Just got back from SAT prep, will have my CS finished soon. Quick question, I presume Nyte and I will be placed into team RPGD? How will our characters make their debut, just introduced as new students during whatever current class there is in the IC?
Yeah google translate is pretty bad with translating Latin.
I say that as someone who has spent about 5 or 6 years now studying the language.
Yeah, I've been taking it for a while now as well. I rely on the textbook's dictionary, since it's pretty obvious that people use GT when they read their translation aloud.
Heyo, checking in before I head out to my SAT course. Finished Delta's weapons, so they can be critiqued if need be. I'll have to hold back from brainstorming while I'm taking the practice test, >.>
Okie, sorry it isn't much, just a placeholder I'll finish up tomorrow. It's currently 2 AM here, so I gotta crash for the night. I guess he could fill in that slot in Team R? The name may be subject to change, when I'm more awake tomorrow. Anyways, night all!
Name: Delta Snow
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Race: Human
What Delta considers to be his primary weapon of choice, a logical decision made by an adolescent bred for marksmanship. Although the rifle has an official experimental name, for some reason beyond common knowledge,Forthright was haphazardly plastered onto its housing and stuck. Hailing from the technologically advanced kingdom, Atlas, it wouldn't take a genius to deduce that the weapon is of an equivalent prestige. With an overall length of fifty inches, the Forthright never fails to surprise people with its designation as an anti-material, considering its near-rifle size. The semi-automatic weapon is outfitted with a hydraulic piston to absorb recoil. Normally, one's shoulder would shatter from the kickback of more than a couple successive shots. But with this feature implemented, Delta can followup initial attacks. Sporting a high amount of stopping power, a rail for interchangeable optics, and an adaptive camouflage system, the Forthright is something Delta can heavily rely on. Its secondary mode isn't as glamorous as that of other weapons. The barrel merely collapses on itself, decreasing the length of the weapon to forty inches. This transition makes the rifle far more maneuverable in CQC, but taking the RPM into account, face to face brawls isn't something Delta seeks. As for melee combat... well, the stock is pretty sturdy. Delta prefers to utilize fire dust with Forthright.
Any sensible marksman knows that bearing a fallback weapon is an upstanding pretense, and by no means does Delta deviate from such an ethic. But to most, his choice of a secondary seems archaic in design and form. Yet as the policy deeply integrated in society goes; looks can be deceiving. The revolver ironically dubbed Peace by Delta when he actually felt like exercising a sense of humor is loaded with six rounds. The heavy hitting sidearm rises to the challenge when it shows off its flexibility with ammunition. What would usually entail a dual-mode system has been jampacked into one compact firing mechanism. Every cartridge is loaded with an individual projectile, surrounded by buckshot which fan out upon ejection for a wider area of effect. Even though Delta bears two of these revolvers, he only uses one at a time, since his physique doesn't meet the requirement to fire the sidearm without using both hands to manage the heavy recoil. Delta prefers to utilize ice dust, so he can temporarily freeze his adversaries and move into a more beneficial position.
"Sacrificing people to maintain peace seems unavoidable."
Specialty: Marksman - Delta is an adept warrior in the art of marksmanship. Although some merely write off the expertise as something as tactless as aiming at a target and pulling a trigger, the boy, and many others, would strongly disagree. It's a given that he excels in mid-to-long range combat, since his weapon can be applied as a sniper and a DMR, but he is capable of much more than just dropping an adversary from a distance. Due to his upbringing and redundant requirements of his combat role, he's effective when working in correlation with teammates. Providing overwatch or as a long arm of a group, Delta is as flexible as he is composed.
As the trend goes, a semblance is a reflection on an aspect of one's soul. Now Delta may not buy such a philosophical explanation, but he does agree that such abilities do correlate with their users. From past accounts, people used their semblances in an active manner, ensued at command. Unfortunately, this isn't the case for this individual. On the contrary, his is considered to be passive. Delta's semblance manifests into a physical entity, which is now considered a close companion he refers to as Eve. It's not an innovative abbreviation or something just as elaborate, the name is merely something he pulled off the top of his head. Eve operates as Delta's spotter, providing precise calculations and distance measurements, along with a slew of other applications. But when Eve and Delta are not leaning into a stock, the former takes on a more friendly and casual demeanor, and is undoubtedly the more social of the two.. As to why his semblance came into fruition in such a manner, it may be a reference to his natural cohesiveness with others, or a tongue and cheek pun to his antisocial personality.
Personality: To start off, the conclusion can already be made from his name that Delta's a soldier at heart. A militaristic and rather traditional upbringing has molded the spirit of what should have been a child with the entitled experience of youth into a more reticent, and considerably obedient soul. Raised in a household where he was taught to know the grooves of his weapon more than the palm of his own hand, the now seventeen year old doesn't have the priorities most people his age have. At a glance, Delta is an individual who keeps up a presentable stature. A blank expression and a reticent demeanor encompass the young marksman. If one was to briskly skim over his character, they wouldn't find much. It can be argued that Delta is almost charismatic, albeit he should be at the rear of any formation, people always end up converging behind that slim back of his. This may be because he always retains a calm manner, no matter how fubar a situation may seem.
On the other side of the coin, when it comes to social interactions, Delta is as fluent with his words as a boarbatusk is smart. Having been raised somewhat secluded from other children his age, he doesn't really know how to keep the embers of a conversation from going out. Eve usually does the talking for him, since it's a subconscious manifestation of his more talkative, which he is unable to evoke. Actually, whenever Delta isn't behind an optic, he can be quite an airhead. Almost ambivalent to what people would consider natural etiquette, it's as if he would be lost in a city without any form of escort. He may not be aware of it, but he is surprisingly conscious of others, and nonchalantly gives insight without a second thought.
Color: Ghost White
Sewn onto the left shoulder of his outfit. When people ask him why he chose such a design, the already formulated response is, "What goes around comes around."
Delta is somewhat average when it comes to height, keeping a composed figure standing at 5'9" that always seems to be at attention. When it comes to his taste in apparel, it's considered rather bland. He chooses to sport a grey shirt which only buttons at the navel, monotonous black jeans and combat boots, and whenever he is in a combat exercise, a slightly oversized hat with straps far exceeding his chin width. The only accessories he wears are goggles, gloves, and a small pouch for carrying Eve. Even though he bears a large rifle, his physique is considerably average, almost leaning towards the lanky side of the spectrum. His endurance makes up for the punch he lacks. After all, CQC isn't something he seeks. The tint of his hair complements his color scheme, a pigment only a tad lighter than grey. The only notable characteristic of his is the hue of his eyes, which are of an iconic slate.
So has anybody been watching Shimoneta? I watched all of the 6 episodes currently on you tube through Funimation.
Oh yeah, gotta catch up on that series. Erm, there are nine on animeshow.tv, which also has most of its anime at either 480/720p. Though I can definitely say that GATE is my favorite in this season.
I'll apply tomorrow afternoon. I got SAT prep first thing tomorrow, at most I'll get a WIP up. Is there anything pertinent in the past IC I'll need to know? I'll probably end up asking Luci for a quick synopsis later tonight.
So how many people are missing? How many complete teams do we have? Cause I'm going to call in the rest of the Old Fucks and see if they can fill in the void.
-gets pulled in by Lucius- Heyo, Luci recommended me to join this RP, as I'm one of the aforementioned "Old Fucks", though have only returned to this site as of recent. I think Luci listed covered all of the questions I would have, since we have another friend who would gladly fill in a spot. I'm gonna finish reading up on everything.
Onyx had been in the middle of taking in the attributes of his fellow comrades. Ebullience painted an expression on his face, while his eyes were shining brightly with fascination. It isn’t a wonder that he is usually mistaken to be younger than eighteen. Only once in a blue moon is the assumption made that he is a young adult. Although, this is usually in response to his crude humor and foul language, which only arise when he is having a heartly drink with friends. The white-haired youth was only intrigued further when the man finally introduced himself, ”Terrence Wolfe? Are you secretly related to wolves? Wait, are you a werewolf?! Wow, the empire has truly outdone itself.” Reality and the concept of being sensible had a weak grasp on Onyx’s fleeting imagination. It was amazing how many creative thoughts sprouted just from a last name. It was a little unsettling, in all honesty. No, it was extremely disconcerting. ”Unless if your name is finished off with an ‘e’. Then there’s nothing too intriguing though. Although… I found out mine pokes fun at one of the commanding soldiers here. I’m not sure if he knows it, but I surely do~.” The boy laughed mischieviously under his collar.
”Anyways, I digress. Pleased to meet you, Terrence Wolfe. I wonder what interesting titles other people around here live by? I swear, if somebody’s named something as generic as ’Bob’, I’m going to cry. Trust me, I will. I do not lie. Much.” He finished off the last clauses briskly before glancing in the direction of a few soldiers bearing bread. ”I only had a small portion, so they’ll probably give me a decent share… Just depends on how much you asked for. Well, time to test my luck. Onwards, to sustenance!” And so, Onyx led the strut for wheaty heaven. After a few minutes of bartering, begging, and downright pleading, the boy procured himself two slices of bread from the soldiers brimming with irritation. They quickly walked off, hoping to cease their acknowledgement of Onyx’s existence. The boy hurried back to Terrence with a skip in his step and a tune being hummed, ”See? I totally had the upper hand during that entire conversation! That pleading was definitely flawlessly planned out, those cries were all but a figment of your imagination!” Onyx boasted with a puffed chest before tossing the other slice the man’s way, ”Anyways, I would say we should go strike up a conversation with some people…” His voice trailed off as he watched a soldier scale a hillside, but he decided to let it go, ”...but there’ll be a time for that later. Just going to enjoy the bread, and take a breather.” He slumped onto his chosen bed sheet and began to sift through his bag. For all he knew, this could be the last night he could attain a stable sense of security. Might as well indulge in as much ambrosia as offered.
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