Dawn of the Cyborgs OOC/ Closed

Seventy years ago, a mastermind war criminal by the name of Silas Rex staged a coup d'etat of the New Roman Empire. Taking over its behemoth army numbering in over ten billion soldiers, Silas redubbed the empire The Red Legion and began a genocidal war against all non-human creatures. No sentient lifeform was saved from Silas' fire save humans, who were either brainwashed or mind controlled using special helmets into fighting for him. The war raged for sixty five years, resulting in the death of trillions and the extinction of multiple races. The Red Legion was a potent military force, swapping out normal laser and railgun weapons for hot-burning plasma weaponry that incinerated living tissue, causing millions of soldiers to lose limbs and organs. Because the plasma completely destroyed cells and tissue, cellular regeneration therapy normally used to regrow limbs didn't work, and thousands of amputees and wounded were left limbless. So, after nearly a millennia of being ignored, robotic prosthetic limbs and organs made a major comeback. Soldiers soon began to become repaired with robotic parts, making them stronger and faster than ever. It's been five years since the end of the war, and slowly but surely, as soldiers came home with their new bodily attachments, cybernetics began to metamorphosize. They turned from a device of pity and and a reminder of the destruction of the First Galactic war to a galaxy wide fashion trend. It became the newest craze, and soon cybernetics was strong and sexy. Models with bionic limbs were on the front cover of fashion magazines and on every billboard in the galaxy. People of all walks of life from all over the galaxy began to flock to prosthetics clinics and lob off their limbs or organs to replace them with cybernetics. Soon, very few people were without cybernetics somewhere in their body. The galaxy had plunged into a new age.

Welcome to the year 3854: The Dawn of the Cyborgs



This RP obviously takes place in the future, on a massive trading city known as Port Argis. Argis is one of the largest cities in the galaxy, the New York of the Milky Way. It contains billions of people and is the biggest trading center in the galaxy. Thousands upon thousands of ships visit it every day, and it holds thousands of manufacturing plants and corporate offices. You will play as a character of any alien race. You are a citizen of Port Argis, going about your day-to-day lives. Many characters, like what I've listed in the intro, will have cybernetic limbs and other bodily attachments that make them superior to members of their race in strength, speed, and other factors. I'd tell you more about the plot, but that's the caveat of this rp; I have absolutely no idea what the plot is. Exo (Godmod) and I will be working on this rp together. I come up with the places and accept the sheets and such while Godmod runs the plot. This is to keep me from getting bored with the rp like I usually do; if I don't know what's going on then I cannot get bored with it. Let's just say that it will involve terrorism and consumerism, two things that plague our society even today.

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Character Sheets


Maxx:

Shen Carbinx

Detective Billy Hadron

Jackson Preacher

Pescus Balik

God-Mod: (co-GM btw)

Voxel and Agatha

True Night

Jenny Talton

Eris

Punk Rock

Laina

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The Blog of Megan Lennox

Meg Lennox is a news reporter in Argis who will be one of my main characters in the story. This area is reserved for her blog, a place that will be updated with current events in the storyline and other things like background news and fashion trends and such. If you are a detective, then you belong here, searching for clues to the next big attack.

Name: Shen Carbix
Age: 17
Gender: male
Species: Chimerian
Appearance: Shen is quite obviously not human, but is humanoid in shape. He stands at about 2.5feet tall and weighs 40 lbs. He isn’t terribly muscular but does look fit and properly formed (ie, he isn’t fat). He is covered in fur, and his skin is tan like an african cat’s. He has a tail similar to a kangaroo’s in size, thickness, and shape, but legs and arms jointed like a person’s. His feet have three catlike toes that end in extendable claws. His five-fingered hands have similar claws, but you wouldn’t know it due to his gloves (which I’ll describe below). His belly’s fur is lighter than the rest of the fur, making him look sort of like an African wildcat. Shen’s face strongly resembles that of a fox’s, with a long narrow muzzle like one ending in a small black nose. The rest of his face is also like that of a fox’s, with pointed ears and orangey eyes. His mouth is lined with sharp canine teeth. Shen wears a pair of gloves that look like this. These are central to his power. Shen also wears a pair of futuristic glasses that look like this on his face. Shen’s outfit consists of a white track jacket with blue sleeves the same color as the blue on his gloves (the collar is zipped up so that it covers his neck) and black track pants with a hole where his tail sticks out. On his feet he wears a pair of boots that look like this. Around Shen’s waist is a rather futuristic-looking black toolbelt that contains such things as a crystalline touch screen phone phone and a taser (that I will describe in the abilities section), as well as a wrench made of carbon nanotubes.
Personality: Shen’s is a Gadgeteer genius combined with a jerkass, and add a dash of Commander Contrarian. . Shen is extremely intelligent, brilliant, even,  and he doesn’t mind showing it off. He often goes on very long and complicated rants about his technology simply to confuse the hell out of anyone stupid enough to think that they’re more intelligent than he is. He likes having fun, and often pulls pranks on people or hacks things just to see how others will react to it. It has to be a challenge, though, or else he won’t even bother doing it. He’s not the kind of prankster who takes candy from a baby or traps you in a spinning revolving door. He’s the type of prankster who would find the most technologically-advanced building in the land and hack it so that the speakers inside play The Hamster Song for four hours straight. Shen doesn’t really seem to care much about other people, and steals things constantly. Shen loves finding flaws in other people and reminding them of it every ten seconds until they go insane and throw themselves off of a building (a tall one, hopefully, so he can see if they reach terminal velocity).

History/backstory: Revealing this would give away a plot point

Powers/skills: Shen is the wielder of the Miracle Gloves. The Miracle gloves are technopathic gloves that allow him to control and manipulate technology. The gloves generate thousands of electromagnetic fields that allow Shen to manipulate metals, silicons, some plastics, and carbon polymers. The gloves are controlled by his mind, allowing him to essentially build anything he can imagine. He is so good at programming and using the gloves that he can construct a robot in seconds. The gloves also have a teleportation application that allows Shen to make pieces from his warehouse in Gamma appear wherever he is. Because of this, Shen can essentially create a weapon or machine wherever he is. Shen’s glasses are a computer that works similar to a super-futuristic google glass. He has certain algorithms and programs saved in them for certain robot designs that he uses often. He can copy these programs and send them to the gloves, allowing him to design robots too complex for him to instantly think up with ease. The glasses have a 4x optical zoom and thermal vision, as well as the ability to tap into a satellite, allowing Shen to see large areas of the city. Shen’s boots have jets in them that allow him to lead forty feet in the air and have shock absorbers to keep him from breaking his legs when he lands. The taser at his hip fires blasts of electricity that can temporarily stun an enemy of robotic or biological creation. It looks like this.

Weaknesses: Firstly, robot parts are expensive and some are hard to find. Shen only has so many parts, and if he uses them up it’s going to cost him. Shen runs a side business selling robots and other machinery (especially weapons), but it doesn’t always cover the cost of the parts he uses for his machines. Because of this, Shen is almost perpetually in debt. Secondly, Shen’s robots are by no means indestructible. They can be damaged the same as any other machine, and if their chips are destroyed, then Shen cannot repair them. Shen can only create about four robots at a time due to constraints to the miracle gloves’ technology. Also, Shen himself isn’t exactly indestructible. He doesn’t have any actual technological enhancements done to his body, so he’s not particularly hard to kill.

Weapons:
-His taser
-A computer virus stored in his glasses computer that he can use to slow down or temporarily paralyze machines.
- Jerry: (that’s clickable). Jerry is Shen’s robotic sidekick. He has a personality and ability all of his own (I might make him his own sheet). Jerry is about a foot and a half tall and has rocket boosters in his feet that allow him to fly. Jerry can lift about 500 pounds of weight without damaging himself and is incredibly durable, able to survive falls from nearly 100 feet. He has laser pulsars in his hands that let him fire laser blasts at opponents. He also has a coffee maker function (because how else would Shen obtain the molecule of life?)

Home: Shen lives in a warehouse that he owns in the Gamma district. He has set a kind of loft up in its higher levels. The warehouse stores Shen’s  parts for various machines and his workshop, where he experiments with new machines. I’ll describe it IC.
Job: Shen runs a business selling machines which he makes a good bit of money from (not quite enough to cover the costs at times, but he enjoys it).

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Name: Agatha

Age: 32

Gender: Female

Species: Franilian

Appearance:

Cybernetics are for sissies.:

What's life without the risk of death eh?

Personality: I used to love doing these... now its just... bleh. Anyway, here's a half-assed description:

Agatha is openly extremely calm, straightforward individual who is the kind of person you can talk about anything and everything with and not feel judged. During lectures, she's the one person in the audience who seems genuinely interested no matter how boring the subject is and is always smiling. This gives her a natural air of charisma and this coupled with her silver tongue makes people automatically want to trust her. She could probably get you to confess to having killed someone in your past within 3 hours of meeting her, and she's done just that to a huge number of important individuals and uses that information to get 'favors' after she's gathered it. Although always under a pseudonym so she's perpetually in peoples favor for resolving their blackmail issues. It's a quite frequent occurrence for the person she's blackmailing to cry in her shoulder about being blackmailed, thus divulging more information than she already had, and for her to play the sympathetic card so perfectly that it doesn't really matter if she gets what she want's from the blackmail, she'll be given an equal amount of resources in the form of favors people owe her 'above bar'. This makes her one of the biggest manipulators currently known to the civilized world/quadrant/galaxy/whatever you want to call it.

Inwardly, while she's smiling and paying attention to you, she's running through her list of all the different ways she could kill you, while she's sympathizing with you about your various life troubles, shes storing that information away and plotting out how she's going to use it against you. While she's attending a peace conference, she's working out how she'd assassinate everyone present.The more devious the plot is, the more charismatic she gets, the more murderous the scheme, the wider she smiles, the more weaknesses you have, the more sympathetic she becomes. The more dangerous the situation, the faster her mind works, the smarter the person, the more sophisticated and philosophical her speech. The bigger the challenge, the more likely she is to rise to the occasion. She does what she does, not for revenge, because she had a tragic backstory or because those people deserve it (although typically they do) but because it's challenging, fun and passes the time. Because of this, she is likely the most all round dangerous person you'll ever meet.

History/backstory: Classified.

Powers/skills: Powers? What powers? Agatha doesn't have powers don't be absurd. Skills however. That's going to be a bit of a problem. See, she's got quite a lot of those. Lets start with the fact that she's a criminal Ms. Fixit. Need to stage an assassination? Plan a bank robbery? I'll give you 1 guess as to who you'll end up using. Because of the heavy stereotyping of both her species and gender, you'll have no idea as to what she looks like, and most people simply assume she's a he, and because of how efficiently she gets things done, its a common assumption that she's some kind of heavy metal cyborg with guns built into every part of her body. As a result, no one, ever, suspects the 5'2", philosophical, morally upright world heritage and environmentalist, political activist with a degree in theology to be a cold blooded serial killer and criminal mastermind. I mean, are you out of your mind? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Agatha, a serial killer? HAR HAR HAR Thats funny.

Weaknesses: Remember the no powers thing? If you have no powers, you have no weaknesses. (Well of course you could walk up and shoot her in the head, but (1: that's not even clever (2: You'd be killing a very prominent political figure, be incarcerated for life, if you're lucky, and probably be killed within a week in whatever jail they put you in. (3: You'd be killing a very powerful ally, or a very dangerous enemy depending on what day it is (4: you'll have to outsmart her to even be able to do that, and that means outsmarting me, so its never gonna happen unless I want it to. Sorry.) As for other weaknesses, she's physically just slightly more powerful than the average human being, has no cybernetics, and is ridiculously clever, which is a double edged sword.

Weapons: Everything. That soda can you're holding can be a weapon if you use it correctly. Agatha is the master of killing people with pencils, toothpicks or hell, she could probably even use air to kill you.

Home:

Beta district,  naturally.:

Job(s): Criminal and above-bar Ms.Fixit, depending on who you are and how much you know. Preserving the natural environments of over 50 known exoplanets, promoting equal gender/species rights, serving as board director to a good number of peace conferences and as the main political representative of Azulu, actively fighting terrorism, promoting public education, running more than a few Red Cross charities for natural disaster victims and the poor. Oh yeah, and she writes excellent sci-fi novels that are suspiciously similar to her darker, unknown career of choice.

other: Bio bio bio bio bio bio : D

Well Celo, Al, Prussia, and Stalker are also joining.


Name: William Arthur Hadron Jr. (known as Billy Hadron)
Age: 37
Gender: male
Species: Lumien
Appearance: Billy Hadron is a man of average Lumien height (5’7”) and has a medium muscular build, like that of a soldier. His skin is a light tan color (like that of many Lumiens) and he is covered in olive green body hair everywhere except for his face, hands, and chest. He has a wide forehead and long pointy ears not unlike an elf’s. Billy’s right cheek, chin, and the area around his right eye is constructed out of pliable silvery metal. His eyes are violet in color (like bright purple). Like all Lumien eyes, Hadron’s pupils are the same color as his irises, and there is a thick black ring separating his irises from the whites of his eyes. His face is seemingly permanently affixed with a scowl. Billy’s olive green hair is worn in a military-like buzzcut. He almost always wears a pair of black oil rig sunglasses on his face and a white oblong bluetooth is in his right ear. The rest of Billy’s body is a hodgepodge of biological and metallic pieces. His left arm is entirely made of the same pliable metal as his face and matches the muscle tone of his real arm perfectly. Billy’s right breast is made of metal, as is a section of both of his thighs, the right side of his lower back, and both of his lower legs from halfway down his calf to his feet. All of the metal on him is the same pliable silvery metal as his face. Billy’s lungs and heart are also robotic, but you can’t see them obviously. He has no pulse (his heart operates similarly to an LVAD). On Billy’s right shoulder is a tattoo of a red-and-white buoy with the words “I won’t go down” written in black. Billy wears a light blue dress shirt with a brown tie and slightly darker blue pants than the shirt (a cerulean kind of color). Over this Hadron wears a blue blazer matching the blue of the pants and a black fiber optic trench coat that when buttoned makes him semi-transparent. On his feet are a pair of black loafers.

Personality:

Backstory: Okay, so this is the interesting part of this sheet. William Hadron was born on Holos, in a section with an extremely large amount of human influence (explaining the name). Billy grew up during the war (just like almost everyone else here) and when he was nineteen, just about to go off to college, he was drafted into the Lumien military. Not wanting to get sent to some useless part of the military, Hadron enlisted himself in the Lumien Army. As Billy went through training, his instructors identified his hard-nosed tough-as-nails attitude and sent a recommendation for him to join Task Force 666, the most highly-trained fighting force in the Lumien Consulate. The thing that really set Billy aside was the fact that he absolutely never gave up and was willing to do whatever it took to accomplish his goal. He was sent into war a few years later with Task Force 666 at the third-largest battle of the war, the Battle of Talon. Talon was a mostly-desert planet on the border of the Lumien Empire that was a border fort. It was the last planet between Legion Fleet 13 (led by General Glacies) and Desbin, the Lumien capital. The planet contained a massive fort and was covered in orbital defenses. Billy and Task Force 666 were deployed to protect a line of 33 Abyssal-class tanks from Red Legion forces long enough for them to destroy Legion Flagship 13, which had entered the planet’s atmosphere and was raining Hell down on the base. Task Force 666, coupled with Task Forces 345, 218, 404, 099, and 913 fought back the behemoth Red Legion army while the Abyssal tanks fired away at Flagship 13. After nearly six hours of nonstop fighting the Abyssals finally destroyed Flagship 13. It crashed and exploded, killing Glacies and saving the planet from being taken over. Of the 1,300 soldiers in the combined task forces, only 200 survived the battle. What was left of Task Forces 666 and 404 boarded transport tanks to travel to another battlefield on the other side of the planet. 666 met up with Ground Fleet 4, a massive land fleet of around 2,000 soldiers, but they never arrived at the battlefield. Because out of nowhere, Legion Flagship 1 appeared, the fleet led by Silas Rex himself. The flagship attacked the tank fleet and completely decimated it. Out of the 2,000 soldiers in the fleet, only 17 survived the bombardment and only four were left unharmed. Hadron was not one of those unharmed people. His left arm was torn off by an explosion and large swathes of his skin was completely incinerated. Shrapnel entered his chest, damaging his heart and collapsing his left lung. The other lung began to internally bleed from the impact. Both of Hadron’s legs from the calf down were burned off. He shouldn’t have survived, but somehow when the rescue teams arrived that sunovabitch still had mostly-living brain cells. After years in a medically-induced coma, Hadron awoke to find himself barely himself anymore. Almost 40% of his body had to be replaced with cybernetic parts. At first he struggled with using the new parts and was in rehab for three years, but he began to get the hang of things and finally became proficient with his new robotic parts. He now works as a detective in the Desbinian Office of Criminal Investigation’s Argis branch (DOCIA).

Power/skills: Hadron isn’t any normal amputee. Because he was a soldier and because so much of him had to be replaced, his bionics have an edge over most. Due to his robotic arm, legs, and nodules in his spine, Hadron is supernaturally strong. He can lift nearly 3,000 pounds of weight with his left arm. He can run at nearly 40 mph due to his robotic leg parts and has special build-in shock absorbers that allow him to survive a fall of about 40 feet unharmed. Hadron’s arm also has some...modifications done. The skin of his chest that isn’t made of metal is reinforced with non-newtonian fabric, making it bulletproof. The metal on his body is heatproof and bulletproof, making it very difficult to damage. He can transform his left arm into several different weapons. He can turn the arm from the forearm down into an electrically-charged blade made of a material similar to Damascus steel, a photon cannon (works similar to the Forerunner Incinerator cannon), or an automatic bolt rifle. All of his cybernetics are EMP-hardened.

Weaknesses: Not all of Hadron’s skin is bulletproof. Most of his skull, back, and his right arm are not, meaning that he can be damaged there by railgun bullets or lasers. Billy is mildly magnetic as well, meaning that any character with magnetism could immobilize him. Billy can also be damaged by large electrical shocks, as they can temporarily short out his cybernetics, knocking him out.

Weaponry:
-Billy’s glasses are computer screens (like Shen’s). They can access the internet, store data, have a 10x optical zoom, and have night vision (as well as thermal vision for seeing the invisible). The glasses have a simulcast function, allowing him to stream whatever he is seeing directly to a video feed at HQ. The glasses also have a targeting system, so his guns don’t need sights.
-Billy uses a Wolfgang/Preacher MK15 .45 silenced combat bolt pistol, a behemoth of a handgun with a six inch barrel and a laser-guided underbarrel attachment. He rarely uses it, though, as his cybernetics supply him with most of his weaponry.
-The earpiece in Billy’s ear is actually a primary dock for his AI Altair. Altair speaks with an accent that sounds like a combination of English and Belgian (It’s actually a Sylvarian accent, but nobody here knows anything about any planet called Sylvara or its accent). Altair appears as a glowing bluish-white star spinning slightly on an axis when in corporeal form (when plugged into a hologram generator, basically). Altair has the ability to access and control any piece of technology that connects to the internet (which is practically everything in this day and age), and can break down most firewalls (though this takes time). I will probably be uploading a sheet for Altair, so this is just a skeleton of his abilities.

Home: Billy lives in an apartment in the Beta District. It’s a medium-sized place (he makes a nice salary) and isn’t too far from the DOCIAB building. I’ll describe the inside in the IC at some point, but I don’t feel like describing rooms that I’ll never use.

Job: Billy is a detective for the DOCIAB. He’s in the Advanced Crime Unit (ACU) meaning that he only goes after the best criminals. You’ll never see Billy tracking down a common bank robber or pickpocket. He goes after advanced serial killers, terror cells, titanic criminal enterprises, and other assorted criminals (or groups of criminals) that are either too dangerous or too clever to be apprehended by normal detectives.

Other:

My sheet is almost complete

Excellent.

Sorry, it turns out that my sheet will take a little longer. Expect it sometime before Tuesday.

Of course, hopefully I'll have it by tomorrow.

Okay.

Name: Claymoor

Age: 765.4386732098748164785918746596145871693875981645734650197863085761804758923746587263417263
857345124827648927635876587385691875698127684248956238746912659837487123540598612987589137654982
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62327153423255870894659607867574994735245364747585848930303845655759383659594738594637 (yes, it goes down to billiseconds)

Gender: Nope.

Species: Svotths

Appearance: Changeable But normally this.

Personality: Confidential (he’s kind of silly)

History/backstory: His imaginary friend forgot to remind his alter ego to remind his mother to remind his evil twin to remind him to remind his imaginary friend to remind his alter ego to remind his mother to remind his evil twin to remind him to remind himself that he had a thing, to remind himself of… Maybe… (emma did this because I didn't have time to do anything, besides, its funny)

Powers/skills: Shape shifting (he is made up of super-cells, which are basically each an entire organism), hiding (said shape shifting ability is quite helpful when hiding), standing out (reverse of hiding), fighting (being a shape shifter and a creature made of super-cells, it is pretty much impossible to seriously hurt him with knives, bullets or the like), sharpshooting (years served in the Galactic War made him an excellent sharpshooter and hand to hand fighter), hacking (each of his cells have a tiny brain of their own which are all telepathically connected, giving him a vast sea of knowledge, although usually he ignores that writhing ocean of information because it gets annoying after a while[and makes you insane… Ish]), getting places that are (normally) hard to reach (being a shape shifter he can modify his body to suit his current needs, and a coating of thick anti-extrocellular mucus protects him from any virus not directly injected into his cells, and keeps him from drying out), being annoying (I’m the one writing him… Need I say more?), (easily) surviving (seemingly) mortal wounds (I have made the whole shape shifting and super-cells thing pretty clear, but here-goes anyway; Any cell that is damaged by bullets, blades, lasers, viruses, dehydration or the like, is immediately sterilized and reused if possible, giving him regenerative abilities alongside shape shifting), Very fast reflexes (said battle training and multi neural cluster cells).

Weaknesses: Claymoor is silicon based. Laser and plasma wounds (burns in general) are just slightly less damaging to him as to anyone else, due to him being silicon based, and we all know how well silicon burns, although he can still recycle the burnt tissue, he has to eat something in order to regenerate all the way to full size.

Weapons: (everything in this section is EMP proof/resistant/hardened) Repurposed plasma cutter, uses a mix of Dicyanoacetylene and aerosolized steel/tungsten atoms, to heat up to massive temperatures. Hot enough to burn through pretty much any metal, and any organism stupid enough to get shot. Only the magnetic field generated by the gun can control the blast (the blast can be controlled up to 6 feet away from the gun, allowing him to shoot around corners [the blast will dissipate out of a 2 inch wide pelletey thingy after 900 meters and becomes very hot plasma/fire for another 300 whereupon it dissipates further into searing hot air]). (think weaponized hairdryer)

Standard Energy shield, but a bit souped up.

L.O.S.E.R. Laser Oscillation and Stored Energy Repeater: Basically fires a laser into a canister that reflects 100% of the light back and forth, so that the laser that was fired into the canister for 5 minutes, is now a beam of very tightly packed (figuratively speaking) photons. This gun is really powerful, and is run off a Xenondiflouride battery the size of a softball (yes, those massive green terrors that aren’t actually soft at all), the gun is constantly refilling its canisters, and about every month Claymoor has to replace the battery, and this thing has 16 canisters, so after all 16 are fired (Yikes! That must be a bad situation)
it has a VERY slow fire rate of one canister every 3 minutes, IF in CONSTANT use.  This badass gun has enough power to blast through weak energy shields with one shot and if you empty the clip (so to speak), even the strongest energy shield will suffer heavily, and a moderate to good one will be effectively… FRAPPERED!!!

Ranged weapon, ranged weapon, ranged weapon, ranged weap-, Oh! A melee weapon! JOY!
Magnetically repulsive blade (the one on the bottom right), Yeah, this thing will ‘slice’ through most anything with water or metal in it (DAMN YOU CERAMIC!!!!!!), there is no visible blade, as you can see (hehe), but don’t mistake it for a short club, no, no, no, this thing will literally REPULSE whatever it’s cutting around the blade, like water around a really strong magnet (like the strongest neodymium magnet in the world dipped in liquid N2), the field itself is in the shape of a blade, so the edge KIND OF cuts, then the sides repulse it away, tearing a rift the object further. This sword also functions as a spearpoint EMP, due to said magnetic field. The range of the EMP field can be extended to up to 12 feet

Home: Shraacs, Weapons manufacturing plant 7, he lives is his office when not out and about.
BTW each room in the plant has one of these blasma firing badasses in each corner (there are no blind spots, and don’t even think about hacking them, each gun operates on a different grid so they are independent, and you would have to hack all of them separately, and if you do the others will shoot it [if you somehow manage to hack it anyway, you would have to get past 16 AI and 8 advanced firewalls to hack just one]).

Job: Defensive building architect, planetary weapons designer and technician.

Other: Bio? Claymoor can eat pretty much anything, and his favorite food is silicon chips fried in butter, although a nice tasty baked rock is always good too, due to the high silicon content. Claymoor also has little flagella on all of his cells, many on each one, that are so small that they can basically grab molecule chains and move them around. Things like diamond and other carbon bonded materials take longer to rip apart, due to them having stronger bonds than those of other elements. (plastics are easy to rip apart)
Claymoor can eat carbon based things too, but that is only good for assembling things inside his body, like if he eats a bunch of diamonds, he can slowly rip them apart and reassemble them into a different shape.

His brain is backed up to hundreds of different hard drives across the galaxy, and one cell always stays with each of them.

There are space ships, but it only takes place on one planet. I'll let Emma look at this to make sure it obeys science.


Anyways:

Name: Jackson Preacher
Age: 36
Gender: male
Species: Human
Appearance: Jackson Preacher is a tall stately man of a noble 6’2”. He has a skinny lanky build with long arms and legs. He is very fit physically (as most billionaires are), though is not of the muscular physique that you would suggest of a professional athlete or weightlifter. Jackson’s skin is a dark cocoa color, and his hair is black. It is kept in dreadlocks that are tied back into a ponytail (I’m sure there’s another term for this, but I don’t know it). His face is slim and gaunt, with bony cheekbones and sloped features, as well as a long thin nose. When you first glance at Jackson, it appears as if he has a lazy eye coupled with heterochromia iridium, but it is soon realized that he has a robotic eye. His right eye is an unnatural shiny silver color with a glowing red iris. The robotic eye moves independent to his biological eye, which is quite creepy at times. Because of this, Jackson wears a pair of polarized Oakley sunglasses (incase you haven’t figured it out yet, Oakley is booming right now). His face is almost permanently affixed with a slight frown, as if he’s not quite happy enough. Jackson wears diamond studs in his ears and has a white earpiece (like Billy’s) in his ear. He wears a black suit and only a black suit. You will never see Jackson Preacher wearing anything other than a black suit and if you do then you are hallucinating. On his feet is a pair of black loafers and only black loafers and if you ever see him without black loafers then you are still hallucinating. On his left wrist is a silver Rolex watch. Jackson appears to have a few slight bulges under his suit jacket, but nobody ever really seems to notice and weapons detection algorithms don’t detect anything on him so nobody really asks. Don’t be the person who asks. Jackson has a very slight Ugandan accent, though he still speaks eloquently enough for one to understand what he’s saying. On his tie is a silver tie pin, and on his left ring finger is a gold wedding band. On his right pinky finger is a ring with a black square of obsidian on it.

Personality: If good businessmen are sharks, then Jackson Preacher is the great white. He is a ruthless negotiator, willing to take any risk to achieve a goal. He knows how to play the game, and he plays it ingeniously. You don’t negotiate with Jackson Preacher; Jackson Preacher negotiates with you. You don’t make a deal with Jackson Preacher; Jackson Preacher makes a deal with you. Preacher has a head hard as a brick and a will stronger than iron. The only possible way that you could ever get Preacher to lower his standards in any sort of exchange is if he’s already ten steps ahead and knows that it will benefit him. Preacher is always ten steps ahead; it just matters whether or not it benefits him. Because of his determination and risk-taking, Preacher has become a tycoon of the business world. He’s worth 600 billion dollars and not a penny less. Due to his steely disposition and determination, Preacher has never given up. He has gone bankrupt twice, and both times completely rebuilt from the ground up. He’s not a very social character, though; he’s not awkward, per-say, but he’s somber and stoic. He rarely shows emotion, and has been known to smile twice in public (and he was drunk for one of them). He’s a man defined by his actions, as he has very few words. Jackson seems calm and relaxed in every situation, though he always has businesslike posture and conduct. Nobody makes Jackson Preacher blink, as they say. Jackson’s a highly-intelligent man as well. He crunches numbers like a supercomputer and never loses track, making him an excellent accountant. They say that he hasn’t touched a calculator in ten years. He is currently the president of Wolfgang/Preacher firearms (it used to be Wolfgang Firearms until Preacher bought it).

Home: A penthouse apartment on Toron Station (he is one of the few businessmen who actually live there.

Job: President of Wolfgang/Preacher Firearms.

Other: His power is a secret.

Dont worry it does. (the sword is kinda complicated though)

Oh and you need to put a weakness. What you have right now is...lacking.

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Weaknesses: there are some, but I’m not going to tell you what they are, use your brains for once! (fine lasers are one, but he can ‘dodge’ them by seeing that your muscles tense in your finger as you’re about to pull the trigger, and move that portion of his body away, ergo: now he has a hole in his chest, where your laser just passed through [not because the laser got him, but because he MADE that hole as you fired])

TL;DR: Here's my weakness! Here's how it's not really a weakness and just something I put in here to make it look good! Here's my character with a fake weakness that cant and will never be exploited in the RP.

Seriously, make characters with actual weaknesses. Nothing is more annoying than seeing "This is my weakness, but not really because I can do this to avoid it." I would deconstruct your sheet more, but if I did, I would be here all day.

Eyy! Got it done!

Name: Kimir

Age: 42

Gender: Male (Binokalians are usually genderless, though they can change their gender to male or female at will. So, if he wants, he can turn into a female)

Species: Binokalian (Kimir has a bionic tail, as well as a bionic left eye)

Appearance: Binokalians look a bit like two-legged Komodo dragons. Their average height is about 7 feet tall (Kimir is 6' 11"), and their average weight is about 200 pounds (Kimir is 213, thanks in part to the bionics). The head is a foot long, and half a foot thick, and has two long, bony ridges on the sides. Their eyes are naturally an amber color. Their tail is around five feet long (Kimir's is actually half a foot longer). Their skin is smooth, but wrinkled around the base of the tail, the neck, and other joints int he body. The skin color is never consistand around the head and neck. Much like a chamelion, Binokalians can change their skin color, but only around the head and neck. The rest of the skin is usually either pistacio green or dark green (Kimir's skin is dark green.) They have four fingers, and two opposable digits on each hand. Their feet are very dinosaur-like, and don't allow much room for shoes.

Kimir's eyes are amber, but the cybernetic eye is a shade of dark blue.

Kimir's clothes are purple and lavender robes. He doesn't wear shoes or any footear.

Personality: Kimir is very awkward. There are not very many Binokalians in  Port Argis, and he has tried to blend in with the crowd. He has a very odd sense of humor (e.g. trying to crack a joke after someone hurt themselves) that is not very uncommon in Binokalian society. He has a low ego, and doesn't have many friends. In danger, He mans up and uses the skills he was taught to either escape or fight off the threat.

History/backstory: Kimir was born on the Binokalian-owned planet of Dyur. He was born with a deformed tail, and it had to be amputated. Normally, he would have been a lost cause, but with the invention of bionics, Kimir's life was able to be saved. He was trained by his parents and village elders on how to hunt, fight, and survive. When he was 17, he and his parents hitched a ride on a spaceship and rode to Port Argis. He attempted to fit into this strange new society, but was always very awkward and ended up not making many friends. At the age of 19, he started working as a trader and bought his own house. He started visiting planets to collect rares and valuables in order to make a living selling them at Toron Station. Even though he is socially awkward, he still convinces many to buy his products.

Powers/skills: Kimir is excellent at exploring and fighting, which is why he visits strange, far-off planets so much. He has fought off wild animals, survived a night in tempratures below zero, and negotiated with native tribes.

His bionic eye takes the place of an organic eye that was rendered useless in a fight during his travels. To Kirim, the bionic eye is a sign of a mistake that he had made, and doesn't like it in the slightest.

Weaknesses: Kimir can sometimes bite off more than he can chew. Once, while stealing an artifact from a tribe, he foolishly decided to stop running and fight them off. He might have been killed has an accomplice not jumped in to save him. His cybernetics can occasionally glitch, which may cause his bionic eye to stop working or cause his bionic tail to make him lose balance. However, these glitches are rare; he has spent a lot of money to make sure that they're in working order.

Weapons:
-A pulse rifle. For ammunition, it doesn't rely on physical bullets. It instead relies on energy. The energy is a bit like a bundle of electricity, which has the ability to either stun the target or kill them, depending on where it is aimed. It is a type of laser weapon. The weapon itself isn't very accurate.
-A small, handheld railgun
-A rarely-used machete
-A "Flashstaff," Used by the Binokalians as a flashlight, a spear, and a staff. It is six feet long.

Home: Kimir lives in a small home at the edge fo the Zeta district. His home is small and wedged in between larger buildings, but the inside reveals that he makes plenty of money off of his job.

Job: Kimir is a trader that sells merchendise in Toron Station, though, occasionally, he'd sell items at the basketball stadium. Kimir usually either purchases his merchendise, or takes it himself from a far-off planet.

other: Biiiiooooo

Thanks, I fixed it.

You need a bit more Prussia. What can Kimir's bionic limbs do? Does he have any other special abilities? And what kind of energy? Plasma weapons were made illegal after the war, but it could be a laser weapon or something like a souped-up taser.

I edited it. So, basically, his eye was rendered useless after a fight, and was replaced by a working bionic eye. Kirim's original tail was really deformed, and totally useless. Without bionics, he would have been a lost cause, but they were able to amputate it and replace it with a bionic tail.

His pulse rifle is legal; it's now a laser.

I added this all into the sheet.