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Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

Maybe avoid the coalition character

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

I do love my techbobabble. And my logistics, sometimes even more so than the techbobabble. Only sometimes.

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

@Athinar I'll be completely honest with you: I'm not incredibly enthused about this character...

The Things

Maybe its the whole celebrity thing, but something about this character just screams "I'm the main character!" which is very much not something I'm looking for. I'm looking for an average joe soldier, with character depth and room for development to make him/her unique and engaging, but not the constant center of attention.

His personality is a vague, sorta humble, sorta I-get-along-with-everyone kinda deal, and while there is nothing wrong with being humble or amicable, his personality just seems kinda... 2-dimensional. Half of the personality blurb is just exposition from the viewpoint of another character, and while I appreciate the cleverness of making the 'psychological analysis' look like an analysis made by a doctor, there's just not enough substance in it for me to get a good picture of Michael's personality other than sorta humble, sorta agreeable.

Same goes for his background information- again, the whole logged conversation thing is very clever and in character with the idea of a soldier's dossier, there's no meat in it. He was born, he did this, he joined the army, he was good at the army, now he's here. There's no substance to the tiny paragraph dedicated to his actual background. He was born on earth to a wealthy family? Cool, who is this wealthy family? what sort of power or pull do they have in the UEE? How did he become interested in acting? How did his career take off like it did? Why did he go enlisted instead of Officer Corps? How did he prove himself as a soldier? I have none of the answers to these questions, just the fact that "he did the thing" - as my longtime Falling Skies players like to say.

In short, this character has no real depth to him.

@Everyone else, don't get too comfy, character reviews are on their way.
>EvilLaugh.mp3

God Neon

Btw @Howler, you still want in with Falling Skies? Or can I integrate Trent in with the rest of the NPC pilots? - or perhaps even let someone assume the character if I have any new blood

Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

Interested as well- would the @TheWizardLizard's Knight errant perhaps be interested in a squire with some slight magical abilities? - maybe not magical abilities because it has mostly vanished from the world

Priest & Hawthorne Investigations (Redux!) - Supernatural Urban Fantasy!

Just realized that the collab Habib posted up didn't include the bit I tagged on at the end involving Jacob jumping into his car and getting rob to stick out the top with a molotov

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@Jotunn Draugr Aye, shame that, I was really looking forward to this one. The only ones who posted in this one were myself and Pollen

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

@Sep I appreciate the shoutout, and this is an interesting concept, but this is moving way too fast with way too many characters for me to be comfortable joining, especially since its already started and given my current RP load. Thanks though lol

I also appreciate the amount of detail @vosenedich put into his CS, lots of cool, if difficult to read technobabble that makes it look authentic af

God Neon

"Hohoholy shit bro. Holy shit." was all Ramsey managed to say when faced with K-Ton's admittedly excessive display of violence. K-Ton shrugged and responded with a shrug and a sadistic grin. Was it excessive? Yes, yes it was without a single doubt. But so was pulling David's heart out of his chest. K-Ton had a bone to pick, and if he had his way, he would've applied similarly torturous techniques to every single Beater he could get his hands on. The crew had always known K-Ton was good at getting information- most of them chocked it up to his casual way with words and look, but only the older members knew how good K-Ton was with a chair, rope, and trough of water. Unfortunately for K-Ton, he had nearly enough time nor equipment to sufficiently torture each member of the Beaters as he wanted to.

K-Ton watched as Ramsey wheeled away to begin a brawl of his own, K-Ton diving out from behind the crate as well to join the battle. Catching a pair of Beaters rounding on Alex and Dante, K-Ton drew his gun, only to growl in frustration as it refused to work. It was the same Psychic prick once again, fucking with their guns. The same prick that stopped them from shooting them as they killed David was now fucking with their weapons once again. K-Ton cracked his knuckles and began to approach the psychic, who was paired up with a beater with knuckles preparing to put the hurt on Alex and Dante. The psychic might've been able to fuck with guns, but how well could he deal with soundwaves?

The question was ultimately left unanswered, as a swarm of wasps attacked the two beaters, and Ramsay popped out of nowhere to scuffle with the psychic before he was roughly pulled off by a third beater. K-Ton meanwhile was rounding on Mr. Knuckles, intending on helping the duo sort him out, all the while shattering eardrums with literal snaps of his fingers. He had just managed to approach the Mr. Knuckles when he was suddenly knocked off his feet.

Hitting the cement with little air in his lungs, K-Ton recoiled, and clutched at his chest, where the force had hit him. There was no blood on his hands, so he knew he hadn't been shot, but above him he saw a Beater standing above him with what could only be described as the same sadistic grin he had given Ramsey just a little bit earlier. The irony of his current position was almost more painful then the current pain in his chest- almost. The beater pumped his fist in the air, jerking his elbow in K-Ton's direction, and K-Ton felt like someone had just elbowed him in the gut, eliciting a harsh exhale as the air was beaten out of his lungs. On the bright side, K-Ton now knew the beater had control over some sort of air/force/telepathy based manner of propelling force from one place to another, apparently most easily manifested in punching or kicking motions.

"You fucking bastard." The beater spat, as he air-punched K-Ton int he gut again. "You're gonna pay for killing Kenny."

"And I suppose you're blissfully unaware of the ridiculous pop-culture references you're making huh?" K-Ton spat, as he jerked his head to the side, dodging an air-punch to the face. The beater was standing over K-Ton, but wasn't straddling him, so K-Ton still had control of pretty much all of his limbs- apparently this Beater had been under the impression that since he could air-punch, grappling was no longer important. So it there was little difficulty for K-Ton to kick his foot upwards and crush the man's balls. Sending the man sprawling to the ground, K-Ton snapped his fingers, blowing out the man's ears as a flashbang erupted near his head.

As he finished off the beater, K-Ton was vaguely aware of Killroy shooting off a flare, signalling their one minute mark. That meant Ramsey and his gas-van would be rolling in really soon, which meant it was time to skedaddle. He saw Cass helping Alex and Dante up, and half-approached, half got ready to book it out of there.

"Yo Cass, Dante, Alex, lets get a move on!"

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

PMC is not so much in limbo as it was left for dead from mass silence, but yes, you're free to make an application @Athinar

@Everyone else, I will be reviewing characters sometime this week!