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[filiusenox]

Use for the Voandrath: Third Solarian Reclaimation game.

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[Caellath]

Woot.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Enidros Amano
Age: 18
Status: Recon

Strength 10
Speed 18
Constitution 12
Intelligence 10
Dexterity 10
0/20 Distributed
HP: 20 (?)
AR: 15
Speed Modifier:
Infection Percent: 0.1%

Inventory

Weapons:
Standard Issue A-675 Minuteman
|-5 Clips (100 Rounds)
|-Weight: 8
Standard Issue HDP 819 Messer
|-5 Clips (60 Rounds)
|-Weight: 3
Machete (1d10)

Armor:
Federation Kevlar Face Mask
|- +2 AR
Thin Federation Kevlar Sleeves
|- +2 AR
Thin Federation Ceramic Reinforced Kevlar Vest
|- +5 AR
Thin Federation Kevlar Trousers
|- +4 AR
Thin Federation Kevlar Boots
|- +2 AR

Rations: 10 Days Worth
Water: 10 Days Worth
Credits: 200^
Items:
Compass
Outdoor Survival Kit
Weight:

Enidros was part of the common folk, as far as he knew and his parents told him. Nothing more, nothing less. Born to a lower-class family that desired some social advancement and sent into a popular military school back in his homeworld to be thrown into the Federation's ranks, he had a strong hope of rising through the ranks and achieving notoriety.

The young man, not having an abundance of muscle and brains but showing a good familiarity with silent movement techniques and spotting, was trained to be a scout, constantly hiding and waiting for the best moment to strike from stealth. He was called for the Third Crusade and eagerly waited for an opportunity to prove himself a worthy soldier...Until disaster struck, that is.

[thatkid]

Name: Eisen Crow
Age: 27
Status: Hired Gun

Strength 10
Speed 14
Constitution 12
Intelligence 14
Dexterity 10
0/20 Distributed
HP: Con+20 = 30
AR: 2+2+5+4+2= 15
Speed Modifier:
Infection Percent: 0.1%

Inventory

Weapons:
Standard Issue A-675 Minuteman
|-5 Clips (100 Rounds)
|-Weight: 8
Standard Issue HDP 819 Messer
|-5 Clips (60 Rounds)
|-Weight: 3
Machete (1d10)

Armor:
Federation Kevlar Face Mask
|- +2 AR
Thin Federation Kevlar Sleeves
|- +2 AR
Thin Federation Ceramic Reinforced Kevlar Vest
|- +5 AR
Thin Federation Kevlar Trousers
|- +4 AR
Thin Federation Kevlar Boots
|- +2 AR

Rations: 10 Days Worth
Water: 10 Days Worth
Credits: 200^
Items:
Compass
Outdoor Survival Kit
Weight:

Spoiler: Bio (click to show/hide)

Eisen Crow, better known as Crow, was a member of the Voandrath Defense Forces, working, originally, as a member in their Black Ops Unit. There, he learned two things: Combat was an acquired taste, and his palate happened to be very refined. Needless to say, reveling in the adrenalin rush of war as he was, Crow was good. He was very good, in fact, and with his head for tactics it soon became clear that he would be far more successful if he were to go it alone.
And so against the wishes of his superiors, he took an honorable discharge, or as honorable a discharge as one can get when their employers are unwilling to let them go, and struck out on his own.

As a mercenary, he often worked alone, or leading a small squad, hand-picked from his present employer's own forces. He was savvy, he was careful- He knew all the biggest players, kept an eye on all the different going-ons- and he rarely trusted anybody but himself. Still, all men have weaknesses and Eisen was no exception. Tricked by someone he regarded as a friend, Crow took his last job as a freelancer. During an attempt to assassinate a well-known pirate on some backwater, wartorn planet, he was first knocked unconscious,and then captured.

When he awoke from a cryogenic pod, he had been outfitted with standard-issue Federation supplies, and the Fleet's Capital Ship had already crashed. Eisen Crow had been set up, to be sure, and someone wanted him dead: But they had expected him to die as a foot soldier, furthering the cause of the crusade. Not here, and not like this.
Funny how plans have a way of changing. Because all this means, is that Eisen's hopes are all the brighter.

Wow would you look at that? It's like I got you to share the character creation info beforehand!

[mesor]

Can you mix and match the starting armor?
So take some heavy and some light or do you have to pick one set?

[Spinal_Taper]

Spoiler: Is this okay? (click to show/hide)

Name: Bernal Craven
Age: 22
Status: Commando

Strength 10
Speed 11
Constitution 12
Intelligence 14
Dexterity 10
Infection
HP:22
AR: 22
Speed Modifier:(-6)
Infection Percent: 0.1% ((Don’t change this, unless I inform you to))



Weapons:
   A-675 Minuteman(20/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d2 per shot
   Q-797 Boxer(8/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d3.5 per shot
   Machete(1d10)
Rations: 10 days worth
Water: 10 days worth
Credits: 200^
Items:
   An amulet
   Machete
Weight: Manageable

Armor:
Feet: Thin Federation Kevlar Leather Boots
   (+2 AR)

Legs: Thin Federation Kevlar Trousers
   (+4 AR)

Torso: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Torso Armor
   (+10 AR )(-2 speed)

Arms: Thin Federation Kevlar Sleeves
   (+2 AR)

Head: Federation Ceramic Titanium Helmet
   (+4 AR)(-1 speed)
BIO:Bernal's a runner. Can't beat it? Don't wanna join it? Run the hell away. That's how he's lived his life. Playground bullies? Creditors? Cops? Run the hell away. Sometimes though, that doesn't turn out well for someone. Like when you run away from a pregnant girlfriend especially when the only way away, is far away. How far away? How does Sol itself sound?

[mesor]

Name : Hadrian Levoth.
Age : 27
Status : Soldier.

Stats
Str : 13
Speed : 15
Constituition : 11
Intelligence : 9
Agility : 12
HP : 31 ( 11+20 )
AR : 30
Speed Modifier:(-6)
Infection Percent: 0.1%

Gun 1 : Standard Issue A-675 Minuteman ( 20/6 ) ( 120 rounds )

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Clip Capacity: 20
Rounds: .50mm
Weight:8
Stock damage:1d3
Bullet Damage:1d2
Range:12
Desc: A sleek black bullpup, with weighted stock and thick titanium casing for extra protection. This is the workhorse of the Federation; resistant to dust, dirt, mud, water, jamming and general abuse. It’s a coil gun, meaning it can be used in vacuum, underwater or explosive mediums.
Type: Coilgun

Gun 2 : Standard Issue Q-797 Boxer ( 8/6 ) ( 48 shells )

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Clip Capacity: 8
Rounds: 12 gauge shotgun shells
Weight:12
Stock Damage:1d4
Bullet Damge:1d3.5
Range:5
Desc: A stocky shotgun with Genetically Modified Walnut stock. It’s a double-barreled auto-repeater. It’s commonly used by Spacers or those on ships, fighting off pirates or what-have you. It’s only downside is the shortrange and recoil, otherwise, the gun is highly resistant to moisture and wear.
Type: Oxygenated Gunpowder

Armor : Heavy.

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Feet: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Boots
   (+4 AR) (-1 speed)

Legs: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Trousers
   (+8 AR)(-1 speed)

Torso: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Torso Armor
   (+10 AR )(-2 speed)

Arms: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Sleeves
   (+4 AR)(-1 speed)

Head: Federation Ceramic Titanium Helmet
   (+4 AR)(-1 speed)

Rations: 10 days worth
Water: 10 days worth
Credits: 200
Items : Standard Issue Consumption Machete, basic medical kit, basic water filter.
Weight : Manageable

Bio : A long serving soldier Hadrian follows orders to the best of his abilities and takes great pride in killing the enemies of the empire, he is somewhat brave but he has a cowardly streak that has reared it's head several times in battles and caused him to flee. It is perhaps ironic that if he had not fled those battles he would be very dead and so would not be around to be called a coward. But he seeks redemptions for those past cowardly actions in the crusade.

[Ghazkull]

Name: Fiddler (Sapper)
Age: 48
Status: Veteran

Stats
Strength 8
Speed 12
Constitution 19
Intelligence 8
Dexterity 13

HP:39
AR: 30
Speed Modifier:(-6)
Dexterity: (-5)
Infection Percent: 0.1% ((Don’t change this, unless I inform you to))

Weapons:
Standard Issue G-473 Barrage Launcher (1/6) (6 Rounds)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Clip Capacity: 1
Round: A hydrogen/Oxygen grenade
Weight:24
Stock Damage:1d2
Bullet Damage: 1d30
Range:10
Desc:  A massive grenade launcher that is known to be very unsafe to it’s users, who are commonly called Petards. This machine is bulky, fragile and hard to train on. A single shot from this beast can throw a Lanyrian back fifteen feet
Type: Launcher
RESTRICTIONS: -5 DEX
10% chance of backfire upon use
4/10 chance of not firing

Standard Issue HDP 819 Messer (12/1) (12 Bullets)

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Clip Capacity: 12
Rounds:  24mm
Weight:3
Stock Damage:1d0
Bullet damage:1d.5
Range:6
Desc: A heavy duty pistol used by the standard infantry men and women for executions or if their regular rifles are out of ammo.
Type: Coilgun

Rations: 10 days worth
Water: 10 days worth
Credits: 200

Items:
Standard Issue Consumption Machete
a backpack full of random IEDs
Weight: not encumbered

Armor:
Feet: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Boots
Legs: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Trousers
Torso: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Torso Armor
Arms: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Sleeves
Head: Federation Ceramic Titanium Helmet

Backstory: One of the few Survivors remaining who has seen the Second Crusade. Fiddler is carrying a backpack full of illegal self-built IED's scavenged together from what he could find on the battlefield. His Backpack O' Surprises is in fact just that because he never knows how practical his selfmade Grenados,Bombs and assorted Mines really are or if they even backfire. Among fellow Petards he is infamous and some even worship the old veteran as "being one of the last of the Old Guard and a Damned Artist with the Launcher". It is indeed true although a lost ear, three lost fingers and countless burn marks show of his debatable Skill as Demolition Man he has always survived...somehow.

[Shootandrun]

Name: Erik Bardsen
Age: 34
Status: Veteran

Strength 15
Speed 9
Constitution 14
Intelligence 10
Dexterity 12
Infection
HP:34
AR: 30
Speed Modifier:(-6)
Infection Percent: 0.1% ((Don’t change this, unless I inform you to))



Weapons:
   A-675 Minuteman(20/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d2 per shot
   Q-797 Boxer(8/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d3.5 per shot
   Machete(1d10)
Rations: 10 days worth
Water: 10 days worth
Credits: 200
Items:
Outdoor survival kit
Warm clothes to go over the armor
Weight: Manageable

Armor:
Feet: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Boots
Legs: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Trousers
Torso: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Torso Armor
Arms: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Sleeves
Head: Federation Ceramic Titanium Helmet

Spoiler: Bio: (click to show/hide)

Of Asgardian origins, he joined the Federation forces in his early twenties, guided by a fool's desire for adventure and a firm belief that he was not born to be a simple citizen (the fact that he failed to enter any university may be related to that). Albeit he was too young to join the Second Crusade, he did participate in several small scale engagements, soon becoming used to life as a foot soldier. He was one of the few who volunteered to be amongst the forces that would fight in most recent Crusade - namely because he was not afraid of Ganymede's cold, and because he had lost many bets and was badly in dept to some locals in the area where he was garrisoned.

Standing well over six feet tall and strong as a bull (like most Asgardians, his ancestors received a little "added bonus" in their genes to endure the harsh conditions of the planet), he was quite successful in the military, albeit he did not really climb the ranks during his time as an active soldier. At the time of the betrayal, he was part of a patrol not too far from the enemy lines, and as such when he returned to the base he had missed all the actions.

[Dragor23]

Name: Corporal Higgs "Ghost" Jenkins
Age: 21
Status: Corporal

Strength  13
Speed 18
Constitution 8
Intelligence 13
Dexterity 8
HP: 18
AR: 15
Speed Modifier:
Infection Percent: 0.1% ((Don’t change this, unless I inform you to))



Weapons:
   A-675 Minuteman(20/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d2 per shot
   HDP 819 Messer (12/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d.5 per shot
   Machete(1d10)
Rations: 10 days worth
Water: 10 days worth
Credits: 200^
Items:
   Compass
   Binoculars
Weight: Manageable

Armor:
Feet: Thin Federation Kevlar Leather Boots
   (+2 AR)
Legs: Thin Federation Kevlar Trousers
   (+4 AR)
Torso: Thin Federation Ceramic Reinforced Kevlar Vest
   (+5 AR)
Arms: Thin Federation Kevlar Sleeves
   (+2 AR)
Head: Federation Kevlar Face Mask.
   (+2 AR)

Bio:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

There is nothing much to tell about Ghost. His life was fairly normal, he grew up on Kandros, an easy and normal life as an redneck in a big, happy redneck family. He learned to shoot from his brother, was obsessed by hunting and joined the Federation after he was old enough. Typical life so far. He got through the boot camps and fought some minor conflicts, nothing in particular.

Higgs is not very tall, more nimble and quick feeted. He is trained in reconnaissance and Long Range Combat.

[Ardas]

Name: Art Vandelay
Age: 28
Status: Valerian Marine

Strength 12
Speed 15
Constitution 12
Intelligence 10
Dexterity 11
Infection
HP:32
AR: 30
Speed Modifier:(-6)
Infection Percent: 0.1% ((Don’t change this, unless I inform you to))



Weapons:
   A-675 Minuteman(20/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d2 per shot
  HDP 819 Messer (12/1)
      Normal Bullets: 1d.5 per shot
   Machete(1d10)
Rations: 10 days worth
Water: 10 days worth
Credits: 200^
Items:
   A silver family ring
   Survival Kit
   Combat Knife(1d2)
Weight: Manageable

Armor:
Feet: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Boots
Legs: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Trousers
Torso: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Torso Armor
Arms: Federation Ceramic-Plated Kevlar Sleeves
Head: Federation Ceramic Titanium Helmet

Bio: Art is a scion of one of the Valeria's mighty military families. Destined to follow the trade of his dynasty, he joined academy and them Marine Corps of his planet. His assigments consisted mostly of anti-pirate runs, pacifications and samll border engagements. Determined to make his mark in the family history, he volunteered for the crusade. Despite his dreams of glory, consumption itself is a far cry from the imagined picture of war.

standing at 5'11, Art is agile, well built with round face and blue eyes and short brown hair.

[filiusenox]

Shoot, Drag, Ardas, Thatkid Approved.

I need a few moments to roll for location.
Ghaz The IED does 1d30 damage, and you have one. You need to have a pool roll of dex and int higher than...15 to set it up. Other than that, you're in.

@Mesor; What the fuck is your char doing on a Crusade if he's not a fed-boy? And the fed is prolly the best group to soldier for...moral wise.

@Spinal, fix thine negative speed modifierrr

[Spinal_Taper]

Shoot, Drag, Ardas, Thatkid Approved.

I need a few moments to roll for location.
Ghaz The IED does 1d30 damage, and you have one. You need to have a pool roll of dex and int higher than...15 to set it up. Other than that, you're in.

@Mesor; What the fuck is your char doing on a Crusade if he's not a fed-boy? And the fed is prolly the best group to soldier for...moral wise.

@Spinal, fix thine negative speed modifierrr

Fixed it. Thought that I would keep it in the sheet, then you would correct it in the rolls.

[mesor]

Ok, changed my back story.

[Tiruin]

Spoiler: Mirana Isolde ; Sheet (click to show/hide)

Age: 18
Gender: Female
Status: Military Intelligence Specialist [Scouting/Reconnaissance]
Stats [0/20]

Strength 8
Speed 20
Constitution 8
Intelligence 12
Dexterity 12
Infection
HP:20
AR: 15
Speed Modifier:
Infection Percent: 0.1%

Weapons:
   A-675 Minuteman(20/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d2 per shot
   Q-797 Boxer(8/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d3.5 per shot
   Machete(1d10)
Rations: 10 days worth
Water: 10 days worth
Credits: 200^
Items:

• Reconnoiter Tools and Gear
• Gilded Family Locket and Chain
• MS Compass {Magnetic and Stellar Compass}
• Survival Kit and Satchel w/ water canister
• Tool Belt and Ammunition Bandolier
• Red Headband

Weight: Manageable

Armor:
Feet: Thin Federation Kevlar Leather Boots
Legs: Thin Federation Kevlar Trousers
Torso: Thin Federation Ceramic Reinforced Kevlar Vest
Arms: Thin Federation Kevlar Sleeves
Head: Federation Kevlar Face Mask

Bio: Born and raised on a free-world colony, Mirana joined the Federation military at the first opportunity she had - wishing to travel the stars and experience new lands, along with following the routes of her ancestors in their journeys and legends. She grew up in a relatively peaceful environment, where zero/low-gravity was the norm of life, used in most physical and physiological education schools, and utilized to the colony's advantage. Mira found her niche in the Federation Rangers, the scouting regiments of the military long after trying and failing in most other areas.

She keeps the belief of family and unity as her driving force, trusting in her allies as well as herself - anything can be overcome with a cheery disposition and an optimistic attitude. Little did she know that her code would be tested in the coming days. The consumption was not a thing to be easily trifled with.

[Skyrunner]

Spoiler:  Sonata Lamphery; Sheet (click to show/hide)

Age: 21
Gender: Female
Status: Tactical Repair Technician
Stats [20/20]
Infection
Strength 10
Speed 8
Constitution 10
Intelligence 16
Dexterity 16

Infection
HP: 30
AR: 15
Speed Modifier:
Infection Percent: 0.1%

Weapons:
   A-675 Minuteman(20/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d2 per shot
   A-675 Minuteman(20/6)
      Normal Bullets: 1d2 per shot
   Machete(1d10)
Rations: 10 days worth
Water: 10 days worth
Credits: 200^
Items:

• MS Compass {Magnetic and Stellar Compass}
• Set of repair tools (hardware)
• A thin silver ring with curvy lines reminiscent of a G clef and some notes.
• Cargo belt with lots of pouches.
• Combat knife

Weight: Manageable

Armor:
Feet: Thin Federation Kevlar Leather Boots
Legs: Thin Federation Kevlar Trousers
Torso: Thin Federation Ceramic Reinforced Kevlar Vest
Arms: Thin Federation Kevlar Sleeves
Head: Federation Kevlar Face Mask

Bio: Sonata was born on an outlying planet of the Federation. She was surrounded by interesting things that went clang when she went at them with a wrench, and always couldn't contain her curiosity despite her parents' pleas to not dismantle the combine harvest bot AGAIN. She also enjoyed things that exercised her thinking, like board games of tactics. She entered the military during her final technician year as part of the credits for the course, those that represented her on-the-job experience. However, the war broke out soon, and it was taken as fait accompli that she was actually a normally hired mechanic. She was whisked into conflict areas where lots of machines broke and was worked very hard. She has ended up on the cursed frozen hell-planet where the ghosts of ships betrayed and torn asunder are said to smolder in the shifting snows, if you look close enough.

Sonata is driven by curiosity, and a need to win, be it against the machine, against a human player, or on a (simulated) battlefield. While that doesn't mean she's a genius, she does like winning. On the other hand, she doesn't stoop to actions she considers dirty, like cheating. She has a generally affable personality, but isn't necessarily friendly.