TheMadAsshatter

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

Jacob suddenly heard a burst of fire come from his left and thought he had been flanked, but saw the small stalker was the one firing. At this range, and with the hood off, Jacob could see that he wasn't short, but a girl. Well, still really short, but damn. "Well, that's different," he muttered as she ran towards him with a bandage in hand. "What are you doing?" he yelled. "Keep shooting, we'll patch my arm up when those sods are dead!" he yelled as he reloaded again.

He waited for another pause in the gunfire before bringing his AK around and taking out two more of the bandits. As it turned out, the girl had hit at least one, leaving one still standing. Even through the scope, Jacob could see the fear in his eyes as he looked around and realized his friends were gone. Looking like he was a step away from shitting his pants, he struggled to load his next magazine into his AK-74u, his hands shaking wildly with panic. After dropping the magazine once, Jacob got up and began walking towards the bandit, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and drawing the intimidating looking pistol from his hip. Oh he wouldn't kill this one, but he'd be damned if he didn't let him get out without some serious emotional scarring. By the time he had closed the distance to 25 meters the bandit had fumbled with the magazine 3 times. The bandit looked up at Jacob, stumbling backwards and dropping his gun. Jacob continued to approach him with a deadpan look on his face.

The bandit began pleading in Russian, at least that's what Jacob interpreted it as. He had never been close enough to hear a bandit beg for his life before, so he couldn't quite translate what he was saying. He picked up on something about money and guns. He didn't care, he had enough of both of them. By the time Jacob was standing straight over the bandit he was sitting on his back with his arms crossed in front of his face. Jacob leaned next to his ear and whispered, "Чики-брики, сука." Jacob peeled back quickly as the bandit started kicking and screaming, barely catching his footing on the concrete and retreating into the plains. Jacob thought he could even see a trail of liquid leading away on the road.

Satisfied with his traumatizing act, he put his pistol back in it's holster, but was simultaneously reminded of the wound on his arm. He continued to try to ignore it as he walked into the administrative building, thinking there was a chance the other stalker was still alive. He walked through the entrance, ignoring the carnage around him and turning his gaze to the stalker in the middle of the room, a single hole in his midsection. Jacob wasn't too adept at anatomy, but it looked like the shot missed the spine, if barely, though it was likely it had hit something else; the stomach, or a kidney. Jacob knelt down and reached towards his neck to feel for a pulse, but heard the man release a grunt before he had touched him. "Damn." Jacob muttered, running back outside. "Come here, quick, давай, давай, давай!" he yelled, ducking back into the room and rolling the man onto his back. There was a lot of blood on the ground, and Jacob could already tell that no amount of medication would keep him alive. Jacob pulled his own backpack off of his shoulders and began looking for his last morphine shot. He jammed it into the man's stomach, near the site of the wound. If nothing else he would make sure this man slipped away relatively painlessly.

Everyone's Corner

Sagittarius; Pig for me, though I've never bought into the whole zodiac thing. I do, however, think that both signs describe me fairly well in their own ways.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

It's more a mix between the two, and Sakharov is the one who did the picking. Kruglov acted as an adviser and was the one who sent the messages. Sakharov didn't want just any stalker, but he needed men. There are others who got the message, but not many others, who decided not to come, and they may or may not be introduced later on. :p

Also, your tentacle trip bit was absolutely hilarious. FOR SCIENCE!!!

Everyone's Corner

I prefer the word "exile" to "outcast." Sounds more epic. Anyways, welcome to RPG.

The Night Life

I'm having a hard time coming up with a post any longer than a few sentences. I'll post once I get it together.

ISIS in Iraq

I don't want to come back to the "It's just Islam" argument, but I swear, if Islam were a bit more liberal/progressive in their views, none of this shit would be happening. If I had to guess, I would say about 85% of the problems in the Middle East comes from the socio-religious schisms between the different branches, denominations, and levels of moderation in the whole of the Muslim/Islamic faiths, and if they didn't believe that they fundamentally had to kill people to get their way, this wouldn't be an issue at all.

I don't have a problem with Islamic people in and of themselves, but when about 70 to 90 percent of the Middle Eastern population is comprised of Islamic extremists (which they don't see for themselves), it's hard not to point fingers. I remember seeing this video of a sort of Islamic gathering where a speaker basically answered the question of extremism, and he asked the crowd how many people believed that certain people deserve death and practically everyone in the fucking room raised their hand. Here's the video if you don't believe me, skip to about 2:20 and watch it from there.

Let me make my perspective clear. I do not hate Islamic people. I hate Islam itself, not the people who practice it, because of exactly this. It is a hateful and dogmatic religion that has absolutely no place in modern society unless some MAJOR reform takes place within it. I honestly believe that until that happens, the Middle East is going to remain a bloody warzone.

Might have gone a bit off-topic there. Sorry about that.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

Cool, cool.

The Storm - 31st Century Small Unit Combat (Battletech/Mechwarrior)

Alright, thanks. I wasn't aware there was a difference. The way you worded it in the OOC made it come off as just a nickname for it, since there's an alliance between the Lyrans and the Davions.

Just realized I should probably young him up a bit, too.

The Storm - 31st Century Small Unit Combat (Battletech/Mechwarrior)

Finally finished my CS. I'll apologize in advance for any continuity errors I may have made in association with the general Battletech lore.

The Storm - 31st Century Small Unit Combat (Battletech/Mechwarrior) [Sheets]

It's probably not perfect, so let me know if it needs tweaking.

Name: Jake Cherenkov
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Branch of Service: Armed Forces of the Federated Suns
Physical Description:
Jake isn't a very large guy, standing at about 5' 10" and weighing about 155 lbs, but he does retain a fairly muscular build. He has green eyes (ignore the pic) and long, brown hair that he keeps parted down the middle.

Pic

Character History:
Jake had a very unorthodox childhood and adolescent life for a Mech pilot. He was born to an impoverished family on Buchlau and had a hard time getting by for several years. His father left before he was born, and his mother was a servitor to the Confederation. He was put through school like any other Capellan child, but he yearned to learn more, and his studies, particularly in foreign cultures. He became very intelligent and self aware, which lead him to several conclusions, the most important of which being that he hated the state and the oppressive nature of it's feudal government. He felt trapped, both by the system and his lack of wealth, so after two years of preparation, he hatched a plan to stow away on a merchant ship heading to the neighboring planet of Halloran V in Suns space.

The ship arrived at Halloran without incident, but Jake was picked up by port authorities and detained. It took several days of convincing, but after so long he was allowed to become a citizen of the Federated Suns with the promise that he would join the military and serve for a certain number of years. He was initially reluctant to join, but he had worked hard before and wasn't about to stop. He had an intense drive to secure his citizenship within the Federated Suns, and he pushed himself into the top 3% of his class during basic training, as well as developing a loyalty to the Suns. This, combined with the intelligence he displays despite his lack of traditional schooling, is what earned him the respect and commendation of his instructors. One went so far as to nominate him to the New Avalon Institute of Science's College of Military Science, and after careful consideration, he was permitted to enroll in the Academy.

Unfortunately, after having been admitted to the NAIS, he has started to show a level of brashness that generally gets him into trouble. His past life in the Confederation was primarily what shaped his moral beliefs, and it shows through in some cases. This has gotten him in trouble with several people over time, to the point where he would have been thrown out in one case in particular. His time, experience, and skills in the mech simulators saved him, but he knew he wouldn't be so lucky next time. He displayed more restraint for the rest of his time in the institute and is currently preparing to graduate.

Psychological Profile:
Jake is a somewhat rebellious and hot-headed person, valuing freedom above most things. Having grown up under, and subsequently left, the Capellan Confederation, he has an intense distaste towards, and fear of, feeling trapped or oppressed. His intelligence shows, but his tendency to actively speak or act out against things that he sees as unjust or unfair can make him seem rash and lead him into bad situations. He is, however, good-natured and doesn't do what he does without the best of intentions in mind.

Skills:
Jake was pretty well-rounded as far as academics go, but when it comes to combat tactics, he has shown tremendous skill in scouting and stalking. He tends to prefer hit-and-run tactics as opposed to direct engagements, and has the patience to repeat the process such that he wears down the enemy over time. In the rare cases where he is involved in a direct engagement, he uses speed and mobility to his advantage.

Equipment:
-Basic emergency supplies
-Holdout Pistol

Battlemech:
JR7-K "Jenner" heavily modified to be an all laser mech, replacing two of the medium lasers with medium pulse lasers and swapping the SRM-4 and respective ammunition and CASE for heatsinks. The stock engine is also switched with an XL 300 and the structure replaced with endo-steel, leaving room for slightly more armor in the torso area.