vietmyke

Ronin: Neo-Japan

@ClocktowerEchos
- That blade would be a good example of a 'Hybrid weapon', which only costs 1,500.

Melee weapons are different from firearms in that price doesn't necessarily mean better quality- with firearms, a more advanced firearm costs more money. This somewhat true for melee weapons- a Steel Katana, hybrid katana, and energy katana are all katanas, and they all have different advantages- a steel katana is cheaper, and will deal more "damage", as energy and hybrid weapons cauterize wounds as they cut through, an energy katana can cut through most armor with relative ease, and is easily concealable due to its only physical component being the handle, but its fairly expensive, a hybrid weapon is a middle area between these factors of price, concealability, cutting power, and "damage" potential.

- Where on her legs are the blades deployed from? Toe? Heel? Knee?

- I admit that I never exactly specified the degree to which different grades of cybertech are compared to human ones at, but both the legs and the lungs provide benefits that befit higher tier enhancements. On the other hand, the eye enhancements could do with a couple more abilities- a linked targeting system perhaps (essentially a laser from the tip of the gun barrel that only she can see), or a very short period of improved perception(the advanced link to her brain means that she could potentially "slow down time" for very short periods at a time)

- The Taiyoka family sound like they could've been part of a Yakuza clan, which would be an interesting take, and wouldn't be out of the ordinary as the Yakuza are one of the biggest employers of Ronin- second to the mega-corps.

- A minor nitpick, but the way you worded "Only 50 thousand credits".. 50k is quite a lot- A Credit has a bit more buying power than a US dollar today.

- 16 is also a bit young to go doing merc-work on your own- and also meaning she'd been a Ronin for 10 years- which is pretty impressive for one so young. The typical lifespan of a Ronin is 20-30 years, due to hazards of the job. Ronin typically die on the job, or live to 'retire' and run services like safehouses, or becoming fixers(ones that find jobs for Ronin)

Overall, good character sheet.

Ronin: Neo-Japan

@Medusa Looks good!

@Mistress you have 5k of extra credits, put that in your character's wallet. Funny enough, the image you used for combat armor was what I was going to use for enemy corp-sec armor. 400x magnification is also a LOT for a assault rifle, huh?

- Also, do you have a name for this street chem?

Fallout: King and Country

When the expedition to Oking was announced, it was only natural that one of the Rangers would come along. Experienced trackers, scouts, and survivalists, as well as capable of holding their own in a fight, the presence of a Ranger was handy for most forays outside of Silvershaw's borders. When the Mayor asked the Rangers for assistance, Aaron was one of the first to be chosen amongst the small ranks of the Rangers, due to his knowledge of the general area. Aaron agreed and rounded up his gear. Next thing he knew, he was trudging around the ruins of Oking with the rest of the expedition, crossbow in hand.

He had his scarf wrapped around his face, the brown fabric serving as a rudimentary air filter to keep the thick grime in the air from entering his lungs. His crossbow rested casually in his hands as he walked, bolt already knocked and loaded, though his finger remained off the trigger, and the weapon's safety mechanism stayed on. Cradling his pre-war weapon in his arms, Aaron walked some 20 meters ahead of the group, allowing him to remain in relative earshot and vision, while allowing him to scout out their path ahead. He didn't hear much of the conversation between the expedition group behind him, though he was too busy listening to his surroundings to pay much attention to the conversation anyway. It wasn't until the neared the old WWI memorial did Aaron start hearing voices.

Dropping to a knee and looking back at the others, he held out a hand, indicating that there was something ahead and that they should be cautious. Making his way one of the nearby stores- the old bombed out cafe that Duela had singled out- Aaron made his way around the building, and deftly scaled it using a pile of rubble and a old dumpster to help him reach the second story of the destroyed shop. Most of the second story was gone- rubble and open sky where the roof and walls would be. Most of the floor was missing as well. Nevertheless, Aaron creeped his way slowly along the remaining floorboards and found himself a spot behind the remains of a wall that he could peer over. From what he could see, the conversation consisted of two sides: a trio of seedy looking grunts, and a larger man. Aaron easily switched the safety on his crossbow off, but didn't swing his body out from behind the wall to fire, opting to stay hidden.

There was a short argument, followed by a twang of a bowstring, and within the blink of an eye, the three thugs had been incapacitated by the big man and what appeared to be his wife. Aaron grimaced as he heard Duela's voice ring out shortly afterwards, and watched with a degree of dread as she began walking out towards them. She should've at least discussed some sort of plan with them before deciding on her own what they were going to do. His grip tightened on his crossbow, he was ready to spring around and fire at a moment's notice.

His sharp eyes caught a ghoul stumbling over masonry a bit aways before he heard it. He had no idea if it was feral or not, though its manner of dress and the bow it held seemed to indicate that it was the latter. Aaron was tempted to shoot it right then and there- it'd be an easy shot too, the ghoul had lost its footing and had fallen, but he opted not to, as to not blow his concealment. Instead he opted to keep an eye on the ghoul as well as the exchange about to happen between Duela and the couple ahead.

Fallout: King and Country

Name/Nicknames: McTavish

Age: (Unknown, presumably Pre-War)

Appearance

*Please ignore the hair.

His skin is a dark green like most super-mutants standing at an impressive 10'3. Unlike most Super-mutants, the Highland variety rarely slump unless in the company of strangers (As to not intimidate) as over the years interacting with humans they have grown a sense of pride and self respect. His eyes however still appear somewhat vacant, as like the others of his kin his intelligence still isn't capable of reaching the levels that baseline humans can achieve.

He wears clothes+Kilt like this image
His clan tartan

Race: Super-Mutant

Personality: He's stubborn to the core, whether he is more or less stubborn from being a Super-mutant or a Scotsman is debatable.The important thing is that if he is presented a challenge, or sets his mind on something there are very few things that will make him back down. With his size, a fight to get to something very rarely bothers him. Another important trait can be traced back to the FEV virus. His quickness to anger, while everyone loses their temper McTavish has to work especially hard in order to keep it under control. When provoked, especially by other people and most of all by strangers here is often no other outcome than violence.

That said, the rest of the time he tries his best to be caring and considerate. While he has spent most of his life in a community that has housed both his kind and humans for generations, and has understanding. He's intelligent enough to know that due to the fact Super-mutants have plagued the rest of the country people won't exactly be trusting. Deep down he cares, about making a difference. About helping his caln, he'll do that whatever way he can.

Skills/Attributes:

Strength: Exposure to the FEV Virus while making himself mentally weaker has made him physically stronger than any human.

Longevity: The same virus prolongs his life, and speeds up the healing process.

Living on the Land: Raised (As far as he knows) rurally, and in a hardened area. He can survive of the land by himself for as long as possible.

Melee: The Isle of Gigha having few real firearms growing up, McTavish is proficient in using anything pointy, sharp or just heavy to incapacitate or kill someone. Won't hesitate to do it either.

Long Range: He has training with long range weapons. Not that he has any. After the FEV process most conventional fire-arms were no longer an option. However he has had some experience with specially crafted bows. Not that he carries one or is an expert.

Back-story: Scotland was always used for it's remote locations for military training since before the First World War, it provided unique locations and unique people in order to give people the best training possible in order to go to war. As the Commonwealth fell and Britian prepared itself for the possibility of nuclear war several projects were kick started. One of the ones that took place largely in Scotland was the use of the FEV virus. Isles off the west coast had their populations removed, taken up North to the safe zones in the highlands. Areas up in the mountains where people predicted that they would be safe from any potential Nuclear fallout.

The real reason however for abandoning these Isles was so that they could be inhabited by soldiers. While they weren't the largest training grounds ever they were moved here for a very specific reason, to be infected with the FEV Virus. An American Invention, or presumed to be one, given to Soldiers to increase their Strength, Endurance and generally their effectiveness as soldiers. There were fifty soldiers chosen, each named after a Scottish clan as an alias and then injected with the virus. However before the experiment could be completed, and the humans could be evacuated from the island - in the case of any ill side effects the scientists would monitor using equipment and relay instructions via robot. The bombs fell.

McTavish was woken up in a survival tank a week later, he couldn't remember anything except the pain of the transformation. Held in place by binders on each of his limbs he was shown over and over again training and propoganda videos. The scientists having decided just to run the training protocols rather than terminating the project. While the war was lost, as far as they knew it had been lost all over the world, they felt that should they be attacked it would be useful to have super soldiers on their side. If they could be trained.

The first Mutant released broke one of the Mr.Handys given to the project in a fit of rage, so the videos for the rest of the mutants changed to guide obedience. The videos were altered slightly to reflect the scientists as superior officers, the scientists even going as far as wearing military uniforms. The lead wearing a Generals uniform. Eventually it worked, the super-mutants released into the population. Training always continued, as did testing. Ardminish became a safe haven for everyone willing to risk the swim or boat ride to the isles.

Times changed since the great war, and the town grew and changed. The General was always in charge however. Mutants were privates and never recieved ranks, though few of them died. Yet they never questioned orders, they were perfect soldiers. While they could have tempers with those who managed to gt to the island when provoked they would never raise their voice or a finger at their superior officers. The programming was flawless, especially with regular visits to either a robot or the old training facility which would refresh the training. They didn't really realize it, but they were essentially glorified slaves.

When a supposedly "Wealthy" businessman from what turned out to be the ruins of Glasgow came calling, times appeared to be changing. He said he represented a group of settlements called the "Commonwealth". Apparently made up of the arenas used in the Commonwealth games that had once been held in Glasgow shortly before the war. He proposed a deal, he would allow them the protection and economic stability of the Commonwealth in the exchange for one of the Isles men as a personal bodyguard. He'd also be quite interested to see if these training methods could be used to make the untamed and untrained super-mutants in the wastes into a useful and contributing part of society.

The deal was made, McTavish was the one chosen. It wasn't really clear why he was chosen, when they were all lined up he just happened to be the one chosen out of the line out. This was when the Isles future was decided, as he sailed off to his new life he'd never know the life that this man from the Commonwealth created by just happening to venture to a little island off the coast looking for spoils of war. He spent a couple of years as the bodyguard for the rich businessman, before his commanding officer changed in combat in a scouting operation in the south west of Scotland in the Galloway Forest. A mid-fight exchange caused his former commander to hand him over to someone who had dubbed themselves "King Douglas".

Being a member of the Royal Army McTavish felt like he should respect the sovereignty... were it legit. He despised being under the control of the fake king. However he was his commanding Officer. A good soldier followed orders, he was a good soldier. One of the best, it is why he was chosen. He never heard what happened back on the Isle that he once called home as over the years he continued to head further and further south changing from one commanders hands to another. He occasionally heard rumors of mutants disappearing or appearing in coherent groups and he felt that confirmed that his home was alright. Yet there was no real way to go, people didn't care for super-mutants enough to make any real news of it.

Reaching the town of Silvershaw as part of a caravan of trailers he was particularly interested in Shrieker Town as he had never heard of another largish settlement of mutants by themselves. He always felt that if he was finally given his own command he could be the one to maybe bring sense to them. He kind of got his wish when the Mayor of Silvershaw was promoted to be his commanding officer. Little does he know it but the Mayor actually gained him while gambling. Though McTavish doesn't really know many of the exact terms when he changed hands.


Other: Yes he is essentially a glorified slave, though he sees himself as a Soldier. If you want to try correcting him, go ahead :)

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Apology not accepted! :P

@Sep

Soap?! Soaaaapppppp!!

Fallout: King and Country

@rivaan I don't think it'd be necessarily more difficult to pull metal limbs as it would ensuring the limbs snapped back into place- metal tends to bend and stay bent, which was why I was curious.

Kudos to her for maintaining such a long compound bow though, that shits tough.

-I'm a pretty avid shooter- guns, bows, crossbows, I shoot them all every now and again. That's why I was asking. I be interested in this stuff.

@Sep the secret place no likey my phone

Fallout: King and Country

@rivaan a metal bow? That sounds... metal.


Joking aside, I am curious, is it like a composite bow? Or is it actually a traditional longbow made of long limbs of solid metal?

Ronin: Neo-Japan

@Medusa You might want to check your equipment, you're at 52,500 right now.

- Most universities aren't owned by the state, but by various mega-corps, still, just as likely that any unions would get put down by rent-a-cops- Governments typically don't have enough power for police forces, and as a result end up selling out the job to mega-corps as well. What kind of legs did she replace her original ones with? C-grade? Null? How'd she survive in the underworld long enough to learn skills and earn money?

- Ronin isn't exactly something you discover, its an overarching term for a profession- usually self claimed. Plenty of posers and wannabe-hotshots claim themselves to be Ronin- though these fakers typically lack the traditions of true Ronin. How did Seo decide that being a Merc was the job for her?

Fallout: King and Country

Also, what happened to the third thug? One got shot with an arrow, the other got strangled, the third...?

Ronin: Neo-Japan

Thanks for the interest everyone! We'll be taking care of character creation and accepting here, ooc/ic thread will be for accepted characters

Fallout: King and Country

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Come on then! I'll set aboot ya lad!

>Downs bottle of whiskey
>Draws sword

@Sep

EH? Wert in tarnation did yew say?

>Downs bottle of moonshine
>Draws ye olde redneck's shotgun