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« on: June 23, 2018, 12:21:11 pm »
THE MARGAD SCORPIONS I. About the Scorpions The Margad Scorpios are a defensive squadron that protects Aedolis and its resources in times of conflict. During times of peace they are called in on missions where mental devastation of a threat or enemy is deemed necessary. The Scorpions use psychological warfare tactics, aided by the use of hallucinogenic gas and a variety of psionic abilities, to decimate, confuse and destroy their enemies. [LINK TO OFFICIAL GROUP MESSAGE BOARD THREAD THINGY] for all your squadchat needs _______________ II. Objectives Protect Aedolis and its resources from outside threats. . _______________ III. Rank and File To join: Make a profile and show me! PRESENT MEMBERS: (PLEASE NOTE! Any members who were around under the old commander must be mostly human MALES in their mid to late 20s or early to mid 30s with no obvious non-human features.) Squadron Command Pilot Noble Jacob “Jack” LadnerDragon: Shamash Squadron Leader Pilot Echo Jonah “Jonesy” Bartleby ColeDragon: Deimos Asst. Squadron Leader Limited positions available depending on squad size overall [Acts as Squad Leader in the event that the present Squad Leader is unable to perform their duties, or helps to facilitate group cohesion in the event of large-scale deployment. Otherwise is simply part of the squadron regular. Should either be a senior Pilot Cardinal or newly minted Pilot Echo with good leadership skills.] Open! Dragon: Squad Members Always open! Pilot Cardinal Guidry “Giddy” RuiselDragon: Idmon Pilot Cardinal Vijaya DarziDragon: Freesia Pilot Echo Dorian “Riss” BaroffkiDragon: Addinioch Pilot Cardinal Laszlo “Ace” VentraDragon: Braytok Pilot Cardinal Amaryllis “Ellis” MelledyDragon: Apple Pilot Cardinal Joan ArcherDragon: Gosht PAST MEMBERS: Pilot Noble Kurush “Kourt” Suhail (Transferred to the Adstreia Hellions) Pilot Echo Larry “Laur” Carbry (deceased) Assistant Squadron Leader Pilot Echo Judikael "Judy" Ekkehard (deceased) Squadron Leader Pilot Noble Dax Ruslan (dishonorable discharge and life imprisonment) Commander Pilot Royal Siegbert Valdemar (dishonorable discharge and life imprisonment) _______________ IV.Squad Roles These are specific sub-roles that are fulfilled by specific members of the squadron to form the full unit. The basic structure is that of a ten man squadron, headed by the two commanding officers, the Squadron Commander and Squadron Leader. This particular role structure differs wildly from team to team, based on that particular team's specific modus operandi (ie. a stealth based team will have far more supporting/stealth based operatives versus heavy weapons experts). Commander: Jacob Ladner Communications (radio/telepathy/etc) Technician (fer all yer in field tech needs) Medic: Dorian Baroffki Scout FireTeam1 FireTeam2 Squad Leader Scout2 HallucinogenicGas1(remind me to make up a proper title lol) HallucinogenicGas2 FireTeam2 FireTeam3 _______________ V. General History _______________ VI. Timeline Active Missions Threads: Past Missions Threads:
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« on: June 23, 2018, 10:53:06 am »
“Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold.” THE HAVINA COPPERHEADS Gold Team I. About the Copperheads The Havina Copperheads are not merely the winningest squadron in the history of the Games, they are an elite squadron specializing in reconnaissance, although publicly their squad function is tactics and special ops training. This public facade is easily maintained since only the training and administrative members of the squadron are publicly known. The ‘faceless’ members, Pilots who when associating with or in an official capacity are acting on behalf of or in conjunction with the Copperheads are in specialized uniform that obscures their face, are believed to be ‘trainees’. In the official record trainees are Cardinals who require more specialized training to better be utilized in other squadrons or specialized positions. They are widely believed to be a bootcamp squad where the best Pilots are forged. In actuality, the Copperheads do not function like a true squadron. Most of the actual members (operatives) do not know each other, even if they have worked together on missions. Most of the faceless that are seen training in public are not even in the Copperheads, same goes for the ones who participate in the squadron games. All actual operatives go by codenames, their Pilot files sealed and only in paper form in archives until they are decommissioned from the Copperheads or are promoted to the training and administrative branch of the squadron. Most members are only in the squadron for a few years, when they then ‘graduate candidacy’ in official records and join other squadrons or fields. _______________ II. Objectives -Infiltrate and observe enemies in their territory to recover or gain military strategy or information. -Dismantle any immediate threats to Aedolis. -Do not get discovered. . _______________ III. The Copperheads Want You (but maybe not you) The ideal candidate for the Copperheads is loyal but malleable. They know their objectives and do not question orders, but they are able to blend into enemy territory seemlessly. This often requires less stealth and more empathy. The ideal operative becomes part of the society / group / military they are infiltrating. They can strip away their real personality and fit into the role they need to play. Strong psionic abilities are rarely ideal for this squadron, more subdued and unnoticeable abilities are prefered so that operatives are not easily identified as psychics. All Copperheads go through secret intensive training and are thoroughly bonded to their dragons in a way that exceeds Network addiction. Copperheads can spend extended periods of time off planet on assignment and their dragons have to approve them for operative status after their unwavering loyalties have been proven. IV. Rank and File To join: Submit a profile to me! PRESENT MEMBERS: (PLEASE NOTE! Any Copperhead Operatives will not be allowed to interact in the Pilot chat as there is no official (unsealed) record of them being Pilots until they are decommissioned or promoted to Administration and training.) Squadron Command Pilot Noble Kallixtus “K” Yandyrn (Code name: Mosaic) Dragon: Cyrano Squadron Leader Pilot Noble Gavrian LevanskyDragon: Caliban Assistant Squadron Leader OPEN! Dragon: Squad Members OPEN! PAST MEMBERS: _______________ V. Squad Roles Unlike the structure of most squadrons the Copperheads are broken into groups based on their function in the squadron. Every member of the Copperheads has to be able to function as a one person army, while still retaining their loyalty to their squadron and to Aedolis. Administration and Training- This is the public side of the Copperheads, the ones that do PR work and people (public and Pilots alike) know and recognize. While intense training and conditioning of operatives is definitely a large part of the Admin and Training team’s job, they also act as handlers for operatives in the field. Operatives- Operatives in the field, once cleared for assignment status, can fall into various classifications, solo operatives, partnered operatives, short term assignments, and long term assignments. The status of an operatives classifications can change at any time and do not denote rank. Burnout among Copperhead operatives is extremely high with operatives usually only lasting a few years in the field before they are promoted to Admin/Training or are decommissioned from the Copperheads and ‘graduate from Candidacy’ on official records, joining another specialization, sometimes another Squadron. If an operative dies on the field their official record will state they were TRIM’d from Candidacy. Trainees- The ones known as the ‘Faceless’. All fresh out of Candidacy, the Faceless undergo general training that is used to weed out actual potentials for the squadron. These are the Pilots people see the Copperheads training staff working with, and most of these Pilots will never actually be Copperheads themselves. Some of these Pilots do go on to join other squadrons instead, others go into other Pilot specializations. _______________ V. General History _______________ VI. Timeline Active Missions Threads: Past Missions Threads:
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« on: February 19, 2018, 09:37:29 pm »
It was a strange and rather shaking occurrence, calling the squad together early for anything at all. Making sure no one was on rotation to be off. Though he wished Jonesy were. He truly did. Jack's stomach soured the minute Pilot Joan Archer's file reached him.
Not being able to say no to her joining their ranks made it worse.
If he had worked harder on filling slots in his squadron he would have maintained the say in who was on his squadron, and yet his- indecision? Self doubts? Not wanting to bring more Pilots into the smoldering ashes of Hell... Whatever the case the power vaccuum was open and now there was nothing to be done.
The Scorpions were his squadron now. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Of course he knew that wasn't how it worked. He had no valid argument for rejecting Pilot Cardinal Archer and her dragon wanted her on a squad. There was no changing this.
Jack glanced over at his Squad leader as the rest of their team filed in for the unscheduled meet and greet. A strange reception for an introduction that would disrupt more than half the Scorpions. The training hall was mostly quiet, small chatter occurring between a few members of the team. Vijaya stood at attention at the front of the room, Guidry hung towards the back and Riss scanned the room, eyes accented by dark circles.
'This will be a good addition to your team Pilot Ladner.' The words echoed in his mind. He disagreed. For her sake and for that of his team.
His face was serious, hard and drawn but he always looked that way during training. "Alright, attention Scorpions. As I am sure you have guessed, I called you all here to introduce you to our new recruit."
He looked over to ...Archer. This all felt too much like something Ruslan would have done. Calling everyone together to make them greet the fresh meat. Bile seemed to slosh against the walls of his gut at the thought. At least some of the newer members caught wind and brought snacks it seemed. He knew welcome parties weren't uncommon in most squads but thinking of this as such was wrong. It was ripping off a band aid. That was all.
"This is Pilot Cardinal Archer. Pilot Cardinal J-" He had practiced saying it. Saying it like it was nothing. Just a name. He coughed to cover his vocal stumble. "Pilot Cardinal Joan Archer."
The winces of the old guard at the name were visible to the Scorpion's commander but he pressed on to cover it. "She is new here and I expect you all to show her the ropes. We will be learning a new formation and beginning drills in an hour. I suggest you all take this time to get acquainted, eat something and begin stretching."
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« on: December 10, 2017, 09:41:22 am »
Doubt was an insidious poison. More powerful and effective than top shelf whiskey.
It was doubt that plagued the Scorpion's commander. Doubt in his abilities, doubt in his convictions, doubt in his purpose. It was creeping into every fiber of him, spreading since he saw Valdemar on his anniversary. Holding the squad together was seeming like an insurmountable task these days, even if Jack managed to keep the others from knowing. Jonesy had to know though. Had to know that so much was off with Jack since that night. He worried that he was now putting too large a burden on his Lead too.
Scorpius nuzzled into Jack's chest as they entered Jonesy's apartment. The little fluff of a dog was always with Jack, there was no reason to leave him at home, no reason Jack would want to. This was about Riss, but that didn't mean Scorpius couldn't help.
"Hey Jonesy." Jack called out as he made his way to the couch, careful that now stray Borises came out from hiding to greet him.
Jack couldn't help but think back to his earlier conversation with Yavul. He wondered how Hyakinthos would handle this situation. If Hyakinthos could handle this. He envied Yavul. Even with all the shit the Valkyries' commander had been through, hand to deal with, he envied him. If things had been different could he have been the kind of commander Yavul was? Could the Scorpions have been a family like that?
Jack pet Scorpius' head lost in what ifs and a nagging feeling that he was just perpetuating things by being the Scorpions' commander. Their new members deserved a squad like Yavul's, but that was something he could never provide them. He wasn't even helping the old guard anymore.
It had been nice to see Riss talking more, even just in the chat. Jack had been hoping that being around Kurush was helping, but obviously not. Not talking with Riss was no longer an option either. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to a man older than him, who had been dealing with Hell longer.
Maybe Valdemar was right. Maybe he wasn't fit to be commander.
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« on: December 10, 2017, 08:56:39 am »
{NAME}Dorian Baroffki {ALIASES}"Riss", which is pretty much all he goes by. Only those who do not know him would use the name Dorian and any other nicknames are unacceptable. {AGE}37 {GENDER, SEXUALITY}Male Nope {SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Human, any other ancestry is subtle enough to not be of consequence. {HEIGHT/BUILD}5'6 and lanky. He doesn't appear to have much muscle to him at all. It is not the case but he appears to just be skinny and lanky despite having a lot of lean muscle. {OCCUPATION}Pilot Echo and combat medic for the Margad Scorpions {RESIDENCE}Margad, originally from Amristah ___________
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___________ {PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}It's hard for most people to believe the gaunt and scruffy man before them used to be a practical cherub of cuteness. The man Riss has become has an all around gruff appearance and a standoff-ish vibe that paints it all in big strokes of 'piss off'. His once bright sky blue soft wavy hair is now balding and a muted silvery blue, his golden brown eyes no longer hold the sparkle of his youth and his pale skin is rough, wrinkled and scarred, most notably one along his right cheek. His face is drawn and he has a short beard framing his angular face. Everything about Riss' appearance says 'I don't give a fuck, leave me alone, I will eat your face'. When out of uniform he wears whatever is comfortable and baggy. Nothing to accent his actually toned frame, which adds to his skinny / lanky look despite only being average height. {PERSONALITY}SHEEP IN WOLF'S CLOTHINGLike most of the Scorpions he comes across as scary, cold, and grumpy. Detached, grumpy and scared would be more accurate. He is not at all the lone wolf that his image and attitude project, in reality he is a scared sheep who could barely hurt anyone. Good thing his job is saving lives, not ending them. PEOPLE ONLY HURT YOURiss does not talk to others much, he does not socialize and he does not get close. It is only recently that he has begun trying to be social on the Pilot Chat or other such removed avenues of 'social interaction' and even that is strained and is very difficult for him. In his experience people only leave you, hurt you or pretend to be your friend till they stab you in the back. Because of this there are very few he trust or can talk to, even within the old guard. LOYALTY FROM TRAUMAHis only true loyalties lie with his current commander Pilot Noble Jacob "Jack" Ladner, and squadron leader Pilot Echo Jonah "Jonesy" Cole to a lesser but still significant extent. He has no love or respect for Pilots as a whole and none for his own dragon. His only grounding bond is doing what he can for the man who saved him and the Scorpion squadron he runs. That said he is too much of a sheep to step out of line with the government or dissent in any way. PAINFUL MEMORIES AND PAINED BY MEMORIESLike all "Old Guard" Scorpions, Riss suffers from severe PTSD, depression, and shares other common Scorpion aversions such as sex and alcohol. Riss' personality and appearance have both changed drastically over his time with the Scorpions. He used to be cheery, eager to learn and help in anyway possible, something that even candidacy and extensive medical training hadn't shaken him of. The painful memories of his psychological and sexual abuse under the reign of former commander Valdemar are deep wounds, but remembering who he used to be and how he used to be hurts more. The loss of what they stole from him hurts the most. Fun Facts!:- Loves fresh produce, especially green vegetables.
- Has an Amristah accent that he tries to hide by being gruff, quiet, and just feigning more of a Margad speech pattern.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}Telepathy: Enough to qualify for candidacy and strong enough to make it through and bond with a dragon. Telekinesis: His strongest psychic attribute. He can easy move heavy objects as well as use his telekinesis like a third or even fourth arm and with great precision. He has utilized this ability when having to preform some difficult in the field medical procedures by himself. Intellect- When it comes to most things he can be as dumb as a brick, and in fact, he likes being seen that way as it makes him more invisible. The truth is he is brilliant and as gifted a combat medic as they come. He could easily have gotten a position as a surgeon in DoSaM or any other hospital after the war, but circumstances prevented that. {RELATIONSHIPS}The only people he likes and trusts and Jack and Jonesy. He even has a hard time with other members of the old guard, and them with him. A lot of this seems to stem from the fact that he was very close with and quietly followed around a former Scorpion by the name of Judikael Ekkehard until his death. Judikael was a former assistant squadron leader for the Scorpions and viewed with disdain by the rest of the old guard since Judikael had abandoned the ranks of the tormented and become one of their tormentors. Riss' obedience to Judikael despite this, coupled with his role as squad medic, made Riss an outsider among the broken as well. Kurush Suhail- Riss and Kurush were never close friends, but they were close when it came to working together. Kurush was also friends with Laur, and Laur was every old guard Scorpion's big brother. Kurush was there when Riss joined the Scorpions and they have known each other for a long time. Riss resents and blames Kurush for leaving the Scorpions. He partially blames Kurush for not being there when Judikael and Laur died. Adinnioch- Riss' very mechanically minded and apathetic dragon. {HISTORY}Dorian Baroffki grew up in Amristah during the war, but it wasn't as bad as it sounded. He was a happy kid and one of 13, so he was never alone- until he had to leave for Candidacy. Being the only psychic in a large family should have felt isolating, or given him delusions of grandeur for the ATC to beat out of him. It did neither of those things. He was still a humble family loving kid from Amristah. He was still happy and upbeat through all of his training, and while he realized quickly that no amount of training, drilling and conditioning would make him ok with shooting actual living creatures, he was fortunate enough to have a mentor who steered him towards medical science training, and supported him so he could become a medic. If he had been dumber, if he had been given a mentor who was set on only producing soldiers, he probably would have ended up TRIM'd. If he hadn't been lucky enough to be put on a team with Judikael Ekkehard in stage 3, he probably would have been TRIM'd. If Aedolis hadn't been still in the midst of fighting insurgence groups and still at the tail end of the war, hurting for Pilots, he probably would have been TRIM'd. But he was lucky, humble and grateful for all his opportunities and fortunate circumstances. He was dedicated to becoming a medic, and working along side those who were better suited to be soldiers. He was looking forward to hopefully joining his best friend Judikael again after graduation. After he graduated he got word that the Scorpions needed a new medic, and Judikael told him to apply, he did. He thought it was a dream come true. It was far from that. His best friend led him right into the spider's web. And he did so on purpose. _________________
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« on: December 07, 2017, 12:33:31 am »
To: Pilot Echo Vasili Hestersen, Pilot Royal Yavul Hyakinthos
From: Pilot Noble Kurush Suhail
Subject: Research And New Development Operations 02061618.19203136-53-88949899.
Please disregard earlier notifications on the implementation of new procedures involving satellite transmissions and relays. Following the message, I have changed standard protocols and they will no longer be of concerns to your cities. Updates regarding this matter will be provided on a need to know basis.
-Energy Management Efficiency Maintenance-
Any and all issues that may arise regarding space stations conducting regularly scheduled maintenance should be minimal and reported immediately.
-Generator Regulation, Air Ventilation, Emission Levels, Leaks, Evacuation-
The above listed tests and procedures will be further outlined after detailed analysis and investigation.
If more information is required you will be notified. Thank you for your cooperation and understanding regarding this matter.
Sincerely,
Pilot Noble Suhail
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« on: September 16, 2017, 01:49:36 pm »
This was insane.
It was ridiculously fucking stupid that he was afraid of leaving his own fucking apartment alone. Or just being alone. Everything had gotten scarier since they got back from their trip. He refused to even check his deliveries this past week or so.
Packages were only good things if you ordered them yourself.
He had been so fucking clingy with Vasili too. Not that his husband seemed to mind. It had been kinda nice. It probably just seemed like newlywed stuff...
Yet here he was, stewing in his apartment alone, looking out the window from an angle so hopefully the now all too familiar hooded figure outside wouldn't actually see him. Anytime he was alone that guy was following him. Watching him. If Vasili was around or other squadron members, he wouldn't follow him. Or that was how it seemed.
Rando knew Yavul was right. He had to tell Vasili about this but.
He meant to tell him the night Vasili picked him up from the store.
He only managed to lie by omission because Vasili didn't outright ask him the specific questions. Of course his husband knew he was upset and something was wrong but. If he had told him that night there would have been a scandal. Vasili would have probably beat the creep up or worse. Not that the guy didn't deserve it. He did. But the trouble it would have caused with PR, maybe even inquiry... it wasn't worth it.
Rando watched, as the guy looked up at the window and he jerked even further out of view. Did the freak see him? Did he think some sort of meaningful eye contact had been made or something disgusting like that?
Rando sunk down to the floor and scooted his feet along the faux wood tiles till his knees met his chest. Was he supposed to just cower in his fucking apartment till Vasili came over?? He didn't even want to be here these days. Even when Vas was with him. He hadn't played any of his shit in days and if it wasn't for the network lockout and subsequent reprieve because of Vasili being hurt he would have been penalized for not making weekly rank. He might have been kicked off the Cyclones.
That's why he was here now. To get his rank up. But he couldn't concentrate, he had no interest in stupid games and PR bullshit. For once he would rather just be in a training hall punching something that actually met his fist.
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« on: September 16, 2017, 08:08:01 am »
Pilot Royal Reynard,
Good morning, I hope you are well. I know you have been under a lot of stress lately and it was not my intention to compound that with my thoughtlessness.
I would like to formally apologize for my outburst in the Pilot Chat the other day and any and all rude comments I made towards you or your staff. I did not mean to be so crass or fault you for anything involved in the situation. My fear and concern got the better of me, though this does not excuse my actions. Please be advised I am taking steps and working with Aurora PR to ensure that this will not happen again. Thank you sir, for your grace and understanding regarding this matter.
Sincerely,
Pilot Cardinal Emem-Hestersen
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« on: September 11, 2017, 09:42:01 pm »
{NAME}Adalwin Pramoda {ALIASES}"Adal" "Addy" "Adalface" {AGE}26 {GENDER, SEXUALITY}Male Pansexual {SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Human probably Aedolian {HEIGHT/BUILD}5'10 Broad build, very muscular, especially his arms. {OCCUPATION}Pilot Cardinal and member of the Solarta Valkyries {RESIDENCE}Solarta, Aedolis ___________
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___________ {PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}Tan skin, burgundy eyes, pale golden blonde hair. {PERSONALITY}Fun Facts!:{SPECIAL ABILITIES}Telepathy- Very open communication wise, not much else in the way of telepathy. Entropikinesis- This skill is rather unique and more of a hindrance than a 'gift'. Adalwin can actually accelerate the breakdown of cells in any organic thing by way of direct physical contact. The bigger the organism the longer it takes to damage more permanently. Because of this he is afraid of touching anything living. Worst yet, it takes him about 5 minutes of direct contact to incapacitate a creature of humanoid size, which is not practical for combat. While he has learned to control it and he is always wearing at least gloves he does not take chances with this ability and does not touch others. (Notes: This ability does not work on dragons as they regenerate their cells at a faster rate than he can break them down, also it does not affect reflectivists.) {RELATIONSHIPS}Ursyth- his awesome wonderful dragon. {HISTORY}_________________
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« on: September 11, 2017, 09:04:47 pm »
{NAME}Arika Piper Grancha {ALIASES}{AGE}32 {GENDER, SEXUALITY}Female Heteroflexible, Panromantic {SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Mostly human Aedolian {HEIGHT/BUILD}6'5 RIPPED AS FUCK <3 {OCCUPATION}Pilot Echo and Assistant Squad Leader for the Solarta Valkyries {RESIDENCE}Solarta, Aedolis Originally from Apcintoch ___________
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___________ {PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}{PERSONALITY}Fun Facts!:{SPECIAL ABILITIES}{RELATIONSHIPS}{HISTORY}_________________
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« on: September 11, 2017, 08:05:12 pm »
{NAME}Ranea Auden Purdia {ALIASES}"Nea" <3 {AGE}25 {GENDER, SEXUALITY}Genderqueer and expression fluid (They/them pronouns, Ranea also uses We for themself over I) Androsexual {SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Human Old blood Aedolian Elite {HEIGHT/BUILD}6'0 Well toned musculature, but slender framed. {OCCUPATION}Pilot Cardinal and Assistant Squad Leader for the Apcintoch Alicantos Model, as dictated by Apcintoch PR {RESIDENCE}Apcintoch, Aedolis Originally from Havina ___________
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___________ {PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}Beautiful is a quite accurate if not lacking descriptive for this Pilot, and it is part of their job to ensure they stay that way. Their body type leans heavily on the androgynous side and lends itself well to all fashion, regardless of gender intent. They are often dolled up, even when in uniform they are often sporting makeup due to having either come from a shoot or public appearance or having to head to one after. They won't do their makeup for morning drills or on the rare day off where they doesn't go out, but aside from that it has become somewhat of war paint and they are rarely seen without at least some eyeliner. Their skin is a lovely shade of caramel and their eyes are a pale blue grey. Their hair currently reaches down to the center of their back and is royal blue on top that fades into emerald green, often braided at least partially. {PERSONALITY}PRIM AND PROPERThe Purdia family is an integral part of the upper crust of Aedolian society. They know it too but unlike some of the other families in their class they are very kind and generous. They donate to the military academies in Havina and are easily one of the most widely liked of the more influential Haviah/Havina elite families. As Ranea is currently the youngest Pilot (not to mention psychic) in the family, social decorum was drilled into them from an early age and they are expected to be a role model. Almost everyone in their family is military, since very few have been Pilot worthy in the last few generations they are one of only four Purdia Pilots currently alive, one of which is retired. Obedience and proper etiquette are paramount. LOVE ME LOVE ME, SAY THAT YOU LOVE METhe illusion of care and affection is something they can discern very easily, learning the difference between it and real warmth and love very early on. All Ranea really wants at their core is to be loved and accepted. It is something they have found difficult while carrying the burden of their family name. WON'T BE YOUR DISAPPOINTMENTThey are afraid of disappointing their nation, their dragon, their squadron and their family more than anything. They will never speak of this fear though. Fun Facts!:- Most well known for their use of 'We' or 'our' pronouns for themself.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}Telepathy- Basically Ranea's only psionic skill, they are very gifted in this common ability. Their prowess at thought implanting borders on hypnotic, even skilled Veteran Pilots are often unable to detect it, not that they would use such tactics outside of combat scenarios. {RELATIONSHIPS}{HISTORY}Blah blah blah elitist old blood Aedolian family blah blah blah military brat, blah blah will add more later. _________________
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« on: August 20, 2017, 08:01:31 am »
{NAME}Kurush Suhail {ALIASES}"Krush", "Sweet Fig" (only one being calls him this) "Kourt" (Only the Scorpions call him this), formerly "Kourtney" (NEVER EVER CALL HIM THIS) {AGE}36 {GENDER, SEXUALITY}Male ... {SPECIES/ETHNICITY}All human as far as he knows. Aedolian (of old Essyrni blood) {HEIGHT/BUILD}5'9 Well built and very muscular. {OCCUPATION}Pilot Noble and Squadron Leader for the Adsreia Hellions {RESIDENCE}Adstreia, originally from Haviah ___________
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___________ {PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}Kurush is well built and has a lot of muscular toning, especially in his arms. He has long reddish-black hair with a few streaks of grey at his hair line. Lately he wears most of his hair down in loose waves with a few small braids with little glass beads on them mixed in. His chocolate skin is marred with a few scars, mostly small and barely noticeable, except for one on the underside of his chin and a particularly nasty one on his inner left thigh. His eyes are hazel but seem much more brown than green, in fact the green is only noticeable if one really stares at them up close. Kurush has his septum pierced and usually wears a pretty black and green jeweled clicker in it when off duty. He also has a few tattoos. One is of the Hellions' mascot breaking chains on the upper section of his left arm. The chains wrap around to the inner part of his left arm where the they twist around a bird cage with a scorpion on top of it and an anatomical heart inside it. Another one of his tattoos is a large bouquet of flowers on his back that consists of baby breath, delphinium, forget me nots, three begonias and a single dahlia. {PERSONALITY}THE QUIET ONEOften silent, obedient and reserved. Much of Kurush's personality is closed off even to those he is close with. He will speak when addressed, or offer advice when needed, but often keeps his opinions to himself. I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING MELess in the paranoid sense and more because it is true. His dragon Deneb often imposes his will on even Kurush's daily tasks and it is hard for Kurush to assert his own needs over it. After all, that could be deadly for him. It also seems that Deneb is not the only one watching Kurush. I AM ONLY TRYING TO HELPHis base personality is one of generosity and compliance. He wants to do well and do well for the sake of others. He will do what is needed of him and will try to save as many as he can in the process. ARE WE STRANGERS, OR AM I YOU, ARE I?Assorted feelings of strange familiarity with someone he has just met, and a sense of not being himself have silently plagued Kurush as of late. It is exceedingly hard to comprehend given his own traumatic past and the suppression of his own will by his dragon. DECOMPRESSION IS HARD WITH A VOICE INSIDE YOUR HEADLike all the Scorpions' old guard, Kurush has a therapist and makes fairly regular trips to DoSaM for his sessions, something only his current commander and his fellow survivors know. It is very difficult for him to speak with his therapist about his trauma because in his case much of it was exacerbated and inflicted by his own dragon who he can constantly feel the connection with in his head. Fun Facts!:- Loves music. All kinds. Is usually listening to something on his headphones or even in the com system of his helmet. Sometimes he listens to music even during drills and missions as it helps trigger his visions. It does not distract him from his duty or hinder his communication with other squadron members.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}Telepathy- Strong enough to converse over long distances. Precognition- Kurush can only see things that may happen in the near future (the furthest he has ever seen into the future is two hours) and near to where he is (the furthest vision was of something that could happen 500 feet away). The limits on his precognition are strange but they are useful for combat scenarios, especially since he has learned to trigger visions. Triggered visions have a lower rate of accuracy, however they are still useful for seeing what options an enemy has available. {RELATIONSHIPS}{HISTORY}_________________
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« on: August 07, 2017, 07:36:31 am »
[OOC: This is for communications on the disappearance of Pilot Echo Cinnamon Rook. If your character is NOT from the main cell of the Inquiry department (Haviah's) please request Mod permission to join this. Others who may have clearance: Harpies Squadron Members (if all of them do depends on Pilot Noble Kiers), SOME Seekers and SOME Tech specialists (both are basically just assisting and providing what intel they can / receiving orders), and possibly a few others but it may be unlikely.] [OOC 2: This is a list of the non-Inquiry chars that already have clearance Haviah Harpies-Pilot Noble Isabel Kiers Pilot Echo Nayden Kiers Seekers-Pilot Echo Lorraine Estrada Pilot Echo Chance Lufti Pilot Cardinal Omajon Rheeves Tech Specialists-Pilot Echo Winnotykadalli Novarik Pilot Echo Varali Orion This may be added to as requested / approved] ---SYSTEM MESSAGE---
THIS IS THE COMMUNICATIONS CHANNEL FOR CASE 4X239-CR693
CLASSIFIED INFORMATION DISCUSSED WITHIN THIS CHANNEL DOES NOT LEAVE HERE UNDER PENALTY OF PROSECUTION TO THE FULLEST EXTENT.
PRIOR CASE INFORMATION MAY BE OBTAINED BY REQUEST AND LEVEL OF CLEARANCE.
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« on: August 07, 2017, 07:22:19 am »
[OPEN BY REQUEST!] The first thing that woke Omajon Rheeves was a nudging grunting voice in his head, no gentleness in the cold mechanic tone only a blunt 'Get up'. His eyes fluttered open. What time was it? It still seemed so dark. Was that his alarm going off already? That blaring noise from his phone was definitely going to wake up Chance if he left it unchecked. He groped the end table for his phone to shut off the cacophonous ring of- That wasn't his alarm. This was an alert. Jon bolted upright and stared at his phone, at the alert message as he jolted out of bed. He turned to see if Chance had gotten an alert too. But his side of the bed was empty. Jon scrambled out from the covers and grabbed his uniform out of Chance's closet getting dressed as the words from his alert message sunk over him. Pilot Cardinal Omajon Rheeves:
You are hereby reinstated on probationary terms to the Seeker Department.
Report immediately for further instructions.
Adrenaline was coursing through him. He felt like a rookie all over again. Things sounded bad and. No they were bad if he was being reinstated like this. Was this about- His phone buzzed again. Chance. Well not Chance. Lufti. Pilot Echo Lufti: Pilot Rheeves I am glad you are being reinstated as my partner for the time being. Have you been briefed on the situation?Jon wasn't sure what was more terrifying, the severity of all this or the fact that Lufti had used the word glad. There wasn't time to think about that though. He was dressed and no. Not armed. He had his firearms confiscated when he was demoted and- It didn't matter. He was probably just going to be at his old desk in the Seeker department anyway. He had meant to call out, to say goodbye to Chance as he left the apartment. Justt in case the other Pilot was still home. But he didn't. He was replying to Lufti instead. Jon: No. My instructions were to report in. What is happening?
Pilot Echo Lufti: It is better to brief you here then. ETA?
Jon: ETA- 3 minutes.
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« on: July 31, 2017, 08:16:33 am »
THE PILOT AND CANDIDATE CATALOG Welcome to the Pilot and Candidate Catalog page!!! Since all Pilots have access to each others and candidates basic military profiles they would know certain bits about these groups of people, even if they haven't met. However, reading through every active Pilot and Candidate profile can be daunting. So this is like the cliff notes guide to all the Pilots and Candidates! Please complete the appropriate template for your characters and post them in this thread! I will also add them to the wiki as soon as I am able and on there it will be done in order of rank so it will be a bit more organized. Please complete these and post them here at your earliest convenience! ^_^Template for Pilots![b]Name:[/b] (Please link your char's bio here as well!)
[b]Rank:[/b] (Pilot rank and if they have a specialization, i.e. Tech Specialist, Ministry, Inquiry, etc)
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Dragon:[/b] (Name, gender, anything else you want to add!)
[b]Fun Facts:[/b] (Anything people might know about your character that is a known fact)
[b]Rumors:[/b] (Anything people might have heard about your character that is not confirmed... may or may not be true)
Template for Candidates![b]Name:[/b] (Please link your char's bio here as well!)
[b]Stage:[/b] (What stage is your Candidate in!)
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Mentor:[/b] (Does your character have another character as their mentor? If not you can put NPC)
[b]Fun Facts:[/b] (Anything people might know about your character that is a known fact)
[b]Rumors:[/b] (Anything people might have heard about your character that is not confirmed... may or may not be true)
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« on: July 19, 2017, 01:47:05 pm »
{NAME}Wynnotykadalli (Win-oh-tie-ka-da-lee) Novarik {ALIASES}"Tykada" "Tyke" "Tyk" "Ty" {AGE}32 {GENDER, SEXUALITY}Female Pansexual / Aromantic {SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Human / Aedolian {HEIGHT/BUILD}5'7, pretty well toned {OCCUPATION}Pilot Echo, Tech Specialist {RESIDENCE}Currently Adstreia, originally from Solarta ___________
IN DEPTH STUFF
___________ {PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}Tykada has soft rounded cheekbones that come down to a softly pointed chin. Her eyes are black and large but still more almond shaped. Ty also had large very kissable lips if she says so herself. She has a marvelous coffee complexion a well trained body she doesn't look particularly muscular unless flexing. She has wide hips and large ass that she is quite proud of, she thinks her boobs are the perfect size too. Of course, her most striking feature is her curly / wavy puff of electric blue hair that nicely frames her face. When she isn't working she prefers comfy clothing 90% of the time, though she does have more dressy stuff for the right occasion... usually they collect dust in the back of her closet in favor of yoga pants and a soft baggy tshirt. However... the majority of her closet is filled with cosplays that she never has time to utilize but had to have. {PERSONALITY}I'M SORRY, DID YOU NOT KNOW I WAS AEDOLIAN?Tykada is very proud of her heritage. Particularly the fact that Aedolians don't demonize sex. She doesn't consider herself promiscuous, she is a healthy Aedolian woman! If you have a problem with that you can leave this great nation! That said she doesn't care if others don't want to engage in lots of hella good sex, but if you try to shame her, imply she is doing something wrong, or push your prudish agenda on her you just opened the flood gates to hell baby. MAD HATTER, MARCH HAREShe couldn't tell you who is which, but when she is around Pilot Noble Talbot Henning especially, she just goes with it all. Anything he says she rolls with. Whether or not it happened, even if it contradicts facts. If Soba said it was a thing (and its not illegal) it was a thing. A lot of what they say they have done together? Complete and utter nonsense. But its fun to make things up, and she would never want to make Soba feel like he is crazy. CAN'T TIE ME DOWN BABYNot just in the relationship sense. She is oddly 'claustrophobic', something that they tried to 'beat' out of her in candidacy but well.. it backfired a bit. She used to go into a dissociative state when in confinement but now if she is feeling particularly confined she lashes out and gets violent. Something that does not happen often given her role within the government. DO NOT MESS WITH MY...Brother. Her brother is very important to her and despite being transferred to Adstreia she still makes the trip to Havina to visit him as much as she can. He is being treated in the Psych Wing at DoSaM and getting him in there was no easy task. If you say anything bad about him there will be problems. She is fiercely protective of him and those she associates with him in her mind. (cough Soba cough) I'M (NOT) FINE.Tykada is a Pilot. She is a soldier. She loves her nation, she loves her job. Being a Pilot means not being weak. Being a Pilot means she has to be strong. Anything to the contrary is unacceptable. And yet when she goes to visit her brother she also receives therapy for her PTSD which she will never talk about outside of Psych. LEAN ON MEBesides all of her happy sexy fun times she has had a lot of sexual encounters she does not talk about. Not because she is ashamed of them, but because they were important and no ones business. Tykada often puts herself in a position to be a rebound for people she likes (as friends or colleagues) who have gotten out of bad relationships or gone through had times. She believes that sometimes sex (with lots of cuddling, comforting and yes- crying) is good to help people who are hurting. But like a therapist, these sessions are completely private and confidential in her mind. To the point where if her only sexual encounter with someone was like this then she acts like they never even did it in the first place. Fun Facts!:- Originally from Solarta! ...a hick city in the desert known for being more xenophobic than the rest of Aedolis combined. She hates accusations of being a Solarta 'greyneck'.
- Loves to cosplay, even though she doesn't have much time for conventions and such cause she never gets tapped for the cool PR appearances. Sad times.
- Her favorite show right now is Sirens of Titania, a soap opera based on a popular lesbian porno series, now with actual plot! ...still lots of sex.
- Her full name, Wynnotykadalli is like... the real world equivalent of something akin to 'Mary Jo Leen'. She hates her full name on account of how incredibly Solartan it is. And she is not a greyneck.
- Not really a fact about Tykada, but the term greyneck is derogatory and similar to the real world 'hick' or 'redneck'. It refers particularly to people from Solarta. The term comes from a grey salve that Solartans put on their skin to protect from the sun and heat in the desert, (even inside the dome the sunlight can be fierce) which they apply liberally to the back of their necks as it helps keep them cool.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}{RELATIONSHIPS}Agliorton Novarik- Her little brother and only family as far as she is concerned. Fiorte- Her dragon, who doesn't really like her and threatens to kill her at least monthly, though she has learned his threats are pretty empty since he doesn't want the trouble of looking for a replacement Pilot. {HISTORY}_________________
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« on: July 13, 2017, 12:07:58 pm »
Pilot Noble Kiers and Pilot Echo Kiers,
I am not trying to intrude on Harpies matters, nor have I or any of my squadron members received any orders regarding this matter, however I just wish to extend my offer to aid you and your squadron in any way necessary. The Copperheads are ready and more than willing to do what ever is needed to ensure the safety of you and your squadron members.
I know that you and your squadron are more than capable of handling this but if you need anything please do not hesitate to contact me.
-Pilot Noble Yandyrn
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« on: July 09, 2017, 09:15:44 pm »
He was fairly certain he had been making an ass of himself on the Pilot Chat and with Atanase specifically. Especially with Atanase. He had been drunk and jealous and just. So so stupid. Kallixtus really hated Cinna. Well, no. He hated how Cinna flirted with Ata. He felt like the scientist obviously preferred the kulshedra Pilot. After all, no matter what Atanase might say while he was drunk, or when K was, K had been trying to slowly befriend Atanase for a long time and yet Cinna could just barge his way into being friendly with the shy Pilot. After Chance rejected him, well it hurt a little, and sure he was a bit dejected, but it allowed him to finally move on fully and focus on Atanase. Atanase had been a crush he thought he would give up on without trying, but he just couldn't seem to. He had done his own tarot cards, read his own tea leaves for weeks now. There was nothing he could clearly discern from any of it, no matter how he tried to tell his future. He just wanted some inkling of what he should do. Of course he knew he wasn't relaxed enough to read himself but. He really liked Atanase. Like he drunkenly messaged the scientist, Ata was hot, smart, nerdy, and so shy and it was just adorable and precious. Atanase was just amazing. He still had a hard time believing a guy like Atanase could ever like him. And that was the crux of what had him worrying as he made his favorite food for the two of them. His hangover was almost nonexistent at this point, just a bit of a headache. K pulled his hair up into a high big messy bun of thick locks, with the excess hanging down his back and tried not to worry too much about how much Atanase would hate this food. It was definitely not something that most Aedolians had ever eaten. As far as he knew this dish was as close as you could get to mbropi, a popular homestyle sort of comfort food that was a common Jxrigaan meal. It was one of those things that seemed really complicated to make, but was easy if you knew how. K made up little containers of the mbropi and took off his apron, fixing up his appearance a bit in his hallway mirror before heading out the door. He was off today, so he was wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a dark green tank top with some sort of tribal design and his trademark necklace. The long chain with the crystal point pendant was always worn when off duty. He had commissioned it for himself when he became commander of the Copperheads. It had their golden emblem on the white crystal point, with little black diamonds as the skull's eyes. There were many knock offs of it sold, he knew that, but this one was really one of a kind, no matter how many tried to duplicate it. The labs weren't too far from K's apartment, but when he got there he didn't just march his way in. He was off duty and he didn't want to be rude or presumptuous, especially when Atanase could be working on something dangerous, interruptions could cause problems. Instead he messaged his hopefully-still-would-be lunch buddy. /Hey, is it ok if I come up? I brought lunch. :  /
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« on: July 05, 2017, 11:32:11 pm »
The Pilot chat was filled with disgusting idiots and pigs.
Implying that...
And that Jonesy would...
And with Guidry.
He wanted to punch them all in the face right now for thinking such despicable things of his second and one of his recruits. Teasing Guidry in such a manner. The alien spoke there to try and express his confusion with human and Aedolian social norms and that is how they treat him?? Well he had to give the Copperhead bastard some credit, at least K wasn't so bad.
Still, he knew Guidry was upset and Jonesy-
Jonesy was a wreck from the implication. Which was more than understandable. His own stomach turned and clenched at the thought, but more so at the thought of Jonesy in pain. Suffering again because of this... because of the memories Judikael and Ruslan, and careless comments on some stupid fucking chat.
After making sure Jonesy knew he was coming over he grabbed Scorpius' bag and things before gently placing the pup inside, leaving the top flap open so the little guy could poke his head out if he wanted to.
When he got to Jonesy's apartment he pressed the com button and looked towards the screen. "Hey. It's me." He said simply.
Maybe he wouldn't be any help. He couldn't make shit go away, but he just wanted to be there to hold his second's hand.
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« on: July 02, 2017, 08:45:07 am »
Cecil was used to the cracks where true society gave way and twisted into darkness and madness. He was used to traversing them carefully, tracing familiar paths that still seemed to change and throw curves his way each time. At least these parts were their territory. A good deal of the more navigable entrances to Haviah were well within their pack's hunting grounds. It wasn't unheard of for the alphas and even other high ranking pack members to head up to 'civilization' as the Havians would call it, for various transactions. The pack still had contacts up there even though they had been driven down to the Midhaven generations ago.
However such privileges should not have extended to the lowly omega. Cecil should never be blinded by the lights up there. He was born down in the dark. And yet he wandered up on to these familiar streets more often than not. Looking for his dealer. Looking to do whatever necessary to get his stuff. So he could crawl back into the darkness and forget that anything but silence and the absence of light even existed.
He wiped at his mouth as he slid through over looked tears in the fabric of this great city. Back into the fold of perpetual night and time marked only by a moon they couldn't see but their bodies screamed for, his newfound treasure stuffed in the boot of his lame leg. Maneuvering through the expanse to Midhaven was no easy feat for the most agile, let alone the crippled. He had to grab at his pant leg and lift his leg in the spots that merely dragging it was impossible.
A sheer layer of sweat coated his skin, less from exertion, more like from a fever. Cecil pushed the bangs that clung to his forehead back, his hair all a mess, tangled and dirty. He felt sick, but that was the beginning of the withdrawl that he was now trying desperately to stave off. He made the trip though. Now all he had to do was make it to his secret spot without drawing the attention of his pack.
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