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Star Wars: Alt History

@BrokenWashing Praise the sun lol

The Walking Dead: Belgium

Im still working on mine

Star Wars: Alt History

Sylus

Portrait

it should be noted that he rarely takes his armor off

Armor

Name: XJ-45287

Calls himself: Sylus Glacore

Species: Human

Age: 28

Force Sensitive: no

Skills:
Enhanced strength – due to numerous cybernetic enhancements and his power armor, Sylus is stronger and more resilient than the average human.

Combat ready – Sylus has been trained hard to be ready for a fight at a moment’s notice, although being classified as a heavy trooper, his reflexes should not be underestimated.

Heavy weapons – although he is trained with lighter small arms his true skill is heavy weapons. This is included in their use and how he cares for them with both his heavy weapons and ship mounted heavy weapons.

Bladed weaponry – trained to use a sword to great effect through his service in the empire, he makes sure that he doesn’t carry his sword just for looks.

Weapons:
Z-6 Rotary blaster cannon – Modified to be smaller and can be held with one hand, powered by his suits generator.

Shoulder Mounted light Flash Cannon – The cannon has been modified to fit on the shoulder of his suit and when not active looks like a back pack, also runs off of his suits generator.

Beskar forged saber – an old blade he took from an imperial treasury before he left the empire.

Explosives – 3x explosive charges with remote detonator – 4x smoke grenade – 4x thermal detonator.

Equipment:
Mark VI Power suit Modified – has Beskar armor plating and styled to look like old mandalorian armor, custom paint job, replaced repulsar engine for better generator, sealed for hazardous environments with a 1 hour air supply, cutting torch, visual enhancements, a map, and communication device.

Combat pack – Contains basic first aid equipment, food and water rations, repair tools, and a few survival things.

Ragged cloak – has a torn and ragged brown cloak

Bio: Sylus’s upbringings and training are not all that important all that needs to be known for now is that he is or was an imperial super commando, but if you were to ask him one never stops being a commando they just work for someone different now and then. Through his training and missions he has done, he has picked up on the Mandalorian warrior culture. This in turn gave him a sense of honor one that slowly began to grow heavy on his conscience with every mission. In time, he found himself aiding the very people he was meant to kill or capture.

It started slow, missing shots as they ran away or simply seeing them hiding somewhere and overlooking them, to giving them information on shipping manifests and alerting them to traps or raids. Of course, he knew this wouldn’t be able to continue forever, eventually someone was going to slip up. So to prepare for this eventuality Sylus built up a slush fund of sorts, comprised of artifacts, weapons, armor, credits, and influence he could use to get what he needed or get out.

Then one day it happened imperial spies caught wind of one of their own helping the rebels and sent a couple squads to capture him. But they were too late, Sylus had already been tipped off to the encroaching doom and had gotten himself stowed away with a smuggler to rebel space. He discarded his old armor, selling it to the smuggler for passage. In the days that followed after joining up with the rebellion his presence was often met with anger and distrust, he didn’t blame them. After telling the rebellion leaders all he knew he slowly gained their trust and was offered a few places he could go but one stood out to him. A job as a protector for a princess and other higher ranking people, even if his presence made it more difficult as he was being hunted he figured if the situation called for it he could stay behind and take the attention away from whomever he was protecting.

Star Wars: Alt History

vader looked older mostly due to the dark side... also the character sheet will be done soon..ish

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

well might as well get this scene wrapped up then

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Trevor "Shadow" Stevens

The killing and screams of the unfortunate few that dared claw out a living by taking the lives of others simply for their own pleasure and to gather resources. The death and killing that surrounded the lives of these men could barely compare to the shit storm that was raining down upon them from the nearby berm. Confusion struck with the loss of morale from not only losing their strongest within moments but also watching as this force that seemed superior to theirs just walked in and stole their horses. Was for some a breaking point as they turned and fled east or abandoned their position entirely, taking nothing with them the men jumped into the cold water trying to swim to the other shore.

The few that ran or tried to swim were ignored as long as they didn’t turn around, the current pulled at the men who tried to swim away after they left the safty of the man made cove. For some the simple struggle to stay afloat after the cold shock of the water was too much as they disappeared beneath the surface. Pulled down by exhaustion and heavy packs. The fate of those who stayed where grim, either fight these ghosts in the woods or fight the dead who were sure to wake and take the place of their friends who were killed first. Yet somehow they still found the courage or madness to stay and fight, but one by one they were slowly picked off. The few who got to the small patch of trees were taken apart piece by piece with the combined effort of those who waited.

Until finally everything went silent, the only sounds were those of the wounded and the dead. The small unit in the trees waited patiently for the next ten minutes, the horses were gone with the others and only a few of the first killed had gotten back up and rooted up a few of the living who were in hiding. After a few more minutes the unit began to move from their position, making sure those who were killed wouldn’t rise again. Only a few of the bandits had escaped on foot to the east but had little to no gear on them and none of them could make out anyone above water or who had made it across.

The six man squad moved carefully, spread out with 4 in front with spears and the 2 in the back with bows ready. They were able to dispatch any fresh risen that wandered close to them with practiced ease. Yet, through all their training and confidence they remained steadfast and careful, using mirrors to peak around corners and into the containers for any sign of movement or others that may be hiding. Amongst the wooden crates that were still packed tightly in the containers, a few had been opened or were missing, the few that had been opened and were not full of random junk were filled with small portable solar panels that looked to roughly be a couple feet wide and a couple more feet long.

Another thing to come back to, he thought while his team called the all clear on the barge and began looking through their supplies. “Sir” Siren called out, “No hostages here, just an outpost with a few supplies around” Trevor walked out of the rusted red container and into the rusted blue one. It was the same in this one as well, wooden crates with other boxes in them. By the condition of the interior this hadn’t been open for very long. These crates were full of electronics, mostly looked like cameras, was a shame most of the batteries would be dead by now would be nice to have a photo of Maisy.

“Guru and Xena grab a crate of the solar panels and let’s go, there’s nothing left for us here.” The team seemed to all be in agreement, the bandits had little in the way of supplies or usable weapons other than two break action shotguns that had no ammo. The squad made their way back to Maisy and the horses with the crate and poorly cared for guns, as well as a few items of food but it didn’t look like these bandits had been there for long. These solar panels where a good find but were not what they were looking for. That with the ever setting sun, Trevor didn’t want to stay out in the dark at least not with these horses and a few bandits still out and about.

“Hey Maze, looks like you had fun, no hostages down there I don’t think this was the right barge but hey.” He smiled as his team brought up the crate, “one of those open containers down there has crates of solar panels in it though, thought we might bring this one back and give it to Arlington, you know get our relations a bit better.” He turned to make sure everyone had made it back to the horses while a few of his men made a makeshift drag sled for the crate. “Looks like we are ready when you are Maze”

@Poi

The Walking Dead: Belgium

@Grim
You are correct. Up until the point of his head trauma he was training to be a paramedic and still remembers how. Since his head trauma he's been in a mental institution and has recently been transferred when the outbreak started. So just long enough to not be on Too Many Meds

The Walking Dead: Belgium

@Poi
major head trauma (car crash one year earlier), multiple personalities (3), Minor schizophrenia (Voices)... that kind of crazy. maybe a bit wreckless but otherwise a paramedic

Star Wars: Alt History

@TheUnknowable
My sarcasm senses are tingling... ill take that as a no lol.

I'll pitch something else to you when I get home

Star Wars: Alt History

@TheUnknowable
you alright with having a disgraced and exiled Imperial super commando with this rag tag group? was planning on him leaving after participating in a massacre. the usual not agreeing with what they were doing stuff and deserting. could be working as a body guard for somebody, he would have discarded his old rifle and armor but still kept the mandolorian look. he would say his reasoning would be something about "there was no honor in what they where doing."