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Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Not sure if it's the signs that things might finally calm down in my neck of the woods, but I've gotten a little bit of motivation to begin formulating the next two posts. Update should be incoming within the next couple of days.

X-Men: The New Era

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Interactions: Elijah Kingston @Almalthia

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Nik yawned, raising his arms in a stretch as he approached his room. His backpack was barely hanging on to his right shoulder as he swung the door to his room open. He stepped over the note and card on the floor at first, stuck in his own head space. He dropped off his backpack on his bed, sighing as he moved back to close the door. The note and card on the floor finally caught his attention, so Nik quickly reached down and picked up the card and note.

A small smile spread across his lips. He rushed to his backpack, dumping his backpack's contents on his bed, the textbooks and notebooks scattering about. Nik quickly stuffed his backpack with a few extra sets of clothes before slinging it over his shoulder once again. He quickly jogged towards the lounge with the note and card in hand, lifting it into the air as he approached Elijah. "Still got room?"

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Devronian "Dev" Gorran

Name: Devronian "Dev" Gorran
Species: Human
Age: 28
Affiliation: TBD
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:

Picture

Equipment:

• A280-CFE
  
  
  
  • Pistol Configuration
  • Rifle Configuration
  • Sniper Configuration
• Q2 Holdout Blaster
• Light Plasteel Armor Chestplate
• Pac20 Visual Wrist Comlink/Datapad
• Various Disguises (from noble to Imperial)
• Vibroknife
• Electrobinoculars
• Thermal Detonator
• Sabaak Deck w/ extra cards for cheating
• Empty Credsticks

Skills:

• Roguish Disposition: Years spent as a Fixer have forced Dev to talk his way out of nearly any situation. He has managed to con his way from the Core Worlds to the Outer Rim. When talking doesn't work, a quick slight of hand to pick a pocket or trade out a Sabacc hand helps get the job done.
• Crack Pilot: While Imperial Records never show a "Devronian Gorran" being a member of the Imperial Navy, Dev goes on to tell stories about his time at the flight academy to strangers. When in the cockpit, he isn't the greatest. Regardless, it's hard to deny that Dev can pilot and hotwire nearly any speeder or ship he's run into.
• Gunslinging: Rarely found without a blaster, Dev knows how to pull the trigger and hold the blaster right. He isn't the best shot, but he knows enough to get himself out of a tight spot.
• Disguise: The Fixer's greatest asset is his mastery of disguise. He has the clothes and prosthetics to impersonate several powerful positions. While not perfect disguises, Dev usually uses them to "get in the front door" when on assignment.

Abilities:

• Universal Translator: One of the few subdermal implants Dev has, the translator grants Dev the ability to speak and understand any languages on the open holonet.
• Cybernetic Eye (Right Eye): When the natural eye can't capture the smallest details and changes, why not replace it. The cybernetic eye allows Dev to scan targets to help predict whether they are about to draw their weapon or if they are lying, among other things. He spent a lot of money (perhaps too much) to ensure that the cybernetic eye is near indistinguishable from a natural eye.

Weaknesses:

• Compulsive Liar: Dev has a hard time telling the truth, even when nothing can be gained from lying. Needless to say... this gets him in trouble with all sorts of folk.
• Greedy: Dev would sell out his own family if it meant getting him more credits. Wave the possibility of wealth under his nose, and you have the Fixer under your thumb. He may also have a slight gambling addiction.
• Coward: He's never stuck his neck out for anyone other than himself. While not a weakness on his own part, those trusting Dev to back them up when things get tough will be sorely disappointed. That is, unless there's plenty of money on it.
• Weak Constitution: He doesn't have much endurance. He can't run for too long, hold down much liquor, or take much more than a single blaster bolt even with armor on.

Motivation:
Wealth... so he can disappear for good.

History:
Not a whole lot is known about where Dev got his start. The story he's been relatively sticking to is as follows:

"I was the son of a diplomat on Alderaan. My father served our Senator. I had a nice life, and some of the best tutors taught me how to read, talk, shoot, and fly. But it was never quite enough. So when I was old enough, I stole my parent's credits and shipped off Alderaan in the family yacht to try my luck in space. Those Separatist folks sounded like they had the right idea, fighting for trade rights and whatnot.

So I ended up at a station on the outskirts of the midrim, and I got a little too drunk. I woke up to find the credits I had were stolen, along with my damn ship. So I stole some poor fella's cargo hauler and chased after them. Spent a few weeks tracking the blokes out into Hutt Space... and turned out they were working for a damn Hutt. If you've ever tried telling a Hutt that they stole from ya... well... then you know where this story goes...

I got off light. Ended up working with the crew that stole from me. They needed a pilot and an extra hand, so I stuck with them. Fella had a cybernetic arm and went by Rex Kincaid. He was a talker like you wouldn't believe. Trained me in the arts of negotiating and lying, to the point where I was able to out-talk even him. Another fella, a surgeon, managed to hook me up with a few extra tools to help me get by out here. I ran with that crew for about five years. They mainly served to travel to various spaceports around the galaxy and steal ships off the well-off for resale. I ended up being the "actor" to get us in, with a Slicer friend of mine setting me up with identities and disguises. Rex died when one of our last jobs went south. He was irreplaceable.

I was able to pay off my debt to the Hutt I was indentured to a few pulls later, and he decided to keep me around and pay me decently. So I worked as a fixer. I'd speak to folks who needed services done, and I'd make sure the right crew got that information. Of course, I ended up skimming a bit more than I should have off the top. Once Marlo found out... oh boy. Sent a whole host of Bounty Hunters after me. That was about... two years ago now. Once I was out with Marlo, I struck it out on my own. Moved around, stole back a lot of my clients and independent contractors. Was never meant to be permanent. Ran into spots of trouble, and figured I needed to hide somewhere a little better when a Twi'lek who seemed to be a little off his rocker gave me alimony papers for one of my burner identities. I jumped on board the first freighter I could, and I ended up here on Maldra.

Needless to say, I'm sticking around here for now until I get enough credits to make it big in the Core Worlds. I have plenty of burner identities left to get me to Coruscant once I've got enough credits. Until then, you have me and my fantastic wit to keep y'all company."

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

With that being said, I've no interest in going on hiatus as is, partly because I don't think it's fair on those active posters...

@Morden Man

As one of those technically active players, I don't find putting this on hiatus for a short time unfair to me. I don't know how the others feel.

I'm naturally concerned for the course of this game. We've lost a good portion of the player base (and people with far better stories to tell than myself). But I'm here until the end. If we break, I'll return once it gets back up and running. If we continue, I've got ideas for where I'm taking the story (and I may be reaching the climax of this first mini-arc I had planned before whatever big event is to come).

I think the concern and focus of putting this game on haitus isn't to hope people return. Most of us just seem to need a break. So many of us have been swamped with work, myself included. Giving us time just helps us begin stockpiling posts for when we are ready to get back into the full swing. It's been very hard writing these last couple posts, but I don't want to just switch characters or drop this RP. I've loved the stories being told and this world that's been developed.

Since this seems to be a moment of truth, just felt like tossing my voice out here in the void to make sure it was heard.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Devronian "Dev" Gorran

Name: Devronian "Dev" Gorran
Species: Human
Age: 28
Affiliation: TBD
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:

Picture

Equipment:

• A280-CFE
  
  
  
  • Pistol Configuration
  • Rifle Configuration
  • Sniper Configuration
• Q2 Holdout Blaster
• Light Plasteel Armor Chestplate
• Pac20 Visual Wrist Comlink/Datapad
• Various Disguises (from noble to Imperial)
• Vibroknife
• Electrobinoculars
• Thermal Detonator
• Sabaak Deck w/ extra cards for cheating
• Empty Credsticks

Skills:

• Roguish Disposition: Years spent as a Fixer have forced Dev to talk his way out of nearly any situation. He has managed to con his way from the Core Worlds to the Outer Rim. When talking doesn't work, a quick slight of hand to pick a pocket or trade out a Sabacc hand helps get the job done.
• Crack Pilot: While Imperial Records never show a "Devronian Gorran" being a member of the Imperial Navy, Dev goes on to tell stories about his time at the flight academy to strangers. When in the cockpit, he isn't the greatest. Regardless, it's hard to deny that Dev can pilot and hotwire nearly any speeder or ship he's run into.
• Gunslinging: Rarely found without a blaster, Dev knows how to pull the trigger and hold the blaster right. He isn't the best shot, but he knows enough to get himself out of a tight spot.
• Disguise: The Fixer's greatest asset is his mastery of disguise. He has the clothes and prosthetics to impersonate several powerful positions. While not perfect disguises, Dev usually uses them to "get in the front door" when on assignment.

Abilities:

• Universal Translator: One of the few subdermal implants Dev has, the translator grants Dev the ability to speak and understand any languages on the open holonet.
• Cybernetic Eye (Right Eye): When the natural eye can't capture the smallest details and changes, why not replace it. The cybernetic eye allows Dev to scan targets to help predict whether they are about to draw their weapon or if they are lying, among other things. He spent a lot of money (perhaps too much) to ensure that the cybernetic eye is near indistinguishable from a natural eye.

Weaknesses:

• Compulsive Liar: Dev has a hard time telling the truth, even when nothing can be gained from lying. Needless to say... this gets him in trouble with all sorts of folk.
• Greedy: Dev would sell out his own family if it meant getting him more credits. Wave the possibility of wealth under his nose, and you have the Fixer under your thumb. He may also have a slight gambling addiction.
• Coward: He's never stuck his neck out for anyone other than himself. While not a weakness on his own part, those trusting Dev to back them up when things get tough will be sorely disappointed. That is, unless there's plenty of money on it.
• Weak Constitution: He doesn't have much endurance. He can't run for too long, hold down much liquor, or take much more than a single blaster bolt even with armor on.

Motivation:
Wealth... so he can disappear for good.

History:
Not a whole lot is known about where Dev got his start. The story he's been relatively sticking to is as follows:

"I was the son of a diplomat on Alderaan. My father served our Senator. I had a nice life, and some of the best tutors taught me how to read, talk, shoot, and fly. But it was never quite enough. So when I was old enough, I stole my parent's credits and shipped off Alderaan in the family yacht to try my luck in space. Those Separatist folks sounded like they had the right idea, fighting for trade rights and whatnot.

So I ended up at a station on the outskirts of the midrim, and I got a little too drunk. I woke up to find the credits I had were stolen, along with my damn ship. So I stole some poor fella's cargo hauler and chased after them. Spent a few weeks tracking the blokes out into Hutt Space... and turned out they were working for a damn Hutt. If you've ever tried telling a Hutt that they stole from ya... well... then you know where this story goes...

I got off light. Ended up working with the crew that stole from me. They needed a pilot and an extra hand, so I stuck with them. Fella had a cybernetic arm and went by Rex Kincaid. He was a talker like you wouldn't believe. Trained me in the arts of negotiating and lying, to the point where I was able to out-talk even him. Another fella, a surgeon, managed to hook me up with a few extra tools to help me get by out here. I ran with that crew for about five years. They mainly served to travel to various spaceports around the galaxy and steal ships off the well-off for resale. I ended up being the "actor" to get us in, with a Slicer friend of mine setting me up with identities and disguises. Rex died when one of our last jobs went south. He was irreplaceable.

I was able to pay off my debt to the Hutt I was indentured to a few pulls later, and he decided to keep me around and pay me decently. So I worked as a fixer. I'd speak to folks who needed services done, and I'd make sure the right crew got that information. Of course, I ended up skimming a bit more than I should have off the top. Once Marlo found out... oh boy. Sent a whole host of Bounty Hunters after me. That was about... two years ago now. Once I was out with Marlo, I struck it out on my own. Moved around, stole back a lot of my clients and independent contractors. Was never meant to be permanent. Ran into spots of trouble, and figured I needed to hide somewhere a little better when a Twi'lek who seemed to be a little off his rocker gave me alimony papers for one of my burner identities. I jumped on board the first freighter I could, and I ended up here on Maldra.

Needless to say, I'm sticking around here for now until I get enough credits to make it big in the Core Worlds. I have plenty of burner identities left to get me to Coruscant once I've got enough credits. Until then, you have me and my fantastic wit to keep y'all company."

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

@Witryso If you ever want to squeeze in a post with the other friendly neighborhood business mogul/vigilante, you know where to find me.

Avatar: Out of the Ashes 🔥

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Tosram Li

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@BlueSky44

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Tosram gave a short nod at his cellmate's answer. For the briefest moment, it's all he could muster. He could never imagine killing family... but he'd never been betrayed by them either. After all, family was all Tosram had left. His mind wandered for just a moment, before a small smile crept onto his lips. He was remembering when he said goodbye to his sons, how they seemed so calm. They were more centered than their father was. He'd need to tap into that strength to make it out... and so that he could do what he promised them he'd accomplish. "If I get out, I'm fighting to keep my people safe. I need to make sure this world is a safe place for my kids to grow up in. I'd warn against revenge. My mentor always said, 'vengeance is a...'"

The sounds of the guards approaching froze the words on his tongue. Talking about life after this prison... it was a sign of hope. Prisoners lived off of hope... and would die for it. His time in the Tai Li taught him that much. So Tosram got up slowly, backing away from the door as the guards arrived. He raised an eyebrow as his cellmate spoke, looking to the guards momentarily and noting their stunned look. His cellmate apparently looked like someone important... certainly something that could be useful in the right circumstances. But Tosram kept his head down and took a deep breath, getting ready to proceed to the courtyard. There was a feeling in his gut that something was coming... he just wasn't sure what.

{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

Tentative interest here. Will admit, the most recent update of the OP has thrown off my idea to create a more savage "Robin Hood and the Merry Men" now that the Woodsmen are in the picture, and since there appears to be only one forest to inhabit.

I do have a few random questions to toss out: what is the nature of alchemy in this world (if it exists at all)? Would they have access to things such as elixirs and potent chemicals like alchemist/Greek fire?

On a different note, what is the nature of the cities under King Willem's reign? Are they a slightly more urbanized fantasy city, in which there are houses and the like within city walls with public marketplaces? Would be lying if I said I wasn't considering establishing a Thieves' Guild of sorts.

The final questions I have regard the geography of the world itself. Is it mostly plains and farmland, with the exception of the mountains and deserts? How well populated is this land? Would there be a possibility for a nomadic peoples in the plains-like environment to have existed without being completely wiped out?

Just trying to get a good feel and idea for what kind of world we are dealing with before I dive headfirst into creating a character. @Kitty @Aerandir

Star Wars: The Beat (closed)

Callus gave a nod as his commanding officer responded to his question. The orders made sense, and seemed to follow the standard protocol. Slicing into the systems would be a piece of cake. Getting there... that apparently would be the difficult part. As the shuttle cut through to the hazy terrain, the sound of enemy blaster fire forced a sigh out of Orson. These missions were never that easy.

Everything he did from that point felt mechanical. Same as his squadmates, he removed his harness and clutched his weaponry in one fluid motion. He rushed out into the fray, a stray blaster bolt hitting the hull of the shuttle to his right. Orson made his way to cover almost immediately, his back pressing against a pile of junk. He peeked around the right of the pile, only to move his head back to avoid another bolt of blaster fire. He took a deep breath as he clutched his E-11 harder.

"No need to correct the fresh-blood's arithmetic, Knockout." Callus, as always, was playful over the comms. It was a simple defense mechanism when his life was on the line, and this wasn't exactly the safest situation. Callus deferred to the others in regards to pushing forward, firing small bursts of blaster fire where he could, only peeking out just enough to try and aim his fire at the junkers. Now wasn't the time for an engineer to shine: he was just focused on keeping his head down and supporting the squad.

@Gunther @Superboy

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

A disappointingly short addition to the Iron Fist story for now, but I wanted to get something out there to progress the plot. I'm in this thing as long as others are invested... and I need to finish out the story I started.