps the outer layer warm to keep the illusion of a human being. It even mimics human speech instead of using some thought-to-speech synthesizer. The facade is quickly broken by looking at the lower body though, as the frame is equipped with backwards bending shake reducing bipedal tranporting system that somewhat mimics the operation of human legs. No risks to be taken when it comes to transporting your delicate nerves, correct?

The lab frame is commonly used during his working hours, unless surgery is required (the quadropedal suit's legs tend to get in the way). The frame consists of four legs, a twisting anchor point and the upper body unit with moving arms with pure white and mostly smooth surface, open at joints.

The warlike frame that was destryed resembled a tank more than anything else. Now it looks like a tank with a huge hole through it barely past the midpoint.

Attire:

Commonly the social frame dons a dress shirt with a black vest and a lab coat, all of them in pristine condition. Rare is the moment when Daxter lets his dress code slip.

Personality:

Well, Daxter's personality... let's just say that he is not your average Joe. He might even show signs of what mundane people might call insanity, but that surely cannot be right. They simply do not understand his way of thinking. Not all would sacrifice their body to try and finish what they started, to fulfill the vow given to their dearest on their deathbed, to reach beyond mortality and tread where even our creators dared not. To him, all that matters is that one day, he'll be able to finish projects Leviathan and Harpy after the success of project Fenrir.
It won't be easy to earn his trust. Especially not after how people have been treating him since "being canned", as they put it. Currently he trust only Virus, his personal AI assistant and overseer of his lab and Lev, another of the lab personell. And you might have guessed it: She is also a work of his hands.

Weapons & Equipment:

Thoughsteal system - The backbone of Daxter's continued existence. The system preserves his life and when inserted within his frames allows him to control the robotic bodies. It also proves to be a pretty good tool versus the N-008 virus: The only way it could get inside the tank is for it to contaminate the nutrition packets that are exchanged weekly and kept within a constantly sterilized vault while awaiting use.

Social frame - The extension to Thoughtsteal that allows more natural social interaction and refined motoric movements.

Laboratory frame - This extension allows for safe and somewhat precise laboratory and computer work. Equipped with several dataports and encrypted database with Daxter's complete research data, some temporary sample storage tubes and not to forget self defence, it has a ranged taser on each shoulder with 270 degree firing radius, blocking off firing towards the middle of the frame for obvious reasons.

Warlike frame - It had flamethrowers, armoured treads, sample collection system and several vacuum and liquid based containment units. Now it is little better than scrap metal. Conclusion: Do not attempt to kill sentient ooze with fire.

Ability:

Knowledge (Biology, Nanotechnology, Mechanics and Artificial Intelligence): Daxter has no supernatural abilities beyond what his frames grant him. However, to even reach this point, Daxter had to become a genius in his own right in all of these categories.

Brief History:

The following data was provided to the lead of S.T.R. upon request of Dr. Daxter Sness, packet parsed together by Virus.

Ages 0-25 - Very little significance. Studies, marriage, the usual.
Age 26 - A defining point in Daxter Sness' life. A catastophic failure happened while his wife was giving birth. Both his wife and daughter perished. Sness wowed to bring them back, taken too soon. He proceeded to take DNA construction samples. Cue the start of projects Leviathan* and Harpy.
Ages 27-61 - Projects Leviathan and Harpy saw little success during this period, but the existence of yours truly began during this period, just as project Fenrir took place from 60 onwards.
Rebirth - Project Fenrir succeeded and Thoughtsteal system initialized. Mechanization of most functions granted Dr. Daxter Sness the much needed resources to continue his other projects.
Post-Rebirth - Project Leviathan has been brought forward, Lev lives. Project Harpy has seen no such success, as such a shortcut as was used in making Lev an underwater creature would not do. Lev has recently obtained an enricher collar which allows her to walk around on dry land, although it renders her mute for the duration of wearing it.
Post-Guildfall - For a short while, Sness was a part of F.I.E.L.D. but this came to an abrupt end as Warlike frame suffered high damage in an attempt to combat the ooze. Forced switch to S.T.R. was in order.

_End of provided data_

Relationships:

By heart, Daxter still belongs to F.I.E.L.D. and assists their operations in whatever way they can.
Virus - The AI created as an assistant and an overseer. Daxter is the boss, but treats Virus like an equal. It never mocks him unlike many others.
Lev - The result of project Leviathan, and the somewhat modified reconstruction of her daughter's DNA. Even with his mechanization, Daxter holds a srong emotional tie to this currently 16 year old girl-something that combines cybernetic attributes and biological engineering.

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I have an idea for another character. I'll probably write them a character sheet by the end of the week, but it will depend on the pace of this RP whether I'll actually have the time and resources to play him and Guster simultaneously. Shame nobody else was at Chatzy today, would've enjoyed throwing ideas around.