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 Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 9:16 pm
Name: Dr. Shun Akimoto
Age: 41 years old
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Ethnicity: Japanese
Distinguishing Traits: Displays a Buddha-like awareness and serenity. Viewers often get a sense that he is far larger than he appears. Appears to be in better health than men half his age.
Capabilities: Inexplicable 'magic-like' abilities: has been known to 'teleport' into magic-dead areas, make a trained martial artist fall over by meerly tapping on their shoulder, and even 'read minds' meerly by studying someone for a few seconds.
Mental Capabilities: Not only knows, but fully understands multi-PhD concepts.
Training: As a head researcher for the Gaian National Guard, Dr. Akimoto possesses a wide range of training relevant to the development of mecha and related systems. Reiki practicioner, Acupuncture and Shiatsu practicioner. Has been recorded taking down master martial artists with only slight shifts in stance.
Rank: Head of Research and Development - Aquarion Project
Background: [Note: Contains Angelic Layer Spoilers]
Shun Akimoto, student of life. This is what the good doctor would like to be called. As a child, he was trained at a Shaolin monestery, away from his family. It was at this place that he met his good friend, Xia'an. Throughout their training, the two were nearly inseperable, and even once they had left the monestery, the two traveled the world together, their bare feet taking them from province to province, to different countries, and even across the oceans by boat. On their journey, the two encountered a beautiful young woman named Akiko. It was at this point that Xia'an left the company of Shun, for Xia'an had fallen deeply in love with Akiko.
For several years afterwards, Shun continued his journey, not meerly wandering aimlessly, but drinking in all that life could offer. But it was a message from Akiko that put a true purpose to his steps. Xia'an had fallen ill, and no doctor in their area knew why. Shun returned to his friend's side, and spoke with Akiko, trying to find out as much as he could. Xia'an, it seemed, had discovered a fist-sized crystal of remarkable clarity and color. He had told Akiko that he could sense a tremendous power in the gem, and had spent the next week meditating in its presence. Then, on the last day, he let out a strangled cry, and collapsed even as Akiko ran to him. She had called every doctor she could find, but none could give an answer. There was no radiation poisoning, no heart attack, no infection...nothing showed up at all. To the best of their knowledge, Xia'an was a remarkably healthy man who should be up and about and full of life, instead of a man lying deathly still on his bed.
Shun began his search for an answer immediately, leaving Akiko's side to once again travel the world. He studied books on medicine and religion, consulted with various intellectuals he had come across on previous travels, and came to his first revelation: The human body has a complex electrical field. Perhaps Xia'an had somehow disturbed this field in his meditations. Shun searched then down this path, working from medical EKGs, to electronics theory, then out to cybernetics. While the people around him stared at Shun in awe of his comprehensive capabilities, Shun was focused on the answer. It was ever in front of him, just out of his grasp.
His studies on cybernetics made him aware of a young scientist who was developing a brand new computer interface which would allow crippled men and women the chance to walk again. That man, Ichirou Mihara, had since switched to development on a new game that had been sweeping Japan: Angelic Layer. This being the strongest lead so far, Shun decided to seek employment at Angelic Layer, Inc.
While most people tolerated 'Icchan's idiosyncracies, Shun truly got along with the man, and learned a lot from Mihara, and from Angelic Layer. Shun thought at first that Angelic Layer's creator had no idea what a wealth of information he had: brainwave patterns responsible for movement, emotions, desires, and innovations...from hundreds of girls and boys. Icchan proved him wrong, revealing that Angelic Layer was not just a game, but a game whose revenues and data were put back into Icchan's original research. Icchan took Shun in at that point to help develop the artifical leg motors that were derived from Angelic Layer technology, providing the data from all the Angelic Layer champions thus far: Shuko Suzuhara, Misaki Suzuhara, Eileen Patterson, and Rika Maeki.
After the success of the prototype, Shun got permission to bring a portable Layer to Xia'an. It was for the first time in several years that Shun was able to speak to his best friend, even if the only response was from the movements of a doll called an Angel. Shun and Xia'an went through a lengthy yes or no and pantomime session in which Shun found out more details. Shun was on the right track. The crystal had somehow altered an energy structure within Xia'an's body during the meditations. Xia'an proceded to show Shun a series of finger movement patterns, which he realized were Chi-freeing exercises they were taught at the monestary.
When you walk the world, you eventually return from whence you came. And so did Shun. Back to the closest place he had to 'home', he asked his old masters for aid. And so they set him on a new path. "You have learned the external, and its limited grasp on the internal. Now learn the internal, and it's limited grasp on the external." said one master, before sending him off. From that point on, Shun's journey began anew, learning from masters far and wide who specialized in energy work. Shun learned of the Chakras and Prana in India. Chi and Meridians in China. Auras and the art of Reiki in Japan. Kirlian Photography in Holland. All across the world, he pursued the knowledge of Human Energy, until finally, Shun was able to return to Xia'an and the crystal. With eyes opened and seeing, Shun saw the attachment of the crystal and his good friend. The distortion that trapped Xia'an within himself. Saw the distortion, and soothed it, carefully unsnaring the crystal's potential from the desires and emotions that roiled within.
Xia'an was free. And Akiko rushed to them and embraced both fiercely, weeping in exultation. Another year passed, while Xia'an and Shun and Akiko enjoyed one another's company. But the journey was not completed, for Shun now knew the crystal for what it was, knew it's awesome potential to benefit all of Gaia. So he traveled back to Japan, and asking his friend Icchan for guidance on how to create such a thing as he desired, recieved the advice he needed. Shun went to the Gaian National Guard, and joined their research team.
Now in his fourty-first year, Shun has finally completed most of the work, integrating crystals of the same type as Xia'an found, performing the complex meditations and integrating them into an entirely new mecha. Aquarion: The Awakening of the Inner Self, and the Realization of the Oneness of All Humanity.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 9:34 pm
Contents:Nida Rocheron Full Nidaverse overview Internal dossier: Nida Rocheron Name: Nida Rocheron
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Hair: Blonde, straight bob, cut in at jawline
Eyes: Green
Race: Augmented human
General description: A teensy bit on the short side, Nida used to be slender, but years of rough living (and gene therapy) have packed some muscle onto her slight frame. Her face has grown more angular as more distance is put between herself and age nineteen. She occasionally displays her tentacles, but they're mostly kept tucked inside her back.Capabilities:
Transdimensional transport. Nida possesses knowledge of a three-dimensional coordinate equation which allows her to "rip" a portal to the transitive plane of Limbo, which is coterminous with our own, as well as create a path back. She can maintain the rip for a period of time so long as she does not pass through; it automatically closes behind her. There is an approximate 1/6 chance that a rip will fail, causing various disturbances in real physics for a brief time.
Genetic adjustment. Nida maintained a genetics laboratory in her domicile in the badlands before abandoning that location in favor of a city apartment. This allowed her to breed several varieties of tentacle monsters (notably the Extremis rex and Extremis manipulus) from the venerable Extremis copulus template. This also allowed her to perform gene therapy on herself, ostensibly to reduce her high risks for various cancers and other diseases.
Of course, the first results of the therapy were her tentacles: four of them, grown from stem cells whose nuclei had been injected with her own resequenced DNA, then grafted onto her back in a square pattern between the shoulderblades. She can withdraw them into her body - all collective sixteen meters of tentacle mass, plus all four of the trifurcated, fist-sized gripping pods which tip the tentacles.
Technician skills. Nida was head of the engineering and technician wing of the ASDF during her tenure at that organization, and is herself a skilled technician. Her specialties are mechanical, ICE, fusion, ion, laser, missile, ballistic, flight surface, and armor, though she has passable competency in almost every technical realm (save, ironically, for Protoculture engines and reflex weaponry). She is known to tinker on the fly, and while she was no R&D whiz, she engineered their advances into ASDF equipment with aplomb and grace. Brief history:
Nida has never really volunteered her early life; however, her records show a normal childhood and early adulthood under a single mother. No outstanding academic achievements, unless you want to group a mechanical degree from a trade school with academics. Her ASSFAT (Armed Services Substantiation for Advanced Training) scores planted her on the fast track for aeromaintenance; it took only four years for her to be offered a full departmental opening at the ASDF, complete with unit command.
About two years in, Nida disappeared. It was known to all that she kept Extremis tentacle monsters at her badlands cavern; a few select individuals were aware of her genetic testing. None of these few were truly shocked at her disappearance. It was her apparent return two years later which confused them, as she was conducting raids on the ASDF. This turned out to be another Nida, one of many. The Gaian Nida eventually made it back home, but only after considerable damage which required repair of her right shoulder with medical myomer... and the amputation of her legs at mid-thigh. ---------- Further Intelligence: The Nidaverse There are over four hundred confirmed Nidas in existence. Almost without exception (and these exceptions are merely degrees of mundanity), any given Nida falls within three categories: Type I. Generally blue-eyed, with shoulder-length hair (or longer) and a jaded disposition. Most Ones have an aptitude for magic, energy manipulation, or the spiritual. A very small segment are skilled at chi reading and control. Very few of these originate on a Terra/Earth world.Type II. Almost exclusively green-eyed and bob-haired, Twos are creatures of extremes. They have strong emotions, display greater physical strength than their frames should indicate, and pursue huge dreams and harebrained plans which more often than not fail in flames. Most have either naturally sharp or filed cuspids and bicuspids. Almost all have tentacles, and many have a further bestial form with exaggerated features and build. The majority are capable rippers, though some are more prone to rip failure than others. Only Twos can rip. They are the most common Nida, and frequently arise from a Terra/Earth home.Type III. Blue-eyed, with a mix of hairstyles, these Nidas also have the widest range of skin tones, heights, and builds. Many are vampires, real or affected, by choice or by curse, blood-drinking or otherwise; all display some sort of elongation and sharpening in the cuspids. A small few are so morphic that they can shift their very flesh into disturbing forms, creating weapons or tools from their skin and muscle (though none are known to be able to do the same to bone). Type IIIs are frequently cheerful, introspective, and self-conscious; they originate from a wide variety of worlds, about half of which are Terras/Earths.A few images of Type IIs: A Two in full-bestial form. This is the type specimen of Two alternate forms - the original Two, Nida of San Francisco, whose grandfather was actually from Gehenna, the plane facing Limbo.  Detail images of the tentacle pod, hand action, leg shape, arm proportions, and jaw action. It is worth noting that since the entirety of the lower jaw is contained within what would ordinarily be the open space within a human's lower jaw, the bite has lost considerable strength. However, the extension of the upper jaw surface includes a modification for retractable teeth.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:23 pm
IC Profile, version 5.... 6...7? Awh hell... revised! xd ninja Vehicle descs and crap will be in the Appropriate thread once we get the Torama stuff going. Quote: Name: Guardian Knight aka "Guardian" "GK" or "Kell"
Race: Midnight Wolf, subspecies of werecreature, akin to an "ancient" Lycanmorph.
Age: 32 standard years (looks about 20-ish, and will for the rest of his "immortal" life)
Height: 7 feet
Weight: 317 lbs
Eye Color: Rusty orange-red
Hair Color: Sooty black.
General Appearance:
Guardian, is literally a monster of a "man" (and HELL to find clothing for...) broad shouldered, thick limbed, and VERY toned. His usual expression is one of somewhat quiet repose, like he's not really truly present, but don't let that fool you, he just likes to listen more than he likes to look, and he's not entirely comfortable looking at the people he's speaking to, or being spoken to by. He's ruggedly handsome, in a gruff way, and seems to carry himself almost like a some old, yet well oiled and competent Sargeant. Usually he sports a short goatee, and his long sideburns have been known to cause certain members of the opposite sex to melt. His facial features bear a striking resemblance to those of a lesser known actor of the 20th century named Karl Urban.
Demeanor:
Calm, withdrawn, almost dis-interested... until he feels comfortable enough to open up. And once he opens up, he can be quite gregarious. Usually, when among friends he most often offers little friendly verbal jabs and expects the same in return... its all in fun, and its part of the way he relaxes. He greatly enjoys making people laugh, and is quite fond of kids (though.... only in short doses). Usually if someone needs help, he'll help them, and do so pretty cheerfully. He's loyal to a fault, and will do pretty much anything for a good friend, but his loyalty, can be turned very suddenly to outright hatred, and malice if someone crosses him, or betrays him. Things like that, he'll remember for pretty much as long as he lives, he DEFINITELY holds grudges... but most emotions such as anger and annoyance tend to burn brightly in him, and pass quickly. When things get serious... he is rarely really serious... unless things get truly dire. The way he looks at things, the best way to stay on top of a bad situation, is not to take it too seriously, and just roll with what comes. He tends to be fairly heavy-handed (even if not truly serious) when things get rough, and ascribes to the motto "All's fair in war" and "You can never make too sure your enemy is dead." but he has a strong sense of honor, and won't disregard it, until the enemy proves themselves unworthy of it. One of his... well... not really a quality, but not too much of a weakness either, is the fact that his thoughts tend to jump from one track to another, and then back again randomly. He's also fairly absent-minded, especially when he gets a new idea or starts thinking hard about something new, many times he forgets what he was talking about 5 minutes ago, until reminded, and then picks up right where he left off.
Training:
Has been trained in the use, maintenance, and safety of firearms of all types since before he was big enough to hold a child-model .22 cal pistol. Also has a solid foundation in mechanical engineering, electrical engineering, and especially their applications to the repair/modification of mecha units and vehicles. Ex-military battlemech/Aerospace pilot, was once a member of the Kell-Hounds mercenary unit (thinks of himself as one even now), and still has connections with some of his old mates, but hasn't talked to them very recently. Trained in military hand-to-hand combat, but forgot most of it after Basic (except for knife fighting), and cobbled together his own pragmatic, ugly, and very "efficiently deadly" style, in other words, he doesn't try to first hurt, or incapacitate a foe... he automatically (its even a part of his reactions) tries to kill them. Further training includes law enforcement, as a member of the Gaia P.D. (specifically the heavy SWAT, and mechanized crimes division, D-platoon) Further fire-arms training in the use and care of energy based fire-arms, basic explosive ordinance, basic training in the piloting of gundam-styled mecha, veritech mecha, and larger space-craft (transports). Also gained certifications in heavy hard-shell body armor/powered armor mobility training and care/maintenance.
Physiolgy:
As a midnight wolf, Guardian was (from birth) endowed with multiple traits that made him much more than "human" even though technically, he never was human to begin with. He registers as a being of "magical nature" (or supernatural creature, whichever you prefer) and as such contains within himself a great store of mystic energy. He can't consciously tap into this energy, as its literally what makes him what he is, and grants him the following abilities.
The first, and arguably most remarkable trait is his vastly increased healing ability. Minor cuts and bruises heal in a matter of (a miraculous)15-20 seconds, while larger injuries, such as deeper cuts, and gashes, can take a minute or so. Grater trauma takes more time, to heal completely, even if all surface evidence of the wound is gone. For example a gunshot wound to the leg, would "heal" (seemingly seal up, and disappear) after a minute or two, when the bullet is expelled, but the effect of the trauma lasts for a couple more minutes, meaning that his leg would still hurt, and itch like frigging mad as the flesh knitted back together. Major, and even "mortal" injuries can be healed, with no scarring, but take a commensurately longer period of time to heal... such as losing an arm... might take a day, or maybe even a bit more depending on the severity of the damage to the remainder of the body. This healing doesn't come for free though, it requires energy to do so, and will literally, draw on the rest of the body for that energy. Severe injuries are likely to send Guardian into a coma-like state, in which most parts of his body shut down, and almost all of his energy is expended in healing... until he can again rise to consciousness. When he wakes up however, better have a FEAST nearby, because he'll literally eat a whole tables worth of food in very short order. The most he an survive without some form of medical attention, is the rough destruction of half his body. anything more, and unless there is some means for him to "gain" more energy to heal, or be healed by some other mystical means, he'll literally heal himself to death, by draining all of his vital energies. The ability itself is a strange sort of advanced bio-energy feedback stimulation of the normal healing process, augmented by his own mystical nature. This trait also applies to his immune system, making it supernaturally effective, and VERY quick to react.
The second most notable trait he posesses, is the ability to shift his shape by expending a small amount of the same energy to that of a sleekly muscular ebon-furred wolf. When he changes, he roughly doubles in size and mass, being around 7 feet tall at the shoulder, and 12 feet long (with three feet of tail) . His muzzle is lined with un-naturally sharp and mystcally hard teeth, and his senses grow in accuity, matching those of a wolf. He loses the ability to speak for the most part in this form, because he can no longer really shape the words with his lips, but most often, he can use body language and short yips and barks to get his point across. He can stay in this shape for as long as he likes, but his requirements for food, and drink, double with his size (he also has a great hunger for fresh, raw, meat...and, coca-cola?). When he shifts back to his human shape, his clothing is mystically preserved, and any items he had on him at the tme of the transformation, are still with him. However, any injuries he sustained as a wolf, will remain with him in human form, but they decrease in size, to stay proportional to his body.
The third most notable trait, are his enhanced speed, reaction times, endurance, and strength. Guardian posses more raw physical power than any body builder could hope to attain. He could easily heft 2-300 pounds with one arm, and in a full body-lift could heft a little over 1000 pounds (Bear in mind his strength doubles, when his size doubles in Wolf-form). While his strength is phenomenal, it would be far less spectacular without his endurance. Guardian tires at roughly a third the rate of a mortal human being, and never really has any ill effects from continuous exertion, other than getting tired. Added to that, is his increased speed, especially in the area of reaction times and hand speed (roughly double that of the a very fast human). He can run at around 30 miles per hour if he really lays it out, and sprints, and when in wolf form he can top 65 miles an hour (though his acceleration is reduced) and maintain it with a ground eating lope.
The fourth, and final trait he posesses, is not a strength, but a weakness. Silver, a metal long linked with magical properties, and said to be an element of the elemental force of "earth" grounds out, and dissipates his natural mystic energies, disrupting his healing processes (effectively triples the amount of time it takes to heal, and can kill him by grounding too much energy, and making him inable to heal further), reducing his strength, and causing him intense pain. Another similar element is Wolfsbane, the scent of which he ***cannot abide***, and one of the few poisons that actually works on him. Ingesting or injection of wolfs bane, will make him deathly ill, for anywhere from a day, to a week, it depends on the quantity (small amounts a day, moderate amounts, several days... large dose, a week...). While it won't outright kill him, large enough doses will force him into the same comatose state as if he had been terribly injured. The coma acts as a way to slow the functions of his body, and gives his mystical immunological system time to purge the toxin.
Notable Equipment:
-One Custom "Sunglow" Pulse laser pistol. Has an attactched flashlight, laser point sight, and was modified with some armor plating, making it heavier, but more durable in the field. Each laser pulse, doesn't do too much damage, but has excellent penetration qualities against most standard body armors. Combine that with its rapid rate of fire, and you have a weapon to be reckoned with. Each high capacity energy pack (slid into the handle like a clip on a normal pistol) each pack provides enough power for 15 pulses. His belt has pouches to hold 6 clips at a time, and he owns 9. He also owns a heavy duty recharging station that can charge up to 5 cells at once (it takes a couple hours to charge them).
-Twentyseven "Ripper" antipersonnel grenades (can only carry four at a time on his combat belt). These compact grenades are a smaller and more practical upgrade of the conventional "Claymore" mine. Each grenade is housed in a lightweight, metal cannister about five and a half inches long, and three inches in diameter. The explosive core is actually a simple tubular piece of C-4 with numerous (1/8th inch diam.)steel ball bearings packed around it. The top of the cannister houses a small watch battery, a blasting cap, and a variable timer (anywhere from 3 seconds, to 20 seconds). When detonated the explosive force of the C4 shreds the lightweght casing and expels its fragments and the ball bearings in a random 360 degree sphere creating a short lived, but devastating hailstorm of steel.( Go here: How Stuff Works: C-4 for more information about C4 Explosives) The effective "kill" radius can be up to around 4 meters depending on where the grenade is used. If needed, he can manufacture more, or even larger or smaller types. To activate the grenade, simply remove the plastic cap (like a spraypaint can's cap) twist the timer ring, and depress the starter button in the middle of the ring.
-One silver plated (only the blade, not the edge is plated) "Vibro" combat knife. This technologically advanced combat knife has a monomollecular (one mollecule wide) edge with nano-serrations. The hilt houses a small ultrasonic generator (audible as a very soft, continuously humming metallic chime when on), that when activated causes the blade to vibrate back and forth thousands of times per second, making the edge work back and forth like a tiny vicious chainsaw. Its capable of shearing through most anything given enough time. The ultrasonic generator uses very little power, and the whole rest of the handle is a rechargable power-pack that can operate the blade for around 10 solid hours.
-One Custom built 25mm anti-armor rifle. This rifle, constructed from parts acquired from the G.P.D., fits Guardian's stature perfectly. The rifle itself, is a giant. Six feet seven inches long from the butt of the stock, to the end of the flash suppressor, mounting an advanced targeting scope, with I.R., UV-laser rangefinding, and Nightsight capabilities. Its effective range is up to two miles, though depending on weather conditions, size of the target and if its moving or not, it may or may not hit at that range. It is however, accurate and deadly out to about half a mile. As said before with proper elevation, good weather and clear line of sight, it could -theoretically-, reach out to two miles, but thats an extreme, extreme case and only for *large* stationary targets. As to the rounds it can fire, Guardian currently posess two types of rounds (in five round magazines). A standard H.E.A.P. round for everyday use, and A.P.F.S.D.S. rounds for anti-armor use. There are 6 clips for the weapon itself, and he has a full crate of 1000 HEAP rounds, and 200 APFSDS rounds. Usually the rifle is stored in a sealed, and padded custom armored rifle case. The case is very very durable (and quite heavy) and has two 5 digit pass-key electronic locks.
-Full set of ballistic plate armor. Resistant to both slugs and energy based weaponry this heavy armor affords unparralelled protection, but comes at a cost in weight and sheer encumberance of the wearer. Trained users know how to move and fight with armor of this type on, but its still tiring and limiting. Guardian's set is somewhat battered and shows signs of use (and re-painting after repairs) but beyond cosmetics is in perfect working condition. Capable of stopping most anything up to and including lightweight support weapons (light mounted machinegun rounds) with minimal degradation, the armor is most vulnerable to AP ammunition and while resilient... fares less spectacularly against energy weaponry.
Vehicles:
Guardian has several vehicles at his disposal, The largest of which, is a fully outfitted (though grungy and banged up) Mobile Field base vehicle. The MFB as its better known, belongs mostly to him, but its currently being used as a mobile base for the TORAMA's ground units. "Towed" behind it is a sealed, compartmentalized, armored and self propelled trailer that carries a mix of battlemech parts and munitions.
Laying on its back in the MFB's gantry, is a slightly modified WVR-7E "Wolverine" battlemech (60 tons) painted in the red and black of the Kell-Hounds. For faster transportation, Guardian has a heavy duty (armored, and armed, street combat version) "Mag-drive" motorcycle stowed away in one of the MFB's compartments.
Also, Guardian has a small underground mech repair bay (in the lot behind his now re-opened bar. The tiny apartment above the bar also sometimes serves as he and his lovely fiance's home.) that is currently occupied by a downgrudged Locust that has undergone some extensive modification. Its current status as inoperational is due to a damaged panel in its engine shielding, and the fact that the left hip actuator is burned out, and laying disassembled on the hangar floor. A door behind the gantry, leads down a short hallway to the bay housing a vertical launch cradle for a single "Jengiz" class clan omni-fighter. This 80 ton ebon beast of the skies is one of his most prized posessions, captured as an "isorla" (spoil of war) during his days with the kell-hounds, and gradually restored to working condition after he shot it down in a battle against rogue elements of Clan Jade Falcon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 9:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 2:14 pm
Name: Jose "Jay" Lorenzo Sabacan
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Nationality Philippines
Reason for Joining: Transfer from GMC/PDN
Status: Honorably Discharged
Former Rank: 1st Lieutenant, Gaian Marine Corps
Former Unit: 4th HWD Mobile Artiliery Regiment, 5th Mechanized Division
Former Occupation:
~HWD-00 Crew Member, Gunnery Station
~VF-1 Valkyrie Reserve Pilot
Valuable Skills:
~Operation of HWD-00 Mobile Artillery Destroid
~Simple Mechanical Maintenance on HWD-00
~Marine
~VF-1 Valkyrie Certified Pilot
Former Units/Assignments (In Chronological Order):
~Marine/Sailor's Camp, class of 2028, Fort Gateway, Philippines
~135th Heavy Infantry Company, Eurasian Regiment, 2nd Division (202 cool
~Tour of Duty: PDNS Sesshomaru [Sesshomaru class]
~135th HIC Reserve Platoon
~Gaian Marine Corps Officer's School (2031)
~Mecha Training School (2031)
--MVF-M11C Murasame (Spring)
--Joseph Linear Tank (Summer)
--VF-1 Valkyrie (Fall)
--HWD-00 Monster Destroid (Winter)
~4th HWD MAR, 5th Mecha (2032)
Physical:
~Hair Color: Black
~Eye Color: Brown
~Skin Tone: Light Brown
~Notes:
Lt. Sabacan is of ample health. His fitness scores are excellent. IN keeping with Marine Corps and Navy Tradition, his respective Gunnery Sergeants and Drill Instructors has consistently awarded him rank of Sharpshooter in most forms of weapons, Marksman with the useage of sniper and DM weapons, and expert with the standard M1911A1 and FN Five-seveN. He is of average build.
Personal Information:
Biography:
Born in the municipiality of Conception, Tarlac, in the Republic of the Philippines, he was an average student, excelling in his Military Academy classes. Upon graduation of High School, he enlisted into the Gaian Marine Corps, a growing international force which held it's main headquarters in the Philippines. He was trained as a Marine, alongside his friends, some of which would go to Naval School later on. Upon being assigned a unit, he was sent onboard the new Transathmospheric Battlecruiser, the PDNS (old Reg: GMCS) Sesshomaru on a year long patrol of the Sol system. Upon returning to Earth, he signed on to the GMC's Officer School with a MOS in Armor and Artillery.
The first few months of OS was spent in the classroom, where Marines are taught how to become officers, but the rest were seperate three month training courses in the three standard Armored vehicles of the GMC/PDN. The first was the MVF-M11C Murasame Mobile Suit, where Trainee Sabacan Passed Average-Unqualified. He then tried the Linear Tank course, where passed Average-Unqualified. Next was the VF-1 Valkyrie Veritech, where Trainee Savacan passed Average-Qualified. He would've opted to join the VF-1 Valkyrie Squadron based off Hokkaido, but opted instead to take the HWD-00 Monster Course, in the end, he was chosen as top of the class with Passed Advanced-Qualified and upon graduation, was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant and joined a Unit.
As an officer, he was required to maitain his Qualified fields annually, which meant he was kept busy, training on both the HWD-00 Monster and VF-1 Valkyrie. Upon the marraige and alliance with the Confederacy Empire, he was given the opportunity to either transfer out or end his military carreer. He opted the latter, but was also given a transfer papers to the Gaian National Guard.
Family:
Jose is married to a former Thai GMC Marine, she is currently Honorably Discharged with the rank of Sergeant, and reside in Quezon City, in a middle class community within the city. He currently has no children. His parents still live in Conception, his father, a retired GMC Marine, lives on GMC Pension and was awarded several Awards for his particiaption in the Guild Wars.
Behaivior:
Jose is calm and shy, but would do things to catch the attention of others and create friends. His childish traits are quite visible, due to his inherent fascination with the Japanese Subculture that is Animation. He proudly calls himself an "Otaku", which means "fan" in English and usually used by those into Japanese Animation, or Anime for short. He has kept his hair at the maximum military lenght, and has been known to sometimes ignore orders to cut it. An Avid reader, he was one of the few Marines to read the Required Reading List in Officer's School and Basic Training.
Observation has shown that although Jose is not much of a leader, he will follow orders to the letter in drill and battlefield situations. He is able to learn skills quickly, as seen in his exemplary record in Mecha School. Quirky and eccentric when he is off duty, he shows loyalty to his service and his country, and above all, his family. He was known to transfer his pay directly to his wife's bank account and his father's, usually only eating MREs in base.
Specialty:
~Operation of HWD-00 Monster Destroid in following fields: Movement and Gunnery
~Operation of the VF-1 Valkyrie in the following field: Piloting
~Infantry
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:21 pm
editted on 1/6/07 at 13:39 hours
Depeartment 5
Name: Talon Hyoji
Age: 27
Appearance: Talon has the appearance of a Japanese-American, he stands at 5' 11". He has short cropped black hair and dark brown eyes.
Apparel: Talon is most comfortable in a standard issue Marine uniform, and wears this even when not on active duty.
Skills: Talon was a member of the Gaian Marines Sniper Corps. He is extremely capable of lethal accuracy with any type of rifle.
Enhancements: Equiped with the standard cyberbrain unit. He has also recieved corneal implants which allow him eyesight far beyond the capabilities of a normal Gaian (including a built in IFF system). Strength enhancement modifications to the structure of his bones has made him virtually unbreakable, and muscular density enhancement has increased his natural strength tenfold. Modifications to the nerve endings in his body have allowed for an extremely quick reaction time.
Previous job / awards: Spent three years in the Gaian Marines, a subsidiary of the GN. Two medals of valor for incidents involving the ambush of his squad while on patrol. One Purple Heart.
Brief history and personality synopsis: Talon grew up raised only by his mother. He went through high school seemingly without purpose, and spent four years in college accomplishing nothing, but made a name for himself on the school's rifle team.
This drew the attention of the Sniper Corps., and Talon was shipped off to basic after leaving college to join the Marines.
Initial psychological studies by the Corps's doctors showed extreme aggressive behavior suppressed within Talon's subconscious mind. Under great stress he would be capable of fighting beyond the point at which any other soldier would have been in shock from pain. This discovery slated him perfect for a position on a Quick Reaction Strike Force. He'd be one of the first men going into the battle, and one of the last to leave.
He participated in multiple campaigns, only every being injured once, a bullet wound to his right shoulder. He was a shining jewel in the personel of the Corps. for three years before being discharged from service for disobeying a direct order from a Senior Officer (the order was to retreat, Talon stayed and carried his downed squadmate from the field, earning him his second Medal of Valor, but the officer made sure that Hyoji was discharged.)
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 7:40 pm
Personnel Information: Quote: Name: Hikaru Dragonheart (Formerly known as Hikaru Yui) Age: 20 Gender: Male Ethic: Sorian/Draconian Rank: Corporal Unit: Main unit: Gunshin Backup/Side unit: any mech available (Preferably the M9 Gernsback) Former Occupation: Local Barton Artist Physical Information: Eyes: Dark blue Hair: Dark brown (Unusual for Sorians who are usually blonde, blue or white haired) Height: 6'1'' Weight: 150lbs Description: Well built but not the extent of a body builder. Hikaru usually looks either calm, seriously unhappy...or like he's zoning out somewhere. He has a scar running across his face down from his right eyebrow, as well as a few scars on his body from both animal and bullet wounds. Personal Information: Hobbies: Drawing, listening/playing music, reading, fishing. Biography: Hikaru was the first born of Princess Ariana of the Sorian Kingdom, directly across the continent from Gaia. His father was a Draconian, a race at war with Soria at the time of Hikaru's birth. Because of this, Ariana took him to Rasval Yui, a trusted companion and childhood friend of Ariana. The man, despite being the one commanding the Sorian forces to fight off the Draconians, took in the child gladly. Had he not done so, the child would've been killed and Ariana punished for sinning against her people. Hikaru studied and trained in military tactics since he was little, going through basic military training (which in Soria already included basic mech piloting at the time) at the age of 10. He went on to work as a Squire under sir Haukka, a living legend among the Sorian race for his ability to pilot under the Lambda Driver (which was still in testing stage). The boy learned quickly by watching his Knight spar and train everyday and soon went from class amateur to class expert. The year he turned 12 was the year the Sorian Burning happened. The Draconian forces managed to capture Lore, capital of Soria, with the Royal Family still in the city. Without anywhere to go and the Draconians raiding, raping and killing everything in their path while ignoring the kingdom's surrender, all living citizens left at all gathered in the Church of Lore, a church previously abandoned due to the fact it was founded by a Draconian warrior that died defending Soria ages ago. In amidst all the commotion and growing panic as the Draconians attempted relentlessly to get through the magic barrier of the church, Ariana took Hikaru aside and opened a door below the church walls. She ordered the boy to stay inside and not to come out then shut the trap door. A bright casting circle appears under the boy and on the wet ground. Before he knew it, Hikaru was sitting in a type of machine. The buttons were all stuck in one place despite how much Hikaru banged on them. After 2 days, the much delayed Gaian Army arrived in the bloody ruins of Lore after trekking through much of the same scenery as the broken capital. The commander followed strict instructions from the Gaian King and found the Chamber of Hope. Upon opening the chamber, a large machine knelt in front of him like a knight would to a king. He inserted the stone key given to him upon his leave into a slot in the machine's 'chest'. The machine's eyes lit up and steam spewed out from its vents, ridding itself of some of the dirt and rock that had covered it over the ages. The cockpit door then opens, letting Hikaru tumble out and into the commander's arms. Since then, Hikaru has grown up with the Gaian Army. He did not start to serve the army until he was 18. Before that, he worked as a local artist in Barton. He joined the army officially when he was fixing up 'Gunshin', the mech he was trapped in for 2 days. He sat in the cockpit as usual so he could clean the machine from its dust and dirt build up. As be climbed up, however, he held his hand over the crystal imbedded in the mech's chest. As he sat into the cockpit, Gunshin's screen turned on and asked for voice verification. Hikaru, willing to try anything to get the thing to work, told the machine his name. Gunshin responded "Sir Dragonheart confirmed. Security locking.” Since then, no one has been able to pilot the robot but Hikaru, though he did not know why it referred to him as 'Dragonheart' until his return to the ruins of Lore. He would've been the next king of Soria. Family: Hikaru's family was killed during the Sorian Burning as far as anyone knew. His companions of the Gaian MS Team disappeared when the organization dispatched after the failure to fight against the old Gaian Government. Behavior: Hikaru is unusually calm during battle situations if he is focused. If necessary, he will kill off a companion in order to achieve the mission objective in this 'mode'. However, he will end up extremely depressed and break down afterwards if he realized what he had done. Doctors suspect that this alternate personality is derived from the trauma he suffered during the Sorian Burning. While not in battle, Hikaru is pretty silent. If you are a close friend, he might crack some lame jokes once in a while. It takes a bit to get him to give you a smile, and even more to get him to laugh. Despite his cold and silent treatment to most people, he seems to have a soft spot for women. Specialty: Mech pilot: Specialist in mech battles, especially close combat and melee in air and space. Above average in Guerilla warfare. Training enables very fast reaction time. Able to control the Zero System and may be able to activate and use the Lambda Driver. Magic: minimal due to the lack of training needed to harness the full potential of the Sorian bloodline. Healing powers as well as barrier creation for a short time. Healing restricted to flesh wounds only. Basics: Expert with the sword and has excellent in close combat. Sniping and any long range combat aren't a very good choice for him. Recent History: Came back from the ruins of the MS Rebel Strike Force (MRSF) after being notified of a revival and reform of the Government. The war broken soldier comes back in hopes that the Government will be better than the late Government. He waits for the time to come when he officially joins the Gaian Army once again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 5:12 pm
Edited on: 01/27/07Name: Harris Weston Age: 26 years old Gender: Male Hair: Blonde Eyes: Dark brown Skin: white (lightly tanned) Nationality: Irish/Europeon Skills/Traits/abilities: Insane reflexes and judgment/smart-a** mouth/kickboxing expert/small arms training. Nickname/Callsign: Harry/ Garm 1 Former Affiliation: Freelance pilot/air show pilot Current Affiliation: Gaia ASDF Rank: Private Languages: English/a small amount of spanish Aircraft: VF-1B "Half-S" Spare Aircraft: F-22A Raptor Favorite Flower: Lotus Personal treasure: His hat. Personal/famous quotes: "I'm a dangerous man." Favorite color: any shade of Blue Hobbies: Singing and playing country music, flying, and sleeping. Vices: Smokes, drinks occasionally, speed freak (has received numerous speeding tickets). Weapons: Springfield Army M1911A1 .45 ACP from his father. Theme song: "Dangerous man" by Trace Adkins Brief History: Harris was raised on his grandfather's farm by his mother and grandparents, his father was a pilot during the circum-pacific war and was shot down during a surprise attack on his airbase. Because of this Harris' mind was always in the clouds. He says the reason is because he wants to make his old man proud. After graduating at the top of his class from high school Harris spent a few years flying stunt planes and performing flybys during air shows. One day Harris just up and disappeared from the face of the planet, reappearing months later at the ASDF training academy training to become a pilot. During this training he displayed a unique affinity towards dogfighting. His mother says its just in his genes, his father was the same way.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 3:25 pm
Name:Gwenifer James Vin
Nickname: Vin
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Hair: Jet black
Eyes: Silver
Skin: Tan
Tattoos: Has a skull on her left shoulder blade, a number thirteen on the back of her neck. She has horizontal lined scars on her left cheek.
Height: 5.5
Weight: 145
Build: broader shoulders, more masculane features, pretty, defined muscle in torso and limbs.
Ethnicity: Caucasion
Nationality: American
Hobbies: Hunts, draws, workout, writes occasionally, plays computer games, rides her bullet bike on long trips.
Background: She was born and raised in Montana. She was the only child and wasn't the son her father wanted so she has a male middle name. Her father was a Marine, he died on duty. Her mother sent her to a military school so she could be like her father. When she was 17 she graduated despite her young age, she was top of the class and was a natural leader. After graduation she went on a hunting trip and was attack by a bear hence way there are scratch like scars on her face.
Personality: Natural Leader, level headed, tom boyish, easy going, doesn't get angry easily. She loves to fight, an adrenaline freak, loyal, stubborn, follows orders easily, kinda unsure when new but she is confident when she gets used to new people.
Rank:
Trained in: Ground fighter (Marine basically), Pilot, Swordsmenship, sniper.
Weapons: M603E, Mk.48, Browning BAR M1922, and basically any weapon you through at her including knifes and swords.
Fighter plane: X-35A JSF (f-35 Lightening 2),
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:34 pm
Mach speeds? Not unless it's a transformer, otherwise the stresses would shake it apart before it got anywhere NEAR the sound barrier. Hikaru Dragonheart WEIGHT: 8.5 metric tons empty. Full weight varies. That decimal point is a typo, right? That would mean that it would weigh less than a third of your average fighter jet. Your car weighs 1-2 tons, and that would mean that the average joe could knock your mech over by ramming a towncar into it's foot at 30mph Hikaru Dragonheart PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Equal to a P.S. of 50 I have no idea what that means. Hikaru Dragonheart POWER SOURCE: -ultra compact fusion reactor -Palladium (cold fusion reactor). Secondary generator for Lambda Driver. A minor detail, but since I'm already responding I might as well put it here. The "palladium" can be dropped, as the element is too heavy to give power from fusing. It's better to be vauge then wrong, after all. ^_~ Hikaru Dragonheart -Beam cannon x1; mounted on back when not in use. See above. Can also split into twin buster rifles. Maximum shot is 3 with full power and minimal damage. Recommended to 1 shot per go. Width range undetermined. I hope that's not the twin buster rifle from Gundam Wing, as that thing was so unbelievably overpowered that it makes all the firepower that the ASDF has, has had, and ever will have combined look like a match against nuclear ordinence. It doesn't NEED three shots since it can wipe-out a large space fleet in one, and cleanse nearby planets of life at the same time. :/ Hikaru Dragonheart -Zero System: Analyzes battle situations and predicts the outcome of the battle then relays it to the pilot's brain. Controlled my brainwaves and needs pilot to focus on the battle, otherwise unrelated images may be shown. Known to drive past test-pilots mad and may even cause major brain damage/death I remember that thing; it let people see the future, as it predicted events which could not logically be determined, such as the arrival of help and etc... This is bad for the RP, as it leads to "Bob was there too". A: I walk into the bank, and rob it.
Bob: My power is to predict events, and since I knew you would rob the bank I have arrived to stop you!
A: But I spent all night designing a machine to foil your Cassandra-like powers!
Bob: No you didn't, because if you had I would have predicted it and stopped you!
etc... Also, people are naturally unpredictable; you can't know what every person is going to do, even if you sat down every person in the entire fleet for a brutal psychological exam and then immediately teleported them into battle and fed that psychological information into a quantum computer to simultaniously process all possible outcomes if captains were willing to randomize crew positions to throw you off and kill the simulation with the unpredictable tactics of a janitor who has no idea what the buttons on the console do. Hikaru Dragonheart -Lambda Driver: New technology that was and still is in testing stage. The Lambda Driver can be activated by the pilot and the mecha if situation deemed necessary. This system materializes the imagination of the pilot that relates to the battle. The system requires complete focus in order to function successfully. If not enough concentration is focused into the driver, it will simply not do anything. That's somewhat vauge... So if they focus on a cheese sandwitch, one would appear for them? sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:53 pm
I may not be the most competent person here but I see a few things wrong. >.<
The Zero system from Gundam Wing and the Lambda driver from Fullmetal Panic could not possibly work together or in fact, exist together in the same mech. The Zero system boosts the pilots reaction speeds and brain function by stimulating the brain itself, thus the reason some people can and cannot pilot mech's with it equiped.
And a lambda drivers uses a super highend A.I and the pilots will to manifest things. Such as a shield to block an incoming shell or blade. It can only be used by a select few as well. But the two combined not only makes no sense but would make the already fairly shaky mech design to godlike for anyone.
And that, is my most likely useless and probably wrong or incorrect or stupid insight into the matter.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:47 am
I believe this post was for IC Profiles only. Any critisizm is appreciated by not cramming it into somewhere it does not belong and takes up space.
As for the critisizms, I take note. But know this: I only wrote the trash up so that I don't get discriminated against or have the ignorance of my mech used against me because someone wants to win by debate and so called 'logic'. I have no knowledge of any technicalities of any realistic kind. I deleted the data, so please disregard.
And on a last note: I intend to keep the systems I have incorpriated in my mech. If you have not read my RPs using the systems, then I can honestly say that accusing me of possible god-moding is very insulting to my person because I do personally keep myself in check. I have not once been accused of god moding while using any systems such as the Zero, PX and I am currently wanting to experiment with the Lambda.
And as far as I know, there is no conflict in having the Lambda and Zero system in the same mech. The idea of USING them at the same time, however is definatly impossible for a living being to accomplish.
Any reply to this post may be done by PM for I do not wish to see this thread further 'spammed'.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 8:22 pm
I finally got around to posting my chars profile. He is slightly different from when I started.
Name: Levi Malthus
Nickname/Codename: Raven Moon
Rank: Airman
Languages: English, Corvus (Home world Language)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Hair: Steel gray
Eyes: Dark grayish green
Skin tone: Grayish tan.
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 245 pounds
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: Corax
Distinguishing marks, features, and traits: Besides his grayish color, Raven has multiple scars on his body ranging from cuts and scrapes to gunshots. His hair is often swept back and he wears a black leather patch over his right eye.
Mental Capability: Ability to link with TALON robot units. (See other)
Reaction Time: Normal
Senses: Most of his senses are at normal human level or reduced on his right side, expect vision, hearing, strength and speed which where enhanced by his cybernetic system.
Vision: Normal vision in left eye, however the right can see into both UV and IR. Capable of seeing with Night vision, X-ray, sonic and radar with specialized eyepiece/goggles.
Touch: Reduced in right hand.
Taste: Normal
Smell: Normal
Hearing: Capable of hearing beyond the normal human range, only in his right ear.
Strength: Improved.
Speed: Improved.
Other: Has an implant in his brain that links his cybernetic system to his biological one. This implant can also be used to control the TALON robots or link him with his mecha.
Medical data: After having a large portion of his body damaged, mainly his right side, his whole right arm and leg have been replaced with 3rd generation combat cybernetics, along with his left leg (below the knee), his right eye, one lung and a kidney have all been replaced.
Healing capacity: Slightly faster than a normal human, due to micro machines in his blood.
Immunities: Most common illness, and some computer viruses.
Mortality: Normal
Training: He is trained in most of the common vehicles, weapons and equipment.
Combat training Raven was primarily trained as mechanized ground infantry, specialized in urban and guerrilla combat. His secondary training is in Explosive Ordnance Disposal.
Weapons: His carried weapons often change to suit the mission; However Raven prefers standard ballistic weapons over energy. His favorite weapons are the Remington 12 gauge combat shotgun, the M4 Colt with M203 or Masterkey attachment as his primary weapons. His secondary or backup weapons include the LAW launcher, Barret M82A2, 9mm handgun, several fighting knives and various hand grenades.
Carried equipment of note: Raven often has one Talon robot unit with him. He carries both the equipment and supplies to make or dispose of improvised explosives.
---Equipment: His total equipment load out includes two Talon robots one with a SAW and the other with a four barrel grenade launcher. Both are also fitted with robotic arms and equipment for EOD work. Medium combat armor, full EOD suit, tool kits, as well as various amounts and types of guns, equipment and explosives.
Fighter: VF-11 Heavy Thunderbolt
Background: Raven is an x-mercenary trained mostly for ground combat and guerrilla tactics. He is on Gaia and working for the ASDF to evade the political turmoil on his home sector.
History: Raven was born and raised in Sirius sector of space. On a planet called, Aves. When he was of age he joined the Lunartics. A clan of mercenaries who worked as the unofficial army of the sector, however a new clan took control of the Sirius Council the Lunartics were declared enemies of the state and hunted down. Even there family clans were attacked to force them out of hiding. One clan, the Corvus took up arms in the name of the Old Code and fought. Many were taken prisoner and held for ransom to end the battles. Raven as one of the few Lunartics who fought in a raid that freed many of his people, and because of this he became a major target for the Council. Raven came to Gaia in hopes of waiting out the Council and biding his time before once again fighting for the Old Code.
Recent History: Raven has spent the last six months in a medical R&D facility for work on his cybernetic parts. As of his return to the ASDF Raven has asked for reassignment as an Air Traffic Controller, this way his training will better serve the force.
Former Affiliation: Dark Moon Rising mercenary group
Current Affiliation: Gaia ASDF
Notes: The Old Code Raven lives by is a mix of Medieval knights and samurai codes of conduct. “He who holds the sword high in his hand and lives by it, so shall he hold it in death.” His code states death by honorable combat is the way a soldier should die. The code also states he should help others in their need, and treat an enemy like a brother.
Psychological profile: Raven often seems closed off. He treats others coldly and frankly has few friends in the ASDF. Those who know he well find a man who is loyal to those he calls friend, and to the chain of command. Raven does have some problems fitting in with the ASDF because of his former ways. He treats his enemies like he would want to be treated, honorable combat, honorable death, which often looks cruel to the others. He is also disturbed about his cybernetic components. He feels robbed of his honor that he was ‘repaired’ and not allowed to die. Because of this he is slightly more reckless in his actions.
Insignia: A spread eagle, with two crossed swords under it.
Motto: “We are soldiers. Stand or die!”
Favorite clothing: Dark blue jeans, dark green shirt, and green hat.
Favorite color: Forest Green
Favorite song: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:47 am
Well, I'm whipping this up as I go. We'll see how badly it turns out.
Name: Arcturus Highwind
Character's Name: Nathaniel Ryan Richards
Requested Posting: GN Marine.
Description: Nathan seems, ill at sorts with his own appearance and stature. A short, thin man all his life, he really fleshed out, becoming the spitting image of his grandfather over the last year. He still isn't used to the sudden growth and will occasionally find himself still thinking he's that little stickboy. Usually involving mishaps with low doors, or picking out clothes that don't fit at the store.
No one calls him the stick anymore. He shot up in the last year, growing from 5'4" to just topping over a round six feet zero inches. His frame fleshed out, his shoulders are a little blocky now, his arms are still fairly twiggy despite the work he's put in with the weights to change that, his legs look like they should be on a damn frog. Seems most of his height growth was in there, and it gives him the look of being slightly out of proportion. (Though he always has had, in fact, legs a few inches longer than they should have been)
He tends to keep himself As Is. His personal philosophy, he never is overly upset about his appearance, he is who he is. He only ever changes if he needs to, for a job, dress codes, a nagging particular girlfriend. When he doesn't have such an influence his thick brown hair tends to grow outward in all directions until the weight of it finally crushes it flat against his skull. He never cares to get it cut, unless forced to, so quite often it's at the stage where it's nearly two inches long, and about to fall under its own weight, or longer and laying across his ears, forehead, back of his neck, well, you get the picture.
His blue eyes often have deep, dark circles under them, and are quite bloodshot. Despite common belief, no, he's not on drugs. Rather he has insomnia and never gets enough sleep, usually just a few hours a night. He manages perfectly well on it, he just can't seem to force himself to sleep enough to get rid of those bags, and get his eyes back.
His facial hair is usually pretty thick and bushy. Though there is a noticible strip between his mustache and his cheeks where he never grows hair. However, when working, going out, etc, he tends to be clean shaven, only because he knows that its required at most places. Give him a week of leave however, and it'll be right there when he gets back.
When Nathan is off on his own, he cares to where what is comfortable and utilitarian more than he cares for appearances or style. In fact, if you bothered asking him about such things, you would discover he lacks even the most basic of fashion senses. Which suits him just as well.
On the whole, he tends to prefer wearing light shirts and heavy jackets. Pockets, pockets, he loves having pockets. Like many great, or paranoid minds throughout history he'll wear clothes with tons of pockets, so he can stuff all manner of odds and ends there. Notes, important documents, junk food and random items. His pants follow this tradition too, thus he finds himself more comfortable in carpenter's pants, or cargo pants. He tends not to wear belts, but instead just you know, tries to pick out clothes that fit. Most of his stuff ends up being too small rather than too large after all.
And finally, his shoes. Ah, his shoes. He's never actually owned a new pair of shoes before, and that's how he seems to prefer it. Old and broken in. He'll wear his shoes until the point where they are just about disintegrating and can't be repaired anymore. Even as is, he hates how confined his feet feet in shoes, and will run around barefoot as much as possible. (Probably something that will be beaten out of him in basic)
You know, I hate putting in "Personality" with my profiles. I always feel as though its something I should develop through RP. And something people should discover as such. Not something where someone can go "Oh, he's shy, I'm going to break him out of his shell!" because they read my character's profile. But, it looks like most profiles here have one. So if I absolutely have to positively put one in, I will.
Abilities: Enclosed is Nathaniel Ryan Richards's final results from Basic Training, as well as instructor comments.
Speed: Average
Stamina: Above Average
AQ (Agressive Quality, aka, the will to fight): Average
Strength: Above Average
Hand to Hand: Above Average
Marksmanship: Average
Intelligence: Average
Technical Expertise: Barely qualified for the lowest rank
Nathaniel originally lacked AQ coming into to basic training. He struggled to learn his hand to hand combat, and had to be broken of many bad habits. He was a strong swimmer and athlete, and a fair shot when he came in. However, he seems to have no particular talents with the rifle, and will most likely never qualify for the highest ranks of marksmanship.
Nathaniel struggled all through training with his technical skills, especially the operation of vehicles and delicate equipment. It seems his formal education was lacking coming in, and there wasn't the time to bridge the gap.
Will serve well, however I suggest additional intensive instruction and technical training at his posting.
Equipment: ((Well, whatever is standard for the posting he gets. Mostly here for me to edit in later.))
History: Nathan was hot stuff, back home. Did well in school, a natural athlete. Cross Country, Wrestling, and Baseball being his sports. He had the cool car, though he almost never got to drive it, as he was constantly wrecking it in foolish accidents (Read: wrapped it around a telephone pole in a drag race... more than once). About the only thing that seperated him from that vision of Johnny Amercian Star was he wasn't dating the head cheerleader. Or any cheerleader for that matter. Or anyone really.
Anyway, then it happened. Like flipping a switch. Over the course of two months he hit his first, and last big growth spurt, giving him his current body. He spent the last year of his schooling in misery, as he tried to adjust to it, only to find out that he couldn't quite do all the things he could when he was rail thin and short. His wrestling sufferes, his baseball, though he did do better in Cross Country thanks to more muscles, and more energy reserves. But still, his studies suffered that last year, and he seemed to be going through a bout of deep depression.
When school was over, well, he knew what to do. His whole family on his father's side, back some 10 or more generations had served, and usually got injured, in the military. Always the Marines. Hell, they could trace back to their countless Great Grandfather Silias, who had served back an old wooden frigate when Marine ment boarding with blade and grappling hooks.
With his apparent options being, remaining in his podunk of a hometown, probably farming, or logging, and marrying one of the local cows, or fulfilling a proud family military tradition... well, he chose Tradition.
So he packed up a duffel bag, and shipped off to basic training. It was his first visit to the 'big city' ever. He had never left his small home of Acorn Town before. And in many ways, that rubeness shows. He had never seen mecha, or aircraft before, cybernetics or cell phones. This gap in his experience, and his education, hurt him a lot through basic training as he needed to be instructed in the common, easily known uses of such devices.
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