vietmyke

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

@Silverwind Blade very likable, Goldman's good to go.
@Krayzikk bit of a wild child, but will probably work well with the team dynamic. Good to go.
@Plank Sinatra and we have our rookie. Good to go.

Sorry I've been so slow on the take everybody- just got a new job recently and its still a bit hectic getting used to how everything works. I'll throw up a character for myself and we'll get this show on the road sometime tonight or tomorrow

Down and Out - Cyberpunk RP

@MegaOscarPwn I liked it, but I was waiting for a few more before I started going into more in depth feedback

@Stitches you and your friends are free to apply, but keep in mind I'm only looking for a maximum of about 4 players for this RP, so spots are not first come first served

@Illumin0sity sounds perfect.

As far as date and time for everything to be completed.. I'm not too sure. I just got a new job, and everything's pretty hectic right now so I'm kind of backed up in regards to time. I aim to start this RP probably late next week, so I'd prefer character sheets submitted by... lets say Wednesday or Thursday?

Down and Out - Cyberpunk RP

@Crosswire If you look underneath the Character Sheets section, there is a hider for character sheet format.

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

I'm pretty sure most of them are pretty reasonable, I'll take a quick look over everyone again when I get back from work, but I don't recall any red flags sticking out for anyone's character

Down and Out - Cyberpunk RP

@jasonwolf The main concern I guess is how the pilot will be able to control the drone from so far away- how susceptible it is to outside interference, and if its impervious to interference how he managed to get his hands on such a drone.

The size shape and capabilities of the drone itself are acceptable.

Valhalla Chronicles

As Hisano spoke, the face remained impassive- tired even, though there was a hint of bemusement that could be seen as a result of her accidental- or intentional sass. Without breaking eye contact, the bartender flagged down a younger looking woman- perhaps a few years younger than Hisano.

"Cheryl, watch the bar." The bartender said to the girl, who merely nodded, and took a position behind the bar. "You, follow me." He said to Jessica as he shoved his hands into his pockets, producing a cigarette and a lighter. He led her to the spiral staircase- at which point the big man stood aside, allowing them to pass through.

The big man was handsome, even if his face was rather forgettable- so forgettable in fact Hisano probably would have difficulty remembering what the man's face looked like if she didn't keep staring at it. Not that it made him difficult to notice, the big bouncer was easily over 7 feet tall and as broad as a bear. Everything about the bouncer was impeccable- a perfectly tailored suit, a smart and clean hairstyle with a fashionable beard, shiny manicured nails and a strong facial features. He probably would've made it as a model if he wasn't so big.

If the main floor was the bar, the second level was a cross between a VIP area and a lounge. Music on this floor was much quieter, and less than a dozen souls populated the floor. People smoked on cigars and drank casually with one another while lounged on couches- as run down as the furniture was. This wasn't to be their destination, as the bartender led her behind the VIP lounge and into a rather dimly lit backroom.

It must've been a sort of storage area for the bar, filled with crates of shitty, synthetic alcohol, and pre-preserved food. The walls were industrial and metallic, and while Hisano couldn't see anything, she got the feeling that there was more to this particular room than meets the eye. The bartender took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing out a billow of smoke. Now that he was no longer leaning against the bar and in the neon light, Hisano got a better look at him. He was tall, broad shouldered, and had more grey hair than it first appeared. The man wasn't old by any means, but he was several years past his prime.

He closed the door behind him and looked at her for a while. After a short, awkward silence. He spoke.

"Tommy DeGarro isn't a name I've heard in a while, much less seen. Kid's got a lot of nerve telling folks about other's handles and where to find them. Speaking of, where's that fucker anyway?"

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

Alrighty, if everyone's still here I'll probably get us started up soon

Valhalla Chronicles

The bartender wordlessly nodded to her as he picked up a tumbler, dropped a round ball of ice into it, and poured a translucent brown liquid into it. At a glance, it looked like whiskey-synthetic of course. It smelled terrible, and tasted worse- like synthetic alcohol. But, in this day and age- real whiskey was incredibly expensive, and not something one would find at a bar in the Chinese Quarter. It was definitely strong, and it cleansed the senses- at least for a moment before the muddying properties of alcohol followed it.

The bartender was a tall man of middling age, his hair was cut short and very white, and somewhat shoddily groomed- the white tinted blue from the neon lights behind him, and he sported a short, but full beard of a much darker brown color. He wore a red buttonup shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black vest over it. His right arm was adorned with a silver watch, and his left arm was a rather obvious cybernetic, bands of mechanical muscle in stark black- a bit different than the chrome and gunmetal that was very much the rage lately. He took Hisano's credstick and fed it into a small credit chit- a simple device for customers to slot their credsticks into for payment, meant for businesses rather than individuals.

The Credstick dinged, and the credit chit flashed "$7.00" in neon numerals for a second before disappearing behind the counter. The bartender gave the credit chit a dirty look, almost like he wished the price was higher, but he said nothing as he placed the chit under the counter, instead replacing it with a blue microfiber washcloth. Dunking the tumbler under the counter for a moment, he reproduced the now clear glass and began absentmindedly rubbing it with the washcloth. The bartender shot her a dark, but surprised look when she said the name "Talesin". The big man standing nearby guarding the stairs also seemed to hear. Out of the corner of her eyes, Hisano could see the already big man standing up even straighter, his casually crossed arms slowly dropping to his sides.

The bartender pressed his elbows against the surface of the bar and leaned in. The bartender stared at her with an analyzing look- one eye was brown, the other a cybernetic without color.

"Whose asking?" the bartender's gravelly growl responded. The tone wasn't aggressive, but it was filled with a dark suspicion that bore the implication that whoever Talesin was, theirs was a name that held gravity in this place.

Visual Representation for bartender

Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

Pretty sure Galahad would get along with Duren. Drinking buddies perhaps

Telecommunications

Reinhardt, Jack

Jack Reinhardt

Dead man walking

^{Incidentally, a great approximation for his voice}

Physical Description
Jack is a big man. Standing over most at 6'5", Jack is a bear of a man, built like a truck and hitting just about as hard. He has a serious and imposing demeanor, with a rigid posture and broad shoulders. Jack has rough facial features, age lines strongly imprinted on his face lack of youthful enthusiasm implies this man has seen some shit. His face is curtained off by a thick brown beard, and a white head of hair, while a large scar runs down the left side of his face. Presumably as a result of the wound that left his facial scar, his left eye is a cybernetic replacement. The most notable part of his body is his left arm, which has been replaced by a black cyberarm. His outfits are plain and subtle, t-shirts and tank tops with jeans and cargo pants, tucked into utilitarian boots, and covered by leather jackets.

Psyche
Incredibly blunt and to the point, but subtle, cool headed and streetwise. Cynical and jaded, Jack is generally cold and untrusting and is slow to warm up to others. Jack is as confident as he is ruthless, and in his younger years, he had gotten into trouble more than once for violent conduct and insubordination in the workplace. Though generally calm, Jack walks with a haggard look in his eye- seemingly waiting for someone to push his buttons the wrong way. While slow to boil, Jack has a bit of a temper, and gets fairly aggressive when properly riled up. His mere presence can be intimidating to those of weaker will and constitution, and even those with tougher constitution find themselves scared shitless when this man decides to start interrogating. Despite his gruff and prickly exterior, Jack holds a begrudging soft spot for children- despite the fact that his appearance typically scares them.

Motivations
A man with a deathwish, Jack seems content to do nothing more than sit at the local bar and drink himself to sleep every night. A functioning alcoholic and drug addict, Jack finds himself relying on healthy doses of painkillers to get him through his day to day. Though his pill habit is kept a secret from all but his closest companions, its still pretty easy to notice smell the burned tobacco and liquor around him at times- the miasma of a man slowly losing himself.

Its hard to predict when the cop will become the criminal, when whatever dirty laundry he's probably hiding will come out to play. Not that it really matters, no one doubts Jack will probably be dead before that happens- either at the end of a smarter crook's smoking gun, or his own.

Until then, Jack seems to do whatever job he's given with a sort of dogged determination, as though seeking some sort of absolution.

Relations
n/a

Personal History

Born and raised in Baltimore, Jack Reinhardt was born the oldest son to the Baltimore City police officer, and a doctor. His childhood was not one of major note, he went to public school, got relatively good grades, got into a few scraps, and made it to adulthood without dying. With only average marks in school, and not enough money to go to college, Jack opted instead for military service and at the age of 18 enlisted in the Army. He met the woman of his dreams shortly afterwards, moved to Detroit and got married at the age of 21. 4 years later, his daughter was born. The family lived a rather mundane life, with a small apartment in the city, but were happy.

Happiness seems to be a fleeting sensation these days, and it wouldn't last long. Jack's life in the military resulted in him staying away from home for months at a time. His wife eventually got involved in drugs- Super-Sid, as the street called it, a doped up version of your everyday acid. Missed calls, strained arguments, and heated shouting matches over the course of a few years, and Jack and his wife would eventually separate, his ex-wife taking their daughter with her. Burnt out, upset, and disillusioned, Jack left the military and moved back home to Detroit.

There weren't many legal careers for a man with no college degree, and little training outside shooting and fighting, but instead of turning to crime, Jack eventually began finding work as a police officer, his military training and aptitude quickly taking him from beat cop to detective in a short two years. Despite his unorthodox (read: violent) methods and occasional disciplinary hearing, Jack was did well in the DCPD, breaking doors and limbs, shooting down crims, and getting no small amount of shit for it. After a short stint as a detective, Jack was moved to Vice and found his best fit: Undercover work.

Jack's first and biggest undercover job was with the local Triads- who were breaking the status quo: being too rowdy, going and spreading their influence outside their 'agreed upon' boundaries with the police, starting fights with other mobs- often to the detriment of life and legal businesses. In short, they were causing more trouble than their payoffs to the police were worth. Luckily for the DCPD, they had a guy embedded inside the Triads already, and getting Jack into their fold quick. What happened next was a long game, ingratiating himself within the Triad ranks, while still giving inches to the DCPD- all without getting caught. Jack excelled at it.

While the records of the case are confidential, after 3 years the Triad's were forced out of their newly acquired territory and forced back into their usual stomping grounds. While the Triads didn't lose any particularly large amounts of funds- as their venture into this new territory was relatively small by their standards, it was still a kick to their shins. Jack was pulled out, given a new look, and sent back out into other various undercover assignments. Life went on for Jack Reinhardt for another few years. It was around this time his life truly started falling apart.

Jack and his ex-wife took another stab at trying to make their relationship work- for the sake of their daughter. They tried three times to be a happy couple again, and all three times ended up in screaming, broken glass, and lots of alcohol. Their interactions occasionally got violence, and eventually protective services came and collected their daughter from them. This did little to soothe the conflicts of the former couple.

What happened next is a lot of rumor and speculation, hushed up and hidden behind miles of red tape, black books, and disclosed records. However, the long and short of it is, on February 26th 2017, two body bags left the Reinhardt residence on ambulances late that night and Jack Reinhardt was placed on administrative leave while an investigation went underway. A funeral was held two weeks later for Amanda Allis-Reinhardt. Official cause of death was noted as death by plasma projectile, killed by a home invader who believed no one was home. Jack Reinhardt returned to duty a week later.

Jack continued working for Vice as an undercover agent for the next 2 years, took place in a variety of operations, stings, and hits. It was notable that his tendencies had started becoming a lot more wild and violent since the death of his wife, but with Vice, results were all that mattered. Jack would eventually be pulled from Vice to join the DCPD's newest unit.

Equipment
Augments

• Cyberarm - Sleek and aggressive, Jack obtained this augment sometime after his stint in the Triads. The arm itself is removable at the shoulder and has various functions built into it. Stronger than a human arm by far, the knuckles have built in shock pads for delivering debilitating shocks, and the fingers have a variety of handy tools built into them, including an auto-lockpick in the pinky and a torch-lighter in the pointer finger.
• Cybereye - Obtained after a scuffle with a particularly rowdy drug dealer armed with a knife, Jack's left eye is a no-nonsense, functional cybereye. It has a built in sighting display for weapons, a low light enhancement, and a digital recorder that stores stills and videos to a micro-storage card stored in a slot behind his left ear. It also tells time!

Weapons & Armor

• SubTech Micro T50 Plasma Pistol

  
  A miniaturized, subcompact version of the SubTech T50, this powerful energy pistol is the go to pistol for undercover cops and FBI agents alike. Small and easily concealed, this tiny frame sports a wide 12.7mm bore, and its powerful energy bolts can easily put down a man with a single shot. Due to its short barrel and large bore, the Micro T50's range leaves something to be desired, but does well enough for the confines of the cityscape. The Micro T50 is compatible with most handgun Electron-Magazines and a standard E-Mag can fire 10 high powered blasts. Jack's Micro T50 is black, with a rubberized grip and a smart-link sight.
• Armored Leather Jacket - A sturdy leather jacket with layers of kevlar woven in underneath it. The inside of the jacket has slots to slide in armor plates for added protection. Great for undercover work