Replacement Application discussion thread
A place for you to discuss what you think of the player replacement applications.
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Private Replacement Application discussion thread
| Kurushi - N24 Lazar (Manufactured Berserker) |
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1 | 33.33% |
| Zell - Jimmy Saint (Prodigy Berserker) |
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0 | 0% |
| Kolar - Maxwell Skells (NeoSpartan Pointman) |
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| Mishra - Maksim Chmerkovskiy (NeoSpartan AT Tactician) |
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2 | 66.67% |
) but the berserker is kind of... well, a one trick pony. Kind of boring to have 2.
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Name: Entofor Lazar (N24 "Lazar") Nationality: Grown in England Age/Sex: 15/Male Entofor has the speed and grace of a sloth, combined with the killer instinct of a rabbit. Quiet, unassuming, and out-of-the-way, are all descriptions befitting this young man. His short, black hair is usually combed to the side, across the top of his head (no emo child, this one), and reddish, violet eyes give the hint of albino traits, but his mildly tan, Caucasian skin proves otherwise. Nondescript, casual shirts and shorts say much about Entofor's lack of style and fashion, but he has been known to sport some decent outerwear from time to time (most likely with help from other, more sophisticated socialites). While piloting however, his actions become much more assertive. He readily charges enemies, attempting to rend flesh and bone in a calm, logical bloodlust all his own. His emotions seem to take a back seat to his overriding need to destroy the target. Luckily, he has never truly lost himself to his urges, yet. When not given a specific task, Entofor has a habit of walking or standing slightly too close for comfort to other people. While he understands what "personal space" is, he just doesn't think about it most of the time. If asked to move, he'll gladly (and quickly) stand aside, but once people start shifting around, he seems to find his way next to someone all over again. Coupled with the fact he is extremely helpful, some people find Entofor rather annoying. "You can't please all of the people, all of the time," is, unfortunately, something he has a difficult time understanding, and he has more than once gotten into trouble with others because of this lack. Nevertheless, when given a task, he goes "full-force" to finish, and (more often than not) achieves success. Many believe the nuclear weapon, which detonated in England early after the second impact, was an act of terrorism. Unfortunately, this is not true. Even at that early stage in the post-impact world, there were those who knew of the coming creatures. Mankind's response, the bio-weapon, Evangelion, was created to provide a means of defense against the extra terrestrial invaders. But those first few attempts at control of the Evangelions were met with a great deal of resistance. Nuclear force was required. Given the nature of the bomb, and the PR required to deflect investigation, London lost its place as the premier choice for the UN base of operations. However, throughout those years of rebuilding, the research taking place did not stop. Scientists from America, looking for a better place to apply their theories, found England waiting with open arms. And the sudden influx from many of the Scandinavian countries, due to the savage wars throughout Europe, brought many new people ready and willing to take any kind of job available. Including work as guinea pigs. While the city of London proper was rebuilding, the nearby facilities filled with Gehirn scientists continued working on new versions of the Evangelions, trying to control the horrific rage contained within them. A number of side projects were also created to try solving the problem through other means. One such project, started by a Norwegian scientist, attempted to modify human minds to closer mimic the rage of the EVAs. Called Neo-sapiens, these children were ran through numerous tests and experiments to reconfigure their mind, and in the words of Dr. Brekken, the lead researcher, "Achieve a being with the tenacity and mental fortitude of the Vikings of old." Eventually, several branches of research in the now public, and newly named, NERV organization came together to produce two things: the beautiful and faintly alien, Evangelion Unit 07; and a boy named Entofor Lazar, the 24th subject in the New Human project. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of having been grown in a tube. Granted anything alive essentially grows in a tube, just in an organic tube. Still, it was strange... At least, that's what he heard people say. Usually, when they didn't think he could hear them. It colored his own opinion of his birth, despite not caring all that much. He tried to be helpful. Especially when in the medical ward. But he always seemed to get on people's nerves after awhile. It never failed, eventually he would end up by himself, trying to make out what others were saying without hearing their words. He pretended to talk with them. Making up his own side to conversations he would never hear. And all the while, he could feel it calling him. "Seven" was the name he gave it, since he couldn't think of a word that described what he felt when around the creature. It was always there. The constant pressure following him as he went about his life within the research facility. He couldn't remember what had happened when they had made him pilot it. According to the people he asked, he had collapsed right in front of Unit 07 on the walkway. Then he had stood up, and walked into the entry plug as though nothing had happened. But that was all he knew, no one would ever tell him any more. And he had never been asked to pilot the Eva after the first time. Though he could still feel it calling him... And he wanted to answer. "Neo-sapien two four, rise please," a man in a dark lab coat announced. His youthful features and charming demeanor a sharp contrast to the older, more serious collection of scientists around him. "Please state your name," the man's Oxford accent ringing throughout the bare, metal room. Another's voice softly echoed into the space, as an even younger man stepped into view, "I am Neo-sapiens, designation two, four. Alias: Lazar." "Good, good. Are your memories intact?" the young scientist taking notes. "Yes, two days ago I was dissolved into LCL, while attempting to synchronize with the test unit. Before that, I had undergone extensive testing to increase synch ratios, and had spent a number of hours in psychological counseling to reduce schizophrenic symptoms. As designation 22, I received a number of skin grafts and cranial surgeries, due to an accidental explosion within the entry plug. Before that, I-" "Yes, yes, N24. Very well, no need to continue blathering on. Are your motor skills functional? Are there any defects in your sensory recognition?" the young man still the only scientist to speak, or even move. "I haven't found any noticeable problems with basic motor or sensory functions. Although..." the child's eyes dropping slightly towards the floor, as if unsure whether to proceed. "What is it N24?" the scientist eagerly awaiting possible information of interest. "I feel like there's something watching me... Like a great creature, just looking at me. I can feel the creature's eyes staring at me. I think, from over there," pointing to the far side of the barren room, in some unknown direction. At this, all the scientists begin quietly mumbling to each other, unsettled by the young boy's actions. The young man in the dark lab coat quickly restored order, however, "Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please, quiet down. Now tell me N24, will this interfere with your ability to reason or act on your orders? Is there anything you have found, which would interfere with your ability to act on your orders, once given?" N24 muses for several seconds. His head tilted while thinking of all of the things he could remember seeing, feeling, and experiencing. "No, I am ready to fulfill my duty." The young scientist finishes writing on his clipboard before looking up at the child. "Good. May the spirit of humanity, and the power of science help you destroy the enemies of mankind." It was terrifying... Entofor had never seen it before, but he knew. It watched him. Through tons of rock, metal, and shielding, it watched him. Always, he could feel the creature weighing down on him. Like the gravity of a star, the power within the enormous armor crushed him. Called to him. Hungered for him. Anyone he told denied the feeling, as if he was the only thing the creature wanted. The scientists told him the creature was fine, couldn't possibly do stuff like that, was hardly even alive without a pilot. That is not dead which can eternal lie. A strange feeling came over Entofor, when the scientists said it needed him. That he would have to get inside it... But he was created for that purpose, and that purpose would be fulfilled. The first time Entofor saw the creature, he felt his heart stop. Not from the sight, but from the presence. Planetary, focused to a point. Just as the power of the universe is focused within an atom. And with strange aeons, even death may die. He woke up in a hospital bed. The white walls around him stood resolutely uninteresting. He had no injuries. No bruises or cuts, just the plain hospital gown. And when he tried to think about what happened, all that came to mind was a warm, comforting feeling. As though he was a child holding his mother. He noticed, while walking through the hallways back to his room, most of the people seemed to step away from him as neared. He had no idea why until he reached the cage. It didn't exist... For twenty meters the wall of the underground passage fell straight into the Eva's cage. Walkway missing. Walls as if melted away. The observation center window gone, as was everything inside. The only thing present in the room was a thin red coloring along every surface. Entofor never did see those scientists again... Background Manufactured Career Berserker Background Traits Positive:
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Assets and Drawbacks Assets:
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Skills Awareness, Deceive, Gamble, Lip Reading, Literacy, Logic, Medical, Speak Language (English) Fate Points See rolls in post linked above Conditional Points: Driven 1/* Wounds See rolls in post linked above Characteristics See rolls in post linked above Weapon Skill (15) + 20 +5 (increase) = 40 Ballistic Skill (11) + 20 = 31 Strength (9) + 20 = 29 (SB -1) Toughness (14)+ 20 = 34 Agility (15) + 20 = 35 Intelligence (14) + 20 = 34 Perception (11) + 20 = 31 Willpower (14) + 20 -5 (warped mind) = 29 Fellowship (11) + 20 = 31 Synch Rate (13) + 40 +5 (increase) = 58 Ego Barrier 100% Insanity Points 0 Starting Talents AT Power (Deflective Field) AT Power (Neutralize) Skill Proficiency (Medical) Skill Proficiency (Lip Reading) Melee Weapon Training (General) Weapon Upgrade Resistance (Fear) Career Advances Driven = 200 xp Uncanny Luck = 100 xp Dependent +200 xp Skinny +100 xp Characteristic Increase [Simple] - Weapon Skill = 100 xp Characteristic Increase [Simple] - Synch Ratio = 100 xp Biological Upgrade x2 = 100 (x2) xp Skill Proficiency (Awareness) = 100 xp Ghost in the Machine = 200 xp Basic Weapon Training (General) = 100 xp Melee Weapon Training (Progressive) = 100 xp Sound Constitution x2 = 50 (x2) xp =1000 xp Evangelion, Unit 07 Towering above the structures of man, this creation stands wearing dull grey, sectioned armor, like that of a pill bug with sharper angles. Throughout the creature's mail there are paths of glowing blue, perpendicular to the lines between the plates. Though slightly off, with it's eight-head figure, Unit 07 possesses an otherworldly grace. Whether intended or not, is unknown however, as it's creator died during initial testing of the monster. The faceplate seems a cross between knightly English and Japanese values, and those almost-edged flowing lines continue throughout the rest of the design. See rolls in post linked above Weapon Skill (40) + 15 = 55 Ballistic Skill (31) + 15 = 46 Strength 30 Toughness 30 +7 (pool) +10 (BUP) = 47 Agility (35) = 35 Hit location (AP) Wounds/Current: 01-10 Head (2) 4/4 11-20 Right Arm (2) 6/6 21-30 Left arm (2) 6/6 31-70 Body (4) 11/11 71-85 Left leg (2) 6/6 86-00 Right leg (2) 6/6 Biological Upgrade Points / Spent 2/2 EVA Toughness - Level 1 (1) EVA Toughness - Level 2 (1) Structural Upgrade Points / Spent 0/0 Weapon Upgrade Points / Spent 1/0 History
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Eva Gear Pallet Rifle, Progressive Knife (Mk 1), and a Wing Load-out (Knife dock) See rolls in post linked above See rolls in post linked above I think I'm gonna roll with custom colors, sort of... Just going to take the primary and its inverse: Primary = Dull Grey Secondary = Neon Blue
Dice Roll: 2d10z
d10 Results: 9, 1 (Total = 10) Characteristic reroll (10) |

| For whatever reason, synching up with your Evangelion comes naturally to you. Gain a +5 to Synch Ratio. |
| You’re not actually sure how you do what you do, but you have some control when your Synch Ratio fluctuates wildly. Whenever you roll for Synch Disruption, roll an extra 1d10. Unlike the normal Synch Disruption, you may choose whether this 1d10 in specific is positive or negative, and apply it to your Synch Ratio at the same time as the normal Synch Disruption. |
| You have little natural talent for fighting. Weapon proficiencies cost twice as much to buy. |
| You lack the combat training of your fellow Pilots, and miss openings in the enemy’s defense that are obvious to them. Take a -3 to either WS or BS. |
| Gain a permanent +10 to Fellowship based skills involving the opposite gender. |
| Choose one Characteristic. It advances by one category faster than before. Characteristics with advancement progressions that start at 500xp instead start at 250xp, and progressions that start at 250xp instead start at 100xp. Characteristic progressions that normally start at 100xp are unaffected by this asset. You may only select this once. |
| Nerd Variation |
| While many might debate whether this is really an asset, your obsessive interests have granted you a particular set of skills. Geeks gain the following: Technical Knack: become trained in one the following skills: Tech Use, Logic or Scholastic Lore. Obsessive: Whenever the character makes use of the "Hobbies" time management option, they increase their Ego Barrier by 2 instead of 1 when appropriate. |
| Damaged Goods Variation |
| Your character has suffered some sort of massive trauma in the past and never fully recovered. Begin play with 1d5+5 insanity points. |
| Choose one basic skill. You automatically fail that basic skill and may never gain bonuses to it. |
| Your character has an irrational fear of some specific thing. When confronted by their phobia, they take a -20 to willpower and automatically fail any rolled Fear test for as long as they in its presence or otherwise confronted by it. |
| Foe Minor Variant |
| Being the "new kid" in school tends to attract the unwanted attention of bullies, at least until you adjust yourself to your new school or you beat up the bullies. |
| Flavor Drawback (No xp gained) |
| Your character hates smoking and considers anyone who smokes to be evil. |
| Prodigy Starting Skills |
| Prodigy Starting Skills |
| Geek Asset |
| Berserker Skill Proficiency |
| Berserker Skill Proficiency |
| Berserker Starting Skill |
| Berserker Starting Skill |
| Berserker Starting Talents |
| Untrained Eye |
| Brawler Characteristic Increase |
| Untrained Eye |
| Brawler Characteristic Increase |
| A10 Sensitive |
| Brawler Characteristic Increase |
| Fireglo Rickenbacker 4003 |
| Hulking Frame |
| Eva Points |
| BUP |
| Hulking Frame |
| Eva Points |
| BUP |
| Hulking Frame |
| Though you don’t know why, your EVA has been fitted with a dizzying array of physical and electronic security devices to which only the OD and NERV Commander have the keys. Your EVA takes 1d5-2 rounds (to a minimum of one) longer to launch than the others, and cannot be launched at all without either the OD or Commander being present. |
| Your EVAs history has been systematically erased. There is not one file, document, or reference on it before the date it was transferred to your posting. Asking around has brought you nothing but steadfast denials, quiet deflection, and sudden personnel transfers. |
| For unexplained reasons your EVA lacks a wing on one arm, and the entire structural framework had to undergo minor compromises as a result of the imbalance. You may only ever have a single Wing Structural upgrade at a time, and you also permanently lose 1 point of AP on the opposite Arm (your choice). |
| The Evangelion beneath the armor is a powerful beast, noticeably stockier than a normal Eva. The Eva gains a +3 to Strength and Toughness, but suffers a -3 to Agility. |
| Your EVA has a furious lust for the brutal violence of combat, and takes particular pleasure in wreaking the maximum possible carnage on its foes. While this makes it difficult to focus on the tactical situation in combat, when you lose control it makes for a war machine of unmatched savagery. Whenever you inflict critical damage while berserk, you inflict that much critical damage plus one. |
| Berserk Mode Only |
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You know what, I'll throw something in on the off chance I’m accepted. I’ll try get a rough draft up tonight. [Edit for the character!!] Name Maxwell “Max” Skells Nationality American Age/Sex 16/Male Appearance and Mannerisms Max is 5‘10“with a muscular build. He has blue eyes and keeps his brown hair cut to an almost military fashion. He has a
Personality Max is a strong adherent to the Knightly Virtues, or tries to be. A self styled Knight Errant but hasn’t had much chance to prove himself, other than getting into fights with punks. He is excessively courteous to women (as all knights should be.) to the point that some people think he is intimidated by them. History Max grew up without his parents being around much, being far to busy with important things like work to notice him or his sister, Alice. They were the token children all successful couples needed to have. Max didn’t really mind much it was just the way things were, Alice was his only real family, and that was good enough for him. When they were young Alice and Max found an old box of story books about brave knights saving beautiful princesses from dragons and searching for holy grails. The tails entranced them and they’d play ’rescue the princes’ for hours, somehow in their version the damsel always ended up saving the knight from the monster. But the games didn’t last. Alice always was of fragile health, as they got older she got sicker and there was seemingly nothing that could help, it was like her body was just killing itself. It was then Max started to resent their patents, not because they weren’t there, but because they didn’t care. They refused to pay for better treatments. When he finally was given the chance to confront them about it his fathers response was “If she isn’t strong enough to get better on her own then she is useless.”. Max couldn’t believe it. How could they be so cold? After that treatments stopped. They barely shelled out enough to keep Alice in the hospital. A month later Alice asked “Promise me you wont give up.” She weakly raises her and to his cheek, “You wont surrender.” He takes her hand in both of his “Don’t talk like that. You’re the one who should be promising me. Your stronger than this thing, I know you are. You always were before.” He pleads. Her smiles remembering games long past. “Some monsters just cant be beaten,” She rests her head farther into the pillow, even this little conversation is enough to wear her out these days. “I cant fight them with you any more Max.” Her eyes start to drift closed and her voice begins to list on the edge of sleep. “So promise me, that you’ll always be, my knight. And you’ll, be strong enough, to save, the princess from, now, on.” Sitting by Alice’s bed, holding her hand to his face, all Max could say in his horse, tear choked voice was, “I Promise.” That day it was pronounced Alice had entered a coma The officer escorted him down the hall, towards the front of the station. Max followed indignantly but silently, until an unexpected right turn. “Hay,” He calls, causing the officer to turn around. “I thought I was getting out of here.” Max accuses, pointing the other way. “They want to talk to you first.” A minute later Max is ushered into an interrogation room and the door quickly shuts behind him. The man sitting at the table smiles at the boy, but seems content the let him make the first move. After a moment of silence Max finally says “You‘re not Mr, Brody.” having expected the lawyer his parints had effectively put in charge of Alice and him since when they were children. He was practicly a surrogate father. The Man laughs slightly “No. I’m afraid your lawyer is currently indisposed by several of my coleagues.” He motions to the chair accrose from him, “Please, have a seat.” When Max reluctantly dose so he opens the folder in front of him and continus. “Well Mr, Skells, I understand you resantly changed your name.” “So?” The man gives Max a shit eating grin, “Isn’t that an unusual thing for a 14 year old to be doing? And these assault charges.” He flips through several pages. “I’m surprised your parents-” “Like they care.” Max interrupts. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. What is this about?" The folder is slapped shut. “Strait to busies then.” He leans forward with his arms on the table. “Mr, Skells we at NERV are aware of your current situation, and that of your sister.” Max straitens up at the mention of Alice. “And it is believed that we can help each other.” “How is that?” Max asks, unsure of all this. “With NERV’s assistance you could inshore your sister is seen by the best doctors, and received the best care available. All we ask is that you come work for us.” OK, there had to be a catch here. “Why me?” “Its you because you have what we are looking for. You see Mr, Skells, our current project requires a vary specific kind of person. A vary rare and special kind pf person. You, are one of them." Max stares at the man, trying to process what he is saying. Figure out if he is lying. Finally he asks, “What would I have to do?” The man’s smile widens. “Why, fight monsters of course.” He is apprehensive about this test. Stories of other Units… unruly personalities, were more than enough to temper any excitement he might have. No one knew what to expect from #12, this would be the first time they could do even a partial start-up. The interior of the plug is dark, the little light there is only serving to make everything a vague shadow. A calm voice permeates the darkness, “We are going to flood the LCL now.” He hadn’t been looking forward to this part. “Roger.” Max clamps his eyes shut as the LCL rises, doing his best to fight panic as his body screams that he has to get out of this dark, confined space or he will drown. The next breath he takes is a lung full of liquid, which is immediately rejected. The coughing fit finally subsides as his body grudgingly accepts that the best it is going to get is the oxygenated fluid. The tech’s voice, slightly distorted by the new medium, confirms there are no leaks then reassures Max he handled that well for his first time. “Are you ready to continue?” “Yes.” The walls around Max start shifting through readouts, (mostly errors or warnings) and colours you’d only see when on drugs, before settling on a hexagonal grid. That is when it hits him. It comes on like a tidal wave and the force is enough to nock the LCL out of him. In the control room there is mass panic as Maxwell’s heart rate skyrockets and his sync ratio ricochets around at random, forgetting that even if it berserks the Eva cant move. “Shut it down! Shut it all down!!” “We cant, those systems haven’t been installed yet!” “WHAT!?” “Who authorised this?!” In the entry plug Max is fighting to stay conscious. The pain comes and goes at random, one second crushing his spirit, the next flirting at the edge of his perception. ‘Its not attacking me, it cant be, this isn’t directed, no purpose to this, its like a… a child’s tantrum.’ The second he thought that Max understood, how? He doesn’t know, but he understood. Then the Eva noticed him. An Eva’s mind is a bestial thing, Unit 12’s more so being only half formed, but somehow Max could hear it in this vulnerable moment. The tantrums subsided as it focused on him, It’s thoughts ringing through his soul. What is this insignificant thing? So small. So weak. And yet, He is more. So sure. So steady in Himself. Why? What dose He have that It doesn’t? Max could feel it encroaching on him, trying to understand, to learn. Max understood. It raged because it has no direction, no purpose. So he let it in. He shows it his Ideals for himself, the Gaols he wants to achieve, the things he needs to Protect. “That’s what you’re missing.” Yes. It saw the beings He strives to emulate, so strong in His mind. Bastions of order. Indomitable. Unstoppable. That is what It will be. After the Eva shut down on its own, it took them five minutes they to get Maxwell out of the plug. When they finally did he was unconscious, bleeding from his nose, ears, and eyes. Background Neo-Spartan Career Pointman Background Traits Loyalist
Assets and Drawbacks Assets:
Drawbacks:
Skills Command (Fel) Common Lore (War) (Int) Clime (Str) Literacy (Int) Scholastic Lore (Tactics) (Int) Speak Language (English) (Int) Talents: A.T. Power (AT Ping)
AT Power (Deflective Field)
A.T. Power (Neutralize)
Basic Weapon Training(General) Halt Advance
Hotblooded
Skill Proficiency (Clime) Skill Proficiency (Scholastic Lore: Tactics) Melee Weapon Training (General) Melee Weapon Training (Progressive) Maneuver Mastery
Fate Points See rolls in post linked above Wounds See rolls in post linked above Characteristics See rolls in post linked above Weapon Skill (12)+20 = 32 Ballistic Skill (7)+20 = 27 Strength (13)+20 = 33 Toughness (14)+25 = 39 Agility (12)+20 = 32 Intelligence (14)+20 = 34 Perception (7)+20 = 27 Willpower (9)+20 = 29 Fellowship (10)+15-10= 15 Synch Rate (10)+40 = 50 Ego Barrier 100% Insanity Points 0 Career Advances Short Fuse +100 Duty of Care +300 Driven 200 Thrill Seeker 100 Fearless 300 Weapon Upgrade x3 300 Biological Upgrade 200 Structural Upgrade 100 Halt Advance 100 Hotblooded 100 1400/1400 EVA Generation, Unit Number 12
See rolls in post linked above Weapon Skill (32)+15 = 47 Ballistic Skill (27)+15 = 42 Strength 30+2 = 32 Toughness 30+4 +5 = 39 Agility (32) = 32 Hit location (AP) Wounds/Current: 01-10 Head (3) 3/3 11-20 Right Arm (3) 3/3 21-30 Left arm (3) 3/3 31-70 Body (5) 9/9 71-85 Left leg (3) 4/4 86-00 Right leg (3) 4/4 Biological Upgrade Points / Spent 1/1 Toughness Structural Upgrade Points / Spent 2/2 Armor enhancement I Weapon Upgrade Points / Spent 3/3 Prog Axe 2 Shield 1 History
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Body Look not upon thy enemy. Lest you pity him. Listen not to thy enemy’s words. Lest you sympathise with him. Speak not to thy enemy. Lest your breath be taken from you. You shall be the
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Eva Gear Prog Axe, Shield, Pallet Rifle, Progressive Knife (Mk 1), and a Wing Load-out (Knife dock) See rolls in post linked above See rolls in post linked above Nether of these make sense so I’ll just take Dull Gray and Dark Black. Free Characteristic Re-roll See rolls in post linked above |
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Nationality: Russian Age/Sex: 16/Male Like this, but years younger. ![]() ----You're late, the man says as he peered over his glasses, sitting at the table. He was an elderly man, mid-50's, with graying hair cut short into a flattop. He wore a grey suit, completely adorned with various medals and pins, with a white shirt and a tie the same color as his suit. He sat in an exquisitely furnished office, with filled bookshelves and fine leather chairs running along side the walls. The man sat at the table, with a lamp on, and the lamp focused on the papers before him. ----The man who had just entered the mans office smiled a foxish grin. Well, you know how unpredictable the snowstorms can be in Russia, Admiral. The flight was delayed an hour, so pardon my tardiness. The man was younger, about 28, with black hair and hazel eyes. He too wore a suit, but his was black with a red tie, and had no markings of identification at all. In his right hand, he carried a black briefcase. ----Regardless, I would like for this briefing to start already. If you can skip the semantics, then that's all for the better. I have my daughters ballet recital to attend, and I'm already late. The Admiral quickly cleared his papers by stacking them aside. ----The man quickly took the seat before him, and laid his briefcase on the table. With a swift click, the briefcase was open, and a brown dossier was placed on the table. In red ink, a label of "Top Secret" was stamped across it. The man pushed it across the table, and the Admiral took it, and opened it, making sure to adjust his glasses to see. He was reading for only a minute, then he looked back up. Ok, spill it. ----With a slightly bemused grin, the man in black told his story. ----As you know, years ago, the Russians announced their intent to join the other nations in the production of the Evangelions. The Russians, a prideful people, were relatively unharmed from Second Impact. A little famine here and there, but they were fine. But after Second Impact, as the other countries continued to advance into the future, Russia was crippled in the past. No one knows what happened, but nothing came out of Russia. It was quiet for quite some time, and that worried many people around the world. Fortunately, the Russians came forward, with plans and aspirations for creating and manufacturing Evangelions. ----Which was quite a surprise for everyone, the Admiral interjected. I thought that I would never see the Russians actually cooperating with us. ----Well, it was a because of Second Impact. Everything changed after that day. ----So it did. He waved his hand. Continue. ----The Russians were allotted to produce one Evangelion, Unit 09. Now, the man in black motions, about the pilots. ----The Admiral paused, and looked up from the dossier. Pilots? You mean there are more than one? ----The man in black held his hand up, and closed his eyes, signaling a Wait a minute. The Admiral disliked this rude behavior, but spies like him were hard to come by. ----Six years ago, while their Evangelion was still being constructed, the Russians, along with Gehirn, selected the pilot for their Evangelion. The result? Two pilots, each capable of piloting an Eva successfully. ----The Admiral continued to browse the dossier. Underneath the report, the pictures of the two boys were found. Both were brown-eyed and smiling in their portraits. They looked similar, with short brown hair and curious eyes. Maksim was written under the left, Nikolai under the right. ----Are they related? ----Not at all - just friends. Met at school and had the same classes, resulting in an eventual friendship. Anyways, it wasn't Gehirn's fault for the pick, it was the Russians. Seems like politics is alive and well in Moscow. The two pilots are each from well respected families, both with high government standings, and are quite educated. Their fathers, however, despise each other. ----Politics, I assume, thought the admiral as he continued to browse through the files, notably the family lineage of the two. ----The two fathers have a long history, starting with a rift between the two when they were once friends. Now, they are grown men, yet the rift is still strong, with each man hardened by betrayal and the venom of the others words. The sudden friendship between their sons baffled each of them, and when the boys refused to hate each other over a feud that they had no hand in creating, they were separated from each other. Classes were changed, their social interaction was cut to nothing, and after all that, the fathers thought that they had separated the two. They didn't, the two kids still managed to find time to hang with each other, despite their fathers interference. ----Quite a bond they have, he remarked. ----Unfortunately, there was an accident. One of the kids - Nikolai - suffered a severe injury during a synchronization test, which put him into a coma. ----What the hell? What happened during a simple sync test that would cause such an injury? ----The reports cannot explain it, and no mention of sabotage was listed under the cause. I can't draw a solid conclusion from it, the rest is just pure speculation. ----The Admiral didn't like this, it reeked of foul play, and the Russians weren't known for playing nice. ----So tell me, why are you bothering me with this Nikolai fella, if he's comatose? ----Because, Admiral, he's coming to Ankh-1 as well. He smiled as the admiral stared warily at him. It's a unconditional term for young Maksim's transfer, otherwise he wasn't willing to relocate without him. Since the accident, Maksim has visited Nikolai in the hospital whenever he finds time, and had developed a sense of duty - he has to help him, no one else can. ----That's quite the burden he's taken up on himself. He pauses, then adds, Why exactly is he subjecting himself to this? ----He says that they are "Blood-brothers", and that he can't abandon him to loneliness while in the hospital. So, he emphasizes, that's why both are transfering to Babel. Nikolai will be admitted to the local hospital, and be under the best of care. Maksim, of course, will be with the other handful of Eva Pilots. ----The Admiral checked his watch, and didn't like the time he saw. That's going to have to be it for the debriefing, I'm afraid. this has already taken up my time here. He closes the dossier, and holds it up. I trust that everything else is accounted for in here? ----Of course. ----Well then, keep up the good work. ----They shook hands as they both exited the office, and went in different directions. Background Neo-Spartan Career A.T. Tactician Background Traits Positive:
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Skills: Awareness Command Common Lore (War) Literacy Speak language (English) Speak language (Russian) Talents: Melee weapon training (General) Pistol weapon training (General) AT Power (Deflective field) AT Power (Neutralize) A.T. Power (A.T. Wave) A.T. Power (A.T. Ping) Skill proficiency (Awareness) Skill proficiency (Speak Language - English) Biological Upgrade (Toughness) Talented (Command) Fate Points See post linked above for rolls (2) Conditional Points: (1) - Team Leader Asset Wounds See post linked above for rolls (13) Characteristics See post linked above for rolls Code:
Weapon Skill (04) + 20 = 24 Ballistic Skill (12) + 20 = 32 Strength (08) + 20 = 28 Toughness (09) + 20 = 29 Agility (11) + 20 = 31 Intelligence (13) + 20 = 33 Perception (11) + 20 = 31 Willpower (12) + 20 +5 = 37 Fellowship (10) + 20 = 30 Synch Rate (18) + 40 +10 = 68 Insanity Points 0 Career Advances 1400/1400 Team Leader = 300xp Duty of Care = +300xp Dark Secret = +100xp Characteristic Increase [Simple] - Synch Ratio = 100 xp A.T. Power (Push) = 100 xp A.T. Power (Pull) = 100 xp A.T. Power (A.T. Wave) = 100 xp A.T. Power (A.T. Ping) = 200 xp Characteristic Increase [Intermediate] - Synch Ratio = 250 xp Characteristic Increase [Simple] - Willpower = 250 xp Evangelion, Unit 09
Dice Roll: 2d5z
d5 Results: 2, 4 (Total = 6) S/T pool (6)Weapon Skill (24) + 15 = 39 Ballistic Skill (32) + 15 = 47 Strength 30 Toughness 30 + 10 +1 (BUP) = 41 Mentioned this to Mishra already, should be 45 - Ryn Agility (31) = 31 Hit location (AP) Wounds/Current: 01-10 Head (2) 4/4 11-20 Right Arm (2) 6/6 21-30 Left arm (2) 6/6 31-70 Body (4) 11/11 71-85 Left leg (2) 6/6 86-00 Right leg (2) 6/6 Biological Upgrade Points / Spent 1/1 EVA Toughness - Level 1 (1) Structural Upgrade Points / Spent 0/0 Weapon Upgrade Points / Spent 0/0 History
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Eva Gear See post linked above for rolls See post linked above for rolls Primary = Dark Red Secondary = Dull Black Characteristic reroll See post linked above for rolls |
