Jabroni
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Hello everyone, this is just to inform everybody thatRusty of Shackleford has designated me as a "co-GM" to help him run this more smoothly during a rough period for him. For now, I've only made a character sheet on his behalf and considering ways to get the story started.
Speaking of, please fill out this sheet with the basic concept of your characters:
Name: Full name of the character, including any particular nicknames.
Age: Exact or rough age of the character.
History: Historical details of the character, a rough biography that gives us an idea of where they've been and what has happened in their life. Their parents, their general heritage, what kind of environment they grew up in, notable achievements.
Personality: General personal profile of the character; don't use simple language like "vicious when angry", describe what makes them react strongly instead, or what their general thought process is, anything to get an idea of their basic mental archetype.
Skills: Unique, particular skills the character possesses; what they're distinctly capable of doing that should be noted. A silver tongue, their trigger finger, a vague prescience about danger, or air of wisdom.
Appearance: The general appearance of their character, their rough build, height, any interesting details.
Miscellany: As described, miscellaneous things to note.
And, for your perusal, please consider this prototypical sheet for my own 'main character', the aforementioned 'disgraced son'. I've changed the title, of course lmao.
Name: Leonard "Lucky, Iron-ass" Augustis Niketas Caeser Cincinantis
Age: 27~
History: Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and embraced by adoring servants, Leonard is the youngest scion of the Cincinantis family, a long-standing political dynasty within the Republic that has prided itself with its deep integration into the economy surrounding high-technology, and excellent military service, not to mention influential voices. Though he was a quiet kid and stayed out of the spotlight entirely, very unusually compared to his ancestors and siblings, as he became an adult an intense wanderlust and thirst overcame him.
Serving from the bottom, another questionable characteristic for his lineage, he rose up in rank the hard way in the Republican Navy, both as a test pilot and, shortly before his discharge, an aggressor squadron member. WIth a particular service in testing lighter warships and air/space hybrid crafts, he was instrumental in finalizing the design for many bleeding-edge warships that are either being fielded already or are still in testing. Accidents happen, but he became distinct from his peers for a unique string of fortune of never being hurt when even his co-pilots were injured. Although his luckiness seems to rub-off, with no fatalities ever being reported in any testing program he partook in.
After a period of time where he served with distinction and seemed quite comfortable in his position, he was overcome with another strange restlessness, this time related to the recent strange mutterings of odd happenstance in the outer colonies of the Republic. In his position, he was even privy to a few of the classified documents with vague suggestions of identifiable malice and intelligence in the strange entities being sighted. Calling on every favor he can, he seeks to blunt this possible disaster with everything he has.
Personality: Quiet, contemplative, honest, but also rough-hearted with a hint of vindictiveness and self-importance; all of these qualities could describe Leonard with a high degree of accuracy. Though he isn't a sociopath by any means, he does have distinct difficulties relating to many people, and keeps a respectful distance even when such an approach isn't warranted. Though he has no major awful psychological issues, he's still somewhat odd; with intense fixations that come and go, that completely overwhelm him. Sometimes, huge thirsts he desperately slakes for years. Others, a passing fancy he can obsess over for a few days.
Cold, he's been called a step even above a 'Hardass', at one point being mockingly called "iron-assed" during his relatively brief tenure as an OPFOR pilot in the Navy's aerial training program. Still, this is a nickname he enjoys, not entirely ironically, with a healthy amount of his tongue in his own cheek. He's the type to even appreciate the wit of an insult if there's anything particular, but he's good at hiding it at this or that moment.
Skills: Leonard Augustis Niketas Caeser Cincinantis served as an experimental warship pilot with intense distinction, with developed piloting and engineering skills; personally offering suggestions and discussing issues with the development team on a near equal level, and pushing the machine past what it was initially expected to be able to perform. Besides his familiarity with a control stick and blueprints, he possess the minimum expected political savvy of his pedigree. Certainly undeveloped, a certain talent is still there just from watching and speaking with his family when he was younger.
Besides his own raw skills, he of course has a good understanding of aerospace and literal space mechanics, knowing the difference of plasma and ion engines and maintaining the ability to calmly explain to 'groundlings' why spacecraft have a funny habit of flipping around when they're halfway to their destination. He's not exactly a master craftsman, but he can repair a fusion torch engine or a centrifuge as long as he has something that's vaguely appropriate and force it to work, for a little while.
With quick hands and a sharp eye, what one might initially presume to be an archaic and bizarre hobby of his starts to make more sense; in an age of planetary assault craft and orbital bombardment and electromagnetic weapons, he's surprisingly skilled in swordplay. Though he's never had the time to partake in the rare martial arts tournament suited for such skillsets, anyone who could catch a glimpse of his practice would note a dedicated adherence to a self-taught style, combining the concepts of various ancient schools practicing two-hander blades and more modern CQC techniques.
Besides his particular odd martial prowess, he of course has the modest experience around firearms and ground-based tactics expected of somebody who served as a test pilot in the Navy. A decent shot, but no more or less.
Appearance: Slightly slim in stature, he's quite tall at 6'3" (190cm) and his musculature was obviously cultivated by his training more for quick bursts of speed than sheer strength, with a general leanness. He has the light blonde hair that most of his family members do, with dark green eyes that are mostly unique to him, in his family. (Usually suggested to be some freak remnant of some genetic tweak or another made by some distant ancestor)
He cuts his hair short, plainly groomed with no particular style. His most distinct facial feature is a slight length to his nose, and a mild angularity to his face. His clothes are usually of the nature of piloting jumpsuits or dress uniforms, though in situations where those are seen as strange he tends to default to the next best thing, particularly a thermoregulatory jumpsuit topped with hard-wearing working clothes. In short, really quite unimaginative in this department.
Though, of course, with his growing paranoia in recent times he has commissioned many pieces; in particular, a special suit of armor fully described elsewhere.
Misc: N/A.
If you're intimidated by the length, don't. As co-GM I'd personally accept something shorter and blunter as long as it still gave a good idea of who the character is.
Please, expect a description of our starter ship/'home setting', the planet we're starting on, and a rough draft of the starting plot thread in the coming days.
