Smike

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

In either case, I apologize for the delay on my post. Took a while to find a picture I liked. Will be finishing tomorrow.

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

Wow yeah I’m looking at the three and there’s def some similarities. If people prefer I can scratch my demolitions idea, come up with something else? I’d prefer not to but I also don’t want to mess anything up

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

I realize this puts us up to three ex-military guys, but it was honestly the easiest way I figured someone could be up to par to do Payday heists/shadowruns.

Slippy

Name:
Mason McKenzie

Nickname:
Slippy

Age:
34

Nationality:
Australian

Appearance:
Stands at 6' exactly. Musculature is relatively lean, but toned. Has a preference for two-piece suits and business casual wear.

Personality:
Focused and determined, Mason has a driven personality and seeks to perform the best he can in any role he has to perform. He demands excellence from himself and is constantly seeking to improve. Despite this, however, the man is still enough of a team player to lessen his demands on his teammates, so long as he knows what to expect from them. A two-bit gangbanger picked up off the streets will have less expectations from Mason than a fellow ex-military soldier.

For him, heisting is about the chance to continue using the skillset he was trained for. While the monetary perks are nice, they're little more than a side benefit to Mason. What really matters is the challenge and the satisfaction from successfully executing a well-thought out plan.

Bio:
Once upon a time, there was a young lad growing up in a shithole town in the middle of nowhere of the Australian countryside. His family was poor, the town was dying, and he wanted out. The thing was, he wasn't exactly academically gifted enough for a decent college, and he knew it. No education, no prospects, no future. So a young Mason McKenzie took the only possible lifeline he saw and enlisted in the military the moment he graduated high school.

In the Australian Army, Mason found that the physical work soldiering entailed fit him more than anything he'd ever done before. Sports weren't enough of a thrill and didn't pose enough of a real risk in comparison, to say nothing of book learning. So he put his all into becoming a better soldier. Hell, he'd gone further than he'd ever thought, and applied for selection for the Special Air Service Regiment. Selection was undoubtedly the most grueling experience of his life up to that point, but Mason did manage to scrape through it, ending up an elite special forces operator.

The next few years were spent conducting operationss in warzones across the globe, as well as a number of hushed-up urban counter-terrorist missions domestically as well. However, Mason's career was cut short when a string of war crimes scandals rocked the regiment, ending with his entire squadron being disbanded even without most of the unit having taken part in the charges. Frustrated, bitter, and unwilling to return to the regular ranks, Mason left the military in protest.

He was back to square one. Now that Mason had served in the military for a decade, civilian life just felt boring in comparison. That, and he still didn't have many job prospects anyways. So he went back to what he knew. Mason had been on the verge of accepting a contract with a private military company when he'd recieved another, more lucrative offer instead. One of the other guys from his old unit had somehow gotten himself involved with a heist scheme, and the team needed more people. The target was an armored car carrying bank cash, and the job went off without a hitch. Still, the gang knew they couldn't stay in the country for long. So they moved operations to Europe.

Over the next half decade, Mason found himself in his element as he put his skills to use again, planning and conducting armed heists against a variety of targets. Still, he found himself frustrated with the quality of career criminal he was working with. Outside of his partner that had gotten him into the group in the first place, most of the others weren't up to Mason's standard, and it showed as the gang slowly started to dwindle, whether through being caught by law enforcement or getting wasted in shootouts with either cops or other criminals. And then his old friend got himself pinched. That was the last straw. The gang wasn't sustainable anymore, and Mason got the hell out of dodge. With Europe too risky to settle down in, and unwilling to return to Australia, Mason fled to America and settled down as best he could, buying land out in the boonies from a seller entirely willing to take cash.

And for the last year, Mason found himself bored out of his mind. Sure, buying and maintaining a veritable armory of assault weapons was satisfying enough, but he still found himself restless from lack of action. Still, he was in a foreign country yet again with no in to the regional crime network, which meant he had no way to launder any of his money or find a new crew. That was, until someone found him...

Skillset:
-Special forces training: At home in either a gunfight or a stealth run
-Heavy physical conditioning: In very good shape
-Heist experience: Is familiar enough with most sorts of heist work and security setups at this point to be able to contribute towards both the planning and execution of heists
-CQC specialist: At his best in close quarters, whether it be with firearms, melee weapons, or unarmed combat

Phenomena:
N/A

Personal Equipment:
-Firearm loadout: Has a decent-sized collection of guns to choose from, typically carries either a carbine or a SMG along with a pistol
-Night vision goggles
-Grenades: Frag, flash, smoke
-Body armor: Plate carrier with ceramic SAPI plate inserts

@Psyker Landshark

Hilariously, that was going to be the image I used if I made a guy

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

Not at all finished, just here so its saved

My Hider

Johnny
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Name:
Grace MacDonald

Nickname:
Johnny-on-the-Spot, The Right On Time Bandit

Age:
36

Nationality:
Canadian

Appearance:
Standing just above average height at 5'9"
Personality:
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Bio:
Grace was always lucky growing up. It was never anything life-changing, no bundles of money falling into her lap nor any reveals that she was actually descended from royalty, but enough that it was unmistakable. She never scored below a B on any multiple choice test scored worse than a B despite her aversion to studying and filled her closet with prizes from raffles. More seriously, incidents involving homemade cricket bombs, small fires and an encounter with a rabid dog that could have very easily been deadly left her with only relatively minor wounds.

This good fortune was a double-edged sword, protecting Grace from dangers that she caused herself. Her childish belief that she was invincible pushed her into a life of thrill-seeking. This culminated in her making the impulsive decision to skip college to join the Canadian Army to the chagrin of her upper middle class parents with their hopes for a doctor-daughter. Military life took some getting used to but she managed to get herself in order and avoided any punishment more severe than a reprimand. Once she got settled into a regimented lifestyle she took very well to basic training, the fact that she was getting played to play with guns a major boost to her mood.

After passing basic training Grace joined the Combat Engineer program, learning how to build field defenses and rig explosive charges before getting sent overseas as part of Canada's commitment to the war in Afghanistan. Grace loved the work, getting to blast down the walls of suspected terrorist compounds and getting in gunfights with distant enemies that were resolved by the summoning of artillery support. It was all very exciting for someone like her, even the work out of the line of fire. Grace's work involved the installation of infrastructure for local populations as well as the disarming of IEDs, the sort of undeniably good work that would make a person hold their head a little higher.

The military was clearly the right choice for Grace. She stuck around for six years before applying to the elite Joint Task Force 2. Once accepted she planned on not leaving until forced out by either retirement age or hostile fire. Grace managed to take part in a number of actions before she had to change her plans.

While she had been aware of her father's gambling problem she hadn't realized the extent of it. The elder MacDonald could never end a night on a winning streak, choosing instead to throw money down the drain. Once the family bank account ran dry he turned to the kind of shady figures with plenty of money to loan out and no interest in questioning what it would be used for. Dealing with loan sharks connected to the Bernunzo crime family got him out of a hole but promptly shoved him down a much deeper one, the debts owed much too large to be paid off legitimately.

Grace was disgusted by her father's inability to control himself but felt obligated to do something if only for her mother's sake. So she gave up her career and headed back home to put her military training to use as an armed robber. She worked with the same mob associates who she was collecting the money for, the sharks happy to make use of a gunman with high level military training. Under their guidance Grace hit cash trucks, banks, jewelry stores, collecting enough to cover her father's debts for the month and little else. Her precision is what earned her the moniker of Johnny-on-the-spot or simply Johnny.

After two years of this her mother died of a stress-induced heart attack, making all of Emily's efforts for naught. With the one remaining tie severed she abandoned her father to his fate and left home again. With her military career disrupted and her outlook forever soured she kept robbing, traveling across Canada and down into the United States. She made a name for herself in the underworld, taking up residence in Los Angeles where she continued to live up to her nickname. The FBI dubbed her the Right On Time Bandit as it was obvious that she went into each job with a plan in mind and paid close attention to her timings.

By the age of 36 Grace was sitting on millions of dollars in cash, enough that she could retire quite comfortably save for one thing: she had no way to launder it. Without any business capable of washing her dirty money Grace paid cash for a cheap apartment in Venice Beach and holed up, spending her time wandering the boardwalk and discretely leaving stacks of her ill-gotten gains for others to find. After more than decade of action she was stuck wasting away in silent boredom.

Until the Senior did what law enforcement could not and found her, bringing a job offer with him.

Skillset:
-Tier One: JTF2 is a truly elite unit which means that Grace is a truly elite operative. Trained in reconnaissance, intelligence gathering, how to rappel down buildings and fast-rope from helicopters Johnny is also extremely handy in a fight whether in close-quarters or at long range. The time she spent storming urban hideouts and dealing with hostage situations has given her a good idea of how the enemy thinks now that she's on the other side of the line.
-Demolitions: Her specialty during her time in the army. Grace possesses the technical know-how required to safely operate and disarm explosives of all times, making her very useful when extra oomph is needed on a job.
-Strong Back: Built up from a lifetime of hauling around guns, gear and good old-fashioned greenbacks. If something needs to be moved, be it a safe or a struggling hostage, she can probably move it.
-Languages: Knows a few of them. English and French from growing up in Montreal, Dari and enough Pashto to get by thanks to her service in Afghanistan and a competent if stilted grasp of Spanish from living in Los Angeles.
-The Thinker: What got Johnny her nickname. When planning a job she takes in every detail and scrap of intel she can before piecing together a cohesive battleplan with a number of fallbacks.

Phenomena:
When skill and practice aren't quite enough for Johnny to push through opposition luck comes into play. Fortune tends to smile on her, sprinkling advantages here and there. Sometimes it's as simple as finding a few coins in the car console to pay off an unexpected parking fee, others might see an enemy with a clear line at her back inexplicably missing.

Personal Equipment:
-Guns: Johnny's picked up a number of them during her criminal career but usually sticks with the C8 carbine and Browning Hi Power. In cases where more is needed she can pull out the Ultimax 100 from storage.
-Armor: Plate carrier with level IV plates loaded. In cases where she really expects things to go wrong Grace can wear a combat helmet which has the added benefit of mounting night vision gear.
-Explosives: All sorts of demolitions equipment sourced from the black market. Blasting caps, plastic explosives, detcord, and thermite galore.
-Miscellaneous Gear: Gerber Mark II fighting knife, Breitling Chronospace watch

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

Torn between making a driver or a standard gunman, hoping to have at least a wip up tomorrow morning

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

Hey @Bartimaeus can we get the code for the app

Extracriminal: ..something something.. [NOT Searching]

Depending on how shit goes I’ll be starting my app tonight.

Smike's Sheets

My Hider

Name: Ki'Tlex, Queen Anne's Revenge and Kottle.

Age: Ki'Tlex is 4,647 years old going by the standard calendar, Queen Anne is a comparatively juvenile 16 while Kottle is an infant at 14.

Physical Description:
Ki'Tlex and Kottle are fairly standard examples of their species. Ki stands at seven feet and six inches and has the lean, muscular build common to their kind. They have a total of six limbs although their second pair of arms tends to remain folded behind their back and thus hard to notice under loose robes they wear. While Ki's skin is naturally a pale red they decorate their face with triangles of yellow powder.

Kottle's skin is a dusty gray in tone, the dull color accented by the same yellow triangles their adoptive guardian wears. As opposed to the light desert clothing Ki wears Kottle is usually swaddled tightly in fabric and carried in a basket on their guardian's back.

Queen Anne's Revenge is the odd one out in their 'family'. Her chassis resembles a massive human warrior in armor, coming in at exactly twelve feet tall with optical sensors designed to glow red for intimidation purposes. Parts of her body have been constructed of perfect electrum to allow for spell casting but most of her is simply hardened alloys designed to withstands extreme temperatures, the void of space and of course extended combat.

Much of her torso is hollow so that Ki and even Kottle if necessary can sit inside, protecting them from harm or allowing the whole group to spend time outside the safety of a ship provided there is an oxygen supply handy.
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Important items:

My Hider

Binoculars: Up to x75 zoom and the ability to switch between standard, night and thermal vision. Ki'Tlex uses them to scout locations and mark targets for Queen Anne to take out with a shotgun blast.
Cutter: A plasma cutter for slicing into ships, cells, vaults and anywhere else that holds valuables. Small enough for Ki to manage it on her own while Queen Anne can operate it with a single hand.
Void Suit: Allows Ki'Tlex to be outside the ship without having to hunker down inside Queen Anne. Usually used for making repairs.
Custom Omni-Tool: Lots of parts stripped from stolen decks and formed into a compact but powerful device. Used for reprogramming systems as well as mundane communication and surfing.
Tools: Everything one could need for getting pieces of tech to work. From wrenches to wire strippers to power regulators, all store neatly in a big metal box.

Weapons:

Ki'Tlex

Avalon C9 Plasma Pistols: Four of them, one for each hand. Fires agitated energy blasts that clock in at temperatures higher than most stars.
"Longwalk": A coilgun that Ki pulled out of Kel sands and fixed up. Capable of killing from a mile out when the conditions are right.
Kel'ta Axes: The monomolecular edged hand ax plays an important role in the Kel'ta culture. Used for chopping firewood, preparing game, finding purchase while climbing and of course self-defense.

Queen Anne

S12 "Super" Shotgun: The standard S11 shotgun upscaled from twelve gauge to two, constructed from spaceship grade materials and oversized to be wielded by a twelve foot tall mech. While perfectly capable of firing "standard" half-pound shells of slug or buckshot it was designed with specialty ammunition in mind. Incendiary and plasma shells can clear hallways with ease while explosive rounds turn the S12 into an effective mortar.

"Legbiter" pattern Bayonet: A three foot vibrosword strapped to the end of a giant shotgun.

Kottle

Being Adorable: It's a baby.

Spell List:

Spells

-Close Circuit (Mind Magic): Queen Anne locks down her and Ki'Tlex's minds so that they form a perfect mental loop. The strengthened bond then boosts her reflexes to an even higher point. The downsides of this spell are that it can only be cast when the pair is in close proximity to one another and that Ki's body becomes entirely unresponsive as her brain is dedicated to serving as additional processing power for Queen Anne. This spell has a disorientating effect on the organic component and extended periods of use can cause intense dizziness and nausea upon waking up

-Error Code (Mind Magic): Queen Anne focuses on a target and blasts their mental defenses with a stream of information. Hitting the victims brain with condensed junk data can cause them to suffer vertigo, burst blood vessels or even suffer a stroke if they are particularly susceptible.

-Firewall (Mind Magic): A two-stage spell that lays dormant. Upon an attempted intrusion through Mind Magic or mundane hacking Queen Anne automatically locks all information behind advanced infohazards. Attempting to push through these locks the intruder into a sustained version of the Error Code spell. The second stage simply identifies the source of the intrusion so that it can be dealt with. Due to the nature of their mental link this spell activated when Ki'Tlex is targeted as well.

-Hover (World Magic): Grants the robot the ability to move in three dimensions irrespective of its weight. Extremely useful when operating in the void.

-Magnetize (World Magic): Not technically an accurate name. Queen Anne simply forms an adhesive contact between a portion of her body (usually her boots) and a surface that can hold her weight (such as a space vessel). This allows her to focus on a task without having to watch her footing.

Ward (High Magic): Queen Anne wards herself from danger, forming a shield that deflects spells and attacks. This is a limited use ability in that using it takes a toll on her. The more damage the shield soaks up the more energy is drained from her system. Overuse can see Anne automatically shut down until some time is given for her to recharge.

Character Traits:

Ki'Tlex

-Longview: Ki has lived longer than the vast majority of people can imagine. They look at things through a much wider lens than shorter lives races can and so often see "long-term" issues as being minor bumps in the road at most.
-Raider: Sure they have a rifle but Ki is a equipped with claws that were designed to dig into stone, natural speed and endurance for running down prey and four limbs that can bend metal bars. Close-quarters combat is her forte, mixing natural abilities with millennia of experience with her axes, pistols and bare hands.
-Mechanically Minded: If it was working once they can probably make it work again. Ki is a talented mechanic and programmer, repairing and refitting equipment ranging from coffee makers to battle-ready mechs and starships.
-Scavenger: There is nothing wrong with eating the dead of other intelligent species in their eyes. Ki is carnivorous and meat can be hard to come by in space.
Linked: Shared with Queen Anne. The synchronization of their minds allows Ki'Tlex and Queen Anne to see and hear from each other's perspectives and communicate with each other telepathically. This also means that they share bodies. If both parties consent they can trade off who controls the machine and who pilots the living organism.

Queen Anne's Revenge

-Childlike Wonder: A side effect of the modifications to her AI after being stolen by the crew of the Razor's Edge. Queen Anne just wants to explore the universe around her and ask the many different squishy fleshlings all sorts of questions! Sometimes she has to shoot, smash or stab them instead but that's just life.
-Devoted: The bond she has with Ki makes Queen Anne a dedicated protector. She loves her pilot even if they're a little taciturn and does what they tell her without fail.
-Advanced Intelligence: Capable of processing information in an instant and reacting to situations faster than humans can.
Linked: Shared with Ki'Tlex. The synchronization of their minds allows Ki'Tlex and Queen Anne to see and hear from each other's perspectives and communicate with each other telepathically. This also means that they share bodies. If both parties consent they can trade off who controls the machine and who pilots the living organism.

Kottle

-Helpless: Kottle is totally dependent on their guardian for everything. Washing up, keeping warm and moving from one place to another with any semblance of speed is all facilitated by Ki. Even the food Kottle eats is regurgitated from Ki's stomach.
-Screamer: Hungry? Scream. Tired? Scream. Just want to let people know that you're still alive? Scream. Kel'ta infants communicate in only one way and it can become very annoying very quickly.

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Short Bio: Ki'Tlex does not speak about their previous lives. They happened, there had great triumphs and devastating losses, but they are no longer relevant in any way. Their current existence began roughly two hundred years ago, before the Galactic Bazaar was even finished. A livelihood based on scavenging from the ruins of the Forebears and making what they found functional again. Vehicles, weapons, mechanical curiosities and medical equipment, anything that could be traded for luxuries or access to one of the all important oases, all of it passed through their hands at one point or another.

One of the minority of Kel'ta who lived alone Ki was always at risk. Plenty of predators lived in the dunes or high up on the crags from the standard bandit to the ferocious Sand Stalker. Any wasteland wanderer had to become adept at avoiding threats but eventually the inevitable happened. Ki was ambushed in her camp by raiders who made use of their namesake. The defenses they had set up were enough to drive them off but by the end of the engagement Ki'Tlex had been badly injured. Far from any of the clans and without adequate medicine Ki'Tlex accepted the fact that they would be permanently dead in a few days time and resolved to pass on peacefully.

But it was not to be. On the third day delirium had begun to set in, the betrayal by their senses causing Ki to believe that the craft they saw landing in the distance to be merely a hallucination. Instead it was a damaged pirate vessel called the Razor's Edge whose crew needed a place to rest and repair. A Kel'ta couple was among the outlaws and had suggested their planet of origin as a safe place to recuperate. It was they who rescued Ki and pressed them into service.

Their mechanical skill was put to work immediately, the damaged engines hammered back into functionality. Having proved useful they were simply made part of the crew. When not struggling to keep the miserable rust bucket flying they took part in raids, their natural speed a valuable assets in boarding actions. For a while they simply dashed in while laying down fire with whatever weapons her four hands could hold.

The years passed and the crew took on new members to replace those that died or retired. The couple was friendly enough that Ki spent much of her free time with them, enjoying the chance to communicate in their native. All the while the Razor made a mess in the void of space, attacking anyone that had anything of value. Pirates came and went, a child was born which brought the number of Kel'ta up to four and the crew kept on the move.

It was during a raid on an Ascendancy armory ship that Ki met Queen Anne. Instead of a few rifles to sell on the black market the Razor's Edge pulled out Unit C-104, a prototype mech designed for operations in extreme environments or the void of space. Ki'Tlex took an interest in the bot and worked on making it more suited to piracy before daring to turn it on. This took quite a while. The highly aggressive personality matrix had to be reversed so that it would be friendly upon waking up and imprint to whoever synced with it not to mention the killcodes and contingencies that had to be carefully subverted or simply deleted.

The gamble paid off. Named "Queen Anne's Revenge" by a human crewmate she ended up syncing with the one responsible for waking her up. Adjusting to the body sharing took time but was manageable, Ki chafing as their independence was intruded upon but simply bearing it because the benefits were obvious. Queen Anne was not just strong and smart but magically capable as well thanks to the Kaisoken dust-infused emitter she was equipped with.

It was another decade and a half before the Razor was nearly put out of commission. An ill-advised fight with an Ascendancy vessel saw the loss of more than half the Razor's crew and little in the way of spoils to pick from the wreckage of their enemy. Too damaged to perform jumps the Razor's Edge limped through realspace in search of safe harbor. The surviving member of the Kel'ta couple was mortally wounded and passed their child off to Ki to take care of.

Unable to refuse due to the life debt they owed Ki took Queen Anne and their new charge and left the diminished band. Raising a child they neither wanted nor really cared for was a difficult prospect but one honor demanded they fulfill. Luckily there was no shortage of work for a pirate-tech genius. When there were no computers to repair there was the ships they were installed in, the immeasurable vastness of space wide open for the plundering.

Moonstrike's ideological goals meant nothing but their methods were familiar. The Ascendancy is a rich target and piracy cloaked in self-righteousness is still piracy.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

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Yes, it is.

@Letter Bee

Cool. Seeing as I'm still floating around the discord server might pop in to see about setting up a character

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Out of curiosity, is this still open?