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Post by Wake on Mar 11, 2016 16:40:39 GMT -5
Couple things: Stealing a UNSC Supply Carrier from Reach (the military hotspot!) is probably a very risky move, almost impossible. Might I suggest one of the lesser colonies? Just make one up... Liberty? That character picture does not look like an 'underweight' lady, if you catch my drift ;) Just a note, she looks more curvaceously average than anything. Easy enough fixes =) Done! The problem I had was trying to find a picture of a 40-year old like sci-fi looking woman. All google and Deviantart searches gave me pictures of really young, spotless and beautiful woman- armoured, badass, but... not what I was looking for. At all. I've changed the weight and build as you asked according to the picture, but... I didn't want the picture to be like that, I'll just put it out there :C
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Post by Wake on Mar 11, 2016 16:33:19 GMT -5
A couple of things (apart from things mentioned in member characters) spring up to me about this faction: 150 members is a large number of people, considering (from memory) only 3 people in Fallout 3 actually cared a hoot about knowledge. Most Wastelanders just want to survive. Going down to 50 curators, but having a network of associates that will sell/donate things to their local curator might be a better idea. Upon research we do have a major issue! The Arlington Library IS the Library of Congress (Fallout Wikia). Ooooh noooo! So that brings up an inconsistency in the faction (and characters) histories. Unfortunately it also puts into doubt the existence of the Archive, due to the Brotherhood mentioned in Lucy's submission. Unless the Archive exists in a secret, hidden, sub-level of the Arlington Library that the Brotherhood has yet to find. Which would put them at risk of going the way of Rivet City. Have no doubt, the Brotherhood would take all that information :P This is... painful news X_X 150 to 50 members, that's fine. I don't really mind about numbers, the faction itself is more important to me than numbers of those in it- after all, it's a bunch of teachers and scholars, not a force to be reckoned with by any means. The Arlington Library and the Library of Congress, in real life, are nowhere near eachother D= I didn't know ;~; And all the other libraries in the DC area are too modern to be in the Fallout Lore! It's ... actually bad. Very bad. I don't know what to do! It puts the entire idea at risk if The Archive can't exist... No Archive, no Curators. That's the way it works :C I can't really do anything... If you have any suggestions, please let me know! I can't answer any character bio questions / fixes unless I fix this issue first >_<
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Post by Wake on Mar 7, 2016 21:03:54 GMT -5
+5/5 Curator Characters done! Following the release of The Commonwealth lore about an hour ago, I jumped into action to get my final character done! I've also done a few edits on The Curator thread itself so everything (tries) to fit into place.
+Changed thread name! This is now home to links of all my factions. Only two so far, The Clandestine is in the making. I hope to make more factions in the future, so this thread is vital!
+Added Clandestine Links! 1/3 Characters done, added links to the faction submission and first character submission.
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Post by Wake on Mar 7, 2016 20:46:55 GMT -5
Character Name: Gary Gotham
Nickname(s): Gaaaaaarrryyyyy, G
Race: Generation 3 Synth
Sex: He believes he is Male. N/A
Age: In reality, 5 years old.
Birthplace: The Institute.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 177lb
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Jet Black
Hair Style: A breaker hairstyle.
Facial Hair: Short sideburns.
Skin Color: Tanned.
Build: Skinny
Distinguishing Features: Synthetic organs and components, little else.
Profession: Scavenger and part-time hairdresser.
Skills: Running.
Training: Was coded to give haircuts. It wasn't a very fun life for Gary in the Institute.
Other Abilities: Giving haircuts, cooking small, basic meals and hiding.
Apparel: Normal wastelander clothing, often blue. He wears a necklace of Jesus's Cross on his neck.
Weaponry: Gary has no training with weapons- he simply doesn't have any weapons.
Other Equipment: A backpack for carrying scrap and findings in.
Affiliation: He trusts in The Curators as he does The Railroad, but Gary is not loyal to either.
Religious Belief: Christian.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Gary was, and always has been, humble. While most people were born in The Wastelands and have a harsh realization of what the world around them is like, Gary didn't have that option. He was made in The Institute and given perfect instructions of what to do, made aware of what he is... it was a harsh reality that Gary himself simply wanted to escape. Though escaping was only the first step. Seeing the world outside changed him.
Gary isn't a man who is loyal to a single cause, in reality, he simply wishes to help everyone as best he can in his assumptions small lifespan. He always assumes that he is going to die, possibly due to anxiety. While he is friendly and helpful to both The Curators and The Railroad (if he ever comes into contact with them), he isn't actively a loyal member of their factions. He likes to travel The Capital Wasteland, trying to help people as Jesus did- or, at least, what little Gary actually knows what Jesus did.
History: Gary is not a clone, but he was an experiment of the same nature. Gary.. is a Gen 3 Synth.
Gary was made in 2285 in The Institute, made with a single purpose: to cut people's hair. Of course, there was a bit more to it than that: he was an experiment to the scientists, of course, to see if he could, in fact, be self-sufficient in his duties of cutting hair alongside new chemicals, items and dyes from the bioscience division. His only purpose was to cut hair. At first, Gary was a wonderful success. He was a rather simple man who enjoyed companionship with the other synths, eating and drinking, cutting hair as his only job and was rewarded handsomely with his continued existence. Only... at first, however.
Gary was also a humble man/synth- which, notably, the scientists did not code him to be. They were amazed by this development of a characteristic and recorded his actions. He often would hear about peoples troubles while cutting their hair and do something, either obvious or in secret, to make their days better. This was a nice change around The Institute for the scientists, who allowed Gary to continue his work without much observation for his good behavior. Then it happened. After two years of service, in 2287, Gary was cutting his friends hair when she began blurting out words such as "escape" and "better life", calling The Institute "mad scientists" and "a prison." The phrases shook Gary to a realization that he hadn't actually been outside the underground facility and he never knew why. There was much Gary realized he didn't actually know. Where did food come from? Where did his religion that he was coded to know originate? What was the world outside like? Why wasn't there anyone else to cut hair?
The questions remained in Gary's mind for quite some time, often distracting him from his work and making him restless at night. While he did catch the eye of several scientists who reported his behavior, it wouldn't matter in the end- late in the same year of 2287, The Brotherhood of Steel attacked The Institute. In the shock of sudden warfare, many of Gary's friends died in the battle while The Institute itself fought back. Lead by another synth he would never know because she died in the action, Gary escaped through sewer tunnels out of The Institute, into the outside world.
Devastated by the outside world, it was more beautiful than Gary could've ever imagined. He had no insight of what the world looked like before, nor did he know what the world was like outside The Institute. Gary loved the ruins- a new world of wonder, he thought! Then.. the joy quickly faded as he was chased by Mirelurks, Super Mutants, Raiders and all sorts of beasts. He lived through pure luck and good skill in running. Once he reached his first settlement, he was fortunate enough to find Bunker Hill... where he was found by The Railroad (e.g. Old Man Stockton, who instantly saw his strange synth-like behavior).
The Railroad were more than happy to help Gary... in exchange for a few haircuts. He explained to them his confusion and they answered his questions the best they could- what happened to the world, what he really was, who the Brotherhood of Steel was, what the Institute really was, etc. When confronted with the question on if he wanted his memories erased so that he could live a 'normal' life, Gary refused. He was what he was, so young at heart that he barely scraped the surface of how he could help people, now that he knows what the world really was. After realizing that The Commonwealth was at war and that he was at large risk for being a Synth, he moved to The Capital Wasteland in late 2287 to early 2288 with the aid of The Railroad (and his skills in running, of course).
After arriving in The Capital Wasteland, Gary came into contact with Jessica Rose of The Curators and instantly was caught in a conversation about Christianity. When the conversation was over, Jessica was taking Gary to The Archive after finding out that Gary was, in fact, a synth (he told her through trust). After detailing everything he could about The Institute, his experience with The Commonwealth and The Railroad and even running from Super Mutants, the Curators were extremely pleased to document everything about his short, but very interesting life (Lucy even got a haircut). Gary did not join The Curators, but he promised that when they went public, if he had anything he found in his travels he deemed worthy of their documents, he would take it to them. With this, they were happy with his aid.
Today, Gary travels across The Capital Wasteland, aware of what he is, somewhat ignorant of the world around him. He lives on the assumption he can help suffering people as a good Samaritan and that he can escape from threats if he ran fast enough. To this day, he lives on doing so.
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Post by Wake on Mar 6, 2016 19:38:26 GMT -5
What an interesting idea. I only know a little bit about what happened instantly after the bombs fell- mostly because it was all sort of... a blur. A blur filled with highly deadly radiation, of course. In Coup Manor in Fallout 4, there is a journal on a computer detailing the fact Humans and ghouls were a very real thing after the bombs fell, and that all the ghouls (you can sure as hell imagine there were a lot of them) attacked humans, but not sane ghouls. While it is an interesting idea, I'm very uncertain about where it would go, but I would like to find out. Count me in =)
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Post by Wake on Mar 6, 2016 12:16:17 GMT -5
Swindon quickly began packing her clothes- opening the drawer, there wasn't a lot of clothes that Swindon actually owned. Alongside the cat food, she lazily put a dress in as she spoke softly. "I don't mind the names. It's not exactly a competit--" Then Rhit interrupted her with the question and Swindon stopped packing, gazed at the door and breathed out heavily, shaking her head and putting the bag over her shoulder, full of cat food and a single dress. She shook her head at Rhit when the police knocked at the door. Swindon quickly took out her own blaster that Rhit had given her earlier, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her, going pale. The last thing she would need is for Rhit to get hurt over cat food.
Standing slowly, she asked if there was a way out- to which Swindon shook her head. She lowered her voice "just the window." Swindon pointed her blaster, holding it with both hands, at the door, suddenly not looking happy. Moving over to the window, she pushed a button and all the blinds suddenly moved in a single direction in unison, blocking almost all light in the room as the window itself was covered. While Swindon herself couldn't see, she figured Rhit could- and that the CSF couldn't see either.
Breathing in unsteadily, Swindon was ready to escape.
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Post by Wake on Mar 5, 2016 15:14:34 GMT -5
Full Name: Litra Veronica Ignis.
Nickname(s): Phoenix, Veronica.
Species: Human
Homeworld: Earth
Age: 42
Sex: Female
Height: 5'9"
Weight: Average (leaning towards slightly underweight).
Eye Color: Green. She often hides her eyes under sunglasses.
Hair Color: Faded black.
Hair Style: Pin back side hairstyle (also known as the "show off"), all hair swept to one side.
Skin Color: Caucasian white.
Build: Curvy, thin.
Distinguishing Features: Robotic right hand (not arm, just hand), tattoo of a colourful Moa bird on her left shoulder.
Allegiance: Leader of The Clandestine.
Rank: There are no ranks among brothers and sisters in the shadows.
Basic Training: Litra was trained by criminal organizations on thievery, which she considered an art later on.
Armour: A light, jet-black military scout armour.
Weaponry: An energy dagger and a M6S (silenced Magnum).
Other Equipment: Datapad with radio access. At HQ (her home), she has access to painting equipment.
Vehicle: None. Vehicles are not personal when they can be either stolen or traced back to you.
Assigned A.I.: N/A
Religious Belief: Atheist.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single. She hasn't had very good luck with personal relationships.
Personality: Litra is not a hardened criminal. In fact, she's cunning, honest and extremely girly on the inside- but on the outside, she tries to be tough, mysterious and secretive, which reflects upon The Clandestine. One thing Litra loves to do, aside from stealing which she considers "an art", is to paint. Painting is more of a hobby that she does to pass the time, knowing that in another life, she'd be a painter.
Personally, Litra chooses her Phoenix persona when speaking with most people, saying only what needs to be said and only asking questions when she simply doesn't understand. She is well aware of her boundaries and choices, often avoiding law and civilians with a facade of courage. To people who get close to Phoenix, however, they learn who Litra is- the misunderstood woman with determination to prove the "their is no honour among thieves" saying wrong. Beyond that, she is a painter who paints her close friends, a loyal friend and a secret lover of romance fiction. Despite this, she chose the exciting life of the professional thief and admires those who follow her in their organization.
History:
Litra was born on Earth in 2608. From a young age, she was educated in school through public education, but had a large passion for art, just like her great grandmother who made paintings of the Human-Covenant War. Her parents, however, disapproved of this, thus she took a more serious interest in business studies and religious education. Slowly her parents ran out of money. Feeling heavily saddened by her parents lack of money, at the age of 14 in 2622, began trying to find work through legal means, even trying to sell her beloved paintings to do so. However, it wasn't enough. It was only in 2623 at the age of 15 that Litra found profitable work- illegally. She was paid to steal items from, at first, shops- then slowly, over time, personal possessions from people. While her parents were very wary of how Litra was getting her money, they accepted the money and paid for their bills, getting back on track. Sadly, later in the same year, Litra was betrayed by the organization that was being pursued by the law by detectives, in response to this to get the law off them, they lead them to Litra through third parties, getting her into prison. Due to her age, she'd get a lessened sentence- 6 years. Her parents, despite now stable financially, were devastated.
While Litra was in prison, she learnt quite a bit about the nature of criminals and how to avoid the more roughest of them- alongside the prison guards. The judge who convicted her told her there was no honour among thieves- the saying that stuck in Litra's mind forever through prison. She was determined to prove him wrong. When she left prison in 2629 (at the age of 21), she swore that she would get revenge upon the organization that betrayed her slowly over time while raising her own organization that would never betray itself. After making relations with her parents once more, she instantly began her work by cutting off all contact with them- to the great sadness of herself, especially after finding her great grandmother had died while she was in prison.
Between 2629 - 2632, Litra, now going by the name "Phoenix" took the criminal underground of thieves (which wasn't a very large force due to being on the capital of law in the Human Homeworld) by surprise. She didn't rally much support for her cause, but enough to be known and powerful in it's own sense that it had it's own code of conduct. Constantly avoiding law and doing petty jobs, Phoenix rivaled the old organization that betrayed her before taking it by force- finding the men who ran it and murdered them. After the whole ordeal, Phoenix moved to Reach in 2633, leaving the operations on Earth to her new loyal colleagues.
While on Reach, Litra took a little break while still handling the small, but growing nameless organization she was attempting to raise, as she did on Earth. She had a fascination of the Moa birds, finding them both beautiful and quite delicious in burgers. In 2634, after growing in power a little, a famed thief named "Mad Dog" and his little band of thieves caught on to Phoenix's location and confronted her on her operations. Instead of fighting, "Mad Dog", Madog O'Brian, offered to join her if they could steal a UNSC supply ship together on Liberty, an outer planet, in order to fund their big project. Needless to say, they did so- sold the supplies- and used the money to combine forces and founded The Clandestine in 2635.
Between 2635 and present day (2650), Litra (Phoenix) and Madog (Mad Dog) have ran The Clandestine, slowly building it up as a professional thievery organization. In 2645, they were told of an old smuggler location in Neutral Space, an old abandoned UNSC meteor outpost since the Human-Covenant war. Phoenix now uses this location as her home, but also leads The Clandestine out of it with Madog as her second-hand while trying to stay undiscovered by the law itself.
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Post by Wake on Mar 4, 2016 19:47:43 GMT -5
Name: The Clandestine
Type of Faction: Thieves and scavengers.
Other Notable Figures: -
Goals: The Clandestine's main goal is to steal, as any thieves group should focus upon. This group prides itself on, however, not being caught in the process, trying to brand itself as a 'trustworthy' and professional band of thieves. On the side, they are also 'scavengers'. This is simply because if they find a crashed ship of some sort from the surrounding wars, they won't miss the opportunity to get some good 'scrap'.
Beliefs: Before, there was a saying "there is no honour among thieves." The Clandestine try to oppose that by punishing those who break rules set forth that would disrupt peace within the faction itself. It is to the belief of The Clandestine there is no market for professional and organized thieves in the universe, and due to this, they aim to fill that gap in the (black) market, branding themselves in getting jobs done.
Allegiances: While not directly going to people and agreeing terms of alliance in any form (due to The Clandestine not being a government by any means), a loose non-hostility agreement has been made between pirate groups in the Neutral Space. The Clandestine are growing influences on the Black Market and hope not to offend any large criminal organizations, rather make alliances in the future.
Enemies: The major factions are not enemies. At least not yet. Trying to go un-noticed in the universe, The Clandestine have not yet attracted the attention of UNSC, the alliance, ONI, The Covenant, Anti-Covenant rebel groups and Anti-UNSC rebel groups. But if caught in the act of stealing, either from the listed factions or civilians or big corporations, even mice fight when cornered. There is no general enemies of The Clandestine because, as thieves, you can't really trust anyone with this sort of thing.
Headquarters: In Neutral Space, a hidden and abandoned UNSC outpost in a meteor has been refurbished and re-purposed to fit The Clandestine as a place of main operations. The location is called "HQ", simply because it was never given a better name. It's here that thieves lay low, are trained, accept jobs and store / repair stolen or scavenged goods.
Locations: Outside the HQ, The Clandestine would have small hideouts in UNSC and Sanghelios Concordat Planets.
The Rules of The Clandestine: 1) Do not betray. There is loyalty among thieves. Together we are unbreakable. 2) Do not take un-needed risks. It's a quicker way to death. 3) Usage of resources is limited. Don't get greedy. Always ask before using. 4) We are not pirates. Do not needlessly kill. Fight only if needed. 5) Take Phoenix's Paintings, you will die instantly. No joke. Refer to rule one. 6) Revealing the HQ would destroy us. Keep it from the law by any means possible. 7) Refer to one another by code-names when operating together. 8) Always seize opportunity to take something of high value if you are certain you can pull it off. 9) Once an operation is complete, dispose and destroy of all tools, weapons and vehicles. 10) Profit.
Armaments: Stealth. When stealth fails, anything can be used as a weapon- though mainly, most of The Clandestine would simply run and hope for the best. However, in more professional standards, such as hideouts, the protection of HQ and very special missions, The Clandestine will indulge in some weaponry. These weaponry in question are entirely random depending on the members choice, having a selection of Human and Sangilo's Concordat Weapons.
Armor and Uniform: The dress cold is black and lightweight. Beyond that, anything.
Vehicles: Mainly civilian based vehicles and civilian carrier aircrafts. Anything that suits the theme of disguise when in certain areas. If, for example, stealing from the UNSC, they would temporarily use an UNSC vehicle.
Technology: Standard Human Technology, databases, long-range radios and the like. While The Clandestine has wished to get their hands on stealth technology, such a thing would be a task of great risk (I'd rather get that through RP).
Other: Aside from hidden hideouts throughout the universe and the HQ, The Clandestine don't like to own much. They would rather keep what they own low so no one can steal what they have already stolen. No traces must be left.
Numbers: It's argued. The Clandestine don't own much, only operating out of hideouts which have direct communication to the HQ. Word of mouth can only go so far, however, so HQ doesn't actually know how many are under their own command and employment. If asked, it'd be "give or take, 10'000." Not a bad number. But given the circumstance of employment, only 5'000 of the 15'000 are actually loyal and dedicated to The Clandestine while the others simply operate on a much smaller and pathetic scale, to the point of being petty thieves without guidance, just selling their findings to The Clandestine itself- not counted as actual members. So in reality, the Clandestine have around 5'000 members, and 10'000 more in unloyal connections who would drop the faction if it were to fall apart or fail to provide adequate payment or resources.
History:
There was always more to life. And Litra knew it. Litra was a woman growing up on Earth who looked around her and saw opportunity everywhere. Wherever she went, there was some kind of advantage to be gained- stealing knowledge, resources, weapons, vehicles, power, life- everything has profit, Litra realized, written all over it. And yet, despite this, she spent her later teenage years in a prison due to working for a criminal organization that described itself as wonderfully united, only to be betrayed by those she once called friends. Litra swore she'd have revenge, but not against the people who betrayed her- to those who challenged the concept that there was no honour among thieves, as the law constantly reminded her. When released from prison on Earth at the age of 21, Litra swore she would dedicate her life to creating an organization that would never betray itself. This was in 2629 on Earth. Another 21 years have passed since that year.
During those 21 years between 2629 and 2650, Litra had began gaining support for an improved thieves group. But given the secret nature of the ordeal, it didn't rally much support. Luckily, in 2634 on Reach, Litra met Madog, who had everything Litra needed. Madog himself was a thief of a more violent, less revolutionary nature- but his violent nature gained him much respect among thieves and criminals on Reach and other planets, gaining him the nickname "Mad Dog" as oppose to Madog. Litra and Madog joined forces after a robbery on Liberty where they both stole a UNSC supply ship. The event gained Litra respect and added to "Mad Dog's" legacy. Together, they created The Clandestine in 2635.
After being branded experts in their field of thievery among criminals, yet regarded unimportant and petty thugs in the eyes of law, The Clandestine began recruiting formally and got skilled thieves across the universe, including members of different races, such as that of the Kig-yar and Sangheili. While not daring to risk getting caught during the brewing of the coming war when everyone's tensions were high, The Clandestine began taking smaller operations of stealing, often from large businesses in Human-origin planets and traders in the Sangilo Concordat space. The Clandestine repairs broken abandoned or stolen vehicles, weapons, etc. The Black Market itself is what makes The Clandestine what it is- gaining currency from the simple method of stealing and selling. The Clandestine also began taking in private job requests to steal items for money- both jobs and Black Market comes from third party people, be it rebels, crime organizations or simply shifty traders seeking money. Fixes, however, also encouraged Litra and Madog to get a bigger and more secure organization hub. And thus, they began their search to find a new home.
The "HQ" was founded in 2645, an old abandoned UNSC outpost in Neutral Space, far from any core planets but close enough to get to without being a pain to find. It's a perfect location for The Clandestine to send radio broadcasts to their thieves in hideouts around the universe. Because of the radio broadcasts being able to be traced if larger factions such as the UNSC took notice of The Clandestine, the HQ was never named and the loyal members began using codenames. Litra chose "Phoenix" due to her ideology of 'rising anew from the ashes'. Madog chose 'Mad Dog' because that's what people already knew him as. Fixes chose Fixes. And many other members in the organization began choosing names of a similar nature, be it Nightsong, Silent, Stranger, Creeper, all sorts of names flow through the organization itself.
With war looming over the universe and talks of an ancient race come back to life, attacking planets- The Clandestine, as Litra tells people, only see's profit in what can be stolen and sold, or perhaps used to further the former goal. Having been avoided so far by the larger law authorities, The Clandestine are planning to indulge in some larger operations.... ...soon.
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Post by Wake on Mar 4, 2016 11:53:17 GMT -5
(February 27th? 27th?! The post didn't show up on "recent posts", sorry Immortal D= I'm glad you told me. I'll keep the Star Wars drop-down open from now on in case I miss it again. Sorry!!)
It amused Swindon that Rhit called her 'innocent'. Of course, in reality, Swindon was quite innocent- no criminal record until recently, raised in an orphanage, a cat called Cuddles and worked honestly... no one would've suspected that she was actually a pretty decent liar when she lied to the Officer, nor the inventor of a dangerous but very useful renewable energy source. Swindon never saw herself as 'innocent' by any means. She would kill people with her kindness.
The apartment was... much different from the rest of the building. As the outside gave the impression of a facade from the inside, Swindon's home was something of a paradox within itself. While the outside looked fancy and the corridor (and elevator) were horrid, the apartment was actually well kept, tidy and constantly repaired, if it ever had any damage at all. Of course- it was only a single room. A quite large single room, but regardless, one room which had an odd smell of Honeyblossom, a slowly disappearing smell from a nearly depleted incense sat on the kitchen table, the only table in the room, in the middle of the kitchen area. The door they went in from was in the middle of the room- to the left was the kitchen area, a standard collection of cabinets, a fridge and a bunch of low-priced cooking machinery and cooking tools. The table was neatly spaced out in the cooking area with one chair tucked in... it seems Swindon never expected / had guests. On the table was the incense, a book titled "Travels with Gormaanda: Cooking in the Core." On the other side of the room was Swindon's bedroom, a single large and comfortable looking bed that looked like the most expensive item in the room alongside a cabinet, probably full of clothes. There was even a little mat on the floor next to the bed covered in cat hairs which looked comfortable and cat-sized. The room was large, simply because of the window. It was a giant window opposite the door, spanning the entire room with simple, but effective blinds which currently did not cover the window- bringing in a beautiful view of the city-planet of Coruscant, the passing speeders and ships and, of course, the sky.
Swindon giggled and gave Rhit a warm smile. "You are. And I think you are a good teacher." Then and again, if Rhit didn't make sense, it was easy to deduce that Swindon's response would always be positive by this point. Despite this, her face showed a level of focus and understanding. There was little point looking at her, however... the visor made it hard to be heart-to-heart, so Swindon wasn't going to stand are stare at Rhit as she spoke. Instead, the innocent mechanic had simply grabbed a bag and was in the kitchen area, filling it with cat food. Because apparently, it was more important than clothes.
"I know what a Mandelorian is, at least" she gave a weak smile, packing the bag with cat food tins. "I don't know thei-- Your beliefs and culture, though. I'm.. actually quite content in thinking about cultures beyond my own though- Coruscant doesn't really have a set culture, so I've tried to be open minded! ..So maybe that makes me ignorant, yes, but .. You aren't exactly the most hostile of people. Not- as you said... Mercarnaries, assassins, bounty hunters- you're... unique. The best of the best. If working for the best was achieved through ignorance, then get this:" Swindon paused from her tin-collecting, stood and looked at Rhit in glee, like she was gazing through her. "I made that power box because I wondered what would happen if you put electric inside a contrainer which held electric. I did this and made my own power pack!...But it just contained it and didn't do anything. So as I was making Homocide's broken speeder from my speeder, I thought 'what happens if I put energy inside energy?' As I made it and put it together charged, the energy just kept growing!" Swindon gave a little giggle at this, as if she was happy with her blind luck. "It was easy- not like mathematics."
She went back to filling the bag with Cuddle's food. Maybe there was a little more to it than that, Swindon knew, but she didn't really want to tell Rhit the boring bits. The basic details made the little details more fun. It wasn't as easy as 'making plasma in an electrical fields.' While Swindon didn't admit this, maybe the little burn marks on her wrist which she tried to hide with her clothes might have suggested this.
"You asked me to call you Rhit. Do you have an... elite name?" Swindon asked, moving over to the bedroom area with the bag half-full with cat food tins. "People used to call me Swinedon back in the orphanage. I would hate that if you called me that..."
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Post by Wake on Mar 3, 2016 6:40:41 GMT -5
Hey there =D Welcome to the Nexus! Since Fallout 4 came out, I think a lot of us new members joined for the Fallout Roleplay. No Roleplay in the Commonwealth yet- the staff are making polishing on the lore on that. In the mean time, there is Roleplay in The Capital Wasteland and Mojave! The other Roleplay universes caught me off guard, they are very interesting and fun to Roleplay on =) I hope we can Roleplay in the future ^_^
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Post by Wake on Feb 27, 2016 15:29:51 GMT -5
Hey there =)
As you may have guessed by this point, I really love lore. If you hadn't, then here is me stating that I absolutely love lore, especially history. What lore, you may ask? Well lore in general, of course! The Nexus provides us with the immense possibility to Roleplay in multiple universes, to the point where we can create whatever we wish in Fallout, Halo, Elder Scrolls, Star Wars and all of them together if we wanted! This is why I am constantly on the Nexus, as I assume it is also the reason you are all on The Nexus reading this! To any new players, I hope this gives a basic insight in the wonderful nature of The Nexus! :D
But I didn't make this post to simply tell you how good the Nexus is (because you already know how good it is). I wanted to ask a question. I made The Curators in the Fallout submissions at a really bad time, I know that. The lore for Fallout is being edited at the moment which would change everything about what we are doing. But my love for lore is so great that I wanted to ask: Am I allowed to make "Project Curator" in other universes? These Curator groups won't be exactly the same as the one from the Fallout universe I submitted of course. For the Halo Universe, for example, it'll be a lot more... criminal-like, possibly under a different name, while in the Elder Scrolls universe, the Curator group might be an opposing faction to The Synod. It's amazing to think about the possibilities to me!
I wouldn't be making this thread if I wasn't uncertain on two different things that I need to ask about. 1) Am I allowed to make a faction of extremely similar interests in different universes? 2) This might possibly spam the forums with new threads (the faction submission and character submissions). Is that alright to do, if the first is allowed?
I can't deny that my love for lore and creating characters and factions related to lore. If not allowed, I won't mind ^_^ It just means I can't do something I'd love to do! If even one of these factions and all characters are accepted, I can only imagine the wonderful Roleplay I will be able to have with others, either with or against others in RP!
Thanks for reading, I can't wait to hear your responses!
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Post by Wake on Feb 23, 2016 17:33:38 GMT -5
It's fine, I don't mind the wait ^_^ I'm just really happy with having it right. Was really worried at first by the dates, then the ranks. I really like the Halo lore on the Nexus. It leaves open so much opportunity with The Covenant and Alliance, opening new frontiers in technology and factions, be them alien, Human, both or Forerunners! I find it amazing! :D
If I can get into good Roleplay using an ODST, I'm certain I'll try my hand at making a group in your lore =)
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Post by Wake on Feb 23, 2016 17:30:30 GMT -5
Swindon smiled. It wasn't a soft smile- nor a warm smile- it was simply what it was- a genuine, non-forced smile. Watching all the vehicles fly by was a strange site for her... seeing all the flying objects up close, feeling the wind in her hair, watching as the underground slowly became larger and larger, then the sky... the beautiful sky with the many moons and the home-like artificial atmosphere. She gave a happy glance at Rhit and simply stated "I'm part of a bounty hunter group now, right? I don't have a motivation." She was silent for a few more moments, watching the tall sky-breaking skyscrapers appears, pass and disappear. It crossed Swindon's mind that perhaps she had some motivation, but it was difficult for her to even think about. "..Everyone comes to Coruscant thinking it's the best place in the galaxies. That's simply because it's a city, right? Well I was born here. The big city. But I never knew my parents... I was raised in a orphanage, as you probably already know... And nothing was expected of me. When I came to age, they kicked me out... rough childhood? No..." she breathed out sadly, collecting her thoughts before going on to explain. "I didn't have a childhood. I never had a hobby. Didn't have any friends when I left... that's why I'm so protective of Cuddles, I suppose. What life can I possibly leave behind? I'm a lone woman in a giant galaxy with no family to speak of, let alone know of. I'm.... empty. Well, empty enough that I almost created an energy source that renews itself- but that's simply because I connected the dots that plasma can renew itself when surrounded with electrical grids in a metal that holds electricity. It's not exactly the Force, is it? ... I don't even know if the Force is real! There is lots I don't know, Rhit. I'm... I.... Have been seeking an Opportunity to get out of my empty life forever. All my skills, my selflessness, my... cheerfulness? It's... just me preparing to become someone better. When Homicide came and asked me to repair his Speeder in a day, I took the challenge because it was simply... a challenge. I worked on it all night because I knew I had nothing better to do. Then suddenly he offers me a job with you and Blink- a massive organization of ... what do you call yourselves... Mandelorians? Off-world hired bounty hunters? Assassins? I'm not joining you because I have a criminal past, I'm not joining y-you or the moment, I'm ... certainly not joining you because I'm desperate! Or because I messed up lying to that detective! Because.... It was an Opportunity to become someone .. better. To at least have my name, Swindon- which I chose, mind you- a known name to even a few people before I eventually just... disappear from existence."
Once again, the empty and cheerful woman fell silent, gazing out into her home world's sky, her smile weakened. "...I'm sorry that you couldn't read me.... but there is nothing to read. I know what I am. But... I don't know what I could be. What... you could make me be. What I dream to be."
They approached Swindon's apartment building. There wasn't anything impressive about it. It was actually decently looked after, not falling into disrepair. But what it made up for in appearance, it lacked in actual physical usage. While the building itself looked nice and the outside was merely a copy of all surrounding skyscrapers, the building might as well just be a hologram. It obviously had tiny rooms, probably some rooms were actually more in disrepair than others. It didn't help that Swindon lived on one of the top floors of the building, the elevators looked extremely outdated and were never repaired or upgraded in their existence, despite being used everyday. Around the building was very narrow alleyways in which were never seen unless someone was hiding something (be it an object or themselves). There wasn't even parking spaces for a speeder to land (or rather, hover). "It's not much" Swindon said, going back to her cheerful tone. "But it's Cuddle's food stash and where I sleep. Can't really call it home."
Cuddles gazed at Blink as she spoke, not feeding her words. It wasn't like Cuddles was actually going to go anywhere. His owner's bag was left on that table, the smell alone was enough to keep him there (not that Cuddles knew it was a bag). He just sat there, watching Blink work, licking his magnificent paws with a grin that only a cat could have... the cheeky little bugger.
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Post by Wake on Feb 21, 2016 17:13:27 GMT -5
With a soft smile, she lowered the blaster in one hand, turning to Rhit as she gave a little background and what she was actually teaching Swindon wasn't formal training. "It's fine" she said cheerfully. "I feel like I've learnt something, so it's okay! I... Just don't really have anywhere to put the blaster on me." She looked at her clothing, her thin form making her look quite small in comparison to the giant mandelorian armour. It was true there wasn't anywhere Swindon would get away hiding her blaster on herself aside maybe her breasts, but that's very inappropriate which wouldn't be completely obvious.
Rhit explained where they are going and Swindon looked quite cheerful about it. "We've only got to pick up food for Cuddles. I don't really own much... I assume you already know where I live?..." she asked, wondering if they did a little background check on Swindon herself before trying to recruit her. It was a far-fetched thought, but it'd make sense. Her bright teal eyes switched to the speeder before as they approached it. "-!" Her face lit up like a firework. She rushed over to it, looking around it quickly, giving it an analyse, giving it a quick admire. "She's beautiful.." It was quite clear that Swindon had a love for fancy-looking speeders.
With quite some skill, perhaps practiced, she put a single hand on the door and hopped into the speeder cheerfully, sitting in the passenger seat. It appears she was quite overexcited to go.
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Cuddles was a simple cat. He liked food, he liked sleep and he certainly liked being worshiped (like all cats). Not long ago in his mind, he connected the dots that the nice human with red hair fed him and didn't kick him, like most others did. He was born a street cat, but the woman fed him. Because of this, he was willing to do anything for the red lady- most importantly, sleep. He awoke in the strange room to find that the red head human was gone and that only a single figure sat in the room. Giving a small, feral yawn, Cuddles moved an inch before realizing he should be more cautious around new areas, like back in the good old days. Standing on all four paws, Cuddles crept towards Blink, in clear view along the metal tables. The cat didn't bother to rub itself against Blink, or to even make demands of being worshiped- instead, Cuddles just sat there, silent, glaring at Blink and his work, like a trained evil mastermind's cat.
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Post by Wake on Feb 20, 2016 16:23:42 GMT -5
Swindon breathed in, suddenly realizing her breathing played a more important role in firing a weapon than she would have liked. Staring at the wall and giving brief glances at Rhit, she knew that any interaction from this point in this room would be of a harsh nature... and that further training in the future was going to be much more harsh or worse than Swindon would actually be comfortable with. But it's all worth it in the end, isn't it? Working with assassins? Getting off Coruscant? At the thought, she fired the blaster again at the wall, leaving a burn mark nowhere near the others. Breathing was important! The mechanic sighed and aimed her weapon at the wall once more...
While firing with slightly better accuracy a few times at the harmless and very burnt wall, Swindon paused and asked Rhit "So you were working in a tech call center?" she asked with a typical smile. "Better than a mechanic. Used to work in a canteen before I was trained as a mechanic, mind you." When her sentance was finished, she fired once more at the wall, hitting closer to the burns- though by this point, Swindon was certain it didn't matter what she did or didn't hit just so long as she could actually shoot the blaster in the general direction of the target. The shots were fired one at a time with small pauses between- she didn't hold down the trigger or change the mode from 'kill'. The stun and compression blast? That was some serious firepower which Swindon didn't want to mess around with. At least- not yet anyway!
"I'll admit.. it's a lot easier to fire a blaster than I thought it'd be" she gave a small, optimistic giggle. In reality, she didn't mean this at all- just trying to stay cheerful.
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