RNTS Fair Lady - Orbit of Hesperius 8/5/2145 - ???? Hrs
Pulling his boot strings tight, James gave a quick glance to his bunk-mates. He recognised a few faces from the 201st, and he spied one or two from the 24th as well, but most of them were new to him. A few were openly glaring at him and his fellow 201st Marines, and he levelled them with a hard stare. 'Feds then.' It was pretty easy to work out when you took into account the reputation the 201st had amongst Federation forces, and the Republic soldiers that agreed with them were better at hiding it. One of the Fed troops matched his stare, probably hoping to get him to back down, and he raised an eyebrow mockingly. He could see the Fed getting agitated and they made to stand up, presumably to cross the bunk hall and start something, only for another to grab their arm and stop them. James just smirked and laughed through his nose, tying his barely polished boots and rolling the sleeves of his uniform up. He'll be damned before he gave a shit about something as pointless as keeping his uniform parade clean.
When the Muster call came through, he wasn't far from the muster station so he wasn't making a dash for it but he still made it in time to catch the beginning of the briefing. He mentally logged the important information, but tuned out during the second half. He physically rolled his eyes at the General's ramblings about the division's history in one of those wars over a century ago, and the assumption that anyone even gave a shit. If he wasn't mistaken, James could trace his linage back to the southern tip of the central continent, 'Africa' if memory served him right, so he had no reason to.
The briefing over, James wandered to the nearest mess hall with a copy of the mission details on a data tablet. He grabbed a coffee, black with 3 sugars, and sat down to review what he needed equipment wise. As a sniper, he'll probably be called in to pick off troublesome targets that the regular infantry would have trouble with, like MG Nests or counter-sniping, but the nature of Woodland combat, i.e. lots of trees providing irregular sightlines and plenty of cover, would mean that the lower rate of fire and increased length of the M20A2 would be a detriment in the jungle. The reduced power of the SR20-D wouldn't be a problem unless they came across light armoured units, but if the primary objective was to secure a fortification then he wouldn't be expecting more than soft targets. The close confines of an enemy fortification would necessitate a CQC option, but the standard M9A1 sidearm might fall a little short, so It might be worth taking an M15A4 to compensate...
As he read over the file, he zoned out of his surroundings. He wasn't really interested in socialising, but food and drink wasn't permitted outside of the mess-hall and he'd pushed a few too many boundaries recently so he really couldn't be bothered to deal with a drilling from his CO.
In the fading light of the Evening sun, Nero found himself scanning the faces of the people along the dockside as he stepped off of the deck of the small ship that he'd arrived on, leaving the soft, painful moans of its unconscious crew laying below deck. He'd have preferred a quiet journey over, but they apparently decided differently and went to jump him when they neared land, Through no fault of his own, mind you. Normally he'd have put a bullet through each of them, but land was close and they were probably just desperate enough to go for his bounty so they weren't worth killing.
He slid through the small crowds of people like a blade through water, eventually finding himself along what appeared to be a market street. He, for the most part, managed to avoid standing out but his scars and heterochromatic eyes still managed to draw a few stares from the curious ones, and a few interested looks from the fairer gender. His signature armoury of Conflict, Discord and a disassembled 'Devil's Eye' were stashed in the black leather messenger bag at his side, while Ebon sat just below his hip in a custom holster and Ravensdown was slung tightly across his back. A commotion drew his attention and he looked across to the two run-of-the-mill scumbag pirates accosting a maid of all things. He began to move closer when the first one's hand closed around her arm, a slightly scowl on his face. The seconded pulled his blade on the merchant in front of them and Nero's hand went to Ebon, but stopped when he noticed the maid's grip on the other man's arm. He left the pistol holstered and watched as she instead beat the daylights out of them, both impressed and surprised.
He heard her introduce herself and quickly reached into his bag to produce a stack of wanted posters, flipping through them quickly. He found the ones matching the two pirates but nothing for the maid, Bel Cleargarden if he'd heard correctly, which was a little unusual because most people that could fight had a bounty or worked for the Marines. Mentally shrugging, he took the two pirate's bounty posters out of the stack and returned the rest to his bag before stepping up to Bel. The bounties were only pocket-change on their own, but they were a fair amount and Nero certainly wouldn't turn down a little extra change in his pocket. Bel hardly seemed the bounty hunting type, so maybe she'd let him claim the reward?
"Hey, you turning these in or do you mind if I take them off your hands?"
Name: Nero Lystre Alias: Demon Eye Age: 19 Position: Sniper/Assistant Doctor Bounty: WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE: 9 Mil. Berris Appearance:
Personality: Nero is a rough young man with a good heart. He is kind and caring, willing to stand up for the weak and innocent, and loyal to the ones that earned his trust, but this usually masked by a distant and calm persona. Despite this, he won't hesitate to get into a fight to defend the aforementioned people even if it's likely to end in his defeat, regardless of consequences. Although it's case to case, he generally goes by the rule of 'get what you give' and repay people's actions with equal intent; kindness with kindness, spite with spite.
In the rare occasion that he breaks his mask of calm, his anger is vicious and aggressive. He will set his sights on a target and won't stop until they are destroyed, with very few people being able to stop him trying. Only those he has a great respect for can calm him down, but he will retain his grudge until he can pay them back in full.
Background: Nero was born in an unremarkable coastal village on a small island in the East Blue, and that's where he was raised for most of high life. His mother, Arianna Dean, was a ex-Marine Lieutenant well-known for her skill with a firearm and his father, Kain Lystre, was a civilian doctor. The pair had fallen in love while Arianna was still serving, wounded after a anti-piracy sweep went wrong, and Kain had been the one to nurse her back to health. When she discovered she was pregnant with Nero, she resigned from the marines and the two settled down on the island. Growing up, Nero learned the skills of both his mother and father, as his mother would regularly take him out hunting for food or skins to sell and he would spend the rest of his time helping his father at his clinic or on call.
Despite being a natural with a gun, he was perfectly content to take over his Father's role in the future, but fate had other plans. When he was about 17, The Marines launched an attack on a pirate hotspot on the next island over. This meant that the survivors lucky enough to escape soon arrived at his village, and they're were granted asylum on the grounds that they didn't cause any trouble (Arianna and her guns saw to that) and made themselves useful to the village. Everything seemed to settle down after a few weeks, but then the Marines showed up to mop up the survivors. The villagers, having grown to trust the ex-pirates they had taken in, argued their case but were instead branded as co-conspirators and began to be arrested in bulk. Arianna, having been an ex-marine, got quite angry with the heavy-handed approach and started arguing with the Marines. This escalated until tensions boiled over and the marine panicked, firing his weapon and fatally wounding her. This was the first and only time Nero ever saw his father get truly enraged as he immediately took her gun and killed the man responsible, igniting an all-out battle between the Marines and the villagers. Somehow (in truth, a villager had done so to try and save him from the fighting), A blow struck the back of Nero's head and knocked him unconscious.
When he came too, the battle was over and the villagers had lost. The few that survived were being rounded up by the surviving Marines, but without the man-power to secure them, the Marines just executed them. Using his mother's rifle and hiding amongst the ruins of his village, he picked them off the survivors one by one and used his mother's pistol to finish the wounded ones, execution style. His revenge not yet satisfied, he took a small sailing boat and travelled from island to island, working as a bounty hunter to survive and occasionally taking attacks on Marine targets when the opportunity arose. Unfortunately, his face was seen and he was soon issued a bounty of his own.
With time, his desire for revenge calmed down and he stopped actively attacking the Marines, instead focussing on bounty hunting. This didn't stop the Marines from trying though, and with each failed arrest his bounty grew. He wasn't stupid though, and recognised that it would get more and more difficult to survive on his own. He needed allies, or maybe even comrades... Abilities: Marksmanship - Nero is a natural with a firearm, and he has honed his skills to an art-form. It's rumoured that He can pick up a gun and make it sing if he wanted, regularly pushing them to perform beyond what was capable.
Gun Kata - Using a very rudimentary understanding of basic martial arts combined with his own agility and skills in gunplay, he devised a system of short to mid range combat using a one-handed firearm, or pair of, to hold off against combatants at close range.
Medical techniques - while certainly no miracle worker, Nero has enough practical knowledge to treat most physical wounds and common ailments. Weapons: Ebon and Ravensdown - The weapons used by his mother, her pistol and rifle respectively. No special modifications, just plain muskets with custom black lacquer finish.
Conflict and Discord - Twinned custom-work pistols with a 6-shot cylinder and strengthened construction for use of specialised ammo
Demon's Eye - The heavily modified rifle for which he gained his moniker
Using special bullets that use special effects in lieu of physical rounds, can be used with any firearm but those not specially built to withstand them can be damaged just by firing them. Burning Shot: Ignis - A bullet of fire, igniting its target Freezing Shot: Glacio - A bullet of freezing liquid, encasing whatever it hits with ice and inflicting a frostbite effect Lightning Shot: Fulgur - A bullet of lightning, bypassing metallic armour and clothing to shock a target Concussive Shot: Sonus - A bullet of concussive sound, deafening and disorientating those nearby when it explodes Capture Shot: Laqueum - A rope-dart type of bullet that tangles up its target in steel wire
A special system of fighting at close to mid range By combining martial arts with Conflict and Discord. He can't remember where he heard it refered to as 'gunkata' for the first time, but he like the sound of it and coined the name. Gunkata: Steel Lotus Shower - A highly acrobatic move used when surrounded, he flips multiple time in the air while simultaneously firing in multiple directions to strike multiple targets. Gunkata: Reflex Shot - Firing a number of shots that richochet off one-another to bypass a target's defences, similar to feint attack in swordplay. Gunkata: Iron Thorn - a counter-attack move, he flips over an attacking enemy and fires into their exposed backs in mid-air. Also effective against closely grouped enemies
My Name is Shadow Daedalus, or 'Dae' for short
I like to RP things with fighting and grit, but chilled out RPs are good too. (Just nothing fluffy like sunshine and rainbows, ick)
I am a fairly literary person and I like to write stories in my spare time, so my RP style is quite descriptive.
Wide range of tastes, like Sci-fi, Modern, Fantasy and Historical
I don't usually play more that one character at a time, and I'm more comfortable as a male character, but I might try to expand more in the future, you'll have to wait and see...
Not very interesting, so feel free to ask me questions :D
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">My Name is Shadow Daedalus, or 'Dae' for short<br><br>I like to RP things with fighting and grit, but chilled out RPs are good too. (Just nothing fluffy like sunshine and rainbows, ick)<br><br>I am a fairly literary person and I like to write stories in my spare time, so my RP style is quite descriptive.<br><br>Wide range of tastes, like Sci-fi, Modern, Fantasy and Historical<br><br>I don't usually play more that one character at a time, and I'm more comfortable as a male character, but I might try to expand more in the future, you'll have to wait and see...<br><br>Not very interesting, so feel free to ask me questions :D</div>