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Open Space / Their Neck of the Woods. (Marakai)
« on: July 23, 2017, 06:34:49 pm »
Out on the fringe of known space, neither within the solar system nor outside of the area entirely, It stands...   It dwells in the company of asteroids, and is not dwarfed by them.  It is not a thing of nature.  It is the Nemesis.  A massive device, a machine of human design and incredible engineering: It was a ship, a base, a mining machine, a home - whatever you needed it for, there it would be.  Well...once it's completed.  The Nemesis is the sum total of all their technological power put towards a mighty creation, but it needs resources to complete it.  What began originally as the construction of a Dyson Sphere around a huge plasma-based reactor - heavily armored and heat-shielded to prevent tampering - soon transformed into the ultimate project for the Black Talon.

Who are the Black Talon?  They are the descended people from a group of colonists and terraformers who had learned en route to the beginning of their journey - departure from the solar system - that their higher-ups and financial backers had composed this trip in an ill-conceived manner.  Their ship was not superfast, which was necessary to reach a new star, nor was there stasis to keep them all alive and still young for when they maybe got there.  Ha ha ha...NO.  Those in charge had left the people best-qualified to comment on such an oversight out of the loop until the last second.  The result: A complete mess.  They had a ship which could easily last for generations, but the only solution the command staff had was for them to breed like rapids and live only on recycled food for the next several generations.

You can imagine, then, the rebellion that occurred afterwards, where the NEW leaders decided to break out all of the ship's gear, every bit of equipment used to support and alter life, and use it. They had all that they needed to change the ship and even themselves on the genetic level, all while feeding themselves, developing newer technology to work with, and so on.  Why?  The Long Game.  It was a plan conceived of perseverence.  They would be altered genetically, so as to increase physical and mental capability, and then pass their genes onto the next generation, and so on...until they became a people who needed less terraforming and were simply too powerful to be killed off by nature or hazards.  This was the christening of the Black Talon, within the vessel they now dubbed the Black Legion, owing to a singular commitment to a goal throughout the years.

Years have passed, flipping generations!  The Black Legion is a large longboat-style battleship in space, cast in black and gray with the Talon insignia on its back in red against the black of the hull.  A large ship, numerous defensive cannons and missles, tri-barreled main cannon up front - All of this militaristic power and it's still essentially home.  However, it's not the only home, not with the Nemesis project started so many years ago.  The Black Legion lately goes out to gather resources among asteroids.  With many of its labs moved to the Nemesis, its stores are much more free to do that.  The Nemesis itself had engines to move it, guns and missles to defend itself, but a number of its important systems were not complete.  It was developed to support the Black Talon, but it was also made to grind celestial bodies down and extract the raw materials for use.  Those mechanisms were not in operation, nor were the largest cannons, and not all of the ship was filled yet either.  The work must continue, and so therefore must the constant defense of their position against all challengers.

Truth be told, they had very few intruders.  This was an area of space in the system that was far from any planet and not exactly near anyone's regularly-traveled space route.  If they DID, however, come to this area, they could find themselves beset by giant mechs.  Originally developed for mining purposes, the Black Talon excelled in developing large robotic vehicles as a military force.  You could be drifting along in your ship when suddenly....holy crap, there'd be these flying robots that looked like space-age assassins coming out of nowhere, ready to carve you to pieces with energy blades.  Well...such people often need practice, even after training.  Hell, even the experts have to be sure of themselves.  Thus, we come to the crimson death machine currently drifting into an open and rockless spot, with mostly asteroids as reference points.

The term 'death machine' was likely appropriate for the Blood Omen.  It was armed, it was dangerous, and it was most-definitely a machine...and alive.  At this time, his pilot - It identified as a him - was in concentration, and they were moving at great speed, maneuvering to catch them, the little targeting drones which flew at random speeds and directions.  Their problem was thus: They weren't random enough, not for the humanoid battle machine which overtook them with main engines flaring orange and maneuvering engine-wings repositioning it and altering its attack vector at the drop of a hat.  The clawed hand of the thing actually reached out and stabbed the drone.  The Omen's single visor-eye then raked an eye beam across the one that had zigged while the other had zagged, and then fired a pinpoint beam at a third that was further away.  The Blood Omen stopped.

This is a waste of time.  We do not require practice, I especially with my targeting system.

The point is to do it the hard way to prove that even the most instinctive reaction will be the correct one.

My tracking equipment IS by instinct.

Then, you have nothing to worry about with this menial task.

A number of drones had been killed off rather quickly.  They were not built to test the Blood Omen, which was as capable in speed as it was in destruction.

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Wanderers and Independents / Terra Laedo and the Blood Omen
« on: July 19, 2017, 03:22:05 am »
This is actually a double profile, so please pay double attention to it.

Black Talon Database

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__________________QUICK STATS
Name: Terra Laedo
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Ethnicity: N/A
Height: 5'8
Occupation: Ace Pilot
Residence: Space, aboard the Black Legion or the Nemesis

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Physical Description: So!

Well, to begin with, we have this picture from an anime called Strike The Blood.

Terra is a physically-fit and athletic figure, with black hair that terminates at the small of her back and violet eyes.  She often looks serious, though she is not incapable of smiling or any other reaction.  She just has...control.  You find her most-often in a reinforced white flight-suit that is capable of sustaining life in space.  This, plus the addition of her helmet, actually makes her appear like The Stig from Top Gear.  So, if you SEE The Stig in space, it might actually be her.  Any time she wears normal clothing, it's always gonna be a shirt and pants, preferrably something that isn't stupid-looking.

Personality: Hoo boy...

She is a soldier, an ace pilot.  It's her life and her duty, but it's alot more complicated than that.  You see, Terra has a life and a joy and a responsibility.  It's just that she takes all of them very seriously.  Her life is in space, a part of an orgaization which left this area, but waited somewhere on the fringe to build up its strengths.  She believes in that organization, and she fights for that organization.  Her joy is swift acceleration and combat.  It may have been something she was taught, but she took to it and made it her own.  Her responsibility is to the lives and the success of the Black Talon.  Each failing, and every life lost, is a sting upon her mind.  She is very driven.

Terra has a full range of emotions, but it is within her power to control the physical reactions of them.  She will not laugh, cry, or rage unless she feels that it is appropriate to.  This does not mean that there is something wrong with her brain.  Generations of genetic augmentation have allowed for something to go RIGHT with the brains of the Black Talon, that being the ability to manage one's own body directly, to override normal motor reflexes and substitute with another command.  Terra's discipline is such that she will not do something unhealthy with it, as there had been some abusers of this ability in the past.

Her natural demeanor is that of the no-nonsense person, with the cynic and deadpan snarker near at hand.  More often than not, what people notice is that she tends to remain calm at all times.  When this changes is when you watch out.

Magic/Abilities: No actual magic, but...

Genetic Augmentation - Agents of the Black Talon have generationally enhanced themselves to maximize their physical potential, and then pass these traits onto their kids, who then themselves get enhanced, as well.  After several such generations, people like Terra are physically faster and more agile than normal people, with good levels of stamina and great reaction time.  Strength and enddurance were increased, as well, but not all that much (except in Berserkers), in an effort to promote true athletes.  On top of this, the senses are also acute, and Terra personally has Synesthesia, meaning that input from the other senses can appear as color in her vision.

Implanted Knowledge - While being modified, young members of the organization are given information directly into the brain.  Terra trained and studied while young, but since her learning capacity was expected to be high, this was mostly a consumption of knowledge and review experience to fortify the info that was basically programmed into her.  Because of this, she has a great understanding of several science and medical areas (physics, astonomy, biology, higher math, etc.), but also combat theory, piloting, and a number of others conducive to her life.  Weirdly, these studies...which have helped her become a great pilot in space...have also made it possible to calm a child with the right use of pressure points.

Direct Motor Control - So, you know those things your body does automatically?  Your heartbeat, your immune system, your emotional reactions, your adrenaline surges, and so on?  After years of genetic enhancement to allow them to tap into the body's full potential, the Black Talon have succeeded.  Terra has true control over her body.  She can operate her own adrenal glands, slow her heartbeat down, tell her stomach to shut up for a while, and more.  She can cut off pain and tell her body which wounds to priorities on.  She can feel less emotion OR more.  Uhh...let's just say that procreation in the Black Talon goes down very well.

Relationships:

The Black Talon - Genetically-engineered people on the fringe of known space.

The Blood Omen - Personal self-guided mech.

The Stig - ???

History: First, the one...

Many years ago, a large ship left Earth with designs to explore space and terraform distant worlds.  However, on their way to the edge of known space, it became apparent that the progenitors of this bold plan did not really understand the difficulty behind leaving one's home star and going out there into the unknown.  This vessel could operate longterm, but as a colony ship with a large assortment of varied human beings and such, it didn't seem likely that the generations would do very well, down the lines, what with the nearest stars being so very far away, and this ship being geared for long use, not frigging light speed or FTL, nor its crew given the luxury of sleeping in come kind of stasis until needed.  The original colonists were disenheartened and angry, but there was a solution.  It was extremely long and would require total commitment to the cause.  If they simply ignored Plan A and went along their own path, eventually their descendants would be victorious over space, with all of its hazards and pitfalls.

On that day, the Black Talon was formed.

Officers aboard the ship, now re-dubbed as the Black Legion, who opposed the new plan were taken into custody as new leaders stepped up.  They would make use of their machinery and knowledge NOW, but not to induce changes in planets or erect life-supporting bases.  They would rebuild the ship and rebuild themselves.  Life and humanity aboard this vessel would change forever.  Thus, they worked tirelessly, for the future, right after the coup to take over the ship.  Theyhung quietly around asteroids as time passed, for resources and for cover, and they were all soon forgotten.  The Black Legion became a stronger vessel, more capable of defending itself and supporting life en masse, as well as enhancing lives.  Genetic engineering started, and all members aboard the craft had two significant enhancements made.  Their physiology was enhanced a little and (most importantly) genetic compatibility was made more prevalent, which would assuredly ease the work of future generations.

Time passed...  ALOT of time, in fact.

Somewhere along the lines, the Black Talon realized that their ship might still not be sufficent for their needs, though it was now a fully-capable longboat-design battleship with dangerous weapons and giant robot mechs for its people.  Yes, the Black Talon became quite military over the years, pushed towards it by the officers who scoffed at them as their genetic information was used for the initial augmentation experiments.  The mechs were originally for use of gathering materials, but they soon made them all combat machines to test the strength and skill of their enhanced bodies.  Competition drove them further, and so further technological research in those areas continued.  And why not?  It seemed to help when you consider that the Black Talon had decided on a longstanding process to build a superior base that would move under its own power, extract resources, and support its people.

This became known as the Nemesis Project.

The project is well-known to Black Talon personnel, but its exact nature is not discussed outside of their group.  It's years in the building, and still requires much time and effort to fully complete, though it is partially active.  It has power and life support, defenses, and machines to send out.  It is manned and a fair bit of the research and development work, as well as the bulk of production facilities have been transferred over to it.  With it in this level of operation, the Black Legion can roam and focus more on its necessary tasks, such as the acquisition of necessary resources or the testing of new weapons.  Nemesis can look after itself.

So, it's about this time that we must get down to Terra.  Like many of her kind, she was born of a human mother and then after enough time for imprinting and recovery from childbirth, her mother sent her to be augmented, as she was when she was a baby.  You might call it a bit Gattaca, but Black Talon parents want this for their children.  They want them to withstand the stress of their duties, to perform well and to grow up into even greater individuals than they will.  Much pride is taken in seeing their progeny take shape into more powerful indviduals.  Incidentally, the genetic compatibility experiments made it possible to keep reasonable genetic variation over the years, so you don't get many defects.  Terra was born and Terra was put into a gene-augmentation tube to receive information into the subconscious of the brain (so that learning and personality development was not compromised) while her body was modified.

Black Talon children fight and play.  As a child, Terra watched others like a hawk, and struck with speed and accuracy.  Grudges were eliminated in favor of pure competitive spirit, and emotions were starting to be controlled, so hatred became essentially pointless...except when you have that sort of person who doesn't like to commit, the kid that just won't do the activities or can't, somehow.  That was often resented.  Terra didn't like quitters or cryers.  She learned about pressure points specifically to stop kids from crying so she could tell them how pointless it was.  The results of their childhood helps ease them into their place in the Black Talon.  Terra demonstrated a forceful nature, so a'soldiering she'd go.  Honestly, all of them can be soldiers, but there are those that are more technical, more aggressive, more commanding...  They sort of wondered how well the last one would work in her case.

The answer, of course, came in her teenaged years during pilot training, where she would pilot at high acceleration and maneuverability alone, and coordinate well with others.  That is...she had plans in her head and she directed others.  She only carried out orders received when they made sense to her, tactically.  For this reason, Terra eventually became a squadron leader.  However, things would soon change in her life, as the Black Talon leader himself was killed..by his own machine!  The Black Talon command mech for field operations was a unique creation known as the Blood Omen, and it needed a new pilot...  It needed the best pilot available.  Guess who was chosen?

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__________________QUICK STATS
Name: Blood Omen
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown, but its voice is male
Species: Giant Living Mech
Ethnicity: None
Height: Tall
Occupation: Command Mech
Residence: Space, aboard the Black Legion or the Nemesis

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description: And again!

No picture has ever been made to do the Blood Omen justice.

It is a tall humanoid crimson mech, a bloody machine.  It's red-colored horror, essentially.  This metal giant is like a well-built person, in shape, though expressed in armor and metallic parts...sort of.  The head has streamlined horns that are pointed back, with a glowing visor eye and a nasty-looking vent face  The shoulders are padded and spiked, and the elbows and knees are spiked, as well.  The feet and hands are clawed, and you get the impression that this whole machine is VERY articulate.  Engine power exists on the back (main drive) and in the feet (boosters), though one of the curious features are the four back-mounted articulate appendages with seem like blade-wings with embedded engines (main maneuvering).

Blood Omen highly-articulate and flexible, as well as self-altering to a degree because it is the combined effort of weapons development and biological science which has fused flesh to metal in the creation of this behemoth, which is actually a living creature with one eye that can live in space, survive entering an atmosphere, and engage in deadly combat.  It generatess power, it creates weapons, it syncs with its pilot (who resides in the central torso area), and it even feels pain.  It also has identity.

Personality: Yup.

Blood Omen is alive, and it thinks.  It actually thinks quite alot, and on deep matters regarding the state of its being and the worthiness of its pilot, the one whom it was bestowed upon.  Mostly, it thinks about the will of its creators and whether their goals can be achieved.  It has programming, but it was of no surprise to anyone that it had a brain.  Blood Omen is a grim mech which does not laugh or weep, but can get angry.  He never gets bored, but he does not like anybody wasting his time.  He can lie and he can judge, and if he does not like its pilot, he can EAT the pilot.

Magic/Abilities: Still no magic.

Space Mech - It's a large attack machine that is capable of taking its own actions, but does not operate in FULL without the use of a pilot.  Even still, Blood Omen is a living giant robot with flesh fused with alloys, capable of flying around space or in an atmosphere.  It is large and dangerous, with highly-calibrated sensors, great strength and high-speed maneuvers, and (due to the nature of its construction) regeneration.  With the creation of DNA storage (a real science), it is possible to back up information genetically to a high degree and cause to recreate and restore damaged parts, even the brain.  And speaking of brains, it connects to the pilot directly in order to sync up their actions.

Variable Weapon System - Blood Omen creates weapons from itself.  It grows and uses them.  It can't make EVERY single damn thing under the sun, but it has variety.  It can create solid melee weapons that cane become heated, electrified, or high-frequency (vibrational).  It can produce focused energy blades or projected attacks by the formation of a proper emitter to direct it.  It can produce missles, fire them, and build replacements for them itself.  One thing that it's VERY well-known for is the fusion cannon.  Take stellar fusion science and put it in a cannon, and blammo!  A highly-destructive beam.  Now, this may make you think that Blood Omen is a shapeshifter, but it's not.  The mech is always in humanoid form and remains so.  It can't grow 27 arms with cannons and it can't just spawn missles forever.  There's output and mass limitations that it can't overcome.  Those are only broken by the Nemesis.

Relationships:

The Black Talon - His creators

Terra Laedo - Current pilot

The Nemesis - His progenitor

History: And then, the other...

If you read Terra's background, you know that the Black Talon organization excells in numerous practices, such as terraforming, genetic engineering, energy generation, mining operations, weapons development, and more.  They poured all of this knowledge - some of which needed a great deal of study in the beginning, while others were already known - on themselves and their ship, the Black Legion, and then they turned it further towards the creation of giant spacefaring robots and the Nemesis Project.  The Nemesis was to be many things, and we will not speak of its most intimate of secrets, save for the fact that the technology that created the most-advanced aspects of the Nemesis were later used in the creation of the Blood Omen command mech.

Living tissue has been long-known to be compatible in some ways with metal.  Bone can fuse with titanium, prosthetic implantation has been around for ages.  It's all a matter of investing time, effort, and experimentation into it.  Parts of that research had already been completed prior to drawing up plans for the Blood Omen.  Its creation was far simpler than that of the Nemesis, with all of its complexities and resource requirements.  The two basic sciences needed to create it were available already.  They just needed to merge them properly, and lo and behold...a highly-capable and self-aware living mechanized organism capable of connecting and synching with its pilot.  The only problem was this...  Blood Omen had high standards.

Let me explain.  This thing was conceived by the Black Talon leader, RonMaru, after the most important aspects of the Nemesis (its reactor core area) were completed.  He did so because he, a powerful cyborg, wanted his own unique killing machine, his personal chariot.  Following his orders, they created the Blood Omen to his gristly specifications and gave it over to him.  For years, he enjoyed its power and capabilities.  However, the mech itself grew to hate him.  He was not a pure enough fighter, his god-head personality was grating on the nerves, and he didn't like the feel of his cybernetics.  So, he ate him.  Blood Omen's cockpit literally grew teeth and munched him to death.  As a result, they needed a new pilot while the commander of the Black Legion took control of the organization.

So entered Terra Laedo...

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Greetings again, for those that know me from SotE.

Otherwise, I am the Wrathwyrm, and...a bunch of other names that probably have no meaning here.  Yes, I have aliases.  Right now, what I have is a certain craving, and that's to build a sci-fi character that I've had on my mind for a LONG time.

You see, I came originally from a board of my own design, called the Dark Dominion.  It's gone now, but it was a fun place.  In it, there was an organization of genetically-engineered people who were originally descended from ordinary colonists, but then decided to stop about mid-way and build up themselves, then create new weapons and materials, culminating in a rather formidable base with an army of mech pilots living in it.

That's the Black Talon, and I just wanna make one of them: Their current ace and their command mech.  What do you say, spacey-souls?  Does that sound like fun?

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Character Catalogues / Wrathwyrm's List OF THE FUTURE!
« on: July 18, 2017, 03:43:11 am »
Terra Laedo and the Blood Omen
Species: Human and Giant Living Mech
Age: 22 and Unknown
Type: Ace Pilot and Dangerous Machine
Personality: Very Driven and Rather Grim

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Wants and Limits / Wrathwyrm's Redux!
« on: July 18, 2017, 03:41:10 am »
This is just copied directly from SotE.  Seems like there's no issue.

PLAYER WANTS

What types of plots are you interested in playing?

It varies.  I'm a writer and fairly dynamic in my abilities.  Ask me stuff and we'll see.

What types of plots are you not interested in playing?

Since I dunno all of what could go on, I dunno how to answer that.  You have to find out.

How often can you reply to any given thread?

Pretty often.  I prefer not to leave people waiting for very long.  Like, it actually bothers me because I hate to keep the story held up.

What is the longest you're willing to wait for a reply to a thread?

I've had varying levels of patience on this matter.  I do NOT fault people for having real lives.  We all have 'em.

Are you open to RPing over instant messengers? If so, what's the best way to contact you and what times are you generally available?

I can and have done that, but I prefer to only concentrate on a couple at a time, so if I'm busy with somebody else (that includes RPing with people not from this site), I may not be available.  Also, I know the complexity of group-RPing in chat and I will say that's no easy feat to work with, at times.  Regardless, people involved will be told chat names whenever it comes up.  I use AIM, Steam, and Skype.

Are you open to post volleying?

It's fine when I have time.  I don't know specifically when that would be.  I suppose just asking me is the best way to see about official volleying.  Otherwise, you could happen to notice I'm around by the quick degree of replies.

Anything else?

"Alright, I want a good, clean fight!  Now, let's get it on!"


PLAYER LIMITS

What are you limits regarding powerplay/godmoding?

Facilitating the streamlining of unimpotant actions to move the narrative along if it seems to make sense and not screw up character's motivations and such...is fine.  It's not really god-modding.  Actual control-taking and other deliberate messing around is not acceptable.  Accusing me of ever doing so is insulting and never intended on my part.  Talk to me.  Don't talk smack about me.  I make errors, and that's understandable.  I don't powerplay or godmode.

What are your limits in regards to romantic situations?

I've pre-plotted and organically worked them out.  I'm open to different levels of intrigue and issues.  I've crossed races and such on occasion, as well.  The age-difference thing is problematic when it's a big and obvious difference, as opposed to 'Ageless/long-lived being finds happiness with perfectly mortal being' where the two at least seem like they're not too distant in age.  That said, I AM aware that people marry young in medieval settings, or marry for political/business reasons.  Different sexualities (if that's on the table here) varies.  I don't want to do others a disservice by doing a bad job.  So, if I can't do it, it's out of professional courtesy.

What are your limits in regards to sex?

I'm not really a sex writer.  I will imply it, I make reference to it, and I will even boldly state if a character has HAD sex and even how good it was, but I'm really not here to RP it.

What are your limits in regards to pregnancy within plots?

I can live with it.

What are your limits in regards to violent scenes?

Whenever I play a Fallout game, I always take Bloody Mess.  I've read and seen and written some pretty bad things.  It's made me fairly desensitized.  What's the limit?  I peak somewhere between Clive Barker and H.P. Lovecraft.

What are your limits in regards to abuse/rape in plots?

Abuse, I've made stories of.  I don't like rape, and I won't RP rape.  I might make it part of backstory or off-camera to Holy Shit the audience that it happened, but it's not my bag.

Are you okay with characters being transformed against their will?

Baleful Polymorph tropes are funny.  Regardless, they and more permanent changes should be discussed prior, I would think.

What about healing?

That's also a discussion thingy.

Anything else?

If it isn't covered above, talk first, then we decide.

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