Mechlocked [OOC][SBURB][Closed!]

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IC Thread up yo:
http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...-a-Giant-Robot

>Explain stuff.

You might be wondering, "Mechlocked"? The hell is this!" This is a game with 12 kids, taking place in the near future. They are about to play a game where the stakes are quite high, and along with that, the tools that will be used. Of course in the near future there are no actual mechs, that would be silly! There are simple robots that assist humans in their everyday tasks, but pssssh, no mechas here. SGEAR is the game you shall play, and it shall involve giant robots as the title of this RP suggests. Considering giant robots are involved, it will also be an adjusted version of SBURB.

>What of these 'adjustments'?

This I cannot spoil! Otherwise it would ruin the fun. Just expect giant robots*.

>What about trolls?

There will most likely be no trolls, the reason being is that they aren't really required here and I do not want to imagine what kind of mecha they had.

Okay well maybe I do, just a little bit.

Character Information Sheet:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/...hl=en_US#gid=0

Shipping Chart:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/...hl=en_US#gid=0

Current Chain:

Cain -> Jill -> Lynn -> Sean -> Anne -> Jack -> Jean -> Mona -> Meta -> Rem -> Epic -> Gary

>Rules:

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1. No godmoding. Goes without saying. Pretty vague term, but not too hard to figure out. If you're not sure whether what you're doing is godmoding, ask the GM. More pertains with a character's actions rather than backstory, although backstory can apply.
2. Stay active. If you intend to be away from the RP for more than a week, please let me know before hand. If you have a strict schedule, please inform me of this before you join.
3. Try to remain polite when discussing things involving the RP. Ad hominem arguments make you look stupid.
4. The GM has the last say on disputed matters. We'd like to let you argue, but see rule no.4. If I’m not around, Fusilier is the next person to go to.
5. Have fun, dammit.
6. Applications should be a generic Homestuck styled introduction, but do not mention titles/lands/the robot you want/anything related to the game other than your character will be apart of it.
7. Please use an actual, good symbol.
8. Send all applications by PM. You are allowed to post them in the thread to show off, but please, I need the most updated version in my inbox at the latest.

>Character List:

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1. [Gary Connor=Fusilier]
2. [Epic Henrik=Mythee]
3. [Jill Brecker=segmentedExplorer]
4. [Jean Wilder=EightBlade]
5. [Mona Hackworth=Tamaratan]
6. [Miyu Sullivan=Recumen]
7. [Sean Roland=awesomeIncarnate]
8. [Cain Bernard=colossalOrion]
9. [Lynn Herman=ExplosiveCrate]
10. [Anne Winston=Greem]
11. [Jack Carver=virtuallyGazing]
12. [Ovelia Connor=Leonardo]

>Explain setting more.

Fine fine.

The year is 2255; humanity has taken great strides in technological and medicinal advances. Extremely realistic prosthetic limbs! Helper robots! AI controlled cars, boats, and planes! Hell, there’s already a small colony on the moon! You know what it’s lacking though? Giant robots. There is indeed a severe lack of them in this world. You are one of twelve kids that are going to play the beta for a new game called SGEAR. You may or may not have an interest in technology or have above average motor skills**.

>What of the requirements?

Oh, right. Pesterchum is an obvious requirement, although if you cannot use it for some reason, I can allow typewithme. I really don't want to have to come to that though, as it pretty much means extra work for everyone. It's also a good idea to have Skype, the reason being is that it's an easy, fast, and just an all around effective way of communicating with the people participating in the RP.

>What if all the slots are filled?

Talk to me, I might be willing to open a few more slots.

>Be the AMERICAN.

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in america

Your name is Gary Conner and YOU LOVE AMERICA and you feel its your duty to ESPOUSE THE VIRTUES OF FREEDOM, DEMOCRACY AND THE AMERICAN WAY to anyone who you come accross. Okay, maybe you're a bit arrogant too, but you're awesome enough to back it up. Totally. Due to the DIVORCE OF YOUR PARENTS and DEATH OF YOUR MOTHER (and the complete disappearance of your LAYABOUT FATHER), you are current raised by her creation, RNG, an advanced computer system with a rather...strange personality. One that appears to still be stuck in 1955 and refuses to allow any ANTI-AMERICAN TALK or ACTS in the house. It also refers to you as 'CITIZEN' for some reason. Thankfully, its influence is restricted to a few unneccessary rooms. It also provides a steady stream of income

You're the KING OF BAD JOKES. You could even say you're the PUNISHER. Your jokes are the jokes that make both angels and demons groan in pain! You try to insert them whenever you can. You try to be jovial and upbeat at all times (although you tend to get a little testy when under stress... or around magnets for some reason; I guess you could say you're a little BIPOLAR). As a result of your lack of parental guidance, you're surprisingly competant at menial tasks and are rather independent. You never really feel lonely despite the coldness of the household. This disturbs you somewhat... All in all, you're immature yet grown up. Do you contradict yourself? Very well, you contradict yourself. You contain multitudes.

You are a massive fan of THE ANIMES, as is obvious by your BIRD'S NEST HAIRCUT, with an especial fondness for those involving MECHA. You also love VIDEO GAMES and in general are a GEEK when it comes to your interests. You are also an avid TROPER and will generally drop referrences to it all over the place. As a result, you are highly GENRE SAVVY. Not that life is anything like a story of course. Obviously.

Your captchalogue modus is MAGNET MODUS; cards randomly align themselves either (N)orth or (S) and you may only withdraw items which are opposite to the type you just picked up. Thankfully, items remain polarized as long as long as you use the same name and you've memorized a few handy ones that you can pull out. Unfortunately, you're not able to just pull out an item and then re-captchalogue it; your modus can only take out one item every 100 seconds. Stupid arbitrary limits.

Your chumhandle is patrioticAce and you're completely behind ★merica; love it or leave it.

> Be the Earth kid.

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Your name did not used to be EPIC HENRIK, but NOW IT IS! (Mom doesn't mind.)

You are an INNATELY CHEERFUL kid, though perhaps a bit too DIGNIFIED and PHILOSOPHICAL for your age. This doesn't keep you from being a FUN FRIEND, which stems from having TOO MANY HOBBIES AND INTERESTS. As a result you are GOOD AT A SURPRISING NUMBER OF THINGS, but LACK EXPERTISE; your only genius is being logical and adaptive. Under pressure and/or fear you remain CALM AND ANALYTICAL. Coupled with your tendency to HANDLE RESPONSIBILITY WELL as you seek to understand and satisfy everyone's motivations WITHOUT BEING BOSSY, your peers usually mark you down for LEADER even if you FROWN UPON SOCIAL HIERARCHICAL ORDERS, and uh, tend to get everyone lost on your ADVENTURES. You'll never understand what the big deal is about that; EXPLORING IS FUN. Most of your playmates are male but this is only because of your hobbies, what with being a TOMBOY. Girls are more relaxing because you don't COMPETE WITH THEM. Being a tomboy may or may not always be reflected by the way you dress; both you and your guardian DO NOT PAY ANY HEED TO WHAT YOU ARE WEARING. Your clothes usually... clash. A lot.

You tend to be A MODEL OF COMPASSION and REFUSE TO KILL UNLESS NECESSARY; seriously you wouldn't even hurt a mosquito. Spiders? You love them! (And have no fear of most of what others would regard as grotesque or creepy, except you FEAR CLOWNS, HUMAN DOLLS AND SEEING THINGS DIE.) This is all very unexpected to the schoolyard bullies who have witnessed your VIOLENT SIDE. You have recently discarded this regretful behavior on the grounds that you had no reason to continue. Actually you never even wanted to hurt them; why is FIGHTING SO MUCH FUN. :T Despite being otherwise considerate you like to TRICK/SCARE PEOPLE FOR LAFFS, but really you only have EVERYONE'S BEST LONG TERM INTERESTS IN MIND!

Under the surface of your non-enhanced appearance, AN INFUSION OF SIGNALLING NANOBOTS allows you to ACCESS SIGNAL-RECIEVING TECHNOLOGY and THE INTERNET with custom physical cues (ex.: a twitch of a finger) as your INTERFACE. Substantially reducing the risk, (courtesy of your mom's paranoia), you only output; no information from external sources can be projected to you. Due to this, without a screen you are pretty much BLIND TO THE VIRTUAL WORLD you are interacting with. Any screen on an open network could be used but you carry a HOLOGRAPHIC PROJECTOR at all times.

Your room is SO MESSY THAT EVEN THE CEILING HAS ALL SORTS OF STUFF DANGLING FROM IT. Think Howl's Moving Castle, but with more DIRTY CLOTHES and PLUSHIES. Your MESSY FETCH MODUS reflects this, and your SLINKYKIND strife specibus... is ineffective. You think that romance is GROSS, but you love HUMANS AND THE EARTH just a little more than YOURSELF. Which is to say, A LOT.

You type Properly but use lolspeak to put teh emphasiss awn thingies, and can sort of exaggerate ANYTHINGGGGGG. 8DDDD

>Be the goggles chick.

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Your name is JILL BRECKER.

You are 13 YEARS OLD and you wear COOL GOGGLES. You like to think that they draw attention away from your BRACES (which you hate) and you always feel more confident while wearing them. They also double as SAFETY GLASSES and have saved your eyes from SHRAPNEL countless times.

You live in a CONVERTED WAREHOUSE in the middle of nowhere with your UNCLE, a renowned GENIUS when it comes to ROBOTICS. He has crammed much of his KNOWLEDGE into your brain and with it you have built many cool things, including your PROSTHETIC LEFT HAND and a ROBOTIC PAL you affectionately call DOC SCRAP.

Not long after you were born both your parents died in a freak accident, leaving you with a VAST INHERITANCE. Your UNCLE has used most of it to further your education and to provide you with access to any resource you might need. With his help, you've already earned a BACHELORS DEGREE in ROBOENGINEERING.

You are also an INVENTOR, and have designed quite a few neat things. You have heavily modified your PROSTHETIC HAND and GOGGLES and you would tweak your BRACES if they weren't at such an awkward angle. Damn them and damn that DENTIST who prescribed them!

Your FETCH MODUS is the ALPHABET MODUS. It is useful in that it comes with TWENTY-SIX CARDS, each assigned to a letter of the alphabet. Unfortunately you can't captchalogue an object whose name starts with an already occupied letter. CHANGING ITEM NAMES is essential, and you are annoyed by the perpetually empty Q AND Z SLOTS.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is WRENCHKIND because it is the closest thing to a weapon you own. You've used your trusty STEEL SPANNER so much it already feels like an extension of your arm. Also it feels so satisfying when you clonk it against things.

Your chumhandle is mercurialWhimsy and y□ur w□rds have an □dd t□ne t□ them.

>Be the janitor.

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(O)Why you cannot! YOU ARE TOO BUSY BEING THE DEFENDER OF THE EARTH!=

>Seriously.

(O)The Earth needs constant defending, citizen!=



You are now JEAN WILDER, and you have been fourteen years old for quite some time! Not that age matters to you, oh no, you have the god given task of PROTECTING THE EARTH from anything!

You just can't really fulfill it. NOT YET CAN YOU DEFEND THE EARTH, for first you must DEFEND THE PEOPLE FROM FILTH. You are the ALL PURPOSE HANDYMAN for the world's BIGGEST(and most commercial) THEME PARK, ZAPP LAND. If a machine breaks down? You try and fail to fix it! If there's a spill? You're on your break! If there's a toilet in need of cleaning? You let the other guy do it! Only you are the other guy, and this job sucks at times.

But deep down, you know that you were born to be a HEROIC SPACE CAPTAIN or something! If only your BOSS would agree. He fires you roughly ONCE A DAY, and rehires you JUST AS FAST. You wonder why he does it.

Speaking of FIRING, you have an VESTED INTEREST in ARCADE GAMES, particularly SHOOTERS. Infact, you have the HIGHEST SCORE in EVERY LIGHT GUN GAME AT ZAPP LAND! Sadly, you also have the HIGHEST SCORE in every MOPPING SIMULATOR.

Other INTERESTS, you say? Why, who needs INTERESTS when you are going to PROTECT THE EARTH! You've been training for this all your life for this! Constantly reading every COMIC BOOK you can find, seeing every movie and reading every obscure novel about EARTH DEFENDING SPACE CAPTAINS! Why, you're almost ready, you'd say!

Like any good JANITORIAL BASED SPACE CAPTAIN TO BE, you utilize the SCRUB MODUS. Each item card is covered in virtual "FILTH" which you must VIOLENTLY SCRUB OFF to access it. And due to your DEMANDING JOB, you have a STRIFE PORTFOLIO containing: MopKind, Brushkind, Shovelkind and your only non-janitorial related STRIFE SPECIBI: Pistolkind.

Your chumhandle is furiousGravity and (O)Type like you're in freefall!=

>Be the nerdy hipster.

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{YEAH, you pretty much have me DOWN to a T!||



Your name is MONA HACKWORTH, and you specialize in LYING.

Wait, let’s not start off like that. Your name is MONA HACKWORTH, and you are WIDELY known for your VIDEO GAME REVIEWS. Well, not exactly WIDELY KNOWN, but still. You know EVERYTHING this is to know about video games, and always have a review up and online every Sunday night! Of course, you’re rather picky—you refuse to review games that are NEW or MAINSTREAM. Some people call you a hipster, but you don’t mind. It’s all going according to plan?

What’s your plan? To net yourself a nice NERD-BOY, of course! Everyone knows nerds LOVE hot hipsters. And even then, you’re fairly certain nerds are EASY anyways. You love fantasizing about how he would do your homework for you and then get a super-well paying job and make tons of money so you could SIT AROUND ALL DAY AND BE A RICH SACK OF SHIT. Well no, you’d rather pursue your own interests, but come on! Who doesn’t want to be RICH?

Anyways, what you REALLY enjoy is OLD MUSIC. No, not stuff from the new millennium! You’re talking OLD. Like, Beethoven old. Tchaikovsky old. Richard Wagner ooh mr wagner ooh. You are completely in love with CLASSICAL music, and enjoy composing pieces in that style. You don’t consider yourself good enough to be a professional yet, but you’re a DAMN GOOD AMATEUR. It is rather disappointing that you don’t REMEMBER making some of your better pieces, but it’s not like you can help it—you WERE bedazzled out of your mind!

Oh, you should probably, uh, mention that. You’re a... distributor of various... uh, medical supplies! Yes, that’s what they are, medical supplies.

Okay, yeah, that was pretty pathetic. You’re actually kind of a DRUG DEALER. You’ve got a pretty nice set up—you get the goods from your “supplier”, and distribute them to your “loyal customers” for a hefty price. While you have to give most of it to your supplier, he allows you to keep some of the money, and gives you your own “GOODS” for free! You’re rather happy with the whole setup, though it annoys you that you’re unable to get any work in on WEEKENDS. Why? Well, your OLDER SISTER comes home every weekend to CHECK UP on you. While she doesn’t know about any of your ILLICIT DEALINGS, you really don’t WANT her to, and thus restrain yourself from being very involved with anything of that nature when she’s home. You mostly stay in your room and... well, like you said before. REVIEW VIDEO GAMES.

Besides that, you’re actually pretty normal. It’s not like you sometimes have drug-induced flights of fancy where you pretend to be a VIKING WARRIOR PRINCESS or anything! No nope not at all. And you CERTAINLY don’t dress your pet sheep, VICKLLY, up as a HANDSOME NERDY VIKING PRINCE WHO SAVES YOU FROM THE DASTARDLY CLUTCHES OF COMPOSING BLOCK.

Your chumhandle is abstrusePolyphony and you {Tend to EMPHASISE anything you deem IMPORTANT! | And SOMETIMES stuff that ISN’T important, TOO!||

>Be the writer dude.

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Writing Stories is hard work. And writing a beginning can be just as hard as writing an ending. You have to introduce characters, decide what kind of state the intro exists in, not to mention grab attention and keep it until the story proper starts.

You go by the pseduonum of REM (all great writers have pseudonyms! Your real name is MIYU SULLIVAN.), and you are fourteen years old. Right now you are looking at your room's fourth wall, which is actually your personal fenestrated wall. Everyone has them in the future (which is actually the present) you know.



You have a number of INTERESTS. Your biggest one, naturally, is WRITING. You scoff at that simple term - you are a CREATOR. You do not write words, you FORGE them. You do not write worlds, you ERECT them. You do not write characters, you BIRTH them and this is where your analogy is starting to get a little weird so it is probably for the best to move on. You are an avid collector of STORIES - any and all formats. Your personal holo-tablet has over thirty thousand written works in it, and you even own a small collection of genuine twentieth century books. Most of them are crap, but even the worst stories are priceless - they tell you what NOT to do, after all. That is not all - you collect games as well, provided they have some form of plot. You love them, in that they allow you to properly explore a world wrought by the efforts of another person's will. When you grow up, you want to go into the Terraforming industry. People laugh at you a lot, given that the industry is more of a poorly funded and implemented government sector, but they'll see. In a decade or two, things are going to be different.

You had an accident when you were five. Your eye had been ruptured and pretty much entirely scrambled by, of all things, a MICRO-METEOR. Seriously. You should be in Guinness World Records as the only human to have survived being hit with a meteor (Kind of). They could have cloned you a new eye, but you opted for an implant instead. It has a nifty bunch of features, most of which it did not originally had. Normal prosthetic implants only have human-level capacities (for 'safety' reasons), but really, when you give even small kids access to the internet and then give them a way to download information via their own optic nerves, do you really expect them to not perform a few upgrades?

You use the SPECTRUM MODUS - All captchalogued items in your sylladex are randomly scattered between the different filtered layers of your right eye as holograms that are invisible to everyone else. You can either take them, or have them appear exactly where they are projected, which is handy. Of course, sometimes the projections will appear in the '0' filter, with no light whatsoever, forcing you to essentially become temporarily blind in your right eye in order to retrieve some items.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS allocations are PENKIND and SCATHEKIND - the latter of which takes the form of scathing, weaponized insults, typically in written format.

Your chumhandle is storyFormer (#9BB4B4), and you tend to actually speak in the second person for emphasis.

>Be Little Boy Blue.

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Who is this blue person you speak 'o? There aren’t aliens on the moon, obviously! You need to become more well read, I believe!



Your name is SEAN ROLAND- no, not this Sean, pooplord! You’re only 15, after all! Nevermind the fact that you already LIVE ON THE MOON. Oh, right, that’s a point you should probably mention, isn’t it? YEP, you live on the Moon. Some parts of it are exciting, but it’s really not something that seems that special to you anymore. Sure, going up was PRETTY EXCITING, and when going outside your SMALL HOUSING UNIT, you can bounce a good height. Sometimes, though, you miss the NON-ARTIFICIAL GRASS FIELDS, and VAST MOUNTAIN RANGES.

As a result of living on the Moon, you are surprisingly well-versed in ASTRONOMY, GEOLOGY, MATHEMATICS, and even somewhat in ENGINEERING, but they are all TERRIBLY BORING to you. It doesn’t help that there isn’t a single teacher on the colony, nor any other kids. This means that you are INCREDIBLY socially awkward. Thankfully, they hooked up the Moon with some PRETTY SWEET INTERNET ACCESS. Albeit that it randomly cuts out sometimes, making it extremely annoying. Along with this, you are also KINDA PHYSICALLY WEAK, due to only having to deal with 1/6 of Earth’s gravity.

However, your real interests lie in ROBOTICS, most specifically MOON ROVERS. You don’t know why you call them rovers at this point, considering they’re more like HELPER MECHS or something of the sort, and help you scout out the Moon. Your dad lets you ride or pilot them sometimes, even! That’s probably your favorite part about being on the moon. Aside from that, you have a rather IDEALISTIC VIEW of what relationships and such are supposed to be like, since all you know of is movies and such that deal with the issue- and since new movies don’t come to the moon very often, you’re quite outdated- and with music, too.

Your Strife Specubus is set to batonKind, a gift from your father from back when he was a police working in SCOTLAND YARD. As far as your Fetch Modus goes, you use the STAR MODUS, which allocates each card to a unique constellation or star (or other celestial body), and you must remember the name of that star to take the card. This was given to you as a challenge from your DAD, who wanted you to memorize the celestial bodies better.

Your chumhandle is celestialPioneer, and you speak with a bit o’ an accent, remembering to use good diction!

>Be the flighty one.

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Wooooaaaah, let's not do anything HASTY, sir.



Your name is Cain Bernard. For the most part, you are LUCKY TO BE ALIVE. Why? It's mostly due to the fact your COUSIN enjoys taking you on RANDOM EXTREME SPORTS TRIPS. The worst part? HE ENJOYS SURPRISING YOU. One minute you're going to sleep in your nice and comfy bed, the next second you are a few steps from FREE FALLING WITHOUT A PARACHUTE. Due to your cousin, you've grown to be EXTREMELY PARANOID. Due to this, you question pretty much EVERYTHING.

In terms of interests, you used to have an interest in AVIATION and SPEED, but your cousin QUICKLY BUTCHERED THAT. More recently, you have an interest in KNIGHTS. You think they are pretty cool, and you attempt to MIMIC their CODE OF HONOR. Your cousin calls you SIR which you find insulting because you're NOT ACTUALLY A KNIGHT, even though it would be soooo cooool.

You live with your cousin in a MANSION under your uncle's name, which you both don't see anymore. Your father was a very famous stunt pilot, until that was OUTLAWED. You think he committed suicide by jumping off a very tall building, but the details are kind of... Messy. Your uncle is a VERY RICH MAN and is why you live in relative comfort. Due to your PARANOIA, you distrust most technology.

Another interest you have is FALCONRY, from which you have a GOSHAWK by the name of MORDECAI, and a RAVEN by the name of BEATRICE. Of course, BEATRICE is more of a pet. Your UNCLE gave her to you on your 10th birthday, before he WENT AWAY. She keeps you company. As mentioned before, you used to like AVIATION. Your role model is MANFRED VON RICHTHOFEN, and you find him such an INSPIRATION. To the point where you wear his COLOR AND INSIGNIA.

For the most part, you attempt to keep POSITIVE, but you FAIL SPECTACULARLY. One way or another you find yourself in a situation you really don’t want to be in. You like to blame it all on your cousin, for dragging you to places you don’t want to go. It’s also because of him that you are a CRIPPLE. Okay well, he broke your leg on one of his trips and you refused to go to the doctor. You have a slight suspicion he took you there ANYWAYS, while you were sleeping.

For this reason, your strife specibus is caneKind. Your modus of choice happens to be the CALM MODUS. You must keep calm to receive your item, which is hard considering YOU’RE REALLY PARANOID.

Your chumhandle is ravenousTactician and you always end your sentences honorably, sir.

>Be the POLICE.

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Your name is LYNN HERMAN, and you are a member of the NEW YORK YOUTH SECURITY FORCE, which is to say, you take your security courses VERY SERIOUSLY. TOO seriously, as some QUALIFIED INSTRUCTORS have pointed out.

So seriously, in fact, that you've just about replaced every limb in your body with an AUGMENTED PROSTHETIC, because those darn CRIMINALS won't get the better of you that easily! Fist beats crowbar, punk!

Oh wait, where were you? Oh right, describing yourself.

You currently live in a HIGH-RISE APARTMENT COMPLEX along with your OLDER BROTHER, who happens to be the CHIEF OF POLICE around these parts. He's usually not at home, considering what his job is, and how collectively SHITTY New York is. Despite that, you consider him the best person in the world, despite him not being a GENIUS or anything, and that he keeps on trying to keep you out of the FORCE, but you won't have that! There are more criminals than ever, and it it your duty to stop them!

Huh? Oh right, focus.

Your PROSTHETIC LIMBS are built for general utility, such as lifting heavy objects and beating the everliving crap out of the punks down Wooster Street! Your shiny legs... don't really do much. They're just civilian models, after all, but they ARE much sturdier than the squishy organic legs you had before.

Whenever you aren't ruthlessly pursuing criminals you enjoy typical teenage activities, unfortunately your bonding habits have left you rather friendless, so you instead tend to go it around the apartment reading COMIC BOOKS, or KILLING time playing VIDEO GAMES. Most of your social interaction not involving INTERROGATIONS and the like comes from your few friends which you have met over the years, which you talk to over the intranet.

Your current STRIFE SPECIBUS is sprybttlekind, which you admit is rather lame, or it would be if it wasn't MILITARY-GRADE PURE CAPSAICIN. You are rather content with this, even if you'd rather just beat people's faces in. Unfortunately, you do not own the fistkind specibus, and even if you did, you doubt your DAD would appreciate it if you caved every punk's head in!

You use the BRUTALITY MODUS, which in now way reflects your apprehension methods. Well, most of the time, anyway. To retrieve an item, you must beat a ghost image of the item into submission or disrepair, whichever comes first. It's usually disrepair, since most items can't beg for mercy! Or at least, you hope they can't.

Your chumhandle is kilowattManhandler, and ╟╫╫YOU TALK BEHIND BARS. BEHIND THE BARS OF JUSTICE!╫╫╢

>Be the cyborg.

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>Be the cyberquack’s guinea pig.
that’s not nice! >:(
>Be the doctor’s daughter.
that’s better! :)



Your name is ANNE WINSTON, you’re 13 years old, and today is a good day to fly. Well, so you’d like to say, but your FATHER has told you that under no circumstances are you allowed to have jets installed in your legs unless you have them replaced. And those are parts you don’t want replaced yet!

You should probably explain. Your father used to be a MILITARY DOCTOR until he was DISHONORABLY DISCHARGED FOR ILLEGAL EXPERIMENTATION. He’s what some people call a MAD SCIENTIST. All you know is he’s replaced your arms, both your eyes, and a few of your internal organs, and you were glad because you had a WEAK HEART before he replaced it.

You do have your own interests. You enjoy TINKERING WITH WEAPONRY, most of which is a part of your father’s ILLICIT COLLECTION. You also enjoy AI CODING, which you are HORRIBLE AT. As a matter of fact, you just plain LOVE TECHNOLOGY. You also enjoy BEING ATHLETIC and COMPETING IN SPORTS, and your walls are covered with images of famous athletes. Unlike many of your friends, you have TWO CYBERNETIC EYES, one of which is a prototype that OCCASIONALLY MALFUNCTIONS. Fortunately, when it does that, all that happens is you lose sight in that eye for a while, and a little bit of oil escapes into your bloodstream. Most others would probably find this CAUSE FOR WORRY, but for you it’s just an UNCOMMON OCCURRENCE.

You also have a single CYBERNETIC ARM; your father for some reason won’t replace your left arm. Then again, your right arm now contains a GRAPPLING HOOK and can have ADDITIONAL ARMS fold out of it. Your father has also decided to replace some of your ORGANS; you now have a CYBERNETIC HEART, a STOMACH CAPABLE OF DIGESTING INORGANIC MATTER, and an ENHANCED NERVOUS SYSTEM. Unfortunately, the new nerves were also experimental, and occasionally you feel pain flares. When you dream, those flares are nowhere to be felt. It’s almost like in your dreams your father managed to SEAMLESSLY INTEGRATE YOUR CYBERNETICS.

Your strife specibus, which you constantly tinker with, is set to PLASMARIFLEKIND. You’re fairly certain your father doesn’t know you’ve been sneaking around in his weapons stash. Your fetch modus is set to JENGA; your augmented eyes and enhanced right arm make it a breeze to navigate.

Your chumhandle is cyberneticMistress and there’s not really anything special about how you type. :) It’s going to be awesome playing this new game; you can’t wait.

>Be Jack Carver.

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awww man do I have to



You are now JACK CARVER, the unluckiest bastard in the universe. All though this is only half true, which in itself if pretty UNLUCKY, this needs some explaining. Your LUCK is actually pretty neutral, the problem is this is only because anytime something UNLUCKY happens, something good always ends up balancing it out.

Your finger for example, you lost it in a way THAT YOU DON'T SPEAK OF, really only one guy knows and he probably won't say anything. Anyways losing your finger sucked, luckily you have free health care being CANADIAN, unluckily it was the surgeons first day on the job and he fucked up the installation of your new ROBO-FINGER so you had to be awake while they removed the rest of the finger and then put on the new one, thankfully you got the latest model, unfortunately it's a prototype that malfunctions constantly, luckily you have friends who are good with machines but by now you're just tired of the whole mess and are going to let sleeping FINGERS lie.

But enough about your awful LUCK. You have a few INTERESTS that mostly involve you not leaving your house, leaving your house invites MISFORTUNE. SUPERSTITION is one of your interests if you couldn't guess. You are extremely good at VIDEO-GAMES but that's about it. You have a love for an ancient group of warriors known as Samurai, they just look so COOL. You wish you could emulate their system of honour but you're no HERO, as much as you wish you were. Something else worth mentioning is your complete lack of technical skill, you break machines constantly.

Your chumhandle is technicalDifficulties and you're pretty resigned to your fate

>Be the troll.

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Yeah, I know the drill.



Your name is Ovelia "Meta" Conner and you KNOW HOW THIS SHIT PLAYS OUT. You've seen it in every film and KNOW EACH LINE BY HEART. This has, in turn, caused you to deveolp a case of SEEN THIS SHIT, LET'S MOVE ON. No, you don't have a fondness for REALLY BAD MOVIES. What kind of IDIOT would be like that? Honestly, the only thing that puts spark in your fire these days are ROMANTIC COMEDIES. [Never change JULIA ROBERTS] They're meant to be so damn predictable by design that THE PLEASURE still exists. Recently however, you'd stumbled onto a hundred plus year old series known as DOCTOR WHO. It's the only thing that you tend to GUSH ABOUT.

In line with your earlier dilema, you are also a AVID TROPER. This happens to be the KNIFE AT YOUR SIDE however, the FINAL NAIL IN THE COFFIN if you would. It does has its uses with your habit of being a bit of a BITCH ONLINE.

That's right. You're a TROLL.

What? No, you don't have any fucking HORNS. What kind of question is THAT?

You sometimes close your eyes and DARE TO DREAM. You dream WONDERFUl, GLORIOUS things. BE THE HERO! SAVE the day! But...You don't really have the BRIGHT AND COLORFUL personality that's sorta asked for during your application into heroship. In fact, you're a bit DRY AND BITCHY. But honestly, you're just the type of girl who's TOO PROUD to say she's sorry or to reach out. So fucking TSUNDERE. You, in fact, CANNOT BELIEVE you just labeled yourself as such!

Anyway...Something interesting...Oh right. You live under the sea. No, this isn't Sealab 2021 and you won't FUCKING GLUB. In fact, you're a bit bored by the whole thing...If it wasn't for the fact that aquatic life was...Nice to look at, your life would be PRETTY FUCKING BORING. Thanks Dad...Oh, him? Right, you haven't said anything about that SCUM. Always HAPPY AND CHEERFUL, ready to ask you how your day was...Oh, make that how was your MONTH. It was the LAST TIME he saw you after all, what with all his...Oh, what the hell did he call it again? Colonialistic-Marine-Biologist duties. He pretends to take an interest in your BUMBLING interest in art. Always putting it up on the fridge for the empty house to see...Lousy supportive unsupportive BASTARD.

Your FETCH MODUS is the TRIVIA MODUS. It comes with SEVERAL SETTINGS but you tend to just keep it assigned to movie trivia. Get it wrong and it locks itself down for SEVERAL MINUTES at a time. The correct answer gives you whatever you wish to retrieve, OBVIOUSLY. CAREFUL THOUGH, as the more cards in your possession, the higher the difficulty of the trivia. Sometimes you set it to other features, such as pop-culter trivia, because...WHY THE HELL NOT? [Though you can never resist a good try at the SIX DEGREES OF KEVIN BACON setting]

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated with the PUMMELKIND ABSTRATUS, since you tend to poorly imitate the Kung-Fu flicks that you've watched on Aquaflicks from time to time. Maybe with some REAL PRACTICE you can get it down.

Your Chumhandle is trivialPursuit. and you tend to ⒡⒧aunt your cin⒠mat⒧c know⒧⒠dg⒠.

Resources?!

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Music

*Including but not limited to: EXPLOSIONS! IMPLOSIONS! MACROSS-MISSILE-MASSACRES! GETTA BEAAAAAAAAAAM! ROCKET PUNCHES! CHESSSSTO!
**Actual skill required, unless you want a character that is purposely bad at piloting.

(Warning: Getta Beams, Rocket punches that are not used by Daiguard and chestos may be restricted until later in the RP)

[Haikari]

RIGHT JUST GOING TO SAY HERE THAT I AM CALLING A SPOT IN THIS. :B

[Nexev]

Reserve i guess.

Who the fuck is fusslier? Stitch?

[colossalOrion]

Errr, that was fast. Should I open up two more slots?

[Greem]

>_> <_< I want in

[colossalOrion]

Two more slots opened. x__x

[Recumen]

Hell with it, claiming the last slot.

[segmentedExplorer]

I think we should have an even boy/girl ratio.

Working on my profile.

Also, I think ten is enough. It will be hard spriting after a massive amount of prototyping...

[colossalOrion]

Hell with it, claiming the last slot.

You're in luck. One of the slots just opened up.

[Recumen]

Excellence impaled upon a carbon-nanotube stick thing. Drawing up a proper profile at the time of posting.

[segmentedExplorer]

>> Be the goggles chick.

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Your name is JILL BRECKER.

You are 13 YEARS OLD and you wear COOL GOGGLES. You like to think that they draw attention away from your BRACES (which you hate) and you always feel more confident while wearing them. They also double as SAFETY GLASSES and have saved your eyes from SHRAPNEL countless times.

You live in a CONVERTED WAREHOUSE in the middle of nowhere with your UNCLE, a renowned GENIUS when it comes to ROBOTICS. He has crammed much of his KNOWLEDGE into your brain and with it you have built many cool things, including your PROSTHETIC LEFT HAND and a ROBOTIC PAL you affectionately call DOC SCRAP.

Not long after you were born both your parents died in a freak accident, leaving you with a VAST INHERITANCE. Your UNCLE has used most of it to further your education and to provide you with access to any resource you might need. With his help, you've already earned a BACHELORS DEGREE in ROBOENGINEERING.

You are also an INVENTOR, and have designed quite a few neat things. You have heavily modified your PROSTHETIC HAND and GOGGLES and you would tweak your BRACES if they weren't at such an awkward angle. Damn them and damn that DENTIST who prescribed them!

Your FETCH MODUS is a basic NAMED ARRAY because you don't mess around with your inventory, especially when you absolutely need to be able to pick the right object at the right moment.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is WRENCHKIND because it is the closest thing to a weapon you own. You've used your trusty STEEL SPANNER so much it already feels like an extension of your arm. Also it feels so satisfying when you clonk it against things.

Your chumhandle is mercurialWhimsy and y□ur w□rds have an □dd t□ne t□ them.

[colossalOrion]

Added to the first post, anyone else? :3

[Recumen]

I know we are supposed to PM you our profiles, but I'll post it here for public viewing as well - I'll be sure to edit/take it down as asked.

Entry:

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=====> Narrate about yourself in the second person

Writing Stories is hard work. And writing a beginning can be just as hard as writing an ending. You have to introduce characters, decide what kind of state the intro exists in, not to mention grab attention and keep it until the story proper starts.

You go by the pseduonum of REM (all great writers have pseudonyms! Your real name is SULLIVAN MIYU.), and you are fourteen years old. Right now you are looking at your room's fourth wall, which is actually your personal fenestrated wall. Everyone has them in the future (which is actually the present) you know.



You have a number of INTERESTS. Your biggest one, naturally, is WRITING. You scoff at that simple term - you are a CREATOR. You do not write words, you FORGE them. You do not write worlds, you ERECT them. You do not write characters, you BIRTH them and this is where your analogy is starting to get a little weird so it is probably for the best to move on. You are an avid collector of STORIES - any and all formats. Your personal holo-tablet has over thirty thousand written works in it, and you even own a small collection of genuine twentieth century books. Most of them are crap, but even the worst stories are priceless - they tell you what NOT to do, after all. That is not all - you collect games as well, provided they have some form of plot. You love them, in that they allow you to properly explore a world wrought by the efforts of another person's will. When you grow up, you want to go into the Terraforming industry. People laugh at you a lot, given that the industry is more of a poorly funded and implemented government sector, but they'll see. In a decade or two, things are going to be different.

You had an accident when you were five. Your eye had been ruptured and pretty much entirely scrambled by, of all things, a MICRO-METEOR. Seriously. You should be in Guinness World Records as the only human to have survived being hit with a meteor (Kind of). They could have cloned you a new eye, but you opted for an implant instead. It has a nifty bunch of features, most of which it did not originally had. Normal prosthetic implants only have human-level capacities (for 'safety' reasons), but really, when you give even small kids access to the internet and then give them a way to download information via their own optic nerves, do you really expect them to not perform a few upgrades?

You use the SPECTRUM MODUS - All captchalogued items in your sylladex are randomly scattered between the different filtered layers of your right eye as holograms that are invisible to everyone else. You can either take them, or have them appear exactly where they are projected, which is handy. Of course, sometimes the projections will appear in the '0' filter, with no light whatsoever, forcing you to essentially become temporarily blind in your right eye in order to retrieve some items.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS allocations are PENKIND and SCATHEKIND - the latter of which takes the form of scathing, weaponized insults, typically in written format.

Your chumhandle is storyFormer (#9BB4B4), and you tend to actually speak in the second person for emphasis.

[colossalOrion]

Errr, quick question to all the players here. Would you want to continue with the mechas we have or would you be willing to sit down with Mythee(one of our players) and have her design your own custom one?

[Greem]

DESIGN CUSTOM MECH.

I would love that SO MUCH.

[Mythee]

And that's three for Yea, naught for Nae! /herp derp

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Yes please here.

[Haikari]

I really don't know.
I kind of like the idea of using a Zoid as Sarah's mech since I am so familiar with them but if you rather we create our own then I suppose I can do that too.

So I guess my vote is that I want to keep what I have if I can but will switch if it is necessary.

[colossalOrion]

Well, designing a mech that is has a similar idea to your Zoid but has your own personal touch could work? I really just want a general consensus before I make a big decision like this.

[segmentedExplorer]

Reply = VERY YES

I would love to have a custom-designed mecha and I applaud your commitment to this game.

[Haikari]

=>Be the Red Headed Tomboy



Your name is SALLY COOPER.

You are 13 years old and are a natural RED HEAD. Honestly though, you find it kind of amusing that you are labeled a red head when your hair color is actually more along the lines of an orange. You also have a soft dusting of FRECKLES all over your body, something that you try to cover up with your large variety of LONG SLEEVED SHIRTS. All in all most people would probably label you as rather HOMELY or maybe a GIRL NEXT DOOR TYPE.

Not that you care much about what you look like, being a TOMBOY and all. While other girls were off playing dress up and dollies you were off playing BASEBALL and MUD WRESTLING. Not that you are limited to just those things though. You pretty much love all forms of SPORTS. You could almost go so far as to say when it comes to sports you are a JACK OF ALL TRADES, though admittedly that only really implies to sports as you pretty much suck at nearly everything else. SCHOOL is particularly difficult for you, though it isn’t really because you are stupid. You just generally tend to have your mind on OTHER THINGS.

Of all the different activities you partake in you would have to say that GO-KARTING is your absolute favorite. Though technically it’s become something more along the lines of GO-HOVERKARTING, though that sounds a bit silly. You have an extreme NEED FOR SPEED and have won a good amount of RACING COMPETITIONS. This has made you a bit of a HOME TOWN hero, at least amongst your male peers, who you tend to get along a lot better with the other girls.

It isn’t as if you never tried to FIT IN with the other girls. In fact, there was a point in time a FEW YEARS BACK that you actually attempted to go GIRLY. However, it seems as if you just weren’t cut out for that kind of lifestyle and after an INCIDENT IN CLASS that you really RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT you abandoned the notions of ever getting along with your female class mates. Not that you mind. The boys are more fun anyway and you always have your ONLINE FRIENDS to talk to. Not to mention your FATHER.

You ADORE your father. He is absolutely EVERYTHING to you and you in turn are absolutely everything to him. He even left his job in the city to move out here to the COUNTRY to allow you to further pursue your hobbies, to which is he is large SUPPORTER of. You suppose you could call your dad a GENTLE GIANT in that he looks like he’d be able to beat you to a pulp but in all actuality he just wants to give you a MASSIVE BEAR HUG. He doesn’t care at all about your STUBBORN STREAK or the fact you don’t like talking about your FEELINGS. He loves you just the way you are. All in all, he is just a FRIENDLY LOVABLE FAMILY GUY, though deep inside you know that he must miss your mother terribly.

Your mother passed away when you were roughly THREE from BURN WOUNDS that were brought about from an ELECTRICAL FIRE in your APPARTMENT. You don’t really remember her very well, but you still keep a PICTURE of her in your WALLET and wear the CRYSTAL FLOWER HAIRCLIP that she bought for you in your hair every day.

You also at one point had a MECHANICLE DOG NAMED K9, though something happened to his circuits about two years ago and now he is just GATHERING RUST on your front porch. Sad really, but there isn’t anyone here to fix him and the closest repair shop is FIVE HOURS away. This is a bit odd given the fact that nearly every other place on the planet has ROBOTS and by association people who can repair them. But you suppose that is just a repercussion of living out here in WYOMING.

Your FETCH MODUS is WHEEL TYPE and honestly you have to say it wasn’t what you were expecting. You had gotten it because you automatically associated it with the wheels of a car but in fact it is more like one of those game show wheels that you spin. In fact that is exactly what it is. The items are all set upon the wheel and whatever you land on is what pops out. Not the most convenient modus but it can be fun if you aren’t in a hurry.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS on the other hand is something you are very comfortable using, BATKIND. You feel comfortable when you have your ALUMINUM BAT in your hands. Years of BASEBALL and SOFTBALL have made swinging it second nature to you.

Your chumhandle is daddysTomboy (#345165) and you type in a way that isn’t very interesting:


Right. Just going to put this here. C:
And that sounds fine to me.

[colossalOrion]

Added Haikari's character to the first post. ._.

[awesomeIncarnate]

I'd like to make my own mech- but maybe I could design it and send something to Mythee, because it would be awesome to see other people's versions of my mech, but my own well, needs to be custom. :P
(Since, well, half the reason I joined was to design my mech ; w; )

[Greem]

So I submitted my character. Here she is:

>Be the cyberquack’s guinea pig.
that’s not nice! >:(
>Be the doctor’s daughter.
that’s better! :)



Your name is ANNE WINSTON, you’re 13 years old, and today is a good day to fly. Well, so you’d like to say, but your DOCTOR has told you that under no circumstances are you allowed to have jets installed in your legs unless you have them replaced. And those are parts you don’t want replaced yet!

You should probably explain. Your guardian used to be a MILITARY DOCTOR until he was DISHONORABLY DISCHARGED FOR ILLEGAL EXPERIMENTATION. He’s what some people call a MAD SCIENTIST. All you know is he’s replaced your arms, both your eyes, and a few of your internal organs, and you were glad because you had a WEAK HEART before he replaced it.

You do have your own interests. You enjoy TINKERING WITH WEAPONRY, most of which is a part of your father’s ILLICIT COLLECTION. You also enjoy AI CODING, which you are HORRIBLE AT. As a matter of fact, you just plain LOVE TECHNOLOGY. You also enjoy BEING ATHLETIC and COMPETING IN SPORTS, and your walls are covered with images of famous athletes. Unlike many of your friends, you have TWO CYBERNETIC EYES, one of which is a prototype that OCCASIONALLY MALFUNCTIONS. Fortunately, when it does that, all that happens is you lose sight in that eye for a while, and a little bit of oil escapes into your bloodstream. Most others would probably find this CAUSE FOR WORRY, but for you it’s just an UNCOMMON OCCURRENCE.

You also have a single CYBERNETIC ARM; your father for some reason won’t replace your left arm. Then again, your right arm now contains a GRAPPLING HOOK and can have ADDITIONAL ARMS fold out of it. Your father has also decided to replace some of your ORGANS; you now have a CYBERNETIC HEART, a STOMACH CAPABLE OF DIGESTING INORGANIC MATTER, and an ENHANCED NERVOUS SYSTEM. Unfortunately, the new nerves were also experimental, and occasionally you feel pain flares. When you dream, those flares are nowhere to be felt. It’s almost like in your dreams your doctor managed to SEAMLESSLY INTEGRATE YOUR CYBERNETICS.

Your strife specibus, which you constantly tinker with, is set to PLASMARIFLEKIND. You’re fairly certain your doctor doesn’t know you’ve been sneaking around in his weapons stash. Your fetch modus is set to JENGA; your augmented eyes and enhanced right arm make it a breeze to navigate.

Your chumhandle is cyberneticMistress and there’s not really anything special about how you type. :) It’s going to be awesome playing this new game; you can’t wait.

[segmentedExplorer]

You have grappling hook arm/hand too? Cool! That makes us grapplebuddies! I think Jill will be very interested in meeting your character. 8]

(posting from my phone at work)