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[Profile] Fedric Landers»General
·Name : Fedric Landers
·Race : Human
·Alignment: Lawful good
·Face Shape: Rectangle
·Hair style,color & length: Reddish brown crew cut
·Facial Hair: Van Dyke
·Phobia and Fears: Losing job
·Strengths: Obedience Respectful
·Quirks & Habits: Removes letter "h" from speech
·Archetype: Front line
·Weapon: Submachine gun and assault rifle
Following orders is not foreign to Fedric; he has done it since he was young. His family were merchants trading weapons and technolog
[Profile] Iona Landers»General
·Name : Iona Landers
·Race : Human
·Alignment: Neutral Evil
·Face Shape: Round
·Hair style,color & length: Brown silky, chignon
·Facial Hair: None
·Eye: Emerald green
·Outlook / Philosophy: "You may only succeed by the failure of others. Some of those failures must be forced."
·Phobia and Fears: Bankruptcy
·Strengths: Orderly Sly
·Weaknesses: Power hungry
·Quirks & Habits: ·Hair Pulling. ·Jogging down notes
Iona doesn't fight.
Iona Humphrey made her life off of lies and blackmail. This lies in her past as a farm girl on Ruria. Humphrey yearned for life better. Farm life lasted for several years until the
[Profile] Gregor Neally»General
·Name : Gregor Neally
·Race : Cybernetic Enhanced Human
·Alignment: Lawful Neutral
·Weight: 243 lb (including metal legs)
·Face Shape: Angular
·Skin: Bronzed, heavily scared
·Hair style,color & length: Greying black, Upper back, braided
·Facial Hair: Clean shaved
·Eye: Dark brown
·Cybernetics: Waist down
·Phobia and Fears:
·Strengths: Leader, Decisive, Serious
·Weaknesses: Demeaning, Social Awkward, Prejudice
·Quirks & Habits: ·Proper ·Grumbles
·Archetype: Front-line Soldier
·Weapon: Widely ranged
·Skills: ·Strong stature ·Stamina
Neally was born in a colony on the edge o
Phoenix Disks are circular grenades with bladed rim meant for penetrating an obstacle. This allows them to be wedge onto walls. The Disks are usually 3 1/2 inches diameter and 1/2 inches thick. There are two main Phoenix Disks: the 5006 -PD "Matilda" and 6408-PD "Suzanne".
Each Phoenix Disk have it's own open system that interacts with the one who launches them. Inside the soldier's suit computer is where each grenade can be activated via countdown, manually, or on impact. All Disks' center beeps and blinks red for warning.
The Matilda is the lamer of the two. Matildas are used more often as mines. Although harder to throw and less destructive then it's counterpart, Matildas has the ability to camouflage- effective for surprise attacks. They are often set with manual or countdown.
The Suzanne is the more "excitable". Suzannes are made with noticeably sharper blades, digging itself deeper in objects- possibly victims. Explosion radius
[Profile] Andre of the Igarri
·Name : Andre Landers
·Race : Human
·Alignment: Ranging from True/Pure Neutral to Neutral Evil (predominant)
·Hairstyle, length & color: Wings, brown with blonde tips
·Eye color: Emerald green
·Education: On-board learning academy
·Outlook/Philosophy: Life is a one time thing- enjoy it while it last.
·Phobias/Fears: Being depend on/ leading people
·Strengths : Vitality and Humour
·Flaws: Irresponsible, Immature, Stubborn
·Quirks & Habits: ·Tends to make comments about things not presently seen ·Count score of enemy takedowns
·Archetype: Front-Line Soldier
·Weapon(s): Assault rifles and Shotguns
·Style and Skills: ·Rush ·Mockery
The lone child of an Igarrian noble-woman Io
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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