Safety Hammer
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Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
Name: Iridescence Morituro
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Appearance:
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Weapons:
- Automatic Supersonic, Superdense Mass Accelerator Delta IV (ASSMAD)
-Mk 9 Energy Bayonet
- Mission Specific Standard issue arms
Equipment:
-Allsight > Combat integrated, full spectrum HUD and information suite (Helmet she wears)
-Omni-tool
-[/Weapon] Deployable Locust multi-role mobile light armor. (Hardly ever used on account of the fact the AI is super buggy and only really responds to Iridescence)
Home World:
Terra Mortis- Frontier planet, named so on account of the vast array of killer environments and wildlife. Mortans are known for being rugged and highly capable jacks, filling any holes in teams or squads.
Skills:
-Wide variety of skills required to live and thrive on a hazardous planet far from the reach of greater humanity.
-Decorated pilot of the Hydra class transport gunship serving in several theaters of combat as well as former master helmsman to the Leviathan Class supercarrier, the Sol Treader.
-Silver tongue associated with any young senior officer, especially a pilot.
-Intelligence of a Naval Academy Integrated Engineering major.
-Zero fucks given, will stare death in the face and ask for a kiss
-Not an exceptionally good shot though her use calibration of ASSMAD with the ALLSIGHT makes her accuracy, with it and it only, match that of the best shooters on the team.
-Decently capable endurance wise with excellent dexterity.
Role:
Pilot/Mechanic
Bio:
Daughter of a mercenary with a heart of gold, she and her father used the abundance of blood money he collected over a long and grueling career to conquer the biomes of Terra Mortis as best they could. From a young age she showed an affinity towards the mechanical aspect of engineering. Her innate intelligence and the fact there wasn't exactly all that much competition on Terra Mortis made her land a spot in the Navy's frontier recruitment campaign. She received the highest standard of education in exchange for her service. Her story is a relatively average one, no tragic past, meager beginnings or story of a hyper-capable child prodigy. She just worked to get to where she is. Her military career was a bit more eventful than her early life of wealthy pioneering. Having flown in a few conflicts from human infighting to wars with alien races, she acquired a decent shadowbox of medals and ribbons, she even sports a makeshift medal for most kills with a sidearm out of the window of the gunship when dropping ground troops, jokingly coined the Duck Hunter Medal and given to her by her squadron-mates. (More, like how she ended up on the Aquarius, will be added when I find out exactly what's going on.)
Personality:
Iridescence can accurately be described as waggish and friendly, as well as stalwart and focused, both in and out of combat. She's known for bouts of repartee with whoever will engage her, behavioral randomness and a tendency to speak out of line. Proud human and isn't afraid to rub it in other races' faces.
Likes:
Music, high speed-high power-high cost, tinkering and other mechanical pursuits (fixing things, building things, reverse engineering things), helping and annoying the engineer, piloting, brown liquors, action, things that go boom, things that go beep-boop, helping and annoying the weapons expert, talking to Loki (Locust armor).
Dislikes:
Not being able to break through to someone, losing friends, whoever is red team this time, people touching her stuff, sloth, being unable to contribute or a be a burden, that smell in bay 7 that takes days to get rid of.
Hobbies:
Secretly (badly) programming a personality into the Aquarius' autopilot, see likes.
Theme:
Safety Hammer
BTW, awesome taste in music.
Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
They probably would have. Not a lot, but they know each other.
FTR
One Thousand Club
Name: Mk VIII Gen III MOD 5 Upgraded Battle Drone Serial # 291 (Cyclops)
Age: 9
Gender: Arguably Masculine
Sexuality: Robosexual?
Species: Human Military Drone
Appearance:
Weapons: Whatever is issued to him, or whatever can be used around him.
Equipment:
Powered by a small cold fusion reactor encapsulated in high-efficiency cocoon of thermoelectric panels. Converting the heat/radiation directly into electrical energy.
His body is largely composed of a combination of magnesium, tungsten and steel alloys. Utilitizing very few composite materials make him the heaviest version of his class.
A combination pneumatic and hydraulic rams and actuators allow for lightning quick and precise movement as well as high power high load efficiency. Balance is primarily reliant on multiply redundant gyrostabilizers.
Sports ab integrated Customizable Omnitool.
High amount of parts interchange among TIC technology allow for a high amount of modification be made available for him to the engineer.
Full spectrum and frequency optics and audio
Quantum computer AI with innumerable adaptive and self-writing subroutines and programs using observational data and logical genetic algorithms. Turing Complete and otherwise incomprehensible to anything other than its parent and interpreter AI.
MOD 5 upgrades include
Quantum machine learning.
Information processing power increased by a factor of 19.
In combination, allowing for the ability to run incredibly complicated algorithms in superposition.
Spidering coolant ducts supercool electronics and reactor.
(Has battle horn function)
Home World: Titan Industrial Complex (Saturn's moon turned to a manufacturing center)
Skills: Faultless War Machine, not much else.
Role: Ground team
Bio: TBA
Personality: Can be described as an artificial intelligence previously void of any humanity spontaneously showing the humble beginnings of something like personality. Is noticing the inferiority of humans to his ilk, which is a source of confusion for him. (Brace yourself, incoming technological singularity)
Likes:
observation/information gathering, trying his hand at human things, accomplishing the mission, interview like conversations with the rest of the crew, robot stuff (not hugs, no sudden moves around the robot.)
Dislikes: mission failure, those who dismiss drones as simply machines, prolonged space travel, going though routine maintenance
Hobbies: deep philosophical thought, sitting or standing idly when presented with nothing to do.
Age: 9
Gender: Arguably Masculine
Sexuality: Robosexual?
Species: Human Military Drone
Appearance:
Weapons: Whatever is issued to him, or whatever can be used around him.
Equipment:
Powered by a small cold fusion reactor encapsulated in high-efficiency cocoon of thermoelectric panels. Converting the heat/radiation directly into electrical energy.
His body is largely composed of a combination of magnesium, tungsten and steel alloys. Utilitizing very few composite materials make him the heaviest version of his class.
A combination pneumatic and hydraulic rams and actuators allow for lightning quick and precise movement as well as high power high load efficiency. Balance is primarily reliant on multiply redundant gyrostabilizers.
Sports ab integrated Customizable Omnitool.
High amount of parts interchange among TIC technology allow for a high amount of modification be made available for him to the engineer.
Full spectrum and frequency optics and audio
Quantum computer AI with innumerable adaptive and self-writing subroutines and programs using observational data and logical genetic algorithms. Turing Complete and otherwise incomprehensible to anything other than its parent and interpreter AI.
MOD 5 upgrades include
Quantum machine learning.
Information processing power increased by a factor of 19.
In combination, allowing for the ability to run incredibly complicated algorithms in superposition.
Spidering coolant ducts supercool electronics and reactor.
(Has battle horn function)
Home World: Titan Industrial Complex (Saturn's moon turned to a manufacturing center)
Skills: Faultless War Machine, not much else.
Role: Ground team
Bio: TBA
Personality: Can be described as an artificial intelligence previously void of any humanity spontaneously showing the humble beginnings of something like personality. Is noticing the inferiority of humans to his ilk, which is a source of confusion for him. (Brace yourself, incoming technological singularity)
Likes:
observation/information gathering, trying his hand at human things, accomplishing the mission, interview like conversations with the rest of the crew, robot stuff (not hugs, no sudden moves around the robot.)
Dislikes: mission failure, those who dismiss drones as simply machines, prolonged space travel, going though routine maintenance
Hobbies: deep philosophical thought, sitting or standing idly when presented with nothing to do.
Theme:
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Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
does the robot like hugs?
FTR
One Thousand Club
Well, who doesn't like hugs?
SP3CT3R
seven foot frame, rats along his back
WIP
Name: Berzog
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Grinorr (Basically space orcs with four arms)
Appearance: 6'8" and pretty bulky, with emerald-green skin. His body shape is proportional to that of a human, other than his large jaw with two long canines protruding from it, and an extra pair of arms. Berzog has dark brown hair styled into a mohawk, and blood-red eyes. He has a fake bone piercing in his left ear.
Weapons: Energy glaive
Equipment:
•A device similar to a DBZ scouter that lets him remote into various parts of the ship and other stuff
•Personal force field
•Tool belt
Home World: Grinorr
Skills:
•Good with technology
•Quick to adapt
•Good with most melee weapons
•2 Stronk (but has really bad stamina)
Role: Engineer
Bio: Berzog's race is barely out of the stone age. Berzog himself was the son of his tribe's chieftan, but was constantly looked down upon by his father for being more interested in learning than becoming a warrior. When Berzog was 10, a ship crashed into the territory of his tribe, but Berzog was the only one who cared enough to check it out. The ship was empty, and even though most of its systems were functioning, not capable of flight. Berzog quickly took interest, and managed to repair the ship after about two years using the guides built into the ship's system. When he finished, he went to tell his father and the rest of his tribe what he had accomplished, only to discover that they had been slaughtered by a neighboring tribe. Berzog activated the ship and fled into the depths of space, where he was discovered by a passing merchant. After a period of time where he was in the public spotlight, Berzog was sent to a prestigious intergalactic school for intellectual prodigies... only to be picked on by the other students for his background. He took it up until he graduated, since it was far better than life in his homeworld, but fled once his education was finished, where he eventually stumbled across the crew in this RP.
Personality: Berzog tends to come off as gruff and serious, but that's because he's not about to open up to someone only for them to mock him for being "barbaric". If he decides you're trustworthy, he's actually pretty fun to be around.
Likes:
•Opportunities to improvise
•Dancing (don't ask)
•Learning things
•Meat
Dislikes:
•Being stereotyped
•The cold
•Fighting
•Being "the muscle"
Hobbies:
•Tinkering
•Video games
•Training (it's complicated)
•Research
Name: Berzog
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Grinorr (Basically space orcs with four arms)
Appearance: 6'8" and pretty bulky, with emerald-green skin. His body shape is proportional to that of a human, other than his large jaw with two long canines protruding from it, and an extra pair of arms. Berzog has dark brown hair styled into a mohawk, and blood-red eyes. He has a fake bone piercing in his left ear.
Weapons: Energy glaive
Equipment:
•A device similar to a DBZ scouter that lets him remote into various parts of the ship and other stuff
•Personal force field
•Tool belt
Home World: Grinorr
Skills:
•Good with technology
•Quick to adapt
•Good with most melee weapons
•2 Stronk (but has really bad stamina)
Role: Engineer
Bio: Berzog's race is barely out of the stone age. Berzog himself was the son of his tribe's chieftan, but was constantly looked down upon by his father for being more interested in learning than becoming a warrior. When Berzog was 10, a ship crashed into the territory of his tribe, but Berzog was the only one who cared enough to check it out. The ship was empty, and even though most of its systems were functioning, not capable of flight. Berzog quickly took interest, and managed to repair the ship after about two years using the guides built into the ship's system. When he finished, he went to tell his father and the rest of his tribe what he had accomplished, only to discover that they had been slaughtered by a neighboring tribe. Berzog activated the ship and fled into the depths of space, where he was discovered by a passing merchant. After a period of time where he was in the public spotlight, Berzog was sent to a prestigious intergalactic school for intellectual prodigies... only to be picked on by the other students for his background. He took it up until he graduated, since it was far better than life in his homeworld, but fled once his education was finished, where he eventually stumbled across the crew in this RP.
Personality: Berzog tends to come off as gruff and serious, but that's because he's not about to open up to someone only for them to mock him for being "barbaric". If he decides you're trustworthy, he's actually pretty fun to be around.
Likes:
•Opportunities to improvise
•Dancing (don't ask)
•Learning things
•Meat
Dislikes:
•Being stereotyped
•The cold
•Fighting
•Being "the muscle"
Hobbies:
•Tinkering
•Video games
•Training (it's complicated)
•Research
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Prrrgadilly
True Gramarye
Name: Dr. Arturius ”Pulsar” T’LurianAge: Uncertain; projected to be 42
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual
Species: Sentient dark energy nexus
Weapons: His containment module, his “body” inside the module, powerful static discharges
Equipment: The Aquarius
Home World: Gaia 2
Skills:
Certified genius
Biotic training
Eidetic memory
Advanced visualization – the ability to visualize information on his surroundings and in the air around his head, moving data around with his hands as he sorts through it, allowing him to make highly precise calculations at incredible speed. He can now project these visions into the real world like holograms.
Polyglot
Friendly disposition
Role: Scientist/Psuedo-VI
Bio: Arturius is not too sure of his origin. Many of his memories from when he was human were erased or corrupted during his transformation. He remembers a few things vividly. He was a human with the biotic potential of an asari and a high intellect. He was a part of a top-secret project to meld the powers of multiple biotics into powerful mass effect constructs. The resulting discoveries are called Laran abilities. His teams were too successful in melding the minds and powers of differing biotics into Laran, with him as the focus, and they all burned up from the overload of dark energy. The release energies coalesced and converged into energy body that preserved his mind. He made the containment module to protect other lifeforms from his unique kind of radiation. The leaders of Gaia 2 do not know he exists. Captain O’Connor found him adrift in space, and he does not mind being a secret aboard the Aquarius.
Personality: A child at heart, Arturius is possessed of an insatiable curiosity and unparalleled optimism. He is surprisingly naïve about real world occurrences and exceedingly trusting, though he will never fall for the same trick twice. Isolated by his intellectual and biotic abilities, but determined to not be alone, Arturius is an ambivert and prefers to be surrounded by true, few, friends instead of masses of passing acquaintances. He has severe abandonment issues and will go to any length to avoid being left alone. Contrary to what one would believe, Arturius is rarely angry, anxious, violent, or generally moody; these traits are revealed when Atrurius is faced the possibility of perceived abandonment.
Likes:
Learning
Cleaning
Sleeping
Smiling
Animals
Dislikes:
Liars
Violence
Loneliness
Being underestimated
Being taken advantage of
Hobbies: conducting experiments, researching his condition, making music, improving his Laran capabilities
Theme: Patrice Rushen - Forget Me Nots
Safety Hammer
Prrrgadilly
True Gramarye
Hey knucklehead
Safety Hammer
is Arturius green to go or not?
Safety Hammer
is Arturius green to go or not?
SP3CT3R
seven foot frame, rats along his back
Safety Hammer
Am done
Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
Accepted
Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
You hurt my feelin'sHey knucklehead
Prrrgadilly
True Gramarye
I wouldn't have to if yoy simply answered the question.
Prrrgadilly
True Gramarye
Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
Nah, you're accepted.
Prrrgadilly
True Gramarye
Merci beaucoup
Kylesar1
This is my loudest bork
Name: Royce Garrett Bivens
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Appearance:
Weapons: N/A
Equipment: N/A
Home World: Earth
Skills: Robotics expert, weapons expert (more specifically light-based weaponry)
Role: Not affiliated with the crew
Bio: Ari's mentor while he was in high school, he taught Ari the extreme intricacies of building robots and androids
He gives Ari stuff while Ari gets stuff for him since Royce doesn't leave earth
Personality: A nice friendly man who probably knows more about robotics than you do
Likes: Robots, Classical music
Dislikes: Know it alls
Hobbies: Piano, Building
Theme:
Name: Willow
Age: Doesn't age, but made as a 12 year old
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning
Species: Android
Appearance:
Weapons:
Reaper
A minigun built into her arm only really used in emergencies
Static knife
Made with plasma, it can mess with the functioning of weak electronics
Cyber enhancements
Solar panels- Absorbs and stores any source of light and converts it into energy
Equipment:
Liquid light
Energy cells
Home World: Made on Earth
Skills: close combat
Role: Only does what Ari wants. No special role
Bio: Created by Royce Garrett Bivens, she was assigned to protect Ari and follow orders
Personality: Other than certain words or her performance in battle, one would never know she's an android. Her skin feels like skin, she generates heat like a normal human. She eats like everyone else does (but converts every morsel into energy, converted into light). She acts human. She's childish, nice, and polite, but occasionally her father's mannerisms rub off on her, turning her sarcastic. When given orders to kill, she turns into an emotionless killing machine
Likes: animals, foreign landscapes
Dislikes: Ari in danger
Hobbies: Fashion, music
Theme:
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Appearance:
Weapons: N/A
Equipment: N/A
Home World: Earth
Skills: Robotics expert, weapons expert (more specifically light-based weaponry)
Role: Not affiliated with the crew
Bio: Ari's mentor while he was in high school, he taught Ari the extreme intricacies of building robots and androids
He gives Ari stuff while Ari gets stuff for him since Royce doesn't leave earth
Personality: A nice friendly man who probably knows more about robotics than you do
Likes: Robots, Classical music
Dislikes: Know it alls
Hobbies: Piano, Building
Theme:
Name: Willow
Age: Doesn't age, but made as a 12 year old
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning
Species: Android
Appearance:
Weapons:
Reaper
A minigun built into her arm only really used in emergencies
Static knife
Made with plasma, it can mess with the functioning of weak electronics
Cyber enhancements
Solar panels- Absorbs and stores any source of light and converts it into energy
- Blink Drive- Teleports her a short distance. Uses a lot of energy so it can't be used often
- Prism Generator- Splits light into the rainbow. Only useful with light based attacks, it basically turns 1 light attack into 7
- Reflector- creates a mirror of light to reflect light.
- Aegis- Particle shield
- ZEUS- Generates electricity in her hand and can discharge it
- Concentrator- Turns stored light into a powerful laser
- Flare- illuminates the area. At max power, generates ultra violet, super heated rays that turns her into a mini sun and can cause blindness or damage optical enhancements if looked at too long. An amazing diversion and incapacitation tool, but uses up light extremely fast
Equipment:
Liquid light
Energy cells
Home World: Made on Earth
Skills: close combat
Role: Only does what Ari wants. No special role
Bio: Created by Royce Garrett Bivens, she was assigned to protect Ari and follow orders
Personality: Other than certain words or her performance in battle, one would never know she's an android. Her skin feels like skin, she generates heat like a normal human. She eats like everyone else does (but converts every morsel into energy, converted into light). She acts human. She's childish, nice, and polite, but occasionally her father's mannerisms rub off on her, turning her sarcastic. When given orders to kill, she turns into an emotionless killing machine
Likes: animals, foreign landscapes
Dislikes: Ari in danger
Hobbies: Fashion, music
Theme:
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One Thousand Club
Poupou
FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
I just realized Bailey is literally the only ground team person
FTR
One Thousand Club
cyclops is ground team but Safety can't be bothered to update the role thing
FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
Oh yay!
FTR
One Thousand Club
wait who's response is it?
FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
I'm not sure really. I just replyed and tagged Safety
FTR
One Thousand Club
pfft, good luck..........
FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
Well, he's online.pfft, good luck..........
