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Battletech: Forlorn Hope

Fair play, I can roll with that. I'll add it to the CS and will probably have it finished sometime tomorrow evening.

Battletech: Forlorn Hope

Todoroki Touru

Name: Todoroki Touru
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Branch of Service: Armed Forces of the Federated Suns
Physical Description:

Despite his somewhat meagre height, Touru is quite heavily muscled from a lifetime's living on a high gravity world, giving him a short and stocky form. His features are typically Japanese, with sparse black hair cropped short and brown eyes that move with a rapid, calculating air. He maintains a stylish goatee, thick but cut close to the face and wears eyeglasses when off duty.

Character History:

Explain how your character got there -- no 'the story will come out in RP' lines, please -- I want a feel for where your character is coming from. Social class, entrance into NAIS/Nagelring and so forth is useful information. Most Mechwarriors come from feudal families with a long association with warfare, but newcomers are not unknown, especially as these days, Great Houses own more and more of the mechs and grant them to the best pilot candidates.

Psychological Profile:

Unlike most of his fellow students, Touru has neither good connections nor innate talent and has therefore learnt to rely on all sorts of tricks and shortcuts to give himself an edge. Wily, underhanded and thoroughly dishonourable, he is not a natural fit with his peers. He is however a well practised liar and throws up a front of humble servitude toward his so-called betters while working his damnedest to outdo them through sheer bulldog determination.

While he is not naturally skilled in anything bar dishonesty, Touru wa perfected the art of hard work and self-improvement; what the talented achieve without effort, he will eventually replicate and perhaps improve on.

To his few friends, Touru is a very relaxed and easygoing young man who speaks his mind without reservation and completely unlike the personality he shows to most people. Dark sarcasm and a certain fatalistic humour are his forte, worsening when in stressful situations, perhaps as a way to calm his nerves.

Skills:

An average student in most classes, Touru has developed something of an affinity for stealth and scouting methods. His teachers have tried to build on this, training him almost exclusively on light 'mechs with advanced sensor suites.
While his skill with sensors, ECM and ECCM are developing well, he is not a great shot with direct fire weapons and much prefers to hang back with LRMs and other indirect fire weapons.
Touru's piloting skills are somewhat average, but he is still very much able to keep up with his peers. Jumpjets are one of his few outstanding areas of expertise.

Equipment:

List here; neurohelmet and cooling vest (mechwarriors strip down to shorts in the cockpit, most of the time) are assumed. Other equipment as you see fit. This is not a limiting list -- I will be happy to allow amendments as it carries on.

Battlemech

The most important item of equipment is separate; please list the type (such as TDR-9SE). Inner Sphere mechs that exist in 3050 only. Information on modifications is also appreciated. We will go into greater detail on the applications of helmet-mounted modules, networking capabilities and drones, etc, etc as well. (I have to update that from the old BT stuff.)
Mechs must be 45 tons or under for the start of the RP>

Inner Sphere Battlemechs
Light Battlemechs
Medium Battlemechs

It's very much a WIP, so I'll keep adding to it til it's finished. Any comments so far?

Battletech: Forlorn Hope

Common sense was the plan; better pay and less likely to die for someone else's 'honour' in the FedSuns.

The Jaeger Program Rebooted (3 Spots Open - Apply Now!)

There was something about helicopter travel that simply didn't agree with Cameron's stomach. Three times now since he had stepped on this infernal machine, he had chucked his guts up... and they had only provided two paper bags. The pilot's annoyed expression notwithstanding, Cameron actually thought it was a good run; his few combat drops from choppers had always ended badly, even when fighting other humans rather than a fucking Kaiju. He felt it rather auspicious that he had done so well. Perhaps it was a sign that Jaegers really were his thing after all. Hell, after failing ten sim runs in a row, anyone would have thought he would be signed off as a potential pilot but here he was, being shuttled halfway across the damn world to the front line of all things giant-monster-related. Sufficed to say, it wasn't really his choice. Cameron was an infantryman, through and through; he had always held a preference for the old fashioned yomp over an AFV, even when in the Rifles, so God only knew how he was expected to handle a giant fucking robot. Pay was good though, so he kept the bitching to himself.

After what felt like hours the pitch of the engine changed, signifying their arrival at the Hong Kong dome. Not his first time here, but his previous visit had been under very different circumstances. When they were finally down, he slung his duffle bag and gave the pilot a grin that managed to be both grateful and apologetic, and hopped out before he got a finger in reply. At the edge of the helipad a few others had gathered, most of them looking like lost lambs with their bags and young too... Or maybe it was just that he was old; Jaeger pilots tended to be kids for some God-awful reason. There was one face that he recognised though, both from his warning orders and a couple of years TV coverage. He saluted crisply, unsure of how military protocol was received nowadays. 'Ma'am. Cameron Arkwright, reporting. I assume you're our chaperone?'

Battletech: Forlorn Hope

Any chance of a minor noble expat/political refugee from the Draconis Combine?

[RP Closed] Warlords of China

And we are go, my warlording brethren.

[RP Closed] Warlords of China

Warlords of China

25/03/1910
Presidential Residence
Zhengzhou, Provincial Capital of the Republic
Henan Province, China

'Before you stands a once loyal soldier of the glorious Republic of China.' The crowd muttered restlessly and with the occasional indignant shout. An officer paced back and forward as he spoke into a megaphone, the patriotic fervour in his eyes blazing for all to see. 'He served with honour against the hated Imperial tyrants, leading his men to victory in many battlefields. And yet! And yet when the Republic was at its weakest, he betrayed us all! General Feng Guozhang sought to usurp our great nation and turn our people against themselves.' A pair of uniformed soldiers dragged the prisoner forward, throwing him at the officer's feet. Feng's clothes were torn, his face bloody; the once mighty warlord had paid dearly for his treachery and the Republic intended to milk their one and only victory for all it was worth. An ornate sword was brought forward, offered up to the officer. 'With this blade do I send a message to all those who would see our mighty nation in ruins; all rebels will know his fate and fear our righteous retribution! Long live the Republic!'

'I think our young Captain is enjoying himself...' From atop his viewing platform, President Yuan Shikai smiled mirthlessly as the blade fell to raucous applause. 'A clean cut. Shame, I had hoped to watch the old bastard suffer...' His companion's wooden smile turned somewhat queasy at the sight of all that blood and he turned away from the podium with visible disgust. 'Mr Feng's demise is a step forward President Yuan, but my benefactors will not be appeased by the head of just one warlord. Your nation is still too fractured to be of... assistance.' Yuan scowled and took a sip of his choujiu, giving the foreigner a sidelong glare. 'Patience, Ambassador. The provinces will be recovered in time, provided that your support continues.' The other man rose from his chair and gave a short bow, although Yuan couldn't help but feel he was being subtly mocked. 'Of course, Mr President. I am sure that our friendship shall be a long and prosperous one, provided the forms are obeyed.' The President watched as he left, coattails swishing in the midday breeze. He recognised the veiled threats, the suggestion that perhaps his allies might find a new faction to patronise should the Republic fail to live up to their expectations. He couldn't allow that to happen.

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30/03/1910
Xinbuzhen Dockyard
Haikou, Hainan Island
Hainan Peninsula, China

The docks were a hive of activity today, as hundreds of workers ran to and fro. The entire Hainan fleet lay at anchor, all thirteen warships. To many they were boxy, ugly, metal monsters, all function and no form. But to the right eye they were masterpieces of maritime engineering, the product of centuries of European naval warfare... And one day, we shall surpass them with our own ingenuity. The Yantai was especially beautiful, her lateral lines and smooth edges a feast for the eyes. She would only be in port for another week, a rare chance for her former Captain to tour the old girl. For Jiang Jiao-long, Admiral of the Southern Fleet and Governor of the Autonomous Province of the Hainan Peninsula, these were the only times he could truly relax, away from the mundane day to day running of a small state. And yet even here the bureaucrats hounded him... 'My Lord, I have the tax figures for this quarter for your review.' 'Governer-Admiral, I would like to review our education budget for this year; there are some discrepancies between the stated number and the funds we have received.' Admiral, Sir, My Lord... Sometimes it all seemed too much. A lesser man might have cracked under the pressure, but Jiang was used to administration; commanding a fleet in a second world nation could be every bit as complicated as running a city. He signed deeply, aware that he would get no rest until these issues were put to rest... He took his time to address each problem, giving his full attention to each in turn. It was several hours before he was finally finished with matters of state.

By the time he escaped the bureaucrats, the sun was already low in the sky and activity on the harbour had thinned out. With today's work finished and tomorrow waiting just a few hours ahead, Jiang took some time for himself. Atop the Yantai's highest observation nest was his own secret spot, hidden away from the realities of life. From up here he could sit and smoke while thinking about the world, the state of his nation and how little he or anyone else could do to save it. China was a broken old man with a head of rotten teeth and limbs who sought to strangle his own throat... It didn't help that Jiang himself was one of those limbs. Then again, he wasn't as bad as some of the others... His eyes turned north-east, toward Guangdong and the fief of the self-styled Lord Hui Jinfu, a treacherous snake if there ever was one. Neither he nor Jiang had made any moves against one another and for his part the Admiral was happy to maintain the status quo. Perhaps it was time to start a dialogue with Hui... In the morning, he decided. The bastard can wait 'til the morning...

The Jaeger Program Rebooted (3 Spots Open - Apply Now!)

This is gonna make me sound like a prick, but Jangel could you please use a bit more punctuation? My eyes are spinning from the forty+ word sentences...
I'll post tonight.

[RP Closed] Warlords of China

Might start the IC tonight. I'm not planning to go fast, so they'll be plenty of time for you to finish Rare.

The Jaeger Program Rebooted (3 Spots Open - Apply Now!)

Cameron Arkwright

Name: Cameron Arkwright
Alias: Arkwright
Age: 34

Appearance: With dark hair cropped short and a well defined goatee, Cameron is a pretty average looking guy. He is broad-shouldered and stocky for his height, but still has relatively good proportions. The beer belly he first grew in his teens has become very noticeable by now.
Weight: 15 1/2 stone
Height: 5ft 9in
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: United Kingdom
Occupation: Physical and Military Training, Base Security

Personality: Cameron has a certain pragmatic attitude from his military service, tempered by his natural paternal personality. He approaches problems methodically, systematically breaking them down to analyse each aspect before making a decision. Despite this he can still react quickly when necessary, but prefers to take his time in all things. When off-duty, Cameron can often be found chain smoking and waving his daughter's photo in peoples faces. He has a laid-back but sarcastic sense of humour which he indulges in at all times, regardless of whether or not it is appropriate for the situation; Cameron is the kind of guy to make a dead baby joke at a funeral.

Backstory: As per his service record, only a few important facts have been highlighted for review by Jaeger Program induction officers. 1st Lieutenant C. Arkwright passed out from Royal Military Academy Sandhurst in 2019, going on to serve as a company commander in 1st Battalion, The Rifles. He saw action against the Kaiju on six separate occasions during various deployments across the Pacific, culminating in the battle of Kuching where he was injured while providing support for the Jaegers Mammoth Apostle and Striker Eureka. Arkwright then returned to the UK to marry and work in the civilian sector as a security guard. At the time of his activation for the Jaeger Program, he has one child and is expecting a second.

To fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.
Not the British though. We just shot the fuckers with rifles.
And we liked it.