Hello! I'm superservo27! Call me that or any variation thereof. I like sci-fi. Seriously, of all the RPs I've been in (as of this writing, January 2018), only two weren't Scifi in some capacity. I like a lot of stuff. If I went through it all, it'd be an ungodly amount of text. It also fluctuates on a sometimes daily basis.
And then I fired again. And then I missed. And then I fired, and then I fired, and I missed. I missed both times. And then I fired. And I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I fired. And then I missed. And then I was out of bullets. And then I got sad. I had a popsicle. And then I passed out in the snow. Then I woke up, and then I reloaded. And then I fired. And then I missed. I missed again. I fired. I hit something, but it wasn't what I was going for, so I guess I missed. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. I threw up a snowball at 'em! I missed. I packed another snowball into my gun. That's my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she's really something. I threw a snowball at her. I missed. I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth. Don't piss me off, woman! I'll take a swing at you! I'll miss though. I guarantee ya. And I'll take another swing, and I'll miss. And then I'll have myself a popsicle. Would you care for a popsicle? Just don't bring it into the sauna. I reached into the fridge for another popsicle. I missed. I got the cabbage. I put it back, but I missed. I dropped it on the floor. Long story short - missed.
It is several months after the Battle of Typhon, where SRS Pilot Jack Cooper destroyed the Ark and saved the Milita home world of Harmony. Now, the Militia is looking for more troops and you could be selected to become a Pilot. Join now and help defend the Frontier. This is your chance to hear this sweet words, "Standby for Titanfall."
As you can see, this is a Titanfall RP, where you can take the role of a Pilot working for the Militia, or IMC, or Apex Predators. Whatever you want to do within reason, you can do. Be civil and use the character sheet.
Name: Age: Gender: Nationality: Text Color: Height: Weight: Physical description (put a picture if you want, no anime) Personality/Attitude: Skills/Talents: Favourites/Likes: Most Hated/Dislikes: Goals/Ambitions: Strengths: Weaknesses: Fears: Hobbies/Interests:
In addition, if you use a Titan, include what class it is. You can use all classes but if you do, include a call sign like so: Echo X-ray 1234(EX-1234). Use this link if you need help with letters.
@FrankenDaughter In my next post, I'll have DIANTO send a message containing a transcript of what your character said and I'll approve it and it'll be a smooth process.
"Okay, fair enough. I am Captain Nilam Blackwell, owner and operator of El Pozo Negro. The A.I. my ship runs is called DIANTO as my ship is a Danube-class. You will probably find a life form on my ship that you may not recognize. She is a Xi'qe, a lizard person. There is also an android named Lachesniv that speaks of Minds. I don't understand that one. Let's see, what else... Oh! I have no criminal record and there is nor recorded evidence of my birth as I am from a less technical world and got off of it with an escape pod I found that had crash landed. I think that's it, any questions?" He toke a sip of his drink and exhaled. "I swear, I'm addicted to this stuff, it's so good."
@Drakey Sure, robots are capable of being upgraded, and it's a robot body, it makes sense. @Sierra In response to the edit question, there's a lot of weapons already existing, but sure. What's the concept?
Rad! I made this after trying to recreate a Titan in the MechWarrior RP that popped up recently. I tried to recreate Tone and realized it would be easier to just start a new RP. It's always good to have people in.
Cool. I had a great idea earlier. He has a data knife hooked up to his Titan so when he gets into the pilot seat, he takes control of it, and if someone else tries to take it, they get a knife to the head.
Hello! I'm superservo27! Call me that or any variation thereof.
I like sci-fi. Seriously, of all the RPs I've been in (as of this writing, January 2018), only two weren't Scifi in some capacity. I like a lot of stuff. If I went through it all, it'd be an ungodly amount of text. It also fluctuates on a sometimes daily basis.
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And then I fired again. And then I missed. And then I fired, and then I fired, and I missed. I missed both times. And then I fired. And I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I fired. And then I missed. And then I was out of bullets. And then I got sad. I had a popsicle. And then I passed out in the snow. Then I woke up, and then I reloaded. And then I fired. And then I missed. I missed again. I fired. I hit something, but it wasn't what I was going for, so I guess I missed. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. I threw up a snowball at 'em! I missed. I packed another snowball into my gun. That's my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she's really something. I threw a snowball at her. I missed. I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth. Don't piss me off, woman! I'll take a swing at you! I'll miss though. I guarantee ya. And I'll take another swing, and I'll miss. And then I'll have myself a popsicle. Would you care for a popsicle? Just don't bring it into the [i]sauna[/i]. I reached into the fridge for another popsicle. I missed. I got the cabbage. I put it back, but I missed. I dropped it on the floor. Long story short - missed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello! I'm superservo27! Call me that or any variation thereof.<br>I like sci-fi. Seriously, of all the RPs I've been in (as of this writing, January 2018), only two weren't Scifi in some capacity. I like a lot of stuff. If I went through it all, it'd be an ungodly amount of text. It also fluctuates on a sometimes daily basis. <br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="The best copypasta ever">The best copypasta ever [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">And then I fired again. And then I missed. And then I fired, and then I fired, and I missed. I missed both times. And then I fired. And I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I fired. And then I missed. And then I was out of bullets. And then I got sad. I had a popsicle. And then I passed out in the snow. Then I woke up, and then I reloaded. And then I fired. And then I missed. I missed again. I fired. I hit something, but it wasn't what I was going for, so I guess I missed. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. I threw up a snowball at 'em! I missed. I packed another snowball into my gun. That's my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she's really something. I threw a snowball at her. I missed. I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth. Don't piss me off, woman! I'll take a swing at you! I'll miss though. I guarantee ya. And I'll take another swing, and I'll miss. And then I'll have myself a popsicle. Would you care for a popsicle? Just don't bring it into the <span class="bb-i">sauna</span>. I reached into the fridge for another popsicle. I missed. I got the cabbage. I put it back, but I missed. I dropped it on the floor. Long story short - missed.</div></div></div>