Futuristic The Conflict of Agrris Zeta (CS)

[Soviet Panda]

Depending on your chosen faction, pick one of the two CS's listed below.

Spoiler: Centrice

Appearance: (Whatever works for you)
Name:
Age: (At least 21)
Gender:
Mutations: (If any. Don't get to crazy with it here, and if you have any questions on whether a mutation is acceptable or not feel free to ask me and we'll figure something out.)
Personality: (At least a paragraph)
Background: (At least a paragraph)
Equipment: (Weapons, armor, misc. gadgets, even what's on your specific drop pod.)
Extra: (Anything that you feel is important to your character that doesn't fit into one of the other sections go here.)

Spoiler: Dominion

Appearance: (Whatever works for you)
Name:
Age: (At least 21)
Gender:
Mutations: (If any. Don't get to crazy with it here, and if you have any questions on whether a mutation is acceptable or not feel free to ask me and we'll figure something out.)
Personality: (At least a paragraph)
Background: (At least a paragraph)
Blade: (2 types, Full and Partial. Full Blades are large behemoths, heavily armed and armored, Partial Blades are more maneuverable if less armed and armored. A Partial Blade is more than capable of handling light armor and infantry. Provide an appearance, name, and general load out for the Blade of your choice.)
Extra: (Anything that you feel is important to your character that doesn't fit into one of the other sections go here.)

 

[shadowz1995]

Name: Eyvahn Tal'nor

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Mutations: Bat

Eyvahn and his people, the Chiropterans, have membrane-like wings, akin to a bat and are capable of unassisted flight. Their sense of smell, sight, taste and sound are naturally higher than the average person without cybernetic assistance. In particular, their sense of hearing is by far the most enhanced. Their eyes are capable of seeing in near pitch darkness but lack the ability to see colors as well as most. These heightened senses have the obvious downfall of being exploitable. Sonic attacks can render them incapacitated. Along with flash bangs or even regular sunlight is hard to deal with without proper equipment.

They have sprouted fur along the neck, forearms, and lower body to resist the cold temperatures of high altitude flight. While they may not be able to fly as long as a feathered counterpart or as fast, their webbed appendages are sturdy and muscular. This makes them more resilient to damage and easier to mend when torn. The wings are also far more flexible which makes more maneuverable and agile in the air.

Like their avian competition, they have larger lung and heart sizes compared to other mammals. This is partially due to high altitude flights but mostly due to the oxygen efficiency needed to achieve lift and sustained flight. Chiropteran bones are not hollow like a birds and while they can fly for hours at a time, it is not their main form of travel. It is akin to a human being running or jogging everywhere they went. A well trained athlete can run for a very long time but it's not the primary method of travel and they will get tired.

While hard to see under the fur, the Chiropteran people still have fingers at the end of their arms. They are not as dexterous as normal human fingers, however, and are made to perform more rudimentary tasks. They are capable of more basic functions but struggle to use keyboards or play instruments.

They no longer have normal feet. As previously stated, they are covered in fur and the toes have now turned into sharp, curved talons. They are used to grab and rend anything they grip. Along the ends of the wings and fingers are clawlike appendages that can be used to gouge in grounded, close quarters combat. They are also used to hook into other flying opponents or prey.

These mutations cause them to be much larger and much more muscular than a normal person to be able to fly. They stand at nearly 7 ft on average and don't store fat in their bodies very well. As a result, they suffer more than most at freezing temperatures, despite their resistance to cold. Chiropterans also have greatly increased stamina and strength thanks to this.

Personality:

Eyvahn is a man of intensity and very few words. He is someone who would prefer to let his actions speak infinitely louder than sweet words ever could. Preferring to remain silent, observe, and take decisive action when the situation calls for it. That being said, he isn't brutish or slow. He is intelligent and calculating, which ties into his preference for silence and stoicism. He believes that not letting others know what lies behind your exterior is how one can find the best routes in life. Because when you aren't speaking, you're listening to everything around you.

Despite stoic demeanor, he is fiercely loyal and quick to defend those he considers part of his inner circle. A privilege only available to very few. Whether you need an eye in the sky, a buddy in a bar brawl, or someone to fly you across town because you're late for a date, Eyvahn is always the first to respond and the last to leave you behind.

Biography:

Eyvahn comes from a long line of Chiropterans who offered their wings to the military service. 12 generations worth to be exact and Eyvahn's family was no exception. They accrued a steady amount of wealth and accolades and gained a reputation for being a fierce and loyal bloodline in service of Centrice. With their mutations being as extensive as they were, it was difficult to be accepted anywhere. Which makes the accolades that they earned that much more impressive.

By the time Eyvahn was born into the Tal'nor family, his remaining family members were well decorated officers in Centrice's military. It is said that the genes between the union of his parents was good enough to spark another minor mutation in their eldest son. Eyvahn was well ahead of the curve when it came to Chiropteran maturation. He was walking, talking, jumping and even attempting to glide months before expected for any Chiropteran child. While this may have been cause for some concern to normal parents, it only caused the hearts of Tal'nor to swell with pride and expectations. It meant they could begin his training far earlier than originally planned and have their family name rise higher in the ranks than ever before.

Eyvahn was raised with full expectation to go into the military. His parents giving him personal lessons as we'll as private training lessons with masters to be better prepared for his excursions. High altitude reconnaissance, marksmanship, close quarters combat, search and rescue, survival training, demolitions, sabotage, and guerilla warfare was drilled into him from the moment he was capable of performing them without extensive injury.

His family expected nothing less than excellence and any failures were met with harsh punishment and reconditioning. During his adolescent years, he thought of escaping multiple times. Planned it out, made schematics, documented the behavior patterns of his family and their staff, and even bought the materials necessary for his attempt. The only thing that kept him from going through with it was his intuition. The feeling that he fought with time and time again. That he knew there was no escaping them. Eyvahn was very intelligent and cunning but it was his parents that tought him all he knew. He was talented. Far more than they were at his age but they had years of wisdom and experience that trumped him at every turn. Even he could escape the estate by some miracle, there was no way he would be able to evade two elite military Chiropterans and all of the assets at their disposal. It was hopeless. So, he ultimately decided to retire the idea and give it his all to become independent from them as soon as possible. By earning his own accolades and medals so that he could stand apart from them.

Needless to say, by the time Eyvahn was recruited he was a whole head and shoulders above all of the fresh recruits. Both in experience and quite literally. His hellish march through childhood and adolescence turned out in his favor. He quickly proved his worth to his superiors and rose through the ranks until he was being dropped in specialized pods of his own to rain hell upon the enemies of Centrice. He was one of the youngest shock troopers to ever be deployed and one of the few who made it back after his first drop.

He has now been in the service for over 15 years and he is a trusted elite operative with many successful missions and drops under his belt. He is often teased about being well passed normal retiring age but Chiropterans don't age at the same pace as the average person and he is still in his prime. He has turned down multiple promotions to upper officer ranks simply to avoid returning to his "home".

He has received multiple marriage interview requests from his family so that he can continue the Tal'nor legacy. The only condition was for him to be promoted high enough that he would no longer need to be active in the field.

So, he stays roaming the skies of the battlefield. Both for his brothers and sisters in arms and to avoid the fate that awaits him once it's all said and done. Simply put, he would rather die in battle than raise a son or daughter in the same conditions he was raised in. He harbored no ill will towards his parents as they were raised the same way and their parents before them and so on. It was all they knew.

Equipment:

Primary Weapon- VK DMR MK. II

A semi-automatic marksman rifle specifically fabricated for Eyvahn's use. Based on an older model that his great grandmother used, this weapon is highly reliable and rarely ever jams. Water, sand, mud, hot, or cold, this rifle is able to continue firing through it all.

It is capable of making pin-point accurate shots on infantry and enemy armor alike during high speed flight (provided the user is skilled enough). It carries rounds that is more than enough to drop infantry in one or two shots and capable of firing AP rounds for well placed, debilitating shots on enemy armor. Each magazine has 25 bullets in them

Regular ammo- 5 mags
AP ammo- 2 mags

Armor-

Armored Widow Flight Suit (Wing coverage modification)

An insulated, aerodynamic suit that lets Eyvahn fly at his maximum potential for an extended period of time. It has been modified to protect the bones in his wings and to fit over his clawed feet.

It also has a built-in, light bending camouflage system that allows Eyvahn blend into the sky, so enemies have a difficult time seeing him with the naked eye. Similar to a great white shark's belly. The helmet is capable of scanning its surroundings in Infared, locating high electrical outputs, scanning and locating weaknesses in enemy armor, and long range communication. This also includes a HUD that filters information by priority. It is also capable of acting as a buffer between his incredibly sensitive senses and the outside world. Without gear, the sound of a gunshot in the immediate vicinity would cripple him. His helmet filters both sounds over a certain decibel and most forms of light sources, including sunlight.

It is capable of taking most small arms fire without too much trouble but was not built with taking punishment in mind, instead prioritizing stealth and agility. It's integrity will be compromised faster than standard
Einherjar/Valkyrie armor but doesn't impede his shocking speed.

Combat knife

Demolition charges- 2

Aerial dispersal drop pod-

Eyvahn's drop pods are specific in that they break apart and ejects him once it enters the upper atmosphere, allowing him full control of his descent via his wings.

The Chiropteran carries extra ammo, survival tools, and emergency medical equipment that is also dispersed and lands near the LZ for emergencies. Eyvahn can see its location on his HUD

Standby supplies- Eyvahn has been on many different types of missions and this is his standard set up. He has many more options for gear that he keeps as back up at base for missions that call for specific tasks to be done.

Arch Angel Battlesuit (flight assisted)-

A heavily armored aerial battlesuit made custom for Eyvahn's usage. This suit sacrifices a great amount of agility and speed to turn the mutant into a flying death machine.

It is far too heavy for Eyvahn to achieve lift by himself. So it boasts twin boosters on the center of his back to assist with flight.

The Arch Angel suit is capable of taking much more bullets than Eyvahn's primary outfit and can carry more ammunition with heavier weaponry.

The helmet boasts the same capabilities as the Widow helmet but with a much smaller visor. This restricts the Chiropteran's field of view to about 120 degrees in front of him.

Due to the boosters requiring fuel, Eyvahn is on a timer the moment he deploys in this. Only able to maintain flight for about an hour at full throttle. Any fancy acrobatic maneuvers place more strain on the fuel supply and cuts down on his fly time.

When the flight time runs out, the suit doubles as heavy infantry gear and works as originally intended. Eyvahn's natural strength allows him to move a little faster than the average person but he still sacrifices a large amount of his vision and speed.

Titan Slayer-

A heavy anti-material rifle built for piercing the hull of enemy heavy armor like mechs, tanks, and vehicles. It's slow firing, loud, weighty, tank buster rifle that requires the user be anchored down and wearing weighty armor to help bury the recoil of the massive gun. It's rounds also have to be manually chambered after every shot.

It goes without saying that the Titan Slayer and its ammuntion slow the user down immensely and should only be used if there is going to be a large presence of enemy armor.

Vector "Guano" MK. VI-

An automatic assault rifle capable of mid range engagements with a high magazine capacity. It was designed with suppression and long engagements with infantry units. It has been nicknamed "Guano" by friendly soldiers because they joke about Eyvahn shitting on the enemy with it from above.

Liberator MK I -

A powerful, reliable, semi-automatic handgun that is useful in a pinch when nothing else is available.

Thermite Charges

EMP Charges

Fragmentation Grenades

Flashbang Grenades

Smoke Grenades

Tear Gas Canisters

Infared Target Markers

Flares

Repair Kits


Extra: I'll add stuff here as I think about it.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Name: Ian Autumnall;
Age: 37;
Gender: Male;
Mutations: Sensory Overhauls - Ian possesses hyper-enhanced senses, anything from smell to taste is enhanced 100x that of an unenhanced individual. He can discern several smells from across the room, hear a pin drop in a pillow, feel the vibrations from an explosion across the street, see an ant carrying a leaf on the other side of a rooftop. Obviously, this means that he has to dull his senses or else, they'll overload his mind and find it difficult to concentrate. Smokes, alcoholic beverages, eye-straining etc help him minimise these ordinarily useful benefits.

Personality: Ian Autumnall is the quintessential douchebag. He's arrogant, rude, and doesn't take shit from anyone except his superior officers. His nature likely stems from the fact that his father is a descendent from a noble family in the Dominion. Though that doesn't excuse his overall attitude. The man throws insults left and right, demeans the enemy and sometimes comrades. Frequently drunk when not on duty. But he shouldn't be underestimated, his arrogance isn't without recitals. He is a skilled combatant and fighter, a fact which he will then rub into your face. Despite his boisterous attitude, he frequently partakes in reading as a hobby. And he is exceptionally cagey when you start talking about his past with him.

Background:

Descending from a line of knights and nobility within the Dominion, Ian Autumnall has casted off his family's crests and creed to fight for the Democratic States. Much of his early life is filled to the brim of formal mannerisms, attire, and condensation. Every day he can recall when he was beaten, slapped, or 'corrected' by his etiquette educator. The young child could seldom do anything of his own volition, even his friends were predestined for him. Coupled with the fact that his mutation spontaneously emerged before his tenth birthday which overwhelmed him enough to be put into a coma. It made his situation even worse. His siblings, older or younger, began teasing him for his evident mutation. Whether they had mutations of their own, could not be said as they were too well-hidden.

During his teenage years, Ian finally snapped and abandoned his family's estate. Utilizing his cunning and enhanced senses to avoid detection. He had managed to sneak away into one of the Centrice states, where he found solace at last, free from prying eyes. Much of his time was spent from low-paying jobs to bars, smokes, and other addictive substances. All just to dumb down his unique senses, and of course, to enjoy himself.

Eventually, during one drunken escapade, he duked it out with a military recruiter who took a liking to his spunk. Ian woke up to a contact card in his pocket and a bruised cheek. He dusted himself off and returned to his job, but kept the card just in case.

During one bad trip, Ian was left a jittering mess with bloodshot eyes and drool down his lip. He survived, unexpectedly. Seeing this as a grace from the Gods, Ian swore off the addictive substances and decided to hit up the recruiter. He called him an old fart, Ian then got hit with a young punk and some insults later, he was recruited into the military.

Gruelling military training aside, Ian became a decorated combatant for Centrice, fighting with ferocity for his new country and home.


Equipment:

The Epsilon-11 Mark V Combat Kinetic Harness - Epsilon-11, abbreviated as E11-5, is a head-to-toe combat armour designed for volatile environments. It is specially designed for explosive ordinance roles such as grenadiers, explosive disposal, or heavy weapon deployment. It bolsters the user's reaction times via direct connection to nerve nodes—machinery designed to interface with the nervous system, allowing armours to connect—twofold. It possesses kinetic absorbers on the knuckles, chest, knees and boots which allow the armour to absorb up to 5 MJ (megajoules) of energy. It also increases the user's strength via microsized pistons, able to easily lift a man with one hand. For power, it incorporates a compact fusion reactor which is heavily shielded to prevent puncturing or rupturing. An ad-hoc customisation scheme where users can freely include add-ons or replace other parts. In Autumnall's case, it sports additional holsters for fragmentation grenades. The helmet is customised to support Ian's enhanced senses while also dumbing them down to aid him.

Spoiler: E11-5

The C-73 McGregor Rotary Grenade Launcher - A 45-mm grenade launcher with enough force to take down a small infantry vehicle or groups of hostiles, 6 barrels;

Spoiler: C-73

The Broomstick M22 - A pump-action shotgun capable of firing either 12ga. or 10ga. shells at the enemy. Pictured in the armour. The shotgun can store up to 11 twelve gauge shells or 9 ten-gauge shells.

Standard Fragmentation Grenades;

Red Phosphorus Smoke Grenades;

Havok Satchel Charges;

First Aid Kit;

A pack of cheap smokes;

Sticky Thermite Grenades;

Extra: Will Add Later.

 

[slim]

• general.
• equipment.
• persona.
• background.

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  Name: Zatara Manoor
  Age: 25
  Gender: Female
  Appearance: Zatara stands at 5 feet and 8 inches and is built quite lean with her main source of strength coming from her robotic appendages. Her hair is cropped short at the chin and raven black like her father's and either pushed to the left side or braided to the scalp. It's necessary to keep it out of the way of her only functioning eye on the right that shines a fierce red color. The left eye is nothing more than a black crater of what used to be a dark brown iris. Her cybernetic enhancements supplement nearly 65% of her body, mostly making up the right side of her person and fashioned with the latest and hardiest materials that money can buy.
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  Equipment: Zatara's sensory augmentations allow for extremely heightened sight as well as thermal vision. Her cybernetic eye contains an HUD that can give her readouts such as the state of her cybernetics, tactical planning, zooming in/out, etc Her reaction time and reflexes are slightly greater than the average humans as well as stamina, strength, and speed. Her metal appendages can withstand most gunfire but are not viable forms of shielding. Due to this, the cyborg's armor was built more to not inhibit Zatara's speed and she uses stealth and guerilla tactics opposed to outright combat.
  The armor is a pitch black matte color that provides protection for the vulnerable left side of her body as well as eliminates the reflectivity of her metallic parts as to lessen the chance of her being spotted. It possesses a camouflage feature and moderate amount of protection as far as light armor can provide. Her suit also contains tech that erases thermal and heat signatures for her person. Small pockets on each side of her outer ankle contain a combat knife in off chance of hand to hand combat or any other slicing needs. A small pack on the backside of her armor is where she holds up to 4 small explosives for handling heavy tech that refuse to be gunned down. The pack is reinforced with extra armor as to avoid getting blown up by gunfire.
  Weapons:
  MJK 09- An assault rifle which is her go to weapon and her specialty. Combined with her heightened sight, she is able to run, jump, and any other sort of maneuvering while still landing perfect shots each time. It can hold 30 rounds in each magazine.
  CRX-55 9mm Semi Automatic Pistol(2): Zatara is equipped with one of these pistols on each side of her outer thigh for easy backup and mid to close combat. Each gun contains 15 rounds.
  
  
  Other Equipment:
  Grappling Hook(1)
  Smoke Bombs (3)
  Flares (2)
  
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  If you're looking for a laugh, a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to talk to, Zatara is not your woman. The cyborg could legally be considered a mute and anyone who hasn't been forced to interact with her thinks she is. She's a great believer in "if you have nothing good to say, don't say it at all" and follows suit. Human connection simply is not interesting to her. Whether this mentality has come from her complete lack of memories or her mentality that emotions make you weak thanks to a particularly cruel mentor, it has deeply affected the girl and thrusted her into accepting the machine parts of her more than the flesh intertwined with it. As much as she pushes her human side away, it still rears its ugly head and she hates it with a passion when it does. On the extremely odd chance you make a joke or quip that somehow gets a smile or god forbid a laugh, you've not only done the impossible but have sent the cyborg on an anxious spiral of reprimanding her own brain's reactions. She wants nothing more then the calm of feeling absolutely nothing, which she was taught brings peace to an individual. Work brings such a peace, and she has made the battlefield her zen garden. There's no joy in killing for her, but there is a certain joy in having a purpose and supposedly doing right.
  Whether one of the doctors in charge of her surgery purposely reduced the memory wipe or the technology still wasn't 100% reliable when it came to such precise tasks on the human brain, some of Zatara Manoor still resurfaces time to time. Sometimes she simply refuses to listen to a superior or goes against a order and pays the price for her rash behavior that comes out of nowhere. Sometimes she dreams of a girl framed by orange that have her waking up in a cold sweat. She is in a constant battle of trying to become a machine made for battle but is reminded of her other half every time she's bleeding out on the field or feels a random swell of anger or sadness in her chest. And its starting to feel like the human part can no longer be ignored.
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  Zatara was the only child born unto Ranoke and Isabelle Manoor who were prestigious political figures and extremely respected. The Manoor name had been a name of power and status for many a century, and to be born into the family meant you had to take up the mantle and truly earn the name. Zatara was subjected to tutoring as soon as she learned to speak from star charts to etiquette. A sibling was on the way when Zatara was 6 years of age, but a freak cable car accident killed her mother and the unborn child. Isabelle was Ranoke's one true love, and the man was inconsolable for months. When he finally gathered his wits enough to see his daughter who was the spitting image of her mother minus the hair color, he became even more protective than he used to be. The girl grew up in her giant penthouse with the housekeepers and company and the only time she saw or learned about the outside world was through the giant windows and what she read during her lessons.
  Zatara grew up to be a beautiful and intelligent young woman and Ranoke's tight leash lessened as the memory of his painful loss faded. And he surely couldn't contain his headstrong and curious daughter forever. She soon began to shadow him at his assemblies and watched on as he attended his affairs as he began to mentor her in the family business.
  
  Politics was still an iniquitous line of work and despite the side of his job Ranoke showed his daughter, he had dabbled in very nefarious dealings. One of those dealings had been the reason his darling wife's "freak" accident had been the result of as a punishment. The person in fault of the crime, Victor Hald, had since fallen out of favor and lived a much more impoverished lifestyle out of the spotlight he once had, but Ranoke had bided his time and stewed in his anger the past 14 years. As he was showing Zatara the ins and outs of the honest side of his job and her future career, he was plotting a more sinister plan.
  
  It was a simple job and had gone relatively smoothly. The bomb had been quickly placed under the oncoming cable car as the Hald family approached donned in their fanciest yet worn outfits. It was foolish to repeat the same hit methods, but it was meant to be personal. And so it was. The hitman dismissed the extra body loading into the vehicle, and Zatara met the family on the platform and was loaded inside. As the younger kids played ducked around the seats playing tag and Victor and his wife tried to speak over the yelling of the children, Zatara and Victor's eldest daughter, Nia, cheekily held hands and spoke in hushed tones in the back. As the cable car neared the Answar Restaurant, the last thing Zatara saw was her date's face and a brilliant, fiery glow of orange behind her.
  
  The front half of the car completely tore off, leaving the back a smoking charred hunk of metal dangling precariously from the wire above. Victor, his wife, and the two younger children had been completely incinerated by the blast, while Zatara and Nia were still solid more or less. Emergency units got them out of the wreckage, but Nia died on the way to the infirmary. Ranoke heard news of his daughter and couldn't get there fast enough to witness his daughter's state but when he did he was ashamed and disgusted and fled to the waiting room where he remained for days until a doctor told him she was stable. Her right arm and leg were completely gone, burns covered her stomach and neck. Her right eye was a bloodshot mess while the left was bandaged. Ranoke was told she'd never see normally again if she saw at all. Ranoke fled back into the waiting room once more.
  
  When she was finally discharged, she was a phantom occupying Ranoke's daughter's body. She didn't speak or move, didn't emote or express any recognition of anything. Frustrated, Ranoke turned to cybernetics. He put major amounts of money into hiring and assembling a team of experts, and soon the prototypes were written up and the parts and materials were delivered. The surgeries were long and tedious and Ranoke bit his nails down to the bed as time wore on. When it was all said and done and the anesthesia wore off, he tentatively crept towards her to witness what he had created. It was even worse than it had been before. She had been a pathetic figment of her self before laying on the infirmary pallet, but the metallic and unfamiliar atrocity before him now was too much to bear. Nothing of her mother was left in her face. She would never be accepted in his line of work if she could even handle it. The doctors had smiled and said that she would see and speak now, but the piercing red eye that looked at him and the scarred mouth that spoke in that monotone, alien voice was a completely separate entity from the girl he raised and fathered. As she sat up, the red eye burned a hole through him with its gaze as the doctors spoke and carried out their physical exams.
  "Her reflexes are fine, much improved than before as is expected. The nerves in the left eye were too damaged to be worked on but the right one should suffice and even work better than her two normal eyes. We've noticed your hesitation, we can always modify the eye's color—" Ranoke shook his head slowly.
  "It's fine. I have one last task for you gentlemen. Wipe it's memory."
  The doctors exchanged some glances at that, and no one made a single movement or spoke until one of them finally piped up. "Sir...your daughter can have a very fruitful life. It will be very hard for her to pick up where she left off with a blank slate and I'm sure she can still perform quite well in the political field—"
  "I've made up my mind on the matter. You will erase its memory and ensure its cybernetics are appropriate for battle. She cannot bear the Manoor name in this state, so she―it will find glory in the honorable battlefield of Centrice. If you think that any enhancements can be made to ensure its capability please do so, I will be compensating you accordingly once you finish up. Thank you for your efforts." The doctors stood in silence, and Ranoke turned his back to them and left.
  
  Zatara's mind had still been foggy and her memories were fragmented even then. Even in such a state she knew what had just happened, and the doctors' looks of pity as they turned to face her. One inched closer to the anesthesia slowly, as if Zatara was going to flee like some wild animal. Would have someone else done if in the same position? Grief was heavy sensation and it was flooding her mind, prickling her throat, and stinging her eyes but she could not express it. The metallic glint of her new leg caught her eye which zoomed in with pristine clarity even in the haze she was in and she caught the reflection of herself. It was ghastly and unfamiliar and she felt repulsion swirl in her stomach. It was all too much to bear, and she didn't want to carry this with her now or for her whole life. Her father was giving her a kindness—blissful unawareness of what she used to be. She laid back down on the operation table. The old Zatara had died in that cable car.
  
  
  Zatara was outfitted with cybernetics more suited for combat and sent to the military to be trained as soon as she awoke from surgery. She was only told her first name and that was all, and it was all she needed. She ate, drank, and sweat combat and was told it was what she was created for by the cyborg mentor assigned to her. Her humanity was barely present and widely ignored and when it showed in tears or tiredness from her intense training, it was beaten and yelled away. Her training carried on for five years and bit by bit Zatara had climbed up in the ranks as she progressed, not that rank mattered to her.
  Her father had left special instructions as to not alert Zatara on her lineage or anything relating to him which had been abided by quite well thanks to the hefty sum he had charitably donated to the military. Even with Zatara being a complete disappointment and an alien to her father, he still felt guilty and heartbroken at her loss. In his final moments before succumbing to the years of depression that had never truly left him from the loss of his wife and then his baby girl, he finally allowed Zatara a small hint to her past life. Whether it was guilt that made him do it or his idea of retribution for his crimes, no one will ever know. Zatara was given her first ever letter, and soon was left reeling at the contents of the message of the official government document notifying her of her birth father's suicide.
  
  Zatara Manoor. Ranoke Manoor. She traced the names with her left hand, to feel the grooves of of the letters stamped into the paper. She didn't like feeling emotions—they crowded her head, messed with her gut and made her feel..just odd. They were "hindrances to success" as her old mentor had said many times. The way her heart was pounding faster than it had ever done in any battle she had ever fought in was enough evidence that her mentor was right. Suppress, suppress, suppress. She looked at her name once more before crumpling the document up and discarding it. It took everything in her not to run back to the wastebin and dig it out, smooth that page out and read those words over and over until she could think of nothing else and let her mind wander as to what he had been to her and how she had ended up knowing nothing except killing. For the first time ever, tears welled up in her right eye and the downpour kept coming.
  
  She wrapped everything she had felt that day up and pushed it down as she was taught. She had experienced a moment of weakness, that was all. But those words occupied her mind when she was alone and led to those same questions. She tried working her body into a fervor until she could barely limp back to the dorms but then the dreams would come, plaguing her with images of people she didn't know and places she had never seen.
  Zatara is still refusing to relate to her humanity, but she's wearing down as time passes. Sometimes she wonders what else is out there for her beyond the familiar military compound of Centrice.
  
  
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[Pilgrim59]

BELL

Heaven Sent - Hell Bent

OST: Our House

SIERRA FIVE NINER PRESENTS

• BASICS
• DOSSIER
• EQUIPMENT
• EXTRAS

• Name: Bell, Rainer F.
  
  Alias(es): N/A
  
  Age: 27
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Mutations: N/A
  
  Blood Type: O+ / OPOS
  
  Service Career: Centrice Armed Forces
  
  Allegiance: Democratic States of Centrice
  
  
• Personality:
  Calm and plain, Bell is far from a celebrated hero or detested wimp. Rather, he often finds himself to be the composed neighbor that managed to mellow out his grievances and strive to make his environment comfortable for all. While a practical Einherjar, Bell does not turn a blind eye to those in need. Rather, he believes in the means to succeed and that includes the figures of numbers beside him to realize his rationale. An accomplished jumper with a modest demeanor, Bell is a down-to-earth soul that just wishes to spend more time with genuine personnel than artificial status-chasers. Most times, others look to Bell for inspirations that he cannot help but give in dire times. This often puts him on the fence between the radical warriors and the peace advocates. All in all, if one asks him nice enough, he will more than likely share his last meal.
  
  Background:
  Little is known about Bell prior to his enlistment details, a secret that he currently has an ongoing pool for. Sadly, most of those who pitched in never made it back for Bell to actually disclose. Since boot camp, Bell earned a name for himself as the Company's "fix", usually the go-to man to procure for things or services that would otherwise be considered contrabands. Rumor has it that he used to be an information broker, but this was never confirmed, as his acquaintances are more keen on the janitor theory. Ultimately, Bell has always proved himself to be a reliable and knowledgeable man among his associates. Most of the man's intrigues often revolve around his time in training, with many mundane stories to share when his comrades needed something to keep their mind off the boring firewatch duties. Diligent with his work as he was with his pragmatic ideals while in service, Bell has always taken on the toughest jobs given unto him in hopes of inspiring his fellow troopers to do their job rather than folding into cowardice.
  
  
• Protective Posture:
  [Epsilon-11 Mk.IV] - (Sandstone)
  CAF's premier defensive armor series, designed with optimal movement and flexible load-bearing capabilities in mind. The Mk.IV has a magnetic feature which allows the operator to scale most surfaces, including zero-G maneuvers. This earlier variant of the Epsilon series, however, has limited panoramic HUD support and lacks an optical camouflage feature.
  
  Personal Defense:
  [MR5 "Hersa"]
  A modular automatic rifle that utilizes the latest recoil-mitigation technology and intermediate cartridge to provide its user with unprecedented firepower and sustained precision.
  
  [MK.57 Mute Munition]
  Smart Anti-Armor mine equipped with magnetic and infrared sensors to detect the presence of vehicles. Featuring noise-cancellation and flash-suppression technology within a limited proximity, the Mk.57 can be detonated silently to facilitate silent infiltration. Lightweight and man-portable.
  
  [Wrench]
  Despite it's intended purpose, Bell only ever used it as a last-ditch melee weapon.
  
  [FM Modules]
  Spare tools used to disarm enemy traps, cut through obstacles or perform on-field repairs without the need to return to base.
  
  [Modular Grenades]
  Ranging from lethal to screening ordnances. Their shaped-charge design allows these grenades to be fired from a designated grenade launcher or rifle muzzle-adaptor.
  
  [Field Dressing]
  Basic field dressing for quick administration.
  
  [Blockers]
  Stimulants that temporarily suppresses pain and fear receptors, designed specifically to keep an Einherjar in the fight for as long as they can without suffering functional impairment or morale loss.
  
  
• 
  N/A
  

"Mashed potatoes and mushroom gravy. Those are aight."
Bell​

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Appearance:
Name: Dmitri Borisov
Age: 32
Gender: male
Mutations: "draconis" is simply referring to a host of mutations that is surprisingly reptilian in origin it can scale from the iconic horns and eyes and tongue to reptilian limbs and complete scale coverage. In dimitri's case it's fairly extensive. In addition there sense are a little better then a normal human overall but more tuned to a specific purpose, horns able to detect changes in wind and temperature as well as pits under the eyes to allow for thermal vision. All data feed into there brain that itself serves as a targeting computer for they are able to spit a corrosive bile natural and such additions are beneficial even more so now With blades as when paired with a targeting computer the results are devastation.

Personality: Dmitri despite Being form a noble family is hardly cocky care and considerate is better to describe him having heard enough stories of blades falling due to overconfidence instead preferring slow and methodical such an approach has blend into how Dmitri acts, speaking against brash and hurried actions of a more methodical approach can be taken. He does find joy in shell a target till it’s nothing but dust though.

Background: Borisov noble family have had a long history with blades, famed for their seemingly unnatural ability to hit stuff, and Dimitri was no exception whatsoever him as his sister both having an even more natural nack for it then others in the family quickly getting access and given the honour to pilot the families greatest blade models the Galiron unfortunately for Dimitri he'd see his sisters death at the hands of some stupid rebels that got their hands on Anti-blade ordinance cockiness and a sureness that she was invincible proved to be her down fall this changed dmitri's personality greatly.. and thats the man you see today
Blade:
full blade: "Galiron" class ordinance platform

Looks like a giant crab with gubs strapped to it it comes with a a very powerful targeting computer and various auxiliary systems to keep the pilot alive and comfortable

Weaponry
M.O.D.S (multiplepurpose ordinance deployment system)
The MODS is a modular weapons platform consisting of 4 cannons that can be swapped out for 2 larger ones of needed. And carries a variety of different shells form HE to AP and anti-personal cluster mine launchers. You name it this thing can fire it. It uses a specialised lunching system to allow for veritable ordnance speeds so it can function like a mortar or a direct fire weapon
P.D.L.R
point defence laser array nuff said why not shoot your enemies shot out of the sky

claws: just in case any blades decide melee would be a good idea the huge armor crushing claws of galiron put that confidence to the test


Extra: the galiron is accompanied by lightly armed general purpose drones called retainers at dimitris requires being a retrofit to the standard design mostly for fending off anyone who tries to scale the galiron and repeat what happend to his sister

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Name: Dimitri Grigoryevich Zimanov
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Mutations: Panthera mutation refers to a genetic quirk where the host displays feline features like enhanced eyesight, cat-like ears, and a tail. In addition to physical mutations, their reflexes and balance are improved along with their ability to withstand the cold. In more serious cases, their entire body will be covered in fur. In Dimitri's case, careful genetic planning and tweaking done by the Royal Physician had ensured his physical mutations are limited to his ears and tail while keeping the enhanced senses and resistance to cold.

Personality: Being from the colony planet of Ursus, Dimitri is like most Ursusians, very private and emotionally detached. What is odd about him is his willingness to directly mingle with the common populace and is known to even uplift promising or talented Ursus peasants to Squires, a rarity among the strict caste system within the Dominion. This earned him the moniker of the People's Prince. Outwardly he's a firm believer in social Darwinism but his belief in that anyone capable should be given power despite their status runs counter to that. He fostered this belief following the Tunguska Trials and the hypocrisy he observed during it and his Father's reaction to the whole thing.

As a leader, he is firm but fair, rewarding those who performed well and punishing those who failed him. No matter their status, his punishments are equal with him even sentencing people from influential Noble families the same punishments he dispenses on peasant infantry. That includes capital punishment, a very heavy punishment to deal onto a Noble but he believes that all crimes are equal and one's standing shouldn't allow another to escape it.

In his private moments, he's a very loving person and is very close to his fiancee and his half-siblings. Other than his family, he's very close with his main confidants and closest friends, Sir Artyom Pyotr Tchaikovsky, the Shield of Ursus, and Lady Aliya Roza Shina, the Spear of Ursus.

Background: Born into the Zimanov royal family, Dimitri's life was already set for a life of leading the people of the planet Ursus. What is expected of most royalty in the Dominion with a minor exception, he had to survive the Tunguska Trials. Tsar Agafon ordered Dimitri, then aged 15, and his other 14 siblings and half-siblings to essentially battle it out for the right to be Tsesarevich. After the longest 4 days, he emerged the victor with the only 2 of his half-siblings surviving the ordeal. That event harshly impacted his personality and he became a very private and emotionally detached person.

Before his crowning as the Tsesarevich, Dimitri went through military training as a Blade pilot. His experiences during the Tunguska Trails easily made him pass the physical portions of training but he had minor issues in the leadership portions of being a military officer. It was then that he met the two people who would be be his future confidants, Artyom Pyotr Tchaikovsky and Aliya Roza Shina, a pair of fledgling Bogatyrs from Ursus Nobility. Their companionship and advice helped rebuild Dimitri's confidence and made him sociable enough to serve as an Officer. By the end of the 3 years, the three were as close as siblings with the two of them a common sight in the Royal Palace by Dimitri's side.

Following his crowning as the Tsesarevich, he was given official command of the Okhotnik Blades, a battalion of pilots and marksmen specializing in recon and artillery support. Their first deployment was the suppression of a separatist movement on a fledgling colony. Within 4 months, the Okhotnik Blades managed to drive them to a single town and shelled the survivors into oblivion. The surviving rebel leaders were executed and had their bodies preserved as trophies to display on Ursus. The swift and merciless actions done by the Okhotnik Blades sealed their reputation as an efficient and unfeeling fighting force with no moral quandaries on using their own allies as bait.

Following their debut deployment, they would find themselves shipped from region to region for Peacemaking Duties for a period of 5 years before their triumphant return to Ursus. They would then serve as military advisors and as an OPFOR unit for the Dominion Armed Forces' training purposes. It was during this time that he was engaged with the eldest daughter of a high ranking Noble within the Ursus Council, a Polianitsa named Ekaterina Grigoryevna Samusenko.

Blade:

Spoiler: TX-86[C] Grom - Kladenets

Designation: TX-86[C] Grom "Kladenets"
Type: Long Range Artillery Type Blade
Weaponry:
x1 Samosek Linear Railgun
x1 Tyulpan 150mm rotary cannon
x4 Grad Missile pods
x4 Shilka 20mm CIWS

Extra:

Spoiler: Half-Blades & Blades

Designation: TX-73[M] Katyusha
Type: Scout Type Half-Blade
Weaponry:
x2 Grad Missile Pods
x2 Sparka 12.7mm gunpods

Designation: TX-79[C] Kopye
Type: Rapid Assault Type Half-Blade
Weaponry:
x2 Grom Missile Pods
x2 75mm autocannons
x2 60mm mortars
x2 Shilka 20mm CIWS

Designation: TX-85[R] Groza
Type: Long Range Bombardment Type Blade
Weaponry:
x1 Samosek [P] Linear Railgun
x2 Sparka 12.7mm gunpods
x2 Shilka 20mm CIWS

Spoiler: Misc Vehicles

Designation: Kot
Type: Scout Bike
Weaponry: NIL

Designation: Medved
Type: APC
Weaponry:
x1 Mounted 12.7mm HMG
x1 Smoke dispenser

Designation: Lev
Type: MBT
Weaponry:
x1 Sovnya Railguns
x1 Mounted 12.7mm HMG
x1 Co-Axial 7.62mm MG

Designation: Vorobey
Type: SPAAG
Weaponry:
x4 Shilka 20mm CIWS
x4 Bardiche Anti-Air Missile Launcher

Spoiler: Small Arms

Designation: Arbalet
Type: Linear Sniper Rifle - 12.7mm


Designation: Garpun
Type: Battle Rifle - 7.62mm

Designation: Vspyshka
Type: SMG - 10mm

Designation: Molotok
Type: Shotgun - 12 guage



Designation: Gvozd
Type: Hangun - 10mm

 

[YsFanatic]

Name: Jaste Soolish
Appearance: Despite his young age Jaste has already gone bald much like his father and grandfather did. Otherwise he retains a youthful appearance made muscular and tanned by years of construction work, both in a construction mech and also on foot with the rest. Since being recruited into the military he typically just wears a standard Blade pilot’s uniform, though noticeably it lacks any markings of a House or rank.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Mutations: Due to his world being one with a thin atmosphere, the people there tend to have more efficient pulmonary and cardiovascular systems that allow them to provide their bodies with enough oxygen to function properly. In addition they trend towards being a bit shorter than the Dominion average and some have a more barrel shaped torso for larger than normal lungs.

Personality: Jaste has spent most of his life as an optimistic and happy person, but the last couple of years have worn on him and caused him to become disillusioned with the nobility. However, he can’t fathom the Centrice way of doing things being any better so he puts up with the bullshit of his superiors despite the cost to himself. Even with that intellectual understanding, he’s naturally not happy with his situation, and combining that with the stress of being in a war has left him rather apathetic about most things.

Background: Jaste’s childhood was rather normal for someone growing up on a fringe world of the Dominion. Perhaps owing to being on the frontier, the Thralls there enjoyed more freedoms compared to many other worlds, so long they kept up with their taxes. The trade off was that they lacked a number of the modern luxuries enjoyed by those deeper in the Dominion, but that didn’t bother Jaste. He had friends, a good job piloting one of the only construction mechs on the planet, and an otherwise stable life until a powerful earthquake struck the region, decimating several towns and killing his parents. Despite the grief he felt at his loss, he kept working for the sake of the others who had suffered from the disaster, his piloting skills being crucial to the reconstruction effort.

However, he would come to regret those skills. Seeking to offer even more forces to the war effort than they had already done while also looking for ways to keep the masses compliant, the nobility approached Jaste with an ‘offer’ that he wasn’t allowed to refuse. They would have him, a commoner, become a pilot of a Partial Blade and join the war effort to become a symbol of hope to the other Thralls that it is indeed possible to improve your station. But it became rather clear to Jaste early on that it was nothing more than a ploy to get people to sign up for the war, often becoming nothing more than disposable infantry, while he was given a disposable machine that wouldn’t be missed should it be lost in combat. Only he didn’t die like they expected, instead surviving numerous battles and becoming known to the common people on worlds beyond just his own.

Thus the nobles of several worlds worked together to increase his value as a piece of propaganda, getting him a newer Partial Blade tailored for his use and organizing a series of events that could be recorded for later broadcast. The ploy worked and before long there was a surge in recruitment, confirming that their investment was worth it. However, despite his value to the nobles, he was never given any real respect or authority by his commanders or his so called ‘peers’ amongst the other pilots.

Blade: Partial Blade “Sunburst”



General
While the Sunburst boasts high performance and adaptability, it was carefully engineered so that it could never beat out a noble’s machine in their chosen specialty. Despite that, its above average speed and modular equipment setup allows it to handle a much wider variety of situations than most other Partial Blades, traits that have served Jaste well in the time since he was given it. The giant ‘C’ painted on its shoulder is to mark its pilot as being a commoner.

Hardpoints
Right Arm - Machine Gun: Basic weapon geared for short range combat against infantry and light vehicles, though sustained barrages against a single location can be dangerous against heavier armor as well.

Left Arm - Grenade Launcher: Flexible weapon system able to fire a variety of different shells, including fragmentation and incendiary rounds and more utility based ones such as deployable sensor pods and smoke grenades.

Right Shoulder - Empty: Currently does not mount any equipment in order to keep the Partial Blade’s weight down.

Left Shoulder - Missile Launcher: Capable of firing a number of guided missiles, this is the default long range and anti-armor weapon for the Sunburst. However, ammo is limited.

Support - Guidance Countermeasures: Small devices mounted on the sides of the shoulders capable of spitting out flares and various kinds of sensor decoys with the purpose of disrupting guided missiles and various kinds of target locks against the Sunburst.

Auxiliary - Empty: This point on the back of the Partial Blade and is meant for support equipment such as external ammo storage, land mine dispensers, carry pod for an infantry team when APCs are not practical, or any number of other things. Currently empty for the reduced weight.