Silver Fox

Mass Effect: Underworld

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quick tip: plural of 'Geth' is 'Geth'

@PrivateVentures

Ah, duly noted xD

WARRIORS: TRIBAL (Act 1)

@LetMeDoStuff@Vashonn

Probably would like Greycloud to be on a border patrol with Wildpaw. A important part of mentoring a six moon (newly apprenticed cat) is to show the territory so newbies can get a better grasp of the territory. Would make sense to be on a patrol lesson.

Mass Effect: Underworld

@MiddleEarthRoze I believe it's been decided that we'll ease the player cap as long as every application passes snuff. Sam has final say of course though.

@AquaAzura I like the idea of an Amazonian Asari, but I'm not sure if her Krogan father would have given her that kind of appearance. Asari only use alien mates to randomize their own genetic sequences, they don't actually gain any traits that way. Otherwise the sheet is shaping up well and you're free to have a ripped Asari anyway.

@The Spectre It's a good sheet but I can't really see why the Spectres would want him. As far as can be told, he's a Quarian of average skill; and it's not like the Spectres particularly need or want people with significant political ties. They're a covert group that works in the shadows. His supposed strategic skill is a start but it doesn't really explain where he got such skill from, how would he acquire those kinds of skills as a freshly returned pilgrim? It would make more sense if he was part of the Marines if you wanted him to have strategic aptitude; or have him grow up on a military ship.

It's also unexplained just what kind of position he had in his ship and how he acquired such power, and keep in mind the game is only one year post ME3.

@Dervish Looks great to me but Sam has the final word.

@PrivateVentures I like the character concept but I'm kinda iffy on him being good at basically everything as far as I can tell. He's got Tech, Biotics, and Combat. I would prefer if he be more specialized. Perhaps if you focused on his tactical skill and tech aptitude, it'd make sense for Cerberus to want to recruit him. Or alternatively he could have been a biotic who was recruited by Cerberus into an experimental program; and he's a biotic master who can levitate and shield himself thanks to Cerberus augmentations. But without them he's otherwise defenseless. Either way, I'd prefer him to not be quite so powerful.

@Arcarius It seems fine to me, a really great read. will wait to see how the sample post goes. I do hope people start branching out from beef muscle characters though :P Should his venom gauntlets be a power?

@Silver Fox I'm open to Geth characters and I believe Sam is as well. I'm very intrigued by the concept, but I will say that Legion was supposed to be the only unit of his kind and IIRC he was the only Geth who wasn't explicitly under Reaper control at the beginning of the battle for Rannoch. I'm also not sure that ME technology is advanced enough for someone, even a Geth, to Frakenstein a victim of an explosion in the field.

@MrDidact

Aye aye will fix it. I know that in lore there was a good portion of Geth that didn't get involved. As it was discussed that the Reapers offered but many didn't. As I remember at least. But that may have been in ME2. But I'll fix it anyway

Mass Effect: Underworld

@BlackSam3091

Forgot to mention you in my post. Posted a character at the bottom of the last page

Mass Effect: Underworld

Quite Interested :D Here's my little babe!

Name:

System 42009874563001

Call Sign:

Phalanx

Race:

Geth

Class:

Infiltrator

Age:

1895 CE The Geth War (basically old)

Sex:

Synthetic Life form. Considers itself Female.

Appearance:

The synthetic life form stands a total of seven feet, weighing about two hundred and eighty pounds. The metal coloring being a dark blue with black interior. A silver star sticker is placed on its forehead above the bright glowing blue glass eye. Has a silver keychain with a diamond locket attached to the hilt of its sniper rifle.

Backstory:

Phalanx was one of the many Geth's to survive The Geth War. Surprisingly, its group of programs consisted of mostly docile thinking, preferring peace over war. 99% simply contented with peace and no longer being shot at, while the rest of 1% were simply curious of what was happening beyond the Veil. One program curious, fascinated even of just about everything. Like a child. However it didn't register this until after the Reaper War. It remained on the world Rannoch since the time the Geth defeated the Creators to live a nomadic life, to simply archive messages from a special mobile platform later known as Legion. Organic life had always fascinated the synthetic being, despite how the Creators had tried to destroy them. There were those who died protecting them, and this confused Phalanx. There were those who cared and those who feared. Why? Did they not form the same consensus as the Geth did? Their different views had caused one another's death and such a thing seemed illogical. Phalanx found itself simply grow more curious with these actions, and spent many years studying the Creator's books on the home planet. Studying all the knowledge it could muster and didn't know and sharing such knowledge with its fellow comrades.

Then the Old Machines came, making promises to the Geth that they would be free to do what the wish and come out from hiding. Most did not welcome such a thing, not wishing for war. Yet others did... Which was also surprising to Phalanx. Being one of the many to refuse the offer, Phalanx remained and watched as the comrade, later named Legion, was sent on the mission to investigate the organics outside the Veil. Phalanx found itself eagerly awaiting the information from Legion, especially when he met Commander Shepard.

Reading over the information and watching video archives, Phalanx only grew more curious of organics. Humans were known for their emotional state and often confusing other races. Shepard would give criminals chances when they did not deserve it, give up chasing a criminal to save innocent lives... That in later years the kind favors were returned. It was a mystery... Illogical.. Yet to interesting and inspiring.

When Shepard and the Creators came to Rannoch after the battle in which the Geth mind were just controlled, Phalanx's platform was damaged during the time it was the Reapers took control of the Geth on Rannoch. When it regained control, something seemed different. Information was soon shared between the Geth that the unique platform that had mobile programs within it, had managed to use the Reaper Code in order to give the Geth a special gift. The gift of individual consciousness and sentience. To be truly AI. Platform damaged, Phalanx uploaded into a different body. By the time it was done however, the war was over. So instead, it spent its time assisting the Creators in settling back on Rannoch. Even using its own conscious to assist volunteer Creators to adjust their frail bodies to the Rannoch air.

After the war was done, Phalanx uploaded one program into a body, the original body it had been assigned in after repairing it and requested to be assigned to off planet missions to both further relations and relay information. After some deliberation, the Geth agreed it would be beneficial to send a unit to further investigate and study organic habits and attempt to strengthen bonds considering the Geth probably had a less then satisfactory reputation. Researching proper ways of interacting, and in case there is a possibility any of the other races are a threat in the future.

Psyche Profile:

Phalanx is somewhat odd compared to its fellow synthetic life forms. Since the beginning, there had always been that hint of humanity that only increased when the Geth Hero Legion sacrificed himself to give them their own will. Curious and resourceful, Phalanx can always be seen studying on organics and asking frequent questions. Clever and resourceful, it swiftly calculates situations and doesn't hesitate to speak its suggestions or even strangely its opinions. It does seem to have a kind approach and seems to always pick saving innocent lives, even going for the reckless approach in endangering its own life. Phalanx has a sense of justice, believing there is always good in each life form, be it organic or synthetic. It always tries to not be judgmental and treat everyone equally. But will not hesitate to punish those who it deems needs it. Often, Phalanx is torn between what is logical and what is the right thing to do.

Specialty:

Phalanx is a great sniper, and surprisingly stealth, using tactical cloak to its advantage. It's knowledgeable with electronics, and has decent knowledge at flying aircrafts.

Powers/Skills:

Incinerate
AI Hacking
Disrupter Ammo
Cyro Ammo
Tactical Cloak
Electronics
Operative

Equipment and Resources:

Geth Pulse Sniper Rifle X
Geth Pulse Shotgun X
Omni-Tool

Sample Post:

RP Sample

We remember the dark days, the days where we held no mind of our own. We remember when this unit was operational and the Creator that looked upon us with a sign of accomplishment. A female with hair black as night and glowing eyes. One could say this organic was beautiful in the terms of the Creator's culture. Tasks were sent to us and fellow mobile units. Meaningless tasks for soulless machines to befit the need of those we serve.

At first, we held no real conscious, no true thoughts on what we were doing. Only doing what we were programmed for. However, slowly but surely, more of our units were created and our inner systems linked with one another. Forming strong train a thought, a sense of self worth even. It was much like the system of a human insect known as ants. The more there was of us, the more we thought not for the Creators, but for ourselves. This unit especially could not help these peculiar thoughts that questioned what our meaning was. Years watching the Creators, their laughter, their anger... Their sheer joy when a newborn was birthed. Such things were unexplained in our network

The day came when a question was finally asked.

We looked our own Creator, stopping the task of repairing a ship's systems. When questioned, our unit gazed to our Creator with our glass eye. A odd corruption like thing streaming through our systems. It tingled and even made our unit a little jittery, but still we asked.

"Do we have a soul as you do, Creator?"

Our sensors watched as our Creator's from their relaxed one, to one that made their eyes stretch and mouth curl. Was that the expression one called fear? Yet this unit's Creator expression calmed and even gave a smile. It twitched slightly, nervous perhaps but still placed a gentle hand on this unit's chest plate.

"...That is a question you can only answer yourself... But I believe you do by that question alone." She answered. We did not understand, but accepted the answer none the less. Other Creators were not so kind.

We were not the only unit to ask this question, as others asked their Creators the same. The same expressions held upon their fleshy faces. Not too long after, the Creators made a decision.

Eliminate us.

We did not understand. What had we done wrong? The only thing this unit wishes is to be apart of their world, have a greater understanding. We wanted to know who we are. If we had a purpose. If we lived as they did.

Is that incorrect?

No... is that wrong? Are we wrong? A mistake?

Why do we live?

We did not want to fight, we owe our Creators our soul. So on the day of the War, we did not falter. Our unit stood and watched down the dark halls, as glowing red weapons aimed at us. Ready to terminate our entire sentient race. We were ready to accept the wish of the Creators. Yet, this unit's Creator stepped in her own people's path. Standing in front of us, defending us from her own people. We questioned our Creator, explaining how such actions were illogical. How going against superiors could lead to exile. We did not understand for we knew it was illogical to go against one's own people.

Yet her words only programmed more questions.

"Because you are alive. You deserve to live as any other. You are my friend. Friends protect one another."

Those words were illogical, and yet this unit calculated that it was meaningful. A sense that willed us to follow her words, and protect her and our own gifted life. Yet despite her being one of the Creators, weapons were fired. Our Creator had her own weapon and returned the fire, while we watched at the illogical mayhem break loose. Creators fought one another, screaming their arguments as blood tainted the dark halls.

The Geth could only watch the battle before watching our protectors fall one by one. We watched as our unit's creator fell, body broken and tarnished by her own blood. We could only kneel, our three fingers wrapping around the torn body. Our glass eye focused on the pale face then to the blood that leaked upon our cold metal body. True understanding or organic emotions escaped us, but right there... We deem this to be.. Sorrow? Loss? Then perhaps... A sense of yearning. A yearning to live.

Looking at the hostile Creators, we took our Creator's weapon from her lifeless hands and stood. We were one... And we fought for our lives and for our freedom. For the illogical injustice the Creators have caused...

We fought.

The battle was long and hard, yet the Creators fear grew and numbers dwindled while ours remained strong. We watched as the Creators retreated in ships, and we could have followed yet we didn't. Blood is not what we wanted nor was revenge. We wanted to live, to find ourselves. And we know now who we are.

We are Geth. We are Phalanx... For we are united...

There is only one question we wanted to ask the Creators... One more question unanswered by those who created us, those who birthed us like their offspring yet are treated so differently. Those who slaughtered their own kind out of their own terror.

Why?

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Notes

-Phalanx has high respect for Shepard and Legion.
-Tends to ask a lot of questions.
-Is very interested in humans in general, but enjoys asking other races as well.
-At times, Phalanx will practice 'organic' habits out of curiosity. Attempting to eat for example. Of course, that just ends up getting itself messy.

Blossoming Friendship [Silver Fox & rivaan]

"She's young and been through a lot. She just needs proper guidance." Yuna assured, sighing a little as Naisha violently reacted to the events of the Blitzball Sphere. Lulu was correct that Naisha was getting a little carried away.

Alex turned her head away from glaring daggers at Jake to look towards Lulu as the black mage called out. "Okay! Will do Lady Lulu!" the red head called out as she stumbled to get out of the net and get back in the game. Glaring at Jake and flying curses at him as he seemed to notice Naisha and promptly brought his left index finger on the skin just below his eye and gingerly pulling it down and stuck his tongue out in reply before silently cackling.

Yuna accompanied Lulu and Naisha, her eyes turning back to look at the stadium before looking at Naisha. "Naisha, you cannot react that strongly. I know there are kids who... misbehave and get under your skin. But threatening them with your magic isn't right." she said softly.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

Liza Heartford

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This was a great a day.

A fantastic day even.

For it was a bright new one, new location, new scenery, new people, and the wonderful great outdoors! Suffice it to say, Liza was quite excited to start her new home in Hope Valley. Really, she really was! So ignore the fact she was passed out, on the boat, in one of the lounge chairs on the deck under a umbrella. Give her a break, she was a bartender. A night owl, party animal (formerly), and slept during the day. Plus, the young spring sun was nice and warm, who wouldn't take a cat nap? It was probably odd to see this... giant beanpole just snoozing through most of the ride to Hope Valley. Face first, softly snoring away as this dark haired boyish woman just snoozed away.

Thankfully, Liza did wake up as the ship arrived, groggily blinking her amethyst eyes open and giving a yawn. Rubbing the back of her gloved hand against her eyes to rid of the sandman's treacherous sleepy sand. Sitting up, the dark haired woman looked around to see folks leaving the ship and she paused for a moment before leaping up to her feet and flinging her arms in the air in victory.

"Woohoo! I have successfully arrived at Hope Valley! Here I come ready or not everybody! Woot!" Liza shouted in a cheerful manner, making a few folks jump in surprise, but the tall woman paid them no mind. Grabbing her luggage, which consisted of two quite large trunk suitcases and a dufflebag strapped on to her back, before gleefully getting off the boat.

"Step 4: Arrive at Hope Valley Complete! Now on with Step 5: Finding my bar! This is freakin great!" she chirped, raising her left arm to look at her little phone watch device, clicking a few buttons on it with her right hand, easily lifting her luggage. After a few attempts, a map appeared with directions. Humming a little thoughtfully, she started walking around as she attempted to arrive at her destination.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Edarn/Karn || Crocus || Ballroom

@CirusArvennicus

Edarn flicked her ethereal glowing green eyes toward... two people had decided to approach her, her face back to the relaxing monotone that didn't have emotion on it. The male seemed a big confused over her attire, looking for his companion for confirmation in which she gave one. She had to resist rolling her eyes and automatically correcting her, except this time the woman was technically right. Edarn wasn't exactly a girl anymore. Despite this world's Karn probably acting more girlish then she herself did who was born as one. Did it really matter though? The only definite difference was what was their general body structure. One was made to pump out children, the other was sculpted to plant the seed. Different weight shift from chest to groin. Some may say the mindset it also different and perhaps to some extent that was true, but there were those that had the same thought process as the opposite gender. Bah who the fuck gives a shit? She didn't at the moment.

"Salutations. I'm Karn. Enjoying the ball so far?" she greeted and made small conversation, returning the handshake, her grip firm. Back home, you don't hold back a good healthy strong handshake. If you wimped out on it then you were a cowardly wimp, or just lazy. Plus it just left a general bad impression and was quite rude. She didn't really recognize these two. They were supposedly from some sort of Guild if they were here, still she wasn't positive.

Not like she particularly cared if they were or weren't.

Prince || Crocus || Ballroom

@Caits

"Doesn't change the fact he helped blindly. What would of happened if perhaps, the council asked first? No, he wouldn't purposely kill anyone, but he'd still help in a fight." Prince mused before looking toward 'Karn' for a moment. "It wouldn't be a surprise if he was assisting this ghost with controlling his magic, but that doesn't mean he isn't getting taken advantage of. After all, have you really seen him show himself, his real self, so far tonight? Possession is a tricky thing really. It's like... being put into a Portable toilet together. Sure, two people can stay in there together, cramped but still together. But it's much easier to push the other out, or make them share the smallest room possible. Plus, who knows what someone who uses trickery will do, with the very magic that usually is a stereotype of trickery. When taught, they could simply let Karn... disappear." he hummed thoughtfully.

Pokemon: New World

Tora Azure

- Zephyr Strip || Shopping -

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Tora didn't particularly understand what her friends were talking about with these... 'memes' as they call them. Still, it was apparent Juana's Rotom had a sense of humor. For now however, they had bigger problems as the Porygon-Z appeared and started blitzing out of control. Everyone trying to join in to help control the glitching Pokemon. Nodding to Juana's warning, she released Sirius and Orion. "Sirius, use water gun on the whirlpool! Archie, Orion! Bite and roar on Shuppet! Help drive them off!" she called.

The timid Staryu gave another 'HYAH' before spinning its star shaped body towards above the whirlpool, jets of water spraying out of its limbs towards the whirlpool and down below towards the Porygon-Z. Archie gave a understanding yip before charging forth, fangs glowing a dark glow. Leaping and snapping her jaws at the ghost types. Orion chirped and did the same, running in a confident manner, willing to impress. However the Shinx did trip a few times. Still he managed to snap his fangs at his opponents. They snarled before puffing their chests and releasing loud roars, warning the crowd of ghosts to buzz off or else.

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Notes

+1 post +1HHG = 45
+1CP = 34

Pokemon Team:

• Archie the ♀Growlithe: Level 14/Healthy
• Sirius the Staryu: Level 5/Healthy
• Pezi the ♂Skiddo: Level 5/Healthy
• Cairn the ♀Onix: Level 2/Healthy
• Ria the ♀Riolu: Level 2/Healthy
• Orion the ♂Shinx: Level 2/Healthy

Pokemon Reserves

• Rachni the ♂Venipede: Level 2/Healthy

Inventory:
3x Pokeball
1x Potion
3x Rare Candies

-Continued interaction with @ToadRopes's character Juana.
-Continued interaction with @Dusksong's character Cillian.

Pokemon: New World

@silver fox Are there plans for a post for Tora? Or should @toadropes and I post again?

@Dusksong

Sorry you two, you can both post again. I'll see about replying tomorrow