Supermaxx

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

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Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: ????

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Graves' exhaustion didn't register until he opened the door to his room in the inn. All those hours of fighting to keep the group alive in the worst environment he could imagine hit at once. It battered him like a hurricane. His legs gave out before he could make it onto the bed. Best he could do was drag the blanket off the side and wrap it around his muck-slicked torso, his eyes fluttering shut despite his protests. Somehow, the dreams still found him here in the depths of unconsciousness.

He was standing in the middle of a warehouse packed with people spinning in time to the pounding music. Everything was slower than it should've been, like time was trapped in molasses. Andrew struggled forward. He pushed through the crowd of pressing bodies, desperation rising in his throat. Had to move. Had to hurry. He strained with every step, like he was trying to walk in waist-deep water. This wasn't the first time he'd been back here. Dread settled in his gut.

No matter how many times his mind brought him back to this moment the ending never changed. There was no changing the past. He kept marching onward irregardless.

'I'm coming, Will. Just hang in there a little longer.'

Something scurried between his legs. Andrew looked down, eyes going wide at the sight of furry bodies passing between over his feet. Hundreds of rats, fur stained with blood and sewage, were running in the same direction he was. Panic caused him to stumble. He reached out to catch himself, only to feel the crunch of tiny bones under his palm. Someone slammed their hip into his head and he went careening into the deluge of vermin. They raced over top of him, their tiny feet scratching at his skin, his face. Their chittering thundered in his ears. Opening his mouth to scream, he felt a discharge rise up and out of his throat.

Graves shot up from the floor, vomit and rat fur flying out of his mouth. He was sweating from every pore in his body. His hands were shaking. "What the hell?" His breathing was ragged as he dragged himself to his feet, still reeling from the nightmare.

He needed to wash off. Some hot water might do him some good. He took a steep toward the door and felt a sharp pain in his foot. Graves looked down. There was a needle embedded in his foot. Below that lay a syringe, discarded and dripping with a sickly orange fluid.

Location: The Innhouse -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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His eyes shot open for the second time. Every inch of his body ached. It screamed its protests at him for yesterday's excursion. Graves couldn't exactly blame it. Everything hurt, he smelled like shit, and his head was pounding. It was after he'd finally plied himself off the floorboards that he noticed the dried puke on his shirt. That part had happened, at least. He'd have to pay the innkeeper to grab him some new clothes while he went to wash up. As much as he'd like to wallow on the ground all morning, a hot bath sounded like heaven.

He let himself soak for a little over an hour. It was nice, and it gave him time to think.

For all the mistakes he'd made in his life, sticking with this pack of losers wasn't one of them. They weren't perfect- far from it. But they'd stuck by him through the worst couple weeks of his life; that had to count for something. It wasn't often Graves felt strongly about something one way or another, but...in that sewer, wading through the filth, he wanted all of them to get out of there alive. Wanted it more than anything he could imagine.

Nothing back in Westwood had stirred him like that. Not in years. All Graves had worried about since the Glitch was surviving to get back home. But as he sat, contemplating, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. There was nothing for him there. Not anymore. Andrew's life had ended long ago, even if his body hadn't realized it.

'I got a second chance,' he realized, staring up at the ceiling. 'Best not fuck it up.'

He dried off and dressed himself in the simple clothes of a denizen before heading off to the Laughing Worg. Convenience had made it their watering hole of choice. It was only a hop, skip and a jump from the innhouse, yet Graves was somehow the fourth to arrive.

"Morning, rat-fuckers." He waved as he approached, sliding into the seat beside Rael. "Ya'll look like how I feel." He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Seele, curiosity and worry in his expression in equal measure.

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Counteraction rising
Yeah, we are ready for the punch line
There's no use with all your gimmicks
So check this out!
Login you damned one's
Crush the wont you compromise
The noise comes we are ready to bow
What about the antidote for the jammed and hypnotized
Rend the lie that covers
Who's the real sucker now
咲き乱れた花のように 鮮やかな痛み抱き
佇む街を抜けて 迷いのセリフは捨て
還らない声よ響け
We say wow wow wow wow
Database, database
Just living in the database, wow wow
The wall of pure fiction's cracking in my head
And the addiction of my world still spreads
In the database, database
I'm struggling in the database, wow wow
It doesn't even matter if there is no hope
As the madness of the system grows
Crack in the key for the real clue
Mass redemption reigning on
But we know we've been longing for this
Cut it out the plot that deceived you
Drop the rebel sound shut the system down
Reveal the never found now
引き裂かれたとしても 虚構とも現実とも
見えるガレキの中で 戦い続けるだけ
Get damn all from big airheads
Yeah, you get damn all from big airheads
重なる世界でたぎる心に灯をともして
Database, database
Just living in the database, wow wow
The wall of pure fiction's cracking in my head
And the addiction of my world still spreads
In the database, database
I'm struggling in the database, wow wow
It doesn't even matter if there is no hope
Just say wow wow wow wow
Hey, wait a minute
What happened
The data is wrong
時に計算高さは蛇足 da calculator
統計にゆさぶられたまま消えていった (hey)
そうなりたくなきゃ database
だけに頼らず磨け自分のペース
Get damn all from big airheads
Yeah, you get damn all from big airheads
Get damn all from big airheads
Yeah, you get damn all from big airheads
Database, database
Just living in the database, wow wow
The wall of pure fiction's cracking in my head
And the addiction of my world still spreads
In the database, database
I'm struggling in the database, wow wow
It doesn't even matter if there is no hope
As the madness of the system grows
Database, database
Just living in the database
Database, database
Just say wow wow wow wow

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

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Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

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John Marshall - played by @Supermaxx

Marlowe Beltras - Played by @DruSM157

Mox Holiday - Played by @McMolly

Andrea "Andy" Muriel Thompson - Played by @Lemons

William Prescott - Played by @datadogie

Maeve Puckett Played by @TGM

Jasmine "Jaz" Lécuyer - Played by @Ortfinne

Steven "Bolt" Armstrong Played by @Hero

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

Marshall

Personnel Dossier

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_Name

John Marshall

_Age

23

_{Physical Evaluation}

Marshall is a short, wiry man plagued by perpetual exhaustion. Purplish black bags under his eyes mar his peaky brown skin. He walks with his feet dragging behind him and stands with a deep hunch, making him appear even smaller than he ought to. Its obvious John cares little for his appearance. His clothes are patched and stained, his hair unkempt and greasy and his expression stuck in a gloomy half-frown. The only thing he shows even the barest consideration to is the old bomber jacket he never parts from, the name "U. Marshall" stitched over its left-breast pocket.

_{Psychological Profile}

• High-strung
• Practical
• Strong intuition
• Addictive personality

_{Background Information}

Born the son of a Sol Union Naval officer, John Marshall was floating in Zero G before he learned to walk. Like most void children, growing up in the artificial gravity and confined spaces of a starship has shaped not only his physiology but also his mindset. John has little patience for wasted oxygen or overly convoluted solutions to simple problems. He's grown so accustomed to solitude that any extended time around other people gives him physical headaches. Try as his father might he could never get John to conform to the rigid military discipline of the Union. The boy cared little for nine-hundred page manuals; he knew all he needed in his gut.

With adulthood aboard a Union vessel came conscription into its navy. Marshall was integrated into the flotilla's Exoframe program given his high marks in simulations. He proved naturally resilient to the high Gs that followed rapid maneuvers in a light frame. Time and training smoothed out his flaws as a pilot, though he never quite adapted to working in a squadron. A distrust of authority and short temper brought him into conflict with many a superior. Anyone else would've been court marshaled after the first incident, but John's surname shielded him from the worst consequences of his actions. His father's death put an end to that.

John Marshall was less-than-honorably discharged a week after his father's funeral. Naval police were in the process of investigating John for possession of illegal substances when he finally bailed from the fleet he'd spent the first twenty years of his life in, taking his inheritance with him. The first thing he did when his feet hit port was purchase an Exoframe of his own. The second thing? Sit down with a recruiter from Vox Fortuna.

Exoframe

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_Designation

Ulysses

_{Weight Class}

Light

_Description

Image

The Ulysses is an old model from Polyhedron Manufacturing's Stormbird Interceptor IV line. Its a fast-attack Exoframe designed for maximum agility in close range dogfights, outperforming every other frame in its generation...three gens ago. Stormbirds haven't been deployed by a major military for well over twenty years, lacking the advanced interia dampeners and beefier shielding of modern interceptors. The Ulysses is a venerable machine even by Stormbird standards; it passed its expiration date a long time ago. Half of its systems require constant repairs and the other half barely function. It leans heavily to the right when in-flight, its seeker missiles have a habit of chasing ghosts and its inertia dampeners can shutdown mid-fight- knocking Marshall out on more than one occasion.

_{Equipment and Armament}

H-11 ELP Carbine: The H-11 Exoframe Light Pulse Carbine is a close range, rapid fire laser rifle with a shortened barrel. It performs best against lightly shielded hard targets and unarmored soft targets, e.g other light frames and enemy infantry or technicals. Highly effective in air-to-air dogfights. Can have it’s barrel replaced with a longer variant for increased effective range at the cost of maneuverability.

Hornet Hunter Seeker Missiles: Hornet Hunter seeker missiles are the Ulysses’s go-to weapon for destroying enemy Exoframes and air craft once they’ve been stripped of their shields with its primary weapon. These hornets lock on to the heat signatures of hostile frames and pursuit them using their highly advanced guidance system- a system riddled with bugs, often locking the hornets on to the ghosts of non-existent signatures.

DSS 'Centurion' Light Shield: Manufactured by Durus Security Systems, the 'Centurion' is an aftermarket replacement for the Stormbird's original shield projector. It can protect the Ulysses from a moderate amount of small arms fire or a glancing blow from a heavy weapon but little else; its designed to be fragile but quick to recharge, utilizing the user's speed to slip in and out of combat to its maximum potential.

Advanced Maneuvering Thrusters Suite: The Ulysses is equipped with top-shelf maneuvering thrusters for precise attitude control at high speeds. The AMTS is what allows the Ulysses- and all Stormbird models- to effectively evade enemy fire while maintaining line-of-sight for its own weapons. Paired with the exoframe's equally powerful main thruster, the AMTS allows the Ulysses to hit far above its weight class through sheer agility alone. The primary drawback being the prohibitively expensive and rare fuel, produced exclusively by Polyhedron Manufacturing and its subsidiaries.

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

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Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

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Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

Marshall

Personnel Dossier

---

_Name

John Marshall

_Age

23

_{Physical Evaluation}

Marshall is a short, wiry man plagued by perpetual exhaustion. Purplish black bags under his eyes mar his peaky brown skin. He walks with his feet dragging behind him and stands with a deep hunch, making him appear even smaller than he ought to. Its obvious John cares little for his appearance. His clothes are patched and stained, his hair unkempt and greasy and his expression stuck in a gloomy half-frown. The only thing he shows even the barest consideration to is the old bomber jacket he never parts from, the name "U. Marshall" stitched over its left-breast pocket.

_{Psychological Profile}

• High-strung
• Practical
• Strong intuition
• Addictive personality

_{Background Information}

Born the son of a Sol Union Naval officer, John Marshall was floating in Zero G before he learned to walk. Like most void children, growing up in the artificial gravity and confined spaces of a starship has shaped not only his physiology but also his mindset. John has little patience for wasted oxygen or overly convoluted solutions to simple problems. He's grown so accustomed to solitude that any extended time around other people gives him physical headaches. Try as his father might he could never get John to conform to the rigid military discipline of the Union. The boy cared little for nine-hundred page manuals; he knew all he needed in his gut.

With adulthood aboard a Union vessel came conscription into its navy. Marshall was integrated into the flotilla's Exoframe program given his high marks in simulations. He proved naturally resilient to the high Gs that followed rapid maneuvers in a light frame. Time and training smoothed out his flaws as a pilot, though he never quite adapted to working in a squadron. A distrust of authority and short temper brought him into conflict with many a superior. Anyone else would've been court marshaled after the first incident, but John's surname shielded him from the worst consequences of his actions. His father's death put an end to that.

John Marshall was less-than-honorably discharged a week after his father's funeral. Naval police were in the process of investigating John for possession of illegal substances when he finally bailed from the fleet he'd spent the first twenty years of his life in, taking his inheritance with him. The first thing he did when his feet hit port was purchase an Exoframe of his own. The second thing? Sit down with a recruiter from Vox Fortuna.

Exoframe

---

_Designation

Ulysses

_{Weight Class}

Light

_Description

Image

The Ulysses is an old model from Polyhedron Manufacturing's Stormbird Interceptor IV line. Its a fast-attack Exoframe designed for maximum agility in close range dogfights, outperforming every other frame in its generation...three gens ago. Stormbirds haven't been deployed by a major military for well over twenty years, lacking the advanced interia dampeners and beefier shielding of modern interceptors. The Ulysses is a venerable machine even by Stormbird standards; it passed its expiration date a long time ago. Half of its systems require constant repairs and the other half barely function. It leans heavily to the right when in-flight, its seeker missiles have a habit of chasing ghosts and its inertia dampeners can shutdown mid-fight- knocking Marshall out on more than one occasion.

_{Equipment and Armament}

H-11 ELP Carbine: The H-11 Exoframe Light Pulse Carbine is a close range, rapid fire laser rifle with a shortened barrel. It performs best against lightly shielded hard targets and unarmored soft targets, e.g other light frames and enemy infantry or technicals. Highly effective in air-to-air dogfights. Can have it’s barrel replaced with a longer variant for increased effective range at the cost of maneuverability.

Hornet Hunter Seeker Missiles: Hornet Hunter seeker missiles are the Ulysses’s go-to weapon for destroying enemy Exoframes and air craft once they’ve been stripped of their shields with its primary weapon. These hornets lock on to the heat signatures of hostile frames and pursuit them using their highly advanced guidance system- a system riddled with bugs, often locking the hornets on to the ghosts of non-existent signatures.

DSS 'Centurion' Light Shield: Manufactured by Durus Security Systems, the 'Centurion' is an aftermarket replacement for the Stormbird's original shield projector. It can protect the Ulysses from a moderate amount of small arms fire or a glancing blow from a heavy weapon but little else; its designed to be fragile but quick to recharge, utilizing the user's speed to slip in and out of combat to its maximum potential.

Advanced Sensor Suite: The Ulysses is rigged with a wide array of electronic detection equipment including Radar, LiDAR, and thermal imaging, backed up by a full electronic warfare suite for disrupting enemy communication and knocking active trackers off its scent. During emergencies it can be used as a mobile radio tower to keep the squadron in contact with one another if they're ever separated from the Fortuna's long range comm link.

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