If you're buying "health food bars" make sure you check the sugar content. A little natural sugar is normal, but it ain't heathy if it has 20g added sugar.
3 yrs ago
Being a small pepper.
3 yrs ago
Just shout to the heavens "UWOH SEGGS" and wait for divine inspiration. Or your family's disapproval. Whichever gets there first.
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3 yrs ago
I love when I shovel myself out, drive through a snowstorm to get to work on time... and then my boss calls me 5 minutes after when I was supposed to arrive that he's not coming in and to go home...
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Bio
Facts about me: 1. I like writing. 2. I like cats. 3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril) 4. I am 30+ years old... (I lost count...) 5. I have graduated college. 6. I'm trying to get better at drawing. 7. I'm a dude. 8. I eat far too much cheese. 9. I watched a Markiplier video once. Now I have a crippling Taki addiction. Don't send help, just more Takis. 10. I have two dogs and they're cuter than yours. 11. For some reason I have three motorcycles. 12. My cheese addiction has cost me one gallbladder. I have not learned my lesson.
As a small concern, I'm starting to see a lot of character overlap. Not gonna say anything about having multiple saiyans. It's DBZ, it's expected. I almost did it myself.
But we sure do have a lot of healers for example. At this rate we could practically just rotate fighters out and wear the enemy down over time XD
Just mentioning it in case anyone else has a thought on the matter.
Now I have no real authority here but if it were me I'd ask that you do some formatting because that hurts my eyes to read. Mostly because your character's bio is incredibly long. Bolding and/or underlining the categories so it's easier to tell the sections apart would be actually amazing.
Edit: actually, I do have a question that's been eating at the back of my head for a bit.
The RP description seemed to suggest all variations of our characters were/are being hunted down throughout the timelines. Is this correct or are all our characters just people who coincidentally had their homes destroyed and thus they're in a prime position to be made use of by the Supreme Kai of Time?
This is done with an in-character dossier of information readily available about your character in mind, in addition to that which they are willing to disclose to those hiring them for the mission. Anything you do not want visible to the public please PM to me.
Full name: Amynta T'Vete
Race: Asari
Citizenship: She was last an official citizen of the Systems Alliance
Aliases:
Age: 99
Gender: Female
Phys. Eval.: Average by most metrics, her main defining physical traits are the slight pinkish hue to her otherwise standard, blue Asari skin and a small tattoo in the center of her chest of three hearts circling each other.
Height - 5'8" Weight - 155
Biotics: Her biotics are powerful, though this is not necessarily anything unusual considering this could be said of her entire species. Of note, however, is her unique proclivity toward biotic barriers that are incredibly sturdy despite her limited training in the use of biotics. Most of her abilities are self-taught and do not extend past simple, straightforward telekinetic-style usages, such as pushing, pulling, and lifting.
History:
She was born to a retired Alliance marksman with middling biotic capabilities and an older Asari who had been entering the matriarch phase of her life. Her mother had thought she was past having children, but apparently something about her father had gotten her attention, and so she'd decided to change course just a little while longer.
She spent most of her early childhood with two sisters and her father. Her mother had stronger encouraged the three to spend as much time with their father as possible, knowing their time with him would be comparatively limited. This was where she learned to use a rifle, her and her "middle sister," Antheia, having been fascinated by his war stories. The "little sister" of the three, Ilithyia, often tagged along, but ended up being the quiet one, overshadowed by the Antheia's enthusiasm. It was only Amynta's strong will that kept her from similarly being overshadowed.
They had settled on a quiet planet in human space, not too far from their father's friends and relatives, but somewhat isolated, allowing their father some peace in his retirement. Much needed peace and quiet, having survived the Reaper conflict. Their mother would often say it was that "seen it all" look in his eyes that had gotten her interest.
The peace was not to last. There was always an element of chaos. For some, they forget the hell of their near extinction all too quickly and looked to capitalize on the aftermath. Neither their mother's years of wisdom and experience or their father's time as a soldier could keep them together. It was no grand catastrophe or uncommon event that ended their happy days, but a simple band of marauders that numbered one too many.
Barely out of their teens by human standards, the sisters were forced to flee, as their presence could only have delayed the inevitable at best. At the time, she was not aware of what she would one day be capable of, and unrealized potential matters little in a crisis. After fleeing, a few of her father's old friends banded together upon hearing what happened and went to investigate, but could only bring back the news the sisters had feared the most.
The years went by. They grew up largely around humans at first, staying with what they knew. In doing so they lacked heavily in guidance that they could have received from others of their kind, though in time this would prove at least somewhat beneficial.
However, it was not to last. The support from their father's friends could only get them so far and Amynta had effectively taken over as the head of their family. They didn't need her to be their mother, but neither had any of them been prepared to so suddenly be on their own. Their real mother should have still been with them for centuries to come.
Being born so soon after the cursed year left them constantly under scrutiny, and even Amynta with all her stubborn will could only do so much to protect her family from that kind of harm. She could not fight off words and suspicious glances.
In the end, they chose to leave, one last time taking advantage of the charity of her father's old war buddies. In the end, Amynta would fail to truly hold her family together. Once they'd been uprooted, they never quite settled down again. Their only refuge was the frightening realm of Aria T'Loak. While they faced far less scrutiny, they didn't have to look far to find reminders of the people who'd taken everything from them.
Antheia took to traveling, putting into practice their father's teachings in order to make a living. Amynta would follow her, wanting to ensure her sister didn't do anything too stupid. Ilithyia stayed put, living a simple, civilian life and making sure they'd always have a home to return to, though they rarely did. In a way, she took the hardest road, as her sisters could always just move on if prejudices made things too uncomfortable -- which even in Omega space, it often did.
Amynta would take any odd job, not wanting to become a soldier of fortune like her sister was becoming. Construction, cooking, cleaning, simple security, etc. After a few years she'd done just about everything you didn't need a formal education to do. She did whatever it took to afford food, shelter, and the supplies to maintain her rifle. While she was not a mercenary, it was all she had left as a connection to her father. Furthermore, seeing as her sister was a mercenary, if she was to actually keep her out of trouble, she needed to be ready.
Whenever it was time to move on, she'd often book passage to other worlds on whatever ship her sister had been hired to protect, leading to what eventually became a well rehearsed routine.
"I'm not paying for your ticket."
"I didn't ask you to."
It was one such ship that altered the course of her life. For better or for worse, she debates to this very day. Pirates caught them between jumps, seeming happy to haul the wreck of their ship back to sell as salvage if they couldn't board the ship itself. Outgunned, they tried to run but there was no escaping in time.
Amynta put herself alone in the rear cargo-hold as the pirates locked on. Their ships shields had long since failed, and further attacks would have started venting the hull. In desperation, she threw up a biotic barrier, hoping to just buy a little more time. One shot, then two, her barrier alone withstood multiple shots from the pirate's cannons.
Next came a missile, and still the ship survived as her barrier nullified the blast, but she'd been pushed past her limit. Her vision faded and she was tossed from the cargo-hold out into space.
Their ship had recovered its shields, but they would fail again before long once the next barrage struck. Limping through space, it seemed surrender was their only hope for any of them to survive, though what fate truly awaited them none could say... but the attacks stopped before they could radio their pursuers.
Instead, the pirate ship radioed them first.
"Everyone OK?"
She had blacked out briefly, but awoken moments later, drifting in space. At the last moment, she'd used her biotics to launch herself to the pirate's ship and break into it. While hardly a commando, a handful of startled pirates hadn't stood a chance. It was from here that a schism slowly grew between the two traveling sisters. In one fell swoop, she'd completely stolen the show from her sister.
People began asking for her, assuming she was the gun for hire. While she'd occasionally worked as her sister's partner if it was absolutely necessary, she'd never before considered it to be her line of work. More and more, however, she began to get dragged into it. More and more, she proved her greater aptitude.
More and more her sister began to resent her. Eventually, the tension between the two boiled over and they split apart.
As much as she'd always tried to avoid it, it was during this time that Amynta fully shifted gears into mercenary work. A regular job had always been... difficult to hold and people were always willing to prey on her desperation. Her fight against the pirates had taught her what she was truly capable of and, not only was she more suited for it, mercenary work payed better. She'd always been careful and vigilant -- a survivor. She was the type to actually live long enough to get paid.
It was almost too perfect for her. She was a rarity among independent mercenaries -- someone you could actually trust. Not just trust to not turn on you, but to actually see a job through. The sector had basically been conquered by pirates, if organized pirates, but many of those who'd always been there were just regular folk who now had to deal with a new regime.
She wasn't in it for riches and glory, just to get by. Getting by didn't involve getting pulled into raids and private wars. Her and people who just needed private security were practically made for each other. Those who would otherwise get passed over due to limited funds could turn to her.
This eventually gave her trustworthy contacts that would help her find paying clients who wouldn't shoot her in the back or lie about what the job was. It was a slow and steady snowball effect as she took on bigger and bigger jobs as her talent and client-base grew.
There was another benefit to all this. Immersed as she was in this new life and with the reputation she'd fostered, she could easily learn of certain goings on. Through a web of mutual contacts, she was told that a group was gearing up for a big job and were hiring outside help.
She almost missed this, as anyone who knew her would have immediately known she wouldn't be interested in the kind of work being proposed, but Amynta still looked into it. It sounded like the kind of thing that could lead to a shift of power, however slight, in the region, so she wanted to know about it.
She recognized a name.
She'd had a lot of time to think, and she'd figured out why her seemingly unremarkable family had been targeted. Having lived out on their own, they had been isolated. Her mother being an Asari matriarch, their attackers had figured they'd be an easy, but potentially lucrative target. Low risk, high reward, or at least they'd hoped.
They'd been right enough.
Their group had grown over the years, taking on the name "Hope of Fortune," though still smaller than some of the more infamous mercenary outfits. They'd become too big to work as raiders, as they'd draw too much attention to themselves, and had turned to working as hired muscle, often working underneath those other, bigger groups.
Amynta turned to her most trusted contact, an old Asari matriarch, Matriarch Sotiria, who'd taken a liking to her and her style. She had been around the region for a long, long time; long before Aria had begun her conquest. She had influence everywhere, and it was easy enough for her to get Amynta's name to Hope of Fortune and their leader.
They wanted her, figuring her experience and biotic talents would help them land their biggest job yet. They didn't know who she was and she agreed on the spot. She'd barely asked any questions, and honestly had at times feared she looked too eager. She was able to discover that they still worked under the same leadership, though in his advancing age he rarely stepped foot into battle himself anymore.
Having now tracked down the man who'd shattered their world, she tried to contact her sister, but had no idea where to even start. She resolved to simply request her contact to do her best to track her down. If she was still a mercenary herself, there was hope she'd manage before too long. However, this wasn't something she could wait on.
The job was basically a territory dispute on some backwater planet, with each side wanting the land for themselves to set up shop. It was close enough to a lucrative trade route to set up a good smuggling operation. Their side already had a foothold, while the other side insisted that it was their territory the other was encroaching on.
Her plan was almost foolhardy in its simplicity. She leaked some information to the rival side and leveraged her own reputation to take command of the group on her side. She sent dozens of mercenaries to their deaths, and when they tried to retreat, they found a nigh impenetrable biotic barrier blocking their way while they were left to be slaughtered.
When the rival group stormed the base, they found naught but corpses, with no sign of their killer.
Amynta, meanwhile, slipped away, returning to her employer. She called ahead to report her "failure," but when her ship landed, she wasn't on it. She'd allowed the onboard VI to go through the simple process of landing the ship at their compound.
The compound was a small, walled fort at the foot of a mountain. As far as one could tell, it was some old outpost that had been built back up by the mercenary band. It was rather secure, and would be a nightmare to storm on foot. One would almost certainly need heavy equipment.
There was just one major flaw in the compounds defenses, however. The mountainous terrain gave someone with good aim, someone like Amynta, a line of sight up and over the walls to the landing pad behind them. She watched the mercenaries scratch their heads through her scope as the boarding ramp of her ship lowered, only for no one to walk down it. She watched their boss scream his head off about something or another.
In hindsight, she should have shot him then and there. She shot the men next to him first, wanting him to feel some of the fear she'd felt all those years ago. However, it unfortunately let the old-man turn activate his personal shields, her shots glancing off them as he ran for it.
Any sane person would have cursed their decision and called it a loss, but Amynta may not have been particularly sane in that moment. What followed was a cold-blooded slaughter. One-by-one she methodically hunted down every last mercenary in the compound. Most never even saw her. The shots seemed to come from everywhere and their own walls became vantage points for their killer.
There was a good reason the boss had been furious. He'd lost a lot of men due to the stunt she'd pulled. With their numbers reduced, there proved to be nothing they could do to put an end to her hunt. When the survivors smartened up and began running for cover indoors, she unleashed her untamed but powerful biotics upon them in those confined spaces.
The mountain that had guarded their backs now became their tombstone. There was nowhere to run, for anyone who made for the front gate or a vehicle had been picked off instantly. All that was left was their leader and the man who'd decades ago unknowingly signed all their death warrants.
He had gathered the few remaining men under his employ to set a last ditch ambush at the farthest end of the compound, an d it was here that Amynta pushed her luck to its limits. Any other day it wouldn't have worked. Any other day she would have known full well that he had nowhere to go and that she could have waited him out; set her own trap in return.
However, that day she couldn't have been held back by anyone or anything. Her obsession wouldn't let her stop. She stormed the room, only concerned that her quarry was finally cornered and unable to run. She found him there, but also the hailstorm of bullets he'd had waiting for her.
She quickly used her biotics to shield herself from the barrage of gunfire, and then... she had an idea. She expanded her barrier more and more until it filled the entire room -- but she didn't let any of them inside of it. She let out a surge of power that destroyed the entire room, smashing them all flat. Even as she saw the walls begin to crumble around her, she didn't stop.
She'd missed her shot once, but not again.
Between fighting her way into that room and her final stunt she was spent as the building collapsed in on her.
She was to awaken once more, however. She awoke to see her sister. In the end she had gotten her message and come for her and dragged her out of the wreckage. She was chastised for her foolishness and "Oh how the tables have turned. You've changed, sister. So reckless." As well as "You've done it again, putting on some crazy performance. Are you trying to put me out of business?"
Somehow, the results were the opposite this time. Having avenged their family at nearly the cost of her own life, her stunt had begun the process of mending their relationship.
They resumed working together for a time, but it was all very routine in the coming decades. At first she was worried that what technically amounted to a betrayal of her employer would leave her blacklisted if anyone found out. She never took credit for it, but it was far from impossible for someone to put two-and-two together. However she'd earned the respect of enough of her contacts that they were willing to spin things for her if necessary. After all, it wasn't like anyone else had killed her parents.
As the story slowly spread amongst those who'd figured it out, she ended up in higher demand than ever. After all, she'd single-handedly crushed an entire mercenary group out of sheer spite. Having well and truly established herself, she had more opportunities than ever to sharpen her skills, especially as Asari slowly began to become accepted again.
Until she just dropped off the radar. It had all been a blur, being forced into a life she never would have chosen only to be so good at it, it had been hard to stop. So, one day, she just hit the brakes, hoping to fade into the background until she was forgotten and could live a more peaceful life...
Anthea was still off working as a hired gun, but as a more permanent member of a mostly legitimate private military company, where she'd apparently found love with one of the other women who worked there. Her little sister meanwhile had started studying the rachni, hearing that their species had turned on each other, and curious to see if anything could be done for the peaceful once that remained.
And Amynta? Well she wasn't doing much of anything by comparison. She was filled with a strange sense of contentment, as if she was just... done. She was barely more than a child by Asari standards and yet she felt complete in a way. A violent century had flown by, and while she was only a quick call away if her sisters ever needed her, she was ready to let the next one pass by quietly.
Psych. Eval.: The three top words that generally describe her are cautious, responsible, and mindful. This combined with a stubborn willfulness often results in her attempting to take charge of any out of control situation in an attempt to remedy it. Usually, she will be the last to panic in any given crisis.
She has patience bordering on being total passivity unless she has decided it is time to take action.
Much of her personality seems rooted in the earliest years of her life, showing little evolution of her persona over time. After the loss of her parents, she took charge of her family, which seems to have given birth to most of the above traits. However, her personality traits have been proven to extend beyond her immediate family, taking similar care with anyone or anything she feels responsible for.
Contrary to what one might expect, she does not go out of her way to help others. While she has a strong distaste for those who prey on others, she does not make it her personal mission to stop anyone who is not directly threatening her or those she's responsible for, as she feels such heroics are unnecessary added risks.
Qualifications: Decades of mercenary experience with an unusually high survival rate for anyone working with her or under her protection. While not boasting a totally flawless record for completing assignments, she has never lost a client. She's an ace marksman with reliable biotics as a back-up.
She also has a hard won network of contacts from her time as a mercenary. Having carefully curated her clientele, she has accumulated a sizeable list of trustworthy people, many of whom owe her despite having long since paid off her wages due to her having kept many of them alive despite all odds.
Position: Designated marksman
Recruited: Yes
Inventory & Logistics: An effectively antique M-96 Mattock assault rifle with a modified scope and extended barrel M-12 Locust SMG modded with lightweight materials Reinforced, but unshielded light armor Omni-tool (does anyone not?) Flash-bangs (Apparently at her sister's recommendation, in case she ever needs to break into a room of angry men with guns again.)
Notoriety: 4 While a very effective mercenary, she never went out of her way to find glory, so to the less informed she's just one of many. To those who've heard her stories, however...
More than likely, rather than her weapon skills, it would be the mix of her tactical achievements and many repeat customers who sing her praises that might get people's attention. Normally a mercenary of such merit is spoken of in fear, but Amyta is spoken of almost... fondly.
WIP but I wanted to stick my foot in the door since I did have a mostly fleshed out concept. I'll finish the little stuff when I can. You know... like... a name...
If you have any advice or input on what I've put down so far, please feel free to throw it at me.
This is done with an in-character dossier of information readily available about your character in mind, in addition to that which they are willing to disclose to those hiring them for the mission. Anything you do not want visible to the public please PM to me.
Full name: Amynta T'Vete
Race: Asari
Citizenship: She was last an official citizen of the Systems Alliance
Aliases:
Age: 99
Gender: Female
Phys. Eval.: Average by most metrics, her main defining physical traits are the slight pinkish hue to her otherwise standard, blue Asari skin and a small tattoo in the center of her chest of three hearts circling each other.
Height - 5'8" Weight - 155
Biotics: Her biotics are powerful, though this is not necessarily anything unusual considering this could be said of her entire species. Of note, however, is her unique proclivity toward biotic barriers that are incredibly sturdy despite her limited training in the use of biotics. Most of her abilities are self-taught and do not extend past simple, straightforward telekinetic-style usages, such as pushing, pulling, and lifting.
History:
She was born to a retired Alliance marksman with middling biotic capabilities and an older Asari who had been entering the matriarch phase of her life. Her mother had thought she was past having children, but apparently something about her father had gotten her attention, and so she'd decided to change course just a little while longer.
She spent most of her early childhood with two sisters and her father. Her mother had stronger encouraged the three to spend as much time with their father as possible, knowing their time with him would be comparatively limited. This was where she learned to use a rifle, her and her "middle sister," Antheia, having been fascinated by his war stories. The "little sister" of the three, Ilithyia, often tagged along, but ended up being the quiet one, overshadowed by the Antheia's enthusiasm. It was only Amynta's strong will that kept her from similarly being overshadowed.
They had settled on a quiet planet in human space, not too far from their father's friends and relatives, but somewhat isolated, allowing their father some peace in his retirement. Much needed peace and quiet, having survived the Reaper conflict. Their mother would often say it was that "seen it all" look in his eyes that had gotten her interest.
The peace was not to last. There was always an element of chaos. For some, they forget the hell of their near extinction all too quickly and looked to capitalize on the aftermath. Neither their mother's years of wisdom and experience or their father's time as a soldier could keep them together. It was no grand catastrophe or uncommon event that ended their happy days, but a simple band of marauders that numbered one too many.
Barely out of their teens by human standards, the sisters were forced to flee, as their presence could only have delayed the inevitable at best. At the time, she was not aware of what she would one day be capable of, and unrealized potential matters little in a crisis. After fleeing, a few of her father's old friends banded together upon hearing what happened and went to investigate, but could only bring back the news the sisters had feared the most.
The years went by. They grew up largely around humans at first, staying with what they knew. In doing so they lacked heavily in guidance that they could have received from others of their kind, though in time this would prove at least somewhat beneficial.
However, it was not to last. The support from their father's friends could only get them so far and Amynta had effectively taken over as the head of their family. They didn't need her to be their mother, but neither had any of them been prepared to so suddenly be on their own. Their real mother should have still been with them for centuries to come.
Being born so soon after the cursed year left them constantly under scrutiny, and even Amynta with all her stubborn will could only do so much to protect her family from that kind of harm. She could not fight off words and suspicious glances.
In the end, they chose to leave, one last time taking advantage of the charity of her father's old war buddies. In the end, Amynta would fail to truly hold her family together. Once they'd been uprooted, they never quite settled down again. Their only refuge was the frightening realm of Aria T'Loak. While they faced far less scrutiny, they didn't have to look far to find reminders of the people who'd taken everything from them.
Antheia took to traveling, putting into practice their father's teachings in order to make a living. Amynta would follow her, wanting to ensure her sister didn't do anything too stupid. Ilithyia stayed put, living a simple, civilian life and making sure they'd always have a home to return to, though they rarely did. In a way, she took the hardest road, as her sisters could always just move on if prejudices made things too uncomfortable -- which even in Omega space, it often did.
Amynta would take any odd job, not wanting to become a soldier of fortune like her sister was becoming. Construction, cooking, cleaning, simple security, etc. After a few years she'd done just about everything you didn't need a formal education to do. She did whatever it took to afford food, shelter, and the supplies to maintain her rifle. While she was not a mercenary, it was all she had left as a connection to her father. Furthermore, seeing as her sister was a mercenary, if she was to actually keep her out of trouble, she needed to be ready.
Whenever it was time to move on, she'd often book passage to other worlds on whatever ship her sister had been hired to protect, leading to what eventually became a well rehearsed routine.
"I'm not paying for your ticket."
"I didn't ask you to."
It was one such ship that altered the course of her life. For better or for worse, she debates to this very day. Pirates caught them between jumps, seeming happy to haul the wreck of their ship back to sell as salvage if they couldn't board the ship itself. Outgunned, they tried to run but there was no escaping in time.
Amynta put herself alone in the rear cargo-hold as the pirates locked on. Their ships shields had long since failed, and further attacks would have started venting the hull. In desperation, she threw up a biotic barrier, hoping to just buy a little more time. One shot, then two, her barrier alone withstood multiple shots from the pirate's cannons.
Next came a missile, and still the ship survived as her barrier nullified the blast, but she'd been pushed past her limit. Her vision faded and she was tossed from the cargo-hold out into space.
Their ship had recovered its shields, but they would fail again before long once the next barrage struck. Limping through space, it seemed surrender was their only hope for any of them to survive, though what fate truly awaited them none could say... but the attacks stopped before they could radio their pursuers.
Instead, the pirate ship radioed them first.
"Everyone OK?"
She had blacked out briefly, but awoken moments later, drifting in space. At the last moment, she'd used her biotics to launch herself to the pirate's ship and break into it. While hardly a commando, a handful of startled pirates hadn't stood a chance. It was from here that a schism slowly grew between the two traveling sisters. In one fell swoop, she'd completely stolen the show from her sister.
People began asking for her, assuming she was the gun for hire. While she'd occasionally worked as her sister's partner if it was absolutely necessary, she'd never before considered it to be her line of work. More and more, however, she began to get dragged into it. More and more, she proved her greater aptitude.
More and more her sister began to resent her. Eventually, the tension between the two boiled over and they split apart.
As much as she'd always tried to avoid it, it was during this time that Amynta fully shifted gears into mercenary work. A regular job had always been... difficult to hold and people were always willing to prey on her desperation. Her fight against the pirates had taught her what she was truly capable of and, not only was she more suited for it, mercenary work payed better. She'd always been careful and vigilant -- a survivor. She was the type to actually live long enough to get paid.
It was almost too perfect for her. She was a rarity among independent mercenaries -- someone you could actually trust. Not just trust to not turn on you, but to actually see a job through. The sector had basically been conquered by pirates, if organized pirates, but many of those who'd always been there were just regular folk who now had to deal with a new regime.
She wasn't in it for riches and glory, just to get by. Getting by didn't involve getting pulled into raids and private wars. Her and people who just needed private security were practically made for each other. Those who would otherwise get passed over due to limited funds could turn to her.
This eventually gave her trustworthy contacts that would help her find paying clients who wouldn't shoot her in the back or lie about what the job was. It was a slow and steady snowball effect as she took on bigger and bigger jobs as her talent and client-base grew.
There was another benefit to all this. Immersed as she was in this new life and with her growing reputation, she was one day contacted by a group for job -- a group that she quickly recognized.
She'd had a lot of time to think, and she'd figured out why her seemingly unremarkable family had been targeted. Having lived out on their own, they had been isolated. Her mother being an Asari matriarch, their attackers had figured they'd be an easy, but potentially lucrative target. Low risk, high reward, or at least they'd hoped.
They'd been right enough.
And now, unknowingly, those same people wanted to hire her. Their group had grown over the years, taking on the name "Hope of Fortune," though still smaller than some of the more infamous mercenary outfits. They'd become too big to work as raiders, as they'd draw too much attention to themselves, and had turned to working as hired muscle, often working underneath those other, bigger groups.
They wanted her, figuring her experience and biotic talents would help them land their biggest job yet. They didn't know who she was, but she knew who they were. She agreed on the spot. She'd barely asked any questions, and honestly had at times feared she looked too eager. She was able to discover that they still worked under the same leadership, though in his advancing age he rarely stepped foot into battle himself anymore.
She tried to contact her sister, but had no idea where to even start, and resolved to simply having some of her contacts do their best to track her down. If she was still a mercenary herself, there was hope they'd manage sooner of later. However, sooner or later wasn't something she could wait on.
The job was basically a territory dispute on some backwater planet, with each side wanting the land for themselves to set up shop. It was close enough to a lucrative trade route to set up a good smuggling operation. Their side already had a foothold, while the other side insisted that it was their territory the other was encroaching on.
Her plan was almost foolhardy in its simplicity. She leaked some information to the rival side and leveraged her own reputation to take command of the group on her side. She sent dozens of mercenaries to their deaths, and when they tried to retreat, they found a nigh impenetrable biotic barrier blocking their way while they were left to be slaughtered.
When the rival group stormed the base, they found naught but corpses, with no sign of their killer.
Amynta, meanwhile, slipped away, returning to her employer. She called ahead to report her "failure," but when her ship landed, she wasn't on it. She'd allowed the onboard VI to go through the simple process of landing the ship at their compound. She wasn't all that far away though, she watched the mercenaries scratch their heads through her scope as the boarding ramp of her ship lowered, only for no one to walk down it. She watched their boss scream his head off about something or another.
In hindsight, she should have shot him then and there. She shot the men next to him first, wanting him to feel some of the fear she'd felt all those years ago. However, it unfortunately let the old-man turn activate his personal shields, her shots glancing off them as he ran for it.
There was a good reason he'd been furious, though. He'd lost a lot of men due to the stunt she'd pulled. She hunted him down throughout his own compound, picking them off one-by-one and unleashing her untamed but powerful biotics upon them. In the end she cornered him at the far end of his little base where he'd gathered the last of his group to set up a last ditch ambush.
Any other day it wouldn't have worked, but she'd been out for blood and with each pull of the trigger she'd fallen more and more prey to her own tunnel-vision.
She quickly used her biotics to shield herself from the barrage of gunfire, and then... she had an idea. She expanded her barrier more and more until it filled the entire room -- but she didn't let any of them inside of it. She let out a surge of power that destroyed the entire room, smashing them all flat. Even as she saw the walls of the compound begin to crumble around her, she didn't stop.
She'd missed her shot once, but not again.
Between fighting her way into that room and her final stunt she was spent as the compound collapsed in on her.
She was to awaken once more, however. She awoke to see her sister. In the end she had gotten her message and come for her and dragged her out of the wreckage. She was chastised for her foolishness and "Oh how the tables have turned. You've changed, sister. So reckless." As well as "You've done it again, putting on some crazy performance. Are you trying to put me out of business?"
Somehow, the results were the opposite this time. Having avenged their family at nearly the cost of her own life, her stunt had begun the process of mending their relationship.
They resumed working together for a time, but it was all very routine in the coming decades. At first she was worried that was technically amounted to a betrayal of her employer would leave her blacklisted, but she'd earned the respect of enough of her contacts that they were willing to spin things for her. After all, it wasn't like anyone else had killed her parents.
Rather, she was in higher demand than ever. After all, she'd in the end she'd single-handedly crushed an entire mercenary group out of sheer spite. Having well and truly established herself, she had more opportunities than ever to sharpen her skills, especially as Asari slowly began to become accepted again.
Until she just dropped off the radar. It had all been a blur, being forced into a life she never would have chosen only to be so good at it, it had been hard to stop. So, one day, she just hit the brakes, hoping to fade into the background until she was forgotten and could live a more peaceful life...
Anthea was still off working as a hired gun, but as a more permanent member of a mostly legitimate private military company, where she'd apparently found love with one of the other women who worked there. Her little sister meanwhile had started studying the rachni, hearing that their species had turned on each other, and curious to see if anything could be done for the peaceful once that remained.
And Amynta? Well she wasn't doing much of anything by comparison. She was filled with a strange sense of contentment, as if she was just... done. She was barely more than a child by Asari standards and yet she felt complete in a way. A violent century had flown by, and while she was only a quick call away if her sisters ever needed her, she was ready to let the next one pass by quietly.
Psych. Eval.: The three top words that generally describe her are cautious, responsible, and mindful. This combined with a stubborn willfulness often results in her attempting to take charge of any out of control situation in an attempt to remedy it. Usually, she will be the last to panic in any given crisis.
She has patience bordering on being total passivity unless she has decided it is time to take action.
Much of her personality seems rooted in the earliest years of her life, showing little evolution of her persona over time. After the loss of her parents, she took charge of her family, which seems to have given birth to most of the above traits. However, her personality traits have been proven to extend beyond her immediate family, taking similar care with anyone or anything she feels responsible for.
Contrary to what one might expect, she does not go out of her way to help others. While she has a strong distaste for those who prey on others, she does not make it her personal mission to stop anyone who is not directly threatening her or those she's responsible for, as she feels such heroics are unnecessary added risks.
Qualifications: Decades of mercenary experience with an unusually high survival rate for anyone working with her or under her protection. While not boasting a totally flawless record for completing assignments, she has never lost a client. She's an ace marksman with reliable biotics as a back-up.
She also has a hard won network of contacts from her time as a mercenary. Having carefully curated her clientele, she has accumulated a sizeable list of trustworthy people, many of whom owe her despite having long since paid off her wages due to her having kept many of them alive despite all odds.
Position: Designated marksman
Recruited: Yes
Inventory & Logistics: An effectively antique M-96 Mattock assault rifle with a modified scope and extended barrel M-12 Locust SMG modded with lightweight materials Reinforced, but unshielded light armor Omni-tool (does anyone not?)
Notoriety: 4 While a very effective mercenary, she never went out of her way to find glory, so to the less informed she's just one of many. To those who've heard her stories, however...
More than likely, rather than her weapon skills, it would be the mix of her tactical achievements and many repeat customers who sing her praises that might get people's attention. Normally a mercenary of such merit is spoken of in fear, but Amyta is spoken of almost... fondly.
@PPQ Purple don't worry about posting in the wrong place. Once you get a character accepted you can just edit that post to have the character sheet and nothing will be out of place. Sadly we can't delete our own posts but oh well.
Name: Velona Species: Zuichijin (Tentative name. Not sure I like it. Probably won't refer to it much if I can help it. And yes, it's something I made up.) She comes from a pale-skinned species with hyper-aggressive tendencies and strong bio-electric abilities. Over time, the weaker members of their race evolved away from uncontrollable aggression, but the stronger still require intense meditation and sometimes even a blindfold to control themselves. Her species has developed a sort of primitive ki-sensing ability, allowing them to mentally map the area around them in a sort of bubble, in order to make up for the blindfolds some of them wear. Age: 35 Gender: Female Appearance: Long, white hair, pale, almost pure-white skin with a delicate frame. She wears a cloth blindfold over her eyes, which are red. She wears elegant, loose fitting clothes, tied tightly to her body where it won't interfere with her range of motion.
Not really 100% what I imagined, but... yeah I'm not gonna find anything closer than that.
Personality: Stoic, serene, and patient, though her good nature has been tempered after recent events. She's the type to be the voice of reason in a chaotic situation. Bio:
Born on a planet under Freeza's occupation. Rather than being slaughtered and their planet sold off, Freeza attempted to make use of their species for their unique abilities. A group of saiyans were used as an occupying force. A waste of their talents and power, but perhaps that was the point, considering his feelings about saiyans.
One day, a young saiyan boy just appeared seemingly out of nowhere, though she would later learn he'd spent his early years growing in a tank. Neither of them fully aware of the tensions going on, they formed a sort of friendship. However, years later, she would learn of her people's plans for rebellion. She was to deal with the boy in order to steel her resolve for future conflict.
She did as she was told, but her heart wasn't in it. Despite her betrayal and failure, she was spared, though badly beaten by the time the fight was over. Perhaps he too could not bring himself to finish her, or perhaps he'd been able to tell that she'd been pulling her punches.
Regardless, she was left to limp away. She quickly learned that the rebellion was a total failure. With their scouters, the first attack to fail had put the occupying saiyans on alert, and soon enough their power and brutality overwhelmed the frailer of the two species. However, among those her people had slain was the leader of the saiyans -- and the boy's father. Her own parents had carried it out.
While saiyans were not known for their warm, loving families, that combined with Velona's betrayal had caused his rage to explode. In the end, they were both left orphaned. In the following days, Freeza himself arrived to mete out their punishment. Since the rebellion had already failed pathetically, Freeza did not simply destroy their planet, but instead razed half its surface to volcanic rock and glass, leaving those who remained to try and survive on the ravaged planet.
Velona should have been one of the unlucky ones, trapped on the doomed half of the planet. However, she was dragged away with a few others to be used as servants by the saiyans. A slave.
She soon learned that she hadn't been chosen by chance. In keeping with the saiyans monarchical society, the boy with his newfound power had taken the place of his father, even if unofficially due to his age. She expected to spend many, miserable years under their heels, but it was not to be.
The first few years were fearful, but over time she grew accustomed, and sometimes would even speak her mind. Her old companion would usually put her in her place, but wouldn't allow his fellow saiyans to do so. Eventually she realized that neither of them had quite truly been left alone in the wake of the disastrous rebellion. As twisted as it was, they had been left with each other.
This became especially important when all saiyans were recalled their home world. Seeing what had become of Velona's people, her companion was... suspicious. He delayed all those under his command, claiming engine trouble to those who asked. News soon enough reached them of Planet Vegeta's annihilation. In shock, they all went into hiding, destroying their scouters.
Thus, a group of warlike saiyans and a handful of servants were left to try and find a new way to live. They could no longer go tearing across the galaxy sowing havoc or they'd be found in short order. Over time, Velona slowly wormed her way into her old companion's life, perhaps out of desperation looking for the good in him she'd once known.
In the end, it wasn't as hard to find as she'd expected. In the end, she found herself in a way... teaching him. Or perhaps, better yet, reminding him of how things could be different. Better. For the longest time, she was still barely more then a glorified assistant to him, but he had come to heed her word and wouldn't shun or silence her. They once more respected each other.
When he had a child with another saiyan woman, it was Velona who insisted that he be raised "properly" and not left to incubate in some tank. It was then that she truly tested her standing in his eyes by browbeating him into being a father -- and she succeeded. It was then that she finally had a family again. It was hard to call the next few years truly the greatest of her strange, violent life, but they were happy.
Until it was all burned to ash once more.
Techniques: Shocking ki-blasts: Amping her natural bio-electric abilities with ki, she can launch it at her enemies. Electric Roots: She can channel her ki through the ground beneath her to lay traps or stealthily attack an enemy who is standing still and unaware. Has the same basic properties as the above, though less explosive. Projected Presence: She can project her ki signature across a fair distance, making it appear she is somewhere else. She can split it in multiple directions and the effect can be made strong enough to work almost like a visual mirage or illusion. Malefic Presence: The prior ability cranked up to 11, instilling a strong sense of danger, but cannot be split. Has been known to frighten weaker victims into unconsciousness. "The monster is right behind you." Extreme Spiral Detonator: A technique she learned through observation and her last resort. Two spinning orbs of ki are pressed together and launched, or preferably slammed into at melee range, the foe. If the victim is too weak, they will usually be sent flying and spinning into the distance. When the ki of the two orbs fully mix, it will lose all stability and explode catastrophically. Usually it is manually detonated by a subsequent ki blast once at a safe distance.
Transformations: Predator: While debatably not a true transformation, she can take advantage of her species' physiology to increase the intensity and density of the ki within her. This tends to cause her bio-electric abilities to run wild, leaving her cloaked in a violent storm of electricity and ki. It also tends to bring out her more vicious inner nature.
Facts about me:
1. I like writing.
2. I like cats.
3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril)
4. I am 30+ years old... (I lost count...)
5. I have graduated college.
6. [s]I'm trying to get better at drawing.[/s]
7. I'm a dude.
8. I eat [s]far too much[/s] cheese.
9. I watched a Markiplier video once. Now I have a crippling Taki addiction. Don't send help, just more Takis.
10. I have two dogs and they're cuter than yours.
11. For some reason I have three motorcycles.
12. My cheese addiction has cost me one gallbladder. I have not learned my lesson.
[s]Various[/s], relevant link[s]s[/s]:
[url]https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1700005/KillamriX88[/url]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Facts about me:<br>1. I like writing.<br>2. I like cats.<br>3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril)<br>4. I am 30+ years old... (I lost count...)<br>5. I have graduated college. <br>6. <span class="bb-s">I'm trying to get better at drawing.</span><br>7. I'm a dude.<br>8. I eat <span class="bb-s">far too much</span> cheese.<br>9. I watched a Markiplier video once. Now I have a crippling Taki addiction. Don't send help, just more Takis.<br>10. I have two dogs and they're cuter than yours.<br>11. For some reason I have three motorcycles.<br>12. My cheese addiction has cost me one gallbladder. I have not learned my lesson.<br><br><span class="bb-s">Various</span>, relevant link<span class="bb-s">s</span>:<br><a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1700005/KillamriX88">https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1700005/KillamriX88</a><br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://c.tenor.com/mHezXR7aUPcAAAAC/fu-hua-herrscher-of-sentience.gif" /></div></div>
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