BladeRunner

Y'all ain't gotta wait at all, I'll probably post them when this club picks up some more members. That said, I wouldn't mind Toshiro joining a team with those three if they'd have him. I also hadn't realized he'd be on a team, I completely missed that line lol. But if I do post more characters they'll be used as NPCs for the time being if anything, just making an appearance every once in a blue moon till they're ready to use

Hm, if anyone is interested I got Toshiro available? Replies will be slow due to with but I'm very interested. I'll also have another character or two open here soon(ish)

Took awhile to find a good picture, but finally got my character done up. Man looks like a unit

Name: Tatsuba Toshiro Race: Human (Knight) Alias (primarily for Magical Girls/Knights): For now… Don't think I'll give Toshiro a name quite yet. I'll let others come up with an alias when he becomes more experienced. Gender: Male Age: 18 Hair: Black Eyes: Red Short Bio: When it comes to Tatsuba Toshiro, the man is… Quiet, intense, and of course stubborn above all things. He doesn't typically socialize with others, keeping his friend circle small and selective much like keeping the snakes from the fruit; in other words he isn't very trusting. When one does get to know Toshiro he certainly has his hobbies and dreams of being a business owner, he is very ambitious and never seems to know how to give up. Tatsuba Toshiro grew up in the Kanto Region of Japan, however his life early on was met only with grief. Being a survivor of a mass slaughter, the boy witnessed his family being butchered by what one would call a “Demon.” Luckily he only survived as his older brother, Takamo, had snuck Toshiro and his infant brother, Teru, from harm's way. From then on they were adopted by an American family that moved to Kyoto. Unfortunately the boy's troubles were just beginning, as after the incident he was able to see and converse, and even make contact with the dead and energies. His brothers could do the same, and each had an inhuman strength for their ages, however learning to conceal their strange abilities, they grew into fine young men. Toshiro would partake in martial arts here and there, learning a few things as well as studying business, liquor brewing, and anything regarding religion and spiritualism. Unbeknownst to him, Toshiro’s life will take a sudden turn. Orientation: Straight

Like a festering parasite the alien moved on in all willy-nilly, however the wording of Secretary caught the bio-mechanical being's attention. Ah, that explains it... Why the fuck would something like this be a secretary if they spoke broken English? Vulture lingered his gaze on the critter as it looked at the screen, obviously fixated on it until she asked for the name of the action and his own name. It was a bizarre sight to behold. "Model 245, designation, Vulture. And whst you are watching," Vulture clicks off the television set, "Are sports. Are you... Unfamiliar with your job as a secretary?" To the point and cut and dry, Vulture was one for no nonsense. If it were to take gis mind off the past this little shenanigan was better than just sitting on his tail. That said, Vulture stood up, though he was only 5'3" he still was much taller than... Chibi? Whatever.

Will post my character in a few days.

Sighing again, Vulture went ahead and turned on an old 80's styled television set that was built into the wall. He went with Recorded Sports ecirdedabd sifted through the various clips until settling on a more recent one... After the end of the war of course, a month afterward actually. Griffball (I'm stealing this from Halo/Red VS. Blue) was a sport that came into being in 2042 A.D. and quickly became an American favorite. The Protogens minds were composed of a combination of Human and animal cells, so memories that weren't his were available. "Let's see... Ah, Texas Marshalls against the Kansas Chiefs, this ought to be a good one." Vulture thought as the Texas anthem, then the National anthem, then the world anthem played one after another. Of course he can easily multitask between the sport feed and his duties, given his thoughts process faster than that of a Humans, like a computer. And just as Vulture was watching the game he heard the hissing of the door, he turned in his seat to see... No one? No, he looked lower to see the gray sausage roll of an alien step on through, speaking in a small but proud voice. He barely knew any of these people, this one included. What was her name? But what struck him odd was the fact she was reporting for duty as if she worked here... Hell, She probably was the Protogen's supervisor. "You're... Yes, how may I help you?" Vulture asked in a low tone, as if the little bag of potatoes was a stranger to him. She is a stranger.

Sure! That would be great!

Between the various areas of the Recreation Sector were the Security Ward: a set of rooms and halls dedicated to the safety of the . Within this area are the receptionist area, interview rooms, evidence and lockers, storerooms and the highly secure cells and detention vaults. ----------------------------------------------- Vulture was watching footage of the mess hall where... He was simply watching out of pure boredom. The various rooms at the front of the Security Ward were offices for personnel and the likes, of course the Ward itself was empty with sparse officers here and there. Not that he cared, routine drills and patrols were necessary enough to keep him from talking with others. Not that anyone would have to do with Vulture given his model were instrumental in the fight against Earth years ago. No one won that conflict. The Protogen's thoughts were cut off when an alarm on his terminal went off. Ah yes, server review. He logged into the databases server to look over any logins not authorized. It would be like this for some time, looking through logs and various pages stored within memory of the vessel. Vulture couldn't help but think back to his service with Lunar Corp. and what it took to fight alongside them. The lies, the manipulation, first generation models of the Protogen were fooled into joining, but the industries and treatment to his kind were... Abusive, excessively so. Slaves, that's all they were until the war ended. As his anger and irritation was beginning to swell, Vulture's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden chime of another notification. He looked up to see the message, an hour has passed since he logged in and immediately started to do mental math. Had it already been an hour? He leaned back into his chair sighing into the silent nothingness. Vulture knew there was nothing else to do besides mundane tasks. Perhaps a patrol would do?

Gotta ask, this is taking place in modern times? Can't help but feel an 80's anime aesthetic to it. I just wanna make sure before jumping into character making. Also, how do you feel about a character discovering their power via reaching adulthood? I can go into further detail on that if you'd like.

I am so sorry for the inactivity, I work overnights so long shifts tend to be my focus. Here soon I'll have a thread up for the Security Ward. If anyone is interested in playing around with Vulture hit me up :3

Believe it or not he was in cryo for "containment" reasons. Even though the Lunar-Earth war was finished, there are still echoes of it in the forms of Vulture. I can imagine that Warning had staring contests with herself in the mirror and somehow won.

There was one particular pod that hadn't yet been activated. The content inside was of biomechical design yet unlike the rest of the crew the pod remained dormant. When all others were awakened and off to their duties only then did the pod activated. Suddenly the machine hissed, releasing cold air and allowing the thawing process. In that time did the flicker of a visor indicate activity was being around. As soon as the cryo pod's hisses opened and slid upward to allow the individual to exit, the Protogen did just that. Cautiously he stepped out, taking one step at a time until fully standing with his back facing the pod opening. There was a loading bar across the black shaped visor, the fingers and bushy tail of the Protogen twitch slightly here and there as if they were still in a dream state. After a minute the bar fully loaded in its blue color, it flickered off then eyes and a mouth were formed from simple lines, shaped to give off expression. The eyes opened to a simple single dot in either or presented as pupils, the Protogen looked down at the pod with a look of disgust... More so with what one could describe as anger. "So I am not in hell..." The Protogen quietly said to himself with deep tone yet there was the obvious synthetic background that came with it like a background. "Please Identify." "Series One, Model Two-Forty-Five." The Protogen announced quietly to the pod. Finally the pod closed after giving a light chime, finishing its processing for the next shift. He stared at it for a moment before moving again to stretch this time, allowing his flesh to get the limberness it needed after being frozen. He thought that he had died, the Protogen thought that Earth Gov. would've sent him off to space forever in a cryo pod, perhaps into the sun even. He still felt it, the burning, the torment, for an instance he thought he had seen a familiar pink and purple light above the pits reaching down to finally deliver him unto... That was until Model 245 awoke from his long nightmare. But now he was here, in a new kind of hell. Model 245 turned to see an empty room, obviously everyone else had been awoken as well and very recently at that. Despite the lack of mechanical repairs needed, he decided a hot shower was in fact in order. Later. Instead 245 used his motion tracker to see where everyone was, and luckily it was the common room that seemed to be the point of interest. Without needing to change and his metallic armor pieces keeping his pieces hidden and protected, he moved into the halls. Finally arriving into the common rooms did Model 245 take a place in a corner, carefully stating out of everyone's sight as he leaned against the cold steel wall. Some during orientation called him, "Cringe," For acting the way he did. It was the fact he hated people that he remained distant.

Are Protogen/Synths allowed? Just wanna make sure in case it's not. And how is everyone?

Howdy howdy!

Iiiii still goty characters up for RP if anyone's interested? Got about four or five characters.

Been a minute, but I got any of my characters available for anyone

"How The FUCK Do You Get Fat In This Establishment, Private??!!" There was shouting in the Main Bay of the Black Star, a grizzled, deep toned man was currently busy chewing the life out of a young soldier who did indeed look a little thicker than before. "I'm sorry Commander, I've just been given a lot during downtime and I didn't want it to-" The Private tried to protest but to no avail as the Commander got in the kids face. "If you get shot in the battlefield who the fuck do you think has to carry you back? Your squamates, who wears a Battle Dress Uniform which weighs fifty pounds and equipment which is an additional forty!! Until you shed the fat off your ass, you won't be sent anywhere!! Am I clear?!" The Private looked like he was about to cry, however gave a strong, "Yes Sir!" "Now get your ass out of this hangar bay and get moving!!!" Joseph Briggs was the Commander of the Black Star Voyager, the second in command of the entire vessel and it's personnel. A product of his generation, considered the "Gen X" of Humanities future, it wasn't just his drive or commitment to his job that made Joseph who he was. It were the horrors of war and the trials he went through that made the slowly aging man gritty, nasty, and harsh. A quality of the finest members of the vessel no one could match was hard, brutal honesty that he had, dubbed, "The Gordon Ramsey," of the Black Star. Although his ass chewing was delivered in the harshest ways the Commander wasn't wrong, the ship needed physically fit personnel for the mission. As the Private ran off, the Commander glanced to the individuals in the hangar who had halted their work. Immediately they went back to it and he walked away, checking station to station making sure everything was going according to schedule. Some say today he woke up in a bad mood, but who could blame him? The stress combined with keeping track of a bunch of fucking kittens. 'You should have been easier.' 'He'll slow down other units. Fatigue, lack of strength and stamina, he'll die in a combat situation.' Not much was known about Briggs, only that he was one of the Hunter Supersoldiers, a slowly declining but otherwise legendary units during the Human-Xenti War. Any information of his past was only disclosed to the Captain of the ship, not even the other high ranking officers had that kind of access. Government and Military benefits. As he started up the railing to the second floor of the hangar Briggs looked out to everything below from crew members to vehicles and equipment. This was his only life, the military.

Methinks could be before we land, onboard preparations could make characters interact with each other?

Same here, got my characters all set up when we're ready to go. In lore, wouldn't it make sense that during a long flight through space that everyone aboard be in stasis/cryo sleep? Kinda my personal thought on this, if we just got done with a slew of conflicts Humanity could still be figuring out FTL? If ya wanna go all Halo on it, could have Slip Space which opens a "portal"/wormhole from one destination to the next?

Sat on the thought for a few days, thinking I'm done making stuff for now. Pumping that shit like nobody's business.

Obviously the helmet is elongated, and the armor suited to fit his bodies form. Occupation: Quarters Master and self proclaimed Forge Chieftain Name: Vaal'Acree, "Acree" Race- Bhalikhan, specifically the Tei'aar Nae'hvecht'cet, a species of Lesser Tribes Age- 246 Sex- Male Sexuality- Straight Height- 9’4” Personality- Blunt, few words and to the point, Vaal'Acree is still learning Human culture, but one of the very few things he actyally likes about them is their food, hard music, and history given his specialty in smithing/crafting weapons, equipment, and thereof by hand. He is loud not on purpose and tends to compare Humans and their habits with things they don't even understand... And he doesn't care. Acree takes pride in his work, and despises fabricators, 3d printing, and any machine that can create tools of war that aren't made by hand. Skill- Smithing and crafting, gunsmithing, marksmanship, hand to hand combat, swordsmanship. Abilities- Given his entire race was born on a planet with heavier gravity, the Bhalikhan's strength and speed are easily on par with the strongest Super Soldiers and Mutants Humanity has to offer. His bone density is thicker, and his reaction is swifter than a Humans. His hide is very thick, hard to shoot through let alone stab. Bio- On one of the Founder Worlds, Ghesh'Kneaul, Vaal'Acree was born a forge slave to the lower species known as the Tei'aar Nae'hvecht'cet under the boot of the Grand Tribes/species the Bha'al Nae'Creu, Acree learned his whole life how to craft and build from weapons to warships and fighter craft, he had taken pride in this fact as it was the only thing he knew. Until the Bhalikhan-Human War broke out. When the Founder World's were annihilated along with majority of the Grand, Greater, and Evening Tribes, it freed the Lesser and Petty Tribes allowing them to do as they pleased for the first time in almost 60,000 years. Vaal'Acree took advantage of their situation and had petitioned via Human ambassador to become a Forge Master for Humanity, and in some semblance received such an "honor" to serve as one for the Black Star. Kinks- Would explore this in RP, if you don't mind. More or less mundane, but possibly a bit different given the guy's an alien What is Attractive to them in another person- N/A, would rather explore this in RP Cock Size And Look- 1ft 8in twin phallus' that have soft barbs that do not hurt at all, the twin cocks taking a more serpentine appearance with a knot at the end of each one.

The Main Defense 6th System (MD6S/"D-Six Pistol/Mallet) is a recoil-operated, magazine-fed handgun, chambered in 12.7x40mm ammunition, typically employed with semi-armor-piercing, high-explosive (SAPHE) rounds of that chambering, and feeding from 12-round detachable box magazines. It has also been known to be chambered in the .450 Magnum load. The weapon is somewhat unusual for a handgun in that it is capable of both semi-automatic and automatic firing. Modifications can lead to a variety of uses, ranging from the MD6S turning into a semi-long rifle, an short machine gun, and thereof. It is widely used in military and civilian applications. Used by security personnel, military police, and even law enforcement (Marshals/SWAT) is the Main Defense 10th System (MD10S/D-10 Pistol/Pulse Pistol) is a recoilles, near silent 18-round weapon usually employed much like the MD6S, SAPHE caliber rounds. Unlike the previous defense system the MD10S comes only as a semiautomatic pistol, sporting a small hardlight screen showing the functions (damage, nominal status, etc.) and bullet count where the hammer would normally be. It includes two other ammunition types as well, normally being fitted with .450 Magnum Enhance Electronic Pulse Caliber (MEEPC) that can inflict heavy damage to armor and ideal for beating personal energy shields. The MD10S also sports a Static Launcher, which can utilize a chunk of the systems battery to take out electronic features of vehicles, equipment, and anything electronic. Assigned to only officers, commanders, and high ranking individuals in military is the Main Defense 02 System (MD2S/2-Shot/Revolver) which chambers 6 .500 Magnum Standard, Anti-Material, Incendiary, Pulse, or Cryo rounds. The Revolver has a decent recoil control in the hands of experienced soldiers, considered a hand cannon due to the explosive impact it can have on targets. The Revolver is a tool that was introduced when Chay'uk Defenses begun their campaign in the late 21st Century, winning overall satisfaction via vote of public opinion for a cheaper, well designed and versatile home defense weapon.