( !thanks, I'll get my characater up soon, but could you tell me a little bit more about this world/situation? i want to get a better understanding :)
(Sure!
Tarim is under occupation by the Inquisition. The Roux Remnants are reduced to living in slums, in such limited numbers they pose no threat to their oppressors. They have also been selectively exterminated, all descendants of warriors executed years ago. No one has the experience to mount a rebellion. Finally, all Roux weapons and armor have been destroyed.
All but one.
Our scavengers stumble upon this, exploring and cleaning out the ruins of a TITAN Roux war machine. The armor is disabled(which is why it hasn’t been found yet), but the group knows can’t take it back without being executed.
So they vanish.
I suppose I should have asked you what else you wanted to know, but there is some more background.)
( thanks! that clears some things up. As for the setting; im assuming it's futuristic/cyberpunk-ish, while still being pretty miserable?)
(Pretty much.)
(sounds good~ i'll post mine in a minute.)
(ahah, a little longer than a minute, whoops)
Name: Kyran Slater
Nickname(s): Kyrie (which he usually goes by)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Sexuality: Pansexual, or as he would say: "whatever."
Appearance: Wavy brown hair that reaches just past his ears, usually tied back if he's working on something. Downturned brown eyes that often times seem blank and unnoticing. He's fairly strong, with good upper body strength, though his hands are peppered in little scars: nicks and minor cuts collected over the years of working with metal. He has a little hobby of making necklaces out of things he finds, like beads, chipped shells, bottle caps, and flattened pieces of sheet metal, and he likes wearing them.
Personality: Quiet and shy; he keeps to himself, but really enjoys company and having someone to talk to. So… an introverted extrovert, always overthinking things or not properly processing what's happening. He's very affectionate, but has a hard time remembering that he's allowed to show it, because he doesn't want to get attached. He's a little self-conscious, and never knows how to talk about himself or take compliments. He likes to keep busy; always fiddling with something or working on a necklace, oftentimes getting lost in focus, murmuring or quietly humming to himself.
Skills: Metalworking, daydreaming, fixing things, engineering.
Other: He has a problem with maintaining eye contact, and often seems "too calm."
I like him! Great addition! I’m gonna wait till probably tomorrow for IceFire to give a go ahead, and then we can get into it.
( thanks! :¬D sounds good)
(Hey! We can get going now! my apologies for not being on :') )
(No problem! I’ll go ahead and start!)
On any other day the old fields of war would be quiet. On any other day, one could walk among the old Titans and feel small compared to the sheer might of the old Roux Warriors. On any other day, these fields would be an escape. But not today.
Today was a Reclamation Day.
Derek Mendel clambered up the side of a downed Titan, trying to get on top to grind open the cockpit. He was looking for the usual things… supplies, military rations, clothing, and parts. Lots of parts.
And obviously, he was looking for weapons. Only weapons would fetch a high enough price to keep he and his friends going through next month. The Inquisition really only rewarded scavengers who were skilled enough to find weapons, and by now the only weapons were in the bodies of old Titans, locked up under three or more layers of hard security.
His scavenging team followed behind him, making conversation among themselves.
(I hope that works as an intro? I’m not used to starting off…..)
(it's good, um~~~ idk if we should have turns…or?)
(Not really. Just don’t step on each other’s toes too much. Feel free to respond if you feel it’s right!)
(It's fine, Misfit! I'm just really busy rn and I wanted to post a longer reply, so I wanted to wait until i have time for that?)
(Okay! No rush. I was just worried about it.)
(Alright! Yeah sorry about that)
(Question: they're already part of the team, right?)
(Yeah. How far back is up to you guys interacting. I’d say this is there first time going out all together, but if you wanna know somebody prior to this, all you gotta do is ask them!)
(hmm alright! Thanks!)
(Are they all a group right now, or not yet?)
(All that we know for sure right now is that they are all a group)
(Alright! So they're all with Derek right now? Sorry, I just want to be clear!)
(Yep! And don’t you worry none! Mistakes and misunderstandings can usually lead to some funny moments in RPs!)
Lynn followed after Derek, a hand resting on the gun at his side. He wasn't sure what to expect, so he wanted to be prepared for any and all likelihoods. He was silent, mind wrapped up in his own issues. Namely, raising enough money to take care of his own issues. He needed money. He had been recently diagnosed with something, and the medication was so expensive that as things stood now, he couldn't afford it. And without the medication… without that, he could very well die. He hadn't told any of the others yet; he didn't think they needed to know.
Derek finally reached the top of the Titan and wiped the sweat of his brow as he sat and surveyed the old fields. Holes littered the landscape where Inquisition orbital lasers had decimated every active Roux signal, effectively ending the Rouxi defense.
Derek shook his head. The end was quick and painless for most of them. That’s All he had to think. He looked down at his team, trying to find a distraction. “Lynn!” he called, “You never told me why you don’t just sell that gun.”
Lynn looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Uh…because I need it?" he had already sold most everything he could. He climbed up beside Derek, shaking his head. "Plus, this is the last I've got of my family. Not gonna sell this unless I haven't got a choice." he had a faint accent to his voice that was a bit difficult to place. He shrugged his shoulders slightly.
(Question: have they like…colonized/settled other planets/the moon yet?)
(I'd say yes, but the status of those colonies is in some serious question. Also the invasion of Tarim happened centuries ago, so these guys haven't lived through it, and if there are any outside Roux, they don't know about the guys living here.)
"Need it for what? Inquisition? Good luck…" Derek sighed as he started setting up the mounted saw, "You can't penetrate their armor nowadays. It's all shields and nano-steel. Roux tech, by the way. They just added more of it and made it look like Inquisition standard-spec. In short, I don't think anything we have could break it."
Kyrie hummed to himself as he surveyed the downed Titan, his scarred fingers hooked into the shoulder straps of his empty pack. His toolbelt jingled as he walked through the desolate fields, and his eyes traced the lower edges of where the metal of the Titan met the ground, searching for anything that might have been caught in between. He looked up at the two on top of the fallen Titan, planning to join them in a moment.
(ohh okay. Would it be feasible for Lynn to be from one of the colonies, or nah??)
Lynn shrugged slightly. "It still works on other people. And besides, it's one of the last things I've got that belonged to my family." He replied, looking at Derek and arching an eyebrow.
(Maybe his lineage could originate from a colony. Idk about him….)
Derek shrugged, satisfied, and worked on getting the saw functioning. The blade jammed on the first go, the belt fell off on the second. On the third go, the blade caught metal. The saw began to chew through the hull, so Derek stepped away. The noise was too loud to hear anything over it when he was right there next to it.
