Full Version: Recruitment : Warrior Caste
So at what point are you going to be wanting char sheets submitted? After you pick the players?
okay that's fine I'll hold off on building the sheet until then, since I need to know either way to initiate. I'll get cracking on the bio however since that's not really dependent on anything in perticular.
Does the team have a name, or any info that I could use in the background to help make it more realistic, instead of the standard closing line, "He joined up with his current team and has been there ever since".
Does the team have a name, or any info that I could use in the background to help make it more realistic, instead of the standard closing line, "He joined up with his current team and has been there ever since".
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Everything was wrong, the moon was in the wrong orbit, the stars were aligned incorrectly, the fog even seemed to press in too thickly, that should have been my first clue. But I am a warrior borne, and we had a mission that I was going to see through. A Cabal had been identified, information brought to us from an outside source. Sure, we should have delved more deeply into the source in hind-sight, but we'd become immortals, immune to those that plagued the lands in our own minds. Our objective didn't even exist, their objective... was me. We arrived at the glade, a patch of grass and rocks inside a canyon which hid it from the rest of the world, we stealthily made our approach, me in my Panther form, taking the lead. Down the steep cliff, not a single loose rock was touched in the descent. It was as perfect as our other raids, this time however, we couldn't see our targets. Sure, the fog, the darkness, there were a ton of reasons in our mind's eye, but we should have been smarter, there was no sound. Then there was... a high pitched noise that had all of us crouched down to the ground, not that it did any good, night flares went off all above our heads, a thick green gas started to cover the entire area from wall to wall. The others were wise, they ran, escaping the gas before it took them over, I relied on magick, wanting to remain unseen, I put up an Oxegenate spell to overcome the sickness raining down around me, crouched up under a rock, relying on the black fur to keep me from sight, just another shadow on the walls. However, stealth didn't help a whole helluva lot when they searchers are spirits of the land. To make a long story short, it was over for me. I'd been captured by none other than the Shamans of the enemy, magic to fight magic, sound strategy. Paralyzed from the gas that was too strong for my spell, I was dragged into the earth, our information having been somewhat correct, only about 6 meters higher than the Cabal actually was. I knew the torture and interrogtion to come, having prepared myself for it for weeks now, should I ever be captured. But, as if to keep me on my toes, they released me under the ground, dispelling the spell that maintained my panther form. "You are sought by the government for crimes against the State, the bounty on your head is high enough to turn even a peasant's head toward you. Your life is forfeit, yet still, you never stop fighting.", a voice I recognized said loudly in the echo of the cavern, stepping forward I saw Alonzo, someone I considered a friend, a powerful Shamanic type who fought at my side... He was with these Jaguar Guard types? Then I noticed that about half the faces were those I recognized as allies, and the other half were definitely enemies. I nearly choked on how many 'traitors' were in our midst. "For that reason, you are being given a chance to join us. You are too powerful an ally to lose now, but now that you are finding out about us, the choice is to join, or die I'm afraid my friend.", did he say ally? This was my introduction to the Collegium Legio Spathas, a group of warrior borne shamans and mages (although in the Aztlan rebellion, that was 90% Shamans), the tattoo was branded onto me as I accepted their offer, an offer unrefuseable, not because of the threat of death, the threat almost made me refuse actually, but rather, because they were the most powerful weapon I'd ever seen for my own cause. The Jaguar type Shamans were the spies, not those I called friends. Spies caused by the damage to the forests and landscape by those they started out protecting. Aztlan created their own traitors through their actions. Life from here changed dramatically. I'd become a part of a well oiled machine. |
Legionaire Cornelius laid flat on his belly, gunfire whizzing over his head as the night settled in. It was his first mission out of house, house being the Aztlan he loved. The team had arrived in Florida only a few hours earlier, their objective was to take down a cell of terrorists working under the influence of a Toxic Shaman, and if possible, the permanent removal of said Shaman. With supernatural speed, the new Legionare stood up the split second there was a pause in the gunfire, most likely a reloading needed which would give him about 15 seconds to act. Storming forward, he fell more than jumped at the next bank of earth, and lay there watching the tracer rounds whiz by. This wasn't like the guerilla warfare in the Aztlan territitories, where you never stormed anything, the tables were reversed, this time he was the soldier and they were the terrorists. It gave cause to think over what made the Aztlan Rebels so different. The right to Land and Life vs these Terrorists who claim to be doing god's will. Still, he had a job to do, and he'd see it through. He gazed over at the other mages. They'd gotten close enough now to see the targets, and the next pause in gunfire would result in some nasty spell casting.
Immune Taylor was counting, and about 10 seconds before the gunfire should pause, he rolled over and launched a flare into the sky, just past the heads of the gunmen. 10.1 seconds later half the platoon of Legionaires stood, launching devestating magic at the bunker like defense. The rest of us ran in to take a position directly under the guns, safe from their fire, but vulnerable to grenades and such should the cover fire and flare not be enough to distract those in the bunkerish position. Cornelius sat flat against the wall, facing the cover fire, and watched as the gunmen finished a couple of seconds early, most likely due to having light to see by now, and watched as Legionare OBrien took the first 3 rounds of fire directly in the chest as the others fell to cover. So much for immortality... However, it was precisely what the rest of us needed, the gunfire prevented them from hearing what was coming next, as we scaled the walls, landing right next to the cell of terrorists in the bunker position. The fight lasted all of about 3 seconds.
Seconds later the gun had been turned around, pointing inward to the compound, as the rest of the platoon raced up to our position. The fight was already over, charging an entrenched gun placement was the hardest part, now with superior magic and one of their guns, sitting inside their compound, it was only a matter of time before it was over. Even OBrien limped up, holding his chest, but standing, apparently Immune Taylor had raised a shield, and it had slowed the bullets down enough to bounce off the armour OBrien was wearing. Again a flawless victory for the Spartans.
I'll ask for the Character sheets after i pick. I know its a pain the the...to put effort into a character and not get picked to play.
Kiedo...no team name unless the players opt for team karma...that states they are a team that has worked together for awhile.
Kiedo...no team name unless the players opt for team karma...that states they are a team that has worked together for awhile.
My submission:
Bartholemew Riparius Fortenzo "RIP"
Asset management and trianing, field operative.
Having grown up traveling from one village to another, Bartholemew slowly learned his father's trade. To find in country resources and train them to serve the needs of his client. From back in the formative days of the CIA, A Fortenzo has been working to turn the common man against would-be tyrants and despotic miscreants. Of course, it was only natural that he too would follow in this honorable trade, only thing stopping him was the lack of the "Cause". The "Cause" has been the guiding light for each generation of men in his family, originally it was democracy, the American way, and in the darkest of times, the alighty Dollar. The problem was, with corporations holding the reins, there was no more democracy unless you were a member of the Board. Now the only cause was a paycheck, so each day was the dark time, where the highest bidder commanded the services of his family. Bartholemew hated that, he saw the effect it had on his father, though he did not know it, it was affecting him.
His primary school was teaching the young children to distract guards and wire grenades to tires of jeeps. His formal schooling came from the various misionaries in the jungles, his college was teaching young men to shoot tactically, to use their grandfather's hunting traps to work against the vehicles of their enemy.
In the end, he found his own Cause, to stay alive. Having grown up in the jungles of so many small nations that rarely lasted 2 decades at a time, he had no citizen ship to speak of, no rights save what he carved out of the wilds and villages with his own skill.
To that end, he has hooked up with a mercenary company, and while he doesn't train the young any more, instead choosing to risk his own neck rather than the young generation of impressionable fools.
Basically, he's a bitter, 30 something phys ad, who acts as a spotter and point man, with some demo ability. His long term goals, to get citizenship somewhere quiet and begin the delicate process of removing his memories one shot at a time in the dive bar.
Bartholemew Riparius Fortenzo "RIP"
Asset management and trianing, field operative.
Having grown up traveling from one village to another, Bartholemew slowly learned his father's trade. To find in country resources and train them to serve the needs of his client. From back in the formative days of the CIA, A Fortenzo has been working to turn the common man against would-be tyrants and despotic miscreants. Of course, it was only natural that he too would follow in this honorable trade, only thing stopping him was the lack of the "Cause". The "Cause" has been the guiding light for each generation of men in his family, originally it was democracy, the American way, and in the darkest of times, the alighty Dollar. The problem was, with corporations holding the reins, there was no more democracy unless you were a member of the Board. Now the only cause was a paycheck, so each day was the dark time, where the highest bidder commanded the services of his family. Bartholemew hated that, he saw the effect it had on his father, though he did not know it, it was affecting him.
His primary school was teaching the young children to distract guards and wire grenades to tires of jeeps. His formal schooling came from the various misionaries in the jungles, his college was teaching young men to shoot tactically, to use their grandfather's hunting traps to work against the vehicles of their enemy.
In the end, he found his own Cause, to stay alive. Having grown up in the jungles of so many small nations that rarely lasted 2 decades at a time, he had no citizen ship to speak of, no rights save what he carved out of the wilds and villages with his own skill.
To that end, he has hooked up with a mercenary company, and while he doesn't train the young any more, instead choosing to risk his own neck rather than the young generation of impressionable fools.
Basically, he's a bitter, 30 something phys ad, who acts as a spotter and point man, with some demo ability. His long term goals, to get citizenship somewhere quiet and begin the delicate process of removing his memories one shot at a time in the dive bar.
Nikoli great concept, I was reading it and The character William Defoe played in "Clear and Present Danger" came to mind. More of a face with merc training...also goes with the Asset management angle.
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Legionaire Cornelius laid flat on his belly, gunfire whizzing over his head as the night settled in. It was his first mission out of house, house being the Aztlan he loved. The team had arrived in Florida only a few hours earlier, their objective was to take down a cell of terrorists working under the influence of a Toxic Shaman, and if possible, the permanent removal of said Shaman. With supernatural speed, the new Legionare stood up the split second there was a pause in the gunfire, most likely a reloading needed which would give him about 15 seconds to act. Storming forward, he fell more than jumped at the next bank of earth, and lay there watching the tracer rounds whiz by. This wasn't like the guerilla warfare in the Aztlan territitories, where you never stormed anything, the tables were reversed, this time he was the soldier and they were the terrorists. It gave cause to think over what made the Aztlan Rebels so different. The right to Land and Life vs these Terrorists who claim to be doing god's will. Still, he had a job to do, and he'd see it through. He gazed over at the other mages. They'd gotten close enough now to see the targets, and the next pause in gunfire would result in some nasty spell casting. Immune Taylor was counting, and about 10 seconds before the gunfire should pause, he rolled over and launched a flare into the sky, just past the heads of the gunmen. 10.1 seconds later half the platoon of Legionaires stood, launching devestating magic at the bunker like defense. The rest of us ran in to take a position directly under the guns, safe from their fire, but vulnerable to grenades and such should the cover fire and flare not be enough to distract those in the bunkerish position. Cornelius sat flat against the wall, facing the cover fire, and watched as the gunmen finished a couple of seconds early, most likely due to having light to see by now, and watched as Legionare OBrien took the first 3 rounds of fire directly in the chest as the others fell to cover. So much for immortality... However, it was precisely what the rest of us needed, the gunfire prevented them from hearing what was coming next, as we scaled the walls, landing right next to the cell of terrorists in the bunker position. The fight lasted all of about 3 seconds. Seconds later the gun had been turned around, pointing inward to the compound, as the rest of the platoon raced up to our position. The fight was already over, charging an entrenched gun placement was the hardest part, now with superior magic and one of their guns, sitting inside their compound, it was only a matter of time before it was over. Even OBrien limped up, holding his chest, but standing, apparently Immune Taylor had raised a shield, and it had slowed the bullets down enough to bounce off the armour OBrien was wearing. Again a flawless victory for the Spartans. |
2 days now.... for 2 solid days we've sat in this sweat smelling dump waiting for our orders. Personally, I feel like I'm sitting in a trap waiting to be ambushed, I have nothing but bad feelings about this. Still, I took an oath, and if the Legionare says sit here til we get the word... well, I gave my word. The 4 of us taking turns looking out that optic-scope, a high magnification device overlooking the park. 3 hours on, 9 hours off. Pain in the freaking ass. Right now I sit here, eye glued like it was my window to the universe, and the.... hold on, "Guys, I got 2 flashing lights. Guess it's time to get ready." Thomas, and Jose, who had been sleeping, got up with a start, but seconds later were on full alert. Thomas laid back down as did Samuel, and together they left their bodies. Jose and I nodded at each other, then watched as the forms of Thomas and Samuel headed for the park. Tenth of a second later the ward over the park was down, and the guy in the coat ate a mana bolt from Jose through the OpticScope. 10 seconds later the four of us were walking down the stairs, mission complete. Personally, I'd take the more adventurous jobs any day, but someone has to do the dirty work too, and Jose was looking more than a little tired from that spell. Good man that.
Wow, 
if my notes serve me correctly, that's FIFTEEN character concepts so far .. with at least two more players interested in submitting something.
Hobbe, you're going to have your work cut out for you.
if my notes serve me correctly, that's FIFTEEN character concepts so far .. with at least two more players interested in submitting something. Hobbe, you're going to have your work cut out for you.
yeah, but it'll be worth it if the players stay dedicated to it.
Morgannah...you expressed interest once, have a concept?
Morgannah...you expressed interest once, have a concept?
I'm looking at having 5 to 8 players, so theres still time to post a concept. There are concepts that havent been hit on yet. Think alittle out of the box and i'm sure you can find them.
Hobbe, going to have to take a pass on this. Sounds great, but I don't want to overload myself with games and have the quality of all of them suffer as a result. Have fun though, and good luck!
I'm still tossing around a few ideas, Hobbe, while trying not to overlap with what's already been presented. I'd play the Decker card with a twist or three if I had Matrix but since I don't it's a matter of waiting for that "concept" to hit.
I'm just having fun with my notes now. Great characters all around.
I'm just having fun with my notes now. Great characters all around.
A Decker/Communications operative would be very useful...I can lend you help if that's a concept youre interested in.
Heck, if you're willing to help by putting in a bit of wrench time (if chargen is in this character's future) then I'm more than willing to submit a concept right now.
For your approval:
Street Handle: Echo
Real Name: Slaine O’Callaghan
SIN: none
Archetype: Communications/Logistics
Race: Human
A lot of what I want for this character has already come out in the quick background (below) but I definitely see her as a decker/face hybrid with a strong emphasis on languages, geography, electronics, and computers.
I'm happy to answer any questions regarding Echo's background and while she doesn't lend herself to a team karma pool just now it wouldn't take much to write a quick edit to allow for it. Personally, I like the idea but it doesn't seem like the popular choice just now.
For your approval:
Street Handle: Echo
Real Name: Slaine O’Callaghan
SIN: none
Archetype: Communications/Logistics
Race: Human
A lot of what I want for this character has already come out in the quick background (below) but I definitely see her as a decker/face hybrid with a strong emphasis on languages, geography, electronics, and computers.
I'm happy to answer any questions regarding Echo's background and while she doesn't lend herself to a team karma pool just now it wouldn't take much to write a quick edit to allow for it. Personally, I like the idea but it doesn't seem like the popular choice just now.
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Hi. I'd like to throw my hat in to the ring. Well, at least post a character concept up and see if it sticks... Um... I was never that good with metaphors.
Anyways, here he is:
Azzez el' Bhurat, Physical adept & Demolitions expert.
Grew up in the aftermath of Aden's attack on Tehran. Dirt poor and homeless. Eventually was recruited in to an extremest group and underwent training in military and terrorist tactics. Became very adept at the building of explosives, as well as other essential skills.
His group was eventually wiped out by rival organizations and governments. Azzez survived and escaped. Waiting for the right time to take up the cause agin Azzez now finds himself selling his skills, as a mercenary and demolitions expert, to the highest bidder.
That's the very brief version. Longer version is in the spoiler below.
Hope you enjoy.
PS. I could change his home location from Lisbon to another city with just a little work, if necessary.
Anyways, here he is:
Azzez el' Bhurat, Physical adept & Demolitions expert.
Grew up in the aftermath of Aden's attack on Tehran. Dirt poor and homeless. Eventually was recruited in to an extremest group and underwent training in military and terrorist tactics. Became very adept at the building of explosives, as well as other essential skills.
His group was eventually wiped out by rival organizations and governments. Azzez survived and escaped. Waiting for the right time to take up the cause agin Azzez now finds himself selling his skills, as a mercenary and demolitions expert, to the highest bidder.
That's the very brief version. Longer version is in the spoiler below.
Hope you enjoy.
[ Spoiler ]
PS. I could change his home location from Lisbon to another city with just a little work, if necessary.
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2 days now.... for 2 solid days we've sat in this sweat smelling dump waiting for our orders. Personally, I feel like I'm sitting in a trap waiting to be ambushed, I have nothing but bad feelings about this. Still, I took an oath, and if the Legionare says sit here til we get the word... well, I gave my word. The 4 of us taking turns looking out that optic-scope, a high magnification device overlooking the park. 3 hours on, 9 hours off. Pain in the freaking ass. Right now I sit here, eye glued like it was my window to the universe, and the.... hold on, "Guys, I got 2 flashing lights. Guess it's time to get ready." Thomas, and Jose, who had been sleeping, got up with a start, but seconds later were on full alert. Thomas laid back down as did Samuel, and together they left their bodies. Jose and I nodded at each other, then watched as the forms of Thomas and Samuel headed for the park. Tenth of a second later the ward over the park was down, and the guy in the coat ate a mana bolt from Jose through the OpticScope. 10 seconds later the four of us were walking down the stairs, mission complete. Personally, I'd take the more adventurous jobs any day, but someone has to do the dirty work too, and Jose was looking more than a little tired from that spell. Good man that. |
We've returned to Aztlan, the fighting in my country has risen in tempo, and I've successfully proven myself to my new allies. Tonight's raid though isn't the pyramids of the priests, or a platoon of Jaguars, tonight we're on a bug hunt. Warriors bred are the only ones on this mission, each of our team has used Magic in ways to perrrfect the body for combat alone. There are a couple of shifters in our midst, though I seem to be the only Panther in the lot. I'm guessing from the auras though that at least 1 isn't using spells to maintain his form, but is an actual bonafide shifter.
The target is a once-friendly small village on the outskirts of the forests, about 30 miles south of my own home town. It's scary how quickly the world turns upside down for individuals. We remain hidden up above the treeline about 2 miles north of the village resting on a rocky cliff like apparature of nature. The fireflies are the most obvious things we see, they flutter around the village, their strange behaviour unexplainable due to their alien nature. Orders are to avoid combat unless absolutely neccessary, the 2 demolitions experts are to arrange the fireworks and the rest of us are to keep any from escaping.
0400 hours we begin our descent. It's guestimated as a 2 hour trek down the face, and across the mile with gear. No lights other than what nature might provide. Each cloud that passes over the moon causes our team to stop in their treks as a too-dark darkness settles in. Then we move again. 2 hours later we're at the border of the village, time checked says 0604. That gives the 2 demo experts 2 hours before first light to rig the perimeter. Each of the Claymores is set facing the village with at least 5 lbs of ball bearings attached to each. And believe me, huffing the last 2 hours with almost a hundred pounds of those suckers on your back has every one of our team, other than the Demo experts, sitting or laying in the most comfortable position we can find while keeping an eye on the village. The heat of Aztlan doesn't make it easier....
0748 hours, we're ahead of schedule, thankfully, and everyone is resting. The past 4 hours have been fine, our dark camos and training have insured we've not been seen yet. Chico has filled the 2 inflatable barrels with water from the town well, a most impressive task despite his invisibility spell. The demo experts, I completely forget their names, have poured a powder into each and nod to have the barrels rolled into the center of town. A Telekinetic push gets them the entire length straight into the center, and the Demo experts lay face down covering their heads, as we all do for what's to come. The explosions rock the entire valley, first the Claymores which launch enough metal through the village to wipe every living thing out of existance, then the barrels who, upon being penetrated, mix the air with the new chemical compound to create a tactical nuke in the center, the hole in the ground deep enough to make sure there are no subterranean hiding places.
What remains of the bugs is short work for the rest of us. By 0805 we are trekking back the way we came, none the worse for the night's events.
Next Issue: The Alamo, first major loss.
The Alamo....
Could someone please tell me how the hell Intel can get as bad as it just got? I mean, seriously, why am I half-lying and half-sitting with my hands strapped behind me and a pole which has bruised my back from the past few hours of being pressed against it? I strive to sit up, but every muscle in my body feels like it was sent through a meat grinder and then hand pressed back into my skin without the use of a lubricant. I hurt. And that damn noise... I think it's a mage squealer plugged into my datajack. I can't express enough how annoying that mutha of a fragger is. Through the swollen slits of my eyes I see my comrades in arms laying about me in similar positions of complete discomfort, but the torture has stopped for now. Apparently everyone is hitting the sack, and the 2 guards on patrol over us are outside the building. I try to summon forth the energy needed for a spell, but it hurts too much. Not to mention the distraction of the squealer.
Then I feel it, energy of life flowing into me, just enough to give me the will to push one more time. My vision returns as the swelling drops from my eyes, and I see now the source for my initial energy burst. Our Legionaire lies next to my head, his body even worse off than my own, he apparently believed that I was a better choice for healing in order to get us out of here. I'm not going to let him down.
I rest a bit to get my wind back fully for what comes next. I bring forth the eyes of clairvoyance first to get a look around the room and see how things look. Everyone is in a worse shape then myself, but I have to focus on the task at hand. With a bit of Magic Fingers, and the vision of Clairvoyance, the mage squealer and the bonds tying me are quickly escaped, and I stretch a bit for the first time in at least 48 hours.
First the Legionaire, who I quickly untie in order to have his guidance. I lack the magic to heal without my fetish at hand, so I can only offer escape, but it is enough. There is enough healing magic in the room to quickly bring the team up to par within minutes of everyone's release. The first words are by the Legionare, "It's a trap, they'd never leave us to free ourselves unless they wanted us to escape. I suspect they want our base and will have spirits trying to follow us. However, we are Spartans, we don't get chased, we do the chasing. I give the word and we head straight for the center of this base, time for payback, and to take the offensive instead of the defensive...."
Next Issue: Revenge of the Six, Payback.
Could someone please tell me how the hell Intel can get as bad as it just got? I mean, seriously, why am I half-lying and half-sitting with my hands strapped behind me and a pole which has bruised my back from the past few hours of being pressed against it? I strive to sit up, but every muscle in my body feels like it was sent through a meat grinder and then hand pressed back into my skin without the use of a lubricant. I hurt. And that damn noise... I think it's a mage squealer plugged into my datajack. I can't express enough how annoying that mutha of a fragger is. Through the swollen slits of my eyes I see my comrades in arms laying about me in similar positions of complete discomfort, but the torture has stopped for now. Apparently everyone is hitting the sack, and the 2 guards on patrol over us are outside the building. I try to summon forth the energy needed for a spell, but it hurts too much. Not to mention the distraction of the squealer.
Then I feel it, energy of life flowing into me, just enough to give me the will to push one more time. My vision returns as the swelling drops from my eyes, and I see now the source for my initial energy burst. Our Legionaire lies next to my head, his body even worse off than my own, he apparently believed that I was a better choice for healing in order to get us out of here. I'm not going to let him down.
I rest a bit to get my wind back fully for what comes next. I bring forth the eyes of clairvoyance first to get a look around the room and see how things look. Everyone is in a worse shape then myself, but I have to focus on the task at hand. With a bit of Magic Fingers, and the vision of Clairvoyance, the mage squealer and the bonds tying me are quickly escaped, and I stretch a bit for the first time in at least 48 hours.
First the Legionaire, who I quickly untie in order to have his guidance. I lack the magic to heal without my fetish at hand, so I can only offer escape, but it is enough. There is enough healing magic in the room to quickly bring the team up to par within minutes of everyone's release. The first words are by the Legionare, "It's a trap, they'd never leave us to free ourselves unless they wanted us to escape. I suspect they want our base and will have spirits trying to follow us. However, we are Spartans, we don't get chased, we do the chasing. I give the word and we head straight for the center of this base, time for payback, and to take the offensive instead of the defensive...."
Next Issue: Revenge of the Six, Payback.
Faisal Al-Rashid (Scout/Elf/Adept)
Inshallah, in the name of Mohammed, your Prophet, grant me your strength, so that I may avenge my fallen brothers.
No, I am not a terrorist, not like the those murdering heretics in the Islamic Unity Movement, they who would murder their own brothers. Yet I was once numbered among them, I was trained in a madrassa of the Jamil Islamyah. I do not remember where I was born, I never knew my parents, I do not have a tribe. I was abandoned as a baby to die in the desert when the one I came to call Father, my ulema, found me. He gathered all of us, children abandoned by their parents, children that others said were touched by the darkness of Shaytan. He gathered us and taught us the Quran, that Islam was Brotherhood. He trained us in our gifts so that we may become His mujahidin. I was the eyes and ears of our band. Yet the eyes of the eagle and the ears of the jackal may neither see into the hearts of men nor hear their evil thoughts. We were undone by treachery, betrayed, despite our faith. All of my brothers and father were murdered, all save me.
I have served many masters since that day. I have fought in the Desert Wars, served with the 10 Thousand Daggers, I have even killed for the Jews and their Mossad. But with this new band of brothers, I have found renewed purpose. Warriors all, I will not fail them. Never again.
Inshallah, in the name of Mohammed, your Prophet, grant me your strength, so that I may avenge my fallen brothers.
No, I am not a terrorist, not like the those murdering heretics in the Islamic Unity Movement, they who would murder their own brothers. Yet I was once numbered among them, I was trained in a madrassa of the Jamil Islamyah. I do not remember where I was born, I never knew my parents, I do not have a tribe. I was abandoned as a baby to die in the desert when the one I came to call Father, my ulema, found me. He gathered all of us, children abandoned by their parents, children that others said were touched by the darkness of Shaytan. He gathered us and taught us the Quran, that Islam was Brotherhood. He trained us in our gifts so that we may become His mujahidin. I was the eyes and ears of our band. Yet the eyes of the eagle and the ears of the jackal may neither see into the hearts of men nor hear their evil thoughts. We were undone by treachery, betrayed, despite our faith. All of my brothers and father were murdered, all save me.
I have served many masters since that day. I have fought in the Desert Wars, served with the 10 Thousand Daggers, I have even killed for the Jews and their Mossad. But with this new band of brothers, I have found renewed purpose. Warriors all, I will not fail them. Never again.
Ok this is what concepts have been posted and who posted them:
Snipers/Scouts...stealth adepts
Shadow
Fortune
Nikoli
Toturi
Kiedo
Thana
Combat Mages
Fu-man-chu
Frater
sphynx
Demolitions...Heavy weapons
Mushashi Forever
Mallet
Medics
Johnson
Qillin
Decker/Comm jockey
Morgannah
Good ole fashioned Mercenaries
Thomas
Foxx
Riggers
Whizbang
We are over specialized here, particularly in the sniper area. If any of them would like to pitch another concept, one not so specialized it may help your chances of being picked.
Snipers/Scouts...stealth adepts
Shadow
Fortune
Nikoli
Toturi
Kiedo
Thana
Combat Mages
Fu-man-chu
Frater
sphynx
Demolitions...Heavy weapons
Mushashi Forever
Mallet
Medics
Johnson
Qillin
Decker/Comm jockey
Morgannah
Good ole fashioned Mercenaries
Thomas
Foxx
Riggers
Whizbang
We are over specialized here, particularly in the sniper area. If any of them would like to pitch another concept, one not so specialized it may help your chances of being picked.
Just an FYI, Sphynx' character is a Mage/Sorcerer (Panther form is only via spell). You probably already knew that though, but I think he fits more under Combat Mage personally.
Sphynx
Sphynx
Sorry Sphynx...Fixed it
The needed concepts are your "average" Mercenary types. They dont have to be average in any sence just, not so specialized.
Tell you what, I can rework Danny so that he can operate as a weapons platform slash infiltrator. Would that do it?
He can be from the same school (since snipers are experts in all weapons anyways) and just not rely on sniping so much.
He can be from the same school (since snipers are experts in all weapons anyways) and just not rely on sniping so much.
That'll work and in my experiece snipers concentrate on fieldcraft...stalking, hiding and their primary weapon.
Just so you know: Archangel ins't a combat mage. He is a soldier who happens to be a mage. He leans more toward recon and communitations. Eyes of the pack spell, Battle Tac computer, Clairvoyance/audience, that sort of thing...
I just grouped people into broad groups Frater
Wow looks like snipers are a popular choice, maybe Jack could have a dual role in the group just so he's still useful if the team is in tight quarters, and there is no room for a sniper rifle, though Jack's weapon of choice and also what he'll be using to snip, is an assault rifle, somehow 1000 meters just seems greedy I'm happy with my 550, or 605 if hobbes lets me have my uber rifle.
Shotgun is the weapon of choice here when outside of his vehicles.
Faisal can be a generalist merc. Faisal's concept is primarily scout, much like the Chavez character in Tom Clancy novels. So as much as he is a stealth character, he also can also do CQB.
Ahhh a change off plans I can get to work on my medic now.
I withdraw from this. Not that my submission was noticed.
I guess i did miss it. Sorry about that, it wasnt personal I just forgot to put it in the post.
I'm planning on upping my number of players from 5-8 to, 8 to possibly as many as 12 players. Non posters are subject to be combat losses unless you post in the ooc thread about absence.
When we post our characters, do you want just the BG and then the sheet PM/emailed to you later? Or do you want both posted up here?
Just the BG for now. I'll ask for sheets to be PM'ed.
How we standing so far?
I'll have my final answer about who's in tomorrow. I recieved some really great backgrounds even if i forgot to mention them. Tonight would be a good time to re-evaluate those overspecialized Mercs out there. I can't logically have 6 snipers and 3 regular Merc's.
Just remember, you can't be a sniper without the rifle skill.
you could try...you'd just end up looking like a jackass.
Why, don't RPG's and assault cannons have a longer range, you just wouldn't be a subtle sniper.
Hey did you get my background I had a little trouble emailing it to you, and you didn't respond so I was wondering...
Hey did you get my background I had a little trouble emailing it to you, and you didn't respond so I was wondering...
My concept
Background
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I've chosen the following
Thanos
Kiedo
Morgannah
Thomas
Foxx
Johnson
Sphynx
Mushashi Forever
Nikoli
Toturi
Whizbang
Reign Maker (Late entry)
It was a hard choice as i had so many interesting concepts presented. I even upped the the number of PC's.
Thanos
Kiedo
Morgannah
Thomas
Foxx
Johnson
Sphynx
Mushashi Forever
Nikoli
Toturi
Whizbang
Reign Maker (Late entry)
It was a hard choice as i had so many interesting concepts presented. I even upped the the number of PC's.
Great.... now to figure out how to make the character. 
I'll try to have a character posted within 2 days.
Sphynx
I'll try to have a character posted within 2 days. Sphynx
I will be creating the OOC post shortly. The first post by each of you will be a roll call to see if youre still interested, and to place your vote for team karma pool. It is an all or nothing type thing.
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