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[GiglameshDespair]

Spoiler: Psycho Dragon (click to show/hide)

Name: Kilanii Ketarii. Currently just going by Killy, for the most part.
Race: Dragon, mofos Kal'vish
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Personality: Violent, with a cunning born of wickedness. She's definately fond of food - that's one thing she doesn't miss from prison.
Background: She was born with a violent soul: fighting was the only thing that interested her. Schooling in some squalid shack - who cared about that? She was having fun climbing buildings, stealing and vandalising, and pissing off the collective Enforcers. A combination of bad friends and bad decision meant she would never get employer as one of the lowly enforcers of the collective, a job she would have thrived at. She was in prison for arson and murder from her 17th to her 22nd birthdays - and she loved it. The power plays, the violence, ripping out the throat of a guard with her teeth... they never did know it was her who killed the guard in that prison riot. She broke out one day with a bunch of others, scattered to the stars. Turns out you can makes bombs out the stuff they gave the prison labourers, some fermented food and spite. Who knew? A cargo ship brought her to Prometheus, and it turned out a old prison 'buddy' was there to help her into the rebellion by a promise of one hell of a fight - and maybe some chances to use some big-boom tech.

Inventory: Max 55
- nuttin'.

(A deviation of statistics is possible of within 2 or less of the racial basic, though for each addition, you need to make an equivalent subtraction.)
Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength: 5 (+)
Stamina: 6
Reflexes: 6 (++)

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence: 5 (-)
Wisdom: 2
Charisma: 4 (--)

General Statistics:
Luck: 5

Skills:
-Small form
-Glider

I presume Kal'vish still have vaguely humanoid forms, they just go about on all fours.

[3man75]

Also just for starters let's not have a collective leadership and have a NPC leadership instead. I know it kills some of our freedom but i don't like it when gamers decide to go full gun-ho and expect everyone to follow their lead. Cool?

[Patrick Hunt]

I'm good either way I just organize, recruit and supply so doesn't matter to me. As long as he lets me do my job and stays out of my business all is good.

[3man75]

I'm good either way I just organize, recruit and supply so doesn't matter to me. As long as he lets me do my job and stays out of my business all is good.

If it's a NPC leader than he/she will probally be like "hey man can you get us some explosives to blow up the police station?". Which is what i like, a leader that lets us do our jobs how we like so long as we pay heed to know who runs the show as far as the "face" of the uprising.

[Patrick Hunt]

Suits me. I don't want a micro managing leader though.

[GiglameshDespair]

The only race we don't have is the travik, so it's a pretty multicultural team.

[Worldmaster27]

Writing up character sheet now.
EDIT:

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Inric Raffman
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 48
Personality: Sneaky, Confident, Resourceful, Zealous, and occasionally Rash.
Background: Back on Earth, he was one of the best mercenaries around. He was also one of the most stalwart defenders. He did everything he could to defend his home-world. Eventually, he was only captured because he was lucky enough to be knocked unconscious by falling debris. It was in one of the great sieges, at the fortress known to the humans as Mamor. During the seige, he could often be found leading precision counter-strikes against the Collective. One attack, when he was returning with his squad, a Collective rocket hit the threshhold above him, blowing it apart. The resulting debris came down around him. That was the final assault on Mamor. Coincidence? Maybe. Hours after the battle ended, a few Collective soldiers cleared out the rubble and found him barely alive. But alive nonetheless. They send him out to Prometheus, where they thought he couldn't cause anymore trouble.

Inventory: Field Modification Kit (50)

(A deviation of statistics is possible of within 2 or less of the racial basic, though for each addition, you need to make an equivalent subtraction.)
Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength: 6
Stamina: 4
Reflexes: 7

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 5

General Statistics:
Luck: 6

Skills:

[Patrick Hunt]

Nice variety as well. 2 warriors 1 spy 1 engineer/demo 1 recruiter/admin/quartermaster.

[GiglameshDespair]

I'm aiming for more than straight up fighter, but that can be a secondary role. More support, really - I'll use gliding and small form to get into advantageous positions and plant/ throw explosives, slit throats, or just provide covering fire. Kind of a jack of all trades - she knows a bit of violence, a bit of crafting.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

I'm good either way I just organize, recruit and supply so doesn't matter to me. As long as he lets me do my job and stays out of my business all is good.

If it's a NPC leader than he/she will probally be like "hey man can you get us some explosives to blow up the police station?". Which is what i like, a leader that lets us do our jobs how we like so long as we pay heed to know who runs the show as far as the "face" of the uprising.

That's pretty close to summing up how it is structured.  There are 30 figures that in charge of planning the whole thing, but they never show their faces so they could be viewed as being anyone.  Out of the 30, 24 meet each month, with only 6 ever meet at one time in one quarter-sphere, and it is randomized which six meet in one location, in order for it to remain cohesive (Eg. Meeting 1 could be between 1,5,8,12,14,21, then Meeting 2 could be 1,9,15,17,23,24).  That meeting of 6 then plans out the goals for the groups in that quarter-sphere, and the plans are sent out to the group in charge of a certain district, whose leaders then plan out objectives for the rebels under their command to achieve the goals assigned to them, distributing the objectives to the various operating base leaders who post the missions for the soldiers to take on when that stage of the objective becomes available.  As it gets more region specific, a few more objectives tend to work their way in, such as securing ammo and weaponry or boosting opinion, and if a person wants to do a job that is not assigned, they just need to contact the leader, who, if he/she/it finds there is no conflict with anything existing, checks with the surrounding operating bases.  If there is no apparent conflict there, you're given the go ahead.  If there is a conflict, they'll ask you to wait awhile til the one it conflicts with finishes up, after which you are given the go ahead.

I'm aiming for more than straight up fighter, but that can be a secondary role. More support, really - I'll use gliding and small form to get into advantageous positions and plant/ throw explosives, slit throats, or just provide covering fire. Kind of a jack of all trades - she knows a bit of violence, a bit of crafting.

I'm hoping someone signs up as a Travik, just so that there is someone of every race fielded.  If anyone wants to play as the heavy support, they are the ones to choose, thanks to their race having the largest and most powerful weaponry.  If the slots are already filled, then I'll open one up for that player.

Edit:

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Inric Raffman
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Personality: Sneaky, Confident, Resourceful, Zealous, and occasionally Rash.
Background: Back on Earth, he was one of the best mercenaries around. He was also one of the most stalwart defenders. He did everything he could to defend his home-world. Eventually, he was only captured because he was lucky enough to be knocked unconscious by falling debris. It was in one of the great sieges, at the fortress known to the humans as Mamor. During the seige, he could often be found leading precision counter-strikes against the Collective. One attack, when he was returning with his squad, a Collective rocket hit the threshhold above him, blowing it apart. The resulting debris came down around him. That was the final assault on Mamor. Coincidence? Maybe. Hours after the battle ended, a few Collective soldiers cleared out the rubble and found him barely alive. But alive nonetheless. They send him out to Prometheus, where they thought he couldn't cause anymore trouble.

Inventory: Field Modification Kit (50)

(A deviation of statistics is possible of within 2 or less of the racial basic, though for each addition, you need to make an equivalent subtraction.)
Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength: 6
Stamina: 4
Reflexes: 7

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 5

General Statistics:
Luck: 6

Skills:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Steve Winsley
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Personality: Shy, Protective, Defensive
Background: Steve was an engineer working at CERN when the aliens came. He slipped through the cracks, with his skills eventually being recognized by the Resistance. He rediscovered his less legal skills, such as hacking and demolition.

Inventory: Precision Tools.

Combat Stats:

Str: 4
Stam: 4
Reflx: 4

Non-Combat Skills:

Int: 7

Wis: 7

Char: 5

General Stats:

Luck: 6

Don't forget that the Earth was destroyed 23 years ago, so if you were 20 when it happened, you will be 43 now.

[kj1225]

Spoiler: Kyle Johnson (click to show/hide)

Name:  Kyle Johnson
Race:  Human
Gender:  Male
Age:  21
Personality:  Fairly kind man. Like flirting with women quite a lot.
Background:  Kyle became a rebel his parents insistence as life really sucks anyways.

Inventory (Carrying Capacity <current>/<maximum (Average of strength and stamina times ten)>:

(A deviation of statistics is possible of within 2 or less of the racial basic, though for each addition, you need to make an equivalent subtraction.)
Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength:  5
Stamina:  5
Relexes:  5

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence:  5
Wisdom:  5
Charisma:  6

General Statistics:
Luck:  6

Skills:

Leaving this here for now.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Spoiler: Kyle Johnson (click to show/hide)

Name:  Kyle Johnson
Race:  Human
Gender:  Male
Age:  21
Personality: 
Background:

Inventory (Carrying Capacity <current>/<maximum (Average of strength and stamina times ten)>:

(A deviation of statistics is possible of within 2 or less of the racial basic, though for each addition, you need to make an equivalent subtraction.)
Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength:  5
Stamina:  5
Relexes:  5

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence:  5
Wisdom:  5
Charisma:  6

General Statistics:
Luck:  6

Skills:

Leaving this here for now.

As the initial slots are filled, you're going to be going on the waitlist for now, just so you know.

[kj1225]

Aw, I thought I counted four. Darn.

[Worldmaster27]

When can we expect initial update?

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Aw, I thought I counted four. Darn.

Might have been 4 when you last checked, but a couple more managed to get in.

Below is the current list of players, compiled for my own ease of navigation.  Tour coming up soon.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Redak
Race: Rilker
Gender: Male
Age : 23
Personality: Confident, Charismatic, Honest, Trustworthy, Loyal.

Background: Redaks family were smugglers, remembering friends still trapped in the pits they had used what small influence they had to slip in and out delivering small comforts to old friends and over time had gained help from others like them and began to deliver those goods to a wider variety of pit dwellers until finally they got greedy and were executed.

Redak being young had grown up hearing the rumors of revolution that sprang up around humans and having joint his parents in trips to the pit several times he had several human friends himself.
Learning from his parents mistakes he began small delivering higher quality foods and listening to what the humans had to say. In time he began to deliver messages to different groups spread around the pit allowing them to organize discreetly using his smuggling as cover.
Then he began discreetly making friends with dealers who could supply small arms and funneling it to the rebels as well so they could fight back.

AT first ti was a simple business arrangement they provided useful services to him and he did the same for them but he made the mistake of listening to them one time to many and began to believe in the revolution himself.
AT first he kept to the shadows providing the scattered groups with some much need organization and co-ordination without becoming actively involved but little by little he was drawn into the revolotion until finally he joint a group in earnest.

Inventory : 30


Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength: 3
Stamina: 3
Relexes: 3

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence: 7
Wisdom: 7
Charisma: 7

General Statistics:
Luck: 5

Skills: Above the pits, Rilker Hearing.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Valk'ovish
Race: Valdorans
Gender: Get giggy with the trees
Personality: The progress of Valdorans kind can grow in kind to be strong, and Valk'ovish wishes to play its part in sowing those seeds that can profit it well. Ambitious, devoted to selflessness - after Valk'ovish has secured for Valk'ovish's future of course.
Background: being the sole gardener of a shrinking Valdorans clinic, gardening has earned Valk'ovish the perfect guise to pursue his own agenda. Slavery under the collective has been beneficial in so far as Valk'ovish had once had the pleasure of having a large clientel base of various peoples, at least whilst the business was still good. News of the human resistance has inspired the romance of rebellion in the hearts of all, Valk'ovish is not without exception. The collective, and indeed Valdorans loyal to the collective would not suspect Valk'ovish when Valk'ovish must talk to the plants Valk'ovish cares for, or listens to the secrets whispered by the limbus vine, no? For now, it is best that Valk'ovish see who will survive the next century. Valk'ovish is patient. In the meantime, the lack of business in visiting sick Valdorans, sick trees or prospecting buyers of Moguhe flowers has been made up for those willing to buy secrets, to buy information. It may be the only way to stay afloat in such difficult times.

Age: 48 full circles lie beneath Valk'ovish's eyes.

Inventory: Just a few common trinkets, shears, gardening attire, trowel, drill.

Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength: 5
Stamina: 4
Relexes: 7

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence: 4
Wisdom:8
Charisma: 3

General Statistics:
Luck: 4

Skills:

• Profession: Agriculture

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Bubku
Race: Valdorans
Gender: Male
Personality: Unpredictable, Resentful, Team Player, Cynical, Introverted,  Broken Spirit, and Sadistic.
Background: Bubku wasn't always the biggest Cynic among his people. He was usually care-free and sometimes weird Valdoran, taking delightment of stealing peoples food for a day and then returning with an even larger portion later. He was punished for nuisances by usual imprisonments of which he mocked the guards and even those passer-byes who trew rotten fruit, trash, and other things at him as public punishment. That all changed when the Collective enslaved his people. His nuisances were met with lashes against him and his family. They was made to watch as his friends and neighbors were dipped into acid when he had boasted out loud about how they couldn't break him. He became distant afterwards and resentful against his captive until he heard about the uprising. Even if this is just a trap he still wants to take some kind of revenge against those who would hurt his people.


Inventory: 30

Combat stats:

Str: 8
Stam: 6
Reflx: 6

Non-Combat:

Intel: 2

Wisd: 5

Char: 3

General Statistics:

Luck: 5

Skills: False Decoration

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Steve Winsley
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Personality: Shy, Protective, Defensive
Background: Steve was an engineer working at CERN when the aliens came. He slipped through the cracks, with his skills eventually being recognized by the Resistance. He rediscovered his less legal skills, such as hacking and demolition.

Inventory: Precision Tools.

Combat Stats:

Str: 4
Stam: 4
Reflx: 4

Non-Combat Skills:

Int: 7

Wis: 7

Char: 5

General Stats:

Luck: 6

Spoiler: Psycho Dragon (click to show/hide)

Name: Kilanii Ketarii. Currently just going by Killy, for the most part.
Race: Dragon, mofos Kal'vish
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Personality: Violent, with a cunning born of wickedness. She's definately fond of food - that's one thing she doesn't miss from prison.
Background: She was born with a violent soul: fighting was the only thing that interested her. Schooling in some squalid shack - who cared about that? She was having fun climbing buildings, stealing and vandalising, and pissing off the collective Enforcers. A combination of bad friends and bad decision meant she would never get employer as one of the lowly enforcers of the collective, a job she would have thrived at. She was in prison for arson and murder from her 17th to her 22nd birthdays - and she loved it. The power plays, the violence, ripping out the throat of a guard with her teeth... they never did know it was her who killed the guard in that prison riot. She broke out one day with a bunch of others, scattered to the stars. Turns out you can makes bombs out the stuff they gave the prison labourers, some fermented food and spite. Who knew? A cargo ship brought her to Prometheus, and it turned out a old prison 'buddy' was there to help her into the rebellion by a promise of one hell of a fight - and maybe some chances to use some big-boom tech.

Inventory: Max 55
- nuttin'.

(A deviation of statistics is possible of within 2 or less of the racial basic, though for each addition, you need to make an equivalent subtraction.)
Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength: 5 (+)
Stamina: 6
Reflexes: 6 (++)

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence: 5 (-)
Wisdom: 2
Charisma: 4 (--)

General Statistics:
Luck: 5

Skills:
-Small form
-Glider

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Inric Raffman
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Personality: Sneaky, Confident, Resourceful, Zealous, and occasionally Rash.
Background: Back on Earth, he was one of the best mercenaries around. He was also one of the most stalwart defenders. He did everything he could to defend his home-world. Eventually, he was only captured because he was lucky enough to be knocked unconscious by falling debris. It was in one of the great sieges, at the fortress known to the humans as Mamor. During the seige, he could often be found leading precision counter-strikes against the Collective. One attack, when he was returning with his squad, a Collective rocket hit the threshhold above him, blowing it apart. The resulting debris came down around him. That was the final assault on Mamor. Coincidence? Maybe. Hours after the battle ended, a few Collective soldiers cleared out the rubble and found him barely alive. But alive nonetheless. They send him out to Prometheus, where they thought he couldn't cause anymore trouble.

Inventory: Field Modification Kit (50)

(A deviation of statistics is possible of within 2 or less of the racial basic, though for each addition, you need to make an equivalent subtraction.)
Combat-Oriented Statistics:
Strength: 6
Stamina: 4
Reflexes: 7

Noncombat-Oriented Statistics:
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 5

General Statistics:
Luck: 6

Skills:

When can we expect initial update?

I need to take a shower and work on some Calculus so I can hopefully get out of the D range with my final after everything is graded.  After that, I'll put up the update.  If I can't get it out tonight then I'll try and get it out in the morning (Central Standard Time for both of those).