Accidentally Saving the Galaxy (the title says it all)

Federal Intergalactic Investigation Force Incident File #87

Time of Incident: stardate 2200 Time of Investigation: stardate 2205

Summary: Incident number 87 was the result of a seemingly unrelated series of events that led a group of unlikely heroes to band together and accidentally save the galaxy. Armed with nothing but a rickety old ship and whatever they happened to be carrying when the whole incident began they discovered a plot that would have devestated the galaxy and possibly the rest of the universe as well.

The following is an account by those involved in incident number 87. The FIIF can not vouch for the accuracy of this account.

The first person we interviewed was the Bartender at the Engine Grease Bar on Shition B where the incident started.

“Well, it all started around 5 years ago, when a rather unusal assortment of people walked into my bar. Now, they didn’t come in all at once, no, they came in in indivisually, maybe a few were in groups. And that’s when things really began...”

CS

• Name (this one is self explanatory):
• Nicknames (have you ever been called something else):
• Race (what alien species are you? Or are you just a human? Note: I’m letting you choose your own race, but you have to stay within believable boundaries and not make them overpowered, otherwise I’m revoking this privilege):
• Gender (what is your gender?):
• Eye color (does this actually matter?):
• Hair color (do you have hair? If so, what’s it’s color.):
• Occupation (what did you do before getting thrown on this crazy adventure):

• Equipment (do you carry special equipment? Normal equipment?):
• Weapons (what does your character use to kill people):
• Other items (non equipment, non weapons):

• Skills (you must be able to learn these. They are not natural.):
• Racial Abilities (things you can do as part of your race):
• Additional abilities (non-racial, non-skills. These can be magic, scientifically granted powers, or any other things):

• Personality (how does your character act? What’s going on in their head?):
• Appearance (what do they look like? How strange are they?):
• History (what is your character's tragic backst- I mean history):

• Quotes (notable things that your character has said that exemplify their personality) (optional):
• Tropes (tropes that apply to your character.) (optional):
• Theme song (quite self explanatory) (optional):
• Other (optional):

edited 4th Jun '18 12:00:32 PM by BackSet1

• Name: Johnny Mc Donalds
• Nickname: Mr. Sunshine, Tacos Locos, the Burrito Bandito of Betelgeuse, The Most Reviled Prankster Gangster
• Race: Human
• Gender: Male
• Eye Color: Sunglasses
• Hair Color: Blonde
• Occupation: Criminal
• Equipment:
  • His sunglasses have variable lenses. What they do is limit light that passes through them, protecting him from things like flashbangs and looking into the sun. Also, they're perscription. He has regular glasses but he doesn't like using them.
  • His peacock-feather coat holds lots of fun gadgets and prank materials.
  • Itching Powder: This fine powder is great at getting through armor. It makes you extremely itchy. Like mosquito bites all over your body. If it gets in your eyes it hurts like hell and breathing in even a little will make you cough.
  • Fairy Dust: A fine, sparkly powder. Sprinkling it on wounds anesthetizes them and speeds up the healing process. The fairy dust only heals wounds that could be healed naturally. He can't use it to stick an arm back on or anything.
  • Flatulent Pillow: A small pillow that makes a fart sound when its sat on. It's very embarassing.
• Weapons:
  • Ray Gun: A lightweight, easy-to-use laser pistol. It has a dial that lets it be set between "Light a cigarette" and "Burn a penny-sized hole in some poor sap." It has a burst mode (pulling the trigger fires a half-second beam) and a "auto" mode (the beam is emitted for as long as he holds it down.)
• Other Items:
  • Carol: Mr. Sunshine's double-gneckered neo dulcimer.
• Skills:
  • Plays a mean double-gneckered neo dulcimer.
  • He's good at using magic.
  • Plays a lot of shooter video games.
  • Can use alchemy to create more prank materials.
  • He's really good at swimming.
• Racial Abilities: None
• Additional Abilities:
  • Mr. Sunshine is a magician. He was expelled from wizard college for casting innapropriate spells. Still, he's a good wizard, just not a very employable one.
    • Wizard Beam: Mr. Sunshine sticks out a finger and fires a heat ray from it. He can vary the intensity between "Light a cigarette" and "Burn a penny-sized hole in some poor sap." He can either fire it in bursts or a sustained beam. The latter is great for burning or melting through things, but it takes a lot out of him.
    • Image: This spell allows Johnny to create a 3-dimensional illusion. He can move it, and to some extent animate it. The illusions are indistinguishable from real objects, but only exist as a distortion of light. His illusions can block light as if they were physical objects. The total size of the illusion is limited to a 7x7x7 foot cube, though he can spread it out. The illusions last as long as he's mentally maintaining it, until he tries to make a new one, or if he steps beyond 200 feet of one (about a block.)
    • Conjure Cloud Elemental: Conjures a cloud elemental. It's a flying cloud that Mr. Sunshine can stand on to fly around. It can also rain and create small bolts of lightning, similar to a tazer.
    • Fireball: Mr. Sunshine forms a bubble-like forcefield in one of his hands. He then starts to fill it with as much fire as he can. He can throw it more or less like a baseball. When it hits a solid object other than himself, it explodes. The power of said explosion is dependent upon how long he charges it. The spell takes about half a second to charge at minimum, which creates a golf-ball size fireball that produces a small puff of flame. Not itself dangerous, but it can set large objects on fire. It takes about a second to make a tennisball-sized fireball, which creates a small, albeit dangerous explosion. He could destroy a window, a door, or someone's leg with this. After three seconds it's about the size of a baseball, and it can obliterate someone's car and will probably kill you if you get caught in the blast. Any longer and it will explode in Johnny's hand. If he's lucky he won't have a hand anymore. If he's unlucky, he won't have a head anymore. He can create more than one at a time but as soon as they leave his hands and hit the ground they're gonna explode so that would be pretty stupid of him.
    • Conjure Banana: Conjures a bananan in Mr. Sunshine's hand. Since it is conjured, it will disappear after an hour, so eating it won't make you feel any fuller.
    • Conjure Pie: Conjures a pie in Mr. Sunshine's hand. He can choose between apple, cherry, jalapeno, coconut cream, and rhubarb pies. He can only conjure one each every day, though. They disappear after one hour, so eating it won't make you any less hungry.
    • Johnny Sunshine's Insalubrious Augmentation: Mr. Sunshine won't use this spell anymore because it got him booted from Magician's School.
    • Bedog: Mr. Sunshine shapeshifts into a dog. He can choose any breed he likes (e.g. chihuahua, St. Bernard), but it has to be the form of a domestic dog breed.
    • Befrog: Mr. Sunshine shapeshifts into a frog. He gets really good at swimming and eating bugs.
    • Belog: Mr. Sunshine shapeshifts into a wooden log. He can't move in this form, but he can float in water, be set on fire, and boy is he inconspicuous in this form.
• Personality: He just wants to have a good time but thats a bit dangerous.
• Appearance: whoa watch out hes gonna steal your tacos◊
• History: Mr. Sunshine got kicked out of Magician's University because he was casting innapropriate magics. He claims he was framed, but nonetheless he was expelled. Afterwards, he ran a pyramid scheme involving a taco franchise in Betelgeuse. He made a lot of money but was caught and is now on the run from the law.
• Quoutes: "Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub!" - Mr. Sunshine after stealing a taco
• Tropes:
• Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JZom_gVfuw
• Other:

edited 9th Jun '18 1:09:39 AM by HeroicSociopath

• Name (this one is self explanatory): Michelle Hawken
• Nicknames (have you ever been called something else): Miche I Ie Hawken
• Race (what alien species are you? Or are you just a human? Note: I’m letting you choose your own race, but you have to stay within believable boundaries and not make them overpowered, otherwise I’m revoking this privilege): Manul / Pallas' Cat Person.
• Gender (what is your gender?): F
• Eye color (does this actually matter?): Yellow
• Hair color (do you have hair? If so, what’s it’s color.): Gray
• Occupation (what did you do before getting thrown on this crazy adventure): None. Self-employed Lumberjack is not a real job.
• Equipment (do you carry special equipment? Normal equipment?): A phone, a compass, lots of pens and paper, invoice forms, a flashlight, and most notably a spectrometer about the size of the original Gameboy that can send subsonic pulses through an object at a distance and give feedback on its internal structure and relative density throughout.
• Weapons (what does your character use to kill people): Michelle wields a good old fashioned chainsaw, which across hundreds of planets has never stopped being perfect for lumberjacking. Hers is an FF 20 Surrender model, very orange and boxy and stock-looking. It is known for its energy efficiency and ease of repair above all else. It has yet to actually be used against anything but a tree, but the environmentalists seem to clear out pretty quick at the sight of it.
• Other items (non equipment, non weapons): Michelle owns the Hawktalon Logging Company's single logging ship, Cool Paul. It is an enormous red transport craft manned by herself and a small army of drones that assist in repairs and occasional piloting assistance. It technically has bunk rooms for up to three other people but she took all the pillows, blankets, and other bedding from there and put them into her Captain's Quarters. For the moment the other rooms have been turned into storage space for food and other supplies instead. It's not fast or maneuverable, but it is bulky and it has loads of cargo space normally used for holding logs. It's not a beautiful ship, and resembles a smallish warehouse with a pair of blocky swiveling VTOL engines attached to the side and a condominium on top (the cockpit and quarters). It's also only armed with a small machine gun on top for defense. The front and bottom of the warehouse can open, though it lacks a crane or other armatures to safely lift things in.
• Skills (you must be able to learn these. They are not natural.): Michelle is an extremely talented lumberjack. She's good at lifting, she has an excellent sense of balance and leverage, she knows all about trees and nature survival, and she knows the ins and outs of all the most popular modern logging equipment. This technically includes Cool Paul but this means she knows how to use it in logging, not as some kinda flying ace.
• Racial Abilities (things you can do as part of your race): Michelle's people are pretty good at staying quiet and climbing well despite their size, and their fur keeps them warm and basically allows them to where whatever wherever.
• Additional abilities (non-racial, non-skills. These can be magic, scientifically granted powers, or any other things): Michelle learned a single magical knack as a kid in a fire safety course to conjure water with the force and volume of a water pistol.
• Personality (how does your character act? What’s going on in their head?): Michelle is a very outgoing entrepreneur. She likes to ask people about themselves, and she's fairly talented at then relating it back to this business she's got going on her end. Very simple appalachian sensibilities. Loves a good beer.
• Appearance (what do they look like? How strange are they?): Michelle is a super shredded humanoid Pallas' cat. She's enormously bulky even under her fluff and her huge eyes and jaws make her extremely expressive. She stands at about 5'7 and even in the distant future still wears the lumberjack's uniform—flannel buttondowns, jeans, and various trashy tees and trucker caps. Her pants have all been slightly modified to admit a fluffy tail, but her hands and feet are human enough for workman's gloves and boots.
• History (what is your character's tragic backst- I mean history): Michelle is from the planet of Panzer 9, a very boreal planet dominated mountains and thick forests. Her family are lumberjacks who live up in the foothills but come down to cut through their local foothills; they have been doing this for generations now. However, she is currently somewhat displaced. Her whole life she'd only known lumberjacking, but then ClearCut Intergalactic Logging showed up and started competing with them. In spite of domain they claimed to have, CCIL of course didn't care and just went to work shredding their home rather than try to sustainably log the planet as the Hawkens had done for centuries. It continued to escalate further and further, until CCIL finally snapped and attacked Michelle's family with a team of paramilitary riflemen. Nobody was hurt, but the message was clear. Michelle took the family ship and cobbled it together into a spaceworthy craft with online video tutorials and set off to try to find help for them, and to keep business going with hauls from all around the galaxy.

• Name (this one is self explanatory): Kyra White
• Nicknames (have you ever been called something else): Blanca, Black and White,
• Race (what alien species are you? Or are you just a human? Note: I’m letting you choose your own race, but you have to stay within believable boundaries and not make them overpowered, otherwise I’m revoking this privilege): Human
• Gender (what is your gender?): Female
• Eye color (does this actually matter?): Gray
• Hair color (do you have hair? If so, what’s it’s color.): Black with white streaks.
• Occupation (what did you do before getting thrown on this crazy adventure): Smuggler

• Equipment (do you carry special equipment? Normal equipment?):
  • Macrobinoculars: for when normal binoculars aren’t enough.

  • Rope: the duct tape of adventuring, good old fashioned rope.

  • Grappling hook: to attach to the rope.

  • Stimpacks: for when healing is needed.

  • Life Support Mask: for planets with atmosphere’s containg anything other than oxygen

• Weapons (what does your character use to kill people):
  • Standard Blaster Pistol: it shoots lasers and kills people. I don’t know what more you want.

  • Blaster Clip: it’s really a power cell but it’s still called a clip for the same reason that the save symbol is still a floppy disc.

  • Pocket Knife: for when a blaster won’t cut it.

• Other items (non equipment, non weapons):
  • The Artemis: a rickety old ship that she bought from a man looking to settle down, this thing is her pride and joy.

• Skills (you must be able to learn these. They are not natural.):
  • Piloting: Kyra is a natural Pilot.

  • Spaceship Maintenance: Kyra can repair her ship.

  • Astrogation: Kyra can navigate the stars like no one’s business.

  • Lies and tricks: It’s kind of required for the job.

• Racial Abilities (things you can do as part of your race): none
• Additional abilities (non-racial, non-skills. These can be magic, scientifically granted powers, or any other things): none

• Personality (how does your character act? What’s going on in their head?): Kyra White is an odd person. She loves adventure but she also likes to hang out at bars and stuff and just chill. She has a soft spot for the poor and while she’ll take jobs from rich people for money she’ll just as often take jobs for poor people free of charge. In general Kyra is a free spirit, going wherever the wind takes her.
• Appearance (what do they look like? How strange are they?): Kyra has Black hair with white streaks in it. She wears a white tattered shirt under a black jacket. Her pants and boots are brown and she has a brown belt with a holster. She wears a brown satchel. Her eyes are Gray and her skin is tan. She wears goggles.
• History (what is your character's tragic backst- I mean history): Since she was a child, Kyra dreamed of getting off planet. She looked up to the stars and dreamed of having adventures. Finally, when she was 21 she got a ship off of a guy who was looking to settle down. She took up smuggling and now, 6 years later, she is pretty well known.

• Quotes (notable things that your character has said that exemplify their personality) (optional):
  • “I can do the job.”

  • “Criminal? I prefer the term Dashing Rogue.”

  • “You want me to work for free? Buddy, you’ve got another thing coming.”

  • “I’ll do it, free of charge.”

• Tropes (tropes that apply to your character. Can be found here at TV Tropes.) (optional): Gentleman Thief, Loveable Rogue, Talking Your Way Out, Cool Ship
• Theme song (quite self explanatory) (optional): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMOW4LYm92o
• Other (optional):

~Taco ~Heroic Sociopath

You’re accepted.

edited 5th Jun '18 4:56:31 PM by BackSet1

Name: Fredric Turn Nicknames: ‘Joker’

Race: Human (African-American)

Gender: Male

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Bald

Occupation: USNAMC 77th Light Infantry Trooper

Equipment:

M98 Body Armor: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/halo/images/a/ad/Body_armor_frontback.png/revision/latest?cb=20091204174103

L65 Helmet:

https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/halo/images/9/97/H4_marine_helmet.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140531202516

4X8 Enviromental Protection Mask Mask:

https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpud03aYBcCEe4W6de5GYn8djZX0PFompYqSJpcyMZnOKVdLJwmQ

Standard Issue Combat Boots

Weapons:

S65 Rifle

M18 Pistol

MA 4 Explsiove Charges

F8 Combat Knife

Other items:

Lighter

Pocket Knife

56 Credits

Holster for pistol

Skills: CQC Training-Expected from a Badass elite marine

Marksmanship-Though not a sniper, he's still a damn good shot.

Demolitions-he is a demolitions specialist

Racial Abilities: *laughs in American*

Personality : Quick to crack a joke in the face of death, speaks Sarcasm as a second language. He still takes his job seriously, like every good soldier. Also, he’s a hotheaded S.O.B. So, expect him to go charging into a problem all guns blazing.

Appearance: Black man, bald, 6’9",clean shaven face, slim build. Wears standard issue Urban-camo BD Us, in addition to his combat gear. Has a scar across his left palm. When off duty, he wears a OD Uniform and field cap with the patch of the 77th worn proudly on his shoulder.

History: Born on August 5th 2180, Fred was your average guy. He was born in Chicago, a city within the United States of North America(A political union between Canada, the US, Mexico, and the Central American Nations), one of 11 Nations that made up the Federal Earth Republics. After graduating, he worked a brief stint as a miner on the USNA’s mining colony on the Moon.

He briefly returned to Chicago to visit family, when he was approached by a Marine recruiter, telling him to think of his future. After much consideration, Fredric decided to enlist.

Excelling at basic trading, a USNAMC decided he was too good for regular infantry, and recommended him for the 77th Light Infantry Regiment, the best the USNA had to offer. Fred gladly accepted. One of 800 potential recruits, he was among only 78 who didn’t wash out.

His first mission came in 2199, when a group of colonists in the USNA’s Venus colony,New Monterey, began to revolt. The 77th arrived, and subdued the rebels, with only a handful of deaths on both sides.

A year later in 2200, Fredric and the 77th went to Mars, as part of a FER task force to fight off an insurgent movement. Fighting last 2 months, inflicting heavy losses on both sides. When the smoke cleared, the FER lost 560, and the insurgents, 878. The 77th counted 58 dead, the worst loss of millitary life for the USNA in it's history.

As for Fredric, he got 3 months leave, along with many other survivors of the 77th. After this, he was back in action, kicking ass and taking names.

Quotes:

“Well, he has a hole where his heart should be, and his guts are coming out his ass.. Totally survivable wound there boys.”

“There ain’t no problem a shotgun and grenade can’t solve. Except the square root of Pi.”

“That guy looked at me funny. He must be a terrorist.”

“They outnumber us 10 to 1. Sounds like a fair fight.”

Tropes: Deadpan snarker, Lancer, Badass Normal, One-Man Army

Theme Song: Breaking Benjaman-Unknown Soldier

edited 19th Jun '18 11:16:46 AM by Warmaster23rat

~Tropers/warmaster32rat

Approved

Ah, my character is finished.

• Name: NIKA - Neurally Independent Knowledge Allocator
• Nickname: Answers to 'Nikki', which she usually prefers as it gives her a degree of individuality.
• Race: Biomechanical android/Synthetic humanoid
• Gender: Female
• Eye Colour: Neon blue
• Hair Colour: Black (and not of the natural variety, just a complete pitch black)
• Occupation: Knowledge Allocator, or in less flashy terms a simple teacher.
• Equipment: A messenger bag, a modern phone, a collection of adapter cables and extension cords stored in the aforementioned bag, and a pair of electrochromic sunglasses she bought on a whim (useful if she needs to hide her eyes).
• Weapons: A small plasma pistol used for emergencies. Has automatic and burst fire functions. Can also be adjusted into an intense beam setting, enabling usage as a welding or cutting device. The pistol can convert into a wrist mounted variant if she needs her hands free.
• Other Items: A hoverbike◊ she had previously purchased for her original teaching job; now modified for greater acceleration and manoeuvrability.
• Skills:
  • Negotiating: Due to her genuine and kind-hearted nature, plus her vast knowledge reserves and experience with what could sometimes be quite a rowdy class, Nikki is highly skilled at compromising with individuals in regards to disagreements. She has a good intuition of just what to say in order to defuse a tense situation, and has an overall trustworthy tone of warmth to her voice, which she uses to her advantage.
  • Assessment: Nikki's mechanical mind allows her to study the environment in great detail in only a short amount of time. This also includes body language and social cues, so she tends to get a good read on people by studying their habits, voice patterns, and other character tics.
  • Teaching and Knowledge Retaining: By far her most prominent skill, as this was what she was designed to do. Nikki is very good at taking in all sorts of information as mentioned before, but excels in transferring it verbally as well as storing even the smallest and seemingly useless facts for potential later use.
  • Mechanics: Since getting her hoverbike, Nikki has grown adept with modifying it, and has kindled an urge to tinker and study technology, the irony of which is not lost on her. She is hoping to expand onto other vehicles and technologies, although her enthusiasm should probably be watched over in case she ends up going too far or even modifying something without permission.
• Racial Abilities:
  • As a biomechanical creature, Nikki frequently tends to overlap on what she can do between man and machine, having incredible physical precision and stamina, yet also possessing the ability to process regular food and drink and convert it into usable energy. As a NIKA model specifically, she also has an external jack on the nape of her neck, allowing her to plug into other machines and experimental 'learning helmets' to effectively interface with them, granting her either control or at least a strong mental connection. However, the jack isn't universal and is technically only supposed to be used with the aforementioned learning helmets, and so Nikki has to rely on her collection of adapter cables which she may have to end up meticulously searching through to find the correct connection.
• Additional Abilities: None
• Personality: Although initially coming off as overly cheery and somewhat naïve, Nikki is highly intelligent and observant, having discovered that her friendliness and high enthusiasm was one of the most effective mindsets in general to get on people's good side. However, she can occasionally push it a little too far into the obnoxious territory, as she hasn't quite figured out the correct balance just yet. Incredibly caring and selfless, she's the type of person to gravitate towards the quietest person in the bar and buy them a drink, if only in an attempt to see them smile in the knowledge that she has made a friend. She is in fact so reliant on friendships that she seems to have almost developed a phobia of being alone for extensive periods of time, becoming increasingly depressed and reverting into a more robotic mindset the longer she is isolated from people. She is also very focused on her individuality, and can be quite hurt by people comparing her to little more than an appliance or machine, even viewing the few other NIKA prototypes as her siblings, and has developed a biting sarcastic defense whenever belittled or otherwise stereotyped. After her teaching career was terminated, Nikki has become much more adaptive and free-spirited, expressing her desire to try new things at any opportunity she can.
• Appearance: 5'8. Incredibly realistic and humanlike movements, no signs of stiffness or otherwise obviously robotic behaviours.◊
• History: Half born, half constructed, Nikki was a third generation prototype for the NIKA project - an experimental synthetic android program with the purpose of creating autonomous, intelligent, and overall humanlike knowledge allocators for public use, with possible jobs including that of tour guides, librarians, secretaries, corporate workers, and in Nikki's case; teachers. Nikki worked in an experimental school designed specifically with her in mind, the students having to wear special 'learning helmets' to allow her to jack into their neural processes and upload information. However, this specific subproject was abandoned after a few years of testing due to concerns regarding the NIKA's potential ability to interfere with the student's regular brain functions, as there was a very real risk of the androids inadvertently causing severe brain damage, strokes, or hemorrhaging while connected. Nikki, along with the other NIKAs who had been assigned to this project, were under universal sentient rights due to their biological components, and thus couldn't be terminated for both ethical and legal reasons. As such, they were instead allowed to go out and either take other NIKA specialist jobs or find their own path in life, the latter option Nikki took with great enthusiasm. Since then, she has had great joy in job hopping and general experimentation of differing experiences (legal experiences, keep your pants on), yet still occasionally substitutes in more traditional teaching programs for when she finds herself missing the blackboard.
• Quotes:
  • “Did you know? The supergiant Kepler-B37A is classified as a future ultranova, set to wipe out all the inhabitants of its surrounding three galaxies in less than six- wait what do you mean we're one of those galaxies?”
  • “Hey there! So, I'm Nikki, and I'm gonna be your sub for today- what's that? Speak up, I can't hear you... Billy, is it? No, I don't feel an urge to suck out your collective brain juices, and I also don't feel an urge to recite the entirety of Moby Dick, so you can sit down and stay quiet. Any other questions, anyone?”
  • “...Why are you giggling? I don't- oh. 'Jack it'. Very funny. Bet you're real proud of that.”
• Tropes: Artificial Human, Brain/Computer Interface
• Other: None

edited 13th Jun '18 5:39:30 AM by Enirboreh

~Tropers/@Enriboreh

Approved

• Name: Kristoph Reizemann
• Nicknames: Seeker (prefers to be called this), Skier (call him this at your own risk), Kris
• Race: Human
• Gender: Male
• Eye color: Yellow
• Hair color: Whitish blonde
• Occupation: R&D of a bionics corporation
• Equipment:
  • Universal Medkit/Toolbox: Antibiotics, cellular regeneration, antitoxins, stimulating agents, thermal paste, you name it. Hard to use in combat, however.
  • Guardian Swarm: A beacon that orders protective/regenerative nanomachines to surround its recipient. They patch up small wounds, help clot larger wounds and harden in response to physical trauma.
  • Healing Wave: This device projects, well, healing waves in a cone in front of itself. Avoids healing enemies by having a sample of personnel's DNA stored within it to check. Works well for most cases, but major damage needs something more intense.
• Weapons:
  • Spark Projector: A failed prototype of quickly delivering medicine over long distances, due to the projectile travelling too quickly and damaging the target - bringing it back into gun territory.
  • The Doktor's Fingers: Field research is a thing. Everyone is a fine specimen. Not everyone signs the waiver.
• Other items:
  • Lazarus Incubator: A pod designed to house and heal the mortally wounded. After a long time in the sterile regenerative fluids of the Incubator, the patient effectively returns from death. However, still an experimental design, it has a few major drawbacks. Use only when absolutely necessary.
    • It needs several undamaged tissue, or a sizeable sum of stem cells, from the patient to properly reconstruct them. Result of not supplying tissue or supplying from a different person unknown.
    • Cheating death is a delicate affair, and even the slightest of shocks may kill off any chance of survival, be it a microtweezer pinching one nm away from its target or the fluid concentration not being where calculated.
    • Holes in its programming or hardware may cause an imperfect reconstruction, or it may fail completely.
• Skills:
  • Knowledge of human anatomy: As needed for his work. He knows the best place to hit to heal, or harm.
  • Triage: Somewhat related to the above, he is well-versed in various symptoms and how to address them on-site.
  • Solution adaptability: Being on the frontier of medicine needs a myriad of thought angles. It merely spread into most of what he does.
• Racial Abilities: nil
• Additional abilities: nil
• Personality: Ambitious, arrogant, and user of somewhat flowery language. His craft takes precedence over his ego, though, and will not pass a chance to test his inventions, regardless of their nature. Enjoys schnapps over beer.
• Appearance: Sharp chin, sharper-looking eyes, trimmed brows, pronounced cheekbones. Face and build in general is narrow-like. Hair is the long, swept-back, somewhat messy kind. Wears a high-end Kawansteel protective bodysuit to the field.
• History:
  • The idea that only the strongest, smartest around would excel was drilled into young Kristoph's mind, which drove him into tireless studying and practice in school that would indeed see him constantly at the top of the class. With great results comes great ego in his case, and his constant bragging alienated him from all but the very people who instilled his nature into him.
  • The human need for proper relationships soon started to reveal itself; however, Kristoph was expecting a problem he had no experience in, and went into the only field where a results-focused person like him could actually receive proper gratitude: medicine. His academic performance was already enough to land him a spot in the bionics conglomerate Armanaut. As before, his tireless work ethic and raw capability made him indispensible, and while he indeed did work with his peers to advance their field of study, he still assumed his egotistical boasts was amount to normal interaction.
  • It took a crisis to really bring him off his pedestal; one of his mentors, himself in the field of weaponry, framed him for a smuggling of illegal substances, forgery of certifications and refusing to pay at restaurants. Stripped of his discoveries, awards and his assets repossessed, he wandered around the system in whatever he could keep. One night at a dive bar, his frustration was very much near its breaking point and it showed. The bartender offered a listening ear and a kind word. Kristoph, an intellectual at the forefront of medicine, found himself coming clean about everything to a random stranger not even earning 10% of his former salary. It is at this point he realised that raw skill does not entirely make the man.
  • The bartender was willing to use his contacts in the underworld to prove Kristoph's innocence. An entire network of lowlifes and middlemen all relying on this man's word for no apparent result. Kristoph's side won out in the end, tracing all the forging back to his disgraced mentor. With his status restored, his underlings were rewarded nicely and he seemed to have found his arrogance again...though how much he actually means it is hard to tell. Eventually, his ambition led him to leave Armanaut for a less restrictive environment.
• Quotes:
  • "Your lack of capability is intriguing...a burden to your peers, at any measure."
  • "The human condition displays such fortitude at times..."
  • "More than the sum of its parts, the ideal of a cohesive team."
• Tropes: Herr Doktor, Insufferable Genius, Combat Medic

Got room for one more?

Name (this one is self explanatory): Timothy Davidson

Nicknames : Tim, Bug-Killer

Race: Human

Gender: M

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Black

Occupation: Freelance Exterminator

Equipment:

• Jetpack: Can be used for flying into the air, vaulting over obstacles, dodging, and more

• Environment Suit: Basically a space suit with additional protection against biochemical and radioactive hazards

• Directional Microphone: Used to listen for moving critters, people, or machinery

• Remote Cameras: Mountable cameras that can be used for surveillance, watching swarms

• Thermal Goggles: Used to detect heat – mainly animal body temperature

• Pocket Computer: Can be used as a communicator, data lookup, or to observe the cameras or microphone input

Weapons:

• Sawn-Off Shotgun: Used mainly for hunting large game and close combat

• Laser Pistol: Smaller, can be drawn quickly for self-defense

• Bear Trap: Useful for catching larger game. Complete with rusty teeth

• Micro-charges: A holdover from a very challenging extermination job. Fits in the palm, explosive radius of 3 feet. Can be detonated remotely or on timer.

Other items (non equipment, non weapons):

• Family Photo

• One copy of Lolita by Nabokov

• Portable Music Player

Skills (you must be able to learn these. They are not natural.):

• Tracking: Timothy is adept at tracking animals and objects over long distances with scant clues or evidence.

• Target Shooting: Timothy is a crack shot with a pistol or rifle, which he has used extensively for hunting

• Charm: When necessary, Timothy can be very superficially charming and endearing to others, bringing down their guard – useful when trying to find exterminator jobs

• DIY: Timothy manufactures all his own poisons, ammunition, and explosives, and modified his jetpack for increased fuel efficiency – he’s pretty good at manufacturing things large or small.

Racial Abilities: None

Additional abilities (non-racial, non-skills. These can be magic, scientifically granted powers, or any other things): None

Personality (how does your character act? What’s going on in their head?):

• Timothy Davidson is one of the jolliest people you’ll ever meet. Very few things ever bring him down. Part of this is his love for his work – he wants to be the greatest exterminator ever, and is loving every second of his journey to the top.

• Despite what his childlike enthusiasm may lead you to believe, Timothy is far from naïve. He is well-read and clever, both in his field and outside.

• While he doesn’t like to talk about it, Timothy is a little insecure about what people feel about him and his job, owing to bullying as a kid. He also feels a little insecure about his lack of higher education, even though he is fully licensed in his extermination work. He also has a moderate anxiety about money, due to his family often struggling for cash.

Appearance (what do they look like? How strange are they?): • Timothy constantly wears a white work helmet, white overalls, yellow gloves, and black boots. Even when he’s sleeping. He wants to be prepared.

History (what is your character's tragic backst- I mean history):

• Timothy was born to a loving, caring family. They struggled for money, but ever since he was young, Timothy wanted to follow his father into the extermination business. When he turned 18, he started his own small business and took off for the stars, to expand outwards and take care of his family.

Quotes (notable things that your character has said that exemplify their personality) (optional):

• “Favorite movie? Arachnophobia, and about half of Naked Lunch.”

• “Admittedly, I’ve never seen that one before – but I think I know some of its close relatives.”

• “Rule number one: Don’t inhale bug dust. Rule two: DO NOT inhale the bug dust. Rule three: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT INHALE THE FUCKING BUG DUST.”

• “You called me for flesh-eating. That one’s flesh-melting. That’s extra.”

Tropes (tropes that apply to your character.) (optional): Eccentric Exterminator, Bunny Ears Lawyer – at least to his employers, Challenge Seeker

This is my first time trying to do an RP online. I read through the rules and everything, but if there is anything else I should know about games – particularly when to post, but also roleplay advice – please let me know.

edited 21st Jun '18 7:56:40 AM by Troper_Walrus

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