That does sound interesting. I wont make any promises since i am being hit hard by rl at the moment but what kind of alts would i need to bring? Completely combat, non combat, mix of both?
I tend to favor more balenced alts full of snark and wit over unstoppable warriors
Post Merge: January 17, 2015, 08:43:58 AM
For this rp I think I will pull out one of my snarky character personalities. I've got a couple I use across all the site I play on. This is one of my favorites.
i'll put him here for a reference.
Name: Vannon
Species: Vixicarian (Vix-a-car-ian)
Age: mid twenties, realitively speaking.
General appearence:
Most aliens tend to cut exotic forms and cut majestic shapes that inspire awe and wonder upon the masses.
This is not one of those aliens.
Vannon leans towards the opposite spectrum of space critters, the spectrum where creatures start to drift more into 'space monster' territory. He is shorter than the average human, maybe five to five and a half feet tall with a canid appearence.
He has a wolfish head with long bat like ears, and two antena between them. His eyes are large, completely red save for the black pupal in the center. His long snout is filled with sharp pointed teeth.
His pelt varies in different shades of greys, whites and blacks. His underbelly is composed of light grey scales. The tips of his antena are blue, as are the small but ridged reptilian spikes that flow down his back from the base of his neck to the tip of his very long reptilian tail.
His three clawed paws are all covered in dark brown scales.
The creature appears to lack muscle mass, his limbs are scrawny and his belly has the beginings of a pot belly growing under his scales.
Clothing / equipment:
Vannon wears the remnants of armor scavanged from the battlefield. A metalic red chest plate hangs loosly from his torso and leaves his sides and his middle mostly exposed. It has a trio of white paint marks running down the chest like claw marks neck to actual dents and scratches.
A simular set of armor adorns his hips and upper legs. A brown leather sash hangs down his front down to his legs.
As for weapons Vannon carries a pair of Sfarian repeating rifles. Made for a much smaller species they are like large pistols in his hands. They appear to be made from various metals.
Personality: Vannon has a heart of fools gold. He considers himself to be witty and charismatic despite the fact that most conisder him an arrogant loud mouth. He is gluttonous, greedy, and has quite possibly the worst aim possible for a mercenary.
Depspite his many flaws Vannon has survived as a merc and body guard for some time and he has his good points...he just cant remember where he left them...
History:
For an intergalactic warrior Vannon has led a rather common life. He was born to a small litter of 25 brothers and sisters and several hundred cousins on Vixic, home planet of the Vixicarians, a plannet known for its lush jungles, majestic plains, and stunning landscapes.
Until the Vixicarian people bulldozed them over to put make room for their industrial revolution fifty years back.
An industrial revolution that collapsed in on itself from corperate greed and miss management twenty years ago.
The vixicarian people were always considered little more than savagage by most and nothing but highly inteligent animals by others. With their econnomy in the lits and their planet slowly disolving into decay the Vixicarian people have become a mix of scavangers and warriors and merchants, branching out to the systems near them usually in one of the afore mentioned professions.
Vannon is not so different. Most of his family either eaten by bands of roving monsters mutated by the lingering toxins on his home planet or killed in less than glorious combat from...well, those who SURVIVE in such a plannet Vannon smuggled himself off world to strike his fortune out among the stars.
Saddly Vannon manages his finances just as well as his ancestors of old. The money he ears as a gun for hire, body guard, and merc usually ends up replacing his ammo, his armor, or goes for the ale and rich food that fills his greedy and ever growing gut.
Topic: Space Mercenaries RP (Read 1811 times)