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Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Kiran Agnarsson

The journey aboard the skyship was an exciting one, in more than one way. First was the novelty of travelling itself – and by air! The vistas whenever they descended to or ascended from a port were exhilarating, and so was the view from up above the clouds. Then, there was the ship itself, which exhibited all the splendor technology could produce. Admittedly, it was unnecessarily extravagant, obviously built to show off. But since he got to sample all the fruits of labour put into it, Kiran couldn’t truly complain.

The fact that he was able to examine its construction thoroughly had him giddy, and he shared this excitement with some similarly minded youths. Truly, it was the people who most fascinated him. Such a variety of cultures, behaviours, ideas, and inclinations…an expanse of minds on offer to quench his curiosity! Well, there were plenty of those who stuck to themselves, of course, but that was beside the point. Kiran had played sports with some, read in silence with others, dined with those who appreciated company for a meal, and engaged in refreshing (sometimes heated) intellectual discussions. The times he spent alone were usually sequestered in his study compiling notes and ideas, exploring the ship, or relaxing upon the observation decks.

It was marvelous, all of it, but nothing quite so much as setting eyes upon Bermuda.

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There was plenty available in the city, all built purely for the sake of their convenience and comfort. It was mind-boggling; both wonderful, and perplexing. Did they truly need so many entertainment venues? And how expensive would these services be, anyways? He had some finances available, of course, but Kiran would honestly appreciate some opportunity to work for some extra cash, yet he’d not seen any such obvious opportunity yet…He’d have to ask around at a later point.

The point about the curfew visibly disgruntled many of the students, himself included. Are they being so vague because they want us to break it? Whether it was a challenge or a secret, Kiran was determined he’d investigate, though not without proper preparation – and, given the students’ reaction, perhaps he could find would-be partners-in-crime? Not that they’d be breaking a law, per se, merely a suggestion.

They were shown the dormitories, where their luggage had been sent to – the luggage they’d relinquished, that was. Kiran had kept his MU in suitcase form, carrying it by hand. He was not the only one to do so, though there were a rare few who obviously elected to keep any such personal effects with them. He suspected they’d done it for the same reason as him; he didn’t want to leave even the slightest chance for someone to mess with his project.

Besides the curfew, he found it odd that there was a specific section for the adults to reside in, separated from the rest of the island. Are we not allowed to visit, should we want to? Or are they not to disturb us needlessly? It was curious that they seemed to be discouraged from mingling with adults. It was possible those in charge believed they would have nothing of use or interest to offer each other, but Kiran wasn’t convinced. Subjects which did not pertain to Formulization were best addressed to those who did not study it, after all.

Finally, they were led to the Hall of Greats. Similarly, to the ship, it was over the top. Again, since it served its function and fulfilled the intention of wowing the students, it could be forgiven for its stench of filthy investors’ money. If only such a thing could truly engender peace…

Distracted from his mildly somber thought by the scent of food, Kiran meandered his way towards the richly laden tables. He hooked his metal suitcase round the elbow of his left, which freed both his hands, though necessitated a mildly awkward position of his arm. As long as he could freely eat, he frankly didn’t care. Kiran went straight to the roast, asking politely for a few juicy cuts.

Plate in hand, he wandered around the tables carefully, seeking a free seat with a good view, or perhaps next to someone he was acquainted with. He just so happened to pass a Russian bemoaning the alcohol selection in Chinese to someone from the Orient. Finding himself amused, and in agreement with the girl, he stopped by.

“Sorry to intrude, but I couldn’t pass up a conversation so close to my heart,” he answered. Among the foreign languages he spoke, Kiran’s Chinese was least practiced, and it showed. “When I heard you mention the poor selection,” he nodded at Valeriya, “I thought…What if we brewed our own?” he suggested, sly smile upon his lips, and a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

“Oh, and the name’s Kiran Agnarsson, from Iceland,” he introduced himself breezily, following Valeriya’s cue, though perhaps with more eagerness than grace compared to her.

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Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Caelum Harrington

When Nick suggested he watch for enemies, Caelum nodded. For one, he wasn’t keen about moving around trash. Sure, he was filthy if he thought about it – which he mostly refrained from, given the honest-to-god lethal shitshow took precedence – but still. No need to overextend.

Besides, he could use the rest. The harpy-user hadn’t deemed it necessary to heal him, after all, and bestowed that blessing of his only upon Nick and Vincent. He did wonder if Nick had him stand around watching because he realized that. No, isn’t it because he’s mistaken me for a useless weakling? Regardless of the reason, Caelum shrugged it off, and took the opportunity to rest.

Doing so proved to have been a good idea. Escaping up the dumpsters also required going through the court, where prisoners played basketball as if in a maddened frenzy, paying no mind to anyone. Caelum had nearly been tackled by one of them, but evaded at the last moment. He grimaced at the sight and smell of the trash container, but grit his teeth, and clambered onto it, cursing softly under his breath as he did so. Afterwards, he carefully got on top and over the fence as well. After all of that, however, the path forwards was finally somewhat easier. No groups of guards, no creepy prisoners, just piles of objects and houses to hide behind as needed.

He saw no reason to run, so kept a fast-walking pace, except whenever he had to dash behind something to evade notice by those keeping watch from the jailhouse windows above. As they meandered onwards, Caelum noticed that their path deviated from the exit. “I believe we have strayed from where we should be going,” he commented quietly, looking around apprehensively. There was something off about this place.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Kiran

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KIRAN AGNARSSON
16 | Male | 173 cm (5'8) | 61 kg (134 pounds)
Iceland | Technologism | Mobile Units (MU) Engineer

Their Story
Kiran was born into a mere family of fishers and farmers. However, he showed an inquisitive nature from a young age, eager to learn about the world. He often bothered his parents, neighbors, and various other adults with questions. Some were willing to indulge him, others not so much. Libraries were his haven, which didn’t change upon being enrolled in public education. The lectures were often boring, and the teachers rarely prepared to offer him the attention he required, so he mostly did his own thing. Though he was not engaged, and often forwent preparing himself for tests – a hassle, if you asked him, really – he excelled, and was moved up a few classes. His success got him noticed by the Society for Advancement, who offered to finance special lessons in exchange for his future employment. That was the beginning of Kiran’s journey as a polymath. Through the years, he helped with the development, building, and refining of many an invention. He was also gradually inducted into the spying business, mostly because being on the frontlines of unearthing secrets was an appealing idea. The promise of travelling abroad and possible access to knowledge of other nations cemented to deal. Now, the time has finally come for Kiran to expand his horizons even further.

Specialization details
Kiran has developed several improvements on powered suits and created entirely new models of mobile units. He is bringing one of the latter with him to the academy. His MU has a hybrid energy source, and can function both by relying on the electrical network or through its inbuilt Steam Core. Its size is approximately twice that of a human's. It includes the following capabilities:

Strength & Durability. Far surpassing the toughness and raw power of exosuits, a MU comes with the disadvantage of being heavier, slower, and having to be piloted rather than worn. In exchange, the person inside is even less likely to get hurt by anything.

Terrain traversal. Despite its size, this machine isn’t as heavy as it should be. As such, it is a decent (though not optimal) option for transportation. While not speedy, it can make its way across mud, deserts, mountains, or even the ice sheet. However, it is a hazard to any vegetation in its way.

Temperature regulation. This MU is capable of withstanding extreme temperatures while protecting the user from overheating or freezing. Of course, anything enough to damage the construction would also harm the person inside.

Shock dampeners. Resistant to impact, whether it’s falling from great heights or getting rammed by something.

Jets. Can gather, filter and expel air. This assists in making jumps or hovering for a short while, and does not allow for true flight.

Navigation system. Instead of a window, the pilot inside must rely on the machine’s sensors.

Mech image reference

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Organization: Society for Advancement

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

@SilverPaw The limits of electricity is basically vaguely being within civilization. You’ll want the Steam Core if you plan on adventuring into the deep sea, but if you’re just swimming in a touristy beach, you’ll have electricity there.

@ERode

Hm, then I'll have it as a hybrid model, since if I get the occasion, I would go for the deep sea option.

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

Hybrid fueling is fine. Steam gives generally lower output than electricity, but due to the Steam Core Formulization, is basically infinite power.

@ERode

Hm, hm. Does the electricity system have limits in reach? Cause I did consider getting the machine either underwater or actually flying eventually (depending on what we'll get to do in the rp, ofc).

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

So how big is one of these bad bois? And what's its power source? History itself is inoffensive enough that I've no problems with it though.

@ERode

Hm, about twice a human's size or so. The power source is most likely electricity, unless it's possible (and would make sense) for it to be hybrid.

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

Hope this is fine.

Kiran

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KIRAN AGNARSSON
16 | Male | 173 cm (5'8) | 61 kg (134 pounds)
Iceland | Technologism | Mobile Units (MU) Engineer

Their Story
Kiran was born into a mere family of fishers and farmers. However, he showed an inquisitive nature from a young age, eager to learn about the world. He often bothered his parents, neighbors, and various other adults with questions. Some were willing to indulge him, others not so much. Libraries were his haven, which didn’t change upon being enrolled in public education. The lectures were often boring, and the teachers rarely prepared to offer him the attention he required, so he mostly did his own thing. Though he was not engaged, and often forwent preparing himself for tests – a hassle, if you asked him, really – he excelled, and was moved up a few classes. His success got him noticed by the Society for Advancement, who offered to finance special lessons in exchange for his future employment. That was the beginning of Kiran’s journey as a polymath. Through the years, he helped with the development, building, and refining of many an invention. He was also gradually inducted into the spying business, mostly because being on the frontlines of unearthing secrets was an appealing idea. The promise of travelling abroad and possible access to knowledge of other nations cemented to deal. Now, the time has finally come for Kiran to expand his horizons even further.

Specialization details
Kiran has developed several improvements on powered suits and created entirely new models of mobile units. He is bringing one of the latter with him to the academy. His MU has a hybrid energy source, and can function both by relying on the electrical network or through its inbuilt Steam Core. Its size is approximately twice that of a human's. It includes the following capabilities:

Strength & Durability. Far surpassing the toughness and raw power of exosuits, a MU comes with the disadvantage of being heavier, slower, and having to be piloted rather than worn. In exchange, the person inside is even less likely to get hurt by anything.

Terrain traversal. Despite its size, this machine isn’t as heavy as it should be. As such, it is a decent (though not optimal) option for transportation. While not speedy, it can make its way across mud, deserts, mountains, or even the ice sheet. However, it is a hazard to any vegetation in its way.

Temperature regulation. This MU is capable of withstanding extreme temperatures while protecting the user from overheating or freezing. Of course, anything enough to damage the construction would also harm the person inside.

Shock dampeners. Resistant to impact, whether it’s falling from great heights or getting rammed by something.

Jets. Can gather, filter and expel air. This assists in making jumps or hovering for a short while, and does not allow for true flight.

Navigation system. Instead of a window, the pilot inside must rely on the machine’s sensors.

Mech image reference

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Organization: Society for Advancement

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

Yeah, will get the sheet up today, I think.

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

Would things like mechas, exosuits, and advanced prostheses be available/viable with the current technology?

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

Jinaath

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Shrewd︱Cautious︱Bitter︱Lost︱Temperamental︱Controlling︱Hardened Jinaath has recently lost the last of his close connections, and is now left as a lone wanderer. He has enacted the vengeance he saw fit, and though it satisfied him, it also lost him his allies – criminal scum though they were. He has learned that it is possible to be betrayed even when you don’t personally trust someone, and that no matter how powerful, if the odds are too heavily against you, only loss awaits you. Though he has learned the limits of his current capabilities, Jin also became aware of the yet untapped potential he has. Now, he seeks both power and order, though he has no source but himself for the former nor a clear plan on how to obtain the latter. He has the vague idea that chaos could be quelled either by superior force or the finesse of manipulation, but doesn’t believe to possess either himself. As he has heard that both the Hutts and the Warlords in the north have managed it, he seeks to travel there, and learn how he – and any allies he manages to find – could do the same in the south. He's quite a troubled, mistrustful individual. Jin is closed off, and isn’t sure he could form any genuine connections as he’s still reeling from his loss. He doesn’t see himself ever being able to feel or express that same warmth that family and friends brought him, and at the moment doesn’t want to do so in any case. However, he is aware he needs allies, and to forge his abilities so they will match his resolve. To do so, there is little he isn’t willing to do. He believes he’s been a victim of circumstances for too long, and partially due to his own inaction. Jinaath is now determined to be more proactive. At the same time, he is cautious as thoughtlessness on his part has led to disastrous consequences before. Notable Skills ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Force User. The most developed of Jin’s ability is of course his force sight. His reflexes, and maneuverability are also significantly and instinctively increased. He can heighten any of his other senses when necessary, and precognition enables him to function well in combat even though his skills there are still lacking in many areas. He has limited use of farsight. Jinaath has learned to parse basic emotions of others and can briefly persuade them to a course of action. Of the more active abilities, he is practiced in telekinesis and not much else. He has so far once activated force rage when his emotions overwhelmed him, but he’s not yet been able to replicate this despite attempting to. Slicer. From bypassing locked doors, extracting and decoding protected information, to implanting viruses to destroy virtual defenses, Jin has become a deft hand at exploiting computer systems. Saboteur. Throughout his criminal career, Jin has had to disable or destroy droids, power grids, vehicles, security systems, and even buildings. He has elementary skill with stealth, infiltration, explosives, and a rough but functional knowledge of technology. Combatant. He’s proficient with a blaster and knows some basics of CQC, but he mostly relies on hit and run, distraction, evasion, and the force. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	Link to the Artist _______________________________________________ Jinaath Margri 20 Miraluka Force sensitive - Trained by a mentor and self-practiced.	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ While born on Alpheridies, Jinaath has no memories of the Miraluka’s former home planet. But for him, home was Eriadu. Those first few years of his life, Jinaath spent among a small community of Miraluka refugees. As were all the children in their group, Jin was kept at home, collectively cared and taught by the adults. Though they’d brought their savings, and sold all they could, they lived fairly poorly in what were essentially the slums. While Jinaath had a difficult childhood, it was not so much due to the Miraluka’s poverty or their isolation, but rather due to the Cacophony. He was a colicky infant, and a wailing child who was difficult to console. Though an elder Miraluka, Iolac, who’d been a member of the Luka Sene, detected the cause as Jin’s exceptional force sensitivity, it took several years of her guidance for Jinaath to become able to shut out the noise of the dying. Still, Jinaath did make fond memories of his home as well. He befriended a few Miraluka children, and got to know some refugees and locals. He enjoyed learning new things and exploring outside the limits of his community. However, as conflict spread into the Mid and Outer Rims, their semi-peaceful life was disrupted. Their planet did not suffer the fate of outright destruction, but it was invaded, and the former fragile stability shattered readily. Whether native, refugee, or invader, the people’s loyalties splintered amongst several groups. Even their tight-knit Miraluka community lost its unity; some rushed to hire ships off the planet, others were killed for resisting those part of the attacking force, some were killed out of mere suspicion, and the remaining few submitted to whomever promised them safety in exchange for their loyalty. Jin’s mentor and father were one of those killed, while his mother fell into the latter category. For the safety of her son, she bargained their lives to a local criminal organization, Houzran. A handful other Miraluka joined Houzran, but as they were relocated to the gang’s HQ, Jinaath didn’t see them as often as he used to. From then on, Jin did whatever the Houzran required – all for the sake of survival. However, the Houzran eventually discovered Jinaath was a force sensitive. As he’d feared would happen, they began taking advantage of Jin, sending him on more dangerous missions, trying to use him as a super soldier against their enemies. Trouble was, that though trained, Jinaath wasn’t as all powerful as they imagined. That was how he got the scar across his face, in fact. The upper echelon gang members weren’t so much disappointed with his performance as they were greedy for more, and did all they could to incite him to be better. That is why they exploited his one treasure; his relationship with the Miraluka within Houzran. Threatening his mother, friends, and only true allies did work, though not necessarily in the way the gangers imagined. Jinaath began sabotaging the Houzran when he could, and even killed a few gangers when he thought he could. Eventually, however, his recklessness got him caught. He was to be executed for his treason, though before they did so, his mother was brought there, and was killed before his eyes. And the bastards laughed as they did it. Laughed. They’d committed such atrocity, and it was not even out of anger, but as some sort of sick joke. Never before had Jinaath experienced such wrath, such grief. His turmoil led him to draw upon the dark side of the force for the first time, and he felt so strongly that he entered a force rage. Jin freed himself, slayed every criminal in his way, and escaped. He operated solo for a short while, but with a bounty on his head, attempted to seek new allies. However, word had spread that he had gone mad, killed his mother and slayed countless ‘innocents’. No one wished to deal with such a maverick. Thus, Jin had no choice but to leave the planet, and become a refugee. Notable Possessions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Blaster pistol. A lightweight hand gun that has both a lethal and stun setting. Vibroknife. A small, hidden vibro blade.

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Houzran. A criminal organization on Eriadu Jin used to belong to. Now, they share a mutual enmity.</sub>