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Jun 24, 2013 5:46 PM
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| //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: (see Info Thread) Division: (predetermined by class choice, see Info Thread) Name: (First "nickname if desired" Last) Race: (see Info Thread for list) Age: (20 on up) Gender: (Male, Female, other if applicable... like a Chlorokin) Class: (see Info Thread for list) Weaponry: (limit of 4 weapons) AI Partner: (if applicable) Psyche Evaluation: This is where you can have fun, instead of a traditional bio/personality... you include an interview with your chara and a military psychologist. You can have as many or few questions as you want, just make the questions show your chara's bio/personality in the answers. Appearance: Must be releveant to race! Stats: (The higher your Stats in one category, the more Skills you have available... see Info Thread for details) Strength- Accuracy- Kinesis- Endurance- Agility- Intelligience- Mods- //END// |
Gibz0maticJun 25, 2013 4:37 PM
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Jun 24, 2013 6:43 PM
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| 1.) COMPLETE //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: Commander (CMD) Division: First Division Name: Jasper "Machine" Lovecraft Race: Human Age: 23 Gender: Male Class: Specialist Weaponry: 2 retractable wrist blades and 2 SMGs (both are concealed in his cyborg arms) AI Partner: A female AI named "Nurse" who monitors updates Jasper's Mods on the fly Psyche Evaluation: //START RECORDING// Psychologist: "So CMD Lovecraft... what can you tell me about yourself?" Lovecraft: "Hmmm... let's see, I was born on a colony world on the fringes of Alliance space" P: "Were you a happy child?" L: "Dunno, can't remember... Marabounta swarmed and ate the place" P: "Marabounta? In Alliance Space?" L: "Why not? That's where all the food is" P: "Food?" L: *points to self* "Yeah... food" P: "Oh God..." L: "No, no God was present that day... just the Devil's favorite demons" P: "So that means your body.." L: "... Wasn't voluntary procedure? Nope, by the time 2nd Division units showed up most of me was in the mouth of the bug... the rest was on the ground being trampled on. The part on the ground was all that they recovered of me" P: "Ummm... let's move on, so the Mods on your body. How much work has been done?" L: "What hasn't been done? I have it all: CAPP, SFNDEI, FMPTM, and CCOM" P: "Don't all those have some of the worst side effects? particularly... mental ones?" L: "Perhaps, I guess one needs to be a little nuts in order to be a Helljumper" P: "Ah yes, Helljumper... I see you're in the 1st Division, a Specialist to be exact... how did you make Commander so young?" L: "Shit happens when your on the frontlines, Heroes rise and fall as you need them" P: "Do you consider yourself then one of those Heroes?" L: "Hell no, Heroes are the ones that DON'T come home, Heroes are the ones that leave widows and children grieving" P: "I see... on that subject do you have any family?" L: "If the military wanted its men to have a family, they would issue us one like a pair of my boots" P: "So you don't want the love of family" L: "A machine doesn't need love" P: "But you are not a machine, you are a man" L: "Think about what you said for a minute and ask me about this some other time doc" //END OF RECORDING// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 5 Accuracy- 5 Kinesis- 5 Endurance- 10 Agility- 20 Intelligience- 5 Mods- 20 //END// 2.) COMPLETE //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: Lieutenant Commander (LTC) Division: Third Division Name: Atlas "Frogger" Aquaria Race: Nautilite Age: 20 Gender: Male Class: Engineer Weaponry: Plasma Pistol with scope attachment and silencer heat sink for reactor core, Modded Grenades (Everything from EMP to Incendiary), his gloves are outfitted with an EMP touch, and his visor allows faster inforation processing. AI Partner: a female voice he refers to as 'Muse Vessel'. Whatever he can't remember she remembers for him, if he can't get something done fast enough she makes him go faster. She is but a tool to him, nothing more... but she sometimes comes across of her needing him more than he needs her Psyche Evaluation: //START RECORDING// Doctor: Good evening LTC Aquaria Aquaria: Indeed... it is a fine evening isn't it? *to himself "Muse, did you finish with the diagnostic? Good, we need to finish the revamp on the schematics on the..."* D: ... right, let's start from the beginning then! Tell me of your childhood. A: Childhood? D: Yes. A: Didn't have one, didn't have time. Too busy learning. With natural heightened kinesis came natural heightened intelligience. Recruited by ASC at young age. Put to work on single project. Finished it and was bored. They gave me second one and third one. Finished them too. Rinse, cycle, and repeat. Trained as a Medical Officer, proficient in treating both organic and CAPP damages and injuries. Spent life in lab and in combative training as well. Refined kinesis as a tool. A weapon. Necessary now for all my tasks. *"Muse run those numbers again, power output is too low and core is unstable. Reconfigure and balance."* D: I'm afraid I don't understand... can you remove the visor please? Its hard to complete a proper interview with talking to your... A: I thought you read my file? *""Muse upload now. I'll work on it now."* D: Pardon? A: Your loss then. Visor necessary, must continue research and tests. AI 'Muse Vessel' and visor aids in multitasking and organizing data. Minds are like servers. Mine happens to be overclocked and needs help balancing *sips coffee* *"Muse open file A3756584051"* D: How did you do that? A: Hm? D: You sipped coffee using Kinesis... that kind of fine motor work is amazing A: Practice and practicality doctor. In the lab I'm like my own planet. Objects circle and orbit. Helps with the 'overclocking'. *"Muse freeze. Enhance. Rotate 70 degrees. Explode view. Replace part 713-A with 637-K. Save.* D: Are you... how is this possible, being a genius I understand, being a talented kinetic I understand. But do you even qualify as being a simple Nautilite anymore? A: Good question Doctor. Will research and revise at later date. Meanwhile, must consult new data... *"Muse..."* D: By the way... what project are you working on? A: Hm? Oh, the Reactor for the A-Project's Ship... those 'Engineers' are amatuers D: What how do you know about the A-Project? That's top secret! You aren't part of the team! A: I am now Doctor, I know that's what this interview is for... a recruitment D: What? How... A: Easy, I used Psychometry when I shook your hand and learned of this... then Muse and I hacked the ASC mainframe in about 4.3 seconds, and then I discovered flaws in the Reactor... D: Oh God... A: Nope, no God. Only genius Doctor... pure genius. //END OF RECORDING// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 5 Accuracy- 5 Kinesis- 20 Endurance- 10 Agility- 10 Intelligience- 20 Mods- 0 //END// 3.) Incomplete... //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: Division: Name: Race: Age: Gender: Class: Weaponry: Psyche Evaluation: //START RECORDING// [DATA CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE] //END OF RECORDING// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 20 Accuracy- 15 Kinesis- 0 Endurance- 20 Agility- 10 Intelligience- 5 Mods- 0 //END// |
Gibz0maticJul 15, 2013 5:56 PM
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Jun 25, 2013 8:56 AM
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| [One] Rank: Lieutenant Commander (LTC) Division: Fourth Division Name: Heia "Ey" Amsel Race: Aerie Age: 28 Gender: Female Class: Saboteur Weaponry: Various plasma knives, an extensible claymore-styled sword (she wears it in the form of just the handle stuck in a pouch worn on her lower back, together with all other weaponry), hand grenades, a scalpel. AI Partner: A male AI unit which goes by the name of "Engel". He constantly keeps an eye on Heia's emotional and physical status, as well as storing data, whether it is useful or not. This data is in fact a mere snapshot-like standstill of all fragments that compose Ey's memory. The lieutenant enjoys his husky voice, claiming (teasingly [?]) that he sounds like a heavy smoker. Psyche Evaluation: The doors open as soon as Ey steps within the sensor's radius. The white-haired woman holds no expression on an unblemished, pale face. A human woman with wavy brown hair caught in a loose ponytail fixes her glasses, green eyes welcoming and warm behind them; as soon as she notices her patient, she smiles. She wears a red dress, and a doctor's white coat atop it. Ey blinks, owlishly, flexing the muscles of her back and allowing her tense shoulders to slouche. The lieutenant seems unsure as she seats herself on an armchair facing the shrink. Her purple suit has a turtle neck, zipped straight from waist-up to the end of the collar; it is sleeveless and backless, and long fingerless gloves hide the other reminder of her ancestry. The dread in the white-haired Aerie's eyes does not go unnoticed by the psychiatrist. Doctor: "Hello. I am Anya DiLuce, the psychiatric examiner you were assigned to." Ey: "Lieutenant Commander Heia Amsel." The doctor laughs. Doctor: "I knew that~! Though it is good to see you are well-mannered." Ey: "..." Doctor: "I have been looking through your records a good deal of time, Ms. Amsel. I must say I am impressed." Ey: "...thank you." Doctor: "I have also been saddened." The young woman blinks. Ey: "May I inquire as to why?" Doctor: "Your past on Khione is not exactly..." Ey: "Normal?" The female Aerie blinks owlishly. Doctor: "Indeed. An orphan child used as a lab experiment. The procedures they performed on you at such a tender age endangered your existence." Ey: "...it is not like anyone would have missed me, Doctor." Doctor: "I will have to be blunt and say that perhaps your statement is correct. It makes the Gehenna Facility's acts no less excusable, however." Ey: "Orphan children have always been experimented on throughout all planets of the Alliance. I can understand why you deem the survivors of these experiments...mentally unstable." Anya nods. Doctor: "Your behavior has also been noted to lean towards that, Ms. Amsel." Ey: "I am aware of that." Doctor: "Could you please describe the situation to me, Ms. Amsel?" Ey: "...please address me as Heia." Doctor: "Alright~ But you will have to call me Anya." Heia smiles, subtly, before nodding. She folds her hands in her lap, licking her drying lips. Ey: "My first memories go back as far as to when I was aged four, four and a half or so. I remember men and women in pristine coats and odd gleams in their eyes. They never touched us unless we were taken for so-called "examinations"...but when they did, they held no mercy." Doctor: "Ah~. I understand now why you had such a sour mood when you entered the room." Ey: "...some things never go away. Like the nightmares and a slight fear of hospitals. Psychotic tendecies to go in a berserk state. Socipathism. The inability to interact with other humanoid beings on a social level..." She pauses. Ey: "There was one doctor, however, that was never brutal and did her best to soothe us. Her name was Unn Be'El. It suited her, if I may say...She is the reason why we escaped the Facility." Doctor: "Your records state that she contaminated all medics, after making sure all children were given an immunity vacine." Ey: "Aye. She infected them with a virus she had made herself." Heia's eyes are suddenly glazed. Doctor: "...what hapened to her?" Ey: "She was killed. Or so state the files I was able to find. I hope that she simply disappeared from the public scene." Doctor: "I see. Sore subject, forgive me." Ey: "You have nothing to apologize for, Do-...Anya." The examiner smiles. Doctor: "I will not ask you to reproduce the experiments they performed on you personally, although your medical record states that was the time when you were..."given" SFNDEI. Were your kinetic abilities present or forced to life?" Ey: "They were present. All orphans implicated in the Omega Project were posessing kinetic abilities of varying levels. I was amongst the strongest of the children, unfortunately for me." Doctor: "Unfortunately?" Ey: "Aye. Gehenna's purpose was to create soldiers. Project Alpha was meant to create brute-force warriors; the children from that wing were so scarred by the abuse of FMPTM and CCOM you could barely recognize them. Needless to say, the modifications had a very low rate of success...Project Beta Children were trained to be expert in weapon combat, and they had the easiest life and overall training program. Delta Project's records were all deleted, and Dr. Be'El refused to tell me what that branch was to be used for...all children involved in it died. I am personally assuming that the project was abandoned and then the Omega branch was born as a replacement. They probably went easier on us...These experiments of the Research Facility, you see...At the time, Khione was still at war with Hestia. They wanted to enchace the army." Doctor: "By creating children-soldiers that were perfectly unknown..." Ey: "Aye. We had no names, no families, no past, no future. We couldn't be tracked or reported missing, we couldn't be mourned or blackmailed into treason. We only had ourselves and were strictly forbidden all social interaction or contact." Anya clears her throat, letting an after-silence implement for a short while. Doctor: "That would explain your lack of social skill and solitary attitude. Your files also state you are very fond of your AI unit, Engel." Ey: "Yes. He is something - someone - I can count on regardless of what happens to me. A partner in the truest sense of the word. And when I'll go down, he will go down with me." Doctor: "Are you expecting death?" Ey: "Sooner or later. If I don't die while on a mission, I will one day die of old age. My only regret is that I won't, probably, die on Khione." Doctor: "Do you love your homeland?" Ey: "More than I should. The mountains that reach toward the sky...you see, I had no name for a long while. Until I was nearly ten and Unn freed us. She was the one who first took me to see the highest mountain Khione has. She also gave me the name of Heia to replace my identification code. She said all people need one, and I liked it and thus did not argue." Doctor: "How about the surname, then? I'm highly positive it has origins in Gaea." Ey: "Positive. It is a Gaean surname from old, old times. It means blackbird." Doctor: "It doesn't really fit your white hair." Ey: "Nay, it doesn't. But it reminds me of Doctor Unn. Her capilar plummage was black." Doctor: "Does Heia have a meaning, as well?" Ey: "It means beautiful feathers."  ~ Strength: 10 ~ Accuracy: 5 ~ Kinesis: 15 points ~ Endurance: 5 ~ Agility: 10 ~ Intelligence: 15 points ~ Mods: 10 [Two] Rank: Commander (CMD) Division: Third Division Name: Caroline "Skelle" Brennan Race: Human Age: 36 Gender: Female Class: Engineer Weaponry: a SMG incorporated in her right arm, a dagger she wears tied to her belt, a riffle, various hand-grenades. AI Partner: A male AI unit named "Azazel" that she has built with her own hands. He monitors and repairs her system using nano-bots that circulate throughout her body via her veins; he assists and can hack about anything by himself; he has a sharp, sarcastic tongue. Azazel often reprimands Caro for her own cussing habit in spite of the fact he is a swearholic individual himself. Unlike normal AI units, he is implemented directly in Caroline's body. Psyche Evaluation: Soft padding on white granite tiles: Thud, thud, thud. A strange-looking woman opens a sturdy, heavy oak door, entering into a medical cabinet. The room is spacious - perhaps the white everything is adding to the illusion. Sparse; that's how the woman would describe the furnishing of the room. A single, low, round, medium coffee table rests in the center. Two hovering, plush armchairs - too much white, god-fucking-damn-it! - rest on either side, one facing front the ceiling-high wide, triple window panels, while the other has its' back to it. The doctor is seated in the one facing front. Without waiting for permission, she seats herself in the free one. The soft light streaming through the transparent glass behind her makes her frame glow ethereally. The white-clad doctor gives her a dirty, condescending look. The woman smirks, reaching in her jeans' pocket and whipping out a pack of cigars. She lights one with the tip of her finger. Caroline: "Somethin' wrong, doc?" she inquires, puffing a cloud of nicotine smoke towards the man. He fixes his glasses in obvious annoyance. Doctor: "Besides your attitude? Nothing, Commander." The woman's smirk seems only to grow at the sight of his sneer. She puffs out another cloud of smoke through her nostrils. Caroline: "Watch yer tongue, doc. Or you might just lose it." The gleam in her eyes is maniacal. The man swallows audibly, and loosens his tie. The room seemed suddenly stuffy. Caroline: "Now, can we get this shit goin'? I've got places ta be." Doctor: "R-right. I assume you know why you are here?" Caroline: "Yeah yeah. They want a recording of my life an' a psychiatric evaluation of my brain. Like they don't know I'm a nutcase." Doctor: "To start this formally...I am dr. Johann Gracechurch. Your psychiatrist." Caroline: "And I'm Cmd. Caroline Brennan, nicknamed Skelle. I'd say it's a pleasure ta meet'cha, but I ain't a liar." The doctor gulped again, his Adam's apple bobbing up violently. Doctor: "R-right...tell me about yourself, Commander." Caroline: "Alr'ght. I'm turning thirty-six this July, though I don't look it. I have an younger brother and I hold the rank of Commander for a couple of years now." Doctor: "...I'm going to need more details, m-ma'am." The woman laughed bitterly. Caroline: "Should I start with my childhood? I was born from a drug dealer and a prostitute. They weren't even married. I doubt they woulda've stood together if shit didn't happen and he didn't knock 'er up. I guess people should really buy better condoms. Many society drop-outs and psychos wouldn't be born if horny dawgs weren't so fucking cheap..." Doctor: "Your childhood must have been harsh, I take it?" The woman's laughter booms, bitter and cold. Humorless. She stuck the ignited end of the cigar in-between two of her fingers, snuffing out the cancer stick. Caroline: "You could say I was happy, for a while. My lil brother, Jacob, was my soul and my reason to hold on when shit went down." Doctor: "...?" Caroline: "The old cocksucker whose sperm made me up entered the danger zone known as financial failure. We were neck-deep in shit and money debts. So, when ma's hooker job wasn't enough anymore, he begun to sell me alongside her. You'd be surprised how much some are willing to pay for a fifteen years ol' virgin." the woman looks wistful, as she lights another cigar. Doctor: "Oh...Oh my..." Caroline: "God? Don't pray to him. He's just a cruel observer. Sadistic bastard, if you ask me. Now, where was I...? Oh, yes, the prostitution. My first job, and the thing that ultimately lead to my ruin. But we'll get to that later...A year after I had my cherry popped and too many customers to keep account, the money me and ma made were suddenly not enough any longer." The doctor blinks, gesturing for the woman to continue. She closes her eyes, letting silence stretch as she finishes her second cancer stick. She ignites a third. Caroline: "My brother was seven at the time. People on this rotten Earth and throughout the universe have odd, sickening fetishes, as you must be aware thanks ta your profession." Doctor: "Oh Lord - please don't tell me that..." Caroline: "Aye. The cocksucker sold off my brother to some fucking pedophiles. And I couldn't do jack to help him. It was one of the few times when I have felt utterly useless in my entire life - watching him getting raped by three men...they don't even deserve the title of man! while I myself was..." She shudders violently, stopping mid-sentence. She inhales strongly, taking a long drag from the brown cigar stuck in-between her green-glossed lips. Exhaling the smoke, she closes her eyes, voice suddenly soft. Caroline: "I left that life behind a few months later. Before the night when we would have had to put on a family show." Doctor: "...do I even want to know what you mean?" Caroline: "You probably don't. But I ain't got a choice 'sides from tellin' ya, now do I? The four of us...that damned cocksucker included, were scheduled to have a fuckfest so he could make money off of us. Family show, don'tcha say." Doctor: "...what happened next?" Caroline: "I ran away. I grabbed Jacob and ran. Ran and exchanged trains and buses and any vehicle I could access until I was on the other side of the country. So no one could find me and Jacob any longer. So no one could hurt us anymore. But the damage was done. He was afraid of his own shadow and I...I was pregnant. When I missed my cycle a second time, I fuckin' knew. One of the clients knocked me up. And, I had a breakdown. I couldn't take the shock - pregnant at sixteen with a client? It gave me a headache. The deja-vu was so fucking strong. I kept telling myself I ain't my mother! I ain't my mother! I AIN'T MY MOTHER!" she trembles, sticking another cigar in-between her lips. Her eyes open, and they're glassy. "I've lit myself on fire." The coffee cup the doctor was sipping from falls, porcelain meeting granite and breaking, black-brown spilling and marring the white. The commander smiles. Caroline: "The burns were too bad. I wasn't going to make it. So, considering me a lost cause, they signed me up without my consent for a full-prosthesis project. They took advantage of my comma to rip everything that made me, well, me. Literally ripped...heh heh heh. When I woke up on a bright, annoying sunny mornin', I found out I have been sleeping for two long years. My child didn't make it...but I did. I woke up to find out the only thing in me that is still human is my brain. My bones were present, as well; heavily modified to support my new body. Everything else was artificial, sturdy; my brain had been infused to keep up with the new body - to enhance me. I needed to be faster, stronger, smarter, in order to work properly and then some. This new body was metallic for the most part. They've covered my bones with titanium instead of flesh; and they wrapped it up with man-made skin. Twenty times as thick and twenty times more resistant than human one. Fake organs that can never fall ill or malfunction were set in my ribcage and lower. I am fed like a human, yet am everything but. I don't have any woman qualities anymore; as sterile as they come. I wouldn't be able to give birth, anyhow, because this metal body wouldn't allow dilatation or any caesarean operation. At least I don' have ta bear with a cycle any longer, though. And I still can get the hype from smokin', so all is fine with me..." She stops, reaching for a cup of coffee on the table and drinking it up. Caroline: "The doctors were extremely pleased with how I turned out. It cost them tons of money, but it worked! Eheh...after my personal doc gave me the thumbs-up, I stole all blueprints of my system. Nothin' like me will ever be made again. And the first thing I did once I was in full control of myself? Went to the place where I've left my brother. He wasn't there any longer. A neighbor told me that the quiet child with sad eyes had disappeared after I..." she stops abruptly, her eyes popping open, back to herself. "I enrolled the military, hoping that through some miracle I'd be able to track and find my brother. I did. And, I wish I hadn't." The woman briefly pauses. Caroline: "He couldn't recognize me - and I don't blame him. I had been gone for so long - so long - and suddenly this machine turns up to the asylum he's been locked in and claims she is his sister? The loving sister who fished him outta hell? I couldn't even hug him properly. Jacob has always been a skinny las; skeletons run in the family, you see. But now? He was downright anorexic. I almost couldn't bear lookin' at him. I didn't even know I could cry with that body until I had him gathered in my arms. And then it seemed to click for Jacob, too. I took him out of there once more. We're mental, aye, but I ain't lettin' my brother in a fucking asylum. With the money I made as a soldier, the more I breezed through the ranks, it was enough to support the both of us. And now he's makin' me proud, although the monsters from the past still haunt him at night." She snuffed out the cigarette, her eyes meeting the doctor's. Caroline: "Anything else you need to know?" Doctor: "No. You're free to go, Commander." Caroline: "I was always free ta do so, las."  ~ Strength: 5 ~ Accuracy: 10 ~ Kinesis: 0 ~ Endurance: 5 ~ Agility: 10 ~ Intelligence: 20 ~ Mods: 20 BOTH ARE APPROVED |
AngelicXIJul 2, 2013 9:27 AM
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Jun 25, 2013 6:12 PM
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| //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: W/O Division: First Division Name: Gunn "Grave Meister" Heinzman Race: Flameleon Age: 22 Gender:Male Class: Trooper Weaponry: Plasma Sword, Plasma Knife, Plasma Lance, SMG AI Partner: Female AI known as "Q" that monitors his mods and emotion, and Physical statuses Psyche Evaluation: Doc: "I'm your psyche evalator, Gunn "Grave Meister" Heinzman" Gunn: "Alright" Doc: "Tell me how you got your robotic Spine, that i see noted in your file" Gunn: "Got it during a training mission where my buddy let me slip and fall" Doc: "Do you hold that against him?" Gunn: "No, as for he died on a mission where i saw it happen" Doc: "Hmmm, interesting, so How did you find yourself here?" Gunn: "Through being a child soldier" Doc: "How about what you think your temperament is?" Gunn: "Hehe, Don't be on the other side of my lance, but other than that im laid back i just get a bit of blood thirst on the battle field" Doc: "So how did you get your nickname Grave Meister? Gunn: "By beign the best in my platoon when fighting, it stuck" Doc: "Alright, how do you like being away from your home world?" Gunn: "I'm fine with it i actually prefer it as i can get sleep whenever" Doc: "Well i believe This concludes the Eval" Gunn: " Thank you for taking your time to eval me Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 15 Accuracy- 5 Kinesis- 5 Endurance- 15 Agility- 20 Intelligience- 5 Mods- 5 //END// APPROVED |
KahmuJun 29, 2013 12:59 PM
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Jun 26, 2013 11:15 PM
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| One: Rank: Warrant Officer (W/O) Division: Fourth Division Name: Caithe "K" Sylvari Race: Chlorokin Age: 25 Gender: Currently female Class: Agent Weaponry: dual plasma daggers, a plasma pistol, a plasma SMG AI Partner: An advanced, multi-purpose, custom male AI named "Glyph" who keeps track of Caithe's physical and mental stress levels, administers meds built into her suit to attempt to correct any anomalies, assists in hacking, navigation, and driving of vehicles, takes care of her day-to-day activities such as paying bills and scheduling appointments, and monitors, records, stores, and organizes terabytes of data on the side. Psyche Evaluation: //THIS IS AN EYES-ONLY AUDIO TRANSCRIPT FOR ONLY THE EYES OF ADMIRAL SUN TZU OF THE ASC PRIMO VICTORIA// //START TRANSMISSION// Doctor: Please note that this conversation is being recorded and will be analyzed in depth later on. Caithe: Sure, no problem. Doctor: Okay... It says here that as a child you were... captured in a raid by slavers on //CLASSIFIED// and your parents murdered in front of your eyes. I imagine that must have been hard for you. Caithe: Well, at the time I really didn't have much time to get emotional because I was forced into hard labor and mentally and physically abused on a daily basis. Doctor: ... I see... I'm sorry to hear that... Caithe: There's no need to apologize, you had nothing to do with it. Doctor: Very well, I redact my previous comment... //NOTE: Doctor clears throat.// It seems as though you got your revenge rather quickly as less than a year later there was mass chaos in that camp and the Alliance military promptly showed up. Would you care to elaborate on this? Caithe: Well, even as a child, I was gifted with kinesis and a way with machines and electronics so, I slowly but surely gathered dirt on all of the people in charge through various means, then spread it amongst the camp, and tampered with the camp's security systems. During all the chaos, I snuck into the comm room, hacked into the comm relay, and broadcast an automated high-level distress call to the Alliance ship, //CLASSIFIED//. The Helljumpers landed, quickly took out the leftover slavers, collected all the slaves, and were called heroes; done deal. Doctor: Yes, and when you were soon found out to be the mastermind behind the entire thing you were recruited into the program, //CLASSIFIED//, where you //CLASSIFIED, INFORMATION REDACTED BY HIGH COMMAND// //NOTE: Warrant Officer Caithe Sylvari purposefully leaked classified information for reasons unknown. Warrant Officer Caithe Sylvari has been reprimanded accordingly.// Caithe: I cannot comment on the existence or non-existence of such an organization. I can say that I did undergo some kind of military training, however I cannot say what kind of training it may or may not have been. Doctor: Very well... Why do I get the feeling that I'll be transferred to a remote location after this? Caithe: Don't worry, I'll make sure that won't happen. Doctor: Well, given your background I sincerely hope so. Anyway... Let us continue, it says here a high-ranking terrorist you were tailing for a year went insane and committed suicide, did you have anything to do with that? Caithe: I'm sorry but that's classified information. //NOTE: The subject has a mischievous smirk at this point.// Doctor: That is all Miss Sylvari, you may go. Thank you for your time. Glyph: K, your permission is required for Operation //CLASSIFIED// Caithe: Permission granted. Doctor, you may want to invest your stocks in //CLASSIFIED// into a different company. //NOTE: The subject has a mischievous smile at this point.// //END TRANSMISSION// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 5 Accuracy- 5 Kinesis-20 Endurance- 10 Agility- 5 Intelligience- 15 Mods- 10 APPROVED Two: Rank: Lieutenant Commander (LTC) Division: First Division Name: Regus "Slaughter" Sanchez (allows those close to him to call him Reggie) Race: Human Age: 38 Gender: Male Class: Marine Weaponry: Heavy Machine Gun (HMG), Shotgun, Plasma Cannon, and a high-frequency chain-sword (pictured) AI Partner: None Psyche Evaluation: //START TRANSCRIPT// Regus walks into the sparsely decorated medical ward on his current military base. Doc: Good morning, Lieutenant Sanchez. Are you going to put out that cigar any time soon? Sanchez: Are you going to stop being an egghead any time soon? *LTC Sanchez has a "smart-ass smirk" on his face at this time* Doc: *clearly peeved* Very well, Lieutenant, we'll start this evaluation then. Would you care to elaborate on your military service? Sanchez: Well, like your files probably say, I'm a career man. Unlike all those pussyshits who're just in it for a free ride to some school. I'm in it 'til I can't fight anymore. Doc: Well, apparently that was the case a few years back. It says here you nearly lost your life after you voluntarily manually detonated a bomb that failed to go off. Sanchez: Yeah, that was when me and my squad had to plant a bomb to blow up an installation when we learned that the enemy had set up some kind of jamming device so we couldn't do it remotely. The place was crawling with techies so I told my squad to get the hell out. The first peson who objected, I decked; that shut 'em up quick, heh. *LTC Sanchez smirks here* Anyway, I blasted my way through the assholes and set us up the bomb. That was when all the left over assholes swarmed me. I mowed down as many as I could trying to get out but they just wouldn't let up. The explosion caught me and everybody else in the facility but, thanks to my good ole GHA, I wasn't killed in the blast, threw me a helluva ways though. Then the entire building collapsed on top of me and crushed my most of my body, save my head and left arm; hurt like fucking hell. Doc: You're a brave and good soldier. Sanchez: Yeah, apparently the top brass thought so too. They dug me up and put brand new parts on me. *LTC Sanchez flexes his right arm* Thoughtful bastards even replaced my liver and lungs so now I can smoke and drink all I want *LTC Sanchez laughs heartily* After that, I was called "Sargeant Slaughter" by most of the rank and file aboard our ship 'fore I got promoted. Doc: Looking further back, it says here that when you were young, you were part of a gang? Sanchez: Well, when you grow up in some shithole and your abusive drunk of a dad kills your drug addict mom and then gets shot to hell by some cops after shooting two of 'em dead, you probably ain't gonna sit nice and pretty with a gold bar up your ass either. Yeah, we were just a bunch of punks doing petty shit like starting fights, stealin' cigs, booze, and snacks from stores, and robbin' drunks of their money. It was mostly to just pass the time and have some sort of family but, as I got older, I just couldn't stand that shithole anylonger. So, when I was 16, I faked my age and joined the military as a grunt. Never looked back since. We almost done or what? I wanna get back to the bar. Doc: That's all I need to know, Lieutenant Sanchez. You're free to go. Sanchez: Hell, it's about time. *LTC Sanchez stands up and points a menacing, artificial finger at the doctor* I swear to god, the next fucking person who disrupts my shore leave is getting their fucking ass beat. //Note: Later that evening, LTC Sanchez assaulted and rendered unconscious three men who attempted to extort money from him after he "accidentally bumped into them" while exiting a local bar, claiming "I ain't got time for this shit." He has since been cleared of all charges.// //END TRANSCRIPT// Appearance:   Stats: Strength- 10 Accuracy- 20 Kinesis-0 Endurance- 15 Agility- 20 Intelligience- 0 Mods- 5 Welcome aboard, mofo! Ya have An-tan's seal o' approval. |
AngelicXIJul 3, 2013 11:44 PM
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Jun 27, 2013 9:07 AM
#6
| //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: W/O Division: 4 Name: Lucille "Devil" Lazaro Race: Human Age: 22 Gender: Female Class: Infiltrator Weaponry: Wrist-mounted energy blade. Stiletto. Large needle. AI Partner: Ronove - A butler-like AI with a sharp tongue and sarcastic wit. Designed, at Lucille's request, to be able to temper her own raw emotion with his own logic. Not too cold, but not overly warm either. Psyche Evaluation: //START RECORDING// *the sounds of two people getting seated can be heard just before the voice of a middle-aged man begins the evaluation* "I am Joffre Whittaker and I will be your evaluator this evening. Can you start by introducing yourself Miss..?" "Lazaro. Lucille Lazaro." JW: To begin with, tell us about yourself. LL: I can't tell you everything, but what I can tell you is this. I was born on a farming colony around 22 years ago. My parents were good, honest folk that wouldn't harm a fly unless it were flying at them with a knife. I was born with stark white hair and red eyes along with weak bronchi. The doctors said I wouldn't survive the night, let alone for over 2 decades. But I was always a fighter, stubbornly fighting against my fate. An albino with asthma defied the will of a god and continued living. JW: You mention a god. What god is that exactly? LL: Most of my home planet was religious. Believing in the Lord of Light and how the entire universe would one day be reclaimed by the light...superstitious bullshit if you as me. JW: Shall we take that as you are not religious? LL *laughs* Of course not. I place my faith in only four things. Myself, my weapons, my doctors, and science. There is no room for a god in there. Science is the bane of religion. JW: Continue with your story. LL: I was bullied a lot growing up. Defying the will of a god is frowned upon, you see, and so my neighbors took to believing that I was some demon born into the world. I was called the Devils Girl. JW: Is that why they call you "Devil?" LL: Yes and no. Some of them did join the military with me and the name did kind of stick, but it didn't become well known until my own missions. I was always stuck with assassinations, you see. Killing powerful enemies of the alliance with stealth. They started calling me Devil because of what I would do to the corpses and draw with their blood. You see, I would [DATA EXPUNGED] and then [REDACTED] and I would [REDACTED] to send a message to those who oppose us. Hey, are you alright? *Joffre Whittaker can be heard vomiting into a nearby trash can.* JW: How is it that you can describe that so casually?! LL: In my line of work, that is killing, you can do one of two things to cope with it. Either you kill your emotions, as most do, or you can at least try to enjoy it, like I do. Nothing gets me higher than a good kill. JW: *clears his throat* A-Anyway. Continue with your story. LL: Eventually, I do not remember how old I was at the time, but I do remember that one day, technosapiens came and began to glass the entire planet. My parents didn't make it; sacrificing themselves so that I could live. I admit that I still feel guilty about that. One of the few survivors of that incident. That's why I signed up as soon as I could, to repay the favor. JW: It's not your fault. LL: You see...I hate hearing that. Everyone tells me that but have they ever been in my position? Of course not! They don't know what they're talking about. JW: Let's drop it then. LL: Are we done? I do not wish to talk anymore. JW: I have everything I need so you are free to go. //END RECORDING// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 10 (5 points + 5 class bonus) Accuracy- 5 Kinesis- 5 Endurance- 5 (GLA) Agility- 20 Intelligence- 20 (15 points + 5 class bonus) Mods- 5 (modded Bronchi. Cured her asthma, but requires routine medical checkups or the asthma may return) //END// //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: W/O Division: 3 Name: Isolde "Wizard" Karlsen Race: Human Age: 20 Gender: Female Class: Engineer Weaponry: Pneumatic pipe wrench, mechanical arm (can crush concrete), EMP grenades (in case a machine goes haywire), Assault Rifle (plasma) AI Partner: Beatrice - A trash talking AI that is usually piloting an automaton that aids her with menial tasks such as doing the actual work. Psyche Evaluation: //BEGIN RECORDING// JW: This is Joffre Whittaker and I will be your evaluator this morning. How are y- IK: My name is Sadie Karlsen, and I'm doing well. I just finished rerouting power to the ventilation system, increasing its efficiency by .4% JW: I see this is not your first rodeo. IK: The 5th, actually. I tend to get transferred frequently. Damnable CO's want a new evaluation every time you move even 5 inches... JW: I do not agree with some of the rules either, but we must follow them. IK: I know I know...maintaining the status quo and all that bullshit. JW: You have quite the mouth on you... IK: So they tell me~ *laughs* JW: So tell me about yourself. IK: Ahh, the unavoidable question...very well then. My father was a cop just one week before retirement and I wanted to join the circus~ JW: I've seen that movie... IK: Damn. Fine fine. Fun time is over. Really, my life was pretty normal so far. Raised by a single dad and whatnot. Was valedictorian in high school. It was there that I learned that I was a virtuoso with machines. JW: Where...exactly? IK: In High School. You see, there was an accident in the chemistry lab. No joke! I'm not joking. Stop looking at me like that. JW: *had a skeptical look on his face, but drops it before it becomes an issue. IK: Anywho...a bit of rubble crushed my left arm. Unfortunately for me, I'm left-handed. So the doctors had to cut it off and an engineer would ordinarily come in and replace it... JW: But? IK: But...Pops couldn't afford it and so I had a stub. I remember crying myself to sleep, shouting "IT'S NOT FAIR!" over and over again until it hit me. I could make my own arm! So I studied engineering on my own, reading from books from the library and gathering parts from the scrap yard. Eventually, I built a new arm for myself. There were some bugs, mind you, but I sorted them out eventually. I even figured out what scientists and engineers had been trying for centuries. How to make a robotic limb function using only the energy inside of the human body instead of an external battery. JW: So you're saying that you perfected it? IK: Perfection is overrated. It implies that no further progress can be achieved. But, in the sense that I made it a little bit better...yes. That I did. JW: So why are you here? IK: Well...there was an accident... *JW is heard sighing...* //END RECORDING// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 10 Accuracy- 15 (10 + 5 bonus) Kinesis- 0 Endurance- 15 Agility- 10 Intelligence- 15 (10 + 5 bonus) Mods- 5 (mechanical left arm) //END// APPROVED... BOTH //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: CMD Division: 2 Name: Shirley Morisane Race: Human Age: 28 Gender: Female Class: Sentinel Weaponry: HoloWhip. Crystal scalpels. Various chemicals and poisons (kept in small bottles). AI Partner: Battler - A highly logical AI good at debate. His catchphrase is "It's useless. It's all useless." //Warning: The following documentation is for the eyes of Admiral Sun Tzu and the Primo Victoria AI only. The following is classified and reading further without the proper security clearance is punishable by dishonorable discharge and death by firing squad.// //CLASSIFIED// Psyche Evaluation: JW: This is Jessica Whittaker, filling in for my brother Joffre, who took some time off after a recent evaluation. SM: Evaluating runs in your family, I take it? JW: I'll be asking the questions, Ms. Morisane. SM: Amateur. JW: Excuse me? SM: Getting irritated so easily. I might as well be evaluating you and not the other way around. And it's Commander Morisane to you. JW: I'm sorry Commander. SM: Apology accepted. Let's let this nastiness be water under the bridge, shall we? JW: Agreed. Now Commander, do you mind telling us where you came from? SM: *looks around* Us? Who is us? JW: *looks annoyed* SM: *grins mischievously and laughs* Alright alright~ Where to begin...Ahh. You see, I wasn't born like a regular human. JW: ...Will this information get me killed? SM: Nah. I'm supposed to tell during an evaluation anyway, but if you tell anyone then I can't guarantee your safety. JW: I couldn't call myself a doctor if I told anyone. SM: Hippocrates, right? JW: Bingo. SM: Now where was I. Oh yes...I was the result of an experiment to culture only the finest of genes that the human race has to offer, including the gene for kinesis. I am the most powerful kinetic in the human race, as far as I know...unless they made another one. JW: I really don't think I should be hearing this. SM: Why not? I told you that you will be safe. JW: Somehow I don't believe you. SM: Must I make it an order for you to continue? JW: N-no! Of course not. My apologies. SM: *sighs* You really are green. That or you've got a pole up your ass. Relax... JW: So what do your missions usually entail? SM: Murder. Arson. Jaywalking. Same as everyone else here. Break the laws of humanity, legally. JW: But I thought SM: You thought what? That it's ok to murder and burn your enemies and all they ever loved? Keep believing that. Keep running from responsibility. That's why I am a commander and you are a psychologist. //END RECORDING// //END OF CLASSIFIED MATERIAL// Appearance:   Stats: Strength- 5 Accuracy- 10 Kinesis- 20 (15 + 5 bonus) Endurance- 5 Agility- 20 (15 + 5 bonus) Intelligence- 10 Mods- 0 //END// |
TamoballJun 30, 2013 2:51 PM
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Jun 27, 2013 10:48 PM
#7
| ONE //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: W/O Division: Fourth Division Name: Simon "Tin Man" Scott Race: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Class: Operative Weaponry: Plasma Machete along with smaller knives that are attached across his rig, Plasma Pistol, Wrist mounted Grenade launcher, Plasma Rifle. AI Partner: None. His suit has a proximity radar that can checks for thermal signatures, meaning that it is possible to cover yourself from the radar. It is also can detect enemies that have been collected in the suit's database approved by The Alliance as a threat. Psyche Evaluation: //START RECORDING// Doc: So, Mr. Scott, let's start with where you were born. Simon: I was born on a very large colony on Europa. I-... I never met my parents... I lived on the streets for fifteen years of my life. I was the leader of a child gang known as the Barbaric Babies. *Chuckles* Not too much of a name huh doc? Doc: Please Sir, continue with your story. Simon: Right, Right. Anyways, everyone in the gang knew eachother. We were the only family we had. Our primary objectives were to stay alive and together at all costs - Even if it meant killin' . We would rob markets for food and smoke shops for well.... cigs. That was our way of life, until the inevitable came. Doc: Please explain Mr. Scott. Simon: I was still Fifteen. Me and my gang were looking for some more food at the market until a large group of men with assorted cutlery approached us. They were another gang from around our parts whom were paid by the merchants to ward us away, at all costs . Our crew fought hard but the grown men were too much for us kids...... *Simon looks to the ground and says with a grim expression:* We didn't stand a chance... The few remaining members of my crew covered for me and told me to run. I-... I was so scared i didn't know what to do.. And I just left them all behind to die!!! *A brief moment of silence arose* Doc: *Clears his throat* Well, I'm very sorry to hear that Mr. Scott. Please, let's move on and tell me more about your armor and skills. Simon: Yes.. Of course. I underwent a one of those child soldier programs after the incident. A recruiter found me lying on the streets and told me to come with him if I wanted to survive. I was starving, sleep deprived, and even more than that I was on the verge of suicide. I didn't much of the program; those three years were sort of a blur to me. I just wanted to forget everything that happened that day... After all of the rigorous courses and classes we took, we were each assigned to these hefty exo-suits to wear on our first mission, tailored personally to each and one of us child soldiers. My squad, Gamma, had a fatality rate of zero for the first 30 mission we partook in. eventually, our squad was dismissed and we were all assigned to different forces. I was the only one who ended up in the fourth division. And now here I am. Still kicking and screaming. Doc: Thank you for your time, Mr. Scott. Our evaluation is complete. Simon: Sure thing, Doc. //END RECORDING// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 10 Accuracy- 10+5 Kinesis- 0 Endurance- 10+5 Agility- 15 Intelligience- 15 Mods- 0 //END// APPROVED TWO //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: W/O Division: Third Division Name: T’Sarr “Zar“ Grandael Race: Aeire Age: 22 Gender: Male Class: Technician Weaponry: A plasma Bowie Knife, plasma magnum, pressure activated/remote detonated matter crushing mines, single loading AA rocket launcher AI Partner: A support AI named Amelia. She helps Zar keep his files and schematics organized as well as alerting of important events on his HUD. She acts like an elder sister or mother to Zar, caring for him with a strict tongue. Her personality was tailored to be a direct foil to Zar’s playboy, carefree and brash attitude. She also gives him her own opinions of situations and critiques his piloting skills when the need arises. Psyche Evaluation: //START RECORDING//..... FF>> :27s JM: “Good evening Mr. Grandael. I am James Murillo, and I will be your evaluator for this Psyche report.” Zar: “Pleasure T’meetcha Doc.” JM: “The pleasure’s all mine. Now that we have had all of our formalities set aside, let us begin with where you were born and how you got here.” Zar: “Aye, what a simple question! When mommy birdy and daddy birdy had a one night stand at a hotel...” JM: Clears his throat “Please Mr. Grandael you must take this as seriously as possible. I know how not-so-productive your last psyche evaluation was.” Zar: “Oh, so you’ve looked me up doc? Do ya' wanna to know what happened to Ms. Dickson in detail? Well it’s all in the na-” JM: In an aggravated tone “Mr Grandael.... Please...” Zar: “Aye, you’re no fun, Doc!.... Alright I’ll take this seriously; That way I won’t need to talk ta’chumps like you.” JM: James’s face flushes into a deep red as his frustration rises ….... Zar: “Now, where to start.... I was your typical little hatchling from Khione... Although I had more than a handful of mates before my coming of age.... Zar could be seen shifting into his daydreams Amelia displayed her hologram beside Zar Amelia: “Zar, snap out of it you twit! Stop causing trouble for Dr. Murillo!” Zar: “Huh?... Oh right. As I was sayin’ I was just your average joe. My family didn't really approve of my lifestyle and one day told me ta’ get out and find some hobby ta’ keep me occupied from fuckin’ chicks; Or else they'll send me back ta' the countryside. I was about sixteen solar years of age and absolutely hated the countryside. I was taking a stroll down the city, tryin' ta' find somethin' ta' do... I stumbled upon an ol’ plane in one of the recycling plants. It made me think... If I learned to fly I could bang ladies from other cities, continents! Hell, I could even fuck some fancy Homo Sapien if I put enough commitment in! And from there, my goal was set in stone. JM: “I see... Has this much piloting in such a short timeframe put on any mental stress onto you?” Zar: “Nah, not really. Hate ta’ brag but I learned how to fly reeeeal fast. The first thing I took to the sky was an ol’ 22nd Century AERO L-85ZT Albatros. Man, was that thing a relic! It even ran on diesel; I mean, What the hell is that smelly shit used for except emergency generators?! JM: “Mr Grandael... You’re getting off topic again...” Zar: Zar smirked at James’s frequent disgruntlement “My Apologies... By the time I was eighteen I almost had as many hours up in the air as I did screwin’ in bed! … And that’s sayin’ somethin’ doc! Before I knew it my parents dumped me at the local recruitment center for The Alliance military program and I saw that extravehicular pilotin’ was a career path available. Without a second thought I signed up! I’d be able to fly to new worlds, solar systems! I could say goodbye to this planet i’ve been stuck on for my whole life and find a refreshing new start!” Zar noticed that he had gotten overhyped by his subject. He leaned back into his seat and cleared his throat. “The program itself wasn’t hard; In fact, I graduated three years early. Who knew I had such an aptitude for flyin’! JM: “But with such aviation skills, how did you manage to get yourself deployed on Primo Victoria? Zar: Zar gave a smug look “Heh... That’s sort’ve a whole ‘nother story doc... Ta’ make it short an’ sweet i’m just gonna say I slept with a commanding officer’s gal. JM:Dr. Murillo looked at Zar with a unimpressed glare “... Typical coming from you... Now Mr. Grandael, does your knowledge of aircraft and spacecraft apply to just Alliance known vehicles or can you also pilot foreign spacecraft such as Technosapian vehicles? Zar: “Sorry doc I ain’t allowed to answer that much. But I’ll let you know that their ships aren’t all th-//REDACTED BY ALLIANCE RECONNAISSANCE MEMBER//... FF>> 2m:56s …. “..And that’s all I can spit out doc. Don’t come crawling ta’ me if this info gets ya’ deported to some back-alley station. JM: “Thank you for your time Mr. Gandael. I’ll be sure to keep this info in safe hands.” //NOTE: Dr. James Murillo has since been re-deployed to a classified remote station near the edge of Alliance occupied territory soon after this evaluation.// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 5 Accuracy- 20 Kinesis- 0 Endurance- 10 Agility- 10+5 Intelligence- 15+5 Mods- 0 //END// |
JamiRamaSamaJul 3, 2013 6:43 PM
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Jun 29, 2013 1:40 AM
#8
| #1 //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: Warrant Officer (W/O) Division: First Division Name: Celestia Anderson Race: Human Age: 24 Gender: Female Class: Trooper Weaponry:
AI Partner: an AI which she named "Hans" after her deceased dog. He monitors over her physical and mental status. Celestia tends to turn him off quite often, she claims that he "annoys" whenever he keeps warning her non-stop when something goes wrong with her physically or mentally. However, she finds him useful in the battlefield and missions as he updates her about her surroundings and detects any possible enemies at a certain range. Psyche Evaluation: Before the interview started, the psychologist eyed Celestia up and down, doubting her age and gender for a moment and briefly raising his eyebrow at her questionable "delinquent" appearance. The human serious-looking interviewer looked somewhere around late 30's to early 40's simply and neatly dressed in a lap coat. While on the other hand, Celestia looked like a punky teenager. She was wearing her usual long-sleeved dark red shirt, black punky-looking jacket, tight dark jeans with small chains loosely hanged to the belt, her ears full with piercings and so was her lower lip. //START RECORDING// Doc: "So Ms. Anderson, how about you tell me about yourself?" Celestia: "Tell you what? Be specific, Doc" Doc: "Everything and anything" Celestia: "Even my three sizes?" Doc: "Ms. Anderson..." Celestia: *Chuckles* "Sorry man, just kidding." Doc: *Sigh* Celestia: "Okay, let me start from the very beginning... Don't go dozing off even if I bore the hell out of you. *clears throat* I am Celestia Anderson, born and raised in the slums of a screwed up colony, there was no such a thing as "middle-class" citizens, you're either the gold of the city or the garbage of the slums." Celestia paused, crossed her legs, and shoved her hands inside her jacket pockets. "My mother died giving birth to me, the drunken poor excuse of a father was my only family. He would always beat the seven hells out of me and order me to get booze and money for him, so I worked hard and even restored to theft to grant his damnds." Doc: "If your father was as drunken and abusive as you claim, how did your days as an infant go? He sounds like a person who would have left you in the corner of the streets instead of bothering to raise you in the first place." Celestia: "Well, he was going to do something similar, but I was lucky to have the old man next door take care of my baby needs until I was six but he then died because he was old and weak. He was a nice guy, he was even the one who named me" Doc: "and after that your father's abuse and demands began? Or rather, increased?" Celestia: "Yup" Doc: "it's written in your files that you were a gangster as a teenager, tell me about that." Celestia: She smiled as if he mentioned her favorite part "my gangster days in the slums were my salvation. It was like hitting two birds with one stone, I granted my drunken father his desires with the money that I gain by my own "means", and enjoyed my life with my gang comrades in many many ways." Doc: "What were those 'many many ways' you speak of?" Celestia: "Stealing, gang fights, raping and beating the hell out of the rich bastards, drug dealing every now and then..." She spoke like a child remembering his best memories, but stopped and chuckled when noticing the doctor's I-knew-it stare "....and some other things that went along that, nothing special." Doc: *clears his throat* "Did your gang have a name?" Celestia: "Yes, we called ourselves The SacreDevils. Don't ask about the origins and the meaning though, because I don't know them myself." Doc: "How did your gangster days end? Or were you still one until recently?" Celestia: her expression changed into one with a sad smile and closed eyes. Sensitive spot perhaps? "My days ended when I was around 18. It was just an another rowdy fun day in the slums, we even engaged in a fight against another gang, which was nothing unusual from our routine. What went wrong? There was this unfaithful douchebag who reported us to the metropolitan police. The police weren't exactly faithful to their job, but they still bothered with us because we always have brought them headaches in silver plates. There was no mercy when they came, many of us got either killed or badly injured, I was on the verge of dying too." Doc: "according to your files, around the age you just mentioned you were specially recruited in a heavy military program" Celestia: "True, that was exactly right after the 'accident'. It was some big-shot high-ranked buddy who recruited me." Doc: "Why did he recruit you? Was there any specific reason?" Celestia: "I was picked by lottery" Doc: "Lottery?" Celestia: "apparently, he was a sick bastard" Doc: "I see... By the way, you killed your father, right? Celestia: "Man I am busted~" Doc: "Don't worry Ms. Anderson, such info is classified." Celestia: "I underestimated the power of your investigations, didn't I?" Doc: "Seems like it." Celestia: *Chuckles* "When I was "offered" with the recruitment, I gave the sicko buddy one condition for me to accept the "offer" wholeheartedly without any rebelling, and that was for him to allow me to visit my father one last time. So I did, after I was healed enough, I went home, gave my old man the good news, killed him like an insane bitch then came back to the sicko like nothing happened." Doc: "Do you regret it?" Celestia: "I regret killing him without torturing first." Doc: He took a deep breath and heavily sighed. The interview have finally came to an end. "Anything else to say?" Celestia: "Nah, I pretty much blurted out everything." As soon as he gestured her an approval to leave, she stood up, stretched herself and walked away but suddenly stopped by the exit. "Now I think about, there's one more thing..." Doc: *cocked an eyebrow* "What?" Celestia: She turned her head to look at him and smiled, not a mocking smile, not an insane smile, but a warm yet sad one "My father wasn't always that way, he just loved my mother to the point that he blamed her death on me. Before that, he was just a gentle man who loved his wife greatly..." She paused and turned to face the exit once again "...or at less that what the old man next door told me." //END RECORDING// Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 10 Accuracy- 10 Kinesis- 5 Endurance- 15 Agility- 20 Intelligience- 10 Mods- 0 //END// APPROVED #2 //ASC SERVICE RECORD// Rank: Warrant Officer (W/O) Division: Second Division Name: Lirya Rumiel Race: Furria Age: 21 Gender: Female Class: Sentinel Weaponry:
AI Partner: Like most of the other AIs, "Xeno" is used for multiple personal uses like monitoring over physical and mental health status and keeping an eye over her needs and surroundings. Lirya named her male AI "Xeno", which means "Strange Voice" in Greek, because his voice did sound strange and funny to her. Psyche Evaluation: Lirya seemed to be in quite a good mood as it appeared in her constantly flapping cat ears and her humming voice. Her psychologist looked like a normal smiling human in his mid 30's. Lirya smiled, and the doctor did the same. //START RECORDING// Doc: "I am glad that you seem to be in good spirits today, Ms. Rumiel" Lirya: "Thanks doctor, you seem to be in a good state of mine as well." Doc: He took a deep breath in preparation for the up-coming interview. "So Ms. Rumiel, tell me about yourself." Lirya: "I don't think I have that much of a special story to tell, but here I go~" Lirya licked her lips and and flapped her ears again, trying to figure out where to start. "despite my race and where I came from, I actually lived most of my life on a human colony. There was some other races roaming around, but humans were the dominant ones there" Doc: "You say that you lived most of your life on a human colony, does that mean that you indeed lived on your homeplanet Artemis for a certain time?" Lirya: "Yes, I was born and lived there until I was 8, but then I had to leave to earn my living." Doc: "To earn your living? You didn't leave because one of your parents were human?" Lirya: "I came from a poor family, and my parents from the same furria race sold me to a human pimp." Doc: "I am sorry to hear th---" Lirya: She interrupted his sympathetic words with a light laugh and crossed her legs. "Well, the pimp had plenty of other sexy female and male prostitutes of all ages around so even the pedophiles barely noticed me, but he did keep slaving me with a hard life style and labor...only for a number of few years though." Doc: "and after the few years he..." Lirya: "I was officially put into business~ and I was 15 by then too! there was so many human clients who were crazy for me. apparently because many of them had this 'cat ears' fetish." Doc: "You never thought about running away?" Lirya: "that idea tempted me a few times, but I never thought about it seriously because the pimp that owned me had many underground connections who would find me in a blink of an eye." Doc: "So how did you leave the prostitution and gain military training?" Lirya: "Oh that was when I was around 18. The pimp's businesses were destroyed thanks to one of his underground buddies who had a grudge on him, and all of the prostitutes who were under his wing, including me, were dumped into the streets. So I tried surviving on my own for a while by being a prostitute on my own and doing a couple of other things like stealing and selling dirty secrets of my former rich clients. My life on the streets ended when one of my clients, who fatefully happened to be a military personal, recruited me when he noticed my potential and promising kinesis by chance." Doc: he went silent for a moment, took a deep breath and sighed. There was something about her words that were troubling him, not that she was lying. She was telling the truth, but the way she talked...she didn't sound like a person who was talking about his own painful past, Lirya was smiling during the whole interview as if she was talking about someone else. Lirya: "Something's wrong doctor?" Doc: "N-No, I am fine" he rubbed his forehead and looked at her again. "Do you have anything else to say?" Lirya: "Nope, that was pretty much everything." Without awaiting his approval to leave, Lirya stood up on her own and left. //END RECORDING// Appearance:   Stats: Strength- 10 Accuracy- 10 Kinesis- 20 Endurance- 10 Agility- 15 Intelligience- 5 Mods- 0 //END// |
rika713Jul 3, 2013 1:54 PM
"Hateful feelings. Hurtful feelings. Unforgivable feelings. To face one's own feelings is akin to throwing oneself into a bottomless pit, or setting sail on an endless sea. You must not look there. You must not think about it. Though you search your soul on the dark, heaving waves, you must never look in that place." - Kusuriuri |
Jun 29, 2013 8:39 AM
#9
| Rank: Warrant Officers (W/O) Division: Second Division Name:Egoist Kagerou Race: Human Age: 23 Gender: Female Class:Sentinel Weaponry:3 Plasma knife,right hand retractable wrist blades Psyche Evaluation: Start of Recording P:So Egoist today is going to be our last day together, tell me how do you feel? E:Just like every other day,I feel just fine. P:Well I'm not so sure from the the look of your file it sound like your starting to begin to show sign of Altzhemers.Can you explain that? E:Well then let me explain, you see being part of Second Division, I am sometime force to look into people mind to make sure that they are indeed on our force. P:Of course it make sense as you being a Second Division but that still doesn't mean that you are off the hook.Listen I want to send you back home to get some rest before you come back to the force. E:No, you are NOT sending me back to the place again! P:Egoist listen you are not in your most prime shape you need rest. E:No you listen to me Doc.I am never going back to that place and I rather go AWOL before I step one back in there! P:So what are you going to do I have the last say in if you join the ship or not. (silence) E:Well then I didn't want to do this but listen if your not going to freely send me to then I will force you to.(sound of a fight)Now hen Doc what do you say now?. End of Recording Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 5 Accuracy- 5 Kinesis- 15 (+5) Endurance- 5 Agility- 5(+5) Intelligience- 15 Mods- 10 APPROVED |
Gibz0maticJun 29, 2013 12:56 PM
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Jun 29, 2013 2:06 PM
#10
| Rank: Warrant Officer Division: Third Division Name: Iesel "Little Miss Genius" Kelsin Race: Human Age: 21 Gender: Female Class: Technician Weaponry: Plasma SMG AI Partner: Male AI known as Neil. Extensively and constantly monitors Iesel's frail physical stature and makes sure that her mental capabilities are not over straining her ability to think properly. He possess the ability to think and convey emotion and can take independent action from Iesel's commands while all conforming to her best interests. He assists and can even hack system protocols and terminals by himself. The AI also has the ability to detect real time movements of anything within the vicinity, but does not possess thermal vision. Neil has the ability to take a more physical form, in the shape of a disk shaped unit with a pair of wings sticking out to indicate which way if the rear. He has the ability to move at will when in this form, or stay connected to Iesel to transfer his data back into her storing unit, thus, the external unit will be attached to her back. Psyche Evaluation: Interviewer: Ah, Miss Kelsin, I have been expecting you. Please, have a seat. This interview will be quick. Kelsin: W-will it be painful? I: Painful? Of course not my dear, I'm just going to ask you a few questions and you simply answer. Now now, don't be shy K: O-Okay I: Now, how long were you in the Cryostatis? K: Eh? Uhm...well.... s-sixteen years I: Sixteen years. That's right, says here on your file. Sixteen years is a long time you know? Yet, it still managed to keep you looking so young. K: Y-yes... I: Let's see here... Unfortunately, Cold Sleep has it's big downsides though, especially physically. Tell me more. K: W-well, as a result of the C-Cold Sleep, my b-body's suffered permanent muscle deterioration. I don't think I'll be able to rebuild any. I: Does it hurt to walk? K: N-No, but if I r-run for a long time, my legs will start to cramp I: I see. Now, you've been asleep for so long, do you remember anything from before? K: Before...? W-well... Not really. I didn't have any family, s-so they asked me if I w-would volunteer for a new technique called long term Cold Sleep. I-I didn't want to b-because I knew the downsides, b-but I was too shy to say n-no... I: Ah... How about anything before that? K: N-no... s-sorry... I: That's completely fine Iesel. Now, moving on. It says here that your mental intellect is off the charts, do you happen to know how? K: T-the doctors told me that I was born like that. I: Okay... Now, this might seem weird to ask, but my last question as part of this evaluation is to see what our crews goals are now that they've been sent to the valley of hell. My question is... What is it that you desire the most at the moment? K: U-Uhm... W-well.... I have no friends now... and my old friends and f-family are probably dead by now... so wh-what I want... is... to have friends... End of Recording Appearance:  Stats: Strength- 5 Accuracy- 5 Kinesis- 10 Endurance- 5 Agility- 20 (Base 15 + Class Bonus 5) Intelligence- 25 (Base 20 + Class Bonus 5) Mods- 0 //END// APPROVED |
Gibz0maticJun 30, 2013 8:21 AM
| Even Death has a heart It's okay to spin around and around in the same place. Just so long as you're singing your heart out. THAT's what life's all about. |
Jun 29, 2013 4:58 PM
#11
| Rank: Lieutenant Commander Division: 2nd Division Name: Yamato Arisato Race: Human Age: 22 Gender: Male Class: Sentinel Weaponry: A pair of Bolt Handguns, as well as an Officer Sword. It is a silver bladed odachi with a large golden cross-shaped guard, giving it a similar appearance to that of an imperial longsword. The edge is covered in a monomolecular film, giving it incredible sharpness. AI Partner: An AI named A.M.S.H.E.L. Speaking in a monotone voice, it monitors both Yamato's mental and physical states. In case of injury, A.M.S.H.E.L can provide temporary pain relief, as well as give tactical information and plot the most efficient/safe routes. Psyche Evaluation: Appearance:  Stats: Strength: 10 Accuracy: 5 Kinesis: 10 + 5 Class Bonus Endurance: 5 Agility: 5 + 5 Class Bonus Intelligence: 20 Mods: 5 ~In Progress~ APPROVED... Once Stats and Psyche are complete |
ChotgoriinJul 3, 2013 2:36 PM
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