Wings

[cats]

"All hands, defense stations!" The intercom barked with the captain's voice. We've got s'm raiders, starboard!"

The sound of an explosion ran through the ship's frame, Baline rocked as it leaned to port. Spirals of smoke trailed behind one of the sky liner's four engine nacelles. Passengers rushed to their quarters, eager to save any valuables they may have, while crewmen ran to the ship's few defense turrets. Screaming of plane engines, flapping of ornithopters, and the belch of machine guns joined the cacophony.

Yuri dodged the flailing fabric that made up the gas sacs as he sprinted down the ship's internal catwalk. As he neared the open aft hatch, he unbuckled the restraining belt that he wore under his arms. He dove through the hatch and unfurled the grey-feathered wings that he was seldom able to use. Turning toward the marauder's ship, he flapped, testing his slightly atrophied pectoral muscles. Some ways under petri, an ornithopter changed course, headed for an intercept point along Petri's flight path. Petri dove to accept the challenge. Somewhat clumsily, he slammed into the pilot, removing it from the 'thopter's open cockpit.

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Mechanophilism, airships, angels, pirates, and the dream of the open sky. Welcome to Wings! Flying fortresses patrol the skies, suspended upon sacs of hydrogen, helium, and heated air, threatened by privateers, marauders, and thieves. Men and women with wings of a bird and eyes to match. Hollow bones and light, quick agility (with some limitations imposed by the cumbersome nature of wings): the blessings and curses of winged people (sometimes called angels, vogels, avians, etc.) who're often employed on air rigs for more dangerous, high-altitude jobs. They also sometimes have other features in common with avians.

A mixture of Steampunk, early 20th century, fantasy, and whatever you want it to be. Feel free to implement more creatures (like pegasi), possible technology, and anything else you want.

RULES

-Posts must be at least a short paragraph (some exceptions)
-For the sake of flow, godmodding is okay to an extent, be sure to preserve the character's personality, dialect, etc.
-Be creative
-Players can have multiple characters, as long as you keep track of them
-No owls (nor any other ETs), but owl-like people are fine.
-Gib clay.

APPLICATION

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Race (wings, other features):

Role/Profession:

Skills:

Flaws:

Personality:

Backstory:

Image/Music:

[Luna]

Name: Skye Heckledo

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Race (wings, other features): Seraph, Human with wings.

Role/Profession: Plane Pilot. High ranking on massive zeppelin carrier.

Skills: Best of the best flyer both in and out of the cockpit.

Flaws: Horrid with any kind of hand held weapon.

Personality: hot headed and full of herself. Rather vain. Real looker.

Backstory: Born on the family zeppelin she quickly learned how to fly. She grew up learning to fly in her fathers biplane but soon went into the military and bought her own plane http://crimsonskies.wikia.com/wiki/Fock ... _Hellhound. Her carrier is a big anti pirate force in the region and acts more as an arial station than a mobile fighter/bomber launcher. Her plane is armed with 4 30. cal, 4 40. cal, 1 dual 40. cal turret, and 8 unguided rockets.

Image/Music:

Spoiler:

Spoiler:

[Error]

Hmm...

Name: Sieball Kerlin

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Race (wings, other features): Human. Common and uninteresting.

Role/Profession: Rigger, pilot, antiboarder, aboard the pirate ship "Pandora's Blimp".

Skills: Excellent at dealing with damage, and is good at swinging around on a safety line.

Flaws: Is not the most serious of people when he needs to be.

Personality: Happy, fun loving, and tending towards never feeling down.

Backstory: Grew up seeing avians and the like, and wanted to be one. Managed the next best thing.

Image/Music: Do this later.

[Prototype]

Name: Valkyr Harpis

Race: Gen II Reploid, back mounted hover pack

Gender: Male frame

Age: 20

Role: Gyrocopter gunship pilot

Skills: Artificial brain provided excellent control over craft, allows for simultaneous operation of the craft and it's turrets.

Flaws: requires energy cells

Personality: calm, often distant

Backstory: created as part of a program to produce advanced pilots, a machine built to resemble a human. His craft, the MK V Falcon was designed to be a heavy support gunship, and is armed with 4 front facing .303 machine guns, a 50. Cal dorsal turret and a 40. Cal tail turret. The craft also has six variable mounting points.

Image/music:

Spoiler:

Image will be done later

Music:

[Archduke Daynel, PhD]

Name: Charles Springfield

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Race (wings, other features): A human, relatively common and uninteresting.

Role/Profession: Adventurer/explorer and businessman.

Skills: Positive, doesn't worry about problems, handles stress quite easily.

Flaws: Avoids most indirect problems, can't handle responsibility, acts without thinking a little too often.

Personality: Worries little about anything, positive most of the time, a little self-obsessed.

Backstory: Son of Anthony Springfield, owner of Springfield Enterprises. Travels the world in his airship, the White Raven, and presents his research logs to the university in his hometown. He's supposed to help taking care of the family company, just like his brother and sister, but of course he avoids those responsibilities in order to live a life of adventure and fun.
His airship isn't really a fighting ship, but to protect itself from pirates it's equipped with dual 30 cal machine guns in the front and a 50 cal in the back.

Image/Music: Will actually add this time. Or maybe not. We'll see.

[Vinyl]

Name: Marcario Sallas

Gender: Male

Age: 39

Race (wings, other features): Human, the only mystery of which are their vast numbers.

Role/Profession: Lt. Commander of the Royal Air Magistratium, specializing in airship engineering.

Skills: 2 decades of service with the RAM (knowledgeable about airships, command, and military strategy).

Flaws: Psychological problems (guilt about killing opponents and losing those close), distrusting, jaded.

Personality: Respectful, seemingly incapable of hate.

Backstory: Following his family tradition, he enlisted with the Royal Air Magistratium, the military of a cluster of sky cities from which he hails, at the age of 19. Upon completion of training just 5 months later, he was posted to his first ship, the RAMS Hyu, which was one of 3 others in a squadron. After an attack on the squad, he was among the few survivors. He, along with the rest, were promoted and decorated for their valor. Following the ceremony, they were all given the option of an honorable discharge, many left, Marcario along with another were the only ones who stayed with the RAM. He would go one to serve on other vessels, until he was given command of his own ship, the RAMS Contorted Dawn. Surviving a battle with a heavily armed gang, Marcario could not endure the stress and made the only other commanding officer acting captain until they returned to the RAM where he left the RAMS Contorted Dawn and his captain's badge in favor of Lead Engineer on the RAMS Callipso which was destroyed along with most of the navy in a war. The Royal Houses (their government) had also lost many of their cities to the clouds, and in an effort to reclaim them have sent out many airships in search of them. Captain Sallas on the RAMS Searcher II is among them, and along with the others have been allowed to perform their duties however they see fit.

Music:

[Archduke Daynel, PhD]

So did this thing really die before anyone even got accepted?

[Vinyl]

Yes, yes it did.

[cats]

Luna, accepted.

Error, accepted.

Prototype, I really don't want to know what makes it a "male frame" but accepted.

Vinyl, accepted.



Name: Adriel "Raven" Mossburgh

Gender: f

Age: 26

Race: Wings and eyes of a pitch-colored hawk

Role/Profession: Pirate, privateer, mercenary.

Skills: Excellent with a blade, can use most weapons, knowledge of her ship.

Flaws: Impulsive.

Personality: relentless, energetic.

Backstory: Adriel was raised in a slum of a large city. Born into the remains of a family with an old ancestry of warriors and aristocrats, she was taught to hold military service and honor in high regard, but was also taught the art of thievery and a lifestyle of crime by the slums. After being arrested several times over the course of her childhood and adolescence, she changed her ways and joined the Air Guard. Adriel became an accomplished pirate hunter. Quickly climbing the ranks, she earned her own ship and the position of captain within the first years of service. After killing many of her childhood friends,
she left the military (along with the air frigate she was granted) and took to piracy. She outfitted her ship with improved weapons and boarding apparatus, and assembled a crew. She now is in the process of expanding her reach. To do this she needs to recruit more people with more power.

Image/Music:

Spoiler:

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[cats]

Sorry, I had exams and stuff.

[Archduke Daynel, PhD]

Since my other char apparently didn't get accepted..

Name: Cpt. Carl Marcanto

Gender: Male

Age: 41

Race (wings, other features): Technically a winged human, but he lost his wings in a rather violent accident.

Role/Profession: Military officer, leading a major anti-pirate unit.

Skills: Handles stress well, and he is a skilled pilot.

Flaws: Easily angered, would do almost anything to stop the pirates, even if that means killing innocents or giving up his military status.

Personality: Rather aggressive and bitter, very determined, cares about little else than his goal and the soldiers in his unit.

Backstory: I guess this is where I should say his family was killed by pirates, but that'd be too generic.
Carl had hated pirates as long as he could remember. He joined the army when he was 20, and worked his way into the air force. A couple of years before becoming the leader of the anti-pirate unit, he was in a major accident on an aircraft carrier and lost his wings, which made him even more bitter than before.

His fighter plane looks similar to the real-life Spitfire, and is equipped with 6 40 caliber machine guns in the wings. (Not sure if this is too modern for the time, just tell me and I'll change it)

Image/Music: Will add. Probably.

[Prototype]

@Cats, the Male frame means it doesn't have *, at least according to Capcom, something about Reploids mostly emulating the appearance of humans. Sorry, no joystick joke with this one.

[cats]

Opsies, forgot to type "Daynel, accepted." Both characters accepted day.

Location: Bridgeborn Memorial Harbour

Adriel loped off of the gangplank-coupling that tethered the Aesir to the docking tower. A hundred feet above the Aesir's slot, the hulking girth of Angel 47, Parasite, slowly swayed in the breeze, causing the tower's platform cuff to rotate. A military ship, well known among criminals, Parasite was an accomplished anti-pirate vessel, and an equally accomplished crew to fill its bloated gut. There was one particularly notable among its crew, one that Adriel had plans for. Parasite was only here because Bridgeborn was the only large port in the area, not a military base within a hundred miles.The Aesir had recently undergone some cosmetic changes, it was unlikely that it would be recognized. The motion of the cuff's rusty bearings sent vibrations through the tower. Adriel quickly crossed the short distance along the grated walkway to the body of the tower, a caged steel tube containing several stairwells and lift cables. She entered one of the lifts and pulled the lever, the lift shuddered and began its descent to the bottom of the tower.

Adriel went alone, the less attention attracted the better. She stepped out of the lift and jogged down the steps at the base of the tower. She continued her brisk pace along the street to a pub near the barbwire-lined fence that marked the edge of the Harbour grounds. The tavern was popular among the military personnel that happened to find themselves docked at Bridgeborn. Adriel opened the door and scanned the room. Skye Heckledo was near the center, sipping something from a tall glass.

[Error]

Cussing into the wind, Sieball tugged his safety line and jumped, swinging out over his ship's back. Landing on the side of the hull, he moved towards the battle damage nearby - a large series of holes from bullet impacts. Grabbing his kit, he slapped temporary patches over the hull, stopping leaks. He hoped.

Releasing the winch, he jumped again, swinging down under the gasbags and grabbing a handhold. Grabbing his adhesive patches, he began working away at the damage there.

If he saw the Pandora's squadron commander after this, there were going to be Words.

[Vinyl]

Location: Aboard RAMS Searcher II

He stood at the bow, near the few gun emplacements the Magistration could afford. 3, all 30cal, the other 2 were in back, 20cal. Marcario had taken no observation equipment, watching only with his eyes. The rolling clouds and sloshing water below was a monotonous sight, but one necessary to their mission. From witness reports, the cities that'd be over here had damaged bags, and would be barely hanging or floating in the water. Suddenly, shouts came from the crow's nest. The prow of another vessel came to view, the slap-dash job on the hull suggested pirates. Marcario turned and called to his crew, "To your battlestations!" He then ran to the bridge of the ship, a small, rather covered hut near the back. The balloons below (they were mainly placed to the sides of the main ship, emergency ones awaited inside compartments. There was a secondary system overhead, a large amount of bags held in a single shell of armor) rippled in the wind. Upon reaching there, he spoke to the pilot, "Helm, I want you to take us out of here, preferably up. We can't hold another engagement, our guns don't have enough ammo." The officer responded with an "Aye"