Plank Sinatra

FF7: SOLDIER [Always Accepting More Creative Writers!]

Should have mine done in the next three days, no classwork again until Tuesday after tonight.

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

Please help me.

"She cuts through the skies like a dancer,
Cute Flamenco, my loyal lancer.
Of course, she always mopes
About innocent gropes
But I just can't take no for an answer."
-Unknown

Name: Casablancas, Cairo Quince

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Origin: Tel Aviv, Israel [raised maternally in Iruñea, Basque Country)

Appearance: Relatively unassuming in height at only 1.65 meters, Cairo Casablancas nonetheless can manage to overcome her unimpressive stature and muster the aura of "cool fighter pilot." This middling (at best) height, mixed with a love of the squat rack during training, has been a source of constant consternation with Cairo as she aged into the proper harassment years. The multitude of Israeli insignias on her spanking-new bomber jacket, the gigantic tinted lenses of her Aviators, and the brisk, competent nature of her posture, however, are all evidence that there is at least a streak of confidence, pride, and even danger within the young rookie.

Underneath the attire and posturing, Cairo is a pretty, if sullen and unresponsive, young woman, with clear amber skin, straight black hair, and smoldering dark eyes that always seem to be staring balefully at someone in dismay, as though constantly in the process of taking offense or having her fragile ego trampled upon. Her nails are usually painted a black or russet color similar to that of her eyes or skin, and one of her small concessions to vanity is constant, devoted care of her nails and skin health.

Callsign/Codename: Flamenco

Kills: 1

Veritech Specs: Cairo prefers a dogfight and air-to-air capability, utilizing the Dual Strike pack and FAST packs. As much of her Veritech that can be painted red without eschewing the white of Fox Squadron is painted red, and the verse "JUDGES 15:16" printed upon the nose.

Psychological Analysis: Cairo Casablancas isn't sure what to make of people. Through a mix of a naturally aloof personality, personal failures at socialization, and her highly professional way of thinking, the Fox Squadron rookie is her own one-woman circle of trust that seems impossible to pierce. Any trials, tribulations, or secrets she holds in her memory are stored there under lock and key, and any attempts to pry them out will be met only with an icy stare through the lenses of her "prescription" sunglasses. Though she keeps a veneer of politeness up when confronted with the prospect of human company, it is easy to tell that she is not a young woman easily coaxed into displays of extroversion.

It is surprising, then, that Cairo is such a self-assured and confident girl from the cockpit of her VF-1. She communicates calmly and concisely with her fellow Fox pilots and, though careful not to defy orders or needlessly risk a mission, is not above engaging opponents. As dogfights and engagements are her only publicly disclosed hobby, she will gladly open up to the other pilots on the carrier whenever she is asked for her opinion of their battle prowess.

Privately, Cairo Casablancas enjoys boom-bap hip hop, punk music, black comedy, reading science and technology publications, and drinking sambuca or paxtaran with seven coffee beans per shot. She will sometimes break out a bottle of sambuca from her private stock in order to produce a caffè corretto with the help of the coffee makers in the ship's galley.

Military Record:
-Born in Jerusalem, spent childhood back and forth on maternal business trips between Tel Aviv and Basque Country in Spain
-Lived in Tel Aviv full-time at age of thirteen after bullying incident in middle school
-Attended private high school in Tel Aviv; high marks in geometry, history, physical education, and literature, but low marks and disciplinary action regularly taken for lack of participation. No extracurricular clubs or activities
-Caught faking eye condition (fixed due to early adolescent Lasik) to attempt to avoid mandatory military service; nonetheless, test scores, school transcript and physical examinations qualified her for IAF training in Negev Desert
-Successfully completed training and advanced training over three years in F-16 Fighting Falcon test aircraft
-Two IAF flight sim records, one IDF physical fitness record (most squats)

Other Quirks:
-Before job, had part-time job making money in video game tournaments
-Voted "Most Likely to Succeed" and "Craziest Driver" in yearbook superlatives for graduating class of 3400 students
-Despite amount of time spent in Tel Aviv, still speaks with maternal Spanish accent

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

No idea if this is going still, but this is the first time I've really had a chance to take a breather and get this wrapped up. F l a m e n c o o o o o o ~

Please help me.

"She cuts through the skies like a dancer,
Cute Flamenco, my loyal lancer.
Of course, she always mopes
About innocent gropes
But I just can't take no for an answer."
-Unknown

Name: Casablancas, Cairo Quince

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Origin: Tel Aviv, Israel [raised maternally in Iruñea, Basque Country)

Appearance: Relatively unassuming in height at only 1.65 meters, Cairo Casablancas nonetheless can manage to overcome her unimpressive stature and muster the aura of "cool fighter pilot." This middling (at best) height, mixed with a love of the squat rack during training, has been a source of constant consternation with Cairo as she aged into the proper harassment years. The multitude of Israeli insignias on her spanking-new bomber jacket, the gigantic tinted lenses of her Aviators, and the brisk, competent nature of her posture, however, are all evidence that there is at least a streak of confidence, pride, and even danger within the young rookie.

Underneath the attire and posturing, Cairo is a pretty, if sullen and unresponsive, young woman, with clear amber skin, straight black hair, and smoldering dark eyes that always seem to be staring balefully at someone in dismay, as though constantly in the process of taking offense or having her fragile ego trampled upon. Her nails are usually painted a black or russet color similar to that of her eyes or skin, and one of her small concessions to vanity is constant, devoted care of her nails and skin health.

Callsign/Codename: Flamenco

Kills: 1

Veritech Specs: Cairo prefers a dogfight and air-to-air capability, utilizing the Dual Strike pack and FAST packs. As much of her Veritech that can be painted red without eschewing the white of Fox Squadron is painted red, and the verse "JUDGES 15:16" printed upon the nose.

Psychological Analysis: Cairo Casablancas isn't sure what to make of people. Through a mix of a naturally aloof personality, personal failures at socialization, and her highly professional way of thinking, the Fox Squadron rookie is her own one-woman circle of trust that seems impossible to pierce. Any trials, tribulations, or secrets she holds in her memory are stored there under lock and key, and any attempts to pry them out will be met only with an icy stare through the lenses of her "prescription" sunglasses. Though she keeps a veneer of politeness up when confronted with the prospect of human company, it is easy to tell that she is not a young woman easily coaxed into displays of extroversion.

It is surprising, then, that Cairo is such a self-assured and confident girl from the cockpit of her VF-1. She communicates calmly and concisely with her fellow Fox pilots and, though careful not to defy orders or needlessly risk a mission, is not above engaging opponents. As dogfights and engagements are her only publicly disclosed hobby, she will gladly open up to the other pilots on the carrier whenever she is asked for her opinion of their battle prowess.

Privately, Cairo Casablancas enjoys boom-bap hip hop, punk music, black comedy, reading science and technology publications, and drinking sambuca or paxtaran with seven coffee beans per shot. She will sometimes break out a bottle of sambuca from her private stock in order to produce a caffè corretto with the help of the coffee makers in the ship's galley.

Military Record:
-Born in Jerusalem, spent childhood back and forth on maternal business trips between Tel Aviv and Basque Country in Spain
-Lived in Tel Aviv full-time at age of thirteen after bullying incident in middle school
-Attended private high school in Tel Aviv; high marks in geometry, history, physical education, and literature, but low marks and disciplinary action regularly taken for lack of participation. No extracurricular clubs or activities
-Caught faking eye condition (fixed due to early adolescent Lasik) to attempt to avoid mandatory military service; nonetheless, test scores, school transcript and physical examinations qualified her for IAF training in Negev Desert
-Successfully completed training and advanced training over three years in F-16 Fighting Falcon test aircraft
-Two IAF flight sim records, one IDF physical fitness record (most squats)

Other Quirks:
-Before job, had part-time job making money in video game tournaments
-Voted "Most Likely to Succeed" and "Craziest Driver" in yearbook superlatives for graduating class of 3400 students
-Despite amount of time spent in Tel Aviv, still speaks with maternal Spanish accent

Super Robot Tournament (Name Pending)

hi dork i'm here to represent neo east timor

FF7: SOLDIER [Always Accepting More Creative Writers!]

If we're able to call dibs I'm super down with my man Odin

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

I AM CORINNE SHOURICHI - I DON'T BELIEVE IN SIGNS!

Your words, Stoll! Use your words!

At least she was starting to do a better job at letting people know that she was deaf. For the first chunk of her tenure at Max Fire, no one had bothered to even tell me the bitch had busted ears! Can you imagine? I thought she was epileptic! Every time I showed up for drills her hands started doing that Helen Keller no Jutsu shit, and what do I do? Try to be a good Samaritan and clear her mouth of any obstructions so she doesn't choke in the midst of her seizure? Oho, you thought, Shourichi! Earmuffs here just starts waving her hands harder, dares to strike the blood royal in the face while I'm just trying to make sure there's nothing wrong with her tongue, and then even bites my finger! I hate being bitten when I'm good!

Hider

But I love a good bite when I'm bad.

I was glad to learn she was deaf, though. Not because I'm an asshole, which I'm not! And not because I don't want anyone having a seizure in midair in sheer awe of my fighting prowess and unchecked human spirit, mind you! I definitely do!

As long as they're kaiju and not humans.

And it's not like I was too thrilled that somehow they'd left that little fucking nugget of info out of her folder, either! Not like it was important or anything, HR!

No, I was happy that Stoll was only deaf because it meant that I got away free and clear with calling her a fucking spaz every chance I got to bitch to Ryoma about my new bite marks. The best thing about deaf chicks is that they can't hear you talk...any...of your shit...

...

wait

So how was she able to hear me talking to Sadbear just now if she--

--was--

--wasn't deaf!?

...

HAHAHAHAHA FUC--

MOVING ON: Luckily Autumn was on hand to phrase any questions in a decidedly non-deceitful manner, questions which Guac and Ryoma clearly considered well answered. I was more skeptical, though. I put a lot of rounds into one of those fuckers from the front seat of good old Speed Racer last year, sure, but I'd been poring through studies for months since I'd joined Max Fire, and apparently not one serviceman currently enlisted in the JSDF was Corinne Shourichi! And only one Corinne Shourichi currently served in Max Fire! What the fuck were we gonna do with the one we had? Maybe if you gave me a speedboat and an RPG-7 I could make the kaiju rue the day it crawled out of its uterine hell beneath the Earth...but how was I gonna pilot Lifthrasir, babysit the kids, and sing a kaiju motherfucker a Getter Robo firepower lullaby on its way down to its resting place in Atlantis!?

We needed at least another 1/4th of a Corinne Shourichi for that level of multitasking! And I had only ever been imitated, never duplicated!

"--must be something more surefire we can do, right?"

Surefire? Sure! Fire!

"They're support, Hanneman. Support is all they do, besides milking us for Kodak moments and pointing in awe at how good we look in the sunshine. We're the beasts of burden here. We're the ones with the stones. We're fucking surefire. And as soon as we come back with a big load of Etherion, you get to tell everyone fucking-told-ya-so. That's how you set the perfect ideal for other humans - you know your damn role and you come home a high roller! That's what it's all about!"

Coincidentally, I had taped over small portions of my How To Be A Fucking Pillar of Humanity tapes with my How to Run a Fucking Girl's Night manual. They were, however different the occasions, the exact same message, though, so hopefully there wouldn't be any confusion as to what I expected from my little pint-sized posse!

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

I just need to find time to sit down and do my appearance writeup. Everything else is done.

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

Ditto for me. Tomorrow's my last day of classes until Tuesday so I should have a clear plate to wrap up history and my fighter.

Mobile F.R.A.M.E. - Seeking partners for development. (Real-robot mecha with an 80's/90's anime/RPG flair, space opera and cyberpunk elements)

IS IT BACK

@KRAYZIKK ITS BACK

Vampire the Masquerade

@Karos I mostly wanna be a True Brujah for the personality, really...the Clan interests me more on the philosopher-king side than the young punk brawler side. But since I'll be applying as an Elder, knowing the restrictions in advance will be helpful. Thanks.

@pugbutter

>a fellow carthage patrician

I knew there was a reason I liked you