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Howling Sands

Talk to echos please, he's making a simple CS for me like a bauss

Howling Sands

Lol power went out on my phone now. I'll ATTEMPT to try and do the first character post about howling sands and the people involved

Howling Sands

Hello there! Howling Sands as we're calling it is officially ready for business (more or less).

A Summary of the major points

It's 2431, and in the 2080's a nuclear war happened that seriously fucked the earth, and reduced most of the planet to desert, sand, and sandy deserts, with once-in-a-blue-moon paradise areas. A decent portion (about 800 million) of the population survived by taking refuge in gigantic underground 'Burrows', built near or underneath existing cities. They're city-states in and of themselves, being 100% self sufficient and built strong enough to last many generations. Over time, the population has grown back to around 1.6 billion.

Over the years, what was left of the governments have been utterly replaced by the 'Ruling Companies', which eventually more-or-less enslaved all Burrows' populations, and now fight each-other over land, territory, slaves, and technology.

Massive, ancient and rusted super-weapons from before the war are still occasionally found, and each Ruling Company generally has at least one kept under lock and key for emergencies, yet what dominates the battlefield NOW are NCM's, or Neural Combatant Mechanoids. NCM's main and most valuable advantages are that the pilot is directly wired into the machine, nervous system perfectly linked with the NCM's control computer, allowing lightning fast reaction times, and the pilots would never suffer from obstructed senses; The NCM's sensors become their new eyes, ears, and sense of touch.

NCM pilots need at least minor cybernetic modifications, namely, a Neural Plug system to interface with an NCM's cockpit. Additional implants are available, from replacement skeletal structures made of titanium, to cybernetic eye implants. However, there is one major problem with the Neural Plug system: Changing the nervous systems' layout so drastically begins initiating changes, and it's common for NCM pilots to 'lose their humanity', their neurology slowly changing from what could be called a human, to organic combat computers. As their brains' processes are replaced by combat simulations and changed for maximum combat efficiency, occasionally, the body simply can't handle it anymore. The pilot goes brain dead. Generally, if it WILL happen, it happens before a pilot is 30, yet it's not exactly common.

Another boon, however. NCM parts are highly varied, and any possible setup you could think of is more then likely possible. Generic bipeds with assault rifles, missiles, and combat knives? Moving fortresses on caterpillar tracks, bristling with particle cannons and gatling guns? Spider-like quadrupeds, fitted with single, massive, unfolding artillery cannons for anti-tank-battalion duties? Stealthy, high-speed hover-legged types mounted with stealth equipment and close combat devices? Beastial mechanical monstrosities with a sniper-rifle integrated into their mouths? All possible!

NCM 'quality' is determined using a few factors, one, the 'grade' of the NCM, ranging from Low-Grade mass produced models, to utterly unique custom ones. However, the more determining factor is how well integrated the pilot is with the machine. Young, lower-experienced pilots like the players are commonly called 'Normals', and are more likely to actually get damaged, or even destroyed, by conventional forces. Older, more experienced and 'linked' pilots are called 'Aces' or 'Royalty', commonly, due to their relatively extreme abilities.

The PC's are part of the only anti-corporate rebel group left, after hiding for a decade and building up their resources, Howling Sands is ready for a final last attempt on their mission: Destroy the ruling companies, once and for all.

For what purpose?

Sharacter Cheets

For your NC, please use your head and realize how resource constrained Howling Sands is right now. Be reasonable, you can have some interesting stuff from the get-go, but no we aren't going full super robot yet.

Fill this in:
NCM Body Type: (Biped, hoverlegs, for example)
NCM Weight Class: (Superlight, light, medium, heavy, superheavy. General 'bulk' of the NCM, you don't need an actual tonnage or anything)
NCM Appearance: (Describe the basic looks here, or use an image you think fits. Preferably both, really)
NCM Weapons: (Pretty much anything you can think of. Weapons are generally mounted in the head, chest, arms, and legs. Externally or internally.)
NCM Equipment: (Stuff like what sort of generator the NCM uses, additional sensory equipments, shields, physical or energy based, jamming equipment, that sort of stuff)

And you can honestly do the pilots' CS however you wish. You can currently have two peeps: An actual pilot, and a co-pilot. The Pilot starts with the neural plug implants, and I request that they start out as close friends, for simplicity's sake in combat.

In any case, yeah, I'm using this for personal GM thing storage. I'm introducing a few super-basic game systems, nothing tabletop level, just stupid fun stuff.

(If you've heard of dark heresy for example, I usually add a fate point like system, so I'll be keeping a log of each PC's fate points here through edits. Basically if you're fucked you can expend one of these to survive. PC's start with one.)

Anyone interested in Post-apocalyptic sci-fi mecha action?

Wow, really? Awesome!

Two down, two to go. We don't neeeed four, but also, if anyone else is interested feel free to apply in the upcoming 'actual' thread.

Don't ask how you'll be introduced, I got something planned.

Anyone interested in Post-apocalyptic sci-fi mecha action?

Alright, Well, since you seem to be the only one interested right now I think I'll just spew about the planned features and such.

Also, it was mainly based on Armored Core (specifically 4, FA, 3, SL, and some elements of MOA), and it's going to be more 'half-super real robot robot' then 'half-real super robot' if you get my meaning?

Anyway, I think having someone actually interested in the idea calls for me making an actual thread.

loledit:

I have this tagged as 'casual' so I'm putting it there BTW

Rapere Solis (Heavy Sci-FI/Space Fleet RP)

Well I think I'll take the dreadnought slot if Capra doesn't give an update. I'm gonna write the updated thing anyway even if he does reveal himself again, y'know, in case I in RP switch out my ship or something.

Heros of Davenport (Hero/villian RP) (always recruiting!)

DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA

Dwayne screamed, "WHERE D'YA GET THAT?!" over the machine gun fire, taking cover behind a dumpster as bullets were slowed down by the garbage inside, impacting his armor at manageable speeds. He threw a gas canister over cover at the man, landing at the gangers' feet. He looked down, intrigued, seeing it let out a tiny stream of gaseous fuel. Dwayne jumped out of cover, set his flamer to 'ranged', and aimed at the canister. Being tens of meters away, the resulting explosion did nothing to him as the poor sod quickly burned to death.

Dwayne did a mental prayer for the man, before radioing in. "Eyup, they're dead." he confirmed, looking over the six burning corpses in the decaying neighborhood. "Good work, I'm transferring the money to your account." "Thank you kindly, pleasure doing business! Goodbye." "Yes, goodbye.", and he turned it off. He looked at the carnage one last time, and wondered why he's doing this sort of work

Being decently late, he decided he'd visit the bar of an old buddy of his for giggles. He kicked in the door, "Hey Y'!@#$ pencil-neck!" is how he usually greeted him, and so he did. "Heyyy, look who it is? Ol' Dwayne huh-", the thin man sniffed the air, "I smell burnt #$%^... and gunpowder. Really? didn't even clean yourself up a little this time?" "What?" "Whatever man, take a seat, you're paying this time." "Aww."

Dwayne sat down, "Y'know the drill" "Yessir." The barkeep poured a glass of whiskey, and passed it over. Dwayne undid his helmet, revealing his scarred, and mildly burned face, tinted just a bit green. Mutated. "So, what's it this go around?" "Y'know, the usual, some gang somehow got a hold of decent guns 'n stuff and took down some guys' property values." "Ah, I see." Dwayne slammed down the shot, " 'nother, partner!" "*&^%, that thirsty?", he poured another cup, "Y'know how much I sweat in this thing?" "Fair enough."

They conversed for a bit longer, Dwayne rejoicing a chance to talk with one of his childhood friends in peace for a bit. A few people piled in, and still feeling a little insecure about his 'features', he put his helmet back on, said goodbye, and went out into the world again.

(OOC: I hope I'm doing decently, Just introducing him. If I shouldn't've introduced 'Pencilneck' feel free to take control of him, or tell me to edit this)
((Again: LOL forgot to !@$#-ify th cuss words, my idiocy is making a horrible first impression isn't it?))

Heros of Davenport (Hero/villian RP) (always recruiting!)

What he basically looks like

Appearance: Very tall, (Six foot eight or so), and well-built. His muscles are unnaturally large, and his face is usually hidden by his armored helmet. He always carries a large flamethrower, its heavy weight mainly being carried by his suits' simplistic assistance motors. His suit is gunmetal gray, with two simple glass 'eye-holes', and an antenna on it. He personally has blue eyes, no hair, (Naturally ginger, surprisingly.) and slightly green-tinted skin. Naturally caucasian though.

Name: Dwayne 'Matches' Cannon

Gender: Male

Alignment: Mercenary (prefers heroic jobs, though)

Race: Somewhat mutated Human

Personality: Quite mechanically inclined, having built his 'Power Suit' and flamethrower by himself. Loves fire, and really bad puns. He trash-talks in combat, yet is polite enough outside of it. He's not the type of mercenary to do ANY job, highly preferring to just do 'productive' things like killing villains, that sort. If it involves killing innocents he would refuse, and would likely try to kill the sicko who attempted to get him to do it. All in all, he can be a jerk, yet is respectable to an extent.

'Powers': Heavily armored (Bulletproofed, heat resistant, explosive resistant) heavy lifting suit. Has replacement parts in secret stashes around the city. Extremely durable flamethrower, two-handed, and hard to carry around even in the suit. Normals could never realistically hold it. Has a multi-mode nozzle, one mode that turns the stream into a huge cone, another making it further-reaching yet less wide, and one that turns it into a highly concentrated hose, for when one thing REALLY needs to be burned. Oh, and his helmet has a decent radio system in it.

Abilities: Being strong, he'll beat the tar out of anyone who isn't equally strong (or much more skilled) very easily. He could probably be able to crack a normal skull in one, solid punch, with his armor on. He's not trained at all though, which suits him since he doesn't get that close normally, even with his flamethrower. He's the sort of Merc to trudge through the enemy and thoroughly turning them to ashes, one by one.

History: He's about thirty two years old, and was born already mutated a bit, the magical (and scientific) energies he's been exposed to over the years likely turning him into the brute he is now. His father was a city mechanic, and sadly died in an accident on the job a short while ago. His mother also died early in his life, to the point he doesn't even remember her. It doesn't slow him at all though, he accepted it pretty quick. He's taken jobs against cultists, gangers, serial killers, other merc's, and no-name mad scientists

Heros of Davenport (Hero/villian RP) (always recruiting!)

Erm, Tabitha, mind suggesting how I should go about this? I'm still reading up.

Heros of Davenport (Hero/villian RP) (always recruiting!)

Alright cool, I don't really care about gender, no offence. And nah, I just meant 'once a day' as like a minimum, honestly I have so much time on my hands I could do like eight, heheh.