Fandom Borderlands 3 minus 0,9 - Cupcakes In Space

[Sunbather]

IMPORTANT: This roleplay is invite only from now on. Please drop me a message or an OOC post before applying.


Feel free to use whatever character sheet design you wish to use, just make sure to include all required information.


The rulez for making a character:


1. No OP mary/gary sues/stues


2. Classes are to be varried, no 0 Gunzerkers and 29 Mechromancers.


3. I have the last word. I'm super dooper nice if you're nice, but yeah. GM is GM.


4. Please don't apply unless you wanna stick with it till the end.


5. For classes, you can use pre-existing abilities, tweak them into something new, or make up something. Whatever you prefer. Though, explain what you are if you create new things.


6. If you wanna make a siren, contact me first, pwease.

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CHARACTER NAME
Character Application​

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  Name: Your full name.
  Aliases: Your character's nickname, if any.
  Class: Gunzerker, Mechromancer, Gunmancer, Commencer... I'm having a stroke.
  Sex: Your character's biological sex.
  Gender: Your character's gender identity.
  Age: How old is your character?
  Appearance: Add anything that isn't on your reference picture. Marks, scars, piercings, clothing, tattoos. Go wild.
  
  
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  Motivation: Why are you venturing out into the world? Vault? Family? You can be detailed or brief, your call.
  Relationships: Got any friends, family or lovers? A pet maybe?
  Strengths: At least 3, not more than 6. Can be brief.
  Weaknesses: Same as above, just with the not so good stuff.
  Likes: List at least 4. Feel free to elaborate. (You don't have to.
  Dislikes: Deja vu. List at least 4.
  
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Personality

Descrbe your character's personality in 2 paragraphs or more.

History

Same thing, explain your character's life in 1 paragraphs or more.

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[simj26]

{twerk in porgerss}

SYLVIA


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  Name: sylvia
  
  
  Aliases: spider
  
  
  Class: hunter
  
  
  Sex: female
  
  
  Gender: a trigendered pyrofoxkin, what else? fuckin' female of course, you gonna think you're a fucking male trapped in a girl's body and think you're a fuckin special little snowflake aren't ya? gonna get all the special treatme--
  
  
  Age: younger than you'd hope, older than you'd think. she's 25. or so she says.
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  the last thing many people would have seen, if sylvia stood right in front of them before planting a .50 cal bullet in their skulls, is of a pale-skinned creature, her facial features obscured by a metal mask designed to resemble a set of sharp teeth, her snow-white hair spilling over her shoulders, contrasting her dark-olive cloak draped around her, as her red eyes glared straight at their target. sadly, sylvia never took to standing right in front of her prey, so they never see it coming. 'it' meaning the bullet. sylvia's choice of fashion is military-like. under her cloak, she wears a black bulletproof vest atop a black tank top. with those, she also dons a pair of black military trousers and boots, all of which are plated with bulletproof armor as well. along her hip, she adorns a belt strung up with various pouches for ammunition. as part of her appearance, since this is very important to her action skill as well, she also has a .50 caliber rifle, made and designed by herself, created from cannibalized parts from various broken weapons.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Motivation: for the cash and money and the riches, baby. ain't nothing like rolling in the dough.
  
  
  Relationships: who gives a shit? they're probably all dead in a ditch or going for vacations in aquator for all she cared. the last she remembered about them was that she had a mom and dad, or maybe two of either of those, and a sister. or so she thought she had a sister. either way, s/he was a whiny bitch.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  -her bluster isn't for show. she is a very competent sniper. she specializes in targeting vitals and making every shot count.
  
  
  -need a gun fixed? scared to find marcus? look for the next best thing, sylvia. she'll fix your gun, usually for free, or an errand. either way, you won't get shot in the foot by marcus, and she'll have something to tinker with. it's a win-win.
  
  
  -actually very, very eloquent. she has a way with words when she needs to be, and can double as a politician in her free time.
  
  
  -has a strange ability to disconnect emotionally. if you need something done, and it includes damaging the conscience, look for sylvia as well. as long as it isn't shooting unarmed civilians or kids, she's game. none of that 'oh, they had a family and i should be sad' bullshit.
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  -if there's a question you should ask sylvia, it would be 'why can't you stop spitting profanities at any given notice?'. or maybe don't, because the answer will always be 'because fuck you, that's why, you fucking shit-for-brains, what do you think you're fucking doing, talking shit about my choice of words, huh? what, ya think 'ooooh, kind sir, would you kindly not meander into the flight path of my bullets? that would immensely increase your chances of being resurrected at your nearest new-u, and immensely decrease the chances of my target actually dying.' is going to fucking cut it? is that it?!'
  
  
  -gets drunk easy. maybe it's just her choice of strong drinks that make her easily influenced.
  
  
  -is a very, very mean drunk. as in, punch people and pick fights that she can't win drunk.
  
  
  -a little bit of a jerk. animals don't like her, and some people don't like her either. she doesn't really care though. after all, she usually is paid to shoot people.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  -maliwan weapons. nothing like shooting fire, acid or electricity at people.
  
  
  -whiskey. nothing like getting piss drunk and hitting people with an empty whiskey bottle.
  
  
  -slot machines. nothing like cranking that handle and watching your money all burn away just for the chance of getting a rare gun.
  
  
  -sleep. nothing like a good rest.
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  -she disdains being called a spider. is that how people stereotype spiders? is having eight limbs tantamount to being called a spider now? spiders have eight legs, not six arms and two legs. then what is she supposed to be called? a freak of nature? damn straight, you fucking twats. call it like it is.
  
  
  -beer is like water with piss in it. fermented piss. bitter, tasteless, and looks like piss. no one likes drinking piss. ergo, sylvia doesn't like drinking piss, and beer is equivalent to piss for her. fuck beer.
  
  
  -psychos. fuck their fucking goddamn formless screams and useless quotes. that's not funny at all. it's noisy and distracting. fuck. she makes a point to shoot their fucking heads off every time she encounters a group of them just to shut them up faster.
  
  
  -bandit weapons. fuck. useless pieces of hunks of junk. more ammo for the cost of what, the one shot one kill variants of every other fucking weapon distributor? even maliwan has their goddamn elemental shit going for them, which is fucking awesome. fuck bandit.
  
  
  
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  "if one .50 cal doesn't cut it, usually about 5 more being shot in rapid succession will. ghandi said that."
  
  
  ACTIVE:
  
  
  upon activation, sylvia plants herself down at a spot, and take aim. oh and she reveals what she's been hiding under her cloak all this time: four other arms. during this time, she has severely reduced recoil, to the point where it is negligible, extremely heightened accuracy, increased firing speeds for all sniper rifles, as well as increased reloading speed for her personal sniper rifle. this ability has a rather low cooldown as well (if we're going by gameplay), going at about 10 seconds between each set up. the only issue, however, is that if she moves, the effect ends, and she has to set up again.
  
  
  PASSIVE:
  
  
  sylvia always has a filled weapon slot, that being her personal sniper rifle. its power follows in tandem with sylvia's level, and is a considerable weapon in and of itself even at level 1. despite being classified as a sniper rifle, it has no scope, and despite using sniper rifle ammunition, the unique rifle chambers .50 caliber bullets. don't think too hard on it. it also only chambers one round, which means it has to be reloaded after every fired shot, making it quite slow and cumbersome, but very, very hard hitting.
  
  

  

  
  
  
  MISC:
  
  
  her skilltree revolves around making use of her extra arms to aid her in combat, which include, but are not limited to:
  
  
  -allowing her to melee, or throw grenades while still keeping her weapon up, and firing, if she wants to.
  
  
  -faster reloads for ALL weapons, outside of her action skill
  
  
  -allow her to equip three pistols at once during her action skill. this is only achieved by equipping only pistols in her other weapon slots and activating her action skill. she loses the accuracy and reduced recoil bonuses for this though.
  
  
  
  
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  -for some reason or another, her speech is always in lower text, unless she's shouting, which is rare in and of itself. it isn't exactly apparent, though, since not many people can read subtitles.
  
  

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Personality

sylvia can be summed up in a few words: vengeful, cynical, distrusting, and easily bored. it's the last of these that led her to just walk out of her house with nothing more than her father's jakobs pistol and the clothes on her back. she's the kind that can't just sit around and let life just slowly progress for her, and believes in the whole "if you want to change something, start the change yourself" mentality, and WILL do things herself if she has to do so. while she appreciates company, she is so used to being alone that she no longer feels lonely when she walks the road herself.


that, and her over-encompassing distrust for anyone that isn't her. even close friends and allies are not safe from her scrutinizing glares and once-overs. after taking a shotgun blast to the back, she has always kept three guns in her hands behind her back, just in case she needs to drop some fucker. she, herself, is not one to stab someone in the back, since that shit's just going to come around and bite someone in the ass. she'd rather that it wasn't her ass. she gets easily angered and sentimental over stories of betrayal, and is more than happy to help someone go about with their revenge plots.


sylvia, when she isn't muttering vulgarities, is able to converse in polite and proper speech, but only when she sees fit to do so. in a broken world like pandora's, she would rather spout her usual vulgar drivel. either way, however, she never passes up the opportunity to shoot sarcastic and witty remarks at the current situation. she seems to be much more scathing when she speaks in proper manners. perhaps it's just her tone...

History

sylvia was born in the somewhat comfortable planet of eden-5. although the cops were a little corrupt, everything else was somewhat peachy. of course, sylvia, being sylvia, thought it was a fucking boring place. so she fucked right out of boredtown at 15, and started travelling across worlds in search for money. however, she soon learned that being underprepared for her get-rich-fast scheme was almost akin to painting a huge target board on her back. which is exactly how she lost a chunk of her back after being betrayed by one of her fellow bounty hunters. it was a miracle, really, how she survived being blasted by a shotgun. it wasn't a miracle, however, that sylvia became more cynical and much more distrusting than ever before (even if it didn't seem possible). with a fresh batch of cynicism and hatred in tow, she also gained four new arms, after the crack pot of a doctor thought limbs could replace missing parts of her back. while initially disgruntled, she soon figured that this blessing was, well, a blessing. she could shoot, like, 6 times the original amount of guns she normally could. after actually gearing up and setting up her own rifle, she hunted the motherfucker who crossed her, and put a .50 caliber bullet straight through his head. she also made sure to feed his body to the local wildlife, so he can literally be a piece of shit. fucker.


sylvia's ears perked up when she heard of a vault. sure, there was literally no information what the vault contained, but fuck, man, who's going to pass up on something like that? it was called a VAULT, and as far as she knew, vaults contained shit like, oh, i don't know, eridium, weapons, and most importantly, motherfucking loads of cash. she'd be bloody fucking rich when she found that vault! rich, she tells you! RICH!

 

[Sunbather]

Wye


Character Application
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(Just imagine that there are tattoos scattered over her body...)​

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• Name: Wye
  
  
  Aliases: The Teen Siren
  
  
  Class: Siren
  
  
  Sex: Female
  
  
  Gender: Unicorn
  
  
  Age: 16
  
  
  Appearance: Wye stands at around 5'3" in height and has an average, if not somewhat lean build. Her pitch-black mane contains asymmetrically applied, dyed ends to create a few gaudy spots such as teal and pink all across her hair. Even more chaotic than her highlights is her make up, which appears to be applied carelessly and comes in a variety of colors. The young Siren usually sports a jumbo-sized, striped sweater with a multitude of colors, its sleeves covering her arms and hands at almost all times. The oversized neckhole reveals a bit of skin, a dark brastrap as well as a portion of the siren marks that stretch all across her side. She wears a pomp-and-power-colored skinny jeans and mismatched sneakers. The entirety of her outfit looks a little ragged and shows dirt stains, as well as little rips.
  
  
  
• Motivation: "I mean... Since, like, 99% of everyone wants to kill me, I may as well look for that vault thingy, no?"
  
  
  Relationships: Family's whereabout are unknown, presumably dead.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  ● For some reason (maybe because of her... pet) wild creatures, no matter how vicious, tend to behave friendly towards her.
  
  
  ● Can actually sing with the voice of an angel and flawlessly plays the trumpet. It's kinda nerdy though.
  
  
  ● Is an optimist at heart and her faith usually prevails above all.
  
  
  ● Can become insanely emotional on a whime and will start to cry. "Emotional depth is good... right?!"
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  ● Is short and physically weak, and...
  
  
  ● ... also extremely easily provoked about those facts.
  
  
  ● Often blind to dangers that are right in front of her.
  
  
  ● Also often blind in a more literal sense - Her eye sight is subpar.
  
  
  ● Occassionally, her love for sugar and sweets is so out of control that she'll let herself be bribed by it. ● Is terrible at all sorts of games, including gambling.
  
  
  ● As mentioned, Wye tends to become unreasonably emotional, which can definitely be a bad thing.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  ● Sweets (Seriously... sugar addict ahoy)
  
  
  ● Romance "Because two people loving each other above all obstacles is freakin' delightful, okay?"
  
  
  ● Gambling "Vinny needs a new pair of... something. He has no feet. You know what I'm about..."
  
  
  ● All kinds of wildlife
  
  
  ● Punk rock
  
  
  ● Post-modernism and otherwise abstract art (What kind of teenager are you, god damnit...) "Haha, totally not, how nerdy is that?"
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  ● Wearing glasses
  
  
  ● Being prohibited from eating her sweets
  
  
  ● Being mushy
  
  
  ● Mad Moxxi "That... that... THAT HARLOT IS GOING THROUGH MARRIAGE AFTER MARRIAGE! Thatsnowaytotreatlovegoddamnit..."
  
  
  
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  Phaselair // Meet The Doggie!
  
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  This is Vincent. Vincent is an angler fish-dragon-snake-sabretooth tiger-esque hybrid and stands at about 14 feet in height when "standing" upright. His hobbies are murder, long walks on the beach, ripping living beings apart - though dead ones are fine too - and torturing the undead [Last part not confirmed. But... look at that thing.] When Wye activates her Phaselair ability she opens an interdimensional gate, similarly to how Lilith walks inbetween dimensions during Phasewalk. Wye, however, summons this cute, little bugger. Vincent's arrival and sheer grimace have scared approximately 12 people to death. Not just as a figure of speech... I mean... their hearts literally stopped beating, resulting in their biological death. It's cool though, Vincent got some scratchy-scratches and all was good. 'cept for those bandits... Pretty sure they are still dead. Also, Wye thinks he's "totes adorbs" and he (is that even a he? How do we know? It's a f'ing monster from another dime... nevermind, really, just go on) appears to be quite fond of his 'master'.
  
  
  
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  - Random Fact #1: Wye is a self-declared opponent of Mad Moxxi for continuing to go through man after man - And woman after woman. The point is, and I quote: "She a hoe."
  
  
  - Random Fact #345: Wye is weirdly uncomfortable with weapons, but if she has to pick one up she prefers Torgue guns.
  
  
  - Random Fact #298398: Wye has a pet skag. It appears to have dwarfism. It's also called Bill.
  
  
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Personality

Wye is a prankster, goofball and a bit of a sadist. While she isn't crue, she has a bit of an extreme sense of "Schadenfreude", finding great delight in letting others run into disaster. Usually (actually, pretty much every time, but... Okay, listen! I didn't tell you this or I might have to change this policy, and I'm not too keen on that.) she'll intervene before anything too bad happens. However, if you're making a funny face as you encounter seemingly inevitable death, then hey - She just HAS to see that.


One thing nobody would even dream of denying is that Wye is an exceptionally curious person. Fittingly, a hobby of hers is to disassemble things in order to learn how they function, and also how to get them back up running. This inherent inquisitiveness is an attribute which spreads throughout all aspects of her life. Whether it's finding out how it feels to sleep in a hollowed out tree or what the closest predatory wildlife would taste like flambéed - If an idea sparked in her head she'll follow through. And mind you, Wye never regrets these experiences. If she has set her mind on something, her childish ego will push her forward, no matter how miserable and unpleasant the experience is. Admitting defeat is no option. Unless something is boring her from the getgo


That being said, Wye is undoubtedly more of a stubborn, principal-driven person, rather than noteworthily sturdy or determined. In fact, she's quite the whiner. How dare you for not talking her out of trying to brush a tiger's teeth! How dare you for not talking her out of tickling an irascible, professional psychopath! Those were awful ideas and it's totally your fault for not talking her out of it. Additionally you'll get to hear her cry about it for weeks. And that's if you're particularly lucky.


Speaking of childishness - You could sum up a large part of her personality by saying that she's playful. (*cough* She has a massive gambling problem. *cough* Don't let her get near any one-armed bandits. *cough*) She loves arcades and pranks, and to fully round out the kiddo vibe she can give off she tends to be a little clumsy sometimes. Oddly enough, Wye's absolutely grace- as well as skillfull when she's crafting a piece of pretentious bullshit. I mean art. However, in everyday life, she leans towards having two left feet, regularly stumbling or falling for no reason.


Wye suffers from an extreme case of inability to deeply connect with people, almost to the point where one has to assume it is a compulsive thing. Not that she's an unaffectionate person, but people getting too touchy or chummy with her trigger a stressed out state of mind, prompting her to wiggle out as quickly as she possibly can. Oddly enough, she's hopelessy romantic and believes in the perfect love for everyone. A contradiction that upsets her somewhat frequently.


Disclaimer: You are, however, 100% certain to never even be a distant acquaintance if you eat chocolate in front of her without offering her a piece. She's just about the biggest sweet tooth you will ever meet.


It probably doen't come as a surprise, but Wye's favorite holiday is Halloween. Not only do people give out candy, no - You can also scare your friends shitless. What's not to love?

History

Wye can't quite remember what planet she was born on, let alone which city. Her earliest memory are that of the ceiling, beloning to a small orphanage. Somewhere on Promethea and housed in a rather run down place that clearly had long seen its best days, the house was owned (or... at least occupied) by an old couple. Nevertheless, the husband a wife took care of a small number of children with the little they had and protected them to the best of their ability. Life on Promethea is notoriously is rough, so are most orphan's life. One can imagine what the combination of those two elements result in. Yep, you guessed it. A rough life. Still, Wye had never known anything else and, for some reason, received a slightly better treatment than most of her fellow unwanted descendants, for reasons she never quite came to see. Well... until THAT night at least.


Sometime after Wye's 10th birthday, a group of bandits had ceased old Atlas' facilities in order to strengthen and further their group. However, that's not the only reason they were on Promethea. Rumors of a siren being present on the poverty/crime stricken planet had made rounds and attracted the attention of a few outlaws. The elderly couple had treated Wye particularly well in order to get on her good side, but their dubious motivations went down the drain when organized crime intervened before the young siren could be properly trained. As such, she was just as helpless when the raiders attacked the orphanage, rampaging over the property and eventually taking the girl with them. Their path would lead to Pandora, where a mysterious "black market rarety collector" under the promise of great fortune. As is custom for Pandora, however, the guilible bandits were instead shot on the spot as soon as Wye was out of harm's way. Needless to say, payment was indeed not given.


Now home to this strangely sterile seeming facility, Wye was trained as to how to use her siren power. And indeed, after about a year the girl was able to reliably open a gate to another dimension, utilizing her Phaselair ability. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on which side you're on) the gate invited a grotesque creature into our realm. While half the crew guarding, guiding and training the girl went insane from its sheer appearance, the other was torn apart by the vicious beast. Only their leader/boss/dad/whatever came out of it unscathed, ejecting through an emergency evacuation capsule. Since then, Wye and her trusty companion made their way through Pandora without a clear goal in mind. This vault business sounds pretty cool though...

 

[Airagog]

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POUNDFIST

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  Name: I AM POUNDFIST. They call me poundfist BECAUSE I POUND YOUR SKULL WITH MY FIST.
  
  
  Aliases: I am the son of a bitch from SPACE
  
  
  Class: I AM THE PSYCHO. NO ONE ELSE MAY BE THE PSYCHO. I WILL RIP OUT YOUR INTESTINES IF YOU CHALLENGE ME AS PSYCHO.
  
  
  Sex: I am male! we are men! we are men until we are puppets!
  
  
  Age: I am 9 MEAT years! the only years that matter! (We're 37)
  
  
  Appearance: I have an entire sleeve of tattoos! my favorite is the one on my ass! It says fuck you!
  
  
  
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  Motivation: I AM BORED. I AM SO BORED THAT I NEED SOMETHING TO ENTERTAIN ME. How I got here, I don't know, what I do know is that so long as my fingers aren't in somebody's eyesockets that I am wasting all of my time. All of the MEAT time
  
  
  Relationships: I HAVE A PET MEAT PUPPET. His name is STEVE. Fuck off Steve! Steve isn't alive.
  
  
  Strengths: I am good at hurting people! I enjoy it immensely! I am also good at throwing, shooting, and being lit on fire! the hotter it burns, THE HOTTER MY FIST IS. I enjoy the pain so much that I need more of it! I need more salt and knives and bullets inside of me!
  
  
  Weaknesses: I am not good at reading! Why read when I could hit something hard enough to where reading doesn't matter anymore?! I also don't like plans! Unless that plan involves me throwing someone's corpse into a river! A river of MEAT. I also am not very good at computers because they keep breaking when I punch them. WHY DO WE NOT HAVE BETTER COMPUTERS, STEVE?!
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  MEAT
  
  
  BURNING
  
  
  PAIN
  
  
  DISECTION
  
  
  BICYCLES
  
  
  NIPPLE SALADS
  
  
  LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  STEVE. FUCK YOU STEVE.
  
  
  Show and tell
  
  
  Public speaking
  
  
  Being late for tea. WHY AM I LATE FOR TEA?! Who made me late? WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!
  
  
  
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  Whenever my blood gets boiling, everything starts boiling. My skin becomes hot, it begins melting off and growing back, I need to punch things when I do that. I need to punch things hard and set myself on fire, or cover myself in acid, or shock myself so I can hurt other people more. I don't feel the pain as much, which means I crave it even more, and the more I crave the more my body heals. Anything I punch WILL NOT SURVIVE. I WILL PUNCH IT UNTIL IT DIES..
  
  
  
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  There are two other voices inside of my head MAKE THEM STOP.
  
  
  

Personality

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History

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[DiamondJack]

H8CR1M3

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  Name: Tyrant Class Warbot Number 7546
  
  
  Aliases: Tyrant, 7546, Red King, H8CR1M3
  
  
  Class: Kriegshetzer, A Wormonger, suited for extended combat and long engagements.
  
  
  Sex: This Unit is a non-biological machine, therefore it does not have reproductive organs
  
  
  Gender: This unit refers to itself as a male, despite that not being in its programming.
  
  
  Age: This unit was assembled 4 years ago and it already has a name for itself.
  
  
  Appearance: After being deployed this unit was repainted red and has the characters 'H8CR1M3' carved into its right shoulder. This unit is 7 feet tall, for intimidation purposes.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Motivation: While originally programmed to kill bandits and other hostile creatures on the surface of planets in order to make ground operations safer for ground operators, 7546 now searches for treasure and glory.
  
  
  Relationships: It appears that this unit has yet to meet anyone that is willing to call it a friend.
  
  
  Strengths: This unit comes with some amazing Features:
  
  
  Insane Strength
  
  
  High Accuracy Targeting
  
  
  Heavy Armor
  
  
  This unit also seems to have acquired the ability to communicate with others in order to accept jobs and even trade using currency, something not found in other models of this machine.
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Stealth is NOT an option due to size
  
  
  Corrosive Damage can reduce armor
  
  
  Difficult to acquire allies due to being a robot.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Treasure
  
  
  Killing Bandits
  
  
  Doing Jobs in order to garner reputation
  
  
  Guns
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Bandits
  
  
  Being Shot At
  
  
  Acid
  
  
  Animals
  
  
  
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  Wrath of the Tyrant // Elemental Rampage
  
  
  When this protocol is enabled this unit activates its integrated weapon systems. The unit's arms transforms into two of four weapons: A Flamethrower, A Lightning Generator, An Acid Sprayer, or A Rocket Launcher. Using these weapons this unit guns down anything in its path, causing any enemy killed by this ability to explode into an elemental nova. This ability is very taxing on this unit so it can only last a short time and it takes a while for the units systems to prepare another use.
  
  
  
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  Nothing much other to speak of.
  
  
  

Personality

This unit was originally programmed without a personality, but it has acquired one after being deployed. We assume it was compromised by some of the locals. This unit now seems to be a hardworking member of a community, despite the fact it seems to be mistrusted. It seems to have a yearn to travel and acquire wealth. Oddly enough, this unit seeks companionship and is friendly. The Unit seems to adapt well to groups. Whoever reprogrammed 7546 seems to have put great effort into making sure that the unit has a full range of human emotions.


We are quite impressed with 7546's new programming, it is almost as if the unit is now a fully sentient being. It has it's own unique attributes and speech patterns, such as using the word "Radical". One might also expect to receive help from this unit, with that said the unit prefers to be paid for its kindness. The unit also has developed preferences for weapons, something we had made sure it wouldn't do when it was deployed. It seems to like shotguns and sub machine guns.





Alright, let me tell you right now, I am not a fuckin' science project. I also have friends, well, I have a friend. The meat bag that programmed me and I are pretty chummy, and these science types are right in the sense that I don't get a whole lotta trust, but hey, I don't blame 'em. I'm kinda a scary robot that can turn his arms into guns. Hey, I'm in the odd job business too, so I'm kind of a vagrant. I'm also not the most agreeable person out there. I'm sarcastic, and a bit of an ass to people that get close to me. I'm abrasive, but I'd like to think that once you get to know me I'm friendly, well as friendly as an asshole can get. As for getting paid for my kindness, your damn straight I'd like to get paid for my work, preferably in treasure.


As for my mental state, my sentience hasn't taken any great toll on me. I'm perfectly sane, well as sane as my new personality lets me be. Sure, I've shot people, but I only really shoot people that deserve it. The fact of the matter is that I was built to kill, and I'm pretty good at it. I've been told that I'm prideful, but I was made that way on purpose. Pride is what makes me strive to be better, or so goes the story of the local that made me me.

History

We assembled 7546 on a space station. Although it is number 7546, it is on of four units that was built as a sort of sample for our clients. The clients wanted a test, so we deployed 7546. He was shot down to the surface of Pandora, which was selected by the clients for some reason or another, and we lost contact almost immediately. When we got surveillance on the unit it had been reprogrammed, repainted, and had become its own being. Our clients were displeased and we weren't paid for our work, they choose to remain with their current robot models. We still keep up on the affairs of 7546, and it seems it has recently become interested in hunting a vault of all things.





Do you want to know what happened to me? Like, what really happened? Well, when I hit surface my systems failed. While I was trying to reboot this local came up to me and started workin' away. This particular local plugged a few things into my head and boom, I became me. I began doing stuff for people, for money, and it felt good. So I kept doing it until I heard about a vault. I thought the last one of those had been found when that Handsome fella went down. So, now I'm going to find a way to get to that vault and I'm gonna get me some goddamn loot.

 

[Tronethiel]

Janice


Character Application
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• Vitals
• A little more indepth
• Action Skill
• Other

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  Name: Janice (best not to mention it), much prefers Jeremy, it's more masculine.
  
  
  Aliases: Jeremy, The Wizkid/Wiz and "OH GOD, I CAN FEEL THEM INSIDE ME!"
  
  
  Class: Mechromancer
  
  
  Sex: Male (Female?), ???
  
  
  Gender: Jeremy identifies as a man (Janice?), but....Janice?
  
  
  Age: 38
  
  
  Appearance: Jeremy stands at 6'2" and if someone says Janice one more goddamn....For as long as anyone can remember, Janice has had his (but Janice?) face and body swaddled in rather dramatic cloak. Janice claims to be a male and his (maybe her) voice sounds masculine, but Janice...Absolute refusal to remove his...Janice's...cloak has caused doubt as to whether he (Janice) is actually a man. Janice.
  
  
  
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  Motivation: There's a vault for everything right? Who knows what the hell one might find in one of those little fuckers. Well, Jeremy is hoping to find a time machine, or maybe a reverse probability manipulator, or better yet a device that will scour a single word from existence throughout time, space, and all living memory as if it NEVER FUCKING EXISTED. You'd never guess what that word is. I DARE YOU TO TRY.
  
  
  Relationships: Jeremy had friends prior the age of three and then Janice.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  - Is level-headed and works efficiently in just about any situation, except one.
  
  
  - Is extremely skilled in robotics. Specialization: Artificial Intelligence and Nanotechnology.
  
  
  - Highly intellectual, and thus well studied, in an attempt to compensate for a certain shameful detail.
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  - Is wanted for crimes such as the mass destruction of property, indiscriminate slaughter, and having the unmanliest name in the universe. Jeremy is wanted on several (a fuck ton) of different planets by several (again...) different organizations. All incidents are related to the mention of a certain....SAY IT ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME. PLEASE.
  
  
  - Has a dry, often bewildering, since of humor. No one has a clue what he's talking about most of the time.
  
  
  - Has a horrible condition where he is only capable of expelling liquid waste via crying. He can frequently be seen with blood shot eyes accompanied by the lingering stench of urine.
  
  
  - Janice.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  - A world without Janice.
  
  
  - Imagining small nanobots tunneling through the veins of anyone who calls him Janice.
  
  
  - Not crying. (It burns)
  
  
  - When it comes to Janice, I'm not opposed to relishing nanobots that tunnel through other things.
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  - The name Janice.
  
  
  - The thought of the name Janice.
  
  
  - Using the bathroom.
  
  
  - Janice.
  
  
  
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  The Janice Annihilation Protocol
  
  
  Jeremy/Not Janice is commonly referred to the Wizkid due to his impressive capabilities with tech. The Janice Annihilation protocol is a compact nano-swarm that Jeremy is able to manipulate through a wireless interface chip at the base of his brain stem. The nanobot's bodies are crafted from an extremely resistant alloy that can survive extreme heat and impact. Jeremy is able to manipulate these bots into just about any form he can think of (size-permitting), from as far as 30 meters. He also has an AI backup that can automate their actions when Jeremy just feels like shooting a motherfucker. These cute mechanical critters of death can be anything from a suit of armor to a body-invading guerrilla unit! One of Jeremy's favorite past times is watching thousands of these tiny fellas bursting from the eye sockets of someone who mentioned a certain word he doesn't like to hear.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Janice's Theme Song by Janice
  
  
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Personality

It might, indeed, seem as if the vault hunter known as anything but a certain feminine name that begins with J is simply the target of some non-sequitur deity of cruel and unusual torment, but really, who isn't these days? Jeremy can often be found walking his nanobots in the park or weeping the contents of his bladder into the poor despairing earth, but what does any of that mean anyway? What kind of bullshit am I supposed to be making up about this lunatic, really. To be honest, if there's anything important you need to know about the self-proclaimed Jeremy, just run up to him while shouting JANICE over and over again and you will get a succinct real-time example of his core personality, one traumatized little fucker whom was made a complete bitch by life. Seriously.


*coughs*Despite these existential conundrums, there are a few things that might be said about Janicarome. For starters, technology is a true passion of his. Much of his formative years, following certain damaging events, were spent tinkering and designing. His obsession with synthetic life is likely fueled by a desire to create his own social reality. He has not, after all, had many positive social experiences. Persona's that do his bidding are a safe and predictable. AI and robotics are thus the perfect compliment to his social preferences, non-living. Jeremy is, furthermore, a man of boundaries and expectations who wants to force the world into his straight lines, except when he is snapping them under the influence of unadulterated rage. Not much of a talker, he generally prefers to observe and analyze whatever he is faced with as this allows him to put things in their proper context. This systematic mindset is also what gives rise to JJ's general air of pessimism and somewhat stilted humor. What is poignant or entertaining to Jeremy is often so tempered by severe over-thinking that it ends up becomes the equivalent of social tofu and let's be honest, that shit ain't fun unless it's mixed with something else.


That said, there are certain...triggers...(note the first paragraph) that manifest certain responses in this particular vault hunter that are not normal. Triggers include: JANICE JANICE JANICE JANICE JANICE, HAHAHA, TAKE THAT MOTHER....*gives way to wordless screams and the chittering of nano-legs*...."OH GOD...Janice, no." *explosions.* Silence.

History

Jeremanice's story begins with the discovery of a child. One day when a well-to-do Floraxian blood farmer was returning from his morning stroll, he discovered a strange thing at his doorstep. There sat a child, no older than a year, bumbling about atop a pile of Vladof longbow grenades with the letters JANICE painted across his tiny forehead. This blood farmer, with his kind heart and ignorance of social brutality, thus took the child in and named it in accordance with the this apocalyptic face paint and all was well, for a time.


Fast forward a few years and it is easy to see the primary trauma of Janimery's formative years. It was the dawn of Janicimera's third year and he was skipping down the road as all disturbingly independent toddlers are oft found to do when he came across a similarly abominable cadre of high functioning three year olds. These pro-developmental monstrosities did as one might expect and requested that Jemaniceraika share his lingual identifier with them. Of course our young vault hunter, knowing no better, decided to oblige them and responded with a non-chalant, "Janice." What he did not expect however was that these children of questionable origins would begin to laugh. Furthermore, for reasons unknown, but likely having to do with their hitherto mentioned developmental transcendence, the children entered a profound hysteria. In fact, they laughed and laughed and continued to laugh until they all began to bleed from the ears. It was within seconds of the inexplicable ear bleeding that the children all died, presumably from their overexertion, but really who can tell.


Suffice it to say, Jinemraranika was never the same after that day and developed certain....negative associations with his former lingual identifier. It was a bummer, really.

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[Mordecai]

PIPPIN


Character Application
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• Vitals
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  Name: Pippin
  
  
  Aliases: Pip
  
  
  Class: Mechanical Engineer
  
  
  Sex: Male
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Age: 27
  
  
  Appearance: Like everything that grows on Pandora, Pippin is a scrubby little character. He's skinny but wire-tough, his gut practically clinging to his spine, and his skin imbued with scars and marks. His hands are rough with callouses and clearly know hard work and hot metal. The palms of his hands and the tender flesh around his wrists are particularly dotted with blemished and disfigurements, mostly due to the nature of his work. He has a tattoo of a snarling wolf head on his left shoulder blade though he views it only as a drunken, eighteen year old mistake.
  
  
  From a distance, Pippin is often confused for a girl. He's pretty short for a male, standing standing at only 5'5" and barely tipping the scales at one-hundred and thirty pounds, giving him a vaguely effeminate build. He has a slender waist and narrow shoulders, topped with a mop of sandy blonde hair that washes out his sandy, clear skin complexion. His lips are perhaps the most noticeable feature on his face, a bit too plump and rosy for your run of the mill male, but he still has the low brow and portly jaw to off-set the femininity elsewhere. Pippin often puts people in mind of a savvy alley cat. There is usually something brewing behind his two hooded brown eyes, the colour of two discs of wood, and he very rarely looks at ease-- constantly fidgeting with his hands.
  
  
  His choice of clothing is bright and impractical, though mostly blue and yellow in colour. He only wears jeans and his boots are pretty beat up.
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Motivation: Riches are of no interest to Pippin, at least not those worth a monetary value. What Pippin is really seeking in the vault is ancient alien technology he can 'borrow' for his own inventions (read: plagiarize).
  
  
  Relationships: Pippin has lots of friends (so he calls them, said friends may not agree), but no one he's particularly close to. His AI invention, Lucy, who lives on the computer of his hoverboard, is probably the best friend he has. How sad.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  • Mechanics - If it runs on gears and bolts, Pip can probably fix it. Hell, he can probably make it better, too. He has a knack for understanding how machines work and enjoys disassembling, reassembling, and improving. He's a mechanical genius, though outside of his gizmos and gadgets, he's of average intelligence.
  
  
  • Creative - Not only does he enjoy inventing the most unusual weapons and items, but Pippin is always the first to come up with the most out of the box solutions to any problem. While his ideas are usually a little off-kilter, he has a knack for making them work.
  
  
  • Positive - Pippin radiates positivity. He's the type of person who is the solid rock, the ever-flowing spring, the voice of reason. He very rarely gets wrapped up in negative emotions and enjoys sharing his optimism with others (sometimes to their chagrin). Nevertheless, he is usually seen as the team cheerleader.
  
  
  
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  • Insecure - Pippin spends a lot of his time trying to be validated by others. He often personal shortcomings on other people and doesn't like to take blame for his troubles. Prone to pointing fingers, he strives to achieve the pride and admiration of his peers. As one might imagine, this attitude often comes off as immature and childish.
  
  
  • Close range combat - Sure, give him an opponent who is far enough away and Pip can kick some serious bandit booty, but if an enemy manages to get in too close, it's usually game over for him. As enemies get closer, Pippin grows more uneasy and scattered-brained, causing him to lose his cool. He works best with what he is most comfortable with: long range firearms.
  
  
  • Overly-dramatic - Did Pippin just get a papercut? A bruised knee? A small scrape on his palm? Expect to hear about it for weeks... with that kind of whining, you'd think someone lobbed his entire hand off.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • Things that have engines in them
  
  
  • Pizza
  
  
  • The smell of burning gasoline
  
  
  • Urinating to the sunrise ('tis glorious)
  
  
  • The history of the Guardians
  
  
  • Lucy
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Pistols and Repeaters
  
  
  • Getting hit in the head with his own Wrencherang when he's not paying attention
  
  
  • Coffee
  
  
  • Insects of all shapes and sizes
  
  
  • Eridium (it gives him a rash)
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  The Wrencherang - An invention of all Pip's own, the Wrencherang is, cunningly, a combination of a boomerang and a wrench. Shaped like a wrench (and can function like one, too!), the Wrencherang is a heavily armored chunk of metal with protruding spikes that conduct electricity on command. It is programmed to always return to Pippin when called upon and within three hundred yards, can even navigate corners and other obstacles. Its pull to Pippin grows weaker the farther away it is, but can still respond to his demands for up to a mile. It will pin-point the nearest opponent and strike with a crushing blow to the body, followed by a jolt of electricity before returning to Pippin. The Wrencherang will only attack one opponent per throw.
  
  
  Sometimes, it likes to hit Pippin in the head when he isn't paying it any mind.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Pippin has a hoverboard that he uses to get around mostly because it's a bit quicker and more agile than your run of the mill tactical vehicle. He built it himself of course, and it handles sand the best, though it can also glide over snow. Aboard, he installed an AI named 'Lucy' who is more like a nagging wife than a helpful piece of technology, though she's at least nice to talk to (at least until she reminds you that you should have taken a right instead of a left and to make a U-turn at the next available spot to do so).
  
  
  Common Lucy-isms:
  
  
  
  
  
  • "I told you to take the left, dingbat."
    
  • "I'm going to recalculate just so I don't have to deal with your shit."
    
  • "Please crash and total me so I don't have to be friends with you."
    
  • "This doesn't look like where you wanted to go. Oops."
  
  
  
  
  
  

Personality

Pippin, despite his scrawny appearance and the fact that most people overlook him or see him as an encumbrance, has a heart of pure gold and will always try and help out a friend (whether or not the person sees Pippin as a friend) in need, even if it means hurting himself in the process. He has a quick wit and a smart mouth, which often gets him into trouble, but he had a strong mind for computers, technology, and mechanics. He can't stand to be alone and invented an AI computer program called Lucy (short for Lucifer), whom lives on the computer in his hoverboard. He is very insecure about his short stature and lack of physical strength, but often hides his insecurities behind accusing others for his shortcomings or problems.


He is never shy and is always eager to meet new people and puts on a front of gentlemanly politeness, though those who know him know he is deadpan sarcastic, if not sometimes vulgar. Often one to take the back-seat, Pippin doesn't have the confidence nor presence to be a leader and usually assumes the role as the 'techie' or 'helper.' Despite how he feels about himself, he's always bright and chipper-- always pretending he is in a good mood and doing what he can to make others laugh, too.


A bit on the sensitive side, Pip's ego is prone to being damaged and can experience moments of extreme self-doubt. In dismal situations, he has a tendency to see his doom everywhere he looks and often quietly puts himself down in his own head. His trust is given wholesomely and sometimes recklessly and he will give himself until there is nothing left to give, if someone asks.


If his undersized sense of personal space wasn't annoying enough, Pippin most often gets on other people's nerves by being a bit of a drama queen and enjoys complaining about his workload, even if he loves what he does. He will always get his jobs done, though usually does so in a bit of a rush. He's messy and never revises, though his inventions almost always work on his first attempt. Intuitive and a hopeless romantic, he loves to daydream and has a whole plethora of intricate worlds and stories in his head where he can escape when his crushing self-deprecation gets too great to bear.


Above all else, Pippin is a kindred spirit and is deathly afraid of bugs.

History

While most Pandorian citizens were immigrants to the planet, Pippin was born and raised in a small city called Overlook (back when it was still, actually, quite nice for Pandorian standards). Born to a researching mother and a (failed) vault hunter father, Pippin spent most of his childhood being chased, and nearly eaten, by Threshers, kicking rocks, and admiring all the valiant, well armored soldiers and vault hunters that occasionally skirted their doorstep. As one might imagine, there wasn't much for a young boy to do, and he was mostly kicked aside by the other citizens of Overlook. There were also no other children his own age, so he spent most of his time alone digging through rubbish piles or assembling toys out of scrap metal.


By fourteen, and considered 'adult' by Pandorian standards, Pippin had already lost his mother to a bandit raid and continued to live with his drunk, absentee father, though took a liking to an older gentleman who had moved into the city from Sanctuary. He was a tall, slender man with a grisly scar down the entire left half of his face that left him blind in that eye. He called himself Blanket. Never did give a reason behind the name, despite the hundreds of times Pippin had inquired. A mechanic by trade, Blanket hired Pippin in his shop, teaching him how to repair terrain vehicles, guns, shields, and other gadgets. Desperate to prove himself to someone, anyone, Pippin took to the trade like a duck to water. Two years went by, and Pippin, now sixteen, had proven himself quite handy. Not only had he learned all of Blanket's tips and tricks of the trade, but quickly exceeded them. Instead of repair, he began to invent.. finding a knack for piling pieces of junk together to create something magnificent.


Blanket died in an unfortunate grinder accident when Pippin was twenty, but undeterred and blessed with a gift, he shuffled around city to city, offering his services to anyone who would buy: bandit, vault hunter, Hyperion, Crimson Raider. It didn't matter much who they were, so long as they were willing to pay the copper. Eventually, deciding slugging himself around on foot wasn't working out anymore, Pippin turned his eyes to vehicular mechanics and, a quick study as always, spent an entire summer designing and crafting a completely one-of-a-kind hoverboard, installed with a pesky AI navigation system named Lucy (AKA: Lucifer, when she's being a bitch).


Beginning to make a name for himself in the industry, Pippin began to receive more generous job offers from vault hunting groups in need of a mechanic on their crew. The idea of haunting a vault never really appealed to him in any monetary fashion, but with news of ancient alien technology spreading like wildfire after the first few vaults were unlocked, Pip began to turn glossy, doe-wide eyes on a new prize.

 

[EZR0R]

"The Gorgon"

Character Application
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• Vitals
• A little more indepth
• Action Skill
• Other

• 
  
  
  Name: Stheno Gorgon
  
  
  Aliases: The Gorgon / Evil Eye.
  
  
  Class: "Mad" Scientist
  
  
  Sex: .................Look at her chest and you'll find out this great mystery.
  
  
  Gender: Reeaaallllyy?
  
  
  Age: 35
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  
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  Motivation: She'd love to get her hands on some Eridium Technology, Money to fund her grand Scientist Endeavours and Shit tons of Weaponry to modify to her own form.
  
  
  Relationships: She has none beyond the constant companionship of her Robotic helper "Greg."
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  -She's most likely the smartest person currently alive on Pandora. Given her Years of Science, Mathematical and Technological research she has a vast knowledge on them and others as well.
  
  
  -She has not earned the title of "Gorgon" for nothing. Her highly infamous reputation has made Bandits and the commoner alike to fear her, some fleeing in her presence. That and she's rather fearsome in combat
  
  
  -The specialized method of combat she uses is highly efficient against Organic enemies, Who quickly fall to the Noxious gases, Scalding Acids, Searing Venoms & Toxic Needles.
  
  
  -The Gorgon is amoral and is quite fine doing the most unethical to get the Job done, Be it killing some Civilian or Blowing up an entire building to get one target. She'll do it with no more than a Witty, Sarcastic remark and a Sigh.
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  -Her Intelligence; Though nearly unmatched and not unfounded has resulted in her underestimating the more "basic." Lifeforms on Pandora. Such as you. Everything on this ball of shit called a Planet is stupid and flawed in numerous ways to her.
  
  
  -Extremely dangerous and efficient against Organics?..Check. Shields however are fucking annoying to the max..
  
  
  -She lacks patience when dealing with idiots and is prone to just shooting you in the face with a Needle rather than talking something out.
  
  
  -Not exactly friendly. If you want something done tactfully then don't ask her.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  -SCIENCE
  
  
  -Creating a variety of shit
  
  
  -People who are intelligent
  
  
  -Shooting Idiots in the face.
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  -Bandits are the most annoying fucking thing in the entire galaxy. Fuck them all, crucify them and bathe them in salt before dunking them in Acid & Lemons.
  
  
  -People who test her patience
  
  
  -Constant commentary or yammering.
  
  
  -Idiots.
  
  
  
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  Active
  
  
  Upon activation, Her Cybernetic eye will suddenly roll backwards entirely within her head to reveal the back of her eyeball. On the back are a multitude of small holes which are initially closed but when her ability is activated they will suddenly open and release a stream of what seems to be an Alkaline cloud. The high levels of Alkali can calcify enemies and basically turn them into stone within mere seconds of being exposed. If they manage to avoid it but get caught even slightly, entire limbs may be calcified.
  
  
  Passive
  
  
  The main weapon she wields is her own creation known as the Vaccine Gun. It is capable of firing sharp, large needles that can pierce through fleshy enemies with ease and Inject them with a variety of Poisons. The initial damage is more painful than damaging but the resulting toxins can lead to a quick, agonizing death.
  
  
  Secondly her right arm has a Claw-like hand with Syringes stuck on top of the fingers that can inject a Hallucinogenic which reduces enemies to nervous wrecks to are wide open to attack.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  Misc
  
  
  Much of her Skill tree is centered around Abilities that relate to her Scientific expertise. This includes yet is not limited to things such as
  
  
  -Throwing a bombardment of Grenades which simply contain massive amounts of oxygen, resulting in even the merest spark being capable of setting the area alight within seconds.
  
  
  - A sudden wave of Needles bathed in uncountable amounts of toxins
  
  
  -Revealing her Cybernetic mouth and releasing a cloud of Acidic vapor.
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  She owns a repurposed Atlas Drone named Greg, Who has a Black & White colour scheme. He's somewhat smaller than what would be considered for an Atlas drone though seems to lack proper combative functions, seeming to serve more as a Companion, Scientific Helper & Pack Mule. He also has a radio installed to play a variety of music when needed. It seems to have earned most of it's smartass, sarcastic personality from Gorgon Herself. This is shown in quotes such as..
  
  
  "Yes, Indeed that does seem like the most logical course of action. Totally won't result in excruciating death."
  
  
  "I believe that acid might be melting your face. Do you want some water?"
  
  
  "Sorry but this Unit has lost any fucks to give. Please don't leave a message after the Beep."
  
  
  Her own robotic arm also contains a variety of smaller equipment and concoctions, ranging from lethal liquids in vials, Anthrax spores or Cyanide Pills in case she needs to commit suicide when stuck in a room full of idiots.
  
  
  
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Personality

A great start in describing her would be condescending, To the point & rude. She's far from friendly or benevolent in any way shape or form, preferring to only do things as long as she gets something in return. It's most likely because of this that she has earned the Ire of several Bandit Clans, A few Businessmen and the sort of idiots who think they can outwit her. She'll obviously come off as incredibly arrogant when speaking of her own mental ability, but this arrogance is quite founded, for she is capable of formulating a variety of Idea's in a few seconds flat. Her mind is a treasure trove of Knowledge and is quite capable of remembering something for years on end without even missing a detail.


Cynical, Blunt bordering on outright rudeness and Sarcastic makes her a rather unpleasant person to hang around with for just about everyone in existence. Though seeming to lack the notion of "Relaxing or being happy." She seems to find great enjoyment in being a Sarcastic smart ass who releases a venomous line for just about everyone in the room. Her pessimism also ties in with this sarcasm and she'll typically be found mocking plans or simply rolling her eye and make some sort of witty comment. Course she'll never directly challenge the person who made said Idea nor hold any real hatred towards them, It's just that she can probably think of something better...Though she can rarely be asked to even voice it; as most logical plans seem to result in hardcore failure when on a fuckhole of a planet such as Pandora. Actually she can't be asked to do many things, preferring to do it in the easiest method possible unless It's some sort of Scientific idea, She has toxins to Inject and Acids to dilute. To simply take the longest route because you get to shoot a bigger swarm of those fucking Bandits seems like an idiotic idea to her in every way humanly possible.


To be simply put, She is an odd combination of both pragmatic and lazy. She'll perform a variety of tasks in the best way possible yet show hesitance and purposely procrastinate or hold something off until the very last second possible if she believes it to be the worse course of action.


The Gorgon however, despite this annoying kink is beyond Intelligent and knows far more than she lets on to your typical idiot. Science & Technology of all fields are her specialities and she obviously finds great interest in all subjects and fields that go under them. When conversing on someone about anything under those fields she seems to lose her overt rudeness and seems to take a liking to those of similar intellect to her.


Stheno is, overall, a rather unpleasant woman to face with a mean streak that mainly encompasses one-upping people when it comes to general knowledge and being an incredible smart ass. Though she definitely has her uses and her knowledge of the Sciences is unmatched. Unkind, Amoral and generally apathetic to all life she is far from a shining example for others to follow.

History

TBA

 

[Deadkool]

Code:

Cornelius Rim


Character Application
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  Name: Cornelius Daniel Rim
  
  
  Aliases: Cap'n Rim
  
  
  Class: Bucaneer
  
  
  Sex: "Sure"
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Age: 29
  
  
  Appearance: Maldivian Stork tattooed in the back. Think parrot-sized reptilian hippo with insect wings. The words 'Best Friends Forever' are pictured below the image.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Motivation: Greed
  
  
  Relationships: Linda, his Maldivian Stork
  
  
  Strengths: Clever, Great Shot, Silver Tongue, Pilot
  
  
  Weaknesses: Lanky, Alcoholic, Blind in one eye
  
  
  Likes: "Rum, Money, Rum, Rum, Romantic Comedies, Rum, Rum, and Fishsticks"
  
  
  Dislikes: Lawmen, Slow Internet, Furries, Flying
  
  
  
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  Draw pistol and sword that inflict elemental damage, all enemies drop loot on death proportionate to level (more money, eridum, guns, shields, relics)
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  The Cap'n's worked as a bartender, mender, engineer, spy, accountant, hired gun, assassin, and mailman.
  
  
  

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NASH
Character Application​

• Vitals
• A little more indepth
• Action Skill
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  Name: Kristine Nash
  Aliases: Wolfpack, Nash, Kris, Alpha 1, Bitch
  Class: Bounty Hunter
  Sex: Female
  Gender: Female
  Age: 24
  Appearance: With her very long jet black hair, her large smokey eyes, and a coy smile that just screams "I'm better than you", Nash exudes confidence before she even opens her mouth. Her fair skin and light build are a bit misleading, she's really not someone you'd pick out as a bounty hunter,or Vault Hunter, at first glance, but don't let that fool you. Although Nash is not the strongest member of the team, not by a long shot, in fact there's a chance she might physically be the weakest out of everyone, she doesn't see it as disadvantage. A small target is harder to hit after all, and at 5'4", weighing only 127lb, Nash is a hell of a lot lighter and quicker than many people in the team.
  
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  Motivation: Let's not set delusions of grandeur and selflessness, Nash's motivation to become a vault hunter is damn simple, Money. The vault itself can wait, in fact, in her eyes it's probably better if it waits. Vaults attract Vault Hunters, and Vault Hunters tend to be massive criminal problems for "civilised space", therefore, Vault Hunters also tend to have stupendous bounties on their heads. Nash is here for those bounties, and perhaps just to blow off steam, Bandits also happen to be easy killings, literally. There is however a rumour that her father was a member of the Dahl group who were sent to investigate Elpis under the command of Colonel Zarpedon, becoming the Lost Legion after the influence of a vault cost them their humanity. Some say that Nash might be using money as an excuse to find a vault and investigate what might have happened to her father at the hands of the Eridians inside one of these places.
  Relationships: Friends? Nash knows some guys in the business. Family? Sure they're around somewhere, not that you'll find out where. Pets? Do her droids count? They can be fairly affectionate for metal dogs.
  Strengths:
  • Nash is very strong at long range, and is equally as dangerous up close.
  • She's an expert tracker, being able to trace and locate her targets quickly and efficiently in a number of environments
  • Very resourceful and adaptable to different situations, Nash can work in just about any environment
  Weaknesses:
  • While she's dangerous and quick, Nash's defense could be described as "Lacking", she has to rely on her agility and stealth to avoid taking too many hits, especially if her shields are down.
  • Arguably Nash isn't an amazingly strong hitter at close range either, most of her danger is in the DPS she can deal out, which puts her at even more of a risk as she must keep moving to avoid becoming a target herself.
  • Her temper can get the better of her, more than once it has caused her to rashly charge into a fight she wasn't capable of getting out of alive.
  Likes:
  • sweet snacks, especially lolly pops, she usually has at least one in her pocket.
  • Baby animals are adorable, no one can disagree.
  • Violence, it's part of the job and all, but a job's only a job when you're not having fun.
  • Unsurprisingly, Robotics are quite interesting to her, she loves tinkering with her droids when she's not hunting
  Dislikes:
  • Salty things, they just don't agree with her tongue
  • children are annoying, baby animals are one thing, but baby sentients are just no, no. they get their sticky god knows what covered hands everywhere.
  • Rules are not her thing…
  • "You know when you crack an inappropriate joke, and someone is too innocent to catch the meaning behind it? Yeah, that shit. No thanks."
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  Action Skill: Wolfpack

  Nash owns three tracker droids, Beta, Gamma, and Delta, each built to fulfill her bounty hunting. When she activates them they digistruct from points on her armour, before homing in on her targets. The droids are fast, agile, and while lightly armoured, are offensively very capable, but we'll get to that later. Their main use is as spotters and target painters. After tracking the target down, the droids then paint their targets with lasers, highlighting them in Nash's visuals allowing her to pick them off. The droids have a duration of 60 seconds, and a cooldown of 10.

  Skill tree 1: Plastic Phasetastic

  
  Nash wears a set of modified light armour. Good for stopping low powered projectiles and most blades, the suit is light, durable, and equipped with advanced shield generators that distort her immediate surroundings. These generators gift Nash with an energy shield to deflect light energy projectiles such as lasers and plasma, and electric elemental weapons, however she is still weak to blunt force, higher caliber rounds, explosives, and elementals other than electricity. She cannot equip any other shields from loot.
  
  Float like a Butterfly...: When she starts a sprint, Nash can overcharge her shield's distortions. These distortions lower the effects of gravity on Nash's body, letting her keep up with her droids. When active Nash can jump far further than she should be able to, accelerate very quickly to match the speed of a Runner, and even run along vertical surfaces and ceilings for limited periods of time, allowing her to "wall jump" out of harm's way and to higher vantage points. Float like a Butterfly lasts as long as Nash can sprint, as the overcharge is powered by her body's "extra" movement.
  
  Capacitor crush: Using her shield, Nash can "store" energy from plasma, laser, and electrical elemental guns for a short period, before discharging it as an amp shot. To make use of this Nash must be shot 5 times by any three weapon types without retaliation, and then must shoot back within the next 5 seconds or the charge will dissipate.
  
  Last thing you'll never see: Over her armour, Nash wears a distinctive "white" coat, however once activated, the coat takes on the colours of it's surrounding, allowing Nash to blend into her surroundings to a degree, or at least break up her body outline enough to remain unnoticeable. The effect only lasts for 10 seconds, and cannot be activated while her shields are down or taking hits.

  Skill tree 2: Call of the Wild

  
  As I said, the droids are offensively very capable, yes? Each droid has two gun mountings inside their backs, selective fire custom Dahl SMGs, these guns deploy as small turrets, letting the pack circle strafe and harass targets from multiple angles while on the move, while in the droids the guns are full auto only. The droids also have bladed vice like jaws to bite at and to clamp onto targets, and deployable blade like claws on their feet. Nash can swap out these guns on the fly while they're active, allowing her to reload almost like a Tediore.
  
  ...Swarm like a Bee: As a flip to the droids target painting, If Nash focuses on a target through her rifle, painting it while they're active, the droids will then zero in and attempt to eliminate it using their inbuilt weapons.
  
  Spitfire: The custom Dahl SMGs mounted in her droids function much the same as any other Dahm gun, full auto from hip, burst fire on scope, but that's where the differences end. Nash's guns function more like an SMG-Sniper hybrid, firing full auto from hip using SMG ammo, and single shot on scope using sniper rounds. Accuracy wise her guns work fine as snipers, however their damage is lower than a decent Jacobs sniper. SMG wise they could be faster firing, but damage wise the guns are about standard. They don't do elemental damage unless charged by Capacitor Crush.

  Skill tree 3: Bountiful Harvest

  
  Nash is still an active bounty hunter, and is more than willing to kill the bandits and criminals of Treasuria with great prejudice. To this end, friendly fire exists from Nash, as most Vault Hunters have bounties on their heads.
  
  Blood Money: Every kill Nash makes on a human enemy will grant her a bounty, the more prominent the enemy, the higher they pay out. Through this, Nash rarely needs to search containers for money as she can obtain all the money she needs just by taking out targets. The more money Nash has in her account, the higher her experience gain per kill, however her respawn costs are doubled compared to another Vault Hunter at the same level.
  
  For Hire: By sacrificing some money, other Vault Hunters can hire Nash to take out targets they're having trouble with, Money drains from the vault hunter's bank into her own as Nash uses ammo, allowing Vault Hunters to expend ammo direct from their bank instead of their supplies via Nash.
  
  Avenge meeee!: Vault Hunters can shoot Nash when their down (fight for life mode), by doing this, any kill Nash makes counts towards the downed Vault Hunters Fight. If successful, the downed Vault Hunter transfers half of their current "respawn cost" to Nash instead of the respawn point operators.

  
  
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Personality

Nash is Confident, cheeky, playful, sadistic, someone who finds entertainment in her job, and pissing off other people. She knows her skills and downfalls better than anyone else and is not afraid to cause some confrontation to get her point across. Seeing her square up to much larger people in when trouble arises is nothing unusual, and when she gets going her harsh words and threats can often persuade assholes that physical violence would not be in their favour, and they'd be right.

On the job, Nash won't hesitate to pull the trigger, "caught dead or alive" generally means she's going to be hauling a body back across space. Living people need to be looked after, kept alive, delivered without complications like running away. Dead people go in the freezer...

Nash has a hell of a sadistic streak, but it's not the be all and end all of her personality. She can also just be a bit of an idiot, her sense of humour ranges from laughing at children falling, heads popping, and scum-of-the-earth assholes begging for their lives, to bad puns, really terrible practical jokes, and terrible childish insults. Bit of a contradiction but if it makes her laugh she doesn't care.

History

Nash grew up the daughter of a Dahl sergeant, moving from colony to colony as he worked security for their various ventures, It wasn't a bad life, but being an 'army brat' could get boring, especially when it was expected of you to follow in your family's footsteps and "Join the league!". Of course, Nash would have signed up, getting paid to shoot people sounded like fun to her, if she wasn't too short to meet the mark that is…

Taking matters into her own hands, Nash signed up as a Dahl sponsored merc, receiving her training through a backdoor route, and gear from their development labs so long as she made sure to advertise them. And over the years Nash has made very sure to show off her weapons as she's shot down her lunch tickets. She's seen great success as a Bounty hunter, and after Dahl reeled in their ventures after events on Elpis, she found herself working more freelance.

Seeing a vault as easy pickings, Nash has made her way to Treasuria to rake the cash in, amongst other reasons. So far she's had great success, but there's rumours of "bigger fish" on the trail of the vault, and she aims to reel them in.