Post by Tsuki Tsuki on Jan 17, 2019 0:31:08 GMT
Character Name: #604
Gender: Female
Race: Mabota
Racial Traits:
Age: Grown 6 years ago, First grown 10 years ago
Fighting Style: Balanced Fighter
Appearance: Like almost all of her race 604 stands at a reasonable six foot, being a light skinned female humanoid resembling humanity but with the pointed ears more commonly associated with Namekian’s. Due to who they were cloned from they all only have one working eye and red hair at shoulder length unless they’ve discovered cosmetics. 604 likes to vary her clothing from the default that the clones are given and often trends towards either wearing her Mabotian given armour, which features gasmask and over cloak on top of armour rather reminiscent of PTO chestplating, though when she considers herself off duty she oft wears a strange black and red ensemble from Earth with snecko across her shoulders in whatever silly outfit he’s in this time.
History:
604’s first incarnation was among the first wave of clones created after the initial 100 governing body was made. As part of the first legion she was tasked with cleansing the home world of the original race that had created the machinery that birthed her. Like the rest of her kind, they thought little of doing this. Their creators were a threat to their new existence and their removal brought them a safety of a sort. With the new problem brought forwards, they had to start dealing with keeping the cloning vats active and running and supplying their people with some source of food. With the creation of the Maboatian PMC she and her sisters were fitted with the small implant that transmitted an up to date memory map back home and ensured a Vat of her own before going out into the Universe in order to earn for her kind. While there was nothing huge going down that the young Mabotan could get involved with. Her and around a dozen others were called upon as a peacekeeping force on some backwater planet called Darkin, there she spent many a year doing what felt like mostly menial work. Waiting outside buildings and looking tough with the other clones. The most stressful thing they had to do was wave their gun when someone came close to important civic buildings. Their first death came near the end of their stay at Darkin, when what was identified as a rebel faction against the government had gotten hired at the power plant that she was stationed at and subsequently caused it to explode. Herself, and 605-612 died in the blast.
Death was next to meaningless for her, not only had she discovered that there was an afterlife, but within a week she was back on her feet and being re-equipped and informed of her next assignment. The work she and the others had done prior to their explosion related death had paid for her vats to be supplied with the correct material some dozen times over now, sending money home certainly paid off compared to wasting it on drinking like 605 who wasn’t going to be resurrected until someone paid out for a job. However, with no task assigned to her, 604 went travelling, a secure comm system installed in a ship for her so she could be called back to work if needed. It wasn’t too long after this that she encountered the Saiyans and suffered her second death. Having joined them on a minor mission, one of them witnessed the full moon and had stepped on her, possibly by accident. Needless to say when she got up, she used her own funds to pay for a rather hevay number of Mabotian’s to join her on Planet Salad and encountered the same Saiyan. There was a bit of a tense moment or two legally at the beating near to death of a Saiyan and the odd person who came to his aid. Though it gave 604 a heavy respect for Saiyan toughness and fighting prowess, it’d taken something like a hundred of the Mabotian’s to triumph over 3 Saiyans. Finding it better and paying off those in charge reparations for her crime after explanations were given over him killing her, and some quick explanations as to how the Mabotian’s cheat death. She was let off with a rather large warning and not to come back for some time.
Her next world of interest was that of Namek, and frankly it bored the heck out of her. So she quickly made a move and headed on towards another planet. One called Earth, in which she discovered two wonderful things and reported back on them rather quickly. Fashion and cosmetics, she had found a means for the clones should they want to, to differentiate their look from one another, not to mention there she found a companion. A little snake that she found in a pet shop, she had been told that it was meant to be a dangerous species called a cobra that had been defanged or de venomed, but much like the others it seemed she had found one of her vices. She named him snecko and delighted in making the once dangerous creature look as cute as possible. As things start, 604 is out of funds and working part time with a military group on Earth to sustain her future rebirths, and to keep herself amused with little snecko in her downtime. Despite him biting her when she dressed him up.
Personality:
Money is 604’s biggest motivator, she knows full well that without a supply of funds of her own, she will not be able to be respawned when her current body wears out. Not to mention, it allows her to indulge in her vices, the randomised flaws in each clone’s personality that makes them strangely addicted to, in this case, dressing up her snake, minor drinking, and an unknown that she has yet to encounter. Each clone seems to get three problems of addiction, some defect of the Vats. She is a pretty happy thing when in her downtime state, chatty, mostly polite if a little sarcastic to those she considers friends.
When she’s on the job however, the expected change in a trained from creation soldier kick in. She’s cold, nearly silent and rather ruthless, all that matters in those times is getting the job done and getting paid. If someone gets in the way, it’s removed in whatever way is fastest or most effective. Even those who would consider her a friend would find themselves in her crosshairs if they prevent her from getting paid in any way.
Starting Technique:
[You get 8 points to start! Remember... Flight is a technique!]
Knock back [Cont-physical] – A swift Boot to either the chest or the private parts of the foe in order to get them to get the heck away from the user and to stop them fighting so close.
Dust this Bitch [RPT] screw it just fire your weaponry at max speed, filling the air with the with the energy infused bullets.
Gun Butt [PT] Unsurprisingly, just slam the foe with the butt of a gun for daring to get too close
The Mabotan Mask [ST- Energy] The rather odd looking gasmask of the Mabotians is a rather effective piece of kit, with access to a small oxygen supply, and being a sealed helm, allows them to operate fine on worlds with poisonous air to their kind, as well as being immune to gas based attacks, the eyewear was upgraded with filters to see better at night and also some effective shielding against sudden bright lights from blinding the user. (Not sure mechanically how to do this. Burn energy/Action to nope blinding/ gas based attacks?)
Shaped charge [SP-Physical] A shaped charge is dropped at the users’ feet and acts on a delay for when the foe next enters close range, causing the foe to be stunned from the sudden impact.
Stim-Pak [ST] A quick and dirty way of healing someone, it won’t save you forever but it might give you time to get to a hospital, Cures the user of a single status effect, or heals for 10% hp on use before going on a 2 turn cool down (to represent how many/effective it’d be)
Single shot mode [BT] Just a quick snap of a weapon (usually a rifle that the Maboatians come with), can be amped up with energy to be larger or fire a continuous stream to clash with others.
Full Nelson [GRT] The classic hold for a Mabotan with no fear of death, pin someone in place and have everyone else shoot him to death
Example Roleplay:
[Please write an example for us, this will determine your starting power level. Length and quality will contribute to this.]
With a shaking hand, the act becoming almost the most ritualistic of acts, her hands calmly straightened the bow tie. 604 darted back quickly afterwards. The clone girl giving out a soft aww at the adorable look of the snake in his little tuxedo. Poor Snecko had tried to bite at her for messing with it again and tweaking and pulling the outfit about. The soldier ever so carefully, taking her movements nice and slow, pulled out a camera in order to take a few pictures of the cobra in it’s tiny tuxedo and cute hat. She had had too much spare time of late and Snecko was getting a little agitated with what was the third outfit change this week. Still with the photo’s complete she gingerly offered him his treat for putting up with her strange little hobby once again, and thankfully he seemed to calm down some. Enough to let her pick him up and drape him across her shoulders once more. She gave a vague smile and then it dropped rather quickly when she heard the little beep of her pager.
Today had seemingly been a nice day up until that moment, Checking the little device brought a grin back to her face once more and she calmly set Snecko into his little environment, a glass walled little place that took up half of her dwelling with plenty of heat lamps and comfy rocks for him to relax in during the time she was gone. She’d even paid a nice man to rig up a sort of auto feeder that defrosted a mouse and dropped it into the place for him to find and eat when 604 was away for a long while. In this instance, it looked like being a long one. Some fun loving fool had paid far too much for them to go and take out a planetary Government. Silence filled the room as Snecko tasted the air, watching his annoying owner start to change clothing. Donning heavy combat boots and trousers, a strangely shaped piece of chest armour and a sleeved cloak that covered her whole body before finally donning a mask that was attached to her chest piece and pulling the hood up and over. A change had come over them, normally excitable and chatty, the girl stood taller, prouder and save for the slight sounds of her breathing, silence.
She tapped on the chest piece and signalled her ready state, it wouldn’t take long for the impressive technology of the Maboatian’s to catch her signal and translocate her to the correct ship heading out for the mission, it was just a shame they could only be used to recall the clones to a matching signal and not just drop a ton of them off on a world. Once this first force had arrived however, reinforcements would be able to be brought in constantly in order to ensure the missions was a success. Well as much of a success that the buyers wallet could afford. She gave a soft nod to the others as she arrived and noticed a few familiar faces without their masks on as usual. It seemed weird. But then they had also taken to cosmetic alterations as well, their hair bright colours and make up adorning them. An attempt to distance themselves from their sisters with quite the degree of success. There was something like jealousy there for 604 that despite being the one to find cosmetics on Earth, she had no interest in them herself and didn’t stand out any.
They were a few months out travel wise, not too bad all things considered as around half of them clambered into stasis pods. At least that was what they were called, turns out freezing people and de-thawing them did not work well with their physiology. They were suicide booths and micro copies of the vats back home, using the biological material and memory implant of the suicided person to be regrown on arrival. Save for the minimal crew needed to actually deal with any problems the ship ran into, there was no point for the rest of them being there unless something bad happened, but the choice was always there. This was a free resurrection for most of them and reset their age nicely. So it was a smart choice for any who were starting to feel the affect of old age. 604 had declined on the basis that she didn’t like the strange folk in the after life that did the judging, they were pleasant enough, there was just something wrong with them somehow. Not to mention the judge himself commenting on how many times you’d stood before him. If she was dead she wanted to enjoy the rest.
Roughly two weeks before they arrived the vats whirred into life, recovering the troops and leaving them fresh and ready for the brawl on the day of arrival. Weapons were checked. Armour was set and a few close knit groups came in close to gossip about those with cosmetics and also about the after life. 604 stayed out of that sort of thing, it wasn’t that she didn’t like the others, she was just a picture of focus and concentration. Mostly she was staring at the briefing screen which currently just showed a live feed of the planet below, statistics flashing up and providing her with useful tidbits about expected strength of the guardians of this world. How many governmental targets were on the elimination list and how long they would be staying on world after control had been established. They got the signal they were about to drop in five minutes and 604 smiled grimly behind her mask, this job was going to last too long for the paycheck.
Gender: Female
Race: Mabota
Racial Traits:
Age: Grown 6 years ago, First grown 10 years ago
Fighting Style: Balanced Fighter
Appearance: Like almost all of her race 604 stands at a reasonable six foot, being a light skinned female humanoid resembling humanity but with the pointed ears more commonly associated with Namekian’s. Due to who they were cloned from they all only have one working eye and red hair at shoulder length unless they’ve discovered cosmetics. 604 likes to vary her clothing from the default that the clones are given and often trends towards either wearing her Mabotian given armour, which features gasmask and over cloak on top of armour rather reminiscent of PTO chestplating, though when she considers herself off duty she oft wears a strange black and red ensemble from Earth with snecko across her shoulders in whatever silly outfit he’s in this time.
History:
604’s first incarnation was among the first wave of clones created after the initial 100 governing body was made. As part of the first legion she was tasked with cleansing the home world of the original race that had created the machinery that birthed her. Like the rest of her kind, they thought little of doing this. Their creators were a threat to their new existence and their removal brought them a safety of a sort. With the new problem brought forwards, they had to start dealing with keeping the cloning vats active and running and supplying their people with some source of food. With the creation of the Maboatian PMC she and her sisters were fitted with the small implant that transmitted an up to date memory map back home and ensured a Vat of her own before going out into the Universe in order to earn for her kind. While there was nothing huge going down that the young Mabotan could get involved with. Her and around a dozen others were called upon as a peacekeeping force on some backwater planet called Darkin, there she spent many a year doing what felt like mostly menial work. Waiting outside buildings and looking tough with the other clones. The most stressful thing they had to do was wave their gun when someone came close to important civic buildings. Their first death came near the end of their stay at Darkin, when what was identified as a rebel faction against the government had gotten hired at the power plant that she was stationed at and subsequently caused it to explode. Herself, and 605-612 died in the blast.
Death was next to meaningless for her, not only had she discovered that there was an afterlife, but within a week she was back on her feet and being re-equipped and informed of her next assignment. The work she and the others had done prior to their explosion related death had paid for her vats to be supplied with the correct material some dozen times over now, sending money home certainly paid off compared to wasting it on drinking like 605 who wasn’t going to be resurrected until someone paid out for a job. However, with no task assigned to her, 604 went travelling, a secure comm system installed in a ship for her so she could be called back to work if needed. It wasn’t too long after this that she encountered the Saiyans and suffered her second death. Having joined them on a minor mission, one of them witnessed the full moon and had stepped on her, possibly by accident. Needless to say when she got up, she used her own funds to pay for a rather hevay number of Mabotian’s to join her on Planet Salad and encountered the same Saiyan. There was a bit of a tense moment or two legally at the beating near to death of a Saiyan and the odd person who came to his aid. Though it gave 604 a heavy respect for Saiyan toughness and fighting prowess, it’d taken something like a hundred of the Mabotian’s to triumph over 3 Saiyans. Finding it better and paying off those in charge reparations for her crime after explanations were given over him killing her, and some quick explanations as to how the Mabotian’s cheat death. She was let off with a rather large warning and not to come back for some time.
Her next world of interest was that of Namek, and frankly it bored the heck out of her. So she quickly made a move and headed on towards another planet. One called Earth, in which she discovered two wonderful things and reported back on them rather quickly. Fashion and cosmetics, she had found a means for the clones should they want to, to differentiate their look from one another, not to mention there she found a companion. A little snake that she found in a pet shop, she had been told that it was meant to be a dangerous species called a cobra that had been defanged or de venomed, but much like the others it seemed she had found one of her vices. She named him snecko and delighted in making the once dangerous creature look as cute as possible. As things start, 604 is out of funds and working part time with a military group on Earth to sustain her future rebirths, and to keep herself amused with little snecko in her downtime. Despite him biting her when she dressed him up.
Personality:
Money is 604’s biggest motivator, she knows full well that without a supply of funds of her own, she will not be able to be respawned when her current body wears out. Not to mention, it allows her to indulge in her vices, the randomised flaws in each clone’s personality that makes them strangely addicted to, in this case, dressing up her snake, minor drinking, and an unknown that she has yet to encounter. Each clone seems to get three problems of addiction, some defect of the Vats. She is a pretty happy thing when in her downtime state, chatty, mostly polite if a little sarcastic to those she considers friends.
When she’s on the job however, the expected change in a trained from creation soldier kick in. She’s cold, nearly silent and rather ruthless, all that matters in those times is getting the job done and getting paid. If someone gets in the way, it’s removed in whatever way is fastest or most effective. Even those who would consider her a friend would find themselves in her crosshairs if they prevent her from getting paid in any way.
Starting Technique:
[You get 8 points to start! Remember... Flight is a technique!]
Knock back [Cont-physical] – A swift Boot to either the chest or the private parts of the foe in order to get them to get the heck away from the user and to stop them fighting so close.
Dust this Bitch [RPT] screw it just fire your weaponry at max speed, filling the air with the with the energy infused bullets.
Gun Butt [PT] Unsurprisingly, just slam the foe with the butt of a gun for daring to get too close
The Mabotan Mask [ST- Energy] The rather odd looking gasmask of the Mabotians is a rather effective piece of kit, with access to a small oxygen supply, and being a sealed helm, allows them to operate fine on worlds with poisonous air to their kind, as well as being immune to gas based attacks, the eyewear was upgraded with filters to see better at night and also some effective shielding against sudden bright lights from blinding the user. (Not sure mechanically how to do this. Burn energy/Action to nope blinding/ gas based attacks?)
Shaped charge [SP-Physical] A shaped charge is dropped at the users’ feet and acts on a delay for when the foe next enters close range, causing the foe to be stunned from the sudden impact.
Stim-Pak [ST] A quick and dirty way of healing someone, it won’t save you forever but it might give you time to get to a hospital, Cures the user of a single status effect, or heals for 10% hp on use before going on a 2 turn cool down (to represent how many/effective it’d be)
Single shot mode [BT] Just a quick snap of a weapon (usually a rifle that the Maboatians come with), can be amped up with energy to be larger or fire a continuous stream to clash with others.
Full Nelson [GRT] The classic hold for a Mabotan with no fear of death, pin someone in place and have everyone else shoot him to death
Example Roleplay:
[Please write an example for us, this will determine your starting power level. Length and quality will contribute to this.]
With a shaking hand, the act becoming almost the most ritualistic of acts, her hands calmly straightened the bow tie. 604 darted back quickly afterwards. The clone girl giving out a soft aww at the adorable look of the snake in his little tuxedo. Poor Snecko had tried to bite at her for messing with it again and tweaking and pulling the outfit about. The soldier ever so carefully, taking her movements nice and slow, pulled out a camera in order to take a few pictures of the cobra in it’s tiny tuxedo and cute hat. She had had too much spare time of late and Snecko was getting a little agitated with what was the third outfit change this week. Still with the photo’s complete she gingerly offered him his treat for putting up with her strange little hobby once again, and thankfully he seemed to calm down some. Enough to let her pick him up and drape him across her shoulders once more. She gave a vague smile and then it dropped rather quickly when she heard the little beep of her pager.
Today had seemingly been a nice day up until that moment, Checking the little device brought a grin back to her face once more and she calmly set Snecko into his little environment, a glass walled little place that took up half of her dwelling with plenty of heat lamps and comfy rocks for him to relax in during the time she was gone. She’d even paid a nice man to rig up a sort of auto feeder that defrosted a mouse and dropped it into the place for him to find and eat when 604 was away for a long while. In this instance, it looked like being a long one. Some fun loving fool had paid far too much for them to go and take out a planetary Government. Silence filled the room as Snecko tasted the air, watching his annoying owner start to change clothing. Donning heavy combat boots and trousers, a strangely shaped piece of chest armour and a sleeved cloak that covered her whole body before finally donning a mask that was attached to her chest piece and pulling the hood up and over. A change had come over them, normally excitable and chatty, the girl stood taller, prouder and save for the slight sounds of her breathing, silence.
She tapped on the chest piece and signalled her ready state, it wouldn’t take long for the impressive technology of the Maboatian’s to catch her signal and translocate her to the correct ship heading out for the mission, it was just a shame they could only be used to recall the clones to a matching signal and not just drop a ton of them off on a world. Once this first force had arrived however, reinforcements would be able to be brought in constantly in order to ensure the missions was a success. Well as much of a success that the buyers wallet could afford. She gave a soft nod to the others as she arrived and noticed a few familiar faces without their masks on as usual. It seemed weird. But then they had also taken to cosmetic alterations as well, their hair bright colours and make up adorning them. An attempt to distance themselves from their sisters with quite the degree of success. There was something like jealousy there for 604 that despite being the one to find cosmetics on Earth, she had no interest in them herself and didn’t stand out any.
They were a few months out travel wise, not too bad all things considered as around half of them clambered into stasis pods. At least that was what they were called, turns out freezing people and de-thawing them did not work well with their physiology. They were suicide booths and micro copies of the vats back home, using the biological material and memory implant of the suicided person to be regrown on arrival. Save for the minimal crew needed to actually deal with any problems the ship ran into, there was no point for the rest of them being there unless something bad happened, but the choice was always there. This was a free resurrection for most of them and reset their age nicely. So it was a smart choice for any who were starting to feel the affect of old age. 604 had declined on the basis that she didn’t like the strange folk in the after life that did the judging, they were pleasant enough, there was just something wrong with them somehow. Not to mention the judge himself commenting on how many times you’d stood before him. If she was dead she wanted to enjoy the rest.
Roughly two weeks before they arrived the vats whirred into life, recovering the troops and leaving them fresh and ready for the brawl on the day of arrival. Weapons were checked. Armour was set and a few close knit groups came in close to gossip about those with cosmetics and also about the after life. 604 stayed out of that sort of thing, it wasn’t that she didn’t like the others, she was just a picture of focus and concentration. Mostly she was staring at the briefing screen which currently just showed a live feed of the planet below, statistics flashing up and providing her with useful tidbits about expected strength of the guardians of this world. How many governmental targets were on the elimination list and how long they would be staying on world after control had been established. They got the signal they were about to drop in five minutes and 604 smiled grimly behind her mask, this job was going to last too long for the paycheck.
