Pathfinder

Creation: Play God [Reboot]

Why yall all gotta be like Boom, bang, explosion?

mecha rp?

I would say so.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Status

Location: Depths of Baalor, War room.
Health: Completely healthy and a full belly
Inventory: XXX
Actions: Leave cage, block memories, enter war room.

9 didn't know how long he sat there in his skin. Didn't care really, his whole world had just been shattered. Little else seemed to matter at the moment but to wallow in grief. However, the beef man showed up and spoke in his usual simple manner, bearing a gift of meat. When the beef man went away 9 inspected the meat, disappointed to find it cooked. Yet, a saying that he had learned from his time with these soft skins came floating into his mind. "Beggars can't be choosers.", 9 couldn't argue with that logic and tore into the meat, messily devouring it until it was just the bone. Testing out his new hands, 9 wrapped them around the large bone and snapped it in half. Using his long, prehensile tongue 9 quickly cleared the bone of marrow and found himself satisfied.

With nothing better to do, 9 sat up and began to move out of his cage. If the beef man was about, than that meant that 9 wasn't back in the old prison but that didn't explain the dozen or so guards that were stationed at his cage. Perhaps web chest did not trust him? The thought troubled 9 given the fact that he almost died protecting both him and the others. Shrugging it off for now, 9 promised himself he would bring it up later.

As 9 moved, he couldn't help but marvel at the body he found himself in. He felt himself move through the sprawled out guards who had become unconscious not long after their sobbing fit. Reminding himself of his pain, 9 stuffed it deep down into his core. Now was not the time for mourning, that would come later...or never. Activating a sort of mental vault, 9 locked away the memories of his fallen kin and soon forgot why he was sad in the first place. Adding a little more speed to his step, 9 moved towards were he felt his allies life signatures were.

However he was given nasty looks and murmurs from the guards that he passed. Curious, why was so much distrust pointed towards him? Was it not 9 who defended not only the others but their precious web chest? Giving a grunt of disapproval, 9 continued on his way until he was met with an obstacle. As 9 neared the room that he knew to be filled with his allies, several men held 9 up. They said "Halt! Who let you out of your cage beast?"

Taken back, 9 quickly recovered and sent out a message to the intolerant, annoying, and downright rude pair in front of him, "The only beast I see is the two in front of me. Now move out of the way, my friends are behind that door." Before the two dazed men could react, 9 pushed them out of his way before using his bottom pair of arms to open the large door.

The sight in front of him was a little odd, the group seemed to be in a counsel of sorts. What the spoke of, 9 didn't know. With his presence known, 9 sent out a message of greetings out to each and every one of his allies present and then fallowed up with an inquiry, "It seems that I am late for whatever this is, but please inform me of what I missed."

It was only now that 9 noticed his new voice. The old one was just a generic, masculine tone that would get his point across to others. But this, this was much different. His new voice sounded refined and regal, in a sense. It was pleasing to the ears so to speak. While it was definitely sounded different, 9 assumed that part of web chest's speech rubbed off on him. Giving a second to reflect on this, 9 just shrugged and decided he liked this new surprise that came with this body.

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Orkz

Species Overview sheet:
Name: Orgariens to the fancier races, they call themselves Orkz

Homeworld: Gromm. Desolate rock blasted to kingdom come by constant warfare. Most of the vegetation is gone and the oceans are near nonexistent. It is this putrid excuse of a planet that the Orkz call home.

Similar non-intelligent lifeforms: Squigs. Short, mean, and full of teeth. The squig is a fast breeding vermin loved by the Orkz of Gromm for their tenacity and all around "orkyness". The average squig looks like a ball of teeth placed upon two clawed feet and rarely exceeds 3 feet in height.

Appearance: The average ork is about 6 to 7 feet tall of muscle and bone, but warriors grow larger as they survive battles. Age brings about a darkening of skin pigments which is a good measure of how old an ork is. Starting at a bright green then steadily darkening as they grow older. Another feature famous to orks are their teeth. On average, these teeth can get to be about three inches in length with two larger tusks located on the lower jaw. Finally orks do not grow hair.

Biological traits:
-An ork would have to be exceedingly exceedingly lazy to get fat and by the time he did so he would have died. Basically orkz don't really get fat.
-The reason that orks have green skin is that they are actually part plant, with chlorophyll laced into their bodies. This makes them able to survive if food is short.
-Ork teeth, or Teef, grow exceptionally fast. So much so that Gromm's economy is ran by how much teef you have, it seems to work for them.
-It would seem that Orks were created specifically for surviveability in mind. With their fast breeding rates and monumental ability to survive even the most serious wounds its a miracle that they seem to fight amongst themselves than with the other races of the galaxy.
-From birth, Orkz have an instinctual knowledge on how to battle. However there are a select few that are born with more specialized knowledge. These few are called Wyrd Boyz and they known how one facet of science works on an instinctive level. How well they fallow these instincts is another thing entirely.
-In theory, Orks can live for hundreds of years. However their constant warring with each other leads to short lives.
-Finally the difference between male and female is slight. Females look slimmer and more athletic than the huge muscles of the males.

Cultural traits: Orks don't have a religion as much as "Orky Rulez".
-"Da biggest is da best"
-"Neva run from a fight"
-"Explodin is jus a part of learnin"
-"You can neva have enough Dakka"

Secondly orkz love combat, its basically in their DNA to fight. As such there is no term for "Civilian" or "Non-Combatant" in the Ork language. This has gotten them in more trouble than they care to admit, or remember.

Specialization: For the most part, muscle. Orkz aren't the smartest creatures in the galaxy but they can hit harder than most and keep em coming. However their mechanics, or "Mek Boyz" are geniuses when it comes to making things work with limited resources.

Tech: Rusty, banged up, and reliable. Ork tech may not look pretty, or practical... or sensical, but you can't deny that it works. For the most part they are made from scrap metal and god knows what else, but they are known to work even under the most strenuous of environments. One thing that they have going for them is their inovation of turning metors into sprawling cities.

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Lug

Height: 8'0 (243.84cm)
Weight: 329 lbs (149.232kg)

Name: Lugnaught but people just call him Lug.

Age: 50

Species: Ork

Personality: Lug is a fairly affable fellow that likes to kick back with a strong drink every once in awhile. When on the job or invested in a new invention he is kind of a grump but not to the extent of being a jerk, he is more stern than anything. Oddly enough, Lug has lost the inherent aggression that is present in all orkz and he will be the first to tell you that it is in fact, a good thing. When intoxicated, Lug turns into a boisterous Ork who tends to boast and challenge others to feats of strength.

Skills overview: An ork "Mek Boy", Lug can fix almost anything mechanical in nature like mechs, trucks, and engines. However he doesn't have a clue on how to fix things that are more energy oriented, nor does he want to. Lasers just ain't orky enough. Lastly he speaks Ork and common, albeit heavily accented in a way that just so happens to sound like the cockney accent of Earth.

Position on crew: All around Mechanic, repair man, and emergency miner.

Years on crew: 2 and a quarter.

Bio: A long time ago, Lug was just a mek boy in a war band. Day in and day out all Lug would do was fix things the other orkz broke. Trucks, battle wagons, tanks, mechs, guns, and cybernetics. To Lug it was all quite boring to him, he wanted more. After his 40th year, Lug stole a flyer and traveled to some far off planet that didn't even have a name. While there he did the same thing he did before but added mining into the mix and he loved it. For once in his life, Lug's every waking moment wasn't dominated by fixing broken crap. Lug spent a good 6 years on the planet but he soon found that it was lacking... danger. As an ork, Lug needed danger. It was an itch that needed to be scratched.

Quickly leaving, Lug bounced around and took odd jobs from time to time. Eventually, Lug found that a man named Julius was in need of a mechanic when his previous one died in a explosion/fire/ass tons of shrapnel. When Lug found out that other dangerous stuff can happen on the ship he practically begged to work on the ship. Since then he has been a diligent mechanic and has come to like everyone on the ship in one way or another.

Other: While not having the best mug this side of the galaxy, Lug is not a stranger to the ladies. For the most part he tends to stick with warrior types.

Trade Station Alpha

Made some minor edits. Nothing too big.

Shifting Worlds

Sorry I haven't posted yet. Its kind of a bad time right now, whole family is stressed out and I don't have much time to do anything besides packing and donating stuff.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

@Steel fist

I don't need your Boar damnit!

mecha rp?

I'm going to deviat from the norm a bit. Meet the Cyclops.

Trade Station Alpha

Orkz

Species Overview sheet:
Name: Orgariens to the fancier races, they call themselves Orkz

Homeworld: Gromm. Desolate rock blasted to kingdom come by constant warfare. Most of the vegetation is gone and the oceans are near nonexistent. It is this putrid excuse of a planet that the Orkz call home.

Similar non-intelligent lifeforms: Squigs. Short, mean, and full of teeth. The squig is a fast breeding vermin loved by the Orkz of Gromm for their tenacity and all around "orkyness". The average squig looks like a ball of teeth placed upon two clawed feet and rarely exceeds 3 feet in height.

Appearance: The average ork is about 6 to 7 feet tall of muscle and bone, but warriors grow larger as they survive battles. Age brings about a darkening of skin pigments which is a good measure of how old an ork is. Starting at a bright green then steadily darkening as they grow older. Another feature famous to orks are their teeth. On average, these teeth can get to be about three inches in length with two larger tusks located on the lower jaw. Finally orks do not grow hair.

Biological traits:
-An ork would have to be exceedingly exceedingly lazy to get fat and by the time he did so he would have died. Basically orkz don't really get fat.
-The reason that orks have green skin is that they are actually part plant, with chlorophyll laced into their bodies. This makes them able to survive if food is short.
-Ork teeth, or Teef, grow exceptionally fast. So much so that Gromm's economy is ran by how much teef you have, it seems to work for them.
-It would seem that Orks were created specifically for surviveability in mind. With their fast breeding rates and monumental ability to survive even the most serious wounds its a miracle that they seem to fight amongst themselves than with the other races of the galaxy.
-From birth, Orkz have an instinctual knowledge on how to battle. However there are a select few that are born with more specialized knowledge. These few are called Wyrd Boyz and they known how one facet of science works on an instinctive level. How well they fallow these instincts is another thing entirely.
-In theory, Orks can live for hundreds of years. However their constant warring with each other leads to short lives.
-Finally the difference between male and female is slight. Females look slimmer and more athletic than the huge muscles of the males.

Cultural traits: Orks don't have a religion as much as "Orky Rulez".
-"Da biggest is da best"
-"Neva run from a fight"
-"Explodin is jus a part of learnin"
-"You can neva have enough Dakka"

Secondly orkz love combat, its basically in their DNA to fight. As such there is no term for "Civilian" or "Non-Combatant" in the Ork language. This has gotten them in more trouble than they care to admit, or remember.

Specialization: For the most part, muscle. Orkz aren't the smartest creatures in the galaxy but they can hit harder than most and keep em coming. However their mechanics, or "Mek Boyz" are geniuses when it comes to making things work with limited resources.

Tech: Rusty, banged up, and reliable. Ork tech may not look pretty, or practical... or sensical, but you can't deny that it works. For the most part they are made from scrap metal and god knows what else, but they are known to work even under the most strenuous of environments. One thing that they have going for them is their inovation of turning metors into sprawling cities.

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Height: 8'0 (243.84cm)
Weight: 329 lbs (149.232kg)

Name: Lugnaught but people just call him Lug.

Age: 50

Species: Ork

Personality: Lug is a fairly affable fellow that likes to kick back with a strong drink every once in awhile. When on the job or invested in a new invention he is kind of a grump but not to the extent of being a jerk, he is more stern than anything. Oddly enough, Lug has lost the inherent aggression that is present in all orkz and he will be the first to tell you that it is in fact, a good thing. When intoxicated, Lug turns into a boisterous Ork who tends to boast and challenge others to feats of strength.

Skills overview: An ork "Mek Boy", Lug can fix almost anything mechanical in nature like mechs, trucks, and engines. However he doesn't have a clue on how to fix things that are more energy oriented, nor does he want to. Lasers just ain't orky enough.

Position on crew: All around Mechanic, repair man, and emergency miner.

Years on crew: 2 and a quarter.

Bio: A long time ago, Lug was just a mek boy in a war band. Day in and day out all Lug would do was fix things the other orkz broke. Trucks, battle wagons, tanks, mechs, guns, and cybernetics. To Lug it was all quite boring to him, he wanted more. After his 40th year, Lug stole a flyer and traveled to some far off planet that didn't even have a name. While there he did the same thing he did before but added mining into the mix and he loved it. For once in his life, Lug's every waking moment wasn't dominated by fixing broken crap. Lug spent a good 6 years on the planet but he soon found that it was lacking... danger. As an ork, Lug needed danger. It was an itch that needed to be scratched.

Quickly leaving, Lug bounced around and took odd jobs from time to time. Eventually, Lug found that a man named Julius was in need of a mechanic when his previous one died in a explosion/fire/ass tons of shrapnel. When Lug found out that other dangerous stuff can happen on the ship he practically begged to work on the ship. Since then he has been a diligent mechanic and has come to like everyone on the ship in one way or another.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

No, I can never be happy. Its a curse.