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2 yrs ago
Current Holiday hiatus coming to a close, updates for all soon!
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2 yrs ago
Stop being passive aggressive. Just be aggressive.
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3 yrs ago
It is certainly not 'optimal', but it *is* doable, depending on what you want to do with it. You could go swords or valor bard and play them more like a warrior with some magical ability
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3 yrs ago
One might say your villain arc has begun. Embrace it.
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3 yrs ago
Man do I love watching the circus
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@Jedly Thanks for the interest, as far as roles we currently have:

x3 Rapid/Mobile Assault - Highly mobile, fast units relying on dogfighting weapons and high burst damage to down opponents. - Lin, Williams, McKnight
x1 Assault - General-purpose main line assault units with sturdy armor and weapons. - Astelion
x1 Tank - Heavily armored or shielded units designed to absorb large amounts of damage. - Trapp
x2 Scout/Assault - lighter assault units that rely on guerrilla or unconventional tactics, and not generally on the main line. - Maki, Alice
x2 Fire Support - (Typically) heavily armored units with long ranged artillery as well as fairly potent staying power in close combat. - Yuuyami, Sokolov
x1 CQC - Likes to get into melee range to fuck shit up. - Gerard
x1 Sniper - Likes to stay at a long distance to fuck shit up. - Trent

- Included in this roster are also the NPC characters, so don't be too intimidated. So there's no particular role we desperately need covered, so its more your choice. A close ranged tank, or fast CQC are roles we don't have, but its player choice. An assault pilot in a Gladiator would be just as handy as another sparrow pilot or anything else a player could cook up. As long as it avoids being too outlandish or gimicky- as this is a "realism" based Rp- or as realistic as something involving giant robots can get anyway.
@Hexaflexagon aye, the honorguard capes in particular I like.
Because I'm feeling in the mood, here's a sneak peak at what we'll be facing next!


Quill pushed his way through the crowd, keeping a hand on his bag at all time, in case any scrappy thief decided to try to pick his bag while he wasn't aware. It was tough going, the majority of the townsfolk were Hyrulian, and as a result, towered over him. Even most of the non-Hyrulians seemed to be taller than him. The bustle of the crowd filled his eardrums with noise, and people shot dirty looks at him when he pushed past them too brusquely.

The Rito eventually found his way to an auction house, a tall, wood-and-stone structure that seemed to scream opulence from its exterior alone. The front porch of the building was cleanly paved, and sealed off from the rest of the market with a stone fence with metal bars sticking upwards. The one break in the fence was guarded by a pair of stern faced men in chainmail and helmets, bearing the colors of Hyrule. The two men had small shields on their arms, one of which was resting on the hilt of a sword at his hip. Both men held spears, and scanned the crowd with squinty eyes.

One of them managed to spot the short Rito standing in front of him. The guard puffed up his chest and stared the bird-man down the bridge of his nose.

"What is it, bird?"

Quill scrunched his face, but didn't reply. He was long used to Hyrulian racism and had figured it out a long time ago that trying to lash back out at the guards more often than not resulted in bodily injury and a short stint in the prison holding cells. He took a deep breath and let it go, instead, squaring his shoulders back and tapping at the satchel at his side.

"Red Pinions, delivery service, I have a high priority package for a Mr. Kamen?" Quill announced.

Sir Alexander Kamen, also known throughout some circles as the Happy Mask Salesman, was a powerful aristocrat, if not completely "clean" in his business dealings. No one ever had any more proof than rumors, but rumors offered dozens of explanations for how Sir Kamen was able to rise from his simple mask shop, to an economic juggernaut. From acquirer of masks to acquirer of antiques- masks included, the Happy Mask Salesman was now known as the owner of the foremost- and only- auction house in Castle City. Masterpieces of all manner, weapons, art, and the obscure alike were brought through this auction house and sold at huge profit.

"Fine, go ahead in. Mr. Kamen is upstairs in his office. Be quick about it." The guard said roughly as he moved his spear aside to allow the Rito to quickly enter the premises.

Entering the house, it was every bit as opulent as Quill had expected and more. The interiors were fine hardwood from deep within the Lost Woods and inlaid with gold etching. Various display cabinets, pedestals, and stands displayed masks, trinkets, and oddities of what could only be described as tremendous value, with small descriptions written on parchment.

One of the masks sitting on a glass enclosed pedestal claimed to be the one and only Fierce Diety's Mask used by the Hero of Time in times of great peril. Quill suppressed a scoff as he regarded the mask. Some man in the bazaar had offered to sell him the 'one and only Fierce Diety's Mask' several weeks prior. Counterfeits of legendary artifacts were everywhere, and Quill highly doubted that this mask was the real one.

Regardless, Quill continued upstairs, his feet gingerly stepping on the wood and gold steps, as though he were afraid that he would accidentally damage some of the fine wood in this house and be subsequently forced to pay a fine that he could not afford. Finally arriving upstairs, Quill knocked on the door that appeared to be the office of Mr. Kamen.

"Mr. Kamen? Red Pinions, delivery for you!"

"Yes, yes, one minute!" a high-pitched voice called back, muffled through the door. Noises of objects being shuffled echoed underneath the seam; then silence until the door pulled inward, opening up to a thin, tall man in dark garb, ginger hair and... closed eyes, moving as though he could see even through closed lids.

"Welcome, welcome!" he chuckled with a curt, though dramatically low bow, one arm behind his back and the other sweeping in gesture and giving a brief glimpse of a room of rich orange alder wood, ebony furniture and an assortment of desks, books and varieties of bright magical baubles, novelties, relics and artifacts. "What is it that you are delivering? Just to be certain that the order is correct and such." Mouth spread in a cheshire grin, the man began flipping through the pages of a thin ledger, eyes still closed... were not his hands empty a moment ago?

Quill was somewhat taken aback by the thin, spindly man that was the Happy Mask Salesman. He was neither as dominating or intimidating as Quill had expected, but something about his demeanor, and how his eyes always appeared closed was... unnerving. Quill stood there for several moments just processing what was happening before he realized that he was standing there and staring. With a slight splutter, Quill quickly patted his hands at his sides, searching for his bag, and pulled out a package. It was weighty, but small, and covered in brown canvas and securely tied up.

"I'm sorry Mr. Kamen, but I wouldn't know, I was specifically told not to open or inspect the contents of this package, I just have the sender and receiver information." Quill explained as he offered up the package.

"Ah... very well," he replied, taking the package and lifting it up near to his face as though to peer into it. He shook it softly and tilted his head, putting his ear close. A moment's pause and he smiled softly, an inward chuckle shaking his chest.

"Yes, indeed, very well," he muttered-whether to himself of to Quill, though, was uncertain.

With an alarming change of pace and speed, Mr. Kamen bolted upright, 'staring' the courier directly in the eyes. "Alright! Indeed, I have been awaiting this delivery eagerly. Do you want any sort of refreshment-water, tea, an ale-before you depart? Ah, and how much do I owe you for the delivery?"he said, turning his head askew to withdraw a decorated leather wallet.

"Ah- uhm." Quill managed to stutter, thoroughly surprised by the sudden change in speed. He was forced a step back as Mr. Kamen suddenly began staring at him, though one could argue that stare was not the correct term of phrase.

"Uh, service charge for high priority packages falls under a flat rate of 40 Rupees," Quill said, recalling the prices for delivery he had ingrained in his memory. Still, for some reason he felt uneasy demanding money from such a powerful man, even though it was his job.

The man nodded thrice rapidly, beaming as he offered over a couple of small red crystals-two in total, each of them the value of twenty a piece. "Here you are. And your refreshment? Ye or nay? I shan't take offense at refusal; 'tis only goodhearted gratitude."

Pocketing the crystals, Quill hesitated when the Happy Mask Salesman offered him refreshments. Sure, the man said he wouldn't be offended at refusal, but at the same time, something about the Happy Mask Salesman- maybe his wealth, or reputation, told the back of Quill's mind that refusing Mr. Kamen wasn't in his best interests.

"Sure, I could go for some water," Quill replied uneasily, as the man welcomed him into his office.

With a nod, Mr. Kamen spun on his heel and stepped briskly over to a desk against a wall where a small metal pot sat atop a rim of metal, a faintly glowing gem visible beneath the coils. With a mumbled keyword and a flick of a finger, the energies in the crystal sprang to life and setting the metal coil glowing with heat as it brought the water to a boil. "A delightful novelty, this contraption. The man who invented it really should have made a fortune by it. Alas, it was too easily reproducible by others and, while he was well off for it, hardly reaped what it really deserved," he mused as he lifted the pot and angled it, letting hot water pour out into a cup." Then he offered held it out, waving in gesture for Quill to enter the room. "'tis Death Mountain hot spring water. 'tis much better hot."

"Ah, thank you." Quill replied as he accepted the hot cup, taking a seat in front of the Happy Mask Salesman's desk. Taking a sip, Quill really didn't notice the difference between this and normal water. Perhaps it was a rich person thing. Nevertheless, Quill sipped at the cup, not really sure what to say to the mysterious man.

Musing some hummed tune, said mystery went behind his desk and set the package down on a shelf next to other odd objects-lockets, bones, letters and so on. Whatever it was really was anyone's guess. "You're quite welcome. So, have you any other business in town, or are just to return to Dragon Roost after this?"

"I haven't been back to Dragon Roost in years," Quill replied with a small chuckle, "But I'm here ahead of the rest of my caravan, so I have at least the next few days in town." Quill said as he peered about the room, examining the oddities and trinkets scattered throughout the shelves in the office.

"Oh? Why is that?"

"No particular reason," Quill replied with a shrug, "Just trying to make my own way in the world."

"Ah. Always at work, then?" he said musingly, taking a seat in the dark wooden chair behind the desk and folding his arms across it.

"Something like that," Quill replied, "keeps me fed, and my family back home too. Also keeps me up on my feet."

"And wing, I imagine," he chuckled with a tilt of his head, peering... for an unnerving, silent length before speaking again. "Well, if you're free and like to stay on your feet... I have a delivery to be made to someone in town, if you're interested."

It'd be wrong to say that Quill wasn't somewhat suspicious. The Happy Mask Salesman was rumored to be involved in some shady business. Of course, that might just be rumors. Of course, Quill was not one to condemn people for stepping into the shadier side of the law. While not doing it on a regular basis, Quill had occasionally stepped into the other side of the law.

"What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Kamen?"

"Moving this," the merchant said as he stood up and stepped over to a shelf and picked up a sealed letter, offering it over. "There's a bit of a ruckus going on today in the... less savory parts of town. I want this delivered to the leader of a certain rogue element within the city-however, I am uncertain as to where they are at the moment. Are you up for a bit of a search?" Kamen slid the parcel across the desk to lay in front of Quill, a silvery hexagonal crystal atop it.

Quill's eyes widened, while not an unheard of sum of money, a silver rupee was a large amount for little more than a transport fee. Furthermore, the job, while not exactly the cleanest of jobs, wasn't nearly as unsavory as Quill had expected. It was just a plain delivery job. Granted, it was a delivery to a seedy criminal-type, but nothing too out of the ordinary.

Reaching out and grabbing both the crystal and the letter, Quill nodded. "Alright then, where am I taking this?"

Kamen chuckled and folded his hands behind his back. "As I said, 'twill be a search. Follow the commotion; you are looking for a nest of goblin ilk. They are all coalesced into one faction at the moment, to my understanding, so no worry of happening across the wrong one and taking none too kindly."
@Nevis I'm back on the titanpad
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Size β€” 500x250
Text β€” "Falling Skies"
Other β€” This sig is meant to encompass the entirety of my sci-fi series here on the guild, which aims at being a gritty, semi-realistic military series. The feel I have for this something super-modern, techy, militaristic, etc. I really like the way you did the text on your current sig, along with all the geometric designs and whatnot. I'm not sure what other detail I should throw at you, but I was incredibly impressed with your work so far and thought I'd put up a request.

@Rockette
NOW CLOSED TO FURTHER INTEREST


Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team



And here is the link to the main thread if you wish to read up on what you're getting into!
Link to the IC/OOC!






Hello everyone! Welcome to the second interest check for "Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team"! This interest check is being put up to rejuvenate the cast and fill in some missing spots in our player roster.

This particular RP will follows the adventures of a group of men and women from the Earth Empire’s 101st Legion. I will be accepting up to two new players, so this is not first come first served. This is a Robo-Suit-like RP, like Gundam and Robotech, Front Mission and Super Robot Wars. Unlike typical Gundam series, I aim to make this RP seem more realistic and gritty and have implemented several systems to make these giant robots feel more like advancements of technology rather than than over-the-top, with super maneuvers capable of destroying dozens of enemies at a time.


Plot and Context:

Fortress world Cerol has fallen. Bastion of the UEE, the Fortress planet has long stood as a bulwark of defense on the UEE's frontlines. Serving as a major staging point for UEE forces along the frontlines, the Fortress world of Cerol has long been regarded as defensible as Mars or Earth itself. Assaulted by a massive Coalition fleet, its defense fleets and station were ultimately destroyed after a hard fought battle.

Defeated and wounded, the EENS Solace retreats from the ruined planet, and attempts to link up with other surviving forces, who have split up in disarray and attempt to retreat to other UEE bases. Receiving a encrypted message and set of coordinates from Admiral Ardin, nephew to the Emperor of the UEE, the EENS Nixon attempts to rendezvous with friendly forces.

The players of this thread will be joining the men and women of the 7th Mobile Armor Suit team, following the loss of the UEE Fortress world Cerol. Retreating from battle, this second group of players will join the main cast as they venture deep into Coalition Space in order to capture and destroy a Coalition Super Weapon. Our story will be dramatic and tense as we attempt to prevail over insurmountable odds. Our characters will face daunting challenges, testing their wit and willpower, as well as their morals as they are pushed to their absolute limits in this RP that blends the humanity and melodrama of a space opera, with giant robots.

Terminology and Technology:






Mobile Armor Suit Builder:



Commonly Encountered MAS's:






Rules:

1. This Roleplay will have above average standards. I will be expecting at least a few well written paragraphs, and absolutely NO ONE LINERS.
2. Please do not write in first person.
3. No Mary/Gary Sues, its alright for your character to be a hero, but they're not perfect.
4. No God-modding. Its no fun for anyone. I value your characters, but I will not hesitate to injure them if they do something exceedingly stupid.
5. This RP will have mature content. Violence, foul language, and mature themes are freely allowed. However for the sake of decency any sexual acts will fade to black (or will be taken to PM) before it goes too far.
6. Player Knowledge is not necessarily character knowledge. Just because you know something (be it through OOC or someone else's post) does not necessarily mean your character knows.
7. As GM, my word is law, I will expect you to respect any executive decision I make.
8. If players find a ruling of mine unfair, they are allowed, and encouraged to speak up and offer sound reasoning to dispute my decisions. Provided the discussion is productive, polite, and reasonable, decisions I make may change.

Character Sheets:

The following are the Character Skeletons for the 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team. The CS's are a 2 part set. The first part is your character, the pilot. The second part is your MAS, which you can make using the builder above. As a note, unlike the original cast, characters for this recruitment thread are not from the 7th MAS team, but are still members of the 101st Legion. Players/Characters are also allowed to use Next-Gen UEE MAS- though choosing this option will give you less customization options than making one yourself, still its your choice.

β€œGallant. Weren't you ever taught not to draw a weapon on a superior officer? The Captain is going to have you peeling potatoes until you become an old man like me"

"Fucking christ Trapp." McKnight grunted as he lowered his weapon. That was the last of their pilots, McKnight keyed the all clear signal on the comms, which would signal the marine team to begin recalling back to their assault craft. Now that they had all their pilots back, McKnight allowed himself a moment to relax, only to be brought back to alarm has his proximity sensors began blaring red. His rear view camera sprung up, allowing him the view of the glowing muzzle of a Coalition plasma weapon before his machine was roughly shoved aside by Trapp in his new craft.

However, what should've been a fatal shot seemed to have been rendered null, as where a pile of slag should've been stood an undamaged coalition machine, its shields still standing strong despite taking a direct hit from a plasma bolt. Whatever that machine was, it must've been mounting a shield unit with at least a level 4 rating. McKnight righted his Shrike, pulling it off the ground, and running a quick impact diagnostics. Other than some rubble getting stuck on his unit's shoulder, there wasn't anything particularly wrong with his unit luckily, MAS were typically built to withstand physical impact and combat shocks.

Trapp unslung a laser rifle and downed the offending machine, whilst he handed the reigns over to McKnight for the remainder of the mission. Offering quips that seemed to denote that none of them had been subject to any amount of torturous interrogation. Grabbing a spare booster pack, McKnight handed it to the coalition machine, and hoped that the hardware would sync.

"Negative on that, Maki. We're getting the hell off this rock." McKnight replied as he shouldered his weapons. They had spent enough time on this god forsaken rock. Not to mention, the fleetwide general tac-comms were blowing up with the space battle up above. If anything, they were more needed up there than down here. Luckily for them, since they had finished destroying most of the base's defenses, short of their remaining infantry, they could exit the battlefield relatively unchallenged. They just had to keep a lookout for shoulder mounted rocket launchers and surviving coalition MAS.

Miraculously, none of their booster packs had received compromising damage in the battle, due to their rapid strike. Settling in his seat and securing his straps, McKnight activated his boosters, also preparing to trigger his own thrusters to aid the rocket pack. With a rumble, the Shrike burst into the air, the booster expending the rest of its fuel to get out of the planet's atmosphere, the Shrike's own thrusters bursting occasionally to supplement the take off. He shuddered in his seat as the machine punched itself out of the atmosphere. Luckily Jehan was comparable to earth planetary settings, so they didn't have to spend a long time readjusting their systems.

Switching his OS back to zero-g combat mode, McKnight and the rest of the 7th MAS exited the planet's atmosphere to find themselves back in the remains of a battle. As they entered space, they were greeted with the sight of a wounded Lincoln with its two escorts, as well as the debris from a gutted and destroyed Coalition cruiser, and the remnants of its escort ships. Despite the fact that there was no sound in space, the battlescape seemed eerily quiet, as the remains of half active Ferir II's and aerospace fighters floated between the ship corpses, pilots dead or dying. McKnight's sensors were littered with distress signals of both UEE and Coalition origin. Several signals were close enough to inspect, though McKnight was saddened to find that several of the pilots had already expired before anyone had been able to reach them. The void was a cold and lonely place to die.

Shuddering, McKnight muttered a short prayer for the dead souls, but kept his eyes on his sensors regardless. The last thing they needed was an enemy to reactivate and pop out of the graveyard to attack them. Phantom heat signatures from leaking engine cores, burnt out shield generators, and residual heat from plasma weapons littered their sensors and played havoc, though the AI would still be able to pick up enemy contacts via sudden movement in the debris field.

Lincoln command, this is Gallant. Mission is complete, returning to base. McKnight called over the comm as prepared to enter the hangar, just in time to see Sokolov's Centurion and Astelion's Sentinel pulling the corpse of a Ferir out of the hangar. The hangar was a mess as McKnight and the rest of the 7th landed. Aside from the mess that was already there before the 7th had engaged in their mission, was the results of a relatively large firefight in the hangar. Bodies of coalition soldiers and UEE soldiers alike were currently being moved into separate places in the hangar, the remains of sheets and cloth being pulled over the dead men.

The Shrike landed and walked to its spot in the hangar, and McKnight finally allowed himself to slump in his seat.

"Goddam." McKnight managed to say as the cockpit opened for the first time in what seemed like ages, and the artificial light of the hangar spilled into his cockpit.

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