Schizo Tech

[Solar112]

Completely ignoring the fight happening, The solari drummed his fingers on the counter considering where to go.

[ACH0225]

Kyr stood at attention on the launch bay of the high-altitude gyrodyne, watching his commander approach his group. To his sides were 6 other snipers like him, marked by their green and black striped patches and wingtips. Each of them had a long sniper kit, loaded with their designated ammunition for their individual jobs. Behind them were some 2 dozen SpecOps soldiers, holding assault kits with standard rounds.

The commander began speaking

"Soldiers of the Republic, your current mission is to locate and eliminate the leader of a local gang. This gang has disturbed the peace and has opposed the values of the Republic. You will deploy from high altitude out of the door here at once. Snipers, you will retain a circular gliding pattern within your individually designated areas of operation. You will support the Special Operations soldiers, who will fly down immediately to the town and perform a standard search and eliminate operation. Meanwhile, we on the Nyycel will provide basic overwatch and surveillance. If any of you spot the target, who you have been provided an image of, you are to eliminate him. Good luck, serve your nation well."

Kyr made an about face as the large door in the bay opened, filling the room with strong wind gusts. Kyr steeled himself for the jump, activated his targeting device and airflow device, and ran out the door. He spread his wings and felt the lack of oxygen, a funny sort of gut feeling of falling when he should be flying. He felt himself enter a more oxygenated area, and heard the small chime in his ear. His small maneuvering device released a drag chute, slowing him marginally before it detached. He then began to turn lightly, wheeling around the southern section of the town, above the bar and a few other buildings. He was using his targeting system to view the ground, it's systems scanning for moving objects. He swiveled smoothly in the air, searching for one target. Below him, the SpecOps agents neared the ground, while above him the Nyycel flew in a circle around the town.

[Error]

Sighing, Val drained what was left of her drink. Tossing a nod at the human, she headed outside, leaning against the wall.

Hearing a low hum, she glanced up, spotting the airship circling above. Raising and eyebrow slightly, she scampered up the nearest tree, pulling out her binoculars and focusing in on the craft.

[cats]

Sorry I'm a bit late. Things and stuff. Looks like this could be fun though.

Name: Taarakra Siesh

Age: 67

Species: Trackuul

Profession or Specialization: Combat Specialist, Moral Mercenary (rebel for hire). Specializes in earthen elemental magic, hand-to-hand, and some expertise in weaponry.

Magical Aptitiude and Tech Aptitude: Magic: 7 Tech: 7

Backstory: (if this one doesn't work I have another one) Taarakra was raised on the Japanese archipelago of the Strigiforme Republic. Both of his parents were killed during military service. When he came of age, he was quickly drafted. He spent only a small time in the military, enough to gain some experience. After one particularly gruesome incident, he deserted the military and fled to his home city. Before he was forced into service, he had already organized a small force of rebels. In his return, he rallied them against what he saw as an oppressive government with hopes of liberating at least a small part of the province, using his experiences to bolster the anti-strigiforme sentiment. Unfortunately for the rebels, the group was far too weak to match the military's response. Those that were left after the few brief skirmishes were either captured or fled Strigiforme territory. Taarakra has since participated in several campaigns in the Arabian Peninsula, South America, the Philippines, and other places alongside several different bands of mercenaries. He works out of northern Africa and has contacts throughout the world. Currently, he's taking part in the North American wars.

Overview:
-303cm
-196Kg
-Wears combat armor with a muted blue finish, carries a few large guns and blades to compliment his large stature.
Dedicated to his work with an almost religious fervor. Has no qualms against killing if he believes it's for a more righteous purpose, and sometimes even takes pleasure in the act, as a primal thing masked in the shell of civility. He always keeps his mind turned toward the larger goal, often siding with rebels against oppressive governance. Outwardly (when not in combat), he can be somewhat withdrawn, more than often pensive, measured, and reserved, but can be unpredictable. He does have a sense of humor, but it rarely shows itself, especially around people to whom he's not accustomed. Despite his antisocial aspects, he has a nack for rallying those that share his goals.

[Error]

Looks good. Welcome aboard.

[Crash Override]

Name: Lucas C.Agathon
Age: 16
Species: Human
Profession or Specialization: Shaman,specialist in Green Magic [earth and wind magic,which include healing,golem construction,and so on]
Magical Aptitiude and Tech Aptitude:
Magical : 6 [Good overall with natural magic]
Technical : 6 [Good enough with modern technology as computers and handguns,but not a specialist]


Biography or Backstory: Born and Raised at the forests of the Southern Union , his way to explore was being a member of the Magical community . Now,is a student at the mages academy, a initiate of the Brotherhood of Anhanga.


Overview: Very peaceful,always caring for people around. It likes nature,and protect it at all costs.

Not so fat,nor thin. Just...average.
Not so high,or small...just average.

Owns a rod,with a small Owl totem sculpted on it.

Wears a featherly styled robe,imbued with magical protection. Under it,wears a small protective vest made of aeon [A futuristic kevlar imbued with magic,self healing and sometimes called "Forest Armor" ]

Spoiler:

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Southern Green Union

Spoiler:

The SGU is a alliance formed by some countries on South America. Their main mean of magic is trought Shamanism,calling for the powers of nature with the secrets of ancient civilizations [Mayans,Tupinambas,Aztecs]. WIth preservation of nature in mind,technology is always walking side by side with the green magic of the alliance,creating beautiful cities with trees and some temples of worship to nature itself.

Every mage in the alliance has a Totem,some sort of symbol that they can use as catalyst for power. Usually in the shape of an animal,it is the main powersource of magic by the green mages.

Military

Spoiler:

The military is composed of Orders,very much like ancient knight orders.

The Order of the Tree is the main military force,with rankings like Sir,Duke,Lords and so on. They learn to use weapons of many types and actual melee fight with special swords.

The mages are under the care of the Brotherhood of Anhanga,learning the ways of the so called Green Magic.

" Welcome,child.'

Your way for enlightment will soon begin. We will send you to your tree,were you will find peace for meditation,before the actual training.

Embrace nature. "
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[Error]

Character is okay, but... there is no Southern Union.

The northern half of South America is an irradiated wasteland, as it was on the recieving end of a magical nuke, essentially, and the rest is either gangs and tribes, or AFS-controlled.

So if you remove the Southern Union bits, you're in.

[Shadowcatbot]

Might change faction quickly, depends on where everyone else goes, I don't really wanna be stuck with a magic hating sob story.

[ACH0225]

Please note that Empire RP Strigiforme=/=this Strigiforme. There are plenty of differences, notably that these aren't hyper militaristic. They have a large standing army, but nothing massive.

[Chairman_Tiel]

Name: Fuller K. Austin
Age: 34
Species: (all FC species are permitted)
Profession or Specialization: Combat Analyst, Airship Coordinator-Colonel
Magical Aptitiude and Tech Aptitude: M6; T4
Biography or Backstory: Fuller, like many 'Ausralians', lived the rough life of a farmer in his youth. Unlike his contemporaries, however, the teenager soon ran away with several peers in the hopes of joining the military and escaping the vicious cycle of agricultural living. Unfortunately his parents soon found out and pulled political ties within the service in an effort to bring him home midway through his training. Mere hours before he was due to depart, though, the camp became subject to an Alliance attack that killed many of the prospective officers attending it. They were eventually repelled, but just barely, and thanks in no small part to some quick thinking on the part of Austin (who had predicted the assault just the previous morning).

He was summoned before high ranking officers none too soon thereafter, who observed within him a predilection for being able to analyze seemingly trivial details and assembling them to virtually peer into the future. And thus his career and solidarity from home was established. Now, after over a decade of service, Austin is one of the highest ranking officers in the 'Ausralian' military and shepherds a flotilla of heavy aerodynes and their combined complement of the feared Nomad infantry along a shared border with the Strigiforme Republic.
Overview: Bright, outgoing fellow with a mind constantly on the future. Thinks a lot about politics, though has an irrational fear of staying in one place for too long.

[Shadowcatbot]

Name: Fuller K. Austin
Age: 34
Species: (all FC species are permitted)
Profession or Specialization: Combat Analyst, Airship Coordinator-Colonel
Magical Aptitiude and Tech Aptitude: M6; T4

I assume your a Changeling then?

[Chairman_Tiel]

It's me. What do you think I am?

Poopian, duh

[Shadowcatbot]

It's me. What do you think I am?

Poopian, duh

I'm going with changeling.

[cats]

I drew Taarakra Siesh

Spoiler:

[Shadowcatbot]

I drew Taarakra Siesh

Spoiler:

Did someone step on your head or are you just ugly?