Shadow Daedalus

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This seems very interesting, and the CS can't be too complicated can it?

Fate/True - A Grail War Role Playing Game

I've been staring at my CS for three days now, and I've finally decided to swallow my pride...

I've never written a Fate based RP, and I am struggling. Please help. I can do the Legend and Personality myself, I just need help balancing his stats and skills...

Star Wars - Desperation - Post RotJ RP

Khyrr Thane

Player Name: Shadow Daedalus
Name: Khyrr Thane
Age: 26
Appearance:

Khyrr

With Armour and Improvised Rifle

Gender: Male
Race: Human (Corellian)
Force Sensitive Y/N: N
Equipment:
Fury-Class Interceptor 'Revenant': Found during a salvage run and restored to a working order, Khyrr uses this 2-6 man starship after the death of his old salvage crew, crewed by re-purposed droids he had collected.
DE-10 Blaster Pistol: Recovered from a Mandalorian wreck, This heavy blaster pistol has been his trusted sidearm for over 6 years and his skill with it is notable.
Improvised Blaster Rifle: cobbled together from various rifle parts and fine-tuned by a rogue gunsmith, he uses this burst-action blaster rifle with fairly impressive skill during his mercenary work or salvage runs in particularly dangerous areas.
Custom-built Combat armour/re-breather: Constructed from an amalgamation of various armours (including Phase II Clone and Rebel Elite armour), this fully enclosed combat suit provides protection from low-power blasters and stun shots as well as up to 30 minutes in toxic or vacuum environments. Also features an RCS pack for mobility in 0-G.
HK-51 Assassin Droid: Co-pilot of the Revenant and the closest thing Khyrr has to a partner. Painstakingly restored after losing his second family, HK-51 serves as a companion to Khyrr and provides sniper support during ground missions.

Skills:
Born Mechanic: Raised around starships almost his life, Khyrr knows how almost any ship in existence ticks, and if he doesn't it doesn't take long for him to work it out.

Experienced Pilot: Also stemming from his time around Corellia's shipyards, Khyrr can fly almost anything (including small warships) to varying degrees of skill.

Gunfighter: Having brushed with armed hostiles more than a fair few times, He's fairly skilled with blasters and other projectile weapons.

Strengths:
Salvage, Sabotage and Starship Surgery: peerless knowledge of starship mechanisms, for both good and nefarious purposes.

Following the Falcon: highly skilled and versatile with smaller starships (not starfighters), he is one of the best pilots in the sector. The only person that's a better pilot of similar ships is the infamous (and possibly famous too) Han Solo in his equally infamous Millennium Falcon.

Mercenary by Trade: notably skilled with blasters, rifles and other firearms. Decent with a sniper rifle, but not enough to out-snipe the military elite.

Weaknesses:
Not Exactly Ace Material: While nearly unsurpassed in larger ships, his skill in a starfighter is barely better than an average pilot. It's enough that he can take-off, fly and land, but a dogfight is out of the question. As such, he avoids flying them unless he has literally no other choice.

Self over Others: As a loner and self-inflicted outcast, he is quick to cast others aside for his own benefit, be it for wealth or safety.

Nope-Jitsu: he has no skill in melee or unarmed combat besides basic hand-to-hand and is completely defenceless without a blaster or some kind of explosive.

History: Barely 3 months before the Clone Wars broke out, Khyrr was born and raised around the shipyards of Corellia to a shipyard overseer, Ahri, and her husband Hythian, who was working as lead engineer for the same shipyard. Being in and around starships for most of his early life gave him an in-depth knowledge of the piloting, salvage and general engineering involved with the construction and demolition of a wide variety of starships. He grew up through the clone wars and 11 years under Empire's rule before any major events happened in his life.

At age 15, a violent dispute between the shipyards and Imperial Forces claimed the lived of his parents, and he was left orphaned. He was quickly picked up by a group of salvagers, who became a second family to him. This group of salvagers, the crew of a heavily modified YG-4210 Called the 'Redliner' due to a thick red line running across both the top and bottom of the ship, took him in and he quickly became an important part of their salvage operation, fitting into tighter spaces and picking out the most valuable parts.

It was during this time that Khyrr constructed his armour, as well as a few more similar sets for the Redliner crew, and his rifle. He was 19 when he discovered an abandoned Fury-class Interceptor in a huge debris field in the uncharted sector. He and the crew of the Redliner restored it to full condition over the course of 2 years, using parts taken from Imperial wrecks and crash sites, and hid the ship on a nearby planet that was too harsh for humans to settle on. They dubbed it 'Revenant' because of the ancient history behind it, and outfitted it with newer, more powerful weapons (including a Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon underneath the cockpit, slaved to the pilot's control) and an improved hyperdrive.

Not long after the restoration of the Fury-class Interceptor, the Redliner was caught illegally salvaging the wreck of an Imperial star destroyer. Khyrr, aged 21, was hidden in the wreckage as he watched the Redliner try to surrender, only to be viciously destroyed by TIE Fighters. Evading the patrolling Imperials and running out of air in his armour, he passed out and was picked up by a sympathetic transport vessel. He rode with them until they reached the nearest neutral spaceport, where he paid for no-questions asked transport to the same planet he had hidden the Fury-class.

After nearly freezing to death, he found the ship and escaped the planet. He then worked as a Mercenary and Bounty Hunter for anyone that would pay, from Crime Lords to the Empire itself, while also keeping up his old work of salvaging wrecks and derelicts and selling off the parts for a reasonable price. He also worked for the Rebellion a few times, almost taking part in the Battle of Yavin a year later until a higher paying contract came through. His current assignment just ended on Taris and now he's after a short rest before he picks up another contract...

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Sorry It's late, college and work caught me up. Let me know if anything needs changing.

Star Wars - Desperation - Post RotJ RP

I have some elements I want to borrow from Legends, but I'm not sure if they'd be ok:

Fury-Class Interceptor, an ancient starship salvaged and restored by my character.

DE-10 Blaster Pistol, a heavy blaster pistol recovered from an abandoned Death Watch Bunker

I don't mind as much if you 86 the starship, but I really like the DE-10

«The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

@Kalas I'll let Ramiela knock his ass to the ground... Prometheus isn't in the mood for mercy right now...

Marvel: Reborn (M) *Closed*

A shrill electronic beeping woke James up from his sleep, who in a half-asleep state grabbed one of his pillows and threw it at the offending device. It fell off of the table with a soft thud but refused to be silent. Groaning in defeat, he pulled his face out of his pillows and sighed.

"AILA, Turn it off. Please."

An electronic female voice giggled at the request as a red holographic waveform hovered above a futuristic silver wristwatch. AILA, or Artifical Intelligence Logistical Assistant as it's officially called, was an AI James had programmed based on Tony Stark's JAVIS, with the help of Tony himself.

"No can do, Sir. You know as well as I do that you'll just oversleep."

He responded with an unimpressed look before he hauled himself out of bed and went through his morning routine: Breakfast, Teeth, Shower, Dressed and a Quick coffee before he leaves. He was just stepping out of the shower with a towel around his waist as a two-tone electronic chime originated from his phone.

"AILA, Play message."

"Right away, Sir."

The Waveform briefly appeared above his phone before disappearing, replaced by the voice of one Tony Stark himself.

"Hey James, It's Tony. I'm gonna need you to swing by my office at Stark Tower. Me and Rhodey have got something we need to talk to you about. Alright, Catch you later."

The message ended with a single beep, and he raised a single eyebrow as he towel dried his hair. He quickly finished his morning routine and got on his motorcycle.

A short drive later, he arrived at Stark Tower. Nodding to the security at the desk and smiling at the receptionist. a young woman he had a little bit of a sweet spot for, he quickly made his way to the top of the building, where he was met with the sight of both Tony Stark and James Rhodes with a grim expression... well, grim for Rhodes. Tony looked like he'd eaten some bad shawarma, but was otherwise ok.

"So what's the emergency?"

Tony was the one to answer. "Just got a message from good old Captain America, or at least the old one. Long story short, he needs heroes and, I'll tell you now, we're not them."

"...and this is to do with me, how?"

Rhodes sighed. "We didn't want to have to do this, but I have my family to think about, and Tony isn't exactly ready to get back into that suit either..."

James froze as he attempted to connect the dots. "You can't mean..."

"Yes, we do. We need you to take over from me as War Machine."

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After a rather hectic verbal battle, James finally relented. He agreed to take over as War Machine until this 'new threat' was dealt with, and then he'd think about it from there. He'd asked Tony about the Iron Man suit, but only received a vague, fanciful answer in typical Tony Stark fashion, something about 'having his own plans for the super-powered tin can'. Now, after getting re-familiarised with the same suit he had spent the last year tinkering on, he was flying out to meet the 'First Avenger' himself and save the world... hopefully without dying in the process.

«The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

@Kalas So far, some characters are completely unaffected (like Ramiela), others are affected but push though with their will (like Prometheus) and others cure themselves with potions (like Oswyn). You can have Aster do anything really... Maybe get Raema to lift the effect with her breaker?

«The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

@RyoRyoRyoken@Celaira Same here. I've got work and such. I think I'm also in a different time zone, so my posting might be a bit behind. (GMT/UTC+0)

Solo it for now, if we have time to Collab we can do it next round

«The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

Prometheus' cold red eyes watched the trail with a resounding apathy though the entire event from the side of the hall, only reacting with a sharpened glare at Hikaru's accusations. He wasn't going to deny that he had killed players before, and probably will have to again, but as a Breaker it's a cross that they must bare. The arrogance of him comparing what many Breakers had done to purely survive and his own killings, Murders committed for the sake of Pride, burned at him but he didn't let it affect him. The deranged psychopath wasn't worth it.

What did gain a reaction was the shattering of a player's avatar, and Vegnya's resultant shout. Instantly, Prometheus was moving as a searingly bright light assaulted the guild hall, an accompanying ringing sound filling his ears.

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By the time he recovered his senses, all hell had broken loose. All around him, his brothers and sisters struck at each other with rage and bloodlust, hate brimming in the eyes of those that had lost their hoods. A sudden feeling of rage and hatred carved at his mind as he gripped his head, forcing the feeling away. He just had time to see the visual standoff between the Grand Master and the Accused before he was set upon by a rapier-wielding figure.

He tilted his head a second before it could skewer his eye, the tip of it instead tearing away the <<Regent of the Masquerade>> less than an inch from his face. His hand was moving before his thoughts caught up, drawing his sword with a retaliating slash that just managed to return his sudden de-cloaking onto his attacker. Looking at the no-longer hidden figure, he froze. His attacker was a girl, probably no older than 17, and a dreadful spark of realisation hit him. This girl was one of the guild blacksmiths, and the girl he had been tutoring as a blacksmith personally. Her eyes locked onto him as they swam with rage and sorrow, her rapier pointed at his heart. His own sword raised in a defensive stance.

"You! Oh, Why did it have to be you!"

"Listen to me, you don't want to do this. Just walk away. I'll get you out safely so trust me..."

"Trust you!? Why should I do that? So you can keep me around as your little student? Do you have any idea what it's been like!? To work so hard to get better at smithing while you don't have to do anything at all and create perfect gear without even trying!?"

"Calm down... I'm not trying to belittle you... Just, walk away. Please."

"No, I've had it with you!"

And with that, she charged at him with intent to kill. His reaction was instant as he reached out with his armoured left arm and activated his breaker <<Standing Forge>>, his eyes and the edges of his armour glowing like a lit furnace, as his hand closed around the narrow blade. Manipulating the weapon's stats, he reduced its durability to 0, causing it to shatter in his hand before he knocked her back with his right arm, his legs anchored in place. As she stumbled back, Prometheus gripped the blade of his sword with his left hand, giving it a molten appearance before he quickly moved his hand as if throwing off a sheath. The sword rapidly lost its molten effect, leaving behind a seemingly unaltered sword. Prometheus dismissed his breaker and burst towards her, a deep red line appearing on her left leg as she fell to one knee, unable to move.

"W-what?"

"I reduced my sword's damage and applied the strongest Paralysis effect I could onto the blade. I didn't want to kill you."

With that, he pulled her arm over his shoulder and carried her quickly to a small alcove in the wall, away from the fighting. He laid her down and as he went to step away, a pair of axes appeared in his peripheral vision, one of either side. He jumped back and ducked just in time to avoid the attack. Two men stepped into his vision, a pair of twins that looked like a mirror image of each other. In their hands they both held a wicked-looking one-handed axe, one with it in his left and the other with it in his right.

"I'm impressed. You're quick." The one on the left spoke.

"Hey Brother, look at this!" The one on the right replied, hauling the paralysed girl up by her hair. "What should be do with her?"

The left brother's face twisted into a nasty grin. "What else? We kill her! She's obviously not gonna wanna be our little toy with Mister 'Forge Blade King' over there."

"Good Idea, Brother!" With that, he threw her at his brother, who without mercy swung his axe, carving a gruesome red line across her chest. She fell away, stumbling towards Prometheus until she fell and he barely caught her. Her eyes locked his, the rage absent as she whispered.

"I'm sorry..."

DEAD

Finally, her avatar shattered. Prometheus froze, his eyes turning a shade more becoming of frozen blood as the feeling of rage resurfaced, but this time, it was cold, unforgiving and Raw.

"I guess she was too weak for us to have any fun. What a shame..."

Prometheus snapped. Activating his breaker, gripping the blade and pulling it away all in a fraction of a moment, his sword was replaced by a pole arm with three blood-red blades, a process he called 'Reforging'. Without any hesitation, he plunged it deep into the heart of the first brother before he pulled it out and quickly 'reforged' it again, this time a deadly katana with a blood-red blade. A smoldering red line was carved into the second brother's chest as Prometheus took a single lunging step towards him. The twins seemed to freeze, tiny flames dancing around their wounds, as they registered what had just happened. But it was too late. The burning damage forged into Prometheus' weapon took effect and the minuscule health they still had burned away to nothing, their avatars shattering in perfect synchronicity.

DEAD

DEAD

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'Reforging' his blade for a third time, he began to storm towards the exit after Hikaru, without heed to anyone around him. A spear was stabbed at him, only to be grabbed and shattered using his breaker, its wielder receiving a burning, fatal attack from his red bladed longsword in response.

DEAD

A dagger wielder was swiftly ended with a brutal spin-slash that nearly took his head from his shoulders.

DEAD

Suddenly, and without warning, a heavy blow from a two-handed war-hammer pushed Prometheus a few metres across the hall, his sword taking most of the blow but doing nothing to stop the force of it as he slid backwards through the melee of battle. Digging the clawed fingers of his left arm into the ground in an attempt to slow himself, he lost sight of the person that hit him. Probably a STR-build Tank if they could knock him a good 4 meters through a crowd of people. Realising he had stopped, he quickly looked to his right to see two women seemingly unaffected by whatever tried to throw him into a blind rage the first time, less than a meter away. After a second he recognised them. The woman with the sandy blonde hair was Ramiela, the <<Saint of Daybreak>>. He was fairly familiar with her skills as a warrior, despite him not being a front line fighter, and was definitely relieved to see her with her wits about her. Next to her was a sight that gave him a sad pause. Kneeling down in tears was Raema, the Dollmaker's recently married wife. He was good friends with the Dollmaker and he didn't like seeing his friend's wife cry... It was then that he realised that the man in question was missing and it didn't take him long to work it out...

With a serious tone a little darker than he intended, he called over to them as he tried to calm himself down, the rage from seeing his student murdered still simmering in his eyes.
"Are you two okay?"

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Prometheus || Dispatched: 4 || Involved: Raema@Celaira, Ramiela@RyoRyoRyoken

Fate/True - A Grail War Role Playing Game

I'm having a hard time finding a decent pic for Daedalus. Any help?