Children of the Dying Son: Mankind’s Time Has Come to an End

The year is 3030AD and after countless pointless wars and the carelessness with the precious gift that was our great planet Earth we have finally killed it; it can no longer support life. Those seeking to live have found themselves cowering on the moon, though the station built there had been one of military purposes and not really meant for long term use so time there is growing short. In an effort to find themselves a new home world, the United Federation for Humanity has formed up several elite search scouting ships that’s only directive and mission is to find a new home world, secure it and then notify those who are awaiting on the moon. However, danger and evil lurks from within their very own ranks…

Children of the Dying Son, is a fanatical religious group founded by Zackary Jacob Smith, a soldier who claims to have had a religious experience from the lord all mighty who came to him following a participating in a very nasty battle near the end of the last war. His face is scared with a burn on his left side of his face, which he attains to God trying to burn away his wickedness, which he keeps hidden under a high polished silver half-mask that has a cross emblazon in gold upon it. When the reports began to come in about the failing planet he moved quick to rally followers that the time had come to face judgment and all must now pay for their past sins. When evacuation plans began to get made he was furious and convinced his followers that God wanted to them to all die and face him for judgment for their past transgressions.

Several suicide bombers nearly stopped the whole evacuation and let to the capture of ‘Michael’, which is what Zackary began calling himself, seeing how he was the sword of God sent to destroy all those who did not yield to his might. The evacuation to the moon went on as planned though when the last of the ships went out to find them a new home, Michael escaped and managed to steal several more ships and Mechs with his followers. His mission now is to stop those ships from finding man’s salvation; because of course Mankind does not deserve salvation, only everlasting torment before God.

Our story begins with the crew of the exploration ship Elyandra…..

Basically you are playing part of the crew on a ship that is one of the last remaining hopes of all mankind, one of the few ships sent out to find a new home world for the human race. Now I will be playing the Captain, as well as two crew members, as well as the 'Bad' guy, but everyone else is welcomed to play either one of the Mech pilots or another member of the crew. Though this will have action in it, I am mostly looking for the social interaction, the drama and such that comes from people when they are loaded down with large amounts of pressure by basically being the last hope of all their kind.

There is a general plot that I have that will slowly reveal itself as we go along since I will be adjusting it based on the interactions between characters. This being said however you are not restricted from adding to the story if you think it would be helpful or fun to play, since if I find it to be too off the wall I will adjust the story to get it back on track by any means necessary. Kind of like how a DM is the final say in DnD so am I in the threads that i create and will use my power to correct something that I see as a growing problem.

Also I expect for people to be powerful in terms of mechs and pilots, these are sick SOB's that you are fighting and they will do anything to win. Still I want people to get injured and hurt in combat, your skills just keep you alive they don't make you invincible. Here is my character for everyone to see what I am thinking about, also there are no alien species save for one and that is donta's character. Everyone else has to be human, you can have implants and enhancements but you need to be human.



Pilot
Rank: Lt. Commander
Name: Angela Jones

Age: 28

Appearance: 5’10, athletic build with an olive complexion, hazel eyes and dark curly brown hair with red highlights. Fangs, nails that can become claw like, pointed ears and a tail similar to that of a lion. Standard UFH uniform which consists of a navy blue jacket that zipped up into a high collar, matching blue BDU pants.

History: Served in the last war at the age of 18 and has been in the military ever since. Most of her past prior to the military is still hidden as she does not like talking about her past too much, preferring to live in the here and now, instead of the there and then. One thing is known that she did participated in the military’s genetic testing and was infused with the DNA of a lion, which some would figure why she pilots one of the animal mechs and not the humanoid ones.

Stalking Cat Mech, Lion type gen 4

AI Designation: Krato Alpha

UFH Crew 1

Weight 135 tons

Depth 24.1 m

Height 10.1 m

Maximum Speed 310 km/h

Weapons: Laser Fangs, Strike Laser Claws (4), AZ 208 mm Double-Barrelled Shock Cannon, Rushing Laser Blades (5) attached at the head and fold forward, Laser Blades (2) attached at the flanks, Equipment Changing Armor System (CAS), E-Shield Generator (5), Multi-Sensor Scouting Pod, High-Output Enlarged Aero Swift Ion Boosters (2), High-Energy Thrusters (2), blades attached to his ion boosters with a pulse laser gun and a short-ranged beam gun on each of the boosters, Camouflaging system.

Neural implants enable the pilots to communicate to their Mechs no matter where they are and to allow for enhanced tactical fighting and maneuvers.

Appearance: The Stalking Cat looks like a large robotic lion with various blades and guns on its body. It’s built to be fast and tough so the armor is thick not to mention the shield that it posses which allows it to deflect nearly all damage. Its color scheme is Black accented in white to help it blend in with the stars, the blades glow a bright and brilliant blue when activated.


Rank: Captain
Name: Meredith Troy

Age: 35

Position: Elyandra Command Staff

Appearance: Meredith stands at an average 5’6 weighing in at 110lbs, reddish blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
Her pale complexion is attributed to not only her time spent in space but her parental lineage. Her body is fit though curvy, which through her career in the military often made her get into fights with a couple of smartass soldiers who thought that they could take advantage of her. When not in uniform she wears a black sweat pants and black tank top, seeing how she is usually in the gym, recreation deck or her private quarters reading. Her uniform consist of the rich maroon long sleeve captains coat trimmed in gold, with black slacks and boots.

Bio: Meredith was born in the United States and lived there most of her young life until her father moved them to Ireland. There she studied throughout Europe, learning all she could about flying, tactics and weapons. Rising through the ranks in the military she earned her rank Captain during her tour of Duty in WWIV, when she took command of her unit after all of the command staff was slain in an air raid. This earned her several commendations and metals for her bravery and skills during that day and when the time came for the people of Earth to go in search of a new home she was given command of her own ship. Now with the aid of her crew she hopes to find a new home for her the people of earth before time runs out.
Attributes: A compassionate and dedicated leader, expert in combat and tactical skills. Weapons expert and navigations, she can shoot and fly just about anything she can get her hands on; Is fluent in several different dialects, with a strong background in trades and negotiations.

Rank: Navigations Officer
Name: Veronica Johnson

Age: 27

Position: Elyandra Command Staff

Appearance: Veronica stands at 5’8 weighing it at 120lbs. Ebony hair that falls thick and mostly straight down her back and intense steel blue eyes. Veronica is considered highly attractive by the opposite gender and even those of the same; a body men adore and woman envy. Ever the professional and rarely caught not looking her absolute best Veronica is a woman who prides herself on giving the absolute best impression. Her clothing consists of the same uniform that all the bridge officers wear, though trimmed in silver since the captain it the only one to wear gold.

Bio: Veronica was an only child to a scientist and his wife, her father was actually a key member to getting the moon up and running for evacuation of Earth. Why she joined the Military has never really be discovered, nor what became of her parents. The only family that she has on record is the boy Nickel whom she claims is her nephew, even though the records show her as being an only child….some rumor that he is the product of an indiscretion in her youth. Whatever the reason her scores and skills are more than enough to allow the captain to over look the issue of Nickel.
Attributes: Astounding navigational and programming skills make her invaluable for the mission to find a new home.

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Pilot

Name Helen K. Barlow

Sex: Female

Age: 28

Appearance: 5’5”, 125lbs, average build. Short, chin length brown shaggy hair and hazel eyes. She has an almost gentle appearance, but often wears a stern expression. She has a notable birthmark on her nose, and freckles on her cheeks.

Augments: Body enhancements to arm and leg joints; she has an overall tougher muscular structure able to withstand high amounts of stress and torment. General endurance enhancement.

History: Helen grew up in a military family. Her mother was stay at home and her father was often away. As a result, she formed a closer bond with her mother and siblings. She is the middle child in a family of three, having a younger sister, Jess, and older brother, Samuel. As far as she knows, only her father, brother, and sister are still alive after the attack on the moon.

Sometime before the evacuation, Helen’s father, Ian, came home one night, muttering about ‘Children of the Dying Son’ and a man named ‘Michael’… A man her father fought alongside in combat. Though while her father may have been mesmerized by Michael’s message, she will never forget the night that her father killed her mother when she refused to side with him.

Helen only escaped because her mother had made sure to send her away. Sometime later, she joined UFH not only to help put an end to the Children, and build a future for humanity, but to find her sister and brother as well believing that they are being forced to fight for the Children. By agreeing to allow her body to face harsh training, in order to become an effective pilot, she honed that military side of her and became a fierce warrior.

Mech

Humanoid Mech, IGA-12 stealth fighter

AI Designation: Raptor

UFH Crew 1

Weight: 20tons

Height: 27.5ft

Maximum Speed: mach4

Weapons: Not too heavily armored to enable nimble movement. It has a standard rifle and pistol for long range combat, and two “wings” on its back that can act as either a sword or shield when combined during close ranged combat. It also has a camouflage system, further enhancing its stealth capabilities. The blades attached to either arm allow it to ‘swipe’ at opponents in a pinch. It is also capable of disabling enemy tracking, to a certain extent, allowing it to gain an edge in combat.

Neural implants enable the pilots to communicate to their Mechs no matter where they are and to allow for enhanced tactical fighting and maneuvers.

Appearance: The IGA Series 12 stealth fighter, one of the last of its kind manufactured by IGA Industries before it became defunct after the last war, and evacuation to the moon, is a fairly small and lightweight humanoid model, mostly black and grey in color. It is built mostly for speed and taking out opponents as quickly and effectively as possible, often luring opponents into a battle of attrition and going in for the kill.

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Pilot
Rank: Lieutenant

Name: Percy Samson

Age: 24

Appearance: 1.8cm and 84kg. Side shaved, short copper hair with neatly trimmed sideburns that touch the jawline. Right side of face has been reconstructed with cybernetics and thus has a few visible circuit channels. Thin face with a broken nose that leans to the left, gregarious smile and two golden machine irius complete the look. Usually wears a red/orange coalition overalls with the Earth and Mars flag on each respective sleeve.

History: Percy is of mixed planetary blood, with his father from Earth and mother from Mars. This split heritage caused him to suffer from constant teasing and harassment while growing up. His father wasn’t around much due to being gone for months on ship tours, so his fatherly figure ended up being replaced by an uncle. After turning 18, he joined the Martian navy and served for 5 years before being transferred to the Elyandra under a coalition contract.

Traits:Imaginative, Worried, Religious, Humorous

Gunship
Tharsis "Magma" Class Heavy Trans-Orbital Gunship. Martian manufacture

AI Designation: SIVa

Weight: Empty- 42750kg Fully loaded- 68800kg

Maximum Speed: 20g sustainable acceleration

Offensive Systems: Six; quad-barrel pulse turrets offering 360’ coverage. Two heavy mass drivers located on the nose. 20x Anti-fighter/mech missiles in internal magazines. A single rack holds space for three Nuclear tipped- Atmo/Vac torpedoes. (Not currently equipped and under lock in secure area)

Defensive Systems: Composite armor with a limited supply of nanites to restore integrity. Heavy shield generators(4) Electronic countermeasure systems and flairs.

Auxiliary systems: Gel pod to keep the pilot alive during maneuvers and serves as a life pod. Flicker drive allows micro hyper jumps up to 100km. Maneuvering thrusters are strong enough to counteract planetary gravity. Advanced fire-control systems tie into a tachyon sensor system allowing all weapons to fire on separate targets and can link with other units to share combat data.

Appearance:

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Okay I'll bite. Will create a character soon, save me a place!

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"To live would be an awfully big adventure"

RANK/POSITION: Ship Surgeon/Medical Officer

NAME: Aarek Ellis

SEX: Male

AGE: 34

AUGMENTATION: Y/
Aarek's legs have been replaced with synthetic substitutes granting him above-average speed and jumping power. These augmentations were medically necessary and no care was taken to blend the chrome into more natural skin-tones. In spite of this, these legs otherwise appear human, matching them in shape while out-performing them in function.
Remarkably, Aarek is missing even a basic neural interface, something of an oddity in these troubled times.

APPEARANCE:
Standing at 5'11", Aarek is a tall man with broad shoulders and chaotic brown hair. He has a short beard and this already shows hints of grey. His eyes are a pale green, traditionally hidden behind lightly tinted glasses. Generally he favors heavier/thicker clothing, and the collar of a sweater or even a second jacket might rise up from under the white medical coat he wears while on the clock. Despite his personal appearance being rather unkempt, Aarek keeps his environment tidy and organized, and a clean hallway is a common sign of his passing by.

NOTABLE SKILLS:
Aarek is a surgeon with a virtual mountain of commendations to his name, responsible for saving a number of public figures in only two years of private practice before signing onto the Elyandra. His talents are particularly tilted toward installing and maintaining synthetic augmentations in his patients, something he has personal experience with.
In addition to a proven track-record in his medical field, Aarek has some combat experience. Drafted into a former military power back on Earth (prior to his medical work), Aarek served for 10 months before an explosion took his legs. He is not a master soldier and does not enjoy combat, but is a capable marksman if the need to defend himself or his home should arise.
Lastly, Aarek has a hobby of sketching and drawing, favoring naturalistic work and machines to human subjects.

TRAITS:
Aloof
Greedy
Reliable
Self-Reliant

BIOGRAPHY:
A child of war, Aarek grew up without parents, cared after by the small Balkan village he'd been born into. Something of a prodigy, he was on the path to the life of an artist when yet another conflict tore through his homeland, this one taking his legs along with his dream. Fitted with badly-made augmentations provided by a preoccupied government, Aarek made a hobby of improving them until his modifications - and the medical learning he'd needed to make them, caught the attention of the right people. Aarek was fast-tracked through a fairly shady medical education, but his dedication to excellence did the rest of the work and landed him a prominent place in 31st-century medicine.

When the chance to fight for mankind came, Aarek seized it, not content to sit by and watch everything be stolen out from under him yet again.

Submitted

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Hey I think I'm going to step back from this roleplay. Fall is very busy for me but maybe if you'll have me in the future I'd love to jump in later.

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"To live would be an awfully big adventure"

This won't be moving fast because I got the whole life thing too so you can stay and take your time or dip out now for later. No worries.

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Rank: Chief Engineer (think that's Lt.)

Name: Jonathan Lowell (aka Jon)

Age: 28

Appearance: Jon's fairly well built from but more lean with several burn scars from previous accidents. His skin seems to be caught in between tan and pale in terms of color. His dark brown hair is kept short so it does not get in the way of his vision for work. He's just about 6 ft with light hazel eyes which are usually only seen projecting one of two emotions: lightheartedness or seriousness. (Those who know him longer and get close will probably see a broader range of emotions).

Bio: Jon always had an extreme interest into just about anything science based. His parents fostered his thirst for knowledge as best as they could despite being from a lower income family. It came as a shock to everyone though when he came home one day saying he joined the military... To this day if asked why he joined his answer is simply "I walked into the wrong building," usually said with a slight smile.

Jon has a great interest in just about every field of science and tries to stay up to date on a wide area of research and advancements. He's talented in modifying, and upgrading systems as well as a knack for jury rigging set ups from left over components.

Jon served as Chief Engineer on the Elyandra for a while before receiving orders transferring him to the Nautilous which caused huge strain and fight with his girlfriend. Current he is serving as Chief Engineer on the Nautilous.






Pilot:

Name: Jared Bowman

Age: 27

Appearance: He's 6'1” with a lithe muscular body that is almost a pale white from being space bound (lack of sun to tan/brown). His black hair is kept in a military style haircut and his eyes are a dark brownish gold which will seem to light up under the right lighting conditions. At the base of his neck a small port can be seen which he uses for directly linking with his mech.

History: Jared was actually a science major with a small interest in mythology before the war but unfortunately the war dragged him out to serve. Eventually he became a mech pilot and rose rapidly through the ranks to become an ace. He has also undergone DNA modification but there is no discernable changes to him though an almost predatory aura/feel seems to radiate from him now.

Mech: Orion mk.3

Over the years the Orion series mechs, which were originally used for salvage operations and were only 16 ft tall, has develop and grown into a combat model after several salvage pilots proved that the Orion was capable of handling combat situations. Despite the evolution, the Orion series has maintained three things in every design: advanced sensor array, shielding from extreme environmental conditions, and its retractable claws.

The Mark 3 series stands close to four stories tall with the cockpit positioned towards the back and has a mostly human-like shape to it. Though most of the sensors are located in the head like most mechs, the Orion mk.3 has secondary sensors encased in the chest should the head become damage though these sensors are not as powerful as the ones in the head. The Mark 3 also boasts the ability to work in just about any environment being designed to withstand extreme temperatures, its systems shielded from electrical and EMP based interference (and as a side effects works against such attacks too), and the Mark 3 has a flight system with advanced stabilizers to give in incredible maneuverability (plus it has been shown capable of withstand at least a controlled reentry into the Earth's atmosphere).

The Orion mk.3 still uses the light weight armor that the mk.2 used which puts in on the weaker side of mechs in the matter of defense. One report though shows that the mk.2's armor is far from being soft: the report tells of one pilot who put himself in between a tank and the APCs it was escorting. The tank fired three times at the mk.2 at close to mid-range only to see the rounds deflect off its hull. That mk.2 was destroyed later that day after suffering some damage from some RPGs and was ultimately taken down by four SAMs despite out maneuvering eight others. This information suggests that while the armor seems to do well against solid rounds, it is weak against explosive rounds, missiles, and devices. To try and compensate for this weakness, shields have been incorporated into the mech.

Orion is built with an integrated stealth system though the system is only very basic in design since it simply makes the mech's sensor signature smaller and makes the mech quieter when it moves.

The Orion is armed with retractable claws for each of its hands as well as plasma guns stored in its arms. Typically the Orion also carries an assault rifle and a sword for armaments. the Orion series relies on its speed, maneuverability, and advanced sensors to locate and attack weak points in enemies it faces.

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I am the darkness that surrounds me, I am the air that surrounds me, I am the land that hides me, I wait to strike, From the darkness, I wait to kill, From out of thin air, I am invisible, And I am silent death. Prayer of Invisibility from The Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer

Character submitted

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Still interested.

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