Krayzikk

Mobile Suit Gundam - Londo Bell's Rising

Hey, I forgot to express interest in the Int Check but I was planning on doing something with @Crimmy. If that's still permissible.

Project Olympia 2.0

I actually have something else we'll need to figure out before starting up IC.

Who is living with who?

Rohrbach made arrangements that all participants be moved to the apartment complex just outside his lab for easy access to the students should anything go wrong (he lives at the lab). So... It's co-ed and but males can't room with females, but they can be on the same hallway.

Apartment Complex

The center door there leads to an entry way with a staircase that leads to upper floors. The 'dorm' mom/RA (Resident Assistant) (as this is still considered a dorm) lives on the first floor next to the Lobby/Lounge area (with a TV and game systems) and the Laundry room. There are 3 rooms on either side and they can each fit two people to a room.

Actually, I'll draw out a map here in a bit. For now, work on getting paired up for rooms. Otherwise, I'll randomize those too. :P

@HylianRose

Write and I talked a little, and we'd be perfectly happy having Acheri and Soleil as roommates.

Annoyingly long/technical post ahead...

(Technical details excised for space efficiency)

@Driving Park

This sounds a lot like my research for next fall. And it's all completely accurate, but (in my opinion) it might be a dose of realism it might be easier to overlook. If the good doc has moved all our characters into the apartments for ease of access, it's easier to assume that he more or less standardized the rooms. Because otherwise we have to go through the extra little bit of mental gymnastics to figure out why college students who signed up for experiments to help pay the bills might be in an expensive floor plan, and the rest might be in a cheaper one.

Just seems a little simpler to more or less standardize. Just my two cents, I don't feel strongly about it.

Project Olympia 2.0

Acheri Solomon

| In-Depth Appearance |

At 5’6”, Acheri Solomon does not look particularly menacing. She would have to really, really work at it to look anything approaching intimidating, and it still probably wouldn’t work. She’s a little too short, a little too slim, and a little too friendly-looking for that. The smile perpetually adorning her attractively strong face (which only gets wider when she’s around her friends) is as infectious as anything the med students handle, and there is no vaccine. The eyes above that grin are a deep, deep green, with black hair that falls down to her shoulders framing them. Her skin is a little lighter than her mother’s, but her heritage is unmistakable. Another trait she inherited from her mother is a very faint cleft in the chin; though it's barely noticeable, it's another mark of her ancestry.

She generally dresses casually, albeit not messily. Her hair is well kept, and her standard combination of jeans and a shirt always pair at least reasonably well together. Acheri never fails to rise to the occasion when more formality is required, but it isn’t really her preference. Her style of dress tends to be a little different at home. She'll usually wear around as casual and comfortable a variant of traditional Hopi garb as tradition will allow, with a feathered hood she can pull down to her eyes and over her shoulders like a shawl. For obvious reasons, this attire isn't very comfortable in the northern climate of her college, so she only ever wears it around her dorm when school is in session.

| Name |

Acheri Solomon

| Age |

20

| Gender |

Female

| Personality |

Where Acheri is concerned, a first impression only really conveys half the story. And exactly which half will depend on where, when, and how you meet her. If you met her at a lecture, for example, you’d meet the Acheri that shows up early, pays attention through the whole lecture, and actively questions and discusses ideas that fascinate her. If you met her in transit to class, you’d find her a little distant albeit very friendly. Less like she doesn’t want to talk to you, more like her thoughts are somewhere else. During one of her training sessions, on the other hand, she would come across as downright fiery. The truth is somewhere in the middle of all of these, and depends on who you are and where she is.

Acheri is energetic, passionate, and eager when it comes to subjects and people that fascinate her. This means that her professors and friends all see a huge degree of energy, while people that don’t know her just… Don’t. That’s not to say she dislikes strangers. Strangers may not be friends, but they’re people too and deserving of all the empathy that status entails. They are, on the other hand, people she doesn’t know and has no real personal attachment too. The brunt of her energy is best suited for people who are willing to accept and return her enthusiasm; namely, friends, family, and some colleagues. Everybody else gets the Acheri that’s just as friendly, but a lot more calm and laid back. Though given her penchant for doing absolutely nothing on days she has off, if you know her well enough she’ll loop right back around to calm again. Her energy really is very situational.

Her passions, though, will always bring about maximum effort. Acheri’s a Criminal Justice major, though she hasn’t quite decided if she’ll turn that into a career in law enforcement or in law quite yet. No one’s quite sure whether the strong sense of right and wrong brought about the interest in justice or vice versa, but the two absolutely go hand in hand with Acheri. There is a right, there is a wrong, and it’s her job (and everyone’s) to be able to see the difference and act on it. And that doesn’t just mean “stare disapprovingly at the wrong” in Acheri’s world. No, if something is wrong and you know it’s wrong you’d better damn well do something about it. ‘Bystander syndrome’ is an abhorrent concept in her eyes, and one she actively strives to defy. Conviction is critical, even if Acheri can be more than a little outspoken in her own. After all, what’s right is right and it doesn’t matter if the right thing is the unpopular thing. It’s still the right thing.

Unsurprisingly, views like hers come with a huge fondness for movies and TV shows about heroics, ranging from myths and legends to superhero shows. Though the larger than life heroes of Western media don’t always tickle her fancy, so the scope of what entertainment she enjoys is rather broad indeed.

| History |
For all of her pre-college life, Acheri was a resident of Arizona. Her mother was a Hopi Indian, and while Acheri didn’t grow up on Hopi land her mother taught her about their culture when she was very young. Acheri herself doesn’t necessarily agree with all of it, it goes miles to explaining where her strong sense of morality might have come from. Though her father contributed to that quite a lot as well; an aspiring author with a great fondness for old myths and legends, he made sure most of Acheri’s bedtime stories were filled with heroes and quests from the very day she was old enough to understand them. A homebrew of Hopi culture, heroic stories, and Saturday morning cartoons was bound to produce someone like Acheri in hindsight.

Most of her childhood, all things considered, was pretty uneventful. The Solomon household didn’t make very much money, but they made enough to get by. Little Acheri grew up reading books and catching her cartoons when they were on public TV on Saturdays, exercising her imagination through these simpler stories than the peers that grew up with nonstop access to Cartoon Network. She was a bright kid, and that love of reading gave her an early edge over classmates that hadn’t really been exposed to literature much before school. That edge only ever really grew, swelling alongside her fascination with the subject material in all of her classes. For the most part, though, her elementary school years were pretty normal. Though her parents had to admit that the occasional phone call because she elected to square off with a would-be-bully herself, rather than get a teacher, were a mild problem. Not really one that they could ever bring themselves to punish her for; technically she never really did anything wrong, and punishing her for standing up for herself was the exact opposite lesson they wanted to teach. So they tried to push her towards asking the teacher for help when she could, explaining sometimes you had to work with the system and that explanation generally cut down on the issues. Not eliminate, but they figured it was the best they were going to get.

The only unexpected thing she ever did was ask to take martial arts lessons. Her parents never really quite figured out why but it was the one thing Acheri was ever really insistent on asking for. It wasn’t really in the family budget to pay for lessons at a privately run school, but a combination of community programs and extracurricular activities proved much more affordable. The problems with the family budget started to become a lot more apparent as she moved into highs school, however. College was the elephant in the room, and really had been since her freshman year of high school.

Acheri couldn’t really miss it, and there was no getting around it. Both parents tried their best, efforts that redoubled ‘coincidentally’ with the start of her Sophomore year, but there wasn’t much that they could do. Even paying for community college would be a challenge, especially if Acheri followed through on the path she was eyeing. The only possible solution was obvious to her, and she pursued it relentlessly. She held a job at a local store throughout the latter three years of high school, kept up with her extracurricular activities, and threw all of her energy into her schoolwork. If she wanted to follow Criminal Justice at a good school, she’d need as many scholarships as she could get. And that meant being the best student she could be.

The combination of high level academics, work, and extracurriculars wasn’t an easy one. Far from it, but Acheri Solomon was bound and determined. After three years of high school her work paid off and she graduated in the top ten of her class, bound for Straider on as close to a full ride as she could possibly get. The money she had saved up from her job in high school was enough (with a little help from her parents and family) to pay for her first year of school, as well as keep her from being completely broke while at school, but the remainder plus the profits from her summer work weren’t quite enough to swing the full second year. Even with a part time job at college, she was in danger of not being able to afford the second semester without dipping into the money she kept in reserve for general use. Even then it’d be close.

So when she found a flyer describing a simple experiment in need of volunteers, and compensation for that experiment, it seemed like just what she needed.

| Chosen Pill Color: | Cerulean Blue.

| Other: |
-Dimensional Tether

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

So Millade went for the roof. That was Ben's observation, at least, once he could be sure that the body far below the base of the window couldn't be human. The dried blood on the wall said that whoever had climbed out (almost certainly Millade) was injured. Frankly, Bastille's leader wasn't too optimistic about her chances. If she'd been up there long enough for the blood to dry, she would have had minimal cover while the Grimm overran the facility. Still, they might have been too preoccupied with the other staff to check the roof. And, frankly, if this Millade was stubborn enough to shove a Grimm out a window instead of dying, then she might have been stubborn enough to stay alive.

Spite was a hell of an anesthetic.

Either way, he needed to either rescue or confirm her death. No way he was leaving anyone unaccounted for in this mess. He let Caletfwlch split again, just for the moment, while he slipped Artorius and Lawnslot back onto his belt. He'd need both hands free for climbing. He crossed over to the window in a few quick steps, pausing briefly to yell instructions back to Amy before he left. "Amy, get Moss out of her room and over to the cafeteria. I'm heading to the roof for Millade. Tell Lauren where I went, she'll tell you what to do from there."

"Back in a sec." Satisfied that the Hawk Faunus had heard him, he deftly swung his legs out of the window and braced his feet against the sill. His upper half followed a second later, hands reaching up to close around the top edge of the window and begin the process of pulling himself up. He was moving as quickly as he could to minimize the time he spent outside, using just a small Deinamig boost to give his arms the edge they needed to pull him up quickly and easily.

He'd reach the roof in just a few moments.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

"Great work, Kimiko-chan!" Daisuke crowed victoriously, flashing the other student a quick thumbs-up before he refocused on the DRUs in front of him. With the way he grinned, you'd think he'd already one. Maybe in his eyes he already had. Maybe in his eyes the presence of Miyamoto Daisuke and Kimiko Saitou and the embodiment of their spirits, allied with a mechanical fiend turned to their side by sheer force of will, was already proof of victory. Not that the DRUs were very eager to allow him his defiant attitude. The pizza bot he was previously fighting had taken it personally and started to charge him, while two of its brethren moved to flank.

But things were different now. Now, he had Benkei.

The samurai pushed Daisuke back with a forceful shove to the chest, one that the teen didn't fight even the slightest. To the contrary he took another step back himself to let his Persona move in front of him, effectively tagging the much more qualified entity into the fight. The two flanking DRUs were doomed to be outright disappointed, as their fireballs struck the Persona standing where his master had previously been and the flames were simply absorbed into his being. Not that the warrior was paying them any mind.

It, instead, was drawing back its naginata and swinging the haft directly towards the oncoming DRU while Daisuke shouted "Bash!". The collision of the two forces would be interesting to say the least, but the eldest Miyamoto didn't plan on being up close to see it. In a rare showing of better judgement he had elected to start withdrawing a few paces towards Kimiko, Kaguya, and the newly-flipped DRU to let Benkei be the new point of their formation.

He was much, much better equipped for it.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Angel Ferrara - QT-800 Model 101

Angel mulled over Cyare's offer carefully. It wasn't like he'd never cooked for strangers before (though he used the term strangers, he tried to get to know them first, he wasn't a floozy like Kaia said [and she had no room to talk, given all the times she'd tried to profit off of her unsuspecting best friend's acquired traits] he was, and he wouldn't cook for just anybody) it had just been a while! He needed a minute to shake off the rust! It didn't reflect on him as a chef, and once he got into the swing of it he'd be fine!

...

Oh no, where was that metaphor headed?

He blushed faintly and "hmmmphed," subtly biting his bottom lip.

"I'm gonna need to know your favorite fruit. Smoothies are a good pre-mission staple and should be consumed when possible."

@Plank Sinatra

Cyare Staunton

"Uh, apples?" The Tactical Mage answered, a little noncommittally, after a few moments of thought. She had never really considered what her favorite fruit was, given that she only really ate what was present and affordable. So having to pick was certainly new. She took a seat quite quickly, since her offer of help was unnecessary, and leaned her sword against the chair to watch the proceedings. "But anything is fine."

Mobile Suit Gundam - Sons of Amuro/Londo Bell's Rising

Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to force you to change up everything. I'm just saying that for people who've watched the UC (and people like me, who have watched it waaaaaay too comprehensively) you're going to start running into some issues with the timeline placement. Which is why I'm just trying to point some things out now, before you have to deal with them later.

I don't necessarily mean you'd need to dip into series that are completely different from the UC, but you might want to consider branching off from the canon UC route after CCA. Because like I said, almost nothing happens between CCA and Unicorn, and then after Unicorn nothing really happens with the early UC anymore. All the stuff after that is Late UC, which is a whoooole different can of worms.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Sons of Amuro/Londo Bell's Rising

Honestly, setting it after CCA is... Problematic. The Sleeves weren't a major military force, more a terrorist group. They had minimal manufacturing base, and only really began as a group nearly two years after CCA, just in time for the Laplace Conflict. And they basically dissolved to rejoin the Federation following the Laplace Conflict, which really only took place between the Nahel Argama and Frontal's crews. There's just almost nothing between the end of CCA and the start of Unicorn.

So, to be perfectly honest, you'd really need to either dedicate yourself to going mostly AU following CCA or set things during a time where the greater conflict isn't so defined. The Gryps Conflict and First Neo Zeon War were both pretty small scale in terms of what we saw; the Argama (and later Nahel Argama) were only parts of the overall conflict. We, for example, didn't see much of Karaba versus the Titans on Earth or any Federation forces versus Haman's Neo Zeon. That era could work pretty well.

If you do go AU, I'd advise carefully thinking out who you use for a villain. Delaz was never really a follower of Zeon Zum Deikun's philosophy, he was really just a revenge obsessed ass with a grudge to settle. That's why he had basically no plan past "We're gonna colony drop the Feddies again".

I'd also probably advise looking over the general state of mobile suits in the UC; while I can see why you would restrict Gundams for the most part, a lot of them actually have mass produced counterparts. And most of the Gundams, unlike in AU Gundam series, aren't inherently all-powerful mobile suits. The pilots are the OP ones. The Zeta and Double Zeta both had true mass produced counterparts made by Anaheim, and even grandaddy RX-78 had some derivations produced in limited numbers. And almost all of those Gundams (RX-0 not included because the Unicorn really is ungodly OP in a Newtype's hands) were either matched or completely outmatched by mobile suits in their same series. The O was a beast of a mobile suit, for example, that Kamille could only beat due to Newtype hax.

Long story short, you might want to consider carefully what era you set it in, and who you use for your antagonists.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Sons of Amuro/Londo Bell's Rising

Well, frankly, a Gelgoog was actually a better suit than the original RX-78-2 by the end of the OYW. The RX only continued kicking ass because Amuro was Amuro, and the only truly powerful Newtype we saw during the OYW. Char was a bit of one, but he never really had much power. By the time he got his Gelgood (and certainly by the time he got his Zeong) Char had better mobile suits than Amuro did. Amuro was just the better pilot.

I'm not saying OYW suits will be able to take on all of the CCA era's mobile suits, especially not with a halfway decent pilot, but standard Gelgoogs were a decent threat as far along as ZZ. And the Earth Zeon remnants in Unicorn almost completely overran Torrington base using mobile suits that couldn't be any newer than 0083. Long story short, something at least as recent as Zeta or ZZ should be able to hold up in the CCA era just fine. I mean, the Sleeves in Unicorn used a lot of Z and ZZ era suits.

Have you considered who the villains would be? Char's gone by this point, so Full Frontal?

Project Olympia 2.0

Aaaand barring some minor tweaks, this should do it. Happy to answer any questions about anything that might seem unclear, and looking forward to feedback.

Acheri Solomon

| In-Depth Appearance |

At 5’6”, Acheri Solomon does not look particularly menacing. She would have to really, really work at it to look anything approaching intimidating, and it still probably wouldn’t work. She’s a little too short, a little too slim, and a little too friendly-looking for that. The smile perpetually adorning her attractively strong face (which only gets wider when she’s around her friends) is as infectious as anything the med students handle, and there is no vaccine. The eyes above that grin are a deep, deep green, with black hair that falls down to her shoulders framing them. Her skin is a little lighter than her mother’s, but her heritage is unmistakable. Another trait she inherited from her mother is a very faint cleft in the chin; though it's barely noticeable, it's another mark of her ancestry.

She generally dresses casually, albeit not messily. Her hair is well kept, and her standard combination of jeans and a shirt always pair at least reasonably well together. Acheri never fails to rise to the occasion when more formality is required, but it isn’t really her preference. Her style of dress tends to be a little different at home. She'll usually wear around as casual and comfortable a variant of traditional Hopi garb as tradition will allow, with a feathered hood she can pull down to her eyes and over her shoulders like a shawl. For obvious reasons, this attire isn't very comfortable in the northern climate of her college, so she only ever wears it around her dorm when school is in session.

| Name |

Acheri Solomon

| Age |

20

| Gender |

Female

| Personality |

Where Acheri is concerned, a first impression only really conveys half the story. And exactly which half will depend on where, when, and how you meet her. If you met her at a lecture, for example, you’d meet the Acheri that shows up early, pays attention through the whole lecture, and actively questions and discusses ideas that fascinate her. If you met her in transit to class, you’d find her a little distant albeit very friendly. Less like she doesn’t want to talk to you, more like her thoughts are somewhere else. During one of her training sessions, on the other hand, she would come across as downright fiery. The truth is somewhere in the middle of all of these, and depends on who you are and where she is.

Acheri is energetic, passionate, and eager when it comes to subjects and people that fascinate her. This means that her professors and friends all see a huge degree of energy, while people that don’t know her just… Don’t. That’s not to say she dislikes strangers. Strangers may not be friends, but they’re people too and deserving of all the empathy that status entails. They are, on the other hand, people she doesn’t know and has no real personal attachment too. The brunt of her energy is best suited for people who are willing to accept and return her enthusiasm; namely, friends, family, and some colleagues. Everybody else gets the Acheri that’s just as friendly, but a lot more calm and laid back. Though given her penchant for doing absolutely nothing on days she has off, if you know her well enough she’ll loop right back around to calm again. Her energy really is very situational.

Her passions, though, will always bring about maximum effort. Acheri’s a Criminal Justice major, though she hasn’t quite decided if she’ll turn that into a career in law enforcement or in law quite yet. No one’s quite sure whether the strong sense of right and wrong brought about the interest in justice or vice versa, but the two absolutely go hand in hand with Acheri. There is a right, there is a wrong, and it’s her job (and everyone’s) to be able to see the difference and act on it. And that doesn’t just mean “stare disapprovingly at the wrong” in Acheri’s world. No, if something is wrong and you know it’s wrong you’d better damn well do something about it. ‘Bystander syndrome’ is an abhorrent concept in her eyes, and one she actively strives to defy. Conviction is critical, even if Acheri can be more than a little outspoken in her own. After all, what’s right is right and it doesn’t matter if the right thing is the unpopular thing. It’s still the right thing.

Unsurprisingly, views like hers come with a huge fondness for movies and TV shows about heroics, ranging from myths and legends to superhero shows. Though the larger than life heroes of Western media don’t always tickle her fancy, so the scope of what entertainment she enjoys is rather broad indeed.

| History |
For all of her pre-college life, Acheri was a resident of Arizona. Her mother was a Hopi Indian, and while Acheri didn’t grow up on Hopi land her mother taught her about their culture when she was very young. Acheri herself doesn’t necessarily agree with all of it, it goes miles to explaining where her strong sense of morality might have come from. Though her father contributed to that quite a lot as well; an aspiring author with a great fondness for old myths and legends, he made sure most of Acheri’s bedtime stories were filled with heroes and quests from the very day she was old enough to understand them. A homebrew of Hopi culture, heroic stories, and Saturday morning cartoons was bound to produce someone like Acheri in hindsight.

Most of her childhood, all things considered, was pretty uneventful. The Solomon household didn’t make very much money, but they made enough to get by. Little Acheri grew up reading books and catching her cartoons when they were on public TV on Saturdays, exercising her imagination through these simpler stories than the peers that grew up with nonstop access to Cartoon Network. She was a bright kid, and that love of reading gave her an early edge over classmates that hadn’t really been exposed to literature much before school. That edge only ever really grew, swelling alongside her fascination with the subject material in all of her classes. For the most part, though, her elementary school years were pretty normal. Though her parents had to admit that the occasional phone call because she elected to square off with a would-be-bully herself, rather than get a teacher, were a mild problem. Not really one that they could ever bring themselves to punish her for; technically she never really did anything wrong, and punishing her for standing up for herself was the exact opposite lesson they wanted to teach. So they tried to push her towards asking the teacher for help when she could, explaining sometimes you had to work with the system and that explanation generally cut down on the issues. Not eliminate, but they figured it was the best they were going to get.

The only unexpected thing she ever did was ask to take martial arts lessons. Her parents never really quite figured out why but it was the one thing Acheri was ever really insistent on asking for. It wasn’t really in the family budget to pay for lessons at a privately run school, but a combination of community programs and extracurricular activities proved much more affordable. The problems with the family budget started to become a lot more apparent as she moved into highs school, however. College was the elephant in the room, and really had been since her freshman year of high school.

Acheri couldn’t really miss it, and there was no getting around it. Both parents tried their best, efforts that redoubled ‘coincidentally’ with the start of her Sophomore year, but there wasn’t much that they could do. Even paying for community college would be a challenge, especially if Acheri followed through on the path she was eyeing. The only possible solution was obvious to her, and she pursued it relentlessly. She held a job at a local store throughout the latter three years of high school, kept up with her extracurricular activities, and threw all of her energy into her schoolwork. If she wanted to follow Criminal Justice at a good school, she’d need as many scholarships as she could get. And that meant being the best student she could be.

The combination of high level academics, work, and extracurriculars wasn’t an easy one. Far from it, but Acheri Solomon was bound and determined. After three years of high school her work paid off and she graduated in the top ten of her class, bound for Straider on as close to a full ride as she could possibly get. The money she had saved up from her job in high school was enough (with a little help from her parents and family) to pay for her first year of school, as well as keep her from being completely broke while at school, but the remainder plus the profits from her summer work weren’t quite enough to swing the full second year. Even with a part time job at college, she was in danger of not being able to afford the second semester without dipping into the money she kept in reserve for general use. Even then it’d be close.

So when she found a flyer describing a simple experiment in need of volunteers, and compensation for that experiment, it seemed like just what she needed.

| Chosen Pill Color: | Cerulean Blue.

| Other: |
-Velocity Manipulation
-Dimensional Tether
-Hyperkinetic Exertion