Stern Algorithm

The Village of Soren (a 1x1 Harvest Moon/Rune Factory-inspired Village RP for FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm)

"That's cool," Kalram said, "unlike my dad, being a mayor is boring."

Power Rangers Strike Force!

@Stern Algorithm Haha, I'm assuming you mean the Brain side of them since I can only laugh at the idea of a Brawn Iki'lek being in a supervisor position. XD

@Charnobylisk

Yeah, 'Supervisor Roth' would have to be a Brain Iki'lek, though he is more or less a:

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@Charnobylisk

By coincidental convergence, I think Clementine's supervisor might be an Iki'lek

Power Rangers Strike Force!

EDIT: Sorry, I just have ask how many people actually remember Big Bad BeetleBorgs, if it's just me, I'm gonna feel like such a nerd...an old nerd.... and old nerd who is geeking out right now because I loved BeetleBorgs SOOOOO MUCH!!!

Sorry....end of announcement..

@Kouki

I remember beetleborgs. I thought it was cool, but I was a little disappointed by their mechs not transforming or combining.

Stella Arcana (A sci-fi mecha twist on the Magical Girl genre) 1x1 RP with deadpixel101 and Stern Algorithm

The hatch hissed open, ShiZhen had calmed down a bit, but it was clear she was still unable to completely stop crying. "I keep telling myself that there wasn't anything I could do, but I don't know if that's true. I-I just stood there...and watched him die..."

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"We can't let our emotions get the better of us!" Marco yelled, hardly able to control his own, overwhelmed with sadness and anger as he was. But he was keenly aware of Leonard, whom Marco, at this moment, swore to protect.

"Well the ship hasn't moved yet," Rana began, "If you want, you and that little mouse behind you can get off right here." Rana stared at Marco coldly. The thought of remaining surrounded by death and destruction was unpalatable to Marco, who didn't say anything.

"I didn't think so," Rana concluded, "Ship, engage the course I set."

"U-understood," Stella said meekly. The ship began to rise out of the atmosphere quickly, though its passengers couldn't feel it thanks to inertial dampeners that all space-faring vehicles were installed with.

Marco turned to Leonard, "Let's go find the habitation quarters, get some rest," he was softly, choosing not to continue arguing with Rana and Alice. he tried to gently lead Leonard to the elevator.

Fables: After The Ever Afters [Reboot]

Their was a sort of commotion before the door was opened for him,Their stood the human form of Bunny Ma who stared at him for a moment before going inside letting Hammond inside his apartment.Coming inside Hammond could see that Bunny Man's room was less clean looking littered with magazines and DVD's.

"We do not have many termites...we kill all termites..." The Bunny Man said shaking his head as he walked into his kitchen for something to drink.

@Eviledd1984

"Yes, well, I've no doubt you can successfully kill every termite you see, but for every termite you see, there are many more that you don't see," Hammond said shortly, as he entered the apartment, "But if you have seen termites, then telling me exactly where you saw them will make this visit go by much faster." He scanned around to see if the Bunny Man had complied with his mailed request to move all furniture away from the walls. He was a bit peeved, as this was the first sign of a termite infestation in the building that he had come across today.

Boogie grew his less than heart warming pencil thin smile as his suggestion of the Eggman dinner was accepted. He watched as Antoinette added their little lunch excursion to their respective schedules, further solidifying Boogie in his choice of making the young lady his secretary. As he waited for her to finish editing their planes Boogie made his way over to the exit, opened it, and held it. Once Antoinette had finished Boogie would offer her his bone dry smile as he held the door for her. "Shall we be off Miss Fermi."

@Saarebas

Antoinette made sure to lock the computer and put all sensitive documents somewhere safe before rising from her chair. "Yes, let's go," she replied to Booker, following him.

Power Rangers Strike Force!

Clementine Mayweather: Yellow Ranger

Clementine Mayweather

Name: Clementine Mayweather
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Race: Human
Age: 24
Ethnicity: South American - African American mix
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Clementine is 5'11" with a thin frame. She has dark skin, light brown eyes, and shoulder-length black hair that she straightens because her supervisor has commented a few times that she needs to look 'presentable'. One thing she won't budge on is her use of glasses, though her supervisor has mentioned several times that she should switch to contacts or get eye surgery done, she continues to wear a pair of large, square-framed, dorky-looking glasses. Clementine is easy to ignore, often preemptively getting out of people's way, and appears weak and unintimidating. She goes a little heavy on the makeup sometimes, not having mastered the art of 'making it look like she's not wearing makeup'.

Clothing:

Clementine doesn't have her own style (or doesn't have enough confidence to establish her own style) and defaults to business formal, usually wearing a professional blouse with a pencil skirt that goes below the knees. Colors are usually grey or black outer wear with white inner wear.

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In The Mind

Personality:

Clementine is compliant, complacent, and caves easily to demands and stress. Clementine doesn't have a very large comfort zone, but she will step out of it if pushed or pressured by others. Clementine has always preferred peace to conflict, but her years of serving Galatec have engineered in her a meekness and servility that is difficult for her to shake off. She sympathizes with those who struggle and desires to lift their burdens from them despite her seeming lack of confidence and ability. She can be easily convinced with arguments of 'for the greater good'.

She does however have a strong sense of responsibility and will do her utmost to fulfill the task that has been entrusted to her as the thought of letting people down pains her greatly. While she is unsure if she is doing the right thing as a ranger, she will uphold the mantle in order to fulfill expectations that have been placed upon her. She bends to the will of authority as well as to the will of the majority and becomes extremely conflicted when the two do not agree. She is extremely tolerant of others and comes off as very non-judgmental. Clementine will give anyone a chance or two. Clementine has an attention to detail that can be both a blessing and a curse. Unfortunately, her indoctrination at the hands of Galatec have left her with very low self-confidence and she is more capable than she believes.

Likes:

Clementine likes harmony and nature, though God knows she doesn't get enough exposure to either. She also has an uncharacteristic love of insects and sea life. Clementine is most comfortable with routine and habit. Clementine prefers to take life slowly and plan things out meticulously.

Dislikes:

Clementine hates last minute decisions/changes, chaos, and conflict, especially internal conflict. She also doesn't like loud, unexpected sounds. Clementine doesn't like people who can only see things from their own perspective.

Fears:

Clementine is afraid of harsh judgment and not being forgiven. She is afraid of being dominated. She is afraid for the fruits of her good intentions to result in horrible consequences for others.

Quirks:

Clementine has a tendency to adjust her glasses out of nervousness, even if she's not wearing her glasses. She is also unexpectedly good with machines, and often fixed office equipment malfunctions and networking issues at her workplace.

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Where They’ve Been

History:

Clementine was born to a happy couple living on New Earth. From a young age, Clementine was told she could be anything. While this was, for the most part, an aspect of positive encouragement, It did make Clementine a bit noncommittal, floating from passion to passion, subject to subject, unable to decide what she 'wanted to do for the rest of her life'. But it wasn't that big an issue, after all, she was fourteen, and just starting high school.

That was when Galatec came, with their promises of wonderful commodities and merchandise. Two years in, Clementine's school became a pilot project to test Galatec's revolutionary education system, one that promised future financial stability and a fast-pass into a much-coveted position with Galatec. The fed consumerism was taking effect, and people became more willing to set aside their dreams, passions, and lifetime goals for such an opportunity. For the next two years, Clementine was taught about scarcity and competition, taught to envy the success of others and the need for open display of economic success. It didn't come as too much of a shock, after all, these vices already existed in humans despite the fact that humans had thought they had 'moved away' from such pettiness. Clementine was shown only one path to success and security: Galatec. Galatec made an example of any entrepreneurs seeking to establish their own success, using discreet methods to have such ventures result in catastrophic failure. People saw that somehow, life away from Galatec was just too much of a risk, and hardly worth the effort. So without ever discovering her own passion, Clementine graduated with her Galatec-approved diploma and joined the grind that was Galatec corporate life, being relocated somewhere away from her parents.

The Galatec corporate environment was a dichotomy of absolute hierarchy and total chaos. Fluid projects, sudden management changes, and team reshufflings kept Clementine on her toes constantly and never staying in the same cubicle or position for long. During her time there, she had been a janitor, accountant, secretary, software debugger, and any number of other banal yet stressful jobs. She clung to small acts of token appreciation: raises that meant nothing due to Galatec adjusted inflation, pointless mugs, meaningless 'employee of the week' awards, etc., always convincing herself that she was only a month or so away from that promotion she thought she really wanted. After six years as a cog in the Galatec machine, Clementine was different. She had stopped contacting her parents and they her. It had dawned too late that this was not the life she wanted, but living paycheck to paycheck and getting home exhausted every night with only the desire to keep up with her shows and have a less-than-satisfying Galatec readi-meal for dinner kept her from thinking too much about possible alternatives. The thing was, Galatec pacified different people with different methods, some were made complacent with a satisfactory amount of happiness, Galatec kept them content. Some were made complacent with hopelessness and distraction, and Clementine's prescription was a subtle combination of both; they kept her ever so busy while adjusting her ability to make ends meet and constantly bombarding her with the consumerist desire to make unnecessary and unwise purchases just to maintain the appearance of social and economic standing. She was stuck in an endless loop of constantly trying to squeeze what little enjoyment she could out of her mundane and depressing existence, to convince herself that she had a good quality of life. Then, in another one of those sudden relocations, Clementine was sent to bookkeep for the mining colony of Red Rocks, where her fate would be changed forever.

Talents:

Clementine is a careful planner. While not the most tactical or strategic, she can follow instructions and stick to a plan meticulously. She also has a strong affinity for math and technology. Clementine empathizes easily with the weak and voiceless. While not particularly skilled or athletic, Clementine has managed to keep her body decently healthy in order to conform with employee beauty/health standards, and participated in company-sponsored routine morning calisthenics because it keeps her mind sharp for her work.

Hindrances:

Clementine lacks confidence and decision-making skills. Clementine also has no combat experience. Clementine believes that Githkin are Galatec mass-produced robots that merely look organic. As such, 'destroying' them won't be much of an issue for her until she learns that she is in fact 'killing' them.

Equipment: Morpher (Yellow Ranger), glasses.

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Bonus Round

Quotes:

"I-I'll try to help as much as I can."

"You're not the only one who's suffering. The people need to rest from all this fighting. You can't keep pushing them like this."

Theme Song:

Houkiboshi

Aspiration: Clementine wants an end to conflict and a return of individual passion, including her own.

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It’s Morphin’ Time!

Color Designation: Yellow
Primary Weapon:

Clementine's weapon is a spear. Spears are one of the easiest weapons for a combat novice to wield. It allows her to keep enemies at length, giving her a comfort zone as well as time to figure out her next move.

Spear

Energy Shield:

Clementine's shield is octagonal and is mostly transparent with concentric octagonal rings emanating from the center.

Shield

Blaster Design:

Clementine's blaster is a short pistol with a yellow, rounded square barrel. The handle and trigger are black. The gun is small and lightweight, with its center of gravity being in the grip rather than too far to the front near the barrel, allowing Clementine to handle the weapon with considerable ease. The weapon also has little to no kickback, preventing drift and allowing Clementine to fire repeatedly in the same direction without losing too much accuracy. The laser sight attached under the barrel also helps. The weapon doesn't make Clementine a great shot though, if anything, the ease of use of the weapon compensates for her initially poor marksmanship.

Blaster

Powers:

Clementine possesses the power of Solar Flare. Excellent support is provided by burning brighter than the sun, blinding everyone and everything in the immediate vicinity, with the exception of other rangers. It helps her create a distraction and buy time for her teammates.

Zords:

Zord

The Village of Soren (a 1x1 Harvest Moon/Rune Factory-inspired Village RP for FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm)

"What do you like to do for fun?" Kalram asked as he climbed a rock.

Evolution of Conflict: A Sci-Fi Mecha 1x1 FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm

"I've learned to synthesize speech," the AI said, changing the subject. "Do you like it?"

Power Rangers Strike Force!

Plus, I didn't want those two to make another CS or whatever, they seemed to really want to be Green and Blue respectively and this just kind of ties everything up in a neat bow.

@Kouki

ties everything up in a neat bow.

@Kouki

Primary Weapon:THE PHOTON BOW

@Kouki

I see what you did there.

Also, sorry for the delay, here is my blaster description and sample. The sample is kind of short and doesn't show her as a ranger. let me know if it is acceptable:

Blaster Design:

Clementine's blaster is a short pistol with a yellow, rounded square barrel. The handle and trigger are black. The gun is small and lightweight, with its center of gravity being in the grip rather than too far to the front near the barrel, allowing Clementine to handle the weapon with considerable ease. The weapon also has little to no kickback, preventing drift and allowing Clementine to fire repeatedly in the same direction without losing too much accuracy. The laser sight attached under the barrel also helps. The weapon doesn't make Clementine a great shot though, if anything, the ease of use of the weapon compensates for her initially poor marksmanship.

Sample

"Heya, Clementine, could you be a peach and review these reports? Oh, and file them when you're done. And don't forget to write summaries for the meeting later. Thanks, love you!"

Clementine barely had time to put down her third cup of coffee that day, adjust her glasses, and peer over her computer before Supervisor Roth, a strange tentacled alien in a suit, laid a disheveled stack of papers and folders on her desk and whisked himself away. ""B-but sir," Clementine said, raising her voice slightly, just enough so he could hear despite how far he had already gotten.

"Yeeeeeees?" Roth said slowly and sarcastically.

"I-I'm still going over the department's finances; there've been some...questionable purchases made...and it's taking a lot of time to sort through, and Bill from IT also wants me to help with some networking bugs he's been experiencing and..." Clementine listed off items on her to-do list in order to demonstrate how busy she was, but the more Roth just stared at her with his glassy fish eyes, the quieter she became, until she simply muttered "I-I'll get to it sir."

"Absolutely fabulous, Clem," Roth said joyfully, figuratively and literally bubbling, "It's hard workers like you that earn swift promotions."

"Do you mean that sir?" Clementine lit up a slightly.

"Yes, we'll discuss it at your next review...when was it again?"

"This Friday, sir."

"Ooooooohhhh, drat. I have another meeting on Friday, just came up. We'll have to postpone the review, my dear, so sorry. But I will remember, don't you worry," Roth said as he walk-slithered away.

"B-but, sir!" Clementine urged, but the oozing being had already slipped away. She looked down at the stack Roth had just deposited. As if to add insult to injury, the unbalanced stack suddenly fell, blowing papers all over the cubicle. Clementine spent an unnecessarily long time gathering everything that was originally from the stack and grouped them together, sitting back down at her computer. She took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, put her glasses back on, and went back to balancing the department finances. A small instant message popped up in the lower right corner of her screen with the following message, "Can you come over yet? - Bill"

Clementine cringed, and looked away. "Sorry, Bill," she muttered under her breath as she continued working

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It was 10:30PM and Clementine was making her way out of the office building. She had gotten as much work done as she could, but had to leave a lot unfinished to be added to tomorrow's workload. She had done enough to not miss any deadlines or inconvenience middle and upper management, but had to let go of some work which would have made her peers or those who worked below her happy. Everyday she was playing catch-up, never truly able to finish what she needed to do. She would have worked longer just to get some stuff finished and out of the way, but then Roth pooped his bulbous head in and chided her for working overtime, time that he couldn't pay her for because Galatec's policy was 'not to overwork their employees', so any overtime work she did was 'not condoned'. She passed by a Githkin security guard and habitually read the name plate it wore on its left breast. The same serial number as always, this same Githkin stood here, no matter what time, no matter what day. It just stood there, blank and immobile. Clementine was used to it by now. She didn't understand why Galatec manufactured robot security guards to look so organic. Maybe Galatec came to the conclusion that organic looked less threatening than mechanical. Of course, Galatec provided their own security by manufacturing the Githkin, and wouldn't hire humans for such menial, and sometimes dangerous jobs. Galatec needed humans for their intelligence, that was what she was appreciated for, she told herself.

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Back in her apartment in a crowded highrise, Clementine popped a Galatec Readi-meal into the heater; she was too tired to cook. She instead plopped down on the sofa and turned on the television. She flipped through shows to take her mind off of this impending sense of frustration and emptiness. Shows of vacant fantasies and banal distractions, she mindlessly consumed the media with her eyes and mind, and mindlessly consumed the Readi-meal with her hands and mouth. Yet something was off. She needed to stay informed, to educate herself. Feeling proud of this revelation, she turned to the news and was fed pretty much the same garbage, only this time, she felt better about herself. They told her who to trust, who to hate, what to want, what to buy. Reassured that her existence wasn't empty and meaningless, Clementine made ready to bed, laying down, pulling her covers over herself, and turned off the light on her nightstand. For a moment, the darkness that surrounded her was oppressive and choking, but her exhaustion overtook her and she fell into a fitful slumber because her Galatec manufactured bed, the Galatec manufactured walls, and various other Galatec manufactured items scattered around the room and throughout the building made sure that in sleep, she would find minimal solace.

Also, here is a video that I think is relevant to Clementine's character: