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|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||

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Glenn Spade was shaken from his sleep by something hitting the aircraft carrier. He wasn't sure what it was, but he needed to find out. His body was working on autopilot. He changed into a standard flight suit. He wasn't sure what was needed of him, so the went with the default. A slate grey flight suit. He ran out of his room as he zipped it up. He knew they probably wanted to speak to him to brief him on whatever was happening. He ran down the corridor, waving past people, making his way to the command room. He ran down a flight of stairs, taking it five steps at a time, nearly slipping and falling halfway down. This didn't slow him down though. He met up with a few other pilots scrambling to get their assignments before they could take to the skies. By the time Glenn entered the command/briefing room, he was with three other pilots, and four more were already seated. Ten more pilots came in. They were all TERRA pilots. the air force pilots were all off somewhere else, getting briefed separately.

"Now that everyone is here. As far as we can tell, this wasn't localised." The commanding officer said as he paced backwards and forwards in front of the assembled pilots. "A pulse of unknown origins was recorded at every TERRA facility all over the world." He said. The screens behind him lit up with various red alerts that showed the breaches. "As far as we can tell, it woke up the Titans." He paused for dramatic effect. "All of the Titans." He said emphasising the word all. "Now, the crew of the USS Nimitz has been very helpful in letting us use their vessel as a mobile headquarters for the last couple of months. I am thankful you stayed out of their way as much as possible, but now, it is their turn to stay out of our way. It may be their ship, but this is our area of expertise." He said as he stopped in front of everyone. "This isn't an excuse to be a dick." He clarified. "The Airforce pilots are being briefed to listen to you during any confrontation with a Titan." He turned around to face the screens behind him. A picture of the Titan codenamed Sentinal came up. "TERRA surveillance assets detected this once they came back online. They also came up with an inconclusive reading in the Sea of Japan. It is unclear if these two are connected, but this..." He pointed at the picture of Sentinal, which was a top-down shot, that looked like an island wading through the ocean. "Is moving towards Japan. Moving towards us." He said before turning around. "Get ready to deploy. Full Nano Suits. Now, we only have three functioning Condors. Spade and Jacobson, you take one. Scotts and Willis another. The third goes to Miller and Wallace. Everyone else, you get what the Airforce gives us." With that, the TERRA pilots stood up and left the room.

Glenn left alongside his apparent co-pilot, Phil Jacobson. "So, first time fighting a Titan." Glenn said as they ran to the change room. "Yeah. Lets put this fucker in the ground." Glenn had to admire his co-pilot's enthusiasm. But the Condor had never been tested against an opponent like a Titan. Nothing had.
The two men entered the changeroom and unzipped their standard flight suits. Neither men were uncomfterble seeing each other naked. They had served together in the past, and both were comfortable in their own skins. Not to mention nothing was ever going to happen. They were both straight. Hell, Phil even had a wife. "What do you make of all this?" Phil said as he slid into his Nano SUit. They were standard for most TERRA Pilots on an operation. "End of the world." Glenn half-jokingly said. As he did, he finished zipping the Nano Suit up. Fastening the last few buckles. He looked over to see Phil was also done. " Or just an excuse to blow some monster to hell." He said before grabbing his helmet and leaving towards the flight deck. As he left the change room, he keyed a few buttons on the small touchscreen on his wrist, to register it as himself.

Anomalous

Hey, quick question, would personal mastery be yellow or red?
I mean, it is pretty powerful, but it is limited to himself. I'm not sure which one it would be...

Guns, Gas, Guts and Gore- a Wasteland Adventure

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Guns, Gas, Guts and Gore- a Wasteland Adventure

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Guns, Gas, Guts and Gore- a Wasteland Adventure

The Fall. When spoken of by the History Men, the Fall is described as something that happened so slowly, so quietly, that Mankind hardly noticed when it happened. It started with little things, a little less rain one year, a bad harvest another, and built up like a willy-willy marching across the Outback, growing bigger and bigger until it wasn't trampolines and the cat that it was picking up but houses, cars, and people. Governments began to shutdown, unrest grew and spread until it choked out the cities, food became too expensive to buy, and violence became a part of the daily routine as frustration and desperation pushed people to new extremes.

Then one sunny day, the Fall happened.

It was as if men lost all sense of reason, freed from the shackles that once bound them, and became little more than animals driven by base instinct, hunting and killing for food, for water, and for gasoline. Cities were abandoned to the wastes as people fled for safer parts, law and order gave way to rule by might, and the whole world seemed to go completely and utter mad. What then began as days of barbarity soon became weeks, weeks became months, months into years, until eventually the Old World faded into memory and a new, savage world took it's place, a world of warmachines and guzzolene where the strong ruled and the weak fell beneath their wheels.

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It is said that the Coast is the only place in Aussie where the masses worship the same as they did before the Fall. In Sydney, the Clubs continue to hold sway with great gladiatorial contests, called Footy, taking place to honor the gods, at Bathurst the worship of the V8 continues with the Thousand whose warmachines pay regular homage to the Great Combustion Engine on the blacktop of the Holy Racetrack, while all throughout the Coast, spirits great and small continue to be paid homage to. Whether these gods are truly the same as those worshiped before the Fall cannot be said, for even the History Men know little of such things, but that they are considered to be very real, very potent forces by the people of the Coast is undeniable.

The Clubs - Believed to have been the dominant faith of Aussie before the Fall, the Clubs are great churches that are dedicated to the worship of gods such as the Eagle, the Rabbitoh, and the Knight, whose names and customs have been passed down over the generations. Powerful institutions in their own right, it is the Clubs that oversee the great contests of skill called Footy which are held in Pre-Fall arenas to honour the gods, contests which are as violent as they are sacred, and keep the peace between bosses. Led by Captains, overall leadership of the Clubs changes each year with Footy determining which of the Clubs, and therefore which of the Captains, is given possession of the Cup and therefore primacy over all other Clubs for the year.

The Cult of the V8 - Centered out of Bathurst, the Cult of the V8 is the worship of the Great Combustion Engine, of the V8, and the Blacktop. Peculiar to the Thousand, who named themselves after the Thousand Saints buried beneath the Holy Racetrack according to legend, those who keep to the V8 believe that the world is one great engine in a cosmic warmachine fueled by life itself. It is for this reason that the Thousand, who believe that the "sparkier" the life, the more it gives to the Great Combustion Engine, live as dangerously and as recklessly as they do for they believe that the more "sick" their lives are, the more they give to the Engine. This predilection towards reckless endangerment, constant raiding, and constant drug use, however, does mean that most who worship the V8 tend to die young, their spirits used to fuel the Great Combustion Engine before being reborn to repeat the process all over again.

The Spirits - Regardless of whether one worships the Clubs or the V8, all within the Coast believe in various spirits, folktales, and other mad shit of which tales have been repeated for countless years. Whether the Raggedy Man, a cursed avatar of justice who is said to roam the roads aboard the Black-on-Black, rescuing those in need or slaying the wicked, or the Yowie, a sort of half-man monster that steals children and replaces them with chocolate replicas, these are things the people of the Coast believe in so fiercely that they might as well be real. Signs of the worship of these figures can be found everywhere with wayside shrines dedicated to the Raggedy Man being raised at every crossroad and mystics who claim to be able to see into the Dream often being found at the side of prominent bosses as advisers and soothsayers.

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CRASHPOINT is a settlement, that is somewhat of a neutral ground for the various gangs and groups out in the wastes.

The Assassin's Guild

I'm confused about where magic and powers, in general, sit within this role play. Mainly because...

The most magic there would be is potions that boost healing.

@kalinsovrin

Yes, just been thinking about a character, might use Vampora, the goddess vampire, not sure yet ^^

@PrincessVampora

wattpad.com/624070462-oc-notes-prince…

Heres a link to her on my wattpad^^

@PrincessVampora

He didn't have a fabulous all-time record murdering ungodly, undead vampire... he only had a vampire. He could be a big killer. The guy could be 500 years old... that's a lot of midnight snacks.

@officaz

It just seems like there a lot of Vampires for the most magic being health potions.

|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||

Glenn Spade

Name:




Appearance:
Just under six feet tall, Glenn has a rather lean frame. He has a little bit of stubble, as he prefers a rustic look. Glenn has rather angular features and is considered conventionally attractive by most people.

Age:
31

Occupation:
Pilot working for TERRA.
Part of his job is training new pilots, testing new aircraft, and providing air support while fighting new threats.

Starting Location:
An Aircraft Carrier off the coast of Japan.

History:
Glenn Spade was always fascinated by the idea of flight as a child. He had aspirations of being a pilot since he was very young. When he was sixteen, he started going for his recreational pilot's license. He did very well. Becoming the youngest person to do a solo landing in Queensland. His father, who was an Army Commander, was proud and pushed him towards a career in the Air Force.
His mother wasn't around, having died during childbirth, and Glenn taking interest in the Air Force was the first time his Father felt like he was doing this parenting thing right.
Glenn enlisted when he was eighteen. He did very well in the aptitude testing and was fast-tracked through various advanced aircraft training courses. By the time he was twenty-five, he had made a name for himself.
Skull One.

He was on top of his game. Glenn was living the good life. The Air Force let him fly the fastest planes. At least until the incident. It was a routine exercise in the Australian Outback. There wasn't supposed to be any live fire. Just seeing who could get missile lock first. The Jets hadn't even had any missiles loaded. It was during this training exercise that Glenn Spade saw something.
A creature of some sort. He couldn't describe it. Just that something was out there. It was fast, and burrowed into the sand. Whatever it was, it took down five fighter planes. Glenn was the only plane left in the sky before the creature disappeared.
The Air Force didn't believe him, and put him on desk duty, while they looked into it. They were looking for evidence to court marshal him. They probably would have to, if TERRA didn't pick him up.

Other:

CONDOR

The CONDOR is a fighter craft designed to be versatile in combat. Originally designed with a modular weapon system, that allowed for payloads to be swapped for each mission, this concept was scrapped when TERRA found plans for a series of Construction robots.

While the robots themselves never really got off the ground, it did introduce an interesting idea. What if the ship was made to be more humanoid. With that in mind, several blueprints were created. Miniature models were created and after about two weres of research and development, the first CONDOR was put together.
It was a far cry from what it is today. Larger and bulkier, it resembled more what people expected a mech to look like. A large person with wings. They thought they did well, even if it did look like something out of an anime. What they didn't realize was that their technology was far from what is typically shown in anime. The first CONDOR required three people on board to pilot the thing, and a support compliment of six to keep it running from afar.
With all these people working together, no matter how well they worked together, it was still clunky. A trial run with a contained Kaiju was arranged. Waivers were signed, and it was thought the mech would win easily. This was not the case.
The CONDOR 1 was torn apart in less than a minute the first time it fought a Kaiju. It was a devastating defeat. All three pilots were killed. However, this defeat was necessary for getting CONDOR where it is today.
They stopped looking at it like it was a Mech and started looking at it as a jet.
The arms were kept as it allowed the jet to re-equip the main weapon faster than any modular system available at the time. Plus it was a pretty cool gimmick.
The design was streamlined, and the number of people required for operation was cut down to two pilots on board, and only one remote operator The rest had become automated. The design was still being tweaked, as no one was still happy with it. Simulations were run, and it still wasn't fast enough. You see, up until this point, the CONDOR only had one rocket engine, behind the cockpit. The engineers decided that adding one on each wing and adding an extra set of "Joints" would not only increase speed but agility and overall manoeuvrability as well.
Since then, the only real improvements that had been made were software.

Length: 20m (Standing) 25m (Flying)
Height: 25m (standing) 20m (flying)
Span: 15m

Pilot Survival Suit

The Nano suit was designed to allow TERRA operatives better survival gear in the field. While it lacks any real offensive capabilities that would affect a Kaiju, its main use in the Pilot Corp.
With Kaiju knocking planes out of the sky, TERRA found it was easier to develop the Pilot Survival Suit instead of training new pilots every time one died.

|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||

The CONDOR is a fighter craft designed to be versatile in combat. Originally designed with a modular weapon system, that allowed for payloads to be swapped for each mission, this concept was scrapped when TERRA found plans for a series of Construction robots.

While the robots themselves never really got off the ground, it did introduce an interesting idea. What if the ship was made to be more humanoid. With that in mind, several blueprints were created. Miniature models were created and after about two weres of research and development, the first CONDOR was put together.
It was a far cry from what it is today. Larger and bulkier, it resembled more what people expected a mech to look like. A large person with wings. They thought they did well, even if it did look like something out of an anime. What they didn't realize was that their technology was far from what is typically shown in anime. The first CONDOR required three people on board to pilot the thing, and a support compliment of six to keep it running from afar.
With all these people working together, no matter how well they worked together, it was still clunky. A trial run with a contained Kaiju was arranged. Waivers were signed, and it was thought the mech would win easily. This was not the case.
The CONDOR 1 was torn apart in less than a minute the first time it fought a Kaiju. It was a devastating defeat. All three pilots were killed. However, this defeat was necessary for getting CONDOR where it is today.
They stopped looking at it like it was a Mech and started looking at it as a jet.
The arms were kept as it allowed the jet to re-equip the main weapon faster than any modular system available at the time. Plus it was a pretty cool gimmick.
The design was streamlined, and the number of people required for operation was cut down to two pilots on board, and only one remote operator The rest had become automated. The design was still being tweaked, as no one was still happy with it. Simulations were run, and it still wasn't fast enough. You see, up until this point, the CONDOR only had one rocket engine, behind the cockpit. The engineers decided that adding one on each wing and adding an extra set of "Joints" would not only increase speed but agility and overall manoeuvrability as well.
Since then, the only real improvements that had been made were software.

Length: 20m (Standing) 25m (Flying)
Height: 25m (standing) 20m (flying)
Span: 15m

|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||

Glenn Spade

Name:




Appearance:
Just under six feet tall, Glenn has a rather lean frame. He has a little bit of stubble, as he prefers a rustic look. Glenn has rather angular features and is considered conventionally attractive by most people.

Age:
31

Occupation:
Pilot working for TERRA.
Part of his job is training new pilots, testing new aircraft, and providing air support while fighting new threats.

Starting Location:
An Aircraft Carrier off the coast of Japan.

History:
Glenn Spade was always fascinated by the idea of flight as a child. He had aspirations of being a pilot since he was very young. When he was sixteen, he started going for his recreational pilot's license. He did very well. Becoming the youngest person to do a solo landing in Queensland. His father, who was an Army Commander, was proud and pushed him towards a career in the Air Force.
His mother wasn't around, having died during childbirth, and Glenn taking interest in the Air Force was the first time his Father felt like he was doing this parenting thing right.
Glenn enlisted when he was eighteen. He did very well in the aptitude testing and was fast-tracked through various advanced aircraft training courses. By the time he was twenty-five, he had made a name for himself.
Skull One.

He was on top of his game. Glenn was living the good life. The Air Force let him fly the fastest planes. At least until the incident. It was a routine exercise in the Australian Outback. There wasn't supposed to be any live fire. Just seeing who could get missile lock first. The Jets hadn't even had any missiles loaded. It was during this training exercise that Glenn Spade saw something.
A creature of some sort. He couldn't describe it. Just that something was out there. It was fast, and burrowed into the sand. Whatever it was, it took down five fighter planes. Glenn was the only plane left in the sky before the creature disappeared.
The Air Force didn't believe him, and put him on desk duty, while they looked into it. They were looking for evidence to court marshal him. They probably would have to, if TERRA didn't pick him up.

Other:

CONDOR

The CONDOR class fighter was developed by the greatest minds at TERRA. It is designed to be agile. To move around a Kaiju and attack from all angles.
Equipped with two gun turrets, each containing a dual-linked machine gun, and a heavy armour piercing cannon, the CONDOR packs enough firepower to keep the pressure on the Kaiju while the ground forces have enough time to set up anti-air countermeasures.
While relatively small compared to most Kaiju, the Condor, is the first step in taking back the skies.

Pilot Survival Suit

The Nano suit was designed to allow TERRA operatives better survival gear in the field. While it lacks any real offensive capabilities that would affect a Kaiju, its main use in the Pilot Corp.
With Kaiju knocking planes out of the sky, TERRA found it was easier to develop the Pilot Survival Suit instead of training new pilots every time one died.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

Bruce King

Name: Bruce King

Age: 39

Appearance:


Personality: Bruce has been called hot-headed, and vengeful, but that really isn't who he is. It's really just a facade. People expect someone with fire abilities to be hot-headed, so acting that way helps business. What is true is that Bruce will call you out on any bullshit. He doesn't have time for games, or wordplay. This leads people to think he is cold and doesn't care about other people. Really he is just tired. Nearly all the time.
He has a good relationship with his family. he still remains in contact with his parents. Even travelling to see his grandmother every two weeks. Even if she is starting show signs of dementia.
He doesn't believe that some of the people who are going into rifts, should be going. He has seen his friends, trained soldiers go in and get torn apart. So, he doesn't believe in corporations, or groups sending in eighteen/nineteen-year-olds into rifts just because they have a gift.

Attribute (If any): Fire (Elemental)
"Fire never surrenders. If it cannot burn through, it burns around. Block its path and it sends sparks through the air, to begin the blaze anew somewhere else. Fire always finds a way."
The elemental gift of fire. Bruce's Attribute is that he can create, shape and manipulate fire. He has had the Attribute for about ten years and has learned some rather interesting applications for it. The three main ones he uses are Fire Infusion, Fire Mimicry and Pyrokinetic constrcuts.

Abilities: Bruce King was a trained soldier before becoming a Rift Explorer. As a result, he is trained in basic hand to hand combat, and also marksmanship and firearms. Though given his attribute, he mainly uses high calibre pistols and compact shotguns. Guns that he can wield in one hand, and augment with his fire infusion. For a person with such an offensive Attribute as Fire, Bruce uses more weapons than you would expect. He finds it easier to infuse weapons with fire to increase their attack potential, than just using his own powers to achieve the same result.

Skills: As for non-combat skills, the only thing really to note is that he is a damn good mixologist. Aside from his mad skills with making cocktails, he is pretty good at guitar. Though he wouldn't really say he was good at it. One thing he would say he was good at is planning.

History: Bruce King had a pretty normal early life. Not really that smart, he struggled his way through school. He graduated with a moderate score from a public school in North Queensland, Australia. He didn't really know what he was doing with his life, so he enlisted in the Australian Defense Force. He did well in the aptitude test and was proven smart and enough to earn him a spot in the special forces training program. He left home to begin training with the Army.
His military career was distinguished. He served well and given the geopolitical climate, it was hard to stay engaged in his work. As there wasn't really any major conflicts, Bruce started seeing active duty less and less. Eventually, just running training missions for new recruits.
Bruce put his name down for the Military escort for the Australian Athletes for the 2024 Paris Olympics. He just wanted to break up his routine, and he had always wanted to see the city. While he was there, the First Rift appeared. Bruce was ordered to stay in Paris and liaise with Paris to help keep Australia in the know with the Rifts.
As the UN decided to send in a squad, Bruce volunteered and was accepted. As such, earned his name in history. One of the first into the Rift. Coming back, now with a gift, he wasn't the same man he was when he went in. A creature within the Rift had caught his lower jaw during its attack. Permanently scarring Bruce King.
Upon his return, he was hailed as a hero. At first, he was given a subtle mask that made him look more normal. However, after two years, fame started to fade as more and more people ventured into the rifts and became heroes in their own rights. He changed his mask to red leather to reflect his powers and quit the military as they no longer wanted him as their poster boy.
He fell into the bottle and started working as a freelance Rift Diver.
While he did have a dark period, he recently gets back on top of things. His Rift Diving business is booming, and much to his dismay, Rich Kids pay a lot of money for a security detail within the rifts. But, hey, money is money.

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