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[ShaShaRee]

Full Name: Iskandar Osman Sevim

Nickname: "Turk"

D.O.B.: January 16th, 2018 (28 yrs)

Nationality: American New Yorker of Turkish descent

Hair & Eyes: Black and bearded, light brown eyes

HT/WT: 5'10" / 190lbs

Occupation: Former roller racer and current "freelancer"

Personality: Depressive, irate, self-loathing, abusive


"Iskandar Sevim was only seven years old when he lost both of his parents to Votan soldiers in the Siege of Manhattan. His life, like most other survivors of post-Arkfall Earth, has not been an easy or pleasant one. He came to earn a living on his superior driving skills, winning legitimate and underground circuits alike in pursuit of fame and fortune. After his treasured old world racing roller was repossessed by a rival gang, he traveled to the Bay Area to earn enough scrip to return to his beloved lifestyle. Getting there from the east coast was an enormous task in itself. Upon arrival, Iskandar soon realized that that had been the easy part of the journey to resume his racing career.

Four years later and he is still far removed from his goal. The year is 2046 and Iskandar is 28; it's been five years since he last raced for scrip. Acquiring a racing roller has dissolved into a juvenile fantasy in Isk's mind. All that's left of that world are his ever-deteriorating skills driving a roller. Every time he gets behind the wheel of his decrepit orange Challenger R/T, a hopeless sigh escapes him. It had taken a year just to get money for a half-working set of wheels. Nearly another year to earn the needed parts for repair. He no longer wonders how long it would take him to get a race worthy vehicle. After losing his steady job at the Headlands Transit Depot, Isk's life has taken an even darker turn. His drug and moonshine addictions are fueled by mercenary contracting, arkfall raiding and even occasional roadside robbery. "

[Chocolatelover67]

My backstory is that Johanna Darkwater is not quite human........ Yes we know the "official line" on this matter but for the purpose of my character she has white hair not because of aging or beauty but because she was born in the first year of the pale wars from a human father and castithan mummy..... That's it.

[Edwin]

Well this will be interesting...

Name: Edwin Li

Background:

During the early years of Votan appearance on Earth many unkown events took place and rumors of humans dissappering were among them. Being one of the few that disappeared, Edwin has been missing for years until the ship he was in fell to Earth. Awakening from a state of cryogenic sleep he enters the new world and with no memory about what happened between the time gap Edwin sought out a new life. After years being a Arkhunter he discovered Von Bach's job which offered a large pay that can set any Arkhunter for retirement. Taking this job, his life would soon take another turn....

[Belle Starr]

"Here's to hoping that role playing takes off in Defiance" *long sip on a mimosa* :

NAME - Belle Starr
AGE - 16 Earth Years
RACE - Human Caucasian
GENDER - Female
PROFESSION - VBI Employee, Novice Ark Hunter, Self-proclaimed Super Hero, and War Master Groupie (I've been called other things, but I'm not sure what some of the alien ones mean, or even if they are very nice." *pout*)
LONG TERM PROFESSIONAL GOAL - VBI Spokes Model ("It could happen!")
FAVORITE EGO Power - Decoy ("Over there - go after that one, not me! *giggle*)
FAVORITE WEAPONS - Any SMG or Pistol (They're small and don't ruin the contours of my outfit *lol*)
FAVORITE VEHICLE - White ATV ("I'm one of the good guys, but I can't find a white hat I like. *frown*)
FAVORITE OUTFIT - Liberty Trooper Armor without the helmet and diamond stud in right nostril ("I wouldn't want to miss a photo op!")
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION - Nordic pale skin on a statuesque frame, with shoulder length sandy blond hair and baby-blue eyes ("Admit it! I'm beautiful!" *snicker*)
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS - Freckles over nose and cheeks, five small star tattoos to the right of the right eye and larger star tattoo on the left side of the abdomen, ("Don't ask. Just please, don't ever ask.")
MENTAL DESCRIPTION - Strong ethical belief in honor and loyalty, stubbornly seeing everything as right or wrong, she has an outgoing personality accompanied with a - to her - witty banter, that masks a deep seated insecurity and a fear of abandonment ("Say what - ! *slack jawed*)

BACKGROUND - Born in Houston, Texas, but orphaned when Houston was unsuccessfully terra-formed and resultant alien diseases killed her parents, Belle was brought up by a family friend in N'Awlins and took her name from a romantic book about wild west outlaws. At 10, she danced to Brass Band music in the French Quarter for small amounts of script. Borrowing fix-it books from the owner of a used book store in the Quarter, she found she had an affinity to machines, and at 13, she took a job as a machinist on a steamboat on the Mississippi River. At 16, she was found by a step-uncle, a VBI Executive who took her to the East Coast and got her a job in the R&D Division of VBI industries.
Wanting to travel some and have personal wealth more, Belle successfully joined the EGO Project, and was implanted with the EGO device along with other so-called Ark Hunters. She and the other Ark Hunters were transported to the Bay area by the Earth Republic's EMS New Republic as part of VBI CEO Karl Von Bach's special team to retrieve lost ark tech. She quickly became a favorite of the E-Rep soldiers because she would dance for them during their off-hours and they in-turn, would look the other way when she would go examining equipment all over the ship, even that in restricted areas. When the ship crashed, she found a freedom that she had never felt before and with the vision of EGO, a new found belief in her own manifest destiny to do great things, although she wasn't sure what those things might be. Therein, she believes, lies the adventure of self discovery! The problem for her is that she would rather do self discovery with friends.
With the super hero EGO implant firmly in place and her mind filled with romanic notions of outlaw heroics, she travels the highways and byways alone saving ranchers and miners from the dangers lurking there, but always seeking a family to belong to.

[BigAndy00]

My character and clan is directly linked to my fan fiction… I deal with both the start of my character and some lore on how Vegas Lake was created and a little modern day conspiracy theory tied to the development of EMC Weapons. Here is chapter 1, enjoy it if you read it…

Canto I - “Ad Initium”

Aaron Brodvick sat at the outdoor table of the Crater waiting for a small band of ark hunters to gather. He had arrived, or more accurately crashed in the Bay Area on the Stratocarrier, EMS New Freedom with Karl Von Bach, known as the CEO of Von Bach Industry (VBI) and the Merchant of Death”. His VBI contract and mission was simple; find ark-technology. It was the largest “salvage job the Bay Area had seen since the end of the Pale Wars. Hundreds of ark hunters had already migrated to city by the bay before the EMS New Freedom’s arrival. Along with Aaron an untold number of ark-hunters accompanied Von Bach on the present trip, though many didn’t survive. To Aaron the contract was essentially a pilgrimage. A journey to the place the end began. The epicenter of events that changed the world Aaron had begun to trust as the new realty.

At age thirteen Aaron looked up in the sky and watched the intense cloud cover roll back as an alien ark split the heavens open over Seattle. At that age, at that time in history, Aaron knew the rest of his life would be defined by that moment. Timelines were no longer measured by birthdays, school years, homecomings, and graduations. Instead, time would now be deliberated by sentient relations between mankind and the Votan. First Contact, Assassination of the Votan Ambassador to the UN, the Pale Wars, and the Battle of Defiance were the things remembered. And since that day in Seattle, Aaron had thought he knew what his place and role would be in this new world.
Growing up in a less than fortunate family Aaron sought to live well above his lot in life. Along with changing his fortune, Aaron had aspired at a young age to improve him and humanity by wanting to change the world. As Aaron grew older he saw the relationship between wealth and politics and knew the direction he had to take to achieve his goal. When the Votanis Collective became part of the political landscape, politics didn’t change much so Aaron remained determined to become someone in this new game of extraterrestrial global politics. With global tensions escalating around the world and the larger role the United Nations played on an international front, Aaron understood old international countries and boundaries would soon not matter as much as a one world government. When the EMC began actively recruiting for members outside of military circles Aaron sacrificed his old citizenship for a rank in the new global military. Aaron promised himself and the world that after the war ended leaders like him would rise up and use the knowledge they gained to lead a new world through strong dedicated leadership.
Aaron was confident that he could make a difference through the EMC. He was convinced that the EMC would grind the Votanis Collective to a halt exhausting their resources and bringing them back to the negotiation table. All he had to do was maneuver through the war to a position of command so when the war ended he would have a military pedigree to accompany his political aspirations. His political aspirations would elevate him to a level of modest power and allow him to live comfortable while changing the world.

Looking back at his younger self, Aaron almost didn’t recognize himself. The reckless attitude and naïve ambitions he once thought was benevolent confused his older and seasoned self. How could he actually think the desires for power from a boy could change the world for good? He knew better now; it took men that aspired for more than power and fame. Man willing to sacrifice themselves for a common goal; fighting to make Earth a better place and protecting each other regardless of species or race. How did Colonel Steering put it, “A band of brothers”? There at that moment sitting at the table thinking of uniting a few individuals, his mind drifted to where he learned the value and price of the very thing he hoped to give to these few ark-hunters; true purpose. The thing taught to him in darkest of times, when Aaron saw the corruptible and dark nature of humanity. Its power contaminated the souls of everyone that allowed it to creep into their being. The gift taught to him and every survivor that witnessed man, no, Mankind can be more than desire, greed and personal want. That there are those that can stand against the cold dark touch of evil and bring the warmth of hope to others in their time of need. Aaron remembered … he remembered his old self, he remembered the lingering fingers of the icy touch that preyed on his soul. And, he remembered the time and place he changed forever. It was a different place, a different time.
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“Commander, withdraw your troops and return to base!…” The radio speaker squawked and then the static hissed.

Colonel Augustus Steering depressed the mic button, “Negative Columbia!, I cannot comply with those orders. We have been comprised and need immediate evac at grid coordinates X-Ray Yankee niner niner fife- tree one seven and X-ray Yankee niner six two- fife niner one. We have troops out there with no way to retrieve them if we pull out.”

“Vulcan, this is Titan, I repeat your mission is done! Call no-joy, and retreat to secondary PZ “Hot Water”! We are still at levels of acceptable loss without jeopardizing public support. We need heroes Vulcan Actual and you can be the poster child!”

Colonel Steering looked around the make shift table at each of his officers and spoke, “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he today that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother.” Colonel Steering liked quoting classic literature lines, it reminded him of all that was good in the old life, and what should be fought for to preserve.

Pressing the button again, “Instead of a posters, Columbia, let this story be the story good men teach their sons!”

Releasing the mic, the Colonel turned down the volume. He had heard enough from his commanding officers and the betrayal that had been dealt by them.

“Looks like we lose out on a king’s ransom at the Devil’s table, men!”, Colonel Steering remarked wagging his head.

“I guess we are just a bunch of Rejects, sir!”

No one knows or actually remembers who made the quip but it was forever fixed into the minds of every officer of the 9th Earth Military Coalition Infantry Battalion (9th EMC INF BN) that morning in the Yucca Mountains. Years later Aaron and the remaining officers would try to figure out who yelled it out but determined the only ones that knew lay beside the one that spoke it in an unmarked grave somewhere underwater in the Yucca Lake. Yet, each officer and every solider that lived through that day identified himself as a “Reject”, a 9th Infantry “Reject” betrayed by faceless men for personal gain. Later, when more of the truth came out; the idea and cause would develop into something that each solider, each survivor could hold near to his heart and true to his soul. Something that gave them all a reason to keep fighting and purpose to live beyond that moment in time.

Cornel Steering looked at the map. Could his unit actually been sacrificed for a terra-sphere? Could the mission not actually been the recovery and extraction of a high value target, preventing a terraforming event? Instead, the mission was supposed to trigger an event in the Great Basin and ignite an EMC public supported campaign to continue the war. And was there more? Though in the core of his being he resolved it to be the truth he still could not fathom the reality of the mission he had been dealt.
The war had been going badly for the Earth Military Coalition. Major set-backs and public relations blows had occurred since that fateful day, December 23rd, at the Battle of Defiance. Steering was sure that the only reason his unit had not suffered desertions and low morale was the nature of the military unit he commanded. A special elite rapid reaction mobile infantry unit comprised of all “authentic” humans with specialized training. The unit did not utilize the deployment of BioMen within the ranks since every mission was covert and not supposed to draw the attention of the media or public. A feat the BioMen rarely accomplished since they were not difficult to notice on the battlefield and were about as covert as a bull in a china shop. The unit prized itself on having a mission success rate equal and surpassing many of the elite Biomen units attached to the 1st Brigade.

What Colonel Steering didn’t realize is how much of the success of the unit rested solely on him. His men assigned to him trusted his command. He led his soldiers in combat by inspiration. Rather than cold harsh orders, he created trust and confidence. He transformed his men into willing soldiers, rather than merely compliant agents of war. Steering forged the concept of duty, service, and self-sacrifice in the unit. He reminded his junior officers of the oath they took, and taught them how to instill it in the men beneath them. He viewed his position an obligation to his men as a moral responsibility. Leadership meant placing soldier’s needs before those of his own. The likelihood he would return home (home, whatever that meant now) was greater than any solider under him that he ordered into battle. So, in the zone and on the battlefield he owed to his men to command his unit in such a way that their death would not be in vain regardless of the outcome.

EMC Intelligence had received information that an undetonated terra-spire had impacted in the Yucca Mountains between the Mohave and Great Basin deserts. The clock had started, the Course of Action developed and orders produced. Yet, no one outside of the upper echelon of the Earth Military Coalition, key international politicians and Congressman, and the President of the former United States knew the exact reason that particular undetonated terra-spire was of global concern.

Since the establishment of the first nuclear bomb and the first control fission experiment, nuclear waste had been an inevitable byproduct. In the new millennium, different countries handled their nuclear waste in different ways, all driven by two goals (supposedly). One, process and store it in such a way that minimized the impact of potential contamination to protect the global environment. Two, keep it out of the hands of terrorists or fringe radical nations to protect humanity.

The former United States attempted to deal with their waste through the establishment of the Yucca Mountain Nuclear Waste Repository. Yet, without the threat of extraterrestrial forces and the unsettling political pressure of a voting public, politicians abdicated on putting that much nuclear waste into one hole in the ground. So officially in 2011, the United States scraped the Repository. But, secretly the Repository was not closed and had been in operation since 2004, not storing United States nuclear waste but EMC nuclear, chemical and biological waste from a global top secret plan to create weapons and armies that could fight against extraterrestrial invasion. Hiding the waste was another way to ensure the public did not learn of the impending first contact. Since funding did not come directly from Congressional appropriations and separate access points were created to transport material, the general public never learned of the volume of hazardous waste that sat idle between two deserts in a mountain range a 100 miles from Las Vegas.

Colonel Steering first heard of the potential threat when he received his OPORD and sat through the briefing. He had traveled nearly 120 miles to 1st Brigade Headquarters with his S3-Operations Officer and his private security detail. The 5th Corps senior brass that came up from Las Vegas to conduct the Priority Intelligence Report was the first indictor this was not just a standard move to contact operation. The seriousness of the operation became apparent at the point the gentleman dressed in an olive drab jumper and not EMC uniform turned down the lights and began speaking. From the back of the room a holographic imaginer powered on and started to materialize an image at the front of the room. He hadn’t seen a holographic imaginer since he left the East Coast. Gear like that just didn’t make it out that far into the Zone. A weeks’ worth of fuel rations would be needed to generate enough power to run that equipment. That was a steep price to pay for any unit. He found himself hoping the guy brought his own fuel. His drifting thoughts were interrupted when he heard the phrase, “Catastrophic Terraforming Event”.

Projected up in the front of the room was 3-D topographic image of the Yucca Mountains. As the olive drab man spoke, the image zoomed in closer to the ground surface. First distant mountains ranges grew into rolling hills and steep spikes of ancient cliffs and valleys. Then closer, a spot grew in the imaginer; a complex. Once the complex took up the majority of the viewing orb a lower section flashed and appeared beneath the complex. At first it looked like a solid block under the complex like a bunker but then the imaginer began pulling back exposing more of the underground tunnels that snaked below the surface. It was huge. The system included at least 100 miles of tunnels covering 50 square “clicks” of surface above ground. A flashing dot entered the orb blinking as it descended towards the mountain range. The animation left a dashed line behind the dot allowing your eye to track in advance the trajectory. The dot represented the terra-spire’s descent from low earth orbit explained the olive drab man. The dot landed and remained stationary at the southernmost end of the tunnel system above a complex network of checkered tunnels.

No one knew exactly (at least humans didn’t) how the terra-sphere actual triggered the terraforming events. Human Scientists had theorized that the terra-spire was equipped with a secondary dentation system similar to old conventional military bombs known as “bunker busters”. As the terra-spire punched itself downwards many believed it released alien DNA at select levels of penetration. Once at maximum depth, critical mass over took the terra-sphere releasing the remaining DNA and causing the explosion of energy that triggered the growth converting the land and alien DNA. After the initial explosion the energy and growth spread consuming the indigenous resources and plant life as fuel, either creating new plant and animal life or morphing the local foliage and fauna into an Earth/Votan hybrid. In rare occasions, some Earth indigenous life was unchanged by terra-forming. Not only did terra-forming events change living organisms, it had at times created major geomorphic shifts and changes in the Earth’s crust. Sedimentary rocks like and sandstone and limestone often succumbed to the intense heat and pressure of the terra-forming events. That was the prevailing theory why most Los Angles and Southern California fell into the ocean.

Two issues concerned the governments represented by the EMC. The first was the possibility that a terraforming event in the Great Basin would cause a reaction similar to the Los Angles event. The second was that no one, not even captured Votan scientists, knew what the reaction would be if a terra-sphere detonated in a concentration of nuclear waste. Many argued it would hyper exaggerate the explosion and rip deep into the Mantle of the Earth creating a catastrophic Earth fissure.

It was clear to Colonel Steering what his orders were to be as the olive drab wrapped up his portion of briefing. Steering noticed the same conclusive look on his Operations Officer face as well. The mission would not be a traditional snatch and grab mission, instead it demanded highly skilled surgical strike. They would infiltrate, extract, and evade with the minimal amount of opposition or collateral damage. A mission that seemed ideally created for the 9th INF Battalion. The remaining of the OPORD confirmed his assumption and Colonel Steering began making mental notes of his plan of attack.

Outside, Colonel Steering met up with his private security team. “Captain Brodvick have your men had a chance to requisition the necessary supplies?”

Captain Aaron Brodvick looked up from his hailer and noticed Colonel Steering and Major Miller approaching. Popping to attention with a salute Aaron answered.

“Yes Sir! Supply had everything we need except for Class 2, battle armor replacement and Class 3, fuel. They say fuel is running short in the entire zone. They issued us partial requests and gave us some better tools we need to savage fuel on scouting operations. The armor, we are just going to have to find along the way.”

Major Miller winched, “Great! Just rinse the blood off and reissue.”

Colonel Steering gestured a head shake and nod of disapproving agreement, “Well, good job Aaron, lets mount up and head back. We have a huge mission in front of us.”

[CB2001]

Instead of posting my character's profile from the RP Character post, you can click here to check it out.

But I will post some unique trivia that wasn't in the profile here instead:

The Dodge Challenger that Chase original drove during his time in Freedom, Alabama was a 1971 Dodge Challenger R/T, originally red in color. He sold the car after getting to Columbia, as the place he was staying at didn't have any parking, storage of the car would have been too costly and the city had a reliable city transit system.

During his year in Defiance (aka old St. Louis), Chase ended up visiting Doc Yewll several times within the first couple of months. Being frustrated with having to constantly patch up Chase, only for him to injure himself again multiple times in the McCawley mine, she gave Chase the nickname of "Mr. Painintheass." After he finally got used to how to work in the mines, he didn't have to visit the Doc (as much). Mayor Nicolette Riordon tried to hire him to locate and recover The Kelavar due to his experience with Historical Salvage, but he refused because he was "retired."

Chase had read quite a lot when he was younger. His favorite novels were Earthbound by Richard Matheson and The Door into Summer by Robert A. Heinlein. His favorite short story was The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. In his teen years, he got into comic books, his favorite title being Xenozoic Tales.

Was, and probably still is, afraid of watching zombie movies at night, fearing that they'd inspire zombie nightmares.

He accidentally shot himself in the foot during his third Arkfall with the Cowboys.

His best friend was a Bioman named Odysseus, called Odie for short, who worked with the Cowboys.

His favorite color is dark blue (though he doesn't mind navy blue).

The young Indogene female that Chase's father rescued, which resulted in his death by Hellbugs, was named Iri Sewuel (pronounced "airy say-wel"). This was the same Indogene Chase agreed to take to the University of Alabama, due to her extensive knowledge of biomechanics, when he left town. She served on the Biodyne project as an assistant to Lev, Doc Yewll's lover and was the one who found her body after her suicide. Amid their trip, during their stay at a motel, they inadvertently ended up having sex due to Chase's face brushing up against her head while they were huddled up for warmth as they shared a bed (the rooms at the motel had no heat, the temperature outside dropping into the high 50s). Chase, after dropping her off, hasn't spoken to her or seen her in years. Iri was Chase's first full sexual experience with a member of the Votanis Collective, only have had relations with human females and making out a couple of times with an Irathient woman in Freedom prior to his father's death (this does not include the recent experience Chase had after getting drunk one night).

However, despite the above, seeing other Indogene females keep reminding him of the day his father was killed, a burden which he still carries on his shoulders. Though it was a Hellbug that killed Jebediah Lonehart, Chase felt it was his fault due to his gun jamming when it was desperately needed. It is because of that moment that Chase feels that he needs to atone for his father's death, constantly trying to do the right thing in an unending quest for redemption, despite the times his gut warns him about how certain tasks he takes may end up going south real quick or how many times he does good deeds.

[RAGEFIGHTER]

doo you all ever think thet allmost all games are kinda role play?? open up mind you are playing trough the story of somekinda arkhunter wich was mercenary under von bach command isnt it soo??? so defiance is part of this also but i wuld say its more like open world third erson shooter with all time changing and active worlds contetnt