OOC: Solaris RPG
#1161
Posted 05 September 2012 - 03:57 PM
#1162
Posted 06 September 2012 - 12:33 AM
#1163
Posted 06 September 2012 - 12:43 AM
#1164
Posted 06 September 2012 - 05:42 AM
#1165
Posted 06 September 2012 - 01:35 PM
#1166
Posted 06 September 2012 - 02:13 PM
Not that I mind you joining GW, but if this is a team bonding session, it should just be the team?
//Isn't sure what official plan is here
#1167
Posted 06 September 2012 - 02:33 PM
#1168
Posted 06 September 2012 - 02:37 PM
I assume Team Two will be yourself, GW, CG, and...the gentleman whose name I have forgotten who is playing the stripper.
#1169
Posted 06 September 2012 - 02:40 PM
#1170
Posted 06 September 2012 - 02:41 PM
#1171
Posted 06 September 2012 - 02:42 PM
#1172
Posted 06 September 2012 - 08:20 PM
#1173
Posted 07 September 2012 - 03:19 AM
#1174
Posted 07 September 2012 - 05:23 AM
-Jeremy, on his very obvious alt.
#1175
Posted 07 September 2012 - 05:43 AM
#1176
Posted 07 September 2012 - 05:43 PM
#1177
Posted 09 September 2012 - 01:28 AM
Thom Frankfurt, on 09 September 2012 - 12:08 AM, said:
“Hangman!” Bertie called out once the hubbub had died down a bit, “The rest of Team One were thinking we might take you and your lady friend out for a drink. There’s a nice tea house I’ve heard about, and yes,” he said, shooting a glance at Jack, “they do serve alcohol. Sure, it’s a bit late, but what do you have planned for tomorrow anyway?”
Straining his neck, Markus looked up at the unfamilar mechjock leaning over the railing of the fourth story balcony. It wasn't Jack, and not the guy with the fuzzy bunny slippers, so it had to have been Heather's father, ah.. what's his name? Bertie? With pain lancing down his neck, DeMarkus winced as he looked down to Kaylee, who with beaming smile nodded. He then looked back up at Heather's dad and nodded as much as he hated himself afterward as his stiff neck protested.
For the curious, Bertie and DeMarkus have actually encountered one another before, but possibly not in quite so recognisable circumstances. Here, they briefly encountered each other while rendering first aid to those hurt in the wake of Mad Jack's "let's jump on a van" accident. This is probably the first time they've actually met, though.
Edited by Sparks Murphey, 09 September 2012 - 01:28 AM.
#1178
Posted 09 September 2012 - 01:32 AM
Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 09 September 2012 - 01:33 AM.
#1179
Posted 09 September 2012 - 01:39 AM
It was more just a note of trivia that, hey, look, they have actually met before!
#1180
Posted 10 September 2012 - 06:16 AM
Here's what I got, of course I'm open to changes. Let me know what you think! And of course if it's too late to join up because it would be too hard to integrate a new character into the story, I totally understand.
Name: Damian Alekzander Vilochenza
Callsign: Fisheye
Date of Birth/Age: July 9, 3006/ 25
Current Mech: Blackjack BJ-1DB (secondhand, Mercenary owned, damaged leg armor and gyros, one LL and ML inoperable pending electrical repair, persistant unpleasant odor and several suspiscious stains in cockpit) painted garishly yellow with the words "Mr. Sunshine" painted on the chassis. Apparently the previous mercenary owner had a weird sense of humor, or a death wish. Or both. At least it was relatively cheap. There is also a small, reinforced lockbox in the cockpit that the previous owner failed to give Damian the combination to. This also seems to be where the odor is coming from.
House Affiliation: Former Liao
Military History: Mech pilot since '28, participated in 4th Succesion War, former member of the 3rd Chesterton Voltigeurs, 2nd Battalion (disbanded) Ranked Lance Corporal
Physical Description: Height: 6'0 Weight:150lbs Hair Color/Eye Color: Sandy Blond/Green Complexion: Light
Personal Belongings- Various Civilian clothes, CCAF flak vest and boots with unit emblem patches, small stack of letters from home, hardened ceramic brass knuckles, small basic med kit, 2 packs of St. Ives Smoothies cigarettes, steel lighter with the planetary flag of Highspire and12k C-bills
Notable Caracteristics- Smoker. Large burn scars across upper back/shoulders; Left forearm and hand reinforced with steel rods after reconstructive surgery, resulting in noticeable lack of fine motor control and lowered pain sensitivity; 2 Tattoo's present, one with script reading "Noblesse Oblige" on the ribcage underneath the right pectoral muscle, the other displaying the 3rd Chesterton Voltigeurs unit Emblem on the left deltoid.
Open Background: Born on Highspire as the oldest of 3 to a mid ranked civil servant and a succesful doctor, both fully fledged Capellan citizens, Damian was instilled at a young age with a strong sense of duty and patriotism. He dreamed of becoming a Mechwarrior and serving the Capellan Confederation. His family, however, lacked the money and military connections necessary to send him to a prestigious military academy, despite his high grades and volunteer record. Damian enrolled in the Sarna Duchy RTC at 18, and excelled in Mech combat, tactics, and battlefield triage, and was well liked by both his peers and intructors. Considered the epitome of a wide eyed idealist, Damian was deeply passionate about realizing his dream. In June 3028, one month before his 22nd birthday, Damian graduated the RTC in the top 3% of his class, and was recruited by the Chesterton Reserves. His first deployment was to the 3rd Chesterton Voltigeurs, 2nd Battalion on Tikonov, where he recieved his first Battlemech, a Commando, and his first assignment on July 20th... A mere month before the start of the 4th Succesion War.
After the war ended, Damian refused to return to Highspire, considering himself a disgrace to his family and the Confederation, and feeling like he still had a duty to perform. After a year of searching the stars for a purpose, he decided to head to Solaris, where he could find glory and honor in either life or death. He sold his now battered Capellan Commando and, using the rest of his military pension, bought a used Blackjack and a ticket to Solaris.
Deep Background: During the War, the 3rd Chesterton Voltigeurs were involved in some of the heaviest urban fighting on Tikonov. On New Aragon, the unit was betrayed by multiple officers who defected to the Davion side, including Damian's own Lance Commander, resulting in staggering losses and forcing the survivors to surrender. The year Damian spent wandering after the war, he was actually searching through the criminal underworld of the newly conqured planets for his former commander to exact revenge. He finally recieved information that there was someone on Solaris who could help him. A slim hope, but it was his only lead. Due to the horrors Damian witnessed during the war, his faith in his dreams, his ideals, and himself, have all been greatly shaken. He is struggling to reconcile his deep set idealism with his new reality. He is now quite afraid of taking part in urban combat due to his experience on Tikonov, becoming hot tempered and agitated. He will risk his life to save civilians at any cost.
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