Lugh SonkenYou check out the transport.
Describe your new vehicle.Eric MortlockThe moment your gun touches the holster, the stranger pulls. His handgun whips upward quicker than your eye can see, and faster than you could ever move. He fires before you can finish reacting. The slug hits you in the shoulder and you go down hard. You're in pain, but guessing what he's about to do next you lie unmoving for a moment. He takes a tentative step forward and involuntarily starts to lower his weapon. You jolt upright and fire twice without thinking. The stranger staggers backwards from the shots, then stands there, frozen in place. He looks downward and fingers the massive hole in his chest. He groans and his gun slips from his hand before he crumples to the ground.
You sit upright and touch your shoulder. The round punched a clean hole in your body armor, and you. It's a bad wound, and you're bleeding pretty heavily. You stand up shakily and stagger over to the stranger's body. You've been shot before, and this tends to be the usual feeling. You try to bend down and end up falling over again near the man. You reach for the stranger's handgun where it fell. Sure enough, it's loaded with high-velocity jacketed rounds. You hear a thin wheezing and you quickly reload the weapon and spin in the direction of the sound. You crawl using one hand over to the stranger's prone body. Your rounds were placed centimeters apart, ripping apart the entire right side of his chest, and you could stick your forearm partway into the cavity without getting a drop of blood on you. You lower the gun. His eyes find yours as you stare at his wound. You're surprised to see tears welling up in his eyes. He groans and you can see him struggling feebly to raise his arm.
Cavendish "Boss the Cavalier" WalesAlready on it, boss! Should have a visual in a couple minutes!Some minutes later.
Got him. The lead engineer pushes his cap further back on his head and presses his face to a scope.
It's an aeroplane alright. Three engines, like I said. Very small, a single-seater.. It's a Sieg strafer, but not like one we've ever seen in the Norzlands. You wouldn't believe the armor this thing has. It's got enough gravity bombs to put a serious dent in the Earl. No other weapons that I can see other than a lot of clustered dischargers, probably for close-range AP on a flyover. He leans back in his chair and turns to you.
We'll be fine as long as it doesn't get close. The ADLs will take care of him. He pulls his hat back down and goes back to checking sensor readings.
You've been keeping tight reins on the fire so far, worried about it catching on the bridge. You sit there holding it in your hand, unburned. Bravely, you try rubbing some on your face and hair. Now your head's on fire, but somehow it hurts even less. You think about it for a minute and, finally, ignoring the risk, you relax your mind and release your control on the fire. Free, it jumps from your hands, exploding outwards and washing over your entire body. You shout and thrash for a minute, terrified, until you realise that now it doesn't hurt a bit. You laugh nervously, looking at yourself.
Heh, so.. You don't burn me...and I let you out to play once in a while.. Deal? The bridge crew watches in awe as thin lines of flame, unharming, dance across your body in graceful patterns. One crewman takes a step toward you, slightly concerned.
You okay, boss..? You reply without thinking.
I think it's.. Happy..You made the power your own! The World Pyro!Kyle JohnsonYour canine features pull into something resembling a wry smile. You remove one of your gloves and your hand sparks brightly as before. Expecting it this time, you press the hand close to your body to hide the light. You stare at your hand and concentrate. Normally during the day or when you get excited your skin glows orange in some places (in your anterior region, on your belly and the insides of your legs, and the prominent veins on your powerful limbs and neck when you use your strength) because of the superhot lava that flows through your veins, but during moments like these when you need to hide, your body has always subdued your luminance. You try to take that idea and apply it to this strange new power of yours. It dims and slowly goes out. You hold it up, examining it and, satisfied, use your short claws to slash roughly at the tent fabric, creating a largish tear. You stick your head inside the tent.
The interior is black, but unlike humans you have less of a problem seeing at night. Your night vision still isn't as good as an actual dog's, however. The tent is very spacious, about 140 square feet/13 square meters. There are 20 elevated cots spaced evenly that take up all of the space inside, and from here they all look occupied. Luckily no one woke up when you tore open the tent. There are three other tents just like this, so that means there's a max of 80 Siegs encamped here.
Name: Lugh Sonken
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Appearance: Well fed. Keeps a shaved head and beard. He sports a ratty collared leather jacket with an image of a snake emerging from turtles shell on the back and a grimy pair of shades.
Ambition: HE'S going to be the man to conquer the world. Not those fucking Nazi pricks
Circumstances: He was born into a family of criminals and he spent his youth raiding and extorting various businesses within the slums of some coastal cities. People called them the "Land Locked Raiders" and they terrorized a certain costal city. Eventually a joint effort of vigilantes, bounty hunters, and rival criminals sought to snuff out the Sonken family once and for all.
All he has to his name is his leather Jacket, shades, and his trusty pair of cestus emblazoned with a steel and jeweled Sonken family emblem, a sun with a X made of two great spears. His great grandfather used to tell him that the Sonken family emblem represented some sort of artifact his ancestors apparently stole from an angry Sun God that swore revenge, and that its visage had some sort of mystical property. Ever since Lugh got his spark, he feels...closer to the gloves for some reason.
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HoomanAlright!Stuff -
Ratty Emblematic Leather Jacket, Old Jeans, Grimy Shades, Family CestusReddish Spice [valuable hallucinogenic powder; handful]
Martial PyrosFlaming Fists
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Name: Eric Mortlock
Gender: Male
Age: Mid 30's
Appearance: Wears black full body armor(up to neck), a quarter elf who has slightly elongated ears, and slight elven body structure, has ice blue eyes, and long brown hair. Armor is made out of thickish Kevlar.
Ambition: He recently escaped from the hell that was the Siegliech Empire. They abducted him and forced him into the military when he was a young man. He seriously disliked them for their torturing methods to keep him fighting in said godforsaken military. So he decided he was going to take them out. He realized he didn't stand a chance, so he became an alcoholic and drank away his problems.
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Sub ElfShot!Stuff -
Kevlar Body ArmorBig Revolve Stubber [3/5 Big Slugs]
Bolero Custom [9/10 HVAP]
Big Slugs [5x]
Repeater Slugs [20x]
Power? ? ?
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Name: Cavendish "Cavalier" Wales
Gender: Male
Age: 83
Race: Squishy hooman of course!! But with Metal reinforcements through most of their body.
Appearance: Smokin', naturally! But leaning on the side of wiry...
Ambition: What drives you to develop this strange new power?! Trained their entire life to be the best, and not going to let anything stop them now!
Circumstances: A veteran of countless battles, they have crossed the world to prove that they can save the noble natives.
Cav personally possesses a deceptively-light but dense-looking form which conceals various structural augmentations using a mysterious material that was installed early in their life when they volunteered as a test subject for an experimental program. Some unusual property of the material seems to retard the aging process, but sadly the site was apparently destroyed shortly after the procedure took place, and Cavalier was never informed as to precisely what the material was.
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HoomanA-Okay!Reinforced SkeletonNo Wrinkles!Cavalier BossStuff -
Cavalier Bossman Long Coat, Cavalier Bossman Kepi Cavalier Bossman Proton Cutlass
The Grey Earl -
Range:Infinite Load:Massive[5x] 200MJ A/G Automated Defence Lasers
[1x] 5,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000MJ
The Backdown Proto Destructor Beam
Dated Laser Rifle [∞]
Dated Laser Pistol [∞]
Carboxyde Cartridges [∞]
Scrap Alloy [∞]
Buddies1000 Cavalier Cav Desert Militants [battle tested]
World PyrosUnharming Flame
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Name: Kyle Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Half Hellhound
Appearance: The misguided, antisocial male half-Hellhound herbologist with unexpected depths. His hair and eyes are red. He appears as an 'humanized' version of his non-human parent, but it is an attractive, not monstrous appearance.
Ambition: Hehe, BURN THOSE FUCKING NAZIS THAT KILLED MY PARENTS. The world will be purified with flames.
Circumstances: On the coast near a small encampment of Seigs staking out the location for a raid.
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Bastard HellhoundMade of Lava!Stuff -
Heatproof Combat Webbing, Heatproof GlovesGLINT Spot/Motion Binoculars
Precision Shoulder Laser [1000/1000]
Carboxyde Superheavy Cartridges [1x]
Hi-Ex Self-Propelled Disc [5x; thrown]
PowerHot Touch
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