Sushi
#fuckcancer
Sorry, I think I misread what you wrote earlier: If you're aiming for the hip / legs, you can consider it a success and do that. It would be a mobility kill. I think I mixed up your attack with Nep's.
Mobile Suit Gundam Harpoon [Recruiting]
- Thread starter Sushi
- Start date
- OOC
tankdrop24
Tread First into Hell
- Location
- The Center of the Universe: Toronto, Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Sushi
#fuckcancer
It's all good! Good writing is good writing.
Also @NephyrisX since maybe it was a bit unclear from my post, but Revelle shot the commander (in the middle) with the 105mm to knock/out disable the signal flare launcher. Hoshi and Tankie would be taking the one on the "left."
NephyrisX
Luck is my dump stat. And the dice shows.
- Location
- Singapore
Ah, noted. I have rectified and modified my post to better fit the narrative.
Name: Cania Lin.
Appearance: Cania Lin has a rough and tumble build, light tan in color, that's only modest in height. Tribal tattoos race from her upper right arm to her neck, an affiliation to a bygone group, only kept because it costs more to remove. And it suits her cocksure face that rarely dips below a knowing grin. It's put together by burgundy hair that's certainly not by the books. Most days it's bundled up into a loose ponytail. There's an edge to her, despite everything done by time to dull it, that those of a similar background can pick up. A gangbanger that never quite left it all behind.
Age: 22.
Rank: Ensign (ENS).
Role: Close-combat fighter.
Birthplace: New Yark, Earth.
Experience: 3 years as a commercial pilot–over 2,500 hours operating an orbital shuttle. 1 month of combat experience as a FF-4 Toriares pilot around Luna II.
Aspects:
(High Concept): Reformed Criminal.
(Trouble): Live on the Edge.
Adrenaline Junkie.
Smarter Than She Looks.
Drafted for Another's Ambition.
Refresh: 3.
Fate Points: 3.
Physical: [][][].
Morale: [][][].
Consequences:
Personality & Bio: What can you say about New Yark? It's a beautiful city, alright. Even the films don't do it justice when the sunlight dims and the neon glows. You can find anything in the hundreds of nooks there, and the many faces of humanity walk the streets, diverse both in their motives and paths. The problem is that such a large city can have sore spots. And almost nothing was uglier than Cania Lin's neighborhood.
She was born poor. So poor, in fact, that you'd have to jingle a tin can in front of the homeless for spare change. Now the song and dance about poverty leading to crime was true enough for her. Forget a father, forget a mother, she had to fend for herself. A little thievery caught the attention of less than honest individuals.
Lumbering, pudgy-faced giants with fists the size of her head paid her decently to ferry goods. These "uncles" took a liking to her speed. The dilapidated housing and overgrown weeds were her guideposts. They were the first to pick up on Cania's fearlessness.
See, unlike most people, she ran toward danger. Even as a baby, she liked pushing her hand near the flame, feeling the heat, and daring to taste the flames. More importantly, she was smart about it. Only the top of her right pinky had a burn mark.
A mixed-race girl, part Mexican and part Chinese, she was interested in math and aviation. For the former, her profession demanded precision. It was necessary that she knew how to count, subtract, divide, multiply, and so on. As for the latter, she looked up, saw the dots in the sky defying gravity, and found herself in love with them.
One day, barely sixteen years old, Cania made a mistake. Being chased by a cop, she slipped on an uneven sidewalk. Hand-cuffed and processed, the judge saw the ink on her skin and was about to throw the book at her. Eviction from Earth for "polluting its moral character" and a cell in Side 6 with her name on it. Her attorney, however, pointed to her youth, the possibility of rehabilitation, and her mathematical skills to let her serve the community instead.
She had a lucky break when a shuttle company paired up with the juvenile court. Since compulsory colonization had put most humans in space colonies, spacelines were on the lookout for pilots. Orbital travel was booming, but the industry's capacity hardly met demand. The company that Cania was assigned to as a ward was cutting corners by training its own class of astronauts and paying them below minimum wage.
Of course, since no one important vouched for her, she had to leave not only New Yark but Earth itself. Most of her days consisted of sitting down for mandatory education. While not manning a plane in the blue sky, a shuttle wasn't that far off in spirit. One might say yesterday's pilots were today's astronauts. The older pilots took a liking to her ribald humor and stories from back home.
When Cania was 19, she was already a commercial pilot, doing various minor charter flights and spatial tours. Her debt to the shuttle company was large. She took the riskiest routes to cut down on time and expenses. Her peers nicknamed the daredevil "Little Dragon" for the roar of her engines and the recoilless pistol she carried.
The years leading up to Zeon's War of Independence were punctuated by an increasing number of ideological hijackings. Since Federal space marshals were limited in number, pilots were left to the mercy of hijackers. She had to fight off at least three different incidents with the crew. Such were their numbers that Cania ended up hurting others more often as a pilot than as a criminal.
She never expected to join the Earth Federation Forces. There was plenty of excitement and danger as a civilian already. Still only 22, Cania was about to take the highest exam in her field when Zeon attacked. Luckily, she was in primitive Side 7 as each nation lost half of their respective population. Neither of them came out looking good in her eyes.
Aware of her talents, the commander of the Third Sector Patrol Forces conscripted the Little Dragon. She was appalled at first, then she was "corrected" by the back of the commander's hand and settled in for the long haul. Old habits snaked back in as the vicious environment around the asteroid base Luna II let her suck in on the thrill of combat. Put in an FF-4 Toriares, Minovsky interference let her close in with a target to puncture them with 25mm rounds.
The same commander that drafted her put in line for the 7th Test Squadron. Jaburo was hungry for people to man their prototypes. Officers able to provide the required pilots had good prospects on Earth. The commander looked forward to a promotion; Cania just wanted something that could kill a Zaku, even if it's another Zaku.
Skills:
+4 Pilot
+3 Fight Agility
+2 Engineering Shoot Notice
+1 Will Physique Rapport Burglary
Stunts:
Phantom Punch: Deception all comes down to how believable you can make it. Knowing almost every theoretical detail about flying in space, it's hard for Cania's enemies to know what is real and what is fake, especially when she's up close and personal. She can use Pilot instead of Deception in melee range.
Make Way: One of the deadliest moments for someone like Cania is closing the distance. Too bad for her foes that she's been bobbing and weaving since childhood. Spend a fate point to reach melee range with a target.
Pressure: Cania is a swarmer, pushing her foes to their very limits. Gain a +2 on Create Advantage rolls when using the Fight skill.
Appearance: Cania Lin has a rough and tumble build, light tan in color, that's only modest in height. Tribal tattoos race from her upper right arm to her neck, an affiliation to a bygone group, only kept because it costs more to remove. And it suits her cocksure face that rarely dips below a knowing grin. It's put together by burgundy hair that's certainly not by the books. Most days it's bundled up into a loose ponytail. There's an edge to her, despite everything done by time to dull it, that those of a similar background can pick up. A gangbanger that never quite left it all behind.
Rank: Ensign (ENS).
Role: Close-combat fighter.
Birthplace: New Yark, Earth.
Experience: 3 years as a commercial pilot–over 2,500 hours operating an orbital shuttle. 1 month of combat experience as a FF-4 Toriares pilot around Luna II.
Aspects:
(High Concept): Reformed Criminal.
(Trouble): Live on the Edge.
Adrenaline Junkie.
Smarter Than She Looks.
Drafted for Another's Ambition.
Refresh: 3.
Fate Points: 3.
Physical: [][][].
Morale: [][][].
Consequences:
Personality & Bio: What can you say about New Yark? It's a beautiful city, alright. Even the films don't do it justice when the sunlight dims and the neon glows. You can find anything in the hundreds of nooks there, and the many faces of humanity walk the streets, diverse both in their motives and paths. The problem is that such a large city can have sore spots. And almost nothing was uglier than Cania Lin's neighborhood.
She was born poor. So poor, in fact, that you'd have to jingle a tin can in front of the homeless for spare change. Now the song and dance about poverty leading to crime was true enough for her. Forget a father, forget a mother, she had to fend for herself. A little thievery caught the attention of less than honest individuals.
Lumbering, pudgy-faced giants with fists the size of her head paid her decently to ferry goods. These "uncles" took a liking to her speed. The dilapidated housing and overgrown weeds were her guideposts. They were the first to pick up on Cania's fearlessness.
See, unlike most people, she ran toward danger. Even as a baby, she liked pushing her hand near the flame, feeling the heat, and daring to taste the flames. More importantly, she was smart about it. Only the top of her right pinky had a burn mark.
A mixed-race girl, part Mexican and part Chinese, she was interested in math and aviation. For the former, her profession demanded precision. It was necessary that she knew how to count, subtract, divide, multiply, and so on. As for the latter, she looked up, saw the dots in the sky defying gravity, and found herself in love with them.
One day, barely sixteen years old, Cania made a mistake. Being chased by a cop, she slipped on an uneven sidewalk. Hand-cuffed and processed, the judge saw the ink on her skin and was about to throw the book at her. Eviction from Earth for "polluting its moral character" and a cell in Side 6 with her name on it. Her attorney, however, pointed to her youth, the possibility of rehabilitation, and her mathematical skills to let her serve the community instead.
She had a lucky break when a shuttle company paired up with the juvenile court. Since compulsory colonization had put most humans in space colonies, spacelines were on the lookout for pilots. Orbital travel was booming, but the industry's capacity hardly met demand. The company that Cania was assigned to as a ward was cutting corners by training its own class of astronauts and paying them below minimum wage.
Of course, since no one important vouched for her, she had to leave not only New Yark but Earth itself. Most of her days consisted of sitting down for mandatory education. While not manning a plane in the blue sky, a shuttle wasn't that far off in spirit. One might say yesterday's pilots were today's astronauts. The older pilots took a liking to her ribald humor and stories from back home.
When Cania was 19, she was already a commercial pilot, doing various minor charter flights and spatial tours. Her debt to the shuttle company was large. She took the riskiest routes to cut down on time and expenses. Her peers nicknamed the daredevil "Little Dragon" for the roar of her engines and the recoilless pistol she carried.
The years leading up to Zeon's War of Independence were punctuated by an increasing number of ideological hijackings. Since Federal space marshals were limited in number, pilots were left to the mercy of hijackers. She had to fight off at least three different incidents with the crew. Such were their numbers that Cania ended up hurting others more often as a pilot than as a criminal.
She never expected to join the Earth Federation Forces. There was plenty of excitement and danger as a civilian already. Still only 22, Cania was about to take the highest exam in her field when Zeon attacked. Luckily, she was in primitive Side 7 as each nation lost half of their respective population. Neither of them came out looking good in her eyes.
Aware of her talents, the commander of the Third Sector Patrol Forces conscripted the Little Dragon. She was appalled at first, then she was "corrected" by the back of the commander's hand and settled in for the long haul. Old habits snaked back in as the vicious environment around the asteroid base Luna II let her suck in on the thrill of combat. Put in an FF-4 Toriares, Minovsky interference let her close in with a target to puncture them with 25mm rounds.
The same commander that drafted her put in line for the 7th Test Squadron. Jaburo was hungry for people to man their prototypes. Officers able to provide the required pilots had good prospects on Earth. The commander looked forward to a promotion; Cania just wanted something that could kill a Zaku, even if it's another Zaku.
Skills:
+4 Pilot
+3 Fight Agility
+2 Engineering Shoot Notice
+1 Will Physique Rapport Burglary
Stunts:
Phantom Punch: Deception all comes down to how believable you can make it. Knowing almost every theoretical detail about flying in space, it's hard for Cania's enemies to know what is real and what is fake, especially when she's up close and personal. She can use Pilot instead of Deception in melee range.
Make Way: One of the deadliest moments for someone like Cania is closing the distance. Too bad for her foes that she's been bobbing and weaving since childhood. Spend a fate point to reach melee range with a target.
Pressure: Cania is a swarmer, pushing her foes to their very limits. Gain a +2 on Create Advantage rolls when using the Fight skill.
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Mr. Belpit
why the long face
- Location
- 대전광역시
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I greatly appreciate it when this city's name is spelled correctly like this ❤️
Sushi
#fuckcancer
You can do it, roll for it.
NephyrisX
Luck is my dump stat. And the dice shows.
- Location
- Singapore
Very cool, rolling for Engineering.
Sushi
#fuckcancer
In your search, you find two Sturmfaust rocket launchers that were buried in the dirt by the falling Zaku II, and enough ammo to top off the squad's machine guns. Hit it IC when you can.
Sushi
#fuckcancer
Hey,
This is a great profile. I like that it's conceptually like Revy if that encounter with the cop had gone a little differently. A "what-if" story. I don't see any real problems and I think it's balanced and nuanced, I do have to warn I have mostly finalized the roster in my head though, so as good as the profile is you might not be in the game in the near future. Really depends how the group goes with the people I picked already.
tankdrop24
Tread First into Hell
- Location
- The Center of the Universe: Toronto, Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Rolling Notice to take a look.
Edit: -2, so I'll be invoking Eagle Eye to cancel that out to have a +4 result.
Edit: -2, so I'll be invoking Eagle Eye to cancel that out to have a +4 result.
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Sushi
#fuckcancer
A quick look around with those sharp eyes shows the faintest of signatures on thermals - the tiny footprints of the Zeon pilot having fled due north from this position.
Sushi
#fuckcancer
@AlphaD @Mr. Belpit @Rayzero are you currently available to join the game ICly in a bit?
- Location
- The "honhon baguette" country
Yes, I'm free, but won't be at home until tomorrow.
Mr. Belpit
why the long face
- Location
- 대전광역시
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Sure 👍 Good run of free time this coming week.
Sushi
#fuckcancer
Oop, I mispelled your name, but thank you for noticing! It will be a few days at least.
Sushi
#fuckcancer
Since @tankdrop24 already realized what happened, I would say go for it!
Sushi
#fuckcancer
I would say that you made your action for the turn by searching for weapons / equipment, the others may take rolls and act accordingly though.
AlphaD
The Fearsome Destroyer of Worlds!
- Location
- Down Under
i am live
Kensai
我们都是中国人
- Location
- Hel
Since Mack has already spotted the Zeke, can Achilleia use Targeting to get a firing solution?
I'll roll in any case.
EDIT: Zero on the roll gives a net result of +3.
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Hoshino Yumemi
A Few Bulbs Short Of A Planetarium
I'll use Targeting as well; from Maion's POV it's a little too risky to make his Zaku go sprinting against someone just yet, and following a heat signature sounds more like an electronics thing than an intuition thing.
-2 on the roll. I got a +1.
-2 on the roll. I got a +1.
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