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So, a bit about me then:
First and foremost, I love to try and create imaginative and creative scenarios, that (I hope) push the very limits of reason and conventional thought. When I RP (mostly in NRPs) I aim to play powerful and big, things that are on the very edge of OP (I usually give my faction a ridiculous disadvantage though, to keep it fair). In other RPs, I tend towards Science Fiction and Modern Fantasy, playing side characters with some interesting quirks to them. I am also keen on trying some Arena RPing, when I get better at writing.
Other things about me are that I work as a Mental Health Nurse (who would've guessed), and enjoy gaming and drawing as well. I also play trumpet on the side. I have a rough schedule, so I disappear for a couple of days sometimes. But never assume I am dropping out, I will tell you if I am thinking of it (unless it's really serious).
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There it is :3
Name: Nafimu Pontya, Citizen's I.D. 463-882-C
AKA: Nafi
Age: 17
Appearance:
When out of combat, she wears orange cargo pants, boots and a tanktop. In combat, she wears nothing, as it limits her maneuverability.
Faction: Marauder, Terrorist
Role in Team: Close Quarters Combat, Assassin
Bio: Nafi's people, The Crism, are ruled by a totalitarian AI known simply as M.O.T.H.R, with the aid of her government officials known as The Progeny. They are highly advanced, and are a power hungry race, eager to conquer their neighbors and spread their dominion across the galaxy. Crism territory is ruled with an iron fist, their worlds resembling police states and the citizens are constantly monitored in all areas of their lives, even in the privacy of their homes. Dissidence and lack of loyalty to M.O.T.H.R are punishable by torture and death in one of the many "Rampancy Treatment Facilities", carried out by Enforcers that can be found on nearly every street corner.
It is this very way of life that leads to Nafi's origins, where she was born to a poverty stricken family in the slums of a Crism colony. After her parents were killed in a Enforcer Raid at the age of 8, Nafi was taken in by a resistance cell known as The Orphans, and was taught how to carry out guerrilla warfare. She excelled at melee fighting and short range combat, and given her own unit to carry out bombings and assassinations against various targets. These attacks had varying degrees of success, and the resistance became a prime target for The Progeny,
Then, the unthinkable happened: A traitor ratted out the rebels to The Progeny, and The Orphans' hideout was bombed and raided, killing nearly all the resistance members and crushing them once and for all. Nafi was caught in the mortar strike and was grievously wounded, surviving only due to the aid of another surviving comrade. Escaping off world with some traveling merchants, Nafi had 60% of her body replaced with cybernetics and prosthetic parts, and parted ways with her friend and the merchants. Now, she has signed up with the Marauders, with a single goal: Find and kill the son of a bitch who did this to her.
Personality:
Nafi is cocky and sarcastic, thinking herself tougher than most, due to her upbringing and circumstances. This doesn't change the fact she is loyal to her team mates in a fire fight, if a little suspicious of them, and she is drawn towards conflict that include either an impossible victory or the defense of those weak and in danger from a more powerful foe. Nothing will stand in the way of her revenge campaign though, and Nafi will kill anyone who gets in her way of that mission, even allies. However, she is still a young girl, and can be insecure and upset about her appearance or condition.
Weapon:
Type - 13 'Claw' Gauntlets: Retractable, wrist-mounted micro oscillation blades that can slice clean through armor.
Type - 223 'Phasic' Machine Pistol: A hybrid projectile/energy weapon that makes short work of most shielding systems. Also effective against synthetic hostiles
Family/Relationship: Nafi's parents are deceased, and she has an older sister who she has fallen out of contact with, hoping to one day find and reconnect with her.
Other: Nafi's new body covering is highly flexible and durable, though she is vulnerable to electrical and magnetic fields. Also, her 'enhancements' are advanced Crism tech called a Harness, specialized modification equipment for life support, engineering, search and rescue missions, and military shock troopers. Due to this, it is likely that her exterior is merely an exo-skeletal suit around her body, though no one has actually seen her not wearing it.
AKA: Nafi
Age: 17
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder, Terrorist
Role in Team: Close Quarters Combat, Assassin
Bio: Nafi's people, The Crism, are ruled by a totalitarian AI known simply as M.O.T.H.R, with the aid of her government officials known as The Progeny. They are highly advanced, and are a power hungry race, eager to conquer their neighbors and spread their dominion across the galaxy. Crism territory is ruled with an iron fist, their worlds resembling police states and the citizens are constantly monitored in all areas of their lives, even in the privacy of their homes. Dissidence and lack of loyalty to M.O.T.H.R are punishable by torture and death in one of the many "Rampancy Treatment Facilities", carried out by Enforcers that can be found on nearly every street corner.
It is this very way of life that leads to Nafi's origins, where she was born to a poverty stricken family in the slums of a Crism colony. After her parents were killed in a Enforcer Raid at the age of 8, Nafi was taken in by a resistance cell known as The Orphans, and was taught how to carry out guerrilla warfare. She excelled at melee fighting and short range combat, and given her own unit to carry out bombings and assassinations against various targets. These attacks had varying degrees of success, and the resistance became a prime target for The Progeny,
Then, the unthinkable happened: A traitor ratted out the rebels to The Progeny, and The Orphans' hideout was bombed and raided, killing nearly all the resistance members and crushing them once and for all. Nafi was caught in the mortar strike and was grievously wounded, surviving only due to the aid of another surviving comrade. Escaping off world with some traveling merchants, Nafi had 60% of her body replaced with cybernetics and prosthetic parts, and parted ways with her friend and the merchants. Now, she has signed up with the Marauders, with a single goal: Find and kill the son of a bitch who did this to her.
Personality:
Nafi is cocky and sarcastic, thinking herself tougher than most, due to her upbringing and circumstances. This doesn't change the fact she is loyal to her team mates in a fire fight, if a little suspicious of them, and she is drawn towards conflict that include either an impossible victory or the defense of those weak and in danger from a more powerful foe. Nothing will stand in the way of her revenge campaign though, and Nafi will kill anyone who gets in her way of that mission, even allies. However, she is still a young girl, and can be insecure and upset about her appearance or condition.
Weapon:
Type - 13 'Claw' Gauntlets: Retractable, wrist-mounted micro oscillation blades that can slice clean through armor.
Type - 223 'Phasic' Machine Pistol: A hybrid projectile/energy weapon that makes short work of most shielding systems. Also effective against synthetic hostiles
Family/Relationship: Nafi's parents are deceased, and she has an older sister who she has fallen out of contact with, hoping to one day find and reconnect with her.
Other: Nafi's new body covering is highly flexible and durable, though she is vulnerable to electrical and magnetic fields. Also, her 'enhancements' are advanced Crism tech called a Harness, specialized modification equipment for life support, engineering, search and rescue missions, and military shock troopers. Due to this, it is likely that her exterior is merely an exo-skeletal suit around her body, though no one has actually seen her not wearing it.
I'm in, if there ios still room :3
Some time later, on the road to Spencer's Mill
"Goodness, this death and destruction..." The priest muttered to himself, driving slowly down the road as he saw burnt out wrecks of vehicles and numerous corpses lying in the road. This plague has spread, he thought to himself. And there is no stopping it, for these are the Last Days. Man shall be reunited with God in His Holy Kingdom, or shall perish in the hell fires of Damnation for all eternity. That is beyond doubt now. With great care, Mac navigated the streets, surveying and watching for more of the beasts. But so far, quiet. Something primal stirred within him, something that, for the briefest second, had to use all his will power to suppress. For the Lord was watching. Always watching.
As he continued, there was a bang in front of him, high in the sky, and what appeared to be a firework spark into life, before fading out into nothing. Others, those yet unturned, who's souls cried out for salvation. He must continue his mission, and his other task must wait. With this, he sped off towards the location of the signal, wary that the other creatures would surely notice it. Mac was ready for them.
"Goodness, this death and destruction..." The priest muttered to himself, driving slowly down the road as he saw burnt out wrecks of vehicles and numerous corpses lying in the road. This plague has spread, he thought to himself. And there is no stopping it, for these are the Last Days. Man shall be reunited with God in His Holy Kingdom, or shall perish in the hell fires of Damnation for all eternity. That is beyond doubt now. With great care, Mac navigated the streets, surveying and watching for more of the beasts. But so far, quiet. Something primal stirred within him, something that, for the briefest second, had to use all his will power to suppress. For the Lord was watching. Always watching.
As he continued, there was a bang in front of him, high in the sky, and what appeared to be a firework spark into life, before fading out into nothing. Others, those yet unturned, who's souls cried out for salvation. He must continue his mission, and his other task must wait. With this, he sped off towards the location of the signal, wary that the other creatures would surely notice it. Mac was ready for them.
Okies, I'll get something up now.
If there is still room, I'd be interested. i have a lot of free time now, since other RP's I was in died mysteriously. Hope it's not me o.o
NacNak said
I'm trying to decide if I want to join...... *distressed face* I cant make up my mind....
I'm not speaking for Sora, personally, so don't quote me on this, but a few positions have opened up. My thoughts are that a new player would be welcome :3
Gettin a post up soon. People mind telling me who's where, just so I can work out how to approach this? Would be much appreciated :3
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GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
It is done. For now. With no more targets to eliminate, the battlefield was deathly silent, save for the comm chatter from the recon team and the distant gunfire slowly dying down, as the recon team cleaned out house, before it died completely. It was now that Kradis started to pack up, Gammorah's leg stabilizers folding back into their recesses, and it's weapons stowing themselves. He was now ready to join the main group again, turning slowly and re-entering wheeled mode, Retaking his position at the back of the group, he followed behind silently, deep in intense thought.
Knowing how bandits operated, it would be a surprise if the mock hostiles moved to engage them from the stronghold. If they were committed to playing the part of outlaws, they would be cowards, and fortify their position, unless they had caught on to the artillery fire (not a very large stretch of the imagination, by any means). That being the case, it would be an unwise move. Still, it didn't hurt to be cautious, especially since Kradis had spent nearly all the Javelins in the last engagement. As he followed the squad on the way to the next way point, he broadcasted his thoughts to them. "Kradis here. Running low on heavy ordinance, no chance of a resupply engineering squad being out here, right?"
Knowing how bandits operated, it would be a surprise if the mock hostiles moved to engage them from the stronghold. If they were committed to playing the part of outlaws, they would be cowards, and fortify their position, unless they had caught on to the artillery fire (not a very large stretch of the imagination, by any means). That being the case, it would be an unwise move. Still, it didn't hurt to be cautious, especially since Kradis had spent nearly all the Javelins in the last engagement. As he followed the squad on the way to the next way point, he broadcasted his thoughts to them. "Kradis here. Running low on heavy ordinance, no chance of a resupply engineering squad being out here, right?"
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GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Cartwright and Silver, I'm still here ^^
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