Mr Irony

Stellvia [Sci-Fi]

Key I'm interested in this but I do have a question or two.

1.) Can I create a system where its main focus is technology. Such as droids/AI machinery for uses in the military and most aspects of modern life. They would be controlled threw a central hub.

2.) Would breathable air be necessary or could another breathable compound used. Such as Helium, Argon or a fictional gas.

Always two. The Master and the Apprentice (Little Mx and Irony)

Name:Darth Necra

Appearance:
Darth Necra was once a beautiful woman. Bright flaming red hair falling down to the curve of her back in a single braid. Her legs up to the thighs are robotic, though no one can tell as they aren't real. Eyes which are also fake, mimic the ones she lost are bright crystalline blue ones she once had. Covering her mouth is a breathing mask that hides a horrid disfigured mouth interlinking to trachea to help her breathe. The breathing mask has a vague distinction with that of a Kel Dorian mask.

Height:
1.7 meters

Weight
4.8 kilograms

Eye color:
Blue

Hair color
Red

Other: N/A

Species: Human

Personality:
Necra while being a young human carries an aura of patience from her past profession in the Black Sun as an assassin. Despite being patient though she is eager to bring about the plans of the Sith to fruition by any means necessary. Knowing with time comes greatness. Especially as her time under Moros has yield the greater things in the world around her. Being brought in a world where it was eat or be eaten she concentrates on her on well being. With that being said though and brought to the dark side of the force, becoming more welcoming to aspects of life even taking a light interest in archaeology. Mainly that of Sith origins, using her remaining contacts in trying to find various lost artifacts of her new found life. Hoping that luck might prevail in finding something truly worth the effort.
Bio:
Necra is the only child of a captain from the Black Sun, having been born to a mother who give birth in space as her father and mother was evading captivity. A space child holding no place as a particular home world. Growing in the ranks of the underworld utilizing a strange connection with the force. Being an assassin under the Black Sun she carried out any duty without question or hesitation, becoming one of its elite echelon of assassins at its core. With such an organization though betrayal is second nature, in which an explosion in her ship crippled her. Brought to the Techno Union in its prosthetics corridor as considering the amount of work done, her father thought it best since they were one of the closet foremost workers in technology. Having to interlace her throat to a breathing mask, manufactured eye now a solid blue and nearly the entirety of her legs. Shortly after release, Necra left the Black Sun under descent terms claiming that she couldn't be of use. Which was a lie to join with a being called Darth Moros. Thus becoming an apprentice of the Sith.
Equipment:

Lightsabers

Necra carries two lightsabers, under the belief that two is better choice of one under a fierce resolve. The right carrying Lignan crystal to complement her natural affinity of being right handed. Her left carrying Dragite crystal to be the distraction before the killing strike. Keeping with tradition as both glow a violent crimson red.

Always two. The Master and the Apprentice (Little Mx and Irony)

"So it seems."Jenali didn't even mention her father, not in the slightest form but the Skakoan seemed to know her thoughts. A notion she didn't like but in her current state she wasn't in the mood or the health to argue with the being. Her eyes still examining the room about as she finally got used to the cybernetic sight, the sounds her mask would make though she'd never get used or so she thought. Waving away the droids so she could try her hand at walking. It had been easy enough though she'd have to get used to the new equilibrium. Walking around the small room for a few paces to test the feeling before sitting back down.

"Your in this for quite the profit from what I understand. Knowing who I am or rather used to be." Referencing her former life with the Black Sun, seeing now as she wouldn't be too much use to the organization. Having quite the amount of funds but nothing to live off of.

Her thoughts drifted though seeing the destroyed droids in the corner of the room, waiting to be scraped and re used for other parts. How did she do that exactly? It was as if she felt them in her hand before being sedated. Crushing them as if by force of will. She knew the Jedi could accomplish such feats but it was unbecoming of them to do so unless they were provoked. The notion had stuck in her head along with another. Knowing there was another group that used this particular power but couldn't finger who they were or if they even existed anymore.

"My apologies on the droids. I will compensate for the loss of materials." Looking at the Skakoan again, something didn't sit right. For good or bad she didn't know, a gut feeling she got from time to time. Exhaling a sigh or what could be assumed as one. "How did the ball up into scrap?" Probing at his account of what happened to them.

Always two. The Master and the Apprentice (Little Mx and Irony)

Jenali couldn't remember what had happened after the explosion. Only momentary glimpses of what she could see with he eyes seared violently. Unable to see she freaked grasping for someone, anyone or a voice. No one answered her though just droids and specialists in the background speaking in foreign tongue. Demanding to know what was happening and in her rage of the moment crushing several medical droids before the needle injection. Rendering her unconsciousness. As she lay there drifting away in deep sedation the Techno Union specialists administer her reconstruction. First bio mechanical legs attaching the nerve endings to circuitry for movement. Her eyes now manufactured a deep ocean blue, lazer etched with the makers mark. Lastly being a permanent breathing mask, with mesh having to be attached to the burnt lining of her trachea.

With the sedative wearing off Jenali's sight came online, several start up phases before suddenly vision. She could see varying components with sudden flashes being able to see thermal to electrical wiring. Shock would've come the lingering effects of the sedative prevented such a break down. Looking down as two droids were finishing the last touches. Touching at her face piece to help with her breathing. Trying to comprehend it all, exhaling a sigh the mask operating what it could with the motion. "I'm a freak."

Her father had been no where around, so much for the fatherly love of sticking around. Getting used to her new sight as her eyes took in the environment quickly but was proving more useful than their biological predecessors. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees the the droids she crushed earlier. Feeling them crush earlier as if they were pawns in her hand, taken back the unfathomable destruction she laid in too. Turning as a shadow came into view. A Skakoan feeling a vibe of authority coming from the being. "If your the one that put me back together I thank you, but what did you do to me exactly?"

The Hydra's Vengeance (Medieval War, Politic and Intrigue Rp)

No problems I got my other two characters I'm trying to work on also. So no rush, take your time.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Rolland nodded with a curtsy to Cregan as Joakim out of respect. Having known the man for quite sometime and also immensely respected him for his unwavering loyalty as Joakim’s personal guard. Remaining at attention as the young regent lord sorted threw the messages. His attention drifted at the other nobles around the court at least until he heard the name Harrighfield was voiced. He hated the Lord Perris’s son as they fought over a whore a few years ago, ever since it made for bad times between the two young men. The name brought further discomfort as he heard that war was about them.

“It will be done at once my lord.” Bowing back to Joakim before taking his leave to relay orders for the guard patrol and prepare. First stop the barracks. His stride quick as he carried out his order without delay. The men would be agitated being woken from their sleep or still carrying hangovers but their job was more urgent than petty desires. “Wake up the lot of you!” Rolland yelled with urgency. “We got a possible threat so double patrols. Until I can organize set patrol everyone out on the walls for the time being.” Nothing but grumbles, he’d make it up to them later.

Returning back to the courtyard to find Gidja but instead the woman had found him first. In the hall past the earls, hearing her in depth about the wagon train but had made the mistake of not being subtle. From the gesture of picking his noose to her lack of being quite in matters that other noble shouldn’t be privy to. He’d decide on the punishment later but for now the wagon’s safety was paramount.

“Gidja, round up Eirik and another strong lad to meet me at the gates with the man from the wagons. I’ll have horses ready and saddled. We’ll handle this mess. And on the double.” Rolland next went to Cregan, grabbing his head in a firm grip as he accounted the man as a friend. “Organise and set the double patrols until I get back. Reprimand the men if they fall out of line. Do this for me and your next drink is on me. You have the guard until my return.” Releasing the shake as he went to the stables preparing the mounts for travel.

His thick bearskin cloak weaved slightly as he made way to the gates. Passing through the courtyard he spotted one of the smiths, one of the apprentice's standing in the doorway. An extra able body would be helpful in securing the wagon train. Pulling beside him with the extra horses tethered to his own. “I’m in need of an extra able bodied man. Boring and hard work but will grant you extra coin. If this suits you go to the keep and tell them the Black Whale sent you. Saddle a horse and meet me at the gates with haste.” Rolland needed more people but besides himself and the three others a wagon train was a daunting task but the double patrol was more paramount. Seeing the young man provided him with an extra able body to help if he did come to assist.

1 x 1 Ironic's historical thread.

I have had a craving itching at the back of my head for sometime now. I want to do historical roleplay, more preferably something between a Spartan man and woman or a Nordic/Scandinavian man and woman. I am up for any other pairings that you can come up with but I'm much more prone to either Ancient Rome or Medieval. I like to have a descent amount of violence in my roleplays, intimacy is up to you I can fade to black or go along with it. Its up to you. Also I prefer stronger willed female characters.

Note: I tend to 1x1 threw email if possible. Its much easier on me.

The Hydra's Vengeance (Medieval War, Politic and Intrigue Rp)

Ranger yes I have no problem with that. But please do bear in mind that all characters have to help move and contribute to the plot but it is fine by me.

The Hydra's Vengeance (Medieval War, Politic and Intrigue Rp)

Elven no. But to the rest I have no problem to.

The Hydra Vengeance (Medieval military fantasy rp)

Yea. (Facepalm). Fixed it.