Sierra

The Black Void Pirates

can I come in from the other ship?

I'm sure that will work out great, coming through the airlock about to be riddled with 20 mike mike shells. Sound plan.

The Black Void Pirates

@Zelosse How about a machine with a big gun that doesn't question a targeting order? That sounds more efficient.

Tear the World Down

BEAUTY IN RAGE

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Like hell she was going anywhere with that bastard, or his puppeted wizard. Was she really so blind? They both heard the maniacal cackling he let out when he tasted that raw power. He couldn’t control himself, and he couldn’t be trusted. He saw the aether as a tool for him alone to achieve absolute power, and his ambition would jeopardize the group’s ultimate goal and their very safety. The irony ...

Adrianna had her own plans, stepping up her pace every time she heard the voices behind her. She didn’t care where she ran to; she wasn’t even paying attention to it. She just wanted distance between her and them, to be alone and to clear her mind. She settled for a moment well after she stopped hearing them, relying on some voodoo intuition that she was finally alone. She could feel the energy that had blasted them both fading slowly from her veins. By morning it would be virtually nonexistent. The things she could have done with that crystal ...

She tried for a moment to conjure it forth, pretending she was a sorcerer who knew what she was doing and not a disgraced runaway without a clue how she would ever be a Legionnaire’s protege. Nothing. She had absolutely nothing to show from a once-in-a-lifetime experience that a Gods damned talking orb had stolen from her. She slammed her fist against the adjacent half-destroyed wall as the pent up rage boiled over. In a thunderous explosion the magic within her veins blasted the wall to pieces on contact.

The shock, more than any recoil, knocked Adi back two steps, the girl staring wide-eyed at her apparent handiwork. ‘So that’s how that works?’ The thought crossed her mind that she had figured it out. Her blank dumbfounded face shifted into a laser-focused glare at another half-ruined structure and she took up a proper fighting stance. The part of the stored energy flowed from her body towards her fingertips, the cracking missile forming against her hand. With a single motion she stepped forward and whipped her hand towards her target, slinging an aetheric missile into the stone and mortar, obliterating it effortlessly.

“You’re too tense, relax!” Kassandra’s voice finally appeared once again, just in time to jump scare her nearly out of her skin.
“For the love of the Gods,” Adi sighed, “just because you can speak in my head whenever you want doesn’t mean you should.”
There was a brief awkward silence between the two, with Kassandra returning to her advice first. “You’re wasting your aggression in your posture. Avoid tensing your shoulders and don’t step into it so strongly.”
Adi reset her stance and conjured another missile to hurl, this one seemingly smaller than the last. “That doesn’t feel better ...”
“You channeled a bit less aether for far less effort.”
Adi didn’t like the ‘less’ part of that. “So it’s weaker-”
“No, it’s more efficient.”

Kassandra’s abrupt answer pleased her slightly. Efficient was good. She could feel the aether in her body growing weaker as she expended it. This source was only temporary. She would need a more consistent, more permanent supply of the magical energy if she was going to continue to use it. Kassandra being an incorporeal being that saw inside her head could sense her desires before she even formulated a thought. “Kneel,” she instructed, “place your hands on the ground.”

Adrianna didn’t know what her guide had to teach her with this, but she did as she was instructed despite her doubts and confusion. “You know what dark aether feels like now. Clear your mind, and search for it.”
And so she did. The ground felt ... like ground, unsurprisingly and was devoid of the blazing inferno that she felt from the crystal. But there was something she noticed; there was something warm, roiling deep under her feet. “Focus on it, and guide it to you,” Kassandra barely whispered in her head, trying not to break her concentration.

She focused her mind on the sensation, her mind seemingly travelling down to the aetheric currents flowing straight from Hell itself, and weaving its way back up to her with a thin strand in tow, siphoning raw power with it. It wasn’t as strong as the catacomb crystal, but the feeling when it connected with her was unmistakable. She pressed down harder, her will pulling at it more and more. “Careful Adi, your body can only handle so much!” she urged her chosen.

The girl stubbornly dug in, feeding off the power that was beginning to overload her. It crackled from her skin, searching for a way to escape her stubborn grip on it. Even Kassandra feared for Adi’s safety as all sense had seemingly abandoned the girl. Even her eyes had turned crackling red as the aether saturated the very space around her. In an instant the surging energy became painfully uncomfortable to her untrained physique, and as soon as she released her grip on the source current deep below every bit of power confined to her form exploded out without bound.

Adrianna dropped to her hands, a wave of cold and exhaustion overtaking her. She rose to her feet gently as she finally got ahold of her breathing. An uncontrolled, quiet giggle let itself out of her ... a concerning, not quite human cackle emanating from her chest. Kassandra peered inside her chosen’s head, silently observing the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that was Adrianna’s subconscious. She had tasted unlimited power this night and she couldn’t get enough. Kassandra had indeed chosen her successor well.

Tear the World Down

@Not Fishing The editing of a post with a completely different CS is screwing with my chronology man. :P

There's some overlap going on with some sheets I've read (but I've read like 16 sheets at this point so they do blur together and I lose track of what's active and what's not) I'm gonna go ahead and say yes on this version. I really like what you did with Beric. Cassius is where most of the overlap I noticed is but overall I think its inconsequential. I think it will actually make for an interesting common ground to a few other characters. I think your chosen abilities are an oddball that I enjoyed. Their battle potential isn't immediately obvious but I can see you going full on Loki on people.

I do hope you and one of our existing characters go heavily into the archery skillset with your power scaling though (the characters will develop abilities and ramp up in power as we go ... because you will have to in order to survive). We don't have nearly enough people with ranged capability. *hint hint*

The Black Void Pirates

As I seem to have the okay I've moved Mira over to the appropriate section. Is there a rough ETA on an IC seeing as we have a reasonable collection of people already checked in?

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[ R E D A C T E D ]

⑱+ Female writers wanted .. Male's welcome

Does it really matter who the person behind the screen name is or do you just want female characters?

The Black Void Pirates

@Spriggs27 I see a lot of "looks okay" which to me reads as "I'm not particularly enthusiastic about approving it but I'm going to."

If I may backseat GM for a moment, you're gonna burn out if that's the case. You're going to grow bored of your own RP and burn out. If you're burdening yourself with a character cast you have unspoken issue with then your motivation is gonna dry up fast. Its not fun to put your foot down on stuff and it makes you feel like you're an ass. I know firsthand, I know that for me I would regret not putting my foot down more later down the road.

Disregard all of that if I'm not reading your reaction right (I'm only so good at that through text). In the meantime, I put together a thing ... formatted to my own tastes in aesthetics and organization but all the relevant info is there and hopefully sufficiently prominent (lemme know if any of the required info fails to jump out at you sufficiently).

Mira

MIRANDA ALVAREZ

][ FEMALE ][ TECH SPECIALIST ][ COMBAT ENGINEER ][ 37 ][

“Name’s Mira. I build shit, and it breaks other people’s shit. Pay me enough, and I’ll break whoever’s shit you want.”

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THE VEKAAN

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BIOLOGY

A typical example of the Vekaan species measures up roughly equivalent in stature to it’s human counterpart. The notable cartilaginous protrusions from the head serve no major biological function directly. Their appearance is among the criteria of selecting a mate, as larger, more prominently curled tendrils were preferred by ancestral Vekaan. The evolutionary reason for this development was never clear. Further differentiation exists in a reduced number of digits, having only three on the hands plus an opposable thumb, and only two toes to a foot. These digits grow thicker, harder talon-like nails comparatively.

The sensory organs are more highly attuned, granting wider range in hearing, sight, and in touch. Hypersensitive touch leads to effects that appear to a human as bordering on premonition, but is instead feeling the radiant heat of an approaching body. This requires a more complex and in turn more sensitive nervous system. Vekaan physiology is more prone to going into shock following trauma. Their physiology is also lacking in muscle mass compared to the perceived ‘ideal male’ within human culture. This is somewhat compensated for with a high action potential within what muscle mass is developed, though this lends itself moreso to reflex than it does to raw strength.

Being a high-functioning intellectual species, they have evolved a longer natural lifespan. The legal age of majority is 27, while the age of full maturity is roughly 35 in standard earth years. This is further extended through medical advances and the culture of technological augmentation. Vekaan society believes in the harmony between people and the technology they develop.

SOCIETY

The Vekaan are a proud people, sometimes too much so for their own good. Hailing originally from the world known to humans as Cliea 23-P15, they formed what they considered a vast empire among the stars. The dozen or so planetary systems under their control however was merely a fledgling interstellar empire, dwarfed by the infinite, inexorable expansion of man into the cosmos, for it was man that ultimately found them.

As a culture they believe in the use of violence only when absolutely necessary, never for personal gain or shortsighted actions. Man did not present itself to them as an ominous conqueror, and thus the Vekann people acquiesced to their demands. Many of their people have been spread across human-controlled space, and what remains of their sovereign claim grows restless under the thumb of man.

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HISTORY

Born to a no-show deadbeat human father and her Vekaan mother, Mira was caught in the worst of two worlds. A half-breed, too human for her own identity and too alien for the society she’s stuck in. The world of Nechu her mother called home is a world of human aristocrats mostly. Everyone here was well off and stuck up about it. The poorest of the planet were treated like refuse. Out of sight, out of mind. The fact nothing ever worked helped Mira learn to tinker and fix things. Her mother wanted her to feel like she belonged, pushing her more towards her human roots. Even her name was strongly human in lieu of traditional naming. But that was not the path for Mira, a nickname she took to lean away from human culture.

She enlisted in the Nechu Imperial Naval Academy at the age of 20, old compared to other cadets but still firmly an adolescent for a Vekaan. By her third year in the academy she had just barely come up short of making it into command school. “It isn’t about what you know or what you can do, it’s about who you know and who’s bankrolling you.”
She never stopped tinkering with things and practicing her building skills. Notably, she modified the control gauntlets the cadets were issued for battle sim training to include the power cell and voltage transformer from a stun gun. Cadet Phenix, with whom she had multiple past altercations thanks in part to his familial ties and his abrasive personality, found out about her unsanctioned modification the painful way. She was later expelled from the academy in lieu of charges being filed for her assault.

For some time after she took an apprenticeship under an engineer, on a PMC cruiser, the ACS Apollo. Her affinity for weaponsmithing made itself apparent here, and the handsome corporate pay opened the door to her current collection of cybernetic augments, again keeping with her Vekaan heritage in spite of her human half. She also began developing the first iteration of her drone tech while on rotation aboard the Apollo.

After the Apollo, she has floated from ship to ship, improving her gear as she goes and serving as an engineer and mercenary for hire. An engineer who brings weapons and doesn’t hesitate to be in the thick of the lethal action is a rare commodity, provided the CO can get past having a half-breed on board.

][ HALF-BREED ][ FORMER NAVY CADET ][ MERCENARY-ENGINEER FOR HIRE ][

PERSONALITY

She’s easily irritated, but tends to not act on it, not at first at least. She instead tends to retreat to her work, tinkering with her armor or her drone or her weapon to distract her. If she’s pushed enough times however despite repeated denials, she is liable to snap back. The ensuing violent outburst is typically quick and decisive, enough to send the message clearly that the topic is not open for discussion. She is particularly sensitive about being a half-breed. In the naval academy she constantly caught flak for it, and has since grown particularly touchy about it. Nechu was not a kind place for a destitute half-breed Vekaan.

She comes across as closed-off, and often times absent and dismissive to random passers-by. When hired on a ship, she’s more professional, but still always with the air of being difficult to approach about other subjects. Her attitude has always been that she’s good at what she does, and who she is when she’s off duty is none of anyone’s concern. It takes a special kind of person and a lot of patience to get her to open up, but the seemingly-impossible task can be done given time. Even if she isn’t chatty, she’s a valuable resource on a ship and in a fight.

APPEARANCE

Her human half has left her with a smoother, softer face and relatively small tendrils. She has more toes on her feet, four per, than would be normal for her kind, and her skin lacks the same leathery quality on her hands and feet. Her eyes ended up an emerald green and retained their cat-like irises. Her whole body is more heavyset and less fine-boned, though the purple coloration on much of her body remains as prominent as a full-blooded Vekaan, much to her relief.

She actively dislikes her human attributes, seeing it as a source of shame and weakness, and dives headlong into traditional culture where she can. There are two small silver bits above her brow line near her temples: small bits of her cybernetics. Her more noticeable vestiges are a series of small contact points at eye level around the side and rear of her head, where her control visor sits much of the time.

EQUIPMENT

R-101 SOAR

The R-101 Special Operations Assault Rifle is an in-house weapon developed by Pantheon Asset Protection Corp, the PMC she worked for aboard the Apollo. It chambers the modern 5.5x36mm ‘berserker’ round designed to maintain accuracy and stopping power without sacrificing its excessive rate of fire.

Powertech Systems Ltd. Microweave Armor System

Her armor starts with a full-body microweave suit, then equipping thin composite plating for protection against actual weapons fire. When a stronger power cell component or more durable armor is called for, extra armor segments can be affixed to the existing skeleton to form a more intermediate-level power armor. This configuration affords more robust energy systems to support ancillary hardware such as energy weapons, shield systems, drone charging, etc.^{image credits}

Sentry Drone

Mira’s sentry drone is a walking platform with eight stumpy legs arranged around its roughly circular form. It acts as a mobile turret that mounts its own autonomous computer systems, multi-sensor targeting suite with IFF, and 300 rounds of ammo for the 20mm GMG (Gauss Machine Gun) it mounts. The weapon is a slow-firing sledgehammer of a gun that truly earns its classification of an autocannon. The drone features magnetic feet to enable unimpeded operations in zero G environments aboard spacecraft. The machine is controlled through a visor that links to her neural implants, allowing Mira direct control over it with no physical input required. She seemingly treats the thing like a pet, despite being a 90kg, meter-wide gun platform that can rip a man in half with one shell.

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MIRANDA ALVAREZ

][ FEMALE ][ TECH SPECIALIST ][ COMBAT ENGINEER ][ 37 ][

“Name’s Mira. I build shit, and it breaks other people’s shit. Pay me enough, and I’ll break whoever’s shit you want.”

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THE VEKAAN

^{image credit}

BIOLOGY

A typical example of the Vekaan species measures up roughly equivalent in stature to it’s human counterpart. The notable cartilaginous protrusions from the head serve no major biological function directly. Their appearance is among the criteria of selecting a mate, as larger, more prominently curled tendrils were preferred by ancestral Vekaan. The evolutionary reason for this development was never clear. Further differentiation exists in a reduced number of digits, having only three on the hands plus an opposable thumb, and only two toes to a foot. These digits grow thicker, harder talon-like nails comparatively.

The sensory organs are more highly attuned, granting wider range in hearing, sight, and in touch. Hypersensitive touch leads to effects that appear to a human as bordering on premonition, but is instead feeling the radiant heat of an approaching body. This requires a more complex and in turn more sensitive nervous system. Vekaan physiology is more prone to going into shock following trauma. Their physiology is also lacking in muscle mass compared to the perceived ‘ideal male’ within human culture. This is somewhat compensated for with a high action potential within what muscle mass is developed, though this lends itself moreso to reflex than it does to raw strength.

Being a high-functioning intellectual species, they have evolved a longer natural lifespan. The legal age of majority is 27, while the age of full maturity is roughly 35 in standard earth years. This is further extended through medical advances and the culture of technological augmentation. Vekaan society believes in the harmony between people and the technology they develop.

SOCIETY

The Vekaan are a proud people, sometimes too much so for their own good. Hailing originally from the world known to humans as Cliea 23-P15, they formed what they considered a vast empire among the stars. The dozen or so planetary systems under their control however was merely a fledgling interstellar empire, dwarfed by the infinite, inexorable expansion of man into the cosmos, for it was man that ultimately found them.

As a culture they believe in the use of violence only when absolutely necessary, never for personal gain or shortsighted actions. Man did not present itself to them as an ominous conqueror, and thus the Vekann people acquiesced to their demands. Many of their people have been spread across human-controlled space, and what remains of their sovereign claim grows restless under the thumb of man.

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HISTORY

Born to a no-show deadbeat human father and her Vekaan mother, Mira was caught in the worst of two worlds. A half-breed, too human for her own identity and too alien for the society she’s stuck in. The world of Nechu her mother called home is a world of human aristocrats mostly. Everyone here was well off and stuck up about it. The poorest of the planet were treated like refuse. Out of sight, out of mind. The fact nothing ever worked helped Mira learn to tinker and fix things. Her mother wanted her to feel like she belonged, pushing her more towards her human roots. Even her name was strongly human in lieu of traditional naming. But that was not the path for Mira, a nickname she took to lean away from human culture.

She enlisted in the Nechu Imperial Naval Academy at the age of 20, old compared to other cadets but still firmly an adolescent for a Vekaan. By her third year in the academy she had just barely come up short of making it into command school. “It isn’t about what you know or what you can do, it’s about who you know and who’s bankrolling you.”
She never stopped tinkering with things and practicing her building skills. Notably, she modified the control gauntlets the cadets were issued for battle sim training to include the power cell and voltage transformer from a stun gun. Cadet Phenix, with whom she had multiple past altercations thanks in part to his familial ties and his abrasive personality, found out about her unsanctioned modification the painful way. She was later expelled from the academy in lieu of charges being filed for her assault.

For some time after she took an apprenticeship under an engineer, on a PMC cruiser, the ACS Apollo. Her affinity for weaponsmithing made itself apparent here, and the handsome corporate pay opened the door to her current collection of cybernetic augments, again keeping with her Vekaan heritage in spite of her human half. She also began developing the first iteration of her drone tech while on rotation aboard the Apollo.

After the Apollo, she has floated from ship to ship, improving her gear as she goes and serving as an engineer and mercenary for hire. An engineer who brings weapons and doesn’t hesitate to be in the thick of the lethal action is a rare commodity, provided the CO can get past having a half-breed on board.

][ HALF-BREED ][ FORMER NAVY CADET ][ MERCENARY-ENGINEER FOR HIRE ][

PERSONALITY

She’s easily irritated, but tends to not act on it, not at first at least. She instead tends to retreat to her work, tinkering with her armor or her drone or her weapon to distract her. If she’s pushed enough times however despite repeated denials, she is liable to snap back. The ensuing violent outburst is typically quick and decisive, enough to send the message clearly that the topic is not open for discussion. She is particularly sensitive about being a half-breed. In the naval academy she constantly caught flak for it, and has since grown particularly touchy about it. Nechu was not a kind place for a destitute half-breed Vekaan.

She comes across as closed-off, and often times absent and dismissive to random passers-by. When hired on a ship, she’s more professional, but still always with the air of being difficult to approach about other subjects. Her attitude has always been that she’s good at what she does, and who she is when she’s off duty is none of anyone’s concern. It takes a special kind of person and a lot of patience to get her to open up, but the seemingly-impossible task can be done given time. Even if she isn’t chatty, she’s a valuable resource on a ship and in a fight.

APPEARANCE

Her human half has left her with a smoother, softer face and relatively small tendrils. She has more toes on her feet, four per, than would be normal for her kind, and her skin lacks the same leathery quality on her hands and feet. Her eyes ended up an emerald green and retained their cat-like irises. Her whole body is more heavyset and less fine-boned, though the purple coloration on much of her body remains as prominent as a full-blooded Vekaan, much to her relief.

She actively dislikes her human attributes, seeing it as a source of shame and weakness, and dives headlong into traditional culture where she can. There are two small silver bits above her brow line near her temples: small bits of her cybernetics. Her more noticeable vestiges are a series of small contact points at eye level around the side and rear of her head, where her control visor sits much of the time.

EQUIPMENT

R-101 SOAR

The R-101 Special Operations Assault Rifle is an in-house weapon developed by Pantheon Asset Protection Corp, the PMC she worked for aboard the Apollo. It chambers the modern 5.5x36mm ‘berserker’ round designed to maintain accuracy and stopping power without sacrificing its excessive rate of fire.

Powertech Systems Ltd. Microweave Armor System

Her armor starts with a full-body microweave suit, then equipping thin composite plating for protection against actual weapons fire. When a stronger power cell component or more durable armor is called for, extra armor segments can be affixed to the existing skeleton to form a more intermediate-level power armor. This configuration affords more robust energy systems to support ancillary hardware such as energy weapons, shield systems, drone charging, etc.^{image credits}

Sentry Drone

Mira’s sentry drone is a walking platform with eight stumpy legs arranged around its roughly circular form. It acts as a mobile turret that mounts its own autonomous computer systems, multi-sensor targeting suite with IFF, and 300 rounds of ammo for the 20mm GMG (Gauss Machine Gun) it mounts. The weapon is a slow-firing sledgehammer of a gun that truly earns its classification of an autocannon. The drone features magnetic feet to enable unimpeded operations in zero G environments aboard spacecraft. The machine is controlled through a visor that links to her neural implants, allowing Mira direct control over it with no physical input required. She seemingly treats the thing like a pet, despite being a 90kg, meter-wide gun platform that can rip a man in half with one shell.

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