redbaron1234

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

@Crosswire I vote to go north, since it looks like that's where everyone is going.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Why the heck are you guys making plans for if your characters die? Isn't the point to keep them alive first and foremost?

@Ammokkx

^ This. Though I do have another Framewerk idea...

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Krista Reynolds

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Krista turned around just in time to see Elise get cut in two. She floated there, gaping like a fish as she watched it break apart. Mouth drying out, Jason's voice snapped her out of her paralysis. Knowing she had no other way to help, she moved towards the newly wrecked framwerk. "Yeager, I'm moving in to assist. Can you see the Seargent's transponder signal yet?"

Moving in as fast as her wounded frame would let her, she dropped the shield as she approached the debris field, wary of vaporizing her commanding officer. With one eye on the horizon, she joined her teammate in searching for their commander, or what was left of her.

@Dragoknighte

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

I might as well submit this guy now, but I will wait to have him join in.

The Medic

"... Let's go practice medicine."

[50's (?)| Human | Team Fortress 2| Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Almost always wearing his white coat and rubber gloves in the field, The Medic looks like a doctor. He has a long pointed face and greying sideburns, but overall his hair has kept its dark color. Under his coat, he typically wears a waistcoat and dress shirt. He practices good posture, almost always standing up straight, making his 6 feet of height seem just a little taller.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

- Morbidly Curious
- Callous
- Sadistic
- Surprisingly Trustworthy
- Dark Sense of Humor
- Good at Improvisation
- Affably Evil

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Little is known about the man known to most as "The Medic". What is known is that he was raised in Rottenburg, Germany during a time when then Hippocratic oath had been downgraded to an optional Hippocratic suggestion. He claims to have had a medical licence at one point, but lost it after stealing every bone in a patient's body.

Beyond this point, it's easier to list what he's done than to try and form a cohesive time-line. By 1972, his list of notable doings include:
- Stolen the catering van from the Prime Minister's wedding, in the process stealing the dove that would become his pet, Archimedes.
- Sold his soul to the Devil, only to surgically implant eight more souls, thus getting him out of hell
- Invented the Ubercharge Device and the Medigun
- Developed a device that allows him to revive his team-mates in the field, as opposed to waiting for the respawn system to kick in, useful during the Grey Mann Incident.

Eventually Saxton Hale, CEO of Mann Co. lost a fistfight to a small girl and lost control of Mann Co. to Gray Mann. The first thing Gray did was fire the Mercenaries, including The Medic. Thankfully he was brought onto the Team Fortress Classic team to replace their missing medic. Working as a bit of a double agent, he managed to bide his time and help his old team destroy the TFC Mercenaries.

Unfortunately for them, The Event occurred, leaving a bunch of plot threads hanging. The Medic was quite confused to find himself separated from his team, and back in the town of Teufort.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~
Medicine: The Medic, funnily enough, knows how to heal people. While he clearly shows a tenuous grasp of medical ethics, this skill has been invaluable to his team in the past.

Mad Scientist: Mr. Ludwig has done morally bankrupt things in the pursuit of science. While nowhere as technically inclined as Mr. Conagher, he has invented the Healing Ray, several variants of the Medigun, and the Uber-Charge Implant.

Combat Medic: While most doctors only work under conditions such as 'Sterile Environments' and 'Not Being Shot At', The Medic works on the battlefield. While his team-mates are better equipped to fight than he is, he did have his own weaponry and knew how to use it.

Fast on his Feet: The Medic, used to being a main target on the battlefield, is quite spry for someone his age. He runs faster than normal, about 107% the speed of an average person.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
Regeneration: While nowhere near the level his medigun can provide, the Medic has the ability to passively regenerate from wounds.

~Perks~

Infernal Medicine: The Medic is a damn fine doctor. In fact, he sold part of his soul for it. Any sort of medical device, procedure, or drug is simply more effective in his hands than a it otherwise would be and he can sometimes get away with doing things medically that Just. Shouldn't. Work. See: Stealing every bone in a patient's body while leaving them alive enough to wake up, successfully returning multiple person's blood to their body by simply pouring it into their chest after soaking it off the ground with his underwear, and surgically implanting 8 more souls into himself weasel his way out of Hell.

~Faults~
Infernal Debt: While the Medic is technically a majority owner of his soul still, Hell still owns 2/9ths of it. They also don't appreciate the fact that he screwed them out of his soul Any and all creatures that could be described as 'demonic' are more hostile towards him.

~Weaknesses~

The Medic just has a tendency to rub people the wrong way. Maybe it's the accent. Maybe it's the fact he's a mad scientist. Maybe it's just the fact he wears glasses. Either way he just comes across as slimy, making him hard for him to gain people's trust.

He also is physically weak, and not used to fighting on his own. This also extends to a bit of cowardice, making him easy to browbeat and intimidate. He much prefers to fight behind others, and is not above bailing on his allies when things go bad.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

- A Bone Saw: Exactly what it sounds like. An ordinary medical bone saw. Has been used to hurt and heal in equal measure.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

What your character is currently wearing/using in regards to equipment.

~INVENTORY~

Just Starting equipment

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

For anything else.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

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"I can hear, detect, and transmit thoughts. I'm trying to be amicable in warning you so that you can learn how to block me from doing so. Do not betray this trust, cause I will kill you if you pose a threat to this settlement, and I won't care if I die doing it." she relayed to each of them in the area, and the others that hadn't heard it already.

@FrozenEcstasy

"Good," I thought to her, "Now you get to hear my internal ramblings." I followed the others out of the room, trying to play this off as some sort of comic book convention. The fact that I knew that someone could talk to me mentally made that a tall task. The cowboy, Marston, also claimed to have come back from the dead. His mention of his family made me think of my own loved ones. I might have to talk to him later. If nothing else, being family men might be points of bonding.

As the others searched the room, I finally had a moment to look at what I'd grabbed. Mostly small empty boxes, labels indicating that they used to hold spare parts for machines; vacuum tubes, nuts, and other hardware. However in one of them I found a foul smelling skin. I couldn't tell if the smell was natural to the skin, but at the very least the coarse wiry fur made it clear it wasn't human. It was wrapped around something much more interesting. A large, almost golf-ball sized red gem rolled into my hand. Part of me instantly thought it was a ruby, but I quickly realized that it was more likely colored glass. If it was a real ruby, it was easily the largest one I have ever seen.

Wrapping the gem in the skin again, I put them both in an inside pocket. Out of habit I double checked that my sidearm was in the holster, and waited patiently for the others to finish. A few minutes later, the rest of the group was waiting outside, ready to head out. I couldn't help but smirk, realizing that this would be the first time in years that I've gone into a dangerous situation with backup, such as it was.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

@Ariamis I'm well. Just got back from a trip so I am finally able to sit back down again and write.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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Margot let the other fighter take Brown, gingerly transferring the injured girl. "I wish you luck." As soon as Brown left her arms, she remembered something that made her body physically lurch. "Shit, where's Brooke?" She spun on her heel and ran towards the collapsed stadium, pushing her way past the crowd of first responders, reporters, gawkers, and walking wounded. Nobody tried to stop her in the confusion of the stadium collapse; it seemed that every ambulance in the city had converged on the stadium. She also kicked herself for leaving Duncan back there too, though enough of the building was standing that she could convince herself that there was still hope.

Suddenly, a large piece of stone was lifted up, followed by some strained groans. There was a person underneath the stone, but obscured by the massive shadow cast by the rock. The person shook for a moment, before they threw the rock away.

There were some screams in the distance.

The person took a few steps forward, hunched, before she raised her head and looked up.

"... Maaaargot..." Brooke said, slurred as she tried to drag her feet. "Aren't chu' a sight for sore eyes?"

"Brooke," She ran over to her, and offered a hand in support. "I'm so glad you're alive." She cleared her throat, calming herself down a bit. "Come on, let's get you a place to sit down." She tried to guide her away from the rubble, eyes sccanning for a place to let her rest.

"It's cool," Brooke said, as she grabbed onto her other arm. "I'm a Vanburen... we don't break easily...." She looked back at the destroyed Stadium.

"As you can see."

Though, she took a few more steps forward and had to sit down on the pile of rocks that was the stadium. "That doesn't happen a lot, does it?" She nudged her head back in the direction of the rubble.

"No, this is a first for me." She knelt down next to her, the two an odd center of stillness in the chaos. "It looks like the tournament was attacked. What happened to you back there?"

"Well..." Broke looked to the side... wondering if she should be truthful or not. "... I was attacked by a robot, and the whole arena came down around me. Fortunately, I have the Vanburen ultimate technique to save me."

In actuality, Brooke was looking for the prize money, and stuck around too long.

Margot let out a sigh. "Yeah sounds about right. I was trying to find you when I got sucked into a fight with a giant robot. Quite literally. It had this vortex thing. Either way me and a few others helped take it down."

"Heh... sounds like it was more fun than what I was doing," Brooke said with a shake of her head. "Well..."

Brooke pushed herself to her feet, grasping her injured arm. She walked past Margot, then looked back.

"... I think it's time we got a move on, yeah? This place is killin' my good vibes."

Margot got to her feet, dusting herself off. She caught up with Brooke easily. "I could not agree more."

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So, after leaving the wreckage of the stadium to MAVERICK, and emergency crews, the two fighters regrouped somewhere more scenic. After getting a change of clothes so they'd be less conspicuous, of course. Brooke was wearing jeans and a t-shirt as she sipped some soda as she sat at the table of this restaurant. Some tourist trap kind of place that sells Brazilian food to stupid American tourists so they can go home and brag about eating authentic Brazilian. She leaned back in the chair as she looked at Margot.

Though her attention was shifted from Margot, over to the television screen. So was everyone's. It was a news report.

"This is Molly Schuler, and tragedy has struck at the Brazilian Fighting cup in Rio!" Molly started off. "Right when the first match begun, a horde of machines, descended upon the stadium, and caused a massacre. Destroying a majority of the stadium, along with the death of many civilians."

Molly cleared her throat as she continued.

"Brave MAVERICK soldiers fought bravely to ensure the contestants, and survivors get to safety, but it seems an explosive went off in the building." Molly started off. "Authorities are still looking for survivors."

She centered herself.

"MAVERICK is still investigating who is behind this attack, but it is believed to be either the work of the dreaded ZODIAC group..." Molly trailed off, as she pressed her earpiece, and turned to the side. "... We have received word that the two terrorists, Justin Haggar, and a woman who refers to herself as Seven, are the two behind the attack."

"These two are responsible for the destruction of MAVERICK headquarters, currently with a bounty of a trillion dollars," Molly started off. "Said bounty has doubled to two trillion dollars each. Seven is wanted strictly alive..."

"Two. Trillion. Dollars!" Brooke said, excited at the prospect of money. "Oh my God, Blue! Imagine what we can do with it!"

Margot barely kept herself from dropping her food at that number. "Where would they even get that much money?" She wiped her face off with a napkin as she pulled out her phone, quickly lookiing them up. "Damn, looks like they attacked the MAVERICK HQ a while back. No wonder they have a huge bullseye on their backs."

"I'm wondering how they get around with all that moolah on them!" Brooke fixated on the money. "But, uh... where do we even start? Ha."

"They must travel in disguise for the most part, and there are always ways to get around without being noticed. But something doesnt sit right with me." Margot tapped away at her phone. "Four trillion dollars is over 20% of the GDP of the USA."

"So, you're saying it's fake or something...?" Brooke asked.

"The same number's being reported across several news outlets, so I think it is the actual offered bounty." She tapped on the counter a bit as she thought. "With a number that big, there's going to be a lot of people gunning for them, but I also suspsect that if they have lasted this long they know how to hide. What I don't get is how the robots are linked to them. Why show up in person to the event you were going to attack with robots?" She showed Brooke the bracket from earlier, and pointed to Justin's fight with Jeremy.

"Maybe, uh..." Brooke trailed off as she gave it a little bit of thought. Spinning her cup of soda around in her hand. "To mark your targets?" She shrugged.

"I'm unfamiliar with super-terrorism, sorry."

Margot shrugged and drank some of her own drink. "I imagine that this is the early 'trying to get things to air' reporting. They''ll probably have to release a statement saying they screwed up and the bounty is like two million apeice. Heck maybe it'll come out that they were working with ZODIAC." She smirked to herself. "I just remembered my mask recorded that entire robot fight. That'll be fun to send out later. I'm a little annoyed they made it sound like the MAVERICK soldiers were there. I only saw one. How about you?" She snapped her fingers. "Oh, and how did your fight go?"

"Well, it really doesn't make MAVERICK sound good if they got stood up by a ragtag bunch of misfits!" Brooke laughed as she downed the rest of her soda. She almost coked on it, and had to pause for a moment, before she prepared herself. She had a good answer to Margot's other questions. "I didn't see not one MAVERICKS there."

She laughed.

"I was fighting with this crazy North Korean broad before the robots attack... why does it feel like everyone has some kind of fireball, or dumb shit? But, she seemed... slow? Sluggish. Something like that."

Margot chuckled. "Well it makes sense to do it if you can. Ranged ki attacks. There was a woman fighting the robot that just used guns. Aside from the one MAVERICK soldier, I mean." She finished off her drink. "I really don't have a technique like that myself, if that makes you feel better." She subconsciously pulled her bag closer to her under the table. "So, do you have any idea what you are going to do next?"

"Well, honestly," Brooke shrugged as she slouched back in her chair. "Not really... I just wanted some cash before I move on to somewhere else."

Part of Brooke wondered if she should even bother. Every time she tried something, it ended in disaster! Brooke shook her head... then the idea hit her.

"Heeeeeeeeey," Brooke hopped up, full of spirit. "I just remembered something! Japan is hosting their own tournament a few weeks away!"

"I know, I was going to compete if possible. The Annual Japanese Championship." She put her half of the bill down on the table and stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I was hoping you would join so we can have a chance at a proper showdown."

"Might as well," Brooke shrugged. "Oh! Maybe in Japan, I'll find a good enough teacher!"

"Oh, well if you are going to find a sensei there are worse places to start than the Land of the Rising Sun. Maybe learn to throw a few fireballs yourself."

"Good!" Brooke said, "And I'll have a great travel buddy to accompany me!."

Margot couldn't help but chuckle. "A little quick to assume that I'd accompany you. But sure, I would love to travel with you. But, uh, how are you going to get there?"

She shrugged. "I'll ride a dinosaur there." She laughed.

"I think I'll stick to a plane. Which, I guess if you count the oil does quality as riding on a dinosaur..."

"But without the fun or excitement!" Brooke said... before their conversations were interrupted by two letters gracefully landing from the rooftops. "... What?"

Margot caught both of them in a swift motion. She flipped them over only to find both of their names on the envelopes. "I, uh, one is for you." Passing one to Brooke, looked up to see if she could see who had dropped them. It was already too late, whatever or whomever had dropped them had run off.

Brooke shrugged as she nonchalantly opened the letter.

I am Hello, I'm Xue Lei, champion martial artist of China.

My father and I have been closely watching the tournament in Rio, and we are disappointed that you didn't get the chance to show them your strength. Both of your fights were rudely interrupted, and we don't find that satisfactory. Which is why we are inviting you to a private tournament hosted by my family. It will be in Hong Kong... arrive there for further instructions.

"Holy shit!" Brooke said as she looked at the letter. "Zhu Lee!" She said and completely butchered the pronunciation of her name.

"One of the best martial artists in the world. Wants. Me. In. Her. Tournament!" She was practically shaking in excitement.

"Congratulations Brooke. That's great to hear. Didn't realize she was so interested." She flipped open her own envelope and looked at the wax seal, carefully opening it to preserve it and the stationary. "Let's see if she extended the invitation to both of us." The letter was written in immaculate French, and she translated it as she read it out.

Hello, I'm Xue Lei, champion martial artist of China.

My father and I have been closely watching the tournament in Rio, and I was very impressed with your opening fight. It was something out of the tales of old. We were also greatly anticipating your fight with Walter Duncan, and were greatly saddened by the events at the Stadium. We would like to extend an invitation to our private tournament we are hosting in Hong Kong. More information will be provided should you choose to attend.

Margot mumbled the rest of the contact information and date to show up by. "This looks legitimate. Big name attached to it, and we could even make it after the Japanese tournament."

Brooke smiled widely at Margot, teeth showing.

"Then what are we waiting for? There's whole new horizons just waiting for us!" Brooke said as she got up. "I can learn a fireball in Japan, and use it in the tournament."

Margot waved towards the street, grinning back. "Allons-y. Onwards towards glory and tomorrow." She looked back to the smoke still rising in the distance, her smile faltering a bit. "And away from this disaster."

redbaron's test posts

The Medic

"... Let's go practice medicine."

[50's (?)| Human | Team Fortress 2| Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Almost always wearing his white coat and rubber gloves in the field, The Medic looks like a doctor. He has a long pointed face and greying sideburns, but overall his hair has kept its dark color. Under his coat, he typically wears a waistcoat and dress shirt. He practices good posture, almost always standing up straight, making his 6 feet of height seem just a little taller.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

- Morbidly Curious
- Callous
- Sadistic
- Surprisingly Trustworthy
- Dark Sense of Humor
- Good at Improvisation
- Affably Evil

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Little is known about the man known to most as "The Medic". What is known is that he was raised in Rottenburg, Germany during a time when then Hippocratic oath had been downgraded to an optional Hippocratic suggestion. He claims to have had a medical licence at one point, but lost it after stealing every bone in a patient's body.

Beyond this point, it's easier to list what he's done than to try and form a cohesive time-line. By 1972, his list of notable doings include:
- Stolen the catering van from the Prime Minister's wedding, in the process stealing the dove that would become his pet, Archimedes.
- Sold his soul to the Devil, only to surgically implant eight more souls, thus getting him out of hell
- Invented the Ubercharge Device and the Medigun
- Developed a device that allows him to revive his team-mates in the field, as opposed to waiting for the respawn system to kick in, useful during the Grey Mann Incident.

Eventually Saxton Hale, CEO of Mann Co. lost a fistfight to a small girl and lost control of Mann Co. to Gray Mann. The first thing Gray did was fire the Mercenaries, including The Medic. Thankfully he was brought onto the Team Fortress Classic team to replace their missing medic. Working as a bit of a double agent, he managed to bide his time and help his old team destroy the TFC Mercenaries.

Unfortunately for them, The Event occurred, leaving a bunch of plot threads hanging. The Medic was quite confused to find himself separated from his team, and back in the town of Teufort.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~
Medicine: The Medic, funnily enough, knows how to heal people. While he clearly shows a tenuous grasp of medical ethics, this skill has been invaluable to his team in the past.

Mad Scientist: Mr. Ludwig has done morally bankrupt things in the pursuit of science. While nowhere as technically inclined as Mr. Conagher, he has invented the Healing Ray, several variants of the Medigun, and the Uber-Charge Implant.

Combat Medic: While most doctors only work under conditions such as 'Sterile Environments' and 'Not Being Shot At', The Medic works on the battlefield. While his team-mates are better equipped to fight than he is, he did have his own weaponry and knew how to use it.

Fast on his Feet: The Medic, used to being a main target on the battlefield, is quite spry for someone his age. He runs faster than normal, about 107% the speed of an average person.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
Regeneration: While nowhere near the level his medigun can provide, the Medic has the ability to passively regenerate from wounds.

~Perks~

Infernal Medicine: The Medic is a damn fine doctor. In fact, he sold part of his soul for it. Any sort of medical device, procedure, or drug is simply more effective in his hands than a it otherwise would be and he can sometimes get away with doing things medically that Just. Shouldn't. Work. See: Stealing every bone in a patient's body while leaving them alive enough to wake up, successfully returning multiple person's blood to their body by simply pouring it into their chest after soaking it off the ground with his underwear, and surgically implanting 8 more souls into himself weasel his way out of Hell.

~Faults~
Infernal Debt: While the Medic is technically a majority owner of his soul still, Hell still owns 2/9ths of it. They also don't appreciate the fact that he screwed them out of his soul Any and all creatures that could be described as 'demonic' are more hostile towards him.

~Weaknesses~

The Medic just has a tendency to rub people the wrong way. Maybe it's the accent. Maybe it's the fact he's a mad scientist. Maybe it's just the fact he wears glasses. Either way he just comes across as slimy, making him hard for him to gain people's trust.

He also is physically weak, and not used to fighting on his own. This also extends to a bit of cowardice, making him easy to browbeat and intimidate. He much prefers to fight behind others, and is not above bailing on his allies when things go bad.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

- A Bone Saw: Exactly what it sounds like. An ordinary medical bone saw. Has been used to hurt and heal in equal measure.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

What your character is currently wearing/using in regards to equipment.

~INVENTORY~

Just Starting equipment

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

For anything else.

redbaron's test posts

The Medic

"... Let's go practice medicine."

[50's (?)| Human | Team Fortress 2| Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

The

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

- Morbidly Curious
- Callous
- Sadistic
- Surprisingly Trustworthy
- Dark Sense of Humor
- Good at Improvisation
- Affably Evil

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Little is known about the man known to most as "The Medic". What is known is that he was raised in Rottenburg, Germany during a time when then Hippocratic oath had been downgraded to an optional Hippocratic suggestion. He claims to have had a medical licence at one point,but lost it after stealing every bone in a patient's body.

Beyond this point, it's easier to list what he's done than to try and form a cohesive time-line. By 1972, his list of notable doings include:
- Stolen the catering van from the Prime Minister's wedding, in the process stealing the dove that would become his pet, Archimedes.
- Sold his soul to the Devil, only to surgically implant eight more souls, thus getting him out of hell
- Invented the Ubercharge Device and the Medigun
- Developed a device that allows him to revive his team-mates in the field, as opposed to waiting for the respawn system to kick in, useful during the Grey Mann Incident.

Eventually Saxton Hale, CEO of Mann Co. lost a fistfight to a small girl and lost control of Mann Co. to Gray Mann. The first thing Gray did was fire the Mercenaries, including The Medic. Thankfully he was brought onto the Team Fortress Classic team to replace their missing medic. Working as a bit of a double agent, he managed to bide his time and help his old team destroy the TFC Mercenaries.

Unfortunately for them, The Event occurred, leaving a bunch of plot threads hanging. The Medic was quite confused to find himself separated from his team, and back in the town of Teufort.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~
Medicine: The Medic, funnily enough, knows how to heal people. While he clearly shows a tenuous grasp of medical ethics, this skill has been invaluable to his team in the past.

Mad Scientist: Mr. Ludwig has done morally bankrupt things in the pursuit of science. While nowhere as technically inclined as Mr. Conagher, he has invented the Healing Ray, several variants of the Medigun, and the Uber-Charge Implant.

Combat Medic: While most doctors only work under conditions such as 'Sterile Environments' and 'Not Being Shot At', The Medic works on the battlefield. While his team-mates are better equipped to fight than he is, he did have his own weaponry and knew how to use it.

Fast on his Feet: The Medic, used to being a main target on the battlefield, is quite spry for someone his age. He runs faster than normal, about 107% the speed of an average person.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~
Regeneration: While nowhere near the level his medigun can provide, the Medic has the ability to passively regenerate from wounds.

~Perks~

Infernal Medicine: The Medic is a damn fine doctor. In fact, he sold part of his soul for it. Any sort of medical device, procedure, or drug is simply more effective in his hands than a it otherwise would be and he can sometimes get away with doing things medically that Just. Shouldn't. Work. See: Stealing every bone in a patient's body while leaving them alive enough to wake up, successfully returning multiple person's blood to their body by simply pouring it into their chest after soaking it off the ground with his underwear, and surgically implanting 8 more souls into weasel his way out of Hell.

~Faults~
Infernal Debt: While the Medic is technically a majority owner of his soul still, Hell still owns 2/9ths of it. They also don't appreciate the fact that he screwed them out of his soul Any and all creatures that could be described as 'demonic' are more hostile towards him.

~Weaknesses~

The Medic just has a tendency to rub people the wrong way. Maybe it's the accent. Maybe it's the fact he's a mad scientist. Maybe it's just the fact he wears glasses. Either way he just comes across as slimy, making him hard for him to gain people's trust.

He also is physically weak, and not used to fighting on his own. This also extends to a bit of cowardice, making him easy to browbeat and intimidate. He much prefers to fight behind others, and is not above bailing on his allies when things go bad.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

- A Bone Saw: Exactly what it sounds like. An ordinary medical bone saw. Has been used to hurt and heal in equal measure.
~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

What your character is currently wearing/using in regards to equipment.

~INVENTORY~

A general list of a character's inventory with descriptions regarding the items. Players will be expected to post an Inventory up on the OOC and update it as their character finds, loses, and modifies items.

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

Leave this blank. As the roleplay goes on I'll award characters for the interesting, stupid, dangerous, funny, and heroic things they do. Just for fun.

EXTRA

For anything else.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

@Jasonhero yeah I think that would be hte best. I know I would have Krista have some difficulty in pulling Elise into her Mech since it has no hands, and that shield could accidentally fry her. I put some thought into how hazardous catching Elise would be.