Lovely Bones

Splintered / Reflections

The brilliant white lenses of the agonized mask returned to being black void as the video feed from the pebble died. The figure remained seated with a relaxed posture, seeming to look ahead directly at their CO. It gave a slight tilt of his head, considering for a moment his next words while he oriented hismelf to his airborne invirement, detecting the electomagnetic signals of the life forms around him, appearing as almost white sparks in the periphery of his mind. Then he considered the other members of his warband. Both what he knew of them and what he didn't know.

The distant battered old vet with a shadow about him, that Devil, his kith and the broken yet unbending one who called herself Valkyrie. The... mildly undiciplined Elf in their midst, Fae. Veep, he who was stalwart yet seems to harbor a wounded spirit. The personable agumented battle biomechanical doctor? Doc Wish. The... he wasn't really sure what species she is exactly, perhaps a biomutant? The dauntless "four-foot-hate", Felix. Then the sardonically snarky siblings; the mercurial and contemptive shadow warrior: Karris, and the brazen spiked wall of scale and metal, Maxon. One couldn't imagine that such impertinents could come from any beings older than their twentieth year. Then again, he couldn't be too harsh on them. After all, his newfound warkin, this SPEAR team was made of such a disperate band of weirdos.

Keeper laughed a guttural and hearty sadistic laugh, then looking around to the members of his squad before gesturing to his CO with his hands. "Commander, I'm always ready to repel and purge the degenerate faithless dogs the Totality calls 'soldiers', but hopefully our intel has given us more of an idea of what resistance we could be facing?", he asked with a mix of mirthful anticipation and skepticism, with his deep, slightly compressed voice. Keeper then gave a quick tilt of the head, before leaning back in his seat.

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Eye of Hope Clinic, Georgia, USA 10:00 Hours

The loud beeping of dialysis machine drowned the operating room. The patient, heavily sedated on a cocktail of opitaes and sedatives remained stable on the operating table as the lone surgeon delicately peeled back layers of tissue around a small incision on the lower abdomine. Swiftly, precisely, he brought his tweezers into the gap in this man's flesh and just as swiftly removed a splinter of metal which was then placed into a bloody tray filled with similar splinters with an audible tink. He then began replacing and stitching shut the incision before dressing the wound.

The surgeon looked up at the operating mirror, a helm with sprouting horns and a horrowing agonized vissage stared back at him. White and purple scrubs that looked more as ceremonial robes adorned over the figures' towering frame. Then he looked down at his patient, one of many today with wounds that could not be explained by "falling down". It was not his place to deny those who came in need of healing, but he had his suspicions these wounds were gained in the service of rather wicked deeds. "Hmpf. Enjoy this slumber while it lasts my friend, you will feel this when you wake." Before removing his gloves and wheeling out the uncoisious man into a room lined with similar patients being tended by a Gennari in white robe-like scrubs and a small rebreather over his mouth.

The masked medicine man walked down a hall turning into an adjoining office where two individuals waited. One a human man in typical army regailia, the other a Gennari militant with a mask much like his own, only it bore a stoic expression. The Gennari militant and the good doctor stood at attention and crossed their right arm over their chest with a thud. "Kithil." Spoke the doctor. "Kit'mir Halthoth." spoke the Gennari soldier. They then placed hands on each others shoulders and knocked heads before returning to ease, then the thoughts of the two Gennari intermingled. This militant had been one he had saved during the invasion of their home world, though amongst the mountain of masks and gore the surgeon could not recall this Kithil. Then an image flashed in the doctors mind. The winter unending. It was time again to don the plate and raise the shield.

The human miltant then spoke, "We got a team we are putting you on. Get y'er holy arm'erments on. We're leaving in 20." The mans' eyes narrowed as he realized what was about to happen. The two Gennari Warriors swore in unison, their fists over their hearts, "For Vathir Ho! For Coalition!"

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I trust everyone had a wonderous Halloween? Good. Now let's get in the mech suit, (not) cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war!

...I couldn't resist adding to the fire.

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Name: Halthoth Val'kos

Nickname: Keeper

Age: 29

Species: Gennari (Male)

Appearance: Standing stout and tall his skin is a brilliant if battlescarred paled white. His hair is a short curled snow white cut where two horns curl over and up his skull. His face is gaunt and a bit jutting with a mild amount of facial scruff. His eyes are a soft yellow from iris to pupil. He wears the uniform of his faith, a black frock coat, with flack armour plate covering the torso, shins, knees, forarms, elbows, and right shoulder. More stikingly he wears the Valkir Combat helm, an insulated balistic helmet complete with exit gaps for horns. The front of the helm is covered with a detachable balistic mask and rebreather styled as a death mask, the mask plainly details a face in anquish with a third eye sprouting fangs on the forehead.

Personality: Generally personable, described as bombastic with a warm and jovial heart by those he both tends the wounds of and those he meets just generally upon first meeting. It belies of course the ferver filled, calculating, and ruthless mind of a combat medic and war priest on the battlefield with tendancies towards diligent toil and inquisitive exploration.

History:

- Born on Alk'nar, a frigid world of eternal night plagued by constant violent electromagnetic atmospheric discharge.
- The world is dominated by a confederated theocracy called "Vathir Ho", the Penatraiting Eye or the Eye That Bites.
- Served Vathir Ho as a "Kithil" or Confessor (akin to militerized law enforcement) and "Kit'mir" or Keeper of Clossing (doctors specializing multiple fields of medicine) before becoming militerized.
- Distinguished service against a Totality planitary invasion, in his own words "Stalemate invasions are a loss for the invaders".
- Vathir Ho joined the coalition not long after their costly defence of Alk'nar.

Key Skills & Abilities: Well drilled in warfare conventional, liniar, and geurilla: he makes for a phenomenal shock trooper, scout, and vanguard. Beyond his military talents, he is an accomplished battlefield doctor. Specializing in the fields of virology, interal surgery, external surgery, and anesthesiology.

Special Abilities: Show No Agony: trained to ignore pain and painshock to a great extent.

Personal Weapons: Combat-Survival Knife (1'4ft), Shock Mace (2'6ft), Drumfed Riot-Shotgun (semiauto, stockless, stubnose, 8 gauge), Semiauto Handgun (45ACP, 12 round magazine), Flash Grenade, Thermite (2)

Personal Equipment: Tac-Balistic Shield (squared, floodlight intigrated), Advanced Surgical Kit (various medicines, incision tools, examination tools, etc), Hyrdolic Rescue Tool, Vathir Combat Helm (integrated rebreather, integrated thermal lenses)

MAS details: Default Loadout: Handgun, Combat Axe, Shield, Chainsaw, Grapple Launcher, Recoilless Rifle
The armour is painted black with three pruple chevrons on each limb. The armour is outfited with a dark purple tabbard that splits down the cloth ending in a pointed spherical gap at the mid center of the cloth. The right breast of the MAS is ornimented with a chrome white symbol of the Eye That Bites.

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"...are the other coalition species coming through strictly in a military/resistance sense? Or would more civilian/refugee types also be living on Earth?"

@cirrus sd

I mean, eh, I imagine the refugees come from many cloths, militant or otherwise. Nothing to state a coalition member couldn't be a janitor turned freedom fighter or war-priest who had to leave his home world.

Splintered / Reflections

Name: Halthoth Val'kos

Nickname: Keeper

Age: 29

Species: Gennari (Male)

Appearance: Standing stout and tall his skin is a brilliant if battlescarred palled white. His hair is short curled snow white cut where two horns curl over up and over his skull. His face is gaunt and a bit jutting with a mild amount of facial scruff. His eyes are a soft yellow from iris to pupil. He wears the uniform of his faith, a black frock coat, with flack armour plate covering the torso, shins, knees, forarms, elbows, and right shoulder. More stikingly he wears the Valkir Combat helm, an insulated balistic helmet complete with exit gaps for horns. The front of the helm is covered with a detachable balistic mask and rebreather styled as a death mask, the mask plainly details a face in anquish with a third eye sprouting fangs on the forehead.

Personality: Generally personable, described as bombastic with a warm and jovial heart by those he both tends the wounds of and those he meets just generally upon first meeting. It belies of course the ferver filled, calculating, and ruthless mind of a combat medic and war priest on the battlefield. Tendancies towards diligent toil and inquisitive exploration.

History:

- Born on Alk'nar, a figid world of eternal night plagued by constant violent electromagnetic atmospheric discharge
- The world is dominated by a confederated theocracy called "Vathir Ho", the Penatraiting Eye or the Eye That Bites.
- Served Vathir Ho as a "Kithil" or Confessor (akin to militerized law enforcement) and "Kit'mir" or Keeper of Clossing (doctors specializing multiple fields of medicine) before becoming militerized.
- Distinguished service against a Totality planitary invasion, in his own words "Stalemate invasions are a loss for the invaders".
- Vathir Ho joined the coalition not long after their costly defence of Alk'nar

Key Skills & Abilities: Well drilled in warfare conventional, liniar, and geurilla: he makes for a finominal shock trooper, scout, and vanguard. Beyond his miltary talents, he is an accomplished battlefield doctor. Specializing in the fields of virology, interal surgery, external surgery, and anesthesiology.

Special Abilities: Show No Agony: trained to ignore pain and painshock to a great extent.

Personal Weapons: Combat-Survival Knife (1'4ft), Shock Mace (2'6ft), Drumfed Riot-Shotgun (semiauto, stockless, stubnose, 8 gauge), Semiauto Handgun (45ACP, 12 round magazine), Flash Grenade, Thermite (2)

Personal Equipment: Tac-Balistic Shield (squared, floodlight intigrated), Advanced Surgical Kit (various medicines, incision tools, examination tools, etc), Hyrdolic Rescue Tool, Vathir Combat Helm (integrated rebreather, integrated thermal lenses)

MAS details: Default Loadout: Handgun, Combat Axe, Shield, Chainsaw, Grapple Launcher, Recoilless Rifle
The armour is painted black with three pruple chevrons on each limb. The armour is outfited with a dark purple tabbard that splits down half the the cloth ending in a pointed spherical gap at the mid center of the cloth. The right breast of the MAS is ornimented with a chrome white symbol of the Eye That Bites.

Splintered / Reflections

I honestly hadn't considered spiritual aspects, as really; it's not something I tend to think of myself so it doesn't really come into my thoughts all that often. So, nothing concrete yet. Regardless; if they had some kind of formal tactical training or experience, then they could fit into the SPEAR units. Maybe if it was combined with some kind of cultural or social studies expertise and understanding if you wanted to go a less martial route? Also I suppose it depends on how 'Zealous' they were/are, as they'd have to be able to fit in with and work reliably alongside the rest of the unit and pass it's psych evaluations and tests.

In terms of the MAS Customization; you're pretty much limited to cosmetic modifications, and even then; it'd have the same basic underlying appearance.

@Rhona W

Hmm. Well, for war-priest type, modern (for the setting) formal combat and tactical training in this universe would be a given. Besides the paint (I'm thinking black with some purple chevrons on the limbs) could there be some added embelshments? Some ornaite symbols of the characters faith welded (as in on the chest) or tied around the neck or to the wrist? Or how about things like a tabbard wrapped around the outside of the suit?

As for phyche evaluations, the character is quite sane. It would be zealous not mad. I haven't forgotten this character needs to work with characters that might have clashing personalities, hence its faith being a knight hospitaler rip off. You know, medicine and charity wedded to zealoutry and war.

TLDR: overly religious combat medic.

Splintered / Reflections

Had an interest in this, though high si-fi is a little out of my wheelhouse. Are there any spiritual aspects to the setting? Or nothing concrete? I had an idea for hyper zealous, warrior-monk/cultist. Buuuut, I don't know whether it would be more knight hospitaller or ascentionist, depending on the setting. I would also love to know if our characters can absolutely bastardize (in this case zealot it up) the MAS Suit?

Halo: Edge of Midnight

Think I'm bouncing from this RP, sorry @Nallore.

Vox Machina themed roleplay??

OMG, I am so stoked for this now. I have some questions... PM?

@Aurkanthis But of course! Uhm, if the questions are directed at me.

Oh, and @Adeline seems to be the gypsy type! I'm digging it. Gold, songs, and skullduggery: the truest cloth of the bard. And a bit of underhanded brawling to go along with it.