StarCraft: Infection [Registration]

[Crystal Tears]

Day Seventeen…

I don’t think we’ll last another wave.

Charlene, if you get this, I love you. Tell Jonas that Daddy loves him, and tell my sister that everything I said that day, in the starport… I never meant it.

I honestly think I won’t get the chance, I know you told me to do it before I left for Mar Sara, and I was an idiot not to listen… God damn it I wish I had never listened to Sarge go on about this hellhole needing some defense. I thought we would be fighting those damn terrorists.. Not-

Oh Christ they’re coming. The alarms are blaring, I can hear the shrieking, they’ll get through the mine field this time.

I’m so sorry Charlene.



“That last out-going message from Backwater Station that resembled intelligence.” The General spoke coolly, eying the men and women who were sitting in the seats before him. They were quiet, sitting with their backs straight, ready and willing to fight to the death from him. Or he assumed as much, he always had his suspicions, that some of those that swore allegiance to the Confederacy and the Confederate Armada were nothing but drifters and deserters. Ready and willing to run or join the damn Sons of Korhal whenever it suited them. “Intelligence believes that this is a terrorist trick, trying to spook us into believing those rumours that have been going around.”

“What if the rumours are true?” One of them speaks up, he frowns.

“They’re not.” Duke replied, eyes narrowing at the moron who asked. “There ain’t no creepy-crawlin’ aliens on Mar Sara, or anywhere else.”

Silence followed, the whispers of the aliens: monsters that came from the ground and shadows to drag men and women away, was something many in the fleet had heard, but not many believed. The only unnerving thing was the rumours were spreading to all the outlying worlds, Mar Sara was probably the most recent however, and it was the only one to blatantly mention something attacking that wasn’t human.

“Now, Alpha Squadron will be remaining in orbit, to hold off any terrorist reinforcements that try to reach the planet’s surface.” General Duke stated, “Bravo team will be going down to the planet’s surface,”

The hologram of the planet lit up the dark briefing room, before a highlight section of the planet was zoomed in on. It showed a wide canyon, it was scattered with blue crystals, and further down the shaft was what looked like a settlement.

“You’ll land here, five clicks away from the settlement ‘Outpost 29’. There is a small group of local militia stationed there, after the residence requested protection. The fall of Backwater Station prompted them to request for additional support from the Confederacy, and after the victory the Sons of Korhal had on New Folsom, freein’ some prisoners, the Senate has ordered us to intervene.” Duke paused, cold eyes washing over the ground. “There’s no room for error, failure ain’t an option…”

“What measures are we allowed to take sir?” One of the senior soldiers questioned, arms crossed defensively.

“Any, if it comes to it.” The General grunted, pressing a small button so the hologram faded and the group was left in darkness. “Outpost 29 can’t fall, is that understood?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Good, dismissed.”

STARCRAFT
Infection

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Name:

Age:

Gender:

Rank: This is based on the skill of your character, not the actual rank you play. Recruit is a greenhorn, someone who hasn’t seen any action, or very little, while a Commander is a veteran in the Confederate ranks, having survived numerous battles with the enemy (All of which has been rival Terran organizations, no fighting aliens yet).

Recruit → Private → Corporal → Sergeant → Captain → Commander

Class: Class is the job you take on in the Corps. This is of course, only an option for those who are actually apart of the military. Those who aren’t cannot have a class. Don’t pick your own class, just state whether you’re civilian, militia or military. I will assign your class based on the personality, appearance and history you provide for your character.

Appearance:

Personality:

Home Planet: Antiga Prime (arid, backwater planet), Brontes IV (largely unknown, missing from many navigation systems), Mar Sara (arid, overshadowed by sister world, Chau Sara), Chau Sara (arid, resource rich) Tarsonis (Capital world, heavily populated, temperate), you may also make up a world, but it needs to be approved.

Weapon: C-14 is standard for all men and women in the Confederate army, a scaled down variant is available for personal not in a CMC Powered Suit (The rifle in the picture is the C-14). The scaled down version is similar in design to the Pulse Rifle from Aliens. The other weapon, commonly distributed, is the AGR-14. It is more often seen in the hands of mercenaries or militia, then soldiers however. It’s not as reliable, but easier to carry then a C-14 of either variant.

Relationship(s):

History: If you want to state your actual rank in the Confederacy, this is where to do it. Recruit - private - corporal - sergeant – lieutenant. No higher.


Other:


Please don’t be afraid to PM me any questions! I waste a lot of my life playing this game and writing a fanfic about it, so really… I’m good at answering questions about it. It’s also AU, so no big worry about majorly messing up the storyline. No direct relations with the characters from the game, only in passing, and please, only if you have actually played the game.

Name: Caden Shepard, but is known as Shepard, No. 88 or 88 (her Ghost Number is 88174.).

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Rank: Captain

Class: Military - Ghost, trained in operating Wraiths, Banshees and Vultures. She is able to pilot dropships, though their cumbersome form and lack-luster speed makes her agitated when doing so.

Appearance: Caden stands at 5’8’’, with a slim, athletic build common to women in the Ghost program. Her lithe frame, combined with her dark brown hair and hazel eyes makes her fairly attractive. Her suit (like hell am I gonna describe that XD) is a fairly new design, instead of the standard blue psi-sensitive material, hers is a deep red, and her face is usually hidden behind a full mask, which also has a tendency to distort her voice a tad.

Personality: Caden is a rather introverted woman, and is concerned only for her well being and the mission at head. She has a snarky, irritated disposition when talking to anyone, especially civilians. Though some suspect that the irritation some claim to have heard, is from her mask distorting her voice, making her sound much more robotic and by extension, condescending. Her ghost training and experiences in the program had caused her morals to become jaded and confused, but many expect that of trained killers. Despite her neural inhibitor making her far more loyal to the Confederacy then she would be of her free mind, Caden has managed to form opinions that the Confederacy would see as dangerous (though these opinions she keeps to herself). Shepard is cunning and ruthless, she keeps her mind on the mission (though that isn’t entirely her own doing), and has no time for weakness.

Home Planet: Shiloh

Weapon: C-20 Prototype, an advanced form of Sniper Rifle she received from Lt. Colonel Warfield for a particular mission she completed. The prototype’s scope shows info on the target, such as weak points in armor and range.

Relationship(s): Has been working as Cornelius's bodyguard and assassin for years now.

History: Caden was swept up into the ghost program when she was 11, and went through harsh, torturous training that resulted in her personality now. She had briefly worked with the infamous ghost No.24, or ‘Kerrigan’ before she defected and joined the terrorist organization Sons of Korhal. Most of the woman’s life was robbed from her, so Caden has no real notable memories besides missions.

Recently, she was stationed on Mar Sara to ensure the safe transport of some valuable cargo. The shipment was moved to Outpost 29 from Backwater Station, just before it fell. Caden has been on edge ever since, but she has loyally protected the shipment and prevented any infiltration into the military facility at the outpost. Though seeing the new reinforcements provided by the Confederacy, doesn’t know whether to be comforted or uneasy.

Her rank is Specialist, which is in between sergeant and lieutenant, and is a rank reserved only for ghost operatives. While she has to obey most orders a Lieutenant (or any other ranking officer gives), she doesn’t disclose operation details to anyone except those expressly involved, or when there is no point in keeping it secret any longer.

Other: Some medics suspect her outward irritation and agitation in some situations, is a result of interference of the neural inhibitor. Caden has sometimes expressed that maybe the newly emerging ‘memory wipe’ idea is better than the alternative of being openly influenced on the field. She often falls prey to headaches, and at times, migranes that make functioning difficult. None the less, she does it, somehow.

[Bear]

Bad ass! Been a long time since we did a Starcraft RPG!

Name: Ozabeth Moragat

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Rank: Corporal

Class: Firebat

Appearance: Ozabeth is extremely tall and lean, with dark hair and skin suggestive of his Persian descent. His street clothes consist of a light, loose fitting white shirt resembling a tunic, and plain slate-colored pants, also very loose. He typically wears brown sandals, very well worn. His military uniform is the standard Terran blue dress with his Corporal stripes and insignia. Finally, his battle suit is the new R-12 body form, heat resistant up to 10,000 degrees Celsius and containing quad Flame Packs as opposed to the duals of the R-11 model. The suit color is the blue and red whisp design, staying true to the original.

Personality: Ozabeth is a quiet, studious young man who tends to keep to himself most of the time. He yearns for friendship and belonging, but his thick accent makes it difficult for those around him to understand. His understanding of English is much greater than his ability to actually dictate it, so he often simply listens to conversation and observes behavior rather than participating. He is fiercely loyal though, and will follow orders without deviation. He has studied Pyrotechnology since he was young and his only misbehavior was an unusual penchant for setting things on fire...

Home Planet: Mar Sara

Weapon: Gresham 8 Flamethrower, modified to include support input valves that link to the R-12 suit's flame packs. Know anything about propane and propane accessories?

Relationship(s): His family has lived on Mar Sara for many generations, making a living by selling metalwares in a small shop located in the planet's most populous city, San Gora. He has three brothers and two sisters, but he is the eldest and only sibling enlisted in the military.

History: As briefly mentioned above, Ozabeth has always had a fascination with fire. It wasn't a violent or malicious tendency by any means, he just was mesmerized by the science of how things burned. This intense curiosity inevitably got him into trouble sometimes, but it was always in the pursuit of knowledge and not mischief.

As a lad, Ozabeth, along with his younger siblings, helped his parents run the metalwares shop. Mar Sara was relatively peaceful most of the time, even when the war began and the Confederacy came to be. Ozabeth spent most of his childhood studying and playing sports, being keenly interested in the sciences and playing soccer. The shop his parents own is quite possibly the sturdiest building on Mar Sara, for the simple fact that after a few close calls, Ozabeth's parents had to take precautions against his fire obsession.

When Ozabeth completed his Undergraduate and Graduate studies at the University of Rushan, he enlisted in the military with the aspiration of fulfilling the Firebat classification. He has been in the military for two years, and has moved up to the rank of Corporal.

Other:

[ChobiChibi]

BEAR <3

... That's all. Ye already know to save me a spot >>

[Crazy Elf Boy]

This topic is relevant to my interests, if it is not too much trouble save me a spot please.

[Crystal Tears]

Bear: You're approved! And you've been assigned the Firebat class. Congratulations. =) Who saw that coming? XD

There's no need to save spots, there's no limit to how many people can sign up. I just don't want to wait to long before it starts is all, so just keep that in mind please~

[Darth CookieMonster]

Please save me a SPOT!!!!!

[Asilynne]

Name: Lucinda Eos (Also called Luci for short)

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Rank: No fighting experience whatsoever! maybe just enough to hold a weapon without killing herself, and the meanness to wield blunt objects like only a pissed off woman could <3 RECRUIT THEN lol

Class: Militia

Appearance: Long blond hair with a slight curl to the very ends of it, very blue eyes and pale skin. She looks like she should be in big frilly dresses sipping tea in high class society but instead her hair is often pulled up in a ponytail and her skin often has grease stains from her job as a mechanic. She wears a simple white shirt and brown overalls with a dark blue toolbelt on her waist. She stands at about 5'4".

Personality: All growing up she was taught to smile prettily and be tactful and clever and polite, basically all the traits politicians and royalty are expected to have, but she hated it. She is quite intellegent and has the ability to learn things very quickly, but her real personality is one of blunt honesty. She's not mean for the sake of it, she just gets annoyed and impatient with peoples attitudes sometimes, and during those times she doesnt feel like hiding it. She mutters when she works sometimes and is short with people around her if she is trying to solve a problem, but most of the time she is quiet unless she needs to talk. Loves coming up with unorthodox ways of fixing things that somehow work better than expected.

Home Planet: Tarsonis

Weapon: AGR-14. Also any of her tools she can use as a weapon ;D

Relationship(s): Open

History: I'll write my history later after I get a few details from Sie but basically she was in a rich political family which she ran away from because all she wanted to do was to get her hands dirty and pursue her love---fixing machines as a mechanic.


Other:

[Mew Master]

Name: Ethan Vasaile “Tracer”

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Rank: Civilian

Class: None

Appearance: Tracer is small for a 14 year old. Thin and frail, but with the hands of a grease monkey that can to the delicate work of a surgeon. His hair is mess and matted in places, but he's always seen with a pair of goggles that have been designed to aid him in his work. He has a tool belt with several pockets and dirty, torn, and repaired clothes that show the extent he goes about his personal hygene. His face has patches of grease and some burn marks from working on his computer componetns.

Personality: Tracer is quiet and appears to be meek. This is usually a ploy as he's always watching, evaluating, and taking in information. When he speaks, he's blunt and to the point, often with a dry wit that makes him a straight man. When chaos erupts, he can be quick to lose his composure, unable to handle the surprise at first, and go into a rabbit run. As it continues, he can find his footing and work on a solution. He seems to have no interest in the opposite sex, or normal 14 year old worries at all. Give him a computer screen and access to a system and he's happy.

Home Planet: Born on Tarsonis.

Weapon: Omnitool. A contraption used by Tracer that's been modified. Normally it produces a variety of tools for various situations, but it also doubles as a computer that can give Tracer access to computer systems when connected.

Relationship(s): Tracer has his father and mother, as well as a younger sister

History: Tracer was born while his family was still living on Tarsonis. Times were good for others, but not so good for his own family. His family was surprised however, at Ethan's good scores and continued interest in technology, continuing to encourage their son in his endeavors, even as he experimented with simple AI and hacking systems. The first few attempts were clumsy, and he even had his own systems hacked a time or two. Learning experiences, he took the lessons and improved his methods, becoming one of the best hackers in the system and gaining the name Tracer. He even illegally enrolled in online courses at several academies when the schooling at his current age was boring. Having received several degrees in general subjects and a few in more advanced cybernetics and computer systems, his family ended up moving.

They couldn't survive on Tarsonis for long. The family had another on the way, and was already on the lower ladder of Terran society. His father was working two jobs, pushing overtime on both. His mother also had to work to help make ends meet. Tracer began working too, doing simple things like data input and other anonymous occupations to get a paycheck. When the family had saved enough, they moved to Mar Sara, hoping to strike up a brand new future. Starting work at Outpost 29.

There wasn't as much technology, and Tracer had to jury-rig something that could access the rest of the system. His skills came in handy and he was hired on along with his father in repairing mineral collection machinery, taking some of the left over circuitry for free. Soon the techno-theurge had made his own sanctum out of bits of cybernetics, computer monitors, discarded circuits. Using it as his relay, and occasionally listening in on the signals that came and went from the planet.

One day his world would seem to change, as he intercepted a very disturbing signal coming from Backwater...

Other: Tracer has a limited psychic potential. While this isn't outstanding and doesn't enable him to manipulate humans or use it offensively, it comes off as premonitions of things to come. The images are random, and vague, and often they come as flashes. They are hard to predict and often leave Tracer ancy for a day or two. It is unsure whether his psychic skills account for his vast intellect and skill with machinery or if it's just a random mutation.

[Blue62]

Name: Hap Shawnesee

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Rank: Corporal

Class: Militia

Appearance: average height, broad shouldered- if he weren't a shoulder, one would likely take him for a backwater farmer with his honest face and slow drawl. Off duty, he tends toward baggy clothing, in neutral colours. On duty, he keeps his uniform pressed and cleaned as best he can given the surroundings.

Personality: laid back, get's along with others, doesn't go out of his way to get to know them or get friendly very often usually keeping to hiself. However, he isn't afriad of sticking out his neck to get greenhorns up to speed with the local swing of things. Will not back down from a standpoint he beleives is right or good and won't hesitate to 'take it outside' if need be

Home Planet: Taris Mar (temperate, backwater)

Weapon: C-14, C-14s (pistol deriviative)

Relationship(s): widowed, no children

History: sergeant
Enlisted out of highschool later married his sweetheart on his second leave, four years later. While on operation nine years ago, he recived news that she had been killed by a drunk driver. Driven into depression he bungled a mission and nearly his entire units was killed, resulting in a demotion from Commander to Lieutenant, where he has remained since then.


Other: I has a tank? oh wait, noes....I doens't....

[Blademaster]

Guten tag.


Name: Ordentlicher Professor Reimund Cornelius
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Rank: This isn't literal, just a rough measure of someone's combat effectiveness, right? Then Private.
Class: Military
Appearance: Reimund Cornelius is an even 6' tall and weighs 194 lbs., with vivid blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, the color and luminosity of which is augmented by what we might call contact lenses. His face is smooth, yet his expression is sharp and unyielding. He dresses in a black and silver uniform underneath a pristine white labcoat, with black pants held up by a silver belt and a pair of shining black boots adorned with heels and toes of German steel. When not in the laboratory, he wears a golden-colored coat and, depending on the weather, a red scarf.
Personality: Needless to say, Cornelius is a brilliant man. However, underneath his cunning exterior is a power-hungry madman who does not tolerate failure, and learns from his every mistake. He has a quiet demeanor and typical spends his time alone, but those who speak with him would know that he is a proud man and believes that he is more than deserving of the tenure and funding needed to further his research. As such, he will stop at nothing to acquire what he wants. Cornelius is also quite paranoid and has several failsafes built into each and every one of his plans. So it is advised that you take care around him... You never know when he might go off.
Home Planet: Chau Sara
Weapon: Too many to list; he carries a modified C-7 Pistol with silencer for "self-defense."
Relationship(s): Has an elderly mother and father on Chau Sara, as well as a fiance; Caden Shepard is his bodyguard
History: Reimund was born in 2457 to a family of German descent, whose ancestors were exiled from Earth due to their ceaseless clinging of Nazi beliefs and practices, traces of which still linger in his genealogy and even his parents, who were strictly devoted to their ancient homeland's customs and language.
Because of Reimund's brilliant mind, he was quickly sought and incorporated by the Confederacy as an engineer of sorts, designing and assisting with the construction of new Terran weaponry and medicine. One of the men responsible for the compounds found in modern medical kits and a driving force in the construction of the first C-14's, he has an extensive history of impressive accomplishments to his name.
By the late 2490's, the senior professor Cornelius had become one of the Confederacy's most recognized and brilliant men outside of service. Involved on some level with almost every advancement in the Confederate military, from small arms to neural inhibition and everywhere in between, he may not be the acting military's favorite person... But then again, they don't have to willingly like him...
Other: Because of his ancestral Nazi roots, he has extensive knowledge of World War II and Germany's allies at the time committed to his memory. The Japanese Yamato warships and the nation's nuclear bombing near the end of the war, in particular, are rumored to be the inspirations behind his newest and deadliest weapon...

[Crystal Tears]

People! Yaaay! ^_^

Asi: Approved! You are able to use SCVs, and drives vultures.

Denny: Approved! :3

Blue62: Approved! Welcome, err, back to TPM? You can use the Marine Power Suit.

Blade: ^_^ Approved! Thanks for joining~ I'll fill you in on things on msn.

[Samchu]

Name: Teia Andrews (real name: Teia McMannus)

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Rank: Captain

Class: Military

Appearance: 5'7. Athletic build. Usually she appears slightly more muscular but the months she's spent in hospital have softened her slightly. Auburn hair which is always cut short. Green eyes. She recieved a lot of scarring as a result of an explosion on her last mission. The worst of it is on her body, particularly her right side which had to be partly reconstructed because of how damaged it was. She has some scarring on her legs and arms but most of that is faint. She also has one on her right cheek. If she's not on duty she'll tend to wear something loose on her lower half and something short on the top half.

Personality: Teia's very good at differentiating between what she's like on the battlefield and how she acts during quiet spells. If an aspect of a mission requires her attention she'll give all of it. She's alert and attentive, responsive to orders but also not afraid to give a few orders of her own or take initiative if she feels it's necessary. Otherwise she's generally outgoing. She likes to know about the people she's fighting with. Her own experiences have taught her to view individuality as a strength, not a weakness, so she likes to know what the people around her can offer that a briefing file can't tell her. She's easy to approach and won't turn people away if they need to talk. Most of her free time is taken up with period of self progression, usually working out, studying or meditating, but she doesn't mind these being interrupted as she views change as a postive aspect. However, she has no patience for time wasters or people who use their own laziness or selfishness as an excuse for their own short commings. She doesn't appreciate being talked down to because she's a woman and won't hesitate to beat a new lesson into any idiot foolish enough to make such a comment (and she has). She keeps her real family name a secret (see history) but won't deny it if someone finds out.

Home Planet: Tarsonis

Weapon: C-14

Relationship(s): Has run missions with Caden in the past. Although the two don't always gel in terms of personality they hold mutual understanding because of their ability in warfare. Also partly grew up with Luci as the position of their families meant that they were often forced to attend the same gatherings. They bonded over a dislike of the formalities of the meetings and engineering as Teia had learned a few things from her Uncle (the only member of her family in that particular field). When Teia was in the academy they kept in touch via letter but the constant travelling that came following her graduation made it impossible to maintain and the two fell out of touch soon after.

History: Teia is the first female to be born in six generations. Coming from a family renowned for its military contribution, there was concern that she would bring an end to her family's prestigious history by pursuing a career outside that of the military. However, Teia grew up fascinated by the work of her forefathers, all of whom had held high-ranking positions in various fields. She paid close attention to everything, learning as much as she could without ever showing a preference to a particular field.
She couldn't wait to join the academy and applied as soon as she was able. However, she resented her life there and considers it the single worst part of life so far. As a woman she was constantly "encouraged" to keep away from fields that would put her in the direct line of combat but because she was a McMannus her success in the more "male" roles was put down to her genes. Despite this, she continued to focus her efforts in the more engaging fields - hand-to-hand combat, weapons expertise, etc - partly to prove herself capable and partly to pursue the love she had found for direct conflict.
When she graduated from the academy, she had her surname changed to hide her heritage, not wanting it to influence how people viewed her. She progressed to the rank of corporal fairly quickly because of her talent and ability and refused to go any further because she was afraid it would take her away from the battlefield. Three months ago she was honorarily promoted to the rank of sergeant for shielding civilians from an explosion. She has since been undergoing physical reconstruction on her right side. This will be her first mission since that day.

Other: meh

[Darth CookieMonster]

Name: Cranodior Valaek (Crano for short)

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Rank: Corporal

Class: Military

Appearance: Crano is very tan due to the sun. He has eyes that are a rare shade of green. Its between a lime and jade color, and the glow almost in the dark. Crano only knew two toher people with this eyes color; his grandfather and his bestfreind's aunt. He has pearly white teeth and long black dreadlocks that he keeps up in a ponytail. He wears black sun glasses, and has both his ears peirced. He has a black tatto of an angel covering his entire back with its wings extended. He also has a sun on one bicep and the moon on the other. Crano stands at about 5'11 with a skinny frame but muscular build.

Personality: Crano is frankly a reckless goof ball. He is always cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and trying to lighten up the atmosphere. The fact that he is a Sergeant can get to his head sometimes and he plays around with the lower ranks too much. He gets punished for his adolescent behavior a lot, but he puts it off, for he sees no reason to be gravely serious. He is "that guy" in most serious situations, and tends to piss more "morally structured" people off, along with the higher ups. On the other hand, when it comes to the people he loves and the people that he holds dear, he can be very helpful and wise. His closest friend back at home always says, "His antics come from his wisdom," meaning that he goofs around just because he can be wise when he wants to. He sometimes gets frustrated at himself because his exterior behavior totally prevent all females from seeing the interior feelings that he has, which nobody has taken the time to really know. His friends and family back at home are the only ones who know what his life was like, and can tolerate his behavior most of the time. (Has a Jamaican accent, even though he isnt jamaican)

Home Planet: Laraegos (Approved by CT) - A planet made up of dense jungle. The sun is very hot. The trees are spaced out enough for it to shine through the trees and give the natives a very tan look. The ground is very rich with water, as well as there are natural lakes and rivers. The planet is rich with many species of animals and plants, and has a surplus of valuable ore. Many mighty structures of fine masonry that the natives have built for settlement dot the planet in different locations.

Weapon: Uses an AGR-14, with a scope. has limited sniping abilities. Also carries around a Machete from his homeland that his Grandfather forged for his father with a quote on it in their native writing, "fatherhood." His best freind has a matching one. His grandfather passed it down to him after his father and himself passed.

Relationship(s): Looks up to Caden alot. Also finds her very attractive. Crano has a Mother, little brother, and bestfreind, all very close to him back on his home planet.

History: Crano was born on the Planet Laraegos. It is a planet that is roughly the same size as Mars. Crano grew up with a Mother and Father and a Grandfather. He befreinded a kid a year older then him in the village around the age of two, and everyone thought them to be brothers. Crano at the age of four, welcomed a little brother into his family. At the age of 7 Crano witnessed his father's death from a stampede that ran right through the plaza, where his father was shopping. Crano was never the same after that. He always moped around and he barely talked. He was never his perky self. Until his Grandfather passed from old age, and left him with his fathers Machete, Crano was rejuvinated. He knew that it was his time to take control. Crano and his freind saw it upon themselves to be leaders, and matured a little to help out with things. They were taught how to hunt the mighty native animals, how to fish, how to cook, what plants are dangerous and what plants benefit you, how to craft, how to engineer, and how to smith. He grew up to be a very strong and fit man.

At the age of 23 a foreign ship landed upon Crano's land. It was a freindly ship. A few of the men and women that came out of the ship were very freindly, but they had a mission. They all had the same look on their face, and they had no intention of wasting any sort of time. They were recruiting. Crano ended up meeting a women named Caden, in wich he was taken under back to the ship to join the Army. It was a hard thing to do, seeing as he had duties in his village, and to his mother and brother. After saying goodbye to his family, he left the Villlage in his bestfreind's hands. Promising he would return one day, he waved and turned to walk to the ship. Caden promised Crano that he could use some of the ore to bring onto the ship but he had a half a day to get whatever he could, because they were on a schedule, and she would get the heat if she was late. It was only beneficial. He requested twin daggers, and a sniper rifle. He was denied and instead given an AGR-14. He was new to the whole thing, but all his mind could think about was his father and his village. Being in the army for three years he worked his way up from Recruit to Private.


Other: Raawrr

[Vethrenia]

Name: Ira 'Ivy' Vethrenia

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Rank: Captain

Class: Medivac Pilot

Appearance: A woman of below average height, possessing short length black hair and a wiry frame; possesses a slight discoloration of her right eye due to a reconstructive attempt from many years ago.

Personality: For the most part an unremarkable soul, a simple 'get it done' attitude bound about a small social life; a minor drinker but not to excess, off time is spent mostly pursuing additional training in her niche role of battlefield surgeon and piloting what is in essence a brick with engines.

Weapon: Guass pistol and tactical knife, kept mostly on her shoulder holsters; her in-field medical abilities are complimented by a modified variant of the CMC Suit.
Though this is mostly a secondary role, most operations never having her leave the seat of her craft.

Relationships: A somewhat estranged daughter from a one-night stand many years ago, thinking her abilities as a parent would be comprimised due to the high-risk nature of her work.

History: A spaceborn child raised on a small mining base, relocated to Tarsonis in order to gain a career as a pilot; some experience with injuries during accidents about her home led to her being quickly assigned the role of a medical officer, despite the setback she continued to practice her hobby of flight.
This led eventually to her skills being noticed and moved into a role of functioning as both a medic and pilot; an unlikely but useful combination that while has never really seen combat in her years, has saved numerous lives in both roles.

Other: Hope it's up to scratch, first attempt in a few years; this looks like it'll be fun.

[Crystal Tears]

Moar people!

Samchu: Accepted! Yer a Marauder and you can drive a Arclite Siege Tank, however, the main gun requires another person to operate it (None of which has been approve, so YOU must switch between driving and firing, meaning the tank must stop to fire), and siege mode, is not available at this time.

Darth CookieMonster: I explained to you in PM what needs changing, but you've been approved for the Marine Power Suit.

Vethrenia: Welcome to TPM, and in particular, RPG. :3 The rank option in the sign up is combat experience, not actual military rank. That you can state in your history. Other then that, your accepted.

Still waiting for some people... Kuro Espeon, Crazy Elf Boy and ChobiChibi... I want to start this soonish, so please get the sign ups in asap!

[Darth CookieMonster]

Sounds dope!

EDITING NOW

[Crazy Elf Boy]

Name: Solace Kaarn

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Rank: Captain

Class: Military (Marine if possible)

Appearance: Solace is quite short for a guy only reaching about 5’8” on a good day. But this however does give him a few advantages though. Since he is small enough he keeps his marine armour fully assembled most of the time so in an emergency he can just climb through the top and activate it without worrying too much about getting it all together. He likes to stay in his suit most of the time as he feels the need to have a bond of solidarity with his friend Axel Muldoon who is currently sealed into his. Solace has shortish dark brown hair with a short fringe as he doesn’t like it to impair his vision while he is in combat, yet still long enough that he can pick up the ladies. This is in deep contrast with his brilliant green eyes which seem to stand out like emeralds in a rock.

Even though he has been fighting for nigh on 12 years now there seems to be little evidence of that on his body (Mainly due to the fact that he has spent most of that time fighting in his CMC suit. Though he does have a few identifying scars, one across his right forearm which he obtained in a knife fight with a drunken patron at a bar who Solace seemed to have offended. The other is a bullet hole scar on top of his left shoulder from when a stray bullet pierced his CMC suit and embedded itself into his flesh. His skin is fairly pale as it has been protected from the sun by his suit for a while. On the rare occasions he is out of his suit he prefers to wear a pair of black faded jeans with a torn grey long sleeved shirt, with black military boots on his feet and fingerless leather gloves.

Personality: Solace most of the time acts like your typical soldier, rough and tumble letting every hurtful comment bounce right off him. However since his brother died he has felt sort of empty inside, however most people other than the people who have known him for a long time don’t get to see that side of him. However while he is in combat, his mind is focused on the task at hand. He will usually follow orders to the letter, yet sometimes his judgement requires him to go in another direction, this has caused some grief with officers in the past, yet however when his plans work out they are usually met with the begrudging thanks of his superior officer, this is often followed by his rations getting cut in half for a month.

Home Planet: Antiga Prime

Weapon: Standard C-14 rifle, modified with a switch knife style bayonet for close quarters combat and an under barrel grenade launcher.

Relationships: His best friend/ teammate is Axel Muldoon, they have been fighting in the same group now for about 11 years.

History: Solace had a pretty average life on Antiga prime, even though by some of the other more populated planets standards it might have been seen as a boring country life. Most of his days were spent out with his brother and father shooting game and going for joy rides. However that shortly changed after his brother and father went off world to buy new supplies for their farm when they were destroyed by a passing Sons of Korhal convoy.

Since then Solace has vowed to get revenge on those outlaw bastards for killing his family. Joining up with the Confederate military as soon as he could at the age of 18, he spent the first year in training. However during his first live combat experience against a live opponent was a bit of a scary time for him as he did not expect so much killing and people dying to go on directly around him. He was always told that the confederacy was strong and the fact that they were getting their asses kicked by the Sons of Korhal was worrying to him. Though rallying his strengths he barely managed to get by.

Only 5 people of his original squad of 50+ survived the battle, Himself, Jimmy “Badass” Dean, Skeeter, Marco and Axel Muldoon. When the transport finally came to pick them up Solace quickly learned that the battle was just a distraction a much larger attack which was to be carried out by a more experienced team on the other side of the planet. Their force wasn’t expected to survive as it was mostly made out of new recruits and convicts. When they got back to base the other team were heralded as heroes for completing their mission while their team was not given any recognition for the part that they played.

This was the beginning of Solace’s mind set of disregarding orders which didn’t make sense. He knew that he couldn’t leave the Confederate Army as he would never again get the chance to take the fight to the Sons of Korhal again, so he persevered. Over the next couple of years, he and the other 4 survivors of that battle had stuck together and quickly became good friends, however he came to know Axel a lot better than the other 3. Axel was a convicted serial killer and therefore unlike Solace was conscripted into the army as an alternative to spending the rest of his life in prison. Because of this he was sealed into his CMC suit so that he wouldn’t abandon his post during battle, he was either going to live or die in his suit. Solace and Axel guarded each other’s back during combat over the years making sure that the other got out alive.

After a while their little group became well known for going in to nigh on impossible situations and managing to come out alive, however this didn’t last long. Only a year after they had met, Skeeter met his end during a raid on a Sons of Korhal compound while Marco died defending a control tower, Jimmy Dean has been reported MIA during a surprise attack on a Confederate base, most think he is dead but Solace thinks otherwise. Due to his heroics and blatant disregard for orders Solace has been promoted and demoted many times, at the moment he is somewhere around Private Second Class and Corporal.

Other: Both Solace and Axel have small counters within their heads up display showing how many kills their guns have registered, this is to satisfy their competitive urges (Much like Legolas and Gimli). He also treats his CMC suit like one would treat a sports car, he enjoys polishing it down and making sure that everything is working right before he goes into combat. This means he has basic knowledge of his suit but requires engineering assistance for major damage repair.

[Bear]

Hey CT are you going to keep a running list of the participants in the OP and their ranks/assignments? Might be a good idea so we can have a good picture. Also if you're planning on starting this before the 21st I am out of the country til then so I won't be able to post....BOOYA!

[Crystal Tears]

I'll have a list running soon enough, probably just post it in the actual topic or lounge topic when I get around to posting it. And yeah, I plan on starting it before then, but don't worry, I'll keep you alive. =P

Anyways, since apparently after a discussion with a RPer, I need to state this.

No psisonic or psychic abilities unless they are specifically approved by me. Only two people at the moment are approved for this and they are:

Mew Master's Tracer character, and my own character Shepard. No others.

[Pichu Luver]

Name: Kelnari.

Age: 552.

Gender: Female.

Rank: Captain.

Class: High Templar with Scout training.

Appearance: She is a little shorter than the average Protoss height, standing at 2.8 metres instead of 3. Her skin colour is a dark indigo and her eyes glow a light, icy blue. She has one scar running from the Protoss equivalent of her right collar bone to her left upper rib area.

Her clothing under her armour consists of a black tunic that splits in the back to form two tails. The sleeves are cut to form a triangle of fabric that flutters out behind her as she walks. Her tribe’s symbol is embroidered on the tails in their chosen colour of navy blue. Navy blue designs outlined in silver thread decorate much of the borders of her tunic. She also wears a skirt of a nearly black, deep blue. It is split down the sides so her legs are free for quick movement. Subtle black designs cover the skirt, along with silver stylized Scout images down the back right corner of her skirt.

Her armour is silver with gold decals. It consists of a breast/back plate, arm guards (where her blades emerge), thigh guards and boots which reach up to her knee. She has a facial guard on either side of her head, arching back and following the line of her crest. A visor covers her left eye. Her breast plate has her tribes mark arching over her back before re-curving forwards slightly over her right shoulder (like a scorpions tail).

Personality: Fiercely proud of her race and its superiority over all other life forms. She hates to lose any battle and prefers to take on solitary missions. She is a perfectionist and sees battle as a dance, greatly disliking ‘messy’ kills. She is a devoted follower of the Khala, and unlike some of her ancestors she does not see any problem following its creeds. Due to this he always speaks the truth, even to lesser races. Though she may just refuse to answer a question she does not want to or cannot answer.

She also believes in the Dae’Uhl, leading to a snobbish attitude towards other races. She is extremely loyal to the Conclave and is known to them as one of their top assassins. Her stubbornness knows no bounds but her temper is minimal. She does not hold grudges, but merely gets even and moves on.

Home Planet: Aiur.

Weapon: Dual blades that emerge from her armour, some psionic power.

Relationship(s): Currently has a mild dislike of humans.

History: She was born and raised on Aiur,into the Sargas Tribe of the Templar Caste. She entered into the Templar Archives for training as soon as she was able. Due to her personality they recommended her to become a warrior of a different class first, and to return at a later date after some mission experience. She quickly rose through the ranks and became a Scout pilot. Often times, due to her early Templar training she has been sent to eliminate people who the Conclave needs removed quietly. Due to this she knows a few more truths about the Conclave then the average Protoss, though she sees all their decisions as necessary and good.

She was on a mission for them to investigate the humans and what they were doing on Mar Sara when she accidentally ran into a cloaked Wraith squadron and was shot down. Currently she is being held prisoner at Outpost 29 and being… studied.

Other: Perhaps mild is too light a term to describe her feelings against humanity.

[ChobiChibi]

Eeee! Rio! <3

EDIT: I fixed it! I think ^^;

Name: Dominick Bryant

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Rank:

Class: Military

Appearance: Dominick stands at 6 foot even with a broad and muscular build. His hair is dark, somewhere between brown and black, and a little longer than usual, close to 3 inches at the front, slightly shorter at the back. He has a nicely trimmed beard and dark eyes. His uniform is pretty standard, considering he used to be a Sergeant, just the normal uniform but dark grey in colour. He has many battle scars, most of which cannot be seen, except for the one down his right cheek. His skin is also bronzed from the sun.

Personality: Dom is not a subtle man, always believing in being totally honest (although not brutally so). He has strong leader-like qualities, which often annoys his superiors as he’s not quite used to his new rank and frequently chips in a few unwanted suggestions. He’s cheeky, strong willed and funny, a lot of people like him for this. In combat though, he is deadly serious, although he’ll throw a witty remark around every now and again, the mission is always his main priority. As is the safety of his men; he doesn’t believe in leaving a man behind if he falls behind, which can often, and has already, lead to his downfall.

Home Planet: Chau Sara

Weapon: C-14

Relationship(s): Doesn’t really know anyone in Team Bravo, but has heard of a few names... Has parental figures back on Chau Sara, but no woman surprisingly.

History: Dom has been in the military since he was 18, mostly because he was bored and thought a life in the military would be more exciting than a regular job, steadily rising through the ranks to Sergeant as his natural leadership skills became apparent. He joined with his best friend and it seemed as though they were inseparable, ending up in the same groups very frequently. However, it was their final mission together that caused his downfall; his friend got badly injured, Dom risked his life, the lives of his entire team and the mission at hand in order to save him, but failed. His friend died, Dom was severely injured and the whole mission was jeopardised. Once he recovered, he was demoted to Corporal and has been passed from group to group, eventually ending up in Team Bravo.

Other: Once held a reputation of being a bit of a womanizer... But dismisses this instantly when asked.

[Ayeun]

My first ever steps on to the RP forums

Welcome to the Confederate Personal Database.

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Name: Lillah De'Marko

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Rank: Non enlisted

Class: Mechanic - Specialist

Appearance: Lillah is short, quiet and a bit of a loner. When not in the machine shop, she can be seen with her hair up in a messy pony tail. She usually has a grease stain somewhere on her face, and doesn't take the time to bother cleaning up much. Her overalls are messy and unkept, much to the chargain of her C.O. Her boots are 3 sizes too big for her, and she leaves the top 4 laces undone. Her overalls are a bit on the larger size aswell, and she has a tendancy to not wear a shirt under, causing many a distraction to all who enter the machine shop.

Personality: Quiet and a bit of a loner.

Home Planet: Chau Sara

Weapon: Wrench, Neural Jack (shoddy)

Relationship(s): Everyone on Team Bravo knows Lillah. She is the one who puts them in their suits after all. Still young, however, she has yet to start to develop romantic feelings for any of the team.

History: Quiet and a loner, Lillah has a nack for tech. Escaping oppression on Chau Sara by Colonial security, Lillah has a deep hatered for anything and everything Colonial. Her parents were simple farmers on the fringe of Chau Sara, where she attended school and assisted her folks with machine work. After Colonial security attempted to extract 'Protection Monies' from her father, she witnessed first hand as 4 Colonial men shot and killed her father, and then proceeded to Rape and murder her mother. The men then turned on Lillah, who fought back, but still ended up brutally beaten and ill treated by the Colonials. Lillah escaped after the men returned to their outpost, by crawling in to an outgoing food storage unit amongst the livestock, where she stayed for 4 days while the container was shipped through port and out to space. She was found when the container was unloaded by the Quartermaster at 'Outpost 29's' processing station.

Other: After arriving, to make her self useful around the base, she started hanging out in the machine shop, where they put her to work. On her 17th birthday, the mechanics built and attached a Neural Jack for her, allowing her to interface and interact with onboard computer systems, neural networks, and pilot control. The jack, however, only runs for about an hour before it over heats, causing damage to Lillah's brain and nervous functions. She has become an honorary member of the base due to her ability to fix just about anything, and the ability to potentially piliot any kind of vehicle, should the jack be upgraded.

To elaborate on the Jack some more - Think of it kind of like the Matrix uplink that Trinity uses to fly the helicopter in the 1st matrix. But when she unplugs from the link, Lillah begins to delete the information, thus allowing her to access and fly/drive vehicles for a short period of time, but not retain the information indefinatly. As for the potential of hacking, Lillah's skill with the jack are not up to the level that she could hack anything. At present, she can skim the surface files (which is still helpful), and access EXTREMELY un-secure systems.

I hope I did this right... My thought was to make Lillah a SCV piliot in the field, with the ability to operate machenery during "RP" Moments...

[Mew Master]

Um...Ayuen... how do I put this...



In all seriousness though...

The sign-up looks good for a first attempt, there's nothing that stands out about it. But Sie has the final say on approvals and such.

[Crystal Tears]

Its good to see the RPG community welcoming a new comer. :3

To Becki and Pichu Luver, i told you on msn or in person, but you're both accepted. :3

Ayuen: Accepted! You're character is authorized to use a SCV suit, and vulture (without jacking), when 'plugged in', you can operate a dropship and a goliath for limited time.

You're character will be added to the roster shortly.

[VirtualPlay]

Now to make CT's day...

Name: Katharine "Kat" Benson

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Rank: Recruit

Class: Militia

Appearance: Kat is a slender young woman with a fair complexion; she stands at a decent 5'10" tall, with a slight tone of muscle visible on her arms and slightly more on her legs. Her hair is long and straight, reaching mid-back, and is a medium brown in color. Her eyes are a slightly faded green.

When not on duty, she wears a pair of capri-cut dark blue pants and either a plain white tank top or short-sleeve shirt. On duty in the facility she wears the standard fare of white scrubs. On duty in the field she has a CMC-405 Light Combat Suit that she has yet to use outside of training programs.

Personality: Kat is fairly serious and down-to-earth, but she has a bright disposition and usually tries to be optimistic. She loves a good laugh, and will usually try to help someone if they seem to need it. Despite this, she has some trust issues her years of schooling have caused her to develop, and will only truly trust a select few friends that she has.

Home Planet: Shiloh

Weapon: C-7 Stinger; portable medical tools for on-site surgery (including nano-conveyed anesthetic, attenuated lasers, and a prototype "Medi-gun" for short-range minor wound repair)

Relationship(s): Works for Reimund Cornelius

History: Kat grew up on the farmlands of Shiloh, helping out with the fields when she wasn't studying for school. In her early teens she dated the similar-age Jim Raynor, though they parted as friends after about a year. She stayed on Shiloh when Raynor went off when he was 18, continuing her studies.

She went on to work as secretary of Myles Hammond, the mayor of Centerville on Shiloh. When Hammond was promoted to Magistrate on Mar Sara in 2495, Kat traveled with him to enter the military academy there to train as a medic. Four years later she now works in Outpost 29.

Other: Um, yay?