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My character, 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I hope this is original enough, this sounds fun. |
| Out of a combination of wanting to improve my writing of character profiles, and a fear of GM propelled random-falling-anvils I've re-written my guy to this:
Name: Roman Longard
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Species: Modified human
Skills: Infiltration and marksmanship
Equipment: Ornate six-shot dualing pistol with silencer, sniper rifle (silenced, blates), various serveilance items and light armour
Appearance: Roman has thinning grey hair and a scraggly goatee. He is about 5ft 10" tall and has a slim build. He has dark brown eyes and is always well dressed and tidy, favouring suits and other "smart" clothes.
History: Roman grew up in a high ranking family on Tau Ceti, and even by its own prosperous standards, his family was rich. Roman grew accustomed to the formality and splendour provided by a rich parentage and became, for want of a better term, a spoiled brat. A more peculiar side effect of his clean and sheltered up-bringing was that he developed slight OCD and a pedantic nature. Naturally, Roman saw himself as above the lower, working classes, but didn't look down on them so much as regarding them as a child regards toys in a shop window.
He'd learned quickly that he was an excellent speaker, and was able to charm and woo lower class women (and even men during his more adventurous years). This carefree, easy life ended with the outbreak of war, and he marched off with most of his generation to defend Tau Ceti. The squalor of the fighting conditions on the front line disgusted him, but he felt a peculiar sense of comradeship to his fellow soldiers, and came to treat them as his equals. After a particularly accurate mortar bombardment blinded Roman, his father paid to have augmented eyes implanted in his head, and pulled a few strings to tranfer him from the front-line to a sniper squad. Outraged by his sudden removal from his comrades, Roman made it a point of pride to train himself to become the best sniper in the army. After assassinating his thirteenth enemy officer from a distance of over a mile away, Roman was moved once again, only this time to a special ops unit...
Roman has incredible people skills, greatly assissted by the cybernetically enhanced eyes. These not only help him when aiming down a scope, but also in noticing every tiny detail in a person's face: The twitch of an eyebrow, the dilating of the pupil. It all helps him to read people better, and therefor manipulate them.
Any improvement? |
| I guess that this guy could use a little expansion.
Name: Alan Striker
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Modified Human
Skills: Espionage, assassination, sabotage.
Equipment: Wrist blades, customized action grip two pistols, a sub machine gun. Combat vest Multiple cybernetic implants, enabling night vision, enchanted strength, thermal vision, greater accuracy, and the ability to temporarily cloak for a few minutes.
Appearance: Stands rather tall at six feet. Has dirty black hair that he does not bother to clean and a carefully shaven face. Noticeable cybernetic implants around his eyes. Mechanical arms. There are tally marks scratched into his arms, one for each Terran officer that he killed.
History: Alan was a farmer before the First Tau Ceti war, when conflict broke out he assumed that the colony would fall within a month, and in reality couldn't care less. One day he returned home to find that his barn had been bombed by the Terrans, they has suspected that it was a weapons cache. This was a larger part of an enormous fire bombing campaign ordered by General Johnson in an attempt to shock the colony into a surrender...one of many. Furious at the death of his wife and son, Alan volunteered for an experimental project codenamed Stalker. He was given countless cybernetics and forced through brutal training. After he graduated, he was commonly deployed behind enemy lines to assassinate enemy leaders and destroy depots of all kinds, usually before a major offensive. He was remarked has being extremely brutal and effective compared to his fellow operatives, even smiling while killing his targets despite rarely doing so at all over times. His cybernetics allowed him to fire his weapons accurately with only one hand, so he prefers to wield an SMG and a pistol at the same time. When the war ended, Stalker operatives where taken off of active duty but kept on military rosters in case of further conflict. Unsure of what to do with himself, Alan wandered the colony without a purpose, working odd jobs. Depressed over the death of his family and feeling empty despite having fought off the Terrans, he turned to drinking to drown his sorrows. This led to an incident where five thugs attempted to mug him while he was under the influence. With little provocation, he brutally and mercilessly killed all of them, despite them begging for mercy. When he learned that the Terrans would be returning again, he volunteered again for the strike team and due to his impressive record, was immediately accepted. He is eager to again see combat, having come to believe that he no longer has any other purpose in life, and while he partially wishes to defend his home, he is still hungry for revenge and blood. Many command officers have filed worrying reports about Alan, stating that no other Stalker operative had such a behavior record and that almost all of them had peacefully and painlessly reintegrated into society. From this they drew the conclusion that Alan had deep mental issues, but he was still put on the strike team due to his invaluable abilities. Despite his bloodlust, off of the battlefield he is quiet and stoic, pushing away all Human contact and is emotionally jaded. While he pushes away people of both genders, he goes out of his way to avoid confrontation with women. Some believe that this is because of the guilt that he still suffers from letting his wife die and he does not believe that he deserves to love again.
That better? |
| When are we starting? It would be great if we could have responses from our GM other than regarding character sheets. |
| Everyone's ready to go.
I guess I'll flesh out my guy some more...
It wears a lot of human-made technology, created by the humans for it's race.The most important is a humidity-rebreather. Although they can venture on land, they breathe through gills rather than lungs. These must be kept damp in order to prevent the creature from suffocating.
Also wears a kind of "artificial eyes", mounted like goggles on it's face. Still, he is nearly blind at long and mid-range sight but motion detection would far outclass a human's (hairs on the exoskeleton, sensitive to vibrations in the air). Their sense of hearing would be shit but their sense of smell and taste would be leagues ahead of our own.
Strength is fuckhuge compared to a man (like Earth crabs). Brain isn't believed to be developed as much as a human's, due to lack of natural predators and the difficulty of tool use (you can't make fire underwater, for example). It is possible that the difficulty in communicating just makes them seem unresponsive.
Lack of resources on the ocean bottom makes them opportunistic scavengers, so they would eat you if you tried to fight one.
They don't really have families, either. Female carries an egg mass like a sponge. Male has a genital palps that are somewhere between paddles and hands, with a strong grip to better facilitate reprodution (by not letting go of the female). |
| When I think we have enough quality characters for this RP to not crash and burn like the Hindenburg. |
| PrinceOfShapeir:
When I think we have enough quality characters for this RP to not crash and burn like the Hindenburg.
That's ridiculous. Just relax and have fun with it. |
| Asclepion:
PrinceOfShapeir:
When I think we have enough quality characters for this RP to not crash and burn like the Hindenburg.
That's ridiculous. Just relax and have fun with it.
Seconded. I think mostly everyone here has made an extensive effort to branch out their characters to try and fit in with your criteria. |
| Both of you make an RP that you spent a good amount of time and effort designing and then have it smash to pieces. You'll begin to understand my bitterness. |
| I'm not going to argue with that as I have created RPs in other forums as well before but you could at least give suggestions as to where certain people need to improve, a bit like you did for me in the stranger things RP :) |
| Agreed, it's a little vague to say "do better". |
| ...So are we doing this or not? |
| erttheking:
...So are we doing this or not?
It's never going to happen. |
| PrinceOfShapeir is having computer problems and will be back in the new year. |
My character, Terry
I hope this is original enough, this sounds fun.